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[bloody-bee-tea]

Beetober 2024 Day 19 - Wasting

Hitoshi can’t do this anymore.

It’s been three weeks since he ran into Bakugo by chance, three weeks after five blissful years of silence and now Bakugo is everywhere. And it seems he’s deliberately searching out Hitoshi as well, because whenever they cross paths, there’s a triumphant little smile on Bakugo’s face—one that does not make him hot, Hitoshi refuses to admit that—before he barges right into Hitoshi’s personal space and starts pestering him.

And sadly the circle isn’t broken today.

“You should go back to training,” Bakugo says as his greeting, roaming his eyes over Hitoshi’s body. “You need to get back into the swing of things if you want to get anywhere.”

“There’s no swing to get back into and there’s nowhere I want to get,” Hitoshi sighs out, completely exhausted by the constant badgering. “I am right where I want to be.”

“Bullshit,” Bakugo almost spits out and there’s a fire blazing in his eyes. “The only other person who wanted to be a hero even more badly than Deku and me was you. There is no way you’re happy where you are. No fucking way.”

Hitoshi slumps where he stands, a deep weariness draping over him and he lazily blinks at Bakugo.

“Did it ever occur to you that maybe this is what I want to do? That things simply changed for me and I am happy where I am?”

Bakugo sneers at the mere suggestion.

“You’re better than this. You can do so much more. You just gotta work hard and you’ll make the fucking rankings in no time.”

Hitoshi hates to admit it but something about Bakugo’s insistent and unwavering faith in him warms Hitoshi down to the core. The thing is just that Bakugo has it all wrong because Hitoshi is a hero, just an underground one, and there is no way in hell he’s ever going to show up in any rankings, ever.

Not in the public ones, anyway.

There are rankings for underground heroes and Hitoshi is already so high up on those that it’s almost unbelievable, and there are only two other heroes outranking him but that is because they have been in the business for double the time Hitoshi has.

He’s gonna get them eventually, he knows that, especially with how more and more undercover missions come his way, more dangerous ones and ones that take months at a time.

Hitoshi’s gonna make the top, no matter what.

“Did I fucking lose you somewhere?” Bakugo snaps out, startling Hitoshi back into the here and now and Hitoshi lets out a weary sigh.

He wishes he could just shut Bakugo up, tell him exactly what kind of work he’s doing, but his entire existence is buried under so many NDAs that Hitoshi really fucking can’t. Bakugo might be one of the top ten, but he’s not allowed to know that Hitoshi is in any way affiliated with any kind of hero work.

He simply doesn’t have the clearance for it, and isn’t that kind of laughable.

“I’m tired,” Hitoshi simply gives back when Bakugo continues to glare at him and Bakugo scoffs.

“What? Police working you to your bone?” he asks and Hitoshi shrugs.

It’s a good cover, especially because he does consult for the police during kidnappings and hostage situations occasionally.

“Just didn’t sleep well,” Hitoshi mutters back, caught off guard by the sudden concern on Bakugo’s face but it’s not as if he can tell him that nightmares from his last mission keep him up at night.

“You need to work out more, tire yourself out, you moron. Come to my agency, I can get you a training plan,” Bakugo grumbles and it almost doesn’t sound like a threat but an offer so it takes Hitoshi a moment.

“I’m not going to train with you or at your agency,” Hitoshi firmly tells him because one, he already gets enough training as it is, two, there is no way in hell he’s going to let Bakugo train him for anything and three, if his handler catches him anywhere near one of the more popular agencies Hitoshi is dead meat.

“How do you keep finding me, anyway?” Hitoshi belatedly asks because he makes sure to alternate the routes he takes so as to not lead anyone close to his home or his preferred haunts but Bakugo always finds him effortlessly.

“I’m just good like that,” Bakugo shrugs, clearly completely confident in his abilities and Hitoshi hates that he kind of has to agree with him.

Not that he would ever say that out loud.

“Well, don’t be. I don’t want to see you again,” Hitoshi tells him right as he walks past Bakugo who thankfully doesn’t follow him but that doesn’t mean he lets him leave quietly.

“Come to my fucking agency!”

Hitoshi simply waves over his shoulder before he gets out his secure phone to text his handler.

Get someone to predict where I go. Dynamight keeps finding me and if he can, others might be able to as well, he shoots off and then submits himself to feeling watched basically 24/7.

The things he does to keep his identity hidden.

~*~*~

Dynamight must have bugged you, agents can’t keep up with you, is the answer he gets four days later after two more encounters with Bakugo and now that’s just insane.

So the next time Bakugo seeks him out, Hitoshi confronts him.

“Did you fucking bug me?” he asks, shoving Bakugo as soon as he’s in reach but Bakugo only blinks at him.

“Why the fuck would I need to do that?”

“You keep finding me!”

“That’s because you’re goddamn predictable,” Bakugo shoots back, though there is a smug smile on his face.

Now, Hitoshi knows for a fact that he is not predictable, because he makes it a point not to be and his handler confirmed he’s damn good at it, too, so Bakugo is spewing utter bullshit.

“How do you keep finding me?” Hitoshi presses out and Bakugo must realise that this is no longer just teasing because his face smooths out.

“I don’t know, I just do. I didn’t bug you and I don’t have anyone following you.”

“We didn’t run into each other for five years, what the fuck is going on?” Hitoshi whispers and he almost fears that the universe is playing a trick on him.

There is no other explanation for it, because he believes Bakugo. As crazy as that might sound.

“Well, can you just stop finding me?” Hitoshi asks after a moment, pinching the bridge of his nose, because he can’t deal with this.

“Beats me,” Bakugo shrugs but he does walk away. “Offer to train still stands,” he calls over his shoulder before he vanishes and Hitoshi groans when he feels a new headache setting in.

Just what he needed today.

~*~*~

Hitoshi has no clue how it happens but he has coffee with Bakugo twice a week and they meet for dinner at least once. Always on accident.

It’s irrational and stupid and could honest to god endanger his entire career and yet they somehow end up at the same shop this afternoon again and then find themselves at the same table, too.

This is so stupid.

“I can’t believe this,” Hitoshi groans out just as Bakugo sits down opposite of him and he’s almost scared to pick his head out of his arms when he hears Bakugo slide something over the table to him. “What’s that?”

“Use your fucking eyes, moron,” Bakugo says, explaining absolutely nothing and so Hitoshi moves just enough to be able to make out the word ‘apprenticeship’ before he drops it back down with a groan.

“Absolutely not. Will you fucking drop it?”

“I would if you wouldn’t fucking waste your life away,” Bakugo snaps out and he sounds seriously angry. “You’re wasting your talent. You could be a damn good hero and yet here you are, rotting away. What the fuck happened to you? Where did all your goddamn ambition go?”

“Away, Bakugo. It happens sometimes, so just let it rest.”

Going by the way he works his jaw, Bakugo is not going to let it rest.

“It doesn’t have to be with me,” Bakugo says as he taps the flyer still on the table. “There are a number of other heroes who are good at what they do. My phone number is in there, give me a call when you find your fucking backbone.”

With that he slides out of the booth and leaves Hitoshi and his rapidly cooling coffee alone, for which Hitoshi should be grateful.

Instead he just feels tired.

~*~*~

“In how much trouble am I going to get if I just tell Bakugo I’m an underground hero?” Hitoshi asks as he barges into his parent’s home and immediately he has both their undivided attention.

“So much,” Yamada immediately says and Aizawa nods.

“Too much. Sit. Explain.”

Hitoshi doesn’t so much as sit but flop down on the couch, burying his head in the cushions and hoping that they might just smother him.

“What’s going on, Toshi?” Yamada asks as he gently cards his fingers through Hitoshi’s hair and Hitoshi can feel himself melting into the couch.

“Bakugo is going on,” he mutters and Yamada snorts, while Aizawa sits down on the ground, near Hitoshi’s head.

“What’s he doing?”

“Being an annoying, supportive prick,” Hitoshi grunts and forces himself to turn around.

He can’t quite find the strength to sit up, but this has to do.

“That—sounds like a pretty accurate summary of Bakugo, actually,” Yamada decides as he moves around the couch to sit at the other end, placing Hitoshi’s legs in his lap.

“He’s trying to figure out where you work?” Aizawa asks and Hitoshi snorts.

“I wish. Then he’d know I’m a hero and he would stop pestering me.”

“Pestering you about what?” Aizawa not so patiently asks and Yamada shuts him up.

“No, wait, wait, full stop. Since when are you talking to Bakugo, anyway?”

