#now im very worried that some asks people have sent are just. gone.

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

what the hell is happening on this site some asks are Completely gone from my desktop inbox, but on mobile they're there???? mf i just spent ten minutes trying to find asks i was SURE i had received

#it was like Oh Fuck Have I Already Answered These???? #starting to think that my memory is Worse than i thought #i still feel like one or two are missing... #i combed my archive and they arent there either #i Realized Something Was Off because some of them gave me the perfect set up for one of my favorite bits!! #now im very worried that some asks people have sent are just. gone. #maybe it was a reply...? i dont know.... #oh to have a brain that Functions #cant remember jack shit!! #absolutely unprompted #im trying to answer some non-art asks #since i'm not sure if i'll scribble much of anything tonight #too much happened! vaccumed! readjusted my room after the Cleaning! watched a show with a good friend! played with cats! killed a spider! #formulated a response to a response! ate a salad! showered! #see: too much happened and now its almost 4 am #plus i just dont know if im feelin scribbly tonight #which happens it Happens #if i spend too much energy i simply don't have it in me anymore #tomorrow! tomorrow i will doodle! #i will do more laughingstock and make some ask responses and also draw more greaser au for my Friend <3 #unless something happens and i run out of energy again. ill try to be careful about it

[spacexseven]

ohhhhh tuna you minx now im thinking about wet and pathetic subordinate au dazai.

it honestly never occured to him that he'd actually miss you if you were gone, you were nothing- less than nothing. just a rowdy grunt barely worth glancing at, destined to become nothing more than a forgotten name at the bottom of a filing cabinet and a bouquet of flowers anonymously sent to your family, if you even had any. you were just fun for him to play around with, that was all. he didn't even remember your name! or blood type! or favorite color or the way you pronounce certain words or your exact height or your eye color or your entire dating history or the fact that certain herbs (herbs that his book of dark magic SWORE were foolproof for love spells!!!) made you sneeze. none of this was information that he retained. nope. none of it at all.

but to be quite frank, the idea of suddenly no longer having unfettered access to you wasnt something he ever thought of before. in the port mafia's eyes, he pretty much owned you- you were officially packaged and licensed as a tool he could use as he wished, you leaving was never a worry! until it was. doesnt matter the reason- maybe mori picked you up for his own training or just moved you to a different unit, or you could've had to go on leave for a while and everyone is mean and wont give dazai your address, or maybe youve recently had a brush with death- as soon as the idea that you actually ARENT his property and its very possible that he could lose you sets in he FUCKING. PANICS. you cant go! youre HIS!

like you said, it goes from just a desire to get you back under his thumb to an overwhelming desperation for your love and acceptance. a mixture of overanalzying every single time you were ever kind to him and stalking you to the point where he knows everything there is to know about you makes him realize he's HOPELESSLY in love with you. he needs you more than he needs air. he'll DIE if you don't come back to him! he loves you more than anything! he'll do a lot of things to get even a second of your attention, even if its negative, he just needs you to talk to him, have your eyes on him. he'll cut it with the bullying at this point tho. as much as it hurts to be ignored, you being afraid of him makes him feel like hes imploding. if you instinctively move away when he reaches out for you he might actually tear up. speaking of which, falling to the floor in sobs and reaching for you like a child is not beyond him, he has absolutely no shame when it comes to you.

he'll only escalate the more you try to push him off or let him down easy, so honestly caving and giving him a chance might be your best bet. sure, he's incredibly unstable, dangerous, and you have absolutely no fond memories of him at this point- but on the plus side, you have an executive at your beck and call! hes FINALLY gotten into your good graces, and hell do just about anything to stay there- and hes actually pretty sweet when hes all lovey like this. I mean its less of a worshipping thing than you might want, hes still VERY certain he knows better than you and needs to take care of you now that you're officially his which causes some. issues. but oh well! better than letting him run rampant.

- 🩹

hello again!! so sorry it took me Forever to get to this im very very sorry

cw: yandere themes

when he hears that you might be shifted off elsewhere, dazai only pretends not to care, convinced that nobody would dare take you away from him. after all, who would want to make an enemy out of dazai? and even if you're gone, who cares?? he has tons of other people to pick on, tons of other things to do than mourn your absence.

it doesn't matter that the car he takes out is starting to look very empty with just him, doesn't matter that the driver's seat feels foreign to him after being accustomed to your presence. it doesn't matter that he has to start sitting on tables with just one chair in cafe's, doesn't matter that he still asks for your order as well and it definitely doesn't matter that the cat outside the base you always feed stops coming by anymore. it's not like he feels lonely, too used to another person by his side, not like you were of any use to him, anyway—all you did was drag him down!

you weren't anything special, nothing memorable about you, not the scars you earned after months in the pm, not the way disdain painted your face when dazai entered the room, not the way you said his name, and definitely, nothing stood out about you! he definitely didn't have a whole list of things written down about you, which included your favorite games and what groceries you got and what hobbies you had or even the number of interactions you had with each pm member (he also definitely did not cap the limit at 10 in a week, after which that person wouldn't be seen around you again).

but then it occurs to him that nobody else had the right to do that to him. regardless if you're in critical condition or sent off on some secret investigation, dazai is furious by the implications. the idea that you weren't ultimately under his direct command, the fact that someone else thought to meddle, it frustrates and infuriates him to no end. he panics, he throws a tantrum, but in the end, dazai's still not sated.

as dazai finally gains a crumb of self-perception, it finally occurs to him that he's in love with you, and he has no shame in letting the world know about it. he panics, wondering if you'd ever like him, but he pushes that to the back and focuses on what he can do. which ranges from stalking you to clinging onto your leg when you ignore him to even breaking into your home and nursing you. there comes a point where he is genuinely convinced that he might drop down dead if you ignore him any longer, mostly because he doesn't know how to deal with the pain of heartbreak and the guilt and the depression all sinking onto him at once. he has no shame in this situation, and no care for self-preservation, unlike chuuya. nothing matters more to him than you, and he won't stop at anything until you give in. and i agree that the more you reject him the crazier his attempts are going to get. the next thing you know, all of yokohama is going to wake up to him screaming about how much he loves you.

a lovesick dazai is an unstoppable dazai. while he appears like a fool in his attempts to win you over, he still maintains a cruel demeanor towards anyone else. if it makes you happy, he's ready to wipe out yokohama, or even just the person who cut ahead of you in line. just as long as you promise to stay by his side, of course. he's finally found a semblance of happiness, and he's willing to do anything to keep it. for the most part, if you're able to deal with him as a boyfriend despite his past with you, he's surprisingly not that bad. since it's dazai, there are still some glaring problems with the whole relationship, but for the most part, he takes on the role of an extremely doting boyfriend who just wants to keep you safe. and unlike chuuya, dazai doesn't ever let you know what dirty work he does to keep your relationship going—all his hard work would be for nothing if you were scared of him again, after all.

#my fav part about this au is how STUPID dazai is #ask 🐟 #anon 🐟 #yandere bungo stray dogs x reader #yandere bsd x reader #yandere bungou stray dogs #yandere bsd #yandere bungo stray dogs #yandere dazai bsd #yandere dazai x reader #yandere dazai x reader #yandere dazai #dazai x reader #bsd 🐟 #dazai 🐟 #subordinate au 🐟 #dazai 🩹 🐟

[meowthon]

What about the Obey Me! Brothers reacting to a reader who's like, so sick that the brothers think they're gonna die, but the reader's like "lmao it's just a really bad flu",,,,,,,,basically brothers taking care of a violently ill MC, I'm talking gross, sweaty, trash-can-by-the-bed, can barely keep water down sick. (I had COVID when it was first SUPER bad and I was bed ridden for like, 3 weeks and by god, did I wish I had 7 hot boys worried about me)

whoever sent this ask i fucking love you.

The brothers helping a super sick mc!

Lucifer

he’s worried asf but he’s not showing it at all. hes very calm and collected but on the inside panicking. he has intrusive thoughts galore but he’s thinking you’re already sick and the last thing you need is him causing you more stress and making it worse. he’s trying his very hardest to stay composed.

he would call barb and Solomon to see if they have any herbal remedies or spells that might help you. i’m fact he keeps solomon close to ask questions since he knows more about being human.

he’s obvi not letting you out of his sight so you’re staying in his bed and anything thing you need he will get or do for you.

he’s actually so preoccupied with you that mammon and the others and slacking off because they know they can get away with it right now.

i’ll dare say he carrie’s you to the bath and washes your body for you if you’ll allow that. otherwise he’s knocking on the door every 10 mins to make sure you’re okay.

he will literally get behind you in bed, have you lay back and get close to his chest so he can spoon feed you and hold you up at the same time. if you tell anyone about it you’re dead though.

he’s not sleeping at all because he’s just so worried about you. he has to check on you at least every five minutes and then every hour or so he will get new wash rags to put on your head to help keep the fever down.

he gets the food delivered right to his door. probably forces mammon to make it or bring it or makes one of them watch you while he prepares food for you.

Mammon

not at all composed he’s panicking and it shows. he’s running back and forth your room and yelling loudly about how you’re gonna die and he needs to do something and mumbling about how fragile humans are.

eventually he takes a few deep breaths and maybe a slap in the face by one of the boys and is back to his whole im your number one and it’s my duty to make sure you’re okay and says he’s gonna nurse you back to health.

the thing with that though is he has no idea what to do. he knows that soup is something people often have when they’re sick so he decided to whip some up for you.

needless to say it ends up a disaster. it’s taking too long. what if youve coughed up a lung while he’s gone? he’s pacing up and down the kitchen waiting for this soup to finish.

once it’s finally done he grabs oven mitts and a lid and RUNS back to your room. he’s down the hall now screaming about how amazing he is and that the soup is going to be the most amazing soup you’ve ever had but trips and spills it everywhere in the hallway. now he has to go and make more and it’s stressing even more because now he has to be away from you longer.

he’s definitely not offering to bathe and wash you. if you reallllyyyy needed him to you’re going to have to ask and the whole time he’s going to be degrading you saying “geez you’re so helpless you can’t even wash yourself” but you know he’s just embarrassed bc his face is bright red and he’s doing his best not to look at anything too long.

he lets you wear any and all of his clothes. you want any of yours? too bad. why would you need them if he’s got plenty? it’s really just a ploy to make his brothers jealous seeing you in them.

he sleeps on the couch while you sleep in his bed but he jumps up at every cough, sneeze, puke or breath. he’s always looking up to make sure you’re good.

once he knows you’re really asleep he’ll sit on the edge of the bed. he stares at you and whispers about how you can’t die and you have to pull through because he doesn’t know what he’ll do if he loses you. he might even shed a few tears he’s so worried about you.

brushes your hair for you without you asking. he doesn’t want it to get knotted up and gross since you can’t take care of yourself.

Levi

i feel like he would gag anytime you throw up but would also try to hold back your hair if it’s long enough to get in the way.

he’s fully stocked with the medicine, food, heating pads or cooling gels/ blankets and movies to keep you entertained while you’re sick.

he doesn’t game at ALL while you’re sick. he wants to be alert for any signs of something dangerous or serious.

tries his best to encourage you with words of affirmation. he’s terrible at it but he’s trying.

asks about your symptoms constantly to see if anything’s changed and congratulated any small change.

talks about how in one of his animes or books the hero took care of the love interest just like this but then panicks and is like “not that i’m saying you’re my love interest or anything hahaha LMFAO” out loud.

he will talk to henry about all his concerns and how he’s afraid you’re gonna die and he’s going to be alone again like you can’t hear him (when you’re literally right there)

he performs dances and karaoke to try and keep your spirits up and he’ll cosplay to do scenes from shows for you.

Satan

i think he’d be the most calm out of all of them. he reads enough that i think he’s have a good idea of how the human bodies works and how to help what you’re dealing with.

he will get scared when your symptoms aren’t getting any better and that’s when he starts freaking out a little.

cliche but he would read to you a lot. read you to sleep, read to you when you were bored.

he would compliment you a lot throughout the process because he wants you to know that even though you look a mess and you feel like death you’re still very attractive and wonderful.

“would you like help with eating your food?”

“would you like me to draw you a bath?”

“would you like me to give you a massage?”

he will give the BEST massages you’ve ever had. it makes him happy to know he’s relieving some of your pain. makes him feel superior to the others.

doesn’t let anyone get near you. especially mammon. he tells them all to leave you alone so you have the space you need to heal but really he’s enjoying the quality time with you even if you’re not doing much.

asmo

he’s got self care down and he’s going to use his knowledge to spoil you back to health.

he’s going to lather you in essential oils, face masks and body scrubs.

he’s going to dress you in all his pretty robes or nightgowns, brush your hair and put it up nicely if he’s able, feed you yogurts and berries.

any time you get SLIGHTLY sweaty he’s rushing you off to the bath.

don’t puke near him i think he would die. he’s gonna tell you that you better do that in the bathroom and away from him or his beautiful face/clothes. (but with love)

he thinks his presence will cure you. how could it not when he’s so lovely?

wants you to feel better already so you guys can cuddle again and talks about all the things he wants to do to you once you’re able. he can’t help it because even when sick you’re irresistible.

beel

he offers every single snack he gets to you before he eats it. he’s also gonna make health smoothies for you and help you drink them.

he’d sit by your bedside the entire time and stroke your hair or arms.

he’s extremely worried. he’d never voice it to you but it’s all over his face. those puppy dog eyes don’t lie.

asks you to stay strong for him. tells you all the reasons he thinks you’re amazing and how meeting you has benefited his life (and belphies) in so many ways and he’s so thankful for it.

talks about all the restaurants you guys will go to once you’re better.

he’d hit your back while you cough or like in an attempt to help but it probably just makes it hurt more. he’s trying.

if you have the shivers he will gently lay his jacket on top of you to keep you warm.

if you’d let him/offer it he’d take a bath with you and fill it with bubbles all the way to the top. don’t forget snacks! he has some ready incase either of you want them.

he would give a bunch of little kisses all over. mentally he thinks they heal you just a little bit.

belphie

he has no idea what to do. so clueless.

you’re in his room. he puts a trash can on either side of the bed and then crawls into bed with you.

he cuddles you until you get better. he tries his hardest to stay awake in case something happens.

he will even let you use his pillow (just don’t throw up or sweat on it)

tells beel to come lay with you guys.

would 100% use this to get out of everything. like sorry lucifer i can’t do whatever it is you want because they need me to take care of them.

he would talk to you about lilith and how she got like this one time too and he was so worried. you better pull through like she did he says.

he would be holding you, spoon position, while you sleep and silently cry because he’s so worried you’re not going to make it. he knows you said it’s not that serious and you’ll be okay but he can’t help but fear the worst.

he’d stay by your side the entire time. wouldn’t even go to the bathroom. he wants to be there the entire time.

forgive me if these aren’t the best i haven’t done this in forever.

#mammon obey me #obey me imagines #obey me x reader #obey me headcanons #obey me asmodeus #obey me belphie #obey me beelzebub #beel x reader #mammon x reader #lucifer x mc #lucifer obey me #leviathan obey me #leviathan x reader #satan obey me #satan x reader #asmodeus headcanons #asmo x reader #belphie x reader

[jadetheblueartist]

IM SO SORRY I ACCIDENTALLY DELETED YOUR TEGAN ASK

I feel so bad :( you said it took you three hours and also I had written a huge response and now it’s gone ;-;

Okay so I’m going to rewrite my response but I’m really sorry if I get things wrong since now I can’t review what you sent ;-;

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I LOVE THE IDEA SO MUCH!!!! And I would love to hear more about their training and life on the ship!

I may be obsessing over Talon and Megan a tad bit…

I love all the possibilities of how they passed the time in the car so much. It would be so awkward at the start and I’m all here for it!! I imagine Talon carried most of the conversation from the beginning until after they really got to know each other. I feel like at the start Talon would just awkwardly try to tell her what has happened to the earth while she was gone in hopes of starting some conversation. I’m imagining the parking lot picnic with them just drinking slushees and eating whatever gas station food seemed good (I’m assuming everything is kind of run down?)

Car karaoke. Oh it would be amazing. Talon trying to find songs Megan likes and trying to get her to sing along, windows rolled down, it’d be such a vibe.

