#but y’all truly don’t know the struggle it took to get here

[cinewhore]

Sent in my name for graduation and will go to the bookstore after class to order my cap and gown and I’ve been crying all goddamn morning

[seventh-district]

so uh. that 2.2 Special Program, huh

[p1utofairy]

🕸 WHAT DOES YOUR PERSON WANT TO TELL YOU RIGHT NOW?

NOTE — for entertainment purposes only. take what resonates & leave what doesn't. y’all i can’t believe october is almost over already, like woah?! ugh this took me a couple days to finish but here’s a treat for you all <3 my lil boo bears. 🎃👻

PILE ONE.

heyyyy pile 1 i just wanna start by saying WHEWWW your person does not play about you! they have such high regard for you it’s honestly so cute. they see you as the full package. if not you, than who? is just how they feel. it’s honestly weighing on them so heavy that they’re not in connection with you right now in the 3D – they feel like something in their life is missing and they can’t quite put their finger on it but on a soul-level they know it’s you. their soul craves your warm touch, your genuine love and affection. nothing/no-one could ever come close to the way that you love them and vice versa.

you both are like two peas in a pod lol ‘birds of a feather’ by billie eilish just started playing in my head. your person has a very child-like/mercurial energy to them that they suppress, but it comes out whenever you’re in their presence. they can’t help but feel giddy inside, because your smile is just so sweet and cute. they want me to tell you that you heal a part of them that they never knew was wounded. you have a knack for picking up on people’s unspoken feelings/trauma/baggage that they carry heavy on their heart, and you make them feel seen and heard. that is one of the things that your person loves about you the most, pile 1. your compassion and empathy – you know what to say and how to say it. your person probably had to become independent at a really young age, and they’re telling me that it wasn’t easy but they look at life so much differently when it comes to you. you give them motivation and strength to confidently take on anything that life throws at them.

they’re used to putting on a mask and pretending like they have everything together when they really don’t, but this connection with you is really going to make them sit and reflect on their own inner child wounds and work through it. this connection with you will allow them to feel the joy and love that they never truly received in their childhood. they’ve spent a lot of their time moving from one meaningless connection to the next, searching for something that could fill the void but nothing has worked.

for some of you, your person could struggle with substance abuse or overindulging in things that aren’t good for them. it might not be so extreme but they could smoke a lot of weed or cigarettes. for others of you, your person might be on again/off again with a karmic ex but i see them leaving this all behind and getting their bad habits under control before they come into contact with you. it’s not even like they truly want to indulge in those things/situations, but something triggered them to the point of needing some type of escape. when they feel scared or hurt they feel like a child again, searching for some sort of a comfort and safe space. they’re not proud of it but they want me to tell you that they’re just really overwhelmed right now.

however, there’s quite literally nothing they wouldn’t do for you, pile 1. they always want to make you smile and laugh no matter what. right now they don’t feel like they’re in the right position to move towards you because there’s a few external influences that are halting y’alls connection right now, but trust me their spirit guides are working on it. this person might not have the greatest reputation but they’re actively trying to do better, especially for you. they’re tired of falling into the same situations and cycles with the same karmic people. your person wants me to tell you that they can’t wait to be with you and to finally hold you in their arms. they want you to know that you’ll always be safe with them and that they will always have your back no matter what. your wish is their command, pile 1. TOO CUTE. ahhhhh 11:11 on the clock wow.

other channeled messages:

leave you alone jeezy ft. ne-yo, needy by ariana grande, wifey material, you already know this person, there’s somebody in your inner circle you need to cut off, bianca and cameron from 10 things i hate about you, air sign venus, 11H placements.

PILE TWO.

pile 222 what’s up! my mind over matter pile, i dig it lol. you have no problem revoking your energy back from anyone or any situation that doesn’t serve you any good, and your person genuinely loves that about you so much. you know your worth, and even if it comes down to someone or something you truly value and care for, if it’s not in alignment with you, you’re out the door! i’m hearing ‘deuces’ by [redacted redacted] i’m moving on to somethin' better, better, better. no more tryna make it work. YEAH very much that.

your person does want me to tell you that you need to step out of your comfort zone and stop playing things so safe – let loose and have a little fun. i feel like you guard your heart and could possibly have some trust issues – it’s like your flight or fight kicks in when it comes to intimacy/romance. some of you that picked this pile might have capricorn placements? it’s like you’re a lover at heart but not everyone gets to see that side of you, especially people that pursue you romantically. you’re like AHT AHT hold it right there! now ‘motive’ by ariana grande ft. doja cat is coming to mind lol cause i see you tryin', subliminally tryin' to see if i’m gon' be the one that's in your arms. i admit it's exciting, parts of me kinda like it. but before i lead you on…baby, tell me, what's your motive? mhm that’s your vibe, pile 2. whereas your person is more action-based and just jumps right in and goes for it with no hesitation. whatever they feel/think, they act on.

there’s gonna be a bit of a push and pull energy between you two lol you might not know how to take your person at first. you might be like ummm….what is this? LMAOOO honestly this is amusing because both you and your person’s energies compliment each other so well but y’alls approach to love is completely different. you’re more of a “well why would i waste my time?” type of a person whereas they look at it like “if it works out it works out, if not…life goes on.” your person could have prominent aries and/or aquarius placements as well. 1:11 on the clock omg.

i think this person will check all the boxes that you want in a partner though. they may not seem that way in terms of their approach, but they will be a real devoted and dependable partner when it comes to you. currently there is a flighty energy about them, they seem to be a bit all over the place. for some of you, your person is dealing with a situationship/ex and trying to close out that cycle. also picking up a very specific message (for a very small group of y’all) that this person could already have a kid or have a kid on the way which was kind of unexpected and has created some sort of emotional turmoil for them. either way, whatever situation your person is currently facing, it’s ultimately pushing them to mature and take responsibility so that when they approach you they can really show you that they want the real deal and they’re not just playing games. they’re gonna come all the way correct lol they know you deserve the best and that’s exactly how they’re going to show up and out for you.

other channeled messages:

temperature by sean paul, i wanna be down by brandi, having deep conversations, stay ready by jhené aiko ft kendrick, no by meghan trainor, 10:10.

PILE THREE.

hiii pile 3! if you feel called to it, check out pile 2 as well there might be messages in there for you too. your person wants me to tell you that they feel a little bit restless right now lol like they’re from one thing to the next. they’ve been feeling really bored and stagnant and now they’re ready for something new. ooo ‘something new’ by zendaya ft [redacted redacted] is coming to mind don’t know your name, but i guess i really don't care. i probably should wait, but i wanna let you go there. right now your person is undergoing a big transformation, emotionally and spiritually. they’re shedding a lot of their past toxic behaviors and limited beliefs so that they can be more grounded and take responsibility for their own lives.

they’ve been through a lot this past year, but no more of the blame game, they’re taking ownership. i’m ngl you’re gonna have your person sprung lol they want me to tell you that they find you sexy af and you’re exactly the type of partner they want/dream of. you have a very commanding presence, whether you know that or not, and you’re gonna have them entranced like OMG wrapped around your finger.

for some of you, you might feel insecure about your body or wish you had less of this and more of that but guess what?! they’re gonna love you DOWN like they can’t believe someone as enticing as you actually exists. ‘down on me’ by jeremih ft 50 cent just started playing in my mind lol your person is so funny (and horny for you) BYE lmaooooo. they’re a very straightforward person, but they want you to know that they respect you so fucking much and they’d never dream of making you feel uncomfortable or objectified.

i’m also getting that you two could meet at a party/club of some kind and/or meet through mutual friends possibly. there’s gonna be sparks between you two right off the bat, but you might play hard to get in the beginning just for the fuck of it lol that’s just gonna make your person want you even more. ngl things might move fast between y’all hehe some of y’all might just hookup with your person off the rip cause they’re just soooo charming, pile 2. like even if you do hold out on them in the beginning, you’re gonna eventually fold cause the chemistry between y’all is HOT AF like i’m sweating. just randomly thought of mr and mrs smith, whew!

other channeled messages:

caught up by usher, wanna be by glorilla & megan thee stallion, cocky af by megan thee stallion, new car, don’t tell everything you know, shravana, touch my body by mariah carey, boyfriend by justin bieber, sex on the beach by partynextdoor, klaus & caroline from the vampire diaries, prominent mars, moon-mars synastry.

PILE FOUR.

pile 4, omg. i feel so warm and fuzzy like wow your person wants you to know that they don’t see anyone else but you. that don’t want to be with anyone else but you. they’re drawn to you like a moth to a flame. ‘closer’ by ne-yo immediately came to mind lol turn the lights off in this place and she shines just like a star. and i swear i know her face…i just don't know who you are. they find you so mesmerizing it’s honestly so adorable. your person is gonna go the extra mile to court you, pile 4. they feel like you deserve all the finer things in life and they will give that to you.

your person is proof that chivalry is not dead because WOW when i tell you that this person is so respectful, kind, generous and dependable…i truly mean it. they see you for what you are, a star. they want me to tell you that they’re going to be so devoted to you and they’re going to show you that there is so much more to life than just work work work work. you’re a busy bee, pile 4. you’re constantly working and pushing yourself to achieve your goals to the point that you sometimes forget to just relax and allow yourself to just be.

your person wants me to tell you that they’re coming into your life sooner than you think. 11:11 on the clock wow. they’re gonna bring so much joy and abundance into your life! you’re going to be so happy and at peace whenever you’re with them, it’s like they just make everything easier. your person loves how wise you are and how you never fold under pressure – that to them is sooo incredibly sexy.

they’re a go-getter as well, so you two together is truly gonna be a force to be reckoned with – it’s giving power couple. your person could have prominent 10H placements and you could have cancer/4h placements. i’m seeing so much yellow, wow. they really embody solar plexus energy and will help you to be more confident and unapologetic with the way you look and feel. you both elevate each other in so many ways it’s amazing, pile 4. i feel like they’re going to open you up to trying new things & you’re really going to feel liberated.

your person isn’t used to settling down and being in a committed relationship for long, but they want the whole 9 with you. they’re telling me that they will really work hard to make things right with you. they can admit that they’ve been selfish and have been putting themselves first in this connection, but they’re putting their best foot forward now to be the partner that you need them to be. they were being greedy and inconsiderate in the past, and they truly regret that but accountability is the first step for them and now they know how to move accordingly to come into this connection with a healthy mindset and genuine love.

they want me to tell you that you’re a diamond and they’re aware that you don’t go for just anything so they are not going to approach you with just anything lol they are getting their shit together so that they can give you everything plus more. you’ll see ;) your person is so amazing pile 4 i love this for you eeeekkk.

other channeled messages:

shawty is da sh*! by the dream & fabolous, diva by beyoncé, 420, dangerous woman by ariana grande, numb by rihanna ft. eminem, initials J N B or C, ex lingering, 4th house.

[peachdues]

hope y’all are ready. The period sex in Compass 2 is going to be long and filthy.

Curled behind you as he is, Sanemi can’t quite tell whether you’ve finally succumbed to sleep. Your breathing is slow, and while you haven’t spoken in a while, you could just as easily be basking in the relaxed comfort of his arms, lingering somewhere in between sleep and consciousness.

It’s how he wishes he could be; at ease, half-heartedly fighting a losing battle to keep his eyes open. But no; Sanemi is wide the fuck awake, his body stiffer than a board.

He doesn’t think you’re doing it intentionally — in fact, he’s almost certain you aren’t. Despite your relative relaxedness, you squirm every so often as you try to get comfortable, struggling to find a position that will allow you the most relief from the throbbing ache in your lower stomach.

But if you don’t stop grinding your ass against him, Sanemi might just snap.

He’d already had to quietly fight off the pain in his groin after getting hot and heavy with you in the kitchen, before he’d realized he needed to take care of your grumbling stomach at the expense of his blue balls, no matter how much it hurt.

But here you are now, rotating your perfect ass right into his groin as he grows harder than a fucking diamond, and there’s no relief from the onslaught of your wiggling in sight.

It just feels cruel.

“Knock it off,” Sanemi finally grumbles into your ear, arms squeezing once around your waist in warning. “You tryin’ to make me cream my pants?”

“It’s not my fault,” you groan miserably. “I can’t get comfortable.”

“Don’t you take meds?”

“Already did.”

Sanemi fights the swear building on his tongue. He’s acutely aware that you’re truly not at fault for his traitorous body’s reaction to your movements, but he finds himself wavering dangerously close to losing control. Every bump of your ass against him increasingly painful hard-on is a tease that feels like an act of torture. The twisting movements of your backside are barely more than whispers of the contact he craves, and yet somehow, they’re just enough to make his cock throb for more.

It takes a great deal of self-restraint for Sanemi not to grab your hips and grind you back against him properly. But he manages to just cling onto that fraying thread until you swivel your ass right against the crotch of his pants, groaning in frustration.

Sanemi snaps.

With a disapproving click of his tongue, he flips you to your back and under him.

