#he's like on this pride month im coming out as an asshole

[kittychicha]

arthit petty evil bitch reveal

[snekdood]

bitches prolly out here psychoanalyzing my old art on behalf of my abuser to cushion their belief that im a Horrible Person but then dont see the irony when I point out the shitty things my abuser has drawn and how I see it as clear evidence of their mindset and beliefs (of what's okay to do and how to treat people) descending and pairing that along with everything else they've done and it paints a clear picture of how this person got to the point of thinking it was okay to abuse me the way they did and then the people looking for reasons to hate me through my art will act like "they're just drawings !!!" about their art. which one is it. does someones art say something about them or not? or does it only say something about them if you hate them?

[retrieve-the-kraken]

Am i the asshole?

A coworker who is one of the pride leaders at our office posted last week on our deai group something about coming out day, but they captioned it “Love is love!!”

I wrote to them aside that, for future reference, the tagline “love is love” excludes other queer identities that are not related to romantic attraction, like aroace and nonbinary people, etc. (I had been wondering about this since pride month this year, and coincidentally came across several posts and articles detailing why the tagline became so popular, and now also problematic).

They got super defensive and said things that made no sense. I tried to explain that love is love came from marraige equality, that it became an umbrella tagline to ‘represent’ pride but it was outdated, the same way saying ‘gay’ was once used to refer to anyone queer, etc. But they still didn’t see what i meant, they said that it’s a lot like the people who refuse to acknowledge their identity because they don’t look more masculine (this person identifies as trans masc).

I admitted that, despite not negating their identity, i often used the wrong pronouns with them (they prefer he/they, but they say that they don’t mind if people use she, or even it, because they say it’s meaningless), and im always kicking myself for it. Bear in mind that in Spanish it requires a bit lore consciousness because EVERYTHING is gendered… so i try, but i also have a faulty brain, and my mouth is faster than my mind sometimes, and i often unconsciously say ‘she’.

Today, we were talking normally, and then I brought up that convo, asking them if they felt like i was attacking them, because of how defensive they got. They said no, but then they started saying some defensive stuff again, and even some problematic stuff, and i was trying to clarify why i said that love is love just doesn’t cover other queer experiences. I didn’t want to lecture; as Isaac says in Heartstopper season 3 “i don’t feel like giving my friends a vocab lesson”, because a lot of people unfortunately don’t know or don’t further understand aroacespec identities and what it all means. But i wanted to clarify, just so that we could be on the same page.

And they kept saying really weird stuff, and pretending like they didn’t understand, and i said that it felt like they weren’t even trying to understand or even listen.

And then they said “listen, I don’t care.”

I asked “what?”

They stood up and repeated slowly, “i don’t care about this subject”

I said “oh… okay… thanks.”

Why did i say thanks? No idea. I was really taken aback. This was literally the first person i came out to at work, and they just told me they didn’t care to understand more about my identity or my experience, and then they walked out.

When they came back, i just didn’t talk to them again. There was a meeting with the whole team, some of the team went to get lunch, came back, ate lunch. They were there. Then we continued working. Hours passed, and we work in the same office room, and i just sat there, working, and then they finally spoke to me.

“What?” I asked.

“I said, are you done with the cold shoulder?” They said, and they were giving me this small smile, like they thought i was being ridiculous.

It really pissed me off, for them to know that they made me angry, but instead of apologizing or trying to find out what exactly made me angry, they just thought i should be over it by now. Like i’m being too sensitive.

I said “no”, and went back to work.

It makes me really disappointed, because this is a person who is very outspoken about being queer, and encouraging other queer people to be open about their queerness, but the moment I want to talk about my queer experience, they were very rude.

I know they might be going through things, they just lost a parent, but we’re all going through shit, we all have problems, that doesn’t give them a right to dismiss me and be rude like that.

And especially since they’re supposed to be like the pride group/ queer community leader, for them to react like this feels very problematic.

Until they apologize or at least try to talk to me about this seriously, i don’t want to talk to them about anything that is not strictly work.

It’ll probably be noticeable to others, since we usually talk and joke a lot. But i don’t feel like it. If they don’t care, then i don’t care either.

Anyway, it doesn’t feel like i’m being the asshole, but… am i the asshole?

MASSIVE EDIT TO CLARIFY SOME THINGS, BASED ON A COUPLE OF COMMENTS I RECEIVED, AND ALSO ADDING A FOLLOW UP TO TODAY:

Thank you to the people who offered comments and advice. I will clarify some things, because, as I feared, I may have left some context out in my attempt to summarize the situation as much as possible.

- No, they didn’t JUST lose a parent, it was actually a couple of months ago now, and they’ve been mostly fine, but one day i had a meltdown from stress, and they comforted me afterwards, and they also became overwhelmed, and i comforted them in return. i know grief is a process, but i don’t think this was the kind of situation which would warrant them taking their grief out on me.

- No, I wasn’t trying to change their mind, I was trying to share something with them. I learned this recently too, and I wanted to share it with the person with whom I talk about things like this so often. I didn’t think they were already on my side or that I just needed to remind them. There was no side. We’re both learning about each other’s experiences. Neither of us know everything there is to know about queerness. Nobody does.

- No, I never said that “love is love” is exclusive or that it’s problematic (that’s what the article said, tho). What I actually said was that it kind of leaves out the aromantic and asexual experience.

- Of course, not all aromantic and asexual experiences are the same, and of course aroace people could experience love and sexual attraction, or other types of intimacy and affection, but that’s not what ‘love is love’ encapsulates, because it came from marriage equality. (This article probably explains it a lot better than I can, but it’s not the article that I read a while back that made me realize why love is love is not the ideal tagline for pride month, for example. there are multiple ones, by the way.)

- No, we weren’t arguing, at any point. Not over text message, not in person. It was never an argument.

- Their response was along the lines of “of course not! i love you but i don’t want to sleep with you!” “love your friends, your family, your pets, your queer chosen family…” “being queer is not always about sex, but i can be wrong. thanks for the comment.” “i need to understand others more, i saw the post and used it, never meant to leave you out.”

- my response (to the first message): “no, love is love implies romantic or sexual love, and as you say, being queer is not always about love or sex.”

- i clarified “no worries, not feeling excluded, but i thought i would clarify.” “Its like when gay was used as an umbrella term, and lgbt was also an umbrella term… but it has evolved. and now love is love is like an umbrella expression, but it’s still not considering some experiences.” “i’m more into ‘be unapologetically yourself’.” (all of this is because that message was in a group chat, with other queer people, who might react differently. my coworker might interpret ‘love is love’ to mean ‘all kinds of love’, but someone else might interpret is as being excluding of other queer experiences and identities unrelated to sexual attraction.)

- they responded “me too. and that’s why i’m leaving it as it is.” then they mentioned that people don’t acknowledge their trans identity just because they don’t care about looking more masculine. then they asked about my mum, and about the morning meeting.

- i didn’t see the message until the next day and replied to the last two. and then i said “yeah, i know i have problems using the right pronouns and i kick myself over it every time. melting emoji”.

-they reacted to it with a thumbs up, but this was after we had already fallen out.

- i arrived at work first, they came in, we talked about mammograms (they’re about ten years older than me, by the way). they left, came back, i said: “hey you didn’t feel attacked by what i was texting you, did you? i didn’t mean to, i just thought i would clarify, because i was reading about love is love-” they interrupted me: “it’s not about sex, it’s not, love is love, you can love anyone.” me: “Okay, yes, but the thing about love is love is that-” they interrupted me again: “well, next time i’ll write ‘love is love but no meaning to exclude asexuals.” I don’t remember what I said in response, because i was already a bit disconcerted. I tried to explain that the thing about love is love is that it kind of focuses on the identities that are more about romantic and sexual attraction, and not so much about the ones that have less or nothing to do with that, like aro people, ace people, nonbinary people, trans people, etc. But they started saying something about “pedophiles were once included among the queer people”, and i was stunned. “well, pedophilia is not a sexual identity, is it? it’s a mental problem, it’s a sexual depravation.” “yeah but they wanted to lump them in there.” “well, yeah but that doesn’t mean that it was right. the same way that asexuality is still medicalized because people think that you should definitely be sexually attracted to someone, and if you aren’t it’s a problem.” “just love who you want, it doesn’t have to be about sex, why do you have to make it about sex.” “i’m not… i feel like you’re not understanding what i was trying to say, but also you’re not even trying to understand-” they interrupted me again: “v, i don’t care.” i fell silent. “what?” they stood up like they were leaving and repeated: “i don’t care about this subject.” i stared at them and said: “oh… okay… thanks.” and they left.

- at no point did either of us yell or get heated or anything. it was just… words. like we usually talk, like we have all these debates and conversations and share opinions. this time, this was the outcome.

- then they came back, and they didn’t attempt to talk to me, and obviously neither did i. nothing else happened, until later in the afternoon when the room went quiet (there’s always a lot of people coming in and out, and our boss was in her office with the door open. I was working, and suddenly i heard them talk to me. i said: “what?” they stared at me with a smile: “are you done with the cold shoulder?” in that tone that says “are you done being a little child, are your feelings still hurt, or are you having that time of the month again” i stared at them in shock. no attempt to apologize, no attempt to clarify, no attempt to talk about it. “No,” i said, and went back to work. I didn’t want to talk to them in that moment, because it felt like they still wouldn’t listen, so why waste my time…

- i know we’re very different people, and we don’t have the same personality or point of view, but this felt very out of the blue.

- UPDATE FOR TODAY: I haven’t talked to them yet, except to say ‘hi’ and ‘no, thanks’ when they offered me something. I think they left something on my desk, and then they offered me dried mango. it feels like an attempt at extending an olive branch, but… i don’t appreciate it.

I might come across as proud and stubborn, but the truth is that I feel like I’m pretty non-confrontational, sometimes to the point that I feel like a pushover. So when I establish limits, and maintain them, in situations like this, I’m not being proud, just trying to not get hurt any further. Being the bigger person always seems to fall on me, and not the other person, and i don’t think that’s fair.

I think it was pretty clear that I wasn’t trying to argue. I don’t like to argue or be angry at anyone. But the fact is that, if they don’t care about trying to clarify things, then I’m not interested either. I’m sure we’ll work things out eventually, but for once I would like that I didn’t have to put my feelings aside to prioritize someone else’s, especially when it’s obvious they know that they said something that hurt me or made me angry.

And I know it’s different for everyone, and it’s not a competition, but being aroace is particularly difficult when most people don’t even know what that is about, so when you find someone that you feel you can talk to about this particular experience, even if they don’t fully understand, the last thing you expect is for them to be so dismissive.

Anyway, I guess we’ll see what happens.

[bratphilia]

Game! Ship your mutuals with someone YOU think they match 🤭

okay bye im so sorry if i forgot anyone i tried to include everyone i possibly could

@dilfity obviously william afton but specifically steve raglan idk. he's a creep which u and i both LOVE and we're just going to ignore the fact that he's a manipulative asshole (bc i know you can outsmart those guys easily) even tho its v hard to ignore uhm!!! yeah. he doesnt deserve you tbhhhh but the power of dilfism compels you

@woodsypup listen i know you're an afton fucker but here me out okay bb? MIKE. he loves your feminine touch to everything, but with the hint of darkness that you bring to it. he finds it sooooo sexy actually and you have him so whipped to the point where he looks up how to do hairstyles with bows

@gilfhub post!di leon but as your grandpa. enough said. it's what you deserve cherry berry. he spoils tf out of you!! brings you back an expensive gift from san francisco, maybe some jewelry topped off with a my melody plushie!!

@wherenymphsroam hey new moot uhm this is my chance to say i love you and your work so hey have og re4!leon!! i love him and his fucked uppery and i present you with a traumatized, restless, puppy dog baby boy.

@iwantyouinacage vendetta!leon bc.. dilfism is just too strong. maybe he kidnaps you after stalking you for months as a way to confess his love to you, except you're not going to leave him even if you choose the wrong answer <3 love you ami-bear!!

@ghoulsgraveyard stu fucking macher as your step bro. yes yes the taboo-ness of your relationship makes it well taboo but like hear me out. he does all the disgusting tormenting shit we've talked about in my server as a way to win your affection bc my poor boy is absolutely rizzless when it comes to you :( only cares about you and billy thats it.

