#i-film-bnha-part-time

[makeste]

Plus One For All

so guys. can we talk about how there’s somebody chilling out inside of Katsuki’s mind who’s not supposed to be there.

hello there Mister All Might Vestige sir. you should not exist, just FYI. you’re not some Nighteye-type plot hallucination. because if you were, you would not be appearing here as Cloud Might, a version of yourself whom Katsuki has never met and has no frame of reference for. ergo he did not imagine you. ergo you are, in fact, real.

which means Katsuki has One For All.

because that’s the only way he could have a Vestige -- which is indisputably what this is -- inside of him. he has OFA. so. where did he get it. how does he have it. and why is it only making its presence known now.

let’s discuss.

okay so I’m going to try and lay this all out as clearly as possible while also attempting to be as succinct as I can. but knowing me, I’m probably going to wind up sacrificing the latter in pursuit of the former. I’ll do my best though. here goes.

1. Heroes Rising is canon.

which is a fact we’ve recently been reminded of not once, but twice -- first with the appearance of Katsuma and Mahoro in chapter 405, and then in chapter 406 with the “Bakugou no Kacchan” callback. the timing of this almost certainly isn’t coincidental. Horikoshi wants this to be fresh in our minds.

mind you, it is extremely unusual for movies, even technically!canon ones, to actually be relevant to the plot. but BnHA may be one of the few exceptions. we’ve already seen movie 1 impact the series both with Star & Stripe’s backstory, and with Deku’s new gauntlets. so there’s precedent, and it’s something I am paying very close attention to.

2. Deku giving OFA to Bakugou is canon.

just in case anyone here hasn’t yet seen or been spoiled for Heroes Rising, that is in fact what happens in that film! so yeah, that certainly seems like an extremely relevant detail right about now.

3. we never found out why and how Deku got OFA back at the end of the movie.

okay so I was looking for a clip to link before we discuss this next part, but I unfortunately couldn’t find one that hadn’t been edited to avoid copyright issues, so you’ll just have to make do with this.

skip ahead to about 7:10 for the relevant part. for the purposes of this theory, we’re just going to ignore everything All Might says here, because tbh he has no fucking clue what’s actually going on and is just guessing wildly lol. however, I do want you to take note of one thing which will be important later. and that’s the fact that, when OFA “returns” to Deku’s body, it’s only his body which starts glowing, and notably not Kacchan’s. the latter just keeps lying there unglowingly. nothing to indicate any kind of transfer is actually happening between him and Deku, in other words.

moving on.

4. OFA and AFO are probably the same quirk.

as summarized here and here. which is relevant because if they are the same quirk, or close to it, then OFA can most likely do anything AFO can do. so file that away for later.

5. AFO was able to split his quirk and give it to Tomura while still keeping a piece of it for himself.

what’s more, he was able to do the same with Garaki/Ujiko’s quirk, and presumably other quirks as well. while it’s possible that this quirk duplication has nothing to do with AFO and is simply something Garaki was able to figure out using ~*~Science~*~, I think it’s more likely that the two of them used AFO’s quirk in some way to accomplish this feat. particularly since Tomura not only received AFO, but a bunch of its stored up quirkdata as well, such as the information stored in Ragdoll’s stolen Search quirk.

6. OFA responds to Deku’s feelings and desires.

or at least this is the case according to Banjou in chapter 213. recall this interesting conversation on how Deku first activated Blackwhip.

he was thinking that he wanted to capture Monoma, and so OFA obediently activated his “capture Monoma” quirk. despite him being unaware he even had said quirk. it responded to his need, even though he wasn’t consciously trying to activate anything.

now then, let’s revisit that scene in Heroes Rising one more time.

7. during the climax of Heroes Rising, Deku was NOT thinking, “I need to give OFA to Kacchan.”

here’s the scene one more time for reference. this time you’re gonna want to skip to about 3:57.

here’s where we are going to get extremely technical, because this scene right here is the key to everything. Deku’s lines in this scene are, and I quote: “a way we can protect [everyone]... there’s just one way...!” but he very notably does not specify exactly what that “one way” is.

until we get to this scene a minute or so later, which spells it out for us very clearly.

two One For Alls. as in, “with two One For Alls, we could win this battle and save everyone.”

that’s what he was thinking at the moment of the “transfer.” NOT, “give OFA to Kacchan.” but, “we need two One For Alls.”

which, I think, may have made all the difference.

8. OFA created a copy of itself to share with Kacchan, so that both of them could have OFA and use the two OFAs to defeat Nine.

let’s recap. OFA is AFO. AFO can clone itself. so it stands to reason that OFA can presumably clone itself as well. and that’s exactly what Deku wanted to do. make a second One For All.

he didn’t know that he could do that. but as previously established in the Blackwhip incident, OFA is more than capable of making its own executive decisions in key moments just like this in order to help him out.

which would mean that what we saw at the end of Heroes Rising was not OFA being transferred from Bakugou back over to Deku. it was actually just Deku’s OFA briefly self-activating (possibly in response to his delirious apology to All Might -- kind of a “no worries bro, you’ve still got your quirk actually, so go back to sleep and stop stressing over it” type of thing). and Kacchan’s OFA doing... absolutely nothing. it didn’t actually transfer back into Deku. it didn’t actually go anywhere.

let me repeat that: it didn’t actually go anywhere.

in other words, Kacchan still has OFA. and has had it ever since Heroes Rising. he just didn’t realize it. and neither did anybody else.

9. Kacchan’s OFA went dormant once Nine was defeated.

okay, so. remember all of this exposition from chapter 304?

basically, if someone who already has a quirk receives OFA, using it will slowly destroy their body until it kills them. the Vestiges learned this from All Might while he was researching the past generations of OFA in chapter 241, incidentally. Heroes Rising takes place right around this same time (immediately following MVA if I recall). so by the time the film’s climax rolled around, the Vestiges would have known that giving OFA to Kacchan could have devastating consequences down the line if they did not take action immediately after the fight.

so they did.

once Nine was defeated, the Vestiges shut the whole thing down. the crisis was averted, and they no longer had need of a second OFA. they have this boy who is way too similar to Deku in terms of his willingness to put himself in harm’s way in order to achieve his goals. and they absolutely do not want any harm befalling this boy. more on that momentarily.

so they go dark. and they even seal his memory so that he’s no longer aware of even having the quirk. they are essentially in sleep mode. and if circumstances hadn’t eventually become desperate enough to force their hand, they might have remained inactive for the rest of Katsuki’s life.

now, you might be wondering to yourself, “why is OFA willing to go to such unusual lengths in order to protect Katsuki?” and well, the answer to that is pretty simple.

10. Kacchan does not have the same version of OFA as Deku.

Deku is ninth gen. Katsuki, however, is tenth gen. which means that his version of OFA has one additional Vestige. a Vestige whose presence immediately explains why OFA is so goddamn determined to protect him at all costs.

:’)

long story short, while Deku’s version of OFA has proven itself all too willing to enable him in his increasingly suicidal mission, Katsuki’s version of OFA is very much a different story, on account of it being under the management of what I’m guessing is the most willful Vestige ever to exist. and said management being just the slightest bit unhinged when it comes to Katsuki’s safety in particular. seriously, you can’t tell me this is not exactly how a Deku!Vestige would behave. “oh hell no. no OFA for you!! and no memories either, because you can’t be trusted, goddammit. we never should have done this. what the hell were we thinking. if anything happens to him I will kill everyone in this room and then myself.”

so yeah. dormant.

right up until they literally couldn’t afford to be anymore.

11. OFA can self-activate in moments of crisis to protect its user.

Sports Festival. chapter 33. Deku vs. Shinsou.

aw yeah. it’s all coming together.

12. OFA reactivated itself in order to save Katsuki’s life.

I would now like to briefly draw your attention to this scene from chapter 405, in which Edgeshot explains how Katsuki was finally saved. please note my man is very clear that he did not restart Katsuki’s heart himself. he was basically just performing quirk CPR up until Katsuki’s own quirk returned him to life apropros of nothing.

“what brought you back... was the power you’ve honed.”

except... that should have been impossible. because Katsuki was dead. meaning he should not have been able to activate his quirk on his own, on account of the whole “being dead” thing.

however, if he by chance had a quirk with just enough of a mind of its own to activate in critical situations in order to help its user. situations like being forced under mind control. or, perhaps, being stabbed through the heart. well then. that would certainly go a long way towards explaining all of this.

and oh hey, when exactly was it that we saw this guy, again?

oh? it happened at the exact moment when his heart was stabbed through? you don’t say. well that certainly is interesting.

in summary:

Deku cloned his quirk in Heroes Rising and gave Kacchan a copy of OFA. owing to the hyperprotective Deku!Vestige inside Kacchan’s copy of OFA, it shut itself down once Nine was defeated, and all of Katsuki’s memories of having OFA were deliberately wiped, or sealed away. OFA itself remained inactive until TomurAFO stabbed Katsuki through the heart, at which point OFA was forced to reactivate itself to save his life. which it did, by forcibly restarting his heart.

that’s it. no idea how close to the money any of this is, but I think it would explain most of the lingering mysteries and questions about what exactly is going on with Katsuki. and I’ll throw in one last observation as well -- Katsuki has a nine in his name (BaKUgou), but not a ten. which I know sort of contradicts what I was saying earlier about him being the tenth gen, lol. but he both is and isn’t. if Deku split his quirk, Kacchan would in theory receive everything that’s currently in Deku’s quirk right now, and that includes Deku’s own power that he’s been adding to the mix. so he’d still have the Deku!Vestige. but he’s also still ninth gen, because he and Deku are sharing that distinction now. or at least I think the argument could be made at any rate.

so yeah. I’ve been obsessing over all of this for the past few days lol. what do you guys think?

#bakugou katsuki #midoriya izuku #one for all #bnha meta #bnha theory #bakugou meta #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #makeste reads bnha #it's also possible that I put way too much thought into this and in actuality katsuki is just using the OFA embers #or something else along those lines #we'll see lol #but in the meantime it's fun to speculate

[yanderenightmare]

i want yandere bully bakugou but like redemption kinda? like, after becoming a pro hero he tries asking darling out and treats her nicely and stuff, trying to make up for being a bully, but still yandere and kinda toxic???

BNHA ! FIC

Bakugou Katsuki x darling

TW: yandere, NSFW, dubcon, bullying, manipulation WC: 3.5k

GIRLFRIEND

Normally, it would be strange to ask yourself why you’re someone’s girlfriend. But in your case, given who your boyfriend is, it would be weird not to doubt why. 

Part of the answer is that you wouldn’t know how to tell him no. 

But… more the question is,

why would he even ask you in the first place?

Try as you might, you couldn’t remember Kachan ever being interested in you in that way. Between calling you a quirkless flat-chested snot-nosed loser extra and telling you how your freckles made you look like you’d been rolling around in shit, he’d not once made you feel as though he was attracted to you in any way.

It had been nearly five years since your high school graduation. The last time you’d seen him. Other than on the news or posters on every corner of the city. Where in that time, he’d gone and made himself a renowned pro-hero. While you… 

Well… you’d made your own valid achievements. Though… not nearly amounting to anything as impressive as him.

Which was one of the big reasons why you felt so out of your depth. But not the only reason. And certainly not the main one.

You weren’t convinced it was Kachan when he’d first approached you. Something between meeting a celebrity and a ghost and some other thing you couldn’t quite put your finger on. Something that somewhat reminded you of the feeling of visiting someone in prison, you bet.

Granted, he, no doubt, still looked like Kachan. Though older, stronger, and taller now, he was still that ash-blonde red-eyed boy you used to know. 

It was still Kachan. With his signature straightforward thoroughness and, though more refined and with some resemblance of calm now, that same old brashness of his lurking beneath the trained attitude. It didn’t go unnoticed by you, nor did how his eyes demanded your attention, despite your wish to act like you didn’t recognize him.

You had expected him to growl at you, to laugh and mock you for working at a café, no mind to you being the assistant manager, as you were sure such a feat had no sway with someone as important as him. You’d in the least, if not the former, believed him to ignore you with a sneer. But, though he smirked, it wasn’t a smirk you were any used to. In fact, you’d actually go so far as to call it a smile.

He was still Kachan, but he'd become strange. A stranger, actually. A strange stranger who asked you out. Which is what made him so very strange a stranger to begin with. 

But not entirely a stranger as you were still, despite having grown up, a little afraid of what he’d do if you turned him down.

You thought he was joking at first. Playing his same old cruel schoolyard pranks despite being a full-grown man, not to mention one of the highest-ranking pro heroes in japan. But, for a mere joke, he sure seemed serious. Holding up the coffee line in wait for your answer, with fans recognizing him and looking at you as though you were insane for not answering and even more hardcore fans looking at him as though he was insane for asking you.

At least a dozen were filming. And the cardboard coffee cup ached more and more in your palm the longer you waited.

You didn’t really have a choice. 

Did you?

Your first date was a lot more expensive a taste than what you were used to. In fact, you realized you weren’t really used to being pampered at all. 

You felt underdressed even in the leather seats of his car and even more when the gold lighting of the restaurant dawned on you. 

Your breath thinned as you found yourself stared at by what felt like absolutely everyone as the two of you were led to your table overlooking the city.

Kachan noticed your flighty gaze and how you shared fluttering looks with the other people surrounding you and the marble floor, though never with him.

“You can’t blame them.” He said. And your doe-eyes finally returned his stare with an adorably puzzled look of your own. “Your own fault for looking like that.”

You paused, first instincts telling you how it in no way was a compliment, before realizing you were being silly before further deciding how it didn’t really matter. “It’s you they’re staring at. They’re just wondering who I am to be here with you.” You dismissed shyly, chewing the inside of your cheek. “And frankly, Kachan… so am I.”

He smiled, and you, without knowing how else you should respond, stilled in suspense until potentially prompted to move.

You were nervous enough around him from before without him acting so strangely, without him giving you those unfamiliar yet somewhat pleasant smiles you hadn’t even seen him use when addressing his fans on TV.

You would even go so far as to say he seemed to be admiring you. Or… you wouldn’t really know what to call it. 

A blush of drunkenness rouged his cheeks and sugared his eyes after the third glass of wine, and you wouldn’t be surprised if he’d noticed the same had happened to you.

You were a cute drunk, he thought. While a small quirk played in the corner of his lips on account of the heavy hoods pulled on over your eyes, and how your lips struggled to keep close and instead formed a pout so kissable, he was struggling not to reach over and take the offer.

But, not wanting to scare you away, he exercised restraint. On your behalf, because fuck knows you wouldn’t have done or said anything to stop him. He can see it on you even now. You haven’t got it in you. You never have. And you probably never will.

He asked you about your things. Knowing how you’ve heard about him from the news and every other channel and platform. Acting like your answers somewhat surprised him even though he’s been keeping close tabs on you as the media has on him. Probably even more so.

You’d put on a dress for him. It was nothing special compared to what he’d seen others wear at hero galas, but the thought alone was sweeter and more intoxicating than the wine in his glass. 

To think, he could just lift the frill and see you. Touch you. Feel you. He probably would have if he were still your bully, but over the expanse of his hero training, he’d realized he wasn’t any such silly thing as your enemy.

No… Pro-Hero Dynamight may have his admirers and his foes, but as for the man behind the mask.

Bakugou Katsuki,

is your number-one fan.

And he wasn’t embarrassed by it anymore. He wanted you to know it, wanted to smother you with it. He loved you. He wanted you. He needed you.

And he’d make sure no one else would dare even think about taking you from him. 

And he’d make sure the thought wouldn’t dare cross your mind either.

He announced your relationship in interviews, had it written on all his platforms, and told every single one of his pining fans. It hadn’t even been a week since you met, and he’d already claimed you before the world, and you…

Well, you didn’t really know what the fuck you were doing.

You’d been ambushed and stormed into surrender before you even knew what was happening. All that was left now was to try and… well… make peace with it. 

Kachan was like a new person. You were unsure whether that was a fact or just you trying to convince yourself you don’t feel his old self in how he brazenly puts his hands on you. Having you swallow your own shaky breaths as he wraps his heavy, hefty, muscled arms around your much smaller body.

Or how you fear being bitten, swallowing your heart, when he leans down to kiss you.

Even now, a week into your relationship, you’re still on edge. Awkwardly regarding yourself in his bathroom mirror. The one-week anniversary present he’d gotten for you lying open on the glass counter. 

Pretty shades of chiffon were still left inside the expensive box as you’d taken its primary contents and layered your naked self with them.

Dewdrops from your shower disturbed your reflection. Though within the streaks you’d made with your hand, anyone could see how clearly uncomfortable you were. Dressed in the new set of clothes he’d gotten you. 

Or… 

Clothes was a generous term for it as it was nothing more than silky lingerie. 

Rich red lined your skin in sexy floral patterns as the sheer lace perfectly caressed your curves in expensive designer you could never afford and transparent in a way you would never dare buy for yourself even if you could.

And along with the looming disorienting surreal understanding that your childhood bully was no doubt expecting to fuck you tonight, your chest felt tight, and your head was so horridly hot, reeling with memories, flashes in the reflection of the mirror staring back at you. Times you’d cry your eyes out for hours looking at yourself because the boy on the opposite side of the door had you convinced you were the ugliest thing in the entire world.

The dinner you’d shared together earlier must have made you sick since you could taste blood on your tongue, or perhaps it was just the hopeless situation. Nevertheless, you feared that if you left the safety of the bathroom now, you might just vomit from the fever. Or faint-

“You pass out in there?” Came a loud knock on the door, shaking you from your thoughts and reminding you to breathe again. “Come on out, I wanna see you. I don’t care if it’s a little tight.” He ordered, in a voice similar to the schoolyard punk that sometimes still haunts your dreams. Though now belonged to the man he’d grown into, the one waiting for you on his bed just behind the door.

You bit your lip, brows crinkling, a small sigh leaving you in the pitiful form of a whimper before you swallowed a mixture of pride and anxiety. Ripping your gaze from yourself, you made to unlock the door and reveal yourself.