“You still got cramps?” He hovers close over you, nose nearly bumping yours.

Wide-eyed and blushing at his proximity, you nod.

“You took your meds already?”

Another nod.

“And they ain’t helping?”

This time, you slowly shake your head.

And then a smile, a wickedly devious smile, spreads across his lips. “I know what will.”

feral lil freaky deak of a man

[alientee]

Mauga x reader and y’all mainly voted one shots so here’s one haha 18+ so minors don’t interact

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Reader is worried about Mauga when he goes on missions with talon so Mauga eases her worries the best way he knows how. Mauga x afab reader. (Oral sex f.receiving, size kink, overstimulation , mating press, there’s a little manhandling going on .) I tried my best I’m not the greatest at le smut.

You were laying in bed, struggling to sleep. Mauga had been taking on a lot of missions with Talon lately. Now you knew your boyfriend was tough, but that didn’t mean his job as a mercenary didn’t come with consequences. He is such a free spirit, but sometimes his boss doesn’t like it, and you were afraid it would cost him his life one day.

You wanted to stay up just in case Mauga came back and he needed help. He didn’t like it when you worried for him, but you couldn’t help it. You look at the clock, seeing that it’s 1:45 a.m.

“Mauga… please be alright”

And at 2:00am, you let out a sigh of relief hearing the alarm turn off. You sit up, waiting for your boyfriend to show himself, knowing he would stay down stairs and eat his dinner you had left in the oven for him. Around 45 minutes later, you hear big stomps coming upstairs. He peeks his head in to see if you are asleep, and he frowns when he sees otherwise.

Mauga crosses his arms “baby I told you, don’t wait up for me. You need your sleep”

You sigh, you knew were this was going “I know… I just can’t help it… I wanna make sure your ok”

He walks toward the bed and wraps his arms around you. Every time he holds you, it’s like you drown in his big muscles, and it feels like safety. He grips your chin, making you look at him.

“I told you I’d always come back to you, even if I had to take every life I needed to, and I meant it. You understand me”

You nodded; you knew how serious Mauga was. It took a lot for you to accept that he works for Talon. What he does makes you scared of what could come from it. For you and for him, it took a lot of work, but you knew he loved you, and you loved him just as much. He stares into your eyes and makes sure you truly understand that he’s serious. Then let’s go of your chin. He reaches down and grips your hips.

“Good, lemmie put your mind at ease. Lay down”

“But Mauga” he stops you and pushes you on your back, gripping your hands above your head.

“Lay down, and don’t move”

You listen to his instructions and look away with a heavy blush on your face. It always gave you butterflies when Mauga got this way. You could never get used to it. He somehow always made you feel like it was the first time every time.Mauga chuckles when he sees you, his muscular body pressing against your soft skin. He leans in close to your face, his warm breath tickling your neck.

“So fucking cute, you like it when I’m rough with you huh" he whispers seductively before leaning in to kiss your neck

You moan in embarrassment not wanting to admit it. Everything about this man turned you on and you couldn’t help it. He was so big, and so was everything on him. Mauga takes your moan as a sign of approval and smirks, his rough hands trailing down your body. He grabs your ass, squeezing and kneading it as he continues to kiss and nibble on your neck.

“Gonna eat you out til you can’t worry that pretty little head about anything else.” He groans, his cock throbbing in anticipation.

“Please~”

When he made no move to continue, you knew it would take more than that. Mauga loved it when you begged; he loved it even more to tease you. He could play with you for hours and still wouldn’t let you cum. Getting you to the edge and making you want more is what got him going. He knew you would beg for him so sweetly. You always do.

"Please Mauga~, I wanna cum for you…please please please touch me!” You gaze at him with pleading eyes. "I'm begging you, Mauga. I can’t take it anymore. My body is burning to have more of you.” You gasp in between words, and your eyes shyly look away. “I won’t be satisfied unless it’s you”

Mauga's eyes darken, and he starts to smirk as he hears your plea. His hips start grinding against you. He grabs your face roughly, pulling your head to the side as he bites your neck hard enough to leave a mark. His other hand reaches between your legs, roughly tearing your panties off.

“Don’t cry about it being to much later" He growls, using his thumbs to spread you’re pussy lips "I'm gonna make you cum, over and over again doll"

Mauga's tongue darts out, tracing the outline of your pussy before plunging inside. He groans as he feels your wet heat, and his hands grip your thighs as his tongue thrusts in and out of your tight hole in a punishing rhythm. You begin to squirm and beg for more as he licks your wet folds.

“Maugaaa ngh~” you tried to grind against his lips but his grip was to strong

He growls low in his throat. “You're so nasty when ya wanna be; act all shy, then ya beg for it," he says before taking a long lick from your entrance to your clit. Savoring the taste of you on his tongue. He continues to lap at your pussy, pushing his large finger inside you, stretching you as he thrusts it in and out while sucking on your pearl.

“I can't wait to feel you cum on my tongue" he mutters against your pussy, his free hand gripping your hip tightly. He runs his tongue up and down your cunt while flicking your clit slowly. He could feel you clench around his finger, he sped up his movements. Mauga moans into your pussy as you grind against his face, the sensation driving him wild. He increases the intensity of his tongue work, flicking and sucking your clit, pushing his finger deeper inside you.

You could feel yourself about cum, your back arched and you started to feel your stomach tighten. The familiar release washing over you as you grip the sheets and released into his mouth. Mauga pushes his face deeper into your dripping wet pussy lapping up your cum and he doesn’t stop even when you’re shaking.

“Ahhhhhhhhh- Mauga.. I can’t…. s’to much!” You try to pull on his hair to move him back but Mauga smacks your thigh gripping it hard enough to leave a bruise. He pulls you back to him pushing his weight down on you.

“Stop moving and fucking take it you begged for it”

He continues to lap up your juices, his tongue swirling around your clit sending shivers of pleasure down your spine. You begin to shake from the overstimulation, but you had no choice but to take it. He was making a mess of you, kissing and licking on your pussy his saliva mixing with your essence.

Mauga begins to slurp on your sensitive pussy while getting your juices on his face pressing his nose against your clit causing more friction. His finger begins to rub against your g-spot and your eyes roll to the back of your head. While your legs start convulsing Mauga continues his attack on your sensitive folds. Not stopping no matter how much you beg. The sounds of him kissing your clit and flicking it with his tongue rang through your ears.

“Mauga please m’gonna make a mess”

“Go ahead sweetheart make a mess on my face”

You start to lose your breath. The familiar tightness in your stomach returns until you feel added pressure you never have before. “Fuuuuuuckk!” Your eyes roll to the back of your head.

You end up screaming as you squirt all over his face. Mauga rubs his hands over your clit roughly making your juices spray out on his face and the sheets. He stares into your eyes as he slurps up your mess still shoving his face back in your pussy licking and sucking on your folds. You trash in his hold, not able to take his continued ministrations.

“W-wait…. Ahh~….. Mauga ! m’sensitive no more please!”

Mauga growls in annoyance as he grips your legs and pushes them up against the bed. Your ankles were in the air near you knew you were stuck. Mauga leans back and smacks your ass so hard it leaves a red mark behind. You couldn’t help but hiss in pain feeling the familiar sting on your ass. You knew you were testing his patience. Because he knew you could take more of it, you have before.

He starts to finger your pussy quickly trying to get another organism out of you. As you try to beg for mercy squirming in his hold Mauga ignores you, hitting your sweet spot repeatedly. Fat tears start to roll down your face as you release another orgasm. The overstimulation leaving you a panting crying mess unable to think straight.

“Told you to stop fucking moving” Mauga takes off his pant’s and gets on top of you bringing your legs back further he puts his legs on both sides of you trapping you in the position. Mauga could never fully fit in you at the start. He was atleast 10 inches, his cock was fat and heavy. Even when he was fully hard it could barely hold its weight. He strokes his cock a few times before rubbing it against your folds getting himself wet with your juices.

He slaps it against your clit a few times before he slowly puts his thick cock in you. He takes his time stretching you open, knowing how hard it is for you to take him in. He begins to thrust slowly inside of you giving you time to adjust. He pulls back only leaving his tip in before slamming back down inside of you. Once he feels you running your fingers through his hair he knew you were ready. He starts to go deeper as he feels your tight heat around him.

“M-Mauga….it hurts… m’to full” you whine feeling the sting of him stretching you.

“Hurts sweetheart? Lemmie rub that pretty clit, make you feel good”

He moves his hand down softly rubbing your clit in circles. You look at him through your eyelashes biting your lip finally feeling some relief. “Feel better baby?” You nodded at him.

His cock moves deeper and deeper inside you as you begin to relax. You moan louder, begging him for more, and the pain starts to turn into pleasure. He starts to pick up the pace, slamming into you harder and faster. Mauga smirks as he watches you lose control. He continues to thrust in you roughly, feeling your tight walls gush all over his shaft. The room was filled with your moans and his growls. The loud Pat Pat sounds of his heavy balls slapping your ass filled the room and turned you on even more.

You scratch at his back unable to do anything else but to take him fucking you while in the mating press. His movement gets more rapid as his thurst get sloppier as he feels you shake and tremble beneath him. The bed begins to creak and the headboard hits the wall as he roughly fucks you into the bed.

Manga’s entire body shutters, his hips bucking wildly as he feels himself about to release. He continues to fuck you into the bed, gripping your thighs, while his thrust becomes more sloppy. As you start to come undone, he lets out a deep moan, letting out spurts of hot, sticky cum inside of you. And he doesn’t stop for over a minute until you're full of cum, leaving your pussy a sloppy mess.

He lets out a sigh of relief, grabbing ahold of you, turning on his back, and bringing you to his chest with his cock still in you. You lay on top of him, satisfied with being filled with his cum and feeling full with him still inside. You lean up to give him a kiss, and he grips your ass cheeks, caressing them softly while your tongues are caressing each other. When you both separate, a string of saliva connects you. Holding each other, you both lay in silence until Mauga speaks up.

“Any time you think I’m not coming back to you remember that I’ll always do anything to be with you.” He kissed your forehead, and you genuinely believe him.

“I believe it….. just promise you won’t do anything to stupid”

“How about just the right amount of stupid”

“Deal~”

[thekingofthenameless]

I HAVE 1,000 FOLLOWERS!!! Thank you guys so much 🥺

First banner is made by @honeyxmonkey :D

Second one is made by ✨yours truly✨

To celebrate, I’m going to do a Q&A about TKN! (TKN is an abbreviation for my original work, The King of the Nameless.) It isn’t fanfiction, lol. Please don’t call it a fic.

I’ve been writing for four years, give or take? Before TKN, I was writing a fanfiction based on Tales of Arcadia, and it kept straying further away from canon, especially in regards to Merlin and Charlie. I had trouble actually completing a chapter, making drafts again and again until I took an unintentional hiatus after getting a ton of burnout.

I finally came back in January of this year, and while I’d actually had the idea of making the formerly titled Emerald Embers an original story for a while, this time it wouldn’t let go. It took about three days before I said “screw it” and started revamping everything.

And then I had trouble completing anything for this too 😭. I finally just decided to do some of this year’s writing events and not worry about continuity for now: Flufftober and Angstober! I also have a draft for Whumptober eventually lol.

My Ao3!

Sorry if this seems like meaningless blather to some of y’all, but I’m sick of somehow still being known for ToA, and by extent, Emerald Embers. ToA, I don’t mind as much, because I do still like the series and reblog content occasionally. But with Emerald Embers, I do. I was fifteen years old when I started that, and it’s been discontinued for about nine months. I had two ToA related likes yesterday, and one of them was for Emerald Embers, and I don’t know how y’all keep finding it but I do not want to be known for that. I meant to keep it up as an archive, but I’m getting annoyed with the people who somehow find EE content, and then only like that and nothing else… at least most people know TKN isn’t a ToA fanfiction now?

Anyways, the two main characters:

Merlin Caledonensis Ambrosius. Black trans aroace icon. Would probably look good in anything and has endless drip in his regular outfit. A highly empathetic, dignified, mellow, and smart person who struggles with schizophrenia, psychosis (as a result of his schizophrenia), anxiety, C-PTSD, and misophonia, but is still kind because he doesn’t want others to suffer what he’s been through. Secretly the God of Magic walking among mortals. Raised a literal dragon.

Charlemagne William Ambrosius. Giant dragon. Serious, brave, protective (of Merlin), compassionate (towards Merlin), as well as fierce but loving and loyal, who sometimes takes a little bit longer to care about people due to personality differences. Will readily state his opinions and start arguments without caring. Has no qualms about staring people down while gauging their personality and threat level. Was at first completely normal but is now Fucked Up too.

