#also I need an explanation as to why he is at his prettiest in that first shot

[thebestsetter]

Thinking about (lovesick) Hiori Yo keeping a diary.

His parents have always been emotionally unavaible. For them, Hiori was nothing more nothing less than an experiment, the one destined to be what they've always wanted to be and yet never managed to acomplish: someone who wears the title of being "the best in the world".

He also didn't have much (if any) friends. All his time was dedicated to football practice, so the only people he talked to (aside from his parents) were his teammates. And they were nice, sure, but they were not his friends. They were more like acquaintances. The only one he could really call a friend was one of his teammates, Karasu Tabito, and even so he still didn't feel comfortable enough talking to him about the complex thoughts he had.

Because of that, he's never had anyone to talk with. No one to confide about his feelings and emotions. No one to talk about how he wanted to leave his home house (that place didn't feel like a home). How his parents fucked up his sanity. How he didn't really like football that much.

He couldn't keep all these things inside his head anymore. He needed to pour these feelings out. That's why he decided to start a diary.

Grabbing an old notebook and one of those common blue pens, he started writing. The diary was his most treasured possession. It stayed locked inside his bedside table, being away from all of the prying eyes.

Writing felt good. He wrote about his strained relationship with his parents. About soccer practices. About gaming tips. About pretty much everything.

His thoughts about many different themes were written there. That's why his journal didn't really have a specific theme.

Well, at least in the beggining it didn't have.

Because ever since a month or so, all the pages on his diary began to revolve around a girl. You.

He met you during a rather boring math class. The teacher was rambling on and on about algebrics or whatever, and time seemed to freeze because of how utterly shitty the endless class seemed.

"His explanation sucks, doesn't it?"

He heard a female voice coming from beside him. When he turned to the direction of the sound, he saw the prettiest girl he had ever met.

Her hair framed her face perfectly, it's color matching her eyes in the most beautiful way Yo had ever seen. The smile she had on her face seemed to shine, and Hiori found himself smiling back, too.

"Yeah" he sighed, then looked back at the teacher

"I just wish the old hag would shut up"

"I wish he would just shut up"

They spoke at the same time.

Looking at eachother, they both began to laugh. Hard. Clutching your stomach and tearing up kind of laugh. Snorting like a pig laugh. Wheezing. Hitting the table with your fist to try and stop with the loud laughing, but being phisically incapable of stopping.

"Hiori Yo and (Name) (Lastname). Do you want to share with the class what made you laugh so hard? I'm sure they want to laugh to."

"N-No, mister. We're sorry. We-We'll stop" you answered, still trying to stiffle your laugh

"Do not interrupt my class again, or else I'll send you both to the principal's office"

"Okay sir." Hiori answered, not believing a word the teacher said but still a little scared to have his parents find out he went to the principal's office

"Hiori Yo, huh?" You said "It suits you"

"Thank you, miss (Name) (Lastname)." Hiori smirked "Your name is very pretty. It also suits you"

"Oh, so you think I'm pretty?" You smirked, a mischevious and playful glint on your eyes.

"N-no!" Hiori blushed hard, averting your gaze. His accent got stronger like it always did when he became nervous, and he was quick to correct himself "I-I mean, yes! You're very pretty! B-but I didn't mean to say t-that. Not that you're not pretty! Is just that..."

He was interrupted by the sound of your laugh mixed with the bell signalizing the end of the school day. It's obnoxious sound was such a contrast from your sweet, honey-like melodic laugh.

"Don't worry, I was just teasing you!" You smiled at him, grabbing your backpack and getting up "Well, see you on the next advanced math period, mister Hiori Yo"

You then quickly left, leaving behind a red and speechless Hiori.

He has been obsessed in love with you ever since. He wanted to be with you all of the time, no exceptions. You were just so nice! It seemed like his problems disappeared when you were near. Life seemed brighter, and even his parents noticed the change in his behavior. He was more carefree, happier, lighter.

And never once did he forget to write in his diary. In fact, he wrote about you so much he decided to rip the pages about his parents and other things and make the journal solely based on you.

He wrote about the dates he wanted to go to with you. Wrote about how he wanted to hold hands with you, kiss you till you're both breathless, stargaze with you, game with you. Do basically everything with you.

He detailed how he wanted to confess to you: you would both be in a park, having a picnic, when he would suddenly pull a bouquet from his backpack and put his feelings on the table, making it clear he viewed you as more than a friend. And then you'd laugh and say you like him too, making fun of his strong accent and how much effect you had over him.

Not that he'd mind. As long as your attention was on him, you could humilliate him all you want. He was pathetic.

He even wrote about your wedding, the petunias he wanted to give you and how Hiori (Name) had such a nice ring to it.

He wrote everything in his diary. And that was his fatal flaw.

Because he also wrote about how he wanted to spend his practice time with you. How he wanted to give up on soccer and move in with you to a house on the countryside, just you and him. How he sometimes skipped practices just to go out with you.

"Mom? Dad?"

He would never have thought that, one day, he would forget to lock the diary up. And who would've guessed it would fall in the hands of his parents, who have no idea of privacy.

"Yo, we need to talk about this"

When Hiori saw the notebook in his dad's hand, he swallowed dry. He felt like crying just by imagining what they wanted to discuss about.

Maybe they didn't read it. Yeah, maybe they still respected their son, at least a little bit.

"W-what? How did you..."

"It was on your bed." His mom answered, a stern expression on her face "me and your father came to an agreement after reading it, and..."

"You read it?!" Hiori was furious and sad at the same time. Not surprised, no. He knew they would've done this. "You can't do this! My personal thoughts are in there! It's my diary! You're invading my privacy!"

"Bullshit. Teenagers do not have nor need privacy" his father cut him off "Whatever. What matters is that we read about that (Name) girl. And we've decided..."

No. He can say anything but what he thinks they're bout to say. He can't handle that.

"We don't want you around that girl anymore. She's getting in the way of your football practices. That's why...

We're moving you to a different school."

No...

No.

NO!

"No she's not!" Hiori screamed, pleaded. He wished that for once his parents would listen to him, think about his feelings at least one time. "I love her! I swear I'll do double the practice! Just, please. Please don't do this" his voice was wavering. He was weak. "Please don't keep her away from me. Please."

"We do this cause we know what's best for you. We're your parents. We know you better than yourself." His mom tried to reason.

"No you don't!" Hiori screamed "She's the best thing that has ever happened to me! You can't do this to me! You can't decide these things in my behalf!"

"We're your parents. We can and we did. End of discussion." His dad gritted out, not an ounce of empathy in his face. "And we also decided you're not keeping a diary anymore. We don't want you hiding things from us."

With a swift move, he threw the notebook inside the fireplace.

"NO!" Hiori screamed, running to collect the ashes and try to save the diary, but it was already too late.

In his knees in front of the fire, Hiori cried. The flames were dancing around as if mocking his sadness, laughing at his disgrace.

He stayed there for so long he lost track of time. His parents were no longer in the room, deciding to finally give their son space. But he didn't want space.

He wanted you.

He stayed motionless until the last flame was unstinguished. And when it finally was, so was his hope for a better future. A future without his parents playing with the strings of his life all the time, treating him like a puppet. A future with no pain.

A future with you.

And so, a single page that survived flew and fell in front of him.

He picked it up.

Dear diary,

I think I can make up with my parents. I didn't told her about the whole situation since I don't want to burden her, but from what she heard, (Name) said we just need to talk. And maybe she's right. Maybe they'll like her just as much as I do, and we can be a big happy family. She makes me feel like everything is possible. I'm sure I love her, and I want to spend all my time by her side...

He couldn't read it anymore.

With a scream, Hiori tore the page apart.

~A/N: Sorry anon, idk how to write angst ☹️

Masterlist

[copiouscouples]

Just an Off-Tangent Ramble

I really enjoyed season 2 especially in the first half. In my opinion, it’s better than season 1. What kept it from being a top-tier season for me was the absolute momentum killer of watching Edwina decide to crap or get off the pot. We didn’t need that. 

Then, there was also the lack of sexy times pay off. For some less thirsty than I, the garden scene hit the spot and to those people I say, congratulations for not being a thirsty hoe. But I needed all that passion and longing and pent-up frustration to culminate in a beautiful, passionate, romantic steamy scene. And it just didn’t happen.

My Theories as to Why Season 2 Had Sexy Times Slim Pickins:

The Powers That Be were trying to go a different direction and see if the audience would be ok with less sexy times. (We were not OK.)

The actors weren’t comfortable doing those type of scenes. That’s a valid reason. Just because you’re an actor doesn’t mean you should have to do something that makes you uncomfortable.

When it came to editing, the scenes didn’t look good and so were cut. I had heard that they’d filmed a lot of sexy time scenes that never made it into the show - if that’s true - not sure why. Nicola was talking about how they did the kissing scenes and what felt good didn’t always look the prettiest so maybe some of the Kanthony scenes didn’t meet the aesthetic.

When it comes to Jonathan Bailey, he is very boisterous and great at showing passion and humor. I was impressed with his physical humor in the falling in the water scene. That’s not an easy scene to do. He is the perfect pick for Anthony.

That said, he can only do roles like Anthony. I don’t think he could do a believable soft boy Colin like I don’t feel like Luke N could do an Anthony. They just bring different things to the table acting wise. And I’m glad for that diversity.

I feel like Luke has shown that you don’t have to yell to show passion and desire. You can communicate it in soft boy ways like looking longingly and following the girl you love around like a puppy dog and having a one-sided beef with another man.

And when Colin does yell, people pay attention. Eloise was so completely taken aback by his anger that she apologized like at two different points afterwards. I think that’s what is gonna make that one scene so 🔥 because he’s driven beyond his breaking point that he has to raise his voice.

Like we’re never going to get soft, earnest, endearing moments from Anthony. But we are for sure getting them from Colin. We got the “I want to tear your clothes off” (except they didn’t, BOO!) passion from Anthony and Kate. Now, we get the whole let’s be so besotted with each other that we go too far and then giggle afterwards. 

Kate and Anthony had angry, frustrated passion. Colin and Penelope have joyful passion.

The Colin and Penelope of it all just feels more real and authentic to how a lot of relationships are. I also kind of love the awkwardness of their new beginning.

And those steamy scenes! Season 3 has won hands down with just that carriage scene alone. It was so much better than anything we got in Season 2. I think a huge part of it is the willingness of the actors to be vulnerable and commit 100%. Nicola in particular especially.  Kissing and pretend humping is one thing, but boob touches/kisses. If I had a say, I would probably not let a fellow actor do those things. I’m glad she was OK with it because it made that scene HOT. 

And this is subjective, but they’re just pretty kissers. Their faces look good smooshed up next to each other. I really can’t explain why. (Please someone feel free to break down in a point by point explanation as to why their kisses look so good).

Season 2, realistically, could’ve been my favorite. I do love a brooding, angry caveman but something about the sweetness and earnestness of Polin. It’s winning me over as best season so far.

[ridiasfangirlings]

SaruMi are testing foundation colors (don't ask me why, there may or may not be a strain disguising his illegal doings as a beauty products seller), anyways, Yata makes fun of Saruhiko for not managing to find his right shade because he's so pale, secretly though, Yata finds that frightening.

Fushimi can’t help that he has naturally perfect skin and therefore needs no foundation :P Maybe there’s some Strain thing that requires them to go undercover at a beauty pageant, the Strain is moonlighting as a makeup artist and the two of them need to dress up as contestants in order to get access without being spotted. Say this is during the time Munakata is missing so Awashima can’t go because she’s leading S4 and Anna is too young so Yata and Fushimi are ultimately chosen because Yata’s the shortest and Fushimi’s the prettiest (that’s not exactly the explanation that’s given to Fushimi as to why he was chosen, it’s probably more ‘we need someone who will work well with Homra’s Yatagarasu,’ but really it’s because he’s the prettiest). Yata is loudly annoyed at having to dress as a woman and of course Fushimi can’t help but tease him about it, Yata’s like you don’t get to tease me for wearing a dress when you’re also in a dress.

They’re smuggled in through a door in the back and have to make their way to the makeup room, the pageant has already started so the Strain is elsewhere doing last minute touch ups. There was concern that the Strain’s been using their powers to like drug the beauty products somehow so in order to find proof Yata and Fushimi have to test a bunch of products, the Gold clan provided them with a bunch of tester strips they can use so that it will show up if the products are tampered with. The first few tests of the foundation seem to be fine but Fushimi puts some on his skin just to be sure, Yata immediately gets worried because what if it drugs you. Fushimi says it’s fine and this is a faster way to be sure they know which products haven’t been tampered with. Yata’s all ‘I guess…’ and then he looks at Fushimi’s arm and is like those are super dark on you though.

Fushimi says some of us don’t want to get skin cancer by running around in the sun all the time, tossing Yata a foundation. Yata puts it on his arm and is like hey this one matches me pretty well. Fushimi shrugs and says it isn’t hard, though he supposes if Yata had to do makeup on his own it would take him hours to find the right color. Yata’s practically forgotten about the mission now because no way is he going to lose, digging through the makeup like well I bet I could find your shade easy, I’ll just look for chalk white. He shoves a couple light shades at Fushimi but they all still show up as obviously too dark on his skin. Yata’s finds a few more as Fushimi starts complaining that there’s no point to this. At some point imagine Yata throws a foundation at Fushimi and Fushimi deliberately avoids catching it, it smashes to the floor and Fushimi smirks at Yata like way to go Misaki, you’ll get us caught. Before Yata can argue a strange-smelling smoke rises from the broken foundation and they’re like shit we forgot about the Strain thing. Some time later both their dresses are torn and their hair is a mess but they’ve apprehended the Strain, and Yata spots the foundation marks still on Fushimi’s arm. He suddenly grabs Fushimi’s hand and is like let’s go for a walk outside or something, Fushimi gives him a look like we’re still in dresses idiot. Yata’s all I knew that but really he’s thinking it’s kinda concerning that none of those foundations fit Fushimi’s skin, he really needs some sun.