“That’s the entire problem, papa! I’m not! I don’t even know how this happened. One day he spots me in the streets and next I know, he’s everywhere. I swear to the gods, he has a sixth sense for me, because it doesn’t make sense otherwise. Our own agents can’t follow me or predict where I go and yet Bakugo is there, always. It’s driving me insane.”

“What does he want from you?”

“He wants me to become a hero,” Hitoshi whispers out and there is still enough of that jaded, hurt child left in him that the mere sentiment makes him feel warm.

He could have needed Bakugo’s unwavering faith ten years ago.

“He keeps making all these offers; wants me to train in his agency, wants me to do an apprenticeship, offers to connect me to people. It’s insane.”

“That—doesn’t sound like Bakugo at all.”

“He keeps going on about how I’m wasting my potential, how I could be so much more than I am. I really fucking want to tell him but my handler won’t let me,” Hitoshi complaints, because he’s had this talk with his handler several times already but no dice.

“Wow, Bakugo must really think a lot of you,” Yamada mutters out and Aizawa hums.

“You want to tell him?”

“I want him off my back,” Hitoshi gives back but Aizawa levels him with a look.

“You sure about that?”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“I think what your dad is trying to say is that this sounds a little bit like boy problems,” Yamada not-at-all helpfully chimes in and Hitoshi freezes.

“What the fuck.”

“I mean, come on. You come in here, just to complain about a boy. A boy, who as far as I understand it, goes out of his way to not only find you but also places his considerable faith in you. Bakugo’s expectations for others are almost as high as those for himself and if he thinks you can meet them then that certainly means something.”

“Oh no,” Hitoshi mutters out, completely horrified to realise that maybe all the meetings at coffee shops and their weekly dinners could have been dates. “Oh no, fuck no.”

“No, how am I just realising this or no, I hate Bakugo and don’t ever want to see him again?” Yamada asks for clarification and Hitoshi is completely mortified because it’s the first.

Fuck, how can it be the first?

“I guess that’s your answer right there,” Aizawa amusedly says as Hitoshi buries his face in his hands and lets out a groan as if he’s dying.

“This can’t be happening,” he mutters, because it can’t but maybe it is.

Maybe Bakugo’s unwavering faith in Hitoshi wore him down. Maybe spending time with Bakugo hasn’t been the worst. Maybe meeting him is a highlight of every given day and maybe Hitoshi is completely and utterly fucked.

“I can’t believe I actually like meeting him.”

“You like him. Of course you like meeting him.”

“He thinks I’m a fucking slob who only occasionally does consulting work with the police, I have no fucking chance.”

“From what I’m gathering from your breakdown here is that Bakugo is going out of his way to meet you and trying to get you back to something that meant the world to you. That doesn’t sound like someone who doesn’t care.”

“You’re not allowed to be logical about this,” Hitoshi accusingly says, but of course Aizawa is unfazed.

“What do you want to do about it?” Yamada asks and that, at least is something Hitoshi can answer.

“Nothing. I already talked to my handler, I’m not allowed to tell Bakugo anything. And if I’m not allowed to do that, I’m not going to do anything. That’s not a basis for a relationship.”

Fuck, even saying that word makes Hitoshi go hot all over.

“I’m going to call in a few favours,” Aizawa decides as he gets up, leaving for his office before Yamada or Hitoshi can say anything.

“You think he’ll have any luck?”

“There are very many people who owe him one,” Yamada shrugs and sinks down deeper into the couch. “Seems like we’ll have to wait. Movie time?”

“Sure,” Hitoshi shrugs, because that might take his mind off Bakugo and that’s really all he wants right now.

He can come to terms with his feelings later.

~*~*~

It’s well into the second movie when the printer in Aizawa’s office starts to go off and Hitoshi and Yamada share a glance.

It seems as if Aizawa has gotten somewhere with his favours if he needs to print something and anticipation makes the tips of Hitoshi’s finger tingle.

All for naught, because it takes another hour before Aizawa comes out, a seriously frightening stack of papers in his hands.

“What is all of this?” Hitoshi warily asks as Aizawa dumps them into his lap.

“These are all the papers Bakugo needs to sign for you to be able to tell him that you’re a successful underground hero.”

Hitoshi blinks.

“All of these papers, just for that?”

“All of these papers, just for that,” Aizawa agrees. “If you want to talk to him about your agency or less classified mission details you’ll need to put him down as your confidant as well as medical proxy.”

Hitoshi immediately flushes because—well. That’s usually reserved for family and spouses and Bakugo really is neither and Hitoshi hates that the thought is tempting, still. He could just put Bakugo down as his confidant, have him sign even more papers and then be able to rant to him about his fucked up missions.

“Oh, he’s thinking about it,” Yamada whispers out and even Aizawa seems pained.

“Bakugo, really?” he asks, something he clearly wanted to do all this time and Hitoshi fights the urge to stick his tongue out at him.

“Yeah, well, apparently loud blondes are the way to go for us,” he snipes out as he gathers the papers together and gets up as Yamada sputters to the side.

“Thanks for this, dad. Seriously.”

“Whatever,” Aizawa says with an eyeroll but there’s a small smile on his face and Hitoshi darts in for a quick hug before he turns around to Yamada.

“Do let us know how it went,” Yamada pleads and Hitoshi nods, already fishing his phone out of his pocket.

He saved Bakugo’s number even though he never did end up sending him a message but it takes no time at all to type a short one out.

Meet me here, now. S. H. is all he sends, with his home address attached and he waits just long enough to see that it’s marked as read before he deletes everything again.

He might be excited, but he’s not stupid and he does like his job. He’s not going to jeopardize it just for Bakugo, even though the thought is tempting.

Fuck you, is Bakugo’s reply shortly after, and then a second message: omw.

“Alright, gotta go,” Hitoshi calls out, rushing to get his shoes on and then he’s out of the door without even hearing his parents wishing him good luck.

He makes it to his place before Bakugo, so it gives him some time to fret over this entire thing, but his spiral is interrupted when someone knocks at his door and Hitoshi rushes to open it.

“This better not be a booty call,” Bakugo grumbles as he pushes into the apartment and Hitoshi’s brain briefly shuts down, before he finds his footing.

“Why, you wouldn’t have come for that?” he asks, once his higher brain functions come back online and Bakugo only scoffs, which is not a no in Hitoshi’s opinion.

“What the fuck do you want?”

“I want you to read all of that and then sign them,” Hitoshi says and points to the towering stack of papers on his table.

Seriously, the amount of paperwork that goes into this is insane.

“The fuck is this?” Bakugo mutters as he sits down on the couch, pulling the papers closer and Hitoshi sees how his eyebrow rise higher and higher. “What is going on?” he finally asks after skimming the first page and Hitoshi mimes zipping his mouth shut and throwing the key away before he points at the papers again.

“Unless you sign these.”

Bakugo looks between the stack of paper and Hitoshi several times before he nods seemingly to himself and gets to reading. He takes it incredibly seriously, for which Hitoshi is thankful because not even he knows what’s in the fine print of these papers, but he guesses if Bakugo accidentally breaks any of the NDAs he’s about to sign he can kiss his career goodbye.

It takes Bakugo ages to go through all the pages and Hitoshi is a nervous mess the entire time but finally, finally Bakugo puts his signature on the last paper and Hitoshi lets out a sigh of relief.

“So what is all this bullshit about?”

“I’m an underground hero and I’m ranked third on our own ranking boards, so I’m kind of good at what I’m doing,” Hitoshi blurts out almost immediately and then he can finally relax.

“What the fuck,” Bakugo says after a lengthy pause and he sounds seriously angry, which makes Hitoshi wary. “Was it funny letting me make a fool out of myself all this time?” he then snaps and Hitoshi sits up, pinning him with a glare.

“This—” he points at the papers “—did not come cheap. I’m not allowed to talk about any of this shit. My parents know because they are my parents and that’s it. I had to go in several times because you kept finding me when not even our own agents could. They did a sweep of my entire apartment and I had to change my phone three times because you kept finding me. Aizawa had to call in a lot of favours for me to be able to tell you even that much because my handler is adamant that you don’t get to know. I couldn’t tell you shit, not before this. And I’m taking my job seriously, Bakugo.”

Bakugo works his jaw for a moment longer before he finally deflates.

“As you fucking should,” he admits and rubs a hand over his face. “Underground, huh? Makes sense, stupid of me not to consider,” he mutters and Hitoshi shrugs.

“It works best for my quirk. Aizawa got me in and then things just took off.” He pauses briefly. “I’m not allowed to talk missions with you, or about my agency. Just—if I vanish without warning, I’m—working.”

