#I probably could make a full fledged rant about him

[some-pers0n]

I wanna make something clear right now.

I am the No. 1 Webs hater. There is nobody out there that despises this character like me. I will go on unhinged and disjointed and extremely emotionally charged rambles about this god forsaken useless cowardly spineless waste of space for eons. I hate him. It is 100% irrational, but I cannot for the life of me find a single thing to like about him. He is nothing. I hate him so...so much.

[star-girl69]

Music To Watch Girls To

Clarisse La Rue x Fem!Demigod!Reader

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sypnosis: is it wrong to be obsessed with clarisse? obviously not!!

a/n: i cant just write a drabble what is wrong w me it’s always gotta be a full fledged fic damn anyways i don’t like this one that much so don’t crucify me, but i hope you all enjoy!!

Music To Watch Boys To - Lana Del Rey

warnings: FRIENDS TO LOVERS GOOD LORD, all clarisse know is be mean to her friends, like girls, and lie, reader is a little insane this time…., it’s not watching clarisse train bc i got struck with inspo but you all will like it dw, there’s still muscles and watching clarisse fight, swearing, violence, mentions of weapons, reader is an honorary ares cabin member bc i think it’s cute and i do what i want, y/n gets hurt like 20 times ITS FOR THE PLOT OK, kissing!!!!, like angst for half a sec not rly tho, tell me if i missed anything!!

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The only word you think of when you think of Clarisse is fuck.

It describes your feelings about her so accurately. The first time you saw her, you knew you had to have this girl. And the first time you heard her talk, she was calling some Hephaestus kid a dumbass for not fixing a dent in her armor correctly.

She was an asshole, a bully, whatever, and she was also the hottest thing you’ve ever seen. But, thank the Gods you became close friends with her brother Matty, and then Carrie, and then you practically knew everyone in the Ares cabin like your own siblings.

Even just friendship with Ares kids is an intense rollercoaster.

They admired your for your deadly skill with a bow, a few of them even openly claiming you were probably the best at camp. They were loyal and fierce, protective, funny and everything you could want in a replacement family. Your mortal parent went down a dark road after your godly parent went back to Olympus, and you had never felt that love that everyone craved.

Clarisse hated you at first, like she does everyone, until one day at the bonfire you were sitting with her and a few of her siblings, the fire was hot and it was never the same. You still remember her eyes on you, feeling intoxicated under the moon. Besides, the nights are made for secrets.

And it became a tradition.

You would look at each other next to the fire, and never speak of it again.

The rest of the time, she was like any friend. That same loyalty, focus, but sometimes you could swear she seemed to look a little longer.

After the arrival of Percy Jackson, Clarisse was especially on edge. She was supposed to be training, but she was instead sulking and ranting to Matty and Carrie.

“And he really thinks he killed that Minotaur? Doesn’t matter. That’s what everyone else thinks.”

“Talking about the new kid?” you ask, sitting on top of the picnic table next to their cabin.

“Oh, yeah,” Carrie mumbles. “Talking all about the new kid.”

Clarisse stops her angry pacing to send her a harsh glare.

“He’s just a baby, Clarisse.”

She slams her hand down on the table next to you, pointing her finger in your face.

“He’s a liar,” she hisses. “I’m gonna make him admit it.”

“Hm, okay,” you say, pressing her foot against her stomach and pushing her back. “And that’s totally logical. But have you considered that he actually killed the Minotaur?”

“I’ll punch you.”

“Oh, you love me, Clarisse,” you smile, sweeping your arms out in a big circle. “I’m the brightest part of your day.”

She glares at you.

Matty coughs to hide a laugh.

“Just ignore him!” you say. “I don’t get why you’re so obsessed over him anyways.”

“I’m not explaining myself to you,” she huffs, stubborn as ever.

“Okay, Clarisse,” you say, drawing out the words.

You miss Carrie and Matty shooting each other looks.

—-

Chiron announces the next capture the flag game later that day, and the next morning you’re heading off to the Ares cabin with your bow and armor in tow.

You walk in. They’re all adjusting their armor, polishing their weapons. A few smile at you and wave, but you head straight towards the back. Clarisse is there, helping some of her younger siblings pick out weapons from the secret weapons stash the Ares kids have curated over the years.

It’s Danny’s first game. He’s only twelve.

She looks up at you for a moment, which is about as much acknowledgment as you’re gonna get. You sit at the end of someone’s empty bed, right next to Danny.

“How you feelin’?” you ask. His face is twisted into a stone cold mask.

“Excited,” he says, like he practiced it in the mirror.

“Well, I’m scared.”

He looks at you and frowns.

“You’re the best archer in camp. Matty says so.”

You shrug. “I may be the best archer, but I’m nowhere near the best fighter.”

He nods, thinking hard like the whole world is suddenly starting to make sense.

“Hey, if I promise to keep a look out for you from the trees- will you watch out for me on the ground?”

He doesn’t need your assurance. He’s a child of Ares, they’re prebuilt with the lust for battle. But you know how to play all of them like a fiddle. They like feeling important, and he’s only twelve. It doesn’t hurt you to give this to him.

You stick out your hand and he grabs it.

“Deal.”

“Deal.”

“Y/N,” Clarisse says. You realize she’s been standing there for a while. “Are you here to distract everyone or for a reason?”

“You know, I would welcome you into my cabin warmly.”

Her face remains stone cold. Danny runs off. Clarisse can be some sort of halfway nice, but rarely, and most of the time everyone just knows her cruel words, her ruthless tactics in battle, and her misleading words and smiles.

“You’re no fun,” you pout.

“You’re the one who sticks around. No one’s holding you hostage- you can leave.”

“I need a dagger.”

“Oh,” she says, blinking. “Wow, you actually came here for something? What happened to yours?”

“Broke,” you shrug. “The handle fell off. Weird, whatever.”

She hums, looking through the daggers hung on the wall. “This one.”

She hands it to you. It’s similar to your old dagger, except a lot sharper and a lot more sturdy. But it’s the same style you’re used to. You wonder if she knows that or not- Ares kids do notice everything.

But for Clarisse to actually do something like that with intention is rare.

“I like it,” you say. “Thanks!”

She hesitates for a second.

“Keep it.”

You look at her. “I can give it back.”

“I already told you to keep it. Don’t be pathetic and make me reassure you.”

“Okay, Clarisse,” you roll your eyes.

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Your position on capture the flag is always the same.

Carrie, Matty and Clarisse hunt in the woods on the ground, and you get thrown up into some random tree to shoot arrows at anyone you see.

The idea is, they see the arrow coming from up above and look to the trees, only for Clarisse, Matty and Carrie to ambush them on the ground.

It’s only the third game you’ve employed this tactic, so the blue team is starting to catch on.

After Chiron gives his speech you could probably say yourself, you head over to the three of them, holding your arm out to Matty and the red bandana. He ties it around without saying a word, Carrie reaches over and scolds you for not tying your armor tight enough.

“Blah, blah, blah,” you say. “I’ll live.”

“Yeah,” Carrie snorts. “Because I fixed it.”

“Shush,” Clarisse hisses. She finishes talking to a few more of her siblings, and they take their companies off into the woods. She turns back around. “I have a different plan today.”

Carrie and Matty grin dangerously.

There’s something in between the three of them, some sort of matching glint in their eyes.

“Okay, did I miss something? Why are you guys being so… scary?”

“You’ll see,” Clarisse says, her eyes dark.

Gods, it’s the hottest thing you’ve ever seen.

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The great thing about being up in the trees is you get to see everything.

You get to see the way Clarisse grins while she fights, the way she whips her spear around like it weights nothing, the way sweat forms at her brow- and the way her muscles flex. That’s the best part.

Her arms, her legs, her stomach, every part of Clarisse is just lean and toned muscle.

It makes you want to betray yourself in a way that would permanently embarrass you.

You follow them, of course, even though you have no idea what the hell is happening or what the plan is. There’s a reason she’s not telling you the plan. Why?

When you walk past the woods where you normally hunt, you start getting fidgety.

“Ok, guys, seriously. Tell me what’s going on.”

You realize you’re heading towards the side of the big hill, starting the climb up through the trees and rocks.

Clarisse turns around.

“Stop. Worrying.”

You grit your teeth. “I’m not worried. I’m just confused.”

She sighs, signaling to Carrie and Matty.

“You know,” she mutters. And they leave, so it’s just the two of you.

They spit up, making their way on the farthest two ends, all leading to the same ledge.

She grabs your wrists. “Stop cracking your fingers. It’s annoying, and you’ll hurt ‘em.”

“Then tell me what’s going on.”

She lets go of one of your wrists, but keeps her tight grip on the other, forcing you to keep pace behind her.

“I’m not gonna tell you again, Y/N. Don’t worry. I’m not going to put you in danger, obviously.” She laughs, as if the idea is ridiculous. “You’re a damn good archer.”

“Oh, my Gods. Did you just compliment me?”

She tenses up, finally realizing she did it.

“D-don’t let it go to your head.”

“Oh, I won’t. It will just be our little secret, won’t it?”

You bite your lip as you smile so you don’t burst out laughing.

“Sure,” she mutters, and you don’t miss the way she stares at your lips. She clears her throat, finally letting go of your wrist. “Percy Jackson-”

“Who’s a baby.”

“-attacked us last night.”

You raise an eyebrow, walking next to her. “Did you attack him first?”

She doesn’t answer that.

“I doubted you would join us. I just didn’t want you to be alone in the woods.”

“Why?”

“Hm, I saw Annabeth as we left the bathrooms. She knows, she knows we’re gonna get revenge so Luke’s gonna go straight for the flag because we’re not in the woods.”

“So you’re just sacrificing the entire game for revenge? Against a 12-year-old?”

“Revenge,” she mutters, thinking over it. “That’s a fun word.”

She smiles, looking at you.

“Oh, Gods,” you mutter.

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The rest of the walk continues in silence, until you can see Carrie and Matty in the distance, both waiting for Clarisse’s signal. She grins.

“Now, why don’t you just stay behind me and draw an arrow, and tell me if anyone’s coming. And when he’s distracted, you’ll sneak around behind him and block him from escaping, hm?”

You look around the forest. “Okay. But, Clarisse-”

She smacks her hand over your face. “I don’t need your morality right now. I just need you to keep those pretty eyes open and be our lookout.”

“Fine,” you hiss as you throw your hand off her mouth.

“Thank you,” she smiles, sarcastically. “Was that so hard?”

You mock her under your breath, but she signals to Carrie and Matty. They all start walking forward, trying for stealth, but your feet make sink into the gravel. He hears them. He sits up.

You don’t know anything about Percy Jackson, except for the fact he supposedly attacked the three musketeers you call your friends and possibly killed a Minotaur.

True to your word, you stay behind Clarisse, watching as she lifts her helmet off, throwing it to the ground.

Her spear sinks into the dirt.

“Flag’s that way,” Percy says. “It’s not here.”

“We know.”

You start walking out from behind her. His eyes flick between all four of you.

“Yeah, glory’s fine.” You can feel her eyes on you. “Revenge is more fun.”

She looks up at her spear, slamming it down, and you hear the familiar crackle as it lights up. Red hot electricity.

She laughs a bit.

He scrambles for his sword and spear, forgoing his helmet. They close him in. You walk around Carrie and behind him. His eyes move between you and Clarisse, but there’s nothing he can do to stop the four of you from surrounding him.

“No maiming. It’s like the one rule.”

His stance isn’t even close to correct.

“Yeah, I guess I’ll lose dessert privileges for a while,” she fake frets, looking up at her spear. She smiles and looks back at him. “I’ll live.”

Her face twists into a mask of focus and she swings out at him. He manages to dodge her first hit, and block the second with his shield.

She looks at Carrie and Matty. They lunge forward, attacking him together, and he certainly is a demigod- he has a natural talent.

But you can only really focus on the way she lifts her spear back over her head.

She grunts and spins, shocking him, before jabbing forward at his armor, making him fall back over the log he used to be laying on, right at your feet.

“I’m actually not interested in maiming or killing you, believe it or not,” she says, standing over him. “I just want you to admit you’re a fraud. It’d make me feel better. Are you feeling up to that yet?”

The way she holds her spear, the way she says it’ll make her feel better- you miss the way he swings out with his shield, hitting you in the shins.

“Fuck,” you hiss, leaning down to touch your burning leg. “Oh, fuck, that hurt.”

Percy grunts and takes off running.

“Y/N,” Matty says, a silent question in his concerned voice.

“I’m fine,” you mumble, shaking your leg out.

Clarisse glares at his retreating figure.

“I guess he has a fucking death wish,” she whispers, voice full of a deadly promise.

She grunts and launches herself over the log, Carrie and Matty following. You straighten yourself and take off running after them. You leg does burn, but you still manage to keep pace. Besides, Matty is already far ahead, surprising him and knocking him down from the path, making him tumble through the woods and land on the beach.

Matty and Carrie wave their swords at him from the right. He pants and breathes heavily, backing up, but when he turns around to run- Clarisse is there.

You draw your bow again, out of habit.

The arrows you use aren’t actual arrows of course, but filed down to little circle rocks at the end. They won’t kill you, but they fucking hurt.

You can’t help but giggle as he falls onto his back, scared just by Clarisse being there.

She laughs too, before all three of them launch into an attack.

They push him back, towards you, and you step back with them, waiting for the perfect moment.

But your eyes drift up to Clarisse. She’s hanging back for just a second while Matty and Carrie jab at him. She looks… proud. She looks really fucking proud that you’re laughing at this 12-year-olds misery.

But Clarisse was right. Revenge is fun. And you hate it, but you can’t stop it.

You smile back at her, and it’s like those nights at the bonfire, you know you’ll never speak of it again. It doesn’t matter. Right now, there’s angelic music playing in your head, and you’re watching her. You’re watching her, the sweat on her brow, the way her hands clasp her spear.

Her face twists into something else.

“Y/N!” she shouts, but Carrie and Matty pushed him too far, you didn’t move back enough- distracted by her- and you slam into each other, a tangle of limbs and metal.

He does this awkward sort of flip over you, landing a few feet behind you. You drop your bow in favor of catching yourself, and it gets caught on his shield and dragged along with him.

It’s a blur, you yelp as you go down, Percy groans.

They’re all standing there, tense and watching the way Percy stands up with your bow in his hands. His stance is nowhere near correct, it actually makes you cringe more than your bruised side after the fall.

Why the hell are you the one who keeps getting hurt?

Percy let’s out a breath. “Why don’t we all just walk away and forget this happened?”

“You just made that impossible,” Clarisse hisses.

You just want to get an ice pack on your leg and sit down. You’re tired. You want to boss Clarisse around as payment for bringing you here.

“Okay, okay, just stop. This is stupid, all of you. He’s, like, 12. He didn’t do it on purpose, you’re just attacking him for no reason.” Carrie and Matty look at the ground. Clarisse glares at you.

You turn around and face Percy. “Just go, okay.”

He looks between you and Clarisse.

“O-okay,” he breathes.

You can feel her move, hear her footsteps in the sand, her spear cutting through the wind. She comes around you, and Percy gets scared, so he raises up the bow and let’s it go- pointed straight at her face.

But it never hits her. It hits you, of course, because you have the worst luck in the world.

It hits you right in the chest, and it doesn’t kill you, but Percy is strong and it knocks the wind out of you.

Clarisse throws her spear to the ground and catches you, screaming your name at the top of her lungs.

