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girlfictions · 11 months

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hari need to know your thoughts on the succession finale once you finish it 🙏

i’ve genuinely been in a state of shock since i finished the ep so i’m probably going to ramble terribly bc my brain will explode otherwise.... thoughts under the cut!!! and massive spoiler warning obviously 💪

OKAAYYY in no particular order:

greg getting whacked was beautiful i wish he'd been stomped into a pulp honestly sorry for not being able to separate the art from the artist but nicholas braun is a weasel and i hope he gets hit by a car

that being said tom and greg's interactions this ep were top tier i'm not a tomgreg enthusiast like That but i think every scene of theirs was hilarious as it was twisted

tom this whole episode... phenomenal. matthew is just a cut above in terms of acting he embodied tom's hunger and desperation and patheticisms so perfectly i really felt more and more unsettled by him every appearance

i do wish we had more stewy screentime but i also wish that for every single episode arian moayed is so freaking talented and charismatic and amazing and he ate up every second he was on screen

speaking of stewy. "you kiss guys on molly" <- BITCH.....? i actually don't know if i've mentioned this on tumblr but i'm a kenstewinator for life and frankly this was confirmation that they explored each other's bodies at college idgaf what anyone has to say about it

ohhhh my god the fucking "meal fit for a king" scene. i can't even find the words for it. seeing them all so happy and having so much fun with each other in that moment was just so heartbreaking bc i KNEW it wasn't going to last 😭 like my mum and i literally checked how much time was left in the episode after that scene and looked at each other like Wellll something terrible is going to happen isn't it.

kendall My beautiful baby boy kendall IM SORRY I WASNT YOUR MOTHERRRRRRRR . i could honestly write an essay about kendall in this episode alone i have never seen such a tragic crumbling of the self maybe ever. him sitting at logan's desk thinking he's finally won... his reaction to shiv betraying their deal... him attacking roman like i was seriously breathless my god that entire sequence was fucking crazy

and to be quite honest if i was kendall in that situation well i would have killed myself in that damn board room and changed the trajectory of all those old hags lives forever . like "i'm a cog built for one machine" And now he has nothing no father no siblings no wife no kids no company my fucking goddddddd 🤦‍♀️

i started chanting "please please please dont kill yourself" out loud in the final scene and i'm dead serious the kendall water motif HAUNTS ME and i was so freaking scared . but that final frame is honestly equally awful like kendall alone with colin in the background him basically becoming logan with none of the power this is seriously the worst possible ending for him.....

shiv doomed to repeat the pattern of being under a man's thumb is genuinely so deeply demented jesse armstrong sleep with one eye open. and i hate it so much because it makes so much SENSE like yeah she's lady macbeth she's caroline she's the wife she's the mother and she will never be anything else okay OKAYY.

like that scene w her and tom in the car where he waits for her to hold his hand was so fucking spine chilling also the ambiguity of us not knowing whether tom knows that shiv was the deciding vote in his favour is crazy <- i do think it makes sense that he would know but just shiv having that as a bargaining chip so they can sting each other over and over again like its all about the cycles i fear

roman being so resigned to it all by the end was sick like ok that comment about kendall's kids was evil but i still felt for him howeverr i do think out of the trio he will be objectively the most okay in the future... like he's free from it all in a way shiv obviously isn't and kendall literally can't be

honestly i'm struggling to articulate anything more i'm still so overwhelmed by how it came to a close.. never have i watched a show that left me so heartbroken and hollow but also absolutely satisfied narratively like succession is going down in the history books FR 😭

also they're def going to sweep the emmys and it will be so deserved i seriously think they need to invent a new rule to allow for a tie because i cannot imagine how they're going to decide between kieran and jeremy for best lead... <- i do lean a little towards jeremy bc i'm a biased kendall girl but kieran's performance esp in the first half of this season was just jawdropping so who knows

this got really long i'm so sorry but i feel like a crazed woman what a fucking show what a fucking ending i will never be the same after this SUCCESSION YOU WILL ALWAYS BE SO FAMOUS !!!!!!!!!!!!

#succession #succession spoilers

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safetycar-restart · 2 years

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hellooooo lemon here!! turns out i still have a lot of thoughts on past d/s seb pitch i think ill even make it two separate asks

so first of all, YES to him leaning into you like he can't help it and getting exhausted really easily after you start scening, but i feel like there is another layer to it. i mean, sure, his body is totally like 'pikachu i choose you' and just drops when he's in your care but his mind isnt necessarily there yet? less in terms of trust, he does get very comfortable in his relationship with you very quickly, but more in terms of how much he actually needs and how much of your time he ends up occupying bc of it.

because, look, he is a very responsible and thoughtful guy. stellar work ethic. has been aggressively self-sufficient (even if not necessarily by choice) to the point of bones cracking for the past several years.