[shortfeather]

beneath the cut is a frankly silly amount of horse breed and hermits discussion

Bdubs: thoroughbreds, for obvious racing reasons

Cub: Lipizzaners, because he's intense and talented enough to handle one to its full potential, and also he wouldn't settle for less. also he deserves a war horse breed

Etho: American Saddlebred - descended from thoroughbreds (as a little nod to him working w Bdubs on horse breeding), very chill temperaments but also can have fun with the best of them, possibly the most famous American breed? Not most popular, most famous

Hypno: Arabian. I don't have an explanation for this one. I really don't. I just know it somehow

Impulse: Appaloosa!! It's got the spots and while it's not the most impressive horse on the server, it's very versatile, and he's mostly using it for trail riding anyways which Appaloosas are very good for

Iskall: Mustangs. He keeps finding random horses and then they disappear on him? Mustang lifestyle for SURE, between the feral herds and the roundups.

Jevin: OLDENBURG OLDENBURG OLDENBURG. He loves that horse and it's a GREAT jumper of course it's an Oldenburg (I'm not biased why do you ask)

Keralis: his first horse was a Welsh Cob for the attitude it gave him but now he's breeding Holsteiners (one of the top jumping breeds in the international community)

Pearl: Does she have a horse or just a pair of donkeys?? I don't know donkeys.

Scar: Morgan horse. Very easy horses to manage even in uncontrolled environments like, say, going off-trail to try and rope a creeper.

Stress: American Quarter Horse, very good stock horses (farm/ranch horses) who are in my experience very friendly and silly. And being primarily bred for stock doesn't preclude them from kicking ass in the ring when they're used to show!

Tango: Belgian Draught. Cogsworth just cannot be a name for anything other than a draft breed, and he needs one properly impressive enough to match his build. So, Belgian!

Wels: ...well, he stole Iskall's, and Iskall's is a mustang, so... XD Though if he had his own, it would absolutely be an Andalusian to match his aesthetic.

Xisuma: Azteca, to match his build! Also one of the prettiest horse breeds I've given a hermit thus far, and frankly he deserves that.

ZombieCleo: a Friesian, because they fucking deserve the picture that paints. Maybe even a Friesian-Percheron cross for the extra intimidation the height and muscularity gives them. Please just look up a Friesian and imagine them on one. It's PERFECT

[tarot-by-e11e]

Heyy! How are you? 😊 I'd like to participate in the Home tarot game please! I'm Karishma and there's so many cool features I'd like for my dream home!

TL;DR

1. First, I need security because my home is gonna have a lot of features! I want my own pool, a library, a movie theater, a bowling alley, a large kitchen with marble counter tops and maybe an island in it too! I also would like a music studio, a study room/office, a large bedroom with the biggest bed I can find lol 🤭 I'm not sure an Alaskan bed will be big enough 😂 I really really always wanted a spiral staircase 😍 ooh! And a tiny room under the stairwell! And a huge yard/acres of space for my cats and future pets 🤩 Maybe also a huge room filled with cat toys and cat trees as well. Oh, and a catio too! I would love a wardrobe filled with tons of pretty clothes and shoes, and I'd never struggle to afford clothing ever again. I would love the closet that Miley had in Hannah Montana. That was every girl's dream back in the day 😂 I wanna furnish my home with lots of pretty art and paintings and have plants too! Ooh! And a garden as well!!! I know these aren't part of the actual home, but I'd like private chefs and butlers and maids! What else am I missing? 😂 Hmm... I'd like an attic as well and put some comfy beds up there and make it cozy! And of course, it should come with a ceiling window! I've seen this on social media and I fell in love with the idea 😍 To be even more grand (lol sorry 😂) I'll have a smaller house as well so I can be cozy one day and feel luxurious the next day! It'll depend on my mood lol. An underground tunnel or a secret passageway is ideal too 🤩 why not right?!

2. For my ideal self care routine, I'd of course keep up with my basic hygiene, but also style my hair whenever I want to. I'd dress up in my prettiest or comfiest clothes and wear pretty jewelery if I'm in the mood. I'd use all my favorite lotions and perfumes. I'd get manicures and pedicures any time I want to ^-^ I'd buy all my favorite things if money wasn't an issue. There's this plushie at my local tea house that I've been eyeing but it's so expensive ugh 😭 27 dollars!!! Wth?! Oh yeah, speaking of tea houses, I'd love to go get boba tea and eat some yummy food, then play video games, read comics, and hang out with my friends. I'd also love to cuddle with my cats!! The oldest one doesn't like to cuddle lmao XD so, that would be nice if he did cuddle with me. Also, I'd love to sing and dance to my favorite songs without anyone watching and hearing me hahaha. I get embarrassed too easily 😂 I'd also do some arts and crafts as well! Ooh, and go sightseeing!

Okay, let me shut up, I'll just keep on rambling LMAO. If you've made it this far, thank you so much!! Love you ^-^ ♥♉

Hi Karishma,

Thank you so much for participating in my Home ask game.

First of all, I love how you know exactly what you want and need if money isn't an issue! Mad respect for the thorough breakdown of your ideal house, backed by your preference's explanation!

Now your ideal self-care is nothing short of detailed and intentionally curate to your needs and wants! But seriously, Money is not an issue in this question! So get that plushie!!

OMG cats!!!!!! Oh no the oldest cat might like, "mooooommm, I'm not a baby cat anymore!! shttaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaapppp!!"

So the cards I pulled are: Page of Swords, Fool, 9 of Swords

So what I love about how much this card makes sense in your reading is that you're meant to keep being inspired, explore, and stay curious to be at home in your body and life. What this means is that you are encouraged to keep moving forward, keep getting better, keep shining, and keep learning. Basically, you're allergic to stagnancy.

This can be interpreted in many ways. You can start a new work out routine. Travel more. Go back to school. Sign up for dance classes and other workshops. Collaborate with like-minded individuals in your industry, etc. It really depends on what catches your fancy and your goals in life.

And the Fool card just loves to back up the Page of Swords in your reading. Literally put yourself out into the world, explore new horizons, meet new people, make friends online and abroad! Literally get out of your pajamas, pack your bags and book the next flight out your country. If international travel is too pricey, start road trips locally.

Finally, it feels like you want to break free from 9 of Swords: fear, anxiety, heck, I heard limiting beliefs and self-sabotaging tendencies. You're encouraged to find ways to break free from the aforementioned. Now this one is needs every possible delicacy to suggest. Find the method that works for you. What method that works for others may not work for you and vice versa.

So in this last card, to be at home in your own body and life, you are highly supported by your guides to approach this as an exploration of finding yourself. It seems vague, because it's not meant to be something that I would suggest to you in a practical manner. The task and responsibility on your journey lies in your shoulders.

So dear, don't beat yourself up if one method doesn't work, just keep researching and trying out new ways to be at home in your body that actually works for you and your current lifestyle. It doesn't have to be grand and expensive, it needs only to make sense to you.

This concludes the end of your reading. Do let me know how this resonates with you. Feel free to show some support via my Buy Me A Coffee here (This reading is for entertainment purposes only.)

[magicofrobin]

misc. headcanons

he's only dating dove for threeish months before his family figures out & confirms he's dating someone. it takes another month before they all figure out who. some of them figure out sooner and don't say anything.

one of his nostalgia meals is pretty basic, but also kind of gross depending on who you are. it's a bologna and american cheese sandwich on white bread (the CHEAPEST he can find) w a little bit of mayo, zapped in the microwave for like 45 seconds to get it melty. it was quick, tasty, and easier for him to make when he was younger and wanted a grilled cheese or smth before he was able to reach the stove / knew how to use the stove. the ingredients were also pretty affordable so they were staples in his house growing up. when he's living at the manor he's too embarrassed to ask for it because he's got access to so much expensive food & ingredients.

he is all about donating to food banks. during his robin years you best believe he was convincing bruce to let him pick stuff out that he knows kids like him would've wanted from the food bank n stuff that will actually get eaten so they drop it off. anonymously. he doesn't want the recognition for that. he just wants to help people n make sure people get what they need instead of stuff that people cleaned off their shelves bc they weren't gonna use it or stuff that just. isn't gonna get ate by a family with kids or a teenager on their own. he still does this as red hood, still does it anonymously.

he shaved his head one time in the early days of dating dove (he might have had a reason for it other than bc he could), and dove very gently cupped his face and leaned in and said, "please never shave your hair off ever again." bc they miss his curls :( until his hair grows back they're a little extra n tease him n act like they don't recognize him. they'll say stuff like, "my boyfriend is missing, maybe you've seen him? he's got the cutest curls and the prettiest smile and these thighs that are to die for and–" before jason is pulling them in for a kiss to get them to stop talking or he's pushing them away n rolling his eyes bc they're so ridiculous.

this might be a controversial thought but i don't think jason is built like a fridge or whatever people say about him. he's not built like dick, he's not as lithe n shit but he's also not got the same build as bruce. he's somewhere in between the two of them, where he's still visibly muscular while also not being super bulky n light enough that he's able to do a lot of the flips n tricks that he learned from dick bc he does those too! not as well or refined as dick mind you but still pretty good nonetheless.

there's two people he never wants to find out about him and talia: bruce & damian. bruce because they already have their issues and he doesn't want to add "your ex situationship and i slept together when i was younger and she was responsible for me. oh and it was mostly to punish you and manipulate me." and he never wants damian to know bc that's damian's mom and it's weird and he doesn't want to jeopardize whatever relationship he has with damian or whatever relationship damian still has with talia. only his older siblings know about what happened and he made them promise not to say anything to anyone – not that he thought they would but the promise is reassuring. i dont really think he intended to tell either of them either bc it's such a complicated situation that he doesn't want to deal with even a little bit & he's not sure? how they'd take it. especially if he's out to them already. like i said it's complicated.

he's not sure how he survived the batarang incident in utrh, the rest of that night and the next couple of days after are all a blur. he doesn't really remember much until about a week later when he goes to see babs. he shows up there looking ROUGH. provides 0 explanation for what had happened during his confrontation with bruce, he figures she already knows so why should he have to rehash it.

learned to play piano bc he was bored.

he was shocked as shit when he found out that dick could still pick him up. not bc he doubted how strong his brother is but bc he was not expecting it.

one time he accidentally took a sip of dove's drink and had the shakes the rest of the day, he thought his heart was going to stop AGAIN. dove felt so bad about it bc they know that no one else can handle the amount of caffeine they have to have to feel anything.

he picks up languages really easily so he's constantly finding new ones to learn. he's not fluent in every language he starts learning but he usually knows enough to get by.

one of the most embarrassing ways he's gotten hurt as an adult is falling down the stairs while messing around with his brothers at the manor. they never let him live this down. after he fell he laid on the ground for awhile and pretended to be dead bc he's dramatic.

he still has the batarang that slit his throat, he's got no idea how he held onto it but it's his now he's keeping it.

what he sees after being dosed with fear toxin changes a lot pre and post death. but both have one thing in common; he sees his family dead and destroyed. as robin it's because he couldn't save them. as red hood it's because he killed them.

[thevoidstaredback]

I'm watching Man of Steel. Here's my thoughts:

I love Ma Kent. She's a queen and deserves the best of the world.

Updates to come because I say so.

(probably)

Baby Clark? Love him

Adult Clark? Love him even more

Lois is a BAMF

Jo-El is a cryptic mf. Kal-El really shouldn't have taken his word for it. He did and I get it, but he should've been at least a bit more hesitant.

I like his monologue, though.

Kal gets his dramatics from his father.

Clark gets his manners from his Ma.

My mom was asking questions and my only explanation was "It's a coming of age story" and my dad agreed with me. Am I wrong? No.

Henry Cavill has the prettiest eyes. Very blue. I love his hair, too. But I love his eyes.

Kryptonians are dramatic ass mother fucks and I will die on that hill.

I keep thinking "OMG, he's Wayne Bait!" And then I remember that Bruce and Kent canonically get mixed up several times. Of course he's Wayne Bait. He's Bruce's kinda look alike.

The priest guy that Clark talks to is pretty cool. I don't normally like priests, but he gives Clark some pretty sound advice.

Again. Lois should've been a lot more hesitant to trust Jo-El.

(I hope I'm spelling his name right)

Lois doesn't get paid nearly enough.

Clark is such a Mama's Boy.

I can't even blame him.

I love Ma Kent.

The US Government having no regards for civilian safety? Why does that not surprise me?

Supes, my dude, my friend, my man, the bestest boi. Properly damage! Smallville doesn't get enough total income to be beaten up like that!

I love Superman, but Batman keeps the property damage to almost zero in comparison. Actually. Bats doesn't break buildings or streets....

There's a random ass cop in Smallville, Kansas that knows that Clark Kent is Superman. But, he's a background character, so it's okay if he knows.

No one will ever believe him, though.

Poor Metropolis.

...at least it wasn't New York this time.

