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2am-cursed-fanfic · 2 years

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Boat fucker: A Fanfic

Ariel’s POV:

Sneaking up to the surface is something I’m not supposed to do.

My dad would kill me if you knew what I did on a regular basis. But there’s something so fascinating about the human world. The way they look, the way they act, the way they walk on two legs, and the things that they make, so many things, bring wonder to my eyes.

I collected so much of what they have up there and I still want more.They have paintings and frames and corkscrews, and so many other things that I don’t even know what the names are.

There are so many things I wish I could see, like fire and the surface from their point of view.

But I’m so excited when we can meet halfway through, halfway to your world and half into mine.

Go on these wooden floaty things and they will come out to sea.

Now I wonder if I am barely underwater, so clear that I can see the surface above me and the magical lights that surround them.

I come up to the surface. I close my eyes for a moment, wondering if I open them if all this will disappear.I'm wondering if it won’t be as magical up close now that I can see it all.

But nonetheless, I dare to open one of my eyes and then the other, and then I see them. And it's the most beautiful and wonderful thing I’ve ever seen in the world.

And for some reason, I start to have a feeling. A feeling I’ve never felt in my body before.

Something that feels like my heart but much lower.

And suddenly, I have the urge to go up to them. And dance in the same way that the waves do.

Eric’s point of view;

I have been dancing on the boat with all my Goodfellas. Oh in wonder, I’ve never felt so alive until I was upon the ocean.

The swing of the waves, the beauty of the lights shimmering across the water. Mendes, I dance and sing to the music, as if the boat is dancing with me on the waves.

But for a moment, I am enchanted by the waters. Looking upon the shimmering lights, I’m lost in a trance. ’m sure I see red hair out of the corner of my eye, but I look over and there’s nothing more than a little splash.

This is so curious to me that I can’t shake the thought until my friends call me. Can I go back to dancing once again?

Ariel Point of View ;

So, so close and the feeling seems to be growing, and I find myself growing in excitement. I long for the touch and stretch my arm out as my fated and beloved target approaches.

Then the touch is finalized and I feel it. My gills purr in excitement.

The enchantment of my eyes is sturdy and now very obviously made of fine wood in all the right places.

Somehow natural, we pull together and my tail is in on what seems to me the best wood in the world.

Next thing I know, my tail is moving with the waves and we keep thrusting each other together. I can’t get enough of the touch we share.

Even in the cool waters, I feel so warm.

Eric perspective;

This is...interesting.

After I had gotten back to dancing, strange things started happening slowly. The singing and dancing were loud and we were all having the best time when the boat sounded like it was getting hit by something in the water.

It wasn’t a big deal until we realized it wasn’t stopping anytime soon.

So curious, we looked to the edges of the ship; the party was taking a quick break.

We saw nothing on the sides of the boat, but then, "I hear something down here," one of the sea mates called. We all rushed below deck scared of what could be wrong.

As we did, we started to hear a voice. It sounded like singing at first, but the more we got below deck, we realized it sounded more and more like moaning mixed with a few whines here and there.

Then we were all below deck on the bottom floor, listening to someone moaning beneath the boat.The banging was all coming from the same place.It was a strange sight, but the thuds didn’t stop.

We were below deck for about 10 minutes when someone decided we should go above deck again. Upon reaching the deck again, none of us went back to partying, too distracted by the boat’s slight swing despite no waves on the calm and once quiet night.

Eventually, we did have to go to bed, but somehow the noises did not stop for one moment. I lay there in my bed, perks of being a prince, hearing moaning and groaning even with the pillows covering my ears.

Ever since it started, there's only been one thing on my mind.

But now that the late night ceases to be quiet, I decide I’m going to try the one thing that’s been on my mind.

"First mate," I announced.

He rushes towards my chambers,

"Hello, your highness, what can I do for you?"

"Can you fetch Sir Cedrick?"

And so he does. A few moments later, Cedrick comes into my room.

"Hello, your highness. What can I do for you?"

Midway through his sentence, a moan interrupted him. He blushed and looked away from me.

The mumbles and rumbles under the floorboards don’t stop me from running to him, pinning him against the wall and saying,

"Now I’m sure the mates will never notice with all the noise from downstairs."

He flushes but doesn’t move. I expected a nod. And it’s on.

Ariel Point Of View;

I see the day breaking upon low light on the waters. I move away from the boat. and parts that I’ve been clutching on to since well before dawn.

I’m so sore and I’m so tired, and yet I don’t regret a moment of it.

