#gradual romance

[insanesanitysparks]

Thankfully Together Day 4 Keigo Takami x Fuyumi Todoroki

Pairing Name: Keimi - so cute don't you think?

Summary: It was just for some recon...until it wasn't...now they've got a whole other problem on their hands!

Tags: mha, bnha, Minors DNI, Thankfully Together, Keigo Takami x Fuyumi Todoroki, Hawks x Fuyumi Todoroki, Keigo Takami, Hawks, Fuyumi Todoroki, smut, romance, little bit of angst, fluff, gradual romance, adults getting in trouble, dirty talk, minor stalking, attention seeking behavior

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Completed One-Shots: Day 1: Izuku Midoriya x Ochaco Uraraka Day 2: Denki Kaminari x Kyoka Jiro Day 3: Enji Todoroki x Rei Todoroki

Frosty Feathers

It started as a fling, if even that. Hawks wanted more information about the number one hero before he started working with the man. What better way than to get close to his kids? He offered Shoto an internship but the kid turned him down. He tried to talk to Natsuo “in passing” but the guy had no interest in talking to heroes whatsoever. Touya, Endeavor’s oldest, was dead. And his wife was in a mental hospital…interesting but it kept him from approaching her. So that just left him with Fuyumi. That was fine, girls loved to talk and he was an attractive young man. He should be able to learn everything he needed from her.

So Hawks started focusing his research on Fuyumi. She was a teacher, frequented a cheap coffee place every morning on the way to work, and she was super friendly to everyone on her morning and after-school routines. She appeared to be the active housekeeper of the Todoroki household too, if the grocery bags and cleaning items she bought were anything to go by. She could work for him, this was going to be too easy!

He “bumped” into her one late afternoon at the store. She was buying supplies for her class. He helped her carry the armload to the register, paid for her (even though neither of them were hurting financially), walked her to her car and held the door for her like a gentleman. All the while, he rambled about how he thought teachers were underpaid and underappreciated.

And Fuyumi soaked it in. She melted at the affection, he could see her eyes softening, her shoulders relaxing. She laughed and smiled and conversed with him, sighing sadly when they made it back to her car and she thought their time together was near an end. By his observations, she was starved for attention but there was also something else. Something he couldn’t place his finger on. He knew it was risky, but he invited her out for coffee that weekend. In a heartbeat, she agreed.

They were just supposed to be friends. Hawks never intended for anything more. They went out for coffee and he was able to determine what the something was that he couldn’t place earlier in the week. For as much as loved and cared for her father, she also resented him for some reason and didn’t want to be defined as “Endeavor’s daughter.” Her coworkers were nice enough and the people she saw on a day-to-day basis were friendly but none actually made an effort to be friends with her simply because she was a Todoroki. So the fact that he talked to her after bumping into her and offered to take her out for coffee “just to talk” swept her off her feet.

He was planning to let her down gently after he started working with Endeavor, planned on telling her that work was going to keep him away and they wouldn’t be able to meet for a while. He would fade out of her life and she would be none the wiser. That’s what he planned on anyway, reality had a far different outcome. The outcome where he felt bad about disappearing so he sent her flowers at work, because he knew she’d be embarrassed if he sent them to her home. The outcome where he felt guilty about using her so he followed her to make sure she was okay…until she caught him in the act.

She had the eyes of a huntress when she stared at him from afar. She walked into a back alley and he followed because, despite being a hero, he was scared of the look in her eyes. He wasn’t ready when she fisted his shirt and slammed him into the brick wall behind him, smirking as she casually mentioned that she had her father teach her self-defense. No wonder she pinned him so easily! And then she kissed him, soft lips and tongue exploring his chafed, wind-burnt lips. Pressed against him as she was, soft hips, soft boobs, soft everything but with so much fiery intensity that he could scarcely believe she was the same Fuyumi.

When she pulled away, she was back. Eyes full of uncertainty but still holding hope. “Stay with me.” Her small voice begged and in his heart he couldn’t find it in him to turn away.

So he went with her. Followed her home, went in Endeavor’s house, and slept in Endeavor’s daughter’s bed. He wasn’t really concerned about being caught. He knew Endeavor was working that night and Natsuo wouldn’t disturb his sister, Shoto was at UA and her mother was in a hospital. It did feel strange though, to sleep in another hero’s house without them knowing.