With the race scene I can’t stop picturing the scene from princess bride where they both are rolling down the hill XD

Their relationship is so great, two strangers bonding in a long car ride… oh wait they already knew each other? They were already in love from book one? But Megan’s memory was wiped- WAIT NO THEY WERE IN LOVE AND HER MEMORY WAS WIPED!?!? Okay, okay, it’s fine at least they became close again, just a fresh start nothing to worry about… HER MEMORY WAS WIPED A SECOND TIME!?!? TALON THOUGHT SHE WAS DEAD!?!?!? NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO (this is so tragic but I love it so much)

Talon nooooo why the tragic backstory ;-; (I love it very much)

Oh and the art? I LOVE IT SO MUCH!! I love Talon’s design!!!!!! The drawing of him saying happy birthday to himself makes me so sad ;-;

Also question time!

Do you have designs for the sci fi ppl? Are they like aliens or just advanced humans chilling in space? Does Talon hide his tattoo? (I love that type of angst so much mhm hidden scars [in this case a tattoo tho]) and you said there was an image limit… could I see those drawing you couldn’t show? Also why is it called Tegan (is it bc Talon + Megan = Tegan…)? That should be all of my questions…

Anyway I absolutely love this story and please feel free to tell me more whenever! (I’d love to hear a lil more about Ivan too)

Again really sorry abt deleting the ask ;-; I hope you have an amazing day though!!

(I feel like I’m forgetting things I wanted to mention but idk)

Oh my I wrote out this whole thing and it deleted it for me hahaha let’s try this again

No worries about deleting the ask it happens hahaha and it doesn’t look like you got anything wrong so yay!

I’m gonna answer this paragraph by paragraph

-IM SO GLAD YOU LIKE IT and I’m pretty sure I have either the original google doc or a “Megan’s POV” doc that I can look into to give you those details :)

-I’m so glad you’re obsessing so we can be in the same boat

-I’ve been mulling over that car scene for years and somehow you managed to squeeze out even more serotonin for me to devour I thank thee. And I think it’s run down ish, like people are still there but WW3 is kind of happening/ just happened soooo you know

-it would be the vibiest ^^

-I’m so glad you said that bc I couldn’t connect the dots as to what that scene reminded me of but yeah that’s amazing

-IKR the mind wiping rocked my world. My friend was at the point where she was writing the post separation explosion and we were on face time and she casually mentioned “oh you know the cars weren’t the first time they met, right?” I went feral trying to get all the info out of her hahaha

-yes his backstory makes me so sad…

-I’m glad you like the design! It was our group’s “hot guy” design hahaha I’ve tried to make it more individualized to him over the years tho, and that happy birthday one gets me every time (especially since that’s probably how he spent most his birthdays…)

Yay Question Time!

-I believe I could at least get the designs for those people sometime soon. They are just random people who decided to work for big bad (aka the voice, bc they only heard his voice through speakers at first). The voice decided he could make some good money abducting children and forcing them to be assassins so he did that. The government doesn’t know about them bc they hide in space. The few organizations trying to take them down are the only ones who really know about it

-talon has a few different tattoos, the one he got initiated with is a tattoo/ permanent burn so it has to stay covered to protect it, the other is just on his neck and he leaves that one in the open (I can point it out in the pics below)

-and yes! Tegan is the ship name for Talon and Megan (it was that or Melon hahaha)

-Ivan didn’t really have much personality in the oh other than he was angry bc the scientist that snuck into the escape ship was dating his crush, I’ve made some personal modifications to him in my head though making him more protective rather than just angry (he’s also Megan’s cousin) and I just remembered I have a drawing of him? So cue the picture section :)

Picturesssss

Here’s Ivan, the permanent third wheel (he doesn’t know tho)

The first ever drawings of Talon and Megan 😬

Moving on… idk which of these are repeats so lemme know if they are and I could probably substitute them for new pics

And now the og Megan design vs the much needed redraw

Ughhhh the one on the left still haunts me…

I was struck by the limit again so I might reblog this with a few more, idk hahaha

But reading through this ask made me so happy you have no idea (insert the “I don’t normally feel things but that one got through” donnie gif)

Thank you so much and I’ll look into the daily life on the ship and the sci fi guy designs :)

#Tegan #oc #oc story #story lore #lore #oc lore #oc art #jadetheblueposts

[capputinos-harp]

" Silly heartbreaker. . "

{ ABANDONED WIP }

An AU/idea's i made while thinking of sun wukong, my beloved. . . i swear capitano im not cheating on you-. Also i did not research ANY shit abt this, bcz dam i don't want to andbcuz im lazy, if u wanna use this go ahead!.

You're the god of love, wealth, and healing. Very new to the celestial realm up above, this was before Sun Wu Kong have an apprentice. Well... Hundreds and hundreds and HUNDREDS of years ago... It was so long, you couldn't remember it... Maybe his master finally kicked the dust, who knows?

You remembered the history, legends, and myths that came toward specific people of those in the celestial realm, Nezha the lotus prince, Sun Wu Kong the monkey king equal to heaven, and The six-eared macaque. You know them as acquaintances in your younger days. It was long ago! It felt like yesterday you have fallen for those deities... But those feelings have passed over time, you remembered you often would write confession and love letters but never actually sent them. It was a bummer really, other deities and gods have called you the lovestruck god because of how many confession letters before your god-hood. And how much you have been rejected...

Smiling to yourself, as your hand touch the handle of a drawer next to you, where you put away that confession and lovestruck letters you haven't been able to send. Just to remember your youth, but... Where are they? You look closer and dig deeper into the piles of paper and ancient scrolls to find those letters. Where are they damn it?! You knew you never sent them or even shared them!... Did someone find out and sent it out?!?.. No, no, no no- that has to be! You trashed your whole room to find those letters that you wrote aeons ago! But they were not there, empty but the paper of those white and yellow colouring of old contracts.

" Master [ NAME ]? What's wrong?. " you're as share-blood sister poke out her head, as she began to worry as the room was a mess with all of the paper and crumpled up ball of papers everywhere... It was a mess, you weren't the one for being messy so something must have happened to you " my confession and love letters.. They all gone... " you would reply as she caught on to your mindset " oh, I sent them to the receivers ". You would slowly look up to her, shocked, and multiple expressions showed on your face as despair invades your mind " THOSE ARENT MEANT TO BE SENT!! " you would yell out as you gripped the sister's shoulder tightly.

Meanwhile, you have your little tantrum and break down, those receivers have read the letters, feeling butterflies in their stomach slowly.

'14 July, xx.xx'

' Sun wukong, who is the monkey king and equal to heaven, you are one of the kind deities I have seen. You are fearless, some even say you're brave and prideful over your figure. I love the way you talked, joked, and even make a smile on my face with your troublesome attitude who would always course trouble whenever you go, I wanna be direct, I have fallen for you Sun wu kong, Monkey king who is equal as heaven. '

' Signed, [ NAME ]. '

Sun wukong move side to side in his humble hut. Clearly heart strucked by the letter, sent by a deity who he have fallen for eons. You were practically almost impossible to approach, with your Devotees worshipping you and asking for hints of who is their spouse in the near future, he have fallen by your beauty and bravery, fighting the third son and lotus prince, god damn it his falling too hard-. He should write a letter back..

-Macaque

'20 August xx.xx'

'Macaque, have I ever said that I have been smitten by your martial arts, shadow, and your beauty. Your personality complete it perfectly, it felt like demon, but a good one. I hope to see you more around, macaque. '

'- [ NAME ] '

-Nezha

Authors note; im too lazy to write the rest of the letters, so here is a cliffhanger lmao, i have more but im very VERY lazy, ill say it now ' I reincarnated as my original character in LMK' monkey! Reader, ' Gamble with your life and gods' Gambler! Reader, 'Lotus Flower' Lotus Dragon!reader (FMix).

I have more but sadly i forgotten about it, i wanted to do these too, but i have too much on my plate having 2 series with dif FaDo, ill write ' IRMOCLMK' or 'IRMO' (reincarnated as my oc) and ' GYLG' (gamble) I've been planning these will be yandere, obv by my bio lmao- but man writing a series alone is boring-

But I really like a toga! Reader x lmk kinda stuff. Might write it in my watt acc.

Author Note 2; I gave up writing this lmao-

#lego monkie kid x reader #monkie kid x reader #sun wukong x reader #yandere macaque x reader #yandere sun wukong x reader #yandere sun wukong #yandete nezha #yandere nezha x reader #sun wukong #nezha #six eared macaque #macaque #lego monkie king #Cappu been here

[snickerdoodlles]

having a lot of thoughts right now at 4am about chay being ruthless

there’s a specific animorphs quote i’m thinking of:

"People don't understand the word ruthless. They think it means 'mean.' It's not about being mean. It's about seeing the bright, clear line that leads from A to B. The line that goes from motive to means. Beginning to end. It's about seeing that bright, clear line and not caring about anything but the beautiful fact that you can see the solution. Not caring about anything else but the perfection of it." — Marco, The Reunion by K.A. Applegate 

specifically the bit: It's about seeing the bright, clear line that leads from A to B. 

now, i dont think chay from season 1 is ruthless. but i very much see him as having the makings of it. chay has a very simple and direct approach to things; he sees something he wants, so he pursues it (he asks his idol for lessons their first meeting, he doesn’t let kim skip out on tutor lessons, he confesses twice because he had a homework goal and then a personal goal, he wants the truth so he confronts kim that same day, etc). and we see this theme of ‘chay has a goal, chay pursues goal’ most often with kim because they specifically foil each other in this. kim has a grand speech about making sacrifices to achieve your goals, but he’s stagnant between the world he was borne into and cant fully leave because of his brothers, vs the soft bright world he wants to be in but cant because he comes bearing blood. this directly contrasts with chay, who pursues his goals fullheartedly and recklessly

now, chay's not ruthless. not...yet. but there’s also these little...hints of a ruthlessly practical mindset to him. the most standout point for me in this regard was episode 1 when porsche is worried about his uncle. he’s sent arthee away, but he’s still planning “how do i get uncle out of trouble, and how do i maximize it?”

but chay? chay’s straight up like “uncle’s problems aren’t ours, lets just runaway to go live your dream of owning a bar on the beach”

i love this scene between porsche and chay so much. not only is really heartwarming, but i think it rly solidifies who they are as characters right off the bat. porsche is a caretaker. he takes care of everyone around him, whether he has an obligation to or not. but chay is fully ready to just leave their uncle behind. uncle interferes with brother’s and mine’s future plans? then no uncle in future plans. chay doesn’t even seem to mourn nor care that his uncle, one of his two caretakers left, is just gone from his life after ep1. like...that’s a really cold assessment for a teenager to make about one of his two living family members (that he knows of)

for me, what holds chay back from tipping into any sort of ruthless so far is mostly his naivety. not innocence (chay is not innocent yes i am still fighting on this hill), but he has certain expectations of the world that don’t necessarily match what the world is. to me, this shows most clearly when he sees warning flags (”...how do you know i have a brother?”) but is fully willing to ignore them in favor of pursuing his original goal(s) instead of taking the warning flags into account. and since he doesn’t plan for them, when some of those flags grow into actual problems, they really trip him up in ways he’s not prepared to handle. but he doesn’t have that any more at the end of season 1

if we do get a second season, i would be v curious to see where chay’s character develops. im apparently the outlier lol, but i actually really love where kim and chay ended in s1. they were on a trajectory to crash in the middle and instead they missed and landed where the other started. kim, the kid running away from the things he’s always wanted, puts himself out there with zero expectation or surety that chay will reach back. chay lingers over the video, unsure if he wants to respond to it or block it, so he throws his phone away to deal with it another time. and it’d just be really interesting to see how these two characters would react following the same trajectory the other one originally did, but coming at it with a very different background/development. and for chay specifically, i would just rly love to see how his ep1 “lets just abandon uncle to the debtors and go live our dreams on a beach” hints might come back/come into play in a mafia world setting

#this is v stream of conscious like. this isnt anything super serious. 5am is not a time for serious lol #anyways. i have. thoughts. #didnt want to expand in the post bc this is SO very much thumb tacks and strings and headcanons but. i also want to see chay's ruthlessness #and how it might mirror/follow namphueng's ruthlessness specifically #my read on namphueng is that she's playing her own game. and whatever game she's playing for her survival. she did it knowing that she'd hav #*have to abandon her sons and that she cant/wont reveal anything to them right away #there's some fun ideas to play with there between porsche's phoenix symbolism and korn's chess bs #so i would rly love to see like. porsche v much takes after his dad in his caretaker and big heart traits #where as chay is v much namphueng's son and they have a bright clear line between point a and point b they'll pursue without hesitation #there's a fun playground in there between chay and korn but that probably interests me exclusively bc it relates to talk shit get hit series #lol ANYWAYS i personally would love for namphueng backstory and a namphueng backstory that includes her selling out her original family #specifically (i mean the family the theerapanukuls killed and took her from). then namphueng tried to get away from them #that would be v fun for me its the top of my s2 bucket list #btes if ive misspelled anything shhhhhhh its 5am ive been up since before 7am spelling isnt real #this isnt rly meant to be anything lol just. been keeping me up all night. oof. #kinnporsche #mine: kinnporsche #pls stop saying chays this weeping willow or doe-eyed bambi or innocent bean or whatever i am so tired lol #chay did not abandon his uncle to the wolves for this kind of slander lol #he did not sell himself like he was living a y/n fanfic for you to box him into innocent maiden tropes #he didnt push every step of his and kims brief relationship for yall to make kim the dom lmao #.......promise im done. this isnt a tag whine lol. its just like. idk. did yall forget the shit chay's pulled in canon #he's the same wavelength of insane as kim thats why they work #tag rambles #tag rambles: kinnporsche

[sugawarassoccerlover]

a/n: very self indulgent thing because life is shit im tired god I need a hug warnings: depression, burnout, suicidal thoughts, suicidal ideation(everyones fine, no one dies), crying, angst genre: angst to hurt/comfort pairing: Sugawara x gn!reader

you had been barely making your way though the past week. you pushed through conversations and interactions with other people, trying your best to not concern your friends about your mental state. especially not Koushi. he's an ideal boyfriend, perceptive, caring, sweet, generous, sympathetic, and kind. however, lately you've been feeling as if you'd been taking advantage of those characteristics of his, and you felt awful for it.

so you were starting to do "better". journaling instead of venting to him, drawing on your arm or crying in your room instead of crying in his arms. going to your pet instead of going to him. not to say that you didn't spend time with him, you'd go on dates or just hang out with him if he asked, but no time was spent concerning you.

you did what was necessary, even more than what was necessary actually. you planned for the next school year, went to work and did everything that was asked of you, helped your friends and family with their jobs, their problems, and helped them plan their own weeks. you babysat for some friends and family members when asked, and even ran errands for others.

not to mention in your family, you had to be the parent. you had to mediate and calm things down when things when wrong. you had to care for your siblings when something was happening. you had to control and handle the conversation with your parents if anything were to be accomplished.

though you kept yourself busy, nothing ever really stood out to you, each day feeling bland by the end of it. you never knew what day it was, or how much time had passed, time just stopped feeling real. you were getting tired. exhausted even. what went from helping out occasionally turned into giving your own life to be at everyone's beck and call. you rarely had time for yourself, not that you cared. however, everything you had been doing started to catch up with you.

you found yourself laying in bed one... what day was it? Saturday maybe? not that it mattered anymore. you were so tired, so done. you knew you were being used, and you were sick of it, but you didnt know how to put your foot down. you felt like you'd be a terrible friend or person in general if you ever told anyone know. as you started to go in a downward spiral of feeling trapped, a frighteningly satisfying thought popped up in your mind. you could just end it.

no one ever requires anything of a dead person. the more you thought about it, the more you felt as if it was necessary. you didn't even feel sad, no remorse, no fear, just exhaustion. you wanted to be done with this. with life. sighing, you thought to yourself how pitiful you were. you were going to end it over being tired. you cursed yourself. weak, stupid, idiot. how come people can handle more pressure than me? oh well. you wouldn't have to think about it for too long. just keep going, maybe even enjoy yourself until you're gone. you thought you'd give yourself maybe a day or two.

"y/n?" came your boyfriend's voice from the hallway of your apartment. you nearly forgot you had given him your apartment key, so that must have been how he got in.

oh shit.

you cleared your throat. "oh hey babe!"

"I've called your name like seven times now, are you alright?" Koushi frowned as he stepped in your room.

he looked... nice. did he prep himself up for something?

"oh yeah, I'm good, just tired," you forced a smile.

"just tired? darling I sent you text reminders of our date and you didnt even read them." you froze. "our date"?. shit. shit shit shit.

