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hotwings0203 · 4 years ago

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Guys I’m having another Bakugo brainrot

Tw: bullying, noncon, nonconsensual peeping, manipulation

Remember that one episode of MHA where the class goes to the sauna and M*neta tries to check da girls out over the wall?

Imagine the same scenario, but years later when they’re all older

The class wanted a reunion, just to relax and blow off some steam

You’re with the girls, and you all lay back in the hot water reminiscing about the older days when everyone was still getting the hang of their own quirks

Mina brings up this exact same scene but years ago.

“Ohmigosh, do you guys remember the last time we came in our first year here and Mineta totally tried to get a peek at us?”

“Ugh, I hope Iida is keeping a good hold on him right now,” Ochacko giggles, kicking her feet up to rest on a rock

You hum in agreement, tilting your head back to rest against the wooden wall separating you and the boys.

As it was, Uraraka was almost spot on with her hopes. Except, Iida and Tokoyami were out getting refreshments for the rest of the boys, leaving the remaining group to their own plot.

Which was lead by Mineta, of course, who had the brilliant idea to spy on the girls, just like they almost did years back.

“Guys, come on, please they’re right there!” He practically salivates, wildly gesturing to the tall wooden wall in front of them.

Most of them shift uncomfortably and groan about him being a creep as usual, but the rest stay silent.

Mineta takes their lack of outright refusal as fuel to keep blabbering.

“Look, we almost got away with it back then-“

“-You mean you got away with it, we didn’t do shit. And you didn’t exactly get off scot-free, Kota completely demolished your attempts and you landed ass down on Four-Eyes’ face,” Bakugo drawls, leaning his head backwards and looking up at the obsidian sky. The boys laugh, remembering the ridiculous event.

The night is cool, the stars littering the inky atmosphere take the pressure off of Bakugo’s lungs. For weeks now they’ve been training like dogs, battling each other and even minor villains for extra practice of their quirks. This trip was supposed to be a leisure getaway, not a free porno.

But the grape-headed perv is insistent, scoffing and waving the blond’s quip off like some annoying fly.

“You know, there’s something in it for you too, Bakugo. I’ve seen the way you look at Y/N.”

This causes a murmur and a couple of light beers towards the blond, who in turn snarls and ignites his hand to quell the commotion. All of them had an inkling that Katsuki Bakugo had finally set his sights on some poor girl, and that was you. It was such a rare sight to see his face flush slightly when you walked past him, the way he stuttered over his words a bit when you two would be conversing amongst the same group, and best of all, when they would see how he would excuse himself to the bathroom or locker room occasionally when your hero suit would tear in certain places after battles.

“Shut the fuck up 3’2, unlike you I don’t need to ogle at those brain dead bimbos.”

“Oh? I didn’t realize you thought of Y/N as a ‘brain dead bimbo’, Bakugo, I’ll be sure to let her know how you feel” Mineta grinned maliciously, and the boys ‘oooo’ed at the jab.

Bakugo’s voice caught in his throat.

“You wouldn’t,” he growled, rising slightly out of the water.

“I already know you’ll kill me afterwards, but I’m prepared for the repercussions if you don’t help...cooperate here,” Grapehead inspected a cuticle and feigned a yawn.

“Come on Bakugo, it’s not like it’s gonna hurt anyone! Well keep this to ourselves,” Denki chimed in a little too eagerly.

“Yeah, I mean, we’re only asking for your and everyone’s support so that we can focus better on training y’know? A little fun never killed anyone.” Sero threw his arm over Kirishima’s shoulder, who blushed at the whole ordeal but kept silent all the while.

Katsuki looked around. Slowly, others were starting to really listen in and look interested at the outcome of Mineta’s plan. Surely a little peeping wouldn’t be too bad would it? And plus, it was only a one time thing.

Shoto was faring the same way as Kirishima, quiet and maybe embarrassed at what they were planning on doing, but no outright refusal. Even Deku had a weird longing glint in his eye, the same kind he would get when he used to fawn over All Might.

He thought about it for a minute more, a chance to see you, naked, honest, and pure, splashing around with your friends as you let your femininity dangle as it pleased.

“Do whatever the hell you want. I’m not taking blame if the bird and glasses come back, though.”

Hushed cheers and excited murmurs erupt from around the spring, and they huddle together to form a plan.

A couple minutes later, the boys were grouping around the wooden panels. Todoroki had burned a hole into the soft wood, and sero had used his transparent tape to cover it up so that the girls couldn’t see it from their side.

And there they were, completely bare, hair flowing, curves showing, voices mature and high pitched giggles emanating from around the water and bank.

Bakugo seeks you out immediately after the hole is made, shoving his way through the crowded bodies much to the amusement of others. But he doesn’t care, all he wants at the moment is to see you in your most honest element.

He doesn’t have to look long, because you’re right there, you’re right in front of them, only a few meters away. Your back is facing them, but the sight of your smooth, naked back and the round curve of your ass squishing against the rocks underneath you is enough to make Bakugo’s cock bob painfully above the water. It’s not too hard to hide his erection since the boys’s attention is elsewhere at the moment.

Your hair is open, and he wants nothing more than to feel it in his hands, run his fingers though your scalp and pull so hard that your neck is snapped back, he wants to know what kind of noises you’ll make for him, would you sound shrill and high pitched or would you wail and bellow for him to let go?

They can hear the girls talking amongst themselves, the hole in the wall makes their voices more audible and clear.

“Quit playing coy, Jirou, we know you’ve got your eye on someone,” Hagakure’s body is nowhere to be found as usual, but her chipper voice rings out from the middle of the hot spring.

Jirou is a few feet away from where you sit, her body also being shown for everyone to see. Bakugo glances at Kaminari to confirm his suspicion, but gags and quickly looks away when he gets an eyeful of his friends’ erect cock.

Not that Bakugo himself has room to talk, though.

“I mean, not really, it’s not a big deal.” The ravenette shifts and hides her head from the rest of girls’ cooing.

“Uh huh, sure. You’re not fooling anyone Kiyoka, I’ve seen the way you look at Denki. You two can’t keep your eyes off each other, it’s cute,” you purr, and Bakugo holds himself back from shoving the other guys out of the way just so that he can hear your voice the best.

Squeals and sounds of splashing fill the air, and Sero and Kirishima whisper excitedly and clap their red-faced friend on the back. Denki can’t keep the 50K watt smile off his face, and even Bakugo grunts and knocks shoulders with him, letting him know that he was happy for the human charger.

But then Jirou claps back with her own snarky observation, and the boys fall hush at the new revelation.

“Alright, you wanna talk about ogling Y/N? Then tell me, how’s Deku doing?”

“Or Bakugo, too,” Mina adds slyly, and now all the girls’ attention, as well as the boys’, is on you.

Bakugo felt like he had whiplash. He would’ve been elated, on Cloud 9 even to hear that maybe you had something for him too, had shitty Deku’s name not have been thrown in there too.

And he looks around wildly for the green haired freak, the freckles dusted across the expanse of his face even more prominent from the deep blush quickly forming, his scarred hands holding the sides of his face shaking in awe and gleeful shock.

But the rest of the boys aren’t as oblivious to how Bakugo seethes at his rival’s joy, from the way the water gets hotter from his quirk sparking underneath the rippling waves. Kirishima scoots closer to his friend and gently lays a hand on his shoulder as if to say, calm down, man. Not right now.

And so the hothead leaves it for the time being, opting to hear your response.

“I-it’s really nothing, they’re both just good classmates like the rest of the guys,” and although your back is turned to them, it doesn’t take a genius to know that you’re embarrassed too, your leg skittishly bouncing in front of you is making your ass jiggle from the back, much to the delight of the salivating boys.

Bakugo wants to spill blood when he suddenly realizes your body is being shown for the rest of these dogs to see

The girls start teasing you, your splutters being drowned out by their playful accusations.

“Come on L/N, whose cuter?”

“Dont act all coy now, I know how nervous you get when you’re all close to Bakugo. I mean I don’t blame you, have you seen his muscles? He could crush someone’s head with those things!”

“Yeah, but have you seen the way she giggles when Deku starts his mumbling tangents? That’s a classic crush right there.”

Bakugo is getting desperate to hear your answer now, some of the boys have left, feeling like they had their full of excitement for the night. They saw some tits and ass, heard some gossip, end of story.

The only ones remaining were Bakugo and his gang, as well as IcyHot and Shitty Deku.

Shitty Deku, who seemed equally eager to hear your response.

It pissed him off that he wasn’t getting the message to fuck off, even after all the growling and death stares he was receiving from his childhood friend.

But he guesses after a lifetime of dealing with it, it doesn’t scare Deku as much as it does anymore.

Maybe he’ll have to amp it up, later

“W-well I mean both of them have their own respective...flaws and strengths I guess..sometimes Deku can be kinda hard to talk to ‘cuz he’s so shy, but Bakugo can be a real jerk at times, too.”

You trail off, and Bakugo scoffs to himself. Him? Flaws? Those two words didn’t go well in one sentence together, but nonetheless he continues to listen. He wouldn’t refute the notion of him being an asshole, he wasnt that delusional.

“And yeah, I mean Bakugo definitely intimidates me sometimes with how aggressive he can be, but Deku is definitely getting up there in terms of physical prowess. But in terms of who I like, I’d have to say-“

“Midoriya! Bakugo! What are you two doing over there?”

Iidas voice booms across the water, and all 6 of the boys jump back, startled at the intrusion.

“No, wait-“ Bakugo hisses, clawing his way towards the hole to hear the rest of what you had to say, but Sero and Todoroki shove him back and patch the hole up with fire and tape, shutting off your confession.

Deku waves his arms around wildly, stammering some excuse of dropping his towel in the spot where they all were sheepishly gathered. They eventually waded their way over to where Tokoyami had set the drinks down, but the blond was shaking with hot rage despite the cool refreshment that was shoved into his hand by a wary Kirishima.

“Don’t sweat it dude, it’s not like her and Midoriya are gonna da-“

“Finish that sentence and I’ll blast both your and his head off,” he glowers at the redhead, shorting a dark look to where an all-too-happy Deku was chatting with Todoroki, as if they hadn’t been drooling over their naked classmates merely a couple minutes ago.

Kirishima backs off with raised hands in surrender, leaving Katsuki to mull over the situation by himself.

You couldn’t seriously be interested in that green haired freak, right? I mean he could barely talk to a girl without tripping over his own damn tongue, for fucks sake.

Not that he was any better himself. He failed to acknowledge the times where you had merely asked him for an extra pencil, when he snapped at you for being such a fuckin’ dumbass that you couldn’t even remember to bring your own shit. He had done that out of pure impulse, but he regretted it the moment he saw your face fall, his heart clenching at the sight

He’d have to show you that he was the better option, regardless of if you wanted it or not.

And so when they had all gotten out of the water and gotten ready for food, Bakugo already knew what he had to do.

You were all eating outside in the camp pavilion, each at their own separate tables. He was sitting with the boys, all of them joking around and throwing food at each other while he was staring you down.

He couldn’t keep his eyes off you. How could you expect him to, after he had seen half of you bare already? It was sinful almost, the way you were completely in the dark about what he had seen and heard, while he himself was fantasizing about what you looked like and felt like on the front.

So when Deku came by your table, no doubt also having the same conversation of the springs in mind, wanting to get closer to you, Bakugo felt his sanity snap.

The fork he held in his hand started melting in his ignited hand, steam curling from his palm. He watched as the green-eyed fuck made successful shitty attempts to make you laugh, his eyes trained on where you gently laid a hand on his shoulder after something he said that made you throw your head back and howl with glee.

“Hey man, your fork-!” Kaminari yelped, pointing at the disfigured mess of metal in his friend’s steaming hand.

“Huh?” Bakugo was pulled out of his irate daze, and he quickly dropped the fork when he saw what he unconsciously did.

They all looked at him for an uneasy minute after noticing the expression on his face, no doubt understanding he was furious about being compared to Deku once again in front of you.

“Look, Bakugo, don’t really take what Y/N said to heart. We don’t know who she actually likes, and Midoriya’s just her friend...” but Sero trails off hesitantly after glancing in your direction, seeing Deku’s dreamy expression as your hand still continues to rest on his shoulder.

“Just let her come to you, yeah? You don’t wanna force anything on her, that’ll make her really uncomfortable-“

-“Shut the fuck up Shitty Hair, and mind your own damn business,” Bakugo interjects, abruptly unscrewing his drink and standing up, unable to lose you to some broccoli- headed bug-eyed fuck.

He stiffly walks across the pavilion to where you two sit, and feigns a swig from his bottle. Your focus is still on Deku, so you don’t notice him approach until he comes up behind you two and ‘trip’s, falling forward and strategically spilling the liquid all over Deku’s back and your front.

You squeal as your blouse is drenched, and Deku shoots up from his seat to grab some napkins while searching for the perpetrator.

“What the- Kacchan?”

“Oops.”

Bewildered, you look at the two while dabbing the wet splotches on your shirt, Mina and Tsu jumping into action to help you.

The boys exchange a weird look, and although Bakugo gave his version of an apology, he doesn’t look very sorry. In fact, if you saw it right he looked almost...smug? With a bit of anger?

Deku wasn’t any easier to understand either. His voice was lilted as usual while he grabbed napkins, but his gaze never left his childhood friends’ and his eyes weren’t exactly the big doe-eyes you had grown fond of.

They were darkened, and narrowed as they bored into Bakugo’s eyes. Neither one of them was looking away from each other, and there was a weird tension in the air that everyone could sense.

But you couldn’t focus on that right now, you had to go and wash up.

“I gotta change and maybe take a shower, I can feel it sticking to my skin,” you scrunch your nose in disgust and tell Mina as you stand to leave. Deku offers to walk you, but you wave him off kindly.

As you pass by Bakugo, you can feel his eyes rove up and down your body, very obviously staring at the way your white shirt clings to your chest from the liquid, sending chills up your spine.

But he doesn’t come after you, not yet.

It’s only after everyone has finished up from their dinner and headed off to bed almost 20 minutes later that the showers finally, finally warm up enough for you to dip a hesitant toe in.

Curse the old pipes.

*******

He watches you from the dark, the only light you’re provided with is the dim emergency light from the rusty bulb, the camp counselors having been shut the facility’s lights off merely a half hour ago. But you were stubborn in waiting for the water to warm up so you were left alone in the showers, shifting uncomfortably in your sticky wet clothes.

And then miraculously you get up for the umpteenth time to check the temperature of the water, and it’s finally deemed appropriate for you when you sigh in relief and start taking your shoes off.

He hides in the door partition, his cock hardening slowly as he thinks of you alone with just him and his mercy. You were going to pay for almost breaking his heart and prancing around with stupid fucking Deku instead.

But asides from his rage, he still liked you, a lot. He wanted you to want him as much as he wanted you, so he decided to try and attempt to make your first time with him as gentle and as special as he could in the dirty cabin showers.

Bakugo waits with bated breath for the right moment, and the second your hands grip the end of your shirt to pull it up, he slowly emerges from the dark.

“You know, I’m glad you came here alone, at night. It’s almost like you wanted this.”

You jump violently at the low voice coming from seemingly nowhere, and you wildly look around for the source until you see him...coming at you slow from the inky abyss of the room, like a predator stalking his prey.

His figure seems to loom even larger than he actually is, the shadows of his tall body bouncing off the walls and grazing over the top of your head. He seems to be in no rush, taking his time with his hands in his pockets, eyes flashing dangerously at you as he stalks forward until he’s backed you up against the deteriorating wall, chest to chest with you.

“W-what the hell, Bakugo,” you stammer nervously. “This is the girls room, you can’t be here-“

And the hand you raise to push him away is caught in his calloused ones, your other wrist is quickly seized as well and slammed above your head. You cry out in pain and try kicking out, but he wedges a bulky knee in between your thigh and shoves his face mere millimeters away from yours, a mean leer adorning his normally-attractive face.

“What, I can’t be here? And here I was thinking that you almost liked me. But oh, I forgot, Deku’s your favorite, right?” The grip on your wrist tigthens and his leg flexes from in between your thighs.

You squirm and sob, about to ask what the hell he was talking about-

Oh.

Oh no.

He sees the understanding pass over your face, and he laughs cruelly at the horror that comes with it.

“You heard me? How?”

“Not just heard. I saw you, too.”

He lets his eyes drop from your neck, to your chest, and then to the juncture between your legs which was being massaged by his knee.

Tears well up in your eyes as you realize he was watching you this entire evening in the springs. How he got away with it, you didn’t want to even know.

“I saw your hair open for the first time, and not in that stupid hairdo you always do for school.”

He trails his hand softly up the sides of your body and up your neck until he reaches his big hand into your scalp. You whimper and gasp as he laces his fingers through your locks, seeming to caress you but then harshly yanking your head back so you had no choice but to look at him head on.

“I saw your ass pressed up against the rocks, and I wished it was up against my cock instead.”

He removes his hand from your hair and snakes it down to your bottom, kneading and slapping it lightly. You writhe even harder now, too scared to make a noise in case he hurts you even worse, just wanting him to get the hell off of you.

“But I didn’t see the front of you. I imagined what you would look like with tears streaming down your face while I was stuffing you full of me”

He plays with the edge of your shirt, a dark look in his eye as he plays with you. You try to budge your hands but to now avail, only serving in annoying him and shoving his knee up further into your crotch. The pressure on your clit is immense, and your legs start shaking as you’re forced to be suspended almost midair on his knee.

“Take this off,” he says softly, the rasp catching in his voice.

“Bakugo, please. You don’t have to do this, I swear I won’t tell anyone-“

“You think I’m worried about if you’ll tell anyone? Hah! I already know you won’t, wanna know why?”

He leans in, inhaling the scent of your hair and grazing his nose along the side of your neck. You force yourself to breath in and out, feeling an impending heart attack.

“‘Cause if you do, I’ll make sure to fuck you in front of everyone, especially on Deku’s broken body.”

And then you can’t stop them, the tears fall from your body shaking in pure fear at his threat.

You knew he wouldn’t actually do something like that, but hearing it snarled in your ear so softly made you believe it all the same, the power he held while you were fucked, literally and metaphorically.

“Now I’m not gonna ask you again. Take this shit off before I burn it, bitch.”

You don’t want to piss him off further, so with trembling hands you lift the edge of your sticky uniform and start to pull it off, but he stops you with a frustrated grunt.

“Slowly. I wanna savor this while no ones here.”

You bite your lip and suppress a scream as you do what he says.

And oh, does he ever savor it. The shirt clings deliciously to your breasts, and he licks his lips as it ruffles up and over your head. Your skin is perspiring from the humid air, a sheen of sweat lightly decorating your collarbones. Bakugo can’t hold himself back any longer, and you yelp when he comes at you suddenly.

He lunges at your face and pins your arms down by your side again as his lips mesh against yours, his kiss filled with clacking teeth and a thrashing tongue against your lips. The knee you’re straddling is bouncing lightly up and down, jostling you on it and causing your cunt to pulsate with heat.