That was the best moment I could’ve spent with something from the human world.

I hope that the boat comes back just for me and we can be a part of a whole new world together.

Why do I keep doing this

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batteryacidbug · 1 year

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They bring themselves face to face with danger to protect each other.

They suffer for each other.

When they can't fight anymore, they hold each other.

Gotta love Horikoshi and his parallels.

#bnha manga spoilers #myheroacademia #tokoyami fumikage #manga spoilers #mha spoilers #fumikage tokoyami #hawks mha #mha 385 #mha 386 #mha 267 #mha 271 #keigo takami #boku no hero academia

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shadowed-dancer · 2 years

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Idk if anyone mentioned it, but I find it cool how this upcoming chapter is 370, and this upcoming episode is named after (and will end on) chapter 270

The anime and manga lined up to be exactly 100 chapters apart and idk why but that makes me smile

#bnha #bnha 370 #info for next week’s episode came out btw #and it is starting on chapter 271 #so yes we will be exactly 100 chapters apart

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thequietmanno1 · 11 months

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Thelreads, MHA 271, Replies Part 2

1) “Ah, I see, since Dabi overheats like his papa after throwing a fire tornado down a narrow street towards a highly-mobile flying villain, Hawks knows that the best time to escape is right after he attacks, because that means that he’ll need time to cooldown and send another move.

They have a short window, they`ll have to take it the first chance they get.”- Unfortunately, Dabi is also smart enough to fake how much gas he’s got in the tank for a final blow. Despite their efforts, it was blind luck that saved them in the end, because Dabi is both powerful and smart enough in how he uses this power to cause maximum damage for the heroes. 2) “OH MY GOOD THE POOR SHADOW

TOKOYAMI YOU MONSTER, YOU`RE HURTING THE POOR SHADOW DEMON”-Well, he needs an angle of leverage to try and get out of Dabi’s so-far linear fire blasts, so tarzan-swinging to the floor below seems to be the safe bet. Shame Dabi hid his full cards until he was in prime positon to play a devastating hand to utterly corner them. 3) “Also, that`s a nice understatement there, a bump, you fucking fell on top of him. Not that I blame you for that, but c'mon Tokoyami, at least admit to it”- He’s also still got a badly-burnt foot, which didn’t help his landing attempts much. 4) “AH FOR FUCK`S SAKE

FUCK FUCK- FAT, ARE YOU THERE YET? WE KINDA NEED A FLESH SHIELD RIGHT NOW, YOU KNOW? PRETTY PLEASE?”- If that heat was enough to crisp his skin, even with the weak fire-resistance he’s got, then it wouldn’t have mattered, Dabi’s flames would have melted through Fat, Tokoyami, and the building behind them. He really wanted them dead. 5) “OH IT WASN`T A HERO IT WAS ACTUALLY GETTEN-“- Given the series’ themes of unity and teamwork, it’s karmically appropriate that what cost Dabi the perfect victory he was set up to achieve was his own refusal to cooperate with others, resulting in his teammate unleashing a massive attack to try and turn the situation around for his ‘side’ and allowing his cornered targets to flee – and Dabi doesn’t even really seem to care or appreciate the lesson inherent to that. He is many things, but he is not a teamplayer. 6) “At this point it`s being more a battle of attrition, and you`re actually playing into their hands regardless. They have the advantage, the high ground, they can just keep slowly pushing you all back until you succumb. There`s no escape from them if you keep a single and focused front. Diminishing their numeric advantage is not gonna work when they have a lot of crowd control to push back, this is not the goddamn 300.”- True but, Genten is not a large-scale leader like Re-Destro, capable of overseeing a massive organisation. With his leader locked down in the depths, he’s doing the best he can to make sure things aren’t a completely hopeless fight for them, to try and avoid their side getting utterly crushed before they even get started. It might not be the most strategic choice, but, unlike Dabi he is at least trying to keep his allies alive and in the fight. 7) “No Tokoyami, his hands are dirty, that much there is no denying. He did what he had to, there was no other option there unfortunately.