"I'm so sorry," your voice broke, emotions you had kept inside beginning to bubble to the surface.

"it's alright, don't worry about that, i just want to make sure you're okay." Koushi smiled warmly, taking a seat on the edge of your bed.

tears pricked at the corners of your eyes. you completely forgot about your date, therefore didnt bother to get ready, didn't even respond to your boyfriend, but he's concerned for you? shouldn't he be mad?

"love, you look like you're about to cry," his eyes softened. "what's wrong?"

you bit your lip, avoiding eye contact with him. you'd spent all this time making sure you wouldnt bother your boyfriend, yet here you were. you forgot about the date and now you were going to cry in front of him. what a way to fail.

it started with only one tear falling down your cheek, but the next thing you knew, you were sobbing. Koushi's eyes widened. he moved closer to you, holding your face in his hands and wiping your tears away with the pads of his thumbs. his heart shattered at the sight of you so distraught.

"hey, what's wrong?" he asked softly.

you desperately looked at him for a moment, before another sob escaped your lips and your face fell into the crook of his neck. Koushi wrapped his arms around your back, pulling you closer. one arm came up to carefully cradle your head. He quietly shushed you, gently almost like a child. he pressed soft, comforting kisses to the side of your head as you continued to sob.

"I'm here now, baby," he whispered, beginning to trace shapes into your back. "I'm here. you can let it out."

it didn't take long for Koushi's comforting mannerisms to have you calmed down to sniffles.

"I'm sorry," you whimpered. "I ruined our date, I'm so sorry."

he pulled away from you for a moment, to place his hands on the sides of your face, making you look at him. "hey. its okay. I don't want you to feel bad about that, alright? I'm not upset. I just want to make sure you're okay." he gently stroked your tear stained cheek with his thumb. "so please, tell me what's wrong."

you took a shaky breath as you tried to collect yourself. "I don't... um. its, a lot." you looked down, tears re-forming in your eyes.

the grey haired man grabbed your chin, saying softly. "it's alright. I want to hear all of it, no matter how long it takes, okay? this is what I'm here for, baby."

his words made all the emotions bubble up again. you were going to end your life soon, but here you were, worrying your boyfriend. tears pooled in your eyes as you made tentative eye contact with the former setter. looking at you, Koushi realized your gaze was so... hopeless? empty? it seemed as if there was so much behind that gaze but also almost nothing at all. he felt a sinking feeling rise in the pit of his stomach. he didn't want to jump to conclusions or freak out over a hunch, but he wanted to make sure you're okay.

"babe. are you..." he trailed off, not sure what to say or how to ask. "are you safe?"

you froze. "what d'you mean?"

Koushi breathed deeply. "I mean are you... you don't plan on doing anything do you?"

cue sobbing session #2. you didn't want it to get to this point. you never did. you barely noticed Koushi carefully scooping you up into his lap, holding you close. he himself nearly wanted to cry, seeing you so hurt, so broken like this without him knowing. he buried his nose in your hair while he traced shapes into your back with his fingers.

"I'm so tired Ko," you said through a hiccup. "I'm tired of being everyone's errand person." you were fumbling with your words but somehow your boyfriend understood you. "I'm tired of being everything for everyone when I can't be enough for myself, I just want to be done. I can't keep this up anymore."

you had put so much effort into keeping up an appearance of being alright and being sure that he wouldn't worry, but here you were a sobbing mess in Koushi's arms.

"baby it sounds like you're burnt out. you've been taking on way too much. I know you're capable and you love helping people, but you gotta look out for yourself too. you can't help everyone if you're only running on fumes," he wiped a few of your tears away with the pads of his thumbs. "you're allowed to rest you know."

"I just... I don't know how to stop, I don't know if I can stop but I can't keep going either." you hiccuped.

"let me help you then. how about we take today to give you a break? and then we can work on some things together, hm?" he offered.

"are you sure it's not a bother?" you asked quietly.

"love. I wanna be here for you. you can always come to me if you're feeling like this or if something happens. if you want space that's great too, but please angel," he paused to look at you. "please tell me if you need anything."

"thank you Koshi."

"anytime, y/n. I love you so much."

"I love you too."

Koushi pressed a soft, loving kiss to the tip of your nose before suggesting, "how about we take a nap, and then we can go to that bubble tea shop you love? after that we'll see what I can help you with."

you nodded.

a/n: idk how to end this lmao so yeah hope that was good, have a great day lovelies.

#i need a nap #im frickin tired #haikyuu #sugawara #haikyuu!! #haikyuu x reader #hq #sugawara x reader #koshi sugawara #sugawara comfort #haikyuu comfort #hq x reader #hq x y/n #sugawara drabble #haikyuu drabble #sugawara imagines #sugawara koushi x reader #sugawara kōshi #haikyuu sugawara #haikyuu suga x reader #tw suicidal thoughts #tw sui implied #tw sui ideation #tw burnout #comfort drabble

[skiniibuniii]

probably never got fasting insomnia cuz i kept "recovering" before i reached the point im at rn. heres some shit abt me, my history of eds, and why i think and have been told i have EDNOS. added a read more thing so you dont have to read it if you dont want to.

wow someone likes me lmao jk but,,

when i was 9-10 i had to take one of those tests in school for BMI and i was the heaviest person there. all the kids compared bmis and i just stayed quiet when i was asked. so the very next day i did a week long fast without knowing what the fuck i was doing. i barely drank anything, fainted once and couldnt stand up without my legs giving out. yeahh my mom almost took me to the hospital, and i wanted that til my mom said id be poked with needles so i "recovered". off and on over those next few years, i tried to watch what i ate but didnt count cals (tbh cuz i didnt know how).

I started smoking weed around 11-12 and i started binging B A D. my stomach hurt constantly but i never stopped eating. to the point that my mom finally told me that i was eating too much cuz we didnt have the money for me to keep that up any longer than a few months. and my mom saying "youre eating too much", even though she was worried about me and i knew she was just worried, it totally triggered me again. still didnt know jack shit about eds. i tried to restrict and got into a fast-binge cycle for a couple months. "recovered" again.

tried to die right after i turned 13, got sent to a hospital for 2 months and thats when i learned about eds. started going to this LGBTQ club, met my bf and discovered my gender identity (didnt know abt trans people before that either, thought i was just really crazy), and started to learn about how to be safer. aand this is when it stopped being 100% about how i look, but now it was a 50/50 on looks and weight. got back in that fast-binge bull. got my first Tumblr page somewhere around this time too and was in LOVE loved my blog so much. got into ed tumblr for inspo but obvy that didnt last long. stayed on my main for a long while til (i think) i was abt to turn 16. "recovered".

about to be 14 years old, got back into my shit cuz i got pregnant and didnt know it and freaked out about how ugly i was, dropped to 130 cuz the morning sickness made it so easy to purge (i was and have not since been able to purge via vomit) and i barely ate anyway with cal counting, nausea, fasting, and chainsmoking. i did some drugs aside from smoking around this time and drank a fair amount too. found out i was pregnant, "recovered" AGAIN, stopped doing all that bad stuff and was tormented by my body for another 4-5 months. got up to 225lbs, apparently i gained 85lbs from month 5 to birth. popped out a baby, kid was healthy thank god, tried to breastfeed, yo-yoed between 200-225 for about 2 months, breastfeeding wasnt working and made me want to die with the gender dysphoria, switched to bottles, 2 months after that now we're back. didnt do crazy restriction but exercised like a madman. hated myself really bad. fast-binge you know the deal. bf force-fed me regularly. i fucking gave up. reached 175 before i bounced right back to 200.

now we're 16 its the first of june, gonna be 17 in 14 days. i havent been able to look in a mirror for any reason besides to do my makeup in several years. still 200lbs. havent worn anything that could remotely show how fat i am in years. out of nowhere i decided, "imma get back on my fucking shit. I REFUSE TO HATE MY BODY ANYMORE. I DO NOT WANT TO BECOME AN ADULT AND FUCKING HATE MYSELF LIKE THIS"

"hey, youre 17 now! happy birthday. i know your phone just broke, i bought you a computer! it was a great deal and they said it worked for games too! you said youve been wanting to play that java server, right?"

i remembered, tumblr is a thing! i loved my blog, maybe if i get back into that id be happier.

"ghost blog", gone. i cried quite a bit lmao, but lets start a new one!

and here we are. and i am not doing any fake recovery shit this time.

from what i know, EDNOS includes the off-and-on stuff and i was told by a couple people on my og blog that i dont have ana i have EDNOS.

boom thats my ed life story. and if thats kinda bad yall should hear my whole fucking life story. ive been thinking abt writing a book about it cuz it is actually fucking crazy.

[sningo-prompts]

Some team (idk) makes a threat to Emmet about taking Sningo by force! This is before is public knowledge that the sneasel is Ingo. Some Rangers step up and offer to take Sningo somewhere to protect him they assure Emmet they can do a better job then he could. Emmet refuses. He is a subway boss. He is strong. And he does not wish to separate from his brother again. Ingo fully agrees with Emmet. He would rather risk it than be taking from Emmet.

Doing a read more cause idk it got like a bit longer than i liked. It wasnt even a prompt i just couldnt move on till the idea was gone from my brain. Which is how this blog came to be in the first place. Very fitting

Then theres a scare. The team make an attack against the subway boss and its only a fluke that sningo wasnt taken. Emmet was helpless to stop it. They just got lucky and he knows it. Now Emmet is really thinking about taking the Rangers up on that offer. Is his pride worth his brother getting hurt?? No its not. He calls the rangers to ask for help.

Ingo still does not wish to leave Emmets side. They are a two car train after all. A pair that should never be separated!! Sure hes worried about getting taken by this team but staying by Emmets side is much more important to him. Emmet has no idea what it was like for Ingo in hisui. And Ingo never wants to be in that situation again!

The Rangers show up and Ingo is not having it. It isnt until Emmet softly pleads with Ingo to go with them. Its just until we can catch them. Then you can come back home! Its safer this way please Ingo. But Ingo really doesnt wanna. He probably isn convinced until Emmet like mini snaps at him “I DONT WANT YOU TO GET HURT AGAIN!” Or something like “IM NOT STRONG ENOUGH! I cant.. i cant keep you safe here so please just go with them.” Ingo can see how much this is hurting Emmet to do and he at least knows Emmet wont be able to sleep if Ingo stays so he goes. It’s heartbreaking for the rangers to watch tbh. Im picturing that air bud movie there the kid is like sobbing or something over the dog. Elesa is there and just the moment they walk out the door with Ingo (in a carrier im gonna add) Emmet just sobs into her shoulder.

This was verrrry hard for him but its the right choice. She is reassuring him. Now with him at his weakest she leads him to his bed and gets him to get some sleep. The moment hes up and walks into his kitchen he can see her sitting at the table surrounded by papers. They arent going to wait around for the cops to catch these guys. And Emmet can tell his bad habit has bled to her. She even got the red yarn out. Hes so proud.

Ingo meanwhile is having a ruff time (haha borkbork) Emmet informed the Rangers that the Sneasel is Ingo his human brother. They at least they are treating him like a person. The carrier was just a formality after all. The moment they got into the car he was promptly let out. Of course hes sulking. He misses his brother already. Also how could Emmet send him away. They should have solved this together. Arent they a team. Of course Ingo only has like an hour to be mad before his separation anxiety kicks in. And the Rangers bless them are trying but Ingos got a lot of problems (mental mostly) that they arent really equipped to deal with. The nightmares for starters really got them off guard.

This could also go where Emmet doesnt trust the Rangers so he doesnt tell them that the sneasel is Ingo. Now Ingo has to spend however long with people treating him like a pokemon. Really takes a hit to the mans self esteem. Its probably very tiring for Ingo. Plus hes sper depressed that Emmet sent him off so hes just not having a good time either way. Probably sleeps a lot while with them. Of course they try to give him exorcise which is just making it worse. Ingo hardly eats and just finds a place to hide and sleep. The Rangers assume its because well the truth. Because he misses his trainer. Which is pretty damn close. Its just his brother and he feels betrayed. Everytime one of them try to cheer him up they can tell this sneasel is humouring them. Its kinda off putting how humanlike this sneasel is probably. I imagine they are all trying different things that get their pokemon perked up. But since Ingo is human its just making him feel lower and lower. The only one who gets its is a Rangers who treats him like they would their SO or something. Finally human comforts and Ingo finally calms down enough to eat or something.

Idk. Its four forty in the morning and im in the shower. Also Emmet gets hurt a little but he totally kicked some (insert team name here) butt! The police congratulated him and Elesa for it and everything! Of course when Ingo gets back hes finally comfortable enough to be mad at Emmet again. Emmet doesnt understand why Ingos mad at him? Look at what i did for you!! It was all for you!!! It takes Elesa to point out that Emmet didnt even give Ingo a choice in staying or going. He just decided. And abandon his boy while at it. Ingo feels betrayed about it. Till Emmet apologises and opens up about how afraid he was about Ingo getting hurt worse. And losing Ingo permanently. Ingo cant stay mad at that. Emmet promises to never take Ingos choice away again! Which he has some close calls but Ingo has a way to remind him brother.

#transfer error au #sneasel ingo #sneasel ingo au #sningo #i actually named it prompts in hopes of yall using the stuff inwrite here #rip that plan xD #the idea was to sow seeds into your minds till you also had to write them down #it was all a trick a trap to get more sningo content #its ok i failed #checks email and sighs #also magical girl emmet is nearly complete i just gotta sit down and finish it #i have like his face the shading and the *** left to finish up then its all for yall #oooo whats the sensored bit!! its a surprise eueheuwheuwbeuhe

[flockofdoves]

i recognize that cats are like. infamous for begging for food and meowing like theyve never been fed in their lives

and also i recognize when i first moved in my roommate was like 'don't worry if the cat meows at you her old owner overfed her so she's always begging for food but i have her on a special diet with specific proportions on a regular schedule so you don't have to feed her when she begs at you'

but also with my roommate leaving for a week without telling us and just setting out extra food but then not responding at all to my texts (or acknowledging this at all after she got back) i sent 4 days into that week when the cat almost was out of food asking if she was coming back that day or should i start feeding her cat and if so what portions she feeds her cat and at what times. plus also that while idk how much cats poop per bowel movement, it does seem to me like the litter box looks almost as full as it was when i scooped it after 4 days of my roommate being gone and she pooped on the floor (i feel really bad about that i should have looked up how often litterboxes should be scooped as soon as i noticed my roommate set out extra food for her, even if ofc she should've given a heads up or timeline or any info when me and my gf have been clear we've never lived w cats before)

like. it makes me not sure what to trust :(

like i almost never see her feed her and i recognize we have kinda different schedules (although a lot of times shes home but just in her room and i cant hear her so dont even realize shes home) and that the cat eats fast the times i have seen her eat so its hard to figure out the situation

and it sucks bc theres like no safe side to lean on bc either way could be harmful for the cat if i'm mistaken

the only real way to know would be something deranged and unethical like a camera monitoring the litterbox and food bowl lmao. so like idk the only normal solutions i can think of are just like. trying to spend as much time as possible downstairs on days when me and my gf aren't doing anything to see what happens? taking pictures of the empty bowl to see if the crumb positions look different later and taking pictures of the litterbox to see if it looks worse later? but even then its not very conclusive

and of course i'd love to propose like. idk. putting up a little white board seeing if shes got fed yet but. shes not my cat and im not the one directly responsible for feeding her and proposing that potentially either could sound like i dont trust my roommate or some ridiculous thing to assuage my anxiety that makes her do extra work or if she really is hiding neglect that wouldn't necessarily do much depending on what her routine is compared to mine and also maybe proposing that would make boundaries unclear and make her think she could rely on me for stuff like that without having to communicate it first

idk part of me worries also considering that shes started just like. taking me and my gfs dishes (which are in an entirely separate cabinet) and using them when never asking if thats cool with us as roommates. and like theoretically i love to share things ofc as long as people are considerate but some of those dishes and pots have been sitting out dirty for over a week now so unless i see her around (feel insane like just jumping to texting about that) im sure at this rate me and my gf will have to clean these encrusted dirty dishes and pots and stuff whenever we need them again, that maybe despite her saying before that i wouldnt need to worry about feeding the cat, that somehow without communicating either that as an expectation when i've checked in with her about her preferences in cohabitating or communicating details to us as ppl w no experience taking care of cats that she expects taking care of her cat to be an equal task for all of us. and like of course the most important thing to me is that this cat is healthy and okay and i wouldn't mind helping out even if i'd slightly prefer not having the responsibility of a pet foisted on me at this point in my life and from past communication expected just like. vibing while she took care of it as her pet. but god that just needs to be communicated by her. itd be scary to me if there is neglect happening and if it was happening that it was happening bc she just expected me and my gf to know exactly when and what to do with every day cat care.

