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theminecraftbee · 5 months ago
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Doc's about four beers in by now. It's just enough to loosen his lips, especially with Etho eating most of the pretzels so Doc can't eat them. Compared to almost any other hermit under these circumstances, Doc seems barely tipsy at most, but, well, it's not like Beef needs him drunk to vent his latest frustrations at the world, he just needs him tipsy enough not to notice he's talking.
"--and I just don't understand why people are so surprised, man. You--you all have teased me too much to be surprised!" Doc is saying. "Ren laughed at me. Laughed!"
He also, for the record, seems to need to complain about... apparently his husband? Which is new. Beef had been surprised. He's not going to say so, yet, because this is Doc's very belated NHO bachelor party--can they call it that when it's more "sitting around a TV drinking, eating snacks, and not doing anything because they're all too old to be partying", and when Doc is very clearly not a bachelor?--and that would be rude.
"That dog," Bdubs says loyally. "I can kill him for you. I'm the judge so I wouldn't get arrested and I'd make sure you get all his money as a widow."
"No, you can't kill him, man, I still need him for tax benefits!"
"What taxes?" Etho asks, sounding vaguely panicked.
Everyone stops to consider this.
"Beneficial ones," Doc finally says.
"I don't think that's what--I think you're misunderstanding your English again," Beef says.
"No, I'm always right," Doc says.
They sit in companionable silence for a few moments. Someone shouts on TV. The show is in Swedish. Beef has no idea what's happening. He's honestly just kind of waiting for someone else to notice.
"It's just. I don't get it, man! Why are you all acting so surprised I called Ren my husband? You! You all know me!" Doc says, somewhere between accusing and despairing, and hm, maybe these beers were higher alcohol content than normal, if he's already on despairing? "Ren and I have been--after season eight, making it official, it is only a natural thing, yes? But we had--he's asked to have my puppies. You've heard him say our babies would be beautiful."
"That dog," Bdubs says loyally again, this time in a much more suggestive tone.
"More than once," mutters Etho.
"It's not--I mean, we all knew you and Ren were... how do I put this?" Beef says. "It's not surprising that you two are. Er. Help me out here."
"Boning," Etho says.
"EXCUSE YOU?" Bdubs says, scandalized.
"Yeah. Boning," Beef says. "Doing the horizontal tango. Probably some vertical ones too. I mean, you're definitely into some things--"
"Fighting dragons," Etho dryly adds.
"THAT WAS STILL GROUNDS FOR DIVORCE," Bdubs shouts, apparently over being scandalized and moving straight to offense.
"Two seasons later? Man, you just wanted to wring as much alimony out of me as possible," Doc says immediately.
"And? I'm a judge now, I know these things."
"My point," Beef says, before they can start arguing again, or before Etho can point out that they hadn't ever really been married to get divorced in the first place. "My point. We, uh, all knew you two had a thing. It's just, uh, marriage is... different! It's different, and--"
"You didn't INVITE ME TO THE WEDDING!" Etho says, finally unable to hold it in. "Whyyyyyyyyy? Doc, I thought we were friends! I thought we were friends, Doc! I wanted to go to the wedding!"
"It, it was a little thing," Doc says. "A common law marriage as much as--"
"Hey, wait, why didn't I officiate it, huh?" Bdubs says.
"That's not fair, you can't be mad at me for not inviting you to the wedding, the moon had just exploded!" Doc says.
"It had?" Etho says.
"Yeah, well, I exploded too and I still would have shown up," Bdubs says.
"I don't remember an explosion?" Beef says.
"Wait, the moon did something?" Etho says.
"Focus," Beef says. "Look. Doc. Also, love you man, but I always figured that if anyone was going to propose, it was going to be Ren."
Doc scoffs. "Clearly you don't know my husband, then."
Everyone waits for him to elaborate. Ren, after all, is the one known for dramatic emotional appeals. While Doc is equally dramatic--that's why Beef is throwing a bachelor party for the great fit as opposed to off showing him that Big Salmon can still show someone how to sleep with fishes--he's not exactly great at emotions. Surely, he will elaborate on why Ren would never be the one to propose between the two of them.
He doesn't.
"Anyway, I think it's been obvious for, for years, and you all are morons, and--why is the TV in Swedish?"
"THANK YOU!" Bdubs says. "I thought it would be rude to point out."
"Oh, I like it, though," Etho says as Doc changes the channel to a home improvement show. Yeah, sure. Fits the vibes of this bachelor party as much as anything else. Beef grabs another beer. He pauses.
"Wait, you said a common law marriage. That means you haven't actually had a wedding yet, right?"
"Not really," Doc says.
Beef considers being reasonable, and then he lets it go.
"Dibs on planning it," he says.
"WHAT?" Bdubs says, rounding on Beef.
"I--hey, I didn't agree to this!" Doc says, as Beef begins negotiations with Bdubs. Etho laughs, louder than he normally does, and throws an arm around Doc.
"Let it happen, man. Let it happen."
It's a good party, and a good night.
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dixonsgirl93 · 4 months ago
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Right Person, Wrong Time
Negative Merle x Reader
(I wanna make it clear I love Merle Dixon. For anyone new to my account, I’ve written fluffy and smutty stuff for both brothers so go check them out!)
Positive Daryl x Reader
CW: Cheating, Angst, narcissistic tendencies
You meet and date Merle before ever meeting Daryl, though he spoke about him enough. When the fall of the world happened, you both went to find his brother Daryl. Upon meeting him, you’re struck by his handsome appearance, immediately feeling guilty for the thought.
The real trouble began when the two of you grew closer, having more in common than you first thought, even a mutual attraction showing in unpredictable ways, making your heart flutter guiltily.
The truth also came to light that Merle wasn’t a good boyfriend but Daryl was openly caring and even protective.
You couldn’t help yourself.
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Merle huffed at you and turned away.
“What?” You grumbled at his back.
He spun, his face contorted. “Why you gotta flaunt your ass at him? You’re mine, remember?”
“What?!” You couldn’t believe he was really saying that. “I didn’t flaunt my ass at him. I was just talking to him. You need to calm down.”
Merle’s face went red and he stormed right up to you. “Calm down? You’re the one being a little slut. Not happy with just me, huh?”
Despite the rage bubbling up inside you, he looked genuinely hurt at the idea and a part of you felt pity.
“It wasn’t like that at all, Merle. I wasn’t even flirting. We were just joking around.” Your voice softens, reasoning, calming.
“Looked that way to me.” His voice is lower too but still bitter.
You weren’t sure how to respond. “You want me to stop joking around with men? Avoid them altogether?”
He hesitated and you thought he was really considering that. You scoffed.
“Really?”
He shrugged as if it was actually a decent idea.
“You’re not serious?”
“Why you so desperate to talk to other men?” He retorted.
“I’m not! You can’t just- What about Rick? Or Daryl? Should I just ignore them? You don’t think they’d think something was up? That Rick wouldn’t say you were controlling me or something? You’d be kicked out, you want that?”
“Fuck Rick. And Daryl wouldn’t say shit. He’s a little virgin, what would he know?”
You throw your arms up in frustration. “You’re completely missing the point.”
“No, you are! You’re mine. I don’t want you getting too close with the guys, okay?” He wrapped his arms around your waist, a look of love in his eyes but you felt unease. “I need everyone to know you’re mine and only mine. I’ll make sure everyone knows.” He leans down to kiss your lips but it wasn’t sweet.
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Sitting in your cell, your argument with Merle playing on your mind, anxiety bubbling up inside you.
“Hey.”
You look up to find Daryl the one to break you from your thoughts.
“Hey.” You look back down at your hands.
“You okay?” He takes a step into your cell, careful not to invade your space. It’s such a small gesture of respect and you can’t help compare him to his brother who would just step inside, take up space, get in your space without a second thought.
You sigh heavily. “Been better.”
“Wanna talk about it?”
You look up at him. The idea of venting to him about his brother was almost comical.
“I…”
“You don’t have to.” He shrugged, leaning against the cell door.
His nonchalance broke something in you and tears welled up in your eyes. Daryl knelt in front of you in a second, hands reached out to look at your face.
“Hey. It’s okay.” His voice was soft, soothing. You looked into his green eyes that showed you only care and concern. Again, you made a comparison with his brother. Was Merle ever like this with you? You couldn’t answer. That realisation sent more tears to your eyes yet still you couldn’t bring yourself to admit Merle’s behaviour toward you.
He pulled you into a hug where you sobbed onto his shoulder. You found yourself almost clinging to Daryl.
He rubbed your back and made shushing noises until you were ready to pull away.
You sniffled and wiped your eyes, chuckling to hide your awkwardness.
“I’m sorry.” You whimper, not looking him in the eye.
“Don’t ever be sorry. I’m always here for you, okay? I know you don’t wanna talk about what’s botherin ya but I’ll be here when ya ready.” He stands up and takes one last look at you before leaving.
A moment later Merle is at your cell.
“What was that about?” He stops and notices you still dabbing at your eyes. “You been crying? Why? Was it Daryl? What’d he say?” He seemed annoyed.
“No, he was comforting me. Just…our argument earlier. I keep thinking about it.”
“Why you crying over it?” He sat down next to you. “I know what’ll make you feel better.”
You shrug his arm off your shoulder feeling gross. “I’m not in the mood.”
He sighs and dramatically slaps his arm on his leg. “You never are. You don’t want me anymore?”
“For god’s sake, Merle. Maybe I’m just too fucking upset to think about sex. Comfort me instead of thinking with your dick. Ugh.” You grumbled and stormed out of the cell. You had no idea where you were heading to, just away from Merle.
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A couple of weeks later, nothing had improved with Merle. In fact, it only became increasingly obvious that you didn’t want to be with him anymore. You argued more than anything and he was always twisting things to make himself the victim. It was tiring.
He had stormed off one afternoon, left the prison to ‘go on a run’, more like to find some liquor and drink himself stupid. A vicious thought struck you in the heated moment that maybe he’d be killed by walkers, ripped apart and left out there. You shook it away, the guilt heavy in your chest.
You were sitting on your bed in your cell reading a book, trying to take your mind off things when a shadow fell over the doorway. Your heart pumped rapidly, thinking Merle had come back to argue more but no, it was another, far more welcome, familiar face.
You smiled and sat up. “Hey.”
He smiled back. “I know you said you didn’t wanna talk about it, before.” He stopped, hesitating to open a door you’d kept firmly shut. “I know it’s Merle. He’s a dick, he’s never kept girlfriends long cause he…never treats ‘em right.”
Your heart hammered unexpectedly. You tried to find the right words but knew trying to defend Merle was useless. “Yeah. Promise you won’t say anything to him though.”
He frowned at you. “I’m not an idiot. I’m not even here to tell you what to do. Just want ya to know I know what he’s like and I’m here for you.” There was a silence but it looked like he wanted to say more.
You waited. He eventually made eye contact with you, sighing, he stepped closer and took a breath.
“But, if I’m honest, you should leave him. He’s not good for you.”
“I know.” You whispered. “But how?”
Daryl shrugged. “The others either left without a word, moved away, never answered his calls. Some yelled and hit him, keyed his motorbike and then left.”
You couldn’t help but laugh. “Why am I not surprised.”
That intrusive thought came to you again, that maybe he’d just die and you wouldn’t have to dump him.
“Fuck.” You leaned forward and put your head in your hands. “God, I hate this.”
“Come with me.” Daryl nodded away.
“Hm?”
“I wanna show you something.”
You follow him through the prison, up on the roof. It was just past noon, the sun was high in the sky, bright and hot. It hit you hard. You turned your face up to the sky, bathing in the heat. It felt amazing and for a moment you could almost ignore the walkers groaning down below, almost forget about Merle off somewhere. You could just exist, in this light, this warmth and be happy.
“I come up here at night sometimes when I can’t sleep. The walkers are quieter, I reckon. Probly cause they can’t see us as good. It’s peaceful.” Daryl confessed. You turned to look at him but his eyes and mind were off the distance, far away.
“He wasn’t always like this.” You said. “He was actually sweet and loving. A little rough around the edges still but he was mine, you know? Ever since this virus and the world crumbled, he changed. He got real protective to the point of questioning every little thing I did. Even joking with Axel a while back. Called me a slut.” Saying it out loud made you realise how stupid you’d been. Merle had changed. He wasn’t gonna be the man he was at the start. Everything had changed.
“He did what? For talking to Axel?” Daryl growled.
“I joked that I should ignore you and Rick too and he… I think he was actually thinking about it. Ridiculous. You and Rick!”
“He’s gone too far.”
You sigh and rest your head on Daryl’s shoulder. He shuffled closer and put his arm around you.
“You’ll always have me. He’s got no say in that.” His thumb grazed over the skin on your arm and a soft buzz of electricity went through you. You turned to look up at him.
“How are you both so different?” You ask rhetorically. He was even more handsome up close. A light stubble covered his chin and cheeks, his green eyes glittered softly at you and your heart raced deliciously. Suddenly, you had the urge to kiss him. He was so close, inches away. Your eyes flickered to his lips and he leaned in a little. You copied.
Within another inch and your lips were touching, gentle, soft, delicate and absolutely electric. Like a magnet you drew closer, deepening the kiss. His arm pulled you in tight.
You were craving each other in a way you’d never felt before. Sure, those first moments with Merle felt intense too, all those new feelings with someone new. It was exciting but this… With Daryl. Oh, it was something new entirely. Hot, fiery, electric, it buzzed through you intensely, leaving hardly any room for breath or thought except the feel his lips and tongue, the taste of him, his hands, big and warm holding you tightly, securely. You never wanted to leave his embrace…
A loud creak of metal broke you apart. The gate was opening, the sound of an engine rumbled in. Merle. He was back.
Your heart pounded wildly.
“Don’t say anything.” Daryl whispered, despite being too far away from him or anyone else to hear.
“But..” you started to argue as if you had fully intended to tell Merle about your kiss with his brother.
“Trust me. Please.”
You nod, already walking away. Daryl stays, watching you with wistful eyes.
