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bittrlys · 2 years ago

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TDP s4, huh?

THE GOOD

Claudia was on FIRE

Claudia getting actually cool wings unlike Callum's dorky arm wings >>>>>>>>>>>

Terry and Viren's various bonding moments

Terry following a dark path out of love of Claudia as Claudia followed a dark path out of love for Viren ... ZESTY

Terry being down to clown with dark magic

Claudia saying she'll take care of Viren

Viren's "GET A GRIP" lmao

PTSD Viren, his melancholy and uncertainty, etc.

Aaravos blowing a kiss and destroying the mirror, iconic behaviour I will say

Claudia getting to acknowledge the existence of generational trauma even if she's wrong and bad and has no evidence or whatever else the show probably wants us to think

Rex Igneous dragging Thunder even if he's wrong and bad and has no evidence or whatever else the show probably wants us to think

Rayla's new hair

THE BAD

World's most unnecessary time skip

Would it have killed them to write Callum with more maturity and confidence?

Everyone enjoy this charming child ruler who makes guards exert the extra energy to open doors for his frog dog and seems to have done away with almost all of the kingdom's old advisors so he can appoint close personal friends instead

"YOU HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY? SAY IT DIRECTLY TO THE DRAGON THAT CAN BITE YOUR FACE OFF" wow lol

"IDK I have no evidence elves and dragons were shitty to humans" girl what? Even if it wasn't written down (OK) that would mean an oral tradition which I guess we can't have any respect for 😊

"You threatening those gold coins (which I don't even know are real and not a bluff) to get the person threatening to slit my throat to let me go (they refused to bargain with you) was so CRUEL, Claudia." <- normal things for your bf who has been on board with all your other unspeakable crimes to say

If Zubeia is going to be useless (couldn't she have been digging out that door?) and then just show up at the end for deus ex machina reasons, can they just uh. Kill her off? I promise the narrative would improve

Zubeia standing amongst those humans like 🧍 while Ezran talks vaguely of 'hurt feelings' praying nobody says the word 'reparations'

Dragons and drakes are different things. OK. Drakes are more animalistic so it's okay for this insular society to mistreat them despite being ruled by dragons. OK. Why not show the hypocrisy of this by having Zym (whom they acknowledge as a dragon) treated differently? Or would a reminder of Zym's privilege be too much for this show?

(Humans get the boot for killing animals but elves get a pass for treating drakes like that. OK.)

"THE STAFF IS MISSING THE FALLEN STAR IS COMING BACK" what? the staff has been missing for centuries ... humans have had it ... maybe they just want it back ...?

Ezran like let's host this feelings party in a cemetery/sacred place full of tributes to people this dragon's mate killed ... I would have done more than slash a painting let me tell you that!!!

Not nearly enough Aaravos. A more physical avatar of him being in that cocoon would have made way more sense.

THE UGLY

That architect subplot requires it's own sub-points because ???

Has nobody started a cooking fire or lit a candle in this city in the past TWO YEARS? This is the FIRST TIME this has come up?

The man physically assaulted her over this and there's just never any kind of justice for that huh? Almost like humans are second class citizens? Huh ...

Obviously she was disrespectful but it's such a stupid argument because I think most people in this situation would say "Can you do this elsewhere" but they didn't want to spoil their little 'build a temple outside of this place' twist I guess.

(Their culture is this religious and didn't have some kind of temple or area of religious observance built already? OK.)

Every 'good' human in this series has to be so goddamn SUBSERVIENT to the will and whims of the Xadians

Like when they want to set up a comedy gag of Amaya being terrified of being assassinated by her gf's people because of the horrible history between their nations (lol) Amaya is allowed to express believable self-preservation but when it comes time to defend one of her own people she's just like. EH. She did wrong, but be nice to her about it! Pwetty pwease! Sorry us humans are such dummies!!! 🥺🥺🥺

I know she's not a lawyer but how about "Misunderstandings and hurt feelings can grow unexpectedly when two cultures live together, but this woman did not act out of malice, but out of a desire to protect this settlement. Her words and actions were thoughtless, but if thoughtlessness is to be punished, is having THIRD DEGREE BURNS ON HER HANDS not itself a punishment already?" or you know anything but what we got

But don't worry it's okay because her wifey is so benevolent, aren't we lucky to have such BENEVOLENT people in power who are allowed to call for your death for *checks notes* putting out a fire? They won't, and that's what makes them so GREAT, but they could, of course. Of course they could. Don't forget that. Don't forget that they could. I'll make you think I'm about to cut off your fucking hands so you don't forget it!

Anyways, the rest of the worst hits:

Aaravos is literally just Satan. OK.

Just heavy-handed Christian ideology in a series that wants to purport a kind of cross-cultural paganistic worldview

Honestly I don't think 'worldwide mastermind' is a plot concept without merit but it's so boring in this series because they simply do not seem interested in giving him real depth while placing him on the side of the oppressed-but-not-really humans, reinforcing how much the humans are in the wrong, so absolutely nobody benefits from this writing decision

This season took so long to come out because they were reading the arguments from us 5 people who call them out on writing a weirdly pro-imperialism series and then had to stick in a bunch of strawman scenes to be like "Oh you think this but really it's unfair" and then realized they couldn't think of actual counterarguments and eventually had to admit defeat and just have characters they like go "NUH-UH!!" in response

Fans of the show want to say it's 'nuanced' and 'showing both sides' but that doesn't hold water because A) every person that expresses any kind of doubts or cynicism about the status quo is a villain in this series and B) Unless they plan on Uno reversing their whole lore (wouldn't put it past them) these things DID HAPPEN and if Xadians were meant to be meeting humans halfway, there would seriously be a real discussion about allowing humans a place in Xadia and other shit that simply never comes up

Will Zubeia apologize? No! She just compliments the good humans for dancing to her tune. It's simply so one-sided.

Anyways points for Rayla dumping Callum on his birthday LMAO. It seems a bit thoughtless of her but I can't deny the comedy. 👍

#tdp critical #*#*callum voice* IT WAS MY BIRTHDAY! MY STUPID BIRTHDAY!

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journeyintofiction · 2 years ago

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hii, can u do a Shuri x reader where the reader is in college and is getting verbally and physically abused by her parents due to her bad academics performance but she won’t tell Shuri because she has a country to worry about until Shuri eventually finds out because the reader won’t answer calls or texts? <33

Hello everyone! I took a tiny hiatus because I had a very huge loss in my family right before New years so I was not in the mental headspace to write anything. However, I am back and unfortunately the college semester is in full swing. Pls send help im dying

TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions of verbally and physically abusive parents

Word count:1k

As always, happy reading :)

“y/n, you better not be crying in your room before I come in there and give you something to cry about!”

I quickly attempt to muffle my sobs by burying my head in my comforter on the bed, hoping and praying that my parents can’t hear me. God knows I don’t need another beating after what happened tonight.

It always happens like this. Every single time. I do my best, get anything lower than an A and I know as soon as I come home I’m gonna have my ass beat. No matter how hard the class is or how hard I work they don’t care because if it isn’t an A it is considered a failure. I went to the college they wanted me to go to because I could stay home and make money but that meant I couldn’t escape their abuse.

This semester I had a slip up and got a C in a class and in turn they beat the shit out of me as a form of “teaching me” a lesson. It's not just the physical abuse, every insult was a purposeful stab at me because I failed to meet their expectations or it was just because they had a shitty day and wanted to hurt my feelings. I am at a breaking point mentally, emotionally, and physically.

I hear my phone vibrate and I pick my head up from my comforter to look at my phone and see Shuri’s name pop up on the screen. A smile slightly at the thought of her but wince when I feel the tightness of my skin from my tears drying. I slowly move over to where my phone is so I can text back before she gets worried.

Shuri always knew my schedule and when I suddenly don't answer and she knows I'm at home, she gets worried sick. I shoot her a text and let her know I cant talk and just as I am about to hit send she calls me. Out of fear I quickly answer and start speaking in hushed tones so that my parents dont hear me.

“Shuri, i love you, but right now really isn’t a good time.”

She pauses and asks, “Are you at home?”

“What? Yes I’m at home, you know my routine plus you can track me right now.” I say in confusion.

“My love, I have been trying to call you for the last 2 hours.”

I go silent for a moment and try to figure out how to explain the entire situation without getting Shuri upset or involved with my parents. She takes my silence as a negative response and begins to respond before I can.

“y/n if you have something going on, please just tell me.”

I bite my lip and respond on the verge of tears, “Shuri I want to tell you, I really do but if I say anything… I-”

I get cut off by my mom coming up the stairs and I shove my phone under my pillow but don’t end the call so Shuri can hear everything.

“Who are you talking to up here, huh?”

I look at her impassively so that she believes me, “No one mom, I'm rereading something for my test tomorrow.”

“Yeah, you better be because if I see you come home with another B or less, you are gonna get your ass beat again. I'm not playing with you, your father and I have told you time and time again that we expect you to achieve and you fall short every time.”

I feel my eyes getting watery but otherwise show no emotion and respond as I always do, “of course, I’ll make sure its nothing less than an A.”

My mother looks at me hard and nods, “Keep studying and while you’re at it, dust your room and do laundry.”

With that she leaves to go back down stairs for the night and I pick up my phone from under my pillow.

“Shuri, are you still there?”

Instead of a reply I get a facetime call and I accept it quickly, frowning at her when she appears on screen.

“What's wrong? Why did you need to facetime me-”

Shuri looks at me angrily, “How long has this been happening?”

“How long has what been happening?” I say, playing dumb and hoping that she will drop the conversation.

“y/n.”

I sigh, “years, I… never said anything because I know you are busy and this is not your concern and responsibility.”

“All those bruises over the last few months, they were your parents weren’t they?” she whispered.

Looking down and picking at my comforter I mutter a soft “ya.”

She sighed and didn’t say anything for a moment, seemingly unsure of how to broach the subject without hurting me or making me uncomfortable. Then she finally asks, “What else have they…done?”

I hesitate and glance at her on the screen, “It’s just yelling and berating me most of the time but when I get a bad grade they, uh, beat me.”

“Is that why you reacted poorly when I yelled a few weeks back?”

I nod and she looks away from her screen guiltily, “No, Shuri don’t do that to yourself, you didn’t know back then.”

“I should have picked up on it though, I mean seriously the bruises and the flinching whenever my voice was raised should have told me everything I needed to know.”

I see her moving around frantically packing things and I frown because as far as I knew, she didn’t have a meeting and wasn’t expected to go anywhere this evening. When she glances over and sees my confused look she shrugs and raises an eyebrow.

“What?”

“Shuri… what are you doing?” I ask with my head cocked to the side.

“I’m coming to see you… and talk to your parents.”

“YOU'RE WHAT?”

A/N: Please forgive any grammatical errors, I am extremely tired and have had a looonnngggg week.