@d10nyx re4 remake!leon + ada!! you wrote ada so fucking well that i literally think about that fic every time we interact with each other my god. the two of them love spoiling you with gifts, souvenirs from their missions, and spooning you in bed!! it's the cutest thing ever actually and i wish the three of you sooo well

@minaslilblog you're going to hate me LMAOOO but silver eyes series!william afton. not dave miller but before he went under the alias n shit so hey you get plus size william which is literally my dream. i'm handing it to you bc i trust you. don't fuck it up, okay? (lovingly)

@kissingrhi roman mf roy. enough said. he's your short, pocket sized king. he loves it when you wear heels, unable to keep his eyes off your feet actually, because all he can think about is them on top of his face while you make him lick your shoes, or ride them, or you taking them off and throwing them at him. also you're literally his pride and joy, his favorite person even though he'll never admit it

[pangolin-404]

Im honestly really worried for ranboo. Most people that get this big on the internet either get desensitized to stuff and become a bit of an asshole (or a full asshole) or get destroyed because of how much they care. Ranboo seems to be heading towards the second category and I wish for them to be okay

[post]

I really have no idea where I see Ranboo going from here. There are plenty of big creators who do good (Jacksepticeye's Thankmas, MCC charity events) and to me, the Particles for Palestine event was like that. A big creator utilizing their platform to raise awareness and charity. I... genuinely I don't see how people are so upset with Ranboo over . what? Not doing more? Not coming out with in-depth, nuanced reactions to global events? When they probably knew as much as you or I did.

Yes he broke promises, he is not a guiltless victim; he kept playing TLOU2 even after told of its inspiration, he didn't do as much charity as he said he would, and it's good he's acknowledging that, but this visceral reaction to him runs deeper than that, it looks like? I feel like he should stop raising peoples' expectations and over-promising; he's one guy, he's young.

I know it's probably mostly in Twitter--in the Tumblr tags, the worst I saw was a couple people calling them spineless (sorry Ranboo, but good lird, he is a little bit spineless for not telling people to stop idolizing him). But I can't wrap my head around the logic behind people going after his ankles.

Now, I personally can't think of anyone fitting the "get destroyed" option you claim has happened, Anon. So I'll be honest I think it's a little bit overdramatic, but I agree with you in that I'm also worried for Ranboo.

I worry that a whole nonprofit will be too much for them. That is a whole organization, and even if they have others working with them, that is a lifelong commitment. This is something he cannot back out of (or he will be making another empty promise) or give to someone else to handle (he said he would be active in it).

Ranboo has Generation Loss/Chronicle 0, White Noise, The Sorry Boys (if that still exists. please it's been months,), his usual streams and YouTube videos, and his own personal life and self to tend to. Genuinely, I worry a whole entire nonprofit organization that intends to address very heavy topics will break the camel's back. I don't know what that will look like, but I doubt it'd be great for his mental health and anxiety (and I worry talking too much about that, lest I get parasocial, if I haven't already!).

(I'll be honest, I don't expect the organization to go anywhere past its first few months of existence; if it does, it will be without their major role in it, or they'd be stretched too thin. I feel bad for saying that.)

All due respect to him, of course, but he is a variety gamer on twitch dot teevee, and I do not understand why people demand more and more charity and apology from him when his job is to play video games and make people laugh.

I get why people want him to state his stances, to be assured he supports Palestine. To be vocal about a tragedy happening. I get why people expect a charity stream during pride month, or an eventual donation to somewhere to help during a disaster. What I do not understand is how this isn't enough for some people.

to quote something I said when talking to a friend about this: I think he should tweet "yall need to respect me as a regular everyday person and stop seeing me as a paragon" and delete twitter and turn off the internet in his house

[annimator]

ALRIGHT, SO

*SLAMS DESK*

THIS IS DISVENTURE CAMP!

A Latin-American Total-Drama and/or Survivor inspired web-series that’s become one of my newest hyperfixations >:D

Watch the video to learn more about this series, but I’m gonna ramble more about it under the cut

[ BE WARNED, I’ll ALSO BE SPOILING SOME STUFF THAT HAPPENS IN ALL OF THE SEASONS (SO FAR, SEASON 4’S COMING IN NOVEMBER) ]

• The writing can be… questionable at times, but I REALLY love this series overall. There’s English AND Spanish audio versions of each and every episode public on YouTube!

• The series is funded by Patreon funds and Greetings! You can pay a measly cost of $90 for a character to greet you & answer up to three questions and/or sing! For an extra fee, you can make them have/wear props and/or also dress them up in fan made or other outfits they’ve worn in the show! As of recently, double greetings have opened up! Obviously costing double the cost of a normal greeting at $180.

• There’s also guidelines for the double greetings. If you want the characters to do gestures and like previously mentioned, wear different outfits & have props, you’ll have to pay an extra fee. AND only characters that are canonically friends can have physical contact, and kissing is limited to CANON ships. Also one certain character isn’t allowed to kiss or have any physical contact with anyone, but I’ll talk about her later

• As stated in the vid, all the contestants from all 3 seasons come from varying ages and nationalities! Odd Nation Cartoons (the guys behind DC) made an instagram post about them to prove it :D [link!]

• Since it’s in an indie animated series on YouTube, they’re basically free to show and tell whatever they want; whether it’s the backstories of the characters, or curse words being thrown every episode lol

• The series also focuses a lot on the characters, both the staff & contestants if we’re being technical

• All the latest main seasons are finished, so you can watch the entire series without having to wait a week or two for the next episode! Personally I’ve been waiting since JUNE for one of my favourite scenes from Disventure Camp All Stars’ finale.

• There are also 2 DC-related spinoff series on the ONC channel; Staff Stories & TomJake. Staff Stories is… well a spinoff series that goes into the backstories of the fictional staff members for Disventure Camp, and also what they’re doing in between seasons for some of them.

• (YEAH, OF COURSE IM HAVING ONE SEPARATE POINT JUST FOR THEM) TomJake is probably one of the most popular DC ships, and they’ve had an on again off again relationship throughout the series, especially considering Tom ghosted Jake in the two years between their season (Season 1) and All Stars. They did end up getting back together in All Stars’ finale and they kissed AND I WAS SO HAPPY THAT I SCREAMED “YES” FROM THE TOP OF MY LUNGS AND- wait what was I saying again.

• oh ye, those two got a spinoff that mainly revolves around what they’ve being doing outside of both Season 1 and ESPECIALLY All Stars. The first episode’s the only one out as of recently, and it mainly goes into what Tom did after Season 1 & why he ghosted Jake, and it also teases the next episode around the end (WHICH COMES A DAY AFTER MY BIRTHDAY :DDDDDD)

• There’s a lot of LGBTQ+ rep in the series! As confirmed in some promo art ONC made for Pride Month, a bunch of characters are gay, lesbian, or bi, but there’s also asexual, pansexual, and transgender representation!

• Yes, there are canon relationships. Yes, some of them are same-sex. Yes, I love… well most of them. One of the canon ships was pretty toxic, and I’m proud of Grett for breaking up with Yul.

• Speaking of which, Yul’s an asshole, but at the same time he’s one of the funniest characters in DC; like I can recite his entire elimination monologue from All Stars since it’s one of the funniest quotes from the season. Also a clip of Fiore calling Yul an ugly pimply bitch got me into watching the entire series lmao. Those two are actually the two contestants that curse the most throughout the series now that I think about it :p

• Fiore’s also my favourite character in the entire series. She’s also only EIGHT YEARS OLD AS OF ALL STARS. She’s basically a little shit and I love her for that, and the father-daughter esque bond she has with Alec is pretty nice. Her flipping off Riya was honestly my second favourite scene from All Stars’ finale besides the TomJake kiss

[hellsurvivr]

Payne and Cassian

*      ―    ﴾  𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙿 𝙼𝙴𝙼𝙴  ﴿ // still accepting ( @mythosisms )

who is more likely to hurt the other?

neither. im sorry but they're both assholes, and powerful ones at that. but they just can't bring themselves to hurt the other. for some reason they don't want to think about.

who is emotionally stronger?

i'd say cassian. because well he carries the sins so it's kinda a thing. payne just shuts hers down and runs from them. so not good.

who is physically stronger?

they're equally as strong as each other tbh. which is why they can handle each other.

who is more likely to break a bone? 

payne. the way this girl chases danger, she's incredibly likely to break a bone. either through her own stupidity. or from those hunting her.

who knows best what to say to upset the other? 

they both do tbh. they know how to get under each others skins. and therefore know the right words to make each other hurt. either intentionally or not.

who is most likely to apologise first after an argument? 

i would say not payne. she's too prideful and will fight it as long as she can. even if it means avoiding cassian for months. so i'd say him before her.

who treats who’s wounds more often? 

cassian treats payne. again either due to her being reckless or being hunted. plus she doesn't heal that quick. it takes a day or two, so her wounds need to be treated whilst her healing kicks in.

who is in constant need of comfort? 

i'd say both. i mean they wont admit it for love nor fucking money. but they both need the comfort the other provides. in a big way.

who gets more jealous? 

cassian. and when he does he gets violent. which is normally why payne will do it on purpose. she doesn't get too jealous as she knows, cassian wouldn't do anything. not when she knows what truly sets him on fire.

who’s most likely to walk out on the other? 

payne. sorry her trauma makes her run. like she just has to get out sometimes and will run and run far.

who will propose? 

a mixture of both. i mean i can see cassian doing it .... whilst dragging her to the wedding chapel. but I can also see payne doing it if he takes too long lmfao

who has the most difficult parents?

i'd go with payne. and we all know why, because her dad is a diiiick.

who initiates hand-holding when they’re out in public? 

both. both are comforted by the little touch.

who comes up for the other all the time? 

cassian. this is mostly because he does it the most. paynes tendency to run from issues means she does find it hard to comfort others, unless she truly trusts them. but cass more, given he KNOWS when payne needs him. coz ya know stalker.

who hogs the blankets? 

payne. well when she actually sleeps she does. like the girl doesn't need em but she'll hog em.

who gets more sad? 

payne. mostly when she starts thinking of her mom. which is often.

who is better at cheering the other up? 

erm cassian. i mean if giving payne multiple orgasms count. but yeah she'd probably just give him a blowjob to comfort him. because well she's unsure how to comfort him. just yet.

who’s the one that playfully slaps the other all the time after they make silly jokes?

neither. sorry it isn't their style.

who is more streetwise?

cassian. he's older so he's survived longer. not that payne isn't coz ya know shes lived on the streets. but he has the age advantage.

who is more wise?

both. they're both wise in different ways. they have their strengths and weaknesses, which complement each other.

who’s the shyest? 

payne. even if she doesn't seem like it when she gets blunt af. her anxiety will make her drift to the corner of a room and want to just disappear.

who boasts about the other more? 

cassian. i mean come on, he can't help but boast about his girl. payne just boasts about how much she'd love to deck him but can't.

who sits on who’s lap? 

payne sits on cassian. sorry that's her throne and she claims it.