And here’s the (current) blurb describing TKN! Idk if it’ll fit eventually lol

The King of the Nameless is an adaptation of Arthurian Legend, except… it takes place in an entirely fantasy world. Wizards, demons, dragons, mermaids, and spirits are just five of the magical creatures that inhabit Galdorcræft. Alongside magic being everywhere, corruption runs just as deep in the country of Avalon. Seaside towns that imported benign items like silk are now infamous for attracting contract killers and magic hunters. The idea of murdering magical creatures for their body parts, as well being a falsely presumed threat to humanity, is slowly becoming more widespread through rumors of what their magic can do to heal and harm, no matter how much Merlin Ambrosius tries to stop it. He’s a wizard himself, of course. Everybody knows that. What they don’t know is that he’s hiding a lot of secrets: being the God of Magic and Justice, being born a girl, and trying to cope with madness that makes it difficult to tell falsehoods from reality, for one thing. However, he has his dragon familiar and found family, Charlemagne Ambrosius, to keep him grounded and understand him when no one else will. Unbeknownst to them, the very heart of corruption is in Camelot itself. Uther Pendragon has just become king after his father’s death, and he’s been waiting for this. Maybe now that he’s ruling, he can finally kill Merlin and rid himself of the rebellious, soft, mad advisor. With the most powerful wizard in the land dead, then no one will be able to stop him from killing the monsters that plague it.

Art dump of Merlin and Charlie! You can see how much they’ve both changed from their original designs (first images for both) lol.

Rules for the Q&A:

In order to participate, you don’t have to be following me! Just send an ask about TKN with whatever question you have! Anon is turned on :) If y’all want to ask about how their designs changed so much and stuff… 👀

I might do this for.. a month? Idk it depends on how long people have questions lol, but again, I still feel like a lot of people still know me for ToA 😭

Artist credits: Soberana Art (on Artstation), @cat-gh0ul, NaldThal (on Ko-Fi), @heropaws, @gaylightisminetocommand, @biposi, @honeyxmonkey, @azurewildflight, @theeio

Links to their individual posts, if applicable: Current Merlin, Original Charlie, Birthday gift, Forest, Cuddles, Sploot, Meadow, Embrace

Taglist: @gaylightisminetocommand, @the-arson-author-gamer, @honeyxmonkey, @danhengsbestie

Also before I answer any other questions I’ll answer @thecomfywriter’s first, since she sent me a dm asking about TKN ages ago and then I forgot to complete a post 😭 It's still sitting around somewhere and I'm so sorry

If you'd like to be on the TKN taglist, just let me know! You can dm me, reply to this, or shoot me an ask. I'm also on Discord as the same username if you want to chat about TKN, get my rambling before you see me make a post, brainstorm with me, etc :)

And I have a TKN server, actually! I should really just. Revamp it idk I have forgotten to keep it updated with my Tumblr and Ao3 content

[artyandink]

Just a little thing from the entirety of my heart:

I have only started properly writing on just Tumblr since a few months ago (haven’t kept count really), but I started an account a few years ago. But in that time, I’ve managed to grow as a writer and a person, got a lot more feedback and followers and publicity (don’t know what to call it otherwise) and it’s absolutely amazing.

I’m not as technically skilled or organised as some of the other absolutely goddamn brilliant writers on here, but I can tell you that I’m so grateful for everything that y’all have done to build my little space here.

I’ve struggled a lot over the years, with depression, anxiety, some degree of Autism Spectrum Disorder and have had some great difficulty with socialising and keeping real friends, which is a bummer. But fanfiction, writing, original fiction- it’s all an out for me. To be someone who I’m not, to escape from everything in the outside world and have one more where people look at me and think ‘wow, she’s so cool’ and out there it’s ‘ew, she’s so socially awkward’ because my social battery doesn’t replenish very easily and I tend to expect the worst.

Now, I know you don’t want to listen to my rant about my hardships, so here’s a selection of people that I wanna thank for making me more confident and more skilled as a writer just in general, which I absolutely appreciate (even if you aren’t mentioned in this list, I absolutely love y’all who support me as a writer):

@zepskies - You’re such an amazing writer here, you deserve every bit of support and love that you get from your readers because you’re truly a natural writer and such an amazing person in general. I only improved after analysing your writing and putting it into practical use. Also, your writing’s like self-therapy for me. You should be really proud of yourself (and this goes for everyone). @k-slla - Same for you, Kerly! Another thing was that I saw you about on Tumblr, and we found each other but you helped bring me out of my shell and gave me the support that I needed, and I’m forever grateful for that. @waynes-multiverse - Wayne, you were one of the first writers to give me your feedback on my first proper, thought out series here on Tumblr and I’m so glad you did, cause I met an amazing person and got to see your brilliant work, again something that I took inspiration from. @jackles010378 - You, my friend, are such a good hype person! You also tagged me in the little ‘get to know you’ posts, and otherwise I’d be a socially awkward hermit, so I am indebted to you for it. Keep on doing what you’re doing and including me even if my social battery hasn’t charged. It’ll shoot up to 100% ;) @angelbabyyy99 - Thalia, I bow down to you and your ability to write CJ. And you’ve reviewed my latest fics and it hyped me up so much that after a section of writer’s block induced by being horribly ill, I’m banging out fics in a day or two that previously would take me weeks. So glad you found me, and I hope you stick around, lovely! @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior - You’re such a good writer, and I recently found out that you were/are/could be in the same boat I am, and I can’t tell you how much that meant to me. To know that this isn’t a battle I’m fighting alone meant everything and I can’t thank you enough for sharing your struggles with everyone.

That was pretty heartfelt, but I felt like I had to say it otherwise my heart would burst from being so goddamn happy that I found my community.

The SPN community is so goddamn nice?!?!

Love, Arty 💜

[tinkerelle]

idk why it took me so long to realise this very simple and in your face fact that daisy jones is a manic pixie dream girl. I don’t mean this in a bad way, but in a “she’s this complex incredibly broken character who’s only ever seen as a fun time, manic girl who’s different and cool and has no other purpose but to make men better” to everyone else and no one actually stopped and looked at her except for simone and billy.

it makes sense why she’d be blind to all the hurt she’s causing to be with him, because he’s one of the few people to truly see her. her struggles and aches and pains and accept her as she is and that’s why I could never hate book!daisy because she’s sick and she’s been objectified and ignored and here comes this man who actually truly knows her and the heartbreaking thing was that billy ( in my opinion ) saw her as his downfall.

he didn’t see her as someone he could realistically be with and be held down and supported and soft with like he did with camila. daisy was fire to him , but fire eventually either ends up burning you or burning out unlike camila who is always the person that he would choose without a shadow of a doubt. not because they have children, but because he’s love for camila is a choice and one that keeps him grounded and able to truly be himself and love. he wants daisy but he needs camila, he chooses camila and not to spiral into chaos but to truly be content even if it takes an internal war just to get there. that’s why he stammers when he says maybe camila wasn’t the person he loved the most at the time but she was the person he loved the most.

and I think daisy realised that too because she didn’t want to be broken with him, she wanted to truly BE with him like he was with camila and she knew that she’d never be that for him. the minute she got with him he’d use her as an excuse to do drugs and neglect his children and responsibilities and turn into what he promised himself he’d never be again. so she leaves. she leaves and never looks back even though every thought is telling her to fight for the man who sees her even if its not in a good light.

it’s beautiful and heartbreaking and honestly fuck yall for making a very complex story into a shipwar, because y’all lack nuance and want to live in dalulu land.

[amethysttribble]

I don’t quite know how to explain myself in a way that makes sense…

In 2012 when I was a freshman in highschool, a classmate told me that One Piece was the most popular anime in Japan. Way more so than Naruto! You should watch it. And I did, and I did and I did.

I took my laptop to the library and watched One Piece during lunch (because I had no one to sit with) and during my free period (because I had no one to talk to) and I fell in love. Those loveable rascals, the beautiful world they inhabit, their brilliantly conveyed struggles, I loved it so much.

When I ran out of show to watch, I picked up the manga, and have been reading since 2016. Since the last chapters of Dressrosa.

I was in in that fandom. I read the fic, I was young and stupid and saved art onto my laptop because I had no tumblr to reblog on, but I scrolled and scrolled through tumblr without an account. I watched thousands of chapter reviews and reactions and video essays and I just… I loved it. I truly did. Do.

And it’s funny, I’ve never written fanfic for One Piece because… it’s too sacred to me. It’s too good. I get everything I need out of from the main story, and, it must be said, I feel I have nothing to contribute to fleshing out that lovely world and characters (unlike the Silamrillion, which is also a brilliant work, but leaves a wide sandbox). I always felt that I could never write Luffy properly.

As a brilliantly executed character, he is singular.

So. Then-

In the year 2020, I was watching a streamed event called “the Reverie”. It was a live discussion featuring a whole bunch of One Piece YouTubers. They’re discussing fan theories and reactions to the latest chapters, when suddenly, a live guest came on.

Matt Owens, one of the principle writers for the recently announced One Piece Live Action tv show being produced by Netflix.

To say I was skeptical of this would be a massive, massive understatement. I was dreading the possibility. Who could write Luffy but Oda? No one.

Then, Matt Owens spoke. Spoke, on a live streamed chit chat session between a bunch of nobody YouTubers (who were all somebody’s to me). Like, who does that? But he did and he just… he got it. He was a fan, it was like 2 in the morning and I couldn’t stop watching because he was a fan. He wanted to put us, mega fans, at ease. And he did. I felt seen.

I thought, “you know… maybe.” Wasn’t going to hold my breath, though.

So I followed the news.

The casting, the filming locations, the delays, the leaks and the rumors and the insiders. Cowboy Bebop on Netflix terrified me. Like, to my core. RoP was coming out around the same time and I just didn’t have the energy to get worked up for or about it, because something bigger was coming.

RoP was so empty and mediocre, I couldn’t even be mad. Why should I bother putting energy towards that? The One Piece Live Action was shaping up to be, good or bad, anything but empty.

It was something that, against all odds… kept looking not just good but loving?

The casting was perfect. I literally screamed on my parents couch when I saw it. “But okay,” I said, “that doesn’t mean that much.” And then we started getting images of those ships, the ships they’d made. The Baratie, the Going Merry, and Alvida’s ship.

That one stuck with me and I know why: because they didn’t need to make a minor villain’s ship that faithful and that memorable. But it was.

First trailer: I laughed I smiled I worried still. Oh… that’s not Luffy.

And it’s not. I stand by that, I’ve never seen anyone write Luffy like Oda, write him properly. But it was Luffy’s spirit and I adapted. It looked so good.

The news coo had a hat.

Second trailer, the same. Just let the dialogue be good. The sets be good. The condensing be good. Just let it be good.

And god, here we are, and it’s- it’s so good y’all! It’s just so good. Tonight, I was a 14 year old girl sitting on a musty library couch watching this show, aching for a big world and group of companions to explore it with. Freedom and dreams and laughter filled my soul.

It’s One Piece. That’s all it needed to be, and it did that and more. This is a version of one of my favorite stories that I can share more easily with people I love. I’m so happy.

Yohoho ❤️☠️

[dianaladrislovebot]

random gone headcanons that have popped into my unhinged little brain, likely part 2

ayo we back my guys. i’ve had many gone related thoughts (and conversations, shout out to the gone brainrot gc on ig 🫦) since i made the last one of these so y’all are gonna have to bear w me while i get them out of my system. okay thanks bye onto the hcs (also my current fancasts for some of the characters at the end !!)

tall lanky astrid truther. alternatively, short ass mf drake truther.

diana is a skin care girly for sure. when the boys use those several in one things she goes into a frenzy.

everyone at coates bullies diana w diana by one direction but can only get away w it bc caine does it too (i’m not sure when that song came out but pretend it works okay. i like this.)

drakes whip is gross as fuck. like veined and slimy and shit like a genuine tentacle it’s the worst. thank you user inkskxtch for reminding me of this fact

astrid has scottish heritage on her mothers side. her grandfather is genuinely from scotland so she has a slight accent

diana is named after princess diana and took it extremely personal and demands to be treated as such

caine fell first but diana fell harder

quinn has consistent issues w his dad. in the first book he says he had a fight w his dad the night before the fayz which leads me to believe that happened a lot

because of this i think he spent a lot of time at sam’s house and saw connie as a surrogate parent figure. which is adorable

after he got over being a douchebag to edilio, quinn actually had a crush on him and never told a single soul, not even sam.

astrid is asexual, quinn, diana, orc and lana are bi, howard is gay and caine is some kind of fruit. there’s no way to convince me he doesn’t like men. you cannot do it.

i also like hcing drake as pan bc 1) i don’t like the stereotype that the bubbly happy character is always pan and like to combat it w making the most vicious angry violent characters i can find pan and 2) he has way too much chemistry w every man he’s ever been in a room w to be straight

okay hi also i thought i’d add some of my fancasts bc i’m very proud of them and need everyone to know what they are. some are set in stone, some of them i’m still on the fence about. pls i am begging you give me other ideas bc i’m losing my mind trying to place the other characters i will take any kind of suggestion i’m serious. anyways here are the scrunklies i lobe them so much

isabela merced louis partridge

as diana ladris as caine soren

joshua bassett anna cathcart

as quinn gaither as mary terrafino

hunter schaefer sadie sink

as astrid ellison as brianna berenson

i’m still on the fence about these two. i don’t know is sadie truly gives brianna’s chaotic energy justice and hunter is 24 which is slightly older than i’d like my fancasts to be due to the characters being like. 14. but she fits my vision of astrid well so for now i’m going w it. but besides those i’m completely sold on the rest. these are my children and i adore them. i am also open to suggestions for the other characters (especially sam give me my boy) bc i’m struggling so bad w everyone else

anyways that’s all the thoughts i have for now have fun w this messy ass post

[multiplicity-positivity]

hi there i really want an answer to this im struggling and chewing my brain off because of the amount of research im doing about did. im soo confused but ill tell you my story so you can give me an answer. after battling self hate and trauma miserably, i (? not sure if i should use i because they feel like a whole diff person with a diff personality to me.) started being gentle to me and calmed me down in the state of panic and agony. i subconsciously created them in my head and i wanted to talk to them more so i made an alt acc for us to talk more! my brain is unable to accept its a diff person and i dont even wanna try doing so. so thats one of the alters and recently ive created two more alters and both of them fell in love. (i jst switched rn) .. my gf is clingly, soft and does everything i wished someone would do for me. shes too nice.. and when i look at her through (front? back? cam idk what angle we call it but the one which makes us look at ourselves) she blushes so hard. her cheeks go pink. we have been happy with each other.. i made her an acc so we can talk more. idk if this counts as roleplaying or illness but i swear it feels nice and comforting. we talk to each other irl too, while cooking while reading and we shower together too! i can switch very quickly and ystdy it took me a minute so she panicked bc she thought she lost me.. and yeah. i hope to get an answer, thanks alot! tmi: ive like 4 or 5 alters!