#shuri x y/n #shuri x reader #shuri fanfiction #shuri udaku #shuri

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dykeomania · 2 years ago

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some things about this college hockey blahblahblab!au that i just personally like because it's actually super nice to write it idk i love this little world i've created i've deadass been thinking about this in flickers since like, last year. don't come for me my perception of college is skewed i go to a liberal arts college anyways

cat is a visual arts major, and is the first person that ellie hooked up with once she got into college. she's an only child and lowkey she would've went to art school or just not go to school at all and start tattooing or something, but college was honestly cheaper than art school and her parents are chill about a lot of things but her dad is some finance dude that actually allows her mom to be an artist so if she didn't go to college she was Lowkey going to get kicked out of the house (that's a dramatization but she literally wouldn't hear the end of it). Anyways. they went to the same prep school and played on the same hockey team, but didn't start to get close until around freshman year of college. this is around the time where cat had started to settle into her own skin a little more and ellie was kind of refinding her footing due to. Events.

ellie broke up with riley at the end of her senior(~) year, because Events and she had a moment and cut her hair to shoulder length because someone on tiktok told her to. it happened over a phone call. riley sounded civil, but ellie could tell things changed from the moment that they were flying back home from vancouver (for a hockey tournament) and riley didn't sit next to her, or even look at her. they're cool, ellie guesses. riley also plays on the same team as ellie. (riley is an anthro/philosophy or gov/philosophy double major (but she probably takes a lot of psych classes) (that's awkward so does ellie) and she makes fun of ellie for saying she's from boston. riley is actually from boston. ellie is a j-o-b (just outside of boston).

ellie's entire friend group from prep school made a pact to commit to the same college and it's extremely messy and extremely rewarding

ellie's technically adopted. she, joel, tommy, and maria all live together in the same house. everyone works. it's consistent, and hectic, and fights over money and petty shit are pretty frequent. ellie had to fight for it, but they've invested a lot of time and money into ellie's athletic passions. joel is begrudged and honestly is a shitty father figure to ellie. their relationship is like only able to be somewhat tied together through hockey. and the rest i can't tell you

ellie deadass needs to go to therapy. and it Shows.

she also has issues with intimacy. and it Shows.

she's also aaaaa.... im not sure what her major is, honestly. she might like humanities + stem double major. i wanna say she majors / minors in physics and astronomy because she thinks its cool but at the same time she probably like doesn't really fuck with the math at all (and it's not like she can't do it, she's one of those assholes that just writes shit down and somehow is able to reason her way to the right answer, but like shes usually hungover / sleep deprived but she's disciplined so she just half-asses shit instead of not doing it at all). but i feel like she definitely takes a lot of anthro or history courses and maybe that could be, like. her minor. double major. something. Or Honestly, Honestly. Honestly. maybe psych. she does take a lot of psych classes regardless though but then probably stops showing up for them when they hit too close to home Lol

ellie lowkey started her beef with abby because she was just one of those people who she just decided she hated (for a variety of reasons and all of the reasons were projections of her own personal problems. abby's life is ssoooo perfect cause her dads a dooooctor and her moms a zoooologist and they live in a gaaateeddd commuuuniityyyyy and she has expensive skaaaatteeessss and the best stiiiiiickkk and gets eveything she waaaants and ellie can't talk to her dad anymore and her mom is dead and she grew up where theres like heroin needles scattered on the ground and wore the same pair of shoes throughout her entire high school career because she didn't feel comfortable asking for anything else).....

it just solidified it when abby did one petty thing some day on like a wednesday or made some snide comment during a practice, so then ellie's friend group started talking shit about abby's friend group, and so abby's friend group started talking shit about ellie's friend group. their respective like groups of people kinda sorta let it go after a while .... but the two in the center are Still standing. ellie Fucking Hates abby. and Abby fucking Hates Ellie. for deadass no reason

anyways i'll tell you about abby another time im still figuring out what to do w her but there's. gesticulates w my apple pencil. History. there. (not Fucking history but.)

and you're there too, i guess (we'll get to you later)

and the rest i'll withhold because it's probably not much but. shrugs. just some basic things that are playing into this story that i like. my Silly Little World. my Silly Little Messy Hockey Women.

#nods #it's a lot of fun to write because i really like bringing to life different characters in different contexts that is like #that is my favorite thing to do in this hobby #it's really fun to imagine them in like my world you know what i mean #and then you get to play with the dynamics and stuff and make things spicier make them all make sense #its fun when you're planning it out #it is hell to properly execute #mia what are you talking about

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tenpintsofsundrop · 1 year ago

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Bunny i'm so so happy I stumbled across your new blog! Life's been pretty hectic for me atm so when i finallyyy got around to checking in on you and your blog I was so sad when I saw it was deactivated :(

I should have checked in sooner and I'm really sorry that I didn't.

enough of my waffling, how are you! It's been way too long since my last lil check in. I hope you're doing well and that you're happy :) What have you been watching lately? I think I remember you mentioning you liked horror, have you seen any new horror flicks recently?

In short, I'm wishing you the happiest beginning to your new blog and just general lovely thoughts your way, Sunny <3<3<3

I'm also glad that you found my new blog!!

especially because I've been getting back into writing Titans stuff and I know you have enjoyed my Titans fics in the past <33

you don't have to apologize for not checking my blog sooner, I definitely understand that not everyone is on tumblr every single day like I am lmao

I've been doing well, I've still been dealing with my physical illness, but switching over to my new blog has really improved my mental health, and a little while ago I got out of the house to see The Little Mermaid and small outings like that always help improve my mental health (I'm actually planning another outing this weekend to buy my sister a birthday present, and I'm really looking forward to it.)

I am a really big fan of horror movies. I haven't seen any new ones recently, but I did go back and revisit House of Wax (from 2005) because I hadn't seen it in a very long time (like, since I was in high school) and it's one of my favourite horror films of all time. I think it's a horror movie that is genuinely flawless. the atmosphere is amazing, the characters are really awesome - they focus on a sibling dynamic, which not a lot of films do.

and the overarching themes of appearance vs intentions, industry and million dollar companies taking over America and how it has a harsh bottom line on the working class and 'the perfect family' - it's all so beautifully crafted into the narrative, and it's one of those horror movies that makes you genuinely think about societal horrors at large as well as having great kills and horrific moments within the film that are presented right in front of you and don't fall flat because of shitty CGI or something. I really fucking love it

(I could make a long list of all my favourite horror movies from 2000 to 2009, because that is my favourite era for horror lmao)

I also wish you happy thoughts and I hope you've been doing well, and I hope you enjoy the new fics and the reposts as they come out!!

#pikispixies #lovely people #sundrop answers #about me #personal

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somewhere-south-of-hell · 1 year ago

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You know, funniest part to me is that I was born in 94′. And yet I still do get this kind of whiplash, even though I already had more to do with internet and computers during my school years than my sisters, who were born at the beginning of 80′s.

My niece and nephews do not know how the old rotary phones look like, and don’t know how to use them either. They can use smartphones and computers better than me or their mom. They already managed to somehow get over the block on payments to use their mother’s card to get shit in Roblox. All but one are younger than 10. I didn’t figure out how to fuck over the parental block on pc until I was 11.

I had classes in elementary school where I was taught how to use pc but also learned how to write in cursive and so called technical writing (aka the one used mostly by engineers on plans) - I still have flashbacks on how much I hated it and the paper used to write on, being graded over being a millimeter out of bounds for the letters and so on. My niece and nephews have no idea what either of those are. I can read handwritten prescriptions without fail - they cannot.

My eldest nephew, who will be 19 this year, has no idea about ANY of the things I grew up with. He didn’t know a fax machine existed. He didn’t know that there was a time you had huge ass yellow books with numbers and names of EVERYONE in them. Having to call a phone central before making a call? Unheard of for him. Public telephones? He didn’t believe they were a thing. He is younger than me by 10 years.

I have albums with photos so grainy it looks older than me. They are barely over 20 years old. I have photos there done with an old soviet camera, then the “new” digital camera, last one taken when I was 16. Any photos after that - on computers and phones, not on film.

I still have old VHS tapes with movies of me when I was born; ones with recorded Land Before Time, jumpy and overlapped by another movie halfway through. I have floppy discs my mom used for her job as an accountant.

I may be good at typing things on phone or keyboard. It may be more convenient to store images and photos on pc’s. I may never be able to see the jumpy and grainy Land Before Time on the VHS again. But I still prefer to handwrite things. I still love looking through physical albums with pictures so easy to tear or lose their color. I still love remembering how much I loved the Land Before Time on this old old VHS tape, jumpy, grainy and with shitty audio, cutting in half to a different movie.

And I wonder - how many in the past went through the same motions, from candles to electricity, from writing books by hand to the press and then computers. And how many in future will share this experience with us too, just in their own unique way.

we were the liminal kids. alive before the internet, just long enough we remember when things really were different.

when i work in preschools, the hand signal kids make for phone is a flat palm, their fingers like brackets. i still make the pinky-and-thumb octave stretch when i "pick up" to respond to them.

the symbol to save a file is a floppy disc. the other day while cleaning out my parents' house, i found a collection of over a hundred CDs, my mom's handwriting on each of them. first day of kindergarten. playlist for beach trip '94. i don't have a device that can play any of these anymore - none of my electronics are compatible. there are pieces of my childhood buried under these, and i cannot access them. but they do exist, which feels special.

my siblings and i recently spent hours digitizing our family's photos as a present for my mom's birthday. there's a year where the pictures just. stop. cameras on phones got to be too good. it didn't make sense to keep getting them developed. and there are a quite a few years that are lost to us. when we were younger, mementos were lost to floods. and again, while i was in middle school, google drive wasn't "a thing". somewhere out there, there are lost memories on dead laptops. which is to say - i lost it to the flood twice, kind of.

when i teach undergrad, i always feel kind of slapped-in-the-face. they're over 18, and they don't remember a classroom without laptops. i remember when my school put in the first smartboard, and how it was a huge privilege. i used the word walkman once, and had to explain myself. we are only separated by a decade. it feels like we are separated by so much more than that.

and something about ... being half-in half-out of the world after. it marks you. i don't know why. but "real adults" see us as lost children, even though many of us are old enough to have a mortgage. my little sister grew up with more access to the internet than i did - and she's only got 4 years of difference. i know how to write cursive, and i actually think it's good practice for kids to learn too - it helps their motor development. but i also know they have to be able to touch-type way faster than was ever required from me.

in between, i guess. i still like to hand-write most things, even though typing is way faster and more accessible for me. i still wear a pj shirt from when i was like 18. i don't really understand how to operate my parents' smart tv. the other day when i got seriously injured, i used hey siri to call my brother. but if you asked me - honestly, i prefer calling to texting. a life in anachronisms. in being a little out-of-phase. never quite in synchronicity.