so yeah. ig just gonna try my best to monitor stuff over the next couple days to understand the situation better and just communicate from there :(

any advice appreciated tho tbh god idk

#cpost #animal neglect -

[egodeatth69]

i hope nobody follows me and is active. i dont know where to say things so i am now sad posting on my old tumblr account

i am now 21 years old and i am now living in my 3rd apartment. every time i move i move in with strangers my age. i have had terrible terrible luck every time i move somewhere. in my first apartment, my roommates dog wanted to slaughter my kitten so i was stuck in my room 24/7. my second apartment, my roommate sent both of my cats to the emergency room in a 9 month period, which resulted in me being out 4k which she will not give me any money for. i am now in my 3rd apartment and i just sit here and wonder what it will be this time.

my bedroom door is right next to a girl's bedroom door and i feel as if she doesnt like me already. ive only been here for 6 days at this point and she has been very short with me. she goes to bed at 10pm and waits until ive left the kitchen to leave her room. i havent been mean to her and i dont think ive done anything wrong. i have two cats and i told her i did, (i got matched with them because they said they were okay with living with pets) and she said that shouldnt be Too much of a problem. i do not know what i have done wrong so far, but i feel trapped. i feel trapped in my room again and i feel as if she is hostile.

is she actually hostile? or am i letting my trauma take hold of the situation too soon?

there is no space in the kitchen and i am too scared to ask if they can make some. there are two toasters sitting on the counter and a baking mixer. am i just scared for no reason? should i become hostile too? im worried if i say something she'll get upset with me. or should i just take it?

i got a storage unit 20 minutes away because there is genuinely no space for anything. the things i usually cook with (crockpot, big pot, etc) are being stored away because there is no space. im frustrated because i recently found a love for cooking. am i making myself small because somebody here is deemed, to me, to be big?

i feel as if i cant stay up past 10pm and talk to my friends online. or have people over to spend the night. or do things that i often do that make me happy. and i understand she wakes up early and goes to bed early, and that there's physically nothing she can do, but i feel as if. i am just. stuck. my cats are going crazy being cooped up in my room and i want to let them roam around the apartment but she shuts my door while im gone and my cats lose access to their litter box and food. after thought, it wouldnt be rude of me to ask them to not shut my door. that is a normal thing to ask.

i havent used tumblr in years but i just wanted to put this somewhere so i could get it out of me because i feel frustrated and alone. so so frustrated and alone. and trapped. i hate feeling trapped.

but. all i can do is sit here and work on my own things.

maybe i wont modify my lifestyle to try to appease to her the way i want to. maybe i will continue to do my things, and be respectful of course, but i am a roommate and this is my apartment too.

needless to say though, this is my last time having a roommate. i cannot keep doing this. these are the 6th and 7th roommates ive had and i just . am coming to find out i perhaps was not built to have roommates.

#personal

[numerii]

so much has happened, i truly believe ive gone mad and somehow recovered... i feel normal now, whatever "normal" entails, yet im wondering if im sleeping or not and what the barriers between sleep and awakeness are...

im missing an annoying yet interesting character that somehow took over half of who i was randomly... honestly, the timeline of all this psychosis that happened is so messy, was it even psychosis? i wouldn't be able to tell you...

I've wondered plenty if im even alive anymore, yet it feels like so, i can feel pain and can see my blood (don't worry, i saw it while shaving, no blood letting this time)

im ashamed to ask the people i talked to while i was psychotic about the events that happened because of... stuff, like the whole thinking i was an effeminate pirate who was about to get killed by his(?) (hers? maybe i was actually a female pirate dressing like a male one?) crewmates for being, i suppose, an effeminate pirate? or for planting a bomb in the deck... or for being an untrustworthy psychopathic schizophrenic, or for being suicidal, or all of them, or only some, look i honestly don't know anymore! ("save the crazy, for normals are ending"... a sign i saw at some mental health place) i wonder if this is some weird psychotic manifestation of internalised transphobia but go off i guess, mind of mine (is it even my mind at this point? it feels like ive talked with God, or some other powerful Godly Entity like 20 times now, They seem to really like me for some reason, can't get enough of me, if im reading Their cryptic messages sent through songs the right way... They also may want me dead for being too much of a rule breaker, i honestly can't tell anymore, but the feeling of impending doom has wavered so i imagine They are cool with me now... kinda missing Their presence though...)

im on meds, i think they're the right meds, Pompous Pompey (as my dad called the medic who put me back on two pills of valproate a day and told me to go back to 300mg quetiapine, i think... it all felt kinda like a dream so im unsure) seemed extremely untrustworthy to me while i was talking to him but i kept telling myself in my head to "trust this guy, you need to trust this guy!" while laughing maniacally at any slight movement the poor man made while i was in his office... i feel very bad for having done this but... look, i was very confused at the time! i thought there was a weird monster like creature growing inside of me because of my suicide attempt, and that i needed to puke it out to wake up from the dream that was current reality and awake in real™ reality... im good now though, i swear! though i do miss the monster supposedly growing inside of me, together with the one in my ceiling, the third(?) half of me who was a really annoying evil guy that really wanted to "shit on my playground", which i took as a sign of some powerful entity wanting to take back control and not just me being quirky™... okay that's all you weird people that follow me on this weird platform are getting, im gonna go write on physical diaries i keep deeply hidden from everyone i know in which i write in many a tongues for no-one to be able to decipher them with ease, buh-bye

#psychosis #? #insanity pretty much

[alaezasmystery235]

Hi im the anon who sent this "OKAY- im the anon who sent the ask about the fun crush thing and i feel really bad rn cuz i just saw ur first ask and i feel like this anon thing was meant for more serious stuff- like people pouring their worries and i just bombard you with the crush thing im rlly sorry!!" And the one who u replied to with this "Now to you I would love to hear your fun stories because I feel like we all had gone through something similar like this " Im also the one who called myself the sksksk anon. HAHa.

Well, thing is, i started documenting the lil moments that happened between us but i havent updated it recently since like last 2-3 weeks and now i have winter break going on- so-

Ill tell u my favourite moments.

Lets call him A.

So i think i started noticing him in thAT kind of light when Sometime in October he kept staring at a flower a boy gave me, like the boy gave me a flower and "A" was standing behind that boy and as soon as he went away "A" was standing like 2mm apart from me looking down at the flower(yes, down. hes like 6'0 feet something and im 5'0) (I PROMISE I DONT LIKE HIM CUZ OF HIS HEIGHT) (also i DIDNT SEE his expression but he was not moving at all)

then,

In november,

SO I WAS LEAVING OUT OF MY CLASSROOM

AND HE CAME NEAR OUR CLASSROOM SINCE THE WASHROOM IS THERE (near)

BUT LIKE HE STUCK SO CLOSE TO ME

I WAS TALKING TO A GUY

AND HE COMES AND STANDS BESIDE ME

LIKE 4 CM APART, and i try to move a bit so like if im blocking his passage he can go but then he moves WITH ME AND STANDS LIKE RIGHT BEHIND ME??

AND THEN I TURN AROUND AND HES THAT TALL

THAT I LITERALLY HAVE TO TILT MY HEAd to see HIM AND HE STILL DOESNT MOVE?? AT ALL??

also, the next day i caught him staring at me and his mouth was like hangign OPEN.

then on one thursday, my friend "had" to talk to him , and i tagged along but i acted nonchalant. Like they were already talking when i walked up to them and i pretended to not listen.And then i saw a senior handsome guy with muscles and i start jumping up and down and like getting excited over it and i say 'omgggg look at that guy he's so handsome and he has muscles eheheh' , to my friend and then the man (A) sees me doing that and he's like 'i also have muslces' and like FLEXES HIS BICEPS AND THEN he like comes closer and starts talking to me.AND HE LOOKS DIRECTLY INTO MY EYES/FACE whiel SMILING OGMGOMGOGMGOGMGOMG IT WAS LIKE THE MOST-

THEN, THE NEXT THURSDAY (some stuff happened between this but its not part of my fav moments)

I was really sad that day, it was the end of school and hes always in front of my bus (he walks home and my bus is the last bus) and i was like sadly walking, And he came in front of me and i was about to swerve him but he waved to me and i waved back and looked at him and he looked at me and he was smILING SO WIDELY

Okay i dont have any updates after that cuz i forgot to write them down but i think a lot has happened since then 😩

There were some moments on text too but i dont know if thats imp.

Also, let me say that we are dealing with a LIBRA VENUS AND A FLIRTY, CHARMING GUY IN GENERAL so yes these moments happened but he's not asked me out yet so i will not keep my expectations very high.

Really , I would suggest you to keep your expection low . Like don't dwell too much in these crush thingy . Because at the long run it'll affect your mental health and can cause distraction in your studies . And this is coming from a very own personal experience of mine 🥲. It hurts when you trust someone to reciprocate your feelings but at the end they just back off . So my dear anonie let the thing go on and just take a chill pill . I would suggest you to have some get together with your friends 💖😘.

#sksksk #sweet anons #alaezasmystery

[finelinevogue]

Hope you’re okay! You know how Anne just flew to see Harry on tour? Do you think you could do a blurb where Y/N flys in for the first time to see him on tour with Anne? Thank you.

i’m okay! currently done 4/7 of my essays ( i got another one added) so im feeling better than i did a week ago but anyways!! here we are;

Today was going to be the greatest day of 2021.

It had been 197 days since you last saw Harry, because he’s been so busy filming movies and them going on tour. He’s not stopped once. Unfortunately, you haven’t been allowed to enter the USA until 3 days ago because of covid.

You and Anne had decided that you were going to surprise him and go to his last few tour dates. You were flying in for Glendale and then were going to stay for the LA shows, before going back home. To say you were excited was an understatement. Your heart missed Harry so terribly and you craved nothing more than a tight hug in his arms once more. You were now only minutes away from getting that feeling again.

“Why are you so nervous, pet?” Anne asked why your hands were shaking and knee was bouncing.

The car pulled up to the venue and you clambered out with a thank you to the driver. You and Anne had got ready in the hotel, wanting to the surprise to be as last minute as possible. Anne was wearing a lovely black outfit, claiming she wanted to look her best for her first ‘Love on Tour’ show. You had gone with a pair of red flares and then one of Harry’s ‘Love on Tour’ hoodies that he’d sent you in the post, after spraying it with his perfume first.

“I don’t know. It’s just been so long. I think it’s a mix of excitement for seeing him and nervous for his reaction.” You tried to explain, but just ended up sounding a bit pathetic. You knew there was absolutely no reason to be nervous, because Harry was going to be ecstatic to see you but there was always that little evil dig of worry and anxiety.

“Y/N, I can tell you now that his reaction will be one of joy and happiness. My son has done nothing but whine about how much he misses you for the past few months, so I can assure you you’ll have nothing to worry about.” Anne took you by your arm and led you towards the venue.

Jeff had known you were coming and so had arranged for someone to wait for you backstage. It felt very surreal going into the venue after not having had this experience in so long, but you’d missed it so much and were glad to be back. You could understand why Harry had never underperformed in a show, because he couldn’t complain for one minute when he was back doing exactly what his heart wanted him to do.

You walked through the halls of the venue, backstage, and greeted some familiar people from the crew. Anne was very cheery too, her knowing more people than you did. You met up with the band before seeing Harry, checking up on them and giving them all hugs, whilst also formally introducing yourself to a few of them since they were new this year.

“So are you bored of it all yet?” You asked Sarah and Mitch, whilst Anne had gone to speak to Jeff and Glenne.

“God no! I mean, yes it’s been ridiculously crazy and hectic but I wouldn’t change that for the world.” Sarah responded, looking to Mitch and seeing he was nodding his head in agreement.

“Harry though…” Mitch added, not quite finishing his sentence.

“What about him?” You asked curiously, pulling the sleeves of your hoodie over your hands to create sweater paws.

“He seems to be less and less into it as the shows go on. Before the St Louis. show he was refusing to come out at all. Never said why, just sat there very teary eyed.” Mitch explained.

“He never said anything to me about it.” You said out loud, but more to yourself than to Mitch or Sarah.

You’d been following the footage of Harry on tour through Twitter and Instagram. It was so fun to watch him on stage through the fans eyes and see the interactions he had with people so close up. It was your favourite part of your daily routine - getting to wake up and watch the Love on Tour content from the night before. It was always so fun and it made you miss him a little less, watching him so happy and free. So, hearing that he had been feeling this way was a complete shock. Especially because he had not told you anything about it and had kept you in the dark.

Harry was good at doing that; not telling other people his feelings because he didn’t want to be a burden. He always did that with you at the start of your relationship, but you’d managed to coax him out of the toxic habit. Why had he gone back now all of a sudden?

“Just… talk to him Y/N. We’re worried about him, that’s all.” Sarah spoke softly.

“Thank you guys for telling me. Don’t know what i’d do without you.” You leaned in for a group hug and they both squeezed back tight. “Also, lunch tomorrow? All together?”

“Obviously.”

You smiled and walked over to Jeff to ask where Harry was. It was around half an hour before the show and he should already be with the band doing some last minute vocals, before getting into the box that gets pushed under the stage.

Jeff explained that he was still in his dressing room. You offered to go get him, so long as you didn’t spend too long together. You walked away and made route for Harry’s dressing room.

Knocking on the door lightly you hear a soft ‘come in’ echo from the other side. You smiled and took a deep breathe, before entering. It took you a brief second to locate him and you saw him faffing around at the vanity, with perfume and deodorant and what not. He hadn’t caught your eye through the mirror yet, so you decided to make yourself known by your voice.

“Suspenders. I should’ve bet on it.” You spoke, watching as Harry made eye contact with you in the mirror. He then turned around quickly to actually make sure that you were really there, before he shot up from the chair and made his way over to you in record time.

He stood in front of you, still speechless. He held his hands in front of you but he didn’t touch you yet. He was looking all over your body, admiring every single inch of you.

“I..” Was all he could get out.

“H baby?” You laughed a little under your breathe, seeing him so stunned being quite funny.

“Don’t wanna touch you in case you’re not real.” He whispered, exposing how vulnerable he was at the thought of him just dreaming you and not genuinely having you this close to him. You knew the fear all too well.

“I’m real baby. Promise.” You whispered back, reaching your hand up slowly to touch his cheek. When your hand made contact with his soft skin he started to cry. You’d seen Harry cry one too many times before, but this one hurt the most.

Harry often cried for minimalist reasons like losing a sock in the washing machine or his toast was too burnt, but never like this. He always kept his emotions in check. Tonight, though, the flood gates had opened. He pulled you close to his chest and buried his face in your neck as he let out soft cries. You held him as tight as he held you, rubbing his back as he let out his tears. You didn’t hold him back. You felt him kiss your neck a few times in between tears, probably to seal the fact that you were real and you were with him.

His cries felt more like tears of relief in your arms. His small, trembling, shakes felt like exhaustion but also happiness. If was confusing you. It was so hard to understand how he felt when he rarely ever exposed his feelings like this to you.

“You’re here.” Harry kept whispering into the soft skin of your neck, his warmth breath sending shivers down your spine. Even in the most vulnerable and sad of moments with him, he still managed to spark that electricity within you.

“I’m here. You’re okay. It’s okay.” You kept repeating, allowing him to let his heart free itself of all the pain and upset before you tried talking to him.

After a few minutes or crying, he pulled away and let out a deep breathe. He looked in your eyes, before bringing his hand up to wipe his own free of tears. You leaned up to kiss his cheek where a single tear was trickling, letting the salty water touch your lips and soak into your skin. You smiled at him, reaching a hand up to push his hair back and out of his face. His hand came to cup your jaw, stroking your cheek carefully with his thumb.

“Y’wanna talk?” You asked, knowing that if he said no you wouldn’t push him. He would be ready when he was ready.

“There’s too much.” He shook his head, sniffling whilst he kept his eyes focused on yours. He always said that your eyes could bring him back to the light in the darkest of moments. You were his beacon of hope.

“Then let me in just a little. Just enough to allow you move a little more freely.” You suggested compromisingly.