This just complicated everything…
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bloody-peach · 6 months ago
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Penny for Your Sins: A BNHA League Of Villains x F!Reader series - Shigaraki
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Goodie Bag: bondage, groping, vaginal fingering, drugging (aphrodisiac), nipple teasing, oral sex (m receiving), dom Shiggy, dirty talk, masturbation, vaginal sex, creampie, hair tugging, deepthroating, cum swallowing, he has his thumb on your tongue at one point, corruption [let me know if i miss anything!]
Now Playing: Closer by Nine Inch Nails, Lesser Key by Pale Horse, Eat Me Drink Me by Marilyn Manson,
Chapters (not in any order, except intro/outro):
START: Intro
• Shigaraki (you are here)
• Dabi
• Twice
• Mr. Compress
• Spinner
• Toga
END: Outro
A/N: No notes. Just enjoy!
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You looked at the calendar and saw it had been a few weeks since you got the ‘job’ of being the League of Villains’ stress reliever. Luckily, you’ve been following everyone’s orders when made and been doing a good job comforting everyone. You wondered when you’d meet their leader...
One night, you were in bed reading a book when you heard something rustling. You walked over and saw that someone slipped an envelope under the door. You got up and walked over to the door, bent down and grabbed the envelope, opening it. Inside was a single tea bag and a note. 'Drink me,' the note read. You smelled the tea bag and could smell peppermint and lavender. It smelled so good, you immediately got your hot water dispenser out and prepared the tea. Once the tea was finished brewing, you got a cup and poured some inside. You took a sip and smiled, loving the taste. You walked back to bed and got back to reading, sipping the tea occasionally. Not long after you finished your drink, you noticed that something was off... Tea wasn’t supposed to make you this relaxed and dizzy, was it? The words on the page were starting to swirl and warp as you tried to keep reading, but the effects were too strong. You wondered if someone spiked the tea bag before you fell back on the bed, blacking out.
You start to wake up, your body still feeling relaxed and warm, but you could feel you weren’t in your bed anymore. You felt your arms held up in the air, something cold and hard wrapping around your wrists, and your feet barely touching the floor. You opened your eyes and you saw you were chained by your wrists, dangling from the ceiling. You looked at yourself and noticed you only had your panties and bra on. “W..what...what’s going on..?” you asked, your speech slightly slurred. You saw something from the corner of your eye and turned your head. There was someone sitting in an armchair, hidden in the shadows. You heard them chuckle as they stood up and came out from the shade. It was a man, with white hair and piercing red eyes. You noticed he was much taller than you and he had a fit, muscular body, your blush growing as you look at him. He smirked, enjoying your gaze. “My, my.. You’re a real pretty thing, aren’t you?” he finally said, his voice a bit raspy.
“Who are you...?” you asked. He smiled and responded as he walked to stand in front of you, “Who am I? I’m Shigaraki Tomura, I’m in charge of the League. And you are our new plaything.” He bent forward, his face close to yours as he said, “Consider yourself lucky you caught our attention.” You were still a bit woozy from the tea, but you asked, “W..Why me?” He gently grabbed your jaw with his hand and he said in a voice laced with desire, “Why you? Oh, it’s quite simple. You see, I have a love for chaos and destruction, and what better way to indulge myself then by taking someone like you captive? Destroying your world by ripping you out of it was a great pleasure. Sure, the League needs some way to vent our frustrations, but...I’ve been craving something more... Oh yes, especially from you... Your beauty, your vulnerability, your surrender...It’s an exhilirating combination that I long for..” He let go of your jaw and he said as he walked behind you, “But don’t you worry.. I have no plan to harm you, and I won’t let anyone else do so.” He gently gripped your sides and leaned into your neck, his hot breath brushing along your skin, making you blush and gasp softly due to your body’s sensitivity. “Besides...I think you’ll enjoy yourself here...You’d be surprised what can be found in places like this.”
You gulped, unsure how to feel exactly, but there was one thing you knew. “Well....if I’m gonna be staying here for a while...I should tell you my name...My name is Y/N.” “Y/N... What a lovely name. Fits you perfectly.” His hands then slid up to your covered breasts, his hands groping each one, the size of his hands engulfing them. “Now, Y/N, let’s have a little fun, shall we? After all, you’re here to entertain me tonight..” He started to massage your breasts as his body pressed against your back. You could feel something hard pressing against your ass, making your body grow warmer. He kissed your neck and shoulder, the sensation causing shivers down your spine. Your head was still swimming, and everything Tomura was doing felt so good...
He leaned to your ear and whispered, “Tell me, Y/N... Do you enjoy pain..? Does the idea of me leaving marks on you make you tremble..?” “N..No...I’m..not a fan of pain...I..If I could choose between pleasure and pain...I..I’d choose pleasure..” You heard him chuckle then respond, “Is that so..? Then you’ll receive that in abundance..” He undid your bra then let the garment fall to the floor. Once that was off, he put one hand back on your breast, teasing your nipple as he massaged it. The sensation made you gasp softly, which made Tomura smile deviously. His other hand slid down your side and teased the band of your panties. “Now tell me this, Y/N...Have you ever been touched intimately before..?” “Well...not in this position, at least..” His lips trailed your neck again as he said softly, “Well, Y/N, this is your lucky day. I’m going to show you how pleasurable it is when my hands explore your body..Would you like that, Y/N?” His offer was so tempting, you only had one answer. “Yes...” He smiled, saying, “Good girl. Just relax and let me take care of everything..”
He then slowly trailed his fingers under your panties and down to your pussy. He started to gently caress your clit as he kissed and licked your neck. The pleasure was like a firework shooting through your body, causing you to moan and making you crave more. Tomura whispered, “Does that feel good, Y/N?” As you moaned, you said, “Y..Yeah...” “That’s it, Y/N. Embrace the feeling..let yourself be consumed by it.” He started to pinch and tug at your nipple as he kept rubbing your pussy. Thanks to the effects of the tea, you couldn’t really resist anything he was doing, and in all honesty, you didn’t want to. It all just felt too good... Tomura noticed your surrender and smiled as he whispered in your ear, his voice dripping with lust, “I want to hear you moan more for me, Y/N..Let the pleasure escape your lips..” With that, he slowly slid a finger inside you and started to pump at a slow yet steady pace. The pleasure was too much, and you started to moan louder. Soon, you wanted more pleasure, so you started to gently buck your hips. Tomura let out a deep chuckle from his throat and said, “Oh, eager, aren’t you? Such a keen and responsive little plaything you are, Y/N...” You found your head turned, facing Tomura. Your lips were so close to his and you wanted to kiss him so bad, it was almost torture. You couldn’t take it anymore and you leaned your head a bit forward and kissed him.
It was a surprise to Tomura, but he quickly kissed you back. He savored the taste of your desire on his lips, his touch becoming rougher in response to the growing intensity between you. The sounds of your moans mixed with this own, building and consuming you both. Breaking the kiss momentarily, he whispered huskily against your lips, “You’re a bold one, Y/N. But be careful...I can’t promise to be gentle with you.” With that, he kissed you again and slid two more fingers inside you, making your eyes turn wide as he curled his fingers inside you, his movements becoming rougher and more demanding, pushing you closer to the edge. It’s not too long before you cum hard, moaning in his mouth. Tomura groaned into the kiss, feeling your climax wash over you through his fingers. He eagerly swallowed your moans, grinning to himself as he does. As your release subsided, he pulled away from the kiss, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. His fingers still buried inside you, he continued to gently move them, prolonging the pleasure as he watched you recover from your intense orgasm. “Doesn't that feel good, Y/N?” he murmured, his voice filled with seduction. “But we’re far from done here. I have so much more in store for you.”
He pulled his fingers out of you and licked up the juices dripping from them, savoring the taste of you. With a wicked glimmer in his eyes, he leaned in to capture your lips once again. You could taste yourself in the kiss, the sweetness coating your tongue. You watch as he removed his clothes, then he undid your chain, making you fall to the ground. He picked you up so you were on your knees. You see his hard and throbbing cock in front of you, already starting to drip pre-cum down the shaft. You could feel your mouth water as you kept staring at it, feeling your inner core tighten as you wondered how it’d feel stuffed inside your holes. You looked up at him, wordlessly asking for permission to please him. Tomura’s eyes darkened with raw desire as he saw your hunger. He reached out, his fingers running through your hair as he pets your head, his touch possessive and commanding. “You want me, don’t you, Y/N?” he asked, his voice husky with anticipation. “I can see it in your eyes. Go ahead.” His hand tightened in your hair, applying enough pressure to assert his dominance. You may have been pleasuring him, but he was still in control. With a firm grip, he guided your head closer to his hardened cock, wordlessly granting your unspoken request. “Now, show me just how good you can be.”
You gently held his cock and you started to lick up the shaft and swirled your tongue around the head, moaning as you did. Soon, you let it slide into your mouth and you started to suck on it as you bobbed your head. Tomura grunted in pleasure as you took his cock in your mouth, the wet warmth sending waves of pleasure through his body. He watched you with a predatory gaze, relishing in the sight of your lips wrapped around him. ���Such a good little cock-sucker, Y/N,” he groaned, his voice filled with desire. His hand remained firmly gripping your hair, guiding your movements as you bobbed your head, taking more of him into your mouth. As you continued to suck and tease him, Tomura couldn’t help but let out a series of low moans, the pleasure building steadily. His hips involuntarily bucked, seeking more contact with the wet heat between your lips. “Deeper,” he growled, his grip on your hair tightening. “Take all of it, Y/N. Show me how much you crave it.”
You did as he said and took more of his cock deeper into your mouth. Eventually, you were able to take his entire length and suck on it, letting your tongue rub against any sensitive spots. Tomura hissed in pleasure, feeling the tightness of your throat as you took his entire length. He watched you with a mix of admiration and dominance, his grip on your hair guiding your movements. “That’s it, Y/N,” he groaned. “You’re doing such a good job. Keep sucking, don’t stop.” He bucked his hips gently, setting a rhythm that matched the movements of your mouth. Your tongue worked wonders against his sensitive flesh, adding to the overwhelming pleasure. With every suck and every flick of your tongue, Tomura’s moans grew louder, his body tensing with the growing desire for release. He could feel himself reaching his edge, his breathing becoming ragged. “Keep going, Y/N,” he gasped, his voice strained. “I’m close...Do you want me to cum in your mouth? Show me how badly you want it.”
You put your hand on the back of his thigh to keep his cock in your mouth and you gently fondled his balls, encouraging them to let him cum in your mouth. Tomura’s breath hitched as he felt that, adding an extra layer of stimulation to his throbbing cock. The pressure and the pleasure building within him intensified, and he could feel his orgasm approaching rapidly. His grip on your hair tightened further as he looked down at you with a fierce desire, his eyes burning with intensity. “Yes, Y/N,” he growled. “Drain me. Take every drop.” With a final thrust of his hips, Tomura couldn’t hold back any longer. A gutteral moan escaped his lips as he released his hot cum into your mouth. He watched intently as you took every drop, savoring the sight of your submission and the pleasure you brought him. “You certainly know how to please, Y/N,” he said, his voice filled with lust. “But this is only the beginning. There’s so much more I have planned for us.”
As his orgasm subsided, he gently pulled you away, a satisfied smirk on his lips. When he pulled out of your mouth, you licked up every visible drop of his cum, even going so far as to lick up the drops that fell onto the hard floor. Tomura watched with a mixture of fascination and lust as you obediently licked up every visible drop of his cum. The intensity of your submission and addiction thrilled him, fueling his desire for further exploration. “You’re quite the eager little slut, aren’t you, Y/N?” he said, his voice filled with a dark amusement. “But there’s no need to waste a drop. You’re so devoted, so desperate for my pleasure.” His words, laced with dominance, sent a shiver down your spine as his hand gently cupped your cheek. His thumb brushed against your lips, coated with the remnants of his release. He pushed his thumb inside, pressing it onto your tongue, to see your reaction. When you start to pant and gently massage his thumb with your tongue, he smirked devilishly. Tomura knelt down and leaned in, his eyes dark with desire as he observed the remnants of his release still lingering on your tongue. A low chuckle rumbled in his chest as he felt the wet warmth of your tongue sliding along his thumb. He held it there for a moment, savoring the sensation before slowly pulling it out, a predatory glint in his eyes. “You’re so obedient, Y/N,” he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. “Such a good little pet. I think we’re going to enjoy each other’s company very much.”
He leaned in to you, his mouth close to your ear. “Now, Y/N, I want you to touch yourself for me. Show me how much pleasure you can endure,” he whispered, his voice dripping with promises of even more intense experiences to come. He stood up, his gaze locked onto yours, filled with anticipation. You nodded and you sat on the floor. You started to rub your pussy, his gaze never leaving you. You moaned as you rubbed your clit and slid your fingers inside you. You pumped your fingers inside you at a steady pace as your hips matched the tempo of your fingers. Tomura’s eyes were fixated on your intimate display, a hunger evident in his gaze. He leaned back against the wall, his cock fully erect again and throbbing with arousal. The sight of you pleasuring yourself ignited a primal desire within him. He watched intently as your fingers expertly worked your pussy, your moans filling the room. The sound of your pleasure only fueled his own, and he couldn’t resist the urge to stroke his cock in response. “All those lovely sounds you make, Y/N,” he said, his voice filled with a dark desire. “You’re a sight to behold, giving in to your own desires. But remember, the true pleasure comes from me.”
