#Anyway; work laptop n all. So instead I rant on Tumblr

[aeolianblues]

Stumbled across an Independent article (must've been my unlucky day) about the new 'fashion' accessory of phone straps. To summarise briefly, no pockets in women's clothing + phones getting huger in size has either meant you need to carry a bag/purse everywhere, or hold your phone in your hands, which has recently led to people having their phones snatched by phone snatchers. To avoid this, people had begun wearing 'phone straps', a strap physically attached to your phone to keep it fixed to your body. A tragedy, which--as the author demanded--could be fixed and avoided by having pockets in clothes again.

Do Independent readers think of themselves as clever? If they ever did, I'd have to wave this article in their face as proof to the contrary because the commenters on there were some of the dullest bunch of angry idiots I've seen. They unanimously blamed it on women, as if the lack of pockets and the size of phones is something an individual has control over.

'That you have no power in this situation is what the industry WANTS you to think, you sheep! Sew your own!' Okay, because a $2500 sewing machine + threads + cloth is a good investment to sew a pocket into my $20 dress. Or even in the most lavish of cases, a $100 dress (I do not own a $100 dress). That's a wise and justified move that we can all afford to make. Got it! 😊

'Try leaving your phone at home love' Try shooting yourself in the dick, turd

'Victimising much? 🙄 Women CHOOSE to wear these dresses/straps/carry bags' Ah yes the illusion of choice in a saturated market 😊 The same men would be complaining about 'the el jee bee tee taking over our streets' if women wore exclusively cargo trousers.

What idiots.

[todorokibois]

Treat You Better - Shoto Todoroki X Reader

Song Fic - Based off of Treat You Better by Shawn Mendes (Which I normally would link but Tumblr’s being Shittyblr again and won’t show up in the tags if there’s a link 🙃)

Genre: Angst

Pairing: Shoto X Reader ft. Touya Todoroki (aka Dabi)

Words: 1,384

A/n: On this blog we love and support the Todoroki boys. Dabi is Touya, fite mii :) Anyways, my first post on this blog, just something I thought up today as I was listening to this song. Let me know what you think, I hope you all enjoy!

P.S. You can find more of my writing for K-Pop over on @mint-yooxgi​

There are three things Shoto knows now.

One, the moment he learned that you started dating his brother, a part of him had felt like it had died inside; A feeling of emptiness filled him. A feeling of longing that he couldn’t quite explain at first, no matter how hard he tried.

Two, he’s positive his brother doesn’t actually care about you. 

At first, maybe he did, given how happy the two of you looked together. However, as of late, he’s just not so sure. There have been too many times he’s come back home to hear your muffled sobs echoing through the walls, his brother nowhere to be found. He’s always the one who ends up going to comfort you for his brother’s mistakes.

And three, he is completely, and utterly, in love with you.

He doesn’t know how, or when, it happened exactly, but he remembers the night he realized it like it was yesterday. Oh wait, it was.

You had come back home shortly after nine in the evening, causing his head to dart up from the article he had been reading on his laptop. He found it strange that Touya wasn’t with you, considering the three of you live together in a shared apartment, but given the circumstances as of late, he wasn’t that surprised.

“I thought the two of you were going out for dinner?” He asks, brow furrowing in slight confusion.

You let out a sad sigh, “I had thought so, too.”

“What happened?” His voice is soft as he shuts the laptop, noticing how you kick off your shoes dejectedly.

“I-“ your breath hitches slightly, “I don’t know.”

Concern is written all over his features as he stands up and walks over to you, whom has not moved from your spot in the entranceway. You look at your feet, refusing to meet his gaze as he guides you to sit down on the couch. He can feel his heart physically pang in his chest as he watches the first of your tears slide down your cheek.

“We were supposed to go out for dinner tonight,” you manage to get out, and he nods, waiting for you to continue. “Since our anniversary is coming up al all.” Of course, how could he forget. “We agreed not to do anything too fancy, just a quiet dinner at our favourite restaurant. I waited two hours for him to show up. Two hours-“ you choke on a sob, “did he even care at all?”

Shoto doesn’t know how to answer you, because he’s not too sure himself. All he can do is grit his teeth in frustration at his brother for treating you like this, yet again. He decides wrapping you in his arms is a start, and pulls you into his chest for comfort, letting you sob, and get it all out of your system.

“That’s not even the worst part,” you admit, and you don’t register his hand gripping your shirt tighter. “Remember how my birthday was last week?”

“Of course,” he says, having a feeling he already knows where this is going, “how could I forget?”

You scoff, pulling away so you can wipe your eyes briefly, “well, apparently Dabi can.”

Shoto’s eyes widen slightly. You only ever use his brother’s nickname when you’re really upset. Although, he definitely doesn’t blame you. He always knew his brother was an asshole, but forgetting your birthday? 

That’s not even the best part. Besides not getting you a gift, and only giving you a half-assed apology, there have been other instances where Touya hasn’t been treating you like he should. Or at least, as well as Shoto knows you should be treated. How he would treat you, if only given the chance. He would give you the world, and everything in it, if you asked him to.

By now, this entire situation is getting ridiculous to him. The more he listens to you rant about the neglect his brother has been giving you recently, the more upset he gets for you. So much so, that by the time you’ve finished talking, his jaw hurts from clenching it so hard in anger.

“He doesn’t deserve you,” slips out before he can even process the words leaving his lips.

This causes you to laugh slightly, “yeah, tell him that.”

“Then why do you still stay with him?” He frowns. “You deserve better.”

“I know,” you sigh, your tears having stopped momentarily as you avoid his gaze, “but you have to understand, I love him, Shoto.”

He doesn’t think he’s ever a felt pain in his chest like this before as he hears you utter those words. A pain that starts from inside his heart and radiates outwards, spreading like a wildfire as it suffocates him from the inside out. 

He wants to scream. To yell at his brother for treating you this way. To tell you that he’s right here, and that he will always be right here for you. You’re everything to him, but he’s too late. You’re not his, you’re his brother’s. He stays silent, a torrent of emotions swirling in his eyes.

The both of you are interrupted by the sound of the front door opening and closing. You can hear your name being called faintly from the entranceway, so you quickly wipe away the rest of your tears and stand up. You notice the concerned glance Shoto sends your way, so you opt to send him a small reassuring smile in return. You’ll be okay, or at least that’s what you keep telling yourself.

“I’m here,” you call back, heading over to greet Touya as he walks in.

“I’m so sorry, babe, we got held up at work tonight,” he says, wrapping his arms around your waist and staring into your eyes. “I tried to call you, but you weren’t answering your phone.”

Sure enough, you had turned it off after leaving the restaurant, not wanting to be disturbed on your way home. You nod your head in understanding, and Shoto knows you’re too understanding for your own good.

“It’s alright,” you say, faking a smile that doesn’t quite reach your eyes. “You’re here now, aren’t you?”

“That I am,” Touya hums, placing a gentle kiss onto your forehead. “How about we go out for lunch tomorrow instead? I know it won’t make up for tonight, but I have the day off.”

“Okay,” you nod your agreement, before giving him a quick kiss on the cheek and heading off to your room for the night. After the evening you’ve had, you’re exhausted, wanting nothing more than to curl up and sleep.

The whole time, you fail to notice Shoto now visibly shaking with anger, now standing just in front of the couch, but his brother does. A smirk crosses Touya’s face as he sees his little brother fuming, brow quirking in amusement.

“What’s the matter, Shoto?” He hums, crossing his arms in front of his chest as he leans against the wall.

“Nothing,” Shoto hisses, hands balling into fists at his sides. How you can so easily forgive his brother for how he’s been treating you makes his blood boil. He doesn’t deserve you.

“Well, if that’s all,” Touya says, pushing off of the wall and heading in the same direction you went off in down the hall. “Goodnight, Shoto.”

Shoto watches his brother disappear down the hallway, jaw clenched in frustration. The fire burning in his eyes slowly dies out as he sits back down on the couch, head now resting in his hands as he lets out a sigh.

He loves you, and he wants you. He wants to know what it’s like to hold your hand, to see you smile just for him. He wants to know how it would feel to kiss you, to wake up beside you every morning with a smile on both of your faces. To be able to hold you when you cry, and celebrate your successes. To take you out to dinner and not have you wait two hours for him, and him having to apologize with some half-assed excuse later that evening.

He loves you, he knows that now, but it looks like his brother does, too.

[wafflefries13]

The Consequences of Late Night Calls

Happy birthday to the world’s best blasty boy! 

This is the first fic I’ve written for tumblr, so let me know what you think!

Warnings: None, I think. Some cursing, some guy talks smack for a bit. 