Hawks wasn’t sure that Fuyumi was actually into him. Sure they had sex and sure they found each other attractive but they weren’t really serious. Sometimes they talked, sometimes they fucked. Fuyumi wasn’t the first girl he’d ever slept with and Hawks wasn’t the first guy she’d ever slept with. Besides, he hadn’t even told her his real name…not that it mattered. He went by Hawks so often that sometimes he thought that was his real name.

And then…the hospital…the fight with Shigaraki, the discovery of One for All and the truth behind Dabi’s origin, and the horrors that Hawks didn’t know had occurred within the Todoroki household. He knew it had never been sunshine, but damn… He wasn’t sure if he felt worse for Endeavor or his family, the abuser and the victims were being put in the spotlight and interrogated by the media.

Fuyumi called and despite his exhaustion and despite almost losing his wings, Hawks went to her. She held him so carefully, ran hands through his hair, hummed pretty little songs, wept into his chest and dampened his bandages. She was so nervous, so scared. He didn’t think he meant that much to her. They’d discussed this, they weren’t really a thing. They were just using each other. Still, he reached to comfort her. She batted him away.

���I-I don’t know how,” She started nervously, sucking in an anxious breath, “but I’m pregnant. You’re the only person I’ve slept with…”

Well, shit! The sky was literally falling and now this. Guess he should have expected it. Condoms weren’t 100% effective…still, he kind of expected her to be on a pill or something. In hindsight, maybe he should have clarified that. He wasn’t sure what to say to her either. They’d established that they weren’t serious, there was no obligation for him to stay, but she was clearly attached…and maybe he was too? Knowing that a part of him was growing in her… Fuck! It was terrifying and exhilarating! His father had never really been present and her father had kind of screwed stuff up, it would be kind of poetic if he wasn’t involved at all…but he didn’t want to be.

He didn’t think Fuyumi needed a serious response. She needed him. So in a truly Hawks fashion, he smirked and offered her a witty, “I guess I better not die then.” If looks could kill, she would have murdered him then but his lighthearted demeanor seemed to cheer her up.

They heard the door open but neither were afraid. They knew Endeavor didn’t disturb his kids when their doors were closed. Still, Hawks rose from the bed and walked toward the door. Fuyumi eyed him curiously.

“Well…I think I’m going to go fill your dad in. He should know what he’s fighting for. Wish me luck!” He marched out the door with a goofy salute and Fuyumi giggled at the surprised “what the-” that came from her father’s mouth in the other room.

Her amusement was short lived as another voice followed up in a tone that told her she was in trouble, regardless of her age and being able to make her own decisions. Her mother’s voice was stern and demanding, “Fuyumi!” Crap! Dad wasn’t the one they really had to worry about…her mother was a whole other storm!

~ flash back ~

(the night of their child’s conception)

The room was hot and smelled like sex, stuffy almost. Hawks and Fuyumi were both drenched in sweat and each other’s sex. Well, Hawks was drenched in her sex. Hawk’s stuff was being poured into condoms. He’d been through two already and was on his third. Fuyumi really could milk him for everything he was worth!

And speaking of milk…two lovely, thick and bouncy boobs were dangling in front of his face as she rode him. Soft, squishy, and cool to the touch despite the sweat that beaded on her skin. Beautiful, bouncy boobs. Pretty pink little nipples pebbled in front of him, making his mouth water as they were just out of his tongue’s reach.

Fuyumi had set a hard pace in her efforts to cum, an accomplishment she had yet to achieve. She’d already pulled two loads out of him, pausing to change condoms afterwards to avoid rips that could potentially get her pregnant. But she had yet to get her own release. Her face looked pained as she humped him, riding him like a horse across a wide open plain. She slowed to a stop just short of his third orgasm.

“I-I’m sorry,” She panted breathlessly, “I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’m close, I just can’t…I don’t know why. I keep getting close and then I lose it.”

Hawks reached a hand up to caress her face. He usually let her take control because she liked to ride him, and if he was being honest he quite liked to be ridden. It pinned his wings beneath him, forced him to stay still, and the view of the big bouncing tits in front of him made it all that much more worth it! But it didn’t seem like that was going to cut it for Fuyumi today. No problem, he was an ambidextrous man and he lived to please.

