#(I tried to keep this structured but it's pretty stream of thought-y so be warned)

[itsnothingofinterest]

Hey if no one minds, I’d like to talk a bit about my take on everything going on in the “final arc”, and the ending stuff in general. Stuff like why I, a big villain-redemption supporter, think Shigaraki should be the final opponent, don’t think the series is actually ending soon, and don’t think the kids are ready to save the villains yet. Y’know, all my unpopular opinions. Throw all my big arguments out there while we’re in the thick of it, see if anyone agrees, maybe even fish for arguments against that could convince me we are in the endgame because preparing for that possibility is probably healthy or whatever. If nothing else, have some fun getting my thoughts out.

And simple put, I feel a lot of those unpopular opinions on HeroAca ending originate from how a lot Shigaraki and the League’s problems, specifically the external problems that set them on their paths and motivate them still; they aren’t being addressed, they aren’t getting set-up to be addressed any time soon, and no one seems to think they will be addressed soon either, because everything’s focused on their problems that the kids could feasibly solve easily now instead. But I feel those external problems need to be addressed so that doesn’t jive with me.

Like, I’m seeing this a lot lately with analysis metas & predictions on how the villains will get saved that act like all they need is to get talked down and a nice hug, maybe an invite to launch, and in Tomura’s case an invite to punch AFO in the face together. Then they just get some therapy and they can go home or settle down in the countryside or something. And in fairness, they are all quite self-destructive and do need those things to an extent; but there’s also more to it for all of them. Like as an example; while it is true that Toga’s habit of hurting her potential romantic partners is a problem of hers both big & internal that she needs to deal with & could use help dealing with, it isn’t the only source of her problems. She’s also got this whole thing about the world around her not being willing to accept someone with a weird quirk like drinking blood as a “normal girl”, and systemic stuff like that’s not something a good friend and a therapist can solve.

If I had to guess, this prevalence of ignoring systemic causes over internal issues isn't because readers don’t seem them as problems; because a lot of predictions I read come from my fellow villains fans that are usually all-to-happy to dunk on quick society and/or Endeavor, so they know they’re problems. But they aren’t problems the kids can solve; yet the kids have to save the villains, right? It’s the last arc. Ergo, if all the kids can do right now is extend a hand to the League (and punch out AFO but we’ll get to him), then that has to be what saves the villains, right? And if nothing else gets addressed now, in the final arc, then sadly it’s just not gonna.

But then, that’s kind of why I don’t think this is the final arc, and that My Hero Part II is a genuine possibility after all this. (Well, that and other reasons like dangling plot threads or unused characters and plot elements; but I’m focusing on the big stuff here.)

Speaking of, let’s discuss this A-hat.

A lot of people seem to think beating him’s the key to resolution, the way to solve everything. And that makes sense, he’s the big bad leader, right? Well...not really; most of the villains are loyal to Tomura or someone loyal to Tomura, and Tomura’s been trying to come into his own lately so he’s not exactly very loyal to AFO as of late. He’s mostly still here because he refuses to leave. But he’s the cause of all of...at least Tomura’s problems, right? Well...no, not all of them anyway. Many of Tomura’s issues are with others, while AFO just acts as an enabler of his destructive impulses. Not the source though; Tomura developed and acted on them before he and AFO ever met.

Would be remiss to forget the brain parasite thing though. That’s a pretty big problem Tomura has which AFO is responsible for. Not the one his story is about, but it’s certainly a major thing right this instant.

Actually that’s kind of my main beef with final villain!AFO, I think; this prevailing idea that Tomura’s story is about AFO and being a victim of AFO. (One I’m sure AFO himself believes.) Might even be why there’s a semi-popular theory that AFO gave Tenko Decay and orchestrated the murder of the Shimuras. A theory I’ve never really felt the evidence pointed to-and in turn I’ve never really felt Tomura’s story revolved around this egomaniac. Tomura’s story’s always felt bigger than that; relating more to society as a whole, it’s failings, the consequences therein, how authority figures have failed to deal with those consequences, and how to deal with them properly.

That’s really why I don’t think AFO should or will be the final villain, and why the heroes can’t just team up the the PLF to beat him and coast that alignment to peace after words. It’s that he’s not the real problem, he’s just sucking everyone up into his world like the egomaniac he is and distracting from the real issues. And he’s a dangerous and pressing distraction; but beating him solves nothing but stopping him from bugging everyone. (Also there’s how much weaker and less of a threat he is compared to the Tomura of the PLF raid. It’s hard to ignore the downgrade there. Tomura’s both a better guy for Deku to bounce ideologies off of, and just a tougher fight.)

But getting back to what I consider the main issue, what it really boils down to is that; the villains tend to be faced with, and originate from, bigger problems than the kids are set to solve or even know to solve. I trust the hero kids to lend a hand to the villains, but I don’t trust Uraraka to pursue more acceptance of quirks and quirk use, I don’t trust Shoto to stop abusive heroes like Endeavor to save their Shotos and Touyas, and I don’t trust Deku to be critical enough of the hero system to implement the needed changes. Not yet anyway, when none of them have ever even considered such things, even despite some of it affecting them too.

I trust the kids to recognize the hurt and unfairness the villains faced in time, but I don’t trust them to recognize their goals of addressing that unfairness is just, even if their means aren’t, and thus they need help to achieve those goals with better means. And as long as they don’t offer that help-because they aren’t willing too or don’t even yet know too-I don’t think the villains will stop. I’m not even sure they should, if the alternative meant nothing being done to prevent another League of Villains from coming about. It just doesn’t feel like the right time for the save or like it has the right set-up, you get me?

So that about sums up the important bits of my ending opinions. I don’t think AFO’s gonna be the final villain because Tomura’s just bigger, better, and more important than him & is mostly just getting dragged down by him. I don’t think the kids know half of what it takes to really save the villains and stop this conflict (that wouldn’t be something of a cop-out anyway). And because of all that, I believe there’ll be a lot more left of My Hero so the series can take the time to build up the threat level past the PLF raid again, develop Class 1A’s necessary critical thinking and diplomacy skills, and also address a bunch of other plot points that aren’t directly relevant to my points here-but are still numerous to support My Hero Part II in their own way.

[acaiasahi]

୨✩୧ ۫ 🍞𓈒 ⭒ ݁ . TNX REACTS! the one where you confess to them

SYNOPSIS: the new six's reaction to you confessing your feelings for them.

INFO: fluff, nonidol!tnx x gn!reader, 969 words

WARNINGS: profanity, jokes, let me know if there are any! grammatical + structural errors, lowercase + smaller text intended, proofread-ish!

NOW PLAYING ✧ BEAUTIFUL.

WOO KYUNGJUN! — 우경준.

✩ three words: awkward as fuck.

✩ you don't take it the wrong way if he's silent, i mean that was one of the many reasons as to why you started liking him.

✩ it's not like he doesn't like you back, bc trust me... he definitely does, but he just doesn't know how to react.

✩ when you confess, you're kinda walking around the subject until you finally say something and that's when kyungjun reacts.

✩ cuts you off just to ask, "wait... you like me?!" and you kinda give him the deadpan face that says 'bro wtf i literally just said that i like you... wtf are you even on?'

✩ you have to verbally say it one more time bc he thinks he's dreaming but when you laugh at his wide eyes and dropped jaw... bro is on the floor crying with snot bubbles bc he thinks you're absolutely breathtaking.

✩ "i really like you, kyungjun. can you say something?", "are you free anytime soon?" :3

CHOI TAEHUN! — 최태훈.

✩ acts like a fool bc he's overwhelmed at the fact that you like him.

✩ def tries his hardest to keep his cool n look all swag for you but his emotions take over and can't help but smile upon hearing you confess to him.

✩ fr tones you out for a sec when you're still confessing and straight up rambling... and it kinda makes you sad bc... hello? earth to taehun?

✩ takes him a solid minute to realize that he's just staring at you and not saying anything so he tries to speak up but then...

✩ "y'know it's all good if you don't feel the same, i just needed to get it off my chest!" yeah... you said that with literal tears threatening to fall but crying is for the mf WEAK (just playin bc i cry like a damn faucet...)

✩ kinda just stands there bc he swears that if he makes any sudden movements, you're set to be running for the hills (... erm... okay...) but he ultimately speaks up.

✩ "nonono! i like you too, y/n. like... a lot!" was it as swag as he wanted to be... no... but did your smiling face and twinkling eyes looking up at him make him feel like the swaggiest? hell yeah bro!

JANG HYUNSOO! — 장현수.

✩ loud as fuck bro... literally running laps around you, arms flailing, tears streaming down... homie hitting a victory lap rn!!!

✩ kinda catches you off guard bc... erm... where are you going?

✩ it's obvious that he likes you back but you wanna hear it from him to just confirm.

✩ so when he comes back to you, literally out of breath with sweat dripping (fr dawg?? 😕), you quickly ask him if he likes you back.

✩ "so erm... do you... y'know...???", "what... like you back??? i thought i made it obvious??!??"

✩ "you literally ran around the whole school before i could even confess... so idk... you tell me bro"

✩ "i liTERALLT AM IN LOVE WITH YOU WHAT ARE YOU TALKINF ABOUT???!?!?"

✩ two idiots confessing their idiotic love for one another!!

CHEON JUNHYEOK! — 천준혁.

✩ super duper shy n doesn't know how to react at all.

✩ "o-oh, thanks, i guess?" is his response... out of all responses that you would say to your crush... that's the one he chose. smh.

✩ cue sad y/n... (i'm sorry for his stupidity) "ah, okay, sorry." and you walk away.

✩ takes junhyeok a good 24 hours to realize the damage he'd done especially when he noticed that you had been avoiding him the whole day.

✩ simply put: he fucked up big time and made it seem like he didn't like you back.

✩ literally had to corner you after school like some spy to finally get you to talk to him.

✩ is quick to explain everything that went through his brain when you had confessed. "y/n i really like you too, y-you just caught me off guard! and i'm so sorry i didn't say anything to you... you're just like super pretty so i don't really know how to function around you! and —"

✩ you have to kiss him to shut him up but hey! it works!

EUN-HWI! — 은휘.

✩ literally has no clue wtf is going on but is there for the ride!

✩ kinda just sits there, listening attentively and when the words, "i like you" come out... he's literally like ^0^?!?!?!!

✩ lots of "woah... really?" and dropped jaws but from your pov... he looks so cute, kinda like a kid at the aquarium, he's in awe staring at you.

✩ you get straight to the point after your confession, "so... d'ya like me back, hwi?" you fr used your big, glossy, sparkly, puppy dog eyes and got his ass wrapped around your finger more than he was before!

✩ "what kinda question is that? OFC I LIKE YOU?!???"

✩ both of you get super shy and kinda just stare at each other until he musters up all the courage in the world and grabs your hand, leaving school to walk you home even though he lives the opposite way... omg how cute </3

OH SUNGJUN! — 오성준.

✩ so cocky yet so... shy... how does he do it!!!

✩ is over the moon and multiple planets at the fact that you're literally confessing to him rn.