so first off, it would completely blindside him how much care and downtime and just full-on recovery he actually needs, because he wouldnt have a good awareness of it at any point before it is actually safe enough to just drop and stay down. and at first, this is all thats happening: the moment his body recognises you as safe and just goes 'yup great im your problem now' he really is just that--all yours. he is leaning into you, he is seeking you out, he makes a beeline to you every time he sees you in the motorhome even if all he has time for is to say hi and get a very brief hug, he is squeezing everything out of whatever time he can get with you like a man in a desert offered a cup of water.

the thing is, as soon as his needs get at least remotely met, his brains kick back on, and he suddenly has so many problems with his own behaviour, because:

a) his body seems to just give out on him, which is fair, bc it snapped out of survival mode and refuses to be shoved back into it, but is still scary as fuck

b) he is suddenly not self-reliant at all, if something happens and your support gets pulled out from under him he'd just crumble like a house of cards, which is even worse, and

c) yes, your job is to take care of him, but its a job. how much of your 'office hours' does he end up occupying? how much of what's supposed to be your actual downtime? can he be sure he doesn't pull the blanket towards himself so much it affects how much energy you have on lance, who is equally in your care? his relationship with the ferrari dom arent an example, so he has no frame of reference as to how much of your time and energy he can expect to get in a balanced dynamic, and because to him the amount of support he suddenly needs feels overwhelming (in reality, it is quite a bit, but nowhere near actual disaster scale, especially after what he's been through), he becomes convinced he is way to much and you just dont have the heart to tell him to back off. and the last thing he wants is to cause you problems, because you are so, so good to him.

so he starts limiting himself. withdrawing. he doesn't seek you out nearly as often--he is still leaning into you if you happen to be around, he would gladly grab a lunch with you if you offer, he is never late to your sessions despite being late pretty much for everything else, but outside of scening he sort of... disappears.

you do find it odd when it starts to happen, but decide to wait and see how it plays out instead of confronting him right away: you know its important to him to feel competent and independent, so maybe now that he's healed at least a bit he wants to put some distance between you, see how he can fair without your hand-holding him so much. it goes pretty well at first, but then he starts leaving together with lance whenever youd scene with both of them, and that--that is more than just odd.

the problem is, while lance needs his aftercare to be more active (you ruffling his hair, talking to him, that sort of thing), seb needs it long. it doesnt have to be very engaged, he is good simply cuddling up to you and just laying there, he doesnt need too much attention, just some touch and time to feel safe and undisturbed, and maybe a little nap in your lap--because while scening does have huge benefits for him, it is also always intense emotionally if not physically and takes the last crumbs of energy out of him, what with how exhausted he is already.

so when at lance's 'i think im gonna head out' seb starts to jump up and get ready to go too, it sets off all sorts of alarm bells.

you let it slide, once, but when he tries to pull the same shit the next time, even though he is clearly not ready to leave, you tell him to stay. and he is so--he just tenses up, immediately, and looks like he expects you to be mad at him, to punish him, and your heart clenches, because... you just wish he would let you take care of him, but instead he feels broken for needing it in the first place.

and i feel like this is going to be a problem thats gonna arise a few more times, because while he desperately wants to believe that youre ready to and genuinely want to take care of him, he is so unused to being in this position the thought just has trouble sticking

this is a mile long again and i dont really know how to resolve it (do you schedule extra time with him so he doesnt feel like he's crashing on you after hours? do you turn your lunches into hand feeding him? i cant seem to find a good solution :c ) so can i please leave it in your tender care?

- Lemon 💜🍋

Ok everyone strap this is gonna be a long one because every point made here is IMMACULATE and I have so much to say. Lemon has once again outdone themselves holy fuck.

I fully agree that his mind takes a long time to catch up with his body, physically he's napping on your chest and leaning against you and seeking constant support, but mentally? He has no fucking idea where he is.

You can see that of course, so I think there would be a very fein line between helping and hurting and you often struggle to tell. Because, he needs the help and support, that much is clear. But he's also not in the right headspace for a lot of what you're offering?

You want to offer him a safe space, but you need to have some type of engagement with you, some communication so you know what he needs and can help him heal. Because you know he'll never actually heal unless he can engage with what happened to him and what he needs now.

Except if you push him, he might break and stop trusting you. So you really can't be asking too much of him, because the risk of him not trusting you anymore is far too great.

And of course while you're struggling with all of this, Sebastian is going through his own difficulties. He slowly begins to understand what's happening to him, what has happened to him and where he is now.

And yeah, he doesn't take it well.

Firstly, it's absolutely terrifying how Sebastian can't even manage to do things on his own anymore. I think, more than just struggling with the pressures of being a racing driver, he'd struggle even more with being alone?

His worst hours are when he's alone, when he must make his own dinners, do his own workouts, put himself to bed.