You let out a distressed moan, and he swallows it greedily, using the advantage of your open mouth to delve deeper into your wet cavern. You open bleary eyes and flinch when you find his already wide open, staring back into unforgiving vermillion orbs.

He pulls back slightly, panting. “I bet Deku didn’t get this kind of treatment, huh? It’s all for me right?”

You don’t know if he’s genuinely asking you or just being insane, so you don’t answer him. Fortunately and unfortunately for you, he doesn’t care for your response, rather more focusing on dragging you by your neck towards the hot showers.

You slip and stumble as he shoves you in a stall, gaining your balance only too late when he turns and locks the door.

“Look, I’m sorry okay? I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings, just forget you saw or heard anything at the springs, it was just girl talk, stupid stuff that didn’t mean anything-“

“-even if it didn’t mean anything to you I’ll make sure you believe what you’ll feel after I fuck you senseless.”

And with that, he tugs off his clothes and licks his lips at the sight of you cowering against the wall, naked and oh so vulnerable.

He slowly shifts towards you, pressing his body flush against your trembling one. You can feel the outline of his erection on your thigh, and you swallow at how big it is.

“I don’t wanna have to close your mouth or restrain you when I’m balls deep in that tight cunt. So don’t do anything stupid and this’ll be a whole lot easier for you.”

He reaches a hand down and lightly strokes your labia, relishing in how you whimper and jerk against him, but don’t dare try to stop his hand.

Smart girl

Another hand finds its way to your tits, tugging and pulling at your hardened nipples. You gasp and arch into his touch, slowly coming undone from his ministrations. He humps against your leg like a teenage kid, grunting while he does so.

His mouth is attacking yours once again, but now you’re too tired from the constant surge of adrenaline coursing through your veins to even move your head. You just let him play with your body, your heart, your soul.

“I think the princess is wet enough for me now,” he leers at you when he pulls his fingers away, scissoring his digits to show the strings of wetness he pulled from your pussy.

You squeal and grab onto his chiseled arms as he suddenly hikes his hands underneath your upper thighs and picks you up, forcing your legs to wrap around his middle for support.

He slams you against the wall, the water cascading down your head is making your hair stick to your face, and in a strange and sudden show of intimacy Bakugo softly moves your locks away from your eyes. Your gazes lock, yours desperate and tear filled while his scarlet hues show no signs of mercy, but rather a strange predatory hunger.

Your arms scrabble behind his head and on his shoulders for balance as he slowly sinks you down on his length. You hiss and throw your head back at the sensation of being filled, and he eats it up.

He watches the way your mouth opens, your eyes widen, as every sinful sound your body can make escapes you.

As if he needed more of an ego boost

You wail as the last inches are sucked into your dripping hole, and he lets out a mean breathy laugh.

“Fuck, you really were ready huh? I should’ve taken you weeks ago, little slut.”

Your brows furrow and you try to turn your face away but he snatches your chin in a hardened grip.

“Uh-uh, none of that shit. You were doing so well, don’t turn away from me now.”

He slowly starts to roll his hips minutely into yours, not exactly thrusting but enough movement to make your cunt flutter and throb.

“What do you want me to say? You got what you wanted!” You whisper to him, more tears falling down freely down your cheeks.

He can’t help himself, he groans and surges forward to lick the salty rivers up, gripping your ass tightly when you flinch.

“Tell me you love me. Tell me how much you want me, how much better I am than that green-haired bastard and I won’t shove it up your ass.”

You can feel his abdomen clench and shake from the effort he’s making not to completely batter your cervix so you give in quickly, afraid of what he’s like when his thin strands of self restraint snap.

“I...I love you Bakugo. I really want y-ooh!”

The last bit of your sentence is choked off as he lifts you up all the way to his tip and slams your hips down his length. You gasp and weave your hands through his hair for support, your legs violently shaking at the pain.

He grunts and starts really giving it to you, setting a fast pace as he bounces you on his cock. Your head is bobbing around, you’re fairly certain there’s drool coming down your lips but you can’t find it in you to care as he fucks you into oblivion.

After a couple of more painful thrusts he pushes you against the wall and removes your hands from his hair, holding them above your head against the wall. You’re trapped with your upper half plastered against the dingy tile while your lower half is wrapped his dick.

Your cunt swallowing him down is the only leverage you have, so your whole body weight presses down on his shaft. He moans loudly at the pressure on his tip, your gooey hot walls clamping around him from every angle and you yourself can’t help it when your eyes roll back at the sensation.

He rocks his hips up, and up you go as well, whining and clawing at the wall behind you, desperately grappling onto your sanity as well. Your tits bounce with each thrust, and his glinting eyes take perverse joy in their obscene movements.

Bakugo starts moving in earnst now, deeming the slow strokes enough prep for you. He batters your womb, reaching places not even your fingers could access, making you go cross eyed.

He sees this and snickers at your pathetic state.

“Fuck yeah you little whore. You’re gonna learn no one else can satisfy this slutty pussy like I can.”

You give him nothing but a choked gasp in response. You head moves like a bobblehead, you can’t even see clearly from the water cascading into your eyes. He’s just a towering blob of ashy blond hair and large muscles.

His hips start stuttering in their rhythm, drawing to a close from his contrasting pounding minutes earlier. Your nails rake over his forearms, holding on for dear life as he pants and groans into your ear like an animal. His dick spasms inside you for a second or two, and then Bakugo suddenly holds you tight against him, wet bodies pressed against each other as he cums.

He lets out a loud moan as you whine into his shoulder at the sensation of his hot seed filling you up. You’re held against his heaving chest for a moment of two, the both of you catching your breath until he slowly backs up and lets you slip to the ground.

It’s suddenly very quiet, the sound of the shower is drowned out by the ringing in your head. You’re shaking, shock overcoming your abused body as you refuse to look at him.

But he won’t have any of that. He steps forward, and you flinch yet again, scrambling backwards to put very necessary space between him and you.

“You got what you wanted. Please leave, I won’t say anything to anyone.” You breath out shakily.

He’s silent for a moment before you hear him chuckle. His low chuckles grow louder and more derisive, he’s booming with sinister laughter and you snap your head up in horror at him.

“You think this is done?”

He crouches to your level suddenly, elbows on his knees as he cocks his head at you, eyeing your naked body that he so recently claimed as his. His gaze travels down to where his cum seeps from between your legs, and you quickly cross your limbs over to prevent him from seeing the lewd sight.

“You’re mine now, Y/N. I already told you, you’re not gonna be talking to Deku, or any other guy apart from me. You think they’ll even want you when they find out how you loved being fucked in the dirty showers? Everyone’s gonna call you a slut, nothing else.”

“No, that’s not true you-“

He crawls to you, and it’s so mesmerizingly terrifying to see a man of his build crawl to you like some deranged humanoid that you shut up, words caught in your throat.

“Shut the fuck up.” He says softly. “You’re my bitch now, and you’ll do whatever the fuck I say, when I say it.”

Bakugo might’ve felt a little bad to see the girl he liked so scared of him all because of his doing, but the way you trembled and crossed your legs like the stupid, helpless little girl that you were erased every hesitancy from his mind.

He grabbed your cheeks and smushed them together, paying no mind to the pleas and whimpers you let out in retaliation.

Licking a long stripe up your neck, you shivered when he growled, “now clean up and be outside in 10 minutes, you’re sleeping in my bunk tonight. The guys are all asleep so we’ll just take an empty room in the cabin.”

He released you and stood back up, grabbing a towel for himself along the way. Drying his hair off, his back was turned to you as he started picking his clothes up too.

You just sat there in a daze, wondering what the hell just happened.

“Oh, and Y/N?” He was dressed, and he was at the door now.

“If you think about doing anything stupid or take longer than 10 minutes, I’ll come back in and get you personally. And I’ll make sure that we stay here for the rest of the night, just in case you like your little time alone that I’m giving you too much.”

#tw: noncon #bakugo smut #yandere bakugo katsuki #bakugo x you #bakugo mha #bakugo bnha #yandere bakugo x reader #bakugo katsuki x reader #mha yandere #yandere Bakugo #bnha yandere #bnha smut #mha smut

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theboywantscoffee · 4 years ago

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The Handler is really a fascinating character to me as is her dynamic with Five and how alike they are. Get ready because I’m gonna go on a tangent about them.

I think it goes without saying that in many ways The Handler and Five are very similar people. They’re both pragmatic, goal orientated, cold, and quite simply, both willing to do absolutely anything needed to achieve what they want despite the repercussions others might face at their expense. They both lack a significant level of humanity, something that clearly is a requirement to be able to do the work they do/did at the Commission. They are constantly at a battle of wits and attempting to one up the other, both proving to be a formidable foil to the other consistently throughout the show.

Where things start to contrast between the two is how they grew to be the people they are now. With Five, well, we know why he is the way he is. Five isn’t simply just a product of his childhood. Yes, he still retains a good level of characteristics from his youth into adulthood (arrogant, brash, sees himself as better than everyone else) but Five ultimately was sculpted into the man he is today due to his time subjected to the apocalypse and then shortly after, the Commission.

The apocalypse did a number on Five. It isolated him for over four decades. It tore layer after layer of humanity away from him until he was left so distanced from other people that segueing into becoming an assassin was like second nature. It forced him to become entirely dependent on himself for survival in every aspect of the word. Physically, of course, he had to take care of all his basic survival needs; food, water, shelter, first aid, etc. Mentally and emotionally? He created a whole ‘nother person in the form of a mannequin to help him retain any semblance of either of those things. It damaged Five so deeply that afterwards he was left almost entirely incapable of empathy (key word, almost), unable to ask others for help/acknowledge he needs help, and able to see assassination as a reasonable means to justify an end.

Five was left broken by the apocalypse. He is a product of it. And after going through that traumatic ordeal, he was offered a way out but only through accepting employment at the organization that sat by and allowed his suffering to go on for decades. (I’d love to go into the body modifications/DNA manipulation but that isn’t canon compliant for the show anyway (yet) so I won’t). He was transformed into the perfect killing machine. He took the lives of anyone and everyone who stood out of line by the Commission’s standards. Many who I’m sure weren’t actually bad people (ex, Lila’s parents), but because they were deemed irregularities in the timeline (or they were someone who The Handler could benefit from their death, ex Lila’s parents), they had to go. One doesn’t complete a task like that regularly without lacking a level of morality or connection to fellow humankind.

But The Handler? We don’t really know her back story at all, so perhaps this is going out on a limb here, but I can at the very least say that she did not go through what Five did. There is really no one in the series whose backstory can equate to Five’s. And while I am not entirely excusing Five for being a shitty person sometimes, he and The Handler are very different in the fact that while he was sculpted into one, I think The Handler was just born an awful, monstrous human being. Actually worse than Five. And you know why?

The Handler isn’t even capable of love or empathy or putting anyone else before herself. We don’t see this at all, not even once. The Handler does things strictly for the benefit of herself and no one else. Even when her own self proclaimed daughter asks her if she ever loved her, The Handler doesn’t answer and then proceeds to murder her. Que sera, sera. (Whatever will be, will be). No remorse. No regret. Nothing.

Five, for all of his faults and flaws and uh, murder, still remains more connected to humanity than The Handler. Despite everything he has experienced, everything he has lost, he still has an inkling of heart that’s still beating for others left in him. Because Five still does love and care for people - his entire life purpose is to keep those people, his family, safe and alive, even at the expense of his own happiness and life. Five puts his family before himself every episode, every damn step of the way. He survives 40+ years alone and then works as an assassin for an unspoken measurement of time, all to save his family.

The Handler throws up the front of being a people person and charming. And she does it really damn well. But in reality she is not morally gray. She doesn’t do some good things and some awful things. She is just all around horrible. She employs Five, again, to work for the organization that tore so much away from him. She dangles the idea of a new body before him, gives him a suit with the claim, “clothing make the man, Five,” as if he isn’t something to be taken seriously in his current physical state, as if he still isn’t the man who survived a lifetime in the end of the world and becoming an assassin. She claims that Five owes her because she ‘saved him from a lifetime of being alone’, which in actuality she watched and allowed him to suffer exactly just that. (I have another meta on here about that scene in particular, which you can read HERE). She tricks Five into murdering the board so she can assume power, all under the guise of claiming to help him get his family back to 2019, only to then use him as a scapegoat in their assassination. She literally kills him (almost) and all of his siblings. She writes the kill order on Lila’s parents, lets Five kill them, and then kidnaps Lila all for her own benefit. She continuously lies to her, ultimately betrays her, and kills her too. She sees zero wrongness in kidnapping a disabled boy from his mother so she can transform him into her weapon just like she did Lila. There isn’t a single instance in the entirety of the show where The Handler shows even an ounce of regret, only shock and anger when things don’t go her way. She is power hungry, merciless, and quite possibly even deranged with how unemotive she is towards other human beings.

And one more thing I want to touch on with The Handler that is a bit of a controversial topic in the show - her handsey-ness with Five. Her unnecessary touching and closeness. I am a firm non believer of the idea many have that her and Five used to be involved romantically or physically in any way. I think it’s quite a reach to imagine Five trusting her whatsoever at any point during their time knowing one another. Five is observant as hell and smart - I just can’t see him ever having an ounce of trust in her, especially with again, how she blatantly admits to him when they first meet that the Commission has been watching him for some time. So no, I don’t think her creepy touches with him have anything to do with a former fling (even if Kate or Aidan play into it that way or claim they might have in the past - sorry, headcanon not accepted lol).

I view her behavior as demeaning. I see it as her being condescending towards him, like, “Oh, see how you betrayed me and now look at how you fucked up. Small and weak and nothing to be taken seriously.” She treats him like the tiny child he has physically become and she does it to make him feel inferior and like he has no control of the situation he is in or his life. It’s a slap in the face, a reminder of what he has done to himself because he left the Commission, and she does it because she knows how much it bothers him to be perceived that way. Everything she does and says around Five, she does to make him feel small.

All in all, I really do love The Handler. Do I love that she played a larger role in season 2 than Carmichael? Absolutely not. I don’t love what her character did for the writing or the plot of the show and how it backburnered a lot of things. I think they missed out greatly on a character who was already a fascinating antagonist to Five (Carmichael). However, Kate Walsh is an absolute delight to watch on screen. Her and Aidan have great chemistry and play off one another very well and their scenes are certainly some of my most favorite to watch. I think The Handler is an amazing villain and keeping her as a female as opposed to a male Jon Hamm esque actor as they originally were intending to do was a great idea IMO. I love a female bad ass, even if she is a villain. I’m sad we won’t see more of her purely because she is so fun to watch (and her wardrobe is utter goals) but I’m definitely ready to move on to the next set of antagonists for our favorite dysfunctional family.

#the handler #five hargreeves #number five #tua #the umbrella academy #meta #kate walsh is still a fuckin queen

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At What Cost?

A/N: I have a bunch of requests to work on-which I am-but I saw a video a while back about a theory saying Bakugou is the second user of AFO and well, this happened! And if you don’t know by now, I’m in LOOOOVE with Ratsuki so I had to make this. Enjoy!

Genre: Angst, sorry not sorry

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x Reader

Prompt: I kinda used the 57.”I can’t stand the thought of losing you.” Even though it wasn’t planned.

“I’ll do it. Whatever it takes.”

Your heart was thumping wildly in your chest, air leaving your body as you heard the words you so desperately wished you didn’t.

The words you knew needed to be spoken despite the pain you felt.

You could only stare at the man you love as he gazed out on the small crowd of your friends, heroes. This life was a dangerous one, that you have always known. You were ready to risk it all for the lives of the innocent and the heroes alike. You didn’t expect to fall in love with one, especially someone who you were now being told you would never see again.

“Hang on, how can we be so sure? How can we know that this is the right answer!? It doesn’t make sense!” Kirishima tried to reason, a few others agreeing with him.

“Why would Shigaraki be looking for Bakugou if it wasn’t true?”

“Because he’s got his information mixed up? It wouldn’t be the first time.”

“There’s not any evidence that suggests this can be remotely true-”

“I’ve seen him,” Deku spoke up, his face crestfallen at the notion of it all,”I’ve seen Kaachan in line with every other successor. I couldn’t picture him clearly before, but after all of this, I can. There’s no doubt about it, Katsuki Bakugou is the second holder of One for All.”

A silence fell over the group, causing the ringing in your ears to grow louder.

“There’s got to be another way-”

“No, there’s not.”

Kirishima began to tug on his hair, cursing as he walked back and forth in front of the table everyone was sitting at. Midoriya’s frown deepened as he glared at his clenched hands as he listened to Kirishima’s scene. Eri sat next to Deku, looking worriedly up at the hero was to be the main piece to win this war, the one who’d save you all.

Too bad it would cost him his life as he knew it.

“I guess.. If everyone is in agreement, we need to get a hold of that quirk enhancement drug, immediately.” Shoto sighed bitterly, leaving the room once no one made any objections to stop him.

A few others followed him out, till the crowd dimmed out to five.

“Are you sure this is the only way?” Kirishima’s voice held despair, and you had to shut your eyes to not cry.

You were a hero, heroes made sacrifices.

You could not cry.

“I’m sorry.”

Eijirou stormed out in a rage, slamming the door behind him. Your eyes opened at the sound, just in time to see Eri flinch. You place a hand atop of hers, trying your best to stay strong, but you gave a wistful smile instead. Even though she had grown into a wonderful young lady who could use her quirk, you knew she still worried about the repercussions of it. She gave you a sad twitch of her lips back before excusing herself, pushing away from the table and leaving the room.

You three were left in a tense silence, and you weren’t going to be the one to break it. You needed to compose yourself before speaking, otherwise there was a high chance the floodgates behind your eyes would burst and all hell would break loose from there. Looking up, your eyes caught green and the anger slowly started to bubble up and come forth.

You knew this wasn’t Deku’s fault, but you couldn’t help the feeling. Was it wrong to hope that this hero, one you have trusted for many years, was mistaken? How was he so sure that it was Katsuki he saw?

How would traveling back to the past, letting him leave behind all of his family and friends, be the answer they were looking for.

“(y/n)-”

You raised a hand to silence him, having heard enough. You stood form your own seated position, hands limp at your side as you just stared blankly ahead. You didn’t want his apology, and he must’ve been hurting just as much as you were. This was his childhood friend after all, growing a stronger bond than you could ever hope to share with the man of your dreams.

You gazed longingly, hoping he would look up and meet your eyes so could commit their color and passion to memory. There was no one who could hold a candle to the greatness of Bakugou, and the fine hero he has become.

The hero you would have to say goodbye to forever.

Your anger melted as the pain took root, growing as tormenting vines which were squeezing your heart till it was to burst in your chest. It was agonizingly painful, and you raised a hand to clutch at your chess in hopes to lessen the pain.

A futile attempt overall.

“I can’t watch you do this Katsuki.. I can’t watch you give your life away.” Your voice cracked, and while you were hurting before, it was nothing compared to now.

Talking about it meant it was real, and you didn’t want it to be.

Bakugou finally glanced at you, his emotions unreadable while did so. The staring contest had the air surrounding it growing thick, the intensity almost too much to handle. Yet you weren’t going to back down, not when his life was on the line.

You were a hero, you were meant to save lives.