-meow

Hey there, Meow - we don’t really see a question here? But if your question is whether or not you have DID… unfortunately we can’t help you there, as we’re not a professional and we’re incapable of making diagnoses! If you’re wondering whether or not you have a dissociative disorder, our best advice for you would be to seek therapy or try to talk to a mental health professional about what you’re experiencing. A therapist, and especially a specialist in trauma and dissociation, would be able to help you figure this out more than we ever could. So sorry about this!

If you’d like to learn more about DID and plurality in general, you’re welcome to check out our resource post for questioning systems. There’s lots of links in that post to articles with more information about DID, so you can learn more for yourself if you’re not able to access therapy at this time.

Keep in mind that it’s possible to be plural without having DID! And truly, a therapist would be the best person to come to with this if you feel like you might have DID. Good luck with figuring this out, though! We’re wishing y’all the very best!

[ofstoriesandstardust]

forget what you’ve been told (lt. bradley “rooster” bradshaw)

a/n: this is all because @struggling-with-delia​ asked me to write Cowboy!Bob. i rewrote and took out an entire original part of storm warning to fit this in. this is entirely her fault and you should blame her. this isn’t my favorite chapter but this is the bridge between here and the next part and especially the final part. 

summary: In revealing his Southern upbringing, Bob gets a chance to see Jake’s sister for who she truly is. 

main masterlist | top gun: maverick masterlist | storm warning masterlist | dry lightin’ cracks across the sky (those storm clouds gather in her eyes) | what if you let them all in on the lie?

folks who wanted to be tagged: @hotch-meeeeeuppppp​ @shanimallina87 @abaker74​ 

warnings: swearing, implied/references child abuse, death of a parent, please someone appreciate my research that went into this

word count: 2,071

You walk down the stairs, rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you appear in the living room. You pause, taking in the sight of the different pilots strewn about the space, noticeably missing Bob. Your eyes pass over Bradley’s body, who’s quick to look away from you. Your sight then moves to your brother, who makes to stand up. Rolling your eyes, you turn on your heel and out the front door, despite the fact that you’re barefoot and still in your pajamas. 

You make the trek around the house and towards the stables, seeing Lucas unsaddle his horse, Poppy. There’s another figure following behind him with Dahlia that you can’t quite make out. “Sup Cowgirl.” He calls, locking the door to Poppy’s stall. “Why’re you still in your pajamas?” 

You groan, moving to tie your hair up. “Jake’s downstairs and it’s just... too early.” 

The second figure, who you realize now is Bob, chuckles at your comment. Lucas nods. “They all still in the house?” You nod in confirmation. “Alright, think I’m gonna head inside. You good out here Bob?” The man gives him a thumbs up. 

“Thanks for letting me ride.” 

Lucas shakes his head. “No trouble at all, was a pleasure to ride with you. I’ll see y’all inside.” Both you and Bob wave a hand as he departs, disappearing as he walks towards the house. Bob begins to move towards Dahlia’s stall as you follow. 

“What are you doing out here?” 

Bob shrugs. “Wanted to ride. Maybe it’s silly but I find it calming.”

You shake your head. “Not silly at all, I’m the same way.” Bob hands you Dahlia’s bridle to hang up. “Gotta give you credit where credit is due, Dahlia doesn’t let just anyone ride her and I think she’d prefer just Jake.” Bob nods. 

“Yeah, I could see that.” 

“Say, you’ve never told me where you were from.” You comment as Bob begins the process of taking Dahlia’s saddle off. He hands it to you and you move to put it away. “You’ve seemed to settle into country life fairly well, 'specially if you’re riding Dahlia.”

“Tennessee. Grew up on a pretty similar ranch. I rode and raced as a kid.” 

You turn to look at him. “You mean- you mean to tell me you rode this whole time? And you let Jake and I make you wear a helmet?” 

He laughs, offering you a wide smile. “Most of this group don’t know where I’m from or that I used to ride. Plus you were so passionate about it.” 

You roll your eyes. “Just trying not to get sued.” You say as you move to set Dahlia’s saddle in it’s home. “My college freshman roommate was from Tennessee.” You say, sitting on a haystack as Bob picks up a brush for Dahlia’s mane. 

“Oh yeah? Where from?” 

“Maryville. You?” 

“I’m like right between Lexington and Hurricane Mills. There wasn’t much around us for miles and miles and both towns are tiny as it is, so you probably don’t know where it is or heard of it.” 

“Oh, yeah no I’ve been out to Hurricane Mills. I spent spring break in Maryville with her and I dragged her out there, four hour drive and everything, just cause I wanted to see Loretta Lynn’s ranch.” 

He chuckles. “That’ll do it. Where’d you go to college?” 

“University of Texas at Austin.” You respond, leaning against the wall of the stall. 

He gives a double-take, turning around to look at you. “Yeah? Don’t they have like a 40% acceptance rate or something?” 

“32.” 

His eyes widen. “Holy shit. So you’ve secretly got a brain.” 

You laugh. “Yeah, well I pass as a redneck cowgirl, but I’d like to think I’m a little more intelligent than I initially let on.” 

“Same can’t be said for Rooster.” He mutters, most likely to himself, which causes you to raise an eyebrow but say nothing further. “Why UT?” 

You shrug, cheeks going red. “Well, my Dad didn’t want me going off to college. Wanted me to stay here, work on the ranch. So, I was on my own financially. UT, well, they, were in-state and they uh, they gave me a full ride. Part of the Forty Acres Scholars Program. It was an offer I couldn’t say no to.” 

He stares at you for a moment. “Full-ride dude... What’s the Forty Acres program?”

“It’s a merit-based program that offers a lot of academic and leadership opportunities within a small cohort.” 

He lets out a low whistle. “Something tells me they don’t just accept everyone.” You shake your head. 

“Nope, but I don’t exactly use it for much. Graduated summa cum laude and then came right back here. Haven’t used the alumni network either and I doubt they’re thrilled they spent the money for me to do nothing.”

He sighs, tossing the brush to it’s container just outside the stall door. “Not nothing if you graduated. And hey, for what it’s worth, you’re a lot smarter than you’re giving yourself credit for. Don’t see Hangman doing what you did.” 

You shrug. “Maybe. Did you go to school or go straight into the Navy?” 

He looks back at you. “You’re just stalling from going back inside, aren’t you?”

Your cheeks warm again. “No, I genuinely want to get to know you.” He raises an eyebrow. “And yeah, okay there’s a little bit of that, but I’d still be out here whether you were out here or not. I was serious when I said I’m not dealing with Jake this early in the morning.”

He chuckles again, leaning up against the opposite wall from you. “Alright, so what’s really going on between you and Hangman?” 

You sigh. “He... I don’t know, he left for the Navy right after my freshman year in high school and never came back. Destroyed my family, left me here all alone.” You clear your throat, feeling the emotions crawling up it once again. “Can we not talk about him?” 

He nods. “”Course. Nah, I didn’t go to the Naval Academy like him, just straight into the Navy when I was 18.” 

“Wait, did he go to the Naval Academy? I thought he just went straight in.” Bob shakes his head slowly. “Damn, guess this is what happens when people just take off.” You mutter. 

“He didn’t... tell you?”

“My brother? Inform me of these things? Hell no.” 

Some clicks on Bob’s face. “I knew he was your brother.” 

You pause, looking at him in confusion. “Did... did you think otherwise?” 

Bob shrugs. “Was pretty sure you were his sister but most of the team is convinced he’s your ex, Rooster included.” 

You make a face, shaking your head. “That’s gross, no.”

Bob winces. “Sorry, I know you said you didn’t want to talk about him.” 

You wave a hand. “’S okay. Bradley thinks this too? This why he’s mad at me?” 

Bob nods his head. “Yeah. Overheard whatever argument you were having with Hangman and drew his own conclusions.” 

You groan, reaching to rub a hand over his face. “God, he’s so stupid.” You mumble. “Sorry that’s-”

“Nope, you’re not exactly wrong.” Bob says, waving you off. You laugh, feeling some of the tension bleed from your shoulders. 

Maybe this thing with him was still fixable. 

“How is someone like you friends with my brother? I don’t see it, you and Phoenix are too good of people to be friends with him.” 

Bob looks down to his engagement ring, sliding it up and down his finger. “We weren’t always close like this with him. Me and Phe have had our issues with him and if you could go back two years and see him and Rooster-”

“Let me guess, all-knowing Jake Seresin pushed a little too much, his ego too big for everyone else in the room?”

Bob laughs, nodding. “Something like that. When we all got brought together as a team initially, uh... well how much has Rooster told you ‘bout his Dad?” 

“Yeah, we’ve talked about him a bit. Was a pilot for the Navy, died when he was young.” 

Bob nods. “Yeah, well, when we got brought together Rooster and Hangman got into it one day after training, during the debrief. Hangman brought up his Dad and our instructor, how they used to fly together, kind of insinuated Maverick was responsible for his Dad dying.” 

“God, my brother’s a fucking asshole.” You mutter. 

Bob shrugs. “Yeah, well, then Hangman saved Rooster and Maverick’s life. Hangman did end up apologizing after we all got home and well, it wasn’t overnight but the two of them started to figure things out. Slowly became friends. Look at where they are now.” 

You study Bob carefully. “Why you telling me this Bob?” 

“Just... if Rooster can forgive Hangman, well... then maybe so can you.” 

“Like you said though, they didn’t happen overnight.”

“Fair, but... why are you really mad at your brother?” 

“For leaving.” You say, as if it’s the most simple thing in the world. 

He bites his lip. “You sure? Just cause from the sounds of it, y’alls Dad wasn’t all that great.” 

“C’mon Bob, you grew up in the South. You know you don’t turn your back on your family. And Jake, he got out. He got a choice of what he wanted to do with his life. But I didn’t get that. I got stuck here, carrying everything. And yeah, our Dad was a horrible piece of shit and I’m glad he’s dead, cruel as that might make me sound. But Jake, he left and never came back. He wasn’t here when Mom got sick, not when I graduated high school or college, and certainly not in any moment since.” 

“So you’ve resented him all these years for getting everything you’ve ever wanted and never been able to have?” 

You groan, standing up from the hay stack you’re sitting on and moving out of the stall. “It’s more than that Bob. He- My mom, the thing that held this family together, the best person I’ve ever known, was sick. She died. And he still couldn’t find it in his heart to come home. I remember the morning he left. Watched him do it. Mom cried for days when he did.” You find yourself beginning to pace, remembering that day. 

Your brother’s room had always been next to yours, and even after years, the creaky spot outside your door still woke you up when he moved. There’d been no light in the room, early morning, and you pushed your covers off, sleepily opening the door open as you watched your brother walk down the stairs with nothing more than a duffel bag. Frowning, you quietly followed him, watching him slip out the front door. Slipping out the front door after him, careful to not let the squeaky porch door close, you watch him walk down the dirt driveway, getting in his truck, and driving away. 

He never came back.

Your Mom had cried for three days after finding Jake’s room all tidied up like she always asked him to do, nothing more than a brief hand-written note explaining that he needed to leave, left on his pillowcase. Your Dad had taken down every picture in the house of him in it (save for the one under your bed), scorning your brother for turning his back on the Seresin name. You still don’t know what happened to those photos. Where they were now.