“Working,” Bakugo repeats with a nod and then leans forward. “So now what? You did this to make me back off? Finally annoyed by me assuming the worst of you?”

“Charmed that you even had any kind of faith in me, more like,” Hitoshi shoots back, “and kind of hoping that with this out of the way we can finally talk about other shit during our—” he almost says dates but bites himself off at the last possible second. “Meetings,” he finally finishes lamely and going by the smirk on Bakugo’s face he knows exactly what Hitoshi wanted to say.

“Fine,” Bakugo says as he gets up and Hitoshi freezes completely when he’s suddenly right in his space. “I’ll find you for our next date,” he whispers, way too close to Hitoshi already and yet Hitoshi is still surprised when Bakugo’s lips brush over his.

The contact is brief, fleeting, and by the time Hitoshi comes back online, Bakugo is already out of the door.

“I hate you,” Hitoshi yells after him because what the fuck was that but the only answer he gets is the closing door.

At least until his phone chimes in his pocket.

Tell me about it over coffee is the message he finds and yeah.

Hitoshi thinks he will do exactly that.

[hyuge]

Baby Daddy

Camie and Bakugou dated for a bit in high school but quickly realized it wasn't going to work and broke it off mutually. They stayed friends afterwards, no biggie. Several years later, Camie shows up at Bakugou's doorstep because she's pregnant and the dad didn't want anything to do with it. She wants to keep the baby but she's freaking out and needs someone more levelheaded than she is to talk to. Bakugou, who actually really loves kids, tells her he's gonna help her out the whole way through. He agrees not to go murder the asshole that would bail on her but he's pissed so he is just going to channel that energy into being the best fucking uncle that kid'll ever have.

Meanwhile, Kirishima is finally working up the nerve to confess his many years long crush on Bakugou. He tells himself he's finally going to do it. Bakugou hasn't really dated anyone in a long time, they're both established in their careers, they spend all their time together already, and then he gets a call from Bakugou.

"I need to tell you something but you have to keep it to yourself. It's really important that this doesn't get around."

Kirishima smiles and says, "Yeah, sure. Anything for you."

And then Bakugou tells him that Camie is at his apartment and she's pregnant. Kirishima drops his phone in a panic, heart racing. He knew Camie and Bakugou were still close and that he never really dated anyone after her. He just assumed they were just friends. Bakugou said the breakup was mutual. But was it really? had bakugou lied about it to save face and the reason he hadn't dated anyone up to this point was because he still had feelings for her? But then if they were back together, why wouldn't Bakugou have told him? Kirishima scrambles to pick up the phone but he can't think straight, so he doesn't hear anything else Bakugou is saying. "I'm sorry. I gotta go."

"What? Kirishi-"

He hangs up the phone. Kirishima has a meltdown thinking he waited too long and missed his chance.

Bakugou can't get ahold of him for awhile after that. He's pissed, but he pushes it aside because he promised to help Camie and he still has hero work to do. So he does the things her boyfriend should have. He takes her to the doctor, helps her pick out baby stuff, makes sure she's eating the proper meals a pregnant woman needs.

At one point Camie slips going down the stairs and Bakugou calls Todoroki. He tells him to bring his brother over because they need a doctor and he's not taking Camie to the ER where there's a bunch of nosy fuckers. Natsuo looks her over, says she's okay but if anything starts to hurt or feel off to give him a call. Bakugou tells Camie to move in with him until the baby comes. His place is bigger and this way he can keep an eye on her better. She's annoyed but agrees. Meanwhile, Bakugou still can't get ahold of Kirishima.

When Kirishima finally answers the phone he laughs awkwardly and makes an excuse about work being busy. Bakugou tells him that Camie's moving in and asks if he can help move stuff. Kirishima says he can't because he's busy that day (a lie).

Eventually, they're spotted baby shopping. Photos of them buying a crib and looking at baby clothes are plastered all over the internet. Bakugou never checks skeezy news sites, but Camie googles herself daily. The headlines are already twisted:

"IllusoMight having a baby?" "Pro Hero Dynamight and Pro Hero IllusoCamie spotted baby shopping!" "...sources say Dynamight and IllusoCamie dated in high school. It would seem their breakup wasn't as permanent as people thought!"

Camie yells for Bakugou from the other room. "Hey babe, I think you should look at this." Before he can even see what she's yelling about, his phone is ringing. Denki's name is on the screen when Bakugou answers.

"You're having a baby?!"

"What the fuck are you on about, sparks for brains?"

"It's all over the news. Pictures of you and Utsushimi baby shopping." Bakugou curses and rushes to the other room. Camie's holding her phone up with the screen facing him. "Why didn't you tell us you two were back together?"

"We're not," Bakugou growls. "I'm just helping her out because some asshole knocked her up and bailed."

"Were you the asshole?"

"Shut up." Bakugou hangs up the phone and collapses onto the sofa next to her.

Camie makes a joke about how the photos were pretty good candid shots. He glares at her and she sighs, holding her arms out for him to cuddle. Bakugou rests his head on her stomach and feels the baby kicking his face. He's so mad because fuck those shitty paparazzi, and the one person he wants to talk to the most isn't answering the phone.

He decides to try calling Kirishima again. After the third attempt, he picks up the phone. "Hey. I can't really talk I'm-"

"Busy. I know." Bakugou interrupts. His voice cracks.

"Hey. Hey, what's wrong?"

Bakugou sighs. "Can you come over? Please?"

There's a long pause before Kirishima finally answers with an, "Okay. I'll be there in twenty."

When Kirishima finally shows up he looks around the apartment before asking, "Where's Utsushimi?"

Bakugou waves him inside the apartment. "In her room, resting."

"Her room?"

Bakugou narrows his gaze at him. "Yeah, her room."

Kirishima has a confused look on his face, but shakes his head, deciding not to say whatever it is that was on his mind. "So, what's going on?"

Bakugou sits on the armrest of his sofa and sighs in defeat. "It's this whole pregnancy thing. I guess word started to spread."

"Oh," says Kirishima. "I know you wanted to keep a secret. I'm sure it's hard having a baby as a pro hero when you're not married."

"Mm. Camie seems more chill about it than expected. I think it helps that everyone online is saying how she's glowing. As if she couldn't make herself glow begin with." He rolls his eyes.

Kirishima nods slowly. "What about you? A baby's a huge change. That's gotta be hard."

"S'not like it's really my responsibility."

Kirishima actually looks mad about that for some reason. "Of course it's your responsibility! How could you say something so flippant when you're about to be a dad?"

"What?"

"You're having a baby but you're saying it's not your responsibility," explains Kirishima.

"I'm not having a fucking baby."

"What?" This time it was Kirishima's turn to be confused.

"Did you not hear anything I said to you on the phone before?"

"Um..." Kirishima's cheeks flushed red and he rubbed the back of his neck.

"I told you some asshole knocked her up and ditched. I'm just helping her out."

Kirishima's eyes grow rounder than Bakugou had ever seen them before. "So... You're not having a baby?"

"No."

"And you're not back together with Utsushimi?"

"No."

"And you're not still in love with her?"

"Hell. Fucking. No."

And then Kirishima is so visibly relieved that without thinking he reaches for Bakugou and pulls him into a kiss, startling him, but he doesn't fight it. They straighten out their feelings after that, and of course because Camie is Camie, she had the whole thing recording in a livestream to clear up any and all internet confusion on whether or not Dynamight was her baby daddy.

[writersmorgue]

Febuwhump Day 2 - Solitary Confinement

TWs in tags || read on Ao3 || wc: 678

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“Jirou, are you getting anything?” Hizashi speaks into his mic while kicking the fourth guard he’s knocked out from his path. 

The heroine sighs into the receiver, “Only some weird shuffling from sub-level three, but it could be mechanical. This building is massive, who knows what’s down there.”

“Heard.” He chews on his lip, pulling another tranquilizer from his pack and loading it into the gun. 

There are only four heroes at this location, something that Hizashi vehemently opposed, considering this was a rescue mission. There were six possible hideouts they had to check, and unfortunately not an unlimited supply of heroes available to work the case. 

“Three more ahead of you and I can’t clock anything else.” Jirou relays, the wind from outside rustling in her comm.

Hizashi nods to himself and continues, easily taking two more guards out. The farther he goes the less hope he has that Tokoyami is even here. 

Three weeks ago the hero had been kidnapped on patrol. He’d been alone since typically daylight routes are less dangerous, but Hizashi knew that mindset would kick them in the ass one day.