Gods, this was so stupid. All of it. He didn’t mean to hurt you, he meant to stop her from attacking him. Because Clarisse is bloodthirsty. She cares about no one else but herself.

You were stupid to think she ever did.

But even through all of this, everyone treating you like a rag doll, you stare into Clarisse’s eyes. She’s frozen. She’s watching the rapid rise and fall of your chest, she’s watching the way you press your hand into your chest, trying to breathe, she’s looking at the fear in your eyes.

You’re terrified. And Clarisse looks the exact same way you feel.

You mouth her name.

Carrie and Matty are gathered around you, telling you to just breathe, take a breath in, but you can’t.

Clarisse let’s go of you and ignores your hands trying to hold her back, ignores Carrie warning her.

Oh, Gods, you’re in love with her and she’s just your friend, but it all hurts and you just need her right now.

Percy tries to scramble away from what he’s done, but Clarisse grabs him by his shirt and holds him up.

You think she’s actually going to kill him- then the conch sounds.

You all turn around.

The blue team runs to the beach, sticking the red flag into the ground. They all cheer loudly, Luke and Chris at the center of it.

Clarisse throws Percy back down on the ground.

She picks up your bow. Matty helps you stand up, you can breathe now, and you’re really fine. You just couldn’t for a minute. You don’t look at Clarisse, even though you want to.

—-

The four of you end up at the sword practice field, sitting on picnic tables like you did that one day.

Matty touches a few scratches on his arms from where he burst through the woods, scraping himself on something thorny.

Clarisse walks towards a dummy and starts attacking it. She lets all her anger out on it. They didn’t win, and her revenge is incomplete so, its not even worth it. You could have told her that from the beginning, but whatever.

Clarisse can do whatever she wants. She doesn’t listen to you, she doesn’t care about you- not as much as you want her too. Not as much as you care about her.

She’s so wonderfully in her element it makes you want her more. This is where she belongs, in the field in the sun, with her spear in her hands. She belongs here, where she feels closest to her father and farthest away from her responsibilities, from the constant battle it is for her to keep her emotions in check.

Even after a minute of her obliterating the dummy, she seems better. Finally, after another minute, she slows down until she stops.

You don’t stop looking at her until she turns around and looks at you. She breathes out.

“Are you okay?” she asks, sitting down on the opposite end of the bench.

“Fine. Just got the wind knocked out of me.”

She hums.

“C’mon, Matty,” Carrie says. “Let’s go back to the cabin, I’m thirsty.”

You’re not ready to get up yet, you’re too comfortable here on the bench, it’s too easy to breathe in the valley.

Clarisse flexes, stretching her spear over her head, and you watch her. Of course you watch her. You don’t think you’ll ever just be able to look at her in passing- you’ll always have to focused, you’ve always have to have your eyes totally and completely on her.

Like she’s some book you have to study. Like she’s all you’ve ever wanted to look at.

“Stop staring at me, weirdo,” she mumbles.

You sit up straighter. “I’m not. You’re just flexing dramatically all over the place, of course I’m gonna take notice of it.”

“Okay, sure,” she taunts, and you remember what happened, you remember how you felt when she walked away from you to continue with her revenge.

“I-I’m gonna go back to my cabin.” You don’t wanna be around her, not right now at least. “See you later, Clarisse.”

She stands up immediately. “I’ll walk you.”

“No, thanks, it’s fine.”

“Y/N, you got hurt because of me.” She crouches down and tugs up your pant leg. “How’s your leg? Your side?”

Matty, Carrie and Clarisse too, sometimes, are always touching you and doing things for you. It’s sweet. They aren’t good with the words, but they show you they love you, and that means more than anything else.

If she hadn’t done what she did, if she really cared about you, then you wouldn’t mind her touching you like this. You would love it.

“Clarisse- get off of me,” you shake your leg out, which hurts a bit, but she lets go and stands up.

Her face twists into one of anger, her fists clenched.

“I’m sorry, okay. I’m sorry you got hurt. I feel really bad about it, so just let me do this for you.”

“It’s not about that,” you mumble, cursing yourself and hoping she doesn’t hear you. Of course she does.

“Then what’s it about?”

You try to turn away, but she clamps her around your wrist and tugs you back towards her.

“What’s it about, Y/N?”

She holds your hand to her chest.

You both know what it’s about.

“Just stop, Clarisse,” but your body betrays you and you make no move to push her away. She notices, of course she notices, and she pulls you closer. “We’ve been dancing around each other for months.”

She blinks and her grip on your wrist loosens.

“And it was fun. It was a fun game, okay, Clarisse. But you can stop playing it now. You showed me today that your care more about yourself then you ever could me. I’m sick of it.” You tug your hand away. “I’m so sick of it, Clarisse.”

She grips you tighter again.

“What the hell are you talking about? I’m running around looking like a fool, and you think I care about myself? You think I don’t care about you?”

Your breath is a little shaky again.

“You could have helped me and you chose revenge.”

“For you.”

“What?”

“He slammed his shield into your leg, knocked you over, and then shot you in the chest. Of course I wanted revenge. Not for me, it was about that at first, but then, Gods, did you do something to him?”

You laugh. She smiles, staring at your face like she’s seeing you for the first time.

“Like, he just kept coming after you, I don’t get it. But I… I like you. Like, like you. And I don’t know what that means, but I don’t really care. I just… want you. I want to be near you all the time. And I go crazy when you’re with someone else. I want to touch you all the time, hug you, hold you… I want to kiss you so bad I think I’m gonna fucking explode.”

Fuck is always the first word you think of when you think of her. It used to be because she made you so angry with the secrets, but now it’s just the things the says make you wonder how much more you can fall in love with her.

“Well, I don’t really want you to explode,” you roll your eyes. “That’d be too messy. Besides, I-”

“You’re always such a fucking worrier.”

She plants her hands on your face and presses her lips to yours. You can feel the slight desperateness she won’t say, but she’ll tell you with her body. You can feel everything she won’t show, won’t say. How beautiful you are. How scared she was. How much she wanted you and for how long.

You feel it all just by her lips, and you can’t help but wonder what more she can tell you.

She pulls back and smiles.

“If you tell anyone about this, I’ll deny it.”

“I’m the light of your life, Clarisse.”

“Yeah,” she agrees, grabbing you tighter and kissing you again. You grab onto her arms, smiling. You always wondered what he muscles would feel like against you.

There’s only one word to describe the way it feels.

Fuck.

—-

clarisse when she accidentally told y/n she has pretty eyes: PLEASE DONT NOTICE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE

y/n my ladybug not noticing: 🧍‍♀️

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y/n and clarisse just being insane together WDYM YOURE LAUGHING WHEN A KID FALLS OVER STOP

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clarisse: bitch stop WORRYING

y/n: WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT FROM ME SHUT UP

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clarisse and y/n both pretending that clarisse giving her a dagger wasnt literally a declaration of love and also clarisse throwing her spear down to catch y/n???? bitch she’s in LOVE

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[aashi-heartfilia]

Bnha 375: A Mess

So guys, our gals are back with some premium drama and let's start talking about it without wasting anymore time:

So finally! After like 30+ chapters of completely and utterly neglecting this battle, Horikoshi finally decided to bring it back into the picture and we're back again at the Okuto Island, which is ofc a beautiful Southern Island, completely isolated by the world where Ochako and Asui vs Toga is talking place.

Let's also ignore the fact that, this is probably the only battle that is not taking place in a symbolic location like Kamino or UA, because ofc those spots are reserved for our Big 3: Bakugo, Deku and Shouto.

Firstly, I hate the fact that Ochako is not a part of the Big 3, like why?

She was given so much importance in the beginning, always helping Deku out, having her own goals etc and now it's all given to Shouto. Not that I have anything against Shouto. I love the Todoroki plotline but sometimes it feels so off to not have a proper female representative in the show who actually does something and be a part of some major event.

That's total disrespect.

Anyways, enough rant. Let's just talk about the chapter for now:

Man, Ochako's going strong with this one. Guess her CQC training is getting better and coming handy. Also, what's up with this misdirection thingy? Is Toga some sort of Ninja whose voice echoes from every direction? Also, 4 people on one villain? Not wise.

Toga intelligence coming into picture. Also, unlike leaks this Wednesday, the real version says 30-40 minutes which is pretty accurate for Toga because we've seen Toga use Ochako and Deku's blood.

I like how Toga didn't took into account that Heroes would make a proper combat strategy only for her. Guess the heroes are not taking chances with this one. But for Toga, this just means that every path she takes will lead to her dead end.

Just like a normal person, she's afraid of dying.

But thing to notice here is the fact that previously Toga never had a strategy in mind. She was just playing around, doing her lovely dovey stuff etc etc.

But hostility and Resignation turned her into a full fledged villain.

I love how great this line is! Toga has turned into a villain now and this needs no more explanation.

She was a normal girl with an abnormal quirk. The society never accepted her and she had to leave home. Wearing a school uniform to camouflage herself with others because the world would be a little less harsher.

She joins the league, and finds someone she cares about the heroes she loves so much took him away...and when she comes back home, she finds all of her stuff thrown away.

She has no family to live or care for. No one that could give her the happiness or validation she seeks. And finally when even Deku and Ochako whom she thought would be a little more understanding does not give her a proper answer, she unleashed her full powered army.

It's ironic how the heroes already did everything in their power to secure victory and are still losing, and how the villains just decided to believe in their friends and just keep on winning making the situation even worse.

I like how this is the first time, Tsu's intelligence backfired on her! Being a proper villain now, Toga also took measures to stop Asui.

Since, Asui is a cool headed and calculative person , it was just as easy to predict that she would go after the veil. But, but, but! It literally backfired on her.

Also, does Asui not know about how quirk copying only works with the people Toga loves? Did Ochako not warn them?

Anyways, so this battle of intelligence just keeps on getting better and we have Asui being attacked by the high ends now.

Lol, classic shonen trope. At least I thought so. I thought it would be a game of Ochako recognising who the real Asui is. Or was Toga planing on killing Ochako pretending to be Tsu?

And then, a miracle happened.

Aren't usually these type of things reserved for heroes? Even Kinoko wonders how worse this situation is gonna get?

And we have, Ochako going for a last ditch effort saying they never had a chat about love like Toga wanted, which I guess was to distract her? She looked pretty serious about it but who knows? She's been thinking about Toga this entire time, afterall. We don't know what's going on in Ochako's mind either.

And Toga replies with how great it would be if we could. Which makes sense. It implies that all hope is already lost. The author is making it look like it.

And woah, we have SAD GIRLS PARADE!

Dayum! This was epic or what!

And finally look, who do we have here going the real battlefield?

I'm not sure if Tsu passed through the portal or not but this was chaotic! Like super duper chaotic!

Also, it reminds me so much of the 1st Paranormal Liberation War with Gigantimachia reaching the main battlefield and the war reaching its final climax. I can't help but think how similar the panelling is.

And with Ochako being here it opens so much possibilities.

You can't help but notice her between all the powerhouses and her being the only normal person-hero here. With her being in the front and centre it feels like she will be the one to turn the tables.

The seemingly normal, chubby little girl from Kansai will the first in destroying the plans of AFO.

Conclusion;

I really liked this chapter. It was a bit rushed with how we got to see this gang after a long time and yet it was just for one chapter. It has some major good points like mind game b/w Tsu and Toga. Villains relying more on nakama power than the heroes. Asui still coming in the clutch, like she's used to and Ochako entering the main battlefield.

Now this was good. This is literally the first time where Ochako is a part of something major. I know, she could be just there to counter sad man's parade but maybe she could contribute to something better.

I would talk about this in my next article.

~Thanks for reading

[starsrshiney]

More Crossovers I can't get out of my head but chances are I won't write longform prose of

MHA x MapleStory

(take note: that my for-sure knowledge of MHA only goes up to the Culture Festival, but I have some wiki-walk knowledge of afterwards)

BACKSTORY- how MHA world interacts with mapleworld.

Sometime before Izuku gets into late middle school (aka the jump off the roof scene doesn't happen), our little green bean is involved in a villain attack where said villain has the quirk of making people disappear.

Little did said villain know, by 'disappear' they mean 'send to another universe.' Izuku gets sent to Maple World.

Scenario 1- Izuku lands in Ereve, becomes a Cygnus Knight

Pretty much just as it says. Izuku lands in Ereve. The Cygnus Knights are wary for a bit, but quickly realize that Izuku is just a lost kid.

The Knights agree to help Izuku get home, and lo and behold, representatives from Izuku's world/ the Hero Public Safety Commission do find a way to contact Maple World (what with Maple world's wonky relationship with spacetime, its a wonder they didn't before.)

Except when the HPSC representatives find out that the only person from their world here is a Quirkless child, they tell Cygnus to keep him and go on their way.

No One Is Happy With That.

Some time after the reps leave, Izuku realizes that he can, in fact, manipulate Maple World's magic. (Could Alicia have done something to him [putting Izu's time in maple pre-kidnapping by Damien]? Perhaps. She is the Transcendent of Life and Was Also Not Happy with what she heard from Cygnus' rantings during their teatime.)

Now that he has power, Izuku is still determined to Help. He joins the Cygnus knights officially, becoming a Thunder Breaker (because OFA or no OFA, he still ends up a brawler with electric motifs.)

(Timeskip as Izuku grows as a knight, meeting other Maplestory characters who are a part of the Maple Alliance including but not limited to Evan, Hayato & Kanna, Kinesis, and Tear/ Angelic Buster)

When Izuku gets close to main MHA story age (post Alicia's kidnapping/ Cygnus' Awakening, probably even post Heroes Blockbuster) the HPSC reps make contact again. It turns out Maple World was the only alternate universe they could find and they've gotten to the point where they need to rescue someone or the public would riot. "Even the quirkless child."

Cygnus basically says "no, you said to keep him and we did. He adapted to our magic just fine and is a fine Knight now."

[The HPSC is nervous. This is not the little girl Empress they talked to last time.]

(Really, despite everything Izuku does want to go back, even if Cygnus and the chief knights think the only redeemable things about Izuku's world [that they've heard from Izuku's stories] are Izuku, his mother, and All Might [they've even convinced him to stop calling Bakugou 'Kacchan.'] But Cygnus is NOT sending him back without making sure some things go right for him. He put his all for Her and the other Knights, she will make sure she can respond to such loyalty.)

This goes back and forth for a while until Nedzu joins the calls and offers to give Izuku a spot at UA. The HPSC try to talk Nedzu down from this, still stuck on "Quirkless child" but Nedzu points out that they were told he has this new world's magic and has become a full fledged Knight, he sounds like he's already ahead of most normal first years.

Nedzu would also like to have some interdimensional chess games with Neinhart, but that's a side detail at the moment.

The HPSC grumble but agree to give him a test similar to the reccomendation exam, and Cygnus agrees to send Izuku back.

But she and other Knights do give him some Decorative Armor (cash shop equips) so he can look like a Pirate Hero when he does join UA (and even if the HPSC doubts he can pass their test, Cygnus and Chief Knights have no doubt)

(Insert HPSC dropping their jaws as their test is decimated by a kid who's making shark heads out of lightning. Izuku doesn't wear his new duds for this, as he figures he should look as basic as possible to maximize the contrast.)

Other notes:

During a meeting with Nedzu, Izuku asks if he can make sure their Earth isn't actually the future version Friend World. Nedzu confirms- there was never a sinkhole in Seoul and no reports of powers before Quirks.