You needed to save his.

“Then don’t. Don’t watch me. But I have to do this, you know I do.”

His voice was small but nowhere near frail. He held resolve, one you were hoping to shake.

“Katsuki-”

“(y/n). I have to do this, if not, we’ll all die. Don’t you understand?”

“Of course I understand,” You held your face in your hand and let out a wavering sigh, “I understand, but your life is just as important as anyone else’s-”

“This is my choice. Whether I can come back or not, it doesn’t matter. What matters is-”

“What do you mean it doesn’t matter!?” You yelled, the dam breaking as it trailed down your cheeks.

You volume rose as you knocked your chair back, startling both men.

“You fucking matter, Katsuki! This is a suicide mission and you know it, you act like there may be a chance to bring you back, and everyone knows Goddamn well that there isn’t-”

“You fucking think I don’t know that!” He shouted back, silencing you as you shake in your spot from the ever growing anger.

“Obviously not if you’re still willing to throw your life away! We can find another way, we’ve always been able to find another way, we’ve always been able to come out on top!” You were sobbing and screaming at this point, not caring enough to hide it.

“What if we don’t, huh. You say this like you have an idea yourself. There’s no way we stand a chance against this fucker now that he has One for All. He will be fucking indestructible-”

“No one is indestructible-”

“Oh my God, well that fucker is! that would be a suicide mission either way. And if I can save more lives in turn of my own, I’ll do it. Over and over again.”

You wailed out in frustration, your quirk activating as you smashed the table into millions of broken pieces. Izuku had his own tears streaming down his face as he watched you storm across the remains and grab Katsuki by the front of his costume.

“Deku still has it too!,” You smacked said man’s hands away as he tried to ease you away from the grip you had on Katsuki, “No! There’s no reason to do this, we have to try-”

“I WON’T WATCH YOU DIE. I’D GIVE MY OWN LIFE FOR YOURS, OKAY!? I’LL FUCKING LEAVE EVERYONE BEHIND, EVEN THE ONE I LOVE, AS LONG AS THAT MEANS YOUR SAFE.” He screamed in your face, grabbing your upper arms in a tight and painful hold.

Your sobs and his heavy breathing echoed in the room, his eyes being the only thing you could focus on.

You were a hero.

But if you were a hero, why were you being so selfish?

“I can’t stand the thought of losing you.” Your broken voice whispered out as you buried your face into his chest. His broken sigh filled your ears as he pulled your closer, letting his arms drape around you.

“I know.”

Katsuki looked up, having a brief conversation through the eyes with the other member of the room before he held one arm up.

You felt a weight to your left and glanced to see Deku had joined in, wrapping his arms around the both of you as he cried the hardest. A kiss to your head had you suck in a breath, meeting red once more as love and regret filled them.

You were a hero,

But at what cost?

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milanosbitch · 4 years ago

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rec list for endhawks gems

as usual during this quarantine, i went through a challenging quest, searched through every single fic on ao3 about a single ship and made a rec list, ended up with around 25 works out of 630. nearly all of them should be free of explicit, problematic and triggering content besides one or two in the mature content sense. and i’ll note those down separately but i always suggest reading the tags before starting a fic regardless the rating, just so you know what you’re diving into. furthermore, there’s this author note at the end of a fic that i’ve found which pretty much sums up my feelings about a mess that’s called todoroki friggin’ enji:

“ I love Hawks and Endeavor together. They're a great dynamic, whether it's platonic or not. I'm a pretty open guy when it comes to shipping, and me and a certain lilviathan love going back and forth with dumb ideas about them.

And that's kind of where the contradictory feelings for the Flaming Garbage Man that is Endeavor kind of come from? Because I really do think he's a very interesting and well-developed character, but I also have a very strong urge to stab him at any given time.

I want to make his life miserable and hurt him, but I also want someone to sit him down and tell him that while he owes his family an apology, they do not owe him forgiveness. I want to see him grow. I want to see him face the repercussions of his actions and move forward. ”

—by Canarianyellow on archiveofourown.org

last notes; starred ones are my personal favorites, and i'm adding to this list as i go,, so look out for updates!! you can find a better formatted version of this list here on google docs.

that being said, here are the gems i found on a yet another holy quest:

Walk Alone by adastrad*

Rating: Teen & Up

Word Count: 3.6K

Summary: You've lost your wings, you've lost your speed, and in the crowd ahead, you've lost him too. How do you know what name to call out when you don't even know what to call yourself?

as usual, kick-starting the list with one of the first fics i’ve read about them. we have some pretty good angst related to the latest manga chapters in our hands and a fascinating second person pov here. the ‘stream of consciousness’ style of wording kicks you right in the ribs, in a good way.

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It's Cold, I Don't Want To Be Lonely

by onlyatitagain

Rating: Teen & Up

Word Count: 3.7K

Summary: When in the presence of Todoroki Enji, it was easy to feel warm and overwhelmed by heat in more ways than just physical. Hawks was very aware of the fire burning in his heart that roared to life whenever he was with his childhood hero, who was now his best friend. The relationship they had was special in the way of how close they had become, Hawks trusted the number one hero with his life and could always count on him no matter the circumstance.

What would happen if he said something and ruined that trust, the friendship they had built over months of knowing each other?

You should never play with fire, unless you want to get burned.

truly a beautiful hurt/comfort fic. enji’s characterization is gentle and might feel slightly OOC, but give it a chance. there is also some pretty cheesy couple stuff at the end and that might not be your cup of tea, just a heads up.

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Fallen by copper_leaf**

Rating: Teen & Up

Word Count: 7.3K

Summary: Hawks’ attempt to infiltrate the League goes wrong.

Enji is the one he turns to.

both its part one and part two, this series can take my soul. literally 7K of sheer hurt/comfort, and a caring enji. hawks’ eyeliner is probably ruined by now. can i say this is probably the best fic i’ve read about them softness-wise? i can.

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Burning Embers by copper_leaf**

Rating: Teen & Up

Word Count: 6K

Summary: Hawks wakes up, wingless, in Enji's arms.

the continuation of the fic above, here’s more content that will make you feel all mushy. a beautiful excerpt from it:

“It’s a flicker of light in the darkness, the last ember left in the heart that still has the power to bring all else to flame.”

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The Bird Who Swallowed a Star*

by angyhawks (Soll)

Rating: Teen & Up

Word Count: 4.5K

Summary: Endeavor remembers Hawks' small hands, how they didn't burn as he danced on his palms.

How Hawks had whispered sweet nothing into his flames, words not important as his lips moved and his voice chirped.

He remember Hawks finding him, small and spent, and gifting him a feather to feed on.

Endeavor wishes a feather had been his only offer.

//in which Endeavor is a fire demon, Hawks is once again tied to the ground, and wouldn't it be nice if they could kiss?

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Light by Caahs*

Rating: Teen & Up

Word Count: 2.1K

Summary: Since he was a boy, Hawks gathered an eternal distaste for darkness, which was preserved until his most recent days. However, the blazing figure of Endeavor always came up like his warm source of light, illuminating the most obscure paths and clarifying the most difficult decisions.

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Emotions Are Hard, Love Even More So...

by aurora_whitlock

Rating: Teen & Up

Word Count: 4.4K

Summary: Hawks and Endeavour at the end of a long week. Alone. Together. Its just some cute, fluffy bullshit basically. Warm your hurt little hearts.

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Cuff me to the truth of failure

by Not_A_Valid_Opinion

Rating: Gen

Word Count: 3.4K

Summary: The kid’s eyes are so wide, Hawks can see the entire silhouette of his wings in their reflection. “I want to be you.”

Shit.

“No, you don’t, kid,” he can’t help but promise, can’t stop the sadness in his eyes from flickering into view.

Hawks has dinner with Enji after a bad interview.

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Look at what amounts from the jump

(and I'm never coming down) by

Not_A_Valid_Opinion

Rating: Teen & Up

Word Count: 3K

Summary: He stares at Endeavour with something close to regret, maybe closer to suspicion, but before Endeavour can catch the look it’s gone and replaced with a pursed lip and a glance at his phone. “I’ve gotta go. See you around, Enji.”

But the burly man stops him with his name. “Watch where you’re flying,” he says gruffly, though it’s different. It’s not an order. It’s not a request.

Whatever it is, Hawks takes it as a challenge.

Endeavour is worried about Hawks. Hawks doesn't know what to do with that information.

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You mesmerise me in red and gold

by Arayne

Rating: Teen & Up

Word Count: 4.2K

Summary: Enji has never gotten to tell Hawks what's on his mind so he tries, in several ways, to make it clear how he feels.

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We've got a good thing going

by lehnsherry

Rating: Teen & Up

Word Count: 3.7K

Summary: Enji is watching Shouto, so he notices the way his eyes snap to the kitchen doorway just before he hears the soft footsteps and the rustling of wings, and his heart jumps into his throat. He turns in his seat just in time to see Hawks walk in, eyes still closed and a hand scratching at his messy hair.

“Mornin’, babe, do you know where my -” Hawks breaks into a huge yawn, and then opens his sleepy eyes, and freezes in the doorway like Shouto used his power on him.

Enji’s mouth makes an involuntary sound of embarrassment, and Hawks flushes all the way down to his chest.

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As He Lived by uzumae*

Rating: Teen & Up

Word Count: 2.3K

Summary: Hawks wants to imagine that he still has a place in a world he no longer belongs to.

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future hearts by rire

Rating: Teen & Up

Word Count: 1.2K

Summary: When the rest of Hawks is putting on airs, it’s his wings that give him away.

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Break off a piece of your heart by kettleowl

Rating: Gen

Word Count: 890

Summary: The High-End incident, but they are actors who are too emotionally invested in their roles.

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to take a fall by rire

Rating: Teen & Up

Word Count: 2.3K

Summary: “What’s with that look, Endeavor-san?” Hawks smiles. It doesn't reach his eyes. “Don’t worry about me, I’m fine. I got what I wanted, didn’t I? Now I’ve got more free time than I know what to do with.”

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A Thousand Flowers by adastrad*

Rating: Teen & Up

Word Count: 440

Summary: "Let's hope the next time the cherry blossoms fall, we will all be smiling."

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#fantheflames by adastrad

Rating: Teen & Up

Word Count: 54.9K

Summary: Todoroki Shoto accidentally, on purpose, and with great regret helps make Hawks/Endeavor happen.

this is wholesome. one hundred percent cheff kiss. peak comedy with a dose of stan twitter. actually a shouto-centric fic and more like an outsider pov of slight endhawks.

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This Gentle Earth by adastrad**

Rating: Gen

Word Count: 4.2K

Summary: Hawks buys a better excuse to keep visiting Musutafu, but damn it. Enji hadn't been looking to adopt.

guaranteed to melt your insides. enji ends up being a plant parent.

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The Winner Takes it All by adastrad

Rating: Teen & Up

Word Count: 25.2K

Summary: Endeavor's eye is gone. He may say his injuries are his own responsibility, but it's Hawks' fault, isn't it? He will give Enji everything he can. His top secret mission will take the rest.

slaps the roof of the fic this baby right here is a shortcut for a brain burn. with a complicated storytelling and equally complex characterizations, which results in a slow but satisfying reading if you’re looking for a detailed story!! there’s seriously so much pining that it keeps you on your tiptoes until the end of it.

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Roasting the Roaster

Rating: Teen & Up

Word Count: 3.7K

Summary: Hawks gossips with the receptionist at Endeavor Hero Agency about what a dork the boss is, discusses Endeavor lookalike porn, and then ropes Shouto into lunch with Endeavor, whereupon Shouto just roasts his dad the whole time.

Can you roast a man who's already on fire? Apparently, yes. Yes you can.

(includes the hit single Did You Need Some Ice For That Sick Burn by Hawks, ft. Shouto Todoroki)

[Only tangentially related to the other fics in this series.]

slight crack fic for humor but it’s truly well-written. a shouto and hawks team up over endeavor was something i never deeply gave attention to yet it is gold and i need more of it. hawks writes a bop, endeavor’s whole agency thirst over the said man and everything leaves you with tears in your eyes from cackling at these dorks.

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the fics listed below the cut are rated mature or

explicit by the authors, and therefore contain sexual content:

Penumbra by Nicolefrickle

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 1.8K

Summary: Enji wants to touch Hawks' wings. Badly.

this one is rated mature but the theme is only minorly implied so i can say it is safe to read without worrying about the rating. more like a fluff fic with hawks being a happy birb.

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An Imperfect Cage by Crandberrycrush

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 55.5K

Summary: Hawks is an orphan, brought up in a charity school and thrust into the world at eighteen to work as a governor for the Todoroki family, a family that has more secrets than he can hope to unravel.

*A gothic romance based heavily on the novel Jane Eyre*

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Liquid Nitrogen by surveycorpsjean

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 23.8K

Summary: Enji can't figure out why the hell Hawks keeps sleeping in his office.

the plot? the writing? the characterization? everything is perfect. i’m normally uncomfortable with this much amount of smut and debated if i should put this on the list or not, since it might consist of triggering content for some. please read all the tags beforehand starting this piece.

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Palindrome by Nicolefrickle

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 7.9K

Summary: Hawks doesn't realize just how much he needs Endeavor, or why it feels like he's still racing time.

A character study of Hawks with flashbacks and inner thoughts, heavy on the Endhawks, heavy on the hurt

#boku no hero academia #my hero academy #endeavor #hawks #todoroki enji #is an asshole #endhawks #endhawks fic #fic reccomendations #fic rec #bnha fanfic recs #takami keigo #todoroki shouto #makes an appearence in some fics #he is so done #quarantine had me digging ao3 #bnha fanfiction #beggs' rec list

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thumb3l1n4 · 4 years ago

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Thoughts on chapter #293 (AKA a very long post)

I made a post when chapter #292 came out and one person replied with "I love how everyone thinks that villain stans automatically agree with and condone the villains' actions". I don't think myself to be a villain stan, although I do love Horikoshi's villains, since they're all amazingly interesting characters. There are villains that I feel very compassionate to: Shigaraki, Dabi, Twice, Spinner and Toga. And I could instantly relate to Stain's philosophy, while being totally turned off by his actions. I don't think villain stans condone the violent actions of their favorite characters, I'm sorry if my previous post made people believe I do. But from the most recent releases I gathered that there is maybe a small fraction of villain stans that aren't really seeing the intricacies of the full picture. I don't mean this in a bad way: this is definitely the villains' time to shine and I know we were all waiting for the big Dabi-Endeavor showdown since theories were thrown around, so it's normal to be hyper-focused in what our favorite character is doing or what's happening with them. It's easy to forget that there are times and places where it's safe to show our compassion. I'm not gonna lie, I'm kinda annoyed that some villain stans seem to want the heroes to show compassion to Dabi right now, while they're in the middle of a battle that would decide the sorts of their society. Thanks to Dabi's speech, the civilian's faith in their "picture-perfect" system is crumbling (well, I hope so, because their society sucks on so many levels) and Best Jeanist, who was bashed for absolutely no reason all over Twitter last week, before the official translation was out, knew that that was Dabi's intention all along. Tōya could have told his own story right after Stain's video came out, if he so wanted. He chose to join the League, instead, because as we know now, he might have thought that he would have a better chance to kill Shōto, that way. I can't blame Tōya AT ALL for wanting and needing to see Endeavor, finally, rightfully, punished. However, Dabi throwing the compassion card around in the middle of a life-and-death situation (a situation where his main end-goal is to hurt people), is just peak manipulation...

... Which is awesome for a villain!

It's less awesome if you're standing on the Heroes' side and you're hearing about all the years of abuse that a colleague of yours put his family through, for the first time. I want to note that not a single Hero, till now, has said that they do not believe Dabi (not that I recall, at least). I saw one comment on Tumblr saying they didn't like that Best Jeanist used the word "dirty laundry", the chapter before, but I don't think the Hero said it in disrespect. I think it had more to do with Dabi's intentions behind revealing his truth, than Best Jeanist not believing him, or worse, dismissing him as a victim. Dabi's truth was called "dirty laundry" because Tōya didn't use it to seek justice, for himself and his family, but rather to get revenge on everyone, to create chaos and to excuse his own criminal actions. It's a truth tainted by hatred, not in the sense that fans of the manga and the Heroes should just forget about it: his past and pain are very, very real and Dabi and the rest of the villains need help. But the Heroes cannot take the time to feel sorry for their enemies, right at this moment, because if they do, that's the end. That's kinda what happened between Toga and Uraraka: she needs to stop Toga because while hurting people might come natural to the villain, that's not a healthy way to live. Toga didn't ask to be the way she is, and as a Hero, it should be Uraraka's job to give her the chance to get the treatment she didn't get as a child, that would teach Toga how to deal with her natural urges in a way that is not harmful to anyone. Mind you, Toga didn't seem to like the idea of conforming herself to anyone else's expectations, so she might not want the therapy. Uraraka would still need to give her all to stop the villain, no matter how sorry she actually feels inside for her.

If the villains win, the Heroes will not be able to rectify their society. Only after this fight ends and villains are taken into custody, it would be safe for the Heroes to show their honest reactions to Dabi's revelation. Only then we can hope to see them caring for the villains' health and their truths and possibly demand that Endeavor turns himself in (I actually want him to do so on his own, without external input). The Heroes aren't being heartless, if that's what some villain stans are thinking. They simply do no have the luxury to let Dabi's words manipulate them into feeling bad for him during a fight, because innocent people's lives are at stake here and just because Tōya had a horrible childhood, it doesn't mean that he's gonna care and let those innocent people be. Dabi wants to see the WHOLE world burn.

Onto Deku, now, the second character in two weeks accused by some, of being an abuse apologist.

He's the first character EVER to confront Endeavor on his treatment of Shōto, after seeing how his own classmate was spiralling and hurting himself, because Shōto didn't want to use HIS OWN Quirk to prevent himself from quite literally freeze to death, all because of Endeavor's abuse.

Deku has always wanted to follow All Might's steps and like All Might, he wishes to be able to save everyone in need. Toshinori, however, already told him that that's not realistic and Deku accepted the fact that he can only save the people in need that he's able to reach and as we saw with Shōto, Kota and Eri, he's ready to lay out his own life and break every single bone in his body to do so. He's so determined to save people, even against the worst of odds, that he can twist fate. I think it's exactly this determination of his that made him speak out this time, not only for Shōto, but for Endeavor, too. Do I like that Deku cares? Yes, I'm glad that people like Deku exist, people that genuinely care and wish and pray for criminals to regret what they've done so they can have a chance to right their wrongs and become a better person. Do I think Deku would stop Endeavor from turning himself in or defend Endeavor in front of the other Heroes so they don't take him away and bring him to justice? I might be wrong, Horikoshi can still make a fool out of me, but I don't think so. Deku knows the years of abuse are there and they will never go away. Deku is also the guy who told off Natsuo for trying to make Shōto feel resentful towards their father, when Shōto was somewhat past that and only wanted to heal. Deku recognized that the siblings have all different ways to deal with trauma and told Natsuo that his feelings are valid, but he can't push them onto Shōto, because Shōto's feelings on the matter are just as valid, even if they don't align with those of his big brother.