And that's why he spends so much time with you? Because when he's with you, you do those things for him. You help him make all his decisions, give him a safe harbour where he doesn't have to think about a single thing.

But the fact that he needs that is fucking terrifying. The fact that he can't put himself to bed... can't choose what to eat... can't do anything besides wait and hope he sees you soon.

I think it would take him a while to have the realisation that this is your job, that you're here because you're being paid.

And I actually think it will be something very small that does it? Maybe he's talking to his assistant about his schedule and she says, "Do you want an extra scene scheduled?" and of course he says yes, so his assistant says, "No problem, I'll let the finance guys know to add an extra scene to your Dom's payments"

That's when he realises. You're being paid to be here. Which he's known the whole time, but hearing it so casually...

He actually nearly breakdowns over that? Because it's never been professional to him. He's never been just a client. But has he... has he been just a client to you?

Which makes him wonder, are you being paid overtime? He thinks of how you always come to his room with him after scenes, how he seeks you out at lunches and dinners, how you call him during off weekends, how he's seeking more, needing more.

Which is when he starts distancing himself, because he thinks he's essentially been asking for too much for too long.

Only... it doesn't go well. He struggles so much. And I also think it would hurt him even more to pull away from you than all the scenes with his old Dom at Ferrari.

Because now, now he's choosing this. He's choosing to move away from the one thing that has helped him.

You notice, of course, but you leave it at first because you know it's important to respect Sebastian's decisions. Sebastian has had his own decisions undermined for so long, and you don't want to do the same.

But you know something is very wrong once he tries to leave after a scene the same time lance does. Because he can't do that. You know he can't do that. He won't be able to function.

Maybe he drops? Goes fully into subdrop? You notice it the next day, from the way he refuses to meet your eyes, can't seem to sit still, can stay focused or calm.

And the moment you get close enough, he just throws himself into your arms and begs for forgiveness. Promising you that he'll never do that again, never be so ungrateful again.

I actually think you might need to punish him for this. Which I know is very counterintuitive because usually you know you can't punish Sebastian or else he'll panic.

But this time, this time you need him to know that he actually has done something wrong.

He didn't trust you. He tried to make decisions about what he needs himself. That isn't his job, that is your job, his job is to be your good boy and do whatever you tell him.

It's not harsh punishment.

You spank him ten times. Making him count each one and comforting him the entire him, promising him it all he forgiven when he reaches ten, that he can forgive himself too, that the two of you will move forward, that you know he'll never do something like this again.

#past d/s au #nsfw.#sub!sebastian #sv #gn!reader #🍋

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bingobongobonko · 7 months

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back to his roots... made him look a little bit more frazzled. the hassan effect if you will. which, now im just ramblin, but yeah even though the hassans are all mostly the same, their personalities are fucking day and night i feel. and thats mostly because of environment and upbringing; well day and night comparing the first two against CPR hassan. i know you won't understand jackshit of what im saying but thats okay i promise its just me showing you my fridge drawings.

lancer hassan n dnd hassan arent THAT different, particularly in terms of personality. theyre both very solitary and anxious - but dnd hassan is a lot more cynical and afraid. like he just doesn't really see anything good in the world, it's all out to kill him or take everything from him. its a fucking nightmare world; whereas lancer hassan, equally anxious, has a very hopeful view on it. sure, everything sucks balls, but he's found solace in himself and his own things and he doesnt need anyone else. which is still a huge issue cuz hes isolated himself but its a work in progress. lancer hassan is a looot more stable than dnd, and i'd like to think thats because he's had better access to mental health resources, but its not by much. that and while dnd hassan understands socializing and being polite, lancer hassan kind of comes off as stuck up because he'll go out of his way to avoid people, when its really just because he gets overwhelmed by socializing and doesnt want to feel scrutinized. he's a lot more shy n soft spoken BUT. he very much loves cowboys and wishes he were one, too. pretty passionate abt a lot of his interests actually, cowboys and pre-omninet radio technologies. i like to think he'd mess around with radio signals on his free time, and see how far his transmitters can pick up. so tbh dnd hassan is just sad and tired all the time while lancer hassan is anxious and quiet most of the time. then there's cpr hassan. i cant say much but like. imagine a very angry and cocky redditor who just blasted u for getting video game lore wrong. There you go.

#fool's monologue #i like hassan hes my buddy #same guy but also not the same guy #dnd hassan is the dearest 2 me tho

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k0kichiimagines · 3 years

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Damn ur posting so fast uhh could I get some submissive shuichi hcs 😫🤞 - 🍒

I AM im on a caffine induced spree

and yes you may!!

- mod kokichi

Sub!Shuichi headcanons

CWs: N$FW

This man is a huge sub, he'd deny it to anyone who asked but you know better. Easily flustered, and quick to let you take the lead, too overwhelmed to really attempt to dom you.