Bakugou tries to pull the Deku card on Izuku when they meet up at UA. Izuku, now having healthy self esteem thanks to Cygnus and the Chief Knights, doesn't let that slide.

Being gone from Earth for a long time, Izuku gets introduced to underground heroes by Eraserhead (also only finds out about Eraserhead during day one) but is able to mentally equate it with how the Night Walker branch of the Cygnus Knights work- they move in the darkness to bring justice where light doesn't reach.

Despite not seeing Izuku in the trials (therefore not 'knowing he hurts himself') Eraserhead tries to erase Izu's 'quirk' during the ball toss, only to find out that his quirk doesn't do anything to Izu's Thunder Breaker magic.

Izuku officially debuts his Decorative Armor look during the beginning of the battle trials, when everyone else in the class debuts their looks.

Bakugou tries to target Izuku during the battle trials, only to get a face full of lightning shark and a gut full of lightning-that-moves-like water.

Izuku actually likens Bakugou to the Resistance's Blasters- some of who he's sparred with in the past with the Maple Alliance.

Fast forward to the USJ and we get another big change. When the villains invade, they bring not only the Nomu, but also a Xenoroid.

Guess who didn't die during the Black Heaven blockbuster and instead got isekai'd to MHA-Earth? Yep, Gellimer joins All for One and Dr Garaki as a mentor/ supplier for the League of Villains.

Izuku is Not Happy to see a Xenoroid on Earth. When Kurogiri comes to scatter the students, Izuku yell-asks where they got the Xenoroid from. Kurogiri is shocked that 'this student knows Doctor Gellimer's creation by name.' Izuku is Even More Not Happy that Gellimer is alive.

Kurogiri tries to scatter everyone, Izuku aims a Sea Wave at his metal brace, shocking him. Izuku/ Tsuyu/ Mineta get sent to the Flood Zone, but no one else (besides Bakugou and Kirishima, who attacked earlier) gets scattered due to Kurogiri not expecting that shock.

Izuku, still having access to his Inventory from Maple World, pops an Air Bubble from Aqua Road when he recognizes he's underwater. Shark-quirk guy gets lightning-shark punched.

Tsuyu pulls Izuku out of the water, the trio gets back to the mainland, Izuku goes straight for the Xenoroid.

Gellimer, watching through the Xenoroids eyes despite the jamming quirk, Is Not Happy seeing Cygnus Knight techniques being used on his Xenoroid. They should be back in Maple World, dammit.

Izuku's classmates (the ones who weren't teleported by Kurogiri anyway,) quickly see how much Izuku was holding back during the battle trials when he goes Full Knight on the Xenoroid. (He only used first and second-job skills during the trial, but goes third and not-fully-trained fourth-job skills against the Xenoroid.)

Eraserhead is Not Happy he did that, but Izuku makes his point that this is Maple World/ Cygnus Knight business.

Izuku even holds his own against the Nomu for a bit, because while it has shock absorption, that was more for kinetic-energy shock and not electric shock. Izuku likens it to fighting a Boss Monster. Also, being designed to kill All Might, it can barely touch Izuku and his 'electricity that flows like water' style of movement.

Note- holds his own, not beats. All Might still comes in for that.

Side fic idea- Midoriya explains Maple World Terms to the Class. Basically, during free periods someone asks about Mido's time in Maple World and Izuku explains how things work there. Topics include- the difference between Warrior/ Magician/ Bowman/ Thief/ Pirate fighting styles and why most heroes here on Earth would be considered Pirates (hand-to-hand fighting styles are Pirate fighting styles,) A breakdown of the different branches of the Cygnus Knights, an introduction to the Heroes of Maple World, The Resistance and why Bakugou would be a Blaster, etc. (Bonus points- Izuku says that by being the pirate branch, the Thunder Breakers are essentially the problem children of the Cygnus Knights. Eraserhead believes it.)

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Remember how I said crossoverS? Well, Thunder Breaker!Izuku is the most developed, but I did have other ideas

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Scenario 1.5- Izuku lands in Ereve, becomes Neinhart's disciple

Instead of becoming a Thunder Breaker, Neinhart takes note of Izuku's analytical mind and decides that its high time he took an apprentice. He still gets basic training with other knights, and ends up making a connection with all five of the Cygnus Knight Elemental Spirits. I forget the elemental spirits actual names atm, so I'm going with Soul/ Umbra/ Ignis/ Ventus/ Lightning.

This is basically a works-with-his-mind Izuku. "Mechanically" he would be like a mix of Shade and Lara, punching with spirit friends helping along. Highlights include

Battle Trial- Bakugou goes after Izuku. Izuku compares the gauntlets to Blaster weapons and has Ignis and Lightning go after the pins, while Soul, Umbra, and Ventus distract Bakugou. When Bakugou tries to do the big explosion, he find the pins were forcibly welded to the gauntlets.

Tokoyami/ Dark Shadow and Umbra friendship

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Scenario 2- Izuku lands on the Lumiere/ Crystal Garden, becomes Phantom's disciple Codename: Impeccable Memory, Immaculate Analysis

Post Lotus- possession/ talking to Aria's ghost, Phantom's short lived mental peace gets shattered when a kid from another world lands on his flying boat. He decides to drop the kid off at Ereve the next time they're in the area, but by the time that happens Phantom is too impressed by Izuku's analytical abilities and decides to train him as a successor.

During the Heroes Blockbuster, Luminous Is Not Happy to hear that Phantom has a disciple. Izuku is happy to have a friend his age in Evan.

Under Phantom's training, Izuku's analysis combined with Maple World Magic gives him the ability to copy/ "Steal" any ability he's analyzed enough of (though like Phantom he can only use so much at a time.) When he gets back to Earth its discovered that this ability applies even to Quirks.

Bakugou is Not Happy that "Deku" used his quirk to do the ball toss.

Iida is aghast that his engine could be copied during the dash test.

Monoma's hatred is aimed only at Izuku for doing the Phantom Thief thing like he is, except Izuku claims to be trained by a Phantom Thief named Phantom

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Scenario 3- Izuku lands in Edelstien, becomes a Wild Hunter

Honestly, this one is mostly for the gag of Eraserhead telling Izuku not to bring a Jaguar to class, only for Izuku to bring a different one next time. And then Eraserhead just giving up because the jaguars are tamer than most alley cats he feeds. Until Izuku needs to fight, of course.

Also a gag of Shigaraki sending the USJ nomu to attack the jaguar riding kid, but Izuku just seeing a boss monster out of the corner of his eye throws out a wall of drills that tears the nomu apart.

Shigaraki: How are you a hero? You tore my nomu apart with a wall of drills! I don't even know villains who do that!

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AND NOW FOR SOMETHING COMPLETELY DIFFERENT

NEW SCENARIO WITH A NEW BACKSTORY-

Everyone knew Izuku was born Quirkless. What fewer people knew was that Inko was as well.

After all, her family's Telekinesis wasn't a quirk. Her ancestor had telekinesis since before the glowing baby was born.

They used to tell everyone that their power wasn't a Quirk, but stopped when they were accused of being part of the original Meta Liberation Army. But within the family they kept the knowledge of being descended from the hero that went to another world.

With her own grasp of telekinesis being so weak, Inko thought the power of her family has finally been exhausted when Izuku didn't show any signs of his own powers.

Until elementary school Izuku, emotional from being bullied, opens a new Sinkhole.

Scenario 4- Midoriya, Descendant of Kinesis

[sombrasaiyan]

NSFW Alphabet | blacklifla

On days I don’t release full fledged one shots for you guys, I’ll drop one of these to keep you all well fed. Basically this is how I head-cannon the pairings to be like. You don’t necessarily have to agree but I’ve always wanted to do one of these.

A : Aftercare | What they’re like after sex.

Goku Black is a villain. You think after he’s done fucking Caulifla he would quickly put his clothes back on and simply leave, right? Show the small saiyan that their relationship is temporary, no strings attached, and is just filled with one night stands. Wrong! After they have climaxed and caught their breaths, he would make sure to whisper sweet words to her and hold her in his arms. Maybe start up another round if she was up for it. He’ll wipe his cum off of her and make sure she was comfortable. There are moments for Caulifla where she’s really left alone with her thoughts, maybe once she thinks Goku Black is sleeping, the hard reality comes crashing down. She’s having sex with a villain, who terrorizes her friends and innocent lives (or used to) and she’ll cry, feeling absolutely horrible. Goku Black of course is awake and would be quick to pull her into his arms, allowing her to cry while assuring her he won’t leave her side ever. Unless she was in her angry moods where she lashes out at him, he’ll let her rant. Goku Black will always have a heart shaped box of chocolates ready, or maybe some sweet chocolate covered strawberries. Anything to make Caulifla feel better.

B : Body Part | Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s.

Believe it or not, when Goku Black had the immortal god mentality and that he shouldn’t commit sin, he hated his penis. He loved his entire body except for that horrendous sexual organ that was only created for a mortal sin. After he met Caulifla and realized that he could get something called boners from fathoming of her, did he start to appreciate it. Every chance he got, he would seduce her and offer it to her. What was one his least favorite body part became his favorite. He loves receiving pleasure and also fucking Caulifla with it.

Goku Black would say all of Caulifla is his favorite body parts, and that’s because it’s true. He loves her lovely legs, biting them and rubbing them, leaving any territorial marks on them. What’s between her legs too, he loves rubbing her clit and staring at her vagina and doing what he wants with it. Although Caulifla wants bigger breasts, Goku Black doesn’t care about her breast size, they’re amazing and the fact that he gets to suck on them and grope them makes him happy. He loves spanking her ass, if she allows him to, he would put it inside her ass and rub one of her cheeks. He also loves playing and tormenting her tail, noticing how very sensitive it is to his touching. Just every part of Caulifla is absolutely perfect.

Caulifla hates her breasts. She envies those with bigger breasts. Hers are a C cup, maybe barely a D. She however, loves her ass and legs because they’re thicker than her breasts. She loves purposely getting Goku Black mad so he can spank her and bite her legs. Although she hates to admit it, she secretly started loving her breasts when Goku Black would touch and suck them.

Her favorite body part of Goku Black is probably obvious—his penis. When he barely started seducing her and gave her hints of how he would allow her to be his first time and let her continue to fuck him after that, she always fantasized the size of him, the feel of him, what it would be like to have him between her breasts and in her mouth. Aside from that, she loves his face and arms. He is very handsome, and having his arms around some part of her makes her feel loved and safe.

C : Cum | Anything to do with cum basically.

Goku Black loves to cum inside Caulifla. Whether it be in her mouth, inside of her, or even deep in her ass. He loves cumming inside Caulifla because it’s a way of marking territory, reminding Caulifla that she belongs to him. Goku Black loves to lick Caulifla’s clit and thrust his tongue inside, pushing her until she comes as well because he loves how she tastes. When they orgasm together, it’s absolutely the best.

Whenever Goku Black eats her out, Caulifla loves seeing her cum on his face, dripping down as he licks it off clean. Whenever he finger fucks her and she watches him withdraw his fingers and they’re filled with her cum, she’s so embarrassed to watch him put them in his mouth and suck on them. Regardless of how red she is and tells him to stop doing it, Goku Black knows it turns her on. She hates when Goku Black pulls out and cums on her stomach or back. She needs him to cum inside. She wants to relish in his cum flowing inside of her.

D : Dirty Secret | A dirty secret of theirs.

Before Goku Black and Caulifla officially got together, Goku Black would collect a pair of panties or a bra (regardless if it wasn’t sexy) and would treasure it. He was obsessed with her scent and he needed something intricate and naughty of hers to keep. Goku Black never thought of having sex before meeting Caulifla so he would read a lot of erotica and watch amateur porn in order to see what seemed interesting to do and what he wouldn’t do in the bedroom. This god was extremely patient though, he would wait and wait until Caulifla would one day agree to be with him in bed.

Any time Caulifla had anything sexual done to her from Goku Black, she needed to rid herself of titillation. She began buying vibrators after researching them and finding out which ones wouldn’t hurt her. She’s a virgin, she’d rather play it safe and not hurt herself. She would rub herself to Goku Black or let her imagination run wild about the dirty things he could possibly do to her. However, he’s a villain for Kami’s sake! She can’t do it with him, no matter how much she wants to! But she’ll purposely do something stupid to get him to come out and interact with her.

E : Experience | How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?

Goku Black was never interested in having sex. All the women were mortals. Caulifla unfortunately was a mortal saiyan, so when he was initially bewitched by her he kept that in mind. However, he was able to rely on his saiyan side to be able to let his virgin self research all about sex before going about seducing Caulifla. Once he lost his virginity to Caulifla, that man made it his mission to research heavily on sex itself to experience new thrills and euphoria. The more he had sex with her, the more he became a sex god.

Believe it or not, Caulifla is a virgin. Of course she’s touched herself to the thought of Goku Black and eventually resorted to toys for stronger orgasms. Once she finally had sex with Goku Black she becomes very submissive and obedient. There are her moments where she rides the god and pleases him as much as he allows her too, so she knows what turns her lover on.

F : Favorite Position

Caulifla has lots of them, but mostly any that has Goku Black close to her. She loves the casual missionary, but also loves to ride him. She has to do lots of sexy stuff with him in order for the man to be on his back and letting the small saiyan ride him. She loves it when he’s sitting up and she’s propped up on him, chest to chest with the dark god as she sways her hips. She also loves being on her knees and his front body being pressed against her back, but she’s happy with any position because Kami, when that man fucks her good, it doesn’t matter what position.

Goku Black loves doggy style, having Caulifla ass up and being able to spank her as he fucks her from behind. He also loves missionary because he’s hovering over her, anything to put her in a submissive position gets his gears going. He loves her whining beneath him while he’s on his knees, staring down at her and quickening the pace. But just like Caulifla, he doesn’t care what position they engage in, as long as he gets to fuck her good.

G: Goofy | Are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous?

Honestly, it all just depends on how they’re feeling that particular day they decide to have sex. Sometimes an anti-hero Goku Black will pretend to be a villain again and pursue the saiyan he wants the most. He’ll most definitely keep the charade up until he’s practically tired himself out. If he’s roleplaying *cough cough* (Doctor Black) then he’ll make sure to keep it up all the way.

Caulifla can be goofy when she wants to, playing along with Goku Black’s charades until she gets annoyed by them. In all seriousness, when she wants sex, she wants sex!

H: Hair | How well groomed are they?

Caulifla couldn’t care less about her own pubic hair down there. It’ll take some convincing for her to shave down there, but maybe if Goku Black promises to do some sexual favors she will. 

Goku Black feels like a god should be groomed properly in all his glory. Of course Goku didn’t have this habit so it irritated Goku Black, causing the god to shave himself. He really doesn’t mind that Caulifla has hair down there, and he doesn’t want to earn a crush cannon to the face for asking her to shave.

I: Intimacy | How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect.

When these two passionately throw themselves in a heated up session of making love, the Can forget about their troubles and who they truly are: a villain and a warrior who wants to keep her friends safe. Regardless if Caulifla doesn’t want to admit it, she loves Goku Black in her own twisted way. She loves dancing with the darkness that is inviting. Caulifla loves to kiss him and hold on to him to make it known she loves him deeply.

Goku Black would do anything to keep their intimate moments just about them. No arguments, no drama of their lives, or allies. Just so he doesn’t forget how real and genuine their dark love is, he’ll make sure to hold Caulifla in a warm embrace and mark her to his heart’s content. He treats her just right and wishes that this is how it’s always going to be, just the two of them.