Genre: Fluff

~~~~~~~~~~

The call shocked you out of a deep but impromptu sleep. You jerked up from the noise, a page of lecture notes sticking to your check. It fluttered back to the desk covered in its own mess of loose leaf documents, used textbooks that cost more than a weekend trip to Disney World, and a laptop missing three of its letter keys. 

You dragged your tongue against your teeth, trying to get rid of the cotton feel coating the inside of your mouth. Rubbing stars into your tired eyes, you wondered when exactly you had fallen asleep. Was it somewhere near memorizing the latin terminology for court rhetoric or around reading the case file and trial records you were going to be tested over on Monday? Deciding wondering was basically pointless, considering you had pretty  much forgotten all of it anyway, you pawed blindly around for your phone. 

“Hello?” You answered, eyes still closed, although it probably came out and more of a mumbled groan than anything else.  

“(Y/NNNNNNNNN)!” 

You pulled the phone away from your ear, wincing at the sudden loud noise. Blinking bleerally, you looked down at your phone. You had taken the caller ID picture a year ago, at a sorority Halloween party you barely remembered aside from the copious amounts of alcohol consumed followed by an ill-advised scavenger hunt that ended with a call to the police and the dean’s car somehow ending up in the agriculture department’s greenhouse crowded with Jack-O-lanterns. It was a profile shot of Bakugo Katsuki, his mouth opened in a mid-yell scowl, as was his standard expression, and eyebrows furrowed in annoyance. One hand extended to try and block the camera, the other clutching a brown bottle. He was wearing a fantasy barbarian king costume, chest bare to show off the taut muscles he worked so hard for all of high school to get. When he’d shown up in it, or, rather, when Kirishima had dragged him along in his own dragonborn costume, you couldn’t believe he still had it. You remembered sitting in your basement in 9th grade, pricking your fingers with a sewing needle as you and the rest of your newly formed D&D group, Bakugo and Kirishima included, spent way too much time and effort into creating your costumes. 

Rubbing at the bridge of your nose in a vain attempt to chase away the headache you could already feel forming, you brought the phone back to your ear. You could hear the low thump of bass heavy music in the background. 

“Hi, Suki,” You said, trying not to sound condescending, but it came out like that anyway. 

“Hey!” He said sharply. The rest of his reply was slurred smooth. “I told you not to call me that.” 

You smirked. “It’s cute.” 

“It’s embarrassing! ‘M not cute.” 

“No, you’re calling me at-” You pulled the phone away again to check the time. “Katsuki, it’s like two in the morning, what the hell?” 

You heard someone shout something on the other side of the line that Katsuki mumbled a reply to. To you he said, “Was thinking about you.” 

You felt yourself blush despite yourself. “You were thinking about me?” 

There was a clunk and a bump. You could imagine him falling against a wall and sliding down to sit until the room stopped spinning. “Yeah. I don’t like it.” 

You ignored the jab in your heart. “Well, thanks.” 

“It keeps happening. I’ll just be, like, doing stuff, and then I just think, ‘What would (Y/N) think of that?’ ‘I wonder what (Y/N)’s doing right now.’ ‘(Y/N) would know what to do now. She’s so smart. And her hands look so soft. And her eyes are so pretty.’” He was quiet for a second. “It’s annoying. I can’t stop thinking about you. And it’s worse when you’re here.” There was a shuffling as you heard him try to stand up then give up again. “Why aren’t you here? I want you here.” 

You were wide awake now. You clenched and unclenched your hand, trying to process the information your obviously drunk friend had just confessed. Your stomach churned in a mix of anticipation, anxiety, and straight up butterflies. 

What the hell did all of that mean? Well, of course you knew what it meant, or you knew what it meant when spoken by a sober person of sound mind and body. But there was no way, you tried to rationalize, that The Bakugo Katsuki, the guy you’d known since freshman year of high school when he’d punched a guy who had flipped up your uniform skirt on the first day, the guy who had surprised just about everyone in home economics when he busted out a three tiered cake like it was no one’s business, the guy whos ego was big enough to have its own gravitational pull, was confessing his feelings to you in a drunk rant at two in the morning. 

“Katsuki,” You said in a soft voice. “I-” 

There was a retching sound from the other end of the line. Katsuki coughed, tried to say something, then threw up again. “Aw, fuck.” 

That headache was back with avengence now. You sighed, looking for your keys. “Katsuki, where are you?” 

“Uhh, on campus? At the Kappa Alpha Betta Whatever house. There’s a party. Why aren’t you here?” 

“You know I hate all the Greek life bs. Stay where you are, okay? I’m coming to get you. You’re completely wasted.” 

“‘M not. I can handle what I drink.” There was another pause before he wretched again. 

“Did you just throw up again?” 

“...No.” 

“Cool. I’ll be there in ten.” 

You didn’t wait for him to respond before hanging it. You didn’t think your heart could take it if he kept going on like he had been. Grabbing your keys and heading out of your crowded studio apartment, you hopped in your car to go save your drunk friend from making any other ill advised decisions that night. 

You realized that you were probably over thinking the whole phone call as you drove through deserted streets. You couldn’t help it, it was a bad habit you had formed as a kid that now  made you obsess over court documents and testimonies in class. But now, instead of helping, it was picking you apart. What did Katsuki’s tone imply when he was talking to you just now? Could you trust the tone of an inebriated person? What did he mean when he said he thought about you a lot? You’d known each other for years now, being involved in almost all the same activities. Wouldn’t it be natural to think about someone you spent so much time with? But you’d known Kirishima for just as long, not to mention the rest of the self-named “Baku-Squad.” You’d never gotten a late night drunk call from any of them. Heck, Katsuki had known Izuku way longer than he had known you, and you were pretty dang sure Katsuki had never called him going on and on about how he always thought about him. 

Stopping at a red light, you pressed your forehead into the soft faux-leather of your steering wheel, willing your thoughts to calm down and just come to a rational conclusion already. Expect, you know, a rational conclusion that wasn’t that the guy you had carried a torch for for almost as long as you had known him might actually have feelings for you back. 

You turned on to the street lined with sororities and fraternities across from the main campus. You had to slam on your breaks almost immediately to avoid running over a tipsy, giggling co-ed who was stumbling out into the road. She didn’t even look up at you. 

You didn’t know exactly which house Katsuki was stranded at, considering you could see at least three different parties all going on at first glance. His “Kappa Alpha Betta Whatever” wasn’t very helpful, either, considering all the Greek letters adorning the houses blended together in your mind at some point. And you really didn’t want to tramp through a bunch of different houses tonight. 

Thankfully, you were saved the trouble when you saw Kirishima’s 1969 Chevrolet Chevelle park half off the curb in front of one of the houses. You’d know that car anywhere. Kirishima had dragged your group to various scrap yards and auto-repair stores all summer after he got his license, the first of you all to do so, in an effort to fix up the worn down Chevelle that he’d bought for a hundred bucks and a turkey sandwich. 

You parked on the other side of the street then jogged across to the house that was practically vibrating with heavy music and Greek life energy. Stepping over a semi-conscious frat boy laying in the doorway, you scanned around the house for any sign of Katsuki’s pomeranian-puff-ball hair. 

You spotted Denki lounging on a couch, a lampshade on his head and a tangle of phone chargers clutched in his fist. His hand sparked every now and then as he used his quirk to recharge the collection of phones. 

You lifted up the edge of the lampshade. “Hey there, Pikachu.” 

“Heeeeeey~” He said, giving you a thumbs up. You could already tell he was too far gone, although you didn’t know if it was from drinking or the over use of his quirk. 

“(Y/N)!” You heard a voice call behind you. A body fell heavily against your back. Sero wrapped his arms around you in a backwards hug. “Where you been? We missed you!” 

“Studying. I’m boring, remember? I’m looking for Katsuki, you seen him around?” 

Sero snickered. “Bakugo, huh? He’s been looking for you for a long time, right, Denki?” 

“Heeeeeey~” 

You swallowed hard. “And what’s that supposed to mean?” 

Sero snickered again, flopping on the couch next to Denki. “Can’t tell. Part of the bro code. And he said he’d kill me.” 

“That does sound like Katsuki.” 

Sero covered his eyes with his arm, head leaning back. With a wide smile, he waved his hand in the vague direction to the back door. “I think he’s out by the pool or something.” 

You waved bye. “Thanks, I’ll go check it out. You guys take care of yourselves, okay?” 

“Look at ‘em go,” Sero said to Denki as you left. “You think they’ll have a spring wedding?” 

“Heeeeeey~” 

*~~~~* 

You managed to weave your way through the crowd of bodies clogging the house to finally spill out into the back yard. You had no idea how people were able to stay this energized this late into the night with this many other people around. You remembered once being stuck at another party, early on in your college days. When it became super clear you didn’t want to be there, overwhelmed by the noise, the crush of bodies, and the suffocation of social enterprise, Katsuki had dragged Kirishima over to you, planting him in front of you as your ‘extrovert shield.’  He’d stayed with you behind the boisterous redhead for the rest of the night. 

You wondered if Katsuki remembered doing that, if he remembered any of the small nice gestures he did for you over the years. And now, with his call, with what Sero said, with your over analyzing brain, you were dissecting every interaction you could remember. Was the time he opened a door for you a signal? Was the reason he would ask to study with you for chemistry, when he was way better in practically every subject than you, just so he could be close to you? Were the times he had given you his jacket when you were cold meant to be a more intimate moment? 

God, you were going to go crazy. 

Walking around the pool, you finally spotted the hot-headed blond. He was sitting slouched over on the end of one of the reclining pool chairs, forearms braced on his knees.  You almost called out to him, stopping cold when you saw the girl behind him. She had draped herself over his back, chin rested in the crook of his neck, one had massaging his shoulder, the other conspicuously sneaking under the hem of his shirt to rub circles on his abs. 

You clenched and unclenched your hands, worry gnawing at you as a headache at the back of your skull. Had something changed between the time he had called you and now? Had there been nothing there to change at all? Had you been misreading this situation the whole time? 

Katsuki looked up, his permanently affixed scowl even deeper. The second his jewel-red eyes met yours, you felt your heart skip a beat. He jumped to his feet so fast the girl behind him fell back against the chair. He tried marching over to you, which was made only slightly less intimidating by the drunk sway to his step. 

You didn’t remember him being so tall. You’d just seen him this afternoon. There was a flushed blush across his face, adding a surprising softness. Were his arms always that strong looking? Were his eyes that piercing? Was his jaw that strong? 

“You came,” He said, voice rough as whiskey soaking into gravel. 

You spread your hands. “Well, you said my name three times, so, here I am!” You laughed nervously, trying to ignore how his gaze pinned you down. 

He took another step towards you, hand reading up. “(Y/N), I-” 

His cheeks turned from pink to green. Lurching to the side, he vomited into the pool. You tried to help him back up, hunched over and trying to catch his breath. The crowd of people around you groaned in disgust before rolling in to sarcastic applause. Katsuki flipped them off. 

“Alright, Suki,” You said, rubbing his back. “Let’s get you back home.” 

He grumbled, leaning his full weight against you. You almost stumbled and fell with the sudden shift of balance. Katsuki slid his arm around your waist, hand firmly grasping your hip, as if he was the one trying to prevent you from a drunken stumble. His fingers felt like fire through your clothes. 

You decided to go around the house instead of trying to push your way through it. Soon you were making your way across the street. It took some maneuvering to unlock and open the passenger door. You practically dropped Katsuki in where his head fell back with a groan. You grabbed his seat belt and stretched across him to fasten it. It wasn’t until he started petting your hair that your realized your position of half-way laying across his lap. You jerked back, some of your hair getting caught in his fingers. He made a disappointed sound at the loss of it. 

You slid back into the driver's seat, trembling hands gripping the steering wheel tightly. You had to take a few steadying breaths before you were ready to start the car. Pulling out of the neighborhood, you glanced over at Katsuki. His eye brows were furrowed, eyes closed, mouth pulled in a small frown. 

God, he looked adorable. 

You hit the break harder than you meant to at the light. Adorable? Where the hell did that thought come from? He’d probably be furious if he knew you ever thought that. 

But…

You risked another look at him. When he let his face relax like this, you could see the slight chub that still clung to his cheeks. Another thing he would hate to know that you thought was how much you loved the softness that it leant him. It was cute. 

Almost without your realizing it, you lifted your hand. You were overcome with the sudden urge to poke his cheek. A car horn blared behind you when your finger was less than an inch from his face. You let out an undignified squeak, hands slamming back to the wheel. Katsuki grumbled and turned in the seat, head resting against the window. You could feel the blush burning up your face. 

A few minutes later, you pulled back to the apartment complex. You both lived in the same building, Katsuki directly below your own unit. And now you were overthinking his reason for not living on campus. 

When you opened the passenger door, Katsuki almost fell out. You jerked forward to catch him then dragged him out. He half woke up, as feeble on his legs as a newborn horse. 

You lugged him through the lobby. He was muttering under his breath, but most of the words you could make out were curses. Not unusual for him. You pressed the button for the elevator repeatedly. It just blinked back at you. You sighed in frustration. They had been doing maintenance on your building all week, but now might have been the absolute worst time to do the elevator. 

You shook Katsuki’s shoulder a little bit. His head jostled like a bobble-head. “Suki, I’m gonna need your help here for a minute.” 

His head lolled forward, forehead coming down to press to yours. In a quiet voice, he whispered, “I’d do anything for you.” 

You shoved him upright, face burning. “Then walk up the damn stairs yourself!” 

Despite that, you still ended up half-carrying him up four flights of stairs. You were uncomfortably sweaty when you reached the door to Katsuki’s apartment. The two of you had traded copies of your apartment keys when you had moved in. “In case something happens to your dumb ass and I need to come save you,” He had said. He would frequently stop by, usually when you were hours deep into an all-nighter. He’d bring his laptop and work on whatever 12 page essay way due on your bed while you poured over case reports. You’d sit in silence, just together, sharing the same space, content with nothing more than knowing the other was nearby. Or he’d bring you real food to make sure you weren’t just eating ramen all the time. In turn, you’d pull him out for game night with the squad, make sure he’d actually call his mother once in a while, and lend an ear to his semi-nightly rants on whoever he decided to hate that night. 

You fumbled with the keys, jamming the key in the lock then pushing it open with your shoulder that wasn’t currently occupied by a half-asleep, full-drunk boy who had at least 50 pounds and ten inches on you. 

There was always an expectation with the rooms of single college boys. Greasy pizza boxes, empty bottles of booze displayed like expensive decor, at least one poster of a half-naked girl somewhere, probably a basket of clothes that should have been washed weeks ago. And while you knew plenty of guys who fit that description, Katsuki defied expectation. His apartment was always immaculate. His shoes were lined neatly by the door, a calendar above his desk  color-coded with assignment due dates, bed made. Katsuki may give off the persona of a punk, but you knew he was a straight-laced nerd through and through.  

With the last of your strength, you lugged him across the room, dropping him on his bed. With a groan, you stretched your arms up until you heard a satisfying pop in your back. Hands on your hips, you watched as Katsuki moaned, burying his face in his pillow and pulling his feet up from the floor. You sat on the end of the bed, tugging his feet to you to unlace his shoes. You let them fall haphazardly to the floor, too tired to care about his level of neatness.  

You grabbed a bucket from his hall closet, putting it next to the head of his bed for when he inevitably woke up vomiting in the morning. Checking his bathroom, you put a couple of painkillers and a glass of water on the nightstand with a post-it note saying “Drink Me.” 

Brushing your hands off, you looked around and checked your work. Satisfied that he wouldn’t kill himself between now and when you would inevitably check on him in the morning, you decided it was finally time to head back upstairs and get some well deserved sleep. 

But… 

You turned back at the door. Katsuki was splayed like a starfish, gently snoring with his mouth wide open. You also noticed his blushing red fluffy cheeks. 

You tapped the door knob a few times before sighing in surrender to temptation and turnin back. You knelt down next to the bed. For a moment, you just watched him sleep. He looked so peaceful now. You reached out. Your index finger sunk into his cheek like it was a marshmallow. You couldn’t believe you had never done this before. God, he really was adorable. 

Your thoughts were abruptly cut off as Katsuki’s hand shot up and grabbed your wrist with an iron grip. With a shriek, you tried to scramble backwards. Katsuki lazily opened his eyes, not at all bothered by your struggles. With seemingly no effort on his part, he tugged you forward. Off balance, you fell into his chest. Katsuki wrapped his arms around you in a bear hug, slinging a leg over yours, trapping you on the bed. 

“Katsuki!” You hissed. You squirmed in his hold, not getting any extra room. He just hummed, nuzzling into the crook of your neck. You were pretty sure your face was hot enough to start a fire. “Katsuki, let me go!” 

“No,” He mumbled. His voice rumbled against your skin sending shivers through your whole body. 

“Katsuki!” 

“You can’t leave. If you leave, you won’t come back.” 

You stopped struggling. “What are you talking about?” 

He squeezed you tighter. “I’m loud. I get angry real easy. I fight a lot. And you…” He trailed off, his breath catching and rattling in his chest. “You’re so much better than me. You’re nice and smart and talented and pretty and caring and… and…” You could feel the hot tears landing on your skin. He was starting to shake. His grip had loosened enough for you to get out, but instead you brought your arms up and pulled him in closer. “If I let you go, you’ll see how much better you are than me. And you’ll leave. You’ll leave me because you’re better and you deserve so much better. But I’m a selfish bastard and I just want you for myself because I love you so damn much.” 

Your heart dropped into your stomach. You wiggled your hand up, threading your hand into his hair and tilting his head to look up at you. 

“I love you too,” You said softly. “And I’m not going anywhere.” 

Katsuki crushed you to his chest, letting out another loud sob. You could feel hot tears pressing against your eyes. You had no idea Katsuki felt this way about anything; about you, about himself, about your relationship. 

But one thing you knew for sure: You loved Bakugo Katsuki. 