He slid his one hand from her face to the back of her neck, the other wrapped around her back and pulled her close. Then he flipped them, pushing her into the blankets. He used his feather’s to pin her in place, arms over her head, legs pushed up and spread as far and wide as they could go. One hand rested next to her side, supporting his weight, and the other wrapped around her neck. He didn’t really squeeze, more like held, applying just enough pressure to give a threatening warning.

“Fucking bitch!” He teased, ruthless eyes gazing down into her teary eyes and sending shivers down her spine. He could feel her clench around him at the way he spoke to her. “Use my cock, make me cum like that and then can’t even be bothered to cum herself! Just a needy little slut aren’t you? Need me to breed you? Knock you up like the sexy little whore you are?” He leaned in closer and whispered in her ear, nibbling on her lobe and down her neck afterwards. He was careful not to leave any marks because they didn’t want people to know, but that didn’t mean that he couldn’t tease her sensitive skin a little.

“Ha-Ha-Hawks!” She moaned, “Y-yes! I-I’m y-your d-d-ir-ty little, s-sexy, s-slutty b-b-itch! B-breed me! P-please! I need more!”

He was happy to give it! Going as hard and as fast as he could manage, flicking her nipples with his feathers. He felt himself getting close and nipped at her lip. “You better fucking cum! You better fucking cum or else your not cumming at all!” He commanded with a growl. “You ready baby? You want my fucking cum?”

“Yes! Yes! I want it!” She nodded desperately. He squeezed her neck a little tighter and grinned when her pussy clenched tighter.

“Good girl! Good girl! You’re gonna cum in three…” His hips started to stutter but he kept going. “Two…” She whined and writhed under him, twitching and shaking like she was being shocked. She was desperate and he was close, this had to work! “One!” He grunted, plunging as deep as he could go and rocking into her as he rode out his final orgasm. He was so blissed out by the feeling that he forgot to pay attention to her.

He collapsed on top of her, cock going limp inside her as he caught his breath and released her from his feathers. When he could finally think straight again, he pulled out and looked at her questioningly. “Did you cum? You felt so good I got distracted.”

Fuyumi nodded, eyes cloudy. She looked like how he felt, like he’d just run a marathon. Did she cum that hard? He shrugged, tugging the condom off and tossing it in the trash bin on his way to the bathroom for a cloth to clean her up with. Once they were both mostly clean, Hawks slipped back into the bed for cuddles.

“We should do that more often.” Fuyumi sighed in content. “I think I like dirty talk.”

“Yes ma’am! My icey little sex queen.” Hawks teased lightly, kissing her forehead before pulling back with a frown. He needed to remember to keep this casual. Don’t get attached.

When Fuyumi woke the next morning, Hawks was already gone but that didn’t really surprise her. They weren’t really serious, though she wouldn’t mind if they were something more. He was attractive and seemed to be a good man. She stretched and made her way to the bathroom, glancing at the trash bin to see if it needed emptied as she relieved herself. It didn’t register then what she was actually looking at, her brain just assumed it was lotion. Until thirty minutes later when she was remembering her passionate night over breakfast and it hit her. She hadn’t put any lotion in the trashcan! She ran back to the bathroom and checked…the cum had leaked out of the condom…but where? It was tied off…surely it didn’t… She took a shaky breath to calm herself. It probably just ripped when he was taking it off. And even if a little did get inside her, she was fairly certain she was outside of the fertile window. It would be fine!

Or at least that’s what she told herself until she missed her period…and the next one…and then the doctor told her otherwise. Well…shit!

[hauntingofhouses]

Very interesting to me that a certain subset of the BES fandom's favourite iterations of Mizu and Akemi are seemingly rooted in the facades they have projected towards the world, and are not accurate representations of their true selves.

And I see this is especially the case with Mizu, where fanon likes to paint her as this dominant, hyper-masculine, smirking Cool GuyTM who's going to give you her strap. And this idea of Mizu is often based on the image of her wearing her glasses, and optionally, with her cloak and big, wide-brimmed kasa.