✩ probs the most normal-ish out of all the boys.

✩ likes the fact that he can make you blush with his words on the daily but the roles are reversed when you confess to him.

✩ blushing for absolute DAYS on end!

✩ lowkey thinking and planning of all the possible ways to take you out as soon as the words "i like you" come out.

✩ my boy's on a roll and literally suggests going out after school, probs to a café or of that same idea.

✩ uses corny lines like "did you fall when you came from heaven", or "are you a parking ticket? bc you got fine written all over you"

✩ two corny love-birds <3

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━ jaydi's notes! ୨✩୧ ۫ 📓𓈒 ⭒ ݁ . super busy n all that but hope this is good. see y'all till my next fic haha

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[kywaslost]

Levi Comforts Anxious Sister Reader

Warnings: anxiety, anxiety attack

Requests are possibly open?? I don’t really know yet if I’m honest lol

Being the younger sister of humanity’s last hope isn’t easy. You worried constantly, whether it be what people thought of you or if your brother would make it back from the latest expedition. You were only 16 and you felt like the world was resting on your shoulders. With Lance Corporal Levi as your brother, people expected you to be just like him; cold, heartless, and an amazing warrior. 

In reality, you were just another soldier. There wasn’t even anything special about you. You couldn’t turn into a titan like Eren, be quick on your feet like Mikasa, or be smart like Arwin. You were just like anyone else. You didn’t have much in common with your older brother either. You had his hair color and facial structure, but that was as far as it goes. Levi never showed his emotions whereas you could never mask your own. He knew how to lead an army and take down a titan without a second thought. Your social anxiety kept you from trying to take charge and you considered every possibility that a titan could do to kill you and that distracted you from your main goal.

There was an expedition a few weeks ago that scarred you. It wasn’t your first, but it sure made your heart stop beating. You were a part of Levi’s squad. Just because you were another soldier doesn’t mean you weren’t good enough to be with your brother. Levi would never admit it but he fought hard and well to make sure you were on his squad when you had to go out on expeditions.

There were more titans than you thought there would be. You were swarmed, alone. Three titans were closing in on you and there was no one around to help you kill them. You let out a shrill scream as one of the titans enclosed you in its grip. You panicked, trying to free your arms. You were lifted closer to the titans mouth. In a final attempt to save your life, you screamed, “Levi!” You closed your eyes, accepting defeat. In a split second, you hit the ground and the air was knocked out of you. You winced in pain as your right shoulder took most of the impact. The ground shook as the three titans hit the ground, dead.

“Y/N!” Next thing you knew you were in someone’s arms and flying through the air. You opened your eyes slowly to see your older brother looking down at you. You then closed your eyes, unconscious.

Levi cursed to himself when he felt you fall limp. “Do not close your eyes,” he screamed. “Don’t die on me!” Levi landed on one of the medical carts retreating back to HQ. Eren lay still in the center, weakly looking up at the sky above them. Arwin sat beside him and Mikasa rode her horse along the cart.

“Captain?” Eren called hoarsely.

“Arwin, help me,” Levi ordered. Arwin quickly pulled off his cloak and folded it to use as a pillow. He helped Levi lay you flat on the cart next to Eren and he started to press part of your own cloak against your head.

“She’s bleeding, Captain,” Arwin informed the man.

“How bad is it?” Levi asked as he inspected your shoulder. It was obviously dislocated and broken.

“I can’t quite tell but she has a head injury, most definitely a concussion.”

“Mikasa,” Levi called. “Give me your cloak.” The girl ripped it off and passed it to the captain. He then popped your shoulder back in place and used the cloak as a sling. Taking off his own green cover Levi layed it over you in an attempt to keep you warm.

“Is Y/N ok?” Eren asked quietly, reaching over to grab her hand.

“Don’t touch her!” Levi ordered, taking her hand instead.

That was a few weeks ago. Since then, you’ve been ordered by your brother and Erwen himself to take it easy. You were to sit out of training and for chores you were to stay with your brother and do as he told you to do. You were bummed you had to sit out but were beyond grateful that you got to spend so much time with your brother. Ever since that day, you started to panic whenever you were by yourself. Your breath would quicken and your heart rate would pick up. It never got terrible though, since someone would find you rather quickly. You didn’t bother telling anyone about this, since you thought it was just a temporary thing.

Today you were with Levi in his office. He noticed how you winced in pain whenever you moved so he ordered you to sit on the couch in his office and rest.

“But Levi--” you started to protest but he glared at you.

“That’s Captain Levi to you,” he corrected. You looked away, suddenly upset. He never ordered you to call him Captain when it was just the two of you, let alone ever glare at you like that. You heard the man sigh and felt the couch dip beside you. “Hey,” he said softly. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to snap at you.” He pulled your head to rest on his shoulder. “I know this is hard for you and I’m sorry I’m making things worse. I’ve just had a lot of paperwork and I know that’s no excuse.” You closed your eyes and leaned into your brother’s touch.

“It’s alright,” you said quietly. “I understand.” You shifted to get more comfortable but winced in pain. Your head was killing you. Armin was right, you did have a pretty bad concussion. Levi took notice of your pain and frowned slightly. He never was one to show his emotions. He gently lifted you off of him and laid you down on the couch.

“Where are you going?” you asked as you sat up quickly. Levi gently pushed you back down onto the couch.

“Lay down brat,” he said. Although there was no emotion showing on his face, you could see the concern in his eyes. “I’m going to go find something to help you with the pain.” Levi turned around and left the room. Your eyes widened in panic.

“But--”

“I’ll be back.” With that, your brother left. Your breath quickened and you started to panic. Ever since the day you got injured, you couldn’t stand being alone. You squeezed your eyes shut, the tension causing your head to hurt even more. Letting out a choked sob you started to shake. I can’t do this, you thought to yourself. I can’t be alone. You attempted to stand and walk, wanting to find at least someone to stay with you until Levi got back, but you were too far gone. You stumbled down to the ground as the pain in your head caused your legs to give out from beneath you. You gripped and pulled your hair with your one good hand, breath labored.

“Levi,” you gasped quietly. Tears stream down your face, leaving small streams on your cheeks and dripping from your chin. Your vision became blurry, colors being distorted and black dots appearing every now and then.

You’re all alone, just like that day.

You can never be as great as your perfect brother if you can’t even stand being alone for a few minutes.

It took you a few moments to realize that you were trying to scream despite the fact you were gasping for air. 

“I found some--” You couldn’t even hear the voice of the man that had entered the room.

Levi’s heart nearly stopped beating when he saw you a mess on the floor in his office. The small bottle of pills that were in his hands clattered to the floor, rolling under a chair. The man dropped down beside you and quickly wrapped his arms around you. You let out an ear piercing scream, not knowing what was going on around you. Levi jumped back. His hands hovered over you as the man panicked on what he should do. He’s never seen you this vulnerable before, let alone packing like this. He debated yelling for help, wondering if your friends would be able to handle the situation.

This wasn’t the first time he had dealt with someone having a panic attack. With him being a leader, his soldiers always asked for his help when they were this vulnerable but he had never seen an attack this bad before. Heck, he had attacks himself but they weren’t nearly as severe as this.

“Captain, what’s--” Levi looked to the doorway to see a few cadets standing in the doorway. 

“Leave,” he growled. The cadets nodded and quickly closed the door, slamming it in the process. You jumped, screaming even louder. Levi’s eyes pricked with tears as he took in your state. He started to try and talk you down since you obviously didn’t want to be touched.

“Hey princess,” he soothed as he tried to keep his voice steady and calm. It would be of no help if you heard him panicking as well. “I’m here, ok? You need to calm down.” He saw that this wasn’t working and remembered how you would never disobey an order, even if it came from your brother. “Breathe, Y/N. That’s an order.”

You heard your brother beside you. You were no longer alone. Despite hearing his order, you could not escape the prison that was your mind. You continued to gasp for air as your body trembled.

“Breathe,” Levi said again. “Slow. Take it slow. In and out.” He started to breathe loud and slow to try to get you to do it with him.

“I can’t!” you sobbed. “I can’t breathe!” Levi watched as the color drained from your face slowly and how you slowly moved to lay on the floor.

“No,” he said sternly, going to touch you before remembering that could make it all worse. “Do not pass out on me.” You were laying on your back now, still gripping your hair with one hand.

“It hurts!” you cried out. You started to feel yourself drift off due to the lack of oxygen your body was getting. “Levi.” The words barely made it past your lips as your eyes drooped closed. Levi’s eyes widened.

“No! Do not pass out!” It was too late, you were out. Your breath quickly even out as your body relaxed. Quickly, Levi placed your head in his lap. He gripped your good hand with one of his and pressed a kiss to it as his other hand ran through your hair. He wiped the remaining tears from your face. “Please,” he begged silently, “wake up Y/N.” The two of you stayed like that for several moments before your head lulled to the side and a quiet groan left your lips. Levi smiled softly, bending down to kiss your head.

“Hey sis,” he whispered as he moved the hair from your forehead. “It’s ok, I’ve got you.” You slowly opened your eyes, looking around the room. Your eyes connected with his and it took you a second to process who you were looking at.

“It’s alright,” Levi cooed softly. “You need a moment for your head to kick back into the right gear, and that’s alright.” You attempted to sit up but Levi pulled you back down into his lap. He tapped your nose gently with his pointer finger. “What are you doing brat? You are in no condition to be moving around.”

“Levi?” you whispered slowly. He gave you a small smile.

“Yeah,” he answered. “It’s me.” You sighed softly, leaning into Levi’s leg. The two of you sat like that with Levi staring down at you, afraid to take his eyes off of you.

“Bubby?” you muttered, looking up at his worried gaze. Levi’s eyes softened. You only ever called him that when you were upset or something was wrong.

“What is it baby?” Words were the only way Levi knew how to provide comfort and even then he still couldn’t do it well.

“Can we move to the couch?” Nodding slightly, Levi picked you up and laid you down on the couch. He sat down near your head as you sat up and leaned against his shoulder.

“What happened?” he asked quietly. “I didn’t know you struggled with attacks like that.” You let out a shaky breath and buried your face in Levi’s arm. “It’s ok if you don’t want to talk about it but I would greatly appreciate it if you told me.”

“Please don’t leave,” you muttered silently. Levi pulled you onto his lap and hugged you.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he whispered in your hair. “I promise.”

Without looking up to meet your brother’s eyes, you started to explain, “Ever since that expedition I can’t stand being alone. I can’t breathe very well and speaking is hard.” Levi’s eyes widened in realization. “I’m guessing it was because I was alone when the titan attacked.” If it were even possible, Levi held you tighter.

“Has this happened before?” he whispered. You simply shrugged.

“Yeah, but it’s never gotten this bad. I usually can’t breathe very well for a minute or two before someone comes back. Then I’m fine.”

“I’m so sorry,” Levi said with tears in his eyes. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t think that much of it,” you responded.

“Come to me the next time this happens, ok?” Levi commanded. “That’s an order.” You give a small giggle.

“Yes, sir.”