~~~

The first thing Katsuki noticed when he woke up was the head ache. His head felt like he had a railroad spike jammed through his temples. God, what did he do last night? There was the party at Kappa Alpha Betta Whatever house. It’d been fine for a while, hanging out with the guys, playing beer pong, winning some extra cash from freshman in poker (where did he put that money anyway?). And then…

And then someone had said your name. He’d heard it across the room, an amazing feat in and of itself, but his ears were trained for any news of you. He’d jerked up right when he heard it, missing his shot at the beer pong table. He gladly took his drink and went prowling through the house. Who had said your name? Were you here? Were you coming?  

It might have been selfish, he knew how much you hated loud crowds, but damn it, he wanted you here. He remembered the last Greek life party you had been at. He’d lost you at some point between getting into an argument with that damn Deku and pulling Denki down from a keg stand. He’d finally found you huddled into some back corner, looking like a rabbit about to dart from a hungry fox (he wouldn’t mind being that fox, honestly, he could eat you right up.) You’d lost the color in your face, hands shaking as you clutched your red Solo cup almost hard enough for your nails to pierce the plastic. 

He snatched Kirishima by his collar as he carved a path through the room. He planted the extroverted red-head in front of you, creating an extrovert shield between himself and the love of his life you. He’d spent the rest of the night talking to you. Nothing special, he couldn’t even really remember what about. But he did remember the relaxed slope of your shoulders, the spark in your eyes, the smile that played on your lips at whatever lame joke he had just made. 

Back in the present (or last night, whatever), he was still stalking through the halls looking for whoever had mentioned you. He heard it again, the tail end of your name, coming from the living room. 