They received a ransom note from some underground ring of some sort. Drugs, trafficking, it didn’t matter at that point. They were getting desperate and took a hero as a last-ditch effort to face less punishment. Probably why there were barely any people here. 

He makes his way down two levels, reaching one last guard who looks like he could be in charge. 

“What are you guarding down here?” Hizashi asks on a whim, holding the mangled warden in his hands. 

He gives Hizashi a bloody smile, “The lights.”

Hizashi glances up at the dim lights and then the panel outside the padlocked door behind him. It looks well-sealed, with a small switch next to it flipped off. 

The man coughs, splattering blood on Hizashi’s jacket, “He shut up when we turned the lights off.”

Hizashi fumes, disposing of the guard swiftly. “Earphone Jack, be advised and call medical. I think he’s here.” 

“Really? Is he unconscious?”

“I don’t know, they said they’d been keeping him with the lights off. Dark Shadow might have done something.” He contemplates, flicking the light on and beginning to turn the large spoke handle. 

“Medical is on their way, are you able to get to him without assistance?” 

He grunts, hearing the door’s seal hiss as he tugs it open, “Not sure yet. If he’s just behind the door then-” His mouth clicks shut without his permission. The air thickens in his lungs. 

“Mic? Is everything ok?”

“Jirou. Let medical know they cannot come down here until Eraserhead is with them.” 

“What is it, Mic? Is he okay? Should I send for Recovery Girl as well?” 

Mic turns away from the scene in front of him, repressing the urge to vomit.

“No, Jirou. This is now a recovery mission.” He winces at her audible reaction. 

“You’re… you’re sure? What if Recovery Girl can help-”

“Kid, he’s been gone for a while. They kept him down here alone with the lights off, I think his quirk… I just need Eraser in case it’s still in his body.” 

“Oh my god- I’m gonna… um… I’m gonna patch you through.” 

There’s a moment of silence followed by a few beeps. 

“Mic? What’s going on? The page says you changed the status to recovery.” Shouta’s voice is comforting, and Mic finally allows himself to breathe for a moment, stepping out of the small room. 

“Shouta, he… I think he lost control of Dark Shadow. I don’t know how long he made it but… There’s barely anything left. He tore him apart.”

“Fuck!” Shouta curses, “You’re sure he’s…?”

Hizashi forces himself to turn back around. He walks towards the body, crouching down barely within reaching distance. 

He holds his fingers out to the hand laying limp on the floor. Flinching back at the feeling, he sighs and removes his jacket to cover Tokoyami’s twisted neck and head shoved behind his back against the concrete wall he’s leaning on. 

“He’s… cold.”

[cheese-doorstop48]

Izuku has his own problem children now

[glitterycvm]

USELESS₊˚⊹♡

[•~AGEDUP!PROHERO!MIDORYIA X F!READER~•] smut/slight angst

synopsis: your pro hero boyfriend comes back angry and hurt and needs a way to relieve some stress

warnings: dom!izuku sub!reader degradation, spanking, use of "whore" and "slut", praise

a/n: pt.2?

the front door slams, which is soon accompanied by faint footsteps gradually getting louder and louder. they sounded urgent and quick. the suspense making your heart race and stomach drop.

you leave your room to further investigate the sudden footsteps, only to be greeted by your boyfriend, izuku sat on the couch. but something was off about him. he didn't have his usual soft and caring personality. his aura wasn't so welcoming and gentle.

"please izuku, baby- just talk to me..." you sigh. izuku had just came home from a mission and he seemed frustrated. and you had been urging the man to open up, after all izuku wasn't the type to get angry easily.

"I told you I'm fine." he shuts you off again. that's all he had been repeating for the last 10 minutes. he kept brushing you off, ignoring the obvious tint of worry slowly spreading all over your face.

"baby please- tell me-"

"fine. you wanna know so bad huh? just can't leave me alone. I'll show you then, since you can't mind your own fucking business." he snaps. you've never seen this side of him. he looked so angry, and frustrated. he was fed up with whatever it was bothering him.

izuku grabs your hands forcefully, his grasp making it impossible for you to even attempt to break through. but it wasn't like you would try to, seeing izuku so fed up and furious sorta turned you on, but you would never tell him that.

eagerly, the green haired man drags you to your sharfed bedroom, slamming the door as quickly as he could. he shoves you onto the mattress, his shadow towering all over you. before you could realize his rough calloused hands reach for the hem of your shorts, toying with the waistband.

"can I?" izuku always made sure he had your approval before doing anything, after all his biggest fear is hurting you. you nod, completely lost in the sudden adrenaline rush.

izuku sighs, his frustration grows even more, he delivers a soft but warning slap on your leg. "y'know better, use your words." it was evident he wasn't messing around. "you can..." was all it took before izuku slides your shorts off in one swift motion, leaving one small rip in them.

you sigh loudly at the sensation of the cold air hitting your naked legs. then a finger runs all over your panties, teasing your soaking hole, slick seeping through the soft cotton fabric. he smirks at the sight. "mm-, didn't know I could do this to ya, makes me feel kinda useful for once..." he chuckles, fingers rubbing your clothed clit.

deep breaths quicken as you ache for more stimulation, hips slowly grinding against his finger. izuku sucks his teeth before holding your hips down, restricting you from any movement. "if you want more, you gotta ask princess." he adds, a cocky grin painted all over his face.

"p-please zuku- more.." you mumble out. he scoffs loudly again, another slap meeting your thigh, this time a little bit harder. "for what? don't act dumb now." he snaps, fingers now rubbing over your clothed clit even slower. despite how humiliated you felt, you were so desperate for more. "please baby, I need you in me..."

panties are thrown across the bedroom, your bare pussy out for him. he lets a hand rub all over your inner thighs, collecting all the arousal which seeped out. "looks like I don't needa prep you huh, pretty girl? but what else did I expect from a slut like you.." he chuckles before reaching down to his belt.

he slowly unbuckles the belt, before stopping suddenly. "nah, since you wanted to piss me off, you do it." grabbing one of your soft gentle hands and placing them on his belt. and you oblige, you didn't care what it took, all you wanted was his cock in you right now.

you unbuckle his belt and slide his boxers off, freeing his girthy cock. his hairs were trimmed and his tip was a rosy pink, veins decorating the length. izuku shudders, "mmm, what do you want baby?" he cooes, hands caressing your cheek.

"I want youu-zuku please put it in" you beg, your eyes staring back up at him so gently. izuku smiles warmly for a split second, distracting you from the fact he had just pushed your legs all the way down to your chest, knees touching your chest. he slams himself in, the girth stretching you out, leaving you with a painful yet pleasurable burn.

the two of you let out breathy moans, which are soon disturbed from izuku's sudden harsh thrusts. usually when you two had sex, he was so gentle and sweet. slow but passionate thrusts as he whispered sweet nothings in your ears. but right now, you weren't even sure if this was the same izuku you knew before.

"everybody sayin im fuckin useless..." he groans, hips bucking into your even quicker, making you yelp out with pleasure. his cock moving in and out of your walls at an impossible speed. "always talking about m'not good for anything." he scoffs

you now were beginning to piece together what had happened earlier, what left izuku so angry earlier. you knew people would constantly mock him for his quirk, and his backstory. and usually he wouldn't care, after all why should he? but today was his breaking point.

"m'not useless though..." he mutters, hi thrusts getting sloppier, hands pushing your legs down even more. "isn't that right? nobody could ever fuck my girl as well as I can" he affirms, hands tilting your chin down, maintaining eye contact.

you nod, too lost in the pure bliss you were experiencing from the sensation of feeling his pelvis grind against your clit. not only that, but izuku was ramming into your g-spot in the right place too. making you sob for more.

"I asked you a question." he grunts, his thrusts getting harder and harsher as he slaps your thigh swiftly. making you yelp as you feel the sharp sting. "m- sorry! you- you fuck me so good zuku'" you cry out. you couldn't believe the erotic words leaving your lips right now. it was so embarrassing.

"yeah, dunno what they talking about. always talking shit. bet they none of them could even get you to the brink of an orgasm hm?" he grunts. at this point he was just mumbling to himself. too lost in his frustrated thoughts.

you could feel the edge of an orgasm overtake you. "f-f-fuck!! zuku! gonna cum-" you squeal. izuku groans, and sighs, an annoyed expression planted all over this face. "did I say you could? I wasn't done princess. hold it." he commands as he continues to fuck you into the mattress.

but you couldn't- not when he looked so hot all stressed and furious. the sweat beading off his forehead as he fucked you like a dirty whore. you twitch, body jolting up quickly. the overwhelming feeling of pleasure filling you up. your cum coats his cock quickly, making izuku whimper loudly.