“Y/N, flower… I can’t—”

“Don’t do that. Don’t shut me out, baby. I’m okay if you don’t want to talk right now, but I won’t allow you to shut me out forever. Not when you mean so much to me.” You told him off, getting stern for a moment so he would understand how serious you were being.

Harry breathed out, walking to sit on the sofa. He stroked a hand over his chin as he tried to calm himself down from crying all over again. Once he sat down, you moved to situate yourself in front of him. Kneeling down on the floor, you were lower than he was sat to make him feel more comfortable. You held your hands out for him, palms facing upwards. He smiled lovingly at you and took your hands in his hands. He squeezed tightly and shut his eyes as he let out another shaky breathe. You leaned forwards to kiss his hands, making sure he knew that you loved him so much and you were staying.

“Sorry about this.” He tried to stifle a laugh, but you knew it wasn’t genuine.

“How long have you been feeling like this baby?” You asked, sitting still so you could devote your entire attention to him.

“A while.” He admitted, nodding his head and looking down to your joined hands. He smiled, before shaking his head a little. “Do you know what bugs me?”

“No.” You said softly with a shake of your head.

“The fact that there isn’t an engagement or wedding ring sat on your ring finger.” You gasped a little bit, hoping this wasn’t his way of proposing. Knowing Harry it wasn’t, but also you were slightly confused by the sudden statement.

“Why would that bug you?”

“Because you fucking deserve that.” He admitted quickly, almost shouting at himself. “I… I’ve been such a shit boyfriend. I’m never there for you. I choose myself and my fans over you. What kind of a boyfriend does that?” Harry’s eyes started to fill with tears and although it broke your heart a little more, you were also slightly relieved because you felt like you were getting somewhere with him.

Harry had always had this way of thinking the worst of himself, the same way you did about yourself. You were lucky you had each other, because you’d be two very sad people without each other. You loved how Harry made you feel so loved and you only hoped that he felt the same way about you.

“The kind of boyfriend that i’m proud of. The kind of boyfriend that cares too much pleasing everyone other than himself. The kind of boyfriend that is selfless. The kind of boyfriend that makes my heart happy and dream of infinity with.” You told him, making him look up at you. You could tell by his eyes that he loved you so much and you knew that your eyes were telling the same story.

“I don’t deserve you Y/N.”

“Maybe you think that. But you can be damn well sure that i’ll spend every day of our lives proving to you that you do. The same way you prove it to me.” You promised.

“I’ve missed you so much.” Harry said.

“Feeling is very much mutual.” You chuckled, watching as Harry’s eyes lit up with a sparkle as your laugh echoed the room. “Now, I didn’t fly a 1000 miles to not get a kiss from my favourite person.”

Harry smiled widely at you, pulling you up and onto him.

“Come here then.”

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[kio-may]

so requests are open till monday? don't worry about forcing yourself to finish them quickly, okay honey? i'm gonna pop in and send in one request of mine if you don't mind.

hc of dorm leaders with an s/o that's the most laid back person they know. they give off hakuna matata vibes wherever they go. most people take advantage of this ofc, thinking them they're naive and such but the minute s/o hear someone talks badly about their lover is when they go full on violent.

okay they didn't kill the person, but s/o did leave with some bruises on their knuckles and... is that blood on their cheek??

keep up the good work dear <33

This one was sent quite a while ago, im sorry for not responding to it sooner 😭 youre so nice qjksmsks thank you love it means a lot <3

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Obviously, rumors spread about you beating up a student and he was shocked. He didn't believe the students, and every other whisper made him more and more angrier. Some students may have had collars popped on them even, who knows?

But after he's done with whatever he may be busy with, he's rushing to get to you. He knows you're a very calm and collected person, and so many rumors at least ought to actually have a clue to the truth. So he's worried and he's internally panicking.

When he sees you, irritated and bruises on your knuckles, he's horrified. Immediately asks what happened, wants to know the entire situation and whatnot.

He doesn't quite stand with violence. He knows you're strong, but he doesn't quite approve of such methods. He scolds you a bit before silently thanking you. He doesn't have the best reputation with his stern commands in following the rules, but he's used to it (even if it hurts him sometimes), and he's happy to know you're looking out him.

Joins in-

Throws a feast-

A bit of the same reaction like Riddle. He's a bit worried on what irked you so badly to the point you resorted to violence.

He'll tell the students to knock it off if he hears anyone talking about it, and it irritates him to no end. It was probably Ruggie who first came and told him what happened.

So he went out to search for you, subtly, roaming around a bit but still searching for you.

He doesn't really approve of it (not as repulsed by it as Riddle, but), and prefers not to cause a commotion, but he doesn't scold you or anything, just tells you to calm your horses and goes on to subtly thank you. He's also happy you're looking out for him, and he helps you clean up (and lazily helps you with any bruises you might have)

He probably hears it from Jade and Floyd, and immediately he's anxious.

He needs to complete a few tasks, but he's fidgeting badly and can't concentrate. Jade offers to take over for the time being and Azul almost bolts to go search for you.

Of course, he's surprised. His glasses are askew and his perfect-cool composure is slightly breaking. He really hopes you haven't hurt yourself.

He hears what happened and he calms down a bit, before telling you to not have gone that far, before he carefully helps you bandage any bruises. He gives you advice and like the others, he thanks you, but tells you not to worry about it too much.

He takes you to Monstro Lounge for a bit to calm down

<3 he was scared but now hes ok

The moment he hears it,he's surprised. Every Scarabia student has at least heard one loud "WHAT" echo through the hallways. The ears of the ones near him are not safe.

He's immediately abandoning the task he might have at hand, and he's bolting to get you. Jamil shouts for him before his shoulders slump in disappointment.

He sees you and he's in a panicked state, asking if you're okay, what happened, what you did, what the student did, everything, while frantically looking over you for any injuries. You'll have to calm him down instead before his head blows up.

He hears your side of the story and... he just laughs a bit, before he visibly relaxes. He tells you it's okay and to not concern yourself with how people think of him, and he only cares about you. He takes you back to his dorm and spoils you.

Like Riddle, he's a bit on edge. That can't be true, you're a very patient person! Unless..?

He doesn't quite say anything when people talk about it all whispery as he goes out to search for you, but rather scoffs at it. Rook was probably the one who told him.

He finds you with bruises on parts of your hands and a bit of blood on your face. He's like a fessing mother hen when he helps you clean up and helps you with your wounds. He's scolding you up and down, all frantic. He doesn't mean to come off as unappreciating, he just doesn't want you to hurt yourself in any rash decisions you may take.

He gives you a small headpat before telling you that he's appreciative of you, but that you also need to think before you act. He doesn't bring this up again.

He's... confused on how to react at first.

Huh? You? Fighting? You're joking, right?

He doesn't believe anyone but still asks Ortho to check up on you.

You can imagine how horrified he is when you walk into his room, blood on your cheeks and bruises on your knuckles. Both of you take a minute to just calm down.

Idia listens to what happened while Ortho helps with cleaning and bandaging. He doesn't say much. He knows that some people may detest the way he chooses to live, and he never gave them much thought, but seeing you so worked up about it has him feeling mixed.

He'll just kinda awkwardly hug you before he tells you thank you, and tells you not to worry about him too much.

Both of you play games for a while after <3

He's curious.

Why would you have such a violent reaction?

He immediately teleports to wherever you are, and checks up on you.

If you're still angry, he'll take you with him somewhere else, to walk around a bit and calm you down, take your mind off of things and talk about anything else. He'll sit you down somewhere and listen to you carefully

When he hears what happened, he'll chuckle a bit. He didn't expect you to be so protective. He may tease you a bit about it if you're in a better mood, but eventually he'll pat your head and tell you to be careful, and not to react so violently next time. He understands why you may have been offended, or he may not. Even then, he advises you to not concern yourself so much. There's always going to be someone who won't like him, and he doesn't want you to worry yourself with it.

Both of you get ice cream and spend the rest of the day together talking about gargoyles and roaming around abandoned buildings and ancient ruins 🥰

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[burnedbyshoto]

go the distance

(will you) go the distance

— You’re perfectly content in life except for the fact that you are not dating Deku. When his best friend won’t help you out, you turn to the dark side to get what you want.

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pairing: pro hero!midoriya izuku x bad villain!reader

warnings: 18+, nsfw, smut, manga spoilers, pro hero!au, villain!reader, ofa usage for sex lol, size difference, manhandling, public sex, slight degradation and praise, deku eats his cum outta ya pussy, big dick deku, corruption but make it opposite, deku is a pervert change my mind

word count: 12,715

a/n: well, yall already knew I wanted to make this fic a reality, so here it is for bnharems villain collab!! check out all the already amazing stories if you haven’t already. thank you to kara, sky, and jo for reading this for me because lmao im ass rn. I’m gonna go to bed because I partied a bit too hard last night.

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your quirk: distortion – can make afflicted persons vision shift 6 cm to the left or right at the cost of having their own vision shift the same way

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“Breaking news: We have yet another report to add to the slew of attacks this month, this comes just days after we broadcasted rumors of a villain running rampant over the city. This spate of attacks has put the entire metropolitan area at a standstill, road closures, and damaged property making it difficult for commuters to get to work in the morning. 

“Road maintenance endeavors to do its best to keep the city running, but it seems futile when these attacks continue to increase. The entire city was brought to a standstill by the mysterious villain who has still not been named, but reports show they are nothing like we have ever experienced before. 

“Where are the heroes now? Who will save us from the terror overwhelming our city? 

“Every day the crime toll continues to rise and we have no one here to protect us. The Hero Public Safety Commission assured us earlier in the week that the crime rate would go down, that the top Heroes are out there protecting our city, but if so, where are they? Is it really safe to go out anymore, who can we trust? Would you put your life in the hands of a Hero today? When they have proved our streets are no longer safe. We still have no information on what is going on, or who is involved, but we must remain observant. We will continue to report the latest news as we receive it, but for now, we must implore you to heed the warnings of the city-wide curfew that is soon to be implemented. If anyone has any information on these occurrences in the city, please send them to us or contact the police, you can remain anonymous. The safety of our citizens is what is most important, stay vigilant and don’t go out unless it is absolutely necessary. One thing we know for sure: we can no longer rely on Heroes to protect us. The streets of our once-great city are no longer safe, we are no longer safe.”

The female reporter closes her eyes, despite still being on the air, her eyebrows furrowed as she exasperatedly sighs.

“Was that good enough, Mirage?”

You look at her with a pout, your eyes then clenching shut as your lips move with unsaid words as you motion for the cameras to stop rolling. You tilt your head right and left, muttering a bit.

“Did that seem better to you this time? I don’t know, I don’t think it was scary enough...”

You open your eyes to see the exasperated reporter looking at you as if she personally sought to end you right where you were sitting.

“You are the worst villain I’ve ever encountered,” she deadpans, and you laugh in agreement.

.

.

.

You weren’t really a villain.

If you must put a label on what you were, you would say that you were the best PR head any hero agency could ask for. You were, after all, the top student graduate from UA’s Business Course and had been ushered into a condensed agency the moment you were finished taking your graduation pictures. 

And well, if you are actually curious about the… villainy, you would like to uphold and continue to stress that you weren’t a villain! You were just a public nuisance – like those stupid YouTubers – with the ability to garner Pro Heroes’ attention! People had no reason to scoff at what you did on the daily.

You took both of these jobs very seriously!

It was like being straight out of a comic for you!

A simple – hopefully should the heroes you’re in charge of not be stupid – nine to five job by day, and a badass, crime-committing, sexy as shit villain by night! How could anyone ever hate you for your lifestyle! How could anyone ever hate you?!

But we are all noisy people, and everyone wondered just why you became a villain because you had a beautifully stable job with an impressive salary! Why would such an amazing woman such as yourself dabble in the evilness of humanity? 

Well, you did have an answer for the public.

“Why do you engage in evil, villainous schemes?” the reporter deadpans, absolutely and utterly not being paid enough to humor you in this forced interview.

The public loved drama, pizazz, a little showmanship even from what they deemed humanities worst! So, you told the world why you chose to be evil instead of good:

“Because I want to be!” you grin, flashing a pose as you make your away from the interviewer you had very much illegally forced to interview you. “And because a hero killed my cat!’

Of course, that was a lie! Why would you ever hand over the real reason as to why you decided to become a villain! You’d be laughed right out of Japan, possibly be murdered by a horde of fangirls!

For you see, there was one reason and one reason alone as to why you decided to take your place within the villainy hall of fame. Why you chose to do more in your day outside of your already demanding job.

And that one reason was: Pro Hero Deku, civilian name Midoriya Izuku.

Now, trying not to come off as some creepy, weirdo, stalker fangirl, you could fully admit that you were in love with the stupidly large hunk of a man that debuted as an official pro a year before you graduated from high school. 

You remember how the world was finally recovering from the year-long nightmare that had ensued. To be honest, you were stupidly surprised you had even managed to graduate, given that most of schooling had become somewhat of a joke.

FIVE YEARS AGO, MARCH, 2XXX:

It had been in the evening, the clear blue sky becoming ruby red and blood orange as you made your way out of campus. The air somehow smelled of sweet hay and gasoline, but you didn’t mind. There was hardly anyone out at this time, most students had made their way home already, and the only sounds were the moving cars of businessmen just trying to get back home.

There really wasn’t any reason to suspect anything to go wrong, this was a simple daily walk back home after school that wasn’t like any other. But then there had been a loud pop, an ever louder screech, and finally, you managed to whip your head in time to see a car tumbling through the air straight at you. 

There was hardly any time to think, even less to react, and the only thing you knew was that you were not going to survive.

You braced yourself, eyes clenching and body curling, your mind screaming because this was not going to be the way things ended. But before it could happen, before the car could come down upon you and squish you like a bug under a shoe, something picked you up and you were weightless.

Waiting for an impact that never came, the tears that were endlessly streaming down your face were suddenly stopped by rough, warm fingers smoothly wiping them away.

“Hey, it’s okay! You’re safe now!” a voice says softly to you, endearingly warm and comforting. “I’m here, don’t worry.”

“Am I… did I die?” you whisper, unsure if you even want the answer, your eyes remaining closed because you refused to open them up to some angel that could confirm your death. “God, what an embarrassing way to die!”

“Oh – um, no! You’re not dead! I promise!” the voice laughs brightly, just softly enough that you believe him and not be entirely horrified by the amused reaction. Your eyes crack open slowly, just barely peering back into the world, still half praying you weren’t dead. But all you saw was green. 

Green eyes, green hair, green clothes.

You blink, once, twice, realizing only then you were staring into the eyes of a boy about your age.

He had curly hair, freckles littering his face, and eyes that easily pierced through your very soul.

Without meaning to, your breath stopped, frozen in your lungs as you were captivated by a handsome man with a curving, beautiful smile. 

“See, I told you it was okay!” he teased you, head cocking to the side as he grinned largely.

The action itself seemed to strangle the strangest noise out of your mouth as you realized suddenly and immediately that your face was burning and all you could think was:

A cute hero rescued me, a cute hero rescued me, a cute hero rescued me, acuteherorescuedme!

“Sorry about that scare! I would’ve caught that car sooner, but I wasn’t paying attention to who was around!” the green boy apologized, bowing deeply in front of you in his apology. “There’s a commotion just up ahead, so I recommend you take the next road over.”

You nod numbly, unable to conjure even the slightest hint of your voice again as he stood up to his full length. He was average in height it seemed, taller than you, but still not towering. The hero looked behind his shoulder, those big green eyes focusing onto the distance, onto something you couldn’t even begin to imagine – or see, really. He blinked and turned back to you, smile gone but the gentle aura to him remained, but now his face, his mouth, was underlined with a sense of urgency and engagement to whatever sent a vehicle tumbling your way.

“Which train do you take home?” he asked, eyebrows relaxing from his stern position, as his smile picked up again. “I’ll take you closer to your station!”

“B train,” you manage to wheeze out – unable to be the reason why he was held up but also confused as to just what he could do to get you closer to the station that was at least a mile away from here.

“Perfect! I know where that is!” he laughs for just a moment, and before you could even ask if this was going to be some escorted thing – because you definitely did not need it – his arms were fastly secured around you, and suddenly you were weightless.

A cold wind rushed against your face, nipping at your nose, cheeks, and ears, sending your hair flying around – into your mouth! Oh, you were screaming! You were soaring through the skyline, being held by some hero you couldn’t name, and you were screeching at the top of your lungs.