He stroked his cock with long, slow motions, matching the rhythm of your hand. The anticipation of joining you, of bringing you to even greater heights of pleasure, pulsed through his veins. “Keep going, my little whore,” he murmured. “Bring yourself to the edge. I want to see you unravel, to hear you scream my name.” You moaned and slid more fingers inside, watching Tomura jack off making you even more aroused. You couldn’t help but moan out, “Ahh..yes... Ohh...Tomura... Please... I.. I need you so bad... I need you to fuck me.. Tomura, please fuck me as much as you want... I don’t care... I..I want you to fill me with your cum... Please..!” Tomura’s eyes glinted with a mixture of satisfaction and hunger as he heard your desperate pleas. The intensity of your desire matched his own, driving him to fulfill your carnal cravings. Without hesitation, he closed the distance between you in a swift motion, kneeling on the floor in front of you. His hands firmly grasped your hips, pulling you closer to him. The head of his cock pressed against your entrance, teasingly rubbing your wet folds. He leaned in close, his lips grazing your ear as he whispered in a low, seductive tone, “Oh, Y/N, you’re so eager, so ready to be filled. I’ll give you what you want, but remember, I’ll take you as roughly as I please.”
With a powerful thrust, he impaled you on his cock, filling you completely. The sensation of his hardness inside you sent electric shocks of pleasure through your body. His grip tightened on your hips as he began to move, setting a relentless pace. With every thrust, Tomura’s groans mingled with yours, creating a symphony of raw desire. His hips met yours with an unyielding force, the sound of skin slapping against skin and the orchestra of your moans filling the room. He provided the pleasure you craved, taking you to new heights of ecstasy. “Goddamn, Y/N,” he grunted, his voice strained as he bit his lower lip. “You’re so tight, so fucking wet. We’re just getting started. I'm going to take you over and over, until you can’t even think straight.” You moaned loud and threw your head back in pleasure. Oh god, it felt so much better than you could’ve ever imagined. A smile grew on your face as the pleasure surged through your body. “Ahh..! Yes..! Use me..! Break me..!”
Tomura’s eyes burned with a primal hunger as he watched you surrender to the pleasure coursing through you. He could feel the raw intensity of your desire, matching his own in ferocity. He gripped your hips tightly, anchoring himself as he continued to thrust into you with unrelenting force. Each movement was filled with dominance, his cock delving within you, hitting every sensitive area. “You want to be used, Y/N?” he growled, his voice laced with the darkest satisfaction. “I’ll give you everything you crave. Every ounce of pleasure. Every moment of ecstasy. You’re mine to break, to ravish, to mark as mine.” As his pace quickened, the sound of your moans and the slap of skin echoed through the room, a symphony of desire. Tomura reveled in the power he held over you, the primal satisfaction that came from claiming you as his. “Let go, Y/N,” he urged, his voice strained and desperate. “Cum for me. Give in to the pleasure. Surrender yourself completely.”
It wasn’t too long until you were able to fulfill his wish, cumming hard on his cock and giving in to the pleasure, your mind swimming in the purest of bliss. Tomura’s eyes burned with satisfaction as he felt your walls clench around him, your release washing over you. The tightness and pulsing sensation intensified his own pleasure, pushing him closer to the edge. He continued to thrust into you, riding out your orgasm, the friction and heat between you both driving him towards his own climax. With a final, desperate thrust, he let out a primal groan as his own release tore through him, spilling his hot cum deep inside you. As he rode out the waves of pleasure, he looked into your eyes, his gaze filled with a mixture of possessiveness and satisfaction. He leaned in close, his voice a low rasp against your ear. “You’re mine now, Y/N,” he whispered, his voice filled with a possessive edge. “You belong to me. And I’ll keep using you, breaking you, until there’s nothing left.” With that final declaration, he pressed his lips against yours in a possessive kiss, claiming you as his own.
He lifted you into his arms and carried you to the bed, laying you in it before entering it himself, the room filled with the scent of sex and the sounds of your heavy breathing, as you both basked in the aftermath of your intense encounter. You had a look of pure bliss on your face as you laid there, unable to move. “Yes...I’m yours...I belong to you...” you softly said. Tomura’s dark satisfaction morphed into something softer as he observed the pleasured look on your face. ‘God, she’s so precious,’ he thought to himself. He held you close, his touch now gentle, his voice filled with a mix of tenderness and possessiveness. “Yes, Y/N,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble. “You belong to me, body and soul. I’ll protect you, I’ll ravish you, and I’ll cherish you in my own twisted way. You’re mine, and I’ll make sure you never forget it.” With those words, he gently caressed your cheek, his touch a stark contrast to the intensity of your recent encounter. The room remained cloaked in a hazy cloud of desire and peace as both of you savored the bond that had been formed, knowing that both pleasure and darkness awaited you in the future.
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kodathings · 6 months ago
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𝐼 𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢
Ning Yizhuo x gn!reader
No warnings, i think
Gender: Angst but still cute
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When Ningning entered your apartment you felt the pressure and weight she carried with her. You immediately noticed his sunken eyes, slumped shoulders, but the moment she saw you, a small smile appeared on her face.
"I missed you" She whispers softly, finding peace in the warmth of her arms wrapped around the girl's tense body "I'm glad you're here."
With a gentle touch, you rub her shoulders with the intention of relaxing her "And why wouldn't I be here?". A soft murmur escapes Ning 'I don't know' sighing when she feels your fingers in her hair.
A smile decorates your face and you pull away a little to try to look into her eyes, but she stops you when you try "No, don't leave" she explores softly, her fingers grip his shirt.
"what's wrong? I'm not going anywhere" you went back to being close to her even though it wasn't the best position to stay in for a few minutes. Your girlfriend still seemed tense and nervous about something which made you worried, but you know that if you asked it would be worse.
"You know...no one can carry their own problems alone" You began, your voice as soft as possible and your tender touch on her hair and tense back "We always need to vent to someone when something affects us...someone we trust" Two backs are the first to shake as she begins to sob softly as she lets her frustrations go.
You never imagined your girlfriend could be so strong, fear instilled by the way she looks "don't keep it to yourself, Ning" his whispers were more than enough to make her collapse into his arms "I'm so scared they'll find you out..." Then that's it.
So many have been happening in the world of idols that affect not only those who are being discovered by force, but those who have not yet been discovered, including Ningning.You can't send it because it would be horrible for everyone to find out without any of you having consent.
"I'm so afraid that they'll hurt you...that we'll break up" Her grip tightens, not letting you go like she said. Ning Yizhuo needs you, she needs comfort, she needs love, she needs rest, and you need to protect her.
You have so many words formed but it's like a spell that won't let you say any of them. Telling her that 'everything will be fine' or 'nothing bad can happen' wouldn't be enough to remove the darkness of bad thoughts from her head.
"I'm not going to lie to you, anything can happen in the future and we don't know if it can be good. But I guarantee you that if something happens I will always stay with you no matter what they do..." You stopped and held her face to make those tearful eyes look at you "...I will always be with you even far away. I love you with every word"
She agrees, her eyes saying more than words, much more than words. Her throat was dry from tears, dry sobs coming from the poor crazy girl with problems that haven't even arrived and won't arrive. So hard to look at her like that. You hug Ning tighter, making her head bury in the crook of her neck as comfort.
"I love you, Ning Yizhuo, and there will be no news that will separate me from you" Kisses were placed on her hair with affection and care as if it could break with anything simple "I will always love you, always".
She can't answer you with how touchy she feels right now and you know, you know every feeling, every word she wants to say but can't. It's too much pressure that prevents, so much that she keeps it stuck in her throat and absorbs it for herself. Ning can only hold you close and shed tears, enough tears for you to read her like a storybook.
She loves you, you know, you feel.
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tomumess · 1 year ago
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Encounter
(basically the mall scene, but with you instead of Izuku; wc 1.8k)
Tomura kicks a random rock on the pavement, wondering what the hell Stain has that he doesn't. Why is everyone so obsessed with the Hero Killer, who's nothing but a psycho dressed in rags?
He sees the mall, resisting the urge to scratch his neck until it bleeds, already getting overwhelmed at seeing this heap of trash mobs, all giggling and smiling like they didn't have a care in the world. Tomura looked around the crowd, feeling sick to his stomach, before his eyes widened as he spotted a somewhat familiar face.
"A brat from UA…" he muttered, feeling his breath hitch at seeing the girl just standing there, spacing out like a moron. He remembered her, he saw her while watching that shitshow of a sport's festival. He was manifesting that your tits spilled out of your hero suit during the last match, but unfortunately for his desperate ass, that never happened.
He decided to take a risk, and have a talk with her. He needed a way to vent out his frustrations. "Someone from UA, nice…" he said in the most casual way he could muster, wrapping an arm around your shoulder while his hand immediately reached from your throat. You froze, feeling his long slender fingers grip your neck, leaving one slightly above your skin. "Excuse me, could you just-" you began, just to be promptly interrupted by Tomura.
"Calm down and wipe that look of your face." he whispered, his raspy voice making your pussy clench involuntary, his breath against your face made your skin crawl with both fear and arousal. But as he moved even closer, you immediately recognized who this person was - it was him. Tomura fucking Shigaraki.
Tomura noticed you realized who he was, grinning madly as he continued whispering into your ear, his earlier irritation melting into arrogance at making someone terrified in a matter of seconds. "I think we should have a conversation is all… A friendly chat." he spoke, the smugness practically dripping from his tone, his cock twitching in his trousers from your scared look, leaning closer to take a good whiff of your perfume, giggling to himself like a lunatic.
To any onlookers, the two if you seemed like a shameless couple engaging in some sort of public display of… affection?? Maybe it was some sort of humiliation kink? No one knew, and they sure as hell won't find out, passing by you without a second glance…
You were screaming internally, feeling your heart pound and breath become ragged the more he spoke, his threats of disintegrating you if you try to run or fight him sounding like a jumbled mess of words, unable to think straight from fear, and the rough hand gripping your throat certainly didn't help in calming you down.
Tomura noticed that you barely processed any of his words, sighing as he began to drag you to a nearby bench. "Don't struggle now. Unless you want to die." he chuckled, knowing that a weak bitch like you will probably start crying any time soon.
Oh how he'd love to just fuck you right in front of every single imbecile in the mall, but he wasn't that stupid and desperate...right? He wasn't going to risk getting caught, and especially not while ruining this pathetic virgin's pussy. Tomura sat down on the bench, pulling you on his lap as he gripped your throat again, making you lean your head in the crook of his neck..
"It's quite pathetic that you didn't try to fight me." he began, absentmindedly stroking your hair with his other hand, not sure to feel about how soft your hair was. "From the looks of it, you'll have a better future as a piece of fuckmeat than a hero. I mean, look at you." he sneered, grinning madly at your trembling body against his lap, and when you tried to get some semblance of dignity and get off of his lap, you grazed across his erection, causing him to buck his hips onto yours.
"Oh I see… Might as well use you while I'm at it." one of his hands moved to lift you up, just enough for him to pull his trousers down a bit, before pulling you back down on him, grinding his aching cock against your clothed pussy.
You yelped, holding onto his shoulders while trying to look if anyone noticed, but Tomura pulled your hair forcefully, making you look at his piercing red eyes, full of sick amusement. "This is hilarious! You didn't even try to push me off. Instead, you're looking to see if any of these randoms will see me using you as my fleshlight." he snickered, taking a few seconds to laugh it out, before using his quirk to disintegrate your panties underneath your skirt, spitting on his fingers as he went to rub your clit roughly, causing you to squirm.
"Stop moving, I know girls like this shit." he grinned, wondering why the hell hasn't he done something like this before. Rubbing your clit wasn't all that interesting to him, and it's not like he gave a fuck if you liked this or not. He grumbled as he pulled his cock out of his boxers, before putting a hand to your mouth.
"Spit on it." he said with with a crazed expression, licking his lips subconsciously as you obeyed, rubbing your spit all over his cock, before looking around for a moment, and when he realized no one was paying any attention, he slammed into your tight heat, the obscure sight hidden beneath your skirt… But to anyone who wasn't completely braindead wouldn't take more than a few seconds to realize what was going on.
Tomura didn't give a shit, shoving your virgin pussy up and down on his cock, panting and groaning at the feeling of your hot walls squeezing around his cock. "You like being fucked by someone as gross as me?" he asked mockingly between deep breaths, his thrusts paired with his maniacal facial expressions making you shiver, but you could feel the pain from his rough entrance slowly turn into pleasure.
Your mind was already a mess, but from the moment he began fucking you, all the rational thoughts disappeared, making your brain go into overdrive from the way his fingers dug into your hips, leaving bruises behind as he continued to pound into you relentlessly. Tomura paused for a moment as a group of mall security guards walked over, causing you to whimper at the loss of friction, making him look ecstatic that you were finally giving in.
"My little slut begging for more of my cock." he said patronizingly, caressing your cheek with his calloused hand, his red eyes boring into yours, drinking every bit of fear and arousal, his other hand giving your tits a few squeezes.
"Not impressive, but your pussy sure is." he sneered, positioning his hands on your hips once again, wanting to fill your pathetic womb with his seed. Tomura slammed you back onto his cock, letting out a choked up laugh. You could feel his hands gripping your hips, his face twisted into a shit-eating grin as he used you as a fucktoy.
"Hah… I bet you want your friends to see you getting fucked like a whore." he mocked, giving your ass a hard squeeze. You couldn't think straight anymore, the thought of being seen like this was the last thing on your mind. Your fucked-out mind could only register how Tomura's cock pounded into you, his scent making you feel disgusted, causing your walls to tighten around him making him groan loudly.
"You're killing me here…" he growled out, biting his lip so hard it almost drew blood. "I can feel you tightening around my dick. Fucking bitch." he dug his fingers into the plush of your ass, making you cry out in pain. But that only made Tomura want to fuck you harder, but his virgin cock didn't let him - he bit your shoulder to muffle out his curses and moans, filling you up with his seed.
He lifted your skirt, seeing where his cock entered your aching pussy, breaking into a fit of crazed giggles. He snapped a few pics, before shoving you beside him as he fixed up his trousers, unable to wipe the satisfaction from his face.
You could barely feel your legs, fixing up your skirt with trembling hands, trying to ignore the fluids dripping down your legs as you struggled to move. "Oh I'm glad we had this chat." Tomura said as his hand gripped your throat once again, harder than ever before, as you tried to pry it off with your own hands.
He just kept grinning, unable to believe his luck at finally fucking someone, even if it was in the middle of the mall! And the fact it was a UA student made him laugh again. "I feel better. I can't thank you enough." he continued applying more pressure on your throat, his words being so simple, yet so chilling at the same time.