"shit- didn't I tell you not to cum? dirty whore couldn't even listen to my directions. shouldn't have expected you to listen though, you selfish little brat." he scolds, harshly slapping your clit. leaving you sobbing loudly.

"guess I gotta show you how to be a good girl then."

[into-the-feniverse]

It’s Dabi’s birthday over here in the states now so have some doodles 🔥

[arson-09]

Tamlin is actually such an underrated character in acotar. Because of feyres very biased narrative she forces readers to ignore the complexity of his character and man. its sad

Tamlin is a character who is genuinely GOOD at his core. He changed so much of the spring court for good, eliminating slavery within the spring lands and mortals having more protection. Hes a morally good character that made a few mistakes and is boiled down to just those mistakes. Locking feyre in the house and the magical/emotional blow up, which are both pretty decent fuck ups (i dont think siding with hybern fully counts as he was a double agent all along and tamlin was decently justified in thinking feyre was being kept against her will. lets be fr here) and even after he’s extremely fucked over by the nightcourt, his lands and court burned to shit, he still saves rhysand. Saves rhysand and tells feyre to be happy, even when he has every reason to NOT do that!

Hes a character that clearly holds himself to a higher standard. throughout acotar he puts lucien and feyres safety above his own, even sending feyre away when she was the only one who could save him. Even though what he did to her wasnt great its not completely irredeemable, rhysand did much worse things to feyre and other people but hes living his best life while Tamlin seems to find himself unworthy of being a person (acosf wheres hes been in beast form for roughly over two years) hes a perfectionist who now doesnt even think he deserves anyone because he accidentally hurt the people he loves most.

Sjm accidentally created a beautifully rich and morally righteous character who is so extremely fucked by the narrative. Which doesnt even work half the time as sjm cant seemingly commit to making him a full villain (seemingly by accident again she gave him quite a reasonable explanation to everything he did ‘wrong’ but still chooses to make him a punching bag)

If Tamlin was genuinely a morally evil character he wouldnt have NEARLY the amount of fans as he does. Hes a character that requires the minimum amount of media literacy and comprehension to understand and i LOVE him.

[bloody-bee-tea]

Beetober 2024 Day 26 - Sinister Legion

Hitoshi comes to with a pounding headache. It takes him a moment to make the blurry outlines morph into something that makes actual sense but as soon as it does he lets out a deep sigh.

He's in a cell and Bakugo is slumped into a corner next to him.

Well, at least he found him, Hitoshi thinks and forces himself upright, only belatedly realising that his hands have been cuffed together.

Quirk-suppressing cuffs, no doubt, because he sees the same ones on Bakugo and he knows he would have blasted his way out of here already if his quirk was still working. Hitoshi flexes his fingers, please to find that the cuffs are not cutting off his circulation and then he flexes his quirk as well, simply because he can.

Since that very first time he was rendered useless by quirk-suppressing cuffs on a mission, the support department of his agency has come up with thin, ultra-durable, translucent gloves that go almost halfway up his forearms to prevent that from ever happening again and Hitoshi wears them whenever he has to go on a mission.

And yet again, they are saving his ass.

Hitoshi can feel almost twenty people in the near vicinity around him and that's a little bit more than they were expecting, to be honest. Well, nothing to be done about that, he guesses, the only thing that really matters is that they finally found Bakugo.

He's been missing for almost three days at this point, after being snatched up right on live TV and the nation has been in a frenzy ever since.

Hitoshi had been called in to do reconnaissance, not engage, but when do things ever go his way lately? It's not really a surprise to him that he ended up right there in a cell with Bakugo, but then again it could have gone so much worse.

Now they at least have a chance to make it out of here.

He drops his quirk when the pounding headache gets to be too much for the moment, but he got a first grasp on the enemy, so it has to be enough. Hitoshi can take some time to recuperate, because it's not as if he can go anywhere with Bakugo so clearly out of commission anyway.

And speaking of him—

"Hey, Bakugo," Hitoshi rasps out, shuffling closer to the slumped heap in the corner and every hope he had that the other man was just sleeping vanishes when nothing happens. "Fuck," Hitoshi mutters under his breath, carefully pressing the tips of his fingers to Bakugo's throat and at least his pulse is strong and steady.

Not yet dead, then, which is always a good thing. Hitoshi can work with a not dead Bakugo.

"Hey, asshole," Hitoshi says, a bit louder this time and poking his side insistently for good measure, too and just like that, Bakugo comes to, throwing his cuffed hands out and nearly hitting Hitoshi in the head.

He kind of deserves that, Hitoshi wryly thinks, because it is kind of stupid of him to be so close.

Bakugo blinks confusedly and Hitoshi notes with worry that his pupils are blown wide; either he's drugged or he has a pretty bad head injury and both things are just going to complicate their escape.

"You with me?" Hitoshi mutters, sitting back on his haunches and keeping half an eye and ear on the door.

He wouldn't want to get caught off guard again.

"Mindfreak?" Bakugo mutters, his voice slurring slightly and Hitoshi clicks his tongue.

This is real bad.

"You good?"

"'s blurry," Bakugo slurs out and yeah, Hitoshi feared as much.

"Drugs or injury?"

"Quirk," is the answer he gets which is something they can maybe work with.

At least Bakugo isn't suffering any brain damage then.

"You know what's going on?"

Bakugo frowns, clearly trying to form a coherent thought but in the end he only shakes his head slightly.

"You've been kidnapped. Been missing for three days. Everyone's freaking out, let me tell you that," Hitoshi mutters and Bakugo snarls but Hitoshi cuts him off before he can even start. "Yeah, yeah, could have gotten out yourself, yada yada yada, we all know how capable you are. Just relax for a moment, while I figure something out," Hitoshi tells him, which earns him a glare but it's better than the look of utter confusion Bakugo was sporting so far.

Hitoshi knows better than to check the cell door, it'll be locked and secured; Bakugo is known to get a little bit feral at times, so there's no way that whoever captured them is taking any chances with that. Bakugo doesn't seem to be starved or severely dehydrated, so someone must be coming by regularly to bring food and the quirk that's making Bakugo this disoriented must most likely be re-applied regularly as well.

"You get food?"

"Twice a day," Bakugo says after a way too long pause and Hitoshi purses his lips, wondering if it's really just a quirk that's influencing Bakugo or if there could possibly be an underlying injury.

"Same guy who quirks you?"

Bakugo's eyes slip shut again, but he still nods and okay. This is something Hitoshi can work with.

It doesn't seem as if he's going to get anything more out of Bakugo for now, so Hitoshi pushes himself off the ground and silently makes his way over to the cell door, peering through the bars. It's kind of unsettling to find that they are locked into something like a dungeon, but at least that gives Hitoshi the chance to see the empty hallway.

"So they don't keep guards down here, huh," he mutters, slowly twisting his hands, not really to get the cuffs of, more just to have to do something. It's kind of grounding, to feel the gloves between the cuffs and his skin and Hitoshi throws out his quirk again, just to reassure himself that he still can.

He takes more time to count this time, the throbbing in his head having died down significantly, and he counts nineteen minds in the vicinity around them. It's quite the number, but seeing as they managed to kidnapped Bakugo in the first place they really should have expected a larger group.

Hitoshi raises his hands, to carefully drag a finger over the skin behind is ear, taking caution not to exert too much pressure, and he breathes a little bit easier, knowing that the hidden bug is still there.

It's an unnecessary worry, because from the outside it looks like a mole and nothing more, and it's made out of organic material that Hitoshi doesn't want to think too much about so it wouldn't pop up on any of the scanners anyway.

He can't quite communicate through it, but it sends his GPS to his handler and when he presses on it, it signals the command to extract him, which is going to work well for them now. Especially since his handlers know not to barge in until he tells them to.

When Hitoshi hears a sound at the other end of the hall and feels one of the minds coming closer to them, he jerks away from the door and hurriedly sits back down on the floor. It's easy to play his dizziness up and in all honesty, he's not expecting much from this group.

Sure, they managed to snatch Bakugo, but dealing with a very public Pro Hero and dealing with an underground hero who has years of infiltration and undercover work under his belt are two very different things.

The door to their cell is being pushed open and a frankly plain-looking guy steps in, two bowls of what Hitoshi presumes to be food in his hands.

"Look who's awake," he drawls out and Hitoshi fights the urge to roll his eyes.

Instead he plays his fear up and presses himself into the wall behind him.