It was right thing to do, but unfortunately that doesn`t mean that it was the good thing to do. He killed to stop more deaths, but that doesn`t mean he won`t regret this forever.”- War is not a place for those with moral standards. It’s a good thing Tokoyami knows hawks enough to know he wouldn’t have done that without a reason, but it still doesn’t change the fact he took a life- and the life of a man who really deserved a second change, but was denied that by the machinations of fate and his manipulative teammate. At the very least, Hawks will regret Twice’s passing far more than Dabi, which is just a cruel irony all told. 8) “Oh that doesn`t sound good to them, what happened? The heroes kept those people isolated, have them opened an entrance to neutralize them with some quirk like midnight`s one?”- Well, it’s technically not really great for anybody, given how single-minded machia’s proven in trying to follow his master’s orders… 9) “FUCKFUCKFUCK

OH GOD NO

HE KNOWS SHIGARAKI IS UP

AND I THINK HE`S ABOUT TO GO AFTER HIM

JESUS FUCK NO”- So, one battlefields got an unstoppable opponent lurking in the depths, and I think the other one is starting to stir over here as well…. 10) “Still, it seems like Dabi`s words have shaken him a bit. Tokoyami was firm on that ideal of the noble, pious hero, and above that, he believed Hawks, the hero he admired the most and who trained him, to be such an example, but now he found out that wasn`t true. Hawks did kill Twice, we can argue that wasn`t something a hero should do, but in the end he didn`t had a choice, it was that or everyone would die. It was horrible, we wish that didn`t happened, but it did, and there`s no going back.

His world certainly got rocked with that revelation. I do believe he will bounce back, but by god, this broken pedestal won`t be fixed so easily. And that`s not even getting on how Hawk`s back got obliterated, and he won`t be able to grow any more feathers.”- It wasn’t enough for Dabi to destroy Hawks mentally in the battle, he even seemed to purposely burn his back specifically to destroy the source of his feathers before trying to kill him, almost as if he wanted to thoroughly eradicate all chances of Hawks the hero ever recovering from this even if he survived. More than anything, Dabi’s treatment of Hawks and Twice shows that he’s got a mean sadistic streak in him lurking underneath his cold exterior, and now he’s finally heating up enough to let it show… @thelreads

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i have this like one hc that pro-hero work involves a lot of traveling, especially in the beginning. they move here for six months and then there for four and then here for 14 and so on, just to get experience out in the field.

so it only makes sense you and bakugou end things, right at the start of his career.

and it's okay. it is. bc you both love each other and you know that, know that it's not ending bc of any huge, terrible fight that makes you enemies of one another. all the memories you'll carry can stay gold, not tarnished by anything other than the bittersweet distance.

getting used to it takes a little time, that's all; before he was your boyfriend, he was your friend, first and foremost. someone you had inside jokes with and had similar interests you could talk to about for hours, things that you only did with him and no one else. things only he knew. and not getting to tell him exciting news about college or ask if he saw the limited edition, golden age all might nendoroid they're releasing at the end of the year...sucks. it feels wrong, like these are things he's supposed to know, no matter what. things you're supposed to talk about.

you call him five months into his eight month nagoya contract and he doesn't answer. you think maybe he changed his number and didn't tell you, bc he doesn't actually have to anymore. bakugou has always been good about self control, keeping to himself, and it wouldn't surprise you if he's written you off without a second thought—bc this is how it's supposed to be when you break up with someone.

it's not until the next day that you get a text, late in the evening.

[9:26 PM] did you mean to call me

of course you did, but maybe you shouldn't have. hearing the line ring over and over again—it's cemented the realization that he's not thinking about you anymore. that he's moved on and you should too and he probably doesn't want to hear whatever if is you want to talk about. he'll probably just think you're weird. clingy.

yeah, but it's nothing important [9:32 PM]

he reads it immediately and—nothing happens. and you think that's it. hopefully you didn't come off too passive aggressive and now he thinks you're mad that he didn't answer. maybe you should have put an emoji, the little smiling one with the hands to show no biggie ! maybe you should have just said that, or that you couldn't remember the name of that hiking trail you did together two summers ago, but then you googled it and didn't need him anymore. or something.

he calls at 10:03.

your heart is in your throat when you pick up, beating like crazy bc you haven't heard his voice in a while. "uh, hello?"

and he hesitates too; his drawn out inhale doesn’t go unnoticed. "hey."

there's a brief period of silence on the line, some light shuffling on his end. sounds of cars passing, the rare honk of what traffic lingers this late at night. the wind scratches by, audible, and you shiver despite being in your own bed. you imagine him under a dim streetlight, fully outfitted.

bakugou huffs, "you called me?"

"yeah," you blink and sit up, though you don't know why. maybe because this needs your full attention, or because you don't want your voice to get muffled by your pillow. "i was just, uh—my roommate. she asked me if i've ever been to gekikara gourmet festival—"

"oh my god."

it's the exasperation in his voice that makes you laugh, so vivid, exactly as you remember it, and you can picture the face he must be making. "i know, i was like 'oh boy, have i'."