J: Jack Off | Masturbation headcanon

Goku Black hates masturbation. Or at least he used to before he met Caulifla. Of course, it wasn’t easy to seduce Caulifla to erotic passions, so he had to humiliate himself with masturbation. Why did he think it was humiliating? Because he’s a god, and masturbation is just a pathetic way to pass the mortal time! He would never stoop so low! Until the desire for Caulifla became too much, then he would grasp his penis within his hand, erect and hot. He’d pump it in his hand as he smells one of her bras or panties to get the imagination going. In the moment is masturbation a wonderful way to settle his arousal, but once he’s done he’s utterly humiliated.

Caulifla loves self pleasure, especially before she was tempted to tango with Goku Black. Of course fingering herself hurt, so she’s rub at her clit before she discovered vibrators. After she was successfully convinced to give herself to Goku Black, if she needed to catch his attention or want a good punishment, she would touch herself. Make it a whole show of how good her own touch feels. Of course Goku Black is prepared to prove her wrong and show her what really feels good.

K: Kink | One or more of their kinks

Goku Black and Caulifla are really into BDSM, as Caulifla has slipped out a ‘daddy’ on a couple occasions. Of course she would deny that she’s got her issues, but Goku Black isn’t afraid to remind her of them. Goku Black is of course, a dom. He loves getting his kicks out of glaring at her, warning her to behave, and make sure to tame her. Sometimes it goes overboard to predator/prey territory and the more villainous side reigns. He loves tying her up and wrapping her in beautiful shibari, making her moan and cum gets him off good! He also has a size kink since there is a size difference between them, and he just loves being a freak. He also has a subtle blood kink, but not to the point to where he’s going to harm her.

Caulifla is a brat. She loves misbehaving for Goku Black and getting those spanks across her bare ass, fucked in rough ways and being reminded of who she belongs to. It especially gets her gears going when he lets that villainous side let loose just for her and makes her feel wanted. She loves being marked by him too, being told what to do every now and then and just all around being smothered. She needs all the attention she can get from him.

L: Location | Favorite places to do the do

First and foremost, the bed obviously. Sometimes if they’re watching a movie or just sipping some tea on the couch, neither one of them will hesitate to start having sex down the couch. Personally, that’s Caulifla’s second favorite place. Goku Black loves having Caulifla in the shower—though she’s not particularly a big fan of it if they’re trying to scrub themselves clean.

If Goku Black’s horniness is bothersome he will not hesitate to shove her up against the wall in an abandon building, race into a crumbling warehouse and fuck her there or even pin her down a car and fuck her. Goku Black just doesn’t care where. Caulifla normally doesn’t like giving a poor mortal a show or even getting exposed to her friends like this, so it’ll take a lot of convincing on Goku Black’s end or she’ll need to be just as horny as he is. Otherwise, it’s off to the hideout bed or couch for them!

M: Motivation | What turns them on, gets them going

If Goku Black isn’t busy with his zero mortal plan, or having discussions with Zamasu, then Caulifla is free to kiss away at him or dress up in something sexy. Sometimes she doesn’t even need to wear something sexy for Goku Black to fuck her. Just the mere sight of her alone is enough to get him going. Of course, a hand job is one way to convince him further.

Caulifla needs attention, kisses down her neck and body, and to be touched in order to get those gears going. If she’s not in a bad mood or pissed off at Goku Black, then it’s easy for that sex switch to be turned on. Of course, Goku Black being possessive as usual helps too.

N: NO | Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs

Goku Black absolutely does not share Caulifla with Zamasu. He catches his partner attempting to flirt with her, seduce her, or even touch her in the slightest—Goku Black will not hesitate on killing him. After all, all Goku Black needs in his life is Caulifla. Just sharing her in general is a big turn off since she belongs to Goku Black and him alone. Pegging is another one. Sure, he’s okay with her riding him and tying him up every now and then, but he does not want anything going inside of his ass. It’ll take lots and lots of convincing for him to even consider the idea, but it’s always going to be a no.

Vise versa, Caulifla will not share Goku Black either. She hates the idea of him having sex with anyone else or a girl wanting his attention. Caulifla will beat her ass, and maybe almost kill her. Of course, Goku Black isn’t going to stop her. Seeing her become borderline murderous turns him on. If she’s still on the good side and against Zamasu and Goku Black, she will not want to hear them talk about how mortals are pathetic and need to be purged. If she even hears Goku Black try to justify it during their love making, she will end it and walk away. If a friend is hurt by Goku Black, or Zamasu pisses her off, Goku Black won’t receive sex for a week. Caulifla is fine with cum on her body, but Kami forbid he cums on her face instead of her mouth. She doesn’t even want his cum all over her clothes. She’ll make sure he either cleans her up with a towel or washes her clothes. Allowing her to do the same to him is fair.

[helliontherapscallion]

Anon who’s dog had a seizure. I wanted to be able to give a positive update, but I won’t be able to. I was woken up by a call at around 1:30am from my mom and the first thing she said was “[my dogs name] died”

I don’t know all the details, I was in a full fledge panic attack and was overcome with despair when it was either explained to me or I overheard (frankly, I don’t remember) but apparently at some point either last night or veryyyyy early this morning my mom let the dog out to use the restroom, and he collapsed again similarly to how he did two days ago. My mom rushed him to the emergency vet (a thirty minute drive) but he didn’t even make it there.

I think I was dry heaving at some point because my panic was so bad. I ended up going to the vet with my dad so I could say goodbye (he had before my mom left with the dog) and ngl, going with him did not help in the slightest. My dad has NPD and he kept making the situation about himself and I stg I was ready to throw myself out the car window in the middle of the freeway and walk the rest of the way there OOP—

I was afraid we wouldn’t be able to because of Covid, but we were allowed to all head into the vet and hold him and give proper goodbyes before they took him to be cremated (they have a partnership with some place that does all that jazz). It was rough. He’s a small dog, only 18 pounds, but just holding him felt so different. There was no resistance when I picked him up (I’m not his favorite person lol, so he’d always deadpan and shuffle away a little from me before giving in whenever i’d make grabby hands hahaha) and it was just rough.

A year and a half ago my old bird passed away in that same emergency vet, so I just felt like I was suffocating the whole time. It was basically history repeating itself and I had a ✨mental breakdown✨ while cradling the pooch. My mom almost had to drag me out 2.5 hours later because I didn’t want to leave him. I tried to be strong, he was her dog in the end and they had an unbreakable bond. I should’ve been the one comforting her, not the other way around. I totally failed lol.

Thank god I was able to go home with my mom and not my dad. I wanted to be the one to drive home so she could rest, but I didn’t have the energy to protest when I saw she was already in the drivers seat.

We’ve had him since he was a few months old. I was in first grade at the time, and despite us having a very rocky start (young me didn’t like all the attention he received bc it used to be mine) he was my lil buddy and I would have done anything for him. I was looking forward to taking my senior and graduation pictures with him soon, but it seems like that won’t be happening. I just wish I did more with him.

Sorry for rambling and being so depressing! I haven’t gotten much sleep over the past two nights so I’m really out of it.

If it’s not too much to ask for, could I have a part ii of my previous request but have it involving what I wrote above? Asdfghjkl my depressed ass needs comfort and all of my friends are in school LOL. (Thank god I was called off from school this time) Plus, I don’t wanna make my mom feel worse by adding my grief on top of her own (I hope that made sense)

Part 1

(A/N): anon, I’m so sorry to hear about your dog. From what you sent me about him, he sounded like an absolute delight to be around and a very good boy. You deserve to grieve too, even if you don’t think you should. Grieving is healthy and it’s something that shouldn’t be ignored. Everyone grieves differently, so maybe you and your mom could reminisce on the good times with him? Only if you both feel comfortable doing so of course. Please get some sleep, drink plenty of water, and eat some food if you haven’t already. My DMs are always open if you ever want to talk <3

Warnings: death of a dog and bird (mentioned), panic attacks, NPD parent mention

You were jolted awake by a loud ring from your phone laying on your nightstand. It was the ringtone you specifically set for your mom. Blinking deliriously, you answered with a raspy, “mom?”

You were only met with her choked sobs on the other end. This woke you up completely as you turned on a lamp and sat up fully in your bed, “mom what’s wrong?”

“(Dog name)...” She was unable to say your dog's name before she broke into more harsh sobbing. Worry and fear pricked your gut at the mention of your dog’s name. “What about (dog name)? What’s going on?”

“He d-died, (y/n). He isn’t suffering anymore.” You felt as if ice cold water was poured onto you as you sat staring at the wall in shock. Faintly you heard your mom telling you how it happened, but you didn’t register her words. The words that came out of your mother’s mouth were nearly incomprehensible anyways due to her distress. You didn’t know when she hung up, but the next time you looked at the phone screen your homescreen met you: a picture of you, Techno, Wilbur, and Tommy at an amusement park. 

Your panic attack had escalated to you dry heaving over the toilet after puking up your dinner. You felt like you were suffocating as you remembered the techniques Techno used a few days prior. You stumbled up from a crouch and scrambled over to the sink. Your hands could barely grab the faucet and turn it on as you lost most of your sense of spatial awareness and everything you touched felt distant, like every single synapse in your body was both simultaneously working in overdrive and failing at the same time. The water was as cold as it was going to get, so you plunged your hands into the liquid and felt your body jolt at the temperature. After a while, your hands turned numb after regaining some senses back so you shakily cupped your hands under the faucet and gathered water into your hands. You splashed it at your face and felt yourself becoming more grounded as time passed.

By the time you left the bathroom, your dad gathered you into the car and started to drive you to the emergency vet. The entire time he was ranting about how you needed to pull yourself together because the dog was closer to him than to you. That definitely did not help in any way, it made you want to jump out of the car and walk the rest of the way to the vet. It would be better than having someone constantly belittling you for grieving. The ride was hell, but you persevered for (dog name). You needed to say goodbye to him.

When you left the car and walked into the building, it felt as if you were walking through the nine rings of hell with blazing infernos licking at your skin with every step. Dread and despair filled and overwhelmed you with every step. 

When a nurse escorted you to the room, she offered you her condolences and left you to say goodbye. With wide eyes, you slowly walked over to your mom and saw the motionless bundle of fur in her hands. It looked like he was sleeping, but you knew better. She looked at you with so much heartbreak and sadness as tears slipped down her cheeks that you remembered that he was her dog in the end and they’ve always had an unbreakable bond. You needed to be strong for her.

Your stony facade broke the second your mom handed you (dog name). He was cold and stiff as he laid unmoving in your arms, not even trying to wiggle out of your embrace like he always did. You were never his favorite person. He felt so… different. So wrong. 

Time passed around you as you held him and cried into his fur. This situation was very similar to your previous one that happened about a year and a half ago when your bird passed away and that was what finally sent you over the edge. Before you knew it, your mom was dragging you out of the building so he could get cremated. Your dad had long since gone home so he could get ready for work, so that left you to ride home with your mom. Not that you were complaining, it was certainly better than riding home with your dad. You just wished that you could drive so she could get some rest. 

By time you got home, it was about the same time you would leave for school. As you were driving down your neighborhood, you saw a very familiar car pass you. It was Techno, Wilbur, and Tommy’s car. They were probably going to school. You kept your head down and stared intensely at your tightly clasped hands. 

The second the car was in park in your driveway, you made a beeline for your room. For the rest of the day, you hid underneath your covers and ignored the incessant buzzing of your phone on the nightstand. You spent that time alone having a panic attack. This was your longest and most intense one yet, by the time it finally calmed down it was 10:30 at night. 

You smacked your dry lips together and feel absolutely drained. The buzzing still wouldn’t let up, so you reached out with a shaky hand and opened your phone. You had at least eighty combined missed texts from Wilbur, Tommy, and Techno. 

Tuesday, Innit?

Yo, the fuck’s goin on? 

Why the hell did you ignore us when we passed you???

Music man take me by the hand lead me to the land

Ignore that dumbass

What’s going on? You weren’t at school today

(Y/n)?

Technology Sword

You don’t have to tell us what happened if you’re not comfortable

Just tell us if you’re okay

That was only the start of the messages in the group chat. Granted it was mostly Tommy spamming your name and Wilbur and Techno trying to get him to chill out, but some of the messages managed to calm the swirling panic inside of you slightly. Your phone buzzed as you got another text. This time, it was an individual one from Technoblade.

Technology Sword

Look out your window, grab your notebook

You raised your eyebrows slightly as you read the message. Your window was right across from Technoblade’s, so when you saw Taylor Swift’s “You Belong With Me” music video and showed it to Techno, you both decided that this would be your primary communication before you eventually got phones. It wasted a ton of paper, but you both felt like the main characters in a story so you kept doing it. You hadn’t done this since you got your phone and he got his. 

After you grabbed your spare notebook and a sharpie, you sat up in your bed and turned on your lamp. When you opened your curtains, you saw Techno smiling at you before he grabbed his notebook and wrote ‘hello’. 

You uncapped your marker, wrote ‘hi’, and shakily raised it to him. You saw him frown at your shakiness, he wrote ‘you okay?’

You stared at your paper for a bit contemplating whether or not you should tell him the truth. It was no use in lying to him, he knew you better than you knew yourself. After a moment, you wrote ‘no’.

You watched as he frowned and his eyebrows crinkled together in an upwards slant. ‘Discord?’

‘Sure’

You closed your curtains once more and opened up your PC. You could already see that Techno, Wilbur, and Tommy were in a separate voice channel. When you joined, you were startled by Tommy’s loud screaming and Wilbur’s hysterical laughter. 

“WILBUR YOU PRICK WHY THE FUCK DID YOU DO THAT I WORKED SO HARD GETTING THAT NETHERITE!” 

They were interrupted by a knock on Tommy’s door, “Tommy for the love of god it’s almost eleven at night kiddo. You can keep playing but please just keep it down.”

“SORRY DADZA!”

“Good job dumbass,” Wilbur chuckled.

“Hey (y/n), how’re you?” Techno’s somewhat pointed voice interrupted them. “(Y/N)! Please tell Wilbur that it’s not cool to borrow my armor and ‘accidentally’ fall into a lava lake.”

“It was an accident I swear!” Wilbur’s slight chuckle told you otherwise. “Wilbur,” your croaky and wobbly voice scolded him quietly, “not cool.”

The voice channel went silent as you logged into your shared minecraft server. You immediately spawned in the main lobby at spawn that you built the last time you logged in. You got to work gathering wood for walls you were going to build around the city. You saw Techno’s character run to you and help you gather wood. 

“...You good, (y/n)?” Tommy’s voice took on an uncharacteristic level of gentleness and concern. 

“‘M fine.” 

After a while of silence, you heard keyboards start to click again. Gradually conversation started back up and everything felt lighthearted once more. Though, you only talked when you were prompted to. After gathering the correct amount of wood, you and Techno went back to your house so you could craft some slabs. However as you approached the crafting table, you passed your bed. Next to your bed was your pet dog, barking slightly and looking at you with it’s pixel eyes. 

You could feel tears well up in your eyes at the sight of the pixelated dog. With a lump forming in your throat you struggled to breathe through it, your breaths coming out shuttering. You made quick work of muting yourself on Discord and started sobbing, the white dog staring at you sitting on top of your minecraft bed. This wasn’t a panic attack, you knew that. But you still felt overcome by a massive wave of grief. 