Despite his shy nature, he's really whiney. Usually he's timid about asking for things, but the second its about letting him cum he's begging you till his voice is sore, he doesn't hold back at all.

Pillow prince, but only because you say you will pleasure him. He does want to please you, but soothing whispers about well you’ll treat him leave him happily on his back while he awaits your touch.

Equally? Tell him what to do, and where and how to touch you and he's eager to comply. He's not experienced, his fingers are shaky and movements uncertain, but he gets the job done. You'll be able to train him dw.

He's happy to be tied up, blindfolded, have toys used against him. For you to tease him, deny his orgasm, not let him touch you if anything it just turns him on further.

He's so pretty too!! His hair falling on his face, lips and cheeks pink, eyes watery. His shaky gasps are gorgeous too. If you leave hickeys on him he'll find himself staring at them in the mirror later on, cheeks turning pink again when he remembers your touch.

Okay but if you just go sit on his lap? He's in awe, he's stuttering but equally a happy boy.

#🍒anon #shuichi saihara x reader #shuichi x reader #saihara x reader #danganronpa x reader #danganronpa imagines #danganronpa v3 x reader

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cheswirls · 2 years

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as usual sw au has me by the throat when i am stupid busy BUT i did figure out a plot point this time so this all is an expansion on that.

(by far the longest one b careful on mobile. also this is more blatant ship so im tagging this time)

there is no good or bad with the force. it exists as one energy, one life force, and people are equally sensitive to it as a whole. the "light side" is simply a fabricated construct, as is the dark, and unfortunately, he had the ideals and mentality of those on the dark side instilled in him. he and ace, he says, easily could have had their places switched. (countering what hed said before) people arent born closer to one ideology over the other. everything fluctuates in turn, and he realizes this, wanting to be something, someone, that existed outside the bounds of both the light side and the dark side. someone that was only bound by the ways of the force, and not any sort of human intervention/interpretation.

near the end, ace begins to feel the pull on this logic too. hes not completely oblivious to the faults of the light side. hes not immune to the pull the dark offers. he is, however, entranced by the balance there must be between the two. or the unknown that exists outside of them, that sabo speaks so highly about. (he wants to exist there. with sabo. in a place he can be human and live as he like. with sabo thriving by his side. he wants a state of being where him and sabo can exist equally, even after all that has happened. and he wants to be assured that sabo will not fall to temptation as he has been taught to give in to for so long, now. he wants, so badly, for sabo to be free to exist how he pleases. how he wants to.) ace wants to feel and think and love, unbound by restrictions. he wants the chance to love sabo, entirely, with no regrets.

((and sabo wants, in turn. he wants everything to do with ace. he wants a world of greys instead of the stark black and white they exist in. he wants what they had in the bar, under the guise of a glamour charm. of ace so emotional, unrepentant, and looking at sabo like he was human, like he was something that could exist outside the pull of death and destruction. because no one had ever looked at him like that before, had ever been that way with him before, had never kissed him like that before. he chokes up just remembering how special it had felt to be held in ace's arms, to be seen like that, and he wants wants wants. wants an entire life just like that. he would steal ace away from the world (and ace would go willingly, he knows) just for the chance to exist in that state. if he could only be free of his own inner turmoil and raging emotions, even if he had to cut himself off from the force entirely, then he could begin to be the kind of person ace deserved to spend the rest of his life with. because sabo is selfish, the absolute worst, but for ace he would absolutely repent. as long as he got a chance to be at ace's side he would sacrifice whatever was necessary.))

somewhere in the middle, ace and sabo meet face-to-face for the first time. it is an unforgettable experience. for sabo, disguised to remain under anonymity, its a surprise undercut by the intense rush of affection brewing in his gut, to learn that he was with ace, the same force-sensitive he'd gone head-to-head with out in the depths of space. he feels emotions he's never felt before, with such an intensity it leaves him reeling, mentally devolving and emotionally crumbling and physically unable to stand it. ace has a power, he decides, and its making him lose it, and he can't explain why but he doesn't want to let go. ace is destroying him and yet sabo wants more, wants to feel like this but deeper, more complex. he will never confess so but in place of that, so overwhelmed he can't stand it, he starts crying. ace doesn't panic but he begins to, before sabo reassures him it wasn't bad, but that he didn't know -it was a reaction he'd never had before. its enough for ace to understand, having undergone a similar though far less intense experience while in the care of shanks. his hands move from sabos shoulders to his cheeks and draw him close, unable to contain himself and tastes sabos lips over and over, and wipes the wet salt from his cheeks, and watches him smile and holds that image tight, suddenly very afraid that he will never see it again. he doesn't know what it is about this guy -whats making him overshare, and relate in turn, and feel so strongly in such a short span of time. he's not sure what it is but he really connects with this guy, and he absolutely refuses to let go.