You couldn’t look at him, but looking down at yourself was equally embarrassing, where you stood nearly naked in the nippy air of his bedroom while he, still fully dressed with suit and tie, sat patiently or impatiently waiting for you to come closer.

“Fuck-” He groaned, his tongue gracing the top row of his teeth as his eyes drank in the pretty sight of your perfect body all dressed up for him. 

You were too pretty to be this shy. But then again, that was probably his fault. 

“Come ‘ere.” He urged, wringing his blazer off and loosening his tie before throwing it to the single chair placed in the corner of the room, keenly watching as you took your small cautious steps until you were just within reach, where his hands hungrily pounced for you. 

His hot course fingers touched your skin with greed. Grabbing into your soft flesh, he pulled you to him. Having no reservations about what and how he touched, as his entire hand squeezed your ass like you were playdough.

“Sit.” He ordered while tugging you down on his lap. His thick arm wrapped around your waist as you sat on him like Santa. Fingering the straps of lace at your hip, he stared at your cute nipples through the see-through lace of your bra.

He popped open the first few buttons to his dark burgundy shirt, finding himself getting hotter, and you had to bite your lip at how tight the smooth silk of it was around his muscles and how warm he was against your naked skin. 

He hugged you closer against his chest, and your breathing thinned again into a tiny gasp, making him show teeth. “So skittish-” He chuckled, his voice softly amused while kneading your thigh in his toasty and textured palm. “You still afraid I'm gonna push you around like back in middle school?” He asked with a grin, his hot breath fanning against your neck while his lips ghosted the peachfuzz of your cheek.

You fidgeted with your hands on your lap, squeezing your thighs tighter together. Eyes bashfully staring down at the large bruise-knuckled paw petting your knee. Scars littered it like a cutting board.

“Come on…” He drawled as his hand lifted, leaving your thigh cold in its absence, where he made to handle your chin and cheek for you to look at him. “I ain't that shitty anymore, am I?”

You wiggled a bit on account of his raw ruby-red eyes connecting with your shy gaze. Ears on fire since teased by the smooth tone his voice had slipped into, surprised by how it slithered around your pounding heart and pooled in your gut and tickled your cunt where you sat on the bump on his slacks that only hardened the more you squirmed.

“No need to be scared, princess. I don’t bite like I used to. I promise~” He blew against your lips. “I've matured.”

The nickname princess sounded so similar to something else he used to call you. The memory of it taking an equal toll on your body as his touches, further making you shiver on goosebumps while his hand dipped from caressing your face to stroking the soft skin of your neck. Slipping between the valley of your breasts until he settled for cupping one of the two in his hand. Playing with the lace while teasing the visible nipple beneath, smiling once it perked beneath his fingertips.

“You've matured too, huh?” He added, his lips at your ear, ticklish and warm, making your head drum, a tiny squeak leaving you once he flicked your earlobe with his tongue. “You used to look like a little boy before.” He laughed, and you bounced and swallowed thickly as his hand dropped down to your lap again. This time close to your panty, where your thigh was fattest and most sensitive.

The other hand remained at your hip and pulled you even tighter against him while the former stroked the plush chunk of flesh, visibly getting drunk on your softness where his breath had become rugged with restraint.

“I mean, I didn't even think of you as a girl before you started wearing those cute little school skirts.” He reminisced. 

Elementary school…

When new uniforms separated boys from girls and you from him. 

“You fucked us up with that, y'know?” He scolded, giving you a harder squeeze. “You were one of the guys, and then, boom-” He tsked. “Suddenly, such a tease.”

Your brows furled as your lips pursed into a pout, while your stomach started to fold in all types of uneasy ways by the even darker shift in his tone. 

“Too pretty to play in the mud.” He scoffed in a whisper, his nose bumping your temple as you bowed your head even lower, swallowing thickly while suppressing the familiar urge to cry and beg him to stop. Almost expecting him to bite you. “Too pretty for me.”

“Ow-” His hands pinched you just a bit too recklessly, and you popped up from your seat on his lap with a jolt and a wince. 

“Sorry.” He offered lazily, keeping his hold on you. 

Spreading his thighs, he pulled you between them. 

“It’s hard to control myself.” He excused, his hands lowering on your waist as he leveled his head with your belly before crouching forward to cuddle you with his cheek. “You're just so fucking perfect.” He mumbled while giving the pinch mark on your thigh a kiss, his stubble scratching the delicate skin found there.

His words made your head ache, splitting you between contradicting emotions for him, tormenting you to the point that tears pooled in your eyes and slipped down your cheeks, dripping onto his shirt.

“Don’t cry.” He murmured while his warm worn thick fingers snaked about in between your spread legs and dragged heavily up the thin fabric protecting your cunt.

And despite everything, you still moaned out, though a somewhat feeble whine. And he voiced in another rumbling tone soaked with lust he no longer could contain.

“Let me make it up to you.”

You were a second later thrown down on your back with a bounce on the bed, where he undid the intricacies of your lace-up in a matter of split-felt moments like the single beat of your galloping heart. 

“I know you don’t trust me.” He added amidst the heat of his actions. “But I love you, princess-” He urged while kneeling near the bed-end, throwing your thighs over his shoulders. “And I’m gonna prove it to you.”

No part of you was ready for him, but at the same time, all of you were too accepting. With the moan that spilled from your chest like overfilled honeycomb and how your hands stilled in surrender at the feel of his hot eager tongue meeting your cunt.

His spikey ashen hair tickled your thighs as the stubble on his chin and cheeks lightly scratched you with every word of worship his lips mouthed into your core. And your chest arched off the bed as you lost your mind to what you’d gotten yourself into.

Torn between fear of him and lust for him, wondering if you had any pride left in you whatsoever or if he’d finally tightened the chokehold and squeezed it free of any life.

His tongue focused on your clit as he raised a hand between you, filling you with one of his thick fingers. Smirking against your heat at the feel of you clenching on him.

He saw you grip the sheets in tiny fists and looked up to see you trying to hide your embarrassment in his pillows. Chuckling, he added another finger and listened to you whimper out a moan with an involuntary buck of your hips.

He began unbuttoning the rest of his shirt with his free hand, bottom to the top, wrestling it off with somewhat of a handicapped struggle. Growing impatient as he moved down to unzip himself, pulling down the restraints before tugging on his own needy arousal. With precum spilling in pearls from his head, the pent-up beast sprung with a surge against his abs as he jerked himself and continuously gorged on you. 

He dropped his pants and boxers entirely as he made to crawl on top of you, sloppy kisses laid in wet trails up your body while his fingers slipped from your cunt so both hands could grab into your soft thighs and spread them to each side of his torso until you felt the weight of his throbbing cock bob against your belly.

You looked down to see it blushed red and wet with arousal, swollen into a threat and pumped to attack you. He noticed your stare and how he made you squirm, prompting him to grab your chin and have you look up at him instead.

You were the tiniest thing beneath him. And under the shade of his dark red eyes, you had your heart in your throat as well as a never-ending thrum of whimpers.

“You ready for me, princess?” He asked with a kiss to your lips, smeared wet across your cheek to nip at your neck.

And though you were anything but certain, you still made to tell him what he wanted to hear. But, with his hot mouth softly biting all the weak spots on your throat, you could only hum in return. However, managing to give a slight nod while your hands lifted from the sheets. Caressing the warm toughness topping you, your gentle fingers slid over the toned muscles of his back, tangling themselves into the short ashen locks at his neck while your legs wrapped around his torso. 

All in an effort to tell him yes, as you were all but rendered speechless by the delicate way he handled you. 

You were as cute and timid with humility as always, he thought, like a breath of fresh air and clear blue skies after breaching the rubble and smoke of battle.

He cupped your breast in one hand, teasing your nipple between his thumb and index, and grabbed himself with the other. Rubbing his cockhead over your pearl and dipping in between your folds. 

He pushed inside, and you whined, tensing at the stretch, and he stopped as though worried. 

“You okay?” He asked, and your heart leaped while he messaged your hip in encouragement until you relaxed again before continuing.

He dug his hands into your thighs, spreading you wider as he bottomed out inside you. And your toes curled with your moan as you clenched around him, his teeth gritting at the tight fit while groaning right at your ear.

“Fuck-” He sighed, his lips ghosting your cheekbones as his eyes scanned your pretty face. Hugging onto him with your hands, with your legs pulling him closer. Moaning so sweetly, small little mews just for him.

He could never get enough of those sounds.

He was going to wait at least a month. He figured that would be enough time. Enough time to make all the right moves. He was going to date you, breed you, reunite you with his parents, reintroduce himself to yours, have you move in with him, and then endgame.

But with the ring box in the drawer right next to the bed, he thought he might as well…

There was no way you’d say no anyway. 

You’ve already let him get this far. 

There is just no way…

No way you’d dare. 

tip-jar: Kofi

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[nanamimizz]

tags: reader is a big cry baby, aizawa and reader are married, gen reader, reader wears mascara, eri is confused and concerned, i need something fluffy after the misery bnha is putting me through rn

synopsis: graduation comes and aizawa is beyond happy.

aizawa shouta laughs when class 1-a graduates.

he’s overjoyed, elated and bursting with pride. he watches them line up in their uniforms, bright eyed and smiling ever after everything that they had gone through. he doesn’t even get a tear out because you’re at his side bawling like a newborn.

your face is in your hands and you’re sniffling loudly, tears making through through the cracks of your fingers. you spent all day getting ready and now you’re face is soaking wet with tears and snot. he hands you the handkerchief that was folded in the pocket of his suit and pats your back. eri looks up at you with eyes that filled with more concern than curiosity.

“here, come on they haven’t even gotten their diplomas yet and you’re already crying.” he says, voice softened by affection. you wipe at your face with the soft material, mascara streaks making you look like a raccoon. he bits back a chuckle.

“are you okay?” eri asks from her place at your side, little hands gripping your jacket. you nod your head and take gulps of air. you hiccup and wipe your eyes again.

“i’m-i’m just so h-happy. that they made it.” you look at shouta and he smiles - even with your lip wobbly and your face scrunched up from your happy sobs you still are the prettiest person he’s ever seen.

“they made it shouta.” he blinks back his own tears. the scars still ache but they have healed. his students have bloomed wonderfully, chasing the sun despite the hardships. he glances back at them - he can see midoriya’s nervous face and can hear bakugou’s shouts. iida’s rigid regard for etiquette and todoroki’s monotone voice cutting through. even on a day like today they are still causing a ruckus in there section.

they are his pride and joy.

“yes, they have. they will go only further from here.” he says and if you didn’t know shouta they way you know him, you’d miss the soft crack in his voice. but you know shouta like the palms of your hands and you know there’s a part of him that cracks at the fact that they aren’t his anymore.

“shouta please d-dont cry cuz then i’ll cry-“, you can even finish your sentence before another sob is heaved from your chest. he can’t help but laugh - you’ve never been one to cry in public events, the only time he can remember is your wedding and you had scampered off the altar to cool off before coming back.

“don’t laugh at me!” you almost whine and shouta truthfully can’t help himself but chuckle at your watery expression - you looked like a baby seal on the ice from that documentary you made him watch with you. he wipes your tear tracks and mascara lines, tucks a stray piece of hair behind your ear.

“sorry for laughing, it’s just humorous to see you like this. the last i saw you like this is during our wedding.” what he thinks would soothe only make you cry more.

“why would you bring up the happiest day of my life on the 2nd most happiest day of my life when i’m already crying!” whatever you say next is blurred, the film of the memory continuing and aizawa shouta can only think about how happy he is right now, and how happy he will be when he tells hizashi about how you bawled like a baby before the ceremony even started.

#lamb.writes #aizawa x reader #aizawa fluff #bnha x reader #bnha fluff #i watched the ep today and i needed to write aizawa at class 1-a’s grad #i wrote this with monty in mind because we r both emo #over this guy and his students

[lexxiie]

Hello!! I just want to say that I LOVE your headcanons for bnha as fathers.

I was wondering if you could do scenarios of them as parents. Like, cute moments they have wit their children? I totally understand if you don't want to since it's pretty much the same thing but I just loved it so much and can't get enough

Have a great day!

WHEN THEY ARE FATHERS pt.2

ahsjksksk. Anon, I wanted to do this when I first wrote the headcanons, but I figured it was better not to do that I could explore more possibilities, so thanks for requesting this.

Part 1

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Featuring: Shigaraki, Dabi, Hawks, Overhaul.

TOMURA SHIGARAKI

You were startled by the sudden scandal coming from the living room, hurriedly heading to where the noise was coming from, only to find your son wearing his cape, standing over the head of the couch, and threatening Tomura as he pointed to the kid with a plastic gun.

You knew Tomura wasn't fond of the "hero" play. He was making a big effort by not discouraging your child whenever he said he wanted to be a hero once he gets older, by even playing with him, pretending to be the villain.

You were taken out of your thoughts as your son jumped off the couch towards his dad. Both men hit the floor, the youngest one standing on his father's chest, claiming victory. The big bad villain had been defeated.

Tomura opened one of his eyes, momentarily breaking his act to look at you, smiling subtly. You could see a man that was genuinely happy with his life when you looked at him.

DABI | TOUYA TODOROKI

You had just woke up from a nap. You couldn't sleep for too long anyway, not while knowing that Touya and your son would have time to plot against you, as they always do. You checked the clock, realizing you had only been asleep for about thirty minutes. They surely hadn't had enough time to burn the house down.

You could hear both children of them playing in the living room as you headed to the laundry room, surely the clothes you had left drying were already done.

While opening the door, cold water fell all over you. Those little devils. They immediately broke down laughing as they rushed to the laundry room, seeing you literally soaking wet, clapping their hands together as they triumphantly admired their masterpiece, laughing even harder as your face contorted in pure rage.

"Seriously, Touya?" You asked while giving your partner a killing look. He reached for you, getting your wet hair out of your face. "C'mon, doll. Don't be mad, admit that was hilarious." He said as he broke down laughing all over again.

They weren't laughing that hard as you chased them around the garden with a hose, though.

HAWKS | KEIGO TAKAMI

You ran to get the camera, eager to film what you were witnessing. The oh-so-mighty number 2 hero was sitting in his daughters bed, with a face full of make up, wearing pigtails, and his hand on his child's as she painted his nails a bright pink.

"You look beautiful, daddy!" Your daughter pointed out. "All thanks to you." Keigo reminded her, giving you a "don't you even begin" look as you entered the room with the camera in your hands, pointing it at him.

"Look at the camera, Mr. Takami." You said mockingly but also dearly, and he complied, even posing in order to show off all of the make up.

"That's it." The little girl said. "You are ready to go." Keigo stood up, pretending to be obsessed with his new look, looking at the mirror with an impressed expression, though you couldn't help but laugh at him.

"Now's your turn, mommy!" Your daughter threatened. A smile had never disappeared that fast from your face ever before.

OVERHAUL | KAI CHISAKI

You had been looking for Kai for a bit now. You really needed to show him an old picture of him and you back when you had just started dating.

You figured he might be with your daughter, and you weren't wrong, though, you must admit, you weren't expecting exactly this.

"Sugar, sir?" The young lady politely offered. "Yes, please, but not too much." Her dad replied. You swore Kai would break the tiny chair he was sitting on, his knees not even fitting under the small table were making him look even more ridiculous.

Your daughter gracefully lifted her little tea pot and poured the liquid her father had probably prepared for her into his cup. "Thanks, miss." He said, attempting to lift the cup by it's handle and giving up upon realization that his fingers wouldn't fit.

His eyes finally laid on yours and he tried to look annoyed, though you would never mistake the tiny smile forming in his lips as he turned to his daughter again.

#bnha #bnha x reader #bnha scenarios #bnha imagines #bnha headcanons #tomura shiragaki #dabi #touya todoroki #hawks #keigo takami #kai chisaki #overhaul #fluff #shigaraki x reader #dabi x reader #hawks x reader #overhaul x reader #bnha fanfiction #mha #my hero academia

[nohoney]

♡ crumpled photographs of me ♡

notes: the first part to the teddy bear series! it stays somewhat in the canon universe of bnha, while hawks still works for the commission. i remember reading a lot of ‘secret relationship with hawks’ fics when i really started to like his character and of course want to add my own silly little contribution.

♪ Now I'm finding knives under the sheets / Crumbled photographs of me ♪

warnings: yandere hawks (more soft tho), reader is very distressed, somewhat dubcon-ish (nothing explicit) but it’s how the reader has to cope with her environment

words: 5.6k

synopsis:

All photographs of you.

Keigo sat on the couch when you walked further into the apartment, just nonchalantly taking pictures out of a photo album from your apartment and crumpling them first before throwing them aside.

“I want these to be filled with only us now, okay? I don’t like thinking that you had a life before me.”

There was a time that you were willing to pose in front of a camera and smile for a picture. You weren’t exactly always prepared for your picture to be taken but you at least knew how to angle your head in a flattering angle and give a little smile that made it seem like you were picture ready. Back then, you preferred your photos taken in private. A few photographer friends would ask to use you as a subject on occasion or on the rare moments that you decided that you needed to update your resume photo, most of your best pictures then were taken in a more controlled environment with someone to guide you.

For a while, you had a small appreciation for film cameras.

There was a nostalgia to getting the film developed and then seeing how the pictures came out with no preview aside from just trusting the lighting through the viewfinder and a little flash.

It was a silly little thing that you enjoyed with him at first, going through stacks of developed pictures and picking out the best ones and laughing at the worst ones. Even if you could never take photos out in the world like a regular couple, you still cherished being able to have this special privilege with the number two Pro Hero, whom the outside world would only know as Hawks but to you he was Keigo Takami. It felt special to be photographed by him and to be the only person in his camera roll.

You had started to feel much differently about that fact when you had decided to end the relationship.

Loving Keigo was a choice that you made, starting a relationship despite the risks that came with dating a Pro Hero was a choice that you made, and walking away from Keigo was the hardest choice you had to make when it proved too difficult to attempt to maintain a normal relationship with him. It was already hard enough with all of his duties that were expected of him on the daily and it was even more difficult trying to circumvent the commission that had trained and raised the beloved winged hero of the country. You wanted to believe that his wings would always shield you from the prying eyes of the outside world and it would block out anything that would come between you.