Just like villain stans can feel compassion towards Dabi because of his past, while being repulsed by his criminal actions in the present, Deku can feel repulsed by Endeavor's abuse of his own family and still see that a part of him (no matter how little it is) wishes to be a better human being. Deku didn't say that Endeavor should be automatically forgiven for his past actions, no one can deny that the abuse still has serious repercussions for every Todoroki involved (yes. EVERY). But the thing with Deku is that once he's seen this tiny, barely-even-there, light in you, he will fight to save you. I don't think that the people calling Deku an abuse apologist are giving his intuition or insight enough credit.

Dabi's not Endeavor: this means that Deku hasn't seen anything in this fight that might hint to Tōya wanting to be saved. Again, the same thing happened between Toga and Uraraka. And sadly, even Twice and Hawks (Hawks miscalculated sooo bad there). It's unfortunate that phrases like "you can only save someone if they want to be saved" and "you cannot help someone who refuses to be helped" still apply to this world, but that's the ugly truth and I'm sure that to someone like Deku that's a very hard and bitter pill to swallow. Endeavor said he wants to right his wrongs: in my opinion, he's still got a lot of work to do, since he should have really started it all off by being honest to everyone about his actions and let justice do its course. During this battle I'm forced to recognize (like Deku does) that Endeavor might actually be able to reedem himself, after actually atoning for his crimes. I cannot say the same for Dabi, because he doesn't want to atone for the bad things he has done. I didn't see Deku's speech as him excusing Endeavor's abuse to his victim or conceding the point to Tōya, that Heroes don't care about villains. I saw it as Deku telling Dabi to stop using his own abuse as an excuse to hurt other victims (Shōto, Natsuo, Fuyumi and Rei) because as harsh as it sounds, Tōya can't demand compassion for his own pain while being uncapable of showing compassion to his own little brother. Maybe Tōya doesn't actually know everything that Shōto has suffered through, maybe he thinks that his little brother got lucky with his Quirk and didn't have it as bad as he did. That's not his place to say. Dabi is making a contest out of their family's pain, trying to declare which Todoroki got it worse (clearly believing that it's him and that that allows him to do whatever he wants to, now), so I reiterate: he can't ask for compassion in the middle of the battle and the Heroes are actually doing the right thing, not letting themselves being manipulated like that and basically forfeiting the fight.

AFTER this arc ends, I truly hope to see the Heroes showing their compassion for the villains. I hope they would get rid of that obnoxious Hero Ranking and that the society would stop festering the idea that only certain Quirks and their users are strong and valuable and deserving of a voice. I hope they could change their world so that people like Tenko, Tōya, Jin, Himiko and Shuichi are able to ask for help AND BE HELPED before it is too late.

#bnha 293 #bnha dabi #toya todoroki #endeavor #bnha deku #midoriya izuku #bnha mha #this is so long #sorry lmao #you might get bored before you finish reading #sorry for any mistakes #english is not my first language

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yeojaa · 5 years ago

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TO THE MOON AND BACK - ft. ???

You feel winded and you're not sure why. Like you'd been walking on cloud nine and were now falling through the atmosphere, plummeting toward the ground at incredible speeds. When you speak, it doesn't really sound like you. "Yes." Because he was exactly right - you were a hopeless romantic. Always had been. It was hard not to be when your parents were childhood sweethearts and love was the thing you'd been chasing your whole life.

alt summary. You use your one brain cell for love. It doesn’t always end well.

pairing. who knows, honestly. the obvious ones are kim taehyung and jeon jungkook, though.

tags. blind date, strangers, strangers to friends, strangers to lovers, getting to know each other, alternate universe, alternate universe - modern setting, romantic comedy.

rating. general (for now?)

word count. ~3750

chapter 4.

Time passes as it always does, swirling around you in the form of hungry patrons and waning sunlight.

Occasionally, it crawls and the words don't come, weighed by an anchor you can't quite lift. It feels heavy in your hands, a door that won't open no matter how much you fidget, graphite leaving dots across pristine white paper. It taunts you and tricks you every time you hazard a glance at your phone.

Other times, it's gone in the blink of an eye, the glowing numbers on your screen a reminder of its perpetual movement.

The only consistent is Jeon Jungkook.

You appreciate his presence, the familiarity it brings as he sits quietly, every so often chuckling to himself when he scrolls past something funny on his phone. A snap of his friend's face superimposed over a pig (don't ask); a meme off the front page of Reddit. You're grateful for the fact that he keeps otherwise quiet and doesn't try to share his finds, taking extra care not to disturb whatever creative process you're in. He knows as well as you - you take inspiration where you can get it.

Still, it's hard not to notice him.

There'd always been something about him that drew your attention, like he was a planet and you were caught in his gravitational pull. You couldn't avoid him if you tried.

Looking at him now - sneaking glances when you know he's miles down his Instagram feed and won't catch you - he's everything you remembered and so much that you hadn't. It makes your heart ache a little, just as it had in the first few months of radio silence. You'd honestly thought you'd gotten used to it - draped a cloth over the Jungkook-shaped hole in your life - but sitting there with him, you realize you definitely hadn't. It's like a cold draft that won't go away, curling around his gaping silhouette and rousing memories you don't mean to dwell on.

Maybe it was your fault. Maybe your refusal to explore the how's and why's had festered the wound and kept it from healing. But if you were to blame, then so was he. After all, you'd never meant for it to happen.

Isn't that how it always happened?

Things had been fine, for a while. Better than fine, in fact. You'd found a kindred spirit in the boy that'd taken up root beside you, discovering fragments of your dreams in his film vignettes and buried between the layers of his watercolour.

You'd gone through the motions of getting to know each other before casual conversations in the lecture hall had transitioned to harried 3 a.m. texts about whether you'd completed the assignment or not. (He always had; you, not so much.) The Friday editing sessions had even turned to weekend day trips in search of inspiration, not realizing - or not acknowledging - you'd found it in each other. Of course, you never addressed it, finding too much comfort in each other to dare turn the spotlight on it. You'd thought that maybe, if you acted like it wasn't happening, everything would be okay.

You thought whatever you were would be safe, hidden among the moon and stars.

After all, it was inevitable, like the changing of seasons. Spending so much time with someone else tended to open you up to them in ways you'd never expected.

Still, it had hit you like a freight train colliding with a pipe bomb when you'd drunkenly invited him back to your dorm and he'd agreed, enthusiastic and intoxicated. You'd been celebrating the completion of your thesises (or theses, as Jungkook had so sagely reminded you when you were four bottles of soju in and slurring your words).

Never in your wildest dreams - and oh, how you'd dreamt - had you thought it would happen.

You should've known it was a bad idea when your adoration had nearly swallowed you whole, the familiar desire to stick your tongue out at him replaced by one to use that muscle in a very different way. But everything had happened so quickly that night, intensity engulfing every single one of your sensibilities and igniting it in flames. He'd felt so good - so right - like he'd been created just for you, all of his sinew and bone a testament to a higher power that had deemed you worthy enough.

If you were a recovering addict, he was the 40 year old malt that sent you right back into inebriation.

You hadn't cared then, drunk off something other than liquor. All you'd wanted was him and that beautiful smile for a little while longer.

You'd even told yourself you could get past whatever repercussions arose. That was the strength of your friendship. And yet, you'd been wrong. You'd hardly been able to look at him the next morning, fleeing to the library with a note left on your pillow. You'd been the one to run away, leaving him to wake up to an empty bed.

It was the right thing to do, you'd told yourself. Better to avoid an awkward morning after.

Except that silence had stretched on and by the time you'd realized your mistake, it was too late. You weren't sure who was ignoring who and you were too afraid to ask.

"Do I have something on my face?" Your companion is swiping across his mouth, alarmed by the intensity with which you've been ogling him. God - how long had you been staring at him?

Heat spills over your neck and you can feel it rising into your hairline, sweeping across your ears and drowning them in red-hot embarrassment. "No. Sorry. I zoned out." You're stumbling over your words, a choked half-laugh crossing the threshold of enamel.

Jungkook looks at you like he could unravel your excuses with but a word but says nothing. His capacity for silence always surprised you.

"Should we get going?" He finally offers. Your saving grace.

"Oh, sure." A cursory glance at your phone has you near bolting out of your seat. "It's almost two?!" You're immediately shoving everything back into your tote with manic energy, nearly stabbing your pencil through the fleshy underside of your palm when you miss its rightful pocket. You'd never been good with time management.

"You'll be fine - the studio's close by." He's not wrong but his reassurance has you halting, strap of your bag looped around the hook of your elbow. For a second, you're confused. He can see it in your eyes.

He debates saying something, waiting for the cogs in your head to click into place.

They finally do and you finish your motion, hiking your tote comfortably onto your shoulder. Your over-ear headphones are tucked neatly into the pocket in the front and zipped in for security before a single AirPod replaces the quiet left behind by their departure. Habit. You always need music.

He knows them too, you remind yourself.

(You don't know how it hasn't come up yet. Maybe because it's been eight excruciating months of the Great Depression, as you tended to call it.)

You're about to bid him farewell, the words primed, when you catch his expression. It might just be your own emotions projected across the chiselled curvature, but he looks almost wistful. Like he's not quite ready to say goodbye.

You decide you aren't, either. "Do you want to walk with me?"

You know he doesn't take longer than a moment to consider the offer, though he plays at mulling it over, a decidedly artificial look of deliberation spreading.

"Fine, your loss," you state with an exaggerated roll of your eyes.

When you move toward the door, he's right there with you, and when you head into the early afternoon light, he's at your side. You try not to think about how close he is, how you're not sure whether the heat is from the sun or his body or the emotion that boils beneath your skin. It's hard.

"How long have you been interning?" He's sweetly curious, the picture of friendly attention.

"Since September."

"Do you like it?"

"I love it." He hears the animation that threatens to drag your words into overdrive, throwing ending syllables into one another. A quirk of yours - like your heart couldn't catch up with your mouth. "It's been a really incredible experience and I have so much respect for the people that put their entire lives into it. Namjoon and Yoongi - they've been so great. A little rough around the edges," Jungkook's hum is wrapped in understanding because he intimately knows what you mean, "but so, so good to me." You seem to realize you've taken off like a rocket and slow, allowing yourself to readjust as you plummet back to Earth. "It's like everything I'm feeling finally has a home, you know?"

"I get it." Something tender lingers in his gaze as your eyes meet. Your heart skips a beat. Then he's still, forcing you to do the same. You realize you're at your destination, imposing building rising high above your heads. "I guess this is goodbye."

You hate the sound of that more than you should. You offer a little wave as you begin backwards, shoulder meeting the glass door. You can't look away. "How about see you later instead?"

He looks like he's just won the lottery when you disappear inside.

They're two figures huddled together when you slip into the studio, your Dr. Martens replaced with soft Ryan slippers that stand in stark contrast to your neon green socks. You think they must not hear you by the lack of acknowledgment and take your time in setting your bag down, extracting your items one by one.

Phone, notebook, headphones. Your water bottle. Pencils and pens in every pastel shade you could find. If only you were this organized in school.

"So, you and Taehyung, huh?" Yoongi's low drawl has you whipping around but he hasn't even turned, instead still preoccupied with the melody that filters through his studio headphones, one side trapped against his head by the flat of his palm. You see more than hear the silent laughter that catches his shoulders, rolling over his lithe frame.

"Hello to you too, Min seonsangnim," you chirp, ignoring the question in favour of settling down behind them. It's your usual spot beside the electric piano, comprised of a sleek Herman Miller lounge chair and simple black table that you neatly arrange your belongings onto. You unfold your notebook and drag it into your lap, legs crossed in your seat, as you wait for them to finish whatever they're working on.

Namjoon hums to himself, fingers tracking with practiced precision as he lays a certain beat differently, dragging a note to the forefront. You watch, ever curious, as his deft movements transform the sounds that reach his ears, bringing an appreciative nod from the man beside him.

What you wouldn't give to hear what they were working on.

Instead, you focus on the litany of lyrics scrawled across the pages of your notebook. You drag them over and over in your head, letting them curve across different melodies in hopes one will stick. You know it's backwards - tune first, Namjoon always said - but you're stuck on these goddamn lines. You want them to make sense so badly.

You must look as frustrated as you feel, because you register a soft laugh and your name right as you're about to slash out another two lines.

"You're going to regret it." You know he's right. You huff, all but slamming your pencil down on the table as you meet the expectant stares of your mentors. It feels a little different today, as if you've crossed some invisible line you hadn't known existed. It's not an unwelcome feeling.

"Just another thing to add to the list," you answer, dryly.

"Woah now." There are tendrils of concern wrapping the words, something unspoken in the way Namjoon looks at you rather than the words he speaks. His chin cants, mouth pursed in that distinct way of his, and you can't help but feel a little childish, like a student caught red-handed by their principal. How fitting that that's what he was to you. "Is everything okay?"

The smile you offer is genuine, steeped heavily in appreciation. You're fine - you know you are. The past few days have just gotten weirder and weirder and it's a little hard to wrap your head around it. You're not sure how to explain that.

"Is it because you're pining over Tae?" It doesn't seem like he's going to let it go any time soon so you level Yoongi with a stare that would make him proud, reeking of barely concealed dissatisfaction. It's a complete facade, meant only to act as an apathetic mask. He knows that. You know that. He snickers, arms folding across his chest as he maintains that look of anticipation.

"I'm not pining over him," you retort. And really, you're not. You're just pleasantly intrigued.

"But you do like him." Now it's Namjoon locking you with the implications of his question, the words acting as proverbial blinders. You can't look anywhere but his eyes.

"I mean, I hardly know him." You know your answer isn't enough by the silence that meets it. You blow a steady stream of air through your nose, trying to find patience among the fluttering in your chest. "Fine, I like him. I'm interested." It feels strange talking to them about this. They've never involved themselves in your personal life. Not even when you'd asked them to help you with your songs, begged to pour your heartbreak into something material.

All things considered, you can't blame them.

"Good. Because he's a good guy." You don't doubt it but it's still nice to hear, especially from those whose opinions you hold in such high esteem. It lightens your burden a little, stripping worry away from your heart like daisy petals.

You like him, you like him not, you like him.

With a languid roll of your eyes, you edge closer, sock sliding back into your slippers. Your notebook is set down, forgotten temporarily, as you rock to your feet and cross to join them in front of the various monitors. "Can we focus on something other than my love life now?"

The sun is but a flicker of burnt orange over the horizon when you exit the building, drifting low behind buildings and casting faded warmth over everything it touches. It's colder than you'd anticipated, the soft knit of your cardigan doing little to rebuff the evening air. It's invigorating, if not a little unwelcome.

You slot your earphones into place before you begin walking, enamoured with the strike of ivory keys and unfiltered lyricism. A quick swipe through your messages, nothing immediately catching your eye. Good. You're ready to go home and dive into a bowl of ramyeon.

Or, at least, you were - before you're colliding with a solid mass.

You blink once, twice, trying to make sense of what's happened. You know this area like the back of your hand, have walked it both sober and drunk, in the afternoon and hours past midnight. There's certainly not supposed to be an obstruction in the middle of the street.

"I'm so sorry." The voice registers as desirable, heavy in its timbre, a sound you'd gladly tumble headlong into. It's also familiar, though that recognition comes more slowly, in bits and pieces that form a haphazard picture in your mind. It's fuzzy around the edges because you're not intimately familiar with it but oh, how you could be.

"Kim Taehyung?" You're not sure how many times you've uttered those same few words but it falls again, framed in surprise and perhaps a little hope.

"Hi." He breathes the greeting like it's a secret, his big boxy grin stopped short only by the way he catches his bottom lip between his teeth. There's a flash of pink as his tongue follows suit not long after, laving at the indents he's left behind. A tic of his, you notice. One that stirs butterflies in your chest and tension in your stomach. You mimic the action without realizing and it's his turn to inhale sharply, his attempts at suffocating the excitement with a lungful of air feeble. "Surprise?"

It's an understatement if you've ever heard one.

"What're you doing here?"

The reminder that this isn't normal - that your meeting isn't planned nor somehow caused by some sort of cosmic interference - seems to bring him to his senses. He shifts his weight from one foot to the other, hand rising to scratch at the nape of his neck. He's tonguing his lip again, the tell-tale flash of pink distracting you momentarily. In the open, like this, he's even more handsome than you remembered and you admire him with little hesitation.

"Namjoon-hyung mentioned they'd have a late night."

That certainly doesn't answer your question. "But what does that have to do with me?"

"He said he and Yoongi-hyung would be here all night but... that you were leaving soon." By the way he speaks, it almost as if he's ready for a reprimand or rejection. He won't even look at you fully, his gaze bouncing from your eyes to your mouth to some indeterminate spot behind your left ear. He looks like he's about burst when he finally meets your stare. "I thought you might want to get dinner. "

You can't deny how charming it is, how giddy it makes you feel. You're beaming as bright as the sun. "I'd love to."

The breath he'd been holding escapes as one giant laugh that reverberates his shoulders and crashes out of his mouth in unadulterated mirth. He tries to hide it behind his hands, palm pressed to his lips as his face contorts into a makeshift cage. He's a kid on Christmas morning and his excitement is infectious.

"I guess this is our first date then." There's that aching sweetness again, blanketing his words in promise as he extends his hand. Maybe it's a little too forward, a little too much - you can see the uncertainty buried deep in his irises - but you take it nonetheless, slotting your digits with his as if its the most natural thing in the world. You like the way he feels, the weight of his hand in yours. You're gladdened by the fact that you still feel sparks where your skin connects, a live wire linking the two of you together.

It hadn't just been all in your head.

"Where should we go?"

"Anywhere." You don't mean to sound the way you do, a girl on her first date. It causes a revolt against your cheeks, pretty pink painting the apples. "I'm not picky." A poor attempt at sounding somewhat blasé. Why you try, you're not sure, because Taehyung looks just as enamoured as you. It's both powerful and terrifying. "You choose."

So he does - and you like that, too, allowing him to lead the two of you to a nearby shop that specializes in jokbal. He won't stop talking about it the entire way, regaling you with stories of late night munchies with his hyungs and making you laugh so hard you shake.

He never drops your hand, not even when he's opening the door for you with his other.

You find your seats quickly, settling across from each other at the small table. It's reminiscent of the first time you'd met and you can't help but smile, mouth pursing so as to stave off the expression. It catches his attention, though you're uncertain it'd been anywhere else. "What?"

"I feel like we should be answering questions again."

There's playfulness curling his lips, stretching his cheeks and rounding them into his characteristic smile. "Do you want to?"

You're surprised. Why not? "Sure. It'll be like old times."

Now, he snickers, once again hidden behind the slope of his fingers. "What percentage did you put at the end?" It's like a flipped switch how quickly he goes from cherubic aegyo to serious, effortlessly handsome in his sudden gravity.

"I'm not telling you that!" You gasp as if affronted, voice warbling like an old widow asked about her dearly departed.

"Come on!" He comes back, just as quick. A hand cradles his heart now - lays right over where it lies beneath the soft cotton of his plain black shirt - and tenses. Some sort of very fake sob comes out, hushed in consideration of the other diners, and he levels you with a look that makes you want to kiss him. "You're breaking my heart, Cho Jiyeon."