“Does your head still hurt?” you nodded as your brother slowly set you on the couch and picked up the bottle that had fallen from his hand moments ago. He placed two pills in your hand and handed you his cup of tea. Once you had taken the pills and settled down on your brother’s shoulder again, you started to drift off to sleep.

From that day on, Levi made sure you were never alone. He would always command another cadet to be with you when he could not be and was always there to talk you down when you were left alone. Let’s just say that whoever left you alone would later be seen unconscious with a bloody nose before being carried off to the medical wing.

[miruko-will-fight-god]

Class 1A x Immortal reader

Warnings: death, Reader death (But revival), talks of pain

Reader info:

Quirk: Complete Restoration (This quirk allows the reader to completely heal from any injury, even allowing them to regrow organs and limbs)

A/N: I swear this isn’t angst, tbh I dont even know what to call this since it isnt fluff, crack, or angst enjoy anyway tho (Also Mineta is replaced with Shinso but that shouldn’t really be a problem lol)

You walked into the room of class 2-A greeted by the faces of your new classmates and Eraser Head, who you had met a few days prior, was lying on the floor wrapped up in his blindingly yellow sleeping bag. You walked through the door, the exhausted teacher sluggishly sitting up. “Alright, introduce yourself quickly, we have things to do afterwards” he grumbles before slouching back down.

 You stepped beside the podium, reciting your rehearsed introduction from memory “Hello, I’m [Y/N] [L/N], I’m a new transfer from [Country]. I look forward to getting to know you all!” You finished, looking over towards Aizawa who was now standing, only half covered in his sleeping bag. “Alright,” he said, “now that that's over with, everyone get suited up and meet me at ground gamma.” 

You followed the rest of the class towards the lockers to change into your costumes Your costume was simple, it consisted of a simple black full bodysuit that had two large pockets running down the outer sides of your legs containing rope for restraining, and some combat boots. Since your quirk didn’t give you any offensive properties, your weapon of choice was a scythe, which was quite noticeable as you paraded out of the locker room with it.

 You, Ahisdo, Shinso and Midoriya were the first ones out of the locker rooms. You stood in awe of the massive industrial training grounds, as Ashido and Midoriya tried to convince you to tell them what your quirk is and Shinso looked like he was planning. As the rest of the class gathered up, you were greeted by your grumpy homeroom teacher and the frail form of all might. When all of you had arrived, All might began to brief you all on the exercise. “Today the battle will be a free for all, The border will be marked by a large red line that will shrink every minute, get pushed out of the border and you’re out, become immobilized, you’re out. Someone will win when they’re the last person standing within the border. We’ll give a 45 second grace period, for you all to get into a position, just make sure that you stay within the border.” He finished explaining. “Does everyone got it?” he asked, eliciting varying ‘yeses’ from you and your classmates. Before the class was told to begin Aizawa added something on. “One more thing, [L/N] and Shinso” your features became riddled with confusion. “As you most likely guessed this test will be an evaluation of you skills. And if I feel like your lacking what it takes to remain in this class, I will expel you.” You jumped at the notion of expelling while Shinso only narrowed his eyes,  you knew that Eraserhead has expelled entire classes of students before, you were no exception to this.

You calmed your nerves just as the pair gave the signal for the grace period to start. All of you ran in, some moving faster than others due to their quirks. An overly loud horn blew throughout the arena just as you reached a safe area near the edge of the border.

‘I guess that was the signal’ you thought, starting to come up with a plan

You knew that you had the benefit of them not knowing your quirk, you were told of them and their quirks and you remember seeing them in the sports festival from last year. So your best bet would be sneak attacks and to knock people out of the border since you only had a limited amount of rope, you figured the stronger and more ballsy of your peers would be near the center, so the majority would be around the outskirts like you.

You were taken out of your thoughts by tape narrowly avoiding your face. You towards your right, to find the person of origin perched on top of a pipe. You readied your weapon in front of you, The memory of the sports festival last year coming back to you. The grip you kept on your weapon tightened as you ran towards Sero, dogging and cutting tape as it was shot as you. Once you were close enough to the pipe you jumped up, hitching your scythe into a vertical pipe adjacent to where you were jumping using the momentum to pull yourself up. As your feet landed on the metal with a soft thud, you pulled your weapon out, grasping it with both hands.

Without hesitation you run towards your current opponent, making your way between the two streams of tape he shot at you. Once he was within range of your weapon, turning the blade around so he was hit with the heel of your scythe. You watched as he fell off of the pole landing on his butt. Before he had a chance to get up or even register the slight pain in his tailbone, the large red line marking the perimeter began to move inward, leaving him outside the line. You slightly felt bad but remembered that there was still a challenge going on. However you knew you were definitely going to be apologizing.

Your next destination was closer to the center of the arena. While it was still fairly early in the game, you had no doubt that quite a few people were out. After a while navigating, only accompanied by the sound of your footsteps and the sound of fights off in the distance. Before you knew it you reached what you assumed was the center. Primarily due to the fact that the area seemed more cleared out compared to other places in the structure. The area seemed almost under ground due to the lack of pipes at the bottom but random pipes acting similar to a roof only letting stray beams of light worming their way to the ground. Within the large cleared out area three people stood the arena. Three who you recognized from their files Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugou, and Hitoshi Shinso.

You remembered them specifically since one only transferred to the hero course this year, and the other two were fairly powerful. From where you stood you noticed a few other people, their either eyes trained on the scene in front of them waiting for an opportune moment to take one of them out or fighting someone else. The boys were currently engaged in a three-way battle trying their best to keep each other at bay while also trying to keep each other down. 

The boy in the green seemed to have a slight advantage since he seemed more skilled in close ranged hand-to-hand combat than the others. The blonde was stuck primarily on defense and the purple haired boy seemed to have a decent balance between defense and offense. You remembered Aizawa’s words, the threat of expulsion still slightly terrifying you. You took a deep breath and formulated a plan.

 As the battle continued you scaled your way up the pipes avoiding the other spectators. You eventually made you way to the end of a pipe that led directly over the battle- well as direct as you could be considering how much they moved around. You did your best to stay as quiet as possible as your made your way across the pipe until something caught your eye. Quite a bit ahead of you, the pipe got unstable due to it missing quite a few screws. It was unstable enough that probably if you applied enough pressure the pipe would collapse causing a domino effect to the few pipes below it. You knew if you spent anymore time thinking it over you would psych yourself out of it.

 You got a running start and jumped onto the pip fell with it  was everything collapsed. The trio below you saw and each to appropriate actions to save themselves. Bakugou jumping back using the force of explosions to power himself back. Shinso using his capture weapon to move larger pieces of debris out of his way. Deku jumping off of the falling rubble to make sure none of it fell on himself.

That portion of the Arena was covered in a layer of dust causing everyone to cough. As the dust started to settle, letting everyone open their eyes and get fresh breaths of air into their lungs, that's when they noticed it. You were dead…? You laid on top of the rubble, only small pieces laying on top of you. There was quite a noticeable head wound, and a hole in your stomach. Almost like a piece of metal had passed clean through you.

No one dared to move, the sight of a dead body causing some of them gag, trying to keep the bile in their stomachs. No one’s eyes dared to stay fixated on anything your body, like if they looked away you would really be dead. The most stoic of your classmates were unable to keep their unwavering facades together. Everyone's thoughts were interrupted by a sudden yelling from the pile of  wreckage “THAT HURT LIKE A BITCH!” You yelled, sitting up unaware of the state of your classmates. Tears started to flow as some of them finally gained the courage to run up to you bombarding you with questions. 

You chuckled at the familiar questions of “what?” “how?” “weren’t you dead?” Aizawa looked through the screen, a shock that was unknown to his colleague riddled his mind. He knew what your quirk was, but he didn’t know it was to that extent. He had seen healing quirks at work before, but he had never seen someone just come back to life like that. Aizawa ended the training session early giving you his logical ruse spiel while also reprimanding you for being that reckless.

Soon enough lunch rolled around, and you sat with a large group of one 1-A students ending up next to the green haired boy from earlier. As soon as you sat down you were bombarded with questions before you chuckled. “I can’t answer all your questions at once, one at a time please.” Midoriya asked his questions first which were basically all the practical ones. 

“What is your quirk?”

“It’s called complete restoration, I’m just able to heal any injury on myself, including ones that are fatal.”

“So you’re immortal?”

“Pretty Much.” you answered curtly, continuing to stuff your face. 

“Do you feel pain?” a red head asked sheepishly. “Not in the slightest! But I can tell when I get hurt, it’s like some sort of sixth sense. And “dying” is practically just waking up from that weird falling feeling ” You shrugged. “But it makes it really fun to jump off of buildings and stuff!” you finished giggling. Your classmates looked at you with a mix of awe and disbelief, continuing to ask questions throughout the lunch period.

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“Wish I Were...”

Pairing: Midoriya Izuku x Reader

Warnings: Angst, Unrequited Love

Word Count: 2.1k

Synopsis: Y/N can’t help but wish she were the girl who managed to capture her crush’s heart. Based on Conan Gray’s “Heather”

You shivered, rubbing your arms up and down slightly. You were in a rush this morning, trying to get out of your dorm as quick as possible to make sure you weren’t late for class since no one thought to wake you up. Of course, you forgot to bring a jacket of sorts in the rush.

When you realized you forgot your jacket, you brushed it off. Sure, it was December, of course it was cold, but you didn’t think that it would be this cold! And to top it off, the universe decided to make it start snowing today as well. Just your luck.

Luckily, half the day seemed to pass by in a blur, classes seemingly going by pretty quick if someone were to ask you. Now it was lunch period, and you sighed in relief, praying to some sort of God that Lunch Rush had prepared something warm for the students. Of course, you could’ve asked your friend Todoroki to heat you up, but you know how much he despised using his father’s quirk, so that was off the table.

As you packed your things to start heading to the cafeteria, you and your best friend with green hair struck up a conversation.

“Hey Izuku,” you smiled softly at him, “you don’t happen to have some hand warmers, do you? It’s freezing today and I forgot to bring some warmth with me.” You chuckled nervously as you zipped up your bag of textbooks.

Midoriya smiled, scratching the back of his neck in embarrassment, “Sorry, L/N…I didn’t bring any with me either.” Before you could remind him to call you by your first name, he clasped his hands together loudly, as if he remembered something, “Ah! But I have an extra sweater with me…I accidentally grabbed two today since they were on top of each other. You can use that one!”

Immediately he opened his large backpack, pulling out a large sweater that had hints of All Might’s designs on it. Such as the hoodie having two long yellow ears, resembling the former #1’s iconic hair. “Oh…haha…Sorry, it’s this one, its kind of dorky, you don’t have to—”

“No no!” You cut him off once you realized what he was trying to say, “I think its cute! Thank you, Izuku!”

Your classmate blushed at your words, waving you off in a flustered manner, stammering over his words.