“We can try harder. I know this is tough on you but please, I want you by my side.” Keigo was gently pleading to you while you avoided his heartbroken gaze. “Don’t you know how crazy I’ll go without you?”

At the time, those words were just a phrase that you didn’t take very seriously.

Thirteen days after the break up, you didn’t think Keigo would be standing in front of you again but with the most eerie gaze you had never seen him sport before. He threw a folder onto the countertop of the kitchen with pictures sliding out easily. Pictures of you that he’d taken in intimate moments, pictures that you agreed to be the subject of when he had brought you to a sexed up high and thought it would just be good fun. “What are these?”

“My favorite pictures of you.”

His tone was so soft yet his gaze on you was so hard. You remember how he slowly looked over the photographs with an intensity that left you unsure what to do. Nudes and sex selfies of yourself had never made you self conscious during the relationship but you worried if this was meant to be some sort of blackmail. Keigo didn’t seem the type for revenge porn but the possibility of it still hurt you.

“You never pose for me anymore, dove. It makes me a little sad. I miss that part of our relationship.”

There was nothing playful or joyful about getting your picture taken anymore. Keigo had ruined that beyond repair. He frightened you into being scared of being photographed by him. Just because you weren’t willing to have your picture taken by him doesn’t mean that you were allowed to deny him however. The first few times you resisted, you were learning about Keigo’s true temper underneath all the easy-going breeziness that was instilled as a means of masking his true intentions.

If you had to take a few measly photos then you’d deal with it, it was just Keigo’s impeccable timing that made you reluctant to cooperate. It was often at times that you weren’t prepared mentally for the task because he insisted on candids. And when he takes a photo with you looking upset, Keigo in turn gets his feelings hurt that the pictures don’t come out like they used to. If you were going to make him happy, you had to gather the mental energy to do so.

Taking photos then and taking photos now was so different.

Thinking about this, your chest tightens and you feel an invisible pressure on you that’s weighed down on you since you were locked away in this luxury apartment.

You remember being escorted through the hallways to the front door of your prison, the men around you hired from the very people who had trained, raised, and invested in the beloved Pro Hero Hawks. It was an agreement that you had no choice but to agree to. It was of no issue to shackle down one quirkless girl to keep their invested project from going rogue.

Your job was simple enough: keep him happy.

Keep him happy and you will be cared for, none of your personal information would be ousted.

They threatened to make you a pariah with just a click of their fingers and all because Keigo didn’t know how to handle a breakup. If you had known that it was going to be the result of falling for Keigo Takami, you would have never looked his way in the first place. You wouldn’t have been lulled by his quick wit and humor, and you would have never unknowingly signed your life away to a Pro Hero that all of the country fawns over. Even though he is the other half of the relationship, the public would immediately take his side because he is someone important and you are not.

When you stepped into the luxury apartment, there were balled up pieces of trash that littered the floor. There was a crinkling that you could hear further down but you were reluctant to investigate at first. Your escorts provided no help, only having done their job and promptly shut the door to your prison. When you picked one piece up, you slowly unfurled it only to find it to be a photograph of yourself a few years ago. It was taken with a group of friends for a going away party for one of them. The next one was of you just lounging in a beach chair and then another was of you captured when you were mid-laugh.

All photographs of you.

Keigo sat on the couch when you walked further into the apartment, just nonchalantly taking pictures out of a photo album from your apartment and crumpling them first before throwing them aside.

“I want these to be filled with only us now, okay? I don’t like thinking that you had a life before me.”

You had a life before him, one that was fulfilling even if it did come with some painful parts. There were regrets and mistakes before but it was your life and you cherished it. Truly you had wanted to fit Keigo somewhere inside your life, tried to realign his piece where you thought it should fit but the two of you were from different worlds. He had an invisible hand hovering above him to tell him how to navigate his world both on the surface and underneath, and you had freedom.

You had freedom but it was dashed away the moment you decided to break things off with Keigo.

He took it away.

These words have rung throughout your mind ever since Keigo locked you into this prison. They weigh heavily on you as you stare out the floor to ceiling windows, looking out towards the other high rises and down to the concrete ground where the civilians, other heroes, and sidekicks walk with no clue that you wished you were among them. It repeats over and over as you scrub yourself underneath the shower spray and lather fancy soaps and shower oils into your skin.

Keigo had gone to his agency upset with you.

He had woken you up with the flash of his camera and it had disturbed you. All he had wanted was just a simple photo of you sleeping, that’s all. The only thing you had to do was just close your eyes and play the part but you turned away with a quiet plea to let you rest. Even with your eyes shut, you must have still looked stressed so you didn’t look the part of a peacefully sleeping girlfriend when Keigo tried to ready the camera for another photo.

The film camera was slammed down on Keigo’s side of the nightstand and he left home without another word.

When he used to take pictures of you sleeping back when you were happy, you’d rouse with a playful ‘fuck off’ but happily pose for Keigo. Now it just felt violating when he tried to recreate what you thought was innocent before. Even with all the disgust you have, it’s still expected of you to do as he wants.

Keigo still wants the relationship to continue on as if you’re not threatened by the safety commission to remain with him, to act like this is all your own will.

You managed to salvage photographs of your old life, it’s the only thing you can hold onto that reminds you that you had freedom and your own will to do things. They’re hidden in your own special place, a little area that you’re sure to never give away because Keigo would be mad that you held onto something of your life before him. Photos of you living your life before Keigo Takami ever came along.

The ruined lines of the pictures make you upset since they were so pristine before but it’s all you have.

Staring at the you in those pictures makes you jealous but then also with pity.

If only she’d known what was in her future. If only you could touch this photo and tell yourself in the past, “Do not fall for the Winged Hero Hawks.”

You can’t allow yourself to wallow though; Keigo will be home soon and you need to put him in a good mood.

So you tuck your old pictures away and go through your walk in closet. There’s a drawer of intimates that are specifically Keigo’s favorites. He appreciated all forms of lingerie on you but his favorites were sheer nighties with the matching colored thongs. So you pluck one out from a drawer and discard the silk robe to dress yourself instead. You build up the mental strength for when Keigo will come back home and you’ll need to do your part to make sure that he’s a happy man.

“Keigo! Ew, what if it comes out ugly! You have to tell me when you’re taking a picture of me!”

“Nonsense baby,” Keigo would chuckle and ready the camera again, “you always look perfect to me.”

You do miss the happy times with Keigo but you couldn’t recreate them anymore after everything that happened.

Inside the apartment you can hear Keigo having just come home so you take in a breath to steel yourself before presenting yourself to him. Taking the film camera on his side of the bed, you hold it in your hands as you walk out to greet Keigo. You try not to be scared when his eyes naturally look to you coming out from the hallway, his eyes drawing up and down before he sees the camera in your hands. “I’m home.” He announces as is the usual custom of any person returning from the outside.

“Welcome back Keigo,” you greet him and slowly pad your way over to him, “thank you for all your hard work today.”

Not that you know what his work always entails now that you know the hero commission is the one that handles many of the biggest cover ups and secrets that are supposed to serve the interest of society. The world of a hero was a much darker place than you had imagined it to be. It was more than just taking down bad guys in the streets and being a symbol of protection; there were dirty and bloody secrets kept at bay to keep the image of hero pristine.

You are one of them after all, a dirty secret to keep the number two hero happy and compliant to work under the commission.

“What’s all this?” Keigo asks with a touch of wariness but also an excitement that you’ve learned to recognize in your time together with him. He’s shrugging off his jacket after dispersing his feathers off and discarding his gloves as you approach, some of his feathers tickling your face as they float around you when you get close enough to him. “Lovebird?”

Keep your composure. Make him happy.

“I… I’m really sorry about this morning Kei. I was just in a bad mood and I took it out on you. Lemme make it up to you?” You ask in your sweetest voice. You reach one hand up to take off his glasses and headphones, setting them aside on the most nearby surface before brushing your hand through his feathery hair.

Waiting with bated breath, you wonder if he’ll be happy or if he’ll still be upset.

When he turns his face to kiss your palm, you’re relieved that it will go in a good direction.

“You really hurt my feelings this morning but I forgive you. You’re so lucky that I love you so much.” He forgives you, adoration shining in his eyes but you can see the twisted affection that’s mixed in as well. It does not sit well with you, it stirs uncomfortably in your stomach, but you can not fight him nor could you run away.

You agreed to this after all, to be his caged bird and let him believe that this life was the best for you.

Taking him by the wrist, you walk with him past the windows that overlook the city. The city that he protects, the city that you wished to be a part of again. You guide him to the bedroom where you’ve set up for what looks like a romantic date. There’s flower petals sprinkled onto the bed and candles lit, two wine glasses sit on a fancy wooden tray along with the wine bottle.

It almost looks like you’re on a honeymoon.

“Oh lovebird, all this for me? This is why you’re the sweetest.”

God, you wish you could just smash that glass over his head and run out the door. You wished there was some place you could hide and never be found. You wished that Keigo used to be his normal self before this.

You hand him his glass and clink yours against his, taking a sip to at least make you a bit more relaxed so that you could give him what he wants. “Easy baby, don’t drink too fast.” He reminds you after sipping and swirling the red in his glass. But you need to do this fast, get this over with so that you can rest as peacefully as you can.

“Sit on the bed for me, drink it slowly okay.”

Keigo sets down his glass on the wooden tray and readies the camera towards you. You had a friend that would take boudoir photo shoots, you’d attended with them before to watch them direct the model to look sultry and sensual. Thinking back on the memories, you can hear their guiding voice as you pose for the first photo.

The wine glass is emptied and your mind is fuzzy already, you’re grateful that you’re a lightweight. All you needed was just that first glass to get through the excruciating start. It makes it easier to do all this, tilting your head a certain way, posing your hand against your lips, lifting the sheer skirt of the mighty to tease with a flash of the pretty lace underneath. At one point your glass is refilled and you’re grateful that more alcohol will make it easier on your poor, stressed mind.

Photo after photo taken until Keigo is satisfied.

“Fuck baby, you turn me on so much. I’m glad we did this.”

Strangely enough, you’re turned on too but you believe that it’s the wine that makes your head swim with desire. Your drunk mind sees Keigo’s glass that he hasn’t bothered to pick back up and drink, mindlessly reaching and going for a third glass for the evening. There’s too much enthusiasm in how you attempt to polish off Keigo’s drink, a drop of the wine dripping down and then falling onto the sheer nightie. “Ah baby, slow down. You got some on you.” Keigo chastises you lightly.

Keigo takes away the glass along with the tray off the bed. Wiping at your mouth with the back of your hand, you lick off the traces of wine first before looking down and sighing down at the single drop of red wine. You lick at your thumb and see if you can rub the spot off even though you know that it needs to be treated with club soda first before giving it a wash.

“Baby, let’s get that off you alright? Can’t have you wearing this now.” Keigo’s hands are gentle as he slips the nightie off of you and a few feathers carry it to the laundry basket inside the walk-in closet. More feathers slowly separate from his wings but fall gently down on top of your body as you lie back. They tickle you and feel so soft as they land on top of your skin. With the wine in your system and your inhibitions lowered, you look exactly how he’s wanted you to when taking photos.

Soft and vulnerable, almost close to the person you used to be before you became a prisoner.

All that’s missing was the love in your eyes but he’ll settle for your stupid, drunk gaze at this moment.

“God, you drive me wild… you know that right? I thought about you all day,” Keigo mutters more to himself but you manage to catch his words, “I was so mad at first. I just want us to be happy but you’re so much more difficult these days. I do everything for you and I can’t believe how ungrateful you were!”

Your eyes watch as a feather takes position in his hand and recognize how it hardens to a sharpened edge. His feathers are soft but they can cut through stone like butter if he willed it. It’s held close to your neck and you instinctively cower from it. You’ve never seen his feathers do any harm and you wouldn’t like to know what it would feel like. “I’m sorry… I said I was sorry!” You start to sniffle, “Keigo, I’m sorry…”

His anger melts away and then suddenly he’s dropped himself on top of you with the feathers softly dropping by your head. His head nuzzles into the crook of your neck and he grips the bedsheets right by your head. This is what it’s like with Keigo now, to stand on your tiptoes around him and be ready for any mood swing he has. And he seems to only have two: either insanely lovesick or just resentfully in love with you.

You’re not comfortable with either but you know which one you would rather deal with.

When he barges into your personal space and nuzzles you with affection even when you don’t want to be touched, you’d prefer that over when he’s disappointed in you. That when he gives you the cold shoulder and he gazes at you with a lot of love and just as much disgust when you don’t act right, it’s more stressful to make up with him and make him happy with you again.

Because in the end that’s what you are there for.

It’s what the hero commission demanded of you.

Make Hawks happy and keep him happy.

So you hold Keigo close to you, your hand curling to the nape of his neck while the other rubs circles over his back. Your touch makes him melt and you hear a happy little sigh from him that it’s almost relieving to hear. When you feel his lips press to the pulse of your neck, you turn your head so that Keigo has more access to do as he pleases. The wine makes it easier for you to allow this to happen but it also makes you a bit more sensitive. He elicits sounds out of you that you aren’t sure yourself are acting from your end or genuine. Because Keigo has a talent for blurring the lines for you.

Underneath the fear you have for him, there’s still a bare string of love that hasn’t died. Love for him that he doesn’t deserve with what he’s done to you, but it remains even when you cry in your prison.

You tell yourself that relying on that last shred of affection of who Keigo used to be is what will be your survival tactic.

“Wanna kiss you, c’mon.” Keigo is capturing your lips before you have a chance to say anything. It’s not like you’d have the option to say no to him anyway. The wine in your bloodstream makes you a little lazy, just letting yourself receive his kisses rather than show equal enthusiasm. But your hands wander up his arms, touching his shoulders before sliding down to a zipper that lies at the back of his shirt.

This part is familiar to you as it is to him.

It’s an easy chore for him to move his feathers out the way when he either dresses or undresses himself. It’s what comes with having a quirk like his and it’s not something he’s had to think about at this point in his life. You pull the zipper down from the back and Keigo does the work of undressing the top half of his body, shrugging his arms out the sleeves before tossing the shirt aside. One hand presses into the space beside your head, the other hand taking yours right at his belt buckle. “Undo it for me.”

Your fingers are a little clumsy but you complete the task, pulling his belt from the loops and tossing it off the bed.

“This is yours, I’ve been waiting to give it to you.” Keigo mutters lowly as he smooths his hand over the print of where his cock lies. “Do you deserve it though? After making me mad this morning?”

You don’t want to be reminded of how upset he was nor do you want him to bring it up. You’re doing what you’re supposed to; being soft and compliant, wearing the clothes he wants, and just trying to avoid making him angry. The wine, the camera, and lingerie are all for his pleasure and none of yours.

“Is this… not enough?” you ask, your mind struggling to find the words at first, “You’re not happy that I did this?”

You’re given a gentle smile and he chuckles, like he thinks you’re being silly. His hand cups at your breast, the pad his thumb ghosting over your nipple and awes how it hardens under his touch. He says nothing to your question, he’s allowed to not answer your questions but you have to answer every one of his.

So when he asks, “You want me happy, right?”

You reply, “Yes, I want you to be happy.”

Keigo tells you, “Say you’re mine and that you love me.”

You have to repeat, “I’m yours and I love you.”

Keigo melts over your words and for now, it smothers the scary glint in his eyes that you’re too wary of. He’s sick on whatever his version of love is for you and you need to make him happy. The tip of your finger draws along the lace of the panties you still wear, catching his attention and a lustful groan breaches his lips. “‘M horny Kei… want you.” you mutter.

“Yeah? Can you show me? Go back to the pillows and show me, okay?”

You crawl towards the headboard where all the soft pillows lay. He doesn’t see how you’re blinking to get your bearings in order, flopping against the pillows and opening your legs for him. Pulling the panty to the side with one hand, you shudder as you drag a finger against your pussy and keep your eyes lowered rather than on him.

One finger teases into you as you hear Keigo unzip his pants, deciding to discard the rest of his clothes and he wraps his hand around his cock. He slowly strokes himself while his eyes are trained in between your legs.

Keigo watches as you finger yourself for him, drinking in all the whines that you yourself are unsure are for his entertainment or if you actually are enjoying yourself. Because it does feel good to finger yourself but it’s only being done since you had to make it up to him. There is no such thing anymore as Keigo apologizing to you for when you’re upset.

“Baby, you are such a pretty thing.” He mutters more to himself than to you. A feather floats into his hand and he crawls towards you. Just like before, the feather suddenly sharpens and you become scared. Your body seizes and you’re about to beg Keigo to not hurt you but he shushes you before anything is said.

He slices off the panty you were wearing, careful not to knick you and pulls the flimsy little thing off you easily.

You’re relieved when the feather softens and it drops gently to the top of the bed.

“Why were you scared?” Keigo asks, his tone of voice hard and his eyes narrowing at you.

Oh god, maybe you shouldn’t have drunk all that whine to relax you. You stutter over your words, speaking before your mind can actually produce a thought. “I thought you were gonna punish me…”

“Punish you?”

You nod your head dumbly, “‘Cause I made you mad today. You were right to be mad. I made you mad.”

A few tense seconds pass.

His hands are gentle as he rests them on your thighs, his touch reassuring and he coos over you. “You are such a good little bird. What did I do to deserve you?” He asks, pulling your hand towards his lips so he can suck the slick off your fingers.

You don’t deserve me. You took me away from my life.

“I um… don’t know. I’m just me.”

“And that’s all you have to be. You don’t have to think or do anything for yourself anymore. Just be you.” Keigo states for you. He moves to lie on his stomach, making himself comfortable as he starts to lick at your pussy with his hands resting on your lower belly. He does it gently, he’s always done it gently first before he gets more enthusiastic, working you up until you end up a whiny mess.