“As far as I’m concerned, my brother is nothing more than a self-serving, arrogant ass who-” You turn, finding yourself face to face with Bradley and Phoenix. You sigh, shoulders dropping. 

“Hi Cowgirl.” He says softly, offering you a goofy smile as he puts his hands into his pockets. 

“You have an eavesdropping problem.” You say, crossing your arms. 

Bob closes Dahlia’s stall door, locking it. He walks over, taking Phoenix’s hand. “We’re gonna go back inside. We’ll see the two of you in there, yeah?” 

“Remember what I said Bradshaw! Don’t want to see you again till you’ve groveled!” Phoenix shouts over her shoulder as her and Bob turn towards the house. He sighs, looking up at the ceiling of the stables. 

“Can’t believe I’m a grown adult being lectured by my friends.” 

“Kind of think you deserve it.” 

He sighs again. “We should talk.” 

You nod, uncrossing your arms. “Yeah, let’s talk.” 

[peachdues]

maybe…… a little… little … LITTLE, teaser for netherwood?? ………

:(

👉🏻👈🏻

Sure! But be careful what you wish for — y’all are in for some hurt!

The stifling silence hanging in the air was broken by a faint moaning. Both the Wolf and the Shifter looked to the bed where Y/N lay as she shifted uncomfortably around the mattress, her brow furrowed. She mumbled something before rolling her head to her other shoulder and back, as though trying to throw something off.

Sanemi and Shinobu moved quickly and in unison as they saw her arm lift jerkily in the air, her wrapped hand going for the bandaged part of her face.

“You can’t scratch, Y/N,” Shinobu said gently, her lithe fingers closing delicately around the girl’s forearm. “You’ll break your stitching.”

Sanemi’s mate tossed her head again and tried weakly to pull her arm free of Shinobu’s grip.

“G-gram?” She croaked, voice cracking from days of nonuse. “Gram?”

The Huntsman felt his heart sink. “What is it, my Lamb?” He took his fiancé’s arm from Shinobu’s hands, his fingers rubbing soothingly against her skin.

Y/N made like she was trying to sit up before she flopped back against the array of pillows at her back. “Grammy,” she moaned again, only this time, her voice tapered off with a whimper. “It hurts.”

Shinobu’s shoulders sagged as Sanemi’s breath caught in his throat. “I know, sweetling. I know it does.”

But she only shook her head. “Gram, I don’t —“ the words slurred in together as Y/N tossed back against her bed once more. “I don’t feel good.” Her lower lip began to quiver, and Sanemi saw tears begin to cluster along the lash line of her right eye. “Grammy, it hurts —“

Sanemi looked helplessly to the raven-haired doctor. “Don’t you have anything stronger?” He rasped, a hand coming to rest against the side of Y/N’s head, his thumb stroking her hairline. “Please, Shinobu, I — I can’t stand to let her keep suffering like this —“

—

“Kotoha,” Y/N whimpered, her bandaged hand reaching out toward the doctor as she moved away. “Kotoha, please —“

Shinobu turned back to the human girl, gut souring in pity.

“Don’t leave me.”

Shinobu Kocho had only ever fallen ill — truly, dangerously ill — once in her entire life.

It was the winter after her sister had disappeared; a fever, high and terrible had brought the fierce young shifter to her knees, stranding her in bed for a days as she grew progressively weaker.

Shinobu’s memories of that time were fuzzy — she recalled getting sick and the first few days she’d spent in bed, but everything after that was a blur of colors and the unsettling feeling of being both unbearably hot and colder than ice as her body struggled to regulate its temperature.

Then, one night, she’d taken a turn for the worse; so much so, that Gyomei had sent Sanemi to the nearest village to fetch human medication, fearful that the young girl wouldn’t make it through the night without stronger intervention.

Despite her fever-addled mind, Shinobu remembered how she thrashed against her covers, body aching and skin burning so badly she began crying out for her — for her sister. When Kanae hadn’t answered, Shinobu only cried harder, desperate for her elder sister’s soothing touch.

The memory of how lost and helpless she’d felt — how badly she’d wanted comfort — had stayed with Shinobu even long after her fever broke.

“I won’t,” Shinobu whispered, taking a seat back upon the small stool by Y/N’s bedside. “I’ll stay.”

A quiet exhale of relief blew past Y/N’a dry, cracked lips, and her features eased. Perhaps it was because she felt sorry for Sanemi’s beloved mate; maybe it was because the doctor knew exactly how it felt to long for the comfort of a beloved ghost. All Shinobu knew for certain was that she could not — would not — leave Y/N to endure the night alone.

And so, the young doctor did not stop herself from reaching out, her delicate fingers gently brushing away the errant tear that slipped down the girl’s cheek.

“I’ll stay right here, darling girl.”

[xoxo-author]

Squish 2

Hello! I’m sorry this took so long! I ended up with a case of the writers block and then I got a new job so I’ve been stressing, trying to make sure I have everything ready and that I, myself, am ready to start my job. I hope y’all like this one, I’m not too sure how I feel about it yet. 

Pairing: Jake Sersein x Femreader

Warning: My usual shitting writing, Sexual references, Drinking, probably some misspelled words. 

I never would have thought I would find myself on the beach at almost two in the morning, drunk off my ass with what seems to be the brightest pink face mask known to man with three girls I just met about two weeks ago but here I am.

I had "officially" met Phoenix, Penny, and Lina, Bob's wife, a few days after I had picked up a drunken Jake from The Hard Deck. I guess everyone kept bugging Jake so he finally introduced me to everyone and the girls and I clicked instantly. We had talked the night away as if we had known each other for years.

"Girl are you even awake?"

I slowly lift my head off my fist, nodding, giving Phoenix a tired smile, "Wide awake."

Phoenix lets out a loud laugh, shaking her head at me, "Hangman was right, you are a tired drunk."

I wave her off with my hand before resting my head back on my fist.

Phoenix had texted me, talking about how it was just going to be a girl's night, we'd do some drinking, eat junk food, and gossip. What she neglected to tell me is that we would be drinking like we were twenty-one. I have always been a tired drunk but now that I'm older I just can't hang like I used to. I am struggling to keep my eyes open and find myself beginning to pray that it's almost time for Jake to come get me.

Lina clears her throat before turning to face Penny, "So Pen, we've all been wondering, what's Mav like in the sheets?"

My tired eyes widen as I almost break my neck to look at Penny. Lina wasn't wrong, I know that in the short time I've known the ladies, and been around The Hard Deck, there have been many conversations about the pilot.

Penny's cheeks turn a bit pink before she offers a little smirk, "Let's just say he knows what he's doing."

Lina and Phoenix boo Penny at her lack of response while I laugh, "What about Bob, Lina?"

"I'll have you know while he may be quiet on the outside, my little Bobby is quite the freak in the sheets. We broke our bed the other night because Bob wanted to try this new position where-"

Phoenix cuts Lina off before she could go any further,  making gagging noises, "I cannot, emphasis on CANNOT, hear about my WSO doing kinky shit. I'll never be able to look at him the same."

Penny turns her body towards me, an eyebrow raised, "And what about Mr. Bagman?"

Both Lina and Phoenix nod their heads, leaning forward in their chairs a little, "Yeah, is he as good as he says he is?"

I shrug my shoulders, "I wouldn't know, we haven't slept together."

"Wait for a second, so you're telling us that you two look at each other like that but haven't slept together?"

Even in my drunken state I could tell how sad that sounded. There was no denying that we were hopelessly in love with each other. I've seen the way he looks at me and I'm sure he's seen the loveydovey gazes I shoot in his direction. I truly have no idea why we haven't crossed that line, god knows that I've thought about it.

"Don't get me wrong, there have been many times were we could have but it just never happened."

While the girls start plotting ways to get Jake and I into bed, I let my head lull back. I was struggling to stay awake, the longer I fought it the more the alcohol seemed to be winning. My eyes were on fire the more I held them open.

As my head rolls to the side, I squint my eyes as my gaze lands on the parking lot where I immediately spot Jake's truck.

Phoenix let's out a groan, shoulders slumping as she spot Rooster make his way over with Jake, "The fun police are here."

Jake nodded his head towards the other girls before setting his gaze on me, giving me one of lopsided grins, "Hi Squish."

"Hi Jakey."

I watch as he bends down to grab my discarded shoes, slinging my bag over his should before he turns to look at me, "Ready to go home?"

Slowly nodding, I use his shoulder to push myself up from the chair; my other hand shooting to his head as I found myself stumbling a little bit.

Jake chuckles as he stands up, letting one of his hands fall to the backs of my thighs with his other going to my back and slowly lifts me up, "Ladies, I think it's time that I get this one home. We will see y'all later."

I give everyone a lazy wave goodbye before letting my head fall to Jake’s shoulder, completely forgetting that I had a pink face mask on and it would completely stain his black shirt. I bring one of my hands up to his face, "I missed you Jakey."

"I missed you too Squish."

                                                                         **

My eyes shoot open as I feel a hand on my thigh, "It's just me Squish, come on, we're home."

I slowly step down from his truck, letting out a little groan as my headache begins to set in

We slowly begin to make our way inside, Jake having me make my way up the stairs while he locked everything up. I didn't even make it up halfway before Jake had caught up with me.

Just like I did with him, Jake helped me the rest of the way up the stairs and into my bathroom.

Jake places his hands on my hips, which causes what feels like fire to course through my whole body, "Let's get the pink goo off your face, yeah?"

I nod and watch as he shuffles around my bathroom, grabbing a washcloth before turning the tap on and letting the warm water run onto the cloth, "You know, the girls and I talked about you tonight?"

Jake raises an eyebrow, briefly glancing at me before turning his attention back to ringing out the washcloth, "Oh yeah?"

I close my eyes and tilt my head back as Jake brings the cloth up to start washing my face, "They asked if we had ever had sex and if you were as good as you say you are."

I peak one eye open as I feel Jake’s actions halt, his eyes were trained on me.

"While I said no, what I wanted to say was that no we hadn't but I want you to completely rearrange my insides."

Jakes jaw falls as he slowly blinks at me, "Just how drunk are you?"

I hold my index finger and thumb, closing the space between them, "A little, the nap in the car really did me good."

Jake clears his throat before going back to wiping my face, "You can't say things like that to me, Squish. Especially when you're drunk and might not mean it."

"Oh I mean it Jakey."

Once he was finished with my face, he throws the washcloth to the side before placing his palms flat on the counter on either side of me, "I'm not going to have sex with you when you're drunk."

Take a deep breath in, praying for some confidence, I throw my arms around his shoulders and let my forehead fall against his, "Well if you;re not going to rearrange my insides, then the least you could do is kiss me."

Jake lets his eyes fall to my lips for a brief second before he pushes forward, lips colliding with mine with such force that it almost had me crashing into the mirror. His hands slide up my sides before he locks them around my jaw while my legs wrap around his waist and my hands travel from his shoulders to grip his shirt in my fists.

After what seems like forever, he pulls away but keeps his forehead attached to mine,"Do you know how long I have wanted to do that for?"

I dig my heels into his butt, bringing him closer to me, "Probably as long as I have. Now, can we go cuddle?"

He nods, hands sliding under my butt before picking me up off the counter and carrying me to my bedroom.

[trauma-aquarium]

Okay brace yourselves, folks, this is the story of how I discovered owls living in my stove exhaust thingy on the upper floor and how I saved them from death by the hands (claws) of crows, and they became my guardians.

It all started when I was in my backyard and by chance, saw an owl peeking at me from the exhaust outlet on the upper floor.

Sorry for the low quality I had to zoom a lot from my sorry excuse of a phone. 

Anyways, this is mommy owl and she had given birth to a lot of noisy kids which we could hear and smell (fowl smell) from the kitchen, and it was really hard to go to the upper floor without wanting to throw up. My father insisted we call someone and get the owls out and leave them in a yard or something.

What my father didn’t know was that me and my elder brother are softies when it comes to birds (he’s a softie for birds, i’m a softie for all animal-kind). So this man comes and after much struggle and a screeching mother (and a possible father), we manage to take out the owls.

And as you can see, they were very angry. These are the kids, mind you.

Anyways, me, the only one in the family with actual empathy for animals (and less empathy for humans bc why) and a brain that works when it comes to their care, I took these little owls to the balcony, quite close to the exhaust outlet you just saw, hoping their parents would come and maybe take them or whatever. Only then I realized that the parents themselves were smol, and couldn’t quite possibly take them anywhere. So here they are, in my balcony, defenseless, especially during the day.

And they were FIVE OWL BABIES. I was suddenly a single mother at the age of 20. 

Anyways, I pet them, they try to bite me and I’m okay with that, my softie brother also gets scared easily so he just watches me do my thing- that being making them feel comfortable and safe, providing food which they didn’t quite eat bc babies. 