You chuckled under your breath before you pulled his sweater over your head, the polyester material falling down just before your skirt stopped at. Unconsciously, you inhaled the pretty citrus scent that you’ve come to recognize as Midoriya’s. You felt butterflies in your tummy from it, feeling at home in his scent and clothing. Snapping out of it, you grinned at him, “See, it looks great, right? Thank you~”

I still remember the third of December, me in your sweater

Midoriya laughed, fiddling his fingers together, jokingly he spoke, “It looks better on you than me, actually.”

You said it looked better on me than it did you

Suddenly, you didn’t feel so cold. Heat exploded all over you, especially your face, a warm tingly feeling spreading throughout your body, your eyes inspecting his face in adoration and silence.

Only if you knew how much I liked you

You watched as he opened his beautiful emerald eyes, snapping not to you but to the person behind you. Your ears instantly perked up when you heard his breath hitch.

You turned around, curiously, to see who it was. You stood next to Midoriya, your heart dropping to your stomach when you realized those pretty eyes of his were following a certain beautiful brunette, Ochaco Uraraka. Your eyes looked to his, noticing how he looked at the girl with such love in his eyes, something he never showed you.

But I watch your eyes as she walks by

Inhaling a deep breath, you nudged his shoulders teasingly, capturing his attention for a short second before he glanced back to her.

“Hey, what a sight for sore eyes, right?”

Almost instantly he replied, breathlessly, “Brighter than the blue sky…”

Shakily breathing, you bit your lip to stop your tears, forcing a smile to your face before standing in front of him, getting his full attention now, “She’s got you mesmerized! You should just confess to her already; she totally likes you back!”

Midoriya flushed, putting his face between his hands and groaning, “Stop it Y/N…it’s embarrassing for me!! Let’s go to the cafeteria already…”

While I die…

--

It seems like your best friend took your advice. About a week or so later, Midoriya Izuku decided to confess to his crush. Surprise surprise, she liked him back, just like you said she did. Their relationship became the pinnacle of teasing from both the boys and girls in class, mostly cute comments from the females and dirty ones from the boys—those made Deku blush brighter than Kirishima’s hair, you swear.

You talked to them both after class, eyebrows slightly furrowed as you tried—and successfully as they didn’t notice—to keep your sadness down and your grin up, “You guys are so cute together, oh my gosh! I’m so glad I convinced this dork to finally fess up his feelings for you, you guys make such a power couple.”

Uraraka’s cheeks became pinker, leaning against Deku cutely, rambling her gratitude to you because she also liked him and sorts. You looked towards the green boy, his soft smile directed towards you, his mannerisms showing his thanks.

You watched as he grabbed her hand and pulled it up to his lips, giving it a small kiss before his mouth turned into a frown, “Your hands are freezing, Ochaco!”

You felt like you couldn’t breathe.

Why won’t you ever kiss me?

She giggled, her bright smile brightening up the room, “It’s alright, Deku-kun. I’m practically invincible to the cold, plus all my jacket were dirty so I couldn’t really use them...” With her free hand, she touched her own face as if to show she was ‘invincible’ like she said.

Your lips pressed into a fine line. Why did she have to be so pretty? Beautiful big chocolate brown eyes that stared up at him, a gorgeous face structure, and such a kind smile. Self-consciously, you brought your own hand up to your face, faintly running your fingers across your cheeks.

I’m not even half as pretty

Immediately hearing her words, Midoriya took his hand away, pulling that same jacket he gave you the other day out and tugging onto her, “I don’t want you to get sick, love.” He murmured to himself under his breath. His eyes widened and face became red once he noticed how cute she looked in his stupid All Might sweater. The stupid All Might sweater that you loved, which wasn’t yours, you remind yourself.

You gave her your sweater

Uraraka touched the material, “It’s so soft and cute!! Thank you Deku-kun!” She kissed his cheek, playing with the sleeves of the sweater.

It’s just polyester, you told yourself. No need to get so worked up, Y/N, a part of your brain told you. Midoriya grinned shyly, saying it was no problem.

But you like her better…wish I were Heather

“I think I’m gonna skip lunch today, you two! I feel a bit nauseous, I think it might’ve been something I ate for breakfast or something…” You smoothly lied, “But you guys should go soon, all the classes are going to steal the good stuff! I think I’ll just head to the nurse; you know?”

Deku looked to you worriedly, “Do you want me to go with you? What if something happens on the way?”

You waved Izuku off nonchalantly, “Nah, I can go by myself. Just go, go!” You nudged them both from your seat.

They laughed with you, their voices melding together like a perfect symphony making you feel choked up. Uraraka stood first, “I hope you feel better Y/N! I’ll make sure to save you a snack for later!” The brunette then grabbed her boyfriend’s hand, tugging him up.

Watch as she stands with her holding your hand

Midoriya threw you a smile before turning towards his girlfriend, wrapping his arm around her shoulder, saying how he wants her to be as warm as possible to not get sick. You felt cold again, a freezing sensation burning your skin.

Put your arm ‘round her shoulder, now I’m getting colder

They neared the door, Uraraka smiling at you oh so kindly once more, wishing you well.

But how could I hate her? She’s such an angel

Her innocent smile made you dig your nails into your palm, you felt so guilty for thinking about the nasty things you thought of her. She didn’t deserve it…

But then again, kinda wish she were dead

Once they left the room, you put your head between your arms, tears falling down your cheeks as you bit your lip to keep in your sobs so no one could hear you.

As she walks by, what a sight for sore eyes…

You tightened your grip on your arms, silently sobbing harder as you remembered his praise on her everytime he talked about her as if she were his queen.

Brighter than the blue sky

You hated how he could never look at you the way she looked at him. You hated her for being his love. You hated him for not ever noticing your massive crush on him and not choosing you instead. Most of all, you hated yourself. You couldn’t help but be full of regret and sorrow, were you not good enough for Midoriya Izuku?

She’s got you mesmerized while I die

What made it worse was that you couldn’t help imagine yourself in his arms still. How it would be if he were the one kissing you.

Why wont you ever kiss me?

How it would be if he were the one praising you instead of her.

I’m not even half as pretty…

How it would be to be in his sweater again.

You gave her your sweater

That stupid, dorky, cute, All Might sweater of his. That smelled like citrus and felt like silk, felt like him.

It’s just polyester

His words from that day flooded your mind, how he said you looked better in it than he did. Was that true? Or were you foolish enough that you would take it to your silly fragile heart?

But you like her better

You stood up, realizing that anybody could walk in, with tears streaming down your face—youd hate for your teacher to see you like this…so pathetic for a future pro hero.

Grabbing your bag and phone, you rushed out of the classroom, running for the dorms, your mind racing with thoughts of them together, breaking your heart more and more into sharp pieces that stabbed at your lungs, making you breathless as you ran.

I wish I were heather…

You pushed through the school doors, feeling heavy as you ran faster to the dormitory.

Wish I were heather…

You reached the dorms, immediately running through the empty place, looking for your room in a haze. Finally finding it, you slammed your door open, walking in and slamming it shut.

Wish I were heather…

You slid down your door, your arms wrapping around your knees in a desperate attempt to just swallow yourself whole. Your sobs came out loud and broken, your entire body shaking.

“Why won’t you ever kiss me?” You asked to the void, voicing your thoughts of the green-eyed boy to the universe.

Pathetically, you tried wiping your tears away, only for more to flood out. You couldn’t help but think of Uraraka. You doubt that even when crying, she still looked like such an angel.

“I’m not even half as pretty!” At this point you were hyperventilating, you clutched your chest, trying to calm your racing heart. This felt like death. You weren’t even in a relationship with Izuku, yet this felt like a breakup. Like heartbreak. And it hurt, so much.

You gave her your sweater…

“It’s just polyester!!” You tried reasoning with your mind, trying to alleviate the pain. It was just a sweater, so why did it hurt so much when you saw him wrap it around her, with so much concern and love in his eyes…?

But you like her better…

“Wish I were…” Your sobs broke off your sentence, not daring to finish it, not daring to say her name. The name of the girl who captured the heart of the boy you loved…

[attack-on-multifandom]

Fall on Deaf Ears

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x Deaf!Reader

Warnings: cursing, bullying, angst, mentions of suicide

Summary: Katsuki Bakugou always wanted to be strong so to cover any weakness he’d bully other people such as Izuku, but what happens when a new girl who just happens to not be able to hear shows up?

A/N: Not too long I watched the movie A Silent Voice (which I really recommend if you haven’t seen it) and it really made me want to to write a similar situation with Katsuki and Reader so here it is! Also the ending is kinda angsty and ends with a cliffhanger so if you want a part two lemme know and I’ll begin to write it immediately!💖💗 Also feel free to tell me if I got anything wrong about being deaf because I really don’t want to offend anyone!💗

Prideful. Overconfident. Self-absorbed.

Those are three words that you could use to describe five year old Katsuki Bakugou.

He currently was showing off his newly gained quirk to his three followers friends, plus a shy Izuku who stood in the back gazing in awe, all the while bragging at how great it was and how no one in the kindergarten could even dream of surpassing him and his quirk.

The teacher came out indicating for the students to come inside, for class was now starting and it was this specific class that would change young Katsuki Bakugou’s life forever.

“Okay kids, before we start I would like to introduce a new student here; her name is (Y/L) (Y/N) and she just transferred here from a different kindergarten.”

You didn’t do anything but stand there with a kind smile and a nervous look in your eyes indicating your uncomfortableness at being a new kid in a different school. However, Katsuki would soon find out it was not as simple and you being new that caused your anxiety to be so extreme.

“Not only is (Y/N) here new but she is also deaf, can anyone tell me what that means?”

One of Bakugou’s so called ‘friends’ raised his hand confidently.

“Yes, Tsubasa?”

“It means she’s dumb because she can’t hear.”

The whole class laughed, save sweet Izuku of course, but Bakugou only scoffed and examined the new girl closely.

She didn’t seemed bothered by the class laughing, in fact, she began to laugh her self, the sound coming out a bit strangled and weird since she could not hear her own voice.

The whole class went silent until everyone began laughing again, the kind smile never leaving the girl’s face because of her ignorance to the reasoning of the rude laughter.

“That’s enough class and no Tsubasa that is not what being deaf means, please save your ignorance for outside of class,” the teacher scolded the winged boy who simply scoffed and began to complain to Katsuki about how the teacher just had no sense of humor.

“To be deaf means to have lost the ability to hear; sometimes it’s mild and you can still hear things with the help of a hearing aid, and sometimes it’s more severe resulting in the complete loss of audible noise,” the teacher explained.

“(Y/N) has unfortunately the more severe case where she can not hear a single thing so please do your best with her and don’t use the fact that she can not hear as an excuse to exclude and bully her.”

The young girl finally took a seat as the class officially began. She of course didn’t notice all the whispering around her as everyone began to talk about their new deaf student.

In all honestly, Bakugou could care less about you and whether you had a disability or not, all he cared about was being the best and nothing was going to stop him from achieving his dreams.

Although Bakugou didn’t care about you, that didn’t mean that he wasn’t going to go out of his way to personally bully you just like he did with poor Deku.

Speaking of Midoriya, he soon became you’re only friend, spending time with you and even go as far as to learn sign language so he could communicate better with you.