Me, when Zod moves the ship Supes claimed: You can't just move the Fortress of Solitude, asshole!

I maintain that Lois doesn't get paid enough. Also, she's a civilian. The government absolutely needs to pay her for all the shit she did on their watch.

Metropolis will never recover.

"And now I have no people." is such a sad line! Don't make me feel bad for Zod!

"Welcome to the Planet." Smooth, Lois, smooth.

[fsvivi-9]

SENDAI: you dared to look at me despite everything / part one

Disclaimers: this isn't a reader x megumi fanfic, this is an fan made oc x megumi fanfic, past relationships, aged up megumi, takes place now, high tension, high tension

Summary: past lovers, Megumi Fushiguro and Cherry E are forced onto a mission in a remote village in Sendai.

Cherry chewed her lip. Her eyes wanted to look at Megumi, but she couldn't. It had been what, ten months, since they spoken to each other, and the last time they spoken with each other, Cherry was bawling, and Megumi was just staring at her reddish face. Right after he had broken up with her, there wasn't any explanation, just a ‘I wanna break up.’ Megumi was supposedly in love her since they had attended Jujustu High—two years since they graduated, now four years. That is what he had told her under the sakura trees.

Megumi looked just as aloof as he did when they were first grade sorcerers in Jujustu High. His green eyes locked outside the window, taking in the amount of sakura trees senbonzakura had. Sendai was really pretty, just like Yuji had said. His brown eyes gleaming when Cherry mentioned her mission would be in Sendai. He started talking on about how pretty Sendai was. Cherry was regretting a bit for not taking her camera that Gojo-sensei—her former teacher at jujustu High—had given her. Gojo-sensei was also the annoying bum who had sent her on this mission with her own ex boyfriend, Megumi Fushiguro. He swore on the pack of mochi he bought that it wasn't intentional, Gojo-sensei said he chose Cherry E. and Megumi Fushiguro based on their curse grade—grade 2, while for Cherry it was grade 3.

The mission they were put on was for a remote village in Sendai infested with about eighty cursed spirits.

There was a definite answer that probably the majority of the small population of the village was dead. Maybe a few—five to fifteen—people of the village were alive. Gojo-sensei had said that the population before the infection was about forty five. But for some odd reason, the infestation of the village wouldn't spread to near villages despite the cursed spirits’ starting in early 2022 Cherry went with the idea that there was probably a veil in the village.

“Sendai's very beautiful. You two chose to spend your honeymoon somewhere nice.” The driver comments. Cherry and Megumi were barely 22, and they were getting marriage comments. She curses under her breath, they should've just let postponed for the mission to be set in mid 2023. The infection has been in the village for almost a year. But then, the veil or whatever made the infection stay in that village could break. Cherry cursed herself for being so selfish.

Megumi laughs sheepishly, breaking his stare outside the window and towards the shabby driver, “we aren't married. We just need to go somewhere for business purposes.” It felt less for business for Cherry, more of a duty she needed to do with being ‘blessed’ with the Shadow Curse Technique. Megumi, it had been about seven years since he had told her his reason why he became a Jujustu Soreccer. Maybe his reasoning had change. It had been seven years.

Cherry adds onto Megumi's statement, “yeah. We heard in Sendai is where the prettiest beaches are.”

What a total liar. Was my only trait just lying and lying. I lied to myself, and told myself I just liked Megumi as a friend. It was March, hardly any good time to go the beach.

The driver laughs at the two. “Yeah, yeah, sorry. It’s just, what your wearing. Its something similar my wife wore during our honeymoon, when we went to Tokyo,” he tells Cherry. Megumi’s eyes glance over to Cherry, looking at her outfit—the Jujustu High uniform, just slightly more tailored to her liking, with a longer skirt and more tactical for fighting with cursed spirits, and other sorcerers.

Cherry took that with offense—basically everything any one would say to her, she'd take with offense. More with males than with girls. Maybe it was way of protecting herself besides with Jujustu. Cherry picks on her lips and she lets a fake laugh, “wow, your wife must have incredible taste.”

Megumi joins in, “Yeah. Amazing taste.” It makes Cherry gasps a little. Megumi was always really stoic, even during when they had dated, he was mostly always static. It was also the first time they talked besides the mission, and normally. That typical, natural bored expression plastered on his face all the time. Even the childhood pictures she'd get, his face was always that frowning, but not smiling face. It was a little funny when thinking about it, for someone whos hair is like a sea urchin, he had the face of a blank white board, just blank.

“Thank you too, you guys are really nice!” The driver exclaims, oblivious to their sarcastic comments.

The rest of the car ride to Sendai was pretty chill. There was little small talk between Cherry and the driver. The awkward tension between Cherry and Megumi was still as thick, thicker in the lump in Cherry's throat. She wanted to say something to Megumi. Ask him why he broke up with her. Just scream at him. But that'd be childish, wouldn't it? They were bright adults. Not the hormonal teenagers they were at Jujustu High. By the time the driver had driven them to Sendai, the sky was orange and the sun was setting.

“Me– Fushiguro, lets try to find some survivors,” cherry starts. Megumi felt his heart itch, a burn more. Did the nine months make Cherry and him strangers? Couldn't they go back to friends? That was a stupid thought. Megumi was the one who broke up with her, Cherry E. not the other way around.

Megumi bites his lip, “no. We shouldn't try. There's no use trying.”

Cherry's head looks at him, puzzled completely. “Fushiguro, you aren't being serious.” She stares at his eyes, desperately trying to find some type of clue that could tell her that Megumi was joking. But there wasn't any. “These are real people we are talking about. We shouldn't just skip not checking!”

“No. Even if there was people alive, their probably just hiding from the cursed spirits. We will waste time if we search.” Megumi retorts, staring at Cherry coldly.

“But—” Cherry retorts, a thick lump forms in her throat. She bites her lip and mutters an okay to Megumi.

Megumi and Cherry walk towards the small village’s center. It wasn't a long walk, the village was small. Moss had taken over most of the village, and no real human signs of life was there. But something felt off. These were meant to be somewhat strong spirits, but it felt like there was no cursed energy. Cherry couldn't feel anything. It was suspicious.

Cherry clicks her tongues, “Fushiguro.”

Megumi’s head jerks over to look at her. Cherry’s face was serious, dead pan on something. She was smiling always so it felt odd to see her like that.

“it feels like there's no, no cursed energy here.”

Megumi thinks for a slight moment, “maybe you just got stronger. You are an amazing soreccer."

Cherry laughs at his comment quietly and sheepishly. But her heart felt itchy for an odd reason. Like an odd banging, like the strings of her huge heart were trying to escape or something. She bites her lip. I thought he hated me? Why would he say that? No, wait. He's just knows I'm an okay soreccer. “Yeah, yeah Megumi. There's no way I can get stronger in ten months.” She says with an another laugh.

His green eyes stare at her face in disbelief. “You are amazing. Let's just look for cursed spirits.”

She laughs, twirling a strand of her silk like hair. Cherry scans the village. Megumi taps his foot, doing the same and scanning around the village. There was nothing. The two couldn't feel any cursed energy despite Gojo-sensei claiming that there an infestion and the cursed spirits being grade two spirits. It was odd to say the least. It just looked abandoned. There was no hints it was infested with spirits.

“I think gojo-sensei is a liar.”

Megumi jerks, “what?”

“You heard me, boy. I think Gojo-sensei is a liar. There's nothing in sight, didn't even feel when we were going here.”

He rubs his nape. “But, Cherry. You realise this Gojo who your talking about?”

“Just because he's the strongest jujustu sorcerer doesn't mean he can be wrong,” she adds. Cherry swings her sword in the air before taking a seat.

“It just feels like…” she trails off, sucking on her lips. No, you can't just say it. Then everything you and Megumi will be gone, even if it's little, what if he finds it weird. Not once did Megumi ever find Cherry weird. In fact, he thought she was super cool. That's what caused his ‘little’ crush on her. Megumi thought the way she would skate around the block was really cool. Everything about her was cool. Cherry would disagree. She was just a girl. A pathetic one at that

Megumi takes a moment to process her words. He doesn't reply, but instead joins her. He sits awkwardly away from her. Too far. But they were broken up. Of course he wouldn't sit so close. Cherry's heart felt as if it was gonna break. There was banging her head. It made her dizzy, and before she knew it, she fell asleep. Megumi blinks, and tucks a hair behind her light hair.

“You're really silly, y'know that?”

[milla984]

Hi....

This Spencer Ried guy that i see on your blog a lot... sorry haven't watched criminal minds yet.

Tell me something about that character. Why do you love them so much

… well, Anon, grab a chair and make yourself comfortable!

The first thing I actually liked about Spencer Reid back in the day was the fact that he’s played by Matthew Gray Gubler, so he’s definitely the perfect example of non-toxic masculinity to me.

The character is almost immediately introduced as a genius - by his own admission he’s got an IQ of 187, an eidetic memory, can read 20.000 word per minute and has three PhDs (Mathematics, Chemistry, Engineering) which is enough to make me go “yes, give me more of this guy, pls”. Later on it is also revealed he holds BAs in Sociology, Psychology and he’s studying to get a third one in Philosophy. Need I say more?!

During the first season he’s only 23, meaning he’s the youngest member of the Behavioral Analysis Unit (BAU) team and actually looks like a puppy. Spoiler alert: even after 15 seasons he still looks like a puppy to me and I just want to hug him and keep him safe. Why? Because he’s S O F T, caring and loves his mom and friends to pieces. They feel the same about him and he ends up being the godfather of both sons of Jennifer 'JJ' Jareau, his fellow team member; another team member, Derek Morgan (who affectionately addresses Spencer as 'kid') names his firstborn Hank Spencer - after his own dad and Reid, obviously, claiming he’s the best little brother anybody could ever ask for.

So, yeah… Spencer is a total sweetheart and has been through A LOT: his father left when he was very young and his mom sadly suffers from schizophrenia, meaning little Spencer had to care for her and was forced to commit her against her will when he was 18 (what’s truly heartbreaking to me is that she’s fully aware and immensely proud of his abilities: she loves him and when she’s not having a bad day she’s easily his biggest supporter). He’s also shown to be very empathetic towards certain unsubs (the “villains” of each episode, so to speak) especially when it turns out they’ve been victims of violence or abuse, because he himself has been targeted by bullies; in Season 3 he recalls the time his high school mates tricked him into believing the prettiest girl in school wanted to talk to him in private, while in reality the entire football team ambushed him, stripped him naked and tied him to a goalpost (it’s worth mentioning that he was about 12yo when this happened, because being a genius he graduated from high school around that age).

In Season 2 he develops an addiction to Dilaudid, after being kidnapped and tortured by an unsub; the authors of the show have a questionable habit of putting him through hell, just because, and IMHO the only instance when Spencer getting shot actually has a valid purpose is in Season 5 - Gubler dislocated his knee IRL so they needed an explanation for Reid walking around in crutches for a while.

Since I have a feeling this post could go on forever (and we don't have that much time), I’ll just throw in a few more random reasons why I love Spencer Reid: he wears his wristwatch over his sleeve. He’s a Star Wars and Doctor Who fan. He always wear mismatched socks (as MGG, the actor who plays him, does) and is often seen wearing Converse shoes. I’m biased and I know it, but to me he’s easily the best dressed character of the entire show. His apartment is a mood and very dark-academia-ish. He’s socially awkward and displays a lot of behavioral indicators he’s on the spectrum (sadly the authors never confirmed it and it’s one of the many issues I have with the writing on this show, but that’s not the place to talk about it) so I adore his mannerism: he loves to sit on desks/tables, he almost never shakes hand but greets stranger with the cutest hand-waves ever and when he’s excited about something he rambles/talks super fast and sometimes he has an adorable high-pitched squeal (Reid stans definitely knows what I mean).

Hope this answer works for you!!

[tiredkilljoy]

Spotify wrapped was pitiful this year - nothing good in it at all. Last years was much better.

Things of note:

* I was in the top 0.005% of listeners to - girl, so confusing by charli xcx featuring lorde

* top artist was Taylor Swift, I went through a phase guys, don’t BOO. Top 3% is insane when I stopped listening to her in the middle of the year 😭😂

* the progression of my music taste from august to October is absolutely hilarious. The entire vibe changing due to the main album I was listening to is astounding lol.

Overall- and underwhelming Spotify wrapped for an overwhelming year of music. So many amazing albums came out this year! And I listened to so many new artists too!

A few stand outs: (just found out after this entire shitshow that they haven’t put the fucking songs in order of how much they were listened too? What the fuck man?!)

* I actually blocked Noah kahan on everything because his music made me want to drive my car into a tree. But he did sneak onto my top 100 most played with the northern attitude at 35

* places 5-10 on the list consist of:

5. Good luck, babe! Chappel Roan

6. JOYRIDE by Kesha

7. Linda by Tokischa and Rosalía

8. 360 by Charli xcx

9. Red Wine Supernova by Chappel Roan

10. One of your girls by Troye Sivan

* Sabrina carpenter comes in with juno at 22

* not my fault by Renee rapp ft Megan the stallion at 30

* Tyler’s chromomopia debuting at 38 with St.Chroma - this album dropped the 28th of October for ref 😮‍💨

*the entire album of solar power by lorde can be found throughout my entire top 100 songs. I adore this delusional album so much 🥹

* new entry from a new artist at 43 with aftertaste by Chitra

* at poisition 🚨🚨69🚨🚨 we have Joan of arc by arcade fire- straight banger please listen to this and Helen of Troy by lorde on repeat to relive a manic episode I had this year !