"d'you tell her you puked—"

"—with my head between my knees while sitting on that kiddie slide, yes i did."

he snorts, just the way he did as he patted the back of your head that night, awkwardly, standing beside you with a fist at his side. "told you not to try those fucking noodles."

you agree. "they were making even you sweat, i don't know what i was thinking."

it had been one of your first official dates, and you think all the spicy food didn't help with your restless nerves. it always felt stupid, looking back on it, to be so afraid; you'd known bakugou forever, and the only difference between that night and the many you'd spent before as friends was that he'd kissed your temple, lips red from spice and all. it was just bakugou, you thought. what was there to be anxious about?

and now the silence is making your stomach turn.

"yeah," you continue lamely, "nothing important, it just—made me think of you."

he doesn't say anything. if it weren't for the distant slam of something—a trash can lid or car door—you would think he hung up. he's always had a hard time with his words and you don't really even understand why he called instead of texting. if there was something he wanted to say to you, you aren't sure he could.

"so, i guess i'll let you—"

"y'got a roommate now?"

"uh, yeah." something ugly in your stomach wants there to be jealousy in his tone, and you shake your head to be rid of the thought. because it shouldn't matter. "she's in a couple of my classes. big fan of, like, kpop and stuff."

he snorts again and you can imagine the roll of his eyes, bright with amusement despite the frown on his lips. you love that look on him; so content that it felt out of his character, something he wanted to hide. being the cause of it has always been so sweet. "different apartment?"

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909 notes - Posted June 18, 2022

today i am thinking about. like. soulmate/arranged marriage au with bakugou.

it's common to get married once you find your pre-destined other half, bc there isn't anyone else out there for you, anyway, and it takes a little while for you and him to come across one another. late twenties even, and by this time, you're both so sure you're defective and that it will never happen and have given up completely on ever knowing what love is.

(you — a painfully average human being — having to be pried from your car after a minor accident. by pro-hero dynamight. and he touches you and you touch him and an oven timer goes off in your head. some box is checked deep inside your heart. both of you, at the exact same time, think: oh. it's you.

and then you're left standing at an intersection, awkwardly staring at one another as you're swarmed by media and fans and the other driver of the car, who is demanding all your insurance information.)

your wedding night is — boring; you sleep with your back to one another and don't say much beyond half-hearted conversation. he looks angry or deep in thought 99% of the time, frowning, and even though you knew that from seeing him on tv for years, it's more intimidating up close and in your face.

dynamight — bakugou — is gone a lot of the time, with work, leaving you alone in his nice three-bedroom more often than not. it's comforting almost, because you don't particularly feel anything for this man and you're allowed to expand in his space without being under his metallic gaze, making it your own as you please.

it's not unusual for you to fall asleep without him in a big, empty bed, untouched and unbothered — though he doesn't do either even when he's in it. he keeps his distance and you want him to, for now at least; you kissed once during the ceremony and a handful of times after that, when it felt right: after he made you dinner, two weeks into your marriage; when he got in from dubai after being gone for 12 days; you met kirishima and ashido recently — finally, they said — and he'd surprised you in the garage afterwards, leaning a little more into it than he typically does, though you think his two, small glasses of something amber and sweet at dinner might have helped with that.

not this morning though. because you'd been more than half asleep and hadn't even noticed him all night and therefore weren't even prepared to say goodbye. a hand at on your shoulder, maybe, before he left and then —

and then mina called. to tell you what happened. what hospital. how bad it was.

"he's uh—" you're blank, voice lost under the chatter of the emergency room, blinking at the receptionist in surprise. all the beeping and the squeak of shoes across the linoleum, the hurried instruction and calls for clear! are making you — "bakugou, he's uh—katsuki is—"

you're feeling a lot of things, and nothing, all at once. mostly regret, furious with yourself at the simple fact that you didn't even wake up properly to tell him goodbye, to have a nice day, that you never do. it's been almost half a year and you haven't even called him by his first name to his face, haven't given him permission to call you by yours. he's never seen you naked and you've been too scared to know if you even wanted him to.

you've been complacent in the distance and now it's getting further and further, as a machine flatlines just down the hall.

"my wife,"

when you turn, katsuki's standing across the lobby, peeking out from a room that's much quieter, that looks less intense. half of his face is bandaged up and his arm is in a sling, but — he looks —

"she's my wife," he croaks again, and mina appears, too, cringing under the heated glare he gives her. "told you 'm fine."

you feel a lot of things, all at once, but when he fixes you with his sleepy, half-lidded gaze, blinking soft and slow and gentle, you think: oh. of course it's you.