A part of you wants to drag this on, keep that all-encompassing smile in place for as long as you can, but he's already shifting. He's leaning across the table and you can count each individual eyelash and every mole. You're once again left breathless by the sheer beauty of him.

"I put 100." The admission comes so easily from him that you almost feel bad for holding out. Almost.

You think you might if you weren't completely over the moon and lost to the stars above. "Me too."

He's never looked better than when he hears that and you try to memorize the way his eyes squint, the start of his smile when his mouth pulls subtly to the left, the deep lines that run the length of his chiselled cheeks. Like a painting by the old masters, it speaks volumes.

"You're not just saying that?"

The juxtaposition is laughable when he finally speaks. Here he is, devilishly handsome and brimming with euphoria, and yet his words sound like they've taken everything out of him. It makes your heart squeeze in a downright lovesick way. "One hundred," a pause that's meant to be cute, "percent serious."

Your bad joke has him laughing, sweeping you up in the sound. "You won't regret it."

You tell yourself you believe him because you're hopeless and you don't know better. But when he focuses on you like this, you can't help it. He's like every wish you've ever made, a shooting star across a spotless night sky, illuminating everything in its path. He makes you see in full spectrum colour, setting your vision to ultra HD. You don't want to go back to shades to grey.

notes. just when kook was getting some face time, in comes taehyung. whoops!

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kvltprince · 5 years ago

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I was tagged by the lovely @leporidaefluff (Thank you! it was the push i needed to get started on this instead of just going oh~ neat~!)

Rules:

1. Choose an OC.

2. Answer them as that OC.

3. Tag 5 people to do the same. Sorry if anyone has already been tagged, no obligation. @ heathie on whatever acct cos im a dumbass an i miss your bois(you miss em too), @randomwordsandstormydays, @randomfuzzbunny, @jornaquinn @chrysocolladawn ( @somewhere-withoutyou if you would...) and anyone else who would enjoy doing this. (if i get tagged again ill do anther oc. i would tag a few others but i feel weird tagging ppl i dont like ever talk to lol.)

What is your name?

"Lucy Grandchester, yeah that one.”

How old are you?

“Fourty-five unless you are getting nitpicky about cryostasis. That doesn’t count unless I am joking with a ghoul, honestly.”

What do you look like?

He lets out a small half chuckle, "Oh, we are doing this okay. I’ll bite. Slightly short middle aged punk, long greying curly hair, undercut, with one leg and too many tattoos?”

Where are you from? Where do you live now?

Lucy uncomfortably takes down his hair and redoes his messy bun while sighing and becoming a bit short. “I’m from just the other side of that irradiated water near that gas station south of here. Name kinda gives it away. You have seen it? I honestly am not sure how it’s standing still between the bombs and everything else. It’s looked after now, and is a surprise asset to still have. I lived in Boston for a while after all that, and back in this area once Nuka World was opened, then back in the Boston area, and would you look at that I am back in Nuka World and it is a lot more comfortable now.”

What was your childhood like?

"...Unstable, for everyone. It got a bit better once my parents were dead... are we done with this line of questions? Or am I excusing you?”

What groups are you friendly with? Are you allied with any factions?

“Well, I started out trying to play nicely vaguely with anyone that didn’t try to shoot me first. That.... hasn’t stayed how it is. At least not fully, though i generally play nice until I am given a reason not to. I am friendly with the Disciples, the Operators, several of the Children of Atom groups that haven't irradiated their sense out of their heads yet, the Railroad.”

Tell me about your best friend.

He finally visibly relaxes the rest of the way after that history business, and takes a drink of a quantum. “Oh only one best friend? Are we in high school again? aw Alright. We have some parallel histories.” He swirls the glowing drink, but doesn't let himself get lost in his head too far. “Great humor, puts up with my shit somehow, doesn't blow my sneaking. Laugh that could take on the world even though they probably wouldn't. No I am not spoiling who I decided on. A man has to have some secrets somewhere and mine are in short supply”

Do you have a family? Tell me about them!

“My son Shaun never ceases to surprise me with what he can come up with, and how well adjusted he is. Codsworth is still helping out with the household, and helping keep Shaun from disassembling live turrets while I am away, though now he is living here at Fizztop with us. Surprisingly it seems to be an alright setup, and Shaun has taught a few people some upgrades in their downtime. There is enough room to keep things comfortable, and I have done some park remodeling since I arrived. My closest companions that don’t hate my choices I have made I consider family, but that has become a smaller circle than before.”

What about a partner or partners?

“Gage of course, he is my husband for whatever it is worth in the wasteland. Otherwise I suppose that depends how you are defining that. I am an affectionate person and some people seem to have rather strict definitions of where the edge of friend and partner should be”

Who are your enemies, and why?

“Several people aren’t speaking to me very well at best after I have settled into the Overboss seat here, on a personal level. The Pack were wiped out. The Brotherhood were wiped out. The Institute were wiped out. The minutemen are pretty pissed understandably. The Gunners still show up in vertibirds sometimes and are still pretty fun target practice. My settlements are generally comfortable, and my outposts mostly only have problems with gunners or trappers. Minor annoyances.”

Have you ever heard of The Brotherhood of Steel? What do you think about them?

“Yeah, of course. I think they got too headstrong for their flightsuits. I mean I understand but you really can’t do that shit and expect no repercussions. It was quite a firework show honestly, I wonder how far away the heat was felt..”

What about The Enclave?

"I don’t know much about them, only one of their ex-soldiers, he didn’t exactly tell me much. Cute, a bit odd. Not sure if it is the radiation that did that or not.”

How do you feel about Super Mutants?

He has a flash of a pensive thought drift across his face “There’s a few that aren’t so bad. Obviously the FEV isn’t mass-curable though, so not exactly much of a choice what to do about them unless you like getting a rocket launcher or a nuke in your face.”

What’s the craziest fight you’ve ever been in?

“Proobably~ around Bunker Hill, It was just, A Lot. That whole time was not just the specific fight. I don’t remember a lot of it, I’m pretty sure Gage half dragged me home after the main running around and meetings after the fight. I don’t think I had a full thought for a while.”

Have you ever fought a Deathclaw?

He thumb points to a sniper rifle leaning against the wall “Yeah, too often, thankfully usually I see them first, and I’ve gotten the sneaking thing down. They make pretty good steaks.”

Do you like fighting?

“Sometimes, honestly. Something tired and overstated about old habits or something boring. Really though, it is exciting and keeps the boredom away. Playfighting and sparring will do, no need to draw blood. I guess. Good to keep knife and sneaking skills sharp however you can.”

What’s your weapon of choice?

“A modded real sharp Throatslicer she called it, I swear Nisha found this thing in the loading dock or something it is the nicest box-cutter I have ever owned. Opens up anything.”

How do you survive? Your wits, your charm, your skills, brute force, some combination? (a.k.a. what’s your S.P.E.C.I.A.L?)

“Outlive everything around me usually by not being seen, notice it first, shoot it faster, stab it more, talk my way out of it, or by luck. I have zero real idea, but I can eat nearly anything and I bet that helps too.”

Have you ever been in a vault? What do you think about them?

"Of course, there are a bunch, and I was ushered into 111 to turn my life upside down. They seem to only be any good for salvage, horror stories, clean water sometimes, and if you are real lucky a trade post and a shave. I have a settlement vault that is doing well that I have taken over and built up, but that is not Vault-Tec related, obviously.”

How do you beat all the radiation around here? Has it affected you?

“I have a few recipes that are good for radiation, though it doesn't affect me very badly overall and I am slow to feel any sickness. I suspect that one day I will turn into a ghoul.” He is rather matter of fact and unbothered by this, and hints that he knows that not getting sick much from radiation means just that.

What’s your favorite wasteland critter?

“Probably the stags and gazelles and other herd animals. They are overall unchanged other than most have two heads now, they are still nice to watch”

What’s your least favorite wasteland critter?

“Honestly? radscorpions? Those fuckers are too quick and you cant shoot them cos they tunnel and they knock you on your ass and poison you and just UGH”

How do you feel about robots?

"Robots are alright if they are not causing trouble. Some of them are nice. Jezebel is not so nice, but she is guarding red rocket and bitching the entire time so shes no longer my problem. The Rust Devil’s robots are a pain in my ass for real.”

How many caps do you have on you right now?

"Plenty.”

Nuka Cola or Sunset Sarsaparilla?

He cocks his head slightly “I havent heard that one in a while. Depends on the flavor of Nuka Cola, I do like Sunset Sarsaparilla though, if you have any.”

Do you do chems?

"Not recreationally anymore. No, not because of him.” He nods toward Gage “It just, gets out of hand”

Do you ever think about the Pre-War world?

"Not as often as you would expect, I mean obviously there is the ‘oh i remember when that wasn't destroyed’ of things, but things are more comfortable than I thought they could be”

What’s your deepest regret? What would you do differently?

His eyes narrow slightly “I don’t really do regret. Things were done the way they were because it was the choice at the time. A choice now for an old situation isn’t helpful to living my current life or my old life. I am not living then, I am living now.”

What’s your biggest achievement? Or what do you hope to achieve?

“Surviving all of this, and myself. Creating this strange semi-stability in this post apocalyptic place.”

What do you want for the future? For yourself? Your friends? The world?

“Keep me and mine safe, happy as we can be, and I hope that my found-family never fully stops growing. Curious what the future holds for my raiders and friends, there is so much potential, it could be risky but it is there. For once it is a good solid place to be, and it’s mine.” Lucy polishes off his questionable as hell drink with a smile.

#lucy grandchester #oc interview #this is a bit messy but hey thats fine #longpost #wow no wonder it took so long

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moonbeambucky · 6 years ago

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The Price of Gold (Part 16)

Pairing: Lance Tucker x Reader Word Count: 2076 Warnings: angst

Summary: As a sports journalist you’ve traveled the world interviewing famous athletes. You’ve loved your job up until you find out your next article is on the last person in the world you ever wanted to talk to, Lance Tucker.

A/N: This doesn’t follow The Bronze canon though some film details are mixed with real world events. Written for @green-eyeddragonfanfiction Dragon’s 3k Follower Creative Content Challenge. My prompt was “I can’t be in love with you!” gif source (x)

PART 15 | THE PRICE OF GOLD MASTERLIST

Your jaw dropped down thirty-six floors to the ground level and then some, feeling as if your mouth was so wide you could swallow an entire subway train. Your heart forgoes its steady beat for a wild rhythm of a song you couldn’t hear since your ears were clogging up.

The vents in Sue’s office blew out hot steam and you were instantly sweating, beads trickling down your temple and appearing above your top lip. You wanted to scream and cry at once but you felt frozen in your seat, staring back at the picture of you and Lance together.

“You lied to me,” Susan said as you looked up at her with guilty eyes.

What could you say? There was obviously no denying it, not with the proof staring back at you. Sorry doesn’t explain why you lied but is that what she wanted to hear? Or did she want to hear the truth? Did she want to hear about half a lifetime of memories with the boy who became an Olympic winner after breaking your teenage heart? You told her from the start this was a bad idea but she didn’t listen.

“It’s personal,” you muttered quietly.

Susan clasped her hands together and you could see the tension in her fingers, turning white as she squeezed her own skin. “Be that as it may this company has a reputation. I have a reputation and as your editor and boss this is something I should have known about.”

Taking a deep breath to steady your nerves, “I apologize. It wasn’t something I wanted to discuss but my prior connection with Lance Tucker has no impact on my work today.”

“No impact?” she scoffed. “Is that why you missed the opening?”

Sue cocked her head waiting for your answer but you simply couldn’t respond. She was right, from the start your relationship with Lance affected everything, from the petty and childish ways you both acted until you finally resolved the issue from your past and moved forward. Everything was perfect until that phone call.

Something didn’t feel right. There was no point in lying to Susan now, you had to put everything out there if you were going to get to the bottom of this.

“Something happened,” you began, and Sue sat back, preparing herself for whatever you were going to say next.

After skimming through the events that transpired and briefly describing Dorothy’s condition you explained the phone call. “He said that I called his mom but I never did. Sue, this woman was like a second mother to me I would never jeopardize her health over this article especially when things were progressing.”

Sue frowned, also puzzled by your story though it wasn’t the full truth.

“Because of the phone call Lance pulled out of the article.”

“Shit!” she cursed, huffing loudly.

Sue slammed her hands on the desk causing a few papers to move around. As you stared at the photo on her desk you wondered how it ended up in her hands. That was the picture your mom accidentally sent to your work email, and your computer was on but you remembered logging off, specifically pulling your phone charger out of the port to take with you.

“Who gave you this picture?!”

Your foot nervously tapped as you waited for the elevator to descend. Harsh puffs of air blew out from your flaring nostrils, you felt like a bull ready to charge. Once the doors opened you began your stampede, zeroing in on the person who fucked everything up like they were a matador waving a red cape, except in this scenario the bull will not go down.

“How could you?” You harshly pulled Heather’s chair back, spinning her around to face you.

“Excuse me?” she feigned snotty innocence before dropping it when you told her about the photo. “How could I? You’re the one that lied Y/N! That article should have been mine considering I actually like the guy!”

Your head shook in disbelief, if she only knew the pain she caused to the supposed “guy she liked.”

“Oh but wait that’s another lie! I saw the way you looked at him,” she paused to pull out her phone, bringing up a photo of you and Lance kissing at the table from the night of your birthday, unaware someone had snapped a photo of what they tagged as #TuckersGoldenGirl presumably because of the glow of the candlelight.

“I can’t believe you Heather. I thought we were friends,” you sighed.

“You thought wrong,” she snapped back.

You once considered Heather a close friend. She understood your schedule and always kept in touch while you were away, keeping you updated on all of her dates, she even tried to introduce you to some guys when you would hang out outside of work. She was always there for you but you were wrong and it hurt.

“Sue knows you lied so now I’m gonna write that article and then I’ll be with Lance. He wants someone like me anyway– ruthless, determined… someone who knows what it takes to be the best!”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at how wrong she had everything. “You don’t know him at all and there is no article Heather because of what you did. Why would you call his mother?”

“I needed information, not that she would give me anything,” Heather blew it off not understanding the severity of the situation. “Besides he’s a big boy, one call to mommy won’t hurt.”

Once again you found yourself in a situation where your hands became balled into tight fists and it hurt you to the core to restrain them at your sides and not put them through Heather’s face. There will already be repercussions from lying to Sue; you do not need an assault charge on top of it.

“You stupid girl, you have no idea what you’ve done!” you exclaimed, thinking about Dorothy’s health while she mistook it.

“Whatever, there will always be more articles,” she laughed wickedly, unaware of the person standing behind her.

“Not for you Heather,” Sue sternly said. Heather turned around to face her boss who stood behind her looking unamused by the young woman’s antics. “You’re fired, pack up your things and go.”

Heather stood up, pathetically begging Susan that she had it all wrong and that you should be fired. It was quite comical especially since you saw Susan approach Heather’s desk midway through your conversation though you didn’t let that on. Alyssa arranged for security to escort Heather out of the building as you followed Sue back to her office.

“I’m honestly very sorry Susan. Lance and I were really close during our childhood but we had a falling out. I hadn’t really thought about him in years and when you approached me for the article I panicked. Funny thing is we patched things up,” you sighed heavily, briefly recalling all of the wonderful moments you and Lance shared, from dinners to Weeki Wachee and even splitting your pants.

A wave of hot tears threatened to spill, your lip trembling as you remembered your nights together, in each other’s embrace once again. Your voice cracked as you continued to apologize, “I should have told you though.”

Rummaging through your bag you unsuccessfully searched for a tissue, looking up to see Susan place a box in front of you for the tears that began to fall. Nodding a thank you to her as you wiped them away along with your running mascara.

“This is all my fault. If you knew about this then Heather wouldn’t have tried to sabotage the article but more importantly she wouldn’t have disturbed Dorothy Tucker.”

“I’m sorry you felt you couldn’t tell me you weren’t comfortable doing the piece. I would never have put you in that situation,” she said, offering a smile of relief. “Unfortunately your undisclosed relationship puts you and this company at risk, especially with pictures of you and Lance on Instagram. We are unbiased journalists Y/N; we show no favoritism to any athlete, sports team or league.”

Sue took a few sips of her coffee that was evidently cold by her disappointed face after setting it down. “Here’s the bottom line, as long as everything was consensual…”

She paused, waiting for your answer to which you nodded, “Then everything is fine. Well in this case it’s not fine. Had you been able to run the interview you would have to disclose your prior relationship but now we have nothing.”

Sue informed you that you’d be suspended without pay for the next two days, the days you technically would have still been in Spring Hill for, and that you would have to reimburse the company for the expenses of the trip that did not produce the article it was intended for. It was a financial sting but no pain compares to the heavy lump in your chest, the now broken heart that longs for days it was overflowing with the love you felt for Lance.

Pushing up from the chair you thanked Sue and began to leave, “Y/N I just have to say one more thing,” she said, waving you back. “Talk to Lance. Speaking as your editor I would love to run that article.”

You wanted to say he probably blocked your number by now but she continued, “But as your friend…” Sue smiled and once again tears made their presence known, burning their way out upon hearing her words, “…you obviously care for him. At the very least he should know the truth about the phone call.”

Wiping away a few more tears you nodded with a tight lipped smile, “Thank you Susan,” you said. She walked you to the door of her office, wrapping her arms around your back for a brief but firm hug.

Before heading home you made a stop to a bakery nearby, getting an order of chocolate dipped cannolis for yourself because after today you absolutely needed the sweets. While retrieving your mail you noticed your elderly neighbor struggling to balance a few bags and grip the handrail of the staircase.

Moving quickly before she lost her balance you came up beside her, “I can carry those if you’d like Mrs. Daniels.”

She thanked you as she sluggishly made her way up the steps, you followed with precaution in case she needed your assistance. Thankfully she was she was only on the second floor, you had six excruciating flights to walk up thanks to your building not having an elevator.

When she made it to the front door her keys jingled loudly as her shaky hands struggled to insert the key but finally she unlocked her door.

“Thank you dear,” she said. “Did you just move here?”

You smiled in return, shaking your head no. Mrs. Daniels was one of the first people you met when you moved in a few years ago and granted you hadn’t seen her much it goes to show how little time you actually spent here.

After waking up the rest of the way you finally made it inside, kicking off your shoes for the comfort of fuzzy socks, trading your restrictive clothes for leggings and a soft t-shirt, once again ignoring the blue one that reminded you so much of Lance’s beautiful eyes.

Grabbing your laptop you ate a cannoli on your way to the couch, making yourself comfortable as you stared at an empty screen. For the two days you were at home you worked hard, pouring your heart out through every word you typed.

Back at the office you were focused on making arrangements for future articles with athletes or their agents. Lance was always on your mind but you tried not to focus on him. It didn’t help when rumors circulated around the office about Heather’s dismissal. Even though she was no longer your friend you knew firsthand how damaging rumors can be, Lance’s reputation is proof of that. You gave a generic answer about her unprofessionalism, it was the truth any way and no one needed to know any further details.