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the-blathermouth · 3 months ago

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Read the OG remake of Sonic.exe. At first I thought it was somewhat decent because I only read the parts with X but then I saw the rest and was ashamed for thinking that, I didn't think this story could get any worse but it did and I'm so upset. It was so bad I made a bunch of notes for my own take on a remake/rewrite. Read it if you want, add to it if you want, even write it if you want because lord knows I ain't (just credit me if you do)

Characters

Tom: Have Tom be actually smart, majoring in criminal justice, maybe he and his friends run a paranormal investigation club so him realizing the killer is paranormal makes more sense, he sees his club as like the mystery gang but only Vicky is interested in the paranormal and is always trying to out-knolege him, Kyle joined to support Tom, Alana joined for a quiet place to work on her game/because Vicky joined and Mike (if he's here) only joined to skip class. Tom wants to be detective and solve this big case is over confident in his detective work and thinks hes more than capable of finding the killer and saving the day even though he's not a real cop or detective. He keeps sneaking into crime scenes, stealing evidence, exc

Mike: Bruh I swear I might just cut Mike out, I got nothing for him :/

Alana: Alana is a computer nerd, has great coding skills and is working on her own game, she also has a big crush on Vicky. She possibly dies after trying to look into the code of X's game and releasing him quicker

Vicky: Vicky could be a witchy girl, the only other one of the group whos interested in paranormal but knows much more than Tom and often corrects him during club meeting, later when Tom realizes the killer is paranormal he has to swallow his pride and go to Vicky for help identifying the type of demon their dealing with

Kyle: Let Kyle actually be alive and part of the story, he's reckless and risky as Tom said he was in the rewrite. I have some bigger plans for Kyle but you'll see them later down the line

Story beats

Let the guardians do literally anything at all! They don't even have to be physically present in the story just have them manipulate Tom's emotions in a natural looking way so he'll play the game (EG: "As Tom sat in his room he felt a sudden rage bubble inside him 'GOD DAMNIT!' he yelled 'WHY IS EVERYONE ACTING SO USELESS?! ITS LIKE THEY DONT EVEN CARE THERE'S A PARANORMAL ENTITY ON THE LOOSE AND A KILLER ONE AT THAT!' Taking a few breaths he sits down at his laptop and stares at the ever growing X icon at the center 'well...gotta blow off steam somehow' he mutters as he clicks it")

Derick can be there but maybe have him as part of the cult. He was on the case and was annoyed that Tom was trying to help but would let him to some extent unitl he starts closing in on it being a demon, during the big climax they call Green over for help but instead he locks everyone in the college and offers himself and the whole building up to X. (It would also explain why he's such a shitty detective, once he realizes it was X he was never trying to solve the case)

Have X be able to mimic or possess humans and have him mimic or possess Kyle until the big reveal. He starts off normal and gives Tom the game but as the game gets played and the bodies pile up he starts acting more quiet/strange and evidence starts pointing to him being the killer. When Derek offers up the college X reveals himself, breaks out of his human fasade/vessel, Killing Derik first and beginning his rampage. (If he's a mimic then have him unphased by the killings, if he's possessed have him more interested in Tom's paranormal stuff trying to get the demon out before it's too late)

You can have a childish monster but the way he's written here just ain't doing it for me because it leans too much on his silly side even when he's supposed to be intimidating. Have him be that goofy teen sonic persona during Toms first playthrough, being cheesy and cheery even when tails is terrified of him (maybe have him haunt Tom as this silly persona) but he gets more and more monstrous as time goes on until the only "silly" thing about him his how he toys with his victims.

Alternatively you can have his sense of humor tie into his sadistic side. Write about how he positioned one of the bodies into the SA1 pose, or have him say a bunch of bad sonic jokes and cheesy one liners when he's on his climatic rampage

#I've seen alot of people remake the games but no one trying to remake the remake of the og story so ima throw my hat in the ring #i get why no one has #the story sucks and it's creator sucks even more but apart of me still has a soft spot for it #it was my first introduction to horror and from what i've seen online it can be pretty interesting if done well #i want the story to be good I really do #hopefully someone can step up to the ring to reclaim the story itself and make it as scary as JC wanted you to believe it is #sonic.exe #my writing #rewrite

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bittersweetblasphemy · 1 year ago

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kink rambles & fantasy under the cut

y'know, ever since i started feeling better and started doing little workouts, an old fantasy of mine has been popping into my head more and more. because while i've been trying to get back in shape, i am definitely not a good self-motivator. it's been making me miss taking in person classes. (not that i can afford them or trust in person anything with covid still being a thing nobody here ever took seriously.)

before my illness hit, i was almost always in classes and on teams. solo working out? nah. there was always someone to do it with. some level of companionship or friendly competition. figuring out reps and sets and times to hit? that was never on me. it was always on my coach or my master (and good lord i can't even write the word in this context without my gut twisting into knots in the best way).

back then i had next to no understanding of BDSM and kink, so i never had words for why i was so desperate for their approval or why i wanted to stand out compared to everyone else in their eyes. i knew it wasn't plain ambition, but i didn't know or really care what it was. i didn't think it was normal, but i also didn't think it particularly weird to crave their approval like i did. or have the sexual fantasies i had.

i'm not even someone who's into praise kink. a "good boy/pet/toy/etc" is more likely to elicit a negative reaction before even a neutral one. but when i've been run through my paces, and pushed to a difficult but attainable goal, to be met with a simple "well done"? a dog couldn't match the loyalty and obedience such a thing would earn.

i always feel so shitty when this particular fantasy rears it's ugly head. and to be honest i don't like talking about it. but i'm putting it here because i like to think i've made a space for myself here to be a little open about these kinds of wants and desires.

it's not extreme or anything, but at some point it feels like i'm trying to say that i just want a personal trainer that i can fuck for free lessons because i can't afford them otherwise. because it's not that. and i know it's not that. and i know from experience that just going to classes isn't going to make the fantasy go away.

do i want to improve physically? yeah, of course i do. but i don't think that's any more worthy of condemnation than any other sub wanting a Dom to help them grow out of a bad habit. and that's not the draw anyway.

it's about the high protocol and the ritual. you bow in this way when you enter and exit the space. you dress this way in the ring but not casually. you address your Master this way.

i want to prove my worth to someone, and in doing so prove it to myself.

i want to be seen as nothing much, maybe as someone they expect to quit. and i want to prove them wrong. i want them to see that promise in me, improving with every order, every command. i want to be pushed as their disappointment and expectations weigh heavier on me with every step forward. if i fail them in laziness, that their tongue be as harsh as their whip or cane. but there will always come a point where i have pushed myself to my limits to impress them, and i've earned my Well Done. and all the better if it only comes after my mouth and cunt are as sore and used as the rest of me.

#idk yall i've been checking out the obedience app again n working out and i just needed to put this somewhere bc i am in a *mood*#thinking out loud #madax's fantasies #thirsty posts #will probably delete later #i wonder how much shit i'd get done with someone holding me accountable #trouble is i need to already view someone as an authority and not an equal to take them seriously #and also desire them carnally in order to negate my general resentment of authority #don't bother asking why i'm like this #i don't know either

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spoontoof · 2 years ago

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march 29th, 2023 9:34pm

a mask of my own face. i'd wear that!

welcome back to bro's rants, where i talk about some shitty thing that happened to me today that pissed me off so much that i decided to put it on the internet for my own petty reasons.

so basically, we were about to leave our algebra class and there was this introverted girl that thinks she is the main character was writing some weird anime quote on the chalkboard, and i felt the sudden urge to erase it. i am aware that this is wrong, but it was probably gonna be erased when we left the classroom, so i decided i wanted to do the teachers a favor (also erasing the chalkboard feels good for my sensory hahahaha). so after she was done, i went up to the board, and erased it. she saw that i did this, and instead of approaching me politely and saying, "hey, that wasn't very nice. you shouldn't have done that," her response was to forcefully grab my arm and dig her long-ass nails into it. that was painful as fuck, so when i confronted her about after she took her disgusting nails off of me, her response was, "i was hungry." haa she thinks she isn't a human. what fun!

for a little bit of context, i do somewhat know who she is. we've had conversations before, and i did not like her. she's self-centered, narcissistic, has fantasies about brutally murdering anyone who has ever insulted her (including me), watches too much anime, and is more of a satanist that fucking murdoc niccals. and if you know murdoc, you know how much he praises satan, so to hear that a girl that sits next to me praises satan more then the green guy from the gorillaz, that's a bad sign. she doesn't believe in therapy, she thinks taking to her sister every day is good enough. and she has clarified that her sister is more weird than her. either her sister is the ultimate weirdo, or she's a normie in which the girl perceives a being weird because she's not exactly like her.

and, as if things couldn't get any worse, the period immediately after that (10th period, which is the last one) was chemistry, AND we had a lab today AND we were working with acid. and of course, i just HAD to be the person to hold a test tube filled with sodium bicarbonate and acid above a bunsen burner spitting out a flame, everyone else was too much of a pussy to do it. the acid almost splashed on me. it didn't, but it almost did.

AND TO TOP IT ALL OFF, i missed my fucking bus AND i almost got hit by a car walking home today. god damn, today is just not my day.

sorry for the long and negative post today. i just needed to vent about the insane kids in my fucking school.

tl;dr: demented girl thinks she's quirky because she like physically assaulting people, acid almost splashed on me, and i almost died on the street.

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spiffingbeansoup · 3 months ago

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If you were able to study harder the phrase really isn’t for you then. I used to use it because I was burnt out from spending hours everyday studying to account for then undiagnosed autism, adhd and a learning disability (which despite being obvious didn’t stop faculty putting me into the top class for that subject because apparently I just wasn’t trying hard enough). And sure I don’t use that term anymore, but that’s because I have actual terms to describe what happened. At the time I used gifted kid burnout to describe severe symptoms, and do my best to manage and understand them. That first stage of accepting you have mental illness and burnout is incredibly difficult, and having an unserious phrase was important for that initial step.

The main characteristic isn’t being able to study harder. Even if you could, working harder isn’t going to solve any problems because the problems aren’t about the amount of effort that’s being put in. I’m glad you were able to, but a lot of people aren’t, and it’s kinda a boomer moment to suggest these issues can be solved by buckling up, buttercup. School systems actively fail their students, regardless of where they sit within the structure. Cause believe me I heard some horror stories from folk who weren’t in the “gifted” streams, and I don’t doubt it was as bad or worse. A lot of the pressure placed upon students compounds on the emotional abuse and pressure their parents already put them through. That’s not to mention the sheer amount of effort it takes to get anywhere from a shitty rural public school, where you don’t get taught to write an essay til year 11. I know a lot of ex “gifted” kids who are struggling to perform academically in uni (or have dropped out from education, uni or high school) because it has a huge physical and mental toll on them, which is only exacerbated after moving out and having additional responsibilities.