You simply adored Izuku and his sweetness and always encouraged him that he would get his quirk sooner or later.

That simply was not the case for you.

Not only could you not hear, but you also were quirkless.

What an unlucky life you had.

You didn’t let that stop you from being optimistic and gracious that you at least had good parents, food, and a roof over your head. You were the epitome of kindness that made up for everything else that went wrong in your life.

———————————————————————

You distinctly remember the first day you first met Bakugou Katsuki.

You were playing on the jungle gym with Izuku, you pretending to be a princess in need of saving and him being your knight in shining armor.

You giggled, the strange sound not bothering Izuku in the slightest, he actually loved hearing you laugh because he thought you more than anyone deserved to be happy after all you had been through.

He quickly signed a ‘I am here to save you!’ As he finally reached the top of the jungle gym where you pretended you were being kidnapped.

‘My savior!’ You signed back as you both laughed and had a good time.

“Well look what we have here, a quirkless loser and a deaf quirkless loser, what a pair,” Katsuki joked as his group laughed behind him.

“Leave us alone Kacchan we haven’t done anything!” Izuku yelled feeling more defensive then usual because now you were being targeted and not just him.

A look of confusion formed on your features as you saw the distress on Izuku’s face and the smug look on Katsuki’s face.

You tapped your green haired friend on the shoulder and mouthed, ‘what’s going on?’

He sighed and shook his head as he grabbed your tiny hand and lead you off the play structure and away from the group of bullies.

“Hey where do you think you losers are going?!” Katsuki yelled as explosions began popping in his hands.

He grabbed the back of Izuku’s shirt and threw him to the ground, keeping his grip on Izuku as he began to use his explosions on him.

You watched on in horror as your friend was being attacked, tears streaming down his freckled cheeks from the pain and helpless he felt.

“Leave him alone!” You yelled the words sounding distorted as they left your mouth.

“Oh I almost forgot about deaf girl over here,” Katsuki said as he let go forcefully of Deku and began to focus his attacks on you.

“Why don’t you do us all a favor and never talk again, your voice is so annoying and no one can understand you!”

He finished his hurtful words by pushing you into the ground, his gang behind him cheering him on.

You stared at the ground for a second before you look up to Katsuki with a kind smile effectively making the young blonde’s eyes widen.

You intertwined your hands and made a forward motion with them, confusing Bakugou.

“What the crap is that suppose to mean?”

“I-It means she wants to be your friend,” Izuku muttered, his voice strained from the attack.

“Hah! As if I’d ever let such a helpless person be my friend! You’re useless not only can’t you hear but you don’t even have a quirk you’re just a waste of space and don’t you forget that!”

He pushed you one last time and left with his other two friends leaving you alone with Izuku.

He turned to you with guilty green eyes and immediately apologized for not being able to protect you.

You didn’t blame him at all neither did you blame Katsuki because you knew it was because of his own problems that he bullied you and you made it your personal goal to be friend him and help him with his issues.

——————————————————————

6 years later

With each passing year you tried becoming friends with Katsuki only to fail and be bullied.

He usually only verbally hurt you calling you useless and making fun of your lack of hearing, however sometimes he would take to physically hurting you either by pushing you or using his explosions.

He just couldn’t stand the kind smile on your face afterwards and the open gesture of friendship you would always extend to him.

Katsuki Bakugou couldn’t stand you and hated having to even go to the same school as you.

It was the first day of middle school and you did your usual walk with Izuku, six years never changing your friendship except that it was now even stronger then it was before.

You signed and joked as you made your way into the new middle school building.

As soon as you entered, a loud explosion went off in both yours and Izuku’s face, sending you both to the floor.

Loud laughter followed soon after that you could only tell by the way Bakugou’s eyes closed and his mouth widened.

“Wow it’s too fucking easy to send you guys flying now a days, are you both getting weaker or am I just getting stronger?” Bakugou boasted with a prideful smirk, causing Izuku to sigh and offer you a hand up.

‘Are you okay?’ He signed and you offered him a soft smile as you signed back, ‘I’m okay Izuchan thanks for asking.’

The green haired boy smiled back at you.

You offered Bakugou a small wave as you and Izuku began to walk away.

Bold of you both to assume he was going to let that happen.

For some reason when he saw you give Deku that soft smile and watched you both communicate in way that he couldn’t understand, it made his stomach churn and his heart feel weird.

He had never experienced this before and he didn’t like it which only made him angrier.

“Hey come back here you fucking weaklings!” Bakugou yelled while his ‘friends’ tried to tell him it wasn’t worth it.

It was fucking worth it if Katsuki Bakugou said it was worth it.

You and Izuku turned around only for you to be knocked down again, this time only you and surprisingly not Deku.

“Aren’t you gonna fucking say something or make that damn shitty offer to be friends, huh?!”

After all these years you had gotten pretty decent at reading Bakugou’s lips even through all the yelling.

It also gave you the excuse to look at Bakugou’s lips.

You understood every word he said which made your eyes widen in surprise.

Did he want you to ask him to be your friend?

Thinking that’s what he meant, you signed the gesture for friendship with a sweet smile on your face.

Immediately after he set explosions off on you causing parts of your shirt to be burnt and making you look like a mess.

Bakugou stood there and laughed his ass off as he walked away from the sad scene.

His heart now felt full and empty and the same time, a feeling he definitely decided to ignore.

———————————————————————

4 years later

Middle school was coming to an end and it was almost time for high school to start.

‘So Izuchan, have you applied for U.A. yet?’ You signed excitedly for you hoped your best friend would get into the school he dreamed of going to for a while now.

‘Not yet but I’m definitely going to soon,’ He signed back as you both entered the classroom.

“Well, well, well if it isn’t the most useless dorks in class,” a familiar brash voice spoke, not that you could tell how low and loud it was, but you did have a feeling that how it would sound if you could hear it.

“Kacchan could you please leave us alone for just one day,” Izuku muttered under his breath.

“Huh?! Wanna say that a bit louder shitty Deku?!”

You placed a gentle hand on Izuku’s shoulder and shook you’re head as if to tell him, ‘it’s not worth it.’

The freckled boy nodded and smiled at you as you grabbed his hand and began to lead him forward.

As soon as you tried to move, Bakugou stuck his leg out and you ended up tripping over it causing the class to erupt in laughter.

For some reason you weren’t feeling too kind in that moment and abruptly stood up and pushed Bakugou back.

Oh how stupid that decision was.

Explosions began to pop out of his hands in anger as he got ready to give you the worst burns of your life, but his plans soon came to a stop as the teacher walked in and made everyone go to their seats.

Bakugou glared at you as you sat down and mouthed, ‘after class I’m going to fucking burn you so bad you’ll think before even touching me next time.’

You felt no fear at his words only sadness.

You truly wanted to be friends with Katsuki, maybe even more, you didn’t want to make him angry or upset.

Class was long that day, the only disturbance really being when Izuku stated he wanted to go to U.A. and Bakugou made fun of him, but that was just the calm before the storm.

After class, Izuku said he had to go to the restroom before you guys left together so you agreed to wait for him out in the hallway.

You looked to your right to see Bakugou and his gang laughing while a girl leaned on him and seemed to laugh at everything he said.

Who was that girl, was it Katsuki’s girlfriend?

You wouldn’t be surprised if he had one after all he was very attractive and had a great quirk, but it still hurt to even think of that possibility.

Soon Bakugou realized you were looking at him and oh dear we’re you in for it now; he hadn’t at all forgotten that morning’s exchange.

“YOU!” He yelled loudly as he began to make his way towards you.

He was too far away for you to read his lips as you began to back away from his threatening form.

He grabbed your shoulders and pushed you against the wall forcing a strangled scream from your throat.

“YOU FUCKING USELESS DEAF BITCH, YOU REALLY THINK YOU CAN PUSH ME AROUND CAUSE YOU FUCKING CANT; IM THE BEST AND I WILL BECOME THE NUMBER ONE HERO WHY DONT YOU DO THE WORLD A FAVOR AND TAKE A SWAN DIVE OFF THE ROOF AND PRAY YOU’LL BE BORN WITH A QUIRK AND PROPER EARS IN THE NEXT LIFE!”

Silence followed after that as you just looked down at the ground.

Katsuki Bakugou had just told you to commit suicide.

All the other insults you could take even if they did slowly eat away at your mental health, but this, this really did hurt.

Tears began to spill down your cheeks as you dropped to the floor.

Poor Izuku who was clueless walking to the scene immediately ran to your side and kneeled down next you.

“Kacchan what did you do!” He yelled out as he brought you close to him.

Bakugou remained silent as he watched you weep violently on the floor.

After all those years of insults and pushing you around, you had never once cried.

You would always smile that dumb smile that he liked hated, and then you would just go about your way.

His heart pulsed painfully in his chest as he continued to watch you cry.

His hands wanted to move to move to wipe away your incoming tears but he did no such thing.

He wanted to take back what he said knowing he went way too far but he did no such thing.

He turned around hearing Deku yelling but that wasn’t was caused him to turn around, no, what did was the sound of your voice.

“All I wanted was to be your friend.”

And that would be that last time Katsuki saw you.

It would be another six years before he laid his crimson eyes on you again.

[madamslayyy]

Log Cabin And A Brewing Fire VII (Trevante Rhodes x Reader)

Pairing: Nebraska Williams (Trevante Rhodes) x Reader

Warnings: This is a SLOW BURN fic. I know a lot of people are ready to see some action but the progression is supposed to be natural in this story.

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~*~

The next morning you woke up first, which was an unusual break in routine. Nebraska woke up before you pretty much every day because he had to be at work earlier than you and he cooked breakfast so by the time you opened your eyes most mornings, he was already up and dressed.

Today was not one of those days. Somehow, in the night the two of you had shifted and you were now laying directly above him, your head on his chest, his arms wrapped around your waist holding you in place. You glanced up to see him sound asleep. You watched him, admiring the look of calm on his face as he slept. And that’s when you felt it. His member was painfully hard and pressed directly against your thigh.

You could feel it creeping down your thigh hinting at an obviously impressive size and you felt your face immediately heat up. Maybe you should just pretend to go back to sleep and ignore it until it went down? No that’d be awkward. Maybe you should wake him up? Definitely not, that’d only make things even more weird between you two. You resolved that your only option was to climb out of his sleeping bag as quietly as you could so not to wake him up. You softly unzipped it so that you could make a clean exit and tried to slid out when you remembered that his arms were around your waist locking you in. You tried rising up but it was impossible without actually straddling Nebraska, causing you to sit directly on his... guest. Just as you were about to crawl off of him, Nebraska opened his eyes. He stared at you and you stared back awkwardly, still perched on top of him.

“Hey,” he said in that damn sexy ass sleepy voice of his.

“Hi,” you squeaked out.

“Comfortable?” He said looking to where you were sitting. You swore you felt his dick jump beneath you.

“Oh um actually I was just trying to get up without waking you.” You stumbled, getting off of him. You unzipped the tent and stood outside, enjoying the escape into fresh air. There was a clear blanket of snow covering the ground around you.