[helenascorpse]

TF2 MERCS AS YOUTUBERS 😰

SCOUT: has a gaming/ like a unus annus style channel. Frequently gets all of the others to participate. long running joke about how jerma and him are long lost brothers. does a few speedpaints and tutorial videos from time to time and of course baseball videos. has his own gfuel flavor 😔 calls his subs his “boyz (gender neutral)”

SNIPER: foraging, hunting and survival videos. “Surviving 3 months in the australian outback” “How to use every part of a moose” “how to preserve animal bones” has a ton of thirsty af fans bc he frequently is seen without a shirt in his survival videos and due to his deep voice 😳🫣 has gotten lots of request to do asmr, always says he will do one at 4 million subscribers (currently at 3.8 million 😰) also revealed the fact he can play the sax on a medic livestream and everyone was SHOOK. calls his subscribers “roos”

SOLDIER: educational channel about various wars and general military stuff. also does mre tasting videos and raccoon care taking videos. frequently appears in scouts videos bc this man loves doing dumb shit. one of his videos blew up and the conservatives started flooding in but he immediately was like “FUCK OFF YOU UNAMERICAN ASSHOLES”subscribers are called “cadets”

ENGIE: obviously he does stuff about engineering but also does videos about grilling and southern cuisine. very popular due to his high quality editing, personality and lovely voice. running joke for his channel is people calling him any variation of dad, he prides himself on it because he often gets emails and comments from people telling him about how he is the father figure people wanted growing up. first time he got a comment like that he cried 😭 also does TheBackyardScientist type videos when Scout appears on his channel. also does videos with demo sometimes. does restoration videos also. AND GUITAR AND VOCAL COVERS OF OLD COUNTRY SONGS 😭😭 calls his subscribers his “darlings”

MEDIC: does similar videos to Ask A Mortician. also dove care and has videos on different medical procedures from around the world and from different time periods. also has basic first aid videos on his channel. calls his subscribers “meine kleine tauben” has random little german lessons in his videos sometimes. had his beloved sometimes help him with videos and he became a fan favorite bc… ough lorge hubby with deep voice and medic talked him into making his own channel. plays his violin on livestreams sometimes (engie, demo and sniper sometimes play with him)

HEAVY: reads classic russian and latin on his channel and does teaching videos about the languages he knows and about chess. very vibey and videos you can fall asleep to easily. also tells stories about his family sometimes. does gun care videos too. calls his subscribers his “медвежата” also gets called a dad by people 😭

DEMOMAN: does videos about cryptids and how to hunt them 😰 also does videos about the occult, on how to make your own alcohol (with the help of engie), piano and bagpipe videos also videos on what its like living life with only one eye. subs are called “lads” 🏃🏻

PYRO: gameplay videos / guides. Minecraft and other games like that are a staple on their channel. Do unboxing videos on different subscription boxes containing cute items. also do videos about mental and physical health (specifically concerning burn victims) always provide subtitles as soon as the videos come out so everyone can enjoy and understand them. also… plush restoration and doll customization videos… subscribers are called “matches” or “lil sparks” and are very protective of pyro

SPY: does film reviews and video essays on like topics that only a niche group of people appreciate. also does very high quality and realistic sfx makeup plus makeup reviews and rant videos about shitty brands. also due to his vast knowledge on languages and different cultures he dies a lot of videos on that plus videos on wine and suits cuz hes a fancy bitch. (and no heidi im sorry but imagining spy as the nostalgia critic makes me want to scream so he is going to be NORMAL)

[gece-misin-nesin]

I'm imagining an au where there are ACTUAL trials in evils theatre.

But what is weird is that the dead... seem to come back to life for trials to defend themselves, defend others or even sue people?

At first the theatre crew and the dead are like "yo wtf" but they get used to it. Most of the dead are in trials once or twice but there are several of them who are there A LOT.

Also by triaI mean someone says:

(Insert Name) is guilty of this and this

And then everyone involved participates in the discussion like: were they actually guilty, their reasons, outside reasons and what the victim says etc.

So my ideas for this:

Michaela is a regular member, forming a body out of roots and shit to either participate or observe trials bc that's how she gets amusement out of life as a tree

Gammon managed to get Lilith a guily verdict over the green hunting, she didn't speak to him for a month(no one knows if it was bc she regretted it or bc she was angry at him or both)

The punishment for being found guilty is cleaning and doing the chores of the theatre for a week

Gammon constantly tries to get the theatre members convicted bc of this

Nemesis regains her memories bc i want her to once every two months and causes the BIGGEST trials bc she has dirt on everyone

She once got Irina(who isn't always the judge) to be convicted for the Lioness Burning Incident

Gumillia is sick of this bs because she gets summoned to trials all the damn time bc of her partnership w Seth

When they need to call a dead person as witness they just shout that person's name and they appear

Everyone thinks it Gumillia raising the dead but its actually Luna Hazuki bc this is the most fun she has had in a millenium

She just watches everything from her secret base

If a dead person is found guilty, the entire court has to individually insult said person

Ron Grapple once accused Hansel and Gretel of his murder and won the case bc he was ABC's son and Irina liked him

The graveyard crew were shocked

Nyoze the loop octopus version once cleared up a case about the 7th project MA and never came again

Gammon couldn't process it

Michelle Marlon got MA convicted for not paying child support on two different occasions

Rahab Barisol once emerged out of MA and shit talked Lich

Clarith was accused of not being on the side of justice bc she didn't kill Riliane, coincidentially, Michaela went apeshit in that trial

Clarith also testified that riliane repented which had some ppl surprised

Ma tried to convict gretel for the murder of Mariam, they called her spirit and she literally said "idc"

Behemo makes Ace Attorney references whenever he's there

"That autopsy report is...OUTDATED!"

Nemesis was convicted for the destruction of Levianta(the Magic Kingdom)

Germaine sues Irina for all sorts of shit

No one managed to call on Allen Avadonia

Luna and Sickle kinda argued on this but Luna respected Sickle's decision(basically torturing a 14 year old :/)

They summomed Gallerian multiple times and his response was always "lmao who cares? im evil and i embrace it"

Irina can never trash talk him when he loses trials

Adam managed to get Gammon convicted for identity fraud bc of his past life...somehow

It was total bull and everyone knew that he had bribed Irina

Adam also got Seth convicted for child abuse

Dozens of women sued Venomania and he never won

Not even once

He did win a case against his asshole father though

Muzuri Conchita sued Irina for the curse on his household and he won the case

Elluka Chirclatia sued Nemesis, Mayrana Blossom and Ma for understandable reasons

Pride arc people sued the shit out of Prim, she didn't manage to win ANYTHING

Interestingly, the most ferocious person during her stuff was Banica bc of what she had done to Ney

Lemy sued Gumillia for his murder but the court was so split that they decided to convict neither side and never brought up the case again

It just gave everyone migraines

Adam and Eve tried to sue H&G for their murders but then H&G sued them for neglect, so they called it even

Eve was nearly convicted for the Toragay incident but no one could prove it was her (Nemesis wasn't there and Irina was interested in her defense)

Loki Freezis and Gallerian Marlon had an epic stand off

Kayo Sudou apologised for murdering Mei, Rin and Miku Miroku so they gave her a less harsh sentence which involved only the 3 victims insulting her

No one cared about Kai's death

The Pere Noel members of the 1st iteration(bc most members of the second are all alive until 999) had a LOT of cases

Kaspar tried to make a case against Eve but ignoring that he couldn't prove it was her, no one in the court sympathized with him

Eve and Adam had a shouting match with Seth cheering on from the sidelines until they realized he was their common enemy and ripped him to shreds(figuratively)

Kiril Clockworker nearly got convicted for Pale Noel's stuff, but they couldn't prove anything y'know? He was blamed a little for the catastrophe tho

Catherine Derais once came and she and Rahab were brutal

Brutal for Rahab mostly

All the sinners and the demons sued each other several times

They all got different verdicts each time lol

Sickle is against Luna interfering but doesn't say anything

Eater actually got all heated up in a case against Held once

Arth defended Lich in said case

Lich was so moved

Ney defended herself by saying that Michaela looked like Eve in Michaela's murder trial

No one took it seriously except Hansel and Banica

Nemesis nearly got in trouble for Nyoze's murder but Nyoze(the octo ver) said that her innocence was non-negotiatable

Mira Marlon sued Gallerian for cheating on her and won the case

Nemesis sued Held for not doing shit as a god

Surprisingly Irina, who benefitted the most from his inaction, agreed and he was found guilty

Gumillia was attacked several times for her aiding Elluka Clockworker with crimes and once she claimed that Elluka Clockworker never existed bc she was actually levia behemo, she wasn't elluka chirclatia and ergo elluka clockworker never existed and that Gumillia couldn't have POSSIBLY helped her do crime

The court just took a minute to process this in silence

"I hold nothing BUT contempt for this court." -Germaine, absolutely sick of this bullshit

But that quote could be anyone tbh

This is really long but the ideas just kept coming to me. I find it funny when characters are confronted with their actions, even if it is comedy like this

Honestly Evils Theatre SHOULD have had more trials

it would have been so fun

[bakugostiddies]

Please god do a villain!au with Todoroki 🧎‍♂️ I usually don't like those but omfg with him it would totally work

Absolutely. This turned into a 4k word fic, but I am too attracted to this man to be ashamed.

Icarus | Todoroki Shouto x Reader

Warnings: eventual smut, temperature play, impact play, kind of dub-con but not really, degradation, praise, villain!au, corruption kink, no gendered terms but reader has a vagina and breasts.

NSFW | 18+

You had fucked up.

The room was dark and dank, eerily quiet save for the sound of your breathing. You looked around frantically, struggling to break loose from the bonds that held you. Shit. Shit. Shit.

As your eyes adjusted, you noted that there was a door ahead of you, a steel one with two deadbolt locks. You could feel a metal chair beneath you, rattling each time you moved even slightly. Your arms and legs were restrained by some sort of extremely strong fabric, but your mouth was unrestricted. Shit. Shit. What was Endeavor going to say? You were still just his sidekick, but this was your first big operation and you blew it completely. He would kill you when you got back, you just knew it. Endeavor took his temper out on you even when you did well, which meant you had no clue what he would do to you after a fuckup this bad. Shit.

Calm down, Y/N, you told yourself mentally. You were safe and unharmed, so maybe they just wanted information. You attempted to activate your teleportation quirk, but it didn’t work. What happened? You could feel yourself beginning to hyperventilate. You didn’t want to die here, after being kidnapped by some asshole who wouldn’t even fight you face to face.

“If you’re wondering why you can’t use your quirk, we just took it away for a while.”

A voice emerged from the shadows of the room, soft and almost velvety. You flinched. You hadn’t even realized someone was here. How could you have missed something so obvious? You felt like a shitty fucking hero.

“Who are you?” You said after a moment.

“Im surprised you didn’t recognize me. Well, I suppose it is a bit dark in here.”

And suddenly with the flick of a match, the voice became a man and the shadows around the room came to life. You swallowed harshly, all of the moisture in your mouth gone. The man stalked towards you with a sureness of a predator and stopped a few feet away from where you were sat in the metal chair. You looked up at his two toned hair, his strong, rugged figure in the flickering light. He wore a suit not too different from that of a hero’s, but he was tinged with scorch marks and small icy spikes. He looked like he was made of fire.

“Well?” He said it softly, but there was a hint of malice in his tone. “Who am I?”

You couldn’t speak, couldn’t breathe, your body almost paralyzed with fear. You knew who he was, of course you did. He was the one who helped blew up that building on the case you were on a month ago. He was the one who ambushed those (kind of sleazy) businessmen on their way to a cartel. He was the one who’s name was whispered in fear and awe on the nations’ streets. He was standing right in front of you, looking… bored?

The man sighed and fiddled with his match. “Hurry it up, hero, I don’t have all day.”

You spoke almost inaudibly. “You’re Icarus.”

He smiled slightly and a chill ran down your spine.

“See? That wasn’t too hard.”

He moved a bit closer to you and leaned down, his heterochromatic eyes almost level with your own. A single gloved hand moved to touch your chin with his thumb and index finger, moving your head from side to side with a feather-light touch. You hoped he couldn’t feel how scared you were, how your body seethed and rejected his very presence.

He finally released your face and you let out a sigh of relief. Icarus removed a single glove and touched his fingers gently to the match. It went out without smoke or a flicker, just a gentle hiss of frozen silence. The room was dark again, and he was moving, knocking on one of the walls.

“Turn on the lights, Red Riot.”

Your eyes widened. Red Riot? Wasn’t he the pro-hero who became a villain after Dynamight? Holy shit, was Dynamight here? Icarus interrupted your train of thought as the lights flickered on almost menacingly. You noted your surroundings carefully, seeing a bed in the corner, a small table, and another chair. The room looked less like a prison and more like a shitty motel suite.

“Do you know why you’re here?” He sat down in a chair across from you, leaning forward with his arms on his thighs and his legs spread slightly.

“I don’t know, Icarus.”

“Heres a hint; it has something to do with your boss.”

“Endeavor?”

You could feel bile rushing up your throat but you swallowed it down. The man before you clenched his jaw rigidly, as if it pained him to hear the name, but returned to normal so quickly you might have imagined it.

“You’re a bright one. Yes, hero, the very same. And do you have any idea on what he’s planning to do, say, sometime in the next six months?”

“I’m not telling you.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that.”

His tone was harsher now and he got out of his chair, moving closer to you again. You felt so small under his scrutiny, yet drawn to him like a moth to a flame, like Icarus himself to the sun.

“You see, I’m the only reason you’re alive. And if you want to keep your pretty little head-“ he circled around behind you- “you will listen to what I say.” His voice was barely a whisper in your ear, and your voice hitched in your throat.

“Do you understand?” He asked, straightening up.

“Yes.”

“Yes, sir.”

This was so goddamn humiliating, like your first day working with Endeavor all over again. With him, it was always a yes, sir, no, sir, please don’t make me work weekends, sir. But you swallowed your pride again and spat it out.