I’m not denying that there are people who use this phrase who are like you described, but that’s really not the case for most. Again, I’m glad you were able to study harder and get through things. But it’s unrealistic to assume everyone can. If you really have problems with this phrase then Tumblr does allow you to block and filter these things

this isnt about anything specific but i just wanted to say that as someone who is probably like the definition of "former gifted kid" - if i have to read the fucking phrase former gifted kid one more time in my fucking life itll be too soon..shut the fuck UP ALL OF YOU

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samsspambox · 3 years ago

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lUCAS PEARCE HAS THE SHITTIEST HANDWRITING I JUST KNOW IT

most stem people have shitty writhing, that's just how it is. i say this as a stem person lmaoo like look me in the eye and tell me bioengineer lucas pearce is not a stem person i dare you

listen,, the people at the NSB fucking HATE when luke has to turn in some type of paperwork because his writing looks like god damn tilted chicken scratch. the paper is at a 45 degree angle when he writes. it's a nightmare.

like i know technology is a thing and it's 2030 why do we need paper but luke probably has a stylus and writes in his answers. or maybe the NSB really like their paper copies.

agent one, looking through a pile of folders: hey, did agent pierce turn in his paperwork yet?

agent two, smoking a cigarette: god i hope not.

agent one: ??? wHAT???

agent two: you're new here, aren't you?

agent one: yeah, what does that have to do with anything? oh i found it, let's just— oh. i am suddenly jared, 19.

luke probably has to take his time to write shit that is legible. you can look at a paper and find the exact moment luke goes "fuck this i'm tired" and you just see tHE WORDS TILT.

marius, king of pretty notes™️ has gifted luke a printed sticky note machine bc mANS CANNOT READ HIS HANDWRITING FOR SHIT AND IT AGGRAVATES HIM TO NO END.

i feel like luke has a habit of leaving a lot of sticky notes on things just so he remembers the stuff he has to do but sometimes even he can't read his own handwriting. luke only uses the sticky note machine when he leaves notes for others, which is a win for the NXX.

luke realizes that it's a thing tho so whenever he wants to be a little shit™️ he'll just not use the machine. to be fair tho most of the time he uses his tablet to do things. he just likes sticky notes.

#talks from the spambox #(affectionate) luke slander #luke pearce #xia yan #tears of themis #i dont even lift my pencil from the paper when i write #i call it doctor writing™️ bc it's that shitty #it's so loopy too #it's a mix of cursive and print but also very close together and tilted #everyone in my physics class has shitty and writing #to be fair we only deal with numbers #but still they're very shittily written numbers lmaoo

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bi-bard · 2 years ago

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I Just May Like Some Explanations - Dick Grayson Imagine (HBO's Titans)

Title: I Just May Like Some Explanations

Pairing: Dick Grayson X Reader

Based On: Question...?

Word Count: 1,484 words

Warning(s): mention of abandonment/shitty dad/human experimentation

Summary: (Season 1) Dick shows up on (Y/n)'s doorstep with no warning. (Y/n) hopes that- even after so long- Dick can understand why (Y/n) doesn't welcome him back with open arms.

Author's Note: Fun fact, back in like the seventh grade, I was assigned to rewrite the end of The Giver for an English class. Meaning that my first (or one of my first) piece(s) of fanfiction was technically about one of Brenton Thwaites's characters. Extra funny because Taylor Swift was also in that movie.

MIDNIGHTS - TAYLOR SWIFT WRITING CHALLENGE MASTERLIST

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Dick had a lot of nerve showing up at my door with no warning.

That was my first thought.

And then, my attention turned to the girl standing next to him. She had her arms crossed and was clearly uneasy. But whether that was me or just the new situation was up for debate.

"Hey," Dick greeted. "This is Rachel. I thought you could help her."

"Nice apology, Grayson," I replied.

Rachel looked at him, but he kept his eyes focused on me.

I stepped back and let them both in.

"Who are you," Rachel asked.

"You dragged a young kid to my door and didn't tell her who I was?" I looked at Dick again.

"I didn't exactly have time," he tried to explain.

"(Y/n)," I held out a hand to Rachel. She shook it. I watched a look of shock cross her face. "What'd you see?"

"What," she asked, pulling her hand away from mine.

"What did you see just then," I repeated.

"I... I don't know... a... like a surgery room with knives and needles and stuff..."

Dick tried to explain before I could, about to mutter something to her.

"My dad," I cut him off. "He was... into experiments."

I motioned to myself.

Think of a vampire. Not so much a "Twilight" vampire, but a decently scary one. Claws, sharp teeth, eyes that didn't look quite right. Things I had no power over and couldn't quite hide without feeling like everyone could see right through me.

"I'm sorry," she muttered.

"Don't be," I shrugged. "Not your fault. I've accepted it."

She just nodded.

"So... why are you convinced that I'd be so helpful," I looked back to Dick.

"I'm a freak," Rachel jumped in.

"Same," I replied. "What powers did you get stuck with? Besides the memory access."

She hesitated.

"Go sit down," I nodded toward my little dining table. "I'll get you something to eat and drink."

The pair of them sat down and waited as I went around my kitchen. I grabbed some water and a little bag of chips for Rachel. After giving that stuff to them, I plopped into the seat across from her.

"My dad had a fixation with vampires," I started. My goal was to make her more comfortable. To let her know that no one was going to judge her. "The more traditional stuff, for the most part. I got the speed, the strength, the physical... attributes. I just didn't get all the little weaknesses. He thought the wooden stake thing was ridiculous."

There was a pause.

"Oh, I also got the bloodlust. Forgot about that," I pointed out. "I got control over that though."

"How," Rachel asked.

"Self-control work," I shrugged. "Took me years. Had to start with my day-to-day life. Mere exposure to people would drive me crazy. I still can't work in something like an office space without getting a gnawing in my stomach."

She looked to Dick.

"You two are safe," I promised.

Dick just nodded.

"He would know," I smirked a bit. "He's been closer to me than anyone else has."

He just looked at me, but I heard Rachel chuckle. I just shrugged at him. It was true.

"Big emotions were next," I continued. "Anger and fear and adrenaline. I had to learn to calm myself and pull my punches."

She leaned forward on the table a bit. Must've been what most of her trouble was revolving around.

The rest of the day was spent with Rachel talking to me. It was slow at first, but she was opening up. She described moments in her life and what she knew. The last few days of her life had been Hell.

That night, I let her use my bed.

I pulled the door shut and saw Dick by the window. He was looking out at Gotham.

"You can take the couch if you want," I said. He looked at me for a moment. "Rachel's all set and I'll figure something out."

He just nodded, looking back out at the skyline.

"First time you've seen it in a while," I asked as I walked over to stand next to him.

"Since I moved," he replied.

I nodded. "Still with Dawn?"

"(Y/n)-"

"You really expect me not to ask," I looked at him. "You ran for the hills before I got any answers."

"I'm not," he said. "Haven't talked to her since I left."

"Oh, so you just ran from all of your problems?"

"Listen-"

"No, no, I have questions, Dick. Good questions. I deserve more than just excuses or avoidance."

He finally looked back at me.

I don't know what clicked or sunk in, but his face softened as soon as he did.

"What do you want to know," he asked.

"Why'd you leave?"

"Bruce," he answered simply. "I needed to go."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I'm an idiot," he shrugged. I scoffed. "I didn't want you to feel like you needed to follow me or something. Gotham was your home. You kept talking about finally feeling comfortable. I didn't want to steal that."

"You were a huge part of that, Dick," I muttered.

"I did call myself an idiot for a reason."

There was a pause before I could force the next question out, "Did you love me?"

"Yes."

It was the fastest answer. It didn't have any follow-up explanation or anything.

"Then, why did you sleep with Dawn?"

"Because I'm an idiot," he repeated. "I... I can't make an excuse for it. It was just me being stupid and selfish and... that's all there is to it."

I was surprised that I wasn't still angry. I expected to want to kick him out. Scream, hit... anything really.

But I wasn't.

I almost felt blank. Like my mind couldn't decide how I wanted to react to anything around me.

I looked down for a moment.

"I'm sorry," he added. "For everything. I'm... I'm so sorry."

"Did you... Did you think about me," I muttered. "After you left?"

He walked over to me. I moved to rest my back against the wall next to the door. He stood in front of me.

"All the time," he replied.

I glanced away, my jaw clenching as I thought about all the time that I missed.

"You... You were the first person to make me feel like I didn't need to be ashamed of what had happened to me," I said. "It... It felt like you were running from me. Like I had finally pushed you too far. I... I just-"

Dick pulled me into a hug as my voice trailed off. His hand ran up and down my spine. I slowly hugged him back, letting my eyes shut as I did.

He leaned back a few moments later. He stopped a few inches away from me. I let my eyes truly scan every part of his face. I was actually seeing how he had changed since he had left Gotham. It wasn't much. Just aging. It still made me feel like I had missed out on so much.

I was caught off-guard when Dick pressed his lips to mine. My back was pressed into the wall as he kissed me. Like he was trying to test the waters.

I knew it was a bad idea.

I shouldn't have entertained the kiss.

But I had missed this. I missed feeling something... normal.

So I let him kiss me. And I kissed him back. Slowly. It was all so gentle. Hesitant. We were both so clearly nervous about something. It had been so long since I had felt that little pull from in my chest. The longing. The wanting.

Dick stepped closer as he got more comfortable. My back got pressed a little harder into the wall. That seemed to snap me out of whatever trance I had fallen into.

I turned my head to the side, causing Dick's lips to find my cheek. He leaned his forehead against my head, not pushing me to kiss him again.

"Sorry," he mumbled. "Sorry."

He leaned back fully.

"I... I just can't... I can't jump back into... this," I muttered. "I... I want to help with Rachel, but that's... that's all I can do."

"Okay," he nodded.

I stepped out of the space between him and the wall.

"You should get some rest. I'm... I'm gonna... I don't know. I'll figure something out."

"Please be careful," he called as I walked away.

"Always am," I replied. I paused for a moment before speaking again, "Welcome home, Dick."

He grinned at me. I grinned back before continuing to walk away.

I knew it was going to take time to adjust to being around him again.

But I would be lying if I said that seeing him again didn't give me just a little bit of hope.

That was enough for me... for now, at least.

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kiwixlime · 3 years ago

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The Quick Fix

E is for Enemies

Sam Drake is the smartest student on campus. He’s also an arrogant bastard and you genuinely hate him. No, really, you do. So what happens when you get stuck with him for a group project in your history class? Where do you channel all that rage?

Pairing: Samuel Drake x Female Reader

Warnings: Smut. It’s porn without plot. I just love the enemies to lovers trope. Well, I guess this is more enemies to friends with benefits. Also, this is an AU set in college. Any time I write about students/classes/etc, it will be college based. I do not write high school stuff. Hope you enjoy!

18+, Minors DNI

“I think it’s obvious I’ll take the lead here,” Sam says, finally joining you and the rest of your group at the university library. He pulls out a chair next to you, and on instinct, you scoot closer to the person on your left, putting as much distance between you and Sam as you can.

“No one has to take any lead,” you scoff as you open your binder and flip to the color-coded section labeled History. You slide it over to Sam, pointing your finger at the highlighted units already mapped out. “We each have one component to work on and then we can combine them together. If you had gotten here on time, you would have been a part of the selections. But you didn’t, so you’re stuck with the last topic.”