“Breakfast?” Nebraska hummed beside you. You nodded in his direction then began gathering more twigs to get the fire started. Luckily he’d chopped enough firewood last night so that you guys wouldn’t have to worry about it this morning.

You got the fire started while he went off to get some water to boil for tea. Even though there was snow on the ground, the temperature wasn’t that cold in itself. You still were gonna wait until closer to midday when the sun shown brighter so you could go and take a “shower” by the little waterfall at the end of the stream. It’d be a cold one so you were going to have to make it quick or risk hypothermia.

Nebraska came back and got started on breakfast just like he was at home and not in the woods. He cooked bacon and scrambled eggs he’d seasoned and scrambled before loading it in a large hydro flask. That way all he had to do was leave it in the snow last night and it actually kept it colder that refrigeration. You couldn’t deny it was smart and you wished you’d thought of something like that before on one of your solo trips.

“Bob Apetite, O’ Cher” he said passing you your scrambled eggs and bacon.

“What accent is that?” You asked taking the plate.

“Creole. I told you I grew up in Louisiana,” he smirked.

“You did say that, didn’t you? Do you ever miss it?” You asked digging into your breakfast. It was delicious, as always.

“Sometimes. I miss the people. The heat.” He had a sort of far off look in his eyes and you could tell he was deep in thought.

“What do you miss most from there?” You asked and he smiled. Whatever it was he was remembering really made him happy.

“This is gonna sound weird but uh, the weeping willows.” He looked at you and you could nearly see the joy in his eyes.

“Weeping Willows?”

“Yeah, you ever seen one?”

“Can’t say I have.”

“They’re these really big trees. The leaves grow down and float in the wind, hanging all around you. Back home I used to sit under them for hours, reading, thinking, sleeping. They really make you feel... something,” he sighed nostalgically.

“Sounds beautiful,” you offered, nibbling at a piece of bacon.

“Yeah, it is,” he smiled, his eyes back on you.

“So what’s life like down there, Country Boy?” You asked and Nebraska howled with laughter.

“It’s slow. Real slow. Time doesn’t move at all. Or at least it feels like it doesnt. Everybody can cook-

“I see you’re a product of that,” you winked at him and he looked down bashfully.

“Thank you, I do what I can. Can’t help but learn growing up, y’know.” He said and you nodded in agreement.

“So you’ve lived in New England your whole life?” He asked, drinking his tea.

“Oh, no I’m originally from (Y/H/T) but then I went to live with my Aunt and Uncle. Then I moved out when I graduated high school and moved to the city but I hated it. So I ended up... here,” you shrugged.

“Why’d you hate the city?”

“Too busy. Too many people. Too... lonely. Felt like everyone was going a hundred miles per hour and I just wasn’t keeping up. Fell into depression and from there things just got worse. I knew something had to change... so I left,” you were just now realizing you had never told Nebraska this before. You’d actually never told anyone this before except your Aunt and Uncle. It was silent now and you looked over to see Nebraska staring into the fire, seemingly lost in his own thoughts.

“I get it,” he spoke after a pause. And with that the two of you finished Breakfast and began the day. You helped Nebraska clean up from breakfast then he went off in the woods alone, saying he was going to cut more firewood.

You cleared the snow off of a spot by the fire and threw a couple of more logs to make it burn warmer. You then stretched out in front of it and began reading your book you’d brought with you. You were halfway through it and planned to finish it this weekend but you couldn’t really get yourself to concentrate on the words. You mind was full to the brim with thoughts of Nebraska.

You weren’t sure how long you were lying there, desperately trying to concentrate on your book when Nebraska came back. He had a huge pile of logs on his shoulder, set them down, then went back to retrieve more. He made several trips back and forth until eventually you were nearly surrounded by wood.

“Did you cut enough wood for the rest of the trip?” You asked, surveying his piles.

“Nah, I’m gonna build a bushcraft,” he said and set out to work constructing the shelter. You’d given up trying to read you book so you rose to help him.

“Want some help?” You interjected, picking up a log.

“Sure.” He smiled and the two of you got started.

It was different to say the least, making the makeshift little hut looking structure but it had a certain charm to it none the less. And it was twice the size of your tent so at least that was something.

“Where’d you learn how to make these?” You asked, hours later as you packed leaves and twigs in between the logs. Nebraska said it’d keep the wind from slipping through the cracks.

“Army taught us some pretty basic survival skill. Everything else was the internet.” He was currently laying a reflective tarp over the other side so that it would reflect the fire into the Buschcraft.

“Neatooo,”you murmured sitting down on a log. You checked your watch and realized it was already nearly four o’clock. You’d missed the warmest part of the day to go “shower” in the waterfall. You jumped up and ran to grab your outside shower kit out your pack.

“What’s the matter?” Nebraska asked, his eyes holding a bit of alarm to them.

“I’ve gotta go bathe before it gets cold,” you said dashing for the end of the river. It took you about 10 minutes to walk all the way to the edge but you had to get to where you where the water could pour over you easily. You quickly undressed and started showering, the feel of your loofah and scent of your bodywash was extra comforting when you were out in the woods. That familiar feeling of home that really put your mind at ease.

You finished washing and drying off, putting on a new set of clothes you’d packed. You headed back to the camp site. As soon as you came back, Nebraska left to do the same and you cozily stretched your limbs out in front of the fire.

You had to admit the little hut the two of you had built was the epitome of cozy. And warm, you felt yourself growing pretty hot actually and peeled off your jacket followed by your long sleeve shirt, leaving on only a tank top.

Nebraska came back from his bath soon after to find you lounging by the fire, all the snow around you melted.

“I’m guessing the fire reflecter works, huh?” Nebraska grinned, plopping down next to you.

“A little too well, it seems. I’m burning up. Here, feel,” you had rolled your tank top up to your bra, leaving your midsection exposed so it was unnaturally warm due to the heat from the fire. You grabbed his hand and placed it on your tummy.

“.... wow,” he murmured to himself, rubbing his hand up and down the soft skin of your stomach. You felt electricity roll throughout your body at the touch of his rough hands upon your belly, time seeming to stand still as he stroked your skin. Nebraska seemed to shake out of his trance and snatched his hand away, standing up.

“I’m gonna go get some water,” he said then stormed off. It was... odd to say the least. Did he feel what you felt? Maybe not, and you were just imagining things again but you couldn’t deny something had just transpired between the two of you. Something powerful yet nonverbal.

You waited for what felt like forever before he returned. He went straight to attending the fire in front of him, boiling water and unloading the ingredients for dinner.

“You really packed all that? Where were you putting all this stuff?” You asked watching him.

“Space conservation. Why do you think it was so much heavier?” He smirked, still attending to the fire.

“Incredible,” you murmured, watching him once again with the fire.

As Nebraska cooked dinner you found yourself in a particular Harmony that you could easily see yourself getting used to. In the months that Nebraska had been with you, you always felt completely safe, as opposed to the paranoid and vulnerable feeling you’d felt prior that came with being a single woman living alone virtually in the middle of the woods. You also felt somewhat spoiled. You were so accustomed to having to do absolutely everything for yourself that having someone around to cook, take out the trash, pick up groceries, clean, etc. etc. was a perk you didn’t know you’d love. You’d never had a man take care of you the way Nebraska did, not even former boyfriends. If you fell asleep on the couch, he’d carry you to bed. If you couldn’t reach something, he was right there to hand it to you. Sometimes it really did feel like you’d found the yin to your yang with him. He was easily the most considerate and thoughtful man you’d ever met.

There was a part of you that never wanted him to leave. That wanted to stay in this routine for as long as you could, maybe even forever. But that wasn’t fair to him, he had an entirely different career before this, maybe even an entirely different life. He probably wanted nothing more than to get his head straight so he could do things the right way. Find a girl, a beautiful girl at that, not just some blob like yourself but someone he could actually show off and be proud of. Then he’d marry her, have a couple of kids because he seemed like a family man, and then eventually he’d settle down from such an active military career and just focus on loving his wife and his kids. He would have an amazing life awaiting him once he left and you would still be here. Alone. The thought of that never mattered to you before but now the thought seemed almost unbearable.

“Y/N....” Nebraska called out softly, and you looked over at him. You’d meant to clear the dark thoughts from your mind but it was too late, you had looked at him with big, sad eyes almost threatening tears and it alarmed him immediately.

“Y/N talk to me, what’s wrong?” He said sitting down next to you. He rubbed circles on your bare back and you could smell the hint of cologne on him that you loved, he must have brought it with him. That made you let out a small laugh .

“I’m fine, Nebraska,” he lifted your chin to look in your eyes, probably to see if you were still crying but that was a mistake. You didn’t know if it was you or him ( maybe both) but the two of you had leaned into each other, lips pressing lightly together.

His lips were soft and oh so warm. You could feel the heat coming off of him in waves, warming you both inside and out. His hand that was under your chin found its way to your neck drawing you closer. His other hand was wrapping around your waist.

The kiss was simple, could have even been seen as innocent until Nebraska suddenly pulled you onto his lap. You gasped and he took that opportunity to explore your mouth. You moaned into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck. You felt his length growing hard beneath you. You decided to grind into him to help stimulate that growth but that’s when he pulled away.

“Shit,” he whispered breaking the kiss.

“Y/N I’m... I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for... I didn’t want you to feel like.. um... I wasn’t-“

“Don’t worry about it.” You said cutting him off. His eyebrows furrowed.

“Let’s just, uh, pretend this never happened,” you said, standing up from him and sitting down across the fire.

“Y/N I really am sorry. I didn’t mean for that to happen.” Nebraska said and you felt even worse.

Of course he didn’t mean for that to happen. He made a mistake. He was with Tonya, or at least you presumed by the way he was with her all the time. He even spent the night there, so you naturally assumed he was sleeping with her. And you were nothing like her. Whatever the status he had with her, he probably didn’t want to mess that up over someone like you. Or even if the two of them weren’t anything special, that still didn’t mean he’d go for someone like you. The two of you slept in the same bed almost every night and he hadn’t tried anything ever. Not once. If there was even a slight chance anything could happen between the two of you, it would have happened by now. But it hadn’t, because he didn’t see you that way. You were just something he slept next to so he could fall asleep and you were kidding yourself by overemphasizing your place in his life. That was your fault, not his. You should be the one apologizing.

“I know Nebraska, it’s fine. Let’s just eat dinner,” You said, putting an end to the conversation.

~*~

Nebraska couldn’t sleep. How could he when you were less than three feet from him but never felt more distant.

He knew he shouldn’t have kissed you but he couldn’t control himself and now you wanted nothing to do with him. He’d always had a feeling something like this would happen if he pursued you. That’d he’d only end up pushing you away. But you were right there, and you looked so sad and it just felt... right. Of course he’d fantasized about being the man to kiss your tears away but if this was the price to pay then it wasn’t worth it.

Judging from how far away you were sleeping from him, he knew you had to be thinking the worst of him right now.

She probably thinks you followed her out here to take advantage of her. Force yourself on her.