“Yes… sir.”

“A hero that obeys commands, what a find,” he said tauntingly. “But you could stand to lose that attitude.”

You wanted to slap him, to beat him up to the point of him being bruised and bloody and broken and then have him call you sir instead. God, if only you could teleport out of these fucking restraints-

“You’re thinking about using your quirk, correct?” It was like the asshole could read your mind.

“You can’t. Aizawa Sensei took yours away. You know him as Eraser-head.”

Fuck, Eraser-head was here too? All of the biggest villains were gathered here together and you- you could do nothing.

“So I’ll ask you again. What are Endeavor’s plans?”

At that moment, you made yourself a promise; that you would not let Icarus win. Little did you know that you would break that promise a thousand times over.

———-

Two days later:

———-

“Did Endeavor tell you about the attacks?”

“No, sir.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Come on now, you can tell me. I won’t hurt you.”

“...”

“Still no response? No matter, I have time to get it out of you.”

———-

Seven days later:

———-

“Still not talking, hero?

Look at that, the silent treatment.

I never thought an adult could be so petty. Just tell me where I can get more information.

Nothing?

Okay. Eat your soup, I can’t have you dying on me before you start talking.

And hero? You will have to open your mouth sooner or later.”

————

16 days later:

————

“Cut the bullshit, hero. We know he has plans for a big attack sometime during the next six months, so either Deku is wrong, or you are lying to my face. And Deku’s never wrong.”

“Well, I guess he’s wrong this time.”

“Then I guess we’ll return you since this has all just been one big mishap.”

“Really?”

“No. You aren’t the smartest, are you?”

“Maybe my brain will somehow recall something about this totally real attack you think is happening if you give me better food?”

“Don't be a brat, hero. I wouldn’t have gone through all this trouble if I had known you would be so inconvenient.”

“Whatever you say, sir.”

————

20 days later:

————

“Thanks for the bread, sir. It's quite an upgrade for a kidnapped person’s shitty meal.”

“You have low standards, hero.”

“Hey, why do you call me that?”

“What, hero?”

“Yeah. I have a name, you know. It's-“

“I know what your name is.”

“Okay, Jeez. If you knew it, then why not use it? Plus, I’m not even a hero yet. I’m still technically just a shitty sidekick who’s totally blown it on my first solo mission. I’m never going to be a pro at this rate, I might as well just give up.”

“I think you’re good.”

“What?”

“I said, you’re powerful and good at using your quirk. You have a lot of assets and it’s a shame your talent is wasted on Endeavor and the fools at the pro-hero agencies. It was difficult to actually catch you off guard, to get past your guards, to make sure your quirk was out of commission. And we are very strong.”

“Oh. Um, thanks, I guess?”

“Don’t thank me, hero. I’m just stating the obvious.”

————

25 days later:

————

“Why is your name Icarus?”

“It's not my real name.”

“Well no shit, dude. I'm asking why you chose it.”

“Icarus was a boy who followed his father’s instructions perfectly, but the moment he strayed from the path set out for him, he was punished, scalded by the flames of the sun, and cast away. But I think it was worth it for him in the end.”

“Why?”

“Because he was free. Because Icarus flew, and he was able to be his own person, even if it was just for a moment.”

“Do you feel like Icarus?”

“Most of the time I do, yes.”

“Sir?”

“Hmm?”

“Do you think that right now, you’re flying or cast away?”

“At this very moment, I think I am flying.”

“You know what? I think so too.”

————

29 days later:

————

“So what’s your real name, sir?”

“I can’t tell you that.”

“Why?”

“Classified. Also, I don’t need you to know my name.”

“But you know mine!”

“That's because you’re a prisoner, in case you’ve forgotten. You are almost unnervingly at ease here.”

“I’ve met three people so far and you have all given me no reason to fear.”

“Really? Not even Dynamight?”

“His hair makes me laugh. Plus, I can’t take airheads with overinflated egos seriously.”

“I agree with that assessment wholeheartedly.”

“You agree with my assessment- Sir, you sound like an old man.”

“I’m only three years older than you, you know.”

“Really? But you have all of these wrinkles?”

“I do not have wrinkles.”

“Fine, frown lines then.”

“That makes it sound like I don’t smile.”

“Well, you don’t!”

“It’s hard to find things to smile about.”

“God, you’re such an Edgelord.”

“What do you mean by that? hero, stop laughing.”

“You are definitely an old man.”

————

30 days later:

————

There had been a new development a couple of days ago in the kidnapping situation. You could feel your quirk again, which meant a lot of things. It meant you weren’t here against your will anymore, that you were free to go. Yet you remained. You still stayed in the same room with Icarus checking in on you in the afternoons. However, it had been given furniture- a desk and more comfortable chairs, a small rug on the floor, and thicker blankets. It was almost like you weren’t even a prisoner anymore. You could always leave, you reasoned. You could teleport out of here. Your quirk was back, and yet you stayed.

The other villains had taken a liking to you for reasons beyond your comprehension, but all it meant was that you were never short on company. Dynamight would burst in to complain about how Deku always got the best missions, Red Riot would bring in a deck of cards and the two of you would play go fish or bluff, even Deku would occasionally check up on you and make sure you were comfortable. But your afternoons? They were always set aside for your favorite visitor- Icarus.

...

“You haven’t answered my question about your name yet.”

You were sitting on the cot in your almost room, feet dangling off the edge and swinging back and forth. Icarus was sitting on his chair again, but lazily, with his arms locked behind his head and his legs precariously balanced against the edge of the bed.

“You haven’t answered any of my questions since you got here, so I don’t believe you have a right to complain.”

He was right, of course. He always was. But technically, he was equally at fault in this case. He was the one who sucked at interrogation, so much so that you took pity on his colleagues. They would have to deal with his lack of results.

You weren’t complaining, however. You enjoyed talking to him, looking at him, being in his presence. It was a stupid crush to have, but you didn’t care. He was beautiful to look at, the way his biceps curled behind his head, the lean toughness of his body, the sheer strength he possessed. Your eyes trailed down his sprawling figure, tracing each indent and dip and curve of his skin in your mind.

“Are you finished staring at me?” His words jerked you out of your stupor and you felt heat rushing to your cheeks.

“I-I wasn’t- I didn’t-“ you babbled until he stopped you.

“Don’t worry, it’s only natural to find me… appealing. You haven’t spent time with anyone else for a very long time.”

You almost screamed on the spot, burying your face in your hands. You peeked out between your splayed fingers to look at him, seemingly unbothered save for the slight pink tinge hidden beneath his bangs.

“How can you say things like that, sir?”

“Like what?”

“Uhm, never mind.”

You wanted the ground to swallow you up whole. He was so, so dense, it was a wonder he even noticed you basically eye-fucking him. You felt the cot creak beside you and a slight dip in the weight. Icarus had seated himself beside you on the small bed and was looking at you with eyes full of concern.

“I did not mean to shame you for your gaze, hero.”

He said it gently and kindly. It would be almost romantic if not for the situation you were in. You remained silent, so he continued.

“I believe it is normal for you to feel this way towards someone who has been in such close quarters with you for so long a time. You should be glad that you still have these urges.”

You suppressed a groan. This felt like having the sex talk with your parents all over again. “Sir-“

“-in fact, everyone feels them!”

He was rambling, oh god you needed him to shut up-

“I feel them for you all the time, and I’m completely normal.”

And suddenly, the air changed between you into something charged and heated.

“You… have urges around me?” You wanted to hear him say it again, just once, but he turned away from you, tensing up and rising from his seat awkwardly. His face was stony and his hair covered his eyes like bicolored curtains. There suddenly was space between the two of you, some insurmountable gap that could not be bridged.

“I apologize deeply. I have misspoken.”

“Sir, wait, you don’t have to leave!” You cried out as he made his way to the door.

“But I do. You don’t deserve this treatment, and it is cruel of me to hurt you in this manner.”

And that was when something broke within you, something that had been holding you together this whole time.

“No.”

He turned around, almost scared by the anger in your voice.

“This is when you decide to stop? You have literally kidnapped me, interrogated me, left me in all but isolation, for a fucking month. You took me from everything that I wanted and everyone that I love and yet, and YET, I wanted you. Goddamn it, I still want you. I don’t understand why. So don’t apologize to me for misleading me or whatever bullshit excuse you’ve decided to use as a sheild. Apologize for everything you have done to me, you fucking cunt.”

And then your voice broke and you could feel the tears rushing to your eyes, your vision turning glassy as your chest heaved with sobs. You could feel yourself slipping away, your breaths growing shallow and your body shaking. Why did you stay here? Why didn’t you leave when you could? What was the point, if Icarus didn’t even want you?

And then, suddenly, you felt warm.

Icarus, sir, whoever the fuck he was, was holding you tightly in his arms, head dipped down into the crook of your neck, his arms enveloping you in his warmth. He was your sun. And he could scorch you again and again but you would still be drawn to him.

Your panic died down and you wept for the first time since you arrived. The two of you sank down to the floor, his apologies muttered swiftly and quietly against your skin. You were in his lap now, your body curled up into a ball in his embrace, one of his palms cupping your face. He turned you slightly towards him.

His eyes were wet too, but only slightly, and his fingers were thumbing at the tears on your cheeks. One of them got close to the corner of your mouth and slowly but surely, with almost childlike fascination, he pushed the tip of it in. Your tongue ran along the edges of it, the salty taste leaving you wanting more.

And slowly, Icarus leaned forward, his lovely face the closest you had ever been to him. He removed his finger from your mouth and kissed you instead, gently, and then all at once.

It was a furious kiss, on that burned and heated a cold room. You could feel teeth and tongue and hot tears, a clashing finale of a kiss. It was against your lips that he murmured his name.

“My name is Todoroki Shouto.”

He said it softly, leaving your lips to place open-mouthed kisses on your neck that left you moaning and had wetness pooling between your legs. But suddenly, your eyes snapped open.

“Todoroki? As in-“

He kissed you again to silence as you felt the questions racing through your head. Endeavor was Todoroki Enji, right? But he had never mentioned having kids to you? Was Shouto lying to you? Why did he want to destroy his father? And how were you-

“Shh.” Shouto tapped his forehead to yours. “Let me take care of you.”

Fuck it. The questions could wait.

Shouto reached down to pull off your shirt and groaned at the sight of you. He looked at you in wonder.

“You- hero, you make me feel like I’m on fire.” He said it with such sincerity that you nearly cried again were it not for his palming of your breasts, his burning fingertips tweaking your nipples and making you whimper slightly.

“I am so sorry. I’m sorry for everything I put you through-“ you were placed on the bed- “I’m sorry for taking you away-“ He was kneeling, fucking kneeling, between your legs- “but most of all-“ fuck, he placed hot kisses on your stomach as he pulled your pants down-

“I’m sorry I didn’t have the courage to do this sooner.”

And with that, his tongue was lapping at you through your panties, new ones that the villains had provided for you, with reckless abandon. Your hands tugged at his hair and you heard his hum of a chuckle as a vibration on your pussy. There was pressure, so much pressure from him against you, like nothing you had felt before, and when he finally pushed your panties aside, they were soaking wet.

Shouto looked up at you for a moment, meeting your gaze with his own, eyes sparkling with desire. And then, without a word, He pressed a small kiss to your clit that had you jolt slightly before he dove in. He had you moaning within seconds, his tongue lapping at your folds before swirling around your clit. You felt yourself reaching a climax- it was too good and too fast and too much and- Shouto pushed a finger inside you and crooked it slightly and you began humping your hips upwards as he nursed at your clit. Your climax was swift and powerful, but he didn’t move throughout it. Even as you came down from your high, his mouth planted on you and his finger gently pumped in and out. Shouto added one more easily, and you swore you saw stars when he began thrusting. He fucked you with his fingers, marveling at your reactions, the sounds you made, your pussy pulling him in.

“Fuck, hero, you’re so wet. Is this all for me? Have you gotten off to me fucking you like this in this bed?”

You moaned loudly and Shouto removed his fingers, leaving you feeling empty. There was a dark look in his eyes that you remembered from the first day you arrived.

“Answer me, hero.”

You nodded your head slightly, but that wasn’t enough for him. He rose to his feet and without warning, he smacked your clit. You squealed loudly from the stimulation, the pain turning into pleasure quickly. His palm was cold as ice, and you squirmed dumbly against his touch.

“Answer the question.”