"Who are you?" he whispers out, making sure to not drop the dizzy act and it works like a charm.

Hitoshi can feel the string connecting him to the guy grow thicker and thicker with every word they exchange.

"That's none of your business. Just know that we're the Sinister Legion," the guy replies and some of Hitoshi's surprise at the incredibly stupid, cliché name must be visible on his face because the guy sneers at him. "You got something to say?" he demands to know and Hitoshi quickly ducks his head.

"No, no, of course not, sorry." He makes sure his voice trembles, makes himself appear as unthreatening as possible and it's so easy to play this guy that Hitoshi is almost bored.

"You better be." The guy drags his eyes over his body, clearly appraising him and Hitoshi curls further in on himself. "You must have some kind of localisation quirk, right? Real stupid of you to go after this one here yourself."

They guy kicks at Bakugo who seems still more out of it than anything and Hitoshi grits his teeth together.

"I just thought—" he weakly trails off, prompting the guy to speak to him again and the connection grows thicker yet again.

"That you could handle this alone? What, you want to be a hero so badly? Well, I have news for you: we're going to sell you off to the highest bidder and you can kiss your dream goodbye!"

The guy laughs as if he just told the most hilarious joke imaginable and it's all so incredibly boring, so unimaginative that Hitoshi is almost angry.

"But enough of that, the auction isn't that far off anymore and we have to prepare. Now, Dynamight-freak, time for your daily re-apply," the guy drawls, turning towards Bakugo and Hitoshi gently, so gently tugs on the string connecting them.

"He doesn't need it, he's barely conscious as it is," Hitoshi says, making it a subtle suggestion, sending it right over the string as a whispered persuasion and the guy stops to contemplate Bakugo for a moment. "It could do more harm than good," Hitoshi adds for good measure, keeping his hold as softly as he can and it's so easy he almost wants to laugh.

"Better not overdo it, the bidders want Dynamight, after all," the guy mutters. "Wouldn't do us any good if he's quirked out of his mind." He kicks Bakugo again. "You're getting off easy today, you should be thankful."

He doesn't wait for an answer, because of course there isn't one and simply leaves the cell, sliding the lock back into place and as soon as his steps fade away in the corridor, Hitoshi straightens up.

"The hell was that?" Bakugo suddenly says, already sounding steadier and Hitoshi smirks at him.

"Just me, doing my work," Hitoshi brightly gives back and gets up, testing the full range of his movement for the first time, but nothing hurts and nothing seems impacted enough to hinder him.

"You didn't take full control of him," Bakugo mutters, staring up at Hitoshi and the quirk must have a pretty strict time requirement because he seems almost all the way aware.

"Barging in with a sledgehammer is not always the way to go," Hitoshi shrugs. "Sometimes a little bit of subtlety is all you need."

Bakugo huffs, clearly noting the dig at his own usual approach, but Hitoshi doesn't bother to let this turn into a fight.

"Can you walk?" he wants to know and Bakugo glares at him before he gets up. He's not quite steady on his feet, leans more heavily against the wall than Hitoshi would like, but it'll have to do.

He's not going to drag this out for much longer, not when he doesn't know how long until the auction will take place. Twenty people is already more than pushing it after all; he only ever managed seventeen before, but that was years ago and he hasn't really tried again. He guesses he can hold them for two minutes max before his head will kill him for it, so they have to do this now, before more people show up.

There's no window in the cell but Hitoshi guesses it's early morning; he'll give Bakugo two hours to recuperate before he'll call the guy back and get things going.

"You have two hours," Hitoshi says, looking Bakugo up and down. "Think you'll be more steady by then?"

"Fuck off, mindfreak," Bakugo grumbles out which Hitoshi decides to take as a yes, and he sits down again, relaxing against the wall, because for now there is nothing they can do.

After a moment Bakugo sits back down as well, but the more time passes the steadier he gets and Hitoshi allows himself a small smile.

This is going to be a piece of cake.

~*~*~

Hitoshi is pretty good at keeping track of time even without external stimulus so after approximately two hours, he gets up again, fixing Bakugo with a look.

"You ready?" he asks and Bakugo climbs to his feet as well.

He's not swaying anymore and he's also not leaning against the wall, which Hitoshi takes as a good sign.

"What's the plan?"

"I'll order quirk guy back here to let us out and tell us a room or place where no one usually goes and then I'll take control of everyone in the area."

Bakugo's eyes go wide.

"You can do that?"

"For a short while, yes. There are now twenty people around so I'd guess we have two minutes before I fry my brain. Taking control of quirk guy will be easy, cause I talked so long with him, but my connection to everyone else will be fragile. Enough to immobilise them and hopefully put them to sleep, but they can be jolted out of my control pretty easily, so it's not a fool-proof plan."

"That's why you'll have us hiding," Bakugo says with a nod, as he rolls his shoulders. "Why can you use your quirk anyway?"

"Special gloves," Hitoshi says and moves to show Bakugo. "Sometimes I'm in so deep that there's no chance someone is able to get me out, should I be cuffed like this, so we had to get creative."

Bakugo hums at that before his eyes fall to the door. "Back up?"

"Hidden communicator I'll activate as soon as quirk guy lets us out. My team should be around, there's a built-in GPS."

"Underground really works different, huh," Bakugo mutters but he doesn't seem upset and he clearly has no intention to argue with Hitoshi's plan, which honestly, comes as a bit of a surprise.

Hitoshi expected at least a short fight with Bakugo over this but he's agreeing to his plan easily enough.

"Alright, get going then," Bakugo decides, and there's a bit of bite to his voice, which is much more to Hitoshi's taste.

Hitoshi grasps on the one thick connection in his mind and subtly sends a sense of worry at the other man, suggesting that maybe the lock isn't in place like it should be. It's not long before he starts moving and Hitoshi nods at Bakugo.

"Get ready, he's coming."

Quirk guy shows back up at their cell door, clearly confused about why he's here and Hitoshi takes full control of him.

"Unlock the door," he orders him, which the guy instantly does. "Point us towards a place where we can hide in, where no one else would come looking for a while."

The guy turns towards his left, the opposite direction of where he came from, and points towards the hallway there. "Down there, to the left. Storage room."

It's good enough for Hitoshi, who raises his hands and puts pressure on the communicator, before he firmly grasps control of every single mind he can find. He instantly feels the strain, the low-level headache he was still sporting flaring up and everything goes hazy for a second or two.

"Come on, mindfreak, this way," he hears Bakugo's voice and allows the other man to steer him outside of the cell, down the way quirk guy indicated for them.

Bakugo doesn't rush them, but he does make sure they are not dilly-dallying either and he's not talking, for which Hitoshi is thankful for. It's already difficult enough as it is, trying to keep everyone under his control.

It's not long after when he starts to feel his grasp on the minds further out slipping and he motions for Bakugo to stop. Hitoshi thinks he can kind of see the storage room they are trying to reach, but he can't walk and issue a command at the same time anymore, so this will have to wait for a moment.

Carefully lay down, he instructs everyone he has control over, and fall asleep.

He's pretty sure he lost at least two people at that, but as soon as he's sure his command went through otherwise, he drops the control, blood instantly pouring out of his nose. He's pretty sure his eyes are bleeding, too, but it's not as if Hitoshi can change that.

Still, Bakugo seems faintly horrified, even as he urges him on to move, now shouldering more of his weight than before and soon enough they are hidden away in the storage room. It's dusty as hell, supporting what quirk guy told them and Hitoshi lets out a relieved breath when he sinks to the ground.

"What the fuck," Bakugo hisses out and Hitoshi shrugs.

"Too much strain," he pants out, glad when the room finally stops spinning around them and watches how Bakugo crouches near the door, clearly still ready for a fight.

"You gotta clobber someone over the head?" Hitoshi asks and Bakugo briefly looks over at him.

"If they find us here before your guys can, then yeah," he then gives back and Hitoshi huffs.

"My guys are good, no worries," he tries to reassure Bakugo, but he's only regarded more carefully for it.

"You know, I was wrong about you," Bakugo finally says and Hitoshi wants to groan, because couldn't he have picked any other time to talk about this?

Not that it really comes as a surprise, because when people find out what he can really do this talk is inevitable, but he really thought Bakugo grew out of these insults.

"Oh?" Hitoshi mockingly gives back. "Do tell."

"It's not—" Bakugo cuts himself off with a deep breath before he goes on. "I just thought you lost your touch. You dropped off for a while and I thought you gave up on your dream. I realise now that it probably was because you were going undercover more."

"There's so much red tape over all my work that sometimes even I don't know what I'm doing," Hitoshi admits, surprised by Bakugo's words.