The sounds you make as he eats you out are real. They’re not made from an intention to lull him to a sense of calm; they are actually real. Keigo has always been genuine in wanting you to feel good, it’s where he puts most of his heart into. Everything else has changed but him wanting you to still enjoy sex has remained the same. He’s a giver in this sense but you can’t forget how much he’s taken from you.

“Oh god… oh fuck…” you whisper, one of your hands tangling in his hair and the other grasping his hand. Your hips shift in want, writhing and grinding onto him as you get closer and closer to that peak.

If only this were like before everything had changed. Before he locked you away with all your rights taken away. As giving as he was, even if you hadn’t planned to break up with him, would he have taken away your life eventually? Done it little by little until it was too late to notice?

If you could fight him, you would.

“Oh fuck, I need you right now. So badly, you want me too right?”

But you let him take from you in order to live another day. To keep your sanity in check, you pretend when he kisses you that it’s the old Keigo that used to make you feel safe. He brings you to that high even though your mind is swimming. Your head is in a daze and you’re drunk and dying for him to let you reach that peak of heaven.

He drags you by your hips to pull you closer to him. Keigo wants to be in missionary and your brain rattles a little inside your skull. You’re drunk, whining as you attempt to focus your gaze, feeling feathers on the bed and just wanting to rest now at this point. You haven’t done much but you never have much energy these days when your mind is so stressed out. “Keigo. Kei, ‘m dizzy…”

“It’s okay, I won’t be too rough then.”

He leans down to give you a little peck before readying himself before you. The tip pushes in and you groan, feeling how he shallowly thrusts into you, like he’s teasing and making you want it. You’re not sure if you do but you have to act like it for him. So you beg him in the way that he likes, your voice a little pitched and breathless, telling him that you’re aching to be full of him. Missed you, I missed you, I miss you.

“Okay dove, okay. I’m here, see? Feel me here?” Keigo punctates the last word, sharply pushing himself into you with a grunt. He’s sheathed fully inside and he’s absolutely lovesick all over again as he looks down at you. “You miss me?”

I miss the old you.

“Mm-hmm… don’t leave me. Stay here.” you beg of him.

Words you used to say to him before everything changed. When you and him would make love before and you knew that he had to go back to the outside, you’d beg him so much to stay another day with you. To leave all the work to his sidekicks and make another sex video or take nude photos to put away in a secret box. Your head replays old memories of before as Keigo fucks you slowly, the sensual way in how he moves his hips into you making your eyes roll to the back of your head and you realize that you’re not acting anymore in the moment. “I’m about to cum, I’m gonna cum!”

He’s brought you to heaven in this hell.

Keigo tells you to keep cumming for him, rocking harder into you, cursing how good you feel around him and praising you for being such a wonderful little thing for him.

Your mind goes blank, voice catching in your throat, and your toes curl.

And then he’s rough, fucking hard into your cunt to meet you where you’re at.

Even after everything, Keigo still is beautiful to you as he cums. His eyes get lidded, the sounds he makes have the butterflies fluttering in you, and you can pretend for just a few seconds that it used to be like before. He used to drop down next to you, breathless but happy, and you’d revel in the short time you had together with him before you had to return to the daily routine of maintaining the life you built.

But now all you have is time to do nothing and all you are is just a bird in a cage.

“I just want a comfortable life for you. I love you, you don’t have to do anything.”

He claims to love you.

That’s why he didn’t like it when you broke up with him, because he says he loves you. That’s why he had to get the commission involved, because he was too heartbroken to continue his hero duties and obsessed even harder over you. That’s why he wants to erase any life you had before him and just fill it with him only in the same way only you consume his thoughts.

Just Keigo.

The high of an intense orgasm has you gasping for breath, almost emotional as you hiccup and tears come to your eyes, and you don’t know where all these emotions are coming from. You try to stop crying because you’re scared Keigo will take it the wrong way. He needs to be happy, it’s why you put yourself through all that.

“Shh baby, it’s okay. You were so good.” Keigo hushes to you without coupling with his usual tender touches. You wipe at your tears, looking up at him just in time to see the camera poised in his hand.

Flash!

A few days later, you look at the photos that were taken of you from that night. Your stomach burns uncomfortably as you look at the pictures, unable to recognize the girl in them knowing fully well that it was you photographed. The very last was Keigo’s favorite, the one of you with tears on your face and looking… beautiful actually.

You look at the photo, admiring it briefly before you turn it over.

For a while the camera goes missing. Keigo finds it later hidden inside your drawer of underwear, but he decides to let it go. All the pictures he took were accounted for, which was what mattered more to him.

#hawks x reader #takami keigo x reader #yandere hawks #hawks smut

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So, fanfic ideas.... If JJK and BNHA characters were in No Power world, what would their job be if not become Jujutsu Sorcerer or Hero (in your opinion)? Why? Please pick your top 5 fav characters from each...

Ooooh la la, another fun one. High key, I love this question. If you end up writing anything, I'd love for you to PM me so I can read it (you can also share anonymously, whatever's clever)! Thanks for the ask, let me know your thoughts below 👇🏾

This is literally me perking up any time I get a new ask. 🥰

JUJUTSU KAISEN AU

Quite literally, all of these characters would be alive and thriving anywhere else.

Nobara Kugisaki - IG Model, easy. After not getting scouted in Tokyo like she'd always imagined, she decides to do it her mf'ing self. Her results... are lackluster. At first. But as frustration wins, she inadvertently starts letting the real her shine through (complete with bouts of scathing badassery during a live complaining about her lack of fame). People begin to find her incredibly relatable and she becomes like the Jennifer Lawrence of influencers. Never once do her travels take her close to Shibuya station.

Why: That "I-Know-I'm-The-Shit-Even-If-You-Don't" attitude has nothing to do with jujutsu. Nobara has an unwavering confidence and is delulu enough to make it happen, whatever It is for her.

Yuji Itadori - As a card carrying member of the occult club in high school, Yuji starts considering his prospects for higher education (Sasaki and Iguchi will continue to need someone to hide behind as they investigate the "supernatural"). Subsequently, he finally gives into coach's insistence to join a sports team provided it doesn't take time away from his club commitments and, of course, goes All Star in whatever sport he decides to take on. Subsequently, he gets a full ride + stipends to attend university as a college baseball player after chasing his passing interest in going to the "Summer Koshien". He happens to follow Kugisaki on Insta.

Why: Yuji's need to be needed would, in part, guide his steps. I think he'd want to be something cinema related, like a reviewer! But he'd always want to coddle the cowering forms of his peers even if they weren't particularly close. Sports is a means to an end, maybe he'll study cinematography or film theory in uni! But ultimately, he's still a kid who wants to help people.

Megumi Fushiguro - Sweet baby Megs has always had a penchant with animals. They find their way to him at parties, otherwise well behaved dogs pull against their leash to flock to him... even wild animals tend to be way too comfortable getting close. This charm he has over animals amuses him though he'd never admit it aloud (he's still just as sullen as ever). Subsequently, while he doesn't need the money, he helps out as a veterinarian technician while in high school and volunteers to walk dogs at the local humane society. He doesn't have social media but he occasionally gets posted with the animals on their SM pages when they have adoption events (which tend to be really well attended afterwards). He's posted exactly one video to YouTube to an account with no profile picture that urges idiots to stop giving baseballs to dogs and leaving them unattended as aggressive chewers may end up ingesting the innards which cause obstructions in their intestines. Yuji was the idiot in question that prompted the post. He did see the video.

Why: Megumi is gentle but more specifically to life forms that deserve it. I still think he'd break the face of anyone who breaks the golden rule of "don't hurt me [or anyone I love] and I won't hurt you [or anyone you love]" but that soft spot for vulnerable beings is still there.

Nanami Kento - Nanami Kento is still a salaryman but, without the outlet that being a sorcerer allowed him when he felt dispirited, he's forced to white knuckle it like the rest of us. That is, until he finds a cause that he can dedicate some of his time to. It starts when Haibara joins a community outreach program wherein he encourages Nanami to be a volunteer mentor. It starts out rather stiffly but, eventually, things kind of click together for him. He realizes the kid he's mentoring isn't a total delinquent and the kid realizes he's not being infantilized when Nanami just cares for his wellbeing. With this understanding, Nanami really feels like his impact is meaningful and he commits to taking on more responsibilities within the program both in a leadership role and in taking on more mentees. Ino was his first mentee, Yuji was his second (mandatory after being caught underage in a pachinko casino). He couldn't get rid of either of them after the fact.

Why: Nanami isn't so bored with being an office worker that jujutsu is the only alternative. He just wants to feel like his incredibly valuable time makes a difference. He needs a cause and Papamin deserves someone to look after (quite to his dismay).

Satoru Gojo - Satoru Gojo wants for not in any universe. Subsequently, he is just an eccentric rich guy who, in a very intentionally Jay Gatsby manner, frequently throws extremely lavish parties that are the talk of the town. They are as garrish as he is outlandish but men and women flock to them for a chance at getting a peak at the Gojo clan heir. In his youth, he'd gone to a small, private religious high school and still sends individual invitations to each of his old schoolmates with the hope that one of them in particular will come. Shoko attends every party with Utahime begrudgingly at her side. Nanami curtly replies with a written "decline" to every single invitation though Haibara is sometimes able to drag him out. Geto attends occasionally but he is quite blissfully unaware that these opulent parties are solely meant to captivate his attention. He's under the impression that whatever they had in high school is long gone. Nobara has, on occasion, tried to crash these parties but security usually bounces her because she's underage.

Why: In every universe, in every life, Satoru Gojo is a simp. Especially for the lone person he considers to be his equal. For all his money, for all his power, he is always left wanting [Suguru Geto].

My Hero Academia AU

Honestly, this gave me more of a hard time. Like, the kids are the same age as JJK but, they just seem... like kids. I can't tell if it's the depth of JJK's character development or their semi-obvious cursed techniques as they relates to employment but here's what I came up with.

Katsuki Bakugo - Katsuki Bakugo is effortlessly good at a lot of things in and out of the MHA universe. While he has a keen intellect fit for many professions, I think his obsessive-bordering-on-psychopathic dedication to be the strongest, the best is reminiscent of a dude bro bullying you into buying whey protein and lifting more. He would for sure be a personal trainer who would, begrudgingly, have a social media presence where he commodifies his otherwise flippant attitude and "beats people into being a less shitty version of themselves". He would also have a private, no face cooking account on tik tok for his curated but delicious meal planning. Midoriya, unknowingly, follows both online personalities. This does not escape Bakugo’s attention.

Why: Don't get me wrong, kid is will one day be the CEO of whatever company he wants (a lot of CEO's are also psychopathic) but, considering his age and current hobbies, he was born to call his followers extras while condescending to them about a proper workout and nutrition plan.

Izuku Midoriya - Izuku and his penchant for hyper informed rants about his special interest would see surprising success as a tiktoker. Bullies would always find something to pick on him for whether that be his absent dad, his socioeconomic background, his pitiful disposition… but even they’d be clued into and following along for his long form verbal essays on pop culture (only thing I could think of in lieu of hero culture, maybe sports would be better?). He’d cultivate a community of adoring fans turned friends and collaborate with other similarly obsessed fanatics. Bakugo would be hyperaware of his channel but act really passive when any of their old middle school classmates bring it up to talk about it.

Why: I feel like tiktok is absolutely the perfect environment where people can connect over their interests and, as an aficionado in whatever seems apropos for the AU, Midoriya’s innate charm over others would shine through and garner a following. Especially because we know he knows what he’s talking about. I’d be tuned in.

Shoto Todoroki - if Enji is still in the mix, he’s likely still going to be waging war against his own weakness (in whatever capacity) and, subsequently will be both insanely successful by other peoples’ standards and still incredibly toxic toward his children in this mission. Shoto will still bear the brunt of it but will temper it with willful rebellion. Oh, you want Shoto to take over the family investment portfolio? It’ll cost you. He will be somewhat mindful of his actions so people aren’t losing their livelihoods but he will be sinking tons of Enji’s personal money into stocks or company’s with unfavorable odds. A family owned cement company that was about to go under, paying to keep a radio station operable 24/7 with semi-hourly disparaging blind items about Enji Todoroki.. these are just a few of his dalliances. Shoto is an undercover day trader using his fathers slush fund as capital. He was absolutely a big part of what saved GameStop’s stock inexplicably. Turned him a pretty profit but he refuses to give Enji the satisfaction of knowing that he may have been right in steering him to stocks in the first place. Midoriya absolutely talked at length about the phenomenon that rejuvenated his favorite game store from his youth he used to frequent with an unnamed childhood friend. Bakugo saw the segment and, while secretly giddy, did not reach out. Did thank whatever invisible hand drove the nerd to mention it though.

Why: His nepo baby status will get him in to places where he actually wants to be, career wise, but Enji is still stonewalling him into his idea of Shoto’s life. Further, he would never want his unique legacy to be tainted with whatever grace his father’s name gives him. He has time and the means to figure out what he wants to do though. And access to so much therapy.

Shouta Aizawa - I honestly cannot see Aizawa as anything not expressly kid related. The care he has when he gets on their eye level to talk to them is top tier. TBH he rounds out the trifecta of mentors who unilaterally put kids above themselves with Nanami and, arguably, Gojo. If not a teacher, I’d say a loose cannon social worker. Earnestly, this man is willing to be in the shit of it if only to spare children who lack guidance, resources, proper decision making skills, etc. as a UA teacher. He wouldn’t be of the “quick to expel and dash dreams” type of loose cannon that his teacher persona allows. He’d be more like a Benson from Law & Order SVU type loose cannon where he’s probably bending some protocols to be a bit more domineering than he needs to be so adults know that any vulnerable kids under his charge are cared for because he’s super invested in his work and their wellbeing. Plus, the man can be a little deranged so he’s not afraid to make his subtle point more clear ✨ for people who don’t appear to be getting the message when it comes to his young stewards.

Why: If there is a society that unjustly does not protect children, then Shouta Aizawa will. I think my hope is that Shirakumo Oboro isn't a lesson in every universe.

Toshinori Yagi - This man is a politician. He runs on idyllic principles which are infectious across every demographic. He appears earnest and forthright and truly got into it for all the right reasons but the reality of politics is very different from the idea of them. He still thrives but feels more and more like he's failing his constituents, losing out to other politicians who are more corrupt, who curry favor from less than savory organizations to sway policies in their favor. He's disheartened but still believes in a future with peace and looks to the youth, his biggest support base, to take steps toward progress together which includes bolstering social programs. Aizawa thinks he's a bit of a sham until money starts hitting the programs that matter. Midoriya talks about Yagi's bold commitment to partnering with the youth on his channel frequently.

Why: It was this or a Gilderoy Lockhart-esque facade for a self-help book author. I see both as equally plausible. Selling a dream while falling apart internally? Same.

#neon asks #anon asks #headcanon #anime #manga #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk headcanons #bnha #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #mha headcanons #nobara kugisaki #yuji itadori #megumi fushiguro #kento nanami #satoru gojo #katsuki bakugo #deku and kacchan #izuku midoriya #shoto todoroki #shouta aizawa #all might #class 1a #eraserhead #toshinori yagi

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The Auction - Bundle 6 (NSFW)

The sixth chapter of a spicy tickle fic starring 8 (sort of) boys from MHA/BnHA, and the final chapter of the first part. After this, it's 1-on-1 with the highest bidder.

The Auction Masterlist

Words: 2,725

“YOU FUCKING SICKOS, THAT’S ENOUGH!! LET US GO OR I SWEAR I’LL…”

“Bakugo, stop,” advised Todoroki, his voice hoarse. “There’s no point.”

“He knows, he’s just too sensitive to take what’s coming next,” sneered Shindo.

“WHAT THE FUCK HUMAN VIBRATOR YOU’RE DEAD YOU HEAR ME DEAD!!!”

“Oh, is someone a little ticklish on his tootsies? Can’t wait to see you break. How long before you’ll be begging, I wonder.”

“Hey, save some of the trash talk for me! We get it, you’re super horny and embarrassed, but teasing you is MY job!”

That actually shut Shindo up for a moment. Someone more perceptive than Bakugo would have noticed that even though the Ketsubutsu hero was already very flushed, his ears got the tiniest bit redder.

At the same time, the spotlight that had been dark for a while was switched back on. A panting, exhausted Kaminari was back in his seat.

“Kaminari! Are you ok?!” exclaimed a very hoarse Kirishima, somehow managing to muster concern for others while he himself was a wreck, his spiky red hair but a memory as it hung damp in his face.

“Y-You guys… you h-have no i-idea… what I’ve b-been through…” panted Kaminari. After a second, he sensed the chill coming from the other heroes. “W-What?”

“Now, since bidding for this bundle always reaches the highest tier, I say let’s let our auctionees know exactly what they’re in for. The luckiest of the bunch is, once again, Black, scoring only a 6.5. Boo.”

Shindo’s smirk was back. He made to flex his long soles, almost as big as Inasa’s, albeit much slenderer, though the toe restraints prevented him.

“Next we have Gray and Yellow, both with a 7. Though we can all guess which one will be louder.”

Kaminari blushed, to which Ojiro said “Don’t listen to him.”

“Right afterward, we have White with a 7.5… except for one very specific spot we’re not going to disclose except to the highest bidder. Oooh, mysterious!”

“I would like to know too,” commented Inasa.

“Sure you would. Then we have our beloved Red, the poor guy can’t catch a break!”

Kirishima said noting, he only, fruitlessly, attempted to cover one of his broad, squat soles with the other.

“At 9, we have a tie! Green – big shocker, I know – and Orange! Though technically speaking, Orange is at a 9.5 right now… or should I say, only at a 9.5. What does that mean? He doesn’t know either, though he may suspect it! Bid on him to find out!”

“YOU #@ç°#!!!”

“Yeah, yeah. And finally, drum roll for… Pink! Right is a solid 9, while left is a 10!”

The audience aahed and oohed, and Bakugo thought he could see Todoroki blush one shade pinker.

“And since we don’t want to deprive the auctionees of the pleasure of seeing each other go nuts, let’s do a staggered start, what do you say, folks? Shall we say, 1 minute part?”

The shadowy audience loudly murmured its assent.