* Paramore enters with this is why at 70

* my love mine all mine by mitski takes 79

* motion sickness by Phoebe Bridgers takes 80

* embarrassingly position 85 has been taken up by Diet Pepsi by Addison Rea… I have no explanation other then like 2 weeks of psychosis

* 88 has harry styles entry with watermelon sugar- which is weird because I swear I listened to Harry’s house more?

* 93 has money trees by Kendrick Lamar roll in

* 95 has Billie Eilish debut with birds of a feather - her latest album hit me hard and soft was a masterpiece and her tour looks sick as hell

* at 96 we have one of the only artists I saw live this year- Arjit Singh with Sajni. This song is one of the prettiest things I’ve heard in a while 🥹

* and at 💯 closing us off is our first entry for Florence and the machine- but this is only because I spent 4 months listening to dance fever on vinyl every day 🫡 her song King has come into bookend a fantastic year of music for me!

AOTY: in my opinion has to go to either Troye Sivan’s - something to give each other. A no skip pop record with just such a stunning overall production and its live performances have been undefeated this year. The queer joy this album gives me is indescribable- there is so much joy and longing in this album that I adore so much. Going to be carrying this album with me for a while 🌟❤️

Or! Chromokopia by Tyler the creator- this album is breathtaking- in the way that Beyoncé’s renaissance took on a life of its own almost with each song being an amalgamation of such small details keeping you hooked for days on each song. The lyricism and features make it a top contender for my AOTY despite only coming out like 5 weeks ago? It’s insane actually! Production out of this world another best thing Tyler has ever made - but we are saying this with his every drop so I am not surprised but I also am. This is such an amalgamation of all of his old work that came together for this. I have hopes Tyler headlines coachella and pulls this off in such a way that we never forget this truly groundbreaking album 🫡😮‍💨😤🫵💫

A thing that needs to be taken into account with this is that I listen to a lot of music on vinyl! This year I’ve been broke so have only purchased 2 7” albums, one was the song come on Eileen by the Dexy Midnight Runners and the other being the Safety Dance by Men without Hats.

My most played LP was the album Dance Fever by Florence & the Machine - I had this playing all summer- it kept me company while I used to get ready for parties from like May to August. Which is insane actually. Other frequent plays would be the album El Camino by The Black Keys, Trench by Twenty one pilots and midnights by Taylor Swift.

On YouTube I had the NPR tiny desk by Ca7riel & Poco Amoroso on REPEAT. This was such an amazingly fun tiny desk that was probably one on the best I’ve ever seen?!

Gotta thank TikTok for the overwhelming amount of good music that I get recommended to on there. Truly nothing is more fun than finding something amazing you’ve never heard of before.

In regards to soundtracks and broadway I was blessed with a mean girls and legally blonde hyperfixation that can’t be beat! The almond tutorials of these two are amazing and I probably watch them like 4/5 times a year ngl.

Overall a stunning year of music, I was thoroughly stuffed with some of the best the world could offer. Can’t wait to see what another year brings 🙏🌟🎉

[she-really-did-it-this-time]

Yeah those people need to stay so far away from her. At this point that "joke" (hating her cause it's "cool") is so old it should be long dead along with every other internet joke that was started over a decade ago. At this point hating her just to hate her is just immature.

I think you're right, though, about her not reading the room when it came to MH. I also think that her song I Can Fix Him is the explanation for why she ignored his racism and bigotry. She had that toxic mindset (that a lot of women have, unfortunately) going into it that she could change his ways and make him see how he's been wrong. Get him to do better in the future. Tame him, so to speak. Before she ultimately realized that she couldn't. And like I said in the other post, I don't know what he said to her to make her think it was even worth a try. But it had to have been damn good. Or like I've seen other people say, she was just that broken from losing Joe. But yeah the way she publicly handled the situation last year was so bad. And not saying anything about it in any capacity for a whole year wasn't a great move either. Which is why I was nervous about this album when people were saying it was mostly about him. Some of the prettiest songs are about him and I had to assign the songs to other things separate from her and the situation to be able to listen to them. And I've never had to do that before. It's very weird and does leave a bad taste.

And I get your point about Cassandra. Calling out one asshole but giving a chance to and trying to fix another. I guess it's because MH hadn't done anything to her yet? As sad as that thought is.

I have to say that all the memes about the 1830s lyric make me insane because the point of the line in context is literally that looking back to “the good old days” as a white person is an exercise in ignoring the obvious suffering and that nostalgia in that context is a trap

and that’s the exact opposite of the point people THINK she’s making, which is to paint her as some kind of out of touch idiot

and yes that line AND the whole of “Cassandra” feel in poor taste to me because, you know, she did date a racist, but most of her haters aren’t even calling her out for that.

[insistonyourcupofstars]

feeling weird and hormonal so i would like to know your favorite Daniel looks please and thank you 🍂

Oh dear, alright, I got this *cracks knuckles*

There are probably a lot more that I would've put on here, but these are the ones that are just always on my mind lol.

[imagine-a-life-like-this]

I Can't Believe It's You : Chapter 4

Word Count : 2369

Warnings : drinking, self-hate, suicide attempt, hurt

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Italy didn’t seem as beautiful as it did the year before. She remembers it being bright and beautiful, but as she sat in her favourite restaurant, slowly picking at the food in front of her, she took note of just how dull everything seemed. How bland the food tasted. It was as if she wasn’t in Italy, but some off-brand version of Italy.

            And she tried to come up with different explanations as to why it seemed so different. It’s cloudier. Her tastes have changed. She transferred to a parallel universe. Anything except the glaringly obvious explanation.

            Dino wasn’t there.

            Italy was beautiful, stunning, breathtaking. It was the perfect place for Chan and Iris to celebrate their anniversary. Not a day went by during their week-long trip that they weren’t out exploring, taking in all the beautiful sights that pictures could never do justice.

            “Did you just take a picture of me?!” She exclaimed, reaching for his phone that he quickly moved out of her reach. “Dino! I wasn’t paying attention. I must look horrible.” He knew she wasn’t really upset, evident by the wide smile on her face and the giggle in her voice.

            “I just needed to take a picture of my most beautiful view.” The cheesy line made them both cringe, but it also made her heart swell with so much love.

            She sat in the exact same restaurant they celebrated their anniversary in, eating the same meal she had that day. His meal sat untouched in a to-go box beside her plate of food, that seemed practically untouched. “Is the food okay?” A waiter asked, gesturing to her full plate.

            “Yeah, yeah it’s great. I’m just not feeling well, could I get this to-go as well?” The waiter took her plate, returning minutes later with her food packed away. Food she knows she most likely won’t eat. Why did she come here?

            “Here, try this.” Chan said, holding out his fork full of food for her to take a bite. He watched her expressions as she ate, smiling when she seemed to enjoy it. “It’s good, right? We’ll have to come back here. I think I’ll be craving this everyday until I can eat it again.”

            “Well then it looks like we’ll have to come back lots.” She giggled, offering him a bite of her meal as well. A laugh escaped her as she watched his eyes widen in shock at how delicious the food was. “Why does your face look like that?”

            “Don’t be rude! I’m handsome and you know that.”

            She hated the idea that she would be spending her and Chan’s anniversary with someone that wasn’t him. Someone she doesn’t even love. How could she love him when she still loved someone else? Someone that let her experience a love so true, a love only spoken about in books and movies.

            Still, she put on her prettiest smile and met San and his parents at their restaurant of choice. And she put on an act deserving of an Oscar. Laughing at all Mr. Choi’s jokes, listening intently to all Mrs. Choi’s stories, and staring at San like he was the one she’s been in love with all this time.

            She didn’t eat much, playing it off as not feeling well, to which Mrs. Choi showered her in concern. “You should have said something, dear. San, take her home, okay?” Wanting out of this dinner as quickly as possible, San agreed, much to Iris’ surprise. “We’ll have dinner when you’re feeling better.” She quickly agreed, following San out of the restaurant.

            “I can just call my driver so you don’t have to drive me.” She pulled out her phone, seeing a text from Lily explaining that she’d be unable to make it for drinks. It wasn’t going to stop Iris from drinking herself into oblivion, needing something to help her forget that she would no longer see Italy as beautiful as before, no longer go there to celebrate her anniversaries.

            “If you’re sick you shouldn’t wait in the cold. Just let me drive you.” He reached out, pushing her hands down before she could send a text to her driver. “I’m parked this way.”

            “Did you want to grab drinks with me?” She asked, taking a leap of faith, hoping he’d say yes. He stared at her with an unreadable expression, the same one he always seemed to wear on his face when she was around. She’s seen pictures of him smiling and laughing posted on the internet, and she wishes just once she’d look at him like that. Like she wasn’t just a burden in his life, despite her being exactly that.

            “So you’re not actually sick then.” San scoffed. “Dinner with my parents is that insufferable for you?”

            “Today just isn’t a good day for me, okay? And it’s not something I can just casually tell your parents. Besides, it seemed like you were more than happy to get out early.” She turned away from San, pulling up her driver’s number and pressing the call button.

            “What are you doing? Aren’t you a little old to be throwing a tantrum?”

            “I’m calling my driver. I’m going to go drink until I forget my own name, whether you come with or not.” San rolled his eyes, pulling the phone out of her hand with ease, and hanging up just as the person on the other end picked up the call.

            “Let’s go then.”

~

            Sat in a private booth at a bar both of them frequent, she downed drink after drink with no signs of slowing down. They were silent, San scrolling through his phone, glancing up every once in a while to make sure she was still okay. Whereas she danced in her seat, watching those on the first floor, dancing to their hearts content.

            Everything between them was silent until the alcohol kicked in, and she began to ramble about everything on her mind. Her filter completely gone, and San watched in amusement, until he saw the tears welling up in her eyes. “I think we should go.” He said, leaving some bills on the table for the drinks she had, and helping her stand. “Can you walk?”

            “You’re cute when you’re worried.” She slurred out, slumping into his arms, which he took as his answer. Leaning down, he told her to jump on his back. “Choi San, ever the gentleman.” She joked, before obliging and loosely wrapping her arms around his neck.

            As he drove towards her house, she softly sang along to the music playing on his radio. It was obvious to him that something was really bothering her, something she needed to get off her chest. “Tell me what’s bothering you.”

            Had it not been for all the alcohol she had drank, she’d scoff and brush him off, but she lost control of herself. And everything came out before she could stop herself. All the thoughts that seemed to drown her were out in the open, allowing her to breathe properly for the first time in months.

            She told him all about Chan. About the love they shared. How it was love at first sight for both of them. She told him about Paris and how broken Chan seemed when he walked away. How he still cheers her on and wishes for her happiness, despite the cruel way she broke his heart.

            She told him about Italy, how it’s not as pretty anymore. How the food doesn’t taste as good. That she sometimes wishes she could turn back time and change her mind, choose Chan instead of modelling.

            Within minutes, her entire love story was out in the open, tears streaming down her face as she wished for Chan to be beside her. She wished he was there to wipe her tears away, tell her that everything would be okay.

            “Today would have been our fourth anniversary.” She ended, resting her head on the headrest, allowing her tears to just freely run down her face. “It’s our anniversary and I’m out with another man. Trying to pretend I don’t miss him more than I’d like to admit.”

            And San just stared at her, having pulled the car over minutes into her story, when her drunken slurs mixed with her sobs. He just stared at the girl who seemed to carry herself with pride and confidence and watched as she broke right there in front of him. The same girl that brazenly flirted with him, telling him she loved him despite them barely knowing each other.

            And he realized that everything was a façade. Everything she did, everything she said, was all an act. A way to seem okay when in reality she was standing on a cliff, preparing herself to jump.

            It was this moment that made him realize he wanted to be closer to her. He didn’t want her to feel broken anymore. And he allowed his walls to come down. Stopped keeping her at an arms length and decided to pull her closer.

            It was this moment that he accepted, and embraced, that she would be the eventual death of him.

~

            San had dropped her off almost an hour ago, leaving her alone to her thoughts. She was scrolling through memories on her phone, old texts, old pictures, all with Chan. Wondering where she’d be now if she had turned her father down, told him she wanted Chan.

            But he was right. It was too late for that now. Everyone knows about her engagement with San. There’s no going back. No changing her mind.

            As her mind cleared and she sobered up, she decided to head out for a walk, wandering around in silence, trying to clear her thoughts. They all said the same thing. That she made a mistake. That she should have chosen Chan instead of modelling.

            And she found herself on top of a building. The same building Chan brought her for a rooftop picnic in their early years of dating. A place for them to hide without hiding. The same place she came to after the Paris trip, standing on the edge and looking down. Just as she was doing now.

            And her intrusive thoughts came back, whispering in her ear about all her insecurities. Failure. Ugly. Annoying. Spoiled brat. Chan hates you. San hates you. Everyone hates you. Over and over. Tears welling up in her eyes, blurring her vision, and she takes a small step forward.

            Failure. Ugly. Annoying.

            Just like a sick mantra, over and over in her mind.

            Spoiled brat.

            She just wished Chan was here. He always knew how to talk her down. How to get the voices to shut up, even if only for a little while.

            Chan hates you.

            Was modelling worth losing the only man she’s ever loved? The only man that understood her. Who cheered her on no matter what. He never listened to what other people had to say, only focused on her and the words that came from her lips.

            San hates you.