919 notes - Posted September 6, 2022

oh me, oh my, the cowboy bakugou brainrot that i have HAD. i've decided he's perfect for it. 100% has it down pat. whew doggy. can you IMAGINE him in his levi's and his soft cotton tee and his square-toed work boots hello??? HELLO???? and a HAT goodbye

he's like. okay so he's this guy from your teeny home town, right. someone you knew in high-school, maybe weren't friends with but had classes together and had friends of friends of each other. and he was always kind of an asshole and had a truck by the time he was like 16 and never could go out on the weekends or stay out late bc he was always helping his dad. and he never left -- but you did.

and you come back on a random night, for whatever reason, and your old friends take you out to some local bar that you can't believe is still up and open and running and. he's there. little drunk and loud and so fucking handsome. tan from working outside, fit from lifting hay and roping horses and his hands are rough and maybe a little dirty and he's just in a shirt and jeans but god. he looks so good.

and he's so smooth too. all "fancy seein' you here" and "looks like someone grew up right", smells like fresh cut grass and sharp aftershave. pats your hips to get your attention. oh yeah, you're going home with him. no doubt. he still drives that fucking truck, single cab, and before he even can get out of the parking lot, he's got a hand up your shirt and his mouth on yours and he's got to physically strap himself in so he can drive back to his house.

and he's great and rough and you can't believe the best sex of your life is from this country boy from back home. wild.

but. he's still kind of an asshole. and by the morning, he's grouchy and not as smooth and leavin' by the crack of dawn bc he's got shit to do. the little chickens in his yard are talking outside his window while you get dressed, maneuvering around his home as carefully as you can. being in there alone, knowing he's probably ready to be rid of you -- makes you feel like you're doing something wrong. so you call your friend to come get you, sitting on his porch -- that he built himself, by the way -- and just. watching him. out in the field, sheepdog running behind him and the horse he's riding. he's got his hat on bc the sun is fully out by now and beating down on the back of his neck and you can tell he's already sweating.

he lives a little further out of town than you or your friend realized, so you're just waiting when he comes back to sit beside you on the porch, all quiet. his dog comes up too, relishing in all the attention you give him until bakugou pushes him away, telling him to get on.

he doesn't smile as much now that he's sober, just frowns at you. "didn't think i'd see you 'round here again."

the dog comes back and you don't care. you scratch at his fluffy ears anyway. "didn't think you'd notice i was even gone."

he snorts, boots scuffing in his gravel drive as he shifts. "don't be dumb, 'course i noticed."

and you two weren't friends in high-school, hardly ever spoke to one another. maybe saw him in the hallway or thanked him when he opened doors for you. sat in front of him in class or next to him on those rare friday night football games he got to go to, when it was starting to get cold and he would give you the carhart off his own back just 'cause you were shivering and he ran hot anyway.

and he still does, beside you on the porch. when you look up from his dog, he's peering at you with all that heat, tipping his hat up a little to see you better.

"got eggs 'n shit, if you're hungry. if you wanna --" he lifts the bottom of his shirt to wipe at sweat on his brow and yeah. yes. whatever he's gonna say. yes. "if you wanna stay and eat."

good thing you got no phone signal out there, bc you didn't really wanna leave anyway.

1,184 notes - Posted May 16, 2022

look. i just. want to talk about bakugou after your first big fight. bc i think he eventually becomes the type of person that knows when he's being too mean but he still can't stop. like you say one thing in defense to him and he takes it a step too far and immediately thinks, why the fuck did i say that—and then you get angrier and so he gets angrier and his inner monologue is just like shut up shut up shut up shut up before you say something you don't mean literally stop.

and so maybe he leaves, just to cool off.

not in the middle of the fight, but it's not resolved either. there's a lull between the little back and forth quips, all the "well i'm not saying that you—" and the "no, you're fuckin' saying—", the "don't cuss at me, katsuki—" and the "then don't talk to me like 'm—" and then it's silent. he's got more to say and so do you—but at the same time, he's just. over it. whatever started the argument in the first place has been left behind, anger moreso stemming from what's happened since the first shot was taken (by him, of fucking course), and he doesn't want to fight with you of all people. not you.

and the longer he's gone, the more it just spins around and around in his head. everything he said and the way he said it and why he said it, why the fuck did he say it. bakugou is—he's too used to fighting, too good at it bc that's all anyone has ever done with him. that's all anyone has ever shown him, that irritation, that push-back, that quick judgement and eventual avoidance. fed up with it. with him.