And what's interesting about this, to me, is that fanon is seemingly falling for her deliberate disguise. Because the glasses (with the optional combination of cloak and hat) represent Mizu's suppression of her true self. She is playing a role.

Take this scene of Mizu in the brothel in Episode 4 for example. Here, not only is Mizu wearing her glasses to symbolise the mask she is wearing, but she is purposely acting like some suave and cocky gentleman, intimidating, calm, in control. Her voice is even deeper than usual, like what we hear in her first scene while facing off with Hachiman the Flesh-Trader in Episode 1.

This act that Mizu puts on is an embodiment of masculine showboating, which is highly effective against weak and insecure men like Hachi, but also against women like those who tried to seduce her at the Shindo House.

And that brings me to how Mizu's mask is actually a direct parallel to Akemi's mask in this very same scene.

Here, Akemi is also putting up an act, playing up her naivety and demure girlishness, using her high-pitched lilted voice, complimenting Mizu and trying to make small talk, all so she can seduce and lure Mizu in to drink the drugged cup of sake.

So what I find so interesting and funny about this scene, characters within it, and the subsequent fandom interpretations of both, is that everyone seems to literally be falling for the mask that Mizu and Akemi are putting up to conceal their identities, guard themselves from the world, and get what they want.

It's also a little frustrating because the fanon seems to twist what actually makes Mizu and Akemi's dynamic so interesting by flattening it completely. Because both here and throughout the story, Mizu and Akemi's entire relationship and treatment of each other is solely built off of masks, assumptions, and misconceptions.

Akemi believes Mizu is a selfish, cocky male samurai who destroyed her ex-fiance's career and life, and who abandoned her to let her get dragged away by her father's guards and forcibly married off to a man she didn't know. on the other hand, Mizu believes Akemi is bratty, naive princess who constantly needs saving and who can't make her own decisions.

These misconceptions are even evident in the framing of their first impressions of each other, both of which unfold in these slow-motion POV shots.

Mizu's first impression of Akemi is that of a beautiful, untouchable princess in a cage. Swirling string music in the background.

Akemi's first impression of Mizu is of a mysterious, stoic "demon" samurai who stole her fiance's scarf. Tense music and the sound of ocean waves in the background.

And then, going back to that scene of them together in Episode 4, both Mizu and Akemi continue to fool each other and hold these assumptions of each other, and they both feed into it, as both are purposely acting within the suppressive roles society binds them to in order to achieve their goals within the means they are allowed (Akemi playing the part of a subservient woman; Mizu playing the part of a dominant man).

But then, for once in both their lives, neither of their usual tactics work.

Akemi is trying to use flattery and seduction on Mizu, but Mizu sees right through it, knowing that Akemi is just trying to manipulate and harm her. Rather than give in to Akemi's tactics, Mizu plays with Akemi's emotions by alluding to Taigen's death, before pinning her down, and then when she starts crying, Mizu just rolls her eyes and tells her to shut up.

On the opposite end, when Mizu tries to use brute force and intimidation, Akemi also sees right through it, not falling for it, and instead says this:

"Under your mask, you're not the killer you pretend to be."

Nonetheless, despite the fact that they see a little bit through each other's masks, they both still hold their presumptions of each other until the very end of the season, with Akemi seeing Mizu as an obnoxious samurai swooping in to save the day, and Mizu seeing Akemi as a damsel in distress.

And what I find a bit irksome is that the fandom also resorts to flattening them to these tropes as well.

Because Mizu is not some cool, smooth-talking samurai with a big dick sword as Akemi (and the fandom) might believe. All of that is the facade she puts up and nothing more. In reality, Mizu is an angry, confused and lonely child, and a masterful artist, who is struggling against her own self-hatred. Master Eiji, her father figure who knows her best, knows this.

And Akemi, on the other hand, is not some girly, sweet, vain and spoiled princess as Mizu might believe. Instead she has never cared for frivolous things like fashion, love or looks, instead favouring poetry and strategy games instead, and has always only cared about her own independence. Seki, her father figure who knows her best, knows this.

But neither is she some authoritative dominatrix, though this is part of her new persona that she is trying to project to get what she wants. Because while Akemi is willful, outspoken, intelligent and authoritative, she can still be naive! She is still often unsure and needs to have her hand held through things, as she is still learning and growing into her full potential. Her new parental/guardian figure, Madame Kaji, knows this as well.