“Yes, yes, sir, I’ve thought about you fucking me everywhere in this room-“

Shouto’s palm reverted back to his normal temperature and you sighed with relief as he cupped your pussy and rubbed it gently.

“What a good, slutty, hero. Have you touched yourself when you think about me?”

You blushed slightly and hid your face behind your hands. God, this was embarrassing. Of course you had gotten off to the thought of him, but to say it out loud was a different feeling altogether.

You took too long and Shouto spanked your clit again. You let out a shriek and tried to wriggle away from him, but he just pulled you closer.

“I want to see your face, doll.” You whimpered at the new pet name. “Now, have you touched yourself when you think about me?”

“Y-yes sir-”

“Y-yes s-sir-‘ so shy for someone who wants a villain to fuck your hero pussy into behaving.” he palmed himself over his trousers, letting out a little huff of pleasure. “I want to, shit, want to fucking ruin you.”

Shouto pulled you to him as your hips thrust desperately against the air.

“Yes sir! Want you to fuck me, want you inside me-“

He groaned and humped into you, the metal of his belt buckle catching against your clit and making you flinch with overstimulation. Shouto noticed and pulled you closer as he stood at the side of the bed, your back flat against the mattress and your hips arched upwards to meet his bulge. He rutted into you again, forcing your pussy to kiss the metal of the buckle once more. You felt your body seizing up, your orgasm building inside you, and Shouto, with a sadistic gleam in his eyes, pressed his buckle harder against you.

The longer it stayed there, the more it heated up, almost more pain than pleasure, until Shouto wrapped your legs around his waist and thrust against you. There was a wet patch on his pants and you kept shrinking away from the burning hot metal that teased at your clit.

“You have no idea what you do to me, fucking hell-” He managed to spit out, “I’m not even inside you and you’re dripping all over me like a bitch in heat-”

He continued to hump you roughly, each time more forceful than the last until you came loudly as Shouto pushed your body into the belt buckle. “No more, Shouto, please, no more- its too much-”

“Too much for you already, hero? I haven’t even come yet. And you- how many times have you reached your climax today?”

You almost screamed with frustration- how were you supposed to know, you didn't fucking keep track-

“I can tell you, brat.” He grabbed your waist and flipped you easily onto your stomach. You were completely exposed to him now, unable to see his face, out of control entirely.

“You have come three fucking times. That doesn’t feel very fair to me, does it? Do you want my cum inside you?”

You buried your face into your pillow, and he pushed down slightly on your lower back, creating an arch. You startled when he teased his cockhead against the surface of your pussy, wetness coating his dick.

“Shouto, I want your cum-”

His palm came down hard on your asscheek, forcing a gasp out of you as he rubbed it softly with his palms. He leaned closer towards you, his voice whispering in your ear.

“Then beg.”

And, with your voice muffled by the pillow, you followed his orders.

“Sir, fuck me, please, please- I need you inside me, I need you to cum for me, please- Shouto, Daddy-“

Your begging got cut off by him thrusting into you. You screamed and he shushed you gently, holding your hand with his own. “Do you think you can take the rest of it?”

The rest of it? There was more? You looked over your shoulder and nearly passed out. You had barely taken half of his length and you were already completely filled up. But… you wanted to feel him, all of him, so you muttered a soft “yes.”

“Okay, baby, take it easy…” he eased a couple more inches into you before you tightened up, your pussy clenching and back arching as he slid in. “Oh fuck,” Shouto groaned. “Do that one more time and I won’t be able to hold back.”

And of course, you grinned. And proceeded to clench yourself around his length again.

Shouto nearly growled. “I warned you, hero.”

And then, he thrust into you. Hard. And he kept going, pumping in and out of your body like a machine, his thumb rubbing against your clit and his other hand on your leg. You are screaming and crying and babbling on about how good his cock is, how good you felt, how this is what you wanted. And Shouto? The cocky bastard was gloating.

“Look at you, such a good slut on my cock. Are you crying? God, thats so fucking hot. I’ve got a cute little hero crying on my dick. I know you can use your quirk now, Hero, I know Aizawa sensei returned it to you. Did you stay because you wanted me to fuck you like this? Did you want to be corrupted?”

“Yes,” you’re almost incoherent, “yes, ruin me, make me a villain, I wanna be a villain!”

Shouto slows his pace for a moment. “You would leave Endeavor? Leave the agency?”

“Yes, I would, Shouto, fuck, anything for you-”

He slapped the inside of your thigh before resuming his pace again. You had never felt so full before, his dick reaching places within you that you didn’t even know existed. His palms gripped the sides of your hips so tightly you thought you might bruise, tiny burn marks already forming in the place of his fingertips. You were close, so close, your tears and drool spilling over your pillow and your body limp and helpless before him. Shouto felt you clenching around him, completely spent.

“Do you want to cum again? What a greedy pussy you have, hero, a needy little cumdump.”

You couldnt get words out, croaking out your mumbled yeses and nodding your head vigorously. He pounded even harder into you and reached around your thighs to your clit, rubbing it in tiny circles as he fucked you. You could feel your climax building for the fourth time and you twitched pathetically beneath him. Finally, Shouto pinched your clit slightly and you came with a wail of his name.

He fucked you through your orgasm, but he was slower now, his strokes hitting you deeper than before.

“Do, fuck- do you want me to cum in your pretty pussy?”

Shouto was hunched over you, his head resting on your back and his arms caging you in so that he was all that surrounded you. His breath came out in cold pants and his thrusts got more and more erratic as he neared his own climax.

“Please, I need you to want this, I need you- shit, I...” You could hear the desperation in his voice, how he yearned for you, and you the words fell out of your mouth before you could stop them.

“Yes, Daddy! Want you to come inside, fucking breed me-”

“Oh fuck, Y/n-”

And then Shouto came with a groan, his cum splattering your insides with warmth. He pressed kisses to your spine, trailing his fingers down your arms as he turned you to the side. He didn’t pull out of you as he did so, causing you to groan slightly. Finally, he released you and gently removed his dick from where you were connected. Some of his cum oozed out and he pushed it back in with his fingers, trapping his seed within you forever.

The pair of you laid together side by side for a moment, Shouto’s fingers tracing your body with slow, lingering touches as if he was afraid you would shatter the moment he pressed too hard.

You were the one who broke the silence. “ You said my real name.”

“I did. I love your name, Y/n. It just felt... wrong to say it when you were my prisoner. It was easier to distance myself from you if I just thought of you as a random hero. But you’re more than that now.”

You stared straight into his eyes, your hands reaching up to run gently through his silky hair. “I’m not leaving, Shouto. I’m never leaving this place. And I’m not just staying for you- I like it here. The villains like me, and they respect me. You aren’t bad people- if anything, the rest of the world has been far worse than anything or anyone I’ve faced here. It feels like I’m finally home.”

Shouto gathered you into his arms and pressed you tightly to his side. “You will be mine now,” he said almost matter-of-factly.

“And you will be mine as well.” You planted a small kiss to his nose that made his eyelids flutter and a slight blush crawl onto his cheeks.

“You deserve the world, Y/n,” he said hesitantly. “And I am not even close to being good enough for you.”

Shouto’s eyes were downcast and you could see the doubt creeping in. You gently pressed your fingers to his furrowed brows and soothed the wrinkles away. “Don’t do that.”

“Do what?” He asked.

“Put yourself down. You are more than enough for me. And Shouto? I don’t need the world. I already reached my sun.”

He smiled at you then, with no underlying malice, no undertone of darkness. It was blinding. Goddamn it, you would do anything to see that smile for the rest of your life.

“That was terribly cheesy, Y/n.”

“Shut up, Shouto.”

He kissed you, and you could feel the butterflies in your stomach fluttering up a storm. Todoroki Shouto was your sun, and you were his. And even if you both melted away under your flames, it would have been worth the loss.

-Bonus-

2 weeks later:

“So, uhm, Y/n, Todoroki, we were reviewing the footage from Y/n’s old room the other day. While we’re all happy you two are *ahem* together now, maybe you can display your... appreciation for one another in a more private place?” Kirishima was blushing profusely and refused to meet your eyes. Suddenly, it clicked for you.

“WE WERE BEING RECORDED?”

“And?”

“SHOUTO!”

“Ah yes, how horrible and violating, I feel as though I have been exposed indecently without my permission for the perverted public to see. They will be unable to contain themselves when faced with my immeasurably sexy figure.”

“You are NOT being helpful.”

“I beg to differ, Y/n. Kirishima, is there any way you can send me a copy of the tape-”

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A/N: I hope you like this and please let me know if I should do a villain!UA series because I only write under the influence of peer pressure. 

[simpforboys]

enough for you (3)

she/her pronouns

summary: y/n and jj finally come around

warnings: smut, praise kink, breeding kink, choking, dirty talk, oral (fem) unprotected sex. fluff, swearing, etc.

a/n: last part! hopefully u guys enjoyed! (im also not used to writing smut so i hope it’s okay)

part one and two

“i love you…” jj felt the words escape his mouth before he could stop them.

-

that was a week ago. jj had been hopelessly slugging around. the pogues felt horrible for him, not knowing what to do.

it was like stepping on egg shells around him. one minute he’s drunk or stoned out of his mind, the next he’s like a ticking bomb just waiting to snap at any little thing.

jj wasn’t jj anymore. and the pogues hated it.

john b walked out to see jj passed out on the pull out couch, empty beer bottles scattered around him.

john b rolled his eyes. he walked over, lightly slapping the blond until he woke up.

“what the fuck, man?” jj asked.

“i’m tired of seeing you like this, dude. now, you’re gonna get your shit together, grow up, and talk to y/n like a big boy or are you gonna mope around all the time?”

jj rolled his eyes. “i’m not moping-“

“you’re moping,” pope said as he entered the chateau.

“are you finally giving him the talk?” sarah and kie asked as they came out of nowhere.

jj furrowed his brows.

“guys- i’m fine.”

“no you’re not. you’re acting like a six year old who lost a baby toy. just go talk to her,” kie said.

jj bit the inside of his cheek.

“fine.”

-

so here jj was, standing outside her house at nine pm. it took him all day to muster up the courage, and just when he thought it was silly of him to be there, y/n opened the door.

“what the hell are you doing, creeper?” she asked.

jj scratched the back of his neck. “i wanted to talk but… i realize that sounds kinda pathetic.”

y/n looked at him in confusion. “come on, jj.”

she opened the door so he could walk in. the poorly lit living room and kitchen illuminated the hallway until they reached her room.

sitting down awkwardly on her bed, jj stared at her.

“i’m sorry,” he whispered. y/n looked over at him.

“jj, it’s fine-“

“it’s not fine, y/n. i treated you like shit, and now i think i get how you felt. i’ve felt horrible the last month and… and i miss you, y/n. i’m in love with you, i just never realized it until you were gone.”

“jj… i’ve moved on,” she whispered.

jj felt his heart break.

jj watched as her lips curved into a smirk. “i’m kidding, come here…” she grabbed his jaw.

hungrily, jj’s hand came up to y/n’s neck as they kissed. jj was craving this moment. he needed this moment.

“asshole,” he joked. she laughed.

y/n was feeling like putty in his hands and he knew it. she practically felt like she was melting into him as he pushed her backwards on the bed.

his hands slowly pushed the fabric up as she felt him roam her body. “is this okay?” he whispered into the kiss.

“more than okay,” she whispered back as he grinned into the kiss.

“i’ve wanted to do this for so long,” she admitted as he kissed down her neck.

“i don’t want you to feel like i’m using you,” he said.

y/n rolled her eyes. “i know you’re not, j.”

jj made the effort as he kissed every part of her skin. she sighed happily, relaxing into the bed.

“let me take care of you, love,” he said, pulling down her pajama shorts. he looked up at her one more time as she gave him approval.

“touch me, please, j,” she begged.

jj smirked, taking his middle finger and running it up and down her slit. “so wet,” he cooed.

she bucked her hips up; craving more. “is your mom here?” he asked, taking off his shirt.

“no. she’s probably out getting cracked out,” y/n replied, feeling her clit throb.

“jj-“

“shhh, don’t rush me, love,” he teased, gently rubbing her clit.

“fuck,” she quietly moaned.

he flicked her bud as she rolled her hips. he grabbed his arm, holding her down as he began to lap at her pussy.

“taste so sweet, love,” he told her.

y/n whimpered as jj took his finger and entered her.