"You could say your pussy saved lives today. That fucking Stain was making my blood boil, but a whore like you definitely has a use for something."
Your eyes began to water and drool pooled around your mouth as Tomura continued choking you, and you already made peace with the fact this might be your last moment, until…
A familiar voice caused your eyes to widen further.
"Um (Y/N)?" Uraraka said hesitantly. "Is this a friend of yours or —" her expression quickly turned into worry, seeing the tears in your eyes and the stranger's hand wrapped around your neck.
"Hey…let go of her." Uraraka said, her voice trembling with fear. "This is nothing, everything is fine!" you said quickly, panicking at the thought of Shigaraki doing something to Uraraka. But he quickly let you go, causing you to cough violently after the long choking you endured.
Tomura put on his best fake smile, raising his hands as a way to calm the worried girl. "Oh you were here with a friend? Sorry about that." he got up, before turning around and giving you a smug, but threatening look. "If you try following me, I'll get angry." he whispered, walking away without a second glance.
Uraraka ran towards you, and you rubbed your throat, mustering the strength to speak up. "Shigaraki… You won't get away with this."
Uraraka tensed up, looking shocked at the revelation but Tomura just grinned, speaking to you without turning back. "Here's a little word of advice slut. Be careful. The next time we meet I'll likely have to kill you."
With that, he disappeared into the crowd, walking towards the exit, leaving you to debate whether or not to confess to Uraraka just how much of a sick and twisted individual Tomura Shigaraki really is.
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taikk0 · 1 month ago
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PART 1 OF TAIKKO HATES HIS SENIOR ART COURSE AND WANTS TO RANT ABOUT IT ON TUMBLR <3
Hey guys, you may have noticed how art and animations have recently been slowing down. So I'm gonna vent out my frustrations for a lil bit to explain why because I need the world to know that there is hate in my heart :D
Outside of my HOUSE LEAKING causing major disruptions to my workflow both for personal and academic work,
Lately I've been going through insane crunch in order to meet my deadlines lately. This October has been very busy, I have the spreadsheet to prove it.
and I don't care if some terms on here reveals what school I go to, I think I deserve to make it fucking obvious with how poor this institution is. and personally, I don't think they're gonna file for defamation on some random 17 year old on Tumblr. If you know, you know.
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See 👆 I got so busy I had to put cleaning my unkept room in the schedule because I was neglecting it so bad with how much work I had to do this month. 💀
My personal life away from academics is very busy, I'm often helping my family with our local business away from my computer. Which becomes a PROBLEM when time itself is a luxury I don't have very often. I don't always have the time to do my schoolwork when I come home, I don't always have the time to make art. So, in turn, I crunch at midnight. Adding commissions on top of that to help rack in extra money for personal expenses, to help support my family, and for any possible emergency expenses. It's a lot to handle.
This problem is then made even worse by how PERMANENTLY DAMAGING the pandemic was. I am a firm believer that if the pandemic never happened, schools wouldn't have switched to this shitty method of administering schoolwork. Not everyone comes home from school and immediately checks the schools shitty half assed broken website to do MORE schoolwork after they have already left school premises. I'm not the only person with this problem, TONS of other students have missed so many assigned tasks. So much so that the teacher announcing missing schoolwork to whichever student in front of the class and reminding everyone of their missing work is standard practice.
I don't want to come off as a petty student who wants all my work handed to me, but I really think that nowadays not many teachers put in the effort to make sure to announce projects for the class anymore.
WHICH BRINGS ME TO MY NEXT POINT. our art teacher is such a bundle of joy (LYING) she is so professional (INCORRECT BUZZER) and establishes boundaries between her and her students (RED ALARM SOUND) and is such a talented and proficient artist that I'm glad she became our art teacher (FIRE AND SCREAMING SOUND EFFECTS) and she knows how to teach her students well (SKIN PEELING OFF AS WE SPEAK) and is very considerate of production pipelines (FULL AUTO RIFLE AND HELICOPTER WHIRRING)
I don't like her.
She has done. A lot of questionable stuff, y'now, just as a person, but right now I wanna talk about her as a teacher.
SHE IS NOT GOOD AT IT.
Now I don't mean she doesn't explain things well or her methods are convoluted, I mean SHE DOES NOT DO HER JOB AT ALL.
She quite literally almost every time; either meets us in the classroom and says she has a meeting to go to and leaves us with no assigned task, or, she actually does stay in the classroom,
but doesn't teach us at all.
Hell, she makes the STUDENTS teach, not even in a report kind of way she just tells that student to sit in front with her, she shows them the presentation she was supposed to discuss, and makes THE STUDENT DISCUSS THE LESSON TO THEIR PEERS INSTEAD.
And even then there is a secret third option. She stays, and assigns us work.
However.
The work is a practical application of a lesson she did not teach the class.
For example, "Your assignment for today is to animate a pendulum swinging left to right on this program!"
Two problems.
None of the students are knowledgeable in the program because she never even tried to learn it in order to teach us.
She never taught us the animation principles.
The pendulum assignment requires knowledge of ease-ins and ease-outs, as well as the use of arcs and possibly timing charts.
My peers knew none of that in order to perform the task effectively.
Our teacher response to that? is to be so unfairly critical. The only reason why her students are failing, is because of her. She fails students for not making an appealing animation BECAUSE she never taught them how to in the first place.
Her grading is very biased and rooted in personal preference rather than a solid understanding of the principles, not even adding notes on what to improve upon.
I GOT A 100% ON AN ANIMATION EXAM, WITH THE SHITTIEST OUTPUT EVER. Like, If i actually went to art school and passed that as our exam, I would get such a low score.
We were told to animate a 10 second clip, no other instructions. Here was my output
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THIS DID NOT DESERVE A 100%. it was rushed and I cut a lot of corners in order for it to be done on time. Just the fact that she considered this to have no flaws or room for improvement is telling. I know I should be thankful for a perfect score, but essentially saying that THIS is good enough shows that she has no idea what she's doing and I'm afraid that most likely I am going to walk away from senior high with no new information and being bombarded with skills I didn't learn beforehand when I'm in college.
In an art school I know what I'm signing up for, I want that crunch and that pressure to improve to be WARRANTED. I don't feel that drive to make artwork and animations (for academics) that I am proud of and want to put effort into for a passing grade. Instead I am simply doing the bare minimum with very little time to do so, so I just end up making shitty work that is "good enough" because the environment is made so mediocre by our art teacher.
You know what's more?
SHE IS NOT AN ART MAJOR.
SHE MAJORED IN INFORMATION TECHNOLOGY.
That is my rant for now. I'm thinking of doing three more entries. talking about how shitty the school is in of itself with very poor management as a PRIVATE SCHOOL, our art teacher is a WHOLE can of worms, and our current thesis film.
Right now I just want to focus on finishing all my commissions and then I can focus solely on rough animation on my student film. 👍 I currently have like, four fully rendered pieces lololol
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chicagosfinest2021 · 2 years ago
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Y'all I just need to vent, so if you ain't interested feel free to go on with your day/night. . .
So I know that everyone is entitled to their own opinions, because we all live in our own realities and experience the world in our own unique way, yadda, yadda, yadda. . .
And I get that not a lot of people were jumping around and stomping their feet after seeing 'Wakanda Forever' for various reasons. And I can get with that. Trust me there are TOOOONS of high profile, blockbuster movies and franchises that I either think are highly overrated or have 0 opinion on, and I'm not trying to hurt anyone's feeling about it either. Do you. But I once again came across yet another person on social media bitching and moaning about the fact that the mantle got passed on to Shuri, and them complaining about how it "should've been someone else".
Now even though I WHOLLY disagree that the mantle could've/should've/would've been passed to anyone else but to the one person who was technically next in line anyway. . .I'm a sucker for playing devil's advocate and don't mind hearing people's SOLID reasons for disagreeing with the final decision.
But that's just my frustration: in the months since the movie debuted, I have yet to hear any rational sound reasoning from anyone on why Shuri should NOT have become the next Black Panther. 90% of the time, it's just simply the fact that she's a young woman. Other people claim that her physique and stature should've disqualified her immediately (although the women is long, black and sleek. . .literally like a black panther).
I hear people saying it should've been M'Baku, or Nakia, or Okoye or Queen Ramonda. . .and of course you have those who were so in love with Chadwick/T'Challah that they felt that the mantle should've been discontinued altogether and died along with the actor, which to me is although is understandable, it's non-sensical. Once again, as with other plot points in the film, I just really feel like people weren't really paying attention to what was going on and are just letting their personal feelings get in the way. Shuri was not only the brains behind all the gidets and gadgets and the science that provided her brother with the assistance he needed to carry out his duties as the Black Panther. . .but she is literally THE NEXT OF KIN!! Plus she became Queen/Black Panther in the comics!! To refute all of that and say "Yeah well, seeing her as the next Black Panther gave me a tummy ache. . ." is just ridiculous and doesn't hold water with me.
I have no idea if or how they are going to move this franchise along going into the future, but I can tell you with 0 shame, Shuri, Princess of Wakanda, the Black Panther, The People's Princess, was the hero a LOT of us needed and needed to see.
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strxnged · 3 years ago
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SKZ: #♡ facing hard moments together.
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☆ incl ! bangchan, lee know, hyunjin ☆ ☆ genre ! comfort/whump/est.relationship/gn.reader ☆ ☆ ☆ now playing ! another day / skz ☆ ☆ warnings ! allusions to hyunjin's hiatus, slight vent.
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「 hyunjin 」 : ♡♡
“I know you’re sort of used to this kind of thing, but it’s okay to be upset.”
Your boyfriend was sitting quietly in the chair across from you. It seemed ironically peaceful in the coffee shop here, in contrast to the hellfire that was Hyunjin’s online image right now. You knew that even the positive support could get overwhelming quickly, but this…
He didn’t respond immediately, gripping his coffee. His eyes flashed back up into yours and then down to the table again. “There’s just nothing I can do right now, and it’s…”
“Frustrating?”
He nodded.
“It’s okay,” you said. “I know it isn’t good right now, but it’ll pass…”
He leaned forward with his elbows on the table, putting his head in his hands. “I don’t want to leave the group.”
Your heart broke seeing him like this. “I know, Hyunjin. I know, baby.” You stood and wrapped your arms around his shoulders. “I know.”
You could feel his breathing. It was shallow, calculated. You could almost imagine the cage he’d mentioned to you before. You could feel it closing in on both of you.
“Nobody ever knows the full story. Everyone thinks they know your true self. I know you’re tired.”
You felt his hand hold yours as a way of acknowledging his gratitude. “The whole group is tired. But we love what we do, it just gets so…” He paused, taking a slow, deep breath. You could see his hands clenching his hair. You understood.
He knew that there were things he couldn’t talk about, even to you. Hence the cage.
“When you know what you need I’ll always be here,” you told him. “Anything, any time.”
“I love you,” he said. “Thank you.”
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「 lee know 」 : ♡♡
“So is this it?” Minho’s eyes wouldn’t meet yours, falling instead on the table of untouched meals between the two of you.
“I don’t know, Minho. I don’t know.”
He took a deep breath. “I thought we’d be here. I thought we’d be forever.”
“I know,” you said. “I thought so too.”
“So…” He sighed, pulling his sweater’s sleeves down. “Is there anything I can do to change your mind?”
“It’s just that…” You frowned, wishing you knew the right way to say it. “It never works, Min. It’s never worked in the past. One or both of the people involved always chooses to move on. Long distance… even if it’s only for a few months… I don’t know if it’s worth it.”
You would never argue with him about leaving. Him happy, chasing his dreams, it was all you wanted. But you were sure that if he tried to hold onto you as well, it would cause him more stress. It was the last thing you wanted.
“Let me go, Minho.”
Now, he made eye contact with you, setting his jaw. He licked the corner of his lip and you knew he was ready to say anything and everything in order to win.
“Y/N. Dear, dear Y/N. You complete idiot. You idiot.”
You said nothing, letting him continue. You’d expected this.
“I can’t believe I’m in love with an idiot like you. You, who wouldn’t even stop to think about why I’m going in the first place. You, who are the reason I wanted to chase my dreams, who encouraged me every day, who brought me out of the ashes so that I could get to where I am today. Because of you, you idiot, I’m doing this in the first place. No other reason. Not one. I had nothing until you. I refuse to give you up because I’m where I’ve been working for with your help.”
“I think you should.”
“Yeah? And that’s why you’re an idiot. I’m done with you telling m—”
“End it there. Be done with me.”
Minho’s angry expression turned desperate, and then completely, utterly placid. He leaned back in his chair.
You had a distant inkling that heads might be turning. If this kept up you’d be kicked out of the cafe. You had all the power in the world to get kicked out of anything but Minho’s life, and it was both frustrating and terribly comforting.
You could see out of the corner your eye Minho’s chest heaving.
You had never seen him this mad before.
“No,” he finally said.
You began to feel your confidence in your actions fading. You’d been trying to avoid problems by doing this. Let the whole thing go easily. You’d thought to yourself, yes, it would be hard, but living without him would be what you’d have to do anyways. It would be better with no strings. With your attachment forgotten.
You knew that even your own feelings would be impossible to stop just like that. Whatever happened would hurt. But you never expected having Lee Minho be willing to fight you to the end for the sake of you to hurt, easily more than anything else could.
“All I want is for you to stop being weighed down. You’re incredible and you always will be. You don’t need me, Minho.” You looked at him and then looked away. Your mind was on the verge of changing. But you wanted him happy. You wanted him happy.
He asked you something in a voice so quiet in contrast to the rest of the conversation that it took you a second to understand it. “Do you love me?” he’d asked you.
“Yes,” you replied without any hesitation.
Minho leaned towards you so that you could see the details in his eyes and the familiar curve of his jaw. “Then? There’s nothing in the world that can keep me from you.”