the next time ace and sabo meet is in battle, physically. sabo is out of his mind and unhinged and yet just conscious enough to recognize ace as the same person from that night at the tavern. but they arent alone out here, and sabo is first and foremost to his mission (and aside from that, his free will isnt strong enough to exist apart from the pull of the darkness in the force. even if he wanted to he cant do anything with this newfound information but continue his assault. he cant even feel anything about it -its pure recognition, and thats it) so he doesnt act on it. nothing at all comes positively out of the encounter, to his knowledge.

but for ace, when the adrenaline wears off and his deeper wounds are wrapped, his worldview is blown wide open. he's contrasting all everyone is presenting to him about sabo with the voice he connects to the man he met at the tavern, and nothing is making sense anymore. at the end of it all he decides (and keeps to himself) to form his own opinions, because it didnt feel right to take either version of sabo at full 100 percent. their next stress-inducing encounter neither of them question it, neither bring it up, but they both read off each other the recognition, the underlying curiosity, the need for more, maybe, eventually, surely so.

(ace made sabo feel so special. like he was the only one in the entire galaxy that mattered. like the two of them lived on their own plane of existence. hes met with intense inner turmoil when he realizes this, and refuses to confront it for so long. ace felt so right and that was more than scary, worse than bad. he couldnt afford to feel like this. he could never afford to act on it, he convinces himself. if he began to break like he suspected he would in ace's immense presence, everything, all his work up to that point would fall apart. he would become useless, to everyone around him, and unwanted by the rest of the world. if he lost even a shred of feeling he would default his power, he would expose himself, and that was worse than anything that would befall the group of rebels he was so brazenly assisting below everyone's noses. he cant, he cant, he cant, he convinces himself, until it all turns on its head. until ace catches him in a moment of doubt, taking the place of an ally that was supposed to be there, and sabo falls unguarded for just long enough for ace to confront him, to make him feel like he belonged again, so intense and excruciating, unable to exist apart from ace's side. sabo splinters and forces ace away before he can crack, using his immense hold to keep ace at a distance. 'what are you doing to me?' he asks, he confesses, really, with the words -what all he was feeling, the turmoil he was undergoing. he couldnt do this. if he fell any deeper he would ache, and he would weaken, and he would get caught. no one had ever understood him like ace and the notion of being so known terrified him. if he devolved any further there would be no going back.

but when sabo leaves he is undeniably, irrevocably, wholeheartedly in love with ace.)

what are you doing, sabo asks, and ace answers: "i don't know. but i'd like to find out." he continues, talking slowly, convincing sabo to release his hold. let me go, he says. i won't get closer if you don't want me to, he says, all until sabo finally drops his grip on the force. ace raises his hands and keeps the soft tone, moving slowly, so slowly, across the way until he's reached sabo again. sabo is wary, but he lets ace put both hands on his shoulders, and then lets him go further, pulling sabo into him, arms wrapping around his back. sabo gets one second to choke on an exhale before both hands rise to clench into the fabric on ace's back, and he drops his head so his face is pressed to ace's shoulder, and he sucks in breath after breath, trying to remember how, and trying to memorize ace's scent. after a minute (and maybe ace says something, still talking in low whispers) sabo raises his head (or maybe s realizes smth and acts on it unprompted) and unhooks his hands from ace's back to raise his face the rest of the way up, forcing their mouths together. ace hums into the kiss, moving his hold lower to pull sabo even closer, and pushing back into his mouth.

in a confrontation before (or after? where sabo is alert to ace's presence but is so lost he is unable to reason with himself past a warning, and this is ace's first experience with sabo out of control since their mutual confession) this ^ ace is on a semi-isolated, mist-covered planet for a mission. he runs into sabo, who gives him a chance with a stern, biting warning: leave. ace doesn't back down and sabo immediately activates his lightsaber, tense in his grip, poised and ready at his side. ace cuts himself off, nervous and anxious, but he's here for a reason and he's not giving up, so he brings up his own blue saber in full view. they stand like that, facing off, for a minute before sabo relaxes slightly in his stance to stand straighter, taking one glove from the saber's handle to raise in the air. ace doesn't notice until its too late, how the mist gathers into fog, and when sabo clicks off his saber, he's hidden completely from view. ace can barely sense him, now, and it seems to come from all around him all at once. it's only by chance that he turns the right direction and catches the red glow just as it activates, bringing up his saber to block when sabo appears and swings down with all his might, and then even more, straining against ace, taking one hand again from the handle to press into the air above the tip of the blade, like he would grab that end for more leverage had it been a regular sword. instead of that, he uses that hand to press down with the force, straining ace even more, and even with only one hand on the red saber it hardly matters, sabo's grip on the force so much stronger than ace's. ace is propelled back, knees bent, grunting from the effort to keep from collapsing that suddenly no longer matters as sabo gathers all his strength and shoves ace down with the pressure of the force, yelling for him to fall already as he does. ace hits the ground and as soon as their blades separate he adjusts his grip to jab upwards. he hits something of sabo's, because he yells out of pain or frustration or both, and then he rolls away before he can be stabbed in turn, sabo lashing out and scarring the ground instead. ace moves back in the fog and gets to his feet and deactivates his saber and scrams, unwilling to face sabo as (sabo) was now. but he stops, suddenly, overcome with his emotions from earlier, his loyalty to the cause and what he was there to do. and he can't just give up, he thinks, turning around. this was too important. but then, as soon as he's made up his mind, the air clears entirely. there is no more fog, no more mist, for a good radius around sabo, who spots ace immediately now that the surroundings were bared. this sabo is dangerous, ace admits, bracing for impact when sabo bares his teeth in a snarl. dangerous and unwilling to let ace escape, now that he's posed a threat. now that ace has denied his warning.