“-(/N) never had it so good.” There he was, lounging along the bottom stairs with a smug look on his face as he regaled the small crowd he had attracted. Katsuki recognized him as one of those legacy kids, the one who showed up to the first day of orientation in a sleek black Bugatti and took up three parking spaces, talked in almost every one of his classes when he even bothered to show up, and was, without a doubt at every party on or off campus. 

And now he was telling a story about you. What were you ever doing with an asshole like him? 

“You would never guess it from how she dresses, you know,” The guy continued, lazily waving his half-empty beer bottle. “But she is stacked.” 

Katsuki tensed up, his heart jumping into his throat. He pushed aside the crowd until he stood right in front of the bragger on the stairs. “What did you just say?” He asked through clenched teeth. “You're talking about (Y/N) (L/N), right?” 

He lazily swept his gaze up, grinning wide when he saw Katsuki. “Yeah, (Y/N)? You know, she comes across as a frigid bitch, but let me tell you, she’s an incredible lay.” Katsuki’s vision went red. The crowd started to subtly shuffle away, feeling the cold change in atmosphere. “Not much besides that, honestly. Thank god her tits and ass are amazing, cause her face sure wasn’t doing it for me. Super boring, too, heard she’s failing her classes. Oh, well. Hey, I could use a side-piece when I’m running my own firm, you know?” 

The asshole never saw it coming. In the span of a heart beat, Katsuki had grabbed his designer jacket and hoisted him off the stairs, pinning him to the wall so his feet kicked to try and reach the ground. 

“You listen to me, asshole,” Katsuki hissed. “You never talk about (Y/N) again. You never look at her, you never talk to your shit-stain friends about her, you sure as fuck never tell another lie about her, or so help me, you’ll get to find out what color your liver is.” 

Katsuki was half-way sure the jerk had pissed his pants. He dropped him in a heap, landing in the puddle of spilled beer on the floor. He brushed his hand off on his jeans, eager to get whatever germs the gossip had off him.  

He was almost out of ear shot when he heard the rich kid spit and say, “Fine. She’s probably crawling with it if you’re dicking her down.” 

The kid’s head made a dent in the wall as he richoched back from the impact of Katsuki’s punch. He would easily have a black eye and a broken nose, the chipped tooth would just be a  bonus. 

Katsuki’s head was fuzzy with rage, stalked through the house, bee-lining it to the nearest source of inebriation. How dare he? How fucking dare that absolute ass-wipe ever even think of saying such horrible things about you? He wasn’t even worth knowing your name, much less saying it. Not to mention the fact he must be blind to think you were anything less than stunning. Ever since he had known you, you had been nothing but kind and smart and caring and funny and…

“Baku-bro, you doing okay?” 

Katsuki didn’t realize how tight he was holding his fists until he relaxed. His nails had made half-moon indents in his palms, his knuckles brushed red from the punch. 

Kirishima had his mouth pulled down in that stupid puppy dog pout. “I’m fine,” Katsuki brushed him off. He grabbed a beer out of an iced cooler, twisting off the cap in a single motion and chugging half the bottle. 

“Well, that’s good, cause I don’t think Tim Flood is making it out of here without a few stitches.” 

“Good.” Katsuki finished the beer and chucked it into a recycle bin. He grabbed another and stalked out of the room. Everything felt too hot, too tight. His head was pounding. If you were here, you’d get a bag of ice and press it against his forehead. You’d probably call him an idiot for getting into another fight, that he needed to learn how to manage his temper better. He’d call you a dumbass but let you lead him away somewhere dark and quiet, away from all the other more insufferable dumbasses. You’d find some pain killers, get him some water, because that’s just the kind of caring person you were. Maybe you’d bring him upstairs, lead him to an unoccupied bedroom. The two of you would sit together on the bed, maybe just a little too close. You’d hand him the water, his hand would brush against yours. You’d look down, shy, blushing cutely. He’d lean forward, thread his hand through your incredibly soft hair, angle your face up to him. Your plush lips would part slightly and he’d lean forward and - 

“Are you sure you’re good?” Kirishima asked, abruptly cutting off Katsuki’s impromptu fantasy. “Cause you don’t look so good.” Katsuki bit his tongue. “Is it because of what that guy said about (Y/N)?” Katsuki whipped around, glaring daggers. Kirishima smiled and put his hands up in mock surrender. “Hey, bro, it’s okay! No one believed him, anyway.” 

Katsuki scoffed, taking a swig of the beer. “(Y/N)’s too good for him anyway.” 

“I bet you think (Y/N)’s too good for everyone here, right?” 

“The hell is that supposed to mean?” 

“It means you need to hurry up and tell (Y/N) you like her!” Sero shouted, jumping in out of nowhere. 

Katsuki dropped his bottle, Kirishima catching it just in time, and grabbed Sero by the front of his shirt and lifted him up. Sero just grinned his stupid, wide grin. 

“Come on, Katsuki,” Denki said, slinging an arm around Katsuki’s shoulders. “We all know you’ve had a thing for (Y/N) since high school. Why don’t you just put us all out of our misery and tell her already?!” 

Katsuki felt his face heat up. “I don’t- I haven’t - Fuck you!”  Katsuki couldn’t remember why he was friends with these three idiots as they all burst out into laughter.

 He snatched his bottle back and pushed through the crowd. He needed some air. He heard Sero yell after him, “You have to tell her eventually!” 

And… That was mostly it. Katsuki’s memories of last night sort of started to trail off after that. He knew that he drank, he drank a lot. At some point he ended up by the pool. And maybe he’d called someone? Oh, hell, he hoped he hadn’t called someone. 

His eyes snapped open at the soft groan. There you were, just inches away from his face, fast asleep and tucked in his arms. You were pressed close, breasts pushing against his chest, legs tangled with his, one hand clutching his shirt. Your lips were parted ever so slightly, breathing heavy and even. 

And you were so fucking close. 

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. His arms tightened around you and he tensed. How the hell did this happen? Did you actually come to the party last night? When, and why? What had called you down there-? 

Oh. Oh, the call! He had called you last night? Some time in his drunken haze he must have figured out to bypass the timed lock he had put on it specifically to avoid calling people with a too-honest tongue. But had you…?  Nervously, he looked down. He sighed in relief. You were both still dressed. At least that was one mistake he knew he hadn’t made. 

Alright, that was one problem. Now, on to the next one: How was he going to get out of here without waking you up? Craning his head around, he checked out the room. Wait, this was his room. He was in his apartment! A picture of last night started to form in his mind. He’d called you, blabbering God knows what, and then you’d been a good person (why were you such a good person?) and had come to get him, to make sure he was okay. And then what? He’d somehow seduced you into his bed? No, it was more likely you had stayed to make sure he didn’t choke on his own vomit, maybe sat on the bed because it was the middle of the night and you were exhausted, and then… This. 

Okay, okay, no, this was fine, he could fix this. He could slip out, let you keep sleeping. He’d make some breakfast in the kitchen and then you’d wake up, wander in rubbing the sleep from your eyes in that cute way you did when you pulled an all-nighter studying. He’d chastise you for lugging his drunk ass up here, for being out so late at night. You’d wave him off, compliment his cooking, tell him to take better care of himself, and then smile up at him with that blindingly beautiful smile and sparkling eyes. 

“Morning.” Katsuki yelped at your greeting. He stared, wide-eyed, down at you, as you look back up at him lazily with those sparkling eyes. “It’s kinda hard to breathe here.” He realized then just how tight he was holding you. He jerked backward, his shout of surprise cut off as he fell off the bed. He rubbed his sore hip, looking up when he heard your giggle. You were leaning over the bed, smiling shyly when he caught you staring. 

He gulped hard, feeling his face burning up. “Hi.” 

You tucked a loose threat of hair behind your ear. “Hi.” 

He should say something. He needed to say something. God, why wasn’t he saying something? 

“I-“ Katsuki stopped with an incomplete thought in his mouth. He suddenly felt uncomfortably hot, his stomach clenching and throat going dry. Your face dropped as you lunged forward, dragging a bucket in front of him (where did that even come from?). He surged forward, clenching the sides of the bucket in a white knuckled grip, and threw up. 

You slid off the bed and knelt next to him. You rubbed small circles in his back, whispering small comforts as he coughed up bile and alcohol and who knows what else. You reached over behind him and grabbed a glass of water from his nightstand. 

“Here,” You said. “Rinse and spit. Don’t swallow or gargle, it’ll just mess with your gag reflex.” Rubbing the spike of pain growing in his forehead, he did what you said. When he caught his breath, he accepted the pain killers you had and dry swallowed them. You really had prepared for everything, huh? 

Katsuki shoved the bucket away with his foot, leaning back against the bed. “Fuck…” 

You hummed in response and scooted to sit next to him. “So,” You said. 

“So,” He said back. 

“I don’t suppose you remember much from last night?” 

He clenched his jaw, mouth going dryer than it already was, if that was possible. He tried to laugh, but it sounded forced and strained, even to him. “Hey, we’re both still wearing pants, right?” You didn’t laugh back. 

“So that’s a no then?” The seriousness with which you said that made him pause. 

“I, uh, think I called you?” 

“MmHmm. You didn’t sound too great, so I came to pull you out.” 

“Huh. Thanks for that.” 

“Yup.” You paused for a second. “Do you remember… anything else you said?” 

Fuck. 

“Uhh, I owe you breakfast?” 

You looked away. “Is there anything you maybe told Sero that you wouldn’t want him to tell me?” 

Double fuck. 

“If this is about Halloween last year, Mina was the one who brought the Ouija board.” He smirked at you, waiting for you to laugh with him. Instead you didn’t even look up, staring a hole in the carpet with the intensity of your gaze. 