Every night after rushing through dinner you went back to your laptop, writing, editing and rewriting, staying up well past a normal bedtime until everything was complete. Hovering the mouse over the send button you closed your eyes, took a deep breath and clicked. The email to Lance was sent and now all you could do was wait.

PART 17

#dragon’s3k3c #lance tucker x reader #lance tucker fanfiction #lance tucker x you #lance tucker fanfic

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skelenyxx · 6 years ago

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//i’ll save you// ~ I’ll Save You

//Where did I go wrong? I lost a friend Somewhere along in the bitterness And I would have stayed up with you all night Had I known how to save a life.//

/*/

"Nothing we do can change what happened, Ava, but we can make sure that it never happens again."

Perhaps Shoto was right. Nothing I do could ever change the past right? As true as that fact was, it didn't ease the shame and regret that followed in the wake of that past. I could work to make sure that no one ever experienced that pain again, like Shoto suggested, but deep down, I knew that wouldn't be enough to wash away the pain I felt.

After all, it was my fault that Izuku had gotten mortally injured in that battle.

"I realize now that I probably should've talked to you about all of this before," Shoto added. I looked up at him again, his dual-colored eyes watching me again from under his red and white hair. "It's obvious you've been in a lot of pain since the fight, and I should've tried to help sooner."

I shook my head. "Don't apologize, Shoto. You haven't done anything wrong. Besides, you've had a lot of stuff to deal with since the fight as well." I may have been dealing with a lot, but I wasn't conceited enough to begin to believe that I was the only one. Shoto's father, Endeavor, was one of the Pros killed by Shigaraki and his hoard of Nomu, and handling the repercussions of that couldn't have been a small feat. "I've been meaning to ask, how have things been since...? Have you been doing okay?"

"I can't say things have been easy," he replied with a shrug. "I may have despised that man, but in the end, he was still my father. It's hard to explain... But since he's no longer around, my family and I have been able to work on the paperwork to get my mother out of the hospital."

"That's amazing, Shoto."

"She won't be officially released for another couple weeks, but it's a relief to know that the end of that torment is finally in sight. Without my father around, it's like a weight has been lifted off of all of us. It feels like we can actually be a family, but at the same time, his absence in itself is another weight added."

His mother meant the world to him, and understandably so. After all he went through in his childhood, it was honestly a miracle that he made it through as well as he did. His father was an abusive, overbearing figure that put all his own unfulfilled dreams and desires onto Shoto, and it resulted in a very tough home life. I knew I couldn't understand his true feelings about his father's death and how conflicting they might be, but I could at least understand his happiness in the fact that his mother would finally be coming home.

"I'm glad that things are going alright for you and your family. You deserve it," I said with probably the most genuine smile I'd been able to wear in weeks.

"Thanks."

We grew quiet again, occupying our minds as we watched Izuku in the hospital bed. His chest rose and fell evenly in time with the beep of the heart monitor, IV bags hanging by his bed labeled things like saline, and other machines all cranking along to the functions of his body. I wished he would just open his eyes, the green irises taking in his surroundings and analyzing everything the way they always did. I wanted to see his sweet, genuine smile and hear the determination in his voice. Izuku was the one who made me feel like I could be strong, and without him, I felt like my strength had been sucked out through a straw, leaving me weak and helpless. Perhaps it was a bad thing that I was so dependent on my friend, and it was such a stark contrast to the person I was many years ago, but I guess that was to be expected when you have a story like mine. Izuku taught me what it meant to be a friend, and what it meant to be a hero. To me, he was the epitome of those words, doing everything in his power to help the people he cared about and putting everything on the line in order to protect others. But in the end, it was his determination as a hero and a friend that put him in that bed.

No, it was me that put him in that bed.

"It's so strange seeing him like this," Shoto said after a while. "He was always so energetic and passionate. It's weird not seeing him around school."

I nodded. "I miss him. I just want him to wake up."

"Midoriya has probably the strongest heart of any person I know. I'm sure he's doing whatever he can to get back to us. He won't give up."

"But what if that's not enough?"

Shoto shook his head. "Don't think about it that way. Believe in him. Midoriya always finds a way to win. As he would put it: 'That's what heroes do.'"

Because that's what heroes do. Izuku had said that sentence so many times over the years. Anytime someone second guessed his motives or questioned why he wouldn't back down or retreat, his response was always those five words. Izuku was a true hero, not just to me but to everyone around him. There wasn't a sliver of doubt in my mind that he was meant to be the next symbol of peace, just like his mentor, All Might, and he had chased that very dream since he was a quirkless elementary school boy. He never gave up on it, and it lead him to becoming one of the most promising young heroes of our generation.

"So what do you normally do while you're here?" Shoto asked me suddenly. "You spend practically every free minute you have here at the hospital and it doesn't seem Midoriya has all too many visitors to keep you company anymore."

I shrugged. "Sometimes I watch the news or read. Sometimes his mom his here so she and I chat for a while. But a lot of the time, I just talk to him."

"Talk to him?" Shoto furrowed his brows in confusion at my statement.

"Yeah," I nodded. "I don't know too much about superstitious beliefs here Japan, even after living here for three years, so I don't know if you guys have the same belief, but in America, a lot of people believe that if you talk to a person in a coma that you have a close connection to, they can hear your voice. I don't know if I believe it or not, but I want to; I just want him to know that I'm here still and that we're all waiting for him to wake up."

"What do you say to him?"

"Different things each time. I usually recount what's going on in school, what's been happening with his mother, and what the media has been saying about him or about Hero society as a whole. And a lot of the time I just talk about old memories of us and our friends over the years."

"Sounds like you're a lot more sentimental than you like to let on," Shoto tried at a bit of humor. Surprisingly, it worked, and the smallest curl graced my lips.

"Yeah, I guess you're right."

/*/

Shoto stayed with me at the hospital for a few hours before eventually excusing himself. He said he would've stayed with me until visiting hours were over, but he was supposed to be meeting his mother's doctor with his older sister to work out some of the finer details of Mrs. Todoroki's release. I was glad that in the dark wake of such a devastating fight, he was able to find some light in it.

His words and advice still rung in my head. He was right; I had to start moving forward one way or another. Maybe I didn't deserve to, but I'm supposed to be a hero, and a hero saves people. I needed to keep working, keep learning so that this would never happen again. That's what Izuku would want.

The League of Villains may have been bested, but there will always be another baddie around the corner, each stronger than the last. Until hero society stabilized and a new symbol of peace was in place, villains would continue to grow ever more cocky, and more people would be in danger. If Izuku were awake, he'd be doing everything in his power to be ready for that and to protect people, so for his sake, ultimately I had to do the same.

But I knew that it was far from me truly moving forward. My body and mind may be working toward the future, but my heart was to remain in that hospital room with Izuku until the day his eyes opened again. But when would that day come? I didn't know. Sometimes it felt truly hopeless, like it would never happen at all.

Izuku wouldn't be in a coma if it weren't for me, that I knew within every fiber of my soul. He saved me, not just in the fight but so many times since the day we'd met. I wouldn't ever be able to repay him or atone for my failures until he came back.

I stood beside his bed, noticing the clock on the wall strike 10PM, telling me that visiting hours were over, and I felt a sudden determination wash over me. I knew what had to be done.

"I promise, Izuku," I spoke softly, my hand reaching out and gently gripping his. "On my life, I'll find a way. I'll save you."

This time, I'll be his hero.

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//2 Months Ago, Tokyo//

"Oh my god," the young woman breathed as she took in the scene of destruction before her. Her face was largely obscured by the hood and mask that came up over her nose, but you could see the horror written in her blue eyes as she surveyed the battleground.

"Angel Blade!" a voice shouted from not too far off. The girl turned, her white and gold cape fluttering in the wind, as she came face to face with a boy her age, his green body suit blurring in her vision as he leaped around the rubble to her side.

They quickly ducked behind a large piece of building that had fallen, crouching as they breathed heavily. Angel Blade pulled her mask down and looked at the boy. "This is really bad, Deku."

Deku nodded, his green hair shaking haphazardly as he frowned. "Shigaraki just took out every Pro Hero that faced him. He's gotten exponentially stronger since All For One passed him his power."

"I'm not even sure I can say that's Shigaraki anymore," Angel Blade replied with a quick glance over the rubble at the thing that stood at the center of the destruction. "With all that power, he's become a monster. If the top Pros couldn't take him, I don't know if anyone can."

Another group of figures came into view, running towards the pair from behind some more rubble nearby. Angel Blade recognized them to be Ingenium, Uravity, Froppy, Ground Zero, Creati, Tsukoyomi, Red Riot, and Shoto, more of her classmates from UA.

"What are we going to do?" Creati, a tall brunette with elegant features asked once the group had reached them. "He'll destroy the entire city!"

"We're going to fight him, you idiot!" Ground Zero all but shouted, balling his fists at his sides. "We were asked to be here as backup and what kinda backup are we if we don't fill in when shit gets rough?"

"I agree with Kaachan," Deku spoke up, accidentally letting slip the nickname of his childhood friend rather than his hero name. Under the stress of the situation, nobody could blame him. "We can't let him keep going on or he'll just continue growing stronger and hurt a lot more people."

"Can we even defeat a villain like that?" Ingenium asked under the mask of his white armor, at the moment more concerned about the safety of his friends. Shigaraki had become a menace to behold, and to him it seemed like a fruitless effort to even try to fight him.

"We have to," Deku said with determination. "We may not be Pros yet, but we're the last heroes standing. The citizens are counting on us to protect them. We have to fight, and we have to win."

The group knew their friend was right, and although they had trained for fighting villains such as this, nothing could've prepared them for the fear that arose when actually forced to face power like Shigaraki's.

"I'm in," Angel Blade said, hands resting on the hilts of her swords. "If Deku is fighting then so am I."

"Me as well," Shoto spoke up.

"And me," Red Riot added, his spiked red hair practically glowing the light of the burning surroundings. "This is what we do as heroes, and it's not very manly to run away from an enemy."

"Tch, I was going to fight whether you guys joined me or not. Just don't get in my way," said Ground Zero, glaring at his friends.

"I think its best for you seven to fight since you're the strongest front line fighters of the group," Creati strategized, also looking at the bird man Tsukoyomi and the "white knight" Ingenium.

"Froppy, Creati and I will work on freeing trapped civilians and helping the injured heroes get out of the way," Uravity decided. "You guys won't be able to fight at full power until the area is cleared, and we can't hope to win without that power."

"Actually," Ingenium spoke up, "against a monster like that, I won't be of much help. I'll only get in the way if I try to fight. My attacks aren't powerful enough to take him on. I think my abilities would be more useful in helping to evacuate people. The quicker we get people out, the sooner you guys can go all out."

"I'm in the same boat," Tsukoyomi added sullenly. "Between the fires in this destruction and your three quirks," he looked at Angel Blade, Shoto, and Ground Zero, "Dark Shadow will be too weak to hold up against Shigaraki. It'd be better if I help the wounded and trapped." He bowed his head. "I'm sorry I can't be of more use."

"It's okay," Deku assured. "Getting people to safety is still a huge help."

Uravity placed a hand on Deku's shoulder. "Be careful," she looked around at the group that was about to march into the fray of battle, "all of you. And good luck."

"Always," Angel Blade smiled, pulling up her white mask over her mouth and nose.

The two groups split off, the rescuers heading into the wreckage of buildings to remove citizens and downed heroes, while the fighters dodged crumbling rubble on their way to the epicenter of the battle to face the creature that Shigaraki had become. Angel Blade stood at the edge of the giant crater created by the fight and stared at the monster in apprehension. Nomu or human, she wasn't sure what he was anymore. His once frail body was now swollen beyond its normal size, at least ten feet tall with massive distorted muscles and strange structures like spikes protruding from random parts. Sometimes the form of his appendages would change into things like large blades or pointed spikes sharp enough to impale anyone within arms reach. The incredulous amount of quirks dwelling within his body had created this atrocity, and they were all bursting forth simultaneously. It was a terrifying sight.

Deku and Shoto came to stand beside her, determination written in their features.

"Ready?" Deku asked.

Angel Blade nodded, eyes narrowing at the monster as she unsheathed her dual swords and activated her quirk. Orange flames licked down her arms, engulfing her hands and the swords in the blaze. Hellfire, her quirk was called. Very few knew the reason behind that name, but she had a feeling that her secret was going to be out after tonight. She couldn't afford to hold back against this foe or else risk the safety of herself and her friends.

Shoto and Deku also activated their quirks, fire engulfing Shoto's left side as a horrendously cold mist played on his right, and power surged through Deku as he let his quirk flow into his limbs, using Full Cowling to enhance his speed and strength immeasurably.

"Let's do this," she said, leaping off the edge of rubble into the crater alongside her friends.

The following battle was a frenzy of exchanged blows, fire, and ice. Ground Zero maneuvered through the air, using his explosions for propulsion and blasting Shigaraki in the face to knock him off balance any chance he could get. Deku, Red Riot, and Angel Blade dodged in and out of range of the enemy's reaches, attacking where they could and parrying when they couldn't, while Shoto used his ice and fire from a distance to burn or freeze him every chance he could get. Their movements and strategy were fluid, working seamlessly like a well oiled machine. They had trained alongside each other for three years, but that kind of teamwork is something that comes with more than just cooperation. It's understanding your comrades' quirks, theirs strengths, their weaknesses, and their fight styles. It's understanding how they'll approach a situation, how they'll react to peril, and what their motives are. The teamwork they showcased, it came from more than just being comrades or classmates.

It came from being friends, friends who trusted each other with their lives.

But no matter their cohesiveness and their power, it still wasn't enough. Shigaraki was more powerful than any villain or Nomu they had ever faced, and no matter how much they threw at him, he fought back with twice the strength. Not only that, but any damage they did to him only regenerated, leaving him practically unscathed. Meanwhile, the young heroes were beginning to wear down, taking hits left and right, unable to fully outmaneuver the massive beast that they faced. If they didn't find a way to turn the fight around, and soon, they would ultimately lose the fight the same as the Pros before them.

"Shit," Angel Blade cursed in pain as she slammed against what was left of a wall. She gripped her side, trying to force the searing pain to subside and she grimaced. She had moved in for another attack, using her flaming dual blades to slice into the monster, but she wasn't fast enough to move back before he had swung out with his massive arm, knocking her across the battlefield.

"Are you okay?" Shoto asked in concern as he approached her position, sliding on his ice to come defend his beaten friend as she tried to regain her footing.

"I think so," she responding, using one of her blades dug into the ground to pull herself back into a standing position. She grimaced again, clenching her jaw as her side felt like it was being stabbed. "I think I broke a few ribs," she added.

"Can you still fight?"

She nodded, pulling her blade out of the ground. "We won't be able to hold him off much longer like this."

"I know. We just have to hold out until the others finish evacuating the area." Shoto sent out another ice wave, the glacier grabbing hold of Shigaraki's arm, preventing him from landing a blow to Ground Zero as the angry blonde blew through the air yet again, firing another blast to the beast's face. It was enough to stall him slightly, but he quickly broke free of the hold, shattering the ice as though it were a thin sheet of glass.

Angel Blade reactivated her quirk, the warm sensation traveling down her arms and engulfing the swords she held as an extension of her attack range. Her flames could only affect what she touched; they weren't projectable like Shoto's, so she used the blades to give her more fighting power in close combat. Angel Blade had trained for many years to be able to use her dual blades as well as she could, and if she hadn't ended up moving to Japan to attend UA, she's sure she would've ultimately become an assassin "hero," like she'd been trained to be.

She glared through the pain, taking a deep breath and running back into the fray of the fight. Shoto used a wave of ice to give her a ramp to run up, and she leaped off the top, bringing one of her flaming blades down through Shigaraki's shoulder. She used the other to push herself back off of him, dislodging her blade and leaping back out of the way of a spike that immediately formed where she had been perched on his back. She growled in frustration as the wound immediately closed, the creature not even flinching in pain. Her attack was followed closely by Red Riot, who used his strength and hardened body to break the spike from Shigaraki's body and then use it as a baseball bat, slamming it into his side with such force that it actually knocked the monster to the side a bit. Just as he tilted to the side, Ground Zero came flying through the air, firing an explosive blast so large that even Angel Blade could feel the searing heat and had to dig her swords into the ground to keep from being blown backwards.

Ground Zero landed beside her in the most typical hero pose ever, glaring through the haze of smoke at the silhouette that was their enemy.

"If that didn't blast the bastard's face off then I don't know what will," he growled, panting heavily.

But as the smoke cleared away, the heroes stood dismayed at the sight of the still unscathed villain before them. The massive creature formed his arm into a blade and swung it out at the closest hero in range, which happened to be Red Riot. The red head was able to negate the damage that would've been caused by the blade by using his quirk, but it didn't keep him from being smashed relentlessly into the ground repeatedly. Angel Blade knew that her friend's Unbreakable form could only outlast so much, and foreseeing the worst, she rushed to his aide, digging a blade into the arm of the beast and tearing it out with a strength she didn't realize she had, nearly severing the limb entirely. For once, Shigaraki actually recoiled from the attack, pulling away long enough for the others to join in and distract him while Angel Blade pulled Red Riot up and ran him to the side.

His stone-like skin was cracked profusely, blood oozing out indiscriminately, and Angel Blade realized that that last attack had pushed him to his limit.

"I-I can still f-fight," he groaned, attempting to stand up before immediately losing balance and falling again.

"No," Angel Blade warned. "You're too injured and you've reached your limit."

"I can keep going!"

"You'll get killed, Eijiro," she said, using his first name in warning as she tore off her cape, handing it to him to use to wipe the blood dripping down his face. "You can't even stand and your Unbreakable form is shattered. That last attack was his strongest one yet. If it had been anyone but you that he'd hit, it would've killed them."

"I won't let my friends fight without me!"

"And I won't let one of my friends run into battle when they're on the brink of death!"

Red Riot stared at the destruction before him. He knew she was right, but he had a horribly bad feeling about what was to come; he needed to be there to protect his friends, at any cost. He had reached and surpassed his limit, but it wasn't in him to give up.

"Angel Blade!" A voice shouted from beyond the crater. "Deku, Ground Zero, Shoto, Red Riot!" A white armored figure flashed into view, standing at the edge of the crater, illuminated by the blazes surrounding him. It was Ingenium. "We've cleared the area!"

Noticing his two classmates off to the side, Ingenium ran to Angel Blade and Red Riot's side.

"Ingenium," Angel Blade said, "Take Red Riot to safety."

"What?! No!" Red Riot insisted.

"He's too injured and if we go full power, he'll be in even more danger," the girl continued. Understanding, Ingenium nodded, speedily scooping up the stubborn red head and rushing off with him in his arms.

"Dammit, Iida!" Red Riot shouted. "Take me back!"

"You know I can't do that, Kirishima," Ingenium said, still running effortlessly through the rubble and away from the fight. "Angel Blade is right. They won't be able to fight at full power if you're there."

"I need to help them!"

"Trust in their abilities, Red Riot. They are well-trained heroes. They will stop Shigaraki."