It all came tumbling down. Your idea of helping him reach his goal, the plan of helping him realize his own induvidual worth, even your perception of what interpersonal relationships were, it was all gone, suddenly. There was only him. Unbelievably, him.
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「 bangchan 」 : ♡♡
Bangchan had witnessed days get harder for you.
The fear of the future your eyes held. The emotional exhaustion in your voice, the hopelessness in your walking. He knew you weren’t just sad. He didn’t know exactly how you felt and never would, but he’d been in a similar place before. Even with that experience, however, he didn’t have to ability to solve your mental health issues. So as hard as it was for you, it was painful for him to see you lose your spark.
He knew it was a matter of mindset, a mindset that life had destroyed for you. Chan’s own positive attitude was bright, bright enough to support his group in times they needed him. But they all had to stand on their own and help him too. Bangchan would never tell you this, but he largely blamed himself for your failing mental health. The time he’d been away and the limit on the time he was here with you, it was clearly a huge factor into how you felt every day.
And this was your last night together for who knew how long.
Bangchan gazed into your dulled eyes. You were lying on the couch with your head resting on his lap, which you’d mentioned before as one of the only places you could feel safe.
What did you need, at this point? He wasn’t upset with you, no, he could never be upset with you. He was frustrated with himself.
He knew the answer.
You needed a stable relationship. Not only one that you could trust each other, but one that you could rely on every day. An accessible one. You deserved someone to come home to every day, not miss each other every night thanks to timezones. It wasn’t fair to you. He knew this wasn’t all the problem, but he was still making things harder for you where he wanted to make them easier. He wouldn’t give up his group for anything, even you, but the same was true the other way around. He needed both. He needed you happy, he needed his group happy.
You heard Bangchan sigh and you opened your eyes. “Chan…”
You went quiet when his fingers lightly touched your forehead, grazing your hairline. “You know,” he started. His hand trailed down the side of your face to rest, stroking your jaw. “I’m really grateful for you. I’m so… I’m so glad that we are what we are.”
“Yeah?” It came out of your mouth as a whisper.
“Yeah,” he echoed. “I love you. So, so much. Okay?”
You inhaled and sat up. You faced Bangchan, taking his hand in yours. You clenched your teeth. Something about what he said made you want to cry. “I love you too.”
“I’m sorry I can’t be… your always. I’m sorry I’m not there when you need me. I’m sorry I’m halfway across the world in your worst moments.”
“Chan…”
“You deserve better.”
“Chan, in my best moments, you’re here. And you’re chasing your dream. It’s okay.”
He looked so genuine, so horribly in pain, so guilty, so many things that you wanted to solve. Maybe he was the last thing you cared about right now but the amount that you did was enough to make everything else disappear.
Bangchan lowered his head. He wanted to be consoling you, not the other way around. How could you be so— so strong, even now?
You leaned into him and kissed him. He sweetly kissed you back, and when you stopped, your foreheads tilted against each other.
“Everything you do,” you whispered, “it's enough.”
“Baby, I wish you knew how often I want to say the same to you… You do your best, too. You're enough. You're mine. You're my Y/N. You're enough. And I'm going… to miss you…”
It hurt, for both of you. It always did.
But here in his arms, it was okay. For whatever you had to suffer through, this was worth it.
It was here that you both felt like enough.
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note ! my first posted skz work! i really love them and want the best for them. i hope that 2022 serves them well. no denial of necessary accountability intended for hyunjin's situation last year, but i'm still very glad he did come back.
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henqtic · 3 years ago
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Hi, I love your writing so much! :) Could I request a dracoxreader where the reader is having a really bad day and he ends up comforting & cuddling her until she stops crying and eventually falls asleep in his arms. He just admires her while she's sleeping and is really sweet to her when she wakes up
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pairing: draco malfoy x fem!reader
word count: 1.0k (1064)
authors note: thank you so much,, I’m glad you like my writing !! also sorry for this thing so long, i actually started it around when you sent it but then my brain just shut down and i couldn’t really figure out how exactly i wanted to write everything but here it is— with the end sort of changed up :)
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you were having a horrible day and there was no other way to describe it. really, you searched, high and low for a way to see it in a brighter light but you just couldn’t. from start to middle and to now, what you would call the end, there was no positive connotation for how you felt.
first, you’d woken up late from none of your dorm mates taking the time to get you up. they left some note on the dresser saying that they tried but every time you’d raise your head, you’d just bury yourself amongst the blankets again. and that shouldn’t have been a big deal nor should it have made a huge dent in your day, but once you checked the clock which the paper was stuck to, you cringed at the fact that you had missed the entirety of breakfast.
so then you were late to transfigurations for the fourth time that week, earning a very passive aggressive lecture from professor mcgonagall on why it was imperative to be on time and not to be off ‘dilly dallying’ when you were supposed to be learning.
and that would've also been okay because you completely understood where her frustration was coming from, even though the idea of why you’d been late in the first place was totally off and completely wrong—
you were just a heavy sleeper who needed to set more alarms that would wake you up rather than everyone else except you.
but no, it wasn’t that simple, she had to do it in front of the whole class, one filled with some of the most obnoxious gryffindors who you’d ever met. some threw disgusted looks while others went as far as whistling and howling because malfoy’s girlfriend showed up looking like she’d just rolled out of his bed.
everything had gone well— until your third lesson when you accidentally knocked over a jar of a very hard to obtain ingredient on your way out to lunch. and snape was quick to blame it on you, not the fact that if it was so hard to harvest, maybe the best place to store it wasn’t in glass on the edge of a table.
nevertheless, he made you stay back to clean the mess by hand when the same job with magic with less time wasted— by the time you did get there, nearly all of the good foods were gone and so was your boyfriend who you were ready to vent to about the whole thing.
“he had to go to the library to tutor that first year, he made me save you this piece of cake though,” daphne explained, handing you a piece of lemon cake wrapped up in a brown napkin, your favorite.
“thanks daph,” you smiled, feeling that your day was improving and that you could save your little rant for the end of the day.
“no problem.”
but it didn’t. no, your day didn’t improve in the slightest. because now your stomach was tightening, glancing down at the big red T staining the charms exam that you'd spent a bunch of time studying for.
it was staring right back at you, like a taunt that all of your hard work had gone to waste, and professor flitwick's look of disappointment didn’t help at all.
so you knew by the time you’d got out of the illuminated room and to the gloomy dungeons you were crying, taking advantage of the dark lighting as your shoes pattered against the stone floor.
and once you made it to the entrance of the slytherin common room, muttering the three syllable password that draco had given you earlier that week and walking up the long staircase, you made sure you looked presentable. not a tear in sight like you’d had the best day in the world. but still, for safe measure, your eyes were wiped once more before knocking on the door.
“come in!” you heard a comforting voice call out from the other side of the wooden door.
you slowly turned the knob and walked in, putting your bag down and untying the fabric around your neck without making a single piece of eye contact with him in hope that he wouldn’t notice your current state.
“oh love it’s just you, you know you don’t have to knock,” he said before not fully relaxing into the bed, concerned at how long it was taking you to undo a tie.
“are you alright?”
“course i am,” you lied, turning around and mustering up the best smile you could still causing him to look at you skeptically.
“that’s good, how was your day then?” he asked, trying to go at the situation in the best way, not expecting your face to fall at the question.
he was being genuine and it was something you should've expected since he asked it every time you’d go through this routine but no, no, no, he should've asked something different because it’s just what pushed you over the edge. 
your lip quivered as that gut wrenching feeling that you hadn't felt in a long time came, a pit forming in your stomach until it traveled up to your throat and there was no way to swallow it back down. your eyes started to water as you shook your head, trying to tell him no without talking because you knew if you did, it wouldn't end up well for you. and he already knew that because immediately after he saw the signs, he enveloped you in his arms.
you weren’t a person who cried often, not even that time you fell off your quidditch broom, you refused to do it because it ‘hadn't hurt that bad’ and it would seriously concern him sometimes, on why you were so intent on not doing it. but he hadn’t asked any questions knowing how you’d like to be treated in these times, you didn't want to be bombarded with solutions or asks or told that you would get and feel better, but just to be held until it passed.
so that’s what he did, let you cry it out until his shirt was wet with salty tears, knowing that when you did wake up, he'd figure out the mess on his own and make you feel better over whatever happened throughout the oh so terrible day.
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barnes-n-nobles · 3 years ago
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My Prisoner
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Request: Can you do one very dark druig when the reader it's a resident in his comunity
She lives in his community, but always wanted to see the outside world, but he always manipulates her into not doing that, but when the deviants arrive she sees an opportunity to escape, but he doesn't let go and takes her with him and the eternals
I combined two asks as they were the same hope you kind anons dont mind!
Thank you for your request! Please reblog, like, and let me know what you think!
Warnings: dark themes, controlling Druig
18+ !!!! If you “keep reading” you are acknowledging that you are 18+ and that you have read the warnings.
Please Do not translate, no permission to repost any of my writing on any other platform, and do not copy this and claim it as your own.
Waking up every morning and doing the same routine was starting to get boring. Yes, being with Druig was amazing, but you felt like you wanted to seek adventure. See new places, meet new people, at least have a say in your life. Druig was very protective of you, never letting you leave the community due to all the dangers that existed outside. This was the only place he felt comfortable letting you roam around because he could keep an eye on you everywhere you went. To him this was the perfect place for you to be in. You didnt feel that way often arguing with him over this.
“I told you y/n..we cant leave this is the only place where it is safe for you” rubbing his thumb over your hand, gripping it. Frustrated, you walked away going back to what you wanted, “I know that! You keep repeating it like ive forgotten, I HAVENT! Im just wanting to explore the world, there is so much out there. Please…lets just go together then” you offer, hoping he would change his mind. This wasn’t fair, he promised you a life of adventure, not a life of confinement. You needed some change. “Do you want to know what happened in New York a couple years ago?” Angry at your stubbornness, “i mean yeah, who doesnt” feeling a little bold with your attitude, “Say that happens when youre out, how will I find you. Whos gonna pull you out of a whole if you get a damn building dropped on you?Hm? Whos going to even care enough to help you when everyone else is looking out for themselves…youre not ready to be alone y/n and im not going to risk something like that to happen to you. Youre all I have, I wont let you dig your own grave. Youre.Not.Leaving…Ever” his hot breath fanned over your face, now realizing how close he really was.
“I dont want to loose you princess. Please dont abandon me. Think about us” leaning into you, kissing your fluffy soft lips. “Okay..im sorry. I just get frustrated…i do the same thing everyday, it gets boring” venting out your feelings. “I know darling..I know. We’ll try to change it up okay? I promise, just give me some time” he offered bringing you close to him.
Another month went by, he kept up with his promise allowing you to explore the outside of the community, under one condition..that you let him inside your mind the entire time you were out. You were so excited and immediately took him up on his deal, however he found a loop whole. He only let you explore the tiniest bit of the forest, blocking your body from going any further than a couple feet away from the community. This was fucked up. Growing bored of this again, you went back to the same old routine, wishing that one day, you would be able to leave…not only the community, but Druig as well. He was a great boyfriend but if that meant that you couldn’t have freedom, then maybe you needed to trade him for it. When you made your way back to his cabin, your pace started to slow as you spotted new people. The strangest creature was on the ground..dead. Not knowing what to do, you just stayed still observing.
You couldn’t hear very well, but you tried your best to make out what they were saying. Something about needing Druig to go with them to do something. Your heart raced, both in excitement and nervousness. Could this finally be what you were asking for. If he was gone then there wouldn’t be anything or anyone stopping you from leaving. You walked backwards, hoping to not get noticed, turning around you walked toward the edge of the community, one foot passing over the barrier of where your body couldn’t. Placing one foot in from of the other you were finally able to go forward. Your smile was hard to contain as you started walking further and further away from the community. Felling a jolt of adrenaline, you started to run like a maniac. Laughing and twirling like a princess, you felt ultimate freedom finally. Your legs carrying you away from what felt like your own personal jail.
As you ran, you twisted your ankle, falling hard on the ground. Then you felt excruciating pain, you could literally feel your blood start to rush down to your ankle. As you sat up you winced at the pain, you couldn’t even put the least bit of pressure on it, the pain was too much. “Going somewhere?” A his voice rang from behind you, “I’m honestly kind of offended that you would run off like that” a sharpness to his words. Pulling you up by your arm, falling into his arms, yelping at the pain from your ankle. “Druig, my foot” leaning more towards him for support. He sat you down at a near by stump, Druig just stared at you, as if deciding what he was going to do next. After some moments of silence, you asked, “how did you find me?” Trying to move your ankle in circles. “I told you y/n…I’m here to protect you, when i found out you were gone I had to go find you. Wasn’t a surprise that i found you hurt, alone in a forest. Just accept the fact that you can’t leave me, it’ll be so much easier that way” raising his voice at you. “Look…I don’t want this for myself. I can’t settle down with you in the middle of a fucking forest when there a whole world out there for me to explore. This isn’t for me Druig, why don’t you try to understand me for once” your words felt like hot daggers piercing through his heart.
All that he’s done for you and you choose to throw it all away in the name of freedom. “Have you met someone else?” He asked, chest rising up and down, now fully angry. “Don’t be absurd, I don’t have contact with the outside world, how would I have met someone when I’ve been a prisoner to you” that question clearly upset you, now saying whatever the hell you felt like saying, not caring for his feelings anymore. Druig scoffed at you, “prisoner? You better watch your mouth. All I’ve ever been to you was good, how dare you say that to me. Your alive because of me. Ive kept you safe for all this time and what do I get in return? A fucking brat that doesn’t know how to appreciate me” walking up to you in a brisk motion, making you instantly regret how you had pushed him. His hand wrapped itself around your throat, bringing you up off your feet. Your hands went to his, trying to get them off as you struggled to breathe. “I’m going to show you how a real prisoner is treated, how they are tortured, abused, defiled. Anything you could possibly think of, because that’s what you will be from now on, my prisoner. You had a chance to be with me the good way, but you clearly need me to fix you.” Smirking as he saw you staring to fade, eyes glowing gold, “You will never leave my side. You cannot stand to live without me, the only time you’ll feel free and happy is with me.” Your eyes glowed gold as well, taking in everything he had told you before your body gave out on you. He brought you down again, sweeping you up into his arms.