So with all that being said, now that we know that Mizu and Akemi are essentially wearing masks and putting up fronts throughout the show, what would a representation of Mizu's and Akemi's true selves actually look like? Easy. It's in their hair.

This shot on the left is the only time we see Mizu with her hair completely down. In this scene, she's being berated by Mama, and her guard is completely down, she has no weapon, and is no longer wearing any mask, as this is after she showed Mikio "all of herself" and tried to take off the mask of a subservient housewife. Thus, here, she is sad, vulnerable, and feeling small (emphasised further by the framing of the scene). This is a perfect encapsulation of what Mizu is on the inside, underneath all the layers of revenge-obsession and the walls she's put around herself.

In contrast, the only time we Akemi with her hair fully down, she is completely alone in the bath, and this scene takes place after being scorned by her father and left weeping at his feet. But despite all that, Akemi is headstrong, determined, taking the reigns of her life as she makes the choice to run away, but even that choice is reflective of her youthful naivety. She even gets scolded by Seki shortly after this in the next scene, because though she wants to be independent, she still hasn't completely learned to be. Not yet. Regardless, her decisiveness and moment of self-empowerment is emphasised by the framing of the scene, where her face takes up the majority of the shot, and she stares seriously into the middle distance.

To conclude, I wish popular fanon would stop mischaracterising these two, and flattening them into tropes and stereotypes (ie. masculine badass swordsman Mizu and feminine alluring queen but also girly swooning damsel Akemi), all of which just seems... reductive. It also irks me when Akemi is merely upheld as a love interest and romantic device for Mizu and nothing more, when she is literally Mizu's narrative foil (takes far more narrative precedence over romantic interest) and the deuteragonist of this show. She is her own person. That is literally the theme of her entire character and arc.

[number5theboy]

all i'm gonna say is that i find it really difficult to be mad at tua for writing this show the way it has been written since s2

[1000sunnygo]

Do you ship lawbin?

I don't exactly ship them but I don't hate the ship either.. Just neutral, I guess? It's such a harmless ship but massively hated for no reason lmao.

I discovered it was a thing only after Sawyer7mage talked about them in a chapter review (good reviewer btw! some sarcasms he made here reminded me that he's a professional therapist pfff) Initially I didn't like the idea but some valid points have been raised in favor of the ship by him and others. Law/Robin don't have a lot going together so far, but public opinion can be easily swayed if Oda lets them interact more. Given the recent developments in late Wano, the chance is quite high.

Only problem is that these two seem to be drawn towards the type of people that are opposite of each other. Robin had flirted with larger and older men who aren't "conventionally attractive", and Law's buddies are all silly little fellows with little pride who like to pamper him all the time. But fanarts like this by @/takara_op did a great job convincing me that they'd be pretty fun to follow as a duo 👍🏼

Oda's depiction of Law and love and his character dynamic with women is an entirely different topic and I have a year old draft meta on this,,,,maybe I should post it some day 🫠 doesn't have much Lawbin in it though

[littencloud9]

childhood best friends to lovers trope save me...........

[bluestrawberrybunny]

Poorly explaining SMG4:

The Lord of the Living and the Lord of the Dead are sent to Earth to protect an idiot whose well-being affects the entire world. This moron dies, the whole world dies with it.

But they dont know it at first and begin fighting each other until the Lord of the Living and Lord of the Dead of another world come and force them to get along to stop a world destroying monster bent on creating the perfect world.

On their mission to protect him they surround themselves with more idiots and become a found family.

There's also many memes and a living TV villain who wants the YouTube channel of the Lord of the Living cuz he thinks he's stupid

Also the Lord of the Living and Lord of the Dead are gay af but won't admit it and had sex in an igloo once

[shitpost-it-tristan]

"wAIT" He shrieked. She could smell the desperation... Like a stench wafting in the air, almost as if it was radiating off him-

I cant believe this is what I thought while looking at this screencap. What if I rewrite this entire scene like this. How do I even describe this writing style? Cliche, over-dramatised romance novel??

"Hero's cuties: The soap opera" I think NO

I'm absolutely doing it, I'm writing and yall are not prepared for this

[hojiteaversion]

In every generation there is a chosen one. She alone will stand against the vampires, the demons, and the forces of darkness. She is the Slayer.