            And she gave him up. For what? For a job that won’t last forever. Fame and fortune were the only things on her mind when her father slid the contract over to her. Love was the last thing on her mind. Because what was the point of love in the world of social media?

            Everyone hates you.

            Regret. That’s what she feels as she looks at the passing cars below. It claws at her throat, begging to be seen, to be heard. But she pushes it down, plastering a fake smile on her face to hide the pain.

            Wind makes her lose her footing, sending her crashing backwards, back onto the roof. And her vision is clear as she begs for Chan to come save her. It was another favor she shouldn’t ask of him, but just like all the times before, he rushes to her.

            He runs to her side, holding her in his arms as she sobs into his chest. And he listens to every single word that falls from her lips. Just like he always did. Because that’s what you do when you love someone.

            And maybe he shouldn’t have come. Maybe he should have ignored her pleas for help. He was moving on, forgetting the pain in his heart every time he sees something about her engagement to man that wasn’t him. He was so close to being able to open his heart to someone else.

            But one message from her and he was running back in time. Back to when she was his to love, and he was hers. And as much as he hates to admit it, he knows he will always be a little bit hers.

            Even 20 years from now when they’re both married to other people, living separate lives, he would still be a little bit hers. He’ll always come running when she needs him. Because the love they shared wasn’t one you get over. 10 years. 20 years. 50 years. Today and forever.

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            “Things will work out. They always do.” Chan told her as they stood outside her place. He tucked some stray hairs behind her ear. “It feels like you made the wrong choice now, but soon you’ll know it was the right one. Even if you had chosen me, I’d make you choose modelling.” His smile caused her heart to melt, even after all this time.

            “I’m sorry.” Her voice was quiet and crackly, giving away the fact that she cried. She sobbed. She broke. But it was still the sweetest sound to Chan. His most favourite.

            “Don’t be, Iris.” Silence surrounded them, something neither of them used to. Not when it came to them. And it makes them both miss the days when they could fill every silence with words and laughter. Never running out of things to talk about.

            There were so many things left unsaid, words they wanted to say but knew they couldn’t. So they said their goodbyes and went their separate ways.            

Maybe tomorrow would be the day things fall into place. Maybe tomorrow the sun will shine and remind them they’re exactly where they’re meant to be.

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2D men that I probably shouldn’t be attracted to but am...

       ~HISOKA~

I’m sure you guys could’ve guess. I mean everybody has the hots for a pervy clown. 

I normally hate clowns -with their over the top makeup and constant need to make you laugh- but I cant even with him. Like how?!? I dont have an explanation why, so I’m just gonna leave it. (I’m not even gonna talk about the clothes, because we all know he’s gonna die in those heels)

          ~ILLUMI~

Illumi and Hisoka sort of go hand in hand. Maybe it’s the blank look in his eyes or his soft looking hair. Ok, ngl he looks like a vampire. With slightly better clothing taste than Hisoka, but still kinda bad. But him as a teen! *chefs kiss*

          ~OOROCHIMAU~

Alright, now we did NOT come here to judge. I understand he’s creepy and barfs up snakes but... he looks good in uniform? Ok I got nothing. Ooops.

          ~HIDAN~

He literally licks blood, I wouldn’t be surprised if he had HIV or an STD. And since he’s super into doin his cult thing, also wouldn’t be surprised if he murdered me in my sleep.

But on the plus side his chesticales are just exposed?

               ~KAKAZU~

What a lovely smile. I get he’s old as dust and prob smells like it too, but COME ON! LOOK AT HIM! Again he’s only smexy without the mask. He otherwise looks like a toe.

          ~SANGWOO~

...sorry not sorry.

..I feel bad for thinking he’s cute since- ya know. But can say I dig the eye bags. Why does he always walk around in his undies? Less mess or is he too “hot” (you know what I mean)

          ~ALUCARD~

Super classy with the hat, shades and trench coat. He does had a...unique laugh. But he’s a badass so I suppose he has the right to screech like a freakin donkey. But his sass and snarky comments need to stop.

        ~AINOSUKE (aka ADAM)~

 Man gives me Hisoka vibes, but less rape-y ( tho maybe not)  and more child-beating. I dont know if it’s the hair or the voice that reminds me of our beloved predator. But Adam has the same need to “fight” and trying to find the perfect competitor.

i may only like him cause he reminds me of Hisoka.  

          ~FERID BATHORY~

Nice hair. Nice clothes. Nice smile. Only problem is he’s a sadist. And may be into young boys...

         ~SHUU TSUKIYAMA~

I get he moans every time he eats. I really got no answer for this one. He’s just such a douche. 

Maybe it’s cause he speaks french. 

          ~ZACK (aka ISAAC FOSTER)~

Freakin’ batshit. Literally throws up when someone isn’t scared. I know I shouldn’t make excuses, but he’s my lil edgy traumatized boi and I love him. He gets better...kinda. 

          ~MORI~

Another pedo. I CANT HELP IT! HE’S HOT OKAY! (i prob can help it tho) I think it’s just the hair and clothes for me.

          ~FYODOR~

He’s Russian. That’s it. 

(okay maybe his hair too)

          ~RYO~

I love him and hate him. He’s a boss ass bitch with extra salt and a heaping pile of sass. 

          ~GAROU~

Bad guy with heart of gold. He’s prob the least “bad” guy on the list. I mean he has a soft spot for kids, what’s not to love.

NOT TO MENTION HE’S EFFIN RIPPED AND A FREAKIN BADASS!!!

          ~SUKUNA~

Cocky bitch. I fuckin love him and his tattooes. Extra mouths and all.

          ~DABI~

This man has the prettiest eyes I’ve ever seen, end of story. Kinda dig the scars and piercings. But give this boy some new clothes please.

          ~ZEKE YEAGER~

I hate this man with a passion. Like so so so so MUCH! But he do have a beard that’s on point. And nice looking hair. With his lil ole glasses. 

          ~ELIAS AINSWORTH~

This...man? Did nothing wrong. I think i’m just confused about the fact the man has a carnivorous goat head. Does this make me into beastiality? Please say no. He’s like the perfect gentlemen. He likes tea and is sweet. 

He 100% deserves all the love in the world.

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Speak Easy Part 18

Dabi x Reader, Bakugo x Reader

Words : 4276

Masterlist

Reader has a siren quirk and has spent the past several years of her life as a captive being experimented on by “heroes” Now that she’s out she needs protection and safe place to heal. Who will be the one to put her pieces back together.

Words with ‘this’ is dialogue written in her journal rather than said out loud and and words with ~this~ is dialogue said in sign language rather than out loud.

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It’d been a little over a week since Shoto promised to go to the doctor with you and you were getting a little nervous. At first you were just waiting for the doctors to get settled in, but then Shoto was busy helping get things up and running and evacuating people to the bunker. Now you’ve just been chickening out.

Your period was a few days late, which wouldn’t be concerning if it weren’t for your current circumstance.

You woke up this morning and made a cup of coffee before taking Bravo out for a stroll around the bunker. He loved being able to run around and meet new people. He was a hit with the kids. They loved playing with him almost as much as he loved playing with them. The only downside was, there was only two places in the entire massive bunker that he could go to the bathroom. The farm and a small animal relief area near where the trash is dumped.

Needless to say, neither smelled great, but the farm was considerably better. So here you were, sitting on a small platform that oversees the crops with a cup of coffee and a book. Bravo sitting next to you keeping watch.

It was always a little chilly down here, which you honestly preferred. It just meant you could wear lots of hoodies. The more you could hide your body the better. Ever since leaving Dabi’s house you felt like you were always being watched. You felt so exposed and you just wanted to blend into the background.

Today you wore a new hoodie that Izuku had gotten you. It was probably one of the softest things you owned, and it was the prettiest shade of blue. The blue reminded you of a certain someone’s eyes… of the beautiful blue flames they were capable of creating… but then you’d shake the thought from your head and pull it closer around you.

You were enjoying your new freedom. Not that Dabi’s house had been a prison… but you hadn’t realized how much you missed doing things on your own. You had thought being alone would be hard, but you were thriving. It was never being alone that bothered you before, it had been his absence.

Against Katsuki’s wishes… Shoto had shown you the photos of what was left of Dabi’s car. And he hadn’t been exaggerating. You had almost passed out looking at how much blood soaked the driver seat and even the road around it.

You had been so lost lately. You didn’t know how you were supposed to feel. Your heart ached. You thought you had finally found your home. You had finally started to feel your pieces come back together. Now you felt like that would never happen. He took the last few pieces of your heart with him and you felt like you would never be whole again.

Dabi had been your comfort, your safety, your home. Now you were lost.

You hated that you felt this way. You should hate him. You should curse his fucking name. You shouldn’t be crying yourself to sleep over his death.

His death…

Was he dead? You weren’t convinced. It was too convenient, and there wasn’t a body. You wanted proof. Until then you’d go on believing he was still out there.

You closed the book you were reading. You had been on the same page for the past 10 minutes.

There was no way he wrecked his car like that. You had been in the car with him twice. Yes, he drove a little fast… but he wasn’t reckless. Either it was an elaborate cover up, or someone was after him. Or maybe… someone had been after you and he had gotten stuck in the middle as collateral damage.

“You look like you’re thinking too hard.”

Shoto came and took a seat next to you. “I’d ask what’s on your mind, but I’m pretty sure I already know.”

“Am I that obvious?” You leaned your head on his shoulder.

He leaned his head on top of yours. “It’s normal. I’d actually be surprised if you weren’t torn up over it.”

You let out a shaky breath. “I can’t stop worrying about him. I keep wondering where he is. If he’s okay. If there’s some grand explanation for his shitty behavior.” You shrugged. “I’m just finding it hard to grasp that the same man who held me during my panic attacks was also secretly planning to breed me… It just doesn’t add up.”

“Guilt does weird things to people.” Shoto’s hand found yours and gave it a squeeze. “I know he’s my brother, but I have no doubts about who knew him best. I only know a version of him. I only knew what he wanted me to.” He sighed, “It was obvious you meant a lot to him, and I could see him becoming more… I don’t know… human? For the first time in years he was showing emotions that weren’t rage. It would make sense if you were starting to make him question what side he was on.”

Your eyes narrowed, “So what? You think he did some shitty stuff and decided to help me… because he felt guilty about it? That doesn’t make any sense.” You pushed away from him to look him in the eyes. “Dabi only does what Dabi wants to do. That has been clear to me since day one. So what the fuck did he want out of this? None of it makes sense. Was I just a possession to him? Was I a bargaining chip? Was I just some broken pet that he got validation from nursing back to health? What?!”

You could feel your hysteria building and Bravo put his head in your lap in an attempt to calm you down. You took a few deep breaths. “He better fucking be alive… so I can kick his ass myself.”

Shoto chuckled, “Touya doesn’t stand a chance.”

His eyes looked distant and sad. You nudged his shoulder with your own, “Hey can I ask you something?”

He blinked away whatever far away memory he was thinking about, “I don’t see why not.”

“What was he like? Touya I mean… Before he became Dabi.”

Shoto’s lip turned up just slightly, “He was the best big brother I could have ever had. He was always there to help me when our dad was too rough with me. My dad tried to keep us separated… didn’t want me mingling with what he considered to be his biggest failure.” You flinched at the casual way he talked about the abuse they endured. “But Touya would sneak into my room at night. He taught me how to handle my burns and would bring me cold soba on bad days.” His eyes glassed over, “I was devasted when he died. Well… when I thought he died.”

“I blamed my dad, we all did. So, when he came out of hiding, it was like this enormous weight had lifted off of my shoulders. I hadn’t even realized I was carrying it around, but I had never truly gotten over his death.” He chuckled, “So I went looking for him. I didn’t care if he was Touya or Dabi, I just wanted him in my life again. I’d take what I could get. So, I settled for our don’t ask don’t tell relationship.”

You felt a tear that wasn’t yours hit your lap. Of course this would be hard on Shoto, he’s potentially lost his brother for the second time. “If it makes you feel any better… He admitted to me that he loved you.” You smirked, “Well actually he told me he used to hate you which contradicts your story quite a bit. But he said he always wondered if things would have been better for you if he stuck around.”

Shoto laughed, “Sounds like him. Trying to act like the tough guy who didn’t give a shit… Just like how he was with you. I can’t tell you how many times he called me when he was gone checking on you. Texting me every single time your vitals spiked. He would check the cameras and send me voice memos about how he was going to beat my ass if I didn’t keep my hands where he could see them while we were sparing. But then he would deny it when I asked what going on between the two of you.”

“Hey, come on, I have an idea.” You stood and walked over to the corner of the field behind a small tool shed. You picked up a massive rock and moved it so it was hidden from view. “Can you burn his name into it?”

Shoto eyes darkened, “You want to have a funeral? We don’t even know if he’s dead…”

You nodded, “You’re right we don’t… but I think it’ll make it easier. We can have a place to morn him in private. Weather we mourn his death… or the death of who he could have been.”

Shoto’s shoulder slumped and eventually he nodded. His hand heated up and with his finger he wrote on the rock, “R.I.P. TOUYA”

You both sat there for a while just staring at the rock. You felt too cold standing here in the shade of the tool shed. You gripped your hoodie closer to you and held back the tears that you desperately wanted to shed. You knew you shouldn’t, but you let yourself think of Touya. You thought about what he would have been like if he had gone to UA. If he had become a hero. If you had met him under better circumstances. Would the two of you still have ended up together? Without your mountains of combined trauma would you even be the same people?

“You ready? We should head out soon or we’ll be late for your appointment.”