You let out a sigh through your nose, pushing off your knees to stand. “I’m gonna head out,” You said, rubbing the back of your head and still not looking at him. 

Katsuki jumped up, immediately regretting as his head began swimming. “(Y/N), wait-“ He cut himself off with another surge of nausea and lurched towards the bucket. 

“Katsuki,” You said, sounding frustrated. “Look, I…” You sighed, running a hand through your hair and turning back to him. “We’ve known each other for a long time now, right? And for all the time I’ve known you, you’ve been stubborn and pig-headed and aggressive and just, you know, you. But still, in all that time, despite everything, I still…” You pressed your lips, looking for the right words. “I’m happy when I’m around you, Katsuki. I feel at ease, I feel protected, I feel like I can be better at anything. And I’ve thought about this a lot, so much that it makes my head spin and my heart hurt, but through all the trouble I still think it’s worth it. Because at the end of the day it means I still get to be with you and sometimes I just feel like that’s enough, but now I…” Your lip was trembling, tears gathering at the corners of your eyes. Katsuki wanted nothing more than to take a big step forward and wrap you in the biggest, tightest hug of your life. Finally, you sighed in defeat. “But if you can’t say it, if the One and Only Katsuki Bakugo can’t say it, then how the hell can I?” 

Your voice broke on the last word. Katsuki was so stunned and suddenly pinned with guilt that he couldn’t move when you spun on your heels and rushed out of his apartment. 