#op #saboace #writing #eventually ill go back n group these together but not now

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sainadazai · 3 years

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When your crush is angry all the time

Ch.6

"A red haired bitch that glows"

2nd person pov

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You weren't sure how things could even possibly move so quick, but as fire burned and terrifying creatures tormented citizens, all You could do was stand. Nomus, is what endeavour called them. Some gross being that seemed to have multiple quirks, you'd never seen anything like them.

Even with all of the times you'd been beaten and interrogated and harassed by villains, nothing like this ever happened. It could have been the fact that you spent most of your young life hiding away in a castel in the middle of nowhere, but seeing all this destruction froze you in place.

"Kid, help get the citizens out of here! Do not engage in combat, understand? Hey! L/n!"

You broke the terrified stare that was burning into the ruined city streets to meet eyes with your boss. He seemed so calm, even though everything was going wrong. The world was quite literally burning. Those monsters were hurting people. There were screams of horror, and still his calm demeanor was all you could focus on. How was he so calm?

"Now!"

His yell broke You from your trance and you scrambled around, eyes searching for someone, anyone to get the hell out of here. However there wasn't just one, there were hundreds. Some under building scraps, trapped behind fire burning the streets. Too many people, too much noise, it was never this loud back home. Why could you just focus?!

One of those boys from earlier today let our scream. You only recognized it because it was the same as how he'd screamed at bakugou earlier. You whipped your head around looking for his sound, body, anything. Spinning in circles until you caught that little red shirt cowering beneath one of those things.

"Hold on, i'm coming!" You didn't know if he could hear you, the statement was more a confirmation to yourself. You wouldn't stand there cowering. You didnt wanna be the helpless princess waiting to be saved. You were going to save others, it was like an instinct, like you had to.

Being unsure of your abilities with vines and plants, you opted to use a power long ago mastered. Twirling your pointer finger in a circle to slowly collect wind into a tiny ciclone and build it up bigger and bigger. This action disrupted the wind in the area, some of the bystanders' hair began flowing with the force of it, getting shivers from the chill.

Then with all the focus you could muster you let your eyes bored right into the head of that nomu aiming with your mind and following the action with your finger. Then, with a snap, the ciclone flew off towards it, lifting it into the air and growing larger the more he struggled.

You felt the pressure of all that wind, and its body on your back. Hundreds of pounds of pressure on your spine, but adrenaline forced you forward. Sprinting to the boy in the red shirt, crouching down under all that weight to wipe away his tears. You completely ignored how underdressed you were and brought his small form into a tight embrace, whispering sweet nothings to which you didn't know you could say.

It all felt so wrong, so opposite to what you wanted, but you couldn't help it. Grazing the lasso on your thigh an idea sprouted in your mind as to how you could get this crushing weight off of your back. You let the boy down telling him to stay behind you.

Don't engage in combat.

Do not engage.

Get them out of here.

Ignoring your mentors words, you snatched the lasso off of your thigh, doing as you were taught and lighting it ablaze, if your mother was thinking straight, she'd have it made of mineral wool- fire retardant and easily manipulated. The flames would not be actually catching on anything but the air, therefore saving her from an uncontrollably fire.

As it lit up your hair not only changed, but shined a bright red. It was so brilliant that it lit up the area around you, the boy behind you shocked and the people in the vicinity scared.

However, you had a hero suit on. That meant to them, that you were trustworthy.

You swing the lasso all but twice above your head before releasing the ciclone, and the pressure on your back, and whipping it towards the monster.

It had activated some sort of electricity quirk once free from the wind and as the lasso made contact, rather than burning and bringing the nomu to the ground, it sent a high-powered electrical current through your already spent body.

You should have stopped there, tossed the kid out of the way and called for help. Yet, for some reason you couldn't. Being shocked only numbed the pain on your spine more, and upped your adrenaline. Bad news for mr.nomu, huh?

"Whew, that's one way to boost your energy huh, kid?"