And it sucks, sometimes. She had other plans in life other than chase the undead in cemeteries, you know? But still, she has come a long way from the scared little Slayer she was. Nowadays, she's just sick of these 600+ year old immortal men who think she is substitute for therapy.

Little does she know: the stakes are higher than ever.

I shall be glad as long as I live that even in that moment of final dissolution, there was in the face a look of peace, such as I never could have imagined might have rested there.

Vlad is mysterious, but he's kind. She's sure of it. He has assured her they will find the reason for the spots in her memory, and the wounds on her neck. She's not afraid with him. In truth, she's in a blissful daze… She can barely remember meeting him, or how she got here, or… who was waiting for her. Does she have anyone else?

She doesn't need anyone else. She has Vlad, and life is bliss.

Because I take things away from stupid, evil old men. It's what I do. I've always done it. They deserve to lose everything. And I deserve to have all their stuff.

Laia doesn't really remember her human life at this point. And does it matter? What is a human to her?

She likes watching them, though. She likes the blush blooming in their cheeks when they are in her presence. She likes the way they try to emulate her, to show her they are worthy of being near. She likes how they bare their necks, eager. She likes the horror sweetening their blood when they realize they will not survive her, because they are nothing.

Just like she was nothing to Vlad.

Just like he is nothing now.

[isatoru]

itoshi rin -> born to be a male lead in a shoujo

itoshi sae -> born to be a male lead in a josei

both -> forced to be soccer freaks in a shounen

[insanesanitysparks]

Love Comes Tsundere - Chapter 1 The Proposal

Summary: A complicated villain takedown puts Bakugou Katsuki in a cumbersome position with the Hero Safety Commission. To appease the commission, Bakugou reluctantly agrees to enter an arranged marriage with you, the quirkless daughter of a prominent member on the commission. Now you and Katsuki have to figure out how to live and maybe even learn to love someone you don't truly know.

Tags: Minors DNI, Bakugou Katsuki/Female Reader, Bakugou Katsuki, Female Reader, Arranged Marriage, Marriage, Fluff, Steamy Fluff, Spicy Fluff, Friendship, Romance, Gradual Romance, Slow Romance, Eventual Romance, Strangers to Lovers, Angst, Fluff and Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Eventual Smut, Bakugou Katsuki Swears A Lot, Bakugou Katsuki is Bad At Feelings, Protective Bakugou Katsuki,  Tsundere Bakugou Katsuki, Pro Hero Bakugou Katsuki, Bakugou Katsuki is A Good Significant Other, Slow Burn, Not Beta Read, I Do Not Do Chapter Warnings, So Read At Your Own Risk, Add Tags As I Go

Notes: I update faster on my Ao3 account. I like comments, even if they're just constructive criticism. I'm always looking to improve my writing. I am lonely and desperate for attention :p

Chapter 1 - The Proposal

The warm scent of freshly printed paper and the still silence of an empty office made for a boring wait, especially for a pro hero strongly accustomed to action. The drone of professional gray walls, the chill of metal filing cabinets, and the reeking stench of power from a fancy polished desk told the young hero that person who occupied this office was powerful. Powerful, but most likely impotent, using his wealth to make up for where he fell short. On top of that, the office jackass was making the hero wait damn near forever to talk about damn damage control. Inconsiderate bastard.

Finally, the door opened and the overcompensating ass himself walked in, haughty, like he hadn't just made the hero wait for him. "About damn time!" The young hero growled, his piercing red eyes shooting the older man a death glare. "I've been waiting for a whole fucking hour! You and I both know you've got better shit to do than to clean up my mess, so why the hell did it take you so fucking long?"

"My apologies, young Bakugou," The drawl of the man's false regret sent a cold, irritating shiver down Bakugou's spine. His eye twitched as the man casually moved past him to sit at his desk, "it is quite a mess out there though, the clean up is going to be a pain."

"Tell me something I don't already fucking know!" Bakugou huffed, running a hand through his spikey, blonde locks. "Didn't really have a whole lot of options out there though. If it had been anyone else responding to that situation then it would have been a lot worse! I don't even know why the hell you commission office bastards are getting so worked up over it anyway!"