Sam smirks and drags your super-organized binder away from you, rifling through the pages with careless hands. You cringe at how thoughtless he’s being, hoping he doesn’t knock any of your notes out of place. “Mesoamerica? Am I supposed to be offended?”

“No,” you shrug, angrily taking your binder back. “I never said it was a shitty topic," you snap and keep your eyes trained ahead of you, glaring at the table because you know if you look over at Sam, you’ll throw a punch. And you’ve already gotten reprimanded for that before. He’s not worth it.

“Aw,” he coos and slides his chair nearer to you, invading your space. The wrath bubbles in your chest, but you swallow it down. Just ignore him, it’s in everyone’s best interest. “Aren’t you a sweetheart?” He teases, grabbing your hand, knowing that the small action will send you into a rage-induced spiral. But to your surprise, you keep your cool.

“Let go of me, Samuel, or I’ll scream and let everyone think you’re the older male student harassing a younger girl,” you warn, feeling victorious. That pride grows when Sam immediately drops your hand, letting it fall back down on the table. You reach for your pen, squeezing it so tight you hear it crack. Better that than Sam’s fingers. You guess.

The rest of your group watches with amused smiles. They’re used to your banter. On many occasions, you and Sam will go back and forth during class, trying to one-up each other, playing who’s the smarter student. Most of the time, Sam wins the academic battles. But you always take the gold medal in insults. So, you’ll take it.

They could stop you, but where’s the fun in that? Erin - your only friend in class - has told you many times that everyone gets a kick out of you and Samuel Drake going head-to-head over the simplest things. You’re probably the only person brave enough to challenge him, and that’s entertainment itself.

But, what you don’t know is that your little study group has bets placed on how long it’ll take the two of you to finally hook up. There’s a reason for all this tension, right? Yeah, you hate Sam, but you can’t deny he’s attractive. And you know he feels the same about you. He’s made some pretty crude remarks in the past. Still, it would take a lot for you to move past your disdain for the man to let something physical happen.

“Fine, Miss Priss,” Sam grimaces. “Guess I have what I need,” he sighs, gathering what little belongings he brought with him. “I’ll have my portion done by the end of the day. This was fun. Insightful. Catch y’all later.”

And just like that, Sam’s gone, like he was never even there to begin with. The rest of your group looks to you, the de facto leader, silently asking what’s next. You pretty much sorted everything out within the first hour of your meeting, so there’s no need for you to stay any longer. Really, you’d like to go back to your dorm and get started on your outline for the project. You hate group activities. It’s so much easier to work solo.

“We can go,” you say, neatly packing up your binder and folders and stuffing them into your bag. “We have a week to get everything done. If we just check in with each other and meet for a couple minutes each day, we’ll be fine. Just… Please, do your research, and edit everything you write. This project is worth a lot of our final grade and I’m not going to fail and lose my perfect GPA because someone isn’t holding up their end.”

Okay, maybe that’s why Sam hates you. But you can’t help that you’re a perfectionist. You are the typical Type A personality, and you don’t care what anyone thinks about you. You get shit done.

Everyone else just nods, happily falling in line. They all know that working with you will result in an excellent grade. “And when you’ve finished your section, email it to me and I’ll put together the final result. We can go over it once it’s finished,” you add, standing up. A chorus of agreement sounds around you, and you’re so thankful that all of them are weak enough to let you take charge. At least when Sam’s not around.

You give them a wave before walking off to a different section of the library. If you can check out a few books now, you won’t have to come back later and interrupt the workflow you’ll have going on. You’re casually walking down the rows of books, picking out a few every couple of steps you take. When you round the corner, you bump into someone, and the stack of reading materials you’ve been carrying drops around you.

“Well, fuck, can’t you fucking watch where you’re going?” You snap, not at all caring about who might be standing in front of you as you sink to the ground to collect your findings. Another one of your flaws - you can be an absolute bitch.

“Jesus Christ,” the person says, and you roll your eyes. Sam. “You’re so goddamn mean, and for what?” He chuckles, helping you up much to your chagrin.

“What are you still doing here? I thought you were leaving,” you huff, trying to peer over your stack of books to see what he has in his hands. He’s quick to hide it, though, smirking when you frown.

“I’m always at the library, sweetheart,” he teases, walking around you. He’s so tall, towering over you, making you feel small. “Great place to pick up girls,” he whispers, leaning down so his breath hits your neck.

“You’re disgusting,” you hiss, plowing him in the abdomen with your elbow. He chuckles and leans in closer, boldly bringing his arm around you to examine the books you’re carrying. He reads the titles of each one, humming to himself each time. “Are you quite finished?” You ask in annoyance, dipping underneath his arm to get out of his hold.

He throws his hands up in defense, in the process showing you which book he’s checking out. The History of Piracy. Cute. He’s into pirates. You should have seen that coming.

“Here to pick up girls, huh?” You ask, swiftly taking the book from his hand. He protests, but you ignore him, balancing his book on top of yours. You read the summary and find yourself smiling. “This actually sounds interesting,” you say with sincerity. “You research pirates a lot?”

He nods, blushing a little, scratching the back of his neck. “My brother and I are pretty invested in them. We’ve had dreams of being treasure hunters, as stupid as that sounds.”

“It doesn’t sound stupid,” you say, handing him back his book. “It actually explains why you’re so good at History without even trying that much.”

“You’re good, too,” he offers, a compliment you weren’t expecting. He’s getting too comfortable, and so are you. Time to shut that shit down.

“It’s because I’m pathological,” you tell him, which makes him laugh. He has a cute laugh. How have you never noticed that? Oh, right. You hate him. So act like it. Stop getting chummy with the enemy. “Anyway, I have to go. I need to work on my project. Good luck. I’m sure yours will turn out adequate.”

The night before your assignment is due, you find yourself up past your usual sleep time to put the finishing touches on your project. You thought you made it very clear in the beginning - you warned the group to bring their A-game. But when you received everyone’s email containing their part of the project, you had to practically redo everything on your own.

It’s beyond frustrating. And you know they’re taking advantage of you. If Sam were the one in charge (okay, so you lied, you wanted to be the leader), they’d have done the same to him. Losers who glom on to the smart kids and do the bare minimum, that’s what they are. God, you’re running on fumes as you type and retype reports. You can feel a headache coming on as you sit in the dark, the only light coming from your computer screen.

It’s way past midnight, but you’re afraid to actually glance at the clock. You know you won’t be getting any sleep tonight, though your eyelids are heavy. A sharp knock on your door is not something you are expecting this late at night. But it jostles you awake, giving you enough energy to power through, even though that energy is now fueled by fear. Your stomach drops, wondering who the hell it could be. Your roommate is out of town for an event, and even if it were her, she’d have a key. You never have late night visitors. And you’re not expecting anyone now.

You grab your keychain on the desk next to you, the one with cat ears molded into pointy daggers, for safety before you move. When you reach the door, you flip on the light switch in case you need to grab something else for defense. You take a couple of deep breaths and then swing your door open, pointing your keychain at the intruder.

“A cat? Really?” Sam asks, holding back a laugh. “What are you gonna do? Claw me?”

“I’ll have you know these ears are sharp and I could easily puncture your throat,” you huff, keeping the pointy weapon aimed at him. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“Can I come in?” He asks without waiting for an answer. He nudges past you and takes a look around your room. There’s a divider between the two beds, and he glances to both sides of the room, one messy with clothes everywhere, books in piles on the floor, and posters of athletes lining the walls. The other is systematized, tidy with everything in its proper place and sticky notes plastered to every available surface. “Wow,” Sam says, spinning around. “You are scarily organized.”

“Why are you in my room?” You ignore his comment and stomp over to your bed, tossing your keychain back onto the desk. You sit on the mattress, glaring up at him. “Go away.”

“Easy, girl,” he teases and moves to take a seat next to you. “I just thought maybe you could use the help.”

“Help?” You question, genuinely unsure what he’s talking about. Like you ever need help with anything.

“I saw the email threads,” Sam says. “It’s a fucking mess.”

Oh, that. Yes, that you can actually use help with.

“Right?” You groan in agreement. You skulk over to your desk and grab your laptop before sitting back down on your bed. “I warned those fuckers. And this is what I get?” You pause and narrow your eyes at him in suspicion. “Why do you want to help?”

“You’re not the only one who wants to maintain a good grade, sweetheart,” he deadpans.

You suppose you understand. Sam is an overachiever much like yourself. If you agree to let him help, you’ll definitely get things done faster, and you know the quality of the work will be just as superior if you did it alone.

Against your better judgment, you consent to let Sam stay and help you. You spend the first twenty minutes trying to decide on an order to arrange everyone’s documents. Of course, you argue, but that’s par for the course for you two. So when you finally reach a consensus, you consider that a huge win.

The next task you attend to is fact-checking, which takes about an hour even when you split the work between you and Sam. But luckily for you, he’s on the same page. He knows how crucial accuracy is.

When you’re done with the facts, you tackle the editing portion while Sam proofreads the updates. You are surprised at just how well you work with him when it’s only the two of you. You’re not fighting or trying to steal from one another. You have a good flow going, and you feel this weird connection with him.

But it’s been a long night, and you’re drained. So maybe these feelings will go away the next time you have to see him.

There’s really no point in sleeping. Your class is in a few hours. And you and Sam agree that practicing your presentation is more important than a few minutes of rest.

“I can’t believe this,” you eventually sigh, rubbing at your tired eyes. “I’m barely digesting what I read here. It’s all rubbish.”

“I told you I would be the leader,” Sam teases through a yawn.

“And I told you we don’t need one,” you say, making a very unflattering face as you try to not let Sam’s yawn affect you.

He snorts in disbelief. “Then what do you call this?”

“I call it being the only one who cares,” you answer, quickly and aggravated.

“I care,” he claims with a pout, and huh, he’s kinda cute when he makes that face. Oh, shut up.

You shake those weird thoughts from your mind and scowl. “Okay, fine. I like being in control, okay? I crave it. I need it. I want to control everything. I want all the power.”

Sam chuckles at you, amused by your admission. You're feisty; he likes that. “You ever think about relinquishing that power? It might feel good.” He suggests.

“No,” you answer snappily. “I will always take charge. I always have. If I take charge, then I can make things go my way. And do it right. And I don’t have to fucking rely on anyone. I don’t have to be disappointed.”

“Damn,” Sam says, feeling like he just got a deeper look into your soul. This new information makes him curious, and he glances at the photos on your wall, desk. Most of them are just of you and an older woman. Some with friends, he assumes. None of them with a man. “Daddy issues, huh?”

“Excuse me?” You exclaim, offended and impressed all at once. Okay, maybe it’s not that impressive, but in your defense, you’re tired. So is your brain.