He hadn't known that Bakugo kept tabs on him.

"Fucking clearance," Bakugo mumbles. "Anyway, I'm just—I knew you're strong, especially with that quirk of yours, but you're better than I thought. Better than I gave you credit for."

It takes Hitoshi a moment to realise that Bakugo is complimenting him, and then another one to notice that he doesn't seem even half as pained to admit it as Hitoshi would have expected and he blames that on his next words.

"Yeah, same," he blurts out, clearly catching Bakugo off guard. "I thought you'd be a pain in the ass to work with here and I was ready for you to fight me on every decision, but you didn't and I should have given you more credit, too. I mean you're a goddamn good pro, so I don't know why I expected worse."

"Probably because I was worse, before," Bakugo admits. "But you clearly knew what you were doing, while I was the one getting rescued, so of course I'd follow your lead on that."

It's—strange, hearing those words coming from Bakugo but it's also nice.

"Huh," Hitoshi huffs out and drags his eyes over Bakugo's form. "I wouldn't mind doing this again," he then says, because it's been a few years since they've had any real contact and maybe he'd like to see how else Bakugo might have changed.

"I'm not getting fucking kidnapped again," Bakugo almost growls out before he rolls his eyes at Hitoshi. "But I might not be opposed to that, either."

Hitoshi is just about to say something back when a voice rings out in the hallway, muffled through the door.

"All clear! Mindjack, Dynamight, we're good to go!"

"Fucking finally," Bakugo grumbles and gets up, immediately pushing through the door, though he seems to remember that Hitoshi currently is in no state to walk by himself because a second later he's back and pulling him up, giving Hitoshi as much support as he can with both their arms still cuffed.

"Come on, post-mission debrief and check-ups are always a bitch but the coffee after is good."

"Oh, yeah?" Hitoshi asks and he hates to admit but his voice starts to slur. Whatever healing quirk they have at hand today will have their work cut out for them, he just knows it. "Can't wait."

"Clearly," Bakugo shoots back, having picked up on Hitoshi's condition as well and he briefly squeezes him. "Open offer. Don't get yourself killed for a cup of coffee. There's no rush."

"Aww, you care," Hitoshi manages to get out and Bakugo huffs.

"Fuck off."

"Mh, 's good, too," he mutters, rapidly losing consciousness now that he's up and moving but he still hears Bakugo's amused chuckle before everything goes dark.

Hitoshi makes sure to remember, though.

[explosion-island]

Heroes get tired too.

[stormyvoltzzz]

This man deserved to smile more like this. I will NOT stand for any Aizawa slander in this house!

[doumadono]

I'm excited to share this incredible artwork created for me by the super kind and talented @explosion-island ♡ It features Bakugo alongside my two MHA OCs - Ayame (his wife) and Mikka (their teenage daughter). I love how Bakugo is dressed formally but with a slight messy touch - his tie not perfectly tied, combat boots instead of patent leather shoes, and his tuxedo slightly rumpled. It perfectly captures his personality - he's just being himself. In my little AU, he's already the number two pro hero, and his daughter attends U.A., aspiring to be a hero like her dad ♡

I want to express my gratitude once again to the artist for creating this beautiful drawing for my birthday. It was truly one of the sweetest gifts I've ever received!

[whitedragonwolf4961]

The signs were there…

The signs were there all along… that the fucking hacks were ruining this beautiful, amazing, complex character long before the shit season. I know those dumb as shit incompetent hacks and some of the cast of GoT (do they actually believe that shit or were they toeing the line?) in their condescending manner told us that the “signs” were there all along about Dany “going mad”. They are right but not for the reasons they think they are. The signs were there… that D&D were ruining Dany’s character long before that putrid shitshow that was Season 8. When you reread the books and remember or rewatch the show, you can see. As early as S1, they were giving many of Dany’s strong or intelligent or kind and merciful moments to the males around her. It was her who took Viserys’s horse away from him to show how she has grown stronger and is no longer as afraid of him as she once was. In the show they gave it to Rhakaro. In S2 they had Jorah tell Dany she must be her people’s strength and then Dany told Jorah “as you are mine”. Contrast that where in the books Dany told herself she must be her people’s strength, including Jorah. And they gave Dany’s meeting with Quaithe to freaking Jorah! There is the fact that the hacks couldn’t have women talking for two minutes without insulting each other (directly or subtly). And then they gave her intelligent strategies to her male advisers in S3 and 4. And of course had her rely on the incompetence dumbass Show Tyrion for strategy completely in S7, ignoring the advice of her allies (who were all females). And to make her look worse, they had Barristan tell her “it’s better to answer injustice with mercy” when she had those masters crucified for what they did to the children (and of course add “nice and innocent slavers”). No surprise to find out that they omitted that Dany specifically ordered them to give up their leaders aka the ones who obviously ordered it, in the books. And how Dany is told by her advisers to be more violent and ruthless, instead of them “tempering her worst impulses” (I fucking hate that sexist fucking line). Dany is the one who wants to be as merciful and nonviolent as possible. A little off topic, I think Dany needs to become more ruthless. I think GRRM was trying to show that while it shows Dany’s good heart that she tried to be compromising, you cannot compromise with slavers. If she wants to utterly destroy slavery she will need to be more ruthless and that is not a bad thing at all.

Anyway, besides giving most of Dany’s best moments to the males around her, the fucking hacks were changing things when they still followed the books (for a given definition of “follow”) as well as adding ridiculous crap. It’s most blatant in her S2 storyline. The Thirteen immediately invite Dany into Qarth because they sought her out. But the hacks had Dany be condescendingly talked to by the show only Spice King and refused entry. So they could have her shout “We will lay waste to armies and burn cities to the ground”. I know a lot of dumb idiots will use that line as “proof” but it was a stupid addition by the two hacks so they could make Dany look bad. And then they had Dany’s Dothraki people slaughtered. They had Irri murdered. They took away Dany’s female companionship (until Missandei). And speaking of Irri, who killed her? Doreah! Yeah! They had Doreah out of literally nowhere with zero explanation or reason betray Dany and murder Irri (like I said, Dumb&Dumber can’t stand female friendships. They think women are only good for insulting and killing each other). Looks like the later seasons weren’t the start of them inventing stupid plot points out of nowhere. And I guess they wanted to make Dany look cruel for locking Doreah and Xaro in the vault. Know what she does to them in the books? Nothing. Well not exactly nothing. Doreah dies in the Red Waste and Dany holds her and gives her water from her own waterskin and refuses to move until Doreah has passed. And Xaro is still alive in the books. Because Xaro and Pree never stole her dragons in the books (another stupid show invention). And then later, as I previously mentioned, they invented “innocent slave masters” that Dany crucified like Hizdahr’s daddy. Nothing like that is brought up in the books. Oh, and they decided to kill off Ser Barristan in S5! Even though Barristan is alive and well and gladly serving Dany in the books and knowing she’s nothing like her father. Which the actor pointed out. And it only made those scumbags want to do it even more. And then after his (very stupid) death, Dany burns a slave master. And that stupid awful behind the scenes book after the shit season, Fire Cannot Kill a Dragon has that moron Cogman bring that up about how Dany didn’t care if he was innocent or not (they really had a thing about “innocent slave masters”). None of that crap ever happens in the books.

They also changed small but important parts. Never let Dany have a crown like I mentioned. They also had Dany sit on top of the stairs in Mereen, when she insists on sitting at the bottom on a simple bench because she wants to be on an equal level with her people. Heck an illustrator had to be corrected by GRRM when she was showing that (does anyone have a picture or article about that?). They also never really showed her bond with her other dragons. In the books she loves and pays attention to all of them, in particular Viserion who always wants to be petted by her. In the show, she only really pays attention to Drogon mostly. Rhaegal and Viserion were reduced to “the two smaller different colored dragons” (to be stupidly killed off later on in stupid asinine ways). And Dany’s relationship with Daario is changed. Daario is made to be the one in love and Dany “feels nothing” when she ends their relationship. In the books Dany has a huge crush on Daario but Daario only really wants her for her crown and title, not the girl she is. And Dany knows this. And Jorah is changed into this super nice guy who is always giving her wisdom instead of this creep who is trying to isolate her from other men so she’ll only rely on him.