Making the mistake of looking down, your arms were suddenly around his shoulders, your voice growing even sharper and louder as you squeezed against his body and refused to let go. His hands, despite the gloves, were warm on your back, and his soft chuckle warming you from nose to toes as he secured his grip on you.

“I got you,” he spoke, “I won’t let you go, I promise.”

Those words don’t exactly ease you, but there’s a comfort to the genuinity to his words. You nod nonetheless, your face buried deep into his neck. The cold wind continues to whip around you, the only thing sounding in your ears is the cruel whipping wind and quiet city below.

“I’m landing now,” he informed you, body shifting in the wind, and reflexively, you clung even tighter to him, expecting the similar stomach dropping motion of a roller coaster going straight down. “You’re – ack – c-choking me!”

The knowledge of that, hearing the strain and entirely unhidden sound of him choking against the current chokehold you had on him, you released him entirely with a shriek of your own. Was it a smart move? No, definitely not because you were how many hundreds – if not thousands – of feet in the air with a quirk that could not, and would not save you.

“It’s okay! I’m fine!” he quickly said, his arms shifting around your waist as you felt your body weight drop just the smallest bit. To which your focus landed to the concrete floor so far down, and you began screaming again. He panicked just a bit too. “Y-You’re okay too! We’re landing! We’re landing!”

Soon, but not soon enough, the concrete floor came underneath your feet, and you practically felt your knees buckle underneath you. The train station behind you was practically invisible, and you felt the floor come in contact with your knees, and you collapsed onto your hands and knees. You could feel the tears streaming down your face as you wheezed and panted, unable to move from your position. 

“Hey, look, we made it!” he laughed gently, probably being said in hopes that you would feel better. (It did make you feel slightly better, his laugh was light and pretty to listen to.) You could feel him approaching you, iron covered red shoes appearing before your vision. Looking up, you saw that the young hero was crouching, his face holding a wobbly smile that was earnest, worried, and full of unspoken hope. “I do need to get back, but before I do, are you good enough to be left alone?”

You blinked your soaked eyelashes at him, still largely unable to say anything at the cute hero in front of you who had a few scratches on his cheek, right below his freckles.

“Y-Yeah, um,” you say, your tongue cotten and lead in your dry mouth. “I-I’ll be fine, I think.”

The green eyed hero nods, offering you a hand and assisting you to your trembling legs, “That’s good to hear!” he chirped, his wobbly smile becoming a grand, bright grin. “You were really brave! I was impressed!”

Now, you were an idiot at times, but even you could spot a stupid lie. Still, hearing it said with such honesty, as if this hero who was no taller than five foot eight truly believed it, made something bubble in your chest, and soon you found yourself laughing.

“No need to lie to me, h-hero,” you manage to speak between stammering breaths, “thank you for saving me, though. I appreciate it.”

You grin crookedly at him, and to your utter delight, he reciprocates it.

“It’s the least I can do. I’d offer to take you home but… I’m not quite finished yet,” he says, and you can only nod, the conversation obviously reaching its last strides. You watch as he floats up, his eyes looking at you, but somehow focused how many miles away from where he had brought you from. “Stay safe?”

“I’ll try my best,” you agree to his question, hands clasping before your lap. “Finish the job quick, hero?”

He grins, “I’ll try my best.”

You feel a breathless sort of laugh escape you as you watch him beginning to shoot back up, but a sort of horror shoots through you as you rush forward, running right after him, hands cupping around your mouth as you scream:

“What’s your name?!”

The blur of green in the air freezes, and you stop running as you see green eyes and freckles focusing back onto you.

“Deku! My hero name is Deku!”

You stop at the curb of the street, eyes focused on the sky as the green eyed hero named Deku grins one last time before shooting off at a speed probably much faster than when he held onto you. The wind blows around you, and you can only feel the heat sitting on your cheeks and the way you’re smiling as you stare after his figure that's long, long gone.

“Deku...” you whisper to yourself, ignorant to the world of commuters beginning to appear at the station. “Thank you.”

And thus came the very apparent and obvious day in which you fell head over heels for Pro Hero Deku.

Now some people called you a stupid fangirl, obsessive stalker, and sometimes, yeah, you were obsessive and weird about your slight infatuation with a stranger. It was strange, you knew that! But you also knew that you had practically no chances of ever being able to woe the man behind the image of Deku because Midoriya Izuku practically existed as Deku 24/7.

After you graduated from high school, you were put into the same agency that was currently holding Deku. Without tooting your own rom-com obsessed horn too much, you fully expected to walk in and be handed Deku’s file as his PR manager and be able to thank him for not only saving you all that time ago, but also eventually sweep him off his feet. 

But your reputation preceded you well, probably too well, because the first day you entered the office and was handed your list of three clients to work with, neither one was for Deku. Being a PR manager for heroes was hard, a job that practically held no set hours because, unlike your typical celebrities, heroes had no type of privacy or protection. They were constantly under the spotlight, being viewed by adoring fans and scornful critics. Your job served as the first line of defense for heroes against the public, and there were some heroes that were quite hilariously easy to work for because they were genuinely good.

The older PR managers typically held the quieter, easy tempered, or less combat heavy heroes. These heroes typically never had a bad thing said about them, their job was a glorified PA job but even less because there was no expected demands from the heroes they had to take in. Unless, of course, a hero wanted to do some sort of public event they hadn’t considered. 

But there were the louder, quick to temper, or the heavy combat heroes that while made you an insane amount of money, also brought you a near 120 hour work week because there was so much to do, so much to consider, so much to keep your eyes on. There was the constant slander, the people who hated the louder, quick to temper heroes because they didn’t like their attitude, completely disregarding that they had been unsafe and a liability the entire time the hero was dealing with them. The talk shows that took months to convince to allow for an interview because they heard false rumors, and so you have to practically wrestle a boa constrictor to get a measly five minute interview done. And then the combat-heavy heroes… no one would ever shut up about building damages and how this hero broke his nose while he was stealing a store! 

Not to mention having to have every single piece of social media on your phone, set to notify you whenever your clients names were brought up so that you could look at it. You’ve seen more than enough lewd drawings of your clients to last you a lifetime, enough fanfiction, and fan edits that left you with blazing cheeks and the need to never look at your client ever again. But mostly you checked each and every update because you were their first and only line of legal defense on these sorts of things.

You’ve taken down leaked nudes, fake news, and qualmed rumors and speculations.

It was hard.

So when you were shown to your desk on your first day and three files were handed to you, you were shocked to see the hero names you would be working with.

Dynamight

Phantom Thief

Shouto

Somehow, without having yet to speak with a single one of your now current clients, you knew that you were going to have your work cut out for you.

“Good luck newbie!” the woman who gave you the initial tour chirped, clapping you on the back. “You got this!”

Good lord.

Without much to do other than reading through the three’s files, you realized that you already knew a bunch about two of three of your clients. DynaMight and Shouto were two heroes that you knew teamed up with and hung out with Deku a lot, both on-field and off-field if any of the out of costume pictures said anything. Because of their connection with Deku, you had at one point learned a bit about them.

You knew that Shouto was a crowd favorite. He was tall and sweet and a complete airhead at the best moments despite him being smart. Controversy still surrounded his character, despite all the good he did, because of the past history that was brought out about his father Endeavor and his brother Dabi. The country couldn’t figure out where they stood in terms of that reveal. Endeavor did a lot before the reveal, and continued to rise up to everything in his path despite the skeletons in his closet being thrown out for the world to see. They neither forgave him, nor hated him, they only watched and waited. Then Dabi, of course, was seen as a could-have-been version of Shouto, and many tried to ask if he was really a hero and not actually siding with the League. After all, why on Earth would he be defensive of his father too?

The public had an unmoving image of Shouto based on anything but who he was as an individual, and you decided immediately that it would be your job to fix that. He was also, after all, a dear friend of Deku, so you’d do anything.

Phantom Thief was your easiest of the three clients. A relatively well mannered man who was kind and a bit weird in a fun way. He had a great sense of self and was a reliable person on the field. He made a great hero, but you could see the way his spirit blazed with an unspoken rivalry between him and the other two of your clients. Well, it seemed like he was the best until his former self appointed rivals came into the picture, but that was hardly ever, and according to Shouto, he was way worse back in their first year. 

The greatest scandal he’s had so far in your three years of working at their agency was the one time he was lied to about a quirk and accidentally copied a woman's quirk that gave her the ability to change her cup size. Safe to say that Phantom Thief accidentally broke a few buttons on his shirt and was unable to stop civilians from snapping pictures. 

But of course, the one that had you practically crying yourself to sleep nightly for more than one reason was Dynamight.

You’d known about him the moment you looked up Deku on your phone.

They were practically a hero duo in everything but name. They were always seen doing the same things together, whether that be on patrol together or maybe getting dinner, most of their top recorded fights were done with each other by their sides. You had also learned that they were childhood friends, and you practically vibrated at the thought that even though Deku was not your client, the chances of meeting him were still astronomically high.

There was no way you wouldn’t not meet Deku!

But you were wrong, so very, very wrong.

Turns out the hero duo in everything but name meant that Dynamight refused to let Deku be anywhere near him in the agency – the very small amount of time they spent in here. The few times they were in the same room, Dynamight absolutely refused to be interrupted because that was their paperwork hour. You had only ever been blessed with seeing green curls turning the corner as Dynamight gripped your forearm, refusing to let you follow.

“Like hell I’ll let you distract the shitnerd,” he stated simply, his red eyes narrowed as he stared down his nose at you. You opened your mouth, ready to defend your not so innocent intentions. “I’m not stupid, so don’t pretend like you won’t try anything.”

Your jaw snapped shut.

Safe to say that you couldn’t do anything about Deku so long as Dynamight was around.

But Dynamight as a client was exhausting to put it kindly.

There were so many opinions and thoughts and issues and praises coming from everywhere. Hell, even the fucking Americans and westerners had caught wind of the Wonder Duo at one point and while you were well knowledgable on their opinions on Deku, the ones on Dynamight were the ones that you had to focus on now.

People still called him a villain, so many unhappy with the fact that he still screamed and cursed and threatened. There were many conspiracy theories that he was working with the long dead League of Villains. They turned their nose up at the fact that he was childhood friends with Deku, claiming that no way an asshole like him could have ever been friends with him. And of course the bullying revelation that had come out shortly after your debut. 

That had been a trip, one that had you even shocked as Dynamight approached the table in front of the media, his body calm and composed. You had watched as he simply said he owed nothing to the media, that he had already done all that he could to deserve his atonement and deserve Deku’s forgiveness. He had spoken clearly, concisely that it wasn’t any of their damn business as to what he did, and if he apologized to them, the unaffected, the ones that had nothing to do with his early years of bullying Deku, of his previous weakness and insecurity, it would be a waste of his breath. 

It isn’t to them he should ever be apologizing to anyways.

You had watched as he stood up, face calm, and hands shoved into his pockets as he stood and walked away despite the screaming reporters. You had wanted to stay longer, have your own hand in damage control, but a swoop of green came in and Deku was at the microphone eyebrows furrowed as he pointed a finger at them all and said that his past with Kacchan was between him and Kacchan only, and his decision to forgive Kacchan were his and only his.

You didn’t hear the rest, didn’t even get the option to hear the way the hero you loved defended the hero you worked for – his childhood friend.

No.

Dynamight had grabbed your elbow and dragged you out of the room with him, the metal doors clanging closed the moment fierce green eyes met yours.

You watched in the company car as Dynamight looked outside the window, one elbow on the doorframe holding his chin; his gaze focused sharply on nothing but the passing sidewalk. Had it not been for the way the hand on top of his lap trembled, you would have thought he was perfectly okay.

Neither one of you talked about that again.

But just because you didn’t talk about it again, didn’t mean the world was the same. People claimed he brainwashed Deku, others demanded that Deku beat the shit out of Dynamight. You knew that Dynamight would want nothing to do with this, but you would stay in the office (an almost useless, empty office as most PR managers did their business at home) for hours long after you were supposed to be gone, practically arguing with someone who only existed behind a screen and didn’t even care that much – but you couldn’t stop.

Seeing Dynamight’s shaking hand had really done a number on you.

“The hell are you still doing here, eyelashes,” Dynamite asked from the dark entrance of the floor. “Go home already, don’t waste your time.”

You had startled at the initial intrusion, but you immediately relaxed seeing the smudged paint around red eyes and blond hair. You barely kept your gaze on him before turning back to your computer and continuing your argument.

“I’m not wasting my time, I’m doing my job,” you remark, eyes squinting at your keyboard because your vision is definitely blurry. “I’ll be heading out soon anyways.”

“God you’re fucking annoying and stubborn!” Dynamight barked, the heel of his hand slamming into his forehead. “This is exactly why I won’t introduce you to the fucking nerd!” 

“What?!” you shriek, suddenly looking at your client as if he had personally attacked you – and in a way he did. “What do you mean you won’t introduce me to Deku because of that?! I’ve already met Red Riot, Chargebolt, Cellophane, and Pinky through you!”

“Yeah, because they’re not stubborn idiots too!” Dynamight accuses, jamming a gloved finger at you as he begins stomping your way. You startle, your chair shooting backward as the explosion hero makes his way towards you at alarming speed.

“What are you—?!” you shriek, hands flailing about as he grabs you by the collar of your distressed shirt.

Dynamight lifts you up to your feet as if you were a sack of flour and you grasp onto his forearm.

“I might tell you that you’re the most annoying and stubborn bitch in the world, but you’re not worse than fucking Deku,” Dynamight sneers, his red eyes narrowed and stern. “I’m not going to let you meet him until you learn how to give or you’ll hurt him, and I’m not going to be part of any reason as to why he gets hurt again.”

Your jaw dropped, clearly offended, but you closed it just as fast; the weight of his words made you a bit sad, even for just a bit.

“You’re kinda cute when you care for Deku, you sure I’m his biggest fan?” you tease, grinning at the hero to which he rolls his eyes.

“Shut the hell up and go home already; it’s annoying seeing you fight a losing battle that’s none of your damn business,” Dynamight simply said, putting you back onto your feet and blocking out your desk. 

“I’ll go home on the condition that for my birthday you at least consider introducing us!” you say, unwilling to move from your spot. “I’ve been working for you for three years! You’ve kept me away for three years!”

Dynamight’s stare didn’t even shift the slightest millimeter, his red eyes unamused as you groaned in grief and annoyance.

“I’m stubborn? Have you met yourself?!” you grumble snatching your jacket and purse from the hook on your cubicle and shoving them on. “My names God of Explosion Murder: Dynamight and I am Stubborn™ but will never admit it.”

You continued mocking your long time client and most definitely friend if you dared to say so, and dragged the heel of your foot all the way to the elevator to which you were joined by Dynamight. The trip down the elevator is silent, and you keep your gaze locked on the closed doors, unwilling to even look at the hero next to you.

Soon enough, the elevator reached the ground floor, and you got ready to walk out.

“I’ll consider it,” Dynamight said as the elevator doors opened. “Also, fucking stop calling me Dynamight, Bakugou’s fine.”

He walked off the elevator with his hands shoved into the pockets of his pants.

“Thank you, Bakugou!” you shriek, your lungs failing you at the thought of finally being introduced to Deku! You hadn’t moved from your spot from the elevator, your chest hammering with the thought of getting to meet Deku.

“Don’t get your hopes up, you’re still irritatingly stubborn,” Bakugou merely calls over his shoulder before lifting his hand in a halfhearted wave before stepping out of the glass door.

That brought you back to reality just a bit and you scowled, knowing you would have to go beyond and above to prove that. 

But you see, there were many reasons to cry about having Bakugou as your client. Besides the stinkhole of his previous bullying, people just were not understanding his typically prickly exterior. You had to go head to head with reputation tarnished, had to slap fangirls away who demanded that Bakugou degrade them where they stood. It was hard to not be stubborn as not only his PR manager but his friend, and in less than a month, still plenty of time before your birthday, you had already grown irritated of the meeting-Deku-card he waved over your head.

“Mei, if I have to go any longer than this, I will die and hope I am reborn as Deku’s new guardian angel,” you pouted, chin pressed against a cold metal tabletop. Your hands being used as glove models for one of your best friends Hatsume Mei. “It’s first of all impossible getting anywhere near him with his guard dog Bakugou literally stopping me whenever I’m within a ten foot radius! And then I’m not even sure what will happen when we do meet again! Would I even be able to talk to him?!”