by the time he comes home—if he can call it that anymore—he knows it's over. he knows this is the part with the "i just don't think it's working out—" and the "really can't handle this right now—", the "you're an asshole—" and the—

and the worst of all is just the abandonment. the worst of all is when he'll come back to that apartment and you'll just be gone. you'll come and get your things over time, stuffing it all into cardboard until there aren't any traces left. until all that's there is the walls and the carpet and the frame and just. bakugou. alone. again.

but he walks through the door and you're just—there. washing some dishes, folding the laundry, poking at your phone because you can't sit still. and you frown at him with a little crease between your eyebrows, bc you're still mad and he knows this is it, this is when you look him in the eye and you tell him—

"i can't find the tv remote."

".......y'always lose the—the freakin' thing. did you check under the couch?"

"that's the first place i looked."

and you stand up to prove you're not sitting on it and he shakes out the throw blanket you were using and sticks his hand between the couch cushions and he finds a bunch of coins, a sock, that pair of underwear he took off of you the last time he had a night off—and the f—reakin' tv remote.

and you rest your forehead on his chest and you're pouting and you mumble out a, "thanks," even though you probably don't want to. you probably do a lot of things you don't want to do, with him. because of him. things you probably don't want to do anymore because you're fed up. and this is it. this is it.

"i love you, jerk."

when you wrap your arms limply around him, he doesn't say anything. because he can't. he can't shut up when he wants to, and he can't speak up when he wants to, and it's something you're probably tired of, maybe, he's not actually sure, but you let him bury his face into your hair and you pretend you don't notice that he's trembling just a little and that you can feel his racing heartbeat through his back.

bakugou doesn't say anything, because he can't, so you just lean into him a little more and you say,

"still love you."

and you pretend not to hear the deep inhale that he takes or the little groan he lets out, and you pretend not to feel the clench of his jaw or the barely-there wobble of his chin. and you say,

"still gonna choose to love you."

because you don't love him by accident. even with his irritation and his push-back, his smart-ass quips and his angry language. you see it all and you see him and you still say,

"always gonna love you."

and that's how bakugou knows where his home is. what it is. that's how he knows it's you, of all people.

2,514 notes - Posted April 15, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

i keep going back to this thought of like adult, pro-hero, brick-wall-of-a-man bakugou still being just so insecure. like he works hard for his body and he's not stupid, he knows that it's strong and is what it needs to be for his line of work, for being a pro, for protecting those that he loves—but he's always had an issue with...people.

yeah, as an older man, that's fallen away some and he's learned to let go of all the little battles he wants to start, how to ignore challenges that aren't there, but he's still bakugou, and people have this perception of him and his personality and attitude and he knows it's not unfounded, but...what good is there to say about him, really? that he's got a fit body? big fucking whoop.

a hot body isn't what's gonna keep you around.

and it's frustrating, because you smile at him and laugh at the shitty things he says and you forgive him, even when he can't apologize, and you understand the space he just needs sometimes. there are days when he wants to sleep alone because he'd done it all of his life, until you came around, and there are days he doesn't want to speak—to you or anybody—because every little thing is grating on his nerves, there are days when he wants to get out of the house and fuck off to hike, somewhere far without cell service, and only come back once he's sweaty and tired and in need of a shower.

and that's—he's not stupid. who wants to put up with that? him, and all that he entails? all you have to just accept, because he doesn't know how to change it.

it's not as if he doesn't want to spend time with you; some days that's all he wants. your attention, your touch, your little affections, your approval. a reminder that you do still love him, even after everything, and yeah, you say it every night and every morning and before you hang up the phone, but—what about all the times in between? even when he wants to be alone, he still thinks about you, too much maybe, for how much space he's willingly created for himself.

the face you make when you eat something too soon from the oven or when you pretend not to cry at some stupid movie. the shirt you wore last thursday and how well the color looked against your skin. how warm you are first thing in the morning, when he rolls over to make sure you're still there. what you smell like right out of the shower—do you smell like him, on the days you wear his shirts out of the house? does it make you think about him, too, all day? do you even like the way he smells or the way he dresses? how he cuts his hair or the shoes he wears on casual days, when he doesn't have to go work and he's not having dinner with his witch of a mother?

you're...attracted to him. right? gotta be, because if you aren't then all you have is his personality and that—there's just no fucking way. you've gotta be, because you kiss him and touch him and bother him in the shower and sometimes he looks at you across the table and you're giving him this look that drives him fucking crazy and—he's just bad at asking for things, for anything. 'specially for you.