“But who to start with? Eeny… meeny… miny… you.”

All of the auctionees, who’d been on the edge of their seats, clenched at the announcer’s ominous proclamation. After a moment, they looked at each other: they didn’t know who had been picked.

That was until Bakugo heard Midoriya mutter a worried “Kirishima!” and the redhead to his left flinched. Bakugo noticed two spectral hands rub the squat soles, leaving a glistening film in their trail, before disappearing back into the darkness.

“It’s ok,” said Kirishima nervously, “I don’t mind.”

“Oh, we know you don’t, Red! I wonder, will everyone get to see your not-so-little friend pop up before their turn comes? Will it still be with us when your turn is over, and you see and hear everyone else? Won’t it be too much for you?”

Bakugo saw Kirishima’s expression go from apprehensive but encouraging to embarrassed and terrified. He reflexively closed his eyes. “I’m sorry, everyone!” he yelled, way too loud, as usual.

“It’s… it’s ok, Kirishima…” said Midoriya from across the hall.

“Yeah, weird ain’t a crime,” chimed Pikachu, finally not useless.

“’Sides, none of this is real, right?” chimed in Inasa, seeking a confirmation. Todoroki shrugged, while Ojiro nodded.

Bakugo also wanted to say something to put his friend at ease, but…

“Eijiro,” tumbled out of his lips before he could stop it. Kirishima lifted his head and looked at him expectantly.

“Keep your eyes open,” was all that Bakugo was able to say. Kirishima looked like he was about to say something, but before he could, two hairbrushes shot out of the darkness and started savagely scrubbing his soles. The redhead instantly burst into laughter, the tamed spikes of his mane whipping left and right as he shook his head as if to reject what was happening, as if his dissent could stop it.

“GHAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHA HAHHAHAHA HAHAHHAHAHA!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAH HAHAAHAH HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAAHAH!!”

Kirishima’s feet were kind of goofy: on the big side, and very broad, so much so he sometimes had to buy shoes that were one size too big. Squat to the point of being almost blocky, with a shallow arch, they looked like they’d make their owner harder to knock down, solid and dependable like Kirishima himself. But now, they were his undoing as the hairbrushes scrubbed side to side, starting at the ball of his foot, down the arch, to the heel, and then back up.

The readhead laughed whole-heartedly. He wasn’t one to try to keep it in, as Bakugo knew firsthand, but the fact that he wasn’t even attempting to protest, or letting out involuntary exclamations… he’d given up. He’d given in to the sensation and the shame. Bakugo wanted to say something, but when, for the briefest instant, Kirishima locked eyes with him, he came up with nothing; and the redhead closed his eyes, a moment before Kaminari shrieked next to him.

“HEEEEEEEEY!!! NOHOAHHAHAHAT AGAHAHAHAHAIN!!! HAHAHA HAHAH AHAHAHAH HAHAHAHAH HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”

Loud, and overdramatic, the usual Kaminari. Exhausted though he was, the vigorous scrubbing of the brushes seemed to fill him with new energy, which he let out by vibrating on the spot. His feet looked tiny between Kirishima’s and Inasa’s, but they were regular size, maybe a bit smaller than average. They looked surprisingly plump: the ball of the foot was very pronounced, and his toes were large and round, like very ripe grapes. But while his toes were spared the torment, the rest of his feet wasn’t, as the brushes made circular motions up and down his soles.

It didn��t take long for both the shrieks and the thrashing to die down as Kaminari ran out of steam, but the hall only got louder as Inasa joined the guffawing chorus. The brushes looked tiny on his massive soles, which, in spite of their size, didn’t look look disproportionate, which in a weird way made the look even bigger. They were on the broad side, and the round toes looked a little too small, except for the big toes.

Inasa’s villainous cackling sounded almost ominous as the brushes, though dwarfed by his soles, still proved to be very effective at wreaking havoc upon them. Someone so big and strong, at the mercy of his nerves… Bakugo would have never expected to see something like that, Inasa reacting to tickling wasn’t something he cared nor would have been able to imagine.

“UUUUUUUH! OHOHOKAA- ohohohkaahahahahay thahahahahat tihihIHIHIHCKLAALHAHAHAHAGH! HAHAHAHAHAhhahaah AHAHAHAHAHAH!!”

“Ah, who doesn’t love to see a big strong man crumble? An extra-large serving of dolt, even down there… by which we mean his feet. Although, you know what they say about big feet?”

Difficult to tell how Inasa would have reacted to the crass commentary, as he was otherwise preoccupied. Bakugo saw Ojiro look at his neighbor with mild apprehension, knowing he was going to be next.

Athletic and a bit rough from the barefoot training, Ojiro’s feet would be completely unremarkable if not for the pink buds on his toes: plump, little toe beans.

“Not so average now! Is our Gray here the cutest?”

Ojiro tried to hide his face by looking down, though everyone knew he was blushing; only to jolt when he suddenly felt the oil being applied to his soles, with the devious hands pausing for a moment after they were done to poke at the toe beans. But that moment of mischief was soon swallowed by the assault of yet another pair of hairbrushes, which no amount of callus could ward Ojiro against.

The martial artist tried to hide his face again, his ears a bright shade of pink, and shifted in his bonds for a moment before beginning to let out a staccato of giggling and laughter, its volume and intensity ebbing and flowing. As announced, it didn’t seem to be a terribly sensitive spot, but the combo of oil and brushes was brutal nonetheless, and Ojiro’s timid mirth spilled forth. “Hahahaha… HAHAHAHAHAHahahah… hahaahHAHAAH… hahahahahaahahaha!”

Bakugo’s gaze shifted from Ojiro to Kirishima and then to Kaminari, whose laughter had already subsided a bit. So he didn’t notice that Todoroki was already squirming and giggling as the hands rubbed oil into his slender, dainty soles.

“Ohohoho, even that is tickling him! Drum roll, please! I give you… the – currently – most sensitive feet, Pink!”

As soon as the announcer called his nickname, Todoroki exploded with laughter, the two hairbrushes digging in enthusiastically.

Bakugo was almost positive he’d never heard Todoroki laugh before tod-- whatever time that was. And for it to happen while he was also doing to desperately, producing energy he no longer had to fight against his bonds, flushed and still bearing the red marks of previous touched, that felt even more surreal. If anything, it lent credence to the fact that none of that was real, whatever that meant.

“Now, this is already working too well, but if we wanted to be extra mean to Pink, we could do this!”

Both hairbrushes focused on his left foot, one covering his heel and part of his arch, the other the rest of his arch, the ball of his foot, and even the base of his toes.

Todoroki’s boyish laughter rose to a feverish pitch, then went silent. Eyes shut, mouth agape, hair sticky with sweat slinging to his forehead, he nodded his head as if in disbelief.

“But he’s already been through enough, so… we’ll leave that joy to his bidder.”

The second hairbrush moved back to his right foot, and Todoroki’s laughter resurged after a few moments with a coughing fit. And someone else’s joined it, a laughter Bakugo was far better acquainted with.

“HAHAAHHAAHA HAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHH!!! NOHAHAHAHA EHEHEHENOHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! HAHAHA AHAHHAHAHAHAHAAH!!”

The two hairbrushes took up most of Midoriya’s soles, which maybe looked a little big for his size, but were overall quite small. His toes, however, were relatively big, and they looked like they wanted nothing more than to be out of those restraints to wiggle freely, yet another part of Deku that was transparently expressive.

“I think we’re reaching maximum cuteness with Green Bean here! I should warn bidders that you might feel compelled to let him go. Or to never let him go, I suppose.”

Midoriya’s eyes would have been obscured by his sweaty shock of hair, but since he had stamina in spades, he was still flailing it about, regaling the audience with glimpses of his half-astonished, half-desperate stare.

Bakugo was too transfixed looking at a sight that wasn’t quite so unfamiliar to notice that Shindo had begun to fidget next to him.

“Ah- Uh- T-That kihind ohof ti-ticklehehs… Ngh!”

The hairbrushes had begun to slide up and down the long soles.

“It uh- Ihihit’s not s-suhupposed toho tihihiclke this muhuhuch! Hehehehehey!!”

“Yes, welcome to the oil and hairbrush combo. Your physiology won’t protect you from that.”

Bakugo’s enjoyment of his next-chair auctionee’s plight was marred by the sudden realization that he was going to be next. And as Shindo went from puffing, to giggling, to laughing, Bakugo unleashed a new string of expletives and curses, which only increased in vulgarity when he saw the hairbrushes approach – slowly, teasingly, without rushing, feasting on his anger.

“Yep, no oil for him. He makes his own, as his bidder will get to see. But also, we wanted to make sure he knew that what’s about to happen to him now is entirely due to how sensitive he is.”

The string of curses cut off abruptly when Bakugo felt the bristles touch down on his soles. They hadn’t started moving yet. They were just there, threatening him with their mere presence. And he knew right away he was in trouble.

“Oh? Finally quiet, are you? You can’t trust yourself not to laugh, I take it.”

Bakugo was about to break his silence, but the bristles began to move. Slowly, incredibly slowly, pressing hundreds of ticklish lines into his skin at a snail’s pace. Shit.

Bakugo’s feet were just like him: flawless (debatably) and V-shaped. The slender arch grew wider towards the ball of his foot, very plump and clearly demarcated. His toes were prototypical, neither too long nor too short, neither too big nor too small, resting, round, on a gently curved stem. Perfectly pink his soles and toes were, and no matter how much he ran, his Quirk kept them smooth and soft. He couldn’t do anything about his ribs being horribly ticklish, but there was a reason he almost never went barefoot in common areas, why he’d kept his shoes on during the cavalry battle.

The bristles reached the base of his toes, then started their descent, slightly faster than before, Bakugo was certain of it. He wouldn’t cuss, he wouldn’t threaten. He wouldn’t say anything, nothing would escape his sealed lips. And once again, the clanging of his restraints was an outlet for the sounds his mouth wouldn’t make, but once again, that struggle was futile. Maybe he wasn’t even trying to break free, he was just channeling the mirth in a different direction.

The bristles reached the bottom of his heel, and they started back up, slightly faster. Then back down, faster. Up, faster. Down, even faster.

Bakugo vibrated in place, snarled, then bellowed like a bull. The scrubbing pace kept getting faster, and it tickled more and more.

It was intense. Far too intense. And as the traveling pressure transformed into a cloud, Bakugo was made acutely aware of exactly where it tickled most, and how much. The top of his heel, where it connected to the arch, was bad enough, but the ball of his foot, that was the pain point, the spark that lit a fire under his diaphragm. Where? Right underneath, right in the middle, or right at the top, at the base of his toes? Bakugo didn’t want to know, he only knew the cloud compelled him to laugh, but he wouldn’t, he wouldn’t… He wouldn’t!

And then, he heard the announcer again – not loud, like a whisper, as if it was coming from right next to his ear – and he hung from every word, as his mind searched for anything else to wrap itself around, “Just let it go. Because this is only the beginning. And none of this is real. So when I say that you’ll lose, it doesn’t even matter.”

Bakugo didn’t notice when his close-mouthed mooing began to break up. He didn’t notice when his lips parted, consumed by the sensation and his desperation to fight it. He didn’t realize he had broken. He didn’t realize his laughter was pouring out, louder than anyone else’s, bursting forth, finally unchained.

He burned, and laughed, and laughed, and laughed, a mere instrument in the hands of those tools. He didn’t even notice it had ended at first, as he just kept laughing. And when he did, and he was able to rein in his reactions, he noticed everyone else staring at him, and he finally understood why they left him for last: so that everyone would see and hear him after he’d broken.

Shindo was the only one who dared to speak. “Like I said. Ticklish tootsies.”

There was no more blood in Bakugo’s body that could pour towards his face, but before he could resume screaming, the announcer piped up again.

“And we’re done here! I trust this demonstration has been most informative. Now, bidding commences. Best of luck, everyone!”

#mha tickle #bnha tickle #spicy content #tickle content #tickle fic #tickletorture #ticklish!kaminari #ticklish!kirishima #ticklish!bakugo #ticklish!inasa #ticklish!midoriya #ticklish!bakugou #ticklish!todoroki #ticklish!shindou #ticklish!shindo #ticklish!ojirou #ticklish!ojiro

[transjarlaxle]

i dont know much about BG3 but i do love AUs, so... what roles would your main OCs play in a hero/villain au? :3c

i stopped in the middle of drawing oc nsf// to answer this bcz i completely forgot about it ngl<3

but listen anon you are SPEAKING MY LANGUAGE so i'm gonna break it down for you okay here we go

now. i am going to talk about the ocs i'm mostly using for bg3 because theyre the guys im talking about most these days and most of my other ones are specific to other kinds of content. THAT SAID, i have two(2) ocs who are FOR hero/villains settings, and they are:

Jury, indie villain-turned-hero. she utilizes photokinesis and limited flight as a front-line fighter - she'll use her light to form wings and a hammer to burn and blind her opponents and create openings for her teammates. she's pretty independent at this point but i originally made her for bnha, and yes she gets to kiss aizawa there.

Vindicator, my main Sidestep for Fallen Hero. He's most often a version of Jesse O'Shea, who is my self-insert oc that i use in pretty much any IP. His build focuses on subtle manipulations over strength of mind, arrogant/ruthless/daring, and his main situationship is Ortega, but sometimes Herald. please play fallen hero it makes me insane

ALRIGHT now that they have been mentioned - the dnd/bg3 crew :3

i imagine this is going to have to be a sort of avengers / justice league situation, with a sort of suicide squad / league of villains thing happening on the other side. so, with that in mind:

reaper is The villain. i haven't talked about him here much, but he was my original Bhaalist oc from like four years ago, before i even knew baldur's gate was a thing. he's a death cleric, commits murder as an act of worship, and in my homebrew world, is one of five members of a cult dedicated to an undead chaos goddess. so in this AU, i imagine he's one of the leaders of whatever Bad Guy team exists here, in charge of getting the band together and whatnot

rumari is also a villain. they grew up as an assassin, which translates well to this AU - raised as a blade, to be wielded by whosoever is in charge at the time. depending on who they end up around, they might be reformable - but most likely not. i imagine they're the sort of loki-type, the one that the heroes capture and banter with, the one they lock in the glass box, but they always escape to cause more problems<3

leorin and kaz are the villain lackeys. they're part of the evil elf squad with rumari, and theyre the ones to match up with the heroes in the big end battle. leorin is a dark magician type, corruption and fire and whatnot, and kaz has a big fuck off sword and heavy armor - he's the tank. they don't get as much screen time as the others, but they're usually in the frame together, and banter a lot, so all the edgy teens ship them

kaine is the wild card. they're introduced late in the series or one of the sequel films, and it's a will-they-won't-they thing - they're a free agent, and they're easily swayed by power and promises of freedom, so there's probably a long arc of them working alongside the villains. most of the heroes want to take them out bcz of how big of a threat they are, but theres one or two (gale? wyll?) heroes who Believe In Them.

max is the face of the hero squad. i mean, he's The Butterfly Knight - he does the tv appearances, the sponsorships, the press releases, all of it. and he loves it! and he's not Just a face - he has the power to back it up, but his powers are really more showmanship than anything.

if max is the face of the group, etienne is the backbone of the operation. he's not a leader, but he's a guide, and he's adept at strategy and keeping his team safe. he willingly allows himself to fade into the background - which is also an advantage, as it allows him to absorb much more information than he would without max as a shield.

kit is the old guard. he never wanted to be a hero, and still doesn't. he was caught in the middle of one high-publicity incident when he was in his 20s, and got a lot of attention from it, but never became a hero, and did his best to fade into history. but when the threats begin to resurface, the new generation digs him up, and due to his situations and his mindset, he finds himself taking on an advisory role. he's the one that you Know the villains don't wanna fuck with - and he gets an arc that really shows the extent of his abilities, where he has to keep everyone else alive after a grave miscalculation of some sort, and it's like, oh, he's the one to watch out for.

honorable mention:

the warhawk is the free agent. he's a vigilante, and most of the time, the heroes clash with him because of his disregard for the law. the only law he follows is the law of the land, and he lets people know that, but when they really need him, he's there<3

#ask #THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS<33 SORRY IT TOOK ME 84 YEARS #i'll queue this a couple times cuz i know i got sent this in the middle of the afternoon #and i am posting it at. 3:02 am #ummm #bg3 #dnd #dnd 5e #jury #jesse o'shea #reaper #rumari #leorin #kaz #kaine silva #maxim #etienne #kit creedmoore #the warhawk

[quill-n]

CW// BNHA 364 spoilers, cartoon blood, implied character death

[VD] A mini animatic of several characters from BNHA filmed with hand-drawn paper puppets and recorded to a cover of White Winter Hymnal by Fleet Foxes (the cover is by its.stanza on TikTok). It starts with Kaminari cheerily talking to Sero, who pauses and glances ahead at The Lurkers: Mt. Lady, Edgeshot, and Kamui Woods. It focuses on Edgeshot, whose red scarf is the only colored part of the video. He turns to face the camera, and the scene transitions to a younger version of himself, wearing his high school uniform. The next scene is of Jeanist (also in UA school uniform) tying the scarf into a bow for Edgeshot. The scene after that is the same, except they're both older, wearing their pro hero costumes now. Jeanist reaches out to cup Edgeshot's cheek in the palm of his hand, and the latter leans into it. It finally transitions to the scene from chapter 364, where Edgeshot sacrifices himself. The animatic focuses on Jeanist reaching for Edgeshot as if to stop him, tears visible in his eyes. It ends with Edgeshot's scarf on the ground. [end VD]

It's angst time.