You smirked back at the worried boy behind you, hoping a joke would lighting the mood now. Similar to how you would joke in class yo avoid any real emotions or connections.

Only, now, it held the benefit of an adorable smirk appearing on his face and a little giggle exciting his mouth.

"Watch this!"

Despite being electrocuted your lasso was still intact, so you took to attacking it around the monster's leg and pulling back towards you. Once it was too close for your liking, you shot a roundhouse kick into the empty space in front of you. It seemed like a fruitless action, until the surrounding citizens noticed how the wind around them mirrored your actions with equal force.

The nomu went flying out of the city, likely landing somewhere around hosu (😏Yes, hosu) and you released the pressure on your leg.

As soon as you took the time to inhale, your back gave out, and you fell to the ground.

However you hadn't given up, using the little burst you could make with your fingers, you shot several people away from the mess with winds. Then, after what you counted to be person number 34, you gave out and the world went black.

The heroes in the area who were not distracted by nomus had been paying close attention to your actions, surprised they haven't seen you in the sports festival, or anywhere for that matter.

Mr. Woods was disappointed at the initiative you took, knowing how injured you must be from being out of practice with most parts of your quirk. However when endeavour informed the other pros of some sort of incident in hosu, he was forced to leave you there. Limp body cold against the concrete.

When doctors and healers arrived, you were one of the first in an ambulance and on the road to the hospital, and the news reports of your body being wheeled off were matched with that of your battle with the nomu. Streaming across all platforms and displaying on one particular tv screen, in the hotel room of one fire quirked boy.

A boy who truly was noticing he had no idea what you were capable of. A boy who was angry you'd been holding it back in class. One who had been thinking of the way you spoke of fire to that little boy all day, and above all a boy who was entranced by the glow of your hair when it turned red.

Bakugou wasn't sure how to process these overwhelming feelings towards you, the stalker girl who said dumb shit about his eyes. Still, after seeing that video, the feeling your own eyes held, staring up at that devilish creature. He could no longer say he didn't know what you meant by being obsessed with the look in his eyes. He was now too.

A six year old girl struggled against her restraints tirelessly. She has a power that she doesn't know how to use, and yet these men want to take it from her. There is one door exit, it's blocked by tall men in black suits. The whole room echoes with screams from children. It crashes against the walls and her little ears, and she cant get it to stop.

Why was this happening to her? Why couldn't she do anything to stop it?

"Please, just let my brother go! Please I'll do anything. Im sorry. Im sorry. Plea-"

Her words are stopped by a suffocating hand, larger than her whole face, it reeks of bleach. Her little eyes can only release so many tears before they are running over the hands knuckles, wetting his skin with her despair. The man doesn't care, though. The men never seem to care.

Her brother, only two years old, cries in a stranger's arms. The stranger showed her how he could completely disassemble any object, or put it back together. What a horrible powerful quirk. With something like that, she really couldn't tell why he needed hers too. Still, he did.

So the tiny boy whined in his firm hold, terrified, but not sure why. They both just wanted their Mommy. Mommy always comes to save them, she and her friends will take them home. To the castle, with the comfy beds, the pillowy blankets that their small bodies float on like clouds.

Not this rough metal wall, with arms chained, and bruises forming from their so-called interrogation. Why didn't they understand?

She doesn't know how to give her quirk away. She is only six, after all.

Mommy told her that men are greedy. Men like these have all they want and still need more. They take things, without asking. They took her and her brother without asking, so where was Mommy? To tell these men that you aren't supposed to take things, or hit people.

Where are their mommies? Did no one tell them hitting people is bad? Especially smaller people. Is that why the men are bad? Because they didn't have a Mommy or daddy to tell them how to be good? The little girl is lost in a pit of sympathy. Sympathy that she does not owe these horrible men, yet she can't help it.

"I don't give a shit princess, your brother can go home when you give us the quirk."

"Mommy never told me how! I'm sorry míster that you don't have a mo-mommy!" She sobre through the rough palm over her mouth. At the response he removed his grip, though. Opting to allow the girl her voice.

"P-please. I'm sorry, I'm sorry no one told you not to be mean. It's okay though! My Mommy will come, she'll tell you, okay! Please j-just-" though her words held great meaning to those men in suits-bad men- she couldn't finish. Her sobs were too loud and violent. Her little arms shook, because though she was such a sweet little girl,she was terrified.

Her cheeks hurt from screaming and tensing to release tears. Her arms hurt from being suspended at her sides. Her little legs had lost all feeling, gone numb under the pressure of standing for so long. She just wanted to go home, to keep her brother safe.

Even being only six, she felt so stupid for being so helpless. It was her job to protect their family quirk, but she wanted to give it up. More so, even though she wanted to give it away, she didn't even know how.

A small, weak girl, helpless really. She never wanted to be helpless like that again.