But then I had to be on guard duty because of the damned crows who came in groups (freaking murder of crows) and tried to attack/literally murder or eat alive the poor babies. And I was having none of that.

In the hot month of May, I was on day duty scaring off crows and praying the mother would return at night. Oh, and she did. Probably cursed at me for wrecking her home (sorry but it was inevitable) and shouted at me to leave, and I did, fearing what tomorrow held.

But tomorrow was the same.

So the mother and the possible dad disappeared during the days, but the babies were active (somewhat) probably because of all the noise me and the crows made. I did my thing- petted them, gave them water, played with them if they felt like it. They gave me rashes but I was okay.

Days passed, and the owls were entering pre-teens (judging by how they started rebelling and fighting with each other) and finally came out of the little tub on their own. I felt so proud. Now they had the whole balcony all to themselves (and me, of course). And they were scared of me no more. I would help them in and out of the tub if they wanted. 

They would sleep near the stairs and I’d caress their heads and they’d give me a smile (no i didn’t imagine that). And the crows would come and they would get scared for a second and look like this:

Yellow eyes. So cute.

Anyways, the mother owl and I had an understanding now too. Where she previously used to scare me when sunset approached and screech at me, she would now simply come and sit at one of the wires in front of my house and watch me pet her children and say NOTHING. And then I would wave at her and go inside and she would come and feed her children. She wasn’t all that bad. And the possible father would guard or something- I could see them from downstairs if I walked in front of my house.

This whole ordeal lasted for two months before the kids were finally old enough to fly, and I may have cried happy tears. I thought it was over now- they would move away and we’d never see each other again. But then-

I saw this from my window, my room being downstairs (don’t mind the wires, it was to keep robbers out bc robbers suddenly decided our housing society was a good place to collect money from). So everyday sunset, I’d draw my curtains apart and they would come and sit right outside my window (look at how grown they are!) and we’d screech at each other which was our love language.

So whenever I went out for a walk, there would be 5 kids and sometimes, their mommy, my guardians now. They would walk with me (fly with me, actually.) They would jump from wire to wire and occasionally, when they didn’t feel shy, they would scoop really low, circle around me and go back.

Yes. I was their Disney Princess, and I fucking felt like it too.

I called them ‘my owl friends’. I’d go out at night, look around and say ‘my owl friends, where y’all at?’ and they would come, making weird owl noises, circle around me and walk with me.

It was truly magical, and though I’m a huge cat person, I wouldn’t mind living with owls (even though they’re extremely smelly sometimes and want to eat me sometimes bc meat).

Here’s a last cute picture of my owl besties

I love them so much. I moved houses (only like three streets away but the owls couldn’t have known... could they?) and had to leave them behind, but here’s where a plot twist happens.

I think they might have put in a good word about me in the owl community, because the owls- different ones- occasionally come by. And they only come to ME.

Like this one time I was in the front yard of my house and two owls paid a visit.

Or this one time I was walking in the park in front of my house and two owls circled around me, ignoring my mom and little brother, and sat on a tree, watching me the whole time.

Either I’m a Disney Princess or these owls are planning some weird shit. Whatever it is, I’m in for it.

[xoxo-teddybear]

You Did This To Us - Bakugou Katsuki

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: ANGST, cursing, gore, implied sexual activity, infidelity, alcohol abuse, marijuana use, I’m just here to rip y’all hearts out, MDNI

Summary: It was a horrible battle against raging villains and he watched you, his loving wife of 6 years, get pierced right in front of him. It was traumatizing. Your days in the hospital sent him into depression, causing him to make the worst decisions of his life. Decisions he’s regretted the second he’s made them and decisions he’ll forever regret because of what it cost him.

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

He warned you not to come. No that’s not the right word. He begged you to sit your ass down at home where you would be safe. But of course, you were never that kind of hero. You could never sit on the sidelines and watch others fight a battle you knew you could at least try to help in. So with a heavy heart, he reluctantly allowed you to come. His first regret.

Because as the battle died down and victory was in sight, his world was thrown into chaos once more. The villains were down. The wind was settling. The dust was clearing. Katsuki could see you struggling to stand due to exhaustion but saw your smile nonetheless. He gave a breath of relief as he still saw you and jogged over to you. As he did, you noticed him coming your way and your smile only grew. Until it suddenly dropped, along with his own. Out of nowhere, a sharp, metal staff flew threw the air and pierced you right in the stomach. The sight was nauseating as Katsuki covered his mouth, truly shocked. He watched you in horror as you trembled before falling to the ground.

Katsuki looked behind him to find the attacker and saw some stupid, weak ass, good for nothing villain use the last of his power just to cause you harm. Then the world began to shake. No, that wasn’t it. Katsuki was violently trembling as he looked towards the bastard on the ground. Despite him being knocked out cold, that didn’t stop Dynamight from rushing over to him, grabbing him by the neck and blasting him. No one was around. No one would see. His job was safe. He could do this and have no repercussions whatsoever, so why not?

After the petty villain’s death, Katsuk used every ounce of strength in him to run to your body that had blood trickling down the side of your lips. “Y/N!”

You turned your head the best you could to find your husband sobbing his eyes out as he picked you up into his lap. He cradled your head and gently tapped your face, trying to keep you conscious. “Hey! Hey, you’re gonna be okay, alright?! You’re gonna be okay baby I promise.”

“Suki..I’m tired.” You whispered out in a weak voice. Hearing your words stabbed him through the chest.

“I-..I know baby. I know you’re tired. But- but you can’t go to sleep okay? Don’t go to sleep. You have to stay awake- stay alive! Okay?” He pleaded with you. He called out for a medic once he saw the flashing red and blue lights near the scene and held onto your body. He looked to you and saw your eyes becoming null and dense before firing back up again. You were falling in and out of consciousness. You were a fighter and you were trying to stay alive. It made him choke out a sad laugh. “You’re gonna make it, Teddy Bear, I swear.”

“….if I don’t make it-“

“You will, you idiot, don’t say shit like that!”

“But if I don’t…just- Ah-….just know I love you, Suki.”

Katsuki kissed your forehead before hugging you close. “I know, Y/N. I love you too. More than anyone, and more than you’ll ever fucking know.”

He noticed a small smile reach your lips before the medics came. Katsuki was quick to stand with you in his arms, careful and aware of the metal still pierced within you. He handed you off to the professionals who handled you with extra care. They brought you into the ambulance with Katsuki trying to follow in before being stopped.

“The fuck-“

“Dynamight, we can’t allow you to go in.” One said.

“And why the fuck not?! That’s my wife in there!” Katsuki shouted as he pointed to you.

“I understand, but her condition is severe. We can’t have anyone taking up space as we take care of her on her way to the hospital.” He explained.

“Taking up space?! Do you even know who you’re-“

“Sir, please. Let me do my job, let me save your wife’s life.” With that, Katsuki finally nodded in silence as he allowed the medic’s words to echo in his head. “Can you meet us at the hospital?”

Once again, a silent nod. With that, the medic was off and back to your seemingly lifeless body. Katsuki watched as he lead the team and perfectly directed them. He was sure that until you got to the hospital, you were in good hands. That was one guy he could surprisingly trust. He didn’t know him very well or at all for that matter, but he has Dynamight’s trust. Now Katsuki just had to head home and clean himself up before finding you again. Screw getting checked up. He knew his body. He knew he was damn well fucking fine.

—

As Katsuki opened the door to his house in a rush, he was quick to take a shower just to wash off the dirt and blood. He quickly hopped out and changed into some clothes before looking for his car keys. He found them at his nightstand along with the framed pictures of you and him. One on your wedding night and one celebrating your 3rd anniversary as a married couple. As Katsuki quickly looked through he pictures he smiled with a tear falling down his cheek. He looked around the room and took in all the pictures of you both that decorated your walls and tables.

You both were together since junior high. You were together for 10 years and despite being at the young ages of 23 and 22, he still decided to pop the big questions and propose. You said yes. It was one of the happiest days of his life, next to getting you to be his girlfriend, and meeting you in general. Forget the hero work, he’d trade it all if it meant he got to stay with you. You were always involved when it came to his happiest points in life. And now you were fighting for your life at the hospital. So with that, Bakugou wiped his tears and ran to his car, urgently trying to meet you at the building.

As he pulled up and parked, he pushed passed all the paparazzi and fans that surrounded the entrance due to news of you being there. You can assume how bad it got when everyone took notice of another pro-hero, and that pro being Dynamight no less, showing up. Despite all that, Bakugou forced his way in and made it to the front desk, demanding to know where you were. The poor lady at the desk had to deal with this explosive bomb, only to anger him even more by asking for his ID.

“Are you a fucking idiot?! Look at me! I’m Bakugou fucking Katsuki?! The number one pro fucking hero?!” He screamed at the poor girl.

“I’m- I’m sorry sir! It’s just protocol. H/N is a pro-hero, this is just what has to be done.” She shakily let out. Bakugou grunted before slamming his ID and Hero license onto the table. The lady nodded before handing him a piece of paper that had directions to your room.

Bakugou snatched it and gave her a scowl before running to look for you. Finally making it to one of the highest floors and down the longest hallways, he finally reached your door with 2 doctors already standing out in front of it. Bakugou tried to get through but they stopped him from entering.

“What?! What fucking now?!” He shouted as he stepped back to keep their hands off of him.

“Sir, they’re taking care of your wife just fine, but you have to wait here.” One of the docs demanded. With that, an argument bursted out between the pro and the doctors. The booming voices shook the building until a familiar voice was heard from behind the blonde.

“Dynamight, your wife’s in good care. I made sure my own wife was to be her head doctor.” Bakugou turned around to find the medic that stopped him from going into your ambulance there.

“It’s you.” He spoke aloud. The medic smiled before bowing.

“Daisuke Ena,” the medic said before standing back up straight. “Please trust me when I say your wife will be fine.”

“…and why should I?” Bakugou said after thinking for a minute.

“My wife is the one taking care of her. She is one of the best, if not the best, doctor in the prefecture. That’s not a biased opinion by the way, you can look her up. Daisuke Ami. I ensured it was her who was to see to your wife.” Daisuke said with a calm smile. After looking towards your hospital room, Katsuki turned back to the medic and nodded silently like he did before. But this time, he added a small ‘thank you.’

—

6 hours. Katsuki sat in one of the seats in front of your hospital room for 6 fucking hours only for them to tell him they cannot allow you visitors. You were in an unstable condition and so they sent Katsuki home. The news was heart wrenching. You always ran through Katsuki’s mind 24/7. He couldn’t stop it. But now, these thoughts were no longer happy and innocent, consisting of ‘damn, I miss her,’ and ‘I wonder what my girl’s doing right now.’ Instead they consisted of ‘Is she gonna be okay,’ and ‘she’s gonna come home, right?’ but most of all ‘I can’t lose her.’

Luckily for Katsuki, he became familiar with medical staff, Daisuke Ena, and was lucky enough to get his number. Daisuke gave him updates on Y/N. Usually, they weren’t so great but the hero appreciated the messages. The text didn’t help in uplifting Katsuki’s spirits though. If anything, they made them worse. In the beginning, Katsuki had hope that you would turn out okay.

But then a week passed.

And then another.

And then two more and before he knew it, you had already been in there for a month. This was the longest month of Katsuki’s life. It sucks to say but in the 13 years that you both have been together, he’s hasn’t done much alone outside of hero work. And even then, he would be lucky enough to work with you. It was always you and him together. Dates? Duh. Grocery shopping? Always you and him. Going for a walk? Why not? He loves spending as much time as he could with you. He loves you. But he hadn’t realize how dependent he became on your presence. In a way, you being gone drove him mad. He knew where you were. You were in the hospital. He could drive her there and see you right now!

No he can’t.

Because he would go and you would be stuck in bed, unconscious and hooked to machines, in a room, behind a door that Katsuki can’t get by. Seeing you isn’t the same as holding you. Speaking to you isn’t the same as conversing with you. There’s no reciprocation from your end. Being around your near lifeless body could only do so much. And so after two more weeks without you went by, Katsuki fell into a depression.

And that sucks because a few days after Katsuki’s depression began, it was okay for him to see you. But you hadn’t woken up yet. He didn’t think he would be able to be near you and your practically dead body. The fact that you were alive didn’t stick to him. He can’t see your beautiful E/C eyes, he can’t hear your honey-like voice..there’s no way you’re alive. The back of his mind still had hope. He knew you were stable. He knew you were gonna be okay..hopefully..but, you weren’t waking up. You were basically dead. Dead, dead, dead. And the more he thought about it, the more realistic the idea came to be.

So he didn’t visit you anymore..something else he’ll come to regret, and because he didn’t visit, he grew mad. Throwing away his life and succumbing to the tempting taste of alcohol. Any he could get. From the cheapest beers in cans to the finest liquors sold from top shelf. In the beginning, it was..controlled, but then he showed up to hero work completely wasted. Kirishima saved his job and forced Katsuki to take a break until he becomes stable again. This only gave Katsuki free time to do whatever the hell he wanted. And what did he want to do? He wanted to become lost.