Not an old tiktok btw!! I made this,,, very recently. I've had this concept in my head for like,,, two weeks lol. The song fits surprisingly well :))

#it's angstier if you imagine the clapping as his heartbeat #would you believe me if I said I did this all in one day? #forgive me for excluding the other Lurkers' interns btw. I only had so much screen room and time to work with </3 #also for excluding Bakugou (<-same reason) #quillnart #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #edgeshot #edgejeanist #kamihara shinya #shinya kamihara #best jeanist #hakamada tsunagu #mt lady #kamui woods #the lurkers #team lurkers #sero hanta #hanta sero #kaminari denki #denki kaminari #cw blood #bnha spoilers #bnha 364 #cw major character death #I can't believe I managed to whip this out in a day but I still have like a thousand fic wips in my files #quillntok

[wrensknight]

BNHA 363 SPOILERS/DISCUSSION

Okay I’m probably gonna post this later bc I won’t get it all written out now bc I have work in an hour BUT

I’m absolutely, positively 100% convinced Bakugo is coming back.

Now, I’m torn to say if he’s actually dead right now or not. My opinions on that have been changing.

HOWEVER.

Think about it. Think about the narrative of his story. Horikoshi, for literal years, have been pushing for more content between him and Deku. He set them up perfectly for a hand hold scene (shown by the various flashbacks and reminiscences of that scene by both Bakugo AND deku). He set them up for a heart to heart (they haven’t been shown to discuss bakugos apology yet. Now this either happened already and will be shown in a flashback OR is yet to happen) and horikoshi has also set them up to win together.

Horikoshi himself said that the ending of Heroes Rising is what he initially imagined for the ending of BNHA. He then said the actual ending is going to be better than that.

Now if you’ve seen heroes rising, you know (shipper bias or not) it’s a very bakudeku film. It HEAVILY focuses on them and how they have developed. Now. If hori had planned for that ending to be the true ending, WHY WOULD HE KILL ONE OF THE TWO MOST IMPORTANT CHARACTERS OFF?

Answer; he wouldn’t!

Horikoshi wants us to panic. And with what’s going on with the villains in the recent chapter, I think it’s happening. Monomas reaction is perfect; once upon a time Monoma mocked Bakugo, but now he looks back and reflects on how much he’s grown. He shows the audience how much people were relying on Bakugo. And now he’s gone.

And now he’s gone, the villains are advancing. THIS is the panicking hori wants us to do. Even the heroes are devastated; they lost one of their best players. It’s not looking good for them at all.

However.

When Deku arrives, this is where the story will reach a pinnacle. Deku will believe Kacchan is dead, and he will lose his shit like we’ve never seen before. We saw his reaction when Katsuki got kidnapped- how is he gonna react when he dies?

I know a lot of people are hesitant bc about a year ago, Horikoshi said we had a year left of the manga, but come on. He could’ve planned stuff perfectly, changed his mind, swapped parts around. For all we know, we could have ANOTHER year until it finishes. We can’t tell.

Fret not my friends. Horikoshi has set this up perfectly. He wouldn’t kill his best player off with so many lose threads around his character. We’ve got a way to go, and Bakugo might not be back for a long ass time (I’m thinking not at least for ten-ish more chapters). But he’s coming back, and it’s gonna be for the conclusion of bnha.

(A lot of people on Twitter have been theorising the final fight would take place in the vestige realm!!! I love that theory and while I’m not sure how naturally Katsuki would fit it, I would love for that to happen)

Sorry for the ramble. I feel very strongly about this character so people saying he’s dead for good makes my brain hurt.

Lots of love friends!! Stay hydrated, take time off and take care of yourselves!!!

#wrens rambles #Bakugo #MHA 363 #bnha 363 #bnha spoilers #MHA spoilers #sorry if this is a jumble I finished writing it on the bus #bkdk #Bakugo Katsuki #deku #midoriya izuku

[sistervirtue]

10 19 25 for the fandom ask thing?

10. worst part of fanon

people love to just be blatantly incorrect. like the amount of times i see posts with just provably wrong information in them is astounding. not even niche shit either. i had someone get mad at me bc they were like "i think toga hates dabi for just standing and filming twice's death" and i was like. ostensibly untrue on both counts. and they were like WELL I CAN HC WHAT I WANT and im like. GIRL YOU JUST CHANGED THE ENTIRE EVENT ??

19. you're mad/ashamed/horrified you actually kind of like...

am i allowed to say bnha. like just in general

if not then also i think im going to hell for thinking nobimarus a little hot. maybe more than a little

25. common fandom complaint that you're sick of hearing

tbh i get annoyed when ppl are like. "omg the author completely forgot / retconned/ dropped this plot point" when a series is still actively ongoing. bc then like every fucking time its like no, they did in fact pick it up later. yes this even goes for bnha . just give them a second damn!!!!

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[otaku6337]

Why???

Why do people think this is how fandom and creation works???

(hopefully that’s legible lol - a comment saying “Otaku6337. Hi. I have a question, namely, would you be able to write a short story bnha x Avatar (James C’s film) according to my idea. Or bnha x (SpyxFamily) according to my idea”)

Okay so first thing - they didn’t even say please. Which is just straight-up rude.

But second, and main thing - why? 

I haven’t mentioned that I take ideas, or requests, or anything of the sort. They commented on a bnha fic, but I’ve never written for SpyxFamily or Avatar. It takes exactly two clicks to see the list of my posted fandoms.

They didn’t call me by my “name” - by which I mean that anyone who knows me online, or who reads my author’s notes, or my comments, would know that I don’t go by my full username in comments and convos. 

They didn’t say anything about the fic that they commented on (I’m 98% sure they didn’t read it, partic as it was my most recently updated fic), they didn’t say anything about any of my writing, and honestly I wouldn’t be surprised if they’ve sent this comment to half a dozen other authors, or will do, and they didn’t even have the veiled courtesy to be a suck-up about it.

I don’t mind, generally, when readers of mine ask if I’ll write so-and-so for them. Normally it’s a semi-regular, and I’m quite happy to just say “sounds cool but, sorry, I don’t take requests!” and that’s that. Nobody is annoyed, or offended, or rude, it’s all cordial. No skin off of anybody’s nose, even if I generally don’t think people should be asking things of authors who haven’t offered to take requests. ‘Cause, you know, they haven’t been rude, and I generally have a bit of a “don’t ask don’t get” attitude myself.

But this. I can’t.

They’re a guest (I love guest readers but there’s nothing there to trust when it comes to things like this), they ask for crossovers when A - I haven’t got any crossovers posted and B - I haven’t written for either of the other fandoms, and they have done nothing but say “would you write according to my idea”.

Why should I?

Why can’t people write the fics they want to see in the world (talent is no damn excuse, we all start off with slightly questionable skill), or at least seek out people who actively take requests/commissions?

Why do they think they have the right to even ask? I write fics and post them publicly - I’m not performing a public service at the public’s request. I’m creating my art and choosing to share it. Now I have to choose between deleting, replying, or ignoring them. Even if I do reply and do it politely, they’re not going to like any of the results.

Why do people expect this shit? Why should I, based off of almost nothing, not even knowing if there’s a reason they’re asking me specifically, or what any of the details are (I understand not wanting to share ideas in a public space but they haven’t even mentioned characters or broad tropes), want to put my time into hearing them out in detail, let alone then spending hours of my life writing this for them.

I write for others sometimes. I’m planning on writing for others soon in fact - for my two best friends. For Christmas. I’m choosing, on my own whims, to spend hours of my life writing for two people that I adore. It’s worth it. I know they will enjoy it, even more than that I know that they’ll appreciate it.

The entitled tone of this comment makes it look like they see me as a vending machine. Like they press some buttons and their perfect fic magically appears.

Not like I’m a person who spends their minimal free time doing something I love for myself, and for my readers that I know will appreciate my effort and ideas and passion.

No part of me believes that this person would truly appreciate what I could ever write for them. They might be grateful on the surface level, maybe.

But, well, they didn’t even say please.

Don’t be this person.

#I left their username in cause it's a basic guest name #not identifiable #but I mean really #I don't get why this is a valid way to interact in fandom space #it's the entitlement for me #authors are artists not your vending machine #this person is only one example of many #it's not always this exact problem but it's a pretty good example #fandom etiquette #fandom manners #ao3 #commenting #fanfiction #fic writing #ao3 manners #ao3 etiquette #commenting etiquette #don't be this person #writing vent #fandom vent #fandom rambles

[itsnothingofinterest]

Hey 👋 been a while, hope you're good?

I wanted to ask you about the recent bnha chapter and the direction it seems to be going in. I really don't get the core aspect of it, the message it seems to be sending.

With the students that are filming everything and the media doing the same thing, it's meant to restore faith in the heroes right? Part of the effort to bring everything back to normal by getting the civilians and even the foreign governments (I think the president was in one of the panels?) To believe and admire heroes for how hard they're trying?

It seems good at face value but isn't the overwhelming faith in heroes part of what messed everything up in the first place? Not exactly the over reliance on heroes but aren't they closely connected? Too much faith/trust leading to over reliance?

I get that it's necessary but it seems like it's being made such a large and positive part of the heroes efforts, and just like some of the other times the heroes are confronted with complex issues, they only focus on themselves/what they would do (deku/shoji) and not think of the wider effects that their choices will lead to for others. Do you think?

The only part that seems at first like it'll make things better is that they're filming gentle criminal too and his efforts, but like...gentle was barely a villain to start with. Barely a criminal and not very popular or well known. I mean his story itself could be inspiring and help others in the same situation as him but that's only if the heroes/society are willing to make that effort too, and currently I don't see how that meshes with their trying to bring 'normalcy' back. Do you feel differently about this or see something else?

Yeah it’s like I keep saying; this is all supposed to be so inspiring but the heroes, kids included, aren’t actually doing anything different. Base heroes are inspiring, on the ideal surface, but it’s their inability to constantly meet that ideal while still irresponsibly projecting it that’s…maybe not the cause of all the problems that led us here, some stuff got taken from the society of real world Japan after all, but it certainly contributed to a lot of ‘um.

Anyway I’m personally in full-blown “We are getting My Hero Part 2” mode so I’m thinking all this inspiring hero stuff is just to end part 1 on what feels like a high note. Tomura won’t be beat and not quite saved, hopefully he’ll leave with all his villains from this war & from prison, but he’ll leave peacefully and on maybe good footing with Deku. And meanwhile Deku will get to beat AFO, and become the new symbol of peace and aspiring All Might 2.0, which at this point is all he thinks he needs to be. The audience may know otherwise, but he can learn that later; for now everyone’s just relieved and junk.

A happy enough ending that we can leave things off on a To Be Continued.

Beats worrying about the kids (in)ability to better the world they're set to inherit, let me tell you.

#ask & reply #bnha #bnha 384 #bnha spoilers #hero society #midoriya izuku #class 1a #all might #shigaraki tomura #paranormal liberation front #PLF #all for one #my stupid long term predictions

[number1villainstan]

FINALLY managed to watch Goncharov and I've got some thoughts.

For one, Katya deserved better. I'm not talking about a happier ending--she, like pretty much every other character in the movie, got exactly what was coming to her in the end--I'm talking more screentime. We should have seen her develop more of her relationship with Sofia, we should have seen the way her and her husband's relationship deteriorates, we should have seen more of her. Criminally underutilized character. Of course, this was made in 1973, and both produced and directed by men, so shanking a female character's characterization like that, especially a queer female character, is almost to be expected, but there's so much focus on the two leads--almost too much, to the point where they're starting to annoy me (same thing happened with bnha)--that almost all of the other characters don't get nearly enough screen time. Most of the movie's slowness in parts, at least in my opinion, can be attributed to this overreliance on andrey and gorbachev's relationship to fuel the flames to the detriment of the plot and of other aspects of the film.

Which is a shame, because honestly as soon as I watched the movie I latched onto Katya. She's amoral and dangerous in a way that usually is only ascribed to male characters, and the way her cold and logical personality (and lack of morality) intersects and clashes with her femininity and the expectations surrounding her as a woman and a wife in the film is so juicy. I might write a meta on her sometime (in an alternate dimension where I actually write regularly lol) but still, we should be focusing as a fandom on her a lot more.

#goncharov #unreality #the movie's not real before anyone freaks out #katya goncharov #meta #goncharov meta #tumblr #tumblr inside joke

[nxmuzluv]

slow decline. | cheshire

media: my hero academia (bnha)

characters: ??? yurina, piece of shit yatarou keiichirou, ??? kamako

warnings: depictions of violence, arguments, cheating, foul language, mentions of an ed

genre: angst

word count: 8.5k

summary: attractive. wealthy. powerful. deities among a vast population of people who have mere mortals falling at their feet. they were their school’s “it couple.” a perfect pairing. a “match made in heaven.” they were made for each other. they were soulmates. oh, they were so in love. until they weren’t.

a/n: lmao wrote this while listening to “lay all your love on me” and “escapism.” btw, this is just a snippet of my bnha oc’s backstory, so enjoy !

it feels like every time yurina finds a sliver of happiness, the world bites her in the ass for it.

it happened just after graduation. scratch that. before graduation.

everyone knew that yurina was her school’s “queen.” even yurina herself knew, although she hated to admit it. she was the object of affection for a gaggle of posh preparatory school kids. “miss perfect.” with her stellar grades, talent, perceived attractiveness, and a slew of other things people find “appealing,” everyone either wanted to be her, or to be with her.

(how stupid. how shallow.)

and one of those people was yatarou keiichirou.

he was just like her. the scion of one of japan’s wealthiest families. six foot three. one of the star players of the basketball team.

(oh god, this sounded too much like a cliche american teenage film. yurina hated it.)

keiichirou had yurina enchanted. with his stupid smile and equally stupid persistence, he wouldn’t stop until he got yurina to reciprocate his “feelings.” the ravenette didn’t put much effort into that newfound “relationship,” some sick, sick part of her finding it entertaining. leading yet another airheaded boy on, like she had done for months leading up to then. oh, it gave her so much control.

but, it just… kept going.

keiichirou was persistent. too persistent. and as a result, the sick feeling soon melted away, and it was slowly replaced with a feeling yurina hadn’t felt in years. she… enjoyed being around keiichirou. a smile tugged at her lips every time she spotted him waiting outside her class for her. she felt so lighthearted when she was sitting with him at lunch. a pounding shook her chest every time they spoke after school, his voice ringing out of her phone as she flipped through homework. their relationship became more genuine than yurina would’ve liked.

but she couldn’t get enough of it. it was like a drug, and she just wanted more, more, more.

mistake number one.

everyone saw it. yurina’s friends teased her about it. others were green with envy over it. yurina was in love with yatarou keiichirou. she was in love.

mistake number two.

it happened sometime in october. at eight at night. over the phone. it’s such a vivid memory within yurina’s mind that it makes her want to puke. what made her stomach fill with butterflies now makes it churn. but, deep down, it also brings tears to her eyes. and those tears hold so many emotions it makes her want to scream.

“so, uh…” keiichirou started. it was obvious he was trying to sound less nervous than he actually was. “yuri-chan?” the girl in question answered with a hum, her heterochromic eyes leaving her paper full of equations to gaze at her phone.

(keiichirou could call her that. he could call her yuri. bless her heart, she was so in love.)

(her gaze had softened, too.)

“um, i…” he continued. both of their hearts were pounding. yurina’s was genuine, keiichirou’s was a mystery. “i forgot to mention this to you at school, but…” yurina thought his forgetfulness was just oh-so endearing. he was so nervous he forgot? how cute.

keiichirou went on to tell yurina the “obvious.” he liked her. loved her, even. just like she did. he told her that he wished he was better with words, so that he could write a heartwarming letter proclaiming his love for her. so that he could slip it into her locker before school and make it “perfect.” but he wasn’t, and so he had to resort to a phone call at eight at night. and, oh, that had yurina wrapped around his stupid little finger.

she had to hold back the elated squeal she wanted to let out, not wanting to sound like a silly schoolgirl (which she was, but poor, desperate little she couldn’t have known that then). and so, she simply asked, “you do?”

keiichirou, on edge with anticipation, answered, “yeah, i do.”

and the rest was fucking history.

mistake number three.

from then on, keiichirou and yurina were an “item,” and their school couldn’t get enough of them. they shared kisses during lunch. they talked for hours after school. they were each other’s arm candy to those high class events they were forced to go to, sneaking out each and every time to get some air (and make out) on the rooftops. yurina would go to nearly every basketball game of his and smother him in kisses (whether or not their school even won), and keiichirou would show up to her extracurriculars without fail. he would shower yurina in affection, surprising her with anything and everything she happened to look at during their dates, and pushing bouquets of ridiculously expensive roses into her arms nearly every time they saw each other.

(they went to the winter ball together, too. he was her damn escort at her debutante ball, too.)

meeting each other’s parents was… interesting to say the least.

they were elated at the news of yurina and keiichirou’s relationship. yurina had charmed keiichirou’s parents with her respectful demeanor and dry wit that peeked out every so often (and with how obvious her feelings towards their son were), and keiichirou had hachirou and kamako sold with his megawatt smile and how much he cared for their “little girl.”

(keiichirou and her father were similar, too. how funny.)

in their parents’ eyes, their relationship was heaven-sent. both of their families were a step away from royalty, brimming with wealth and influence beyond comprehension. their parents couldn’t wait for marriage. the union of their families would be plastered across nearly every newspaper. and children would be even better.

yurina’s mother said that her relationship with keiichirou was a “match made in heaven.” back then, she (with her lovesick ass) agreed. but in retrospect? those words might’ve been what sealed yurina’s fate.

and no one had the faintest clue.

in the weeks leading up to graduation, yurina noticed that something was… wrong. the people that fell at her feet (much to her annoyance) just months prior were now greeting her with shifty smiles and stuttering words. whispers fell from their lips every time she walked by, and they (stupidly) acted like she didn’t notice. yurina couldn’t care less about what they had to blabber about, but she couldn’t help but wonder…

what happened?

(maybe she should’ve stayed ignorant, actually.)

graduation continued to draw closer. yurina continued to throw herself into her studies, while desperately trying to find some time for her dear boyfriend. but each and every time they hung out, it became more and more obvious. keiichirou’s behavior was… erratic. unpredictable. it would either be distant and cold, or enthusiastic and overbearing. it was one extreme to the other and yurina just… didn’t get it. she was supposed to be the “smart” one, so why didn’t she get it?

just what the fuck was happening?!

…and then she found out.