"Yes, well, us 'office bastards' aren't just looking at lives saved and casualties. There's a lot more that happens in these walls than I think you give us credit for." The man sighed and pulled a folder from the work bag he'd brought with him and laid it on the desk. "Still, it is quite an unfortunate situation. No one is blaming you of course, you were off-duty and you were quite ill-prepared for dealing with the chaos; however, the commission still deems it reasonable to revoke your hero license for the time being. Just while they launch their investigation into the events. Then, provided they don't find anything suspicious, your license will be renewed and you'll be back to doing hero work!"

Bakugou bristled at the man insulting his preparedness. He was always fucking prepared! It wasn't his fault the civilians made the situation worse! He'd done everything he logically could do given the situation! "So you're suspending my license?" The blond hero hissed through gritted teeth. It would be a miracle if he didn't assault this pretentious asshole before he left!

"Well, we don't really have any other options here..." The man hummed and tapped his fingers on the desk, stilling before he spoke again, "Unless...maybe we could help each other?" The satisfaction dripping from the man's tone disgusted Bakugou and the gaze in the man's eyes was that of a predator who knew his prey had nowhere to run. Bakugou's blood ran cold and he just knew that he was going to kill this man! Hell, even the damn nerd's mumbling ass was more tolerable than this bastard!

Bakugou met the man's hungry eyes with a hardened glare of his own before emitting an exasperated sigh and turning his head away from the bastard. "Of course! And I assume there's a catch to this? What the hell do you want me to do? I don't do illegal shit if that's what you're wanting."

"Oh, of course not!" A smug smile plastered the bastard's face making Bakugou's skin crawl. "Now, I've noticed that throughout your entire high school and rookie hero career, you've never attended any events or award ceremonies with a pretty little lady swooning on your shoulder. I always supposed that you could be waiting for the right little lady, though with you I assume it's more likely that you don't consider a little arm candy to be worth the time. Time that could be spent furthering your career. Unless...maybe men run more your type? You always looked good with that Red Riot fellow, wasn't he in your-"

"Is there a point to all this? Or do you just like hearing yourself talk?" Bakugou interrupted when the bastard suggested a sexual relationship with Eijirou. Ever since the first year sports festival, Bakugou had seen the dumbass redhead as a brother. "Let's go charging into battle together!" Eijirou had so boldly exclaimed, refusing to let Bakugou turn him down. Or when the red-haired idiot fearlessly came to rescue him from the League. Charging into battle together... Bakugou couldn't imagine anyone else he'd want to have his back, as an ally and a friend, not a fucking oversexualized, fan-paired fucking couple!

"I'm just curious if you're interested in girls!" The bastard held his hands up in mock surrender, "Or do you simply lack the drive and therefore avoid them?"

Bakugou's blood was already boiling, and his face was undoubtedly red with rage. Now, he was seconds away from going nuclear with his quirk. Lack the drive? Lack the drive! Unlike your impotent ass I don't need a bitch to help me get off! You think just because I'm not running around chasing ass like a horny fucking dog in heat that I'm some sort of impotent freak like you! Cocky, fucking bastard! Implying that I should screw my best friend or chase pussy for arm candy! Little sparks danced across his hands, the threat and promise of violence growing ever closer. "Get. To. The. Fucking. Point." The blond growled. He didn't have time for this bullshit!

"Yes, I suppose I am making this longer than it needs to be." The man nodded as though they were having a normal conversation, not one where he could die or the young hero could lose his license. "I want you to marry my daughter, or more specifically, my friend's daughter. You see, she's quirkless and quite a burden to take care of. So clumsy and needy, helpless really. It's hard for me to get much work done with her around. My colleagues and I aren't thrilled about having to clean up your mess, but if you would be kind enough to take her off my hands for me then my team and I will make sure that everything is resolved before the sun sets this evening. What do you say?"

"The hell?" Bakugou blinked back his surprise. He wanted him to what? "You want me to marry...wait, if she's your friend's daughter why the hell do you want me to marry her?"