After a bit, you saw Techno’s character pop in front of you and start hitting the air. In chat, you saw that he private messaged you ‘vc 2’

You clicked off the main voice chat and was immediately greeted by Techno’s gentle voice. “What’s goin on buddy?” He was only met with your sobs, “deep breaths.”

“I’m not having a panic attack.”

“Still, deep breaths are good. Follow me.” With that, you two worked on getting your breathing back to normal and your tears slowly stopped. The entire time he was giving you praise and gentle reassurances whenever you tried to apologize to him. By the time you stopped crying you felt almost completely drained. 

“You okay now?” You hummed in confirmation, too tired to say anything. “Thank you Tech, I-I’m sorry-”

“Stop apologizing for feeling emotions. They’re one hundred percent valid… Do you feel comfortable telling me what happened?”

“I…” You trailed off as you couldn’t bring yourself to say the words out loud. “You don’t have to tell me, ya know.” Technoblade gently reminded you.

“I’ll PM it to you.” With that, you PMed him on minecraft explaining that your dog died this morning. “Fuck, I’m so sorry (y/n). I’m sure he isn’t suffering anymore. Did- did they ever find out what caused the seizures?”

“No, but… he had tons of health issues that I’m glad he doesn’t have to deal with anymore.” 

“Do you wanna talk about the good times with him with Wil and Tommy? If you don’t want to we can just talk about them here.”

“Let’s rejoin the main voice channel.”

“Hey (y/n), how’re you doing?” Wilbur gently asked you. “I’m alright, do- do you guys know what happened?” They both said yes. Technoblade must’ve told them what was happening.

“(Y/n) come outside. We built something for you.” Tommy was uncharastically gentle. 

When you moved to go outside of your minecraft house and Wilbur and Tommy led you to an empty spot in the city you four were building, you stopped in your tracks. In front of you built in various types of stone was a dog statue. In front of it stood a sign that read ‘in loving memory of (dog name)’.

“We aren’t done with it, but we can finish it in a couple of hours,” Wilbur mumbled into the microphone. 

“No, it’s perfect as it is. I don’t know what to say guys…”

“You don’t have to say anything, just know that we’re here for you.” Tommy said, his minecraft character walking over to your own and hitting you. 

“Oi, don’t hit them!” Techno punched him back and that started an all out brawl between the two. It quickly ended when Techno pulled out his fully enchanted netherite sword named ‘Orphan Obliterator’. 

“Get fucked, nerd.” You could just tell Tommy was holding in screaming at his brother. “I’m not the nerd here, you’re the one that reads for fun.” Tommy retorted. You heard shuffling on Techno’s end and him walking away from his PC. You were about to ask what was happening before you heard Tommy silently scream in terror. “Oh fuck he’s coming!” You assumed that Tommy ran to lock his door. Not long after that you heard a knock, “I just wanna talk.”

“No! You-”

“I just wanna talk.”

“Let him talk, Tommy!”

“NO WILBUR.”

You heard Philza’s groggy muffled voice, “it is midnight on a Friday. I don’t care what happens or who fights who, just do it in your own rooms and do it quietly.” 

“Sorry Dad,” you heard Techno’s retreating steps before he returned to his chair. “You’re a douche, Technoblade.” 

“I just wanted to talk, Tommy.” At that, Techno started beating Tommy to death once more. Each time he would kill Tommy, he would give Tommy a small head start before he would find him again. While this was happening, Wilbur PMed you ‘wanna prank Tommy and Techno? I’m thinking we put chickens under their houses’.

You looked at his player and nodded. You and Wilbur got to work luring chickens into holes you dug around their bases and burying them so that they were close enough to hear, but deep enough for it to be mildly inconvenient finding them. After you two were done with that, you met at spawn again.

“Techno stop killing Tommy. We want to tell stories about (dog name).” You saw Techno’s character sprint to your group and Tommy’s come up from a hole in the ground. “I was just about to find him.”

“Thank you! God, I hate it when he does that.”

The rest of the night you four spent reminiscing on the funny things that (dog name) did over the years. At some points you even laughed along with them. After you told them that you wanted to take your senior pictures with him, Techno offered to edit him into your photos. You didn’t know when you passed out but when you woke up, you had a crick in your neck and your PC monitor was off. You could hear three sets of soft snoring on the other end of the call. You felt yourself drifting off to their gentle breathing and smiled slightly; with them, everything felt better. 

[wikipedie]

I am going to add some Heartstopper thoughts, tagged as #heartstopper spoilers as well

First of all, this is one of my...I don't know, I don't want to say favourite only because it doesn't seem fitting, it doesn't seem enough. It's one of my soul shows. I cannot explain it in any other way. I cried when Tara and Darcy kissed at the party, and there were rainbows around them and Nick was looking at them mesmerized and with such yearning and I felt that. I felt the jealousy and yearning of wanting that too. The utter queer joy radiating in that moment and the thought of "is that even possible for me?" (Then I thought about my queer found family). I cannot describe all my emotions and thoughts as I watched that moment honestly but good for them!!

I downright sobbed when Nick came out to his mum. Full on tears, sobbing and wailing, despite having my younger sibling watching with me. (I had to fight myself to stop even for a bit and even now thinking about it makes me tear up. I will have to probably rewatch it by myself or at least in a space where I can feel safe enough to let go completely. And I know it'll never be in parents' home). I can't even talk about it I just liked everything.

I felt like Charlie's anxiety and struggles (not spoiling those who haven't read the comics but if you haven't, I recommend them) were portrayed extremely realistic and in subtle ways. I really really love how they dealt with that.

One of the thoughts that striked me as I was watching Nick confessing how much he likes Charlie, and how he would just randomly say "I like you so much!" and Charlie would remain dumbfounded is Good for him!!! He really deserves that, he really really fucking does, especially after all the bullshit with Ben. And gay boys and queer people deserve to be told "I like you so so much! You aren't a burden to me, you make my life better!"

Tara and Darcy. I have no words, quite literally all my words in my head are "fuck I can't believe this show is only 8 episodes long and they gave us so much!" True, I remained Quite A Bit ...not up to date to the comics, but I don't remember having this much background about them initially and I am just so glad that they showed more. That they're fully fledged characters with their own struggles and issues and with their own love and path. I liked to see them rely on each other and help others and they are absolutely delightful. I adore them. I've mentioned before, but their dance scene is the first that made me cry in the show and I stand by the opinion that they have one of the best dance scenes.

Elle, Elle my dear, she was absolutely delightful. I absolutely loved that her being trans wasn't a big deal in the show either. Just mentioned sometimes, and in passing, and her being trans is not the only thing about her. We literally learn she loves apple juice before we even meet her. Just...dear girl, I wish she could confess her feelings for Tao. I was so soft looking at her trying to get the words out but letting the fear get better of her. And also the way the stars reflected in her glasses as she was looking at Tao as a symbolism for being starry-eyed....Cinematopography *chef's kiss*

Tao. I wanted to hug him. (I mean to be fair I wanted to hug almost everyone). He's such a loyal, loving and dedicated friend, and he's an absolute snark king (I literally loved all of his comebacks) and a dork and just

I adore these kids. I adore Nick and Charlie. There's something almost painfully earnest about them. I simply love them.

And and and I am so proud of them. I am so proud of Charlie for standing up to Ben and telling him that Ben's issues are none of Charlie's problems and that Ben should just leave him alone. I am proud of Nick for constantly wanting to get better and learn about himself (and Charlie) and

I just can't, I really love this show to an extent that is barely explainable (despite this rant) and I just want to hug it. And to hug the characters. And someone hug me I'll cry again

[spidernerdsblog]

Don’t you love me?

A/N: Ok first of all my apologies for being so late was really caught up with my exams and other stuff. Tried my best to do justice with your request. Hope you like it.

Can you do a Peter Parker x reader where Peter already lost his virginity at some point but the reader is virgin and it’s her first time? Basically soft considerate Peter checking to make sure she’s not in pain and being really big on consent, like, she has to verbally say yes because he doesn’t want to violate her in anyway, like literally even having his hands anywhere on her, even if it’s just around her shoulder, he’ll check to make sure she’s okay first. Probably starting out watching a movie on Peter’s bed (like lotr or The Hobbit, I have a head canon that he loves those movies) Requested by : @tom-holland-gives-me-seratonin 

Pairing : Peter Parker (aged up) x reader

Warnings : 18+, SMUT, mature content

You met Peter Parker in the first year of your Uni. Both of you were pursuing your Bachelors in Biophysics from the prestigious Empire State University. For you his first impression was that of a cute awkward nerd in thick rimmed specs who got all nervous around women. But something of him intrigued you especially when he sometimes used to mysteriously disappear in thin air without any clue. Like one time when your biology teacher turned villain Prof Miles Warren aka The Jackal unleashed his spiderman clones in the world. Peter was the first one to disappear from campus and within seconds Spiderman appeared to save the day. 

You only got to know him better when you were paired with him for a research project. You had to work with him to find out the biochemical composition of a substance. First it was all professional between you but slowly you started to grow feelings for each other. Small talks led to dates and then a full fledged relationship. You were still oblivious of his alter ego but that was a matter of time when one night you heard a knock on your window and you were shocked to find a red and blue spandex suit clad none other than your friendly neighborhood Spiderman. He seemed to be badly wounded and once he took the mask off to reveal who he was underneath you were exhilarated with the fact that it was your sweet nerdy boyfriend. That night he had come to tell you that you both can't be together because of the dangerous life he leads. And he doesn't want to lose you just like he lost Gwen who became the collateral damage of his fight with Electro. Instead you made it clear that in no means you are going to leave him. He needs someone to take care of him and you want to be that person in his life. From then there was no looking back for you two. 

You were happy and cherished every moment you got to spend with Peter. He was the sweetest and kindest person you have ever met. You always felt a thrill around him now that you know about his secret identity but you wanted that same thrill in your love life too to be specific your sex life. You have been in a relationship for one and a half years now but you never got to the sexy part. Whenever you used makeout and things got a little heated he used to back out immediately in spite of painful strain in his pants. You could feel he was holding back for some reason you don't understand. 

Sometimes you thought maybe you were the problem because you were a virgin inexperienced. You knew about his past relationships with Gwen and MJ maybe he doesn't find you that attractive. You tried dropping hints occasionally grinding on to him while sitting on his lap kissing him or intentionally touching him on his crotch but he never used to pick up on it or straight away ignored them. But now you are desperate now if he doesn't make a move you surely will. You don't want to die a virgin. 

It was a lovely evening May was out of town so you came over at Peter's to spend the night with him. You were snuggled close to Peter on the couch practically laying over him watching one of his all time favorite The Hobbit his hand wrapped around you drawing lazy circles on your skin. Your eyes were trained on the TV screen, eyebrows knitted in a frown as you gnawed your lower lip. Peter noticed that and he knew you only did that when something is bothering you. 

"What's wrong babe?" He asked sweetly like all the time he does. 

''Huh?" You were snapped out of your daze. 

"Nothing Peter." You replied dryly. 

"C'mon don't lie to me I know something is bothering you." You sat up on the couch and looked at him carefully before straight away asking

"Peter don't you love me?" Peter was taken aback at your sudden question. 

"What? No, Y/N what made you think that? Did I do something wrong? Oh is it for me not showing up for the presentation with you. I'm so sorry Y/N but I had to go on that mission the Avengers needed me. I promise this will never happen again." He continued rambling which melted your heart at how pure and innocent he was and now you started feeling guilty for making him feel like that. 

"Hey, ssh, ssh.." You sit up on your knees cradling his face with your hands bringing him close to your chest. He stopped rambling, nuzzling his face into your warm chest. 

"I'm not mad at you for ditching me at the presentation though I was a little at first." You shrugged 

"But that's ok I made peace with that a long time ago because with great powers comes great responsibilities." you chuckled making Peter smile but he still wasn’t convinced.

"Then what is it darling?" He nudged you. You gathered all your courage taking a deep breath and shut your eyes close before blurting out. 

"I want to have sex Peter! I know it was a little straight forward from me but Peter we have been together for more than a year and I love to spend my time with you, cuddle you to sleep, making out on a lazy Sunday morning but I want more. And every time things start going there you back off leaving me high and dry. You ranted. 

"Oh" that was the only reaction Peter gave you after your nearly one minute rant. 

"I don't want to sound pushy. I know I'm a virgin not as experienced like you and maybe not as attractive like your previous girlfriends. But I want to do it with you, I want you to be my first." You continued with your rant.

"Hey, hey…" he sat on his knees cupping your face with his large calloused palms. 

"I'm so sorry Y/N for making you feel like that. Believe me you are the most beautiful and smart woman I have ever met in my life." 

"You know with this superstrength and my heightened senses I sometimes can't trust myself. What if I get too carried away and end up hurting you? And the last thing I want is to hurt you Y/N." his gaze dropped to his lap. 

"Hey look at me" you placed your hands on both sides of his face making him look at you. 

"You. Can. Never. Hurt. Me. Do you understand?" you said gazing firmly into his eyes. He nodded, smiling and sealed his lips to yours. The kiss grew heavier as he pushed you back making you lay down on your back on the couch. His lips never left yours, you slightly parted your lips allowing him to slip his tongue inside your mouth. His hands went under your sweatshirt drawing lazy patterns on your skin gently tugging onto it. You broke off the kiss trying to catch your breath and got up a little as Peter helped you to pull off your sweatshirt revealing your lacy bra. 

He slotted himself between your legs and you wrapped them around his hip out of instinct. Peter kissed your cheeks slowly. You tilted your head a little as he dragged his lips down your neck, nose brushing against your flushed skin as he left butterfly kisses all over your exposed skin.

"Let me show you how much I love you." His glanced up to you voice low which sent shivers right down to your core. 

He moved down further leaving a trail of wet kisses along the valley of your breasts as he pulled down your bra and latched on to one of your nipples sucking on to it gently, his other hand fondling with your other breast. You moaned as your nipples felt sensitive under his touch. Your fingers tangled with his soft brown curls as he licked and gently nipped on to your skin. His hand went to your back unclasping your bra as you slid it and threw it away. Your hands tugged on to his shirt he took the que and took it off. A light gasp escaped from you at the sight of his taut abdomen muscles as you ran your hands gently over them encircling your hands around his neck pulling him down to kiss him again. He then crawled down placing soft kisses along the way from your chest to your naval and pulled down your sleep shorts. He felt himself twitch at the sight of seeing you all soaked up for him. 

"Who made you this wet babe?" He asked you teasingly running a finger through your clothed heat

"You Petey." You whimpered, biting your lower lip. Oh that pet name from your mouth did things to him as he felt himself grow painfully hardert in his sweatpants. He hooked his fingers to the waistband of your panties and looked up to you eyes seeking permission. You nodded to tell him to go on. He peeled them off you. You felt a little intimidated as you closed your legs a little before Peter stopped you. 

"Don't be shy darling,you have no idea how pretty you are." He praised which made your cheeks turn to the brightest shade of pink. He spread your legs wide and ran his finger through your slick folds you let out a whimper at his touch. He brought his finger coated with your wetness to his mouth and sucked on it. 

"You taste so sweet babe can't wait to taste more of you." He leveled his face to your soaking core placing butterfly kisses on your inner thighs making you squirm. Finally he decided to pay attention to the place where you needed him the most. Peter hooked his arms to your thighs and placed a soft kiss on your heat and you felt like your whole body combust into flames. He licked a long, bold stripe through your slit as you gasped loudly. You  moaned as he sucked on to your bundle of nerves flicking it with his tongue.