Nebraska tried to get that little voice out of his head. Tried to shake it off to no avail. How pathetic he must seem. Making a move on her alone in the woods when she’s probably too scared of him to say no. He really was a scumbag.

As much as it pained him, he was just going to have to stay away from you. No more cuddling up at night, no more close touches, no more instinctual affection. He had to cut himself off from you cold turkey. Obviously he’d gotten too comfortable and let his delusions take over that you’d be open to being somebody like him. How fucking pathetic could he get.

~*~

The next morning Nebraska woke up to see you already up and gone. He exited the tent to find you outside, packing up.

“Good Morning, Y/N,” he said still groggy.

“Morning,” you said chipper as ever. Apparently you’d been up for a while.

“What are you doing, I thought we had one more day out here,” Nebraska asked eyeing you.

“I know but I thought it’d be best if we go ahead and turn back now. It’s been a long trip and we both could probably use some proper rest.” You said as you continued to pack a little frantically.

Nebraska silently began to help you without a word of protest.

~*~

A/N: Hewwo!!! Long time no chapter but I realized quickly how much I hated writing a camping scenario but it was too late to turn back so I just went with it. Anyway let me know what y’all think!! 🤗

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[1d-sexualdesires]

Can I maybe get a blurb where you are feeling extra needy and harry just watching TV and you go up to him and start kissing on him and calling him whatever he loves to be called in bed and you kiss down his belly and start to give him a blow job but you put his fingers in your pussy but i know you get busy will work so 😁

I MAY HAVE GOTTEN CARRIED AWAY…

Having Harry home is nice, because even though he’s in his creative mindset he needs a break from it some of the time. He’s been so busy the last few weeks even though he isn’t touring, but finally he’s home and since mentally he is a bit exhausted he has spent the last few days lazily lounging around your place, reading, talking to his mom, playing video games, watching TV, he even forgets it’s your place sometimes and you always bug him about it - “If you’re going to pretend I don’t exists you might as well go back to yours…” - is what you tell him when he shrugs you off when he’s enjoying one of his activities. You don’t really mind though because between work and school, most of your time is taken up and really, even though he’s your boyfriend, he likes to be at yours because the paps and fans don’t know where you are or even that you exist, which really doesn’t bother you.

Either way, the day has been like any other day. Harry’s watching some Christmas movie on lifetime and you’re in the bedroom, finishing up an essay… or you should be, you’re actually scrolling through Tumblr, killing a bit of time because you’re in a rut with the last page of the essay and could really care less about it at the moment. But it just happens to be one of those days where everyone on Tumblr is horny. At first you chuckle, because really it’s a domino effect, one person re-blogs some obscene content and then everyone is re-blogging steamy photos, gifs, and videos…. It’s contagious. But as you scroll longer you’re getting a bit uneasy, there’s this gif set of girls getting finger fucked and squirting hard and as much as you try to scroll past it, you find yourself scrolling back up until you find it again; it piques your interest because you’ve never cum that way and in one particular gif the hand that’s fucking the girl looks a lot like Harry’s. His fingers are thick and long and the guy is wearing two rings… you bite down on your bottom lip, watching in awe, cheeks heating up and pussy pooling with your arousal at how his thumb rubs at her clit and she starts gushing for the man.

“Fuck me…” you mumble, squeezing your thighs together and locking your phone before setting it down beside you. You contemplate going out to bug Harry to give you what you’re craving, but chances are he’s really into what he’s watching… the need pulsing between your legs is great enough that you decide to take your chances and you stand from the bed, shutting your lap-top and quietly padding down to the living room.

You see him sitting comfortably on your couch, hugging a decorative pillow to his chest and you mosey on over, being as inconspicuous as possible as you settle yourself beside him and he turns to you and smiles softly, so you drape your legs over his own and his hands come down and stroke at your exposed skin softly.

“Dunno how you’re wearing shorts, s’freezing.” He says, not bothering to look to you and so you just shrug.

You have manners, so when the film goes to a commercial break you shift so that you’re straddling his lap and you want it to seem as innocent as possible, so you just hug him tight around his neck and place a kiss onto his cheek. You love how his arms squeeze tight around your body as he hugs you back. You take the chance to sponge kisses up his well-structured jaw and you feel his chest rumble with a chuckle.

“Are you in a mood?” He asked as you seem to be pressing closer to him with your hips and you don’t bother lying anymore and nod as you release him and sit back a bit, your eyes meeting his as innocently as possible.

“I was just killing a bit of time on the internet and saw these gifs of girls squirting from getting finger-fucked and thought maybe you’d like to try and make me cum like that?” You asked quietly and saw his pupils dilate a bit, his body tensing slightly beneath yours.

“Is that so?” He asked and you nodded once more, nuzzling into his neck and sucking at his sweet spot, he involuntarily rolled his head to one side to give you better access, you could feel him budging up beneath you and you grinned victoriously, “And what do I get out of fucking you with my fingers?” He asked and you pulled back once more.

“Bragging rights for making me squirt.” You said and he chuckled.

“Don’t see how that’s fair.” He argues and you groan.

“Please, H.” You pout and he shakes his head, “C’mon honey, babe, my gorgeous, handsome man, please, make me squirt for you.” He bit his lip at the mere idea of having her gushing for him, he’s never really tried to make Y/N cum like that… should be interesting. “I’ll make it fair, suck you off until you cum and I’ll swallow it all, hon.” You offered, already sliding down to your knees, rubbing over the bulge in his joggers.

“Better swallow it all.” He said and you nodded, tugging at the band and he helped pull them down to his knees and you impatiently shoved them down to his ankles, fitting yourself between his legs and squeezing his balls gently in your hands, rolling them slowly until he was budging up even more, then you stroked his cock, foreskin pressing down to expose the perfectly pink head of his cock and you smiled.

“You have such a big, pretty cock, babe. Would love to have you in my mouth all day.” You hummed and got closer. His tummy tightened as he felt your warm breath fanning onto his skin, a steady pulsing beginning as your tongue poked out to lick a fat stripe up his thick shaft making his eyes flutter.

“Don’t tease, sweetheart, please.” He was begging you and so you grinned, opening a bit wider and taking his tip into your mouth fully, letting your spit gather as you closed your lips around him tightly and sucked, cheeks hollowing out as you added pressure and he sighed contently, “That’s it, love.” He moaned, combing your hair back with his hands and guiding you lower down his shaft. You brought one hand to stroke what you couldn’t fit in your mouth and the other squeezing at his thigh, eyes fluttering closed as he reached the back of your mouth, making you gag around him and he groaned, “Oh fuck, sweetheart.”

You kept working him, loving the noises and words of encouragement he’d make, it was feeding your ego and turning you on further, you were a proper mess in your shorts and you knew he’d love it. Your lips tightened around him, tongue working on his tip, dipping into his slit, tasting his precum, making you moan and he threw his head back.

“Fuck Y/N! Keep going like tha’, baby girl!” He pleaded and you repeated your movements, bringing your hand down to his balls once more, squeezing with a bit more force, eliciting a broken moan of your name and a stream of curses before he was warning you, “Shit, m’gonna cum, Y/N.” He panted and you focused your sucking at his tip, drawing his cum to you and finally you tasted the first spurt of him as he pressed you down with his hands, making you gag around him until you relaxed and he filled your mouth with his mess, you swallowed down spurt after spurt, your tongue working around his shaft, making him wince from the sensitivity as he pulled you back up, his chest was heaving as you popped off, a smile on his face as you looked up to him. You looked down to his cock once more and saw that some of his cum had dripped down to his balls, there was also a smear of it on his inner thigh and you dipped down, tongue slipping out as you lethargically licked at his thigh and he moaned, “Proper needy for it, aren’t you?” You hummed, savoring his slightly salty and heady taste, trailing your hot tongue to his balls, “Fuck, baby.” He whimpered, as you sucked one into your mouth, cleaning it of his cum with your tongue, “Fuck, I’ll make you squirt, do whatever you want, baby.” He moaned as you popped off with a little wet sound and you eagerly stood and he slipped on his sweats before you dragged him to the bedroom.

“Clear off the bed while I get a towel.” He said and you bit your lip and got to work, moving all your things onto your desk and stripping off your shorts when he stepped in and placed it onto the bed before tugging you to lay down and you did so and he tugged off his shirt and threw it to the ground, “Gonna make a fucking mess.” He groaned as he hovered over you and kissed you hungrily, humming at the taste of himself on your tongue. You were so impatient, you could feel the sticky mess between your legs and you parted them wider, taking his hand from your hip and guiding it down to your slit, pressing it down until he could feel you pooling at your entrance and he pulled away from your kiss.

“M’fucking dripping for you, please, H.” You begged and he moaned, just feeling how soaked you were for him, he waited no time in rubbing at your clit, making your back arch , his lips attaching to your neck and biting down before sucking a bit. He altered his speeds on your clit until you were throbbing, you just needed a bit more to get off, your tummy tensing tightly as he rubbed on the little bud just right, relishing in your moans.

“Please put your fingers in!” You begged and he slid two in without a warning, the stretch taking you by surprise and making you gasp, “Oh fuck! M’so close, baby!”

His thick digits pressed deep into you, you spread your legs wider to allow him to go deeper and you moaned loudly, just about to cum and he pulled his fingers out, rubbing at your clit slowly and he whined in disappointment.

“Babe… why?” You pouted, moaning as he rubbed hard at your clit, making your legs tremble.

“Do you want to squirt or not?” He asked sternly and you nodded, “best way t’do it is to edge you, baby. When you finally do cum I promise it’ll be worth it.” He said quickly as he stuffed his fingers back into you, pounding them fast and hard, thumb coming up to your clit as you had seen in the videos and once more, he brought you to the edge and stopped, leaving your pussy throbbing and aching. “Fuck you’re proper throbbing, look at that…such a pretty and tight, little cunt.” he moaned, spreading your lips apart with his fingers and watching your pussy pulsing, clenching around nothing and he smirked, “What if on the last go I give you my cock?” he asked and you nodded rapidly, making him grin, “Ready fo’ me?” He asked and your hips raised up, searching for his fingers and he brought them in again, this time pressing them knuckle deep and hooking them up, making you writhe beneath him as he rubbed into your g-spot slowly, your body shaking with pleasure.

“Fuck, Har!” You whimpered, “So fucking good with those hands, babe. Shit, just like that, please don’t stop!” You cried feebly as he rubbed on your clit once more, your hips grinding down onto his fingers. He kept his pace for a minute or so making the air get caught in your throat and toes clench, you swore he was about to let you cum and then he stopped, “Please, again!” you begged and he looked down at you hungrily.

“I think you’re ready to cum, baby girl.” He said smugly and you nodded profusely as he rubbed on you slowly, your skin burning with his touch. He got on his knees and pressed his fingers back into you, his pace moderate, but he was rubbing you good on the inside,  your back arching and legs wanting to close around his hand, but he kept them apart with his other hand, and then he started rubbing at your clit and he moaned his name loudly as your high started building, eyes fluttering shut and back arching as the white, hot coil in your tummy was wound up more and more tightly, “Such a tight little cunt, can feel you squeezing me so good.” He said, “Cum, baby…” he said as he pumped his fingers faster, not letting your legs close and you cried out a broken moan as you started cumming and instead of easing up he pounded his fingers harder, working your clit tirelessly until you were gasping, “Oh fuck, here it comes, baby.” He moaned.