You rubbed your eyes and sniffled, “Yeah… let’s get this over with.”

Bravo wasn’t allowed in the medical side of the bunker, so you made a quick detour to your room to drop him off. Shoto quietly following behind you. “So how are things with you and Bakugo?”

You groaned and rubbed your temples.

Shoto chuckled, “That good huh?”

“He’s been hovering over me like I’m going to shatter into a million pieces at the slightest inconvenience. I appreciate what he’s trying to do… but it’s just too much. I told him I needed space… and we had a fight. He hasn’t spoken to me in two days.”

Shoto whistled, “I never thought I’d see the day that the two of you had a real fight. Sure, you always bickered like an old married couple growing up. But on anything serious he always caved to your every wish.” He paused at your door, “Wait. So, are you the reason he’s been extra grumpy lately?”

You blushed, “I don’t know… Maybe?”

You gave Bravo an extra scratch behind his ear before closing the door. At that same moment you heard the door next door click shut. Your eyes snapped up to meet Katsuki’s. “Oh hey… I didn’t know you were back from the surface yet.”

“Got back early this morning… I was actually on my way to see you. You have a time to get an early lunch? I want to talk to you about something.”

You played with the ends of your hair, which was an immediate give away that you were nervous. “I actually have some plans with Shoto. But I’m free after that. Shouldn’t take too long though.”

His eyes narrowed at your nervous posture and you cursed how well he knew you. “Oh yeah? What are you guys up to? Maybe I’ll tag along.”

You began to stutter but thankfully Shoto interrupted, “Clingy isn’t a good look for you Bakugo. Like she said… it’s not going to take long. Just wait here and she’ll be back soon.”

You saw Katsuki bristle and decided to step in before he picked a fight with Shoto. You stepped over to him and put your hand on his shoulder. “Hey, I just dropped Bravo off. He’s had some pretty bad separation anxiety lately so why don’t you go to my apartment and hang out with him while I’m gone. Make some coffee, pick out a movie or something. I’ll be back soon, and we can talk then.”

His posture softened as he looked you up and down. It was obvious to him that you were nervous. But he was trying his hardest to give you the space you wanted. He pulled you to him as he sighed, trapping you in his arms. “Okay fine. I’ll babysit the mutt. Can you do me a favor and bring back some migraine medication from the medical ward. My heads killing me.”

You nodded stiffly, hoping it was just a coincidence he needed something from the medical ward. “Not a problem. I have the weighted blanket you gave me on the couch if you want to take a nap while I’m gone. You look like you could use one.”

He squeezed you tighter to him. “I’ll be fine.” He leaned his head on top of yours. “I’ll be better once we stop fighting about stupid shit though.” He pressed a quick kiss to the side of your head, “I’ll see you when you get back.” He released you and looked to Shoto, “Try to behave. The two of you hanging out makes me nervous.”

Shoto chuckled, “Good. You should be nervous. If you don’t figure your shit out soon, I’ll be taking your best friend spot… Kacchan.”

You snorted as you pulled Shoto away. “Are you trying to get your ass kicked? You know only Izuku gets away with calling him that! Well… and me when he’s in a good mood. But even that’s pushing it.”

“Oh, he’ll get over it. He needs a reality check. He thinks the world revolves around him.” He led you down the hall. “He can be such a pain sometimes. But I will admit he’s so much easier to be around now than when we were in high school.” He bumped your shoulder, “In a way it’s thanks to you. As sad as it is, when you went missing, he matured. It was like out of nowhere he realized there were more important things in the world then him and his hero status.”

Something about talking about Katsuki’s emotional vulnerability while walking to the clinic to check if you were pregnant with Dabi’s child made you feel slimy. “Can we talk about something else. Literally anything else. How are you and Izuku doing?”

“Good… we settled into our room. It’s a nice enough room… but it’s right next to my dad’s room. Apparently he’s thought all this time that we were just roommates.” He threw his hands up and scoffed, “Honestly! Did he think we were both professional heroes, making tons of money, but couldn’t afford to live on our own?”

You giggled, “That sounds awkward. These walls aren’t exactly thick.”

“Oh believe me I know. And I don’t care. Poor Izuku though can’t even look my dad in the eye now without blushing.”

You laughed so hard you had to wipe away a tear. “Aw poor Izuku… He’s too innocent for this world.”

Shoto scoffed, “Innocent my ass. That man is a freak in—”

You held up a hand. “Stop, stop, stop! I don’t want to know. He is a pure innocent little muffin who used to braid my hair before workouts.”

“I thought Bakugo was the one who braided your hair? I can’t imagine him being okay with Izuku being that close to you.”

You laughed. “Oh he wasn’t at first. But mostly because Izuku was better than him at something. Kats liked to braid my hair in private while we watched TV.” You shook your head at the memory, “He actually got to be really good at it eventually.”

Shoto had succeeded in distracting you long enough to make the trip to the medical ward, but now that you were here the anxiety was creeping back in.

You paused before crossing the threshold. You knew it was important to find out once and for all if you were pregnant. But you were also enjoying living in ignorance. The fact that you didn’t know meant that you could live your life as normal. If you were pregnant… it would flip your entire world upside down. You would have a life you would be responsible for, a little human that would constantly remind you of the love that almost broke you.

If you weren’t pregnant then… you didn’t know how you would feel. Would you be relieved? Would you mourn?

Your hand found your flat stomach and clenched your shirt. You took a few steps further into the ward and was hit an overwhelming sterile smell. Your breathing hitched and your knees shook. It was too clean. It was too white. It reminded you too much of the lab.

Shoto’s hand took yours and gave it a soft tug. “Hey. It’s fine. You don’t have to do all of this. I can go in and request a pregnancy test and we can go back and do this in your room. Would that make you feel better?”

You shook your head, “Katsuki’s there…”

Shoto’s shoulders sagged, “At this point I think he’d be more upset at you hiding this from him. I’m not telling you how to live your life. I think you’ve earned the right to do whatever the fuck you want. But if it were me… I’d want as big of a support system as I could get…”

You chewed on your bottom lip as you thought about it. Did you want Katsuki to know? How would he react? What if you were pregnant? Would he be disgusted with you? Would he want to help? Your head was spiraling down a rabbit hole of what it and it was starting to make you dizzy.

“Hey, breathe! Just take a deep breath. Let’s get you out of here before you have a panic attack. Wait outside for me. I’ll get everything we need.

You pushed the wave of anxious nausea down and gave a shaky nod. “Okay… But remember to get some migraine medication for Ka—”

“Yeah. Yeah, I remember. Go sit down outside and try and focus on your breathing I’ll be right back.”

You made your way outside and immediately sat down and leaned your forehead on your knees. You needed to get these invasive thoughts under control. You thought about what Dabi used to do. He would sit with you and try and distract you by talking about random shit. You knew he’d be pissed if he knew his younger brother left you all alone during one of your episodes. The thought of him yelling at Shoto was almost enough to make you chuckle.

You took a deep breath and held it for a few seconds and started listing animals that start with the letter A. When you couldn’t think of any more you breathed out. Then you repeated the process with the letter B, then C. You had made it F when Shoto made his way back to you.

“Okay, so they gave me some weird looks. Which makes sense considering I am a gay man asking for pregnancy tests. But they didn’t ask too many questions. I have two tests, a bottle of water, some Tylenol, and a phone number for a doctor… you know, for if it’s positive.”

You took his outstretched hand and stood up. “Okay… let’s get this over with.”

Every step towards your room felt heavier than the last. You just wanted to curl up under your blanket and pretend none of this was happening.

You hesitated at your door for a few moments before remembering you were a tough bitch and barreled through it full of false confidence.

You expected to see Katsuki lounging on the couch watching something on the tiny TV. Instead you found him passed out with Bravo curled up next to him. The sight of it calmed your nerves.

“Hey Shoto, can you get some coffee going? I’m going to wake him up.” You tiptoed over to him and sat on the edge of the couch. “Hey…” You shook his shoulder. “Kats? Wake up. I need to tell you something…”

Katsuki grumbled and his arm snaked around you, pulling you down to his level. “Shhh, m’head hurts.”

You giggled “Hey stop I’m being serious… I need you to get up.”

One of his eyes cracked open. “What’s up you sound like you’ve been crying.”

You sighed, “I haven’t been crying, but I am… stressed…” He sat up and moved so you were sitting facing each other. He nodded urging you to go on. “So… The reason Dabi uh… locked me in his office was so he could go to the store to uh… buy a…. pregnancy test.”

Your eyes stared at your hands and you heard him suck in a breath. “Are you? …Pregnant I mean.”

You shrugged, “I don’t know… we got some tests from the medical ward today and I’m about to take them. I’m just… a little scared.”

A medicine bottle whistled through the air and smacked Katsuki in the face. “We got you your medicine too. You’re welcome.” Shoto was smirking over by the coffee maker.

Katsuki groaned as he stood up. “One of these days I’m gonna kick the shit out of you, IcyHot Bastard.”

He stretched and held a hand out to you. “Alright, come on. Let’s go piss on a stick.”

You felt a weight starting to lift from your shoulders. “Wait. So you’re not mad?”

He narrowed his eyes at you, “Why would I be mad? I knew what the two of you were doing. It’s not like you cheated on me. As much as I wish we were, we aren’t together.” His thumb came up to brush a tear away that you didn’t even know had fallen. “You’re not getting rid of me that easily Y/N. You being pregnant wouldn’t change how I feel about you. I would even be willing to tell people it’s mine if it makes it easier for you. Just tell me what you need, and I’ll do it.”

It was quite for a few moments, while you absorbed and processed this new development. He was surprisingly calm about all of this, and it was making it easier for you as well.

“God you’re whipped.” Shoto handed the pregnancy test to you but was smart enough to remain behind you so Katsuki couldn’t hit him.

You left the boys to bicker as you entered your tiny bathroom alone. You peed on both of the sticks and set a timer on Katsuki’s phone. The next three minutes were the longest three minutes of your life.

You paced as you tried to think of anything else. But your thoughts kept going back to that night when Dabi held you in his recliner after fucking you. He had asked about you having a baby. He had sounded so hopeful. His eyes so bright at the idea of you having a kid with him. Part of you couldn’t believe that was an act. He had seemed so sincere. You thought about how he would react if he knew you were taking a test right now.

The timer went off.

Shit.

Was your whole life about to change?

With shaky hands you picked up the first test. You held your breath as you looked to the second one to confirm it.

You opened the door with tears in your eyes.

“So, what’s it say? Am I going to be an uncle?”

You let out an audible sob. “I don’t know why I’m so upset right now.” You showed them the tests. “They’re both negative.”

Katsuki wrapped you in a hug and ran his fingers up and down your back. “It’s okay to be sad. Shoto made some coffee, I don’t have plans today. We can hang out here until you feel better.”

You cried into Katsuki’s chest as you watched some cheesy movie. He didn’t say anything. He wouldn’t even know what to say if he thought it would help.

You were grieving a child you never had, and a love that was nothing but lies. You needed to let it out. You needed to grieve so you could move on. And this is how you do that.

By the time the credits rolled your eyes were dry and you nose stuffy. “You said you wanted to talk to me about something earlier…?”

Katsuki stiffened, “Yeah, but I think it can wait. You’ve already had a rough day.”

You shook your head, “No… I want to know. I’m just going to worry about it until you tell me. I’d rather you just rip the Band-Aid off.”

He nodded, “We got word that Dabi may have been seen by your old place. We aren’t sure it was him though. Toga had been previously spotted as well, so it’s more likely that it was her. But either way, it looks like the LOV is sniffing around.”

“W—What makes you think it was Toga?”

He cleared his throat, “We have an informant working in the LOV and he told us the last thing he heard about Dabi was that Shigaraki had sent a team to collect him… but when they came back they were bloody and he wasn’t with them.”

You sighed, “Of course he wasn’t.”

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*The Laws* 1. No fucking shrugging 2. No drugs 3. No saying sorry for something that isn’t your fault 4.We work on communication every day 5. Wake up whenever the hell you want 6. No locked doors 7. We eat three full meals a day 8. No means no, no negotiations 9. We work on exercise every day 10. Ice cream must be kept in stock at all times 11. Accept help when it is offered 12. No lying 13. I will not initiate the sexy time without written or verbal consent.

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Keep Away

Yandere!Bakugou x reader

It’s a special occasion, so Bakugou decides to wine and dine you. It’s too bad for him that you’re intent on ignoring him.

Warnings: yandere, dark themes, lime, forced orgasm, minor food kink, stockholm syndrome, spanking, light violence

A/N: I woke up at like three in the morning and decided to finish this. I saw a bad ending to a certain cyberpunk bl dating sim, and thought “would be kinda cool to be force fed cake,” but then it didn’t really turn into all that much cake feeding which is probably for the best. Who’s to say. It’s just kinda fun to say “it came to me during a cyberpunk bl dating sim bad end,” rather than, “it came to me in a dream.” Also, I’m so sorry if you read this and go “ew strawberry cake isn’t my jam. Belgium chocolate 5evah!!!!1!!” but if you do happen to like strawberry cake, I got you fam. 

“So you’re not talkin’ to me now, is that it?”

You keep your gaze low, careful not to even lock eyes with your captor—because no, you’re not talking to him, you’re not looking at him, you’re not even going to acknowledge his existence. It’s your verbal keep away. You’ve decided that it’s the worst possible punishment for Bakugou—ignoring him. You’ve tried just about everything: screaming at him, hitting him, crying to him, begging for your release, and it’s all given you nothing. You figure, why be anymore of a source for his entertainment?