"Shit! Peter this feels so good!" Peter smirks against your heat delving into you as if you were his last meal.

He inserts a finger inside you and begins pumping it in and out of you simultaneously sucking on to your clit. Your body arched when he added another finger. His long slender fingers hitting all the right spots inside you as Peter felt your legs tremble in pleasure. Your hands went on to grab his hair tugging on it as his groaned face nuzzled into your heat. He lapped up all your juices. You felt yourself reaching the edge as a tight knot started to grow in your stomach clenching around his fingers.

"Let go Y/N I got you." He coaxed you curling his fingers inside you and you felt the coil snap as you orgasmed incoherently moaning his name. Peter worked you out through your high. He pulled away and slowly crawled up to you. 

"You okay?" You hummed in reply still coming down from your high. He kissed you and you tasted yourself on his lips. 

"Y/N you have to promise me if at any moment you feel like it's too much you will stop me ok?" 

"Yes Peter I'll."

He got up and went to fetch a condom. He got rid of his pants and boxers and your eyes went to his throbbing length. You felt a little jittery as you were lying down on the couch in anticipation of what was going to happen next. 

"It's rude to stare, you know." He quipped, you rolled your eyes.

He pumped himself a few times before tearing the foil and rolling the condom over his length and got on top of you propping himself on his forearms. 

"It's going to hurt a little, I'll go slow don't worry." He brushed his tip on your folds spreading your wetness, then slowly guided himself inside you. You winced at the stinging sensation squeezing your eyes shut when you felt his tip stretching you open, your hands grabbed on to his biceps tightly. Peter’s eyes were trained on you as soon as he noticed your painful expression he stilled himself completely pulling out of you. 

"Are you okay? Did I hurt you? I'm so sorry Y/N." He asked with a worried face and it made you fall in love with this man all over again making you forget all your pain. 

"It's ok Peter, I'm fine. Just you know you are a little big for me. You said coyly.

"Okay I have an idea" he sat up on the couch leaning his back on the backrest of the couch as you sat up on your knees. He pulled you into his lap placing your legs on both sides of his thighs straddling him. He slowly guided you to position your and lower yourself onto his shaft. 

"Just relax, take your time baby. I’m here for you." He reassured you. You went down carefully taking your time accommodating him inside you. You both let out a moan when he completely filled you up stretching your walls. You stayed like that for a while letting yourself adjust to him. 

"Fuck! You're so tight baby, I’m not gonna last long" he whispered brushing his lips against your ear making you shudder. He slowly guided you to lift your hips on and off him. 

You caught on to the rhythm and began to move up and down on your own, riding him at a slow pace. Your palms placed flat on his chest the faint stinging sensation fading away as little waves of  pleasure took over you making you moan softly. Peter hesitantly placed his hands on your waist trying not to grip on it too hard. 

"It's okay Pete you can hold me I'm not made of glass, I will not break so easily." You chuckled. He wrapped his arm around your waist and another hand went to your face brushing away the hairs falling on your face. You began to pick up speed, your hips rolling onto his shaft harder and faster, beads of sweat forming on your bodies, your breasts rubbing against his muscular chest. You pressed your forehead to his closing your eyes starting to feel a little tired. Peter noticed that and held on to your hips stilling you at your place as he bucked his hip thrusting deep inside you hitting your g spot. 

"Oh Pete right there!" you moaned. Peter began thrusting inside you with a new vigor as you clenched hard around him feeling the coil tighten inside you again. You were a moaning and panting mess by now your head dropped to the crook of his neck nibbling on to his smooth skin. 

"You’re gonna cum for me darling?'' You could only nod in reply.

"Then cum for me, let me see my baby fall apart on my cock." A few more deep thrusts and you felt your walls pulsate as you came all over him. His thrusts grew sloppier as he chased his own high. You felt him twitch inside you and with a final thrust he was soon spilling inside the condom. You collapsed on top of him, face nuzzled into the crook of his neck, feeling exhausted from the speed and intensity of the deed you just engaged in.

"Wow" you said in between erratic breaths. 

"You did so well babe." he mumbled, kissing your hairline while caressing your sweaty back with his hand as you both came down from your own highs. A few seconds passed before you finally sat up and lifted yourself off him. His hair was a mess, his soft brown eyes staring at you intently before lifting his hand to your cheek brushing his thumb on your cheekbone. 

''You're so beautiful."

"Shut up" you felt shy under his gaze as you lightly slapped on his chest and rested your head against his broad chest again. 

"I love you" you mumbled, closing your eyes listening to his slow and steady heartbeat. 

"I love you too" he wrapped you in his arms sighing with content. 

[zengeko]

Movie nights with the aot characters

Genre: Fluff

Characters: Jean, Connie, Sasha, Levi, Hange, Erwin, Mikasa, Armin, Eren

Levi

One word: Tea

most definitely makes tea for the two of you

he has to pick the movie

says your suggestions are “dumb”

will comment on the characters behavior from time to time (but usually just silently judges them in his mind)

quiet for a majority of the movie,, but it’s comfortable silence

smiles to himself when you fall asleep on his shoulder

will gently stroke your hair when you rest your head on his lap

8/10 experience

would be a 10 if he wasn’t so moody all the time (can’t blame him though)

Hange

Cue loud shouting

they will literally make loud outbursts throughout the movie when something peaks their interest

“Did ya see what just happened (y/n)!!!”

holds onto the side of you for no apparent reason

random forehead kisses

spills popcorn everywhere (like why)

rants about how much they liked/disliked the movie afterwards

you two will probably fall asleep on the couch

7/10 experience

love the quality time,, but why’re you so loud?

Erwin

your comfortability is his #1 priority

lots of blankets, and cuddles

will definitely let you choose the movie

talks about what he would do if he were in the characters positions

likes romcoms,, he’s a big softy

for some reason he hates horror movies,, it’s not evident but you can tell

if he likes the movie he will recommend you watch it together again somewhere down the line

might fall asleep ngl

10/10 experience

Mikasa

like levi she’s quiet for most of the movie

save the occasional “are you ok?” or murmur under her breath

doesn’t really care if you choose the movie or not,, she just likes spending time with you

lowkey touch deprived,, so she craves cuddles during movies but won’t ask

she might lightly nudge your side, or brush her hand against yours to hint at it

literally shows no emotion whatsoever

like you could watch a horror movie and she’d barely flinch

or watch a sad movie and she wouldn’t cry

kinda concerning...but she says she feels it all on the inside

9/10 experience

-1 because she brung up eren again

Armin

vv awkward at first

like erwin he wants to make sure you’re 100% comfortable before starting the movie

will agree to watch literally anything you recommend

he likes watching documentaries

blushing the whole time,, nods feverishly when you ask if he’s ok

super adorable

constantly asks if you’re alright

explains the whole movie night in detail to eren and mikasa the next day

9/10 experience

he thinks too much...it’s cute tho

Eren

lazy...

if you have a movie night together you best believe he’s not moving a muscle the whole time

he won’t even get up to use the bathroom,, says he doesn’t want to miss anything

he also might fall asleep

it’s unlikely tho because he’ll make you watch an action or thriller movie every time

the types of movies that keep him on the edge of his seat

doesn’t want to stop

you’ll be on the 3rd movie,, and he just sits there like “so....another one?”

it’s like an annual thing btw

he will pull you aside every Saturday to watch movies with him all night

doesn’t take no for an answer

8/10 experience

eren please go use the bathroom

Connie

Did you say pillow fort?

“Are you 5??”

“It’ll be fun!!”

finds every blanket and pillow available,, and makes a fort out of them

makes you recite a password before you can enter

something along the lines of “Jingle-bells, sasha smells, jean looks like a horse”

n e wayss

misses like half the movie due to bathroom breaks

loves comedies, i mean have you seen him

oml...please don’t watch sad movies with him,, he will make jokes at the worst times

holds competitions to see who can stay awake the longest, or who’ll laugh/cry first

he’s a goofball

10/10 experience

he makes you feel like a kid again

Sasha

food.

do I even need to explain

you’ll have to do a full fledge shopping spree before hand

Popcorn? check, Candy? check, Soda? check, Nachos? Check

ok we’re good for now

be prepared to feast lol

what can I say? the girl loves to eat

doesn’t really care what movie you watch, as long as she has her popcorn

always leaning on you somehow

like personal space? what’s that??

she’s also kinda loud

sobs during romance movies, screams during horror movies

very spontaneous

will fall asleep after eating everything

7/10 experience

she just doesn’t like to share

Jean

this mf

he’ll be like “oh you wanna watch a movie with me??”

Tries to act nonchalant but his facade doesn’t really hold up

it’s hilarious

encourages you to get closer to him,, then malfunctions when you actually do it

opts for you to choose the movie 90% of the time because he thinks he’ll embarrass himself

will hold you while watching horror movies (even though he’s lowkey scared himself)

likes those corny hallmark romance movies for some reason

really needs the quality time tbh

8/10 experience

stop being so flirty if you can’t handle the reciprocation

[reduxed]

PROS TO DATING RED:

even if he doesn’t say so, he’ll actively demonstrate that a day doesn’t pass where you’re not on his mind. i.e., when he’s not local, he’ll text you scenic photos so you can still share the same beautiful sights and come back with the most sentimental souvenirs one can conceive. when he is local, he’ll forego texts altogether and stop by just to say good morning.

you’ll be the first person he runs to when he makes a new discovery. grabbing your hand and tugging you off to show you is a definite and extremely adorable possibility.

he’ll come to know things about you that you won’t until he points it out because he’s that attentive to your reactions, behaviors and body language.

he’s the excellent listener of legend. if you tell him you need to talk, rant, vent... whatever it is! he will give you his utmost. and without judgement, too. validate you on your interests. reassure you that the bad times will pass. hold up a pillow so you can punch it. anything you need!

his pokémon will adore you by virtue of the fact that you make him so happy. except maybe meganium. she’ll probably be jealous. but she’ll come around, if you afford her your patience and time.

stamina allowing, he’ll start to talk around you when you’re alone. full fledged sentences! he’s that comfortable with you.

this bullet point has been redacted because it’s rated m for mway too spicy for this account.

CONS TO DATING RED:

he goes full reckless and self-sacrificial mode and sustains some kind of injury at least once a month, which i imagine would not be very good for his partner’s blood pressure.

the wanderlust, dexing and search for mew never ceases. if obligations prevent you from packing up your bags whenever red turns his attention to a new part of the globe, you’d be in a long distance relationship for half the year.

he sleeps at weird and inconsistent times, so he might be getting out of bed when you’re getting in or vice versa. could put a strain on intimacy.

if you’re set on more conventional™ dates, like eating in at fancy restaurants or going to see a movie, then you may be disappointed by his own preferences and ideas.

he sucks at saying “i love you.”

some days, sometimes FOR days, he’ll disappear without a word to anyone. it’s his own way of dealing with his depressive episodes. but seeing as he doesn’t make any attempt to communicate that, misunderstandings and hurt feelings are ripe for the picking.

pikachu is #1 in his heart so you’d have to settle for being #2.

[reonagisolos]

yknow, i love jaya and all, but the writing for them hurts me so badly because they do nya so dirty and I'm like NO so here are some of the changes I'd make without jeapordizing the actual plot (from the perspective of someone who watched from s1-7, sort of a rewrite? But not really. Just this one pet peeve I have with the writing here, from someone who loves drama but hates lobe triangles 🤟)

-The love triangle has to go away. i hated watching any type of moment with that cause it felt so forced like..Why would you do that?

-Instead of that, I'd rather have it first establish whether or not the feelings from jay to nya and vice versa were mutual. I'm sure it is and honestly I wish the triangle never existed but if I'd rather have it happen in some other way, I'd honestly want other characters to push it, instead of nya herself. It doesn't even need to be a full fledged arc, just something that happens for one season but affects how she acts in the future

-Doesn't make sense? Let me explain. It's especially apparent in s6 but nya? Yeah she's a GIRLBOSS who can STAND ON HER OWN!! I'd find it more interesting for a reinforcement to her character if she was suddenly pressured by the students or maybe by the other ninja that hey~ since an ai is all powerful and such, maybe they'd tease her about it, pretend like there's something there when there clearly isnt.

-she'd be mad of course (someone on some other post about doing nya dirty said something along the lines of objectifying her as some trophy and honestly I agree but we'll touch on that again later) but let's get to jay and cole.

-Jay, first and foremost, would definitely be overprotective of nya, in the way that kai would be as a naturally overprotective brother, and would likely misinterpret said teasing into cole actually being a "love rival" to him, which obviously isn't going to be his intent cause he's his friend and understands that jay really likes nya, BUT realistically, he'd question their friendship a little because while yes, nya is friends (jay idk man?) with the both of them, he's hurt that he'd be so defensive and angry about something so silly.

-Anyway they would definitely fight about this the same way it happened in canon (and ends about the same way in canon) because man for people who monologue a lot they can't with feelings and probably cope with it the same way.

-Post s3 and into s4, I feel as if their friendship would be even more strained than in canon (One because in this au I want to at least have a year of mourning for their dead friend like cmon) and they'd fight a LOT (moreso because of the instability of their feelings because of zane's death) with cole, it'd be how he made it look like he didn't care for their friend's death plus some leftover feelings from the nya thing.

-For jay, (god let me have enough energy to finish ranting about this because I love him) I see him as the kind of guy that'd carry guilt with him about past shit all the time because he thinks too much when he's alone. (which is a lot at this point) Now, he tends to think very quickly without thinking things through, mainly because stress builds up quickly and he has to do it now or never (kind of like the nature of his power) but when he has time to think he goes very far with it. It's muddles those thoughts of his, cause its been a while since he's talked to any of the other ninja, but he would probably realise on how stupid he was on being unnecessarily protective of nya (of course a little before climax when they had a moment to talk alone she'd tell him about this and boundaries, but he'd mainly kept it on the back burner, definitely staying away more, but sometimes overstepping it) so becuase of that he becomes way more withdrawn—Which shows when he meets the other ninja again for retrieving zane.

okay gonna give you a breather for a moment cause as you can see i yell a lot

-Back to that, it would likely be about the same from there, except cole would be talking a lot more than jay would be, instead showing mostly empty insults and glaring (at least until the the bruise battle which would happen in about the same way tbh)

And anyway, long story short since this was supposed to be about nya, and the end of arc 1 rewrite, they make up and post s4 but a bit before s5, they talk and become good friends again, enough so that they even joke about their stupid rivalry, to the relief of nya becuase damm. those boys stupid but you gotta love em

ANYWAY BACK TO NYA BECAUSE YEAH I NEED MORE WORDS FOR HER

First of all, I don't actually mind the jay seeing into the future and jaya and stuff and making it stupidly obvious he likes her, however...I would've loved if nya actually kept the thing about them being just friends for the rest of the season and a little after (with little moments here and there, but nothing more than platonic in terms of canon) because m/f relationships are fun and cute and while the basis for jaya is definitely there I want more development then maybe some questioning of feelings and then boom after the halfway point of that they come to a conclusion

(It's one of the reasons why I bruiseshipping)

That tea scene where she drops jay into the traveler's tea portal is a decent example of that. Though I wish there was less monologue in that scene cause it dragged on and shouldn't have been so long in a high tension scene where they try to decide who goes in, just one powerful line from her then drop him.