“Why wouldn’t you? You talk to all my babies with me! There’s practically nothing you can’t do,” Mei laughs, smacking you against your back before returning her intense gaze back to the gloves. “Deku’s uh… I actually can’t remember him but I’m sure he’s a great conversationalist! I think he helped me with the Sports Festival my first year.”

 “That was Iida,” you laugh, wiggling your fingers as Mei demanded. “You’re so bad with names and faces, I’m impressed you know mine.”

“You saved my baby, of course I remember you,” Mei turned her grin towards you, “but come on, why can’t you get with him besides this Bakugou guy?”

“Well, he’s just like Bakugou! He’s practically married to his job! Their schedules basically match together perfectly! There’s literally only three hours a day while they’re on the job that they’re not together! And that’s when they patrol their own parts of town because there’s hardly any activity they don’t need to be attached by the neck.” You explain and rant, your cheeks puffing as you stand up and allow Mei to run further tests on the glove. 

“Sounds like you gotta become a villain to woo this hero guy, huh,” Mei spoke, eyes focused on the glove as you pointed a finger at the far wall and watched as a beam exploded from the fingertip and pierced through the steel wall like butter. “Too bad you’re a goody two-shoes or else I could make you some serious villain gear and make you a fearsome villain to then prove that Hatusme Mei’s babies and creations are untouchable and the best in the world! Muah-ha-ha-ha!”

You know her words are more joking than serious, but that doesn’t stop your eyes from widening. Your body shifts over to where she was standing and you screech pointing at her and just narrowly missing setting off the laser again. 

“THAT'S IT!”

“What’s it?” she asked, completely confused.

“You have to make me a villain!” you exclaim, rushing over to Mei, who is eagerly waiting for her babies returnal especially since it ran perfectly. “You have to make me near-invisible gear that can keep me going toe to toe with Deku until I can seduce him!”

“You want to turn evil?” Mei questions, finger pressing quizzically to her chin. “That doesn’t seem right.”

“I am definitely not villainous to pull that off, but like I pretend to be a villain so that he talks to me and we can like get to know each other!” you exclaim, you’re unable to keep from hopping up and down on your feet, your grin unfathomably bright. “It's practically a romcom in the making!”

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea,” Mei laughs, altering the band of fabric around your waist. “You do know heroes and villains hardly speak? It’s more like… ‘I’m more powerful,’ ‘No me!,’ ‘No, ME!’”

“Um, I’m pretty sure that’s not true, but whatever! I’ll figure out a way!” you continue on unaffected because this plan was genius! Especially if you had Mei in your corner?! Her recent development of not using such… steampunk designs made her creations elusive and dangerous to own. Hence why she was an extremely sought out manufacturer, by villains and heroes alike. “And if I can go toe to toe with Deku of all people, you’ll know that you and your babies are the undeniable best!”

“Hm, that is promising,” Mei agrees with a nod as she forces you around. “Is this Deku guy all that good?”

“He’s the one you made the iron soles for!” you chirp and watch as the recognition and challenge spark immediately in Mei’s yellow eyes.

“Oh,” Mei chuckles, turning away from you and looking at her pile of made babies. “This would be good.”

“So we have an agreement?” you grin excitedly. 

“Give me a month, and we’ll have your debut!”

Fuck Bakugou for thinking you weren’t good enough!

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You hadn’t expected the initial phases of villainy to be quite as hard as it was, if you were being honest. The late nights at Mei’s personal lab made sure to keep your plans a solid secret, but you had to prepare for the wild range of what Deku’s quirk entailed.

There was smoke, something you were already used to working in because of Bakugou and his quirk. You’ve navigated quite a bit in his smog, and as long as you knew where you were, you would be fine. 

There was also that danger sense, which allowed him to know when things were coming – something that shouldn’t be too big an issue considering you weren’t actually attempting to extract danger onto him. 

Blackwhip was a big issue. How far or how much could you do if he even grabbed a hold of you. With sleuthing and the help of Mei having files on everyone's quirks, you were able to find information that blackwhip was a creation made of energy. Meaning that Mei was now making some type of destructing material to lessen the energy of the quirk, allowing for you to escape should he attempt to capture you this way.

Float was stopped by having most of your fights occur within a confined area, which was needed for you anyways! You didn’t need to be caught by anyone else but him! You didn’t actually need to land in jail – you would prefer to not be handled by anyone but Deku, actually.

Then of course the stupid superstrength and superspeed, both of which you knew you could handle with your quirk. You’ve been head to head with people with quirks similar to that before, and you knew your quirk was tricky enough that you’d manage to slip right past his fingers just fine. After all, you knew full and well that the Deku who took down S class villains was worlds quicker than F class villains – aka you.

You would be fine.

But today was day one, first of how many days it would take to get Pro Hero Deku, aka Midoriya Izuku to fall in love with you. 

You were dressed in a black and purple bodysuit that was definitely not inspired by Shego from Kim Possible’s costume. Your hair was dyed purple by a special spray Mei created that would be washed out by the end of the day, but wouldn’t ever give away that it was fake. You wore a mask over your eyes, and grinned seeing that you couldn’t see a fleck of color on your irises. 

Perfect.

And with far too much confidence, nauseating excitement, and unjustified attitude, you marched down towards your first spot, ready and adopting the identity of who you were about to become.

Mirage.

It was time to act. Deku and Dynamight were on different patrol routes right now, and you sent your threat, readying for the moment for the man in green to come in with the desire to stop you. With the very real threat of stealing every puppy within the tristate area being broadcasted within the area unless and hero bests you, you waited for your savior to come and stop you.

“I am here to stop your villainous acts, you villain!” a voice shattered the silence just as it shattered your heart. You looked over your shoulder to see some hero you couldn’t name standing at the other stairwell entrance with his fists clenched and ready to fight. 

You groaned, shoulders crumbling with your well hidden disappointment.

“I wasn’t looking for you!” you exclaimed, pointing an accusatory finger at the flabbergasted hero who was just trying to figure out what was happening. “Where’s Deku?!”

“He’s – he’s not here yet,” he stammers, eyes wide. “It’s not his day anymore to patrol this area?”

“Aw fuck!” you complain, pouting at the realization that you had messed up. “Okay, I’ll be back later, please don’t come back. Bye!”

With a small wave, you easily stepped through the door to the stairwell next to you and left, your threat empty and the hero victorious despite not actually stopping you. And unfortunately, although you had wished and prayed even, this was not the last time a screw up like this would happen.

At the threat of destroying all the cats in the area, you had another hero show up, not Deku, and you groaned and left before they could even finish their call of stopping you.

You then threatened to poison the watering system, to which you found out that Deku was held up at another major villain threat in a different city. You groaned and stomped off after that. 

Then there was the time you swore you would increase the overall temperature of the city per one degree celsius should your demands not be made. Shouto answered that one and you immediately walked away the moment you saw the familiar head of red and white coming your way.

Time and time again you kept being caught by heroes you could not care about, being confronted by no names and nobodies. It was tiring, and Mei was beginning to sigh just the smallest bit whenever you showed up to try yet again.

But you weren’t a quitter!

You would win!

This was your last attempt at getting Deku to notice you.

After threatening to wrap all the citizens in the area with a giant froot by the foot, you were almost sad to say that the heroes ignored your cry for chaos and no one had come to check on you.

You sat outside the building you used as your trap for Deku, pouting into a hot dog that the neighborhood's grandma gave you because you looked like you needed something to eat. It’s a good thing you weren’t actually a villain or else they’d be fucked, you bitterly thought as you took another bite of your food. 

It had been a month of empty, no Deku appearances, and you were going to bite the bullet and pretend to be not stubborn just so stupid Bakugou of all people could introduce you.

You kicked your feet as you sat on the staircase, humming as you watched the empty streets bend with the wind. It was quiet, beautiful, peaceful.

“YOU!” a voice shrieked to your left, and you watched a pudgy, red nosed man racing over towards you, a flash drive clenched in his hands. “TAKE THIS! RUN! DON’T LET THE HEROES TAKE IT!”

You gawked at him, feeling the small plastic device being shoved into your hands as the man collapsed at your feet. You squeaked when you heard a voice yelling stop and you bounced to your feet, turned into the building and raced in.

Your breathing was erratic, heart in your throat as you raced up the stairwell, unable to begin to imagine what the hell the information on the flash drive held. You were practically hyperventilating as you reached the floor you had come to know extremely well, and you stood near the window with shaky hands and legs.

What did you take?!

“I’m going to need that back, I’m afraid,” a low smooth voice said from behind you, and you froze immediately. Old anxiety overcome by a new anxiety, one that made your stomach flip and blood burn. 

Turning around, you felt awestruck to see the one man you’ve been waiting for… for fucking years now, really, to appear before you, finally be there. In the flesh, completely, entirely. Your jaw dropped, your gaze looking down from your clenched hand that held the USB to the way that Deku looked at you with warm eyes that were underlined with steel that made you want to drop to your knees, confess everything, and beg to be his. God, he was so fucking tall. He had only been about five foot eight the last time you had actually talked, and now he was at least a foot taller. His teenager haircut was long gone, now replaced with his curls trimmed at the nape of his neck before filling out on top – not quite an undercut. He had more freckles now, surely. His skin just a bit tanner, a scar trailing from his cheek to his jaw. You knew there were more scars, just as you knew that there were dimples when he smiled.

You wanted to have him between your legs while you begged for mercy, holy shit.

Tucking the USB into your pocket, you tilted your head as you will yourself to relax.

“I went through all the trouble of getting it... I think if I’m going to hand it over quickly, I deserve to know what’s on it, no?” you tease, your confidence coming out of nowhere while a smile spreads ever so largely over your features. Deku’s eyes widened just a bit, shock overcoming his green eyes.

“I’m sorry, but that’s confidential,” Deku stresses, taking a step forward toward you. You click your tongue, taking a step backward while grinning.

“I don’t think that’s what I asked for,” you giggle as you watch Deku’s face go through an array of emotions before settling onto one – curiosity.

“What do you want?” he asked, apparently entirely ready to discuss any and all terms and conditions with you.

“Honestly?” you reply, tapping a gloved finger to your chin as you ‘think.’ Deku, however, nods. His stance relaxing, becoming one of preparedness but not the takedown he had previously entered with.

“A date with you.”

You watch as Deku’s eyes slam wide open, his jaw dropping immediately and he stammered. Oh, how your heart soared and how you felt giddy and wonderful as he seemed to slip and slide on his own tongue!

“A-A date?!” he ends up almost shrieking, his head shaking left and right. “T-That’s a total lie! You can’t possibly – well, no! Please tell me the truth!”

But you were giddy, practically drunk off the fact that you were making the most powerful hero in the world blush like a little schoolboy. You suddenly were on the offensive, stepping towards your hero who was much larger than you with power and drive behind each step. And it must have been the way you stared him down, the way you walked towards him at blank range with such brimming confidence that Deku takes a step back. But it’s something that makes you want to laugh as the heel of his foot gets caught on a raised tile, and you watch the mountain of a man tumble to the floor.

You’re on top of him immediately, hands pressed to his shoulders, knee settling near his crotch with most of your weight so he got the idea to not do anything funny. The USB sits between your fingers, and you lean over his flushed face that looks up at you with wide eyes.

“Actually, I changed my mind, I know what I want,” you say instead, nose ghosting over his. “Everytime I decide to do something… naughty… I want you to be the hero on the case to stop me. You and just you.”

You lean in closer, so close that you could see the specks of gold in his green, green eyes.

Deku hasn’t spoken, and you’re pretty sure his chest isn’t moving as you press your breasts against his.

“Understood, De-ku?”

Your teeth tug at his bottom lip and let go as he nods.

“Good, good,” you grin, sitting up on his chest and taking the USB in your fingers and slipping it into his utility belt. “Take good care of that for me, I’ll see you next time, hero…”

You had only managed to flash a quick wave before disappearing through your usual door, hoping and praying to god that whatever the hell possessed you would continue until you reached Mei’s. It wouldn’t hit you until much, much later than you had stunned Pro Hero Deku speechless within the first meeting.

Hell, you thought giddily as you answered Bakugou’s call about how he probably just got into a bit of a messy situation, maybe you do have the potential to woo him like this. 

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Thus truly began your descent as the villain Mirage.

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It was quickly accepted and discovered that the moment you stepped into that costume and colored hair that you were the prey for Deku and Deku only. Most of your interactions with Deku occurred within buildings, and you used Mei’s gear to gain the final laugh each and every time to allow for you to escape. There were times, however, where you could be seen racing through the sky. Jumping from rooftop to rooftop as Deku followed after you, leaping, tumbling, and even catching you at times. 

You flirted with him heavily, allowing yourself to be caught so that you could bat your pretty lashes and press your chest against his. It didn’t matter how professional he was, how good at his job he was, Deku was a pervert – so obviously a pervert it made slipping away almost too easy.

But because you had the world-renowned, world known Pro Hero Deku as the only hero on your case, soon the small block who had to play victims to your horrendous crimes became only a small percentage of people who were watching your crimes. These near daily crimes (or inconveniences/botherings as the people on the internet say to defend you and your actions) are becoming both a worldwide sensation, and so, it took nothing for you to continue having Deku at your feet and the world chipped in. So you agreed to do interviews, forcing uneager reporters to do segments on you so that the hype behind you and Deku’s relationship grew.

You didn’t want him to leave you, not until you got what you wanted, and unless you were an idiot, you were nearly positive you were almost there.

Why would you say that?

Well, a few reasons.

The first came about a week after you had first met Deku again.

You had joyously gathered the means to create a machine to shave down an eighth of an inch of everyone's shoes in the entire country of Japan without their knowledge. You had ever so evilly explained that the point of this was to ensure that for a full day, everyone would feel off and unbalanced but would not know why.

You had said this, grinning widely as you turned around to see Deku standing there attempting to fight off a very amused smile. 

“I don’t think that would be all too evil, Mirage,” he called out to you, arms folding across his chest as he watched you set up the machine to do exactly what you said you would do.

“Mm, that’s what you say now, but just wait until you’re one of the losers stumbling around,” you say back, grinning as you turn around for just a second, wagging the knife at Deku from the distance. 

“Well, regardless, you know I can’t let you do that,” Deku laughs just slightly, and you grin, standing up.

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yes, so I’m going to have to ask you to stop right there.”

You giggle.

“Make me.”

You’re not sure what happens, but there’s dodging and weaving, spinning and sliding. You’re practically wheezing from how hard you’re laughing as Deku can not manage to land a finger on you with the help of Mei’s items and your quirk. It all comes to an end when instead of dodging, you throw yourself right at him, and Deku has not anticipated that. 

His eyes are wide open and you fiercely grin as he falls back onto the floor, unbalanced and only slightly frantic. You have the knife pointed at his neck, the dull blade sitting gently on his skin.

“So, Deku,” you taunt teasingly, your teeth burying into your bottom lip for just a moment at the sight of the dark flash in his green, beautiful eyes. “Tell me one thing, or I’ll continue on with my vile plans.”

“O-Okay?”

“Are you single?”

The second attempt came a few many weeks later. 

You had gathered about 75 tons of glitter bombs and were in the current process of making them one. You had plans of setting it off over Tokyo so that for practically the rest of eternity, the entire city would have glitter everywhere. The only thing is that you did have to glue the glitter bombs together because, well, no one made super giant ones.

“This is so annoying, there’s glitter everywhere, and I’m only ten glitter bombs in!” you complain to the ‘empty’ room but knowing full and well that Deku had appeared through the broken window at least five minutes ago.

“If it’s annoying to you, then shouldn’t you stop?” Deku replied and you grinned. 

He really couldn’t stay quiet, huh?

“Well, if it’s annoying to me, then that means every one of my victims will also find it annoying. Win-win situation.” you say, turning around towards him and winking. Facing back towards the glitter bombs you scowl, “stupid fucking glue gets everywhere, too!”

“Regardless, you know I can’t let you do that,” Deku said as leveled as he could although you swore you heard a laugh in his voice.

“Just try and stop me,” you reply back stone cold.

You stand up and watch as Deku stands up from the windowsill and sighs just a bit too heavily.

“Guess I have to,” he says and shoots out before you’re well prepared.

Typically, and probably in any other situation, this would have been the end. Pro Hero Deku had come at you with the speed and power as he took out any other Class F criminals, but unfortunately for him, and definitely fortunately for you that glue was EVERYWHERE.

Deku’s hand was stuck onto your arm, and your chest was glued to his stomach, and you swear you never quite got the strawberry Deku references until right now.