"Her father passed away, left her in my care. She doesn't know, of course, he died when she was young and I've looked after her ever since. But she's a growing woman, a lot harder to take care of than a child. Marrying her off to a powerful, young hero like you seems like the ideal scenario. You'll be strong enough to protect her without struggling like me." The bastard opened the file in front of him and slid a photo across his desk to the blond. A picture of the girl in question.

Bakugou stared at the young woman in the photo. She wasn't terrible looking...plain skin, simple hair framing a shy face based on the way she cast her eyes downward... She didn't look like a bitch, anyone who would intentionally cause a lot of trouble. If anything, she kind of looked like a ditsy nerd, like damn Deku! He glanced back at her guardian, the bastard pretending to be her father. If he'd raised her for as long as she could remember, would she be like him? Even if she didn't look like him? He considered his options, not thrilled at the idea of marrying a complete stranger. But did he have any other option? If he lost his license, even for a little bit, it would put him behind... It would definitely put a dent in his popularity, a dent he couldn't afford with Shoto and Deku competing with him for the number one spot. They almost always matched in arrests, popularity, and minimized damage. They'd been rotating the number one spot between the three of them since they graduated from Yuuei! Something that would change if Bakugou lost his license. They'd push him down to the third spot and he'd be forever stuck there with the damn half-n-half bastard and the shitty nerd taking the top two spots! "I lose my hero license if I don't marry her, correct?"

"Well, not to sound like I'm blackmailing you or anything of that nature, but yes. If you refuse to marry her, my team won't be so cooperative and you're license will be revoked while we investigate. Add to that the dip your popularity will take and your hero career will fall to the dust."

Bakugou protested, voice straining in his failing efforts not to continue yelling as he fought against his apparent fate. "I didn't do anything wrong!"

"True, but the public won't see it that way and the investigation, well, we all know that the investigations aren't usually favorable toward the heroes..." The man pointed out smugly, clearly not intimidated by the blond's explosive personality. " If it helps, think of it this way-you don't necessarily have to love her, just marry her for the image. Pro-hero Dynamight marries a poor, defenseless quirkless woman! What an amazing hero he is!"

"It's Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight!" Bakugou huffed, though with less gusto than before.

"Right, apologies. Anyway, if she doesn't interest you, you don't have to fall in love with her or fuck her...just make her an overpaid maid with benefits and get yourself a little honey to keep on the side. Ignore her for all I care! Just get the damn bitch off my hands."

A long moment of silence passed before Bakugou spoke again, his head spinning. He hated how nonchalant the bastard was about implying infidelity, about marrying a girl just to gain popularity. It certainly didn't feel right, but if he wanted to hold onto the number one hero spot for more than one year, he couldn't afford to lose his hero license. Even if only for a short while! The blond lowered his head in defeat, hands folded in front of him to keep himself from just exploding the bastard and temporarily solving the problem, "When do we get married?"

[crimson-nail]

More thought about Knives, Livio, and Razlo?

having klr meet through vash or wolfwood is usually the easy go-to, but honestly i love the idea of them meeting initially thru elendira until they become more than acquaintances. she will always be knives’ girlbestfriend in whatever i write and also she scares the shit out of LR but in a sexy way. have i mentioned that fight was my favorite in the manga. many times? yeah. it was my favorite.

[diathadevil]

HOLD THE PHONE KIMI NI TODOKE IS GETTING A 3RD SEASON???

After OVER A DECADE???

Holy cow I gotta look up some of the earlier episodes I literally haven't rewatched it since I graduted from high school 8 years ago. But man the show is so memorable for me and I can still remember some of my favorite scenes from the anime even after almost a decade.

[ruvviks]

made the realization my vampire story would work best as a video game and now i can't stop thinking about it

[kindasleepycryptid]

BOSOM-COMPANION???? he taught me a magic trick while waxing poetic about his goddess

Withers, that is NOT what makes a relationship

[fieldsofbone]

peak romance might be my guy sending me a picture of an excerpt of the book that he’s reading on the beach during golden hour and the excerpt in question being about the moral implications of people being given the authority to exercise corporal punishment against others and him asking if i share similar thoughts. maybe

[burinazar]

sometimes i really miss in early college when i primarily had four good friends i felt i could count on for almost anything and that was legitimately all i needed. friendships are more numerous but more diffuse now both geographically and emotionally and there’s some kind of bottomless feeling of unmet need there