With Red Riot removed from the scene, Angel Blade turned back to the fight, noticing that the rest of her group had backed off momentarily, standing in ready. Deku took a deep breath, wiping the sweat from his brow. He was scraped up and bruised, but far from beaten. It wasn't over yet, not by a long shot.

"You heard the man," Ground Zero shouted. "It's time to go all out!" The blonde smirked mischievously, removing the safety from his explosive gauntlets that adorned his wrists, each one storing enough fire power to destroy a building.

Deku nodded, unleashing the mental dam that held back the majority of his quirk's power. He felt the power and adrenaline course through his body, making him faster and stronger than ever before. He had never used Full Cowling at 100% since even using it above 20% caused a massive shift in wind pressure when he moved, but desperate times call for desperate measures. It was all or nothing.

Shoto had to be careful about using his power, because if he lost control of it, he could seriously injure the people around him, but they knew the risks of all of them going full power near each other, and they didn't have much of a choice. He raised the temperature of his flames, going so hot that they began to turn blue around him. The heat was blistering, so hot that it could be felt beyond the battle field, and when it was turned against their foe, it was a wonder the creature didn't melt on the spot.

Angel Blade stared ahead in apprehension. She didn't like using her quirk's full power; even after years of Deku reminding her that it was nothing to fear and to accept it as a part of herself, there was still that part of her mind that was drilled into believing it to be an atrocious thing. They may have seemed alone in the wreckage, but she knew that through news broadcasts, the whole world was watching them and their fight. She didn't know what they were saying or feeling about the young greenhorns, but all eyes were on them. Regardless, they needed all of their power if they were to win, and she couldn't let her friends risk their lives while she stood on the side. She flipped her blades in her hands, bringing the ends of the hilts together in front of her as she closed her eyes. The flames moved down from her arms, engulfing her entire body in the blaze as she upped the temperature. What was left of her cape burned away, revealing the form of fiery wings, and her blades, engulfed in the flames, melded together, shifting into one, large weapon: a scythe. She opened her eyes again, and they were no longer the familiar cerulean orbs that people knew belonging to the young woman; they were a bright red.

Deku leaped into action first, moving so fast the eye couldn't see him. A harsh wave of air collided with this teammates as he landed a powerful punch to the monster's abdomen, enough force to knock them over if they hadn't been prepared. They all knew the destructive power of Deku's quirk when used at its full power, and they had trained alongside it for long enough to know how to work around it.

Angel Blade used the rush of air to pick her up off the ground, her blazing wings lifting her into the sky, high above Shigaraki. Twirling her weapon around in her hands like a flaming baton of death, she descended, aiming for Shigaraki's head.

Managing to knock Deku to the side, the creature brought up his bulging arms, blocking Angel Blade's strike. Her flames flared even higher, searing the skin on his arms that made contact with the scythe, blistering and melting under the heat. Ground Zero took the opportunity to propel himself into the air with small explosions, joining the battle.

"You're in the way, sword girl!" he shouted. Angel Blade took the hint and immediately away as an incredible blast shook the battleground. A shock wave blew through the area so strong that it felt like a nuke had just been dropped in front of them. Angel Blade was forced to land immediately, crouching to the ground and shielding herself from flying debris with his wings, attempting to not get blown away. "Don't give him a chance to breathe!" Ground Zero ordered as the wind subsided a bit. "Keep hitting the bastard!"

Shoto reached down, touching the ground with his right hand, flicking his wrist upwards and releasing a massive glacier of ice, encasing the villain in a prison of freezing temperatures. Shoto knew that wasn't enough to stop him, but it gave him enough time to maneuver himself into position for his next attack and to cool his body temperature just enough to keep from overheating. As the ice shattered into hundreds of pieces, forced apart by Shigaraki's sheer strength, the heterochromatic hero raised his left hand, focusing all his fire into one sole attack. A wave of fire rushed forward, the usual orange flames focusing into a bright white blue color, washing over the creature before. It was a technique called Prominence Burn, one that he'd learned from his father. He'd never been forced to use it before, but it was far more powerful than anything Shoto had in his arsenal, and if it didn't weaken Shigaraki, then there was little hope that anything would.

Shoto wavered, his ice melting faster than he could produce it to keep himself cool, and he felt his left hand begin to blister under the heat, but he kept going, pushing himself to the far reaches of his limits, doing everything in his power to stay standing.

Deku, Ground Zero, and Angel Blade had backed off, knowing that they couldn't withstand the heat coming from their comrade. Even for a fire type quirk user like Angel Blade, the scorching blaze was almost too much for her, sweat pouring down her face as she grimaced through it. Deku and Ground Zero did the same, keeping low to the ground and waiting for it to pass.

But after a few seconds more, the dual quirk user was forced to relinquish, his strength fading quickly, and he stumbled, panting heavily as he cradled his now horribly burned left arm in pain. He likely wouldn't be able to use much of his flames now that he'd used that attack, especially considering it was taking every ounce of strength he had to stay conscious. He looked up, hoping to see nothing but a burnt remnant of the villain, but to his dismay, he saw nothing of the sort.

The giant man stood, fibers of his body slowly replacing themselves, the burnt, charred, and melted parts of his body beginning to replenish. The creature seemed to laugh at their futile attempts.

"How is he still standing?" Angel Blade gasped in disbelief.

"We still have a chance," Deku assured them. "His regeneration is a lot slower, look! We can still do this!"

The heroes realized he was right. Although Shigaraki was still regenerating, it was exponentially slower than it had been before. That meant if they could inflict enough damage fast enough, he wouldn't be able to heal himself anymore.

Deku leaped into action, his body twirling through the air as he landed a full powered kick to the monster's jaw. Shigaraki recoiled, being knocked sideways by the force. Angel Blade kicked off the ground, gliding through the air with determination, slicing down on the beast with her blazing scythe. She continued to pound him, one after another blow, as Deku did the same, leaping about, kicking and punching wherever there was an opening. His movements kicked up massive shifts in air pressure around him, but Angel Blade maneuvered with them easily, using them to her advantage for speed or power. She had trained with her friend a lot over the years, and even though she had only used her quirk's true form in front of him once before, she knew his tactics and movements very well.

Ground Zero stood back for the moment, watching the fight with a keen eye and waiting for the opportunity to use his second gauntlet. He could only store up enough for two blasts, and he couldn't afford to waste his second one.

"You aren't gonna pass out on me, are you Icy Hot?" the blonde asked his weakened friend.

Shoto shook his head, grimacing. "That attack weakened my strength considerably," he said slowly. "I won't be able to use my fire much but I can still fight."

"Good. Just don't get yourself killed."

With that remark, Ground Zero rejoined the fight, using small explosions to distract Shigaraki and throw him off balance. Shoto pushed through the pain and managed to throw his ice in wherever he could, stalling attacks and blocking blows, but they were far from as powerful or as fast as his glaciers had been before.

Shigaraki was still fighting back, seemingly growing agitated at the increased power and number of blows he was taking, but he still wasn't backing down. Angel Blade realized that the only thing that seemed to stall and weaken him enough to continually inflict damage was fire, whether it be hers, Shoto's, or Ground Zero's. She came up with a plan, a risky one.

"Ground Zero!" she called as the black-clad hero landed a few yards away from the fight after having emitted another explosion. "Follow my lead. When I say, use your gauntlet!"

He didn't question or argue; he knew that they were desperate, and whatever she was planning was better than no plan at all.

"Deku!" she called down to the green-haired boy below her. "Keep his arms occupied!"

Deku nodded, leaping up and landing another kick down on the monster's shoulder, momentarily dislocating it before it healed itself again. Their original number of 5 had been shot down to 4, and that 4th member of the team was injured and weakened. They had to do something, fast, before there was no one left to fight at all.

As Deku kept Shigaraki's attention, Angel Blade soared through the air, landing on the villain's shoulders, her scythe pulled against his neck in a choke hold. She took a deep breath and released all of her power, letting her flames scorch hotter than ever before. Deku leaped too and fro, keeping the monster's hands and arms away from snatching his friend from her hold on him, and she continued to push her flame power. She couldn't reach temperatures like Shoto's, but she hoped that with the direct contact and his weakened state, it would be enough to push him over the edge.

Angel Blade suddenly felt a searing pain as Shigaraki grew spikes out of his back, one of them impaling her leg. She felt the sticky warm blood run down her leg, but she refused to let go. The villain began to squirm harder, doing his damnedest to get her off of him, but she wouldn't budge.

Just as she felt her fire power begin to wan, she looked up at Ground Zero who stood at the ready. "Do it!" She screamed. "Now!"

She was in the way, and both of them knew it, but he understood what she was doing. She had to hold on until the very last second in order to keep him from regenerating before the blow. Ground Zero clenched his jaw, taking off towards the monster at full speed. He closed in, 20 meters, 10 meters, five, three. Just as he reached the sweet spot to release the explosion, Angel Blade released her hold, dropping just in time to avoid the brunt of it.

But it didn't work the way she'd planned. Just as Ground Zero pulled the pin on his gauntlet, a spike protruded from the creature's shoulder, slamming into the hero, throwing off his aim and sending him flying backwards. The misaimed blast caught Angel Blade in the back, the force throwing her through the air and scorching her skin. She collided with the ground harshly several meters away.

She gasped in pain, looking up through the haze to see the aftermath of her failed plan. Ground Zero lie in an unconscious heap, having been knocked into the side of the crater, his gauntlets destroyed and hero costume torn and dirtied. Shoto was still kneeling on the ground a small distance away, his injured arm held close to his body as he watched in horror as his friends were all simultaneously knocked down. Deku had also been hit by the blast, although not as bad, and he managed to stand up, costume slightly scorched.

Angel Blade grabbed ahold of her scythe, forcing herself into a standing position, favoring her bleeding leg. She stared through the hazy smoke, and felt as though she might collapse in anguish. The blast and her flames had done damage; the villain before her was scorched almost beyond recognition, small chunks of his body completely burned away, but to the heroes' dismay, he was still standing.

What else was there to do? They were injured and running on empty, and it took everything they had just to have done what they had.

Shigaraki's wild eyes landed on the annoying girl that had pinned him with the scythe, and he suddenly gained tunnel vision, charging at her in a furry. His fist flew at her faster than she could react, and she tried to raise her scythe to parry, but she knew that it was a failed effort. A blow like that, in her state, would kill her.

"Ava!" A voice tore through the night as a rush of wind blasted the girl off balance. In a blur, the green haired hero rushed to her aid, determined to protect his friend. He raised his arms, legs digging into the ground to block the force of the villain's blow, but in his desperation to get to her, he didn't see the other arm coming, this one forming into a malformed blade.

Angel Blade became aware of something wet splashing her face, and dizzy from the force that had knocked her over, she looked up, making out the silhouette of her best friend, standing over her in defense, a large blade impaled in his abdomen, running the hero through.

"I-Izuku?" She breathed, barely above a whisper. She couldn't believe her eyes, seeing the dark liquid staining his costume and the shiny surface of the blade, glistening red with his blood. He had saved her, but at the cost of himself.

"I-I'm not... I'm not... done!" The young hero said, looking up through the haze of pain. He knew his injury was bad, and he knew he should've been scared, fearing for his life, but in that moment, he felt nothing but determination. He had to win. If he didn't, his friends would die and the city would be destroyed. Hero society would collapse, and everything he'd worked so hard for would be gone. Shigaraki couldn't win. He wouldn't let him.

A fist flew, nailing the villain in the face and forcing him to step back, removing the blade from Deku's body. Deku took his stance. "This isn't over until I'm dead!" He shouted.

Angel Blade watched in awe and terror as her friend unleashed a frenzy of power, throwing punches and kicks in a flurry of attacks, moving so fast that they were a blur. She gripped the ground, trying to keep from being blown away by the massive wind pressure. It was a sight to behold, the young hero fighting tooth and nail, each blow stronger than the last, and she realized something.

Deku was using more than 100% of his power.

In his desperation and determination, he had surpassed his quirk's limit, pounding the villain again and again, targeting every weak spot he could find. He was using every once of strength he had to win.

Deku could feel his consciousness beginning to fade, his vision going in and out of haziness, but his power wasn't stopping. He had to finish it, now. Deku raised his fist, forcing all of his remaining power into his arm, and he swung it upwards, letting out the loudest battle cry he'd ever screamed in his life.

"PLUS ULTRAAAA!"

His fist collided with Shigaraki's chin, knocking the villain upwards and backwards. He stumbled, eyes fogging over, before he collapsed to the ground, out cold.

Deku panted, a gloved hand reaching up in a fist, striking a winning pose. They couldn't hear them, but Angel Blade knew that the world was cheering for her friend, the hero Deku, who'd saved them all.

Within seconds of his victory, Deku suddenly felt dizziness overtake him, and without warning, he collapsed, blood pooling on the ground around him.

A shrill voice cut through the night, echoing through the abandoned streets of Tokyo, a voice of fear and desperation.

"Izuku!"

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oc’s asks who??? ✨ Tell us about Ragnar & Aleksei (easy mode for now 👀)

SHDHYSHSYSYSYAT MY BOYS!!

Answer under the cut because otherwise it’d get too big ♥

• ALEKSEI

Full Name:Aleksei Konstantin Mihlsartt das Voynartion. Aleksei and Konstantin are bothtraditional names from Loriath; Konstantin in particular pays homage to afamous ancestor, Konstantin the Wolf. Mihlsartt and das Voynartion are hisfamily names, the former being his mother’s and the later his father’s.

Gender and Sexuality:Male, Heterosexual.

Pronouns:He/Him.

Ethnicity/Species:Caucasian, with some Elven Blood on his mother’s side and a distant trace of divineblood on his father’s.

Birthplaceand Birthdate: 12th March in the City of Harnov, the Kingdom ofLoriath’s ancient capital.

GuiltyPleasures: Aleksei enjoys reading poetry. A lot. He could quotemany an author on the spot.

Phobias:Not really terrified or afraid of anything. Aleksei was trained to be an elitewarrior from his childhood, and things that would frighten most people arenothing special to him. He may have a bit of a problem with traps since they werethe bane of his trainings.

What TheyWould Be Famous For: The guy who fell in love with a girlfrom a rival family and who was willing to put an age old feud to rest just soshe could be happy. If putting a (hopefully not temporary) end to the intenseanimosity between the das Voynartion and the Aelroth isn’t enough, then his ownnatural talent as one of the most promising warriors of Loriath’s newgeneration and the Crown Prince’s best friend.

What TheyWould Get Arrested For: Fighting in a bar due to an argumentGavriel started and then conveniently stepped aside, because his best friendcan’t fight hand to hand to hand to save his life, and under Lord Nikolai’sorders for placing a spell on his daughter (Which is just him being a desperatefather).

OC You ShipThem With: ALETHEA AELROTH. They’re probably my favourite ship!He fell in love with her when they were young, but due to the bad blood betweentheir families, he couldn’t just talk to her, couldn’t be her friend.Fascinated as he was, Aleksei deliberately annoyed and teased her just to havean excuse to talk to Thea, to have her attention on him. Seduction was toocheap a way to conquer Alethea, she deserved better, and even if he stopped theteasing when he realised the hopelessness of his situation, Aleksei neverstopped loving her. He’s stumped that she eventually fell in love with him too,and still doesn’t quite believe it. Alek is surprised that his family reactedand adapted much better than he ever expected to the “The Heir is in love withan Aelroth” ordeal.

OC MostLikely To Murder Them: Nikolai and Cygnus Aelroth, thefather and brother of Alethea. He’d already be in danger if he were anyoneelse, but as the heir to the das Voynartion, his predicament is even worse.Truth be told, Aleksei is more scared of Callidora’s wrath than anyone else’s.

FavoriteMovie/Book Genre: He doesn’t really have a favouritegenre, being able to enjoy the worst horror and the fluffiest romances. If I’dto say anything, I’d say the epic adventures across fantastical lands and worlds.

LeastFavorite Movie/Book Cliche: Doesn’t like the portrayal of therich and popular, mostly because Aleksei is one of them and knows that peopleare much more complex than what the books and movies show. Well, sure, thereare some people who are rotten, but it hits a bit close to home and his ownfriends. He also detests the hero who gets strong and talented quickly. No,even with natural talent it takes years of practice to get to that level ofskill. He would know.

Talentsand/or Powers: Alek is a warrior trained from childhood, whichwas absolutely expected of the heir of the das Voynartion, but he was lucky (orunlucky) to have a mother whose family also subscribed to the “Training fromHell” philosophy. As such, he’s deadly with almost any weapon in hand, andaided by his Super-velocity is credible threat. His black hair also marks arare power in his bloodline: Fear. Alek can induce fear in people or take itaway, as well as construct images straight from nightmares.

Why SomeoneMight Love Them: He’s one of the goods ones, not a VirtuousCinnamon Roll by any means, but a young man whose heart is in the right place.Aleksei is charismatic, easy going and loyal, someone who will be there for his friends ifthey need him and call them out if they do something wrong— though he’d neverrat them out. He’s courteous and polite when in conversation and would rathernot get into pointless fights. Alek has a good sense of humour and laughseasily and truly.

Why SomeoneMight Hate Them: Aleksei is cocky and, more often than not,manipulative, knowing the effect his good looks and title have on people andusing it to his advantage. He is ruthless and underhanded when feelingthreatened, which can lead to rather unfortunate mistakes andmisunderstandings. While not one of the meanest ones, Alek doesn’t intervenes either,unless he thinks it’s too much for himself. And since connections wouldguarantee him and his friends free passes out of almost any situation, peopledo have reason to dislike and even hate him.

How TheyChange: Much of it is due to Aleteha’s influence, his desireto do right by her. Aleksei stops trying to be manipulative when he doesn’treally need to be, and to stand up even against what he deep down knows iswrong, or at least not the way it should be.

Why You LoveThem: Aleksei charmed me from the very beginning because Ican imagine him, with all his flaws and qualities, his loyalty to his bestfriend and because his willingness to bury centuries of bad blood for a girlhe’s loved since forever.

• RAGNAR

Full Name:Ragnar Gawain Verselien Nightmare Artwaltz. Ragnar is a common name within hismother’s family, as well as a reminder of their home on Earth. Verselien andArtwaltz are his mother Lyzz’s family names, and Nightmare his father’s.

Gender andSexuality: Male, Bisexual.

Pronouns:He/Him.

Ethnicity/Species:Nordic.

Birthplaceand Birthdate: 30th August, the City of Castra Aersa, theKingdom of Ekalyon.

GuiltyPleasures: Playing with his sister’s cats when she’s notaround.

Phobias:Ever since she stabbed his hand many years ago, Ragnar is terrified of his elder sister Yevgeniya. He took her threat to killhim if he tried to mess with her again quite seriously.

What TheyWould Be Famous For: Pulling a big prank on some fancy,important party (Perhaps a Royal Ball, should Toire allow it), thus causing alot of chaos in the process.

What TheyWould Get Arrested For: Blowing something up he shouldn’thave or accidentally harming people with his actions.

OC You ShipThem With: Blair Larrystein. Ragnar doesn’t care for what peoplebelieve she’s missing, to him Blair is perfect the way she is. He is jealous ofher, and this being Blair, she loves to provoke him. They’ve such a fun butlovely dynamic!