“such pretty sounds coming from your mouth. be louder,” he said, quickening his fingers pace as his tongue swirled around her clit.

“jj- fuck.”

he hummed against her, sucking on her bud.

“i’m so close,” she moaned.

“close? baby, i just started,” he smirked. y/n was a whimpering mess under him, and he took pride knowing only he was making her feel this way.

“j-“

“cum, y/n.”

he felt her clench around him, her back arching as her eyes snapped shut. “such a pretty girl,” he cooed, licking his fingers.

y/n cupped his jaw, kissing him tenderly. “i love you, j.”

“i love you too, baby.”

“now please fuck me,” she said.

jj grinned, pulling his shorts off followed by his boxers. his tip was oozing pre cum and it was bright pink.

“ready?” he asked, taking her hand in his; interlacing their fingers.

y/n nodded, kissing him again as he slowly slid into her. she moaned softly as his head fell into her neck.

“fuck,” he groaned.

y/n felt her face grow warm. “faster,” she pleaded.

so wrapped up in the moment, jj took his hand and placed it on her neck. she gasped as he immediately took it off.

“choke me, jj,” she whispered. he smirked, pounding into her faster. his hand gripped at her neck, squeezing as she grabbed his hips.

“such a good girl. look so pretty with my cock going in and out of you,” he praised.

“takin’ me so well,” he continued on. y/n was in pure bliss as she felt her stomach grow tight.

“i’m gonna cum, j.”

“cum for me, pretty girl.”

jj took his thumb and rubbed fast circles on her clit. letting out a loud moan, she clenched around him.

“yeah, that’s it. i’m gonna cum, y/n. i’m gonna fuck some kids into this pretty pussy.”

“please, jj,” she scratched his back, driving him further to the edge.

jj whimpered as warm spurts of cum shot out of him. he stopped his movements, sucking hickeys onto her neck.

flopping down next to y/n, he felt her lay onto his bare chest. a thin layer of sweat coated their skin as they breathed heavily.

“i love you, jj.”

“i love you too, y/n.”

jj peppered her scalp with kisses as she laughed against him. y/n heard her phone buzzing as she unlocked it.

kie: hello??!! y/n??? jj????

jb: i hope jj wore protection

pope: is jj dead yet???

sarah: can yall chill you probably just ruined the moment

y/n: we’re alive assholes

kie: FINALLY OMG

jb: how was it??? i hope you guys were practicing safe kissing ;)

sarah: you’re gross

y/n and jj laughed reading their friend’s texts.

“i’ll steal you some plan b in the morning,” he told her, putting her phone back on the nightstand.

“romantic,” she laughed, feeling his lips on her face.

-

the next morning when y/n woke up, she went to the bathroom. looking into the mirror, she noticed the letter j was bruised onto her neck.

walking into the kitchen, jj was trying to make some eggs. “you sly bastard,” she joked, motioning to her neck as she saw his almost black eggs.

jj smirked. “i uh, tried to cook for you. clearly it didn’t go as planned,” he motioned to the burnt food.

“we can pick something up on the way to john b’s,” y/n grinned, kissing her new boyfriend.

[tripleahyperfixator]

John and Adrian: *giggling in front of John's computer*

Emilia: Should we be getting our guns out? This feels like it's gonna end up a scenario where we need our guns

John: pftt you say that as if me and Adrian couldn't stop what we are causing on our own

Leota: Just because you managed to take down judomaster once and Adrian still isn't dead despite all the dumb shit he does doesn't mean you two are equipped to handle whatever you are doing

Adrian: you don't even know what we are doing so you can't accurately say that!

John: Yeah! We could be watching YouTube videos for all you know

Emilia: Well then okay, what the hell are you two giggling over like teenage girls?

John: I'll have you know guys giggle all the time too and that's just bullsh-

Adrian: We're getting all the homophobes, transphobes, sexists, racists, and people like that in the area sent to jail

Leota: well,, that isn't bad I guess?

Adrian: Exactly! That's what I'm saying! Like who cares if we have to fake some crimes, they are terrible people and deserve to be in jail anyways!

Emilia: You mean to tell me that after all the shit that went down with us getting Chris' dad in jail under FALSE info wasn't enough of a warning to not fuck with the police shit again????!

John: Chris' dad fucking deserved it too and most of these people DO have crimes that we can report them for anyways, there's just a couple that didn't okay

Leota: No offense but how is Adrian helping at all with that? You don't seem very,, techy no offense Adrian

Adrian: I have a list of bad people that I was planning on getting rid of, I mean I probably still will especially if they get back out of jail, but they deserve to be locked up for a bit at least

John: There was like,, 96 people on that list so we've just been sending the info to the police and making fun of them

Adrian: We also found their social medias, hacked into their accounts, and exposed them

Emilia: If this blows up in our faces im going to kill both of you, and how did this start anyways?

John: We were bored

Adrian: And pride month is coming up so we didn't want those assholes ruining the good vibes

John & Adrian chaos friendship for the win😌✨ Chris is probably having an existential crisis while hallucinating his dad somewhere so that's why he isn't in this😬

[miyagihawk]

why’d you only call me when you’re high? pt. 2 | eli “hawk” moskowitz x reader

part one

here’s part 2 by popular demand! based off the arctic monkeys song and amazing request by @deadbeatharlz <3 thank you guys for the support on part 1 im so happy you liked it :)

warnings: self harming behavior, LOTS of swearing, alcohol and drug abuse, sooo so angstyyyy buckle up

summary: it’s been 3 months since your last night with hawk, and you haven’t been yourself.

word count: 3,062



The past 3 months have been rough. Maybe the worst you’ve ever been. You fell into the deep hole that you dug yourself. The hole of loving Hawk Moskowitz.

You never thought you’d be one of those people who let unrequited love devastate their whole being. In fact you always thought the whole heartbreak thing was pathetic and melodramatic. Until it happened to you.

You hate yourself for letting him have this effect on you. But there’s a pestering voice in the back of your mind that reminds you: it’s all your fault. He didn’t ask you to love him. It’s just easier to blame him for your downfall.

Parties, drugs, alcohol. Sex with people you don’t even know. High on the same drug that compelled him to call you in the night.

You’ve become so desperate to forget him that you ruined yourself. It hurts your pride to be the whiny heartbroken girl who let a stupid boy’s rejection shatter her self worth. But the hole is too deep and there’s no hope trying to grasp onto the dirt walls to get out.

The worst part of it is that he sees it all. At school, (if you even go) he looks at you like the scum of the earth as he passes by with his little karate gang. When you end up at the same party, he’ll have a disgusted expression on his face and leave as if he can’t bare to look at you. 

Tonight is one of those nights, and you watch him from across the backyard as he goofs around with his friends. He hasn’t noticed you yet, hence why he’s even still here and not on his way out the door to get away from you.

“If you stare at him any longer, I think he’ll shoot up into flames,” your best friend Robby hands you a cup, and you don’t hesitate before downing its unknown contents. The burn in your throat makes you hum with content.

“That’s the plan,” you take your eyes of off Hawk to look at Robby. You gesture to his own cup in his hand, “Are you gonna drink that?”

“Easy there, Y/N. We got here 5 minutes ago,” he warns, but holds out the drink towards you anyway. Robby’s always been worried about you and your habits, but he knows how you can be when you’re told no.

You swallow down the drink in a few seconds, ignoring his remark. “5 minutes? I can beat my record!” you cheer sarcastically, and start walking to the kitchen in search of a keg. Robby follows closely behind you, a wary look on his face.

The fuzzy feeling starts to take over your body as you throw back drink after drink. It’s the buzz you crave every second of every day because it just makes you feel so good. Everything is happier and your cares feel so far away. Hawk feels so far away.

You sit on the couch next to Robby in your dazed trance, drunkenly rambling to him about random things. He glares at anyone who comes near you and looks like they would take advantage of you in your state.

Robby really hates you like this, but he can’t help but feel protective over you. He’s not even a fan of parties; he really only goes to keep an eye on you. You’re grateful even though you act like you hate it when he babysits you.

“Heyyy pretty Y/N! Want some?” Yasmine approaches where you sit, a joint held between her fingers. Her eyes are drooped and she sways as she stands.

You reach out to take the blunt, but you feel Robby push your arm down. “You’re already drunk. That’s enough,” he says sternly, making you roll your eyes.

“I can do what I want, Dad,” you taunt, and take the joint from Yasmine. Smoke fills up your lungs, immediately giving you pleasure. Robby just shakes his head in disapproval as the air around him becomes hazy.

“I’m going to the bathroom. Stay here,” he orders, getting up from the couch.

You nod, but of course, you don’t listen. The sound of splashing from outside sets off a lightbulb above your head and you feel like you’re floating while you walk to the backyard.

Right as you step out of the house, you make eye contact with none other than Hawk. He gives you a distasteful look like always, before turning back to his group. Asshole.

You just scoff and stumble towards the pool, where a couple is making out and a few people are drunkenly playing with the water like little kids.

Reaching the edge of the pool’s rim, you let yourself fall in with a splash. You feel the pressure in your ears start to build as you sink to the bottom. Maybe it’s the fact that you’re cross faded, but being underwater feels like a world of bliss.

The loud music of the party is muted, creating a sense of serenity. The legs of the other people in the pool make you laugh to yourself, sending bubbles from your mouth to the surface. It’s glittery and pretty and you want to stay forever.

You don’t know how long you’re under there for, but you don’t notice your lungs running out of air. It just feels good to be alone for a second. Next thing you know, you feel your eyes start to droop closed; a strange peace overcoming your body.

A loud thrashing noise in the water makes you wake up with a gasp. You swallow too much water as you feel someone grab hold of your arm. It’s all a blur and you’re being pulled up to the surface, taking you away from the tranquil world you were just in.

The music is pounds against your ears again and the air is cold on your skin. You feel your body being laid down on the concrete of the poolside, but everything feels numb. You just feel sleepy and you want to close your eyes again.

“Y/N, hey, wake up. Wake up,” a voice makes your eyes shoot back open. Someone is looking down at you, with a hand shaking your shoulder. Your vision is somewhat blurry, but the mohawk gives it away. It’s him.

You suddenly become aware of the large amount of water in your lungs and you turn over to your side to cough it up. After you get it all out, you notice the people at the party looking at you with eyes of pity mixed with judgement.

“What the fuck were you doing? You could’ve died, are you fucking stupid?” Hawk curses, but even in your inebriated state you can hear a hint of worry in his voice.

You sit up to face him. He looks angry; his clothes and hair are as wet as yours.

Maybe it’s the lack of oxygen in your brain, or maybe it’s the marijuana and alcohol, but you just feel the urge to laugh. So you do. Like a complete maniac. The way he probably just saved your life like he cares is sickly comedic to you.

His face twists in confusion as you break out into a fit of giggles. “Are you serious? You’re fucking insane, Y/N,” he gets up, shaking his head at you. He gives a glare to the people staring, and they look away in fear.

You think he’s going to leave like usual, but he surprises you by grabbing your arm to pull you up. People whisper amongst themselves as he drags you through the backyard, going through a gate that leads to front of the house. You trip over your own feet, still feeling dizzy from almost drowning, but he just pulls you along.

“What are you doing?” you ask, tugging on your arm to try and release it from the tight grip he has on you. You’re both dripping chlorinated water, leaving a track of drops on the concrete below.

“You’re going home Y/N,” he says sternly. You two arrive at his car and he opens the passenger door. “Get in.”

“Hey!” a voice yells from the house and you both turn to see Robby rushing towards the car. He looks pissed, and now you remember him telling you to stay put. Shit.

“Robby I-”

“Don’t get in there with him Y/N,” he says, sending a death stare to the boy next to you.

“I’m taking her home, Keene, so back the fuck off. Get in Y/N,” Hawk snaps, clenching his fists.

You keep quiet, not wanting to add to the fire already starting. They loathe each other; if not because of the karate rivalry, then because of you. To Robby, Hawk broke your heart and made you spiral. To Hawk, Robby is the piece of shit who he thinks is your boyfriend, and he won’t admit it but he’s jealous.

“You’re not driving her, asshole. You’re probably as drunk as her,” Robby reaches to take your arm, but Hawk pulls you back.

“You don’t know shit about me, Keene. I’ve been sober for three months, so yeah, I will drive her,” Hawk picks you up like you’re a doll, placing you in the passenger seat and closing the door. You don’t resist, you just feel tired and your head starts to pound as if the mix of drugs in your system are punishing you. The window’s down, so you can still hear the two boys loud and clear.