Lost in alcohol, lost in weed, lost in everything. Lost because he doesn’t have you. Everyday he would spend it drinking and smoking, constantly being cross faded and surprising all his friends when he remained alive after all the substance abuse. Wake up, drink, get ready, drink, sit in the living room, smoke, cry over you, smoke and drink, eat and drink, go to sleep after a smoke sesh, cry over you once more. Eventually, Katsuki had cried so much, the only thing keeping him together was the fact that he had all these pictures of the two of you. Pictures of your smiles, you giving him a kiss, your dates, your accomplishments..he has all these pictures..but none of them would ever be as good as the real you.

Seeing his friend going down this road, Kirishima couldn’t help but try to do everything he could to fix his friend. No matter how many times Katsuki pushed him away, the red head kept going back. And none of his attempts to help his friend worked. Until…

—

“What now, Shitty Hair?” Bakugou groaned as he opened his door and squinted at the bright day light. He doesn’t remember that last time he’s seen the sun.

“I know you’ve been in a slump-“

“Slump? That’s what you call this? I lost the love of my life, Kirishima. This isn’t a fucking slump.” Bakugou said a little louder this time.

“She’s not gone, Bakugou.” Kirishima said trying to reassure his friend.

“But she’s not here either,” the blonde said as he chewed on his lip. “…look, whatever it is you want from me, I can’t give you. Not until Y/N is back at home, here, with me, safe and alive.”

“I know you feel that way man, but you can’t keep living like this. It’s not good for you. You at least need to get out of your house.” Kirishima said with his hand on the door as Bakugou tried to shut it. The blonde narrowed his eyes at his best friend before Kirishima spoke up again. “We can go wherever you wanna go and do whatever you wanna do, you just gotta get out of this house. Please.”

As Katsuki thought about it, he took a deep sigh before speaking. “Tonight at Hiro’s?”

“Dude, you wanna go to a bar-“

“It’s a club. Better than a bar, better drinks.” Bakugou corrected.

“Are you sure you don’t wanna hit the gym or maybe go to an actual restaurant or something?” Kirishima said, trying to steer his friend clear of alcohol.

“If you want me out of my house, then we go where I wanna go. No exceptions.” Bakugou said with a stern voice. Kirishima thought about it and sighed before giving in.

“Fine. But first, you gotta clean yourself up.” The red head said. The blonde nodded before going to shut his door, only to be interrupted by his friend once again. “With a little help from your best buds.”

As Kiri pushed the door open even more, Kaminari and Sero showed their faces that held kind smiles that only made Katsuki seethe. “No fucking way. This isn’t some girl’s trip and we aren’t doing makeovers.”

“Nobody said anything about a makeover, we’re just gonna help clean ya’ up Kacchan!” Denki smiled.

“I’m a grown man, I don’t need help cleaning up.” Bakugou said with a growl.

“Tell that to your stubble, messy hair, eye bags, and stench.” Sero began. “Seriously man, you smell like liquor and weed. You’re lucky you got that caramel thing going on to save you…barely.”

Before he knew it, his friends had pushed him into his house and quickly directed him to the bathroom. They did a full treatment. Forced him into the shower and made him soak in a tub of scented soaps and bath additions as they cleaned his house. Once they were done they had picked out a clean outfit for him before working on his face. They shaved his stubble, cleaned up his cut, put some eye cream on his bags, gave him some breath spray and changed out a few of his piercings. The full treatment. And when they showed Bakugou the new old him, he couldn’t deny he felt a little better. At least, before they stepped into his room again and he saw a few pictures of you. That’s when the slump in his shoulder returned.

Seeing this, his friends were quick to take him out of the house and head to Hiro’s. Walking in, they sat at the bar, ordered some food and a few drinks, and did whatever they could to keep Bakugou’s mind off of you. And for most of the night, it worked! Bakugou was laughing again, smiling, being his old self. But that’s when Denki decided to risk it.

“We doing shots or what?” The electric blonde asked. Kirishima gave him a look as he spoke.

“Uh, let’s go light on the liquor tonight. We don’t need shots to have a good time, right?” Kirishima said. Bakugou looked at him and chuckled.

“It’s nice of you to look out for me, Shitty hair, but I got this. Trust me.” Bakugou said with a small smile.

“I don’t know, man.” Kirishima said with a pout.

“Don’t be a pussy, Kirishima.” Kaminari smirked. That’s when all of Kiri’s friends, even Bakugou, began to egg him on. Of course, he gave in. Why not? What’s the worst that could happen? Bakugou gets drunk? He’s already been drunk before, nothing too crazy could happen, right?

Wrong. Shots were being downed and the 4 friends were losing themselves. The music was blasting, the lights were blinding, and the friends were…everywhere! Kirishima was probably puking his guts out in the bathroom, Sero and Kaminari were drunk on the dance floor, leaving Bakugou drunk at the bar by himself. Bad idea. The poor blonde was looking at his phone going through pictures of you and him together. He already missed you like crazy when he was sober, now that he’s drunk, that missing has hit full throttle. And then he caught the eye of a snake.

She walked up to the pro-hero with full confidence as she took a seat next to him. “Dynamight.”

Bakugou looked up from his phone with a scowl and blush from the alcohol. “Do I fucking know you?”

“No but-“

“Then get lost.” He said and downed another sip of his whiskey. The woman smirked at his crude behavior.

“Feisty. I like that about you, you know. Always playing hard to get.” She said with a seductive tone.

“I’m not playing hard to get, I’m playing impossible to get because I’m married,” he said and showed his wedding ring. “Happily.”

“You don’t seem too happy right now mister hero. My name’s Leiko..and if you want..I could help take away your troubles.” She offered with a smile as she leaned forward, making sure to expose a little more cleavage than necessary.

“My wife is better than just some quick fuck, so no thanks.” Bakugou said, still not taking his eyes off her, trying to scare her away with a glare that unfortunately she only smirked at.

“Who said I was trying to fuck? Why don’t you talk to me? Vent. Rant. It won’t get your mind off of your wife but it will help clear your head.” She said.

“And why the hell do you think I’m having issues with my wife?!” He asked with a tense voice.

“I walked over here and you were staring down at pictures of her on your phone. Miss H/N is beautiful. You’re a very lucky man.” Leiko said, playing the role of a snake perfectly.

“…I am..” Bakugou agreed before swallowing a gulp. “I’m Uh…I’m not having issues with her or anything. And we’re not fighting either. She’s just..been in the hospital recovering from a battle..I just miss her…”

He didn’t know whether it was the alcohol or if Leiko was just that good at pretending to be nice or both, but for whatever reason she made it easy to clear his mind. She listened well, never putting any input in. She let him speak freely and only spoke up when he looked at her in expectance to. In the moment..she was being a good friend. She allowed him to vent all he wanted about you, about how much he missed you and loves you. And by the end of the night, Katsuki could feel his chest feel a little lighter.

They didn’t sleep together but Leiko left an impression on his drunk self for sure. Maybe even him as a person. He’d remember her as ‘that one nice lady from the club.’ But that was until a few days later when she reached out to him on social media. Leiko was a perfect snake. Knowing exactly what she wanted and exactly how to get it. They spoke for some time online, casual conversations. Most times, it was Leiko asking about you and if you were okay. This went on for some time until their conversations changed. Leiko casually threw in a little flirt every now and then, Katsuki saw and held no reply for it, but didn’t stop her from doing so. Leiko seemed like a good friend. A good way to air out his emotions and issues. So despite her pushy and flirtatious nature, he kept her around. Solely as a friend.

Soon enough, Leiko offered to meet in person once more. At the same club they first met in. ‘Why not?’ Katsuki thought. He had nothing else to do. And so he went. Then he went again. And again. And again. The two became ‘friends’ and Katsuki even brought her back into your shared home where they shared even more drinks. Eventually, the use of marijuana came into play and now the two were cross faded. At least one of them was. Leiko was smart and sneaky. She took less drinks, didn’t inhale the smoke, and basically remained sober. She was in complete control, unlike the blonde hero who sat on the couch beside her. He was now upset and hurt as he thought about you.

“I-..I just miss her so damn much..it fucking hurts at this point.” He said with a whimper in his voice. Being so vulnerable, Leiko took her chance and slid in.

“Well..there’s always one way to take your mind off of harsh things like this.” She softly said with a hand in his lap. She leaned in and Bakugou made no move to stop her and allowed her to continue. She pressed his lips against his and despite it not being reciprocated the first time, she still pushed with it. Katsuki didn’t enjoy it all that much or at all. It was different, it was new, it wasn’t you. It didn’t feel like home. Her lips weren’t soft, they weren’t as plump, they didn’t have the same sweet and addicting taste you did but in a way..Katsuki felt it was what he needed. Her kiss wasn’t like yours. In fact, it was the complete opposite and he hated it. But it didn’t resemble you. When Leiko kissed him, it didn’t remind him of you, and that’s what he thought he needed. So despite not liking the kiss, when she pulled away, he pulled her back. Eventually the kiss grew more intense until it was brought to the bedroom where their night continued in a more sinful manner.

That morning, Katsuki made Leiko leave, angered at what she tricked him into and ashamed of his betrayal. How could he do that to you?! His love of over a decade! When Leiko was gone, Katsuki allowed himself to break down his walls and cry. He cried so hard that morning, more than he’s ever cried before. That morning made him realize his third regret.

Leiko and Katsuki never spoke again..until some days later when Katsuki allowed himself to become extremely drunk once more. He fell into his obsessive thoughts of you and felt the pain come again. Wanting to erase the hurt, he reached out to Leiko and asked her to come over and distract him again. He needed to feel something that wasn’t you. And so Leiko happily went over that night. And a few more nights because Katsuki felt the pain again for a few more nights. As Leiko kept going, she noticed the house loss more and more touches of you. Katsuki flipped his pictures of you in his bedroom so that they wouldn’t see his nights of betrayal and he moved his clothes out of your shared closet so he wouldn’t be reminded and hit with your addicting scent that lingered on your clothes. Leiko smiled, feeling like a victor as Katsuki slept beside her in your bed on your side. The two would have quite a surprise in the morning.

—

Katsuki was awake and was still feeling the shame. He didn’t like sleeping around with Leiko but he liked the way it distracted him from his painful thoughts of you. Every morning after a night spent with her was the same. The two would wake up, she would put on one of his shirts despite his protests and get ready in his bathroom as he sat in the living room downstairs. But this morning had a little surprise twist.

As Katsuki sat in the living room with his head down, the doorbell rung. Growling in annoyance at one of his friends’ presence, he reluctantly went to open the door with a sour mood. “WHAT?!”

“Umm, excuse me. Who the fuck do you think you are talking to your wife like that?” You asked with attitude. As Katsuki adjusted his eyes to the light and his ears caught the sound of his favorite song, his eyes widened and his smile rose.

“Y-Y/N?” He asked in complete shock. He saw you alive, healthy, smiling, looking naturally beautiful right in front of him.

“Missed me, Suki?” You asked with a giggle. Bakugou pushed the door open to pull you in for the tightest hug as he lifted you off the ground.

“YOU’RE BACK!” He cried out. He held you tight and shut the door with his foot as he dropped onto the couch with you on top of him. He held you close to him as he cried into your neck. “You’re really back! Fuck- I missed you so much Y/N! I fucking love you- I’ve been a mess without you..shit!”

His tears were everlasting as they fell from his ruby eyes that you missed so much. You smiled as you wiped them away with your thumbs and the soft touch he’s craved and missed so much. You pecked his nose to calm him down as you allowed your hands to get lost in his blonde hair. “Hey, hey, it’s okay. I’m here, Suki. I’m back.”

Katsuki still held tears in his eyes and was shaking in happiness as you remained oh so close, giving him the warmth he needed after so many months. “Tell me you love me, Y/N.”

“I love you Bakugou Katsuki.” You happily said. Your husband teared up once more, so happy he was able to hear those words from you again, before pulling you in for a passionate kiss. A kiss that brought him back to life. He took in your scent and the way you tasted illegally sweet. He let his hands roam your body in a loving way until they found way into your soft H/C locks, trying to bring your head closer to his despite your lips already being in contact. You pulled away with him chasing after your lips, needing to push him back a little to allow yourself to breath. “Relax Suki.”

He scoffed at that. “Relax? I just got you back, you’re not calling the shots today princess, that’s all me.”

You both have a little laugh as you tucked in to cuddle for a small time. He missed this. This is what he needed. This is what he’s been dying for. To have you back in his arms, alive, healthy, and present. He needed this for so long and now that he has it, he feels whole again. After spending some cuddle minutes on the couch, you rose up in need for a glass of water. As you tried to walk away, Katsuki tugged on your arm to try and bring you back to him, only to have you calm him down. “I’m just getting some water, Suki.”