Also I want more moments where nya ripped the dress apart or something with either a weapon nearby or her definitely high power water jets to tear it a bit so she could fight better and kick jin (gin?) butt

or just more scenes of her fighting/training with samurai x or her herself prior to learning about her being the water ninja but if you wanna see that go see my shitty tags ig

okay I'm done now

[stubbedbakutoes]

Get a Clue

In which Bakugou only smiles around the people he wants to be around, and his girl (y/n) isn't one of them, especially the man who's hitting on her.

pairing: asshole!bakugou x fem reader

word count: 1.6k

genre: angst, lovers to enemies

masterlist

The car had a tense atmosphere. After one hour into their two hour drive up to their mutual friend Todoroki's wedding, Bakugou and (y/n) hadn’t spoken to each other once, his attention being kept on the road, whilst hers was on the phone in her hands.

“Useless fucking GPS.” Irritation pricked at him as he took a U-turn when they reached a dead end.

“It said to take a left, then a right.” She stated, rolling her eyes in the process.

“And look where it got us.” Rage churned inside of him.

“You took two lefts.” She indicated, glancing over at him just in time to chuckle at him taking notice of his mistake since he swallowed down his frustration.

“Thanks.” He deadpanned, not sounding even an ounce grateful.

//

They had only been in the reception of the wedding for half an hour when (y/n) noticed Bakugou start to fidget beside her and unnecessarily tap his fingers on the table as if he was counting down the minutes until he could get home.

“Listen to the best man's speech, will you?” She whispered.

“Is it possible for you to go at least two minutes without being annoying?” Bakugou rolled his eyes.

“Is it possible for you to go at least two minutes without that snarl on your face?” (y/n) retorted, “You have a pretty smile, you should show off those teeth more often.”

“I smile around people I want to be around.”

“Oh c'mon, your best friend is getting wedded!” She giggled, moving her chair closer to whisper. “That lady seated across us may look frightening but she's got a big personality and that guy who accidentally stepped on your foot is probably really sweet too-“

“I was talking about you.” His frustration kicked in.

“M-me?” She stuttered, not expecting that from him at all despite his provocative attitude ever since she stopped by his house earlier morning to drive them here.

“Yes, you.” He spoke slowly, as if he was talking to a kid. “You give me an actual headache when you talk. I thought I made that clear. Wake up, get a clue!“

He held up a finger to indicate he wasn't quite done yet. “And I’m not smiling if I want to, it's not as if I’m making the guests tremble with fear. They always seem to choose me over you and, to be straightforward, I don’t blame them because you're so tiring to be with.”

Ouch. That stung. She took a second to sort through her rapidly moving thoughts. "I thought things were going g-great."

Bakugou let out the fakest laugh ever. "Real low, (y/n)."

"Why the fuck are we even together anymore?!" Y/N eventually whisper-yelled, throwing her hands up in exasperation.    

"Fuck knows why," he practically spat. "I wouldn't even give a shit if you left."   

She was at loss for words, opening and closing her mouth and blinking back the tears she could feel stinging her eyes. She quickly and quietly picking her things up because she no longer had to be here.

"Where – " Bakugou sighed, shutting his eyes and throwing his head back slightly as he groaned. "Where are you going, (y/n)?" He asked tiredly, looking back at the woman in question.     

"Why do you care?" (y/n) scoffed, still seated. "You don't want to be around me anyway, right? You want me to take a hint, right?" She mocked. "So...I’m leaving. Leaving, as in— leaving. I’m done. I’m finished, I can’t—” she shook her head. “I’m done. We’re over.”

Bakugou turns to look at her, an almost unimpressed look on his face. “... Okay. And?” He had a sinister smile on his face. “We were never going to last. You’re just— not good enough for me.”

The Bakugou she fell in love with is now nothing but a stranger to her.

//

(y/n) was in a little black dress that flaunted off her legs with just the right amount of cleavage. Hair's let down, styled carefully, make-up done up as best as she could. (y/n)'s already normally usually feeling like she wasn't good enough for anyone, so having someone she loved with all heart point it out made her feel miserable because tonight was supposed to be different since she actually felt confident and comfortable in her own skin for the first time in ages.

It's been an hour since she broke it off with Bakugou. Sobbing silently, (y/n) headed to the wedding's open bar instead, ordering a beer. It was a cheap brand so it tasted like shit but she drank it anyway, knowing that she'd have to borrow money from Bakugou in order to get herself something more expensive. She mentally scolded herself for thinking of him, causing her to curse loudly at herself.

A soft chuckle from beside her made her jump, and she's met with the sight of a very attractive dark-haired man, maybe a year or two older than herself.    

"Can I buy you something else? Doesn't sit right on the tongue, doesn't it?" He nodded over to the glass bottle she's got her fingers wrapped around.   

Y/N smiled, shaking her head lightly, "Doesn't really matter, as long as it eases the pain" she shrugged a shoulder.    

The man pulled a face, "It's still pretty terrible."  

 "... Yeah, kinda is," she answered and she's laughing lightly – the man also laughing along. "I'm, uh, (y/n), by the way," she grinned from ear to ear, offering him a hand to shake.

"I'm – " he started, but was cut off by someone clearing their throat and then there was the feel of someone wrapping their arm around Y/N's waist.   

"Don't know, don't care," Bakugou's familiar voice drifted into her ears and it's obviously him that's got his arm wrapped around her waist because no one else could immediately make her feel so warm and safe by just a simple act of love. Until an hour ago, that is. So she physically restrained herself from leaning into his touch and slid away from his hold.  

The stranger cleared his throat awkwardly, eyeing Bakugou for a brief moment before backing down and stepping away because Bakugou's glaring at him so hard that even someone innocent would feel guilty for no reason whatsoever.

Y/N slid her gaze over to him and Bakugou's still glaring at the direction in which the man's just walked away, so she huffed in frustration and crossed her arms across her chest as she stared him down.  

"What the fuck was that?" Y/N practically hisses. Who is he to chase off the guy that she'd just been talking with when he was off breaking her heart just an hour before? He's no one, that's who.   

"I want to marry you." Bakugou's voice is low as he speaks, eyes narrowing down on Y/N as she stares up at him defiantly. "I mean it...really."

"I want to burn the image of when I first see you in a dress, the way I cry and how I couldn’t stop crying afterward, and how I feel both embarrassed and glad for my crying, embarrassed because I’m a man and crying in public is still hard, and glad because it means something when you cry on your wedding day. And the way I lift our clasped hands after we're announced, and how I feel accomplished in life, something in between 'We did it,' and, 'Holy Shit this is actually happening.' and-" he cut himself off, not because he was done with his rant.

But because he was crying. He was actually full-fledged crying, tears streaming down either sides of his cheeks and his nose was reddening from sniffling too much. She took a step forward, and Bakugou didn't see her move, because he was so preoccupied with wiping at his eyes – as though to get rid of any evidence that he'd been crying.    

"Fuck off," She nearly laughed out. “That’s not what you were saying an hour ago.”

“I know that but I didn’t mean it, you know I didn’t.”

“Do I?” She looked up to find he was avoiding her intimidating gaze. “Because whoever that was who pushed me out and tried to imply I was a nuisance is certainly not the man I plan to get along with, let alone marry.”

“No. No, I-I’m just. You know I love you. You know I want to— I want this. You know that you mean the fucking world to me, you always have, you always will. I just— I was mad at myself because— I saw, fucking firsthand, how many people want you, and how you could have anyone, but then— you— you’re with me. The quick-tempered asshole, and—” He stopped, figuring his words are all but making sense to her, chest heaving up and down rapidly like he had just been running kilometers at a time. His eyes are still wide, maybe even a little crazed. 

She stayed completely silent. 

All she did was stare at him, breathing almost as heavily as he was. But her ears rang with his words and God, she wanted to walk away so badly—but she doesn’t think she's physically capable of doing so from the boy that she was sure she's going to never stop loving because she's whipped for the guy. Feeling's mutual though, since (y/n) had his heart in the palm of her hands and she wasn't even aware of it because all he did was make her feel like he's leagues above her and it's such a shitty feeling.

Bakugou was the first to break the silence. “I’m begging you, (y/n)” Bakugou nearly whispered out, eyes a shade of stained glass. "If you want to walk out right now, not even be near me, I’ll understand. But— fuck. Please don’t leave me for good. Please let me make up for my shortcomings as your boyfriend, and hopefully— hopefully — as your husband and...the dad of our future children."

[mrskurono]

ok i’ve been having this thought for the longest time and since we’re talking about nanami and gojou (kinda?) now i’ll just say it. the people who think nanami is daddy are the same people who think gojou is daddy too. like firstly, there’s not a single “daddy” bone in gojou’s body. like that man gives me slinky vibes he’s so tall and long and a full fledged b r a t. other than that he’s literally like that weird uncle that brings back trinkets from his trips around the world and then one day he suddenly disappears which leads u and ur dad to have to go on a journey to find him and uncover secrets- im definitely describing a movie here idk what movie tho. moving on nanami. this mf is literally so fucking tired of life u think he wanna come home and have to be in control again???? nah he prolly into some kinky bdsm shit that forces him to surrender control and have him admit his deepest desire or smth. prolly loves getting pegged too i sense it.

- 🪢 this is just a rant because i’m tired of seeing daddy dom gojou and nanami. also pls tell me u received an ask from me a bit ago about some sappy shit i guess idk :/ because i sent it the same time my wifi was acting up so i don’t know if it actually sent ;(

BC IM NICE AND I HAVE SOME CHOICE WORDS ON THE MATTER (I mean not like rude or anything, this is just something that bothers me about the fandom) I’LL PUT IT UNDER THE CUT BC HUN DO I GOT A LOT TO SAY ABOUT SLINKY MAN OK

If you don’t like sub!Gojo or sub!Nanami don’t read

Gojo is such a fluid, fuck anything unless it fucks me first kind of character that it’s like no one sees that and all they see is “uwu tall” Which, ok he isn’t even that tall. Everyone in my family is bare minimum of 6 ft. He’s a scrawny shit that the moment I sit on him he’s gonna break. (If my size kink is gonna be activated the “conventional way” then my god they gotta be 6′4 at least and stocky, looking at you Kindaichi jfc he makes me feel small asdfghjkl panties moistened) But like Gojo is so fruity and snarky you choke him once and guarantee he’s gonna cream in his pants. Geto was clearly the dom in that dynamic (Geto, though I am mad at him, has slightly dom points. That I cannot budge on he is one of the few jjk characters I will allow dom points for) 

Gojo literally looks to get yelled at by Nanami on a daily basis. And take it from someone who’s kink it is to irritate people and get them to make that “Im gonna kill you face” (my poor wife) Gojo has brat written all over his face. Given yeah he could top. Man would stick his dick in anything and get stuck with anything like that’s just his character. But daddy vibes? No. God so much no. Gojo has that freaky sex dungeon energy that he goes to on friday nights and comes home sunday not knowing what the fuck happened but his ass kinda hurts but he’s gonna do it again next weekend too.

And Nanami. Ok I get the suit thing and I get the caring dom part. Like, I’d marry him and wouldn’t mind taking care of him. Nanami deserves the world these are facts. But a hard daddy dom? No. Nanami is so fucking soft his literal character arc is about how hard things have affected him emotionally in the work force that is Jujutsu crap. He’s not gonna hurt someone. He’s not gonna be that “dom that slaps you and degrades you” Man is so fucking tired and probably wants you to hold him with his head in your lap and just like- let him suck on your fingers and play with his hair. Don’t make Nanami do hard shit he’s tired and wants to have a calm nice peaceful. He’d be totally good with scheduled sex on saturdays and then breakfast on sunday. Don’t make him some weird kinky office fantasy bc your dad worked long hours and then left your mom. Nanami is gentle and tired and sweet and sometimes too up tight so he needs to be pegged and reminded how wonderful he is. Yeah you can probably ask him to be dom, that’s what good partners do. But he’s not gonna choke you behind a fucking jamba juice and spit in your mouth. He just wants to go get bread and get a hug

Ok I think I got my ranting over. I gotta go cut down a fucking grape arbor today like fml. I can’t even make this shit up XD

[a-little-bit-of-ravioli]

What's your song for Warriors, Rav? I am intrigued.

Oh man, I don't even have to think for this one.

It is absolutely, and indisputably aLIEz, specifically this version by AmaLee.

This entire song is about war, and the challenges it puts on both the leaders and their people. It's less to do with the situation during LU, but back during HW, and that's mostly how I interpret it. I could really just copy and paste most of the lyrics and tell you exactly why and how I think they relate to Wars specifically, but I'll try to keep it to specific sections because this would be looong otherwise. And I still need to put it under a read later because it got too long, who would've guessed fjhdsglkgf -

The first verse already starts off with a very prominent,

Head to toe in vanity When those eyes in the mirror stare back at me I'm reminded that the ghost of pride is clear to see

which just screams post-Temple of Souls to me. The 'Ghost of Pride' looking back each time he looks at himself after being too cocky, after thinking he could take Cia on alone. At the same time, 'those eyes in the mirror' can also be Dark Link staying a constant fear in the back of his mind - being attacked by a mirror image of yourself is bad enough, even without being told it was born of your hubris and overconfidence. But all this is then followed up by

Wipe away the weakness Will you let those scars define you? Or will they adorn you as we carve our way to victory?

and I love the constant back and forth that keeps coming between the reminders of old mistakes but trying to move forward at the same time. That there's no point in wallowing in the past, you need to press on, keep fighting, because war doesn't stop and wait for you.

I SAY CRIER I SAY LIAR I SAY RISE IN HELL I am just about to BURST as they say... WAR I'LL WAGE WAR I HATE WAR

I need to point out how hard this chorus hits for me. Crier, Liar - The people who weep for their losses, the turncoats that betrayed their fellow soldiers. And the resignation of 'I'll fight this war because it's my duty, but I can barely keep myself together' is something I always thought leads to an interesting perspective - Warriors' duty as the Hero is so different from all the others'. Where they had to learn to survive on their own on a perilous journey, Warriors had to fight a war. An actual, full-fledged war. I don't think this is talked about enough. I'm not trying to make light of anything the others did, because Hylia knows they suffered through terrible hardships. But there's something different about war and all it brings. Different horrors. And this song is melodic but also hard-hitting enough for most of that to come across, and it's why I can't help but connect it with him.

Hold my ground, all I got now But I'm defenseless, all but helpless if it gives beneath my feet I turn from the mirror - that desperate plea I refuse and can't believe those eyes belong to me

Again, more mirror symbolism, but this time it comes after the admission that whatever they gain is uncertain. Just, ugh, I love so many of these lyrics and my heart weeps whenever I connect them to our favourite pretty boy. I'm sure he's had to do things he's not proud of during the war, things he might or might not ever admit to the rest of the Chain. This is what I mean when I say it's different - there aren't really any other heroes that can directly relate (unless you put Mask into HW continuity, but even then it wasn't Mask's adventure, he wasn't the figurehead, or the one leading the efforts).

I come back to this song every time I want to get into the headspace of Warriors' experiences during the war. It was a constant companion while I wrote Iconoclasm, and probably will be for future fics as well.

Thank you so much for enabling me to rant about this song Wolf jkfshgklf I. Probably could say so much more but these are the core things I needed to explain to hopefully make you understand just a little bit of my obsession with it

[lupin72]

Chenford fic prompt-Stuck in an Elevator

For the anon who asked for a Chenford stuck in an elevator fic. Thank you for your lovely words. I hope you like it.