“Fuck, Harry!” You yelped and stars and colors just burst behind your closed eyelids as you continued cumming, legs trembling, fighting to close around his hand, fisting at the sheets until your knuckles were white and he kept going. He grinned as he watched your cum gushing out of you, soaking into the towel beneath you, splashing his forearm and your thighs until it stopped and you were trembling, moaning even though nothing was going on anymore, “Fuck, fuck, babe. Get in me, please.” You begged, eyes opening lazily, he looked blurry, but that was because your eyes were brimming tears from the pleasure you had just felt, “Need t’cum around your big cock, please, put it in me.” You pleaded and he pulled his joggers down to his thighs before stuffing himself into you, fucking you hard and fast, you bore your neck to him and he buried his face there, moaning at your tightness and wetness.

“Fuck, baby that was so fucking hot. You gonna squirt around my cock?”

“Mmmm, fuck yes! Give it to me harder, H. Fucking wreck your little pussy.” You mewled and he gave it all he could. You were scratching down his back, gasping, eyes rolling back as he pounded into you mercilessly, it felt like he was in your stomach, “M’gonna cum!” You sobbed and he fucked you hard and deep until you started squirting around his cock, he moaned, pulling out and stroking his cock, watching your cum gushing out in spurts as he stroked his cock until thick white ribbons where dripping down your throbbing pussy. You were both panting, eyes heavy, and limbs feeling like jello.

“Was that good, baby?” He asked, kissing your sweaty forehead and you nodded slowly, still catching your breath.

“Best sex we’ve ever had.” You wheezed and he kissed you deeply, pulling apart quickly as you were both still out of air, “I hope you never give me a hard time about any of my ideas ever again.”

“Oh baby girl, I won’t. Now, rest up. I can assure you, that tomorrow I won’t leave you alone until my cock is dripping with your cum.” He grinned smugly and you smiled.

“Can’t wait.”

[rosalynbair]

Storm Warning

Storm Warning: Prologue

Words: 1858 Summary: The reader is taken from her home to live on the Finalizer Warnings: It’s kinda sad, and a dog gets kicked (I’m sorry)

You ran down the grass, feet sliding along the glistening and dewy plants they came in contact with. Annie ran behind you, following protectively. The large beast keeping a close eye on the surroundings. You’re holding a small stick, a satin ribbon tied onto the end, flowing behind you as you ran with your arm above her head. “Annie! Keep up!” You called, letting out a squealing giggle. You were small for her age, your family consisted of over average height people. Your long hair had long since lost its tie that kept the mess tamed. You wore black Jersey pants that were rolled up at the ankle, your light grey top fitting two sizes too big on you, you had a small silver anklet wrapped around your right ankle, and a small silver ring with a Peridot centered on it. Your cheeks were rosy from running in the cool morning, your eyes bright, your hands were dirty with mud, your under nails caked with brown. As you ran, the bottom of your feet were wiped clean of the dirt from your previous running through the wet dirt of the garden. “Oh Annie! One day! One day I’m going to be in space!” You giggled to your bear-dog. The large brown animal reached your shoulder when she stood straight. You were inseparable. You were chosen for each other, kindred spirits bound by love and friendship. “I’m going to travel to the end of the galaxy! I’ll be the first to do it Annie! Everyone will know who I am!” You laughed, stumbling and rolling onto your back. Your shirt and pants were easily wet from the rain that clung to the grass from the night before. You stare up at the sky, eyes twinkling in the dim light. “One-day Annie, I’m going to be up there, above the clouds” Annie laid beside you, letting out a huff and resting her head on your stomach, her breathing moving the shirt and tickling your stomach, causing you to let out yet another giggle. “Y/N!” A high-pitched voice called. You looked over, seeing your older-by-six-years brother. For those who had never met the duo, most would have thought you were twins. Matching hair color and eyes, gentle bone structure and similar smiles. Jaha stood in the doorway of your home, his sweater clinging to him. Even at only thirteen, he was almost six foot. His black trousers hit his ankles, leaving his pale skin bare. “Y/N come in! There’s a bad storm warning!” Jaha yelled, leaving the front door open as he returned inside. You stood up, Annie following suit. She pats her head, before darting off to the small yellow home. She shuts the door behind her, Annie going to lay on the bed your mother had made for her. Jaha hands you a small, steaming mug. “It’s chocolate” He tells her, ruffling her hair. “Oh yum!” You squeal, going to the small living room and curling up on her dad’s chair, sipping the scalding liquid. Jaha sits on the couch, sprawled out. Their board game sitting on the table in the center of the room, abandoned after you had grown exhausted the night before. “When are mama and papa coming home?” You asked through a mouthful of chocolate. “Mama said she’d be back today, papa is in the mines for another two days.” Jaha replied “Mannie and Loe’s papa died last week so papa had to take his shifts” “Oh” you say quietly, looking down. Uncle Lu was your favorite uncle. “It’ll be okay though. Mama said she was bringing home new fabric” Jaha says with a smile. Your mother was the only seamstress on the east side of their planet. She was often busy, but she made good money and always made sure they had nice clothes. She often made you pretty dresses, but you had never been one to wear them, always scared you’d ruin them while she played. “I miss mama” You say, finishing her chocolate. “Me too” Jaha said, looking over to his younger sister “Do you want to play space explorers?” “Yes!” You cry, scrambling up and running to get the helmet you had made out of paper a few weeks prior. You stick the crudely made item on her head, grinning. “Can we go to Tatooine this time?” “Of course” Jaha laughed, grabbing his toy light saber. Jaha had always wanted to be a Jedi, but he wasn’t force sensitive. You giggle, holding your arms out and running around the living room. “Preparing for landing!” You called. “Oh no!” Jaha cried “That’s a first order ship!” You squealed “Prepare the guns!” Jaha held up his fake light saber, swinging it around as he yells loud noises, pretending to fight stormtroopers. Outside, thunder rolled throughout the sky. It always rained on Malah, and when it wasn’t raining, it was cloudy. They very rarely got sun, and sun only came out once a yeah. The day of the Sun Dance. It was a planet wide holiday that everyone celebrated by wearing beautiful yellow clothes and collected to their nearest cities, dancing in the square at a festival. “There’s too many” you yelled, halting and making gun shot noises “PEWPEWPEW!” “We have to retreat!” Jaha yelled, falling to his knee, swinging the lightsaber. “Get into the cockpit!” You call, Jaha grabbing a hold of your shoulders, following you as you ran out of the living room and into the hallway, both of you screeching to a halt when there was a loud bang on your door. You stared at the white door, eyes wide. No one came to visit when your parents weren’t home. You heard Annie let out a low growl, and you looked to Jaha, fear apparent on your face. “Get upstairs to the attic” He whispered, holding his toy lightsaber, following you up the stairs. Both of you trying to move as quickly and silently as possible. Annie stayed at the front door, letting out low growls and threatening barks. You both climbed up the secret passage way to the attic, the door hiding inside of a closet. The front suddenly banged open, loud footsteps leading throughout the house. You crawled behind a box in the attic, your entire body trembling as Jaha looked out the small window. “it’s a First Order ship” He whispered, eyes wide as he tried not to show how terrified he was. “What are we gonna do” You whimpered, crawling into his arms as he rocked you. You heard a loud yelp from downstairs, and you let out a choked sob, knowing that they were hurting your best friend. “Shh” Jaha whispered, watching as you squeezed your eyes shut tightly, hearing them on the second floor, things being thrown around and smashed. They were in your bedrooms. “We’re going to be okay” Jaha whispered. “Find the attic!” Someone yelled from downstairs, and you gripped Jaha’s shirt. “They can’t hurt us” Jaha whispered “We’re intergalactic travelers, we’ve gotten out of worse things before.” “But this isn’t a game Ja” you whimpered. “Yes it is, life is a game, and we haven’t lost yet” He tells you. You gasp out a sob when someone starts stomping up the hidden stares, both of you crouching lower behind the box, hoping that whoever it was wouldn’t find you. Jaha keeps his hand over your mouth so you didn’t accidentally make a noise. The echoes of strong boots vibrated through the small room. Your heart was clenching so tightly you were sure it was trying to kill you, your stomach erupted with anxiety as you trembled, the steps getting closer. “It’s clear!” The person yelled, you let out a breath of relief, Jaha pinching you to keep quiet. You jerked from the quick pain, knocking into the box slightly. No one would have noticed if it hadn’t been silent in the room. The box moved barely a centimeter, but it made a loud low screech in protest from rubbing against the wood floor. “Backup up here!” the same voice yelled, the footsteps became louder the closer they got. You looked up, a white helmet peering down at you. You let out a sob as they reached down, lifting you up while another grabbed Jaha. You were frozen in terror, gasping for air as you were dragged down to the main floor, letting out a scream when you saw Annie struggling for breath against a wall. “Annie!” You scream, trying to struggle to get to your friend. The man held you tightly, dragging you out the front door. You struggled to keep up with his long and precise strides, you kept stumbling against the pathway, holes forming at your knees where you kept hitting the path, blood gathering on the delicate skin. “Jaha!” You scream, noticing that he was being pulled to a different ship than you were. “Jaha!” You scream shrilly again, a sob breaking the word into Ja—ha. “You’re going to be okay! We’re going to be okay” He yells at you, but you could see the fear in his eyes, the tears streaming down his face. “Jaha! I’m scared” You sob, trying to struggle once more to try and run to him. You stumble again, body trembling in fear and pain when small rocks were shoved into your skin and muscle at your knees. “It’s a game Y/N!” He yells “It’s a game! We always win!” “It’s a game!” He cries again, almost as if he were trying to convince himself as well. “Jaha” You sob, watching him being pulled up the ramp of the other ship. You twist, seeing Annie limping out of the house. “Annie! Find mama!” You scream, shaking as you were dragged up a black metal ramp “Find mama!” You cry out as you were flung into a holding center on the ship, the coolness of the fans hitting you even harder from the rain that had started to pour. You were freezing. You huddled up, trying to ignore the cold and the stinging pain in your open knees. You gasped when you tried to move your wrist, looking down, the small bone was protruding at an awkward angle against your skin, and you reached up, feeling the break on your collarbone as well. You look over, letting out a small, hoarse scream when you see three other children, all bleeding out from severe gashes. “It’s a game” You whisper to yourself “This isn’t real. This isn’t real. Mama will call me for supper soon” But you knew it was a lie. Especially as the ship started, the engine creating a loud rumbling throughout, the floor vibrating from beneath you. It was then that you realized you were right above an engine. If it went, you died first. You rolled and hit your shoulder, causing a loud scream to rip from your lips at it jostled your broken collarbone. The ship left the ground, and you trembled, looking out the smallest of cracks to see outside, eyes wide as you watched the clouds fade away from around you, leaving you in darkness.

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