(unfortunately.)

every time she saw keiichirou, something was different. during walks he would be silent. his steely grey eyes were far off, as if he wasn’t even aware that his girlfriend was right next to him. as they studied for finals, he would be so… distracted. as if his head was full of cotton and his ears full of water. yurina would have to say his name three times for him to respond, and would chastise him just as much for being on his phone.

(just what was he doing on there, anyways?)

(something she definitely wouldn’t like, that’s for sure.)

and even during those stupid galas, keiichirou would still act like he had no idea where he was. every time yurina would attempt to hold onto his arm (like she always did), he would push her away, mumbling some stupid excuse. and each and every time, yurina would brush it off. but that part of her brain would nag her, filling her head with paranoid thought after paranoid thought.

(did he fall out of love? oh god, please don’t let it be that.)

and sometimes, keiichirou would be the complete opposite. he would shower her in everything she desired like before, would try to steal kisses from her even while sitting in a classroom. he would do anything for her. but, this time, it was yurina’s turn to push him away. she just felt so… unsure.

(unsure? when did he ever make her feel unsure?! she was never supposed to feel fucking unsure!)

instead of feeling loving, keiichirou’s actions now felt… desperate. like he was desperately trying to make everything seem normal. desperately trying to lie to her. but when their school’s graduation ball came around, when yurina was (predictably) crowned “grad queen,” nothing felt normal. it felt… stiff. rehearsed. and even as everyone was coddling them, swooning over them, and asking for (way too many) pictures, their shaky smiles showed that they knew. everyone knew.

everyone but yurina.

the “teen dream” was falling apart, and everyone but the other half knew.

(and the worst part? it hadn’t even been a year.)

-

it happened as she was just trying to get to bed.

her hair and ears tied up in a towel, damp with bath water, yurina paraded around her room as she clutched a robe to her chest and hummed a song. nakamori akina, if she remembers correctly.

(oh, who was she kidding? of course she could fucking remember.)

it was a little past nine. yurina’s lights were dim and her room was humid, filling with the smoke of her lengthy, late night bath. for some reason, her phone was constantly vibrating with notifications, and every time yurina looked, she wondered why. it was nine at night, why was her phone blowing up so much?

as they say, curiosity kills the cat.

they were mostly texts from her friend, hasegawa ai. she, yurina, and another one of their friends—honda kaede—were the trio known the world over. everyone knew them, but no one knew them. they were probably the most closely guarded group of friends to ever walk the earth.

but that isn’t the point.

ai, bless her heart, knew everything. and it could either be a blessing, or a curse. back then, yurina thought of it as a curse. why did ai have to know everything, and why did she have to pass it onto her? but now? it was honestly a bit of both.

yurina’s expectations were low as her eyes scanned over her screen, but she felt her heart drop as she read a certain message.

“yuri-chan, i’m so sorry.”

…what?

her eyebrows furrowed with sheer confusion. sorry? sorry for what? yurina knew for a fact that ai would never do anything to her, so she was sure she wasn’t apologizing for herself, but… just what in the hell was she apologizing for?

the more she read, though, the worse it got.

oh god, it was all too much. and of course ai had all of it. text messages, secret recordings… and they were all from keiichirou. the same bitch who was supposed to be her boyfriend. and, god, what was in them…

him calling a girl who wasn’t her “baby.” (it’s funny, because he called her that, too.) him admitting to using her. (it wasn’t over text, either.) him laughing with his stupid, sleazy friends and calling her a “clingy whore.” (oh, look at that. he was projecting.) yurina felt her hands tremble with every word she read. her blood grew hotter and her eyes stung, not to mention that they were blown open with pure shock. she didn’t want to keep scrolling. she didn’t. but she couldn’t find a way to stop. and as she kept going, yurina could hear her illusion shatter. again.

but the twisted cherry on top?

“like, oh my god…” that was keiichirou. and he sounded… exasperated. yurina had never heard him sound so annoyed. ever.

oh, something was so wrong.

“the bitch has daddy issues or something.” he continued. “apparently daddy failed to shower his little girl in affection as much as she would’ve liked, so now she’s clinging to me like some desperate bitch. she’s annoying as shit, but it’s a win-win for me! our little princess is clinging to my arm any chance she gets, and i’m more popular than ever. it’s fucking perfect.”

and then he laughed. all of them laughed. at the sound of yurina’s boyfriend calling her a “desperate bitch.”

jesus fucking christ.

yurina had to resist the urge to toss her phone across her room, slamming it down with shaky hands, wide eyes, and fast breaths. he was using her. keiichirou was using her, and all while cheating on her with some fucking gold digger.

oh, she’s heard this one before.

yurina tried to keep it in. she really did. but the longer she thought about it, the more it drilled itself into her head, the worse it got. how could she be so stupid?! she loved him, but the entire fucking time he had her dancing in his little palm. the entire fucking time he was using her as a way to feel better about himself.

she knew his stupid fucking smiles were shifty.

everyone used her. keiichirou shouldn’t have been different.

and yet, yurina still fell in love with him.

tears fell from her eyes as she clutched the towel on her head, her nails digging into the material. her body shook as sobs wracked her frame, but soon, her sadness—her sheer heartbreak—was replaced with searing anger.

a scream tore from yurina’s throat. rest assured, she damn near rose hell that day.

it was a teary, messy, and violent breakdown, filled with mantras of “i hate him. i hate him. i hate him.” yurina threw things off her counters, kicked over her dresser, and even tore claw shaped holes into her chair. she was nothing but sheer anger, even if heartbroken tears spilled from her eyes almost uncontrollably. she kept screaming, even if her throat was raw with emotion. but, god, she didn’t care.

(not caring would kind of become her thing.)

eventually, her anger simmered down, reverting right back to the sadness and heartbreak that started it all. she sunk to her floor, surrounded by broken bottles and the pungent smell of expensive french perfumes.

yurina’s eyes were blurry with tears. at one point, her towel had fallen off her head, revealing her damp hair that only stuck to her face. and sitting on the floor, figuratively and literally at her lowest point, she had never felt worse. god, she looked horrible.

not even seconds later, though, kamako—her mother—came rushing into her daughter’s room.

she looked nearly as disheveled as yurina did, tugging at the collar of her kimono to straighten it. concern was written all over her face, her yellow eyes slightly wide with surprise. “princess?” she spoke.

that single word was enough to break yurina down again, another sob falling from her lips as her head snapped up to meet her mother’s concerned amber gaze. and even though it felt as if her throat was full of blood and tears, yurina mustered up enough energy—harbored enough hate—to scream out four words that would seal the fates of both her and yatarou keiichirou.

“i fucking hate him!”

(a far cry from before, huh? when almost all yurina could talk about was how in love they were.)

…and then she collapsed into tears, into her mother’s arms, and stayed there for what felt like an eternity.

(wherever her father was? only god knows.)

(but of course he wouldn’t be there to comfort his only fucking daughter.)

(...he and keiichirou really were similar.)

-

for the first time in a long time, yurina felt fifteen again. it was a sick parallel, but she felt as if she was sobbing into her mother’s chest, desperate and unsure after she discovered her father’s affair. after her father ignored her because she had. as she sat with her head on kamako’s shoulder, staring at her carpet with glossy, red eyes, yurina couldn’t help but think back to that shitty time in her life.

but, instead of the woman being cheated on being her mother, it was her. and it felt a thousand times shittier than before.

yurina and kamako sat in silence for… a while. and it was comforting. after screaming her ass off for only god knows how long, it was comforting to finally get silence. to finally take a damned break after… all of that.

the raven-haired teenager couldn’t bring herself to speak, but thankfully, kamako broke the silence for her. with an arm slung around her daughter’s shoulder, the 43-year-old feline rubbed yurina’s arm in rhythmic, comforting strokes.

“it hurts, doesn’t it, baby?” kamako asked, playing with a strand of yurina’s long hair. the teenager in question sighed, staring at her carpet with such an empty look that it was hard to tell if that was really her.

“like hell.” yurina answered, her voice raw and trembling. it was almost as if tears were still bubbling within her chest, and it sucked.

kamako shifted her position, pulling her daughter just a smidge closer. “well, it’s sick and twisted but,” she rested her chin on yurina’s head, not really caring about the dampness of her hair. “at least you’ve got a mother who can understand.”

yurina bit her lip at that.

the thing is, that was exactly the point.

when her father’s affair was found out, yurina was there. in fact, she was the one who broke the news to her mother. she saw how it affected her, how stressed out she became by the day. she was the one who witnessed their violent arguments, and the aftermath of vases shattered and glass broken. and she watched as her parents’ marriage broke down, and as a half-brother she didn’t want was tossed into their lives.

yurina had witnessed it all.

(god, her life was such a fucking soap opera.)

and yet…

her throat got tight. even after all of that, yurina still fell in love with her father’s fucking mirror image. she watched the light leave her mother’s eyes as she learned that the man she loved had stabbed her in the back, and yet yurina still clung to a relationship that was doomed from the fucking start.

she was supposed to know, and yet that still happened.

god.

“mom.” she spoke, tears threatening to slip out of her heterochromic eyes. kamako hummed. “why… why did this have to happen to me?”

asking such a question pissed yurina off. it filled her head with thoughts of him and it made her so damn angry. everyone fed her the lie that she and keiichirou were “perfect” for each other, and yurina sat there and believed them. they were supposed to be something, they had so much planned (well, yurina had). and keiichirou ruined everything.

she still couldn’t understand, and it made her blood boil. why, why, why?! why did it have to be her?!

(why did it have to be them?)

yurina clenched her jaw, trembling as her thoughts only got worse. the prolonged silence pushed her over the edge again, and a broken sob left her lips as tears finally spilled from her eyes. “i…” she croaked out. “i was so happy. why did it… why did he…?”

kamako clutched onto her daughter, almost as if yurina was going to disappear. “oh, sweetie…” she whispered. yurina could feel herself crack, and her tears kept flowing even though she desperately wanted them to stop. she kept sobbing and sobbing and sobbing, and her mind kept flashing back to everything that she had. everything that could’ve been. why? why was her life so fucking terrible?

“do you think you could talk about it, baby?” kamako asked, her voice as soft as silken sheets. granted, yurina wanted to do something much worse, but talking could… help. the eighteen year old wiped fresh tears from her face, tried to harden her expression, and nodded.

“sure.” she answered. it stung to speak, but she pushed the pain to the darkest corners of her mind (such sick foreshadowing). “i need to get all of this… shit off my fucking—”

yurina paused. she nearly forgot that her mother was right next to her. the last time she swore in front of her she almost got her ears torn off. the girl bit her lip, trying to keep those twisted emotions from bubbling over yet again. she huffed. “sorry, mom.”

the woman in question smiled, although it was a rather… bittersweet one. kamako pulled her daughter even closer. “it’s alright, princess.” she said. it would be rather… wrong to tell yurina off for simply swearing, especially when she looked like—well, more like when she just—went through hell and back. and if she did, kamako would be no better than her stupid husband.

(and yurina’s sorry excuse of a father.)

yurina sighed, sinking further into her mother’s embrace. “i loved him, mom. i did.” she spoke, her voice flat. hidden under her flat, dejected tone, however, was a myriad of emotions. sadness, regret, betrayal… anger. “and he… he made me look so stupid.”

the 18-year-old pushed her tears away. pushed all those shitty emotions away until they were nothing more than a distant memory. pushed them so far to the back of her mind that she wouldn’t have to feel anything anymore. so that she wouldn’t have to feel her heart shattering the longer she thought about her failed relationship.

(another fucking failed relationship.)

yurina took another breath, and from then on, she couldn’t stop. “i… i don’t know how i fell in love with someone like him.” she breathed out. “i don’t know how he did it, but god, he was so sweet. he gave me everything. i gave him everything. and… and he… he turned around and—” yurina dug her nails into her arms, her eyebrows furrowing with an anger she never thought she’d ever feel. her eyes stung. her chest was tight.

god, she had never felt so pathetic.

the teenager sniffed. “...all he fed me were lies. all of it.” yurina’s voice was quiet now. subdued. trying in a desperate attempt to quell its own fury. “he played me like a damn violin. he made me look like a fucking fool, and i’m supposed to be the smart one. god damn it, mom, why did it have to be me?!”

yurina shattered again. no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t keep her tears at bay. and kamako held her like the world was ending, her face contorting with sympathy. “baby girl…” she spoke, her voice in a mere whisper. “it was never your fault, sweetie. it’ll never be your fault. remember that, alright?” yurina’s tears had simmered down into muffled sobs, but the dull ache in her heart still remained. for some stupid reason, it still yearned for the boy that broke her heart. yearned for a feeling that slipped through her fingers twice over.

and she hated it.

“i’m not stupid.” the teenager choked out, pushing out broken phrases through a throat thick with tears. “i’m not fucking stupid, and yet he made me look like a damn idiot!” yurina was a mess, pushing back her damp hair and staring at her floor with bloodshot eyes. “he played me like a motherfucker, mom… all because i fell in love with him! all because i… i—”

kamako kissed her daughter on the forehead, and if she could’ve pulled her closer, she would’ve. “i know, sweetheart.” the woman whispered. “i can’t tell you that it’ll be okay, because clearly it isn’t. but…” kamako trailed off, letting out a heavy breath. “you didn’t deserve that, baby.”

yurina didn’t even bother to wipe her tears away anymore. “i know that.” she spoke, her voice seemingly cracking with every word. “and that’s what sucks.” kamako’s already downtrodden expression shifted at her daughter’s words, clutching onto the teenager’s hand. seeing yurina so heartbroken killed her, especially since that was the last thing kamako wanted to happen to her own daughter. she wanted yurina’s life to be as far from her own as possible, but it seems like history was fated to repeat itself regardless. like the world was just far too cruel.

kamako sighed. “here’s something better, sweetie.” she said. “he didn’t deserve you.”

something inside yurina clicked. her mother was… right. as much as she wanted to say “but i loved him so much,” what good was there in saying that? she loved keiichirou, yes, but he fucked it up. if he truly loved her, he wouldn’t have ripped her heart to shreds, and yurina had far better things to do than to waste her breath on a bitch that didn’t even care.

all yurina could manage was a simple nod as she wiped her face. kamako weaved her hands through her daughter’s hair, picking through the knots that had seemingly just appeared. “now, baby girl,” the older woman said, her voice still silky smooth. “what do you want to do about it?”

yurina didn’t even have to think about her answer. “i never want to see his ass again.” her voice was now calm. composed. even though you could still hear the tears, it was as if yurina pulled herself together in a matter of minutes. “i want to make yatarou keiichirou’s life a living hell, mom.” yurina could feel her rage bubbling up again, threatening to erupt at practically any moment. but, instead of wanting to manifest into tears and incessant yelling, it wanted to manifest into stone cold vengeance.

kamako hummed. “and i’ll be there with you every step of the way, darling.”

and what a relief that was. what a relief that yurina’s mother wasn’t like her father. that she didn’t pretend as if her own daughter didn’t exist. that she didn’t run away from her problems. that she was actually there for her fucking teenage daughter. what a fucking relief.

after all, it was just mother and daughter, in this bullshit together.

-

graduation was… exhausting, and yurina knew it wasn’t supposed to feel that way.

she was valedictorian, yes, her school’s “star student” or whatever, but when you’re graduating alongside someone you loathe, it isn’t the most ideal. the entire time it was just pretend, pretend, pretend. yurina had to pretend that she and keiichirou were still their school’s biggest obsession, all for the gaggle of social climbers that wouldn’t stop fawning over them. she spotted her father in the crowd, pretending that he wanted to be there. for a split second, his face dropped, showing just how little he fucking cared. but his expression would shift every time, and he would plaster on a tight grin that was simply too stiff to be real. oh, it pissed yurina off.

(she caught her mother in the crowd, though. beaming with such genuine pride even though she was sitting next to her sorry excuse of a husband. that made her feel a little better.)

(and the rest of her family was there, too. the sight of her cousins cheering as loudly as they possibly could every time her name was mentioned made her heart flutter.)

(almost everyone in her class cheered once her name was called, actually. as if she would ever give two shits about them, though.)

but worst of all?

keiichirou was smiling like an idiot the entire time. holding onto her like an oh-so doting boyfriend and pretending as if he wasn’t such a huge piece of shit. yurina knew everything, and for him to act as if he wasn’t actively thinking about another bitch? oh, that was rich.

(her life really was the definition of “not all that glitters is gold,” huh?)

after graduation, keiichirou never left yurina’s head, and god, wasn’t it annoying. even as her family’s annual trip to france was approaching (where she would have to be stuck with another person she fucking hated), her mind was full of him. but instead of those lovey-dovey thoughts she had floating around in her head a few months prior, however, all yurina could think of was how to ruin keiichirou’s life.

as the days went by, it slowly dawned upon her that she and keiichirou were technically still together, even though he didn’t give a shit and she hated his guts. and as much as she wanted to shove any and all memories of him to the back of her mind and forget he ever existed, yurina needed to truly end it, or else it would follow her for the rest of her life.

and that’s one thing she detested.

so one day, she invited him over.

and, god, wasn’t it infuriating.

yurina sat on the edge of her bed, stone faced and cold hearted. it was a stark difference in comparison to the scorching cup of coffee she held in her hands, its temperature heating up her calloused palms. despite what was going to occur within the next few minutes, yurina’s mind was as blank as her expression, as if what was going to happen wouldn’t piss her off.

the ravenette heard footsteps, and her jaw tightened. she let out a breath, heavy with emotion. yurina knew exactly who those footsteps belonged to. yatarou keiichirou.

her ex-boyfriend.

yurina kept her door open, and the second she saw keiichirou’s face, it took everything in her not to start screaming. her gaze steeled, glossing over with a sort of darkness that could only be described as pure loathing.

“yuri-chan, we haven’t seen each other in a month.” keiichirou began, and the mere sound of his voice already made her want to roll her eyes. “what made you—”

god, he was so annoying. for him to just waltz into her bedroom and act as if he didn’t ruin her life? and for him to call her yuri? keiichirou truly had no shame, and it pissed yurina off. she looked up through her eyelashes, but it wasn’t the flirtatious stare that had every boy before keiichirou captivated, it was cold. hard. dark. deadly.

that certainly made him shut up.