"One hour to go," Lucy chirped, checking the clock on the dashboard. One hour. And then she was a full fledged cop. She had almost done it.

It hadn't been the easiest two years of her life to put it lightly. She'd been kidnapped by a serial killer, her Captain had died, she'd broken up with her first serious boyfriend, her TO was shot on the first day and months later had almost died again, she'd thought she could get a disease from a used needle and her dad had ended up in the ED.

But it had no means been the worst either. 

She was still getting to work with two of her best friends and the TO, that had two years ago seemed like he was going to do his utmost best to flush her out in a week, she now counted as a friend.

It was for that reason that, despite her excitement at being qualified, a part of her was dreading it. The voice had been getting louder all day, reminding her that even though Tim had made the last three months as hard as he could (she took it as the compliment he intended and perhaps his own care for her wellbeing) she would miss being with him. His voice, despite what it often had to say, had become a constant to her. His presence at her side was a guarantee. She hadn't realized just how much she relied on him to feel safe until she was faced with the fact that tomorrow? He wouldn't be there . 

So she had done her best to drown it out. Teasing him relentlessly about how happy he must be, counting down the seconds until she was free and he got a new rookie to torture.

Tim had remained his grumpy self throughout all of it, not really quipping back as she had thought he would.

"I can tell the time Boot and you would do well to remember, you aren't done yet." He paused as a call came in for a violent disturbance at a nearby office block. Apparently a CEO wasn't taking it too well that his company was going into liquidation.

Tim told them they were on their way.

"Is it wrong I was hoping for a bit more excitement for our last call?"

"Have I taught you nothing, Boot," Tim snarled. The venom in his voice was almost akin to their first shift that Lucy wasn't sure if he was actually joking. But it was Tim, and they were working and he had been acting strange for a week and wasn't telling her why so she knew he wasn't.

"I know Sir, no easy calls," she replied before he could finish whatever rant he was gearing up for. Thankfully, the office block was round the corner or he would no doubt have continued it anyway.

They ran from the car and into the building where the receptionist informed them they should head to the 17th floor.

A small crowd waiting for the elevator parted at Tim's demand and they jumped in .

Lucy swallowed as the doors closed in front of her. The elevator music was an awkward contrast to the fast beating of her heart and their slightly heavy breaths. It was just a short sprint and there was no reason for her heart rate to be so high. Except for the tight confinement they found themselves in.

Only 17 floors, Lucy reminded herself. They would be out soon and she had to be ready for a tantrum. A quick glance to Tim confirmed his jaw was clenched and she knew that he was definitely not in the mood for her to express her need for the elevator to hurry the hell up.

She wasn't a fool. She had forced herself onto many elevator rides, promised herself that she wouldn't develop any sort of phobia. There hadn't been a ride as long as this one though and certainly not one where the tension between her fellow passenger already made the air stiffing. 

Floor 13. The door opened. Tim had his hand already on the close button as Lucy forced herself to apologize to the waiting people rather than getting off herself. The short interlude was welcome though and the daylight from the glass offices gave her some relief. It was enough for her to focus.

Just two more minutes, if that, and they would be out.

She looked up to Tim again, deciding if it was worth trying to thaw the tension just some before they had to work as a team to calm down the CEO, when suddenly the elevator went black.

And then it shuddered to a stop.

Lucy froze as she heard Tim curse from beside her and the pressing of buttons as he no doubt hit the emergency button.

It was probably lit up for situations like this, a welcome little glow in the corner no doubt. Except Lucy couldn't see it. Because she couldn't see anything but darkness. 

And her heart just about stopped.

What relief the brief stop had brought was now gone. The oxygen in the elevator dropped to nothing. She was back in the barrel. There with only darkness. The air grew thinner.

Her legs couldn't hold her up anymore and she fell to the floor. 

  "Chen!" Tim cried, "what the hell?" He dropped immediately to his knees the cry more from shock than anger. Despite how angry he had been at her just moments before. 

All day he had listened to her gloat about her dawning freedom. All day nothing but excitement at getting to be rid of him. As though she couldn't wait. As though she hated every minute of his company.

Sure that had been his plan at first. It always was with his rookies. He made them fear him to garner respect and to test just how good cops they would be. It wasn't out of cruelty or because he didn't care, he actually tended to care a lot about them, or their safety at least. After all that was his responsibility. 

And so what if he cared more about Lucy than the others, if she was the only rookie he could now call a friend. None of his rookies had been kidnapped before. Then again none of them had cried at the thought of him dying whilst sitting on the other end of the door, or recorded him books on tape to help him learn better, or talked him out of aiding his wife, or sent him food, or taken him paintballing for fun.

None of them had made him smile so much either.

And none had collapsed in a dark, broken down elevator.

"Chen can you hear me?" Tim asked, feeling around in the dark for her. He came to his senses and dug out his phone for a light. His hand it turned out was resting on her boot and she had curled herself into a ball.

"Lucy," he wasn't sure what made him say her name. He didn't call her that often. He was a professional through and through and he liked to remind himself that. Maybe at times he had to.

She didn't respond. Instead, her breaths remained loud and labored as though she was gasping for air.

The elevator wasn't large but there was more than enough oxygen and the vent made sure it would stay that way.

Tim moved his hand from Lucy's boot to her knee, the only part he could reach that felt somewhat acceptable to touch. "What's going on Boot? Talk to me." He tried to be gentle he really did  but he knew his voice, in its desperation, sounded harsh. 

He was met by silence but it gave him enough time to get his head together. And he realized what was going on for himself. 

He cursed himself for not realizing it sooner.

"Hey Lucy, its alright," his voice was thankfully softer now, to his ears anyway, "You're in an elevator with me, you're with Tim okay? You're not back there. You survived and you're safe now. We're just stuck for a minute or two and then we will be moving and going to handle that last call you've been celebrating okay?"

His words seemed to be going unheard and if anything she was getting worse.

At a loss, Tim turned to the glowing buttons. He had pressed the help call but maybe if he pressed it again he could get them help and get her out of there. His phone showed no signal.

He shifted to his weight to rise to his feet, when he felt a hand grab onto his arm.

"Tim," Lucy gasped, feebly pulling him towards her. "Don't leave me, please, please." 

"Hey," Tim immediately fell back to the ground and shuffled closer to her. "I'm not going anywhere Boot, I promise, I'm just trying to get us help." But his excuse fell on deaf ears as Lucy kept her grip on his vest firm.

"Okay, okay," Tim whispered, letting her hold him. "I'll call on the radios then alright?"

He took a few minutes to make the call, all whilst Lucy kept a tight hold on him. He didn't mention her stare, just that they needed to send the fire department to get them out and a unit to deal with the call.

He had been tempted to ask for an EMT but decided against it. He had faith .

"Tim," Lucy croaked, she was still tight in her ball but her grip on him had loosened some. "I’m sorry but can you talk to me? Please... I-"

"You don't need to explain Boot," Tim replied, he shuffled impossibly closer and, despite the voice that told him to remain professional, he wrapped his arms around her shoulders and pulled her close to his chest. Her breathing was almost back to normal but from the tilt to her voice he knew what came next. He had seen enough panic attacks in his time and was expecting the sobs that he quickly felt her begin to shake with.

"I've got you, you're safe. Just picture those drinks you'll be having when we get out of here. Karaoke I think you said? Bit of a waste of a good night if you ask me but whatever."

He got a sort of hiccup at that.

The radio crackled and the voice announced that the fire department were on their way but maintenance was already at work. As if on cue the lights flickered on.

Lucy startled at the shock and Tim blinked at the sudden light.

She looked even more frail in the dark, curled up at his side. He had always been conscious of how impossibly small she was but seeing her curled up next to him she looked tiny. "See, they'll be getting us out soon. Trust the firemen to be taking their sweet time though."

Lucy blinked at Tim's words and he watched as she opened her eyes to look up at him.

The moment their eyes met he became aware of the intimate position they were in. But he couldn't bring himself to move. He told himself it was for her sake, he could still see the fear in her eyes, but he knew it wasn't just for her. 

She terrified him.

"Hi," he whispered. It came out more like a breath.

Lucy's breathing was still jagged, he could feel it shifting her body pressed against his but she managed her first response since the lights went out, "Hi."

Tim felt himself relax at seeing her almost back to her usual self.

"Think I can go ring that help button? I really, really want to scream at someone right about now."

A smile graced her features and Tim rose at her nod. 

He got his wish and barked at a janitor to get them out. Lucy doubted it was his words, and probably just luck, but she felt the elevator judder into action and she found that she had the strength to push to her feet. 

Tim turned to look at her and gave her a strong nod which she returned. 

They didn't speak about it until they were back in the shop.

"Sorry," Lucy confessed, "I just, it was dark and I-"

"Don’t apologize," Tim answered,  well aware this was the friendliest he had been in weeks. He didn't feel bad for it, it was all part of the Tim plan, but he knew when to switch that off. It was becoming harder not to press that switch recently. He wanted to be Tim around her more than Bradford, more than Sir. Hell he wanted so much more.

"This, the sort of mental scars you can't seem to get rid of, they don't need an apology. Not to me, not unless they effect your performance on the job. And I know they won't. If we had a perp in here, I know you would have handled it.

"Still, I'll book another appointment with my therapist, talk through some stuff, I've been meaning to anyway."

It wasn't just from the kidnapping. She left that unsaid. After her breakup with Emmet, after realizing she just wasn't ready to let someone in, she had been meaning to call.

But it wasn't just that either. She needed advice on how to change that, on how to let herself be open again because she had someone in mind who she really wanted to be open with.

When he stopped being her pain in the ass superior that was.

"Thank you, Tim. For your help in there and for well, everything else too. I couldn't have asked for a better TO. "

Tim made a signature gruff sound and his gaze remained fixated on the dashboard. Lucy followed it to see what was holding his attention and realized the time.

"You're officially free of me Chen," Tim spoke, turning to look at her. "Congratulations. And if you repeat what in about to say I'll make sure you get the worst calls for the next week but, you were right in that tape of yours. You are the best I've trained. And I think I might actually miss the constant noise. "

Lucy felt tears rise to her eyes and blinked them away. She could see he was holding something back himself but she wasn't sure what. Perhaps it was the come down of adrenaline, or the excitement of graduating but her request passed her lips before she could think it through.

"You know we were planning on going for drinks after shift, Nolan Jackson and me? Well erm do, do you want to come? I think Jackson was going to say to Lopez so it doesn't have to be weird or anything and you won't have to do karaoke but I just-"

"Yeah, I'd like that." Tim put her out of her misery and cut her ramble short. "Lucy."

Lucy blinked at the way he said her name, almost intimate. It seemed to carry an extra weight somehow, it was more than just a mark of her finishing the shift.

Maybe she could find out exactly what it meant over drinks. 

[painted-crow]

Fictional double Birds, webcomics edition!

I found/rediscovered some more Bird characters for y'all~

These pals are all webcomic characters, so you can read their stories for free :D the name headers link to the first page of their respective comics!

Just a reminder, clicking the images gives you better quality and can make the text easier to read. I've put alt text on the images with the relevant info--sorry if this still isn't the most accessible post. ^^;

Henry Jekyll (The Glass Scientists)

Thanks to @aubade-things for reminding me this comic exists, and for discussing it with me! I binged the whole thing a few days ago, haha.

The Glass Scientists is a webcomic about a haven society for mad scientists, in a world that does not like them. Jekyll here is trying to keep it from falling apart, but between mad science shenanigans, plain old lack of funding, and a fellow called Hyde who is definitely not the same person, who told you that, he's... uh... struggling.

Jekyll screams Badger secondary at first, his Bird secondary is just VERY burnt.

He idealizes Badger as a huge part of how he thinks a Proper Gentleman should be, and he has this super uptight Badger performance that does noooot actually make him happy.

His primary's shaky, too, but he's working on it. This just about says it all, honestly:

Yes, that is a figment of his own imagination yelling at him for using Bird secondary to sort out a major piece of his system.

Jekyll is peak "person who looks like they have their shit together but is actually a mess underneath" and I'd be okay with him being a little less relatable thank you very much

He is slowly reclaiming his secondary though:

Sidenote: I have had almost that exact experience, about the same topic, during a period where I'd burned Bird secondary.

(Seven year old Paint was obsessed with the idea of plant medicine. You know how some kids mix up "potions" with stuff from their back yard? I wanted mine to work. I had this giant textbook about it and everything.)

Alas, remembering was less useful to me; all it really gave me was an extra uncanny experience reading this webcomic :p

Thistle (Daughter of the Lilies)

Thistle is a cinnamon roll hiding a whoooooole lot of trauma and anxiety. I'll let you find those panels for yourself, though. Instead, here she is entertaining some children with her magic:

Sometimes she sounds like a Badger primary, but she's a full-fledged Bird:

Her secondary is a little singed, too, but hers is WAY better off than Jekyll's. She's doin ok.

Spoiler warning: the current comic arc shows her face, which is a major reveal--so if you want to puzzle out what her deal is on your own, start from the beginning and avoid the front page for now ^^

She's also super relatable, but in a way that doesn't bug me. I'm trying to figure out why Jekyll does... I think it's that he's an example of a very burnt Bird secondary that looks seriously familiar to me, but his primary is unstable too and I find that unnerving--I've never burned mine. To me, he feels deeply unhealthy in a way that Thistle doesn't at all. Thistle's morality is very clear and bright; the parts of her system she struggles with most are about how she sees herself, but I deal with the same thing (it's probably less common for Birds not to) so that's fine.

That does say something about the general tone of the two stories. DotL deals with some heavy topics, but it's a much more optimistic feeling world with a much more stable protagonist.

DotL fights with Girl Genius for rank as my favorite webcomic, period. Everyone should go read it, it's beautiful and funny and relatable and tragic and then it's funny again. Also there are dragons! At least one of them is plot relevant, and several of the pages he's on got turned into posters by popular demand because the art is just that good.

Speaking of Girl Genius:

Gilgamesh Wulfenbach (Girl Genius)

Girl Genius is a gaslamp fantasy comedy adventure romance about mad scientists, and it does all of those things really well at the same time. Perhaps unsurprisingly, it's a goldmine for Bird secondaries.

This story has also been adapted into ebook and audiobook versions, so if comics are hard for you to read, that could be a more accessible option!

Snake primary is the most popular (Agatha, Tarvek, Zeetha, Bang, Krosp, Lars, and most of the Jagers) but there are a few Birds hanging around. The Baron is a Bird primary, I think, and Othar is some form of Exploded Idealist (double Lion?) but I'm going to focus on Gil because he's a main character.

The page that cements his primary for me is this one, where he's arguing with Snake primary Zeetha (who is Loyal to Agatha). Agatha's been the victim of some weird mind control stuff by the story's BBEG, but Gil hasn't gotten that context yet and the Baron (his dad) is convinced Agatha IS the BBEG.

And yes, he's technically pantsless in this scene but hasn't realized that yet either. It's not his fault... the "ability to rant" part of a Spark's brain wakes up long before their situational awareness does.

Also lol @ Zeetha's reaction. Gil is one of Agatha's Important People, and Agatha is Zeetha's, so he's safe, for now, if he behaves.

As for his secondary:

And:

Like many of the cast, Gil is a Spark and very vulnerable to nerd sniping. RIP his lost sleep.

Also mine, actually. I'm gonna end this here and try to go back to bed ^^;

Happy reading!