The perverted hero burned scarlet, his face practically simmering with heat as your body became undeniably stuck to his. You had to fight off the vindictive smirk, the practically snarling grin as you could feel something hot and heavy twitch at your hip.

“Fuck,” Deku wheezed.

“Fuck, yeah,” you grinned.

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“WHAT?!”

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Deku could not look you in the eyes for about 10 more interactions following that, but you counted that as a win. But undoubtedly, your starred and favorite memory of it all was something that occurred just last week of the current present events.

You had stood on top of a building, threatening the entire government of stealing (i.e., cutting off) the aglet of their shoes and sweaters and then removing all the laces so that it would result in their wasted time and entire humiliation!

“I don’t think most people even know what aglets are, to be honest,” Deku said from behind you. You turned around to see that he was standing there with an unsuppressed grin. “It’s not a good enough threat.”

You go unfazed by his judgement, choosing to instead bat your eyelashes and push your hair behind your ear.

“Not a good enough threat, and yet, you’re still here?” you tease, enjoying the way pink flushes to his cheeks.

“Where else would I be?” he says, and you have to ignore the way your stomach fills with butterflies. 

“You’re not cute when you flirt back,” you deadpan, biting your tongue harshly when he says ‘hey!’ “Enough chit chat, let me kick your ass now and then do what I need to do.”

Unlike probably what is 95% of the time, you made the first move today. 

You were on the offensive, jabbing and weaving, sweeping and punching. Deku’s green eyes were nearly black as he watched you, analyzing and taking in your movements, countering them all without so much of an issue.

“I still don’t get your quirk,” Deku grunted as his hand swiped at the empty air. “Why won’t you tell me?”

“So then you can turn me in to the government who are still salty about their aglets? I don’t think so!” you say with a laugh, rolling out of the way as Deku lunges forward. “Try again, baby, I have full faith that you’ll get it.”

Deku puffed out a chuckle and lunged again, his huge gloved hand swiping at you, with nearly accuracy despite your quirk being on. But… he wasn’t exactly perfect.

RIIIIIIIIIP!

Cold air hit your breast and your jaw dropped as your very exposed breast appeared before you and Deku. Pro Hero Deku had torn the breast of your costume, the costume that you purposefully did not wear a bra for because you had wanted this exact scenario to play out.

“DEKU!” you screech, pretending to be modest and covering your tit as Deku finally yanked himself out of staring at your breast and whipped around. 

“Oh my god, I am so sorry! I didn’t think that was going to happen! I didn’t even mean to look at your boob! It just sort of all happened too fast and it was very shocking! N-Not that you have an ugly boob or anything because actually I think you have a very great boob! But oh my god, I need to shut up please ignore me!” Deku spoke so fast in a matter of five seconds, and you couldn’t even tell him to come back as he sprinted away.

His ears burned red and you swore even as he was gone, you could still see the red of his ears illuminating the sky.

You laugh.

“What a perv.”

And so, we are back to the beginning.

Back to how you forced a local news channel to read your demands so that you could hopefully take your final bow as Mirage forever.

With the threat of having a machine that would make dogs bark at a frequency for hours on end until humans eardrums broke then bleed. You made your way to your typical building and hummed as you waited. 

The world outside was the same as always.

There were a few people out, a few cars driving through the street, and a few birds chirping here and there.

It was peaceful.

“Don’t you think the new reporter thing was a bit dramatic?” Deku chuckled from behind you.

You were used to him approaching like that, used to him trying to portray being elusive and cool. In your opinion, it just made him dorky.

“No such thing as being dramatic when I’m trying to go head to head with the greatest hero ever,” you respond back effortlessly. You spin on your heel and look back at Deku, who is leaning against a doorframe that he most definitely is slouching on so that the top of his head doesn’t hit the frame. “Hi, Deku.”

“Hi, y/l/n,” he says with a soft smile, one that's slightly victorious, one that makes your stomach knot in a pleasant way.

“Ah, you discovered my secret identity,” you observe, grinning as you begin approaching Deku. “Should I be scared?”

“Probably not, I don’t think I could do anything to you,” Deku sighs, pushing off the door frame and walking towards you too. “You’re pretty amazing, y/l/n.”

“Let’s prove that then,” you grin while zipping forward.

As if the both of you knew that this was the end of the line, the final confrontation, the battle this time was different. It was showy, flirty, full of spins and side steps, playing a game of cat and mouse while dodging and weaving. You laughed as blackwhip dissolved around your costume, and you frowned as he began using more of his power to get from point A to point B much quicker.

You’re not quite sure how it happened, what exactly you did wrong, or maybe Deku just finally figured out the pattern you used for your quirk because suddenly you were being tackled from behind. You shrieked as the two of you went down, his body flushed on top of you, his chest pressing to your shoulders. 

The both of you were heaving, panting, completely out of breath from the five minutes you took playing around. He holds your wrists in one hand, pinned above your head, and the other one is on your waist. You were trapped beneath him, unable to move the absolute unit of a man above you, arms and hips weak to his weight. You shoved your hips up, attempting to shift some of his weight off you, but you froze as he choked on a breath by your ear.

Your ass was pressed against something hard, thick, and hot.

Oh.

Ohhh fuck.

It was happening.

Holy fucking shit.

Your breathing hitches as you thrusted your ass up again, confirming you were grinding on what was definitely Deku’s hardening cock. And once again, Deku makes the prettiest, most embarrassed gravelly grunt at the back of his throat and you feel like every strand of resistance and strength snaps.

The hand on your waist pulls you even closer against his crotch, and there's lips pressing against your neck, and you absolutely lose it. 

He kisses your neck sloppily, teeth nipping at your exposed flesh, and you grind against him, moaning and thrusting back as your body feels like it's on fire. He wanted you! He wanted you and your plan to woo him worked!

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” you keen breathlessly. “Wanted you so badly, Deku.”

“Fuck,” Deku curses, his hips thrusting back against your clothed ass with power you couldn’t fucking wait to feel. “I wanted you too. Wanted you so badly, but didn’t think – holy shit.”

His hand that pins your wrists lets go of you, and moves to grab your jaw. You nearly fucking melt as his full lips slam against yours, and you moan as his lips move against yours. There’s something indescribable about how he’s kissing you, the want, the need, the months of suppressed tension bursting through every move and curve of his mouth. It doesn’t matter to you that you’re pressed up against the concrete floor, you feel like you’ve been placed into another world, an area where you can never come back.

Your arm reaches behind you and buries into his soft curls, you tug at them as your ass circles against his thrusting hips. His tongue slips into your mouth, and you whine at the hot, wet muscle in your mouth, and it sends your head spinning. You can’t take it anymore, you need him, want him flushed against your front.

“Can I fuck you?” Deku asks swollen lips pulling away from yours, his mouth frantic and trailing kisses up your cheeks and down your jaw. “Please, I wanna fuck you so bad. Wanna fuck you on the floor and against the wall. Can I make you mine?”

You nod your head frantically, unable to come up with the words to say in order to tell him yes.  

Deku laughs breathlessly and flips you over so that it’s your back against the floor now. 

And just like you want him to, Deku comes down to reclaim your mouth. Hot, open mouthed kisses, teeth tugging at your lips and hands grabbing your waist. His hands are huge against you filling up the space between your hip and your waist without an issue. Your legs wrap around his waist, feeling entirely small underneath him, but entirely ready to be fucked by him.

His lips move expertly against yours, teeth nibbling at your lips, mouth then sucking on your tongue. You can’t keep the continuous moans from leaking out, can’t keep yourself from staying quiet as your eyes flutter open and see green eyes so dark they look black, staring down at you with the intensity of a predator. 

You were his prey, and you would present to him at the drop of a hat.

His body is hot, heat rolling off of his hero costume in waves, making you feel like you were near burning against him. And the heat between his thighs sits at the bottom of your ass, thrusting up and grinding against you so that you don’t forget even for a moment that you are making him this way. 

“I always knew you’d have such a pretty moan,” Deku mumbles as his fingers find the zipper to your costume and begin to tug it down. His lips trail down your neck, biting and nipping at the newly exposed flesh. “Knew you’d look so pretty under me, waiting to be fucked into submission.”

The words spark something within you, your eyes fluttering as your hips grind just a tad bit faster and you whine. 

“Aw, is that what you wanted this entire time, y/l/n?” Deku asks, his grin pressed against your collarbone. “Wanted to be stretched out and fucked until you can’t anymore?”

“I want it,” you gasp, your fingers burying deep into his curls. “I want you, I want it, I want your dick in me already!”

“Not into foreplay?” Deku chuckles just a bit, tongue then tracing up your neck. 

“Oh I am,” you snap, fingers finding the zipper of his own costume. “You can find out later how much I’m into it, but right now, I have been wanting you for years, and you will not make me wait any longer!”

Deku only nods frantically, and it's a mess of limbs, sloppy kisses, and clothes as the both of you strip to nothing. 

Deku’s in between your legs, one hand pressed to the back of your knee, the other gripping what you believe is his dick because it makes everything in the world freeze as you see it. It’s huge, so thick that his hand wraps around it in a nice grip, and it long, curling up to his abs, curved and veiny. 

“Holy shit,” you squeak, your cunt already clenching at the thought of taking that in. 

“Are you ready?” Deku asks, the hand on your leg moving away for a moment as he cards his fingers back through his hair. “I don’t have a condom, though.”

“That’s fine, I don't care,” you dismiss his words, eyes too focused on the flush cock in his hand. “I don’t think I’ll live after you kill me with that anyways.”

Deku laughs just a bit, his dimples flashing as he leans in and kisses you deeply. You tremble underneath him, feeling so small pressed up against him, and you mewl when you feel the head of his cock pressing between your folds.

“Put it in,” you gasp, leg lifting and wrapping around his waist, “put it in! I want you to fuck me until I can’t walk, do you understand?!”

Deku nods, and with a sense of frantic need, his hand guides his cock into you.

It feels like you’re splitting in half. The girth of his cock stretching your walls out to the max, and he’s only going in. You scream loudly, both in pain and pleasure because it hurts so good.

“Take it, baby, take me all in,” Deku pants, his hips pushing out small, tiny thrusts to ram his cock further and further into your twitching cunt. “That’s i-it, holy fuck, that’s it! You’re taking me all the way in. F-Fuck… you’re so amazing! So fucking perfect!”

Tears are pouring out of your eyes, and your nails are tearing into his back, you sob slightly overwhelmed with his cock and the absolute pleasure of finally getting what you want and it being so much better than you thought. Your cunt throbs almost violently as Deku’s cock finally hits your cervix and your eyes roll to the back of your head as he thrusts in further, lips attempting to claim yours. 

“Fuck me, Deku,” you beg, hips beginning to slam and fuck up onto his cock. “Please! I need you!”

“Such a desperate little villain though,” Deku sighs, teasingly, giving you one strong thrust for good measure. It goes a long way though, the power behind his thrust and thighs promising you a bruised ass, thighs, and cunt makes your mouth water for more. “I need you to promise to never do anything like that again and be a good little manager for Kacchan.”

“W-Wha–”

“Be good and stop being Mirage, or else you won’t be fucked.”

There was no hesitation.

“Okay.”

And just like that, Deku’s soft smile curves into a knowing, fierce smirk, and you can do nothing as his hands press to the back of your knees and he begins thrusting his hips into you. And it takes you completely out of control. 

It’s a messy, frantic dance, your body holding onto his, your lips pressing against his, desperate and needy for his, and he is basically trying to imprint his body onto yours, the concrete, and the walls. Your bodies are so foreign to each other, and yet, when he fucks into you just a bit hard, just a bit faster, you come undone, back arching and toes curling as you sob his name.

It’s overwhelming to know that he can read you this well and for you to have never fucked him before. It’s empowering to see that he likes every forced and involuntary squeeze and clench of your cunt. He loved when your nails dug into his skin, raking their existence against the plane of broad muscles and scars. 

Deku curses your name as you clench around him, his hands moving to your jaw so that he can lift your face to kiss him just so. He kisses you with a heated passion, a need that strips your entire being bare, and his hips slam so loudly against you, the slicked wetness is squelching and slapping with every grunt and moan.

In and out his cock goes, and you praise him and his cock.

You praise him for making you feel so good, for stretching out your pussy with that fat cock of his. You beg for more, and more, and more. You want every snap of his hips to send new colors to your vision, and every echoing squelch of your meeting, sloppy sexes only adds to the blabbering, unmanaged sentences from your lips. 

“Harder, faster, more!” you beg, practically wailing against his shoulders, needing him more and more. The concrete hurts against your back, but you don’t care. You don’t care if he breaks your back, it’s a fall you’ll take. “Don’t hold back! Don’t you dare hold back!”

“Fuck, you’re crazy,” Deku gasps, his sweaty brow burying into your cheek. “I won’t though, I won't. Be ready, I’m not sure if you can take it.”

Before you can snap back that you can in fact take it, Deku’s weight falls heavier onto you and the angle shifts just slightly, and your words are ripped right out of your throat for a pitched, window shattering screech. Deku fucks into you with a new power, some untapped strength as greenspark falls from his skin as he ruins you for anyone ever again.

Your voice begins to scream out, the feeling of his vicious, thick cock snapping into you, shoving your shoulders further and further into the concrete was sending your head spinning. Your body is convulsing as he fucks you with new vulgar need and strength. But before you could scream your praises, Deku’s fingers shove into your mouth, and his other hand wraps around your neck, silencing your words and noises as he fucks up into you again and again and again.

“So loud, angel,” Deku smirks, fingers stroking and pinching your tongue as saliva pours endlessly from your mouth. His voice isn’t strained however, doesn’t have any indication that he’s out of breath or ready to tap out and that nearly makes you go insane. “I can’t wait to see everything that makes you look like this… you’re so pretty when you’re getting fucked.”

Your head is spinning, the heated tightness in your core clenching and throbbing as his conquesting cock never once stops or lessens. It just grows and grows and grows. His cock twitches in you, and your eyes roll to the back of your head as he lets out a deep moan. 

“Such a good and wet cunt you are,” Deku gasps as you gag against his fingers that press roughly against the back of your tongue. Your vision feels hazy, but you feel like you’re on cloud nine as his hand on your throat opens and closes, demonstrating his power over you. “I’m so glad you went through all this hard work to get me to fuck you.”

You can’t speak, so you nod desperately, you were so happy you did this too. 

Your hips buck up into him with sheer stubborn drive to get him to toss his head back and moan, you wanted to see him unhinged too. Your eyelashes flutter, as his hands remove themselves from your face, and they move to your hips to help you out. But the building tightness and demanding need in your cunt was growing louder, hotter, completely undeniable. Your teeth sinking against his skin as you whimpered loudly, absolutely pathetically as you shifted faster, fucking against him harder.

“I-I’m so close,” you manage to moan out, and a sharp escape of air comes from his nose at that revelation.

Deku nods, his head moving so that his forehead rests against yours as he looks deep into your eyes. “I need you to look at the way your belly bulges while I fuck you before you cum, I want you to watch it bulge as you cum.”

You whimper, the strain in your neck almost insufferable as you peer down at your hastily exposed stomach, and you nearly faint at the pornographic, near-insane image of your stomach bulging with his hammering monster of a cock. And just like that, the tight heat in you snaps without a hitch, and you come tumbling down from the heights of your building orgasm. White heat and light spread through your body, your jaw slacking as you moan loudly, screaming his name as you convulse against him, body entirely limp. Deku, who was barely hanging by a strand, completely loses it when your core clenches like a vice against him. 

Hot, thick ropes of cum spurt from his cock, his heavy, shaking gasps the only thing you can hear as he fucks into you once, twice more for good measure he collapses onto his forearms above you. It’s hot, almost too hot as he lays on top of you, the sticky fluid of his cum radiating against your already blazing walls, and for a bit, there’s silence.

Deku is the first to move afterward, and you whine as he pulls his cock out of your sore, abused pussy. You make a noise of curiosity then fear as Deku spreads your legs even more open and moves so that his head is face to face with your cum filled pussy.

“What are you–?!” you screech as Deku takes a lick out of your dripping cunt.

“Fuck, this does taste good,” Deku smirks as he once again licks your overstimulated pussy and you sob. “Besides, who said we were done?”

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bonus! 

“Everyone, this is my girlfriend y/l/n y/n!” Izuku happily introduced you to his group of friends.

“What the hell?!” Bakugou screamed, thrusting a finger at you and all you did was laugh.

So much for not being stubborn, huh.

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