I’ve been sober for three months, his voice echoes in your head.

“Oh so now you care so much about her? It’s your fault she’s like this!” Robby raises his voice even more, starting to move towards Hawk threateningly. You begin to feel scared that a physical fight might actually break out, but you don’t know what to do.

“I’m not the one who almost let her die a few minutes ago, am I? Just fuck off, we’re leaving,” Hawk dismisses him, walking around the car to the driver’s seat. You’re surprised by his self control to not throw a punch, especially with his reputation.

“Robby, it’s okay. I just want to go home. I’ll call you, alright?” you reach your hand out of the window in reassurance and he takes hold of it. Hawk clenches his jaw as he turns on the engine.

“Promise you’ll be careful? I’m sorry I left you,” Robby furrows his eyebrows in worry. When he came out of the bathroom, someone filled him in on what happened to you and he almost had a heart attack.

“Promise. And it’s my fault,” you hook your pinky with his, before the car pulls out of the curb and separates you from your best friend. He watches you guys drive away, an anxious expression etched on his face.

The whole situation has sobered you up pretty well, and now you’re left with a throbbing headache, wet clothes, and awkward tension. You hate it. Being sober. You miss the foggy feeling that prevents you from thinking too hard about things. But now you’re inches away from the boy who broke your heart, all by choice.

You don’t know why you agreed to go with him, but did you even have a choice? You’re confused by his actions. He acts like he hates you but he jumps in a pool for you. He yelled at you but he’s driving you home. It all makes you overthink and it causes your head to ache even more.

You hold your head in your hands to try and ease the pain as Hawk drives quietly.

“You good?” he breaks the silence. His voice is softer compared to how he talked to Robby minutes ago.

“Head hurts,” you mumble.

“What were you doing back there? If I didn’t get you out, you’d probably be in the hospital right now,” he says. You peek at him through your hands and his eyes are on the road.

“I don’t know,” you sigh. “It was just peaceful. I didn’t really even think about breathing.”

He scoffs. “Well that’s just fucking stupid. You’re lucky I noticed you were under for so long.”

“Well thanks,” you reply quietly, feeling like a little kid being scolded.

There’s a couple beats of silence before he speaks, “What happened to you?”

The question makes you sit up and look over at him. “What are you talking about?”

“The old Y/N wouldn’t even touch a drink. You’re different,” Hawk taps his finger on the wheel in thought. His icy blue eyes quickly glance at your confused look before returning to the road.

“You happened, Hawk.” You pinch your temples in frustration. Anger starts to bubble up in your stomach at his criticism. At the mention of “old you”.

“I didn’t do this to you,” he shakes his head, as if trying to convince himself of his own words.

“You did,” you raise your voice, making him flinch. “You know it.”

“What, because I stopped sleeping with you? I didn’t make you fall in love with me, Y/N. You did that to yourself,” he spits, sending a knife to your heart and making you see red.

“You knew I loved you way before I said it. But you still stringed me along, didn’t you? You knew I would pick up everytime you called. You knew that I would let you into my bed because I was the girl who loved you no matter how fucking shitty you were!” you fire back, vomiting out words that you’ve wanted to say for months. The alcohol in your system makes you bolder than usual, but you’re grateful for it.

He’s at a loss for words at your outburst so you continue, “I didn’t ask for this Hawk. Loving you. I’m sorry that I’m such a burden and that you hate me so much that you can’t stand being in the same room as me. But please just answer me this and I’ll leave you alone forever. I’ll leave when we show up at the same party and I’ll even hide in the halls so you don’t have to see my face.”

You pause, choking on your words. You didn’t even realize that the car is already parked in front of your house and your clothes are halfway dry.

“Why don’t you love me?” your voice cracks as you spit out the question that has caused you to throw yourself away. The question with an answer that could dissipate your self worth in a mere moment.

Hawk finally looks into your glassy eyes with shock. He could’ve never anticipated what you asked him and his mouth runs dry.

“I told you, I- I don’t deserve someone like you loving me,” he swallows, but you shake your head.

“That’s not what I asked.”

He blinks slowly, trying to come up with an excuse. Any excuse, to avoid telling you the truth. You can see the inner conflict on his face, the panicked speed of his running thoughts.

“You should go home, Y/N,” he deflects, turning away from you. Putting on his mask to keep you from reading him like a book.

“I’m not going until you tell me,” you demand.

“Just get out of the car, fuck!” Hawk yells, slamming his hands down on the steering wheel. It makes you jump a little, but you’re too angry to fear the flames in his eyes.

“Why can’t you just tell me!” you fire back. “You came to me almost every night, so why do I feel something that you don’t? Is it me? Is there something wrong with me?”

“What do you want me to fucking say Y/N! That I do love you? Fucking fine. I love you. Is that what you wanted to hear? Just get out.”

I love you.

The same words you said that made him leave.

“You don’t even mean that,” you blink back your tears.

His voice is softer now, more gentle. “If I didn’t mean it then I wouldn’t have said it.”

“You said you needed me and then you left me,” your voice shakes and you hate how pathetic you sound.

“I-I didn’t leave you,” he stammers before taking a deep breath. “I left because you wanted something more than I could give you. I would’ve felt like a selfish asshole if we became more than just sex, Y/N. You deserve someone like Keene and yeah he’s a pussy but he’s good. Better than me.”

It feels like every piece in the puzzle is being put together. Everything makes sense. He does love you, but he was just afraid. He can’t be near you because it hurts too much to see someone he can’t have. Somehow, you can’t find the anger you’ve held against him for these past months; you just understand him now.

“I’m sorry, alright? For everything. For treating your feelings like shit. All of it.”

You swallow, thinking about his words. It all feels too much and the truth is now looking you in the eye, demanding an answer. You love him, but he dropped your heart on the floor for you to pick up every shard. Is one sorry going to magically fix everything?

“I- I don’t know what to say,” you admit, and he nods in understanding.

“You don’t have to say anything. Let’s just... move on. And you get better... I hate seeing you like this,” Hawk scans your red eyes and dilated pupils. “We’ll get to a better place and you and me, we’ll be good.”

It’s bittersweet, but he’s right. Being together now just because he loves you back would be a huge jump that would only end in broken hearts and toxic cycles. It would be foolish. As much as you want him, the only person who can fix you is yourself.

So it’s a meet up at the top of the mountain, when you’ve both made the journey from opposite sides.

“A better place,” you reiterate, before placing a light kiss to his cheek and leaving the car with a new sense of closure.

a/n: that was longer than i planned and a freaking roller coaster!!!!!!! im not sure if there should be a part 3? lmk what you think maybe it’ll just be short. but hehe i added robby into the mix he was so cute. ty for reading!

taglist for people who wanted part 2 :) ty friends for the support <3 @littlered6307 @deadbeatharlz @spiderman-berries @axastasiasstuff @r0-xie @estupidteen @hawkwhore @idkwhatishouldput4

[ground-riot-jack]

Number 1 | K. Bakugou |

idk what this is man, an origin story maybe?? idk bakugou is an asshole and reader is a badass

The ratings where in, this is it, the big moment. After years of hard work and dedication, you’re finally about to find out if you made it the number Number 1 Hero Spot. You walk out on the stage with the other Top 5 heroes, one being your long term boyfriend, Bakugou. You’d been dating since highschool and worked at the same agency that he created.

“And for our number 2 Hero, we have...Ground Zero! Number 1... Angel! Thank you heroes for protecting and sacrificing your lives for us!” The announcer practically yelled at the large crowd of people.

You couldn’t believe it. You did it. You were the number 1 hero in all of Japan and your boyfriend was right behind you. The lights of the stage felt like power surging through your body. Your large white wings fluttered in excitement. You took your place at the number one podium and felt warm tears of joy stream down your face, you feel pata on your back and can hear congratulations swirling around but you can barely stand up straight.

Soon someone hands you a microphone, the crowd quieting down.

“Thank you all so much, I will work hard every single day until my body gives up to make sure this great nation is protected. I’ve worked very hard to get here so thank you all for recognizing my hard work and determination. I wanna thank Ground Zero, for being the best partner and for helping me get where I am. It won’t be easy but I will take this number 1 spot and wear it with pride. Thank you, i love you all” You spill out happily, you turn and grab onto Katsuki, hugging him and congratulating him on Number 2. You’d both climbed so high and so quickly since you’re UA days, it’s made you happy that you’ve come so far with the person you love most.

Bakugou however, didn’t look happy. It was extremely rare to see a smile on his face, but at the very least you’d expected his bored face. But now, he looked angry. He looked like he was ready to level the city withy he scowl pressed on his face.

“babe, what’s wrong? you good?” You grab his large bicep, getting him to look at you. His bright red eyes snap to yours and you feel locked in with how much animosity they hold.

“I’m ready to go home” He spits out before turning and walking back to the car you’d both arrived in.

You took a few more pictures with fans before following your grumpy boyfriend. As soon as you sat in the car, you could feel the tension thick in the air.

“Ok seriously babe, what the hell is wrong? We got the top spots, that’s amazing!” You turn towards him as the driver head back to your place.

“It’s nothing” He managed to say through his teeth with his are locked together with how tight he’s clenching his jaw.

“It’s something, you’re getting ready to blow this car up”

“I said it’s nothing, Angel” He speaks, the name oozing in malice and anger. Suddenly it clicked.

“You’re jealous that I got the number one spot while you got number two. jesus christ katsuki, could you be any more pessimistic. Why can’t you just be happy for me that i’ve reached a goal i’ve been trying to get my whole life? Number two is in no way shape or form bad.” You huff and fall back against the seat, you watch Bakugou clench and unclench his fists while staring out the window.

“I have to be number one and be better than All Might” He growls quietly, you knew it was a somewhat sensitive subject, but you couldn’t believe your ears.

“All might? Katsuki, you’re 23 years old, you can’t truly expect to be better than All Might right now? All might wasn’t even this good at this age yet, you’re way ahead of schedule. You can’t be happy for me because you wanna be better at 22 years old than All Might was in his prime? You’re delusional katsuki.”

“I HAVE TO BE NUMBER ONE”

“THATS FINE BUT WHY CANT YOU BE HAPPY THAT TOUR GIRLFRIEND IS NUMBER ONE?”

“BECAUSE IT SHOULD BE ME”

“so you think I don’t deserve this katsuki? You think what? I haven’t worked hard enough? I’m nor strong enough? I’m not good enough? WHAT IS IT KATSUKI? Why don’t I deserve to be number one? Why do you think your were unfairly judged?”

You both stared at each other in silence for a while, anger boiling into the atmosphere. You understood the only thing that drove bakugou in highschool was his need to be number one. You were both adults now, and you were in love with each other. You’d hoped that you’d made a big enough impact on bakugou that your life and love together would be enough of a motivator to be great, the way it was with you.

You felt that car pull into your large home, and immediately jumped out, racing up to your shared bedroom. You got out of your hero costume and into leggings and a tank top. You took off all your makeup and picked the confetti out of your wings. You looked up as Bakugou walked in the room.

“Im not sorry that I’m not settling for number two, I never will and you know it, but i am sorry for yelling at you and the way I acted.” Katsuki grumbled while looking at the floor. Usually, his awkward and hesitant apologies warmed your heart and made you gush at how cute your angry boyfriend was, but now you find yourself staying angry.

“That’s not an apology katsuki. You refuse to be happy for me, even though you promised you would be. You refuse to even acknowledge how much work I put into this to be number one. I am THE youngest Hero to hit number one and you can’t even say good job babe. Instead you get angry and jealous and mean because it wasn’t you. Never mind the fact that you jumped from 10 to 2 which is THE biggest jump anyone’s seen in years bakugou. You won’t even let yourself be happy at what you’ve done, because you’re too busy being jealous” You poke his chest, finally standing in front of him.

“It’s not a bad thing to want to be the best” He crosses his arms, getting defensive.

“Of course not babe, I want you to be the best too. So why don’t you want me to be the best?”

“It’s not that, it’s-“

“It’s what Katsuki?”

“I made a promise to myself-”

“YOU MADE A PROMISE TO ME KATSUKI. You gave me this fucking promise ring and told me that you you’re gonna support me no matter what. That we were gonna work hard to get to where we need to go and we were gonna do it together. You promised me you’d be by my side. That’s the difference between us babe. You need to be number one for yourself, I need to be number one for us. You’ve forgotten that” You wipe your tears and move around the tall man in your way. It hurt that Katsuki couldn’t see this was bigger than his highschool days. This was your life together. You hadn’t spoken to All Might or even Midoriya in years, so why was it so hard for him to accept you as a permanent part of his life.