Sam shakes his head, letting out a dry laugh. “No, I get it. I can relate.” He admits and looks at you. Your nostrils flare and your lips are pursed, and there’s a darkness in your eyes he’s never seen before. “You know, you’re pretty hot when you’re angry.” He says.

“Is that why you’re always pissing me off?” You ask him.

“No, but it’s a nice bonus.” He winks at you, and a thought crosses his mind. You might stab him for it. But it’s a risk he’s willing to take.

Sam stretches his arms above his head and scoots closer to you. For whatever reason, you let him until his leg is touching yours. He smells like cheap cologne and sweat, but it’s a little enticing. Up close, you can see the flecks of gold swimming in his eyes. He is handsome, you have to accept that.

“You should let yourself go once in a while,” he whispers, placing a hand on your thigh, rubbing over your soft skin just between your legs. “Give up control, sweetheart. Let someone else take charge.”

Your brain is screaming at you that this is a bad idea, but the sensation between your thighs is telling you to give in. So that’s what you do. Your eyes flick to Sam’s lips, and he gets the hint, pulling you in by your hair and kissing you hard. You find yourself kissing back just as rough in a bruising kiss.

Anyone who has been with you will say that you’re the dominant type, so when Sam tries to take the lead, you fight him. His hands roam your body, aching to pull you into him, but your fingers dig into his chest, trying to push him down onto his back. His kisses are rough and desperate, but so are yours. You’re not giving up your fight. Your hands flatten against his chest, using more force to push him down onto the mattress, but he stops you, grabbing your wrist.

“You don’t fuckin’ listen,” he tsks, bringing your hand to his lips, nipping at your fingertips with his teeth. “You want me to fuck you?” He asks, and your head goes cloudy at those words. His voice is deep and gravelly, and the throbbing between your legs intensifies. “Do you?” He asks again, losing his tolerance.

“Yes,” you breathe out, admitting to him (and yourself) that you want him.

“Then do as I say,” he warns and grabs you forcefully by the hips, throwing your body against the bed. You squeak as you bounce back on the mattress. Sam hovers over you, claiming your lips in a softer, more

passionate kiss, and you let him because his lips are warm against yours. You moan into him and feel him smirk, grazing his lips down your chin, to your neck, sinking his teeth into the smooth flesh. You tug at his hair, your way of asking for more without having to speak. He slides his hand under your shirt and pushes it up, exposing your stomach, then your breasts, until he can slide it the whole way off.

He kisses back down your neck, between the valley of your breasts while you pull aggressively at his shirt. He massages one of your tits with his hand while his mouth encases around the nipple of your other, sucking softly. He pulls noises out of you that you’ve never heard yourself make before.

“Sam,” you groan and arch your back off the bed, attempting to trick him into giving you what you want. In response, he bites your nipple, and you jolt beneath him. “Ow, you fuck,” you hiss.

“Behave,” he tells you.

“Touch me,” you plead, wiggling your hips.

“No,” he scolds, kissing your lips again. “What did I say?” He kisses his way down your stomach, stopping at your sleep shorts. He looks up at you with smoldering eyes, and you feel that warmth in your belly grow.

“You s-said,” you stutter, gasping when he hooks a finger beneath the band of your bottoms, inching them down. “Fuck, you said t-to do as you say.”

“That’s right,” he purrs, using both his hands to slide off your shorts. He sits up and takes in the sight of you. God, you’re beautiful. He’d never admit it out loud, not yet anyway, but you’re the one person he fantasizes about. No matter who he’s with, or what he’s doing, the image in his head is of you. “And that means letting Sam take control, yeah? So stop fuckin’ moving and begging and take what I give you.” Sam spreads your legs, rubbing his hands down your inner thighs. Your legs quiver and attempt to close, but Sam slaps your pussy lightly, forcing you to keep your legs apart. “I’m not gonna tell you again,” he says, voice deep. “If you want me to fuck you, quit being a bad girl.”

He settles between your legs, hooking his arms around your thighs and pulling your dripping pussy to his face. This is something he’s thought about since the moment he met you, so he’s going to take his time with you so you both enjoy it. Even if you get pissy and impatient. He pokes his tongue out, teasingly licking from your entrance to your clit, making you gasp and squirm. He licks you again, dipping his tongue between your folds and lapping up your slick slowly, savoring the taste of you.

“Fuck, Sam,” you whimper, and grab at the bedsheets with shaking hands. You try and fail to bite back your sounds as you thrust up your hips, losing your mind in a fog of bliss. “Sam, please,” you moan his name again. You’re growing impatient, writhing underneath him as you gradually unravel.

He groans against your cunt, flicking his tongue over your swollen clit. You taste incredible, and the sounds you make are so lovely, strung together with breathy moans. The way his name rolls off your tongue is nice, too. It’s fucking poetic the way you make such filthy noises sound pretty.

He slides two fingers inside of you, fucking you with them as his mouth closes around your clit. The action makes you thrash in your bed, disobeying his orders to stay fucking still. But you look hot, and you taste so sweet. So he doesn’t complain. Not when his tongue is buried deep in your pussy. How could anyone complain in this position?

“God, Sam,” you groan, patience wearing thin. “Just fuck me already,” you demand with a huff. You slam your fists down on your bed, ready to show him what to do and how to do it, but he pinches you, and you whine.

“Sweetheart, I love hearing those words come from your pretty little mouth,” he says, pulling away from your sensitive pussy. “But I’ll fuck you when I’m good and ready. Now why don’t you put that snappy mouth to use and suck my cock like a good girl.” He sits back on the bed and waits for you to follow his orders.

“I thought I was bad,” you mutter teasingly, propping yourself up on your elbows.

“Well, fine, smartass,” he chuckles, grabbing you by the back of your hair, and pulling you up. “Suck my cock like the filthy slut you are,” he whispers in your ear.

His words send a pleasant tingle through your body, and you push him back, letting him fall against your mattress. You try to climb over him and hold him down to restrain him, but he doesn’t let you. Instead, he guides your mouth where he wants it, once again taking over.

You roll your eyes and undo his jeans, yanking them down enough to show off his black briefs. He moans when your mouth over the bulge beneath them, flicking out your tongue to wet the fabric. His breathing picks up at your actions, and you revel in the small victory. Your quick fingers pull down his briefs to reveal his thick, hard cock, and you lick your lips, eager to taste him.

But you toy with him a bit, running your fingers over his shaft and looking up into his eyes. You smirk and wrap those fingers around him, squeezing lightly. He grunts, low but sexy, and that feeling of power courses through your veins. You bring your lips forward, kissing his leaking tip. He shudders, and his eager hands find your hair, tugging hard.

Humming, you swirl your tongue around the head, licking up his precum before you take him into your mouth. The sound that drips from his lips would make you laugh if his cock wasn’t filling out your mouth. You can practically feel the desperation radiating off of him as you bob your head.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” he moans, bucking up into your mouth. He hits the back of your throat, and you don’t even gag, leaving him impressed. “You were made in a secret fucking lab, I swear to Christ.”

You pull your lips off of him, holding him in your hand as you tease his tip. “Oh, yeah?“ You muse. “Because I know how to suck cock or…”

“Because you’re fucking perfect,” he mumbles out without thinking. You’d be lying if you said that little lust-filled confession didn’t make you blush.

But you don’t reply, grabbing the base of his dick and sucking him gently. Your plump lips close around him, velvety tongue flattening against his length as you take him deeper. He’s begging for you to go faster, begging for you to give him more. You giggle around his cock, and it’s then he realizes somehow you’ve got the upper hand again. So he grunts and pulls you off of him.

“So fucking difficult,” he says, grabbing you and flipping you over so you’re the one on your back. His hard cock teases your entrance before he slams into you, making your bed creak. The feeling of him inside of you is what finally, finally, makes you give up control. He’s fast, holding your legs apart by your knees so he can thrust into you nice and hard.

Admittedly, it’s been a while since someone’s fucked you right. You’ve had the occasional one-night stands, but nothing worth mentioning since you never got off. But Sam is so good and passionate and rough, pounding into you with his thick cock, giving you every inch of him you can take. His hips roll into yours, sliding deeper, hitting your sweet spot over and over.

“Baby,” he groans, burying himself inside of you. “Fuck, I knew you’d have an incredible pussy. Could be inside you all fucking night.”

“Yes, yes!” You gasp, turning your head, hiding your face in your blankets. His arms lock around either side of you as he anchors himself above you, thrusting in deeper. “Fuck, Sam, right there,” you whine, squeezing your eyes shut.

His sweaty body collapses on top of yours, and he grabs you by the hips, lifting your ass up, pounding into you faster. You don’t know if it’s the dry spell you’ve been having or the fact that Sam is just really fucking good in bed, but you’re about to cum, clenching around him, your toes curling.

“Fuck, cum for me, sweetheart,” he moans in your ear, feeling you squeeze around him. “Cum nice and hard, all over my cock, baby. God, I wanna feel you.”

“Sam,” you gasp as his thumb presses against your clit. “Sam, cum with me,” you beg. And he wants to do just that. He wasn’t going to last long in the first place, finally being inside of you, so your words spur him on. He looks at you for confirmation, and you nod. “Cum inside me,” you say.

Those words sound so fucking irresistible. He can hardly stand it. So with a few quick thrusts, he unloads deep inside of you. Seconds after, you cum, Sam’s name on the tip of your tongue.

Silence falls around the room, save for the sounds of your heavy breathing. Sam is next to you, breathing just as hard. Your mind is going over every possible scenario in your head, carefully calculating where to go from here when only one thing comes to mind.

“I still hate you,” you whisper, smiling a little.

“Good,” he smirks. “It makes the sex hotter.”

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xoxo-teddybear · 4 years ago

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He’s Lost - Bakugou Katsuki - Part 1

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings - Angst, Physical Harm, Cursing, accused Cheating, Katsuki’s insecurities

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

A/N: This is my first writing piece but this has been stuck in my mind since v-day is coming up so I had to get it out. Plz enjoy!!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Summary: Y/N is so busy around Valentine’s, her lack of attention towards her Pomeranian is causing him to freak out and do the worst of the worst

Love is in the air! The birds are singing, The breeze is blowing, the setting sun is shining, and the explosive teen is.....well, bruting.

Can you blame him though? Y/N’s been a little distant ever since February started. Even right now, instead of enjoying their time together in a quiet park, she’s staring down at her phone doing who knows what.

Why? Was he not good enough? Has she gotten tired of him? They’ve only been together for a little over a year. Is she talking to someon- no. Katsuki stopped himself from thinking like that. There’s no way his precious teddy bear would ever do that. Not only that, he was the best there is. Why would she even try to go?

“You dumbass. You’re missing this.” Bakugou sighed. “Huh? What? Missing what?” Y/N looked around looking for whatever “this” was until Bakugou grabbed her chin to force her to look him in the eyes. “THIS DUMBASS! US! You’re so focused on that dumb phone. Jeez, can’t a guy just get his girl’s attention.” Bakugou said dramatically.