Oh, fuck. 

~~~

“Idiot,” You murmured to yourself as you fled up the apartment stairs, furiously wiping at your eyes to get rid of the oncoming tears. “Idiot, idiot, idiot.” By the time you reached your apartment and slammed the door behind you, you weren’t sure if you were talking about Katsuki or yourself. 

You felt sick. Anxiety gnawed at your mind like a starving coyote. Had you really just confessed your feelings to Katsuki? Had you really just confessed your feelings to Katsuki like that? Would he ever speak to you again? Would things just become too awkward that you’d be edged out of your friend group? They had known Katsuki much longer than they had known you, after all. God, what if he was calling Kirishima right now and telling him about the disaster of a morning, after you had taken advantage of his blitz out state and slept in the same bed with him? 

Well, no. Kirishima was probably still knocked  out from his own night of heavy imbibing. Not to mention that even he, the most kind-hearted and patient person you knew, would have to draw a line at listening to Katsuki rant while dealing with a massive hangover. 

And no, Katsuki wouldn’t do that to you. Despite his rough deminor, his abrasive personality, and his profane tongue, Katsuki was actually a sweetheart deep down. Maybe really deep down, but still. He wouldn’t be so intentionally cruel, even if you told him that you shared all of his baby pictures of him playing in his All Might onesie online. 

So then why were you still huddled on a heap on the floor, back pressed against the front door, crying? Why was this pit of loneliness blooming in your chest?  

You yelped at the sudden banging on the door. Who could be here so early in the morning? You had paid rent this month, right? You sniffed, rubbing your eyes and smoothing out your clothes. You hoped your cheeks weren’t the blotchy red they got whenever you were upset. You took a deep breath to steady your voice for whoever was outside. 

Opening the door, you looked up at a wide-eyed Katsuki, panting hard with determination set on his face. You groaned internally. 

“Katsuki,” You began,” About what I said, I’m sorr-” 

Without waiting for you to finish, Katsuki surged forward. You tried to take a step backward, almost falling, but he caught you, a strong grip on your shoulders. Without waiting for you to get your bearings, Katsuki leaned in, smashing his lips against yours. 

It wasn’t a graceful kiss, all clashing teeth and urgency rather than romance. His eyes were screwed closed. He stayed pressed against you, not moving, grip so tight on your upper arms you thought there might be a mark later. 

Just as suddenly as he had come forward, he jerked back, but kept his hold on you. You both breathed heavily, eyes locked. Your mind whirled, a hundred voices shouting at the same time. For once, you decided to ignore them and let your body do what it wanted. 

You reached up, wrapping your arms around Katsuki’s neck and pulled him back in. This kiss was controlled, soft and sweet. His hands dropped from your shoulders to wrap around your waist. He pressed in harder, adding desperation in the kiss, as if he thought you would vanish any second. When you both pulled away this time, he leaned his forehead against yours, noses bumping into each other, sharing the same breath. 

His voice was rough. “Sorry,” He said. “I had to brush my teeth first.”

[pokefan531]

[MMD Story] Iris Berserks in April Fools (Collab)

So before I share the story here, I did an April Fools joke in Pikapika-2000's Discord Server that my Dicsord account, even Youtube, Deviantart, Twitter, and Tumblr, got hacked by Iris. I uploaded the video last week of Iris taking over my channel (and my friends too), and has the courage to tell off others in Discord.

The Discord Story was with a couple of people:

-MovieMaker X

-Pikapika-2000

-Lillie is Cute UWU (Both Professor Alex and I'm Back - Lillie The Scientist)

-Certified Avery (Vincent Edgeworth)

-CayCee

-Sasuke lol

Iris (Pokefan531) — 04/01/2021 (Iris: I now owned this account!!! For more explanation, watch my new video I just put up, dorks!) [8:11 AM] (Iris: I hacked over Pokefan's account!! Now I gotta talk with you guys!! I even took over Pikapika-2000, MovieMaker X, and CN100eg's YouTube accounts!!)

Professor Alex — 04/01/2021 Ummmmm, what are you talking about?

Vincent Edgeworth — 04/01/2021 Who are all of these people?

Iris (Pokefan531) — 04/01/2021 (Iris: I now have access to this discord! Pokefan is no more! Now I own this account!! Pokefan's so lame! He has bad taste in girls!! Konata Izumi, the red hair girl who painted me, and worst of all, he allowed Ash Ketchum to stay in his place!!)

Sasuke lol — 04/01/2021 Oh no evil Iris is back for revenge

Professor Alex — 04/01/2021 Evil Iris?

Iris (Pokefan531) — 04/01/2021 (Iris: I came because I am looking for many of you! You need to watch my show, Best Wishes, not the one N edited!! Trust me, I'm gonna hack my way to Pokemon Journeys before the champ does!!)

Sasuke lol — 04/01/2021 :0

Professor Alex — 04/01/2021 Ummmmm, i'm not too sure about that. [8:16 AM] Then again, i don't know what you are talking about so.

Vincent Edgeworth — 04/01/2021 Me neither

Iris (Pokefan531) — 04/01/2021 (Iris: Well, I just took over four channels! Now you guys will watch my content!! I need more views and likes so I can beat the Pokemon Studio's ratings and beat Ash Ketchum and that better me!! Dare I say "The better me" again! I mean, the champ!!)

Vincent Edgeworth — 04/01/2021 Watch out, it looks like we have a hacker here

Professor Alex — 04/01/2021 Umm, i don't know wh--at---t----o-----sa--------y---------------

Vincent Edgeworth — 04/01/2021 I am going to call my friend to take care of the matter [8:19 AM] OH NO

Professor Alex — 04/01/2021 --------------"Ugh, come on laptop, function, AHHH--"-----------

Iris (Pokefan531) — 04/01/2021 (Iris: Oh yes!! Now I got you guys here into my trap!! It's April first and I must quickly get to Pokemon Journeys!! I bet you guys will see me there instead of the champ!!)

Professor Alex — 04/01/2021 What the heck was that!?

Iris (Pokefan531) — 04/01/2021 (Evil Iris: And now I'm looking for Steven and Wallace to give A STERN TALK!! They never let me talk to MovieMaker X, but too bad for them! I hacked their channel!! No more Steven and Wallace, or Maxie, or Avery!)

Professor Alex — 04/01/2021 Avery? you mean that psychic boy?

Iris (Pokefan531) — 04/01/2021 (Evil Iris: I would rant the entire thing on Vent Channel, but I don't care enough about your own problems, so I'll do it here!! And yes, that blond boy!! He's kicked out of Pika's channel to which I now own!! He's still in this server though!!)

Professor Alex — 04/01/2021 Ummm, i don't see him. [8:24 AM] you must be seeing things Iris.

Iris (Pokefan531) — 04/01/2021 (Evil Iris: Well he must be afraid of me then. I know Steven and Wallace come here regularly, so... Also you guys should hate Ash Ketchup and fries and all of Kanto, including the champ!!)

Professor Alex — 04/01/2021 Ummmm, why all of Kanto tho?

Iris (Pokefan531) — 04/01/2021 (Iris: Because of Ash Ketchum!! He ruined my life, and Misty and Brock act the same as him, so all Kanto people are like him!! I wanna destroy that region that day!!)

Professor Alex — 04/01/2021 I don't understand, so you want to destroy kanto, but doing that also meaning destroying Johto because they are next to eachother.

Iris (Pokefan531) — 04/01/2021 (Iris: Just Kanto! I don't give a farts about Johto! Also, I don't believe in Kanto Pandering!! They just want to put many Kanto stuff just to insult me and made me believe Ash Ketchum wants to rule over me, and that's his fault for doing it!!)

Professor Alex — 04/01/2021 ...that's weird, because i don't remember that.

Iris (Pokefan531) — 04/01/2021 (Iris: Well he certainly did!! He even decided to make that Let's Go Pikachu and Eevee game, and shoving ALL UP ON ME!!!! ENOUGH WITH KANTO ASH KETCHUM!!! STOP REMINDING ME HOW SUCCESSFUL YOUR SHOW WAS!!! Anyway, I plan to capture him one day without anyone else knowing)

Professor Alex — 04/01/2021 You are making no sense Iris!

Iris (Pokefan531) — 04/01/2021 (Iris! Yes I am!! He also helped the Pokemon Studio to ban me and I HATE IT!!! The people I beat up, they all deserve it!! I don't see what's wrong with that!! ASH KETCHUP IS THE ONE WHO HELPED LOOKER FIND THAT CHAMP!!! WORST THING OUR OF EVERYTHING!!! I GOTTA BREAK SOMETHING!!!!!)

Vincent Edgeworth — 04/01/2021 Oh dear... someone has to break this argument up!

Professor Alex — 04/01/2021 I'm not surprised they hate you, you are so very mad Iris!

Iris (Pokefan531) — 04/01/2021 (Breaks the window) [8:38 AM] (Iris: Finally! I'm back!) [8:40 AM] (Evil Iris: Anyway, I hope you guys start watching my new videos and even my show that is not edited by N! And no, all the hate I got is because of Ash Ketchum and Konata Izumi!) [8:40 AM] (Evil Iris: And don't watch the videos where Konata filmed me to make me look bad! She's so good at it!)

Professor Alex — 04/01/2021 I can't.

Iris (Pokefan531) — 04/01/2021 (Iris: You better be! I'm just waiting to meet Steven and Wallace and even Avery here!! Oh, and I heard Maxie is here, but he's not on that often here, but he has a twitter account, and I have Pokefan's account there, so I'll trash talk him there)

Professor Alex — 04/01/2021 I'm from another world.

Iris (Pokefan531) — 04/01/2021 (Iris: I've been to different worlds, I went to Skinny Zach Films, David Militello, CN100eg, and MovieMaker X! I couldn't hack Skinny Zach's youtube channel or David Militello, but I successfully did to the latter two!! No more Maxie video, and no more Steven and Wallace videos, and best of all, more videos from me on four channels!)

Vincent Edgeworth — 04/01/2021 And it seems like my tech expert friend cannot do anything about it...

Iris (Pokefan531) — 04/01/2021 (Iris: That's right! By the way, I remember someone's photo where the girls had fun and I wasn't allowed there!! Darn it, Champ!!)

MovieMaker X — 04/01/2021 yaaaaaaawn And I'm up, must have missed a lot lol

Vincent Edgeworth — 04/01/2021 Be careful MovieMaker X

Iris (Pokefan531) — 04/01/2021 (Iris: Yes you did!! Watch my video because I hacked Pokefan's channel and discord server!)

Vincent Edgeworth — 04/01/2021 This Iris person has ill will against you

Professor Alex — 04/01/2021 ------STOP-------HER-----------STOP-----HER------------------------------------------------------- [8:51 AM] .......

Iris (Pokefan531) — 04/01/2021 (Iris: So where's Steven and Wallace? I gotta give them a talk, after that whole thing with Cilan!!) [8:53 AM] (Iris: Oh, look who's here, Sordward and Shielbert!! You both know where Avery went? Also I took over Pikapika's Youtube channel! I have proof!)

Pikapika-2000 — 04/01/2021 No way you didn't >:( Evil Iris, stop taling over other people's channels >:(

Iris (Pokefan531) — 04/01/2021 (Iris: I have proof! I just made a video about it!)

Professor Alex — 04/01/2021 Proof!? [8:55 AM] What Proof!?

MovieMaker X — 04/01/2021 How is mine still intact, then XDDDDD

Iris (Pokefan531) — 04/01/2021 (Iris: My new video I just put on your-works channel) [8:56 AM] (Iris: You got it back?!?!?!? Who restored it?! Better me?! Gosh, why do I even bother saying the better me?!)

MovieMaker X — 04/01/2021 Perhaps my Hoenn buddies themselves already found out someone hacked the channel and reverted it as fast as they could XDDDDD

Professor Alex — 04/01/2021 Why is Steven wearing glasses?

Iris (Pokefan531) — 04/01/2021 (Iris: Those dorks!!! I gotta give them a talk right now!!)

Professor Alex Why is Steven wearing glasses?

MovieMaker X — 04/01/2021 Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that's part of my headcanon design of him, lol

Professor Alex — 04/01/2021 Why Iris!?

Iris (Pokefan531) — 04/01/2021 (Iris: Both of them got Cilan to join them, a guy who now betrayed me, and now I have Bianca left all thanks to those two!)