(thank fuck.)

“get out of my room, keiichirou.” yurina spoke, her tone devoid of any and all emotion. the sound of her voice, completely and utterly lacking the love that it possessed just months before, threw keiichirou for a loop. and on top of that, she called him keiichirou. his full name. she hadn’t called him that in… forever. it was always kei before. or baby, or… something else. never keiichirou. never his name.

just what happened?

(oh, he knew what happened.)

keiichirou attempted to speak, but yurina cut him off so quickly it almost made his head spin. “get out.” she repeated. “i don’t want to speak to you here. so get out.”

“yuri-chan—” he choked out. that almost made yurina burst a blood vessel.

“stop calling me that!” she exclaimed, her voice almost rising to a full-on yell. keiichirou stepped back, clearly surprised. and if yurina wasn’t so pissed, that would’ve filled her with sick satisfaction. “and stop freezing. when i say do something the first time, do it. now get. out.”

yurina didn’t sound like keiichirou’s girlfriend. instead, she sounded like his boss. his dictator.

(and, god, didn’t she love it.)

keiichirou huffed, but he surrendered regardless, retracting his foot from yurina’s carpet and stepping out of the doorway he barely entered. yurina let out a breath, as well, closing her eyes in a desperate attempt to regulate her rampant emotions. her thoughts were running wild, and she couldn’t make sense of any of them. she clutched her mug so hard it could’ve shattered. but she placed it down, stood up, and walked out. into a hallway with the boy that never loved her.

yurina closed her door behind her, and immediately took to staring daggers through her ex-boyfriend. he stared back with such a pitiful look in his eyes that it almost made yurina laugh, and it was nothing but heavy, crushing silence for what felt like hours.

that was until yurina finally spoke.

“so, when were you going to tell me that you were cheating on me, keiichirou.” she said, and she could feel keiichirou’s heart sink. it sounded like a question, but it definitely wasn’t. yurina didn’t need an answer, because she already knew. the answer was never.

and that was the worst fucking part.

“w-what?” he stuttered out. yurina let out a breath at that, trying so desperately to reel it in just for now.

“what do you mean ‘what,’ you idiot?” yurina asked, her tone harsh and dripping with venom. “there are three fucking people in this relationship, and it’s your fault. did you ever even love me in the first place? oh wait, no you fucking didn’t.”

keiichirou faltered. “yuri—” he began, but sighed before he could add that dreaded ‘-chan.’ “yurina, what are you talking about? i do love you—”

“can it.” she spat. “if you really fucking loved me, you wouldn't have called me a ‘desperate bitch’ behind my fucking back!” and that’s when he froze. how… did she know that? she wasn’t supposed to know that. he said that in a locker room… there wasn’t anyone who ratted him out, was there?

(oh, what an idiot.)

“yurina, i…” keiichirou tried to pick his words carefully. tried to craft another perfect lie. “i would never say that. you know that—”

“oh, shut the fuck up!” yurina exclaimed, trying not to punch a hole through her expensive mahogany door. “you would say that because you did! i heard it, and you can thank ai for that.” keiichirou couldn’t respond to that. he tried to think back to just who ai was, and then it clicked. one of yurina’s best friends. one-third of her little posse. of course yurina would find out.

(that lying little fuck.)

“you just sit here and lie, lie, lie! that’s all you fucking do!” yurina kept going, her anger rising with every word. “and you seriously thought that i wouldn’t find out eventually? well i did, and now we’re no longer a thing.”

keiichirou stuttered. “w-what?” he asked. “when the hell did that happen?”

“just now, genius.” yurina responded. that clipped tone never left her voice. “scratch that, a month ago. what? you thought that when i found out you were cheating on me with some whore, that i would just sweep that shit under the rug? that i wouldn’t drop your ass? you’re fucking funny, keiichirou!”

all yurina saw was red. she didn’t see her loving, doting boyfriend anymore. she saw a liar, a cheater, and some nobody who was just like everyone fucking else. and, honestly, she should’ve seen that a while ago.

“and don’t even get me started…” she continued, digging such deep crescents into her palms that they almost bled. “fucking another desperate bitch was one thing, but then you had to go ahead and use me like some basic ass social climber? your depravity really has no damn limits.” both of their chests were heaving now. yurina’s anger was already at its peak, and keiichirou’s was steadily approaching.

(for whatever fucking reason.)

“oh my god…” keiichirou sounded exasperated. yurina’s heard this one before. “well, maybe i wouldn’t have had to do that if you weren’t so damn clingy!”

it was as if her entire world came to a screeching halt.

yurina’s heterochromic eyes were as wide as saucers now. did he… really just…? his words were so achingly familiar that it hurt. it stung. but most of all, it made her angry. fire lit on the tip of her tongue, setting her words—her emotions—ablaze.

“oh, fuck you!” yurina screeched. she took a step forward for the first time since she entered that hallway, then another, and another… until she was standing right in front of him. and she shoved him with all her might, pouring every bit of her anger into that one movement. keiichirou was nearly sent tumbling, and yurina would be lying if she said that she didn’t want to see him bust his shit.

“so now you want to turn this on me?!” she exclaimed. “oh, this is rich. this is so fucking rich… you’re just like him, you asshole! you’re just like my fucking father! and you know what’s real funny? i told you. you knew what he did. i trusted you! and you know what your sorry ass did? you did the same fucking thing. and you did it to me! go fuck yourself!”

yurina’s throat was raw as she spat out those last three words. her chest was heaving, and her eyes burned with tears. but this time, they weren't for the loss of her “perfect” relationship, or for what could’ve been. they were for herself.

(finally.)

“yurina… i’m…” keiichirou said, his voice now reduced to a mere whisper. it was a far cry from before, and it made yurina so angry. “i’m sorry.”

“no you’re not. you’re not fucking sorry.” yurina whispered, her voice shaky with tears that she didn’t want to come. “you’re only sorry because you got caught, keiichirou. you’re only sorry because you didn’t get the chance to squeeze me for everything that i was worth. you’re only sorry for yourself. you’re only sorry because you got fucking caught!”

yurina shoved a vase off of a table, its green porcelain shattering and spreading across the freshly polished floors. keiichirou flinched, staring at his ex-girlfriend with fear in his eyes.

all of this was painfully familiar, and the shattering of that vase brought yurina right back to three years ago. her, fifteen years old, peeking from behind a wall and watching as her father shattered a glass table. watching as her mother flinched with such fear. back then, she thought that her mother didn’t deserve that. back then, she thought that she would never become her father.

and now here she was, shattering vases just like dear old dad.

but looking at the boy she used to love, fear glossing over his features, yurina didn’t feel like she felt three years ago. she didn’t feel pity or remorse. in fact, she felt as if keiichirou deserved it. in fact, she felt as if he deserved worse.

“it’s funny. hilarious even, because you really thought you won. you really did.” yurina spoke, her voice simmering down into an emotion that was far too unreadable. “but guess what? you’re a fucking idiot, yatarou keiichirou.”

they stared at each other again, the thick silence dragging on, and on, and on. and once again, yurina was the one to break it.

“get out, keiichirou.” she said, her voice as flat as it was at the beginning. “i never want to see your ass again.”

he tried to protest, his mouth falling open and broken words falling out of them. his desperate attempt at damage control (or rather, his desperate attempt to save his own ass) made yurina so furious, she almost broke something else.

“get out!” she screamed. at that point, she could’ve coughed up blood. keiichirou flinched again, and with one last heartbroken look (fucking liar) and one last attempt at choking out some sappy bullshit that he didn’t even mean, he turned around and left.

and not once did he look back.

that made everything so much easier.

yurina stood there, hand on the table, staring at the pieces of shattered porcelain that dotted the floors with glossy eyes. she didn’t even realize that she was crying until her tears hit the ground. the teenager hastily tried to wipe them away, but they just kept coming. a choked sob fell from her lips, and another… and another, until there were just too many to count.

(why? why the fuck was she crying?)

yurina sank to the floor, where she buried her face into her knees and sobbed. and as if it was a miracle, her mother came up just moments later.

(bless her perfect timing.)

kamako stared at her daughter, utterly heartbroken for the second time, and it took everything in her not to begin crying herself. she didn’t have the heart to tell yurina that she ran into keiichirou, either, not after he was the one who caused all of this.

the woman was quiet as she sat down next to yurina, sans her gradually decreasing sobs, and silence—much more comfortable than before—settled over mother and daughter. but once yurina broke it, her voice was hoarse. raw. chocked so full of emotion that it broke kamako’s heart.

“i’m sorry, mom.” yurina whispered. her mother sighed, leaning her head on her baby’s shoulder. “i’m sorry, too.” she echoed, her voice thick with tears as she ran her hand over her daughter’s hair. just like she had done so many times before.

meanwhile, yurina continued to stare at the floor, thoughts running rampant within her head yet again.

she was right.

the world really did come back and bite her in the ass.

-

months had gone by since then, and now, college admissions were around the corner.

yurina had applied for nearly every ritzy, elite college under the sun, and it was no surprise that she was a shoo-in for all of them (she had the highest exam scores out of her entire class, for god’s sake). she had her eye on an ivy league one in the states, or in some posh one for typical aristocratic children in england. despite that, however, yurina was unsure if college was even for her anymore.

her entire life, that’s what she’d been looking forward to. her entire life, she’d been groomed for that. graduate, go to a good—no, great—college, show off how good the family is, and then we’ll drag you right back. that’s all her life was.

but now, did she even care?

(no. no she didn’t.)

for the last few months, yurina’s mind was stuck on keiichirou (again, jesus fucking christ). she had been so angry since their “relationship” ended in a screaming match, and it was slowly starting to consume her whole. ever since then, her thoughts were only getting darker.

the only thing on yurina’s mind was revenge. that keiichirou couldn’t live knowing that he ruined everything. it made her so mad. how could he go on with his life when he had ruined hers? how? it was all his fault, and he just got to forget that it ever happened? the mere thought of him—going off, getting that prized sports scholarship that he droned on and on about to her just months ago, and replacing her with that bitch—pissed yurina off. he got to live his life, while yurina spent months wondering where it all went fucking wrong.

and one day, it dawned upon her.

if yurina didn’t get to live her life, then keiichirou didn’t either.

he never fucking deserved it, anyways.

so she unblocked his number, calling him again for the first time since summer break began. hearing his voice (his stupid, grating voice) made her want to scream, but she plastered on a stiff smile and made her voice so sickly sweet, it was almost disgusting. and just like keiichirou had, she lied.

yurina told him that she heard that he had gotten that little scholarship, and that she was so proud of him. she told him that even though their relationship crashed and burned, she just wanted to congratulate him. and when he began to get skeptical, she just played up her charm. like always.

that had him agreeing in a heartbeat.

(what a fucking fool.)

they met in an alleyway. in one of those posh shopping districts in downtown kyoto. where she and keiichirou used to go all the time, and where he used to plow through his father’s credit card just for her. it was such sick irony for yurina to choose a place like that.

she had a big blue shopping bag in her manicured hands, keiichirou’s favorite color. it had a little gift in it, something from his favorite brand.

(sad that he would never get to take it home, though.)

yurina gave him the biggest hug once she saw him, and keiichirou never even realized that she was faking it. she stared at him with a smile that was almost unsettling, and he had no clue that his stupid scholarship wouldn’t matter after yurina was done with him.

“was it hard?” yurina asked, her sweet tone such a far cry from how she normally spoke. from how she had spoken to keiichirou months before.

“huh?” keiichirou asked, snapping himself out of the sort of daze he had been in. “oh, no. of course not. i was one of the two out of the entire team to get awarded it, actually.” yurina’s unsettling smile grew. she was pretending that she cared. pretending that she was proud of him. just like he had done the entire time.

“that’s nice.” yurina said, her voice soft. “i never knew that.” there was a pout in her voice, but she knew exactly why she didn’t know. and keiichirou knew, as well.

(looks like he didn’t want to admit it, though.)

(coward.)

“uh… yeah.” he said, as hesitant as always. yurina hummed, and silence fell over them again. it seemed as if there was a lot of that between them recently. the ravenette sighed through her nose, placing the bag down without saying a word. all keiichirou did was watch.

“well, kei, i just wanted to give you this.” yurina spoke. “and a little… something else, too.”

before keiichirou had a chance to process the fact that yurina just called him “kei” for the first time in forever, she placed a hand onto his cheek, her nails grazing his skin. and before he had a chance to process that…

“i hope you know that you deserve this, sweetie.”

…he felt a knife plunge through his chest.

blood erupted from the wound, painting yurina’s cheek red. and keiichirou felt so much pain, his steely gray eyes blown open with pure shock. before he had a chance to bring a shaky hand to his injury, yurina stabbed him again. and again. and again. and again.

keiichirou’s eyes dulled, and yurina could see the life leaving him as the seconds passed. she kept going, and before she knew it, she stabbed right through his face. it was so bloody, but yurina didn’t stop. her jaw was clenched with anger, and hot tears clouded her vision just as much as the blood was. and as her sobs mixed with her screams, her rage—her sheer need for revenge—was the only thing pushing her forward.

and then, all of a sudden, it all simmered down. keiichirou fell to the ground.

dead.

yurina stepped back, staring down at the body of her ex-boyfriend with cold, dead eyes. she aggressively wiped the tears that stained her cheeks away, smearing the blood of the boy she used to love across her face. despite that, though, memories that she thought she had shoved to the deepest corners of her mind assaulted her yet again.

tears stung her eyes, and she wiped them away again. she tried so hard not to think about what they had. about everything they did. about how it was all doomed from the start, and how she would never get it back now. she tried, but it just kept coming back.

(but why? she was free now. why was she crying?)

yurina looked at the face of her ex-boyfriend. of yatarou keiichirou. a face she used to beam at and smother in kisses. a face that had her lighting up every time she saw it. it was now mangled beyond recognition, smeared in blood and gaping stab wounds. the boy that greeted her with hugs that lasted a lifetime was now dead in an alleyway. a faceless corpse. just another statistic.

(oh, how it derailed so quickly.)

yurina dried her tears again, merging into the dull brick of the wall behind her. her eyes never left the body of the boy who used to be the center of her universe.

when she said she never wanted to see his ass again, she meant it.

-

it had been a month since keiichirou died. since yurina killed him.

in that time, she had gotten his little slut, too. but unlike keiichirou, not a tear was shed over her. what was interesting, however, is that keiichirou’s parents had no idea that yurina and their darling son had broken up. they (foolishly) thought that she was just as distraught as them at the news of keiichirou’s murder, and she sure acted that way once they met up for dinner. they went on and on about how he had so much to live for, about how he was so close to getting into the college he had always dreamed of. and as much as yurina wanted to roll her eyes at every word, she simply nodded along, shed a few calculated tears, and spouted out the lie that she “wished he was here now.”

(hilarious.)

the funeral was in a few weeks, and of course, yurina was expected to attend. in the meantime, however, she had other things to do.

yurina closed the door behind her as quietly as she could manage, drunkenly leaning against it. one of her “friends” (or rather, one of her braindead followers) drove her home, but she was surprised that she didn’t collapse in the middle of the courtyard. the teenager let out a deep sigh, internally pleading for her pounding headache to just leave her alone.

stumbling into the kitchen, yurina swung open the refrigerator, leaning her scorching forehead onto its cool surface. her clouded eyes scanned over its contents, and it took everything in her not to snatch up her mother’s thousand dollar bottle of wine.

she opted for a tub of ice cream, instead. freshly bought and still unopened. it was vanilla, too. yurina grabbed a spoon, stuck a spoonful into her mouth, and slid down the counter.

the ravenette was almost in a daze as she shoved ice cream into her mouth, plowing through nearly half of it without even realizing. she stared off into the darkness, and the only thing preventing her from going completely mad was the endless drone of thoughts festering within her mind. yurina thought back to everything that had happened to her within the past year, and to where she was now. drunk, exhausted, and trying her hardest not to cry.

(binging, too. she would have to throw it up later.)

a boy that loved her unconditionally turned out to be a liar and a cheater (she’s heard this story before), and a lovesick (idiot) little girl turned into a heartbroken woman—a murderer—who couldn’t give two shits about love.

yurina sighed. she was right back to her old ways, huh?

looks like one slow decline really did begin another.

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wait i have more thoughts. (surprise surprise)

sirius tried watching reg’s pretentious anime just to shut him up, but he hated it, couldn’t get past the first few episodes on any of the series reg recommended. he does, however, absolutely love miyazaki, howls moving castle is his fav obvs (he tells reg this and reg tells him that his fav miyazaki film is grave of the fireflies and sirius calls him a sick and twisted bastard).

peter’s actually pretty into like the big shonens, not just the big three but also like fma, hxh, bnha, etc. but he’s pretty chill about it. sometimes he’ll show his shows to james and they have movie nights with popcorn it’s fun

lily is a casual fan, she seen most of the popular ones, but she doesn’t have super strong opinions about it, it’s just something to have on in the background.

mary is not an anime fan. she’s a sailor moon fan. she had a sailor moon bedroom and dressed up as sailor mars for multiple halloweens in a row, she’s seen ever episode of the original and of sailormoon crystals and she brings copies of the manga to school. but she has no interest in anime besides that.

marlene isn’t an anime fan as an adult, but she had a pretty intense yuri phase as a teenager (hard relate) and she had the biggest crush on homura it’s not even funny

dorcas is a pretentious anime fan, except, she’s what regulus thinks he is. she only watches anime that you have to buy vhs tapes of off ebay, and the majority of the time is a tape of a tape it’s so grunge. unlike reg, she also just never really mentions it. she’s part of some forums with other people that also watch these really obscure animes, but she never brings it up irl and doesn’t shame people for their taste (even tho she fully has the right to, she’s done the work)

remus hates anime. he’s one of those people that’s “bothered by the eyes.”

#this is too long but oh well #marauders #sirius black #peter pettigrew #lily evans #mary macdonald #marlene mckinnon #dorcas meadowes