He reluctantly let you go, allowing himself to smile like an idiot, glad to be around you again. As you searched for a glass in the cabin, that’s when Bakugou detected the sound of someone turning the shower off. And that’s when his eyes popped. His betrayal to you. The multiple times he betrayed your love and literal proof of it standing in his shared home with you. That’s when he began to silently panic. You were gonna find out. You were gonna find out he had been acting like a sleeze behind your back and you were gonna be pissed. Heartbroken. Downright furious and you had every right to be, but Katsuki wouldn’t allow it. He knew once you found out, you would leave again. But you can’t leave! He just got you back! You’re not allowed to leave when you finally came back to him. He’s finally happy again because you’re back! You can’t leave now!

“Hey, Baby, don’t you wanna see your friends?” Katsuki asked as he walked over to you. You had finished your glass and placed it down on the island when your husband came over asking an absurd question.

“Suki, they were all there when I left the hospital. They were the ones who bought me these new clothes. Aren’t they cute?” You asked with the smile he loved oh so much.

“Uh- yeah, yeah they look amazing on you Teddy Bear. Umm..if they were all with you, why didn’t they tell me you were coming back home?” He asked as you wrapped your arms around his neck and his went right to home on your waist.

“I wanted to surprise you!” You giggled. “How’d I do?”

“Really fucking good, you little dumbass. But why don’t we get some fresh air? Yeah?” He said as he tried pulling you to the door.

“What why? I was just out there.” You said as you stopped in your tracks. “Besides, I heard you didn’t visit me much in the hospital ya’ big meanie. I wanna spend as much time with you as I can.”

“I was gone because I couldn’t stand to see you like that, baby.” He said with a whimper.

“Yeah I figured. Which is why I’m not too mad, but you still gotta make it up to me with cuddles, so let’s go!” You said and tried pulling him in the direction of your bedroom but he planted his feet into the ground.

“We can still spend time together outside the house, Teddy Bear,” Katsuki said enthusiastically, trying to keep you away from the room that for sure reeked of sex and held scattered clothes of his own and another woman’s.

“But I want to spend time at home with you,” you pouted. Bakugou felt his heart melt at the cute face you pulled and brought you closer to him.

“I know, I wanna spend time with you too but I’ve been in the house for so long, I think I need to get out of here.” The blonde said while being aware and on the lookout for Leiko.

“Well I’ve been out of the house for so long and I know I need to be in it. Besides, as your previously injured wife, what I say goes.” You said with sass and a smile. Katsuki laughed, loving your little attitude but still worried of what you may find out.

“Baby please, can we just go?” He begged as he held your soft hands in his.

“Why are you so adamant on leaving, Suki?” You asked

“That’s because he doesn’t want you to find out about me.”

Your body jumped at the sound of a new voice and you looked at Katsuki’s face, noticing it scrunching in fear, before you turned around to find another woman wearing nothing but Katsuki’s shirt. The same shirt you’ve worn a thousand times over. You could feel your heart clenching in pain but you stood your ground no less.

“Who are you?” You asked as you dropped your hands from your husband’s. You heard his little whine at the loss of your touch as he reached out to hold into your arm but you gently pushed him off.

“Y/N-“

“Oh come on, H/N. Don’t be in denial. I bet you already have an exact idea on who I am.” Leiko said with a smirk as she looked at you. You turned to your husband with raised brows and a face of anger as you glared at him. You looked back at her and bit your lip before smiling.

“Were you in it for the long haul?” You asked Leiko, wondering if she really wanted Katsuki or if she was just getting pleasure out of this.

“Definitely not. I just came for a quick fuck every now and then. Wanted to get a feel of what it was like getting dicked down by a big shot pro-hero.” She said casually.

“Did you know he was married?” You asked.

“Yeah but he didn’t seem to care so neither did I.” She said. This made your blood boil a bit and you wanted to cry so damn bad, but you refused to allow your whore of a husband and this stranger to see you break. You huffed before smiling again.

“You can take your leave now.” You kindly said. Leiko looked at you in confusion.

“You’re not mad?” She asked. Katsuki had the same thought running through his mind as his heart raced at this conversation happening right here right now.

“Oh I’m furious. But am I really supposed to be mad at some stranger who’s content with being a home wrecker? ‘Cuz I feel like most of my anger should be directed to the man-whore behind me.” You said, never looking Katsuki’s way.

“Y/N, please-“

“I’m not speaking to you yet.” You said calmly, still not looking at him. You didn’t have to turn around to know there were tears in your husband’s eyes. Leiko smiled before standing a little taller.

“Well then, I’ll be taking my leave,” she said and took off the big shirt and throwing it onto the couch, leaving herself in her underwear. “Am I expected to be back for another visit?”

“You can come back as many times as Katsuki asks. As far as I’m concerned, he’s a single man again.” You said with a laugh.

“What the hell are you talking about?” Katsuki asked with a break in his voice. Leiko laughed too before nodding and walking back to the bedroom and gathering her things. You walked silently to sit on the couch with Katsuki following you. “Y/N, what the fuck do you mean I’m single. I’m still your husband!”

You remained silent as you looked at him with a sarcastic smile. You said nothing as you waited for Leiko to return. “Say something!”

Finally, Leiko walked down the stairs, fully dressed, and looked to you before taking her leave. You smiled at her before speaking. “So..I don’t want him anymore. Do you?”

“No I’m good. Anybody’s good for a fuck but I don’t date cheaters.” Leiko said with her hand on the knob.

“I’m not a fucking cheater!” Katsuki shouted at her as he had tears dripping down his face. She gave him a dry laugh before opening the door.

“Take a look around Bakugou. You’re not a cheater?” She asked before walking out and shutting the door, leaving the two of you in the broken home. Silence passed and all that could be heard was Katsuki’s shaky breath. You then stood up, gaining his attention, and tried walking to your bedroom before Katsuki stopped you by holding onto your arm. Tight.

“Where the fuck are you going, Y/N?” He asked as he cried angrily. You tried to shake him off of you to no avail.

“I’m leaving you fucking idiot. If you haven’t noticed, you cheated. You were disloyal. You allowed some stranger into our home, into our bed, just to get your dick wet.” You said with an angry but calm tone.

“She wasn’t a stranger.” Bakugou said trying to defend himself. You laughed and stepped to face him.

“Oh really? Tell me one damn thing you know about her.” You asked. As Katsuki thought about it..he really didn’t know anything about her. Fuck- he didn’t even know her family name. All he knew was that her name was Leiko. They were speaking for a month and in that entire month, Katsuki only ever talked about himself. She never gave up any information about herself. All she wanted to do was get to know Katsuki and get in his pants. She really was a stranger and he just tossed away his entire relationship for some whore. His silence gave you your answer. “That’s what I thought.”

You tried walking away again before he ran to stand in front of you. “Y/N! Please! Just listen, okay? I was depressed because you were gone!”

“And that’s your excuse for cheating on me?!” You shouted.

“No! But- but it hurt me to even think about you in that hospital bed! I couldn’t even face you without feeling like I was dying! And then that fucking snake came and she distracted me and kept my thoughts away from you. She kept the pain away. I know that that’s not excuse for what I did but please try to understand why I did it!” He begged as he cried.

“I will never understand! Because I could never do what you did! If you were in the hospital, close to death, I would’ve been by your side every second of every day! Yes I would’ve felt all the pain and depression you did but I wouldn’t want to distract myself from it! Because at least then I would be thinking about you, and worrying about you, and caring about you, and loving you because you’re my husband Katsuki! I wouldn’t ever want to not think about you!” You shouted in anger and hurt as you allowed a few tears to fall. This urged Katsuki to cup your face in his hands and wipe away your tears.

“I’m so sorry, baby. Please, can we just move pass this? Please.” He said softly as he pressed his forehead to your own before you shoved him off.

“Get away from me!” You shouted, breaking his heart as he stumbled back. “After everything we’ve been through, you go and do this to me?! AFTER EVERYTHING?!”

“IM SORRY! PLEASE! I CAN’T TAKE BACK WHAT I DID BUT YOU HAVE TO FORGIVE ME!” He shouted back.

“WHO THE FUCK SAYS I HAVE TO FORGIVE YOU, BAKUGOU?!” You said, emphasizing the use of his family name. The name that you also held.

“Don’t call me that, baby, please.” He whimpered.

“DON’T FUCKING CALL ME THAT BAKUGOU! WE’RE DONE!” You shouted and walked away to your room with him following you. He kept spewing apologies up until you opened the bedroom door. It was a horrible mess and the stench of sex filled the air. You covered your mouth and nose as tears pricked your eyes before walking in to open your closet, disappointed as you noticed all the pictures of you two were flipped to be hidden. When you opened the doors, you didn’t find your clothes. “Where the fuck is my stuff, Bakugou.”

“I’m not telling you because you’re not leaving me, Y/N!” He said as he tried to hug you from behind before you pushed him off again.

“I’m not staying here! Tell me where my stuff is so I can leave!” You demanded.

“Like hell I will! We haven’t even had a full talk about this! You can’t just leave!” He said. You watched as tears fell down his face which only made you even more angry. He was crying? He did this! This is all his fault! How can he be the one upset?! “Y/N please, I’ll get on my fucking knees and beg you to stay if it’s what it takes but you can’t go! We’ve been together for 13 years! 13! Even before UA-“

“And you threw all that away when you decided to sleep with someone else.” You said calmly. You walked out of the room in search for your clothes as he followed and continued to speak with sobs breaking apart his sentences.

“Y/N please! I- I can fix this! You don’t have to go! You can stay and we can be happy, just like we’ve always been! Just like we were a few minutes ago before that bitch walked in and ruined everything!” He cried making you turn around in a snap.

“She didn’t ruin anything Katsuki. When you allowed her to come into your life and into our home, that’s when you fucked up. You did this to us. You ruined everything.” You said before continuing your search.

“T-Tell me what you want Y/N! I’ll make it happen! I’ll do anything- I’ll give you the fucking world! As long as you stay!” He begged. You approached the guest room in silence and Bakugou grew frantic as he blocked you from going in. “Please- don’t.”

“All my stuff is in there, isn’t it?” You asked, already knowing the answer and only having it confirmed when he remained silent. “Get out of my way.”

Bakugou shook his head as he kept the door block as you tried to pry your way through. Growing frustrated, you used a small amount of your quirk to blast him through the door, having him groan in pain as he hit the floor and watched you find your clothes in the guest room closet. You began packing your things and Bakugou was quick to stand and take everything you put in your bag out. “Stop it!”

“No! You’re staying with me! You’re not leaving me Y/N- I won’t lose you again!” He said as he tossed your bag across the room. You watched it go and stood in disbelief at his childish antics.

“Heh, you know what? Whatever, keep all the clothes. Maybe you’ll gift it to the next girl you decide to bring back here.” You said with attitude.

“I’m not bringing anybody else through those doors! I ONLY WANT YOU Y/N!” He shouted.

“Doubtful. Keep it, burn it, regift it, I don’t care. With my salary I can buy myself a new wardrobe and a new apartment. Far. Away. From you.” You said and walked out of the room. As you tried to exit the house, Katsuki pulled you back into his arms as you struggled in his grip with your face smushed against his chest.

“Please! Please tell me what you want! I’ll do anything! I’ll buy you anything! We’ll do whatever you want- Y/N I’ll even quit my job! Just please don’t go! Please forgive me!” He cried before you harshly pushed him off to reveal your sobbing face.

“I WANT TO LEAVE! BECAUSE I DONT WANT THIS ANYMORE KATSUKI!” You shouted before wiping your eyes and bringing your voice down. “I wanted my husband there with me at the hospital! I wanted him to be the first face that I saw when I woke up! But you couldn’t even give me that! Instead, you were in our home in our bed with some random person you found wherever having sex with her despite the fact that you’re a married man! …I was in a fucking hospital fighting for my life and my husband was too busy cheating on me, trying not to think about me…..I want to leave Katsuki.”

“….I can’t let you do that Y/N…I’m sorry. But I can’t do this without you.” He cried as you listed all his shortcomings. “I’ll give you whatever-“

“I don’t want material things!” You shouted in exhaustion. “I wanted your loyalty and love!”

“And you have that!”

“We wouldn’t be in this situation if I did!” You said. “I’m leaving, Katsuki. And not you or anybody else in this fucking world is going to stop me. If you try and trap me here I will break down these walls myself and get out. If you force me to stay I will do whatever it takes to get away from you. I’m not staying with you. So we’re done. And we’re getting a divorce, whether you like it or not.”

As you walked to the door you could hear his heart breaking cries as you opened the exit. “Y/N please. I don’t want this, I waited months for you to come home to me…I need you.”

“When are you gonna realize Katsuki? This is your fault. You did this to us.”

And with that, you shut the door on the house, the home, the relationship, and him. And it was all his fault.

A/N: Y’all ima be writing a part 2 for this so stay tuned

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