Professor Alex — 04/01/2021 ------Bianca never------wanted to---------work with-----------you! [9:00 AM] -----She------Only-----Pretended!------

Iris (Pokefan531) — 04/01/2021 (Iris: Yes she does! She helped me find where those channel's live! Yes, Bianca can be a fool, who did nothing but celebrated with Team Skull and even hanged with Galar idiot like Piers!)

Pikapika-2000 — 04/01/2021 Maybe Avery and Leon reverted mine as well LOL

MovieMaker X — 04/01/2021 XDDD

Iris (Pokefan531) — 04/01/2021 (Iris: What?!?! Darn it!!)

Vincent Edgeworth — 04/01/2021 All of these people are much more competent than this friend of mine [9:02 AM] He never talks, only communicating in coughs despite being healthy as far as I know

Professor Alex — 04/01/2021 ---------------------Iris------------Stop Lying!---

Iris (Pokefan531) — 04/01/2021 (Iris: You mean Red, that Kanto idiot!! He's just like Ash Ketchum! Well at least I have Pokefan's and CN100eg's channels left!)

Vincent Edgeworth — 04/01/2021 Red? [9:03 AM] Are you speaking to me, Iris?

REPLY:[@Iris (Pokefan531) (Iris: You mean Red, that Kanto idiot!! He's just like Ash Ketchum! Well at least I have Pokefan's and CN100eg's channels left!)]

MovieMaker X — 04/01/2021 Nope XDDDDDDDD

Professor Alex — 04/01/2021 --------------I'll------Return----Soon----Iris!!!-------

Iris (Pokefan531) — 04/01/2021 (Iris: I can't believe it?!?!?!? I had proof, and showed it in my video!! Darn it Maxie, the brown hair guy, and that robot freak!!)

Professor Alex — 04/01/2021 ----Hey Iris----Can you hear me!?---

Vincent Edgeworth — 04/01/2021 Iris.

REPLY:[@Iris (Pokefan531) (Iris: I can't believe it?!?!?!? I had proof, and showed it in my video!! Darn it Maxie, the brown hair guy, and that robot freak!!)]

MovieMaker X — 04/01/2021 (I dunno, maybe Steven and Wallace knew this was going to happen and the moment it happened, they told everybody to revert their channels lol? How would I know, now they're busy sleeping XDDDD)

Vincent Edgeworth — 04/01/2021 You did not answer my question. And that is not very polite of you... [9:07 AM] As if you were even polite to begin with.

Iris (Pokefan531) — 04/01/2021 (Iris: I hear you, guys! Also, yes, I assumed you mean Red. He does not speak at all, and he's the third worst person I ever met, behind Ash Ketchup and the champ!

REPLY:[@MovieMaker X (I dunno, maybe Steven and Wallace knew this was going to happen and the moment it happened, they told everybody to revert their channels lol? How would I know, now they're busy sleeping XDDDD)]

Pikapika-2000 — 04/01/2021 Pretty sure they're tired after so much work they had to revert it no? xD Could be that :P

MovieMaker X — 04/01/2021 That could explain it lol

Professor Alex — 04/01/2021 --------*Connection Stabilized, connection returned to...Earth*

Vincent Edgeworth — 04/01/2021 I do not know who this Red you speak of is [9:09 AM] Let alone consider the possiblity that he is my friend

Iris (Pokefan531) — 04/01/2021 (Iris:.......WHY?!?! Steven and Wallace ruins everything!!! First they took Cilan away from me, and now they took my progress away?!?!)

Professor Alex — 04/01/2021 Ugh, I finally got it back, tho now I need to fix the profile.

Iris (Pokefan531) — 04/01/2021 (Iris: Because everyone knows that dork doesn't speak. He's just ............ That's it. It's so lame!)

I'm Back - Lillie the Scientist — 04/01/2021 Well well well, look who's back Iris!

REPLY:[Iris (Pokefan531) (Iris:.......WHY?!?! Steven and Wallace ruins everything!!! First they took Cilan away from me, and now they took my progress away?!?!)]

MovieMaker X — 04/01/2021 Listen, if you're gonna try to storm into their bedroom to try and wake them up so you can beat them up, maybe... maybe don't? .w.

Vincent Edgeworth — 04/01/2021 At least Winston coughs. I guess that counts as saying something...

Iris (Pokefan531) — 04/01/2021 (Iris: Good idea, X! I'll do that after venting here about my stuff!) [9:11 AM] (Iris: Oh...)

MovieMaker X — 04/01/2021 I SAID MAYBE DON'T, you're really gonna regret it if you wake them up from their nap .w.

I'm Back - Lillie the Scientist — 04/01/2021 Even after all this time, you still don't realize who i am do ya Iris!

CayCee — 04/01/2021 IRIS MOVIEMAKER WILL DESTROY YOU IF YOU LAY A FINGER ON STEVEN AND WALLACE SO FOR YOUR OWN SAKE DON'T TOUCH THEM XD

REPLY:[@MovieMaker X Listen, if you're gonna try to storm into their bedroom to try and wake them up so you can beat them up, maybe... maybe don't? .w.]

Pikapika-2000 — 04/01/2021 And even then, it's not like they wouldn't notice. Iris stinks xD

Iris (Pokefan531) — 04/01/2021 (Iris: And let's speak about this whole Iris stinks thing!! Guess what! I like the way I smell, and don't tell me to take a shower!! I'm tired of having everyone to tell me to take a shower!! Don't change my hygiene habits because I don't want to have one!! I'm tired of getting hygiene products every Christmas!!)

REPLY:[@Iris (Pokefan531) (Iris: And let's speak about this whole Iris stinks thing!! Guess what! I like the way I smell, and don't tell me to take a shower!! I'm tired of having everyone to tell me to take a shower!! Don't change my hygiene habits because I don't want to have one!! I'm tired of getting hygiene products every Christmas!!)]

I'm Back - Lillie the Scientist — 04/01/2021 You still ignore me huh, Typical Iris!

Iris (Pokefan531) — 04/01/2021 (Iris: I saw it! Lillie the Scientist! Who are you?! Lillie?)

I'm Back - Lillie the Scientist — 04/01/2021 I'm the one who plays as her yes.

Iris (Pokefan531) — 04/01/2021 (Iris: Lillie likes Ash Ketchup so she's no good!)

I'm Back - Lillie the Scientist — 04/01/2021 Lillie:Oh yeah, Well we all hate you Iris! [9:17 AM] Lillie:And don't you dare try to get near me!

MovieMaker X — 04/01/2021 Iris, who's that behind you? (OH NO... Perhaps Steven and Wallace were sleeping OUTSIDE instead... XDDDDD)

Iris (Pokefan531) — 04/01/2021 (Iris: You guys are supposed to be my fans!! I will get....... HUH?!?!?! Steven! Wallace! Now it's time to give a stern talk to you both!!) [9:18 AM] (Steven and Wallace overheard Iris's yelling)

MovieMaker X — 04/01/2021 And they are NOT happy lol

I'm Back - Lillie the Scientist — 04/01/2021 Marlie:Not to fast Iris!

Iris (Pokefan531) — 04/01/2021 (Iris: Marlie?!?! Who are you?! Anyway, I got something to say about you dorks!!) [9:19 AM] (Steven and Wallace cracked their knuckles at her)

I'm Back - Lillie the Scientist — 04/01/2021 Marlie:And i'll join them in this battle, you won't escape this time Iris!

Iris (Pokefan531) — 04/01/2021 (Iris: No way!! You guys aren't strong enough!!) [9:20 AM] (Iris uses her spin attack!)

I'm Back - Lillie the Scientist — 04/01/2021 Marlie:*Takes out her katana and Attacks Iris*

MovieMaker X — 04/01/2021 (Steven begs to differ and slaps her hard with a straight face lmao)

I'm Back - Lillie the Scientist — 04/01/2021 Marlie:Nice double Attack we did Steven!

Iris (Pokefan531) — 04/01/2021 (Wallace: I got this discord account! I believe it belongs to Pokefan!) [9:22 AM] (Iris: Uhhh........Oww.........Wait!! That's mine!!!!!)

I'm Back - Lillie the Scientist — 04/01/2021 Marlie:*Points Katana at Iris* You won't be getting it that easily!

Iris (Pokefan531) — 04/01/2021 (Iris: I successfully hacked his accounts!!! You must give it back to me!!!!) [9:23 AM] (Wallace kicks Iris while she's in the ground)

I'm Back - Lillie the Scientist — 04/01/2021 Marlie:*continues to point at Iris* Give it back or i'll stab you in the chest!

MovieMaker X — 04/01/2021 (Iris somehow managed to tackle Steven but he strikes back with a Thunder Shock XDDDD)

Iris (Pokefan531) — 04/01/2021 (Iris: AHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!!!!! He's so...........strong................ Oooooooooooofffffffff)

I'm Back - Lillie the Scientist — 04/01/2021 (Sammy, Marlie is trying to help you know)

MovieMaker X — 04/01/2021 (Yeah I know lol)

Iris (Pokefan531) — 04/01/2021 (Steven: You ruined our peaceful sleep Iris! You're so loud!!)

I'm Back - Lillie the Scientist — 04/01/2021 Marlie:Give the account back, Now!!!

Iris (Pokefan531) — 04/01/2021 (Group from Pokefan's Wacky House came back!) [9:26 AM] (Iris: Oww....... WHAT ARE YOU GUYS DOING HERE?!?!)

I'm Back - Lillie the Scientist — 04/01/2021 Marlie:Ah, there you guys are, hold her back long enough! [9:26 AM] Marlie:With help from Steven and Wallace of course.

Iris (Pokefan531) — 04/01/2021 (Wallace: Iris has your account, Pokefan, and your youtube channel!) [9:27 AM] (Konata: Looks like someone's naughty!  )

I'm Back - Lillie the Scientist — 04/01/2021 Marlie:And if she doesn't give it back, I'll stab her, and I'm not joking around this time!

Iris (Pokefan531) — 04/01/2021 (Wallace hands Pokefan Iris's phone and remove the accounts from her phones) [9:28 AM] (Iris: NOOO!!!!!! I just got his accoun......) scratch from Marlie

I'm Back - Lillie the Scientist — 04/01/2021 Marlie:Do you like that iris!? [9:29 AM] Marlie:Because i can do it again!

MovieMaker X — 04/01/2021 (Iris: Growl NO MATTER, YOU'RE UP NEXT, WALLACE!!!) (And Iris tackles him too, but then he uses Hydro Pump to wash her lmao) (Iris: EWWWWWWWWW)

Iris (Pokefan531) — 04/01/2021 (Iris: Let me go!!) (Konata: I believe you no longer have any control of Pokefan's account, Iris) (Iris: Don't scratch me Marlie!!)

I'm Back - Lillie the Scientist — 04/01/2021 Marlie:Oh yeah? *Scratches Iris again* You can't tell me what to do Iris!

Iris (Pokefan531) — 04/01/2021 (Iris: ..........Ow....) [9:32 AM] (Bea: And here's a one kick for hacking our friend here, and waking Hoenn Mineral duos up!) [9:32 AM] (Kicks Iris to the sky and she lost contact here)

I'm Back - Lillie the Scientist — 04/01/2021 Marlie:She just doesn't know when to give up huh.

Iris (Pokefan531) — 04/01/2021 (Bea: Definitely!)

MovieMaker X — 04/01/2021 (Lmao Steven and Wallace still aren't happy, so they walk back to where they were resting in a hammock and go back to sleep lol)

I'm Back - Lillie the Scientist — 04/01/2021 Marlie:have a good rest you two, hopefully iris doesn't wake you two up again/

Iris (Pokefan531) — 04/01/2021 (Konata: Same, and thanks got being here, Lillie and Marlie!)

I'm Back - Lillie the Scientist — 04/01/2021 Lillie:No problem. Marlie:If it weren't for Lillie getting the stabilizer working, we wouldn't be here to help you guys.

Iris (Pokefan531) — 04/01/2021 (Bea: Totally ladies!)

I'm Back - Lillie the Scientist — 04/01/2021 Lillie:Say, do you know where that strange signal was coming from anyways?

Iris (Pokefan531) — 04/01/2021 (Konata: No. Not sure how Iris hacked to our channels)

I'm Back - Lillie the Scientist — 04/01/2021 Lillie:Strange, as we were getting strange signals too, tho they seem to be coming from another universe.

Iris (Pokefan531) — 04/01/2021 (Bea: Yeah)

I'm Back - Lillie the Scientist — 04/01/2021 Lillie:But atleast i was able to get the Stabilizer to work.

Iris (Pokefan531) — 04/01/2021 Konata: Nice!!

[Twitter's Conversation with MovieMaker X, Pikapika-2000, and CN100eg] [On Twitter's chat:] [Link to the video: www.youtube.com/watch?v=HkleJp… ] (Iris: Watch it!! Youtube is an idiot for not choosing the right thumbnail!!)Iris (Pokefan531) Apr 1, 2021, 8:08 AM

Gemini Man: Oh no.... Iris took our channels!! Maxie: We're being hacked again?!? CN100eg Thu 9:34 AM (Iris: That's right you two!!) Iris (Pokefan531) Thu 9:35 AM Greece: First it's Ash... Then Sordward and Shielbert... And now Clone Iris?! CN100eg Thu 9:36 AM (Iris: Yep! I got kicked out from Discord because Steven and Wallace and Lillie and Blonde Marnie (Marlie) got me! Now Pokefan got his discord back, as they again ruin my life) Iris (Pokefan531) Thu 9:37 AM They had every right to kick you out because 1. Marlie knows how bad you are already, and 2. You woke up Steven and Wallace, and interrupting their nap is never a good idea lmao MovieMaker X Thu 9:39 AM