It wasn’t that Y/N wasn’t giving him attention, it’s that it wasn’t the same. Yea she right there snuggled into his arm. And yea she was petting his hair just the way he liked. And YES, she was peppering his face with kisses from time to time. But it all felt off? Like only half her energy was put into the love and affection.

“Suki, aren’t u being a little dramatic. I’m right here with you baby. I’m sorry if I’ve been a little distracted. Come here dummy.” And as Y/N pulls Bakugou in for a tighter hug all he can do is release a “hmph” while falling into it...until her phone went (ding!) once again. And she went to check it. Once again.

Bakugou was getting tired so he got up and suggested they’d head back to UA. Y/N only got up and began to walk beside him, hand in hand, while still checking her phone time to time. And Bakugou was getting sick of it

*Wtf is she doing on that piece of junk? What could be so important she would half ass our entire evening together? .....Could she possibly be talking to someone else?............no.* Bakugou let those negative thoughts die down as they continued their journey back.

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A few days later

“COME ON!!” Bakugou screamed as he realeased a blast towards Kirishima. When Bakugou invited him to train, The red head initially thought it was to ...you know..TRAIN. But after some time, the blonde’s best friend began to see the bigger picture.

“Dude. What’s up with you man? We always go full on during training, but it’s not even like you’re trying to hit me. It feels like you’re just taking your anger out on me.” Kirishima said.

“Congrats on noticing shitty hair, I’m glad somebody’s noticing my damn mood.” Weirded out by his friend’s unusual openness, the red head continued to ask.

“So what’s up?”

“Nothing.”

“But you just-“

“NOPE!”

Bakugou exclaimed as he began to gather his stuff to leave the training area. “BAKUGOU!” Kiri shouted. “WHAT!” “.......it’s Y/N isn’t it?”

Upon hearing that, the blonde turned to look at his best friend with this sad puppy dog look. And man, if Katsuki had doggy ears, everyone would see how low they’d go. His best friend didn’t need to see it though, he could tell those ears would be 6 ft under if they were actually there bc there’s nothing hiding Katsuki’s vulnerability when it comes to Y/N. As the two best friends go to sit on the bleachers, Bakugou takes a deep breath before saying his thoughts.

“I think Y/N is cheating on me.”

“................HUH???!!!!”

Kirishima went from “caring and considerate” to “WHATDIDHESAYYY” in seconds. Y/N L/N?? Cheating?? Ok. Y/N was one fiesty girl, and she definitely had sass, power, attitude, and a little mischief, but she also had kindness, compassion, consideration, and honesty flowing though her. Not to mention extreme loyalty. There’s no way.

“Look man, with all due respect, I think you’ve finally lost it.” The red head laughed. “I’m being serious shitty hair.” The blonde stated. “She’s been so distracted lately. She’s always with me but it’s like her mind is also somewhere else. And not to mention that damn phone she’s always on now. She can’t go 30 minutes without checking it at least twice. And not only that, when she does leave to do whatever, she’s gone for hours at a time! What’s a guy supposed to think with all of that?! I mean it’d make sense if she wanted to leave. I get it, I can get loud, and yell, and I get angry a lot but.. she knows I never mean it, right? I call her a dumbass like i do everyone else...ugh but she isn’t just everyone else, she’s my girlfriend and she’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me.....SO WHY TF IS SHE CHEATIN-“ before the blonde could continue, his best friend cut him off.

“BAKUGOU” “WHAT??!!” “....talk to her.” Kirishima said. “What?” Bakugou asked. Kirishima continued. “Cheating is a real sensitive topic in a relationship. I don’t wanna give my opinion on something that could ruin something amazing. C’mon man, we both know Y/N isn’t like that but who am I to tell you what to do. I wanna help, I do, but I think it’s best if you go to her with all this. Honestly though, if you asked me, Y/N would be the last person I’d ever think of when it came to cheating on ANYTHING. Especially the guy she cares so much about.” And with that last sentence, Kirishima stood up from his spot and pat Bakugou on his shoulder before exiting.

With Bakugou left with nothing but his thoughts and Kirishima’s advice, he left and headed straight towards your room.

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“Shut up!” You excitingly screamed though the phone. “You really found the last part?”

“Yup, it only took about 6 different stores across the entire city.” Shinsou sarcastically replied. “You owe me.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know and I appreciate it. Katsuki’s gonna love his gift!” You said.

With Valentine’s Day around the corner, you’ve been preparing only the best Valentine’s Day surprise for the best boyfriend in the world. You’ve been so busy planning your surprise that I guess you could say you haven’t been giving Katsuki the massive amount of attention he’s used to from you, but you can definitely say it’ll all be worth it when he sees one of his presents that you’ve been working on. A silencer for his gauntlet blasts that not only decreases the volume of his attacks, but also increases his attack power. You remember how Bakugou had vented about his attacks being too loud that they scare people, but when he tried to keep them quiet, the attack isn’t as powerful so saving can be quite difficult. He only spoke about it once, but you could see the look on his face whenever he was out using his quirk around civilians. So why not give him a device that’ll help with his loud little problem. Now were you a support class student who knew how to make support items? Hell no. But were you a loving girlfriend willing to give her man the best Valentine’s Day ever? Hell yeah.

The piece of gear would’ve been easier to make IF it weren’t for a pesky piece of the project getting destroyed by Shinsou after he made Denki electrocute himself while he was right next to your prototype on the table. So to make it up to you, Shinsou went all around town looking for the piece you needed to complete your support item for Katsuki. Finally, all pieces had come together.

“He better. That damn bastard doesn’t know how amazing his girlfriend is. Instead of ignoring his ass these past few weeks, you sent ME to get all this shit for you so you could keep your precious Pomeranian happy.” Shinsou said while rolling his baggy eyes.

As Bakugou approached the outside of your dorm room’s door, he heard your voice.

“You know, you’re so right. That Pomeranian is unaware of just exactly how amazing I am. I really could’ve left whenever but I stuck around.” You snorted. “Well I’m glad I had you with me through it all Shinsou.”

*Pomeranian? SHINSOU?!? Through IT ALL?!?!? YOU WERE WITH THAT PURPLE HAIRED, SLEEP DEPRIVED ASS MIND CONTROLLING FREAK?!?? AND YOU WERE WITH HIM THE ENTIRE TIME YOU’VE BEEN DATING BAKUGOU?!?*

Oh to say Katsuki was pissed was an understatement. He felt all these emotions hitting him all at once. Anger, Disgust, Pain, Betrayal. It all became too much for him before Katsuki ran away from your down with his bed down and silent tears hitting the floor. When he let himself fall to the floor in the privacy of his room he screamed into his hands. His first love, his first real relationship, his teddy bear betraying his love, loyalty, and trust for over an entire year. After hours of crying, Katsuki was able to pull himself into bed. He couldn’t even bring himself to shower even though he spent all that time in the gym with Kirishima. He just wanted to sleep to escape reality. As he looked at his phone, he saw 1 missed call from Y/N, and 1 text saying “Goodnight love💗💥!” Bakugou scoffed at the text. Figuring u must be texting Shinsou the same thing. As Bakugou placed his phone down, an evil thought came to mind. Ruin her.

Bakugou smirked to himself as he had this pyscho and sinister look on his face. He would ruin Y/N. They haven’t officially broken up yet, so he could hurt her just as she hurt him. And Bakugou wasn’t stupid or so he thought he’s aware Valentine’s is coming up, so why not break little Y/N L/N’s heart on a day dedicated to nothing but love and happiness. It’ll be the perfect revenge on a little satin like her. Bakugou finally turned on his side with an evil, satisfied smile, and fat tears in his eyes once more.

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The next morning, Katsuki got up with a broken heart, but he figured if he wanted his plan to work, he had to fake this smile. Getting up, getting ready, and getting dressed was business as usual, but meeting up with Y/N in the morning was now off the schedule. Instead of going into her room to check on her like he usually does, he just went straight to breakfast and straight to class without speaking to anyone.

With Class 1-A seated and Mr.Aizawa at the head of the classroom, the students can finally start their first lesson of the day. Until, the door slid wide open. There stood an exhausted and quite frankly dishelved Y/N. “My apologies sensei. I was up late last night and overslept. Please forgive me.” Y/N said as she bowed her head in sorry. “Just take your seat L/N.” The tired eye teacher said.

As Y/N walked to her desk, she noticed Bakugou wouldn’t even glance her way. She was a little thrown off since it would be normal for him to at least give her a judgemental look for sleeping in, but no. Nothing.

Bakugou on the other hand was writhing in agony. Oh how he wanted to check on Y/N and make sure everything was fine, but that voice in the back of his head couldn’t help but tell him to ignore her since she’s a cheater. She may have been the girl he’s loved dearest, but she was also the one causing his heart to shatter.

After a few classes, Y/N tried to approach Bakugou several times, but each time he brushed her off. And when the bell finally rang for lunch, you can bet Katsuki was the first one out the door. Y/N followed him of course, in worry and concern.

“Babe! Baby! Katsuuu!!! KATSUKII!” Y/N whined for her boyfriend to at least look at her but once again. Nothing. Bakugou wanted to hug her and hold her tight but he couldn’t. Not after what she’s done. Right before Bakugou entered the cafeteria, Y/N pulled him aside and held onto his wrists.

“Baby? Hey, what’s up with you? I’ve been calling your name and trying to talk to you but you keep brushing me off. You also didn’t stop by this morning. Is something wrong, love?” Y/N was hoping for something. ANYTHING at this point. And it was like the gods heard her prayer because she definitely got....something. “My bad.” The blonde haired boy dryly replied. “....Oh, um, ok suki.” The poor girl just thought her dear boyfriend was having a bad day, so she just left it alone and let him go. But still, even on his worse days he would at least visit her in the mornings. As they sat down with the bakusquad, the entire table noticed how Bakugou sat up and moved across from Y/N after she chose to sit next to him like usual. The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife, and Kirishima could already feel what had gone down. He at least knew his bro didn’t talk to his girl. Not manly at all.

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Valentine’s Day

During lunch, Kirishima has finally decided to speak to Bakugou about this whole thing. He hasn’t been getting any updates since their time in the gym, so when it was just him and his best friend having lunch together, he went for it.

“Man what the hell is going on with you and Y/N? I’ve noticed you’ve been avoiding her like crazy,” Kirishima said while stuffing his face, nervous about the answer. “I was right all along.” The blonde sadly spoke. “She’s been cheating on me since the start of our entire relationship. And with that baggy eyed freak from 1-B.”

Kirishima couldnt believe what he was hearing. He almost choked on his food. Y/N was actually cheating. I guess people don’t know people as well as he thought. “.....wow...I’m sorry man.” The red haired friend said. He was at a lost for words and didn’t know what else to say. *sigh* “don’t be. It all goes down tonight.” Bakugou said with a sad smile. “What do you mean?” His friend asked. The blonde looked at him right in his red eyes. “I’m breaking her heart tonight, on the one day of the year dedicated to love.”