"Now!" His hand collided with her cheek. Hard, swinging, jaw snapping pressure. It rang through her ears, like her baby brothers sobs, til she shot up from her bed.

Sweat covered by/ns face as she jolted awake in her bed. Around her were some unrecognizable faces, or that's what she thought at first. Except, in truth, they were simply blurred in her eyes.

As she was taught when she was little, she began recounting things to herself that might make her come back to reality. Might help ease the fear of her dream.

- I am not 6 years old

-my brother is at home in the castle

-im not in a warehouse

-those men are in prison

-i am alive

As she was repeating each of those truths in her head, her eyesight began to come back so that she could recognize the faces of those around her. Three boys: todoroki, midoriya, and iida.

Midoriya was furthest from her, as she now noticed she was on a bed. Then iida, and closest was todoroki. The familiarity of his stone face gave y/n great comfort. However, he looked troubled.

The three boys in the hospital room with her were truthfully at a loss. This girl who had been at their school for one week, had proved more honest and heroic than them. After being scolded by the chief of police, they were each confronting their own feelings about the events.

However, each came to the conclusion that y/n was the only participating hero-in-training that followed the rules and fought earnestly. Little did they know, she had been breaking rules too, except her wouldn't be hid so easily.

What were the police meant to do, a teenage girl-princess no less- save countless lives, that heroes were neglecting, and its broadcast all over japan. Unlike in the boys' case, where the media didn't even have to know, everyone had already seen her heroism, but they had no idea where she came from.

Some viewers pointed out her position as a princess, but no one expected to see her in a hero outfit anytime soon. They knew what happened was illegal, but what backlash would they face for arresting her. Could they even arrest her?

Still, all y/n knew was that she was scared, and she needed to hide it as deep within her as it could reach. No one likes a cry baby, anyway.

"Oh..uh, hey guys?"

The first to look up was the green haired, face widening in surprise and worry.

"Y/n! Y-you're up!? Wait, don't sit up yet..um they said your bac-"

"You left damage on all your thoracic vertebrae. You could have killed yourself with that amount of pressure!"

Todoroki interrupted. Face still void of emotion, but his voice held anger.

Making sure to agnowledged how touched she was that he cared at all, y/n then quickly brushed it off. In the mood for jokes, not fights. She just finished fighting, why would she wanna argue some more about it?

"Aww~todoroki, were you worried about me?"

"Yes. It was stupid of you to use your quirk like that, out of practice and such."

"Um-"

"There's no um. he is right y/n, i didn't know your quirk could do that, but you obviously haven't been keeping it in practice during class, that was really risky..." midoriya added on in a ramble.

Feeling a bit cornered she settled for sighing and staring up at the ceiling.

"Can I walk?"

"No"

"Why not?"

"Did you not here the whole vertebrae thing, i-"

"No, I did, but I don't feel any pain...is it not healed?"

"I'm not really sure, we can ask.."

So slowly but surely, the boys helped her sit up, and yes, she did feel an immense pain shoot through her. Additionally, she was compensated with shoto conspiracizing about his negativo afecta on peoples hands, getting to know these classmates better. They even let her in on why they were in the hospital to begin with.

She would have to admit, though these boys being around made her happy, she was still thinking about bakugou. Was he in the area during the fight? Is he okay? Why do I give a shit about that mean old fact face anyway? Oh, right. His eyes.

The rest of her time was spent ignoring the extreme trauma these events reminded her of, and fantasizing about those angry eyes.

Bakugou pov 😡

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There the bitch was, right on my hotel tv screen, fighting the same fight on replay. Those media bastards hasn't stopped talking about her all day. How even when she was barely alive on the ground, she kept saving people.

I know it wasn't about me, hell, I wasn't even there, but it feels like a taunt. Some karma cause I called her an entitled princess, or her purposefully saying "Look what I can do."

Well I fucking am. Looked like some sort of wind quirk, but I saw her use fire with those kids, and in class she makes that plant shit. So what the hell is she? She thinks having multiple quirks makes her better than me? Good enough she doesn't have to use them all just to beat me? Thats bullshit.

I'm just so fucking angry at her for it, but I have to be. Or else, the next time they show her shitty face on that shitty screen, looking

...shitty, i'll start to worry.

That maybe she has only been here for a week, but she is already gone. That the whole time at school she spent avoiding me, to make me happy. Worrying I'll never hear her say what she looks at in my eyes.

In her eyes, that night, I saw pure rage. It almost looked as if she couldn't control it. An impending anger that loomed over her, and controlled her; made her strong. Not stronger than me, but strong.

Still, I can't go "falling for'' every girl that I see with strength. If a dunce 's face hadn't told me that feeling I had at the festival was a crush, I could have spared myself a week worth of it, I don't even know what.

Stupid dunce face.

Now, though, that shitty princess, even if she is shitty. Well, she has at least my respect.

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