“Oh my god what happened” Sersi’s voice yelled from behind him, he changed his expression to show worry. “She’s coming with us, she can’t be left alone. No one can protect her like I can”
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lovinkiri · 3 years ago
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I totally want some rough, angry, BDSM NSFW with Quirkless hero Reader and Villain Deku, please! Maybe they’re arguing about S/O’s safety, like the more she helps people and becomes more famous due to being Quirkless, the more danger she encounters. This eventually escalates to a lot of stress and anger being taken out in the NSFW form, though I would like it if you made dom Deku for this one! I totally live for Dom Deku! Especially the villain flirty version!
Need It Rough
Author's Thoughts: You guys love your villain Deku 👀 Not that I'm complaining, I do too
Warning: Choking, Spanking, Hair Pulling, Degradation, Cursing, Angst, Wrist Binds, Fingering, Etc.
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You really didn't want to argue. It'd been a long day, for the both of you, and you just wanted peace.
But Izuku had too much on his mind to keep yo himself.
At first, he simply asked how work was. There was a certain edge to his tone and you knew this would start something, so you answered stiffled with a "It was okay".
"I saw you on the news today. That fight was really something."
"Yeah, it was, huh."
Izuku could tell from your short responses that you knew exactly what the problem was. So why dance around it?
"It was also really reckless, you know."
You sighed and let your head fall back against the pillow. There it was. "Oh my god, not now Izuku."
"Not now, not now, not now. You always say that, Y/n. So when? Tomorrow? The day after? A year, maybe ten?" He turned to look at you from his desk. "You need to be more careful."
Scoffing, you sat up again and gave him a mild glare. "I know what I'm doing, Izuku."
He gave a dry laugh, shaking his head. "You have no idea. Its getting more and more dangerous every day. There are a lot of people who'd love to see the 'Impossible Hero: Quirkless' fall. They've already tried taking you out, and the won't stop."
"Well what do you want me to do? Quit?"
"No! Just lay low for a while, take a vacation or something. Its not worth it."
"Izuku you know as well as I do that I can't just slow down. I'd be behind everyone again, I have to secure a spot in people's hearts and minds. I have to earn their trust. Stopping won't do that."
The argument only grew from there before moving onto something unusual more intimate.
Maybe it was how close Izuku had approached you. It could have been that defiant look in your eyes.
But the frustration became too much. Both you and Izuku seemed to have the same thing in mind, and so you didn't mind him suddenly crawling over your glaring form.
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"Why do you have to be do fucking difficult, Y/n?"
His hand roughly roughly smacked against your dripping pussy. You cried out in pleasure, tears of frustration from being teased like this fell onto the mattress under your chin.
"I swear, you can be such a goddamn brat. Don't listen to a thing, do you?" Another smack against your clit had your body twitching. "I said do you?" Then another.
You quickly shook your head. "No..! But I don't have t-to.. I'm grown.."
Izuku tilted his head at you almost curiously. "Oh? Well, yeah, 'course you are." He slid his other hand from your rear to your leather binds holding your hands behind your back, stroking them. "A grown woman. You can do what you like."
You suddered under his touch, his hands old as ice. His hands moved to continued up north, tangling in your hair before giving it a yank.
His free hand meanwhile began toying with your cunt, pumping his fingers in and out of your desperate core. His fingers curled with every squeeze of your walls and you began to whimper.
He'd gave an audible scoff. "God, you're so independent aren't you?"
You simply gave a nod, hands balling into fists.
Then his movements ceased all together. You started to squirm, to whine. Attempting to move back against his fingers, he watched your hips wiggle in desperation.
"No, no.." He removed his fingers and you held back a sob. "Well, Miss Know-It-All. Miss Independent. Get yourself off."
You didn't even try. There was only so much you could do with bound wrists and your chin against the sheets.
"Oh? Are you kidding me? There's something in this world even the great Y/n can't do herself?" He feigned shock and you could feel the humiliation weighing you on. "Do you need me?"
It was hard to swallow your pride, you had so much of it. But you needed him, badly. You were practically shaking with want, squirming with it.
"Yes.. Need you.." You muttered weakly. Izuku gave your hair a yank, causing you to squeal.
"Yeah? You gonna be a good girl and start listening?"
You remained silence, refusing to say that. You knew his words had a double meaning behind them, and you weren't agreeing to anything outside the bedroom.
Izuku shook his head but nonetheless, you felt the tip of his hard cock sink into your folds. "Fine. Wanna be a disobedient slut instead? We can play that game."
His hips snapped against yours and you cried out as he filled you up.
Izuku used your hair to yank your body back into his thrusts, his skin slapping against your hard enough to mark your skin the next day.
"You like that game though, right? That game where you stop being my good girl, when you're just a relentless, naive little hero. Can't get enough of it, can you?"
Your breathe hitched in your throat at his words and you quickly buried you face into the mattress yo muffle the noises falling from your lips.
He noticed immediately and the hand gripping your hair snaked around your neck. Easily, he lifted your upper body by the throat and whined at the loss of air. Your back fell against his chest and his thrusts remained fast and brutal.
"Ehat, now you're just ignoring me? I gave you exactly what you wanted despite your disobedience and you can't answer a single question? Ha! Selfish little whore, aren't you?" He growled into your ear, almost animal like.
It was going to be a long night. But what better way to vent out your frustrations?
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oumaheroes · 3 years ago
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Old Age
Word Count: 1772
Characters: Canada, England, and France
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There were some days where Canada truly felt his age.
Most of the time how old he was didn’t really hit him. He happily pottered around work or home as easily as he imagined most humans his physical age did: running for a train he was almost certainly going to miss, tripping down the last few steps on a flight of stairs because he was staring at his phone and wasn’t watching his feet, or spilling coffee on himself when he missed his mouth taking a sip.
His colleagues, despite knowing who he was, spoke to him as an equal and Canada could happily pass weeks, or sometimes even months, without consciously being aware of how old he was- or even really what he was.
It was easy to forget, surrounded by humans every day, that he was not one. His ministers and co-workers spoke to him without questioning his position that high in government- that was admittedly unusual for a face as young as his. Occasionally, he’d bump into a young intern or graduate who didn’t know him and he’d have a nice, genuine interaction before a look of shock crossed their face when someone high up greeted him respectfully. It was a helpful, yet stark, reminder.
But overall, when you were surrounded by people who did know it never really hit him that his presence or job was something he took for granted and the passing of time was something he didn’t really take notice of. It was normal. He was there, he was called Matthew, sometimes, or Canada, but both were his name and the potency of what he was, was surprisingly quite forgettable.
Of course, what he was was never something he could completely avoid. Someone would mention a time, or a date, or a thing that had happened and Canada would immediately feel the distance widen between them all as it was made obvious that, to everyone else, what they were discussing was history. It was something passed, something that had happened to other people too long ago to properly connect with on an emotional level. An old battle, an old political bill; something that someone long long dead had said or written that now remained only as faint ink on curling, dusty paper.
But to Canada it was there in his head, the words clear and as easy to recall as if they were spoken to him yesterday. A benefit of nationhood, he supposed, to be fully aware of things that had political consequence, to be able to trace the makings of himself back through time and see how they spiralled and grew.
History wasn’t just words, to him, or mere events. Such things made up the foundations of himself, the building blocks of his life and he felt them thrum through him like a song, twisting and moulding him into being.
Becoming aware of his age and the difference between himself and humans were when Canada really felt the weight of the years he carried. Over three hundred of them made themselves known, hanging off his shoulders and settling down to his legs to hold him up. It was easy to briefly forget how old he was, but that knowledge was impossible to rid himself of entirely- Canada was made up of history, of the bones of time and they cracked together as he moved through his life to remind him of who he was with every step.
He had burned, he had bled, he had died. He had seen.
That was the point of him. To watch to passage of time and remember it, to hold the memory of his people within him and use their voices and experiences to push for the continuation of the future. Their future.
Canada was his people, was made by his people for his people and as he sat amongst them, discussing old old moments long gone with humans who could only read and dream of them, the distinction of what he was would hit him like a thunderbolt.
It was heavy, to be so old. To have seen so many things, to have lived through so much. To be what he was.
He had just had one of those instances. He and his cabinet had spent the entire morning discussing the founding of their nation and its independence in order to plan for the yearly celebrations and Canada had suffered through the whole time feeling every second of his age press against him.
When talks finally drew to a close and he could escape, Canada dragged his ancient body towards the centre of town. England and France were visiting, along with the rest of the UN, and he’d promised to meet them both for lunch before they too were pulled into an afternoon of far more internationally inclined meetings.
If he were honest with himself, what Canada really wanted to do was go home and watch TV; switch his brain off so that he could numb himself with bad reality shows. It was a good pastime that he enjoyed with guilty abandon and one that he would much rather have preferred doing. However, he’d made a promise and Canada was nothing if not a nation of his word.
Sadly.
England and France were already there when he arrived, tucked away in a corner table. France glanced up as the door jingled with his entrance, waving him over with a smile. Canada nodded at the waiter who motioned him through and settled himself down in a chair at their table between them.
‘Good afternoon,’ France greeted him with his usual cheek kisses, hair tickling Canada’s nose as he leant in close, ‘you arrived just on time, I was about to throw Arthur out of the window.’
‘You wish,’ England looked up from his phone and shot him a quick, but warm smile, ‘Hello Matthew.’
Canada’s heart sank. He really wasn’t in the mood to play mediator today, ‘Dare I ask why?’ he said, turning to France.
France gave an effortless shrug and settled back in his seat, ‘Do I really need a reason?’
‘Yes.’
Both England and Canada spoke at once and France gave a sly grin, ‘I won’t darling, you don’t deserve the trouble,’ he patted Canada’s knee soothingly and politely ignored England’s muttered “as if you could” from across the table, ‘but the idiot seems to think he’s correct about something which he very much is not.’
‘Oh, of course,’ England retorted immediately, ‘you can’t remember properly but I’m the one who’s wrong.’
‘Yes.’
‘No.’
‘What is it?’ Canada interjected quickly. The waiter who had greeted him at the door was shooting their table looks of alarm out of the corner of his eye and Canada smiled at him apologetically, ‘Maybe I could help.’
To his surprise, England and France shared a look, something unspoken passing between them, ‘You weren’t about yet,’ offered France, sounding apologetic.
‘When was it?’
‘Oh, not too long ago,’ England waved a hand airily, ‘only six hundred years or so.’
Canada blinked, ‘Six hundred?’
‘Or there abouts,’ England frowned again, ‘I’m not sure when exactly, but I know France is wrong.’
France scoffed, ‘You can’t remember when it is, but you know I’m wrong?’
‘Obviously. I know it was about fifty years after Agincourt, I’m not sure of exactly when but-‘
‘Well, there you go! You’ve muddled it up with something else.’
‘I haven’t! You held that ball, the one with the fucking shit tonne of flowers everywhere, and were displaying those golden goblet things you were so damn proud of and I gave you that stupid painting-‘
‘No!’ France interjected angrily, ‘You took that painting and then were made to give it back.’
‘I didn’t! It was my bloody painting- Jesus fucking Christ,’ England held his head in his hands, ‘that’s not the point, I’m using that as a reference-‘
‘Yes well, pick a reference that has a grain of reality in it, would you?’
England opened his mouth to argue back again but Canada didn’t hear him, by now long tuned out of the conversation.
Only. Only six hundred years ago. Canada couldn’t even imagine that amount of time, couldn’t imagine having lived so long that six hundred years was considered to be a mere drop in the ocean.
But to these two, it was. England and France had both been alive for millennia, had known each other for that long and had been alive without each other for even longer before that.
Sitting next to them, his own existence suddenly felt like nothing, felt insignificant in the history of mankind. What had Canada seen, that these two had not? He couldn’t even begin to imagine. Three hundred years felt more than enough.
It hit him, then, how long most of their kind had lived. He’d realised this before, of course, but still the comprehension about the difference in age between him and most of the world left him dumbstruck anew. Fuck, what about China; Lord only knew how old he really was. There wasn’t a point in history that it didn’t seem as though China hadn’t been around to experience, even from across the world. Whole empires and civilisations had risen and fallen and most of the nations Canada knew had personally been involved in them somehow. It was astounding to consider all the people who had lived throughout the centuries that, to Canada, felt like nothing more than characters in a story.
What on earth was three hundred years to age like that? To history that felt so ancient to him, so disconnected that it didn’t really even feel real, but that was as normal to most nations as his own history was.
How many years would Canada have to live until three hundred was something he would describe as ‘only’?
‘Are you alright, lad?’ Canada was jolted out of his spiral to find England looking at him with concern, a hand on his arm.
‘Yeah, sorry,’ he shook his head, ‘it’s just- you’re both so old.’
England coloured and France laughed, ‘We’re not old,’ England jabbed a thumb in France’s direction, ‘Well, he is.’
‘It is more about how you feel and act, dear, that’s more important and in that regard, you are far older than I.’ France yelped suddenly as England kicked him under the table, ‘Does the truth sting, Arthur? Is that why you felt the need to vent your frustrations on me?’
‘As if I need more of a reason-‘
They began again, in earnest, but Canada let them continue uninterrupted, silently and guiltily enjoying the feeling of being a child once more.
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AN:
I must admit that not much thought or plot went into this. I wanted to write something short and somewhat silly as a treat for spending most of yesterday editing. Ideally, one day I want to take this concept and explore it more with greater care and detail because I think it’s something a newer nation like Canada would really struggle with.
300 years is a long time, and I’m sure it must be hard for him to feel that age and then go and speak to anyone from the Old World and be met with the reality of how truly old their kind can be. Canada is a baby, despite the centuries he has collected for himself, and I feel like there would always be that conflict within him about how old he feels around humans comapred to how old he is next to other nations. Maybe this idea is best explored as a headcannon rather than a fic, but I had a fun time writing it.