OC MostLikely To Murder Them: Yevgeniya Artwaltz, his oldersister, for messing with her and her stuff. Yeva has no patience whatsoever forRagnar’s pranks and schemes and doesn’t appreciate when they’re aimed at her.She’s violent, Ragnar knows it and decided he doesn’t want to try his luck.

FavoriteMovie/Book Genre: Horror! Delights himself inpredicting what and when and how things will go wrong, finding the despairingsituations the characters are in quite funny and wild.

LeastFavorite Movie/Book Cliche: The Pure Incorruptible Hero, or anyhero who is firmly on the white side of morality, or the lawful. BORING.

Talentsand/or Powers: Like most members of the House of Artwaltz,Ragnar has the Umbrakinesis power, being able to control shadows as he wishes.He also has a familiar like his father, a gargoyle named Czernobog, whoseagility, endurance and wildfire breath makes it a good ally to have in thefield.

Why SomeoneMight Love Them: Ragnar is intelligent and creative, being ableto come up with new ideas and ways out of a situation easily. He’s witty and funny,able to lighten any mood if he so wishes. Mysterious and adventurous, but overallnice to any person.

Why SomeoneMight Hate Them: … However, most of the time Ragnar wants tospread chaos and mayhem and have a good laugh. He lives for it, and nicenessmay just be a means to an end. He’s not particularly careful, or thinks aboutthe repercussions of his actions, how they’ll hurt whomever he targets. He’smore interested in discovering if he can achieve whatever he set out to do andget away with it. Ragnar isn’t really sorry for using people to a certain goal,since he thinks he’s doing nothing bad, nor does he rarely intend to screw themover later.

How TheyChange: There’s more to life than pranks, and if he trulywishes to be someone who can stand by Blair’s side and aid Victoire, there arethings which needs to change. Ragnar learns what is the meaning responsibilityand of consequences, and how his “innocent” pranks can cause people harm.

Why You LoveThem: My Dark Marauder! Honestly, Ragnar is such a funcharacter, one of the few of mine whose Chaotic alignment shines through AND ILOVE IT. He’s loyal like a dog, perhaps a bit insane and at the same timeclever, and I love him.

#seriously I love my boys #answered #scraphim #c:Ragnar Artwaltz #c:Aleksei das voynartion

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amoralto · 7 years ago

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George, the emotional tangles of John-and-George and Paul-and-George, and the disseminating public eye. (marginalia)

(Note: I thought I’d post this as it’s least somewhat relevant to a reply I’m currently drafting, as mentioned in this post. The following comprises some thoughts and notes dating from at least four years ago, several of which I’m fairly certain were from a headlong and distressingly unstructured missive I wrote in response to a few people on Livejournal who were critical of George for various reasons. In other words, please take this as a point in time!)

Not caring particularly about (if not openly flouting) the diplomacy of his statements in the press and general PR tact shouldn’t and doesn’t reduce George to nothing more than a bitter and self-serving curmudgeon, but it’s unfortunate if that’s the impression he gives to a portion of the general public. One of the things they may find immature about George would be this precise lack of tact, but I’m not sure if that’s really the way to describe it, as if there’s a predicate of weak-minded ignorance. I’d go with entitlement, probably, because the facility of his words arguably say more about George’s relationship with whomever he’s talking about as George’s sense of himself and his attitude towards the press in general than the plain-and-spoken words themselves.

As it is, I think George’s reflexive allergic reaction to the press in general would have augmented the negatives of whatever particularly press-attracting circumstances he would have been in at the time, which would in turn have augmented his bad mood and greatly increased the probability of blunt and potentially disparaging or hurtful comments. On top of that, the press’s nagging propensity for bringing up and rehashing and constantly reminding George of past negative issues and old pet peeves would have hardly encouraged George to be calm and conciliatory. Imagine having someone constantly badgering you about something you’ve already repeatedly expressed your lack of interest in discussing for the nth time; you either become utterly complacent and give rote and curt and tart answers without pausing to think about how they may be perceived (or how they may even hurt the person you’re talking about, in the off-chance that it even gets round to them), or you become so thoroughly harried and irritated about having to deal with this on top of everything else going on in your life that you give the press exactly the kind of unbalanced, hotly negative, headline-worthy statement they want. This goes for people living in the public eye in general, of course, but I think George was probably more liable to it than the other Beatles. He didn’t use and manipulate the press to his advantage as John did with enjoyment and aplomb, and he certainly didn’t accept the press with the mannerly matter-of-factness that Paul did. His way of coping with the public scrutiny for a lot of the time seems to have been either to avoid it straight-out and maintain a reclusive lifestyle or go through the inevitable motions with alternating levels of reluctance and irritability and defensiveness amongst his otherwise reserved and genial disposition. The tendency to take it out on old-hat issues when he was personally going through a bad time was apparent as well, e.g. taking his frustrations with his decades-long legal turmoil with Allen Klein out on Paul because Paul was the easiest and safest and most Teflon-like target, and coming across as more keenly resentful about Paul than he really was at that particular time.

George did struggle with the failure to entirely reconcile his private life with his public persona, and the painful reality of being a flawed individual living in a material world as prone to hypocrisies and contradictions as anyone else, no matter how spiritual he was. One could argue that he never had the compunction or nerve to admit to this under no uncertain terms in public, but I don’t doubt he was at least aware of the inherent disconnect between his spiritual ethos and his own doggedly human trappings and inclinations, and tried, sincerely, to better himself.

It’s easy to say he could have conducted himself better, grown up, “gotten over himself”, etc. over a lot of things, and to some degree they would all be reasonable comments to make about his character or behavior over the years, but I wouldn’t say he had “no right” to feel slighted by Paul, or that he had “no excuse” to feel unrepresented or unappreciated in any capacity, especially not for so long (“unlike” John, who had a dysfunctional childhood upbringing that fostered his lesser attributes), as if justification can be quantified and qualified that simply. His issues with Paul were ultimately not easily visible; they were implicit and accumulative over half a lifetime of being in Paul’s company, and more deeply-rooted than any singular acrimonious Beatles event could adequately account for. Such events, however, invariably became the terms George used, because they were what the press and the general public used - they were documented and obvious and easy.

(Now, why these issues never really went away despite all the changes both of them had been through over the years is something I’d attribute most significantly to the inveterate brotherly dynamic of their relationship - your brother will always be your brother to you, in that way.)

My guess is that Paul profoundly impacted George’s self-esteem and self-judgment early on because of Paul’s particular way of expressing himself and George’s particular way of perceiving it, and in the middle a recognisable disconnect between action and intention. It’s difficult to explain how ostensibly trivial or glib remarks and actions can wear you down after several cumulative years of receiving them with no explicit address of it or acceptable effort to change, but it can, although I would hazard to say that the fault for this lies on both sides. On the other side of this, I’d argue that Paul wouldn’t have affected George to such an extent if Paul hadn’t been important to him in his life, or if the matter Paul’s input and support was never a concern to him, which it evidently was.

Re: George being used and played as a pawn by John in his game of control and leverage with Paul, I’d say George arguably suffered a lack of perspective, from his very particular vantage point. Perhaps he did allow himself to be blindsided to an extent.

It is difficult for me to perceive this in a straightforward way, because there are so many contingencies at hand given the very unique circumstances that the Beatles were in, being as they were in a state of arrested development where they went through an unimaginable amount of experiential growth compressed in a very short span of time in a very isolated and self-involved world where they were both king and prisoner of their domain - which are circumstances that alienated their perspective and also tended to operate on a very arbitrary scale of proportion. Add in further layers of obfuscation via business and press, and you have what amounts to precocious but naive teenagers play-fighting with each other using the ludicrously potent tools available to them with consequences that are unpredictable and very easily beyond their control. Re: John and George putting Paul down in the press and using the press to write Paul off, probably knowing this would be an awful blow to Paul especially given that he was more acutely concerned with public image and more receptive to outside criticism than the others in the band - it was indeed a cruel and impulsive on their part and did tremendous damage to the public’s perception of Paul that prevails even now, but the thing is, it’s problematic to generalise that as well, because it carries the implication that both John and George consciously spent their entire lives dedicated to destroying Paul's reputation, which they didn’t. It’s more likely that they, to put it tritely, overplayed their hand, did some reckless and entitled things driven by anger and hurt (feelings that weren’t unreasonable for them to feel, either, even if they were misappropriated), in reaction to their distorted perceptions of the circumstances at the time, and once the rages and divorce pangs passed, found themselves remorseful but inexplicably unable to repudiate their actions, because the repercussions of what they’d done were out of their hands as soon as they enacted them. (Much as the Beatles phenomenon was entirely beyond their comprehension; they engineered themselves to some degree to make it as a successful outfit, sure, but they couldn’t have prepared for the response.) One certainly can’t say that John and George were in a position, for obvious reasons, to supervise or control the backlash against Paul after John’s death either, which was essentially effected by the press and the public and inevitable in the wake of a hideous tragedy of an iconic figure - the public glorifies the martyred, holds the survivor(s) accountable, and grasps for comparatives.

And lest Paul be excluded as a pillar of maturity, he’s just as responsible for his own image as anyone else, and passive-aggression is still aggression - whatever his intentions were with the McCartney press kit, for instance, he could arguably have worded things with less coldness and contention. That said, it doesn’t mean that he spent the majority of his life being the inverse of a fist, either, as if his personality reached an apex in the summer of 1968 and never moved beyond it. But he had his moments, as they all did.

(Another softer example: Paul’s very legitimate defenses and attempts to reinstate himself and his part in the band, which often have the exact opposite effect he was intending to cause because he comes off as desperately overreaching and self-absorbed. I feel for Paul terribly, but he does do that to himself at times.)

I can see why it might strike people as willful or naive of any of them to continue as they did with the occasional public snipes and jibes and emotional soapboxes and expect them to disappear into the ether, especially when they themselves were aware of the gravity their most offhand and insignificant remarks could have to the public-at-large, but at the end of the day, none of them are obligated to politically correct themselves, in public or no, about people they’ve known for a very influential portion of their lives and feel more than reasonable they have an authority on. I mean, they could certainly have exercised more restraint and consideration in the press, because obviously they could have deliberated not to air their moods in public and be more positive than negative, and the division between the public and private sector is effectively osmotic anyway. But one can’t really demand that they lose their own sense of reality, keep track of what they’re saying at all times, and become cripplingly self-conscious either. It’s just unfortunate.

Anyway, what I like to think underlies everything: “Well, every stupid thing we do or say is a headline to the public anyway, who cares what the public thinks, we know how it really is with each other, and we know we’re bound together for life, even though we still think we’re insufferable pricks at times, and still get on each others’ nerves, and still say some petty and unfavourable things about each other in public which set us off-balance a bit because we’re insecure Northern Men and we can’t talk about our feelings with each other, and business shit brings out the worst in us, but we love each other, and we know what really counts.”

#context #george harrison #john and george #paul and george #the beatles

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mysticscanlations · 7 years ago

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I have already read all the backstory about YW and still I don't like the guy at all (I really wish that HB goes to America and finds a person that really appreciate and loves him, not some a***ole like YW), once again sorry to all the YW lovers, but try to be realistic about him for a minute, the only good thing about him is his undeniable love for his mother, being handsome shouldn't be enough to forget all the damage hi has caused so far to wonderful people (JM and HB).

Why I still don’t like him? well, first: a shitty childhood can’t be enough to forgive all the actions of YW until this point, so If he steals his friend’s jar all shall be forgiven ‘cos he is a child and he’s just jealous?, sorry but nothing excuse a person to steal another person possession and what is more amazing is how he is totally incapable of some sort of empathy with other people feelings, he has always thought about himself and his mother without thinking about how all his actions have hurt a lot of people in the process (Semi, JB, JM) and he actually doesn´t even care, so why exactly should YW be liked? all because of his face? that’s all you look for in your SO? I don’t think so.

Second: in ch 84 is evident that all for him is a game and he just want something fun to past the time, because he’s always bored and needs some new entertaiment (HB in this case T_T), he admits it “at the start, it was a joke” so he didn’t kiss HB out of love (be realistic, he wanted to make HB nervous and he succeded, he wasn’t think “oh, how cute looks HB or I kind of like him”, nope, everything was a big fat joke to him, har har ¬_¬).

Third: I don´t really care if after that kiss he began to fall in love or whatever, the facts are that he toyed from the begining with HB insecurities and feelings, is that a good start for a relationship? then, let´s keep going, they start dating, so why not use a girl and her feelings for me to date another guy without suspicions, great plan, ‘cos that’s what YW wanted at the time, meanwhile HB’s father finds out about their relationship and I’m totally sure he threatens his own son and beat him up a few times (ch 21 flashback can be a perfect example of what HB had to endure to be with YW), and after all that drama YW realizes that the most important thing is his mother and his future, so nothing else matters, even after all the suffering HB has to go through for his selfish whim.

Fourth: so because of YW arrogance and confidence about HB’s feelings for him, after thinking for a while, he just breaks up with him in the most painful possible way for HB, and when he finally realizes about the progress in JM and HB relationship, YW finally understand that HB is not a puppy that will wait all his life to get his feelings returned, not HB, he’s a normal guy and one’s life should go on, you can’t possible expect that a person’s love will continue forever and ever without the right nourishment (and even less when he was throw away to be picked up later without even knowing the oh so great plan of YW), that’s not how it works and if YW really thought that HB will be his puppet and will dance to his rhythm he was awfully mistaken and now he has pay the price, what really satisfies me.

To summarize I can’t like a person that starts an homosexual relationship with an innocent and lonely guy just for fun (YW has mentioned a couple of times that HB is funny and fun to be with), makes him go through rough times with his violent father, then breaks up with him but when someone else show interest in him, he just made up with him as if nothing had happened and expects that all goes just the way he wants until the end without really understanding the pain and sorrow of HB, and actually has the nerve to tell his mother that “I foolishly looked past how much she(he) was hurting”, sorry but he is just a pretty a***ole to me.)

OH MY LORD ANON YOU WROTE A BOOK I RESPECT YOU. okay hold on i’m gonna try and respond to everything i can cause this is really interesting! i’ll answer them in the order of the reasons you listed to make things less messy ^^;; i’m also putting this under a cut cause it’s gonna be SO LONG

1) for me, i think author-nim showed yoo won’s back story to really drive home one thing aside from furthering the plotline/giving insight into his background: it was to show that yoo won was a character with flaws as well. of course, stealing the jar wasn’t a bright idea, and it shouldn’t be something to be waved off because “he was just a kid”. but it showed that yoo won, this person we’ve been seeing as this perfect and beautiful guy everyone admires in the present timeline, also has had his low points. he’s made mistakes and that makes him more human. in terms of his lack of empathy, i put that all on the circumstances he was put through. i mean, this kid was in fifth grade when his so-called first friend beat him up in front of his class, got completely ignored by everyone, and even openly teased by others in front of the teacher without repercussions. his personality drastically changed after that, and i think that made him sort of numb to others around him ever since he started closing himself off from anyone getting too close. and we can’t forget the reason why he’s started to only focus on his mother is because dong rae, the person who completely changed his life, gave him that one piece of advice before leaving: to live for only one thing and bury the rest in your heart. yoo won undoubtedly chose his mother, and has been following dong rae’s mantra all the way into his college years. he isn’t intentionally ignoring how his actions might be affecting others, i just think he’s grown used to not attuning himself to others since he lost his trust in their sincerity because of past issues

2) i can see how this kiss could be controversial since it’s evident that yoo won wasn’t taking this whole “wanna go out” thing seriously, but i still think there was some genuine interest on his part when he went in to kiss hee bum. HONESTLY, i don’t think he’d planned on going as far as kissing him until hee bum asked “but why do you want to date me?”. his internal monologue proved that when he stated that had hee bum not asked that question, he would’ve just been another hoobae yoo won liked to tease. so yeah, although him starting it off as a joke wasn’t really a romantic (or nice) start, i don’t think yoo won did everything for the sole purpose of messing with hee bum, since he has shown a lot of interest in getting closer to hee bum prior to this.

3) even if eldo’s claims that she was used as a shield were true, in the end i still think she still had the choice of breaking away from that role if she chose to. yes, yoo won might have had asked eldo to hang occasionally because it seemed more natural as a trio, but eldo also decided that she would pretend to get along with hee bum because she wanted to get yoo won’s attention. and in terms of hee bum’s dad (who i hate), i definitely don’t think yoo won was completely blind to the abuse. yoo won mentioned that even when the dad did find out, hee bum didn’t say anything about breaking up because he still wanted to be with yoo won. i can’t put the blame on yoo won for that, that’s all on his dad for being a terrible and abusive person. and don’t forget that yoo won did try to break it off with hee bum at the beginning. hee bum was the one who was completely in denial that they would break up, even chasing yoo won down to the academy to try and get back together. it wasn’t as if yoo won was forcing hee bum to stay in a relationship with him regardless of the abuse he was going through. hee bum was even more adamant on staying together.

4) this one confused me a bit because hee bum was the one who broke it off with yoo won, not the other way around. but you’re right that yoo won getting dumped was when he realized that hee bum wouldn’t be waiting around for him in the back, constantly giving him love. i think that realization is an important starting point for yoo won to address that he’s really closed himself off too much from others, even hee bum, while trying to prioritize his mother’s health and happiness. for me, i saw it as a precursor for yoo won to really develop in terms of how he treats others and putting the whole “throw away everything but one single thing” idea into a new perspective. i don’t particularly think yoo won is a bad person for this, though. just a pitiful person. he grew up believing he couldn’t really rely on anyone and followed the last advice given from a major significant figure in his childhood, and that led to the distant and whimsical way he was treating his relationship with hee bum.

5) but while it might have started off as a joke, like yoo won said, they did seem to develop to the point where both of them were equally committed to the relationship. i don’t think hee bum was forced into it, since he has the personality and nature to easily rebuff and back away from something he doesn’t like. i definitely don’t think yoo won made hee bum go through his father’s abuse. it’s not like yoo won told hee bum’s dad to hit hee bum for being in a relationship with him. even still, hee bum kept pushing to pursue the relationship even after yoo won broke up with him. for the last subpoint, i do think this only happens because of miscommunication on both ends. yoo won had the belief that hee bum would always be there for him and so he didn’t put much effort in maintaining that relationship because of it. but hee bum also never really voiced his concerns to yoo won. all those things about “feeling like he loved yoo won more than yoo won loved him” and being upset about it - these were all things he told jumi, not yoo won. i think yoo won was oblivious to just how much it was bothering hee bum because he never even mentioned it around him, which is why he kept thinking that hee bum was still in love with him and that everything was perfectly fine. that’s why i think they both need to talk to each other, fully and openly, so that these issues stop driving them apart.

THIS GOT SO LONG BUT ANON I REALLY LOVE DISCUSSING THINGS LIKE THIS SO THANK YOU. please feel free to send more asks if you want to continue to the conversation ^^ or anyone can feel free to add/comment to this post! i love reading analysis stuff on stories i love ahh

#ask #anon #analysis

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