“Baby, i’m sorry I just. I get one track minded and I was so hopeful that this was finally the day. I needed so bad to be number one-“

“THIS IS NO LONGER ABOUT BEING NUMBER ONE KATSUKI, THIS IS ABOUT HOW YOU CANT SEE THAT YOURE TREATING ME LIKE A SIDE CHARACTER. I AM YOUR GIRLFRIEND!! For fucks sake katsuki, we live, work, sleep, eat do and do everything together, so the fact that I’m not even one of the reasons you go out and do what you do hurts because this” You pause and gestured to everything around you. “This is the reason I wake up every morning, you are the reason I fight crime and your reason is, a childhood rivalry. You’re am adult now, you’re supposed to be friends with midoriya and all might and you’re supposed to be over this whole thing. This isn’t supposed to be the thing that drives you. I’m not saying I have to be too of the list but it would be nice to be on the list” You sigh and look at your boyfriend. You knew this wasn’t healthy to yell at each other like this, but you needed him to understand where you’re coming from.

“Baby, Of course you’re my reason for waking up and being a hero, I would do anything to protect you, it’s just I always pictured me at Number 1 with my agency and you and a family. I have a need, a primal urge to be number one and that’s never going to change. Doesn’t mean i don’t love your dumbass”

“Well I’m number one Katsuki, and I earned the hell out of it. I worked my ass off day and night for weeks and months and years so that I could have this. And to see you pout and complain and look me in my face and tell me you don’t think I deserve this spot hurts more than some cute little apology where you call me dumbass lovingly. So i’ll ask you again, why don’t you think I deserve this spot? What makes you better?” You squinted your eyes at the tall man and clench your jaw.

“Im physically stronger-“ You interrupt your boyfriend by grabbing his arm and kicking his legs out from under him, using your wings to flip him over in his back, pinning him down.

“You’re so close minded katsuki, that you don’t even know what i’ve. been doing for the past 8 months. I an the number one hero you think i didn’t train to be stronger than everyone around me?” You ask, hurt laced in your voice.

“Fine, you deserve this spot. You’re the best.”

“You dont meant that, I’m gonna make you fucking mean it Katsuki. One day you’re gonna see me and i’m gonna be the best and you’re gonna be in awe of my power and then you’ll finally see that i deserve this.” You push off of him and stand up your wings tucking close to your body.

“Just-give me a week babe. I promise I’ll make it up to you and I’ll show you I am happy for you, it’s just difficult being let down like this. I’m a sore loser and you know it.” Bakugou grabs your shoulder and pulls you close to his chest.

“You haven’t even said you’re proud of me yet. or that you love me. or even good job katsuki. You don’t believe i’m your heart that i deserve this do you?” You look at him, heart in your throat.

“I believe I should be number one. Every time.” Katsuki mutters in your hair like it was a compliment. You push him back, rage filling your body.

“You’re fucked up katsuki. I’m fucking leaving” You spit, throwing on a jacket and shoes, heading towards your front door.

“Where the hell are you going?!” Bakugou snarls as you move past him.

“Katsuki, I love you with every fiber of my soul, but right now looking at your face makes me wanna throw you across town and beat the shit out of you. I’ll be back tomorrow maybe” You mumble the last part, not really sure how long you wanna be away from your hot headed boyfriend.

“you can’t just fucking leave y/n, how do you expect to be number one of you can’t even stay and win a fight against your boyfriend.” Katsuki let’s out a dry laugh, causing you to turn away from your front door.

You lunge at Katsuki, ready to punch him until he understands you’re the number one hero. You two roll around fighting and spewing things typically reserved for villains. Bakugou pins you down on the floor, his knee on your chest and his hands holding both your wrists beside your head. You close your eyes and focus all your energy into your chest, a faint ball of white light glows from your heart. Ktsuki looks at it with realization before the energy is expelled from you and your boyfriend is sent flying across the living room.

“You did not just use Power Surge on me.” He growls. wiping the sweat from his brow.

“I did, and i’m fucking leaving and your not gonna say shit or so help me god katsuki, i will shoot a beam of light so bright and hot that you wake up blind, burnt and fucking single.” You use your wings to send you flying straight to your front door, you look back at your confused boyfriend once more before taking to the sky.

Bakugou began the cleaning process, shocked and confused. Why didn’t you understand he wants to be happy for you, he truly does, but his pride won’t let him get away with not winning. He decided to let you fly off to calm down for the night, opting to call and talk to Kirishima. The two friends ended up talking for a bit longer than expected, bakugou trying to get kiri on his side, not his girlfriends. It didn’t work however, Kirishima understood that bakugou would let his emotions cloud his mind, even when it came to you. By the end of the conversation, bakugou was almost has heated as he was while fighting you. He concluded the best option was to head to his agency and train for the night.

He arrived and decided to do some things around the office before heading to the training and workout wing of his large building. While going thru last minute files, there’s a knock on his door.

“Ground Zero, i wasn’t expecting you to be here so late.” A stranger smiles in Bakugou face as he opens his office door, his secretary smiling sheepishly.

“Who the hell are you?” He cocks his head and tries to figure it out before he’s told, one of those weird habits he’s picked up being a hero.

“My apologies. I’m Niko Takeyama, I work for the Hero Commission. How would you like to be the number one hero by this time next month.”

[moononastring]

Welp, it is safe to say that it did not go well between me and Matt. I’m not really sure how I’m feeling about it because I’m over all really angry at the moment. He tried to kiss me again and when I told him flat out NO He basically threw every nice thing I’ve ever done for him in my face to “prove I liked him first”. He accused me of leading him on when I thought I was just being a good friend to him😓. Then tried to throw every nice thing he’s ever done for me in my face as if I owe him something. Again we’ve never even talked as if we were dating. Hell we’ve talked more about our own hook ups and dates and relationships with other people more than ever the possibility of us being together.

I think I hurt his feelings by being honest and telling him I cared about him but just as a friend. Yes of course I care we’ve been friends for 13 years. We’ve spent several hours a day with each other for 6 1/2 months now. Like I said I let him live with me for weeks because he didn’t want to swallow his pride and move home at one point. I love him but like family and he proceeded to say very mean things to me about things we’ve talked about in confidence because “I don’t like him back” 😭 I’ve been sitting here for hours just thinking about how terrible this was. I am so genuinely heartbroken because some of the things he said were definitely over the line. I know he said them to hurt me because he was hurting but I would have never treated him like this. NEVER. It also just shocks me because we have hardly ever had disagreements over the years. 😔

I just don’t understand. This honestly just sucks so bad. He tried to text me again to “apologize” about an hour ago but I don’t think I can accept that at this moment with some of the things he said. No real friend would say them even if they were mad. I know im just rambling again but im just having a bad day. Thank you for listening😔

Ugh, I am so sorry the conversation went this way. It’s a low, asshole move on his part and I’m sorry that you had to sit through a conversation with a guy who let his misguided notions of your friendship speak to you that way. It’s a shame that he really took all these years of friendship with you for granted. Clearly, he doesn’t deserve your friendship or having you in his life.

People who care about you don’t throw things you talk about back in your face. They respect you and respect the relationship you’ve had and what you decided to share with them. I’m sure it’s frustrating for you because I’m sitting here frustrated for you that HE decided all these things about the nature of your relationship and then has the nerve to get upset when you don’t feel the same way.

I’m sorry you’re going through this but know, this happened for it to come to the surface. You know where you stand and you’re under no obligation to speak further with him or accept his apology until you feel like he deserves it or you’re ready. Give yourself the space to process it and see you feel in a day or two. I’m team cut off and leave nastiness behind you but again, you know yourself and want you need best. I don’t think we should allow people who make us feel bad into our lives. He doesn’t seem like he deserves the pribelage of being yours when he’s getting upset that you’re not following what HE wants and what HE expects from you. His anger isn’t an excuse for him to hurt you. The way a person reactions when angry tell your volumes about who they are and you don’t need any of this in your life.

Please don’t apologize for sharing, I’m happy to be a listening box! Take care of yourself darling. Like I said before, feel your feelings and then decide what kind of access he should have to you. A person that doesn’t respect you doesn’t deserve an inch. He ruined your friendship and that’s on him and his loss. Im here for you darling ♥️ sending you lots of love and a very tight hug 🫂

[doberbutts]

Oh god I feel the exact same way. Strange has his head firmly inserted in his ass in regards to that he is disabled and it rubs me the wrong way. Like he thinks that he can't be himself if he isn't abled. Dude I get the gifted kid gotta-be-perfect attitude but when you crash and burn because you can't do what you used to, you have to find your resilience and refocus your pride or you're gonna spend your whole life wishing for a life that you couldn't possibly have.

Also... winteriron for the win?

Yeah I think that's definitely part of it. Stark's change from pre-kidnapping to post-kidnapping I feel was a mix of PTSD (even tho the movies don't ever call it that except to mock him pbbbbbt), him becoming physically disabled with a lifethreatening heart condition, and him accepting that this happening was absolutely at least partially his fault. In some deleted scenes from the first IM we see him struggle a bit with the fact that yeah now there's a giant piece of metal in his chest and he will Literally Die if the device gives out, it's even used against him in the final cut of the movie for plot. He panics when he first wakes up and finds it and his first action is to modify it to be more practical (after he's done grieving his past life and recoups from the torture, somewhat spurred on by Yinsen since he was doomspiralling a bit). He doesn't have it anymore by the time we get to CW but the way the scene is framed with Bucky driving the shield into his chestpiece is still meant to be shocking because the audience is used to that equalling certain death.

On the other hand Strange spends the majority of his intro movie spiralling so far out of control that he feels the need to travel to a different country to learn magic because he's convinced they'll heal him. And when he's even told by them, you are too egotistical and also we're not healing you like that, he still doesn't change. He spends his movie chasing away those close to him and having a tantrum that his hands shake and I get it! I do! I spent several months grappling with the frustration of having accidentally thrown something precious to me on the floor and it broke because I can't control my own hand tremors.

But even when he does learn magic it's because he had to be shown someone doing it who didn't even have hands, and then when he becomes proficient he doesn't change his outlook at all. He was a jerk going into this and his newfound disability, like Stark, is at least partially his fault. Instead of learning from that and growing as a person he just cannot accept that this is his life now and maybe he should be less of a prideful jerk and then he won't do stupid things like drive while looking at case files or entirely break the universe because he thought he had a handle on things 🤷‍♂️

Stark had his laundry list of character flaws but he still learned and grew as a person, the flaws made sense- I understand where he's coming from when he funds Shield's pre-terrorist AI assassin network. When he builds Ultron. When he signs the Accords. I think these are wrong actions but I understand his mindset. I get why he genuinely tries to kill Bucky. I don't think I could forgive my parents' killer easily either and certainly not if I've been hung up over their deaths for 30 years. Logically in Bucky's case it's not his fault, but since when are grief and trauma and emotion affected by logic?

But I don't feel like Strange has grown at all. He was an egotistical unlikeable jerk with some scathing one-liners before and he's still an egotistical unlikeable jerk with some scathing one-liners. Where is the charm, the charisma? Where is the 'okay yes he's kind of a dick BUT LOOK he's also nice to kids/puppies/his girlfriend'? Stark was always kind of an abrasive asshole but with enough charm and charisma and some genuine niceness peeking through that (general) you kind of forgave him for it. That's absent for Strange, so he's just not as likeable or fun to watch and thus I find myself uninterested in his entire contribution to these movies. Yeah he's kind of taken in a kid or two at this point- he's helped out Peter and now America- and maybe we'll see some of that start to change him. But as he is right now I just find him uninspiring and annoying to watch. He wasn't nice to anyone in his intro movie, he wasn't nice to anyone in Thor 3, he wasn't nice to anyone in Infinity War/Endgame... he was okay to Peter in NWH and nice enough I guess to America in this new movie but... I feel like it's not enough.

BIG SIGH anyway...

I don't actually like Winteriron, again I too would struggle to forgive the man who killed my parents even if he was mind controlled into doing so. I do love Bucky and I again don't think it's his fault, but... there's ✨ complexity ✨ there and also I like Sam/Steve/Bucky better as a dynamic. America sammich 😅