(Iris: The beginning of this convo) Iris (Pokefan531) Thu 9:44 AM

(Sammie proving CN100eg's channel is normal XDDD)

Maxie: That's right, I reported to Steven Stone about this! CN100eg Thu 9:48 AM Iris: Seriously, those freaks are always stopping me from doing something good for me! Iris (Pokefan531) Thu 9:50 AM

(Iris: The start of Steven and Wallace appearing in front of me!)

(Iris: Steven and Wallace just showed up behind me!) Iris (Pokefan531) Thu 9:52 AM Greece: Also, this is what you get for what you did to us back at August! CN100eg Thu 9:52 AM

(Iris: Me trying to fight all those fools, but they just beat me before I could)

(Iris: The last time I was seen before Pokefan got his account back!) Iris: All I did was to get them to see my videos and tell them to not support Ash Ketchum Iris (Pokefan531) Thu 9:57 AM Maxie: Too bad. CN100eg Thu 10:00 AM (Iris: At least I still have this twitter account. No one else knows about it yet) Iris (Pokefan531) Thu 10:02 AM

Credits/Ported By:

Iris - Darkliger01 (Modified by me)

Marlie - Arisumatio (Modified by MegaNep)

Lillie - MikuMikuKnight & New3DsSuchti

Steven and Wallace - MovieMaker X

Pokemon SM Stage - Jakkaeront

[floralkittygambler]

Return of The Thing

Sort of. By thing, I mean me. But I love this movie and the meme. Ok, context for this post: - Where I’ve been - Why I left - Whats hip happening -  Where I’ve Been:

Long story short, I’ve had real life matters to deal with. Firstly, my entire household contracted COVID. Well, *almost*. We’ve been through constant testing, quarantine zones, and had the ambulance up numerous times. My parents and 2nd oldest sister were hit the hardest. My 3rd oldest sister was positive and asymptomatic. Now something none of us could predict that I would be completely COVID free despite my compromises. Despite that I was in close contact with them all, including the 2nd oldest who contracted it first and accidentally being coughed on a few times lol. I went through the exact same testing and yet nothing. No symptoms. No presence of COVID. And I took no precaution to isolate from my family as I presumed in our small house we’d all get it, so I was more preoccupied with caring for the sick. Ultimately, I’ve either gotten off scott free this time or there’s a chance I may actually either be highly resistant or even immune. Even then, I WILL be having the vaccine as and when my family are eligible. And we all still follow regulations set.  I’ve also had other real life obligations, much of it either mundane fixing up my living circumstances to more personal matters. Overall, I have been extremely preoccupied.

A mini update, the stray cat Big has been in our porch a lot more in recent times due to the snow as well as being even more affectionate. And Queefster passed away after a good life and a full tummy. Why I Left:

Aside from COVID, business, and my own health declining, I’ll be blunt. I left because of how disgustingly toxic most fandoms are nowadays, but Hazbin is one of the WORST for it. That includes harassment, death threats, mocking MI and triggering an ED. In fact, I’ve even seen others get rape and death threats. So yes, even if YOU are a decent fan, collectively most of you arent doing any favours. Even some critical blogs seem to be overtly catty in ways no one else seems to pick up on under this ‘look how blunt I am’ look and it’s just... You dont have to be a prick to have your say, to be honest and to disagree with the trending. That’s a few on and off of tumblr, and no one I follow anyways. 

In regards to my ‘sensitivities’ - two things: 1) Of course trauma is going to hurt, 2) Im fully aware of kids doing and receiving much of this, which hurts MORE. I have my own lil squids and Im worried of them eventually having to deal with this shit. And no, no one SHOULD have to put up with such rude and poor behaviour. Agree to disagree doesnt live in some people’s realities, but by God harassment and bullying seems ok if YOURE doing it or enticing it. That ISNT ok. Even if it seems like nothing to you it could kill another. I certainly will not take your shit. 

On huskerdust I STAND by my words. It’s fucking creepy and there is sexual harassment and obsession. And there are large triggers. I will not go into detail here because Ive done that dance before and I’ll be refining it again. YOU may like it, however it triggers my very real traumas as well as those in my bloodline. Be respectful and keep that shit away from me. And for goodness sake, parents PLEASE dont raise your children to behave as such online. And no, being anon isnt actually fully anonymous. Also to send hate and threats anon is not only traceable but also cowardice. Grow a pair and find a hobby. I avoid my traumas for the most part. I will not allow you to weaponise or diminish my own or others experiences for your fictional based gratification. Likewise, if it becomes canon, I’ll just make an AU where it is not. Simple. You can hate it but Im not your personal circus so go be toxic elsewhere. IF you like HD and follow me, honestly... Youre probably better to unfollow as I am deeply and passionately against it and stolitz, and valvox, and am very vocal on that. Dont mistake my traumas and discomfort as a personal attack - and dont personally attack me over it either. And before anyone claims homophobia, no. This is nothing to do with sexuality. You arent the victim. If you love these pairings with your soul to the point of a ‘stan’, then youre best off unfollowing because I really am too old for extremists and rabid fans more crazed than the infected in REC. Also I never used to hate angel but now... Fans behaviour is abhorrent and hes so over saturated that I honestly really dislike him now. Doesnt mean you have to hate him too, but just bloody respect that angel isnt loved by all, he can be triggering to some as well as toxically enabling [incl. past addicts], a vile homophobic gay stereotype and just overall a lack of knowledge and respect of sex workers as a whole. When you know a lot of the ins and outs and victims, it’s hard to overlook. I respect your triggering ships by avoiding that mess. Respect others.  The problem with Viv - and I will elaborate in the future - is that your audience is often a reflection of your work and it’s message/presentation. And most of the fandom Ive met are awful. Honestly, though lonesome I find more comfort keeping distant from fandoms because yall often extremely toxic and petty. Perhaps others have had better experiences than I however Im drawing a line in the sand. For MY sake. I’m annoyed with virtually anyone I sense great potential in that becomes wasted. Im angry at Viv because she can do so much better but is blocking HERSELF. This is from a creative and business mindset. When someone has potential that gets wasted - especially creatively - it burns me. Im just passionate on artistic fields. It doesnt mean I hate them. I hate the waste of full potential.

I’ll state things here people disagree with but encouraging harassment, hate or just being an overall cunt just aint on- It’s like people charade as being this fair being but its all bullshit. Self improve and sod off, I do NOT have time to parent you online. 

And obviously there are RL duties I must fulfil. Some in which I will need the publics assistance for if you can spare it. Overall, Im just... Fandoms behaviour generally disgusts me. Disappoints me. We SHOULD be better than this. It’s like listening to bloomin incels rant on fuckin chad or some bullshit pill theory instead of looking to improve themselves too. Honestly... I do mostly acknowledge my own flaws and faults and try to improve each day. It just feels fewer folk see that in themselves and do the same. And that’s coming from an old cunt whos far from fuckin perfect. Also, my fuckin laptop broke so I waited a week for a bloke nearby to fix it. What a fuckin lifesaver, he’s the real mvp!

Also Also, one of you did privately apologise and I appreciate that. I certainly hope we agree to disagree and continue to grow as people on our separate ways. Trust me, I dont forget small acts like this. Even the trauma that caused and the aftermath, please dont think I dont appreciate the apology. However you’re also entitled to know that the forgiveness and healing side may take longer for me due to various factors that occurred - much that few are aware of, including yourself especially. I wish you well and safety.

Hip Happenin Now:

Still busy but slowly visiting. I’ll reply and reblog soon, be patient please. Ive still many things to sort which take priority as well as other things. Im trying to get money n shit for a future and whatnot. Health issues are strong in the blood rn and Im spending extended time with both Big and the other pets to keep up harmony, especially now that Big is accepting slowly that our porch is a welcome shelter for him and he’s free to leave and stay whenever. Trust me, overloaded isnt even the word. Im prepping shit early this year and from now on. Also, my God Ive been dealing with more physical issues as well and had to play doctor. May even need medical interference but holy shit I could never see this coming. Still... It’s... An experience- If you could call it that. Staying more active and healthy. Cat’s nearly clawed my eye out in my sleep (to which I can only presume Billy got too close or hyper) but it’s fortunate placement so Im alright. Most of my body is in pain to the point of absolute normality at this rate. And I plan to make space for a better altar. Future of the Blog: 

Errr, it’s my fuckin space so it’s whatever I want really. Ill still have my Viv rants (ie, pros and cons of her work, HH/HB, other shit like that) however I just really dislike most the fandom at this point as well as the poor management and lack of professionalism and attitudes of staff. It’s just draggin me down and making me ill. I also want to showcase more of MY work (from redesigns to projects to some dumb 2am shit), cosplays, fashion, hobbies, spiritual practises - MY. SHIT. I feel like Ive strayed slightly. But I WILL be honest. And damn well will it upset people. And if it does and I’m genuinely ding something wrong/harmful - guide me patiently. Educate me. If it’s like this HD shit where Im not only allowed my opinions but justified on my traumas or mocking my disabilities or features, then just yeet yourself elsewhere. Also some of my gaming shit too. Getting to know folk who interact with my stuff and just... Create my space. For me. Something hopefully others can enjoy. Something that can function as a bit of an art portfolio as well. Critiques and whatnot.  But I will continually not stand for anyone’s shit or poor handling of serious matters. You will not cause me to doubt and invalidate my experiences like you have to others.  For now, Im tottering but slowly returning. For those who I previously and daily interacted with, I will get back to you. And Im sure you’re patient and understanding of my situation - it’s appreciated. But in terms of any fandom, more so if it’s known to be as hostile, I’d rather keep a healthy boundary between us. That’s for newer folk. Perhaps we may bond further and you’re welcome to try, however I do feel far safer not getting involved into other people’s shit any longer. I will put anon back on but any toxic shit will be reported as well as compiled so at least I have a reference on the actual toxic nature of fandoms. Likewise, Im slowly getting there but god theres a lot of fuckin work. So much that not even my closest friend has heard too much from me until recently. I’ll be returning to the grind for now as I have duties, as well as many demanding felines for my attention. Alongside some physical medical concerns which require additional care, I’ll be popping off now.  Im thankful for those who have checked in on me. I will reply shortly. Take care