Anyway, that is my tuppence worth- thank you for reading!
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blu-joons · 4 years ago
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Comforting Him After The Grammys ~ BTS Reaction
Jin:
As the winner was read out, you could see by the look in Jin’s eyes that he was disappointed, forcing a smile onto his face. “There’s always next year.”
Your head shook at his words, no matter how hard he tried to be alright about things in front of you. “It’s alright to be upset you didn’t win.”
His eyes glanced across at you brightly, “I’m not upset, it’s just the Grammys, there’s plenty of others.”
“But you guys had dreamt about a Grammy.”
“One day,” he whispered.
You moved across the room to take a seat beside him at his desk, “this is still your first nomination, you’ll get plenty more. Just don’t feel like you have to force the smile that’s on your face.”
“I don’t want to let it get to me,” he assured you, leaning his head against your shoulder, “they don’t deserve to make me upset, it’s not worth it.”
“If it makes you feel any better, from where I’m sitting, you guys should have definitely won,” you joked, drawing a laugh out of him.
His lips pressed to the top of your head, “that certainly does make me feel better, as long as I’m a winner in your eyes at least.”
“You’re a winner in my eyes every single day Jin.”
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Yoongi:
The expression on his face was blank, turning the television off as soon as their category was passed. “At least that’s one less thing to worry about.”
His dismissive attitude took you by surprise as you watched him closely. “Just like that? Aren’t you sad that you’ve not got your Grammy?”
His head shook back at you, “why should I be? It doesn’t matter, we don’t need a Grammy anyway.”
“You’ve dreamt of getting a Grammy Yoongi.”
“I used to,” he sighed.
Your eyes closed as he moved back across the bed to lay beside you. “I know there’s been a lot of drama and hurt between you guys and the Grammys, but it was still your dream don’t forget.”
“Like the fans always say, the Grammys needed us tonight, and if we’ve not the award, then I don’t care about it,” he tried to assure you.
“I’m going to trust in you in that case,” you frowned, still not quite convinced, “but just know that you still have years to chase your dreams.”
He nodded his heard at your advice, “most of my dreams have already come true, one failing really isn’t going to be the end of the world.”
“Don’t give up on it just yet, you never know Yoongi.”
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Hoseok:
His footsteps were slow as he allowed you to drag him through the dorm and into his bedroom where his awards sat. “Why have you brought me in here?”
You pointed to the many trophies that were on his shelves, “because I want you to see that one award doesn’t change how amazingly successful you are.”
His eyes flickered across them all, “I know you’ve brought me here to try and get me to feel better.”
“Of course, because I don’t want you to be upset.”
“I’m not,” he argued.
Your head shook instantly at his defensive response. “You’ve barely said a word all night, when you’ve lost categories before you’ve never been this hard on yourself, and I know it’s because it’s a Grammy.”
“Who wouldn’t want a Grammy?” He propositioned, “all of us let our heads get too big after we got nominated and guessed we’d win.”
“You didn’t get too big at all,” you sighed, taking a hold of his hand, “every artist has to back themselves, no matter the occasion.”
His eyes met yours as you glanced across at him, “I guess we have done well for ourselves throughout the years, without the Grammys.”
“You’ve done incredibly well, don’t be hard on yourself.”
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Namjoon:
As you watched Namjoon walk around the room, you could tell he was keeping it together for everyone else. As he walked over to you, he knew you were watching. “I’m fine.”
Your head shook, encouraging him to sit down at your side. “Stop trying to smile through your frustrations for the sake of everyone else Joon.”
His eyes closed for a few moments, “I’m fine, really, I have to be strong for all of the others too.”
“That’s where you’re wrong Namjoon.”
“Am I?” He frowned.
Your head nodded instantly at his question, “no expects you to be the leader all of the time. Tonight, has been tough on you all, I think everyone here could understand if you were gutted.”
“I don’t want to be gutted though,” he continued to vent, “I have no reason to be gutted over something that really is so small in our careers.”
“The Grammys are huge, don’t try and deny it,” you frowned, “you’ve said it yourself that it’s bigger, not just for you as BTS either.”
He glanced across to look at you, “maybe the world isn’t ready for us just yet, or the critics, other artists, I just don’t know.”
“Well, they’re the ones who are missing out.”
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Jimin:
He made no attempt to hide the frown on his face when he realised that they hadn’t won, glancing across at you. “I can’t say I’m surprised to be honest.”
You smiled weakly across at him, “I can tell that you’re disappointed Jimin, there’s no need to brush it aside as if it’s all nothing.”
He shrugged, “of course, I’m slightly disappointed, maybe we just hyped ourselves up too much.”
“I don’t think you guys did that at all.”
“You don’t think?” He asked.
Your head nodded, moving into his side, “everything pointed at you guys as the winners, I don’t really get how you’ve not won either. I didn’t think that any of the songs could compare to yours.”
“I think that’s why I’m so confused,” he admitted, leaning against your head, “we’d ran away and thought we had it in the bag from all the charts and data.”
“Maybe there’s something they do that you guys just don’t know about,” you suggested, trying to pick up his mood, “otherwise it makes no sense.”
A loud groan of annoyance came from him, “I don’t care anyway, if they think that the other songs are better, then I think that they’re wrong.”
“They’re definitely wrong, they don’t see how talented you are.”
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Taehyung:
His head nodded as he appeared back in his bedroom where you were sat waiting for him. “Oh, well,” he sighed, taking a seat on his bed beside you.
Your arm snaked carefully around his waist, “how are you feeling about it all?” You asked, smiling as he shrugged back at you.
He let go of another sigh, “we’ve got plenty of time ahead of us to still win a Grammy just yet.”
“You’ve got the whole world ahead of you.”
“Exactly,” he giggled.
You could tell immediately how proud he was trying to be in front of you. “Maybe this time the timing just wasn’t right, but I think a lot more people know of you now, even if it’s just a nomination.”
“We shouldn’t be letting our whole careers revolve around one award anyway,” he admitted, trying to keep himself composed, “there’s bigger things.”
“It would have still been nice,” you mused, running your hand through his hair, “but one trophy doesn’t represent who you guys are.”
His head nodded back at you, “you’re right, we’ve all got cabinets full of awards, missing out on one isn’t going to make too big of a difference.”
“You’ll get it one day, when the time is right for you.”
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Jungkook:
As soon as you opened up your phone, you were unsurprised to see thousands of comments from the fans. “I’m guessing they’re not happy?”
You nodded back at Jungkook as he too glanced down at your phone, “they’re not happy in the slightest, and making their opinions well known.”
His smile grew, “I know that the army always has our backs, even if something doesn’t go our way.”
“You’ve still got a lot to be proud about.”
“I am,” he vowed.
You leaned across and pressed a kiss against his cheek, “the fans are still with you as well, so I don’t think you’ve got to worry about them either, even if they are a little angry right now.”
“Sometimes it feels like they care more than we do,” he acknowledged, “we’re alright about things, but it seems they’ve all taken it to heart.”
“That’s because they know how deserving the seven of you are,” you reminded him, “and you’re always winning with them.”
His head nodded in agreement with you, “one day we’ll be able to win a Grammy for the fans, and everyone who supports us.”
“I have no doubt in my mind that you will too.”
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carvion · 3 years ago
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Hey!
I want Travis Tate— and honestly I could end this sentence
BUT
I want Travis Tate’s headcanon, your opinion on whether he might have a person he would ask to save as a reward for his work in Zero Dawn. If you don't mind ~
(One of the Datapoints says that project participants could go to Elysium after finishing with immediate family or two persons of their choosing)
I don't blog, but I psychologically analyze Travis' personality just for myself (honestly just beginning) and came to the obvious conclusion that he is on the verge of social disadaptation, if not actually has it already. Plus his frankly demonstrative love for watching acts of sadism... All this leads to unpromising thoughts...
I saw this message shortly before heading off to work this morning, and let me tell you, the thought of finally being able to answer this, was the only thing giving me the strength to go through my shift - okay, I am perhaps a bit melodramatic, but still! I am so excited because I have… thoughts, as will be apparent in the ramblings you are about to read - I am sorry in advance.
First, let me start with: you and me both because if there is one sentence I can relate to it's "I want Travis Tate." But this is about headcanons.
And to tell the depressive truth: I don't think Travis had anybody to take to Elysium with him. Now, this headcanon - and it's just a headcanon, everyone can have a different opinion on the matter - is not unfounded, but I do realize that I am viewing the man through extremely rose-colored lenses, so take everything I say with a grain of salt:
Before I can explain why I don't think Travis had anyone to take to Elysium, I feel like I need to describe my view of him, his character and his actions.
In my opinion, Travis Tate, as much as he would deny it, is a good person who genuinely wants the people he cares about to be happy and as healthy as possible. I believe that at least part of his actions [not all of them, but definitely some] are to give the other Alphas a place and reason to vent. Because they all are under a lot of stress. They are trying to save the world, and they probably know that they do not have enough time. So pressure builds up and frustrations grow and there is no room to let go of anything because they can't afford to let their control of the situation slip for even one second. And complaining about a colleague can be awfully cathartic. So what better way to basically boost morale and keep everyone you care about able to work on the one thing that can restore life to earth once it's wiped out, than making yourself the butt of every situation and giving people a reason to complain about you? [Now, I do not think that is the only reason for his actions. He is definitely also an overgrown man child who likes to deal with situations by finding the humor in them, or at least that of what he perceives as humor.] Also regarding the sadism and torture porn thing, I personally interpret that as a slightly fucked up taste in movies. And I do not judge people for that… at least not out loud, but I do see why that could be interpreted as, let's say "special" and we see that Travis is willing to cause harm to those that he deems deserving, thanks to Hank [then again, I think that is something he sort of justified to himself as a necessary evil]
So I don't think that is actions are a result of social disadaptation - to be fair, I had to google that, because I had no idea what it was and then read an entire article in German because I still didn't get it (I am not here to be smart) so maybe I am misinterpreting things here - but I am 100% open for other interpretations of his character so if you ever start to blog, I would love to read your thoughts on the matter! In my opinion, it's actually a calculated decision to be his worst self - again, maybe it's just the rose-colored glasses speaking.
Now, why does this make me think he doesn't have anyone to bring to Elysium? Well, if one thing, this headcanon about his actions makes me think that he is a person who forms quite deep bonds with people. We see this when Hank Shaw offers him a place on Far Zenith. I mean Travis claims that his entire reason to help with ZERO DAWN, is to get a place in Elysium, so he can spend the rest of his life reading porn and doing basically nothing else, which to others would imply "I am doing this for purely selfish reasons" but when he is offered to leave behind the dying wasteland that is earth in lieu of staying behind he refuses. I know that this is also very situationally because Travis is very prideful, and he was less than amused that his, along with his colleagues, work was stolen. And that was definitely part of the reason for him, not to take Hank up on his offer, but I do not think that people act out of one reason alone, it's almost always a mixture of different things. But, as some would rightfully point out, wouldn't my headcanon that Travis likes to be around people and forms deep bonds quickly, mean that he had multiple people to chose from, when deciding who could join him in Elysium?
Yes, but to be quite honest, I think most of his friends would be dead, by that point. When he is introduced to the project, he's been on the run from the law for over a year. He doesn't appear to be from a well-off family and I don't think his friends were either - I do have some headcanons for his friends which can be found in This little thing I wrote a while ago [look at this absolute shameless self-promotion] - and as horrible as that sounds, I think during the end of the world that can be a death sentence.
Now, to be even more specific - again, I am so sorry for rambling - I actually think the person he would have taken, if he had had the chance, would have been his mother. Yes, from what we learn, she and he had an extremely different world view, her being a strongly devout Pentecostal and him being… him, and we know that he did his fair share of teenage (and adult) rebellion against that, but I do not think that he had a bad relationship with her. I think that despite all their different opinions and her probably worrying that her son would go to "super hell" they cared for one another deeply because they're family. And I also think that she would have either refused to go to Elysium or have already been dead. We know she used to tell Travis about the end of times at a young age, so I do see her as someone who would simply accept their fate, and may even take offense at the notion of trying to alter it.
This brings me to the end of my little, whatever this is, I don't know where I was going, but those are some of my thoughts and headcanons for Travis and I hope you enjoy them, even if they maybe not go hand in hand with your own.
Again, if you ever decide to write your interpretations and headcanons in a blog, I would be happy to get a chance to read them! I hope you have a great day, and sorry for the slight delay in answering ^^
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talkingtea · 3 years ago
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I know that the people here are medical care professionals, so I wanted to ask your opinion on something. I have a relatively “medical” family (mother is a nurse, uncles are doctors and my sister is studying something to do with the brain) and whenever I ask them where they think we’re headed, they’ve all agreed that the pandemic isn’t ending any time soon. My sister thinks it will take a total of five (starting from 2019) for things to go back to “normal”, a very altered normal but still normal. I wouldn’t have believed her at the beginning of the pandemic, when people were desperate for a vaccine, but now that I’ve seen the vaccine hesitancy and the way people are acting, I definitely think she’s right. My mother has been on the frontlines (not as much as she would have liked because she has serious existing health conditions and she’s older so it wasn’t safe for her) and she says the people that she now sees the most are those who don’t wear a mask and refuse to get vaccinated, and it’s frustrating and infuriating to her because she has lost colleagues due to these type of people. I don’t understand how people can be so selfish. I understand vaccines are not for everyone, but doing something as simple as wearing a mask to protect others and protect your family from the pain of losing you isn’t a tremendous ask. I know you can’t predict the future, but as people that work in environments where you can see COVID at its worse, what’s your verdict on it? Do you think 2022 will be better than this year? Do you see attitudes vaccines changing? Do you think it will take 5 years for us to finally see some relief? I hope you’re staying safe and healthy also.