And when they stopped following the books? Well they really weren’t bothering to hide it much anymore. In S6, they have that idiot Show Tyrion talk about how Dany was “wrong” for not building a new system (and Tyrion is portrayed as smart for not wanting to change the way of the world even though that’s what Dany wants to do). So Tyrion wants slavery to continue for seven years (which the idiot says is a “short time”). And most disgustingly, they had him tell Missandei and Gray Worm, who were slaves their whole lives, that he now “knows the horrors of it”. A white rich guy telling two people of color that he knows about slavery… (am I looking at it too much?) Anyway, when that predictably backfires (why the hell were they always having people talk about how smart Tyrion is and Dany needs to listen to him when all he’s ever done is fail?) and Dany returns to Mereen, they have Dany talk about “returning cities to the dirt” so Tyrion can give her a more merciful strategy. And then in S7… have her rely only on Tyrion and his stupid plans. And if she dared to want to just end it quickly, they told her she would be just like her father. They even had that dumb weak idiot Show Jon say that. Book Jon would bitch slap that idiot. Book Jon wants to bring destruction to House Lannister.

Speaking of which… that scene where she meets Jon. It was funny how Dany had all her many titles spoken by Missandei when all Davos said about Jon is “He’s King in the North”, right? Well… I think those hacks wanted Show Jon to be this humble “noble king” while Dany is this “arrogant Queen with all these titles”. And they also want Dany to come as arrogant and entitled so they have her talk about all the shit she went through (like getting raped and betrayed and sold to sexual slavery) and how faith in herself kept her going. Now to the sane layman, that is a strong woman giving herself credit for believing in herself and using her strength to forge something better for herself. But to Dumb&Dumber that is an arrogant and selfish woman not crediting her abusers for her strength. Gosh I loathe Show Sansa but NO ONE deserves to be raped and to have her credit her rapist for her strength is just… wrong. In every way possible.

Then there was that crap with the Tarlys. Those idiots wanted us to see Dany as doing something evil and wrong. Actually they wanted us to see that whole battle as “wrong”. Because they have that tragic music playing and Tyrion looking sadly. The same guy who watched thousands burn in wildfire that he himself laid out. Where was the sad music then? Anyway Dany does what literally not just every King and Queen does but what ever highborn period does after defeating the enemy. She offers them the choice to bend the knee and live and keep their lands. Or death. Same choice Robert Baratheon offered Balon Greyjoy. Same choice the old Stark kings offered their rivals. The two Tarlys choose death so Dany executed them despite multiple chances. And immediately Varys starts comparing her to her father. Except her father (and people like Ramsay Snow, Tywin Lannister, Gregor Clegane, and Euron Greyjoy) wouldn’t have given multiple chances. They would have given no offers. Just murdered them all (Ramsay, Gregor, and Euron simply for their sadistic pleasure). And then they had Jon look uncomfortable when Dany said she had fewer enemies. Which is stupid. Jon has fought battles before. He’s killed thousands to take Winterfell back as Dany herself reminds him.

And they even had it said that Aegon the Conqueror started “the wheel” and got along far with fear. Except… yes Aegon was ruthless when he had to be, but as King he unified a country that was divided and plagued by constant conflicts. He gave them peace and prosperity. And he and his wives were the first to get rid of some unsavory practices. The hacks were determined to have us think that all Targaryens were “mad tyrants”. Idiots would have us think the Starks were democratically chosen leaders instead of ruthless warlords who conquered the North. They never understood the story or the characters. And the signs were there all along that they were ruining and destroying one of the greatest female characters in fictional history.

Longest post I ever wrote! I didn’t cover S8 because nothing needs to be said about that putrid shitshow. But let me end with this. I fully believe that not only will GRRM finish the books… he will give Dany a great and satisfying ending. I hope she becomes Queen but I will perfectly settle for her being alive and well. I have every confidence that she will not get that disgusting show ending. That was a shitty sexist plot point done purely for shock value. But… I guess the signs were there that those hacks never understood or respected Dany. But there are signs that George has great things planned for our beloved Dany. And then that is how she will be remembered. I’m gonna keep believing and hoping. Someone has to, and I will happily be that person. PS: Can people please tell me what they think of all this? Any questions? I’ll happily answer! And reblogs are perfectly acceptable and encouraged! I’d love to hear your thoughts and you can add anything you want.

[miss-interpretations]

Con O'Neill constantly having an Instagram story of 70% horny Izzy fanart is endlessly funny to me. Misha Collins could never. Jackles is screaming crying throwing up.

[cheese-doorstop48]

I love pro hero Izuku with a beard... He's so silly...

:D

[massiveladycat]

i honestly dont gaf about the mha ships if they're healthy (i actually won't interact with the fandom that much), but leave ochaco tf out of it if you want to ship deku with someone else. like you shouldnt have to demonize another character to get the ship you want

like holy shit the amount of things I've seen "headcanon: ochaco is jealous so she's a bitch" "headcanon: ochaco doesn't actually care about deku, she cheats on him" "headcanon: ochaco is using deku for money"

QUIT DEMONIZING HER WTF DID SHE DO 😭😭😭 god forbid a fmc is kind and sweet all the while being surrounded by cruel things happening every season. god forbid a fmc have a healthy relationship with the mmc. god forbid a fmc get character development. the audacity people have to make uraraka a bitch even though she is probably the most sweetest girl in mha is beyond me, making me do backflips over here, 360s

[rebee-sweetie]

*Slight smut and some fluff*

Bakugo can be such an ass. During the times he does his patrols and hero work he is honest to God, a jackass. Constantly yelling at pedestrians and his friends working along side him. His pride becoming of him. Even though he’s aged and matured in his adult years, not much changed in his mannerisms. Bakugo’s a top Pro Hero but still doesn’t realize kindness isn’t a weakness. But when you are doing hero work with him or doing a patrol he is so much worse. The yelling and degrading is constant. Even though the public knows you’re both in a relationship, it sure as hell doesn’t look like it. In the public eye he’s constantly telling you to,

“Keep up!”

“Ur’ such an damn idiot!”

“Fuck you!”

“DIE!”

The list could continue on. But today you had stepped a little too close to Katsuki and it just set him off. It was like you could see a nuclear bomb go off in this man’s eyes. A large, gloved hand palmed your face and pushed you away. His face seething and eyes burning a dark crimson. Bakugo’s eyebrows were knitted together and his glare was sharp as daggers. You felt like you could choke on the tension in the air as people around you watched the sight unfold. His thick fingers gripped at your rosy cheeks as he chewed your ear off about not paying attention to where you were walking. The chewing became a lecture on how letting your focus wander is an opportunity for a villain to take advantage. That was until Kiri stepped in and scolded him on talking that way to his significant other. But all you could do was smile. Because you knew something everyone else didn’t.

Your Suki was rough and angry on the outside, but he had a huge soft spot for you. When it was just the two of you, he was incredibly sweet and gentle. A side no one but you were allowed to. There were constantly flowers in your apartment sent from Bakugo. He always knew when they were starting to wilt because a new bouquet of flowers would be at your doorstep. The card would always read:

“Only the finest for my prettiest and only sweetheart.”

He knew your favorite flowers, foods, colors, and even childhood memories. When he first laid eyes on you, he knew he wanted you, your body, everything. He was going to have you. He was going to make you his and his alone. He made it his mission to know everything about you. He constantly spoiled you and when you’d casually mention something was cute or nice, you’d see it appear in your apartment quickly after. He loved cuddling you every chance he got, pulling you on top of his chest when laying on his couch. Overtime, he would slowly move you into his home, too prideful to come out and ask you to move in.

So even though you got the same treatment as everyone else in public, you were being treated like a Princess in private. You loved it, and even though he was rough with you when others were watching, there was never a bruise or scratch on you contrary to what some of the media might say. He was an asshole but he wasn’t abusive.

The cuddles were sweet but the kisses from him were even sweeter. His lips and skin like honey to you. He worshiped your body away from the prying eyes of the public. He knew each and every curve like the back of his hand. Sex with Katsuki wasn’t just hot but out of this world. He wasn’t lying about being naturally gifted at everything. His body always seemed to move so perfectly in line with yours and he knew your body in ways even you didn’t. When he was finished with you, you’d see stars. Sometimes he’d get you so good you’d wonder if you had seen God. You became a drug to him that he simply couldn’t get enough of. But in public, he didn’t know what to do with himself. He would rather die than show the world he could be soft. His whole personality was jagged like the callouses and scars that littered his body. You thought that maybe the reason he acted this way is because he was terrified of the idea of having vulnerabilities to the creatures that lured in the dark, waiting, praying for his downfall.

All you knew is that you loved the way he was, and you wanted nothing to change. You were extremely content being loved so passionately in the darkness. Because at the end of the day, that was your man and you were his woman. You even had the markings on your body to prove it.