“You should at least thank me for cookin’ you a proper meal.”

From across the candlelit table, Bakugou uncrosses his arms, glaring from the admittedly very well-made plate, to you. He clicks his tongue when you don’t respond, then moans around a mouthful of pad-see-ew, just like he knows you can’t stand.

“It’s so good, baby. Practically melts on my tongue…”

You resist the urge to roll your eyes at that. It would be different if it wasn’t his food he complimented, but that’s Bakugou for you. Insolent, prideful, and terrible.

Bakugou stabs his chopsticks into his plate. “You’re not wearing the dress I bought. Not good enough for you?”

You didn’t even try it on. You want to tell him, but that would only spur him on. Bakugou likes it when you challenge him. He always gets that stupid smirk on his face, that daring look in his eye—always like he’s ready to bend you over and fuck you into submission. More often than not, that’s what ends up happening.

“Your ass would look great in it,” he says before taking another mouthful. You can feel his crimson glower scorching your skin, but you won’t give him the satisfaction of a reaction. “You can wear whatever you want, though. I want your ass even in those sweats.”

You exhale and lean back back in your chair. He really has to be so vulgar, doesn’t he? Well, that’s not gonna make you crack.

“Yeah, I won’t force you in it. Not yet, at least.” Bakugou grins at the thought, chewing loudly. “I wouldn’t mind playing a little dress up with my doll.”

Your lip twitches, and you hope he doesn’t see. You have to squeeze your thighs together and ignore impending thoughts of Bakugou’s hands on you—first tearing your clothes off, then slowly, sensually zipping that tight, black dress up. You can’t keep from imagining his lips grazing your back, hands running through your hair, him pressing into your backside…

“Need some water, babe? You’re looking a little flushed.”

Your eyes snap to Bakugou’s and your cheeks warm even more when you realize he’s just caught you fantasizing. At least he doesn’t know what you were thinking about. Christ, you could only imagine the field day he’d have with you if he found out you ever thought about him like that.

After you’ve spent plenty of time hating yourself for having these thoughts, you’ve come to the conclusion that it has to be natural. In a psyche class you’ve taken, you learned a bit about Stockholm syndrome, and though you’re sure you’re definitely not falling in love with your captor, it’s perfectly fine that you occasionally think about him in the lusty kinda way. Admittedly, he’s earned it with the amount of orgasms he’s given you since you’ve been taken. But he hasn’t earned your love. Definitely not.

Bakugou stands, folding his napkin onto the table, and walks over to the ice chest he has on standby. He’s wearing his red dress shirt, paired with that white floral vest and nice slacks. You want to know what the occasion is for, but you won’t ask. You’re definitely underdressed, and a part of you wishes you had put on that dress he picked out for you.

You close your eyes and empty your mind of such stupid thoughts.

“How about some champagne?” Bakugou flips a knife out and cuts the cork off with a pop!, making you jump a little bit. He glides over to you, puts his hand on your shoulder, leans in, and fills the crystalline flute sitting on the table. He smells like spice and that natural burnt toffee aroma he has. It’s so nice that you can’t help but lean into him just a teeny bit. And he notices.

“You’re gonna eat somethin’ for me, yeah?” he whispers lowly into your hair before kissing your temple. You freeze while he moves down your neck, brushing a finger along the opposing side of your face, coaxing your head to turn. “Or are you not in the mood for Thai? We can always skip straight to dessert.”  

Bakugou dips down to kiss you, but you turn so he misses and kisses your ear. He growls out a sigh and you clench your hands into fists. You’re waiting for it—for him to lose his cool. You don’t know why he’s trying to act kindly to you, but that’s sure to end at any moment, and when it does, he’s going to feel guilty. You’re planning on exposing him as the monster you’re always accusing him of being.

“I’m serious, I made cake,” he says, a slight edge in his voice. He twirls a finger around a strand of your hair, tugging it so you face him. “Your favorite. Strawberry cream frosting, and it tastes fucking fantastic.”

Bakugou’s gaze drops down to your lips before finding your eyes. “I could feed it to you—have you lick that sweet cream right off the tips of my fingers.”

Your scowl tightens on him. He smirks.

“Your lips always look the prettiest when they’re wrapped around something. I’m startin’ to really like that idea.”

“Why?” you bite out, because you can’t take it anymore. You’re either going to die from curiosity or die from embarrassment when he inevitably undresses you and finds out just how much his teasing gets to you, and you won’t let him have that.

Even still, Bakugou looks as triumphant as ever because you gave him what he wants: your attention.

“Why what, huh?”

“Why the dress!” You bark, resolve out the damn window. “The meal, the champagne, the cake?! Why are you trying to be so nice to me all of a sudden?”

“I’m not trying to be nice. I am nice.” Bakugou rolls his eyes as if he’s explaining something simple to a child.

“No, you’re not!” You insist. “You’re...you’re…” Shock sets in and your shoulders grow rigid. He couldn’t possibly be...but if he is...he’d be absolutely daft to think you’ll say yes. “You’re not proposing to me, are you?”

“Hah?” Bakugou’s eyes widen. You definitely caught him off guard, and you could melt from the steaming blaze in your cheeks. “You want me to put a rock on those pretty fingers of yours? Make an honest man out of me?”

“No! No!” You exclaim on a head shake. “I just thought...with the whole atmosphere-“

“Princess,” he interrupts, taking your hand into his. He brings the back of your wrist to his lips, and for a moment, you think you could be right about him proposing after all. At least, until he speaks again. “We ain’t gonna get hitched ‘til you’re good and knocked up—at least four months in, too. That way, there won’t be a chance in hell you can skip out on me.”

There won’t be a chance in hell he will knock you up with your IUD in, so good luck to him on that endeavor. It’s not like he doesn’t know about it, either. There’s a reason why he’s never been hesitant to enter you unwrapped. Although, considering what he just said, you don’t believe he’d be any different if the circumstances were different.

Your lips curl into a snarl. “Then what’s going on?!”

“You seriously don’t know?” He scoffs, then leads your hand to your champagne flute. Once you take it, Bakugou tells you he’ll be right back, and you down the drink. You let the bubbles wash down your throat and quickly take a bite of noodles before he sees. You sigh. They really do melt on your tongue. Bastard.

Before you know it, the faint smell of burning wics envelope your space, and all the lights in the room besides the candles on the table dim. Then, there’s a cake placed in front of you—pink, with intricate, white designs lining its frosted edges. You count the candles and there are exactly the same amount of years you’ve been on this earth, plus one—no, not plus one.

You look up to Bakugou for an explanation. He’s simply grinning down at you, looking proud.

“Happy birthday, baby.” Bakugou kisses the top of your head. “Make a wish.”

Absently, you blow the candles out, but you don’t make a wish, because your brain is too busy doing mental math. On your last birthday, you’d gone on a date with Hitoshi Shinsou. He took you to a cute, little café, bought you a coffee and a tiny cake. He’d ended the night with one of the shyest, sweetest kisses you’ve ever received. Not even four days later, Bakugou took you. You never got to thank Shinsou for that perfect day.

The hair on the back of your neck rises with the sudden realization that you’ve been with Bakugou for nearly an entire year. That’s one year of your life ripped away from you. One year where you haven’t made any progress achieving your dreams. One year that you’ll never get back.

“What’d ya wish for?” Bakugou asks, but you hardly hear him due to the scathing fury that rings in your ears and burns your back. You’re unsure of what you should say or how you should react; you already pulled the silent treatment and you think you’re far too livid to go zipping your lips again.

There’s only one thing you can do: go absolutely batshit crazy.

“I hate you!”

With a quick shuffle, the cake is splattered on the table, your plate flies across the room, and chopsticks are in your hand, aiming for Bakugou’s eyes. It’s too bad for you that Bakugou either expects it, or his reflexes are just so good that he catches you by the wrist before you can stab him. You’re immediately twisted around, chest on the table, arm pinned to your back, and his erection pressing into your ass.

“Yeah? You hate me?” Bakugou’s voice is erratic, husky, dripping with lust. He climbs on top of you, grinds into your behind, and hisses, “wanna say that again?”

“Let me go, asshole!” You below and try to buck him off of you, which only encourages him to pull your arm tighter, forcing you into paralysis. You grit your teeth while tears sting your lower lashes. The only weapon you have is your voice, and that’s always proven ineffective against him in the past. Still, you can’t stop yourself from yelling. “It’s been a goddamn year! I’m sick of being your prisoner!”

“Is that right?” Bakugou shifts, and you hear the sounds of metal clanking. You know instantly that he’s taking off his belt. You writhe as much as you possibly can, fearing a lashing. He hasn’t ever really hit you before, and though getting him to the point had been your end goal, taking the belt is a whole other level of pain you’re not willing to endure.

“Katsuki,” you pant, desperate. “Please, no. Please don’t. It’s...it’s my birthday!”

“You think I don’t fucking know that?” Bakugou releases your wrist, and goes for your hair instead. He yanks you back so that his chest presses against your back. His lips are against the junction of your shoulder and neck as he growls, “after everything I’ve fuckin’ done for you? Ungrateful little slut.”

He pulls your sweats down, cupping your ass roughly with his large, calloused hands. They feel good—his rough touch against your soft cheeks—and despite feeling fearful for the state of your ass, you can feel yourself getting aroused. “I really gotta put you in your place today of all days?” He squeezes your ass tight and possessive, like he owns it, and in the moment, you can’t really say that he doesn’t.

“No,” you cry and god you’re pathetic. You had this entire plan set up and now it’s barreling out of your control. As his lips graze your shoulder, you let out a sigh and say, “the cake was really, really pretty, Katsuki. I’m sure I would’ve loved it. I’m sorry I did that. I just…”

“Just what?” He rasps against your neck before his hot tongue draws a long line across your skin, making you shiver in response.

“I was just...overwhelmed,” you admit. “Our anniversary-“ you choke out, the words sour on your tongue, but you manage to make it sound sweet-“is just around the corner. I wasn’t prepared...I don’t have a whole lot of resources to do something special for you…”

Katsuki Bakugou sure is a lot of things, but he’s not a moron. You’re positive he can read your facade like a book and he’s certainly not one to play along. .

“Oh yeah? You wanna do something for me?” He sucks in your earlobe between his teeth, nibbling playfully. You mewl as Bakugou reaches around your body, large fingers moving down the front of you and sliding down your pubic bone. He dips two fingers between your lips, swiping smugly at the traitorous puddling at your core. “Is this really what gets you off, sweetheart? Lying to me just so I get a little rough with you?”

“N-no.” You try to sound stern, sure of yourself, but Bakugou is light to the touch, fingers barely teasing your sensitivity. You catch yourself grinding into them, directly resulting in your ass moving against his erection. You can feel him pulse against you, and it only makes your pussy throb in direct result, which doesn’t go unnoticed.

“Just admit you want me,” he seethes, pressing more firmly against you while his middle finger teases your entrance. “You like me like this. You don’t want sweet—you want me to be a hard ass, don't you? Why else would you act like such a slutty little brat? Good girls don’t get wet after shit like this, baby. Good girls don’t like to be thrown around.”

“Katsuki,” you say on a sigh while bringing a hand to his arm, hoping to direct him to break through your surface.

“Put your hands on the table,” he growls.

“Please.” You ignore him, pulling his arm more insistently, needing him to deepen his touch.

“This is the last time I’m gonna ask you; put your hands on the table, or I won’t hesitate to use this belt against your bare fuckin’ ass. I’ll lick you so good, you’ll have bruises for months. You’ll need to sit on a fuckin’ ice pack the next time I’m courteous enough to have you dine with me at my table.”

Shuddering, you obey him, planting your palms against the flat of the table, away from the splattered cake. Bakugou lets out a contemptuous scoff, brings your wrists together, and easily wraps his belt around them, tight and with no leeway.

He then pushes your shirt up so that it’s around your wrist with the belt, and pulls your sweats down all the way off of your legs. You’re virtually naked in front of him, with the exception of your bra and panties, helpless to do anything about it. Just like he likes it. He always wants you to bite back until he gets you to submit. He was probably enjoying your little silent treatment show, too; it was just another kind of rebellion, another barbel that he’s fought and won.

A tingle runs down your spine as he traces it with calloused fingers. You feel your stomach tighten from anticipation when he reaches your tailbone and his touch leaves your body. You hear him chuckle as he pulls at a strap of your thong, snapping it back into place. “At least I know you like the panties I got you.”

Pain bursts on your right cheek as the sound of his sharp slap ricochets around the dining room. You have to bite your lip to keep from crying out—even still, you’re trembling when he rubs the sore spot.

“Awww,” he coos, snickering. “You gonna try and act tough?”

You exhale, trying and failing to keep a steady breath, but it’s all wrong and you’re already panting.

“Show me how much you hate me, baby, I wanna hear you sing it.”

The next lick comes without any precursor, no warning, no time for you to brace yourself, so when he slaps your ass, you can’t help but cry out—ecstatic or indignant—it’s not your place to decide.

“Katsuki!” You fall forward, forehead on the table, inches away from the ruined cake.

He chuckles at your position, petting the back of your hair. “If you want me to stop, you’re gonna have to lick it up, Princess.”

Your eyes narrow and you shoot a sideways glare back at him. “I’m not a dog.”

His lips tilt sideways, cocky and annoyingly hot, cheeks red, brow raised provocatively. “You sure look like a bitch to me.”