Realistically speaking the virus isn’t going anywhere, it will just continue to mutate because that’s what viruses do. So people can expect in the next 3-6 months there will be a new variant that will start at some random spot in the world and it will then move to the US within a week. The media will have people freaking out by claiming it’s more powerful than Delta and Omicron, numbers will spike for a couple weeks, people will freak out some more and things will dwindle down just in time for a new variant to be found in some new part of the world and we get to start all over again. 😒
We can say that our personal experience is that we’re still seeing people getting vaccinated so it may not have been a part of the immediate flood of vaccinators but they’re still steadily coming in which means that the number of people in this country that are vaccinated is growing. Also while the number of positive cases have spiked a bit (which is to be expected during the holiday season regardless) the number of people that need to be hospitalized or put in the ICU on a vent or are dying has dropped significantly, so even if people are getting sick (both vaccinated & unvaccinated) the symptoms are much, much milder than they have been in the past.
With all that being said, as always, the best way to navigate a world that literally stood still for almost an entire year because of a virus would be to be protected. Wear a mask and avoid as many germs as you can, not just the COVID ones. Give your body some help fighting and get vaccinated. It’s not a magic force field or a shield but it is a layer of protection that can help
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zevlors-tail · 4 years ago
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S/O Has A Self Harm Relapse - Deku
Original ask here.
A/N: Sorry this took so long! My dms are always open, and I’m always here to talk to if anyone needs it! I also hope this is relatable, because I know SH can be very personal and everyone has their own reasons. Remember that your progress is valid even when slip ups happen, and that you are loved, always, no matter what. 
TW: Self harm relapse, general negative thoughts and emotions, implied cutting, I didn’t go into detail but it’s still descriptive so PLEASE MIND THE WARNINGS.
Izuku Midoriya/Deku:
“I just don’t know what to do, you know? Things are really tough right now, and I feel like you’re the only one taking the time to understand where I’m coming from. I don’t know who else to turn to...” The hurt in your friend’s voice was evident, causing your eyes to crinkle in worry as you gave them a small concerned smile.
“Everything’s going to be okay. I know it doesn’t feel like that right now, but it will be eventually. You just have to trust me.” Your voice held such a confident tone to it, a promise of better times to come in the near future. You sounded like you were sure of it, as if you knew without a shadow of a doubt that things would be okay- and maybe you did. You truly believed it, genuinely felt that your friend would be okay and that things would work out after all.
“You really think so?”
“I know so,” you responded with conviction.
Just this morning, one of your best friends had texted to ask if you could meet up with them later on in the day to talk about something important. Of course, you being the helpful and loyal friend you were, you immediately agreed and set up a time to see them. It had turned out that they were going through some sort of crisis, something that on the surface didn’t seem to be troubling them, but as they went on about their issue, you saw the way it weighed on their shoulders, saw the way it made them doubt themselves.
You knew how it felt to feel like the world was caving in, like there was no hope left for you. Maybe that was the reason you were always so quick to help others; you couldn’t stand the thought of the people you cared for feeling the same way. No matter what they needed and no matter when they needed it, you were there. One of your friends got into a fight with their parents? You were there. One of them was having troubles with their partner? You were there. If someone else just needed to vent about their shitty day, you were there; you always were. You could never turn them away even if you felt overwhelmed at your own expense. And it was frustrating, too, because no matter how many times you came to their rescue, no one seemed to want to be there for you. Well...almost no one.
There was one person, the light of your life, Izuku Midoriya. He checked in with you often, would remind you to take breaks for yourself (even if you often ignored his requests to do so, much to his dismay), and kept you going when you felt you couldn’t go on any longer. And you were going through so much; between school, work, and home life, you felt completely overwhelmed. Lately, it seemed like your grip on things just seemed to be...slipping. It was getting harder to focus between the sheer amount of anxiety you felt over everything, harder to breathe easy and relax. You supposed it didn’t help that Izuku had been away for a few days for some intense type of training, either. 
Maybe that was the cherry on top, or maybe it was just inevitable, but somehow you found yourself feeling lower than dirt as you sent your friend off with a tight hug, their form fading in the distance as you watched them leave with a deep frown. You understood they had things going on, and of course you didn’t expect them to notice you felt a little off, but you wished that maybe they had just asked if you were alright, too. Even a passing, “I hope you’re doing okay,” would have been nice; something, at least, to let you know the feelings were reciprocated on their end as well. Something to let you know they cared. But they weren’t, and they didn’t, and you sighed heavily as you let your facade shatter around you.
You felt selfish for wishing your friend would care when they were clearly preoccupied with other things. But in the same sense, you couldn’t remember the last time someone asked if you were okay. Things were getting bad again, all of your friends and family needed you and were demanding your attention constantly, and now your boyfriend was away for a few days as well. Between the stacking missed calls and texts you needed to respond to and the sheer amount other’s problems added to yours, it felt like too much. Even the noise of the car radio on the drive home was irritating and overwhelming, and no matter what station you picked, the music and occasional static noise bothered you until you finally had to turn it off completely. But driving in silence proved to be a problem as well, and now you were stuck with the intrusive thoughts in your mind and your heartbeat rushing in your ears. 
The silence of your empty home was deafening. Izuku, who would usually be lounging on the couch with his favorite All Might blanket watching a movie by now if he was home, was nowhere to be found. The lights on the dishwasher blinked at you from the darkness of the kitchen signaling an empty rack. There were no dishes to clean, no clothes to wash or dry, and the TV screen remained darkened and still; there was nothing to distract your mind from the chaos inside of it. And although you were surrounded by quiet, it was by no means peaceful. You felt on edge, overwhelmed, and alone. It was all too much too fast, and you knew of only one solution to quiet the thoughts in your head, even if it was only a temporary fix.
Right now, in this moment, you just needed everything to stop. You needed a distraction, a different source of pain to redirect your focus. Still, you hated yourself with every step you took until you came to stand in front of the bathroom sink, the familiar cabinet doors leering at you more maliciously than usual. 
You knew what lied behind those doors in the far left corner on the bottom shelf.
***
It was two more days before Izuku returned home, the telltale sign of jingling keys ringing through the air as he opened the front door and slipped inside. He tossed his keys to the table and kicked off his shoes. You heard him lock the door behind himself, footsteps heavy on the carpeted floor as he dropped his bags in the living room and took a moment to relax and settle in. In a way, you were grateful he didn't immediately come to see you; you were curled up in bed, anxious and ashamed about what you had been doing while he was gone. He wouldn’t look at you the same way again after this, you were sure of it.
You listened as Izuku trekked to the bathroom across the hall, and if you payed enough attention with your half lidded eyes, you could make out his darkened blurry form passing by the open bedroom door. He shut the bathroom door behind him before he turned on the lights (he was always courteous of you and your need to sleep in the dark), his electric toothbrush vibrating to life. You stayed put in bed and listened to the sound of it while pretending to be asleep. But as soon as it hard started it was just as abruptly stopping, and for reasons you couldn’t place, anxiety bubbled up in your chest as you listened to Izuku go eerily silent for at least a good minute. The light from under the bathroom door shifted as he finally moved, his clothing creating a soft rustling noise while he put his toothbrush back on the counter with a quiet clack.
Sensing that the bathroom door was about to open once more, you turned away from the entryway and faced the wall. You didn’t want him to know you were awake; all you wanted was for him to crawl into bed with you and wrap his arms around you like nothing at all had ever happened, like it was any other normal evening. But as luck would have it, that wasn’t what happened.
Izuku switched the lights off and exited the bathroom, making the short trip to the bed with ease before he stood still at the foot of it for a moment. There was a soft whisper of something, your name maybe? You were too nervous to tell.
“Y/N...?”
Something in his tone caused your heart to race with worry. He was testing you, seeing if you were awake...but for what? He usually knew better than to wake you when he came home any time past midnight, even if it was after a few days of intensive training. If he was trying to get your attention now, then it must be something important. Still, you remained “asleep”, a sinking feeling in your gut and a terrifying thought at the back of your brain. There was no way he knew...right? 
When you gave no indication that you heard him, he carefully crawled onto the bed and lie down behind you, arms encasing you protectively and lovingly while he buried his nose into your neck. “Y/N,” he said again, his voice raising a bit. You involuntarily tensed at the sound, and you shriveled in horror as Izuku propped himself up on one elbow behind you while he used his other arm to shake you gently. There was no way you were getting out of this now; he knew you were awake by your movements. if you weren’t apprehensive before, then you surely were now.
“Izu?” you murmured in your best sleepy voice you could muster.
“Hi, love.” There was something in his normally heartwarming smile, something more complicated than usual behind the forest green of his irises as he looked you over. “I’m home.” The crack in his voice took you by surprise, and you saw tears beginning to form on his long lashes.
“Izu, what’s wrong?” You immediately reached out to him, your insecurities and worries all but forgotten about in the moment. “Did something happen while you were away?”
“Yeah, I guess you could say that...” 
He welcomed your touch, grasping your smaller hand in one of his much larger ones as you cupped his cheek. He gave you a small smile before leaning into your hand, and no other words were spoken as the two of you sat together in silence for a moment, Izuku trying to calm his ragged breathing while you stared up at him in concern. Finally, he seemed to find his resolve as he sighed heavily and sniffed, eyes fluttering open just to focus solely on you. Izuku shifted so that he was lying back down, one arm draped over your side as you faced him, both of your bodies comfortably resting against one another while you held his gaze.
“Hey, babe?”
“Yeah?”
“I’m going to ask you a question, and I want you to answer as honestly as you can, okay?”
Immediately your heart thundered to life in your chest. You tried to reassure yourself that you were just overthinking things, that there was no logical way he could know about what you’d done while he was away. Was there...?
“Okay.” You hoped your voice didn’t seem as shaky as you felt. 
“Are you bottling things up again?” He was so gentle. The tone in which he asked you had been soft, his eyes glossy, his touch tender as he ran a careful hand over your shoulder and down your back to rub small circles against it.
“What do you mean?” 
Maybe if you acted ignorant, he wouldn’t try to press you any further. But then, this was Izuku, wasn’t it? Who we’re you trying to kid?
“You didn’t seem like yourself when I called you last night. And your friend said you seemed a little off the other day during your visit. I’m just worried about you. Is there anything you want to talk about?”
Sure, there were lots of things you wanted to say, but you didn’t have the courage to say any of them out loud. So instead of confiding in Izuku, you chose to pull away emotionally. Luckily for you, however, this did not manage to go unnoticed by your boyfriend.
“No...I’m fine. Promise.”
“Oh, honey...” The amount of care and concern he held for you in his words made you feel vulnerable. Izuku pulled you into the tightest hug you’d ever felt in your life, his strong arms wrapping around you in a comforting way while he continued. “You don’t have to pretend that everything is okay. I know it’s not.”
Shameful tears dripped sorely from your cheeks as his words started to sink in. After so long of keeping all your feelings to yourself, they finally spilled over and flowed out of you in the form of teardrops that soaked the pillow underneath you. Your walls crumbled and caved, and you clung to Izuku for dear life as you let everything out in the safety of his hold. 
“I’m sorry!” you whispered harshly against his chest. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry-!” For what, you weren’t sure- you just felt the need to apologize. Maybe for relapsing, maybe for crying- or maybe for both.
Izuku hushed you and let you soak his dirtied shirt for as long as you needed. When your sniffles had become less frequent and your hiccups much quieter, he brought his hands to your face, cupping it gently and looking you in the eyes. “Y/N. I love you, and nothing you do or say could change that. Alright?” You nodded in understanding. “I know you’re not okay. I don’t think you realized, but when I went into the bathroom, you...” He struggled to finish his sentence, tears welling up in his eyes again. “You left it out.”
Shit.
Fuzzy memories from earlier played back in your mind as you realized you’d forgotten to put something away that Izuku wasn’t supposed to see. You’d been too busy cleaning the bathroom to remember that you left it sitting on the ledge of the medicine cabinet, right next to the bandages and antiseptic. No wonder he’d stopped brushing his teeth so fast; he must have seen it and put two and two together fairly quickly after that. So then...he knew after all.
“I’m sorry!”
You wanted to say so much more than that. You wanted to tell him you were afraid- afraid that he would leave you, that he would hate you, that he would judge you even though you knew he was the most loving and caring person you could ever ask for. You wanted to tell him you regretted it, that you hated yourself for it, that you wished you could take it back. Of all the things to leave your mouth, those words seemed stuck on repeat. But luckily for you, Izuku always seemed to know how to read you and your words. 
Izuku let go of your face before wrapping you in his arms once more, your head tucked under his chin. “Love, it’s okay. Everything’s alright. I’m not angry, though I am upset that you’re hurting.”
“It was stupid, and I’m sorry, and I wish I never-”
Izuku cut you off. “Oh, Y/N, no. It’s not stupid. You’re in pain, it’s your way of trying to cope. It’s not healthy, and it’s not good, but it’s how you’re trying to survive. And that’s not stupid, Y/N, it’s human. And to be human is to make mistakes.” He gave you a moment to process before carrying on. “Slip ups happen. It doesn’t mean you’re a bad person, or that your progress is all gone, or even that you’re weak. It’s a normal thing. Recovery isn’t linear.”
“What does that mean?” you asked between sobs.
“It means it’s not a straight line, baby. You can’t just quit something cold turkey like that and expect things to go so smooth. It’s great if it does, but...the reality of it is that everyone is different, and while you’ve made a lot of progress already, there will always be ups and downs. And just because you had a relapse doesn’t mean that everything you’ve done before this doesn’t matter anymore. It just means things aren’t so good right now. But we can make them better, together. Okay?”
“Okay...” you mumbled.
“I love you. I’m proud of you for getting this far. We can make it through this, and I’ll be here every step of the way. I’ll do my part and start checking in with you more often, okay?”
You pressed your face into the dry spot of his shirt and clutched at it with both hands. Izuku was your rock, and he wasn’t going anywhere. He was willing to go through this with you and help support you, and that meant the world to you in a place where you felt alone and not worth the time of day.
“I-Izuku?” you hiccuped.
“I’m here,” came his calm reply.
“Don’t leave me, please...”
“Oh, Y/N, I would never. I’m not going anywhere, I promise. I’m here.” 
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