sometimes you make him feel like a virgin fucking schoolboy, that doesn't know how to touch or be touched and so he does petty shit, little things that are supposed to drive you crazy, too. not like he really knows for sure, because the minute you look too long when he's shirtless, he wants to launch his own embarrassing ass off a cliff. he'll never admit to it, but yeah, he eats strawberries that way on purpose, messy while watching you, and he stands at the edge of your bed in a low-slung towel until he's nearly dry, just furthering some mindless conversation so that you'll stay awake and looking at him. when he's at the gym, he'll send a snapchat he took way too long posing for, just to respond with a "yeah", or he'll pretend he doesn't know why it's a big deal that he decided to forgo boxer briefs under his sweatpants.

bakugou wants to be wanted, but he doesn't know how to make himself worth wanting, and doesn't know how to ask either—but he's learning; placing his face between your shoulderblades when he wants you to turn to him in bed, resting his forehead on your knee when he's sorry and can't say why, drawing a heart on a sticky note, quick and shitty, before he has time to get embarrassed, nipping at the skin under your earlobe when he wants you, the blush on his cheeks probably searing into the skin of your neck.

insecure but trying, trusting. isn't that what love is anyway?

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hairuko · 4 years

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You can fix any amount of angst if you replace it with a high school au, right? ….right??

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rikan-oo · 4 years

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Horikoshi likes them. I mean look at Nana, Best Jeanist, Gran Torino, Hawks, Allmight, Sir Nighteye, Endeavor especially Aizawa. Half of them died, the other half might die

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Tbh i really liked the TUM chapter better than the MHA chapter it's sad that there is no shoto or orgin trio combo which is sad but I'm glad we got to see bakugo outside of deku even when deku was around, i think the thunder guy would've been bakugo if he bakugo didn't have the determination to be a hero!! ch 371 was good too I'm looking forward to shoji's hero moment, that octohug scene was my favorite panel XD

Yeah, TUM chapter was pretty neat. I'm kind of getting annoyed with Akiyama that she never thinks about including Shouto in any of the chapters for random panels (we don't even see him catch his guy), but Bakugou is very clearly her big favourite, so he gets tons and tons of fan service from her in TUM. I liked her OC-kid - he had a cool design and it's neat to see the twists.

I think 371 was a pretty nice chapter. I've always like Shoji low-key so I'm glad to see him getting a bit of focus and see just how truly heroic he is. He reminds me a lot of Deku's origin tbh, focusing on the good he can and wants to do, rather than the negatives.

Also, it's good that it's acknowledged that things like discrimination are multi-generation problems that won't get fixed by a nice speech and the unfortunate reality is that how the victims of such discrimination strike back does matter a lot. But also, the power of the individual. Shoji can't make discrimination disappear, but his aspiration to be a cool hero can help changing people's minds is also a valid response.

Also Koda was a nice surprise. I've never liked his design much, but the new spiky head? Looks awesome. I wonder if it's a quirk awakening or if it's an aspect of his quirk he kept hidden because of not wanting to look even more heteromorph than he already is.

#c1a asks #bnha manga spoilers #bnha manga leaks #bnha tum 26 #bnha 271

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imikah098 · 3 years

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Tokoyami vs Dabi but different

#tokoyami #fumikage tokoyami #tokoyami fumikage #bnha #boku no hero academia #mha #my hero academia #bnha tokoyami #dark shadow #bnha 271 #dabi #todoroki touya #touya #touya todoroki #hawks #keigo takami #takami keigo

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sualne · 4 years

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My first thought when I read chapter 271.

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2am-cursed-fanfic · 2 years

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ABRAHAM LINCOLN X SPRUCE TREE

Winning the reelection of 1864 was both an honor and a terror.

I won with a 55% voting percentage, I won so perfectly, it nearly scared me. I think it scares me in some bit of every inch of my body.

The nation is not new I think back to those founding fathers must been terrifying running and governing something so unexplored and unknown, creating something from the ground up. And yet I sit here terrified on something it’s already built and yet I change it. It’s all becoming new again.

I wonder about the changing of the nation.

Freeing slaves upset a lot of people but freed a lot of people, that is much more important. Especially for the war, as my eyes as president I feel it is important.

I smell the forest around me, The trees and the bushes, they truly are all stunning in Pennsylvania. But I suppose everything is beautiful in Pennsylvania.

Currently I live in Illinois, but I love the weeks my wife spends with her sisters up here.