He spanks you a third and fourth time, and your mouth hangs open with unspoken yelps, a familiar, shameful feeling traveling down your stomach to your throbbing heat.

Taking a second, Bakugou dips his fingers into the pink frosted mess in front of your eyes, and brings it to your mouth. “Taste it for me. I worked hard to get the flavor right,” he commands, smearing the cream over your bottom lip. You’re helpless to oblige. Only, when you stick your tongue out, he pushes two fingers into your mouth.

“Bite me, and I’ll have you tied up for the entire night. I’ll make you scream until you’re on the edge of passing out, then I’ll fuck you awake. I’ll use you—fill every hole you’ve got ‘til you’re nothing but a leaky drainpipe full of my cum. Do I make myself clear?”

“Mhmm…” Not wanting to test to see if he was just making empty promises, because he never makes empty promises, you glide your tongue around his fingers, aiming to please. You let out a soft, appreciative hum when you taste the sweet, strawberry flavored frosting, and suck his fingers clean.

“Good girl,” he says, his fingers leaving your mouth, only to dip back into the cake. He brings them back to your lips and you take him in willingly. “Now, I don’t want to hear another word out of that pretty little mouth, until I tell you to speak. Understand?”

You look at him with affirmation. He spanks you again.

Your body jolts, spit and cream drooling out of your mouth as you moan, trying not to utter a comprehensive word. The vibrations from the impact sends waves of pleasure dancing across your clenching heat. He hasn’t even really touched your sex, and yet, you feel the coils of an approaching orgasm winding up in the pit of your stomach.

The sixth and seventh spank has tears falling down your cheeks. The heat is too much to bear and you can feel sweat sliding down your back. You want to warn him—to request that he takes a break, because the oncoming shame that’s making your toes tingle and your heart race might be a little more humiliating than having him torture you for the entire night. But you say nothing, your curiosity besting your dignity. The next spank does you in. Your body shakes as you wail, your coils breaking while you pool out, thighs sheened with your arousal. There’s absolutely no hiding yourself, and Bakugou is going to be all too smug about this. You simply cannot believe yourself.

“No way,” Bakugou husks, fingers leaving your mouth. You’re panting again when he brings his fingers to your fluttering pussy. He pushes them in and all you can offer is a sigh when he’s up to his digits in you.

“Aww...oh no.” You can’t tell if his concern is genuine or not, but it doesn’t matter to you. You’re ashamed, embarrassed, and defeated. He’s never going to let you live this down. You can already hear his future taunts buzzing around in your head. ‘You can’t pretend like you don’t like me when I’ve made you cum just by spanking your perfect little ass.’

God-fucking-damn it.

He has all the merit to tease you for it now, and you’re expecting him to—hell, you’re practically bracing yourself for it, but instead, he pulls his fingers back and pushes your bottom over, so you face him.

“Ah~Ow!” You wince when your butt hits the table.

“Ah. C’mere.”  He frowns and pulls you up by the belt at your wrist. You don’t stop yourself from falling into his embrace. He might be the source of all of your dread, but he’s also your only means of comfort. You let your tears roll onto his chest, muffling your sobs into his shirt. He hushes you, nails tickling your back as he kisses your hair. “S’okay, princess. You’re okay. I’m here.”

“I’m s-sorry,” you cry, and though your wrists are still bound, you manage to clutch onto his shirt. You pull him into you, shamelessly reveling in the familiarity of his scent.

“Hmm?” He lifts your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. “What for?”

Your lips tremble and you shake your head, unable to voice exactly what you’re sorry for. Climaxing? Telling him that you hate him? Treating him so poorly when all he does is take care of you? You shake your head again when the actualization of your situation sets into the forefront of your mind. There’s practically a river of tears streaming down your face now and you wish for nothing more than to do disappear, because you’re a stupid girl, there’s cake in your hair, and Stockholm syndrome is bullshit!

“What is it?” He insists, he is tone low, caring.

Dumb. You’re so dumb. Your brain is screaming at you to not say anything, but your skin still buzzes from the thrill of your orgasm. Despite loathing yourself more than ever, you’re practically high, both from catharsis and euphoria.

“I don’t...hate you.” It’s small but it’s there—your voice. There’s a lot to decode from your confession, and by the way Bakugou’s eyes soften just the tiniest bit, you know that he knows what you will not say..

His thumb brushes across the corner of your mouth, wiping away at some residual frosting, then brings it up to where your lips part.

“I know,” he says as you take him in again, swirling your tongue around his thumb, now enjoying the taste of the cake. “Of course I know.”

Your heart swells when he doesn’t laugh at you. He doesn’t even look all that proud of himself. He simply gazes at you with adoration and amazement—and, of course, lust because you have your lips wrapped around something. Prick.  

“That was very hot, babe,” he says before kissing your forehead. “I really didn’t think that you could be so responsive to me.” He chuckles darkly, but it lacks his familiar malicious undertone. “Don’t really feel like I earned it, either.”

His thumb leaves your mouth, slides against your bottom lip, and is abruptly replaced with a kiss. Bakugou’s tongue teases your mouth open, then caresses yours with his. “Mmm,” he hums, the reverberations of his voice sending sensational buzzes down your neck. He nips at your bottom lip, then smirks against you. “Tastes good.”

He kisses you again, molding his lips perfectly to yours, and you feel his arousal poke at your bound hands. Not quite lucid enough to think it through, but feeling a bit mischievous yourself, you cup his girth through his trousers, rubbing his hard length up and down. You run your tongue against his, wanting to taste the power he has over you.

“You want me, baby?” Bakugou asks, pressing himself more firmly into your hands. “You wanna feel me slide inside that wet pussy of yours?”

Still not willing to give him a verbal confirmation, you squeeze his cock, legs wrapping around his torso to pull him closer to you. He growls when you have him grinding against your heat, a dark stain appearing on the prominent bulge he rubs against you. When he pulls away, you see that his pupils are blown, barely a sliver of his crimson iris to be seen. He looks moonstruck, predatory, and beautiful.

“Naughty girl,” he scolds, a tick in his jaw. He pushes you lightly, easing so that your back is on the table, your legs spread out for him. He groans when he runs a finger up your damp, clothed slit.

“I asked you a question,” he continues, playing with your core. He gets a dreamy look in his eye when he pulls your panties to the side, and feels exactly how wet you are for him. Then, he shoots a scathing glower your way. “Do. You. Want. Me. To. Fuck. You?”

“Yes,” you say with a nod. “I want you to fuck me, Katsuki.”

“That’s really too bad.” He snickers arrogantly and your heart falls into your stomach. Didn’t you just have a soft moment?! “Only good girls get fucked, pretty baby. You can’t confess your undying love for me and expect that gets you out of your punishment.”

“I did not!” You argue which earns you a dangerous look.

“You and I both know what the hell you meant,” he says with a threateningly sexy lilt. “You can’t take something like that back at the drop of a hat.”

”I think you’ve punished me enough already,” you bite out defensively, quick to change the subject, because you‘re bitterly aware that he’s right.

“And who are you to decide that?” He smirks, brushing a thumb across your pubic bone. “Thought you were my prisoner.”

“I didn’t mean that!”

“No?” Bakugou gets down to his knees, leveling his face with your center. “Actions speak louder than words, angelface.” He kisses your clit, making the same noise he does when he’s trying to bother you while eating, only when he does it on your cunt, all of your nerve endings catch flame and you’re spiraling back to needy senselessness. “Prove to me that you’ve earned my cock by riding my tongue.”

He’s nothing if not altruistic when he’s between your legs. He’s always been generous and dedicated to getting you off, but there’s something different about how he’s moving now. He uses the flat of his tongue and draws languid strokes up your entrance, taking his time while he swirls around your clit. He groans into you, and if the vibrations of his voice weren’t enough to finish you off then and there, his fingers sure as hell do it for you. He pushes them into you, reveling in the feel of your spongy walls hugging him tightly. He traces intricate patterns across your skin, mapping out the places that make you moan the loudest, just to be keen on teasing you for harrowing minutes. He’s going about this agonizing slow, but there’s something about him taking his time, rather than completely ravaging you to prove just how good he is at eating you out, that already has your walls clamping down around his fingers, your back arching, whimpers and pleas tumbling out of your mouth.

It hits you like a brisk wave crashing against the oceanic shoreline. First it was one liquescent sensation, then a pandemonium of your nerves roaring to life. Your thighs close against his head, locking him into place while your fingers twine with his hair. He moans into you, multiplying the excruciating thrill tenfold. You rock against his tongue, savoring this magnificently prolonged ecstatic escapade.

When your nerves cool down and you’re no longer twitching too much, Bakugou offers you a wry grin before licking his lips.

“Look at what a mess you’ve become,” he coos , kissing your shaking thighs, eyes locked on yours. “Was that all because of me, princess.”

“I...don’t think I’ve come so hard in my life.” You breathe, disoriented by the fact. “Oh my god.”

“That so?” He asks as his tongue travels up your thigh.

Bakugou fervently laps up your post-orgasmic juices all the way back up to your drenched cunt. He groans dramatically while his tongue dives back into you. You’re far too sensitive now, and he doesn’t stop—he likes having you squirm around, bucking your hips this was and that, all attempts at finding an escape for his erotic torture futile. Soon he has you spasming out of control for the third time this night, and he rides the waves of your grudging pleasure with delight.

“K-katsukiiii, pleeease!” You’re breathless, hot, and irrational. He has a large hand gripped tightly on your side while three fingers continue to curl inside of you. “I can’t t-take it anymore! It’s t-too much!”

“What? You don’t think you’ve got another one in you?” He keeps your eyes locked on his as his hands push your thighs farther apart, his tongue slowly gliding across your throbbing clit.

You shake your head, practically sputtering your pleas. “I will do whatever you want, so please-“

‘’S that right?” Bakugou grins up at you, smug and triumphant. He pushes you farther up on the table and climbs over you, one hand at the side of your head, holding him up—the other reaching out to grab a coin-sized piece of cake. He presses it against your mouth as he prompts you with an, “ahh.”

“Ah,” you mimic and he pushes the cake into your mouth. The moment you swallow is the moment his lips latch onto yours. You taste your headiness mixing in with the creamy texture of the cake and you can’t help but moan openly into his mouth.

Bakugou ends the kiss too soon, catching you out of breath and wanting more.

“You can be a good girl, can’t you?” His voice is raspy, thick with need, and you know he’s close to falling apart. You want him to. You need him to. He’s broken you, so it’s only just that he breaks sometimes too.

You nod, cautious to see what he’ll be doing next. He’s certainly not taking off his pants, which was the only thing he should be doing.

He moves your arms over his shoulders and leans down low, breath hot on your ear. “You’ll do anything for my cock?”

“Yes,” you sigh and wish more than anything for your hands to be free so tear his shirt off.

“Because you don’t hate me at all. In fact, you fuckin’ love me. You love everything I do to you, but you’re too stubborn to admit it. That right?”

You scowl ahead, teeth clenched. “Yes.”

He draws a line with his tongue against the most sensitive part of your neck, making you shudder, and asks, “yes, what, princess?”

You narrow your eyes. “Yes, I am stubborn.”

With a “teh!” Bakugou kisses your cheek and leads you up so that you’re sitting straight, and guides you both carefully off the table, sweeping you up to carry you so that you don’t step in any of the food you’ve tossed around. He cradles you in his arms, you half-naked, him fully dressed, and smiles sardonically.

“I’m not gonna make you say it, because it is your birthday, but I will have you know that your punishment is not over.”

“You’re kidding me!” You bark back, leaning away to look him in the eyes to see if he’s serious.

“Sorry, baby.” He laughs. “But I had a romantic evening planned out for the two of us and you just had to throw your little bratty tantrums.”

“What do I have to do—?”

“—to get me to fuck you?”

“Yes!”

“You’re going to take a shower, put on that fuckin’ dress, then we’re gonna do this whole dinner thing over again. If you can behave, then maybe—maybe you’ll get my cock. If not—well princess, history tends to repeat itself, but I was hoping we could act like a normal couple just for one night. Thought maybe you’d be into it too, but that’s not what you want at all, is it?”

“I...want to be a normal couple,” you say unenthusiastically. You’re not sure if you meant you wanted to be a normal couple with Bakugou or if you wanted to be free and normal with somebody else entirely.

Bakugou snickers, as if you said something childish. “No you don’t.”

“Because you think I don’t want to be with you.”

“Nah...I know you want to be with me. But you don’t want to be a normal couple. You want this, babe. You want what we have. You want the chaos. You revel in it.”

“Well, I—“ you begin, desperate to find an argument point that doesn’t make you sound dumb. Is he right? Do you enjoy this? Everyday is like a game with him, and it drives you up the fucking wall, but what would you be without it?

“I hope you can keep your self-control,” you retort flippantly, abandoning the argument. “Hope your dick didn’t burst your buttons, Katsuki.” Your gaze drops down to the tent in his pants, then snaps pointedly back at his face.

He’s absolutely unfazed. In fact, he’s more chipper than you’ve ever seen him—like he’s the cat who caught the mouse. “Just for that, I’m gonna join you in the shower. Keep my belt around those wrists and have you watch me wash myself—see all that you’re missing out on.”

You groan, head falling into his chest as he begins walking towards the stairs. “I really do fucking hate you.”

“Keep tellin’ yourself that, sweetheart,” he says back, a smile in his voice. “Just as long as you know that you’re not the only person here that knows how to play keep away.”