Meanwhile

Instead of going to lunch, Y/N spent her time finishing up Katsuki’s surprise in his room. Yeah, he’s been having a bad past few days so why not bring him a smile with these amazing gifts on the day of love. Although Y/N didn’t really feel the love today (due to Katsuki again being so distant and ignoring her “good morning blasty💥💗!” And “Happy Valentine’s Day my love♥️!” Texts) she was determined to make sure Katsuki knew just exactly how much she loved him. She was almost done setting up in his room. Rose petals on the bed, Candles everywhere, 4 different gifts including his new support item made by you, his favorite meal is going to be set here on his table, and you and him together spending every loving second with each other. Y/N didn’t realize that because of her setup, she missed the entire rest of the day. “Meh, so worth it when I see the look on Suki’s face.” Tonight is going to be perfect.....or so you thought.

You didn’t expect to find Katsuki in your room, sitting on the edge of you bed waiting for you with his head hanging low and his shoulders slumped.

*maybe he has a surprise for me....? Yea that has to be it!* Y/N happily thought as she closed the door.

“Suki!! Happy Valentine’s Day!” Y/N said with all the love in her heart as she ran and jumped on the boy for a hug. But Bakugou didn’t say anything. He didn’t move. He just glanced back up at her, giving her this cold stare. Y/N was too busy professing her undying love for her boyfriend to even notice his scary silence. “Suki I’m really glad it’s you who I have in my life,” the love sicken girl bashfully spoke while looking at the ground. “You make me so happy and I feel so blessed being able to spend my life with you in it. I really hope you know just how much I care and lov-“ Bakugou couldn’t listen to this bullshit anymore. He pushed Y/N off of him just before she could say those 3 words that would get him to break.

“Hey! Suki? Why would you do that?!” Y/N exclaimed while standing back up. “I hate you.” The blonde spoke coldly. As those words left his mouth, Y/N heart and world were falling apart. Her eyes went wide open and her jaw slightly dropped. As she was about to say something else, Katsuki cut her off with “I’m breaking up with your dumbass. Right here. Right now!” Bakugou yelled. Y/N was in shock. She felt hurt, pain, she was just feeling so broken.

As tears filled her eyes, she asked “w-why?” as she tried to reach out to him. “Why? WHY?!” Bakugou screamed as he stood up above her slapping her hand away. “THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN WHY, Y/N. YOU’RE A FUCKING CHEATER, THATS WHY!” The blonde yelled in her face. Y/N couldn’t believe it. He thought she was cheating? Why would she even do that? She already has the best person in the world for her so why? “DONT EVEN GIVE ME THAT “it didn’t mean anything, Suki!” BULLSHIT. I DONT GIVE A FUCK, CUZ YOU’VE BEEN CHEATING ON ME AND PLAYING ME FOR A DAMN FOOL THIS ENTIRE FUCKING TIME!” Bakugou went on as his voice began to crack while tears flowed down his porcelain face. “YOU LIED TO ME. I GAVE YOU MY ENTIRE BEING AND YOU FUCKING LIED. YOU DUMB FUCKING BITCH, I CANT BELIEVE I EVER LOVED A SORRY EXCUSE OF A PERSON LIKE YOU. I HATE YOU SO DAMN MUCH, I DONT EVEN UNDERSTAND WHAT THE FUCK I SAW IN YOU!” Y/N’s heart hit the ground. No actually, it went 6 ft under because after all that he’s said, her heart is dead. Broken. In agony. “Suki I-“ “DONT FUCKING CALL ME THAT L/N.” Hearing him refer to her with her family name hit so hard. “KATSUKI PLEASE! I DIDNT DO ANYTHING I SWEA-“ as Y/N tried to reach out to him, he interrupted her again and pushed her hand away. “I SAID DONT CALL ME THAT!”

The blonde yelled, except this time....he didn’t only yell. The burning scent of smoke came into his nose and the loud explosion could be heard throughout the building. The product of what he just did came to him. He just attacked the love of his life. As much as Y/N hurt him, Katsuki still loved her with his everything. And the fact that he subconsciously attacked her broke him even more. Y/N’s screams of pain reached his ears, as he looked down and saw his precious teddy bear with a burned arm and fat tears on her face, crying in pain.

Bakugou ran down to her level to try and help her. “Y/N! Hey, hey teddy bear look I’m so-“ Y/N pushed him away before he could continue. “WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU BAKUGOU?!” Ouch. His family name felt like poison coming from your tongue. “Princess, I’m sorry I didn’t-“ “SHUT UP AND LET ME SPEAK FOR ONCE YOU FUCKING IDIOT!” Y/N screamed as she stood up to face him. “I DIDNT FUCKING CHEAT ON YOU. WHY THE HELL WOULD I DO THAT WHEN YOU’RE THE BEST DAMN THING THATS EVER HAPPENED TO ME?!..ah!” Y/N was cut off by the stinging of her wound, and Bakugou couldn’t do anything but stare. Y/N grabbed onto her wound before continuing. “I love you Bakugou. I wouldn’t even dream about doing wrong by you. I thought I was a good girlfriend or at least a good person-“ Bakugou quickly interrupted “No! Y/N you are, I just-“ “If I am then what the hell made you even think of me so lowly? What the hell did I do to make you question my loyalty? What the hell did I do that was worthy of you burning my fucking arm?!” Y/N cried out.

Silence fell upon the room. It felt like hours before anybody said anything. Both people had heavy tears in their face now. One crying because he realized he was an idiot and harmed the girl who did nothing wrong, and One crying because she did nothing wrong but ended up being a villain in her loved one’s life. Y/N broke the silence with a scoff.

“You know what Suki?” Y/N said looking him in the eyes. “Yes teddy bear?” Bakugou quickly replied with wide, desperate eyes upon hearing the loving nickname, thinking they would move on from this horrible incident. “Get the fuck out.” Y/N said in a low voice. Bakugou was shocked. He knew he fucked up horribly but after realizing the truth, he can’t leave you! He loves you too damn much for that! “What? Y/N please listen to me, I’m sor-“ “I DONT GIVE A FUCK! Leave..please.” The sad girl cried. Bakugou grabbed onto her shoulders begging her to not end this. “Y/N please! Please princess! I’m so fucking sorry! I’m an idiot, I know, and I definitely don’t deserve you but please I can’t lose you.” Bakugou said with tears falling down his face. “Please don’t do this to us. Please don’t do this to me, I’m BEGGING YOU.” “Bakugou-“ The sad boy cut you off, shaking his head, “ NO ITS SUKI. YOUR SUKI. YOUR KATSUKI.......please teddy bear I need you.......h-here let me help yo-”

You harshly pushed the boy off of you and as he tried to desperately go back to you, you used your quirk to keep him at bay. “Bakugou Katsuki. I’m leaving this room since you won’t, and I won’t come back until I know you’re out of my room.” Y/N began as she looked at him with cold, sad eyes. “From now on, you won’t have to worry about this bitch because I’ll stay out of your life, I swear. Don’t look at me, don’t touch me, DONT EVEN TALK TO ME. Just leave me alone....we’re done.” And with that Y/N ran out of her room, and out of the building, needing to get away from the place for a little bit. She could deal with her wound later. She just needed to get away. Bakugou just stood there in sadness and shock. As much as he wanted to run after you, he figured he’d give you a little breather. You guys could fix things in the morning...right?

Bakugou waited an hour in your room waiting for you, but you were right. You really weren’t coming back until he left your private area. So that’s what he did. With a heavy heart, he picked himself up and dragged his feet back to his dorm. He looked like a mess. He knew he did. Messy hair, red swollen eyes, dry lips. His entire body screamed heartbroken. When he open the door, instant regret and love hit him at once. His room was covered with rose petals and flowers, there were candles everywhere, heart shaped balloons all around, he had 4 different boxes of gifts, and two plates of extra spicy curry was set on his table, obviously cold now. What caught his eye was that one of the gift boxes had a note attached to it. With tears in his eyes, he read it.

Hey Suki! It’s Valentine’s Day! I love you to the moon and back and so much more. There’s no words that are able to describe the way I feel about you. You drive me insane in all the right ways and I love it! Lol. I hope you like your Valentine’s Day surprise. I’ve been working for weeks on it, so I’m sorry if I’ve been a little distracted. I know I’ve been kinda absent these past few days but I promise I’ll make it up to you love! Hopefully I can start with this gift that I’ve been working on. Enjoy your brand new grenade silencer! Made it myself just for you. There’s nothing else in the world like this. I love you Bakugou Katsuki!

(P.S. If Shinsou from 1-B gives you shit about it, it’s because I made him drag his ass everywhere to look for a missing part so I wouldn’t have to leave you so much)

XOXO, Your forever teddy bear <3

As he quickly opened the gift, he saw it. A silencer that would attach to his gauntlets to make the sound quieter and the blast even more powerful. It was incredible. You are incredible. He only ever mentioned the sound of his blasts once, and you listened and you fixed it.

Bakugou shook as tears began to fall onto the paper. He couldn’t believe it. Everything started coming together now. The reason you were so distracted was because you were setting this up for him. You were always on the phone because you were assembling pieces and ordering gifts for him. You weren’t cheating on him with Shinsou. You were making sure he could find something that you needed for him. Y/N L/N was truly the best girlfriend in the world. Scratch that, she is the best girlfriend in the world. No scratch that too, she’s just the best, period. And Bakugou’s idiotic self ruined everything for him. All because he couldn’t have a little faith in his teddy bear. As Katsuki cried and cried, he set everything aside.

He took the petals off his bed. He didn’t deserve it. He blew out the candles around his room. He didn’t deserve it. He popped the balloons, and ignored the food. He laid in bed with more tears than ever, and looked at the ceiling. He finally turned to his side to fall asleep, but not before grabbing the picture on his bedside nightstand. A picture of you and him. He remembers that picture oh so clearly. It was his birthday, and while he didn’t want to celebrate, you did everything in your power to make it the best one yet. And you did just that. Bakugou hugged that picture so tight, because he didn’t have you in his arms tonight. He didn’t think he would ever have you in his arms again. So Bakugou Katsuki continued to cry until he was asleep, escaping from the reality of him losing his love, his teddy bear, his princess, and his Y/N.

Bakugou Katsuki never lost, no. He’s always been ahead, always number one, always the best. He always won and achieved and nothing ever stopped him. Except this time, the only thing that stopped him and caused him to lose, was himself. He lost. He lost his everything. His world, his rock, his heart, his Y/N. He’s lost without her in his life, and at this point he thinks he’s lost at life. There was nothing that could fix him unless it was you coming back to him.

Bakugou Katsuki? He’s lost.

A/N: HOLY SHIT! That was my very first writing piece and it was just a Drabble of a thought I’ve been having. Sorry if it’s a little off and weird, I’m still new to writing but hopefully I’ll get better. This was NOT spell checked so my apologies for any mistakes. I hope you enjoyed reading this! Thx for the love!

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