I usually get left alone in the cabin for days simply because my wife wants to spend all the time with her sisters and as president I feel I need to take a break whenever I need. Includes from my in-laws.

Log cabin I staying is very secluded, I almost feel lonely if the bustling trees didn’t remind me The sound of nature that is alive all around me.

Today I walk through the forest and the trees are all golden from the sun setting. I have tretted the forests around my house millions of times. Memorizing every bush borough and logs around. But still I am mesmerized for the beauty that enhances nature. Especially the trees.

I can name them all the sugar maple, the northern red oak, the eastern red cedar, hemlock, and even the hackberry trees. But I believe my favorite is the simple spruce trees. The thin and scaley bark, the evergreen color, the height, the build, and probably my favorite thing about the trees the size, because of course they aren’t only tall and strong but from the tips to the roots they are big in radius.

Ever since I was young spruce trees always fascinated me. I would spend hours just feeling the trunk and counting as many needles as I could. Just hiding under the shade gave me some sort of comfort and a feeling I couldn’t express whenI was younger.

I stand now walking between the trees getting closer to a patch of spruce trees. I have my axe in hand but I don’t need any more firewood, I just need something to cure my boredom. I get to the clearing and now I’m surrounded by spruce trees. All looking beautiful and radiant in the disappearing sun, and yet one catches my eye.

I have been to this clearing before but I swear I’ve never seen this tree before. The green of the street is more radiant than the others, with the others green being more cadmium green but this one more properly castleton, it stood out from the crowd. The branches were even it was perfectly symmetrical, being a naturally nature, A complex structure on its own.

The way it stood there, so strong and bold, I dared to touch the Pineneedles, The wonderfully colored Pineneedles.

When I touched it, I felt the shiver down my spine like being struck by lightning with a key in my hand. I’ll take this one back to my cabin. I grabbed my axe, but I didn’t dare go for the trunk, no it was much too precious for that. I went to the base of the tree and cut around the roots and when I was ready I pulled it from the earth with all the strength I could muster.

“I’m going to take good care of you,” I found myself saying out loud, gently lifting the tree into my arms, for a moment I felt like the tree shivered too.

The walk back to my cabin was both quick and slow. The sun made me feel as if I was going quickly as the day was ending, but still I feel impatient to get back to the sanctity of my cabin and to make a new home for the spruce tree there.

When I got to the cabin, that’s when time truly felt as if it was slowing, as if opening the copper door knob was The most time consuming activity on the planet. And the door flung open though I could only push the spruce tree inside, feeling so impatient of my growing solitude.

I ran into the house, laying most of the spruce onto my bed and letting the other half fall onto the ground, having the Pineneedles spread amongst my floor. Seeing the beauty draped onto my bedsheets, I could not control myself any longer, I started ripping at the buttons on my shirt.

With the fury of the moment I could see the branches of the tree trembling with excitement for me. I already felt as if my pants were too tight, but in that moment they felt suffocating, and ironically in that cabin I felt as everything turned wood.

I undid my belt with lighting speed, and unbuttoned my pants and let them fall to the floor. My underwear needed no persuasions they felt the floor too.

My dick is throbbing, I want that tree inside of me and make me feel like this cabin is heaven on earth. Hop onto the bed, i’m getting to position, laying my head gently on the pillow.

“ are you ready?” I say to me or the tree I don’t know, I don’t care as I grab the tree by it’s base and pull it into me and my dick gets trapped in the branches. It feels so good, I began to pull it in and out of me, thrusting making my entrance and dick fucked by the spruce tree.

I moan loudly the longer I do it, the needles adds a sensual experience to the feeling of being fucked by a spruce tree. I’m not finished. But I speed the thrusting, and I feel like I’m getting close. I breath with the thrusts and suddenly “Ohah-“ I scream as I orgasm.

The tree covered in my cum, I breath well coming down, then I start to realize a strange feeling in my hole it feels sticky and in me. I wonder what it is, it doesn’t feel bad my any means but what could it be?

I touch the branches they tremble, oh now I see,

“You think since I make a mess on you, you can make a mess in me with your Sap?”

The needles prick at the sound of my demanding voice.

“ well I’ll tell you what My gift of nature, i’ll let you do that again if we go all night.”

The branches seem to move up and down nodding almost begging for yes. And with that I hope my wife test come back for weeks, as I bobble that tree on my dick for hours and hours until we mean the sun again.

You know they call me honest Abe, but maybe some secret should stay with the woods.

I don’t know why I did this, but it exists now you’re welcome.

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