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Palestinian men and boys in Gaza describe the torture, humiliation, and dehumanization that they suffered during their time as captives of the Israeli occupation forces. “They forced us to make dogs’ sounds,” one man tells the camera. “If you refused to do so, they would beat you.” Another tells the reporter, “When they saw us falling asleep, they would come with a lighter and burn our backs with it.”
“Every hour was like years,” the same man says. “The torture was unbelievable.” Reports have emerged in recent days of mass roundups, torture, and execution of men and boys in Beit Hanoun and other parts of north Gaza. Detainees were identified by loved ones and others in the community who recognized them from the photos the occupation forces have been releasing.
As more footage and testimony are released, the depth of the horrors inflicted upon our people in Gaza are being brought to light. While we may never know the full extent of those horrors, what we already know is enough for any person of conscience to be able to identify as war crimes that are as depraved as they are systematic.
“My message for the world is to look at those detainees,” the final detainee tells viewers. “We are respected people. We are not animals.”
I know this makes the anti-voting fandom big mad but this is only happening because Murphy was re-elected by a thin margin in November 2021, bucking a 40 year trend of Democratic governors losing re-election in NJ, because enough people voted for him
From the mountainous border of Nagorno Karabakh, as more than 100,000 Armenians flee the breakaway enclave, Bel Trew reports on the people
It is over and everything is lost. This is the refrain repeated by Armenian families as they take that final step across the border out of their home of Nagorno-Karabakh.
In just a handful of days more than 100,000 people, almost the entire Armenian population of the breakaway enclave, has fled fearing ethnic persecution at the hands of Azerbaijani forces. The world barely registered it. But this astonishing exodus has vanished a self-declared state that thousands have died fighting for and ended a decades-old bloody chapter of history.
On Saturday, along that dusty mountain road to neighbouring Armenia, a few remaining people limp to safety after enduring days in transit.
Among them is the Tsovinar family who appear bundled in a hatchback littered with bullet holes, with seven relatives crushed in the back. Hasratyan, 48, the mother, crumbles into tears as she tries to make sense of her last 48 hours. The thought she cannot banish is that from this moment forward, she will never again be able to visit the grave of her brother killed in a previous bout of fighting.
“He is buried in our village which is now controlled by Azerbaijan. We can never go back,” the mother-of-three says, as her teenage girls sob quietly beside her.
“We have lost our home, and our homeland. It is an erasing of a people. The world kept silent and handed us over”.
She is interrupted by several ambulances racing in the opposite direction towards Nagorno-Karabakh’s main city of Stepanakert, or Khankendi, as it is known by the Azerbaijani forces that now control the streets. Their job is to fetch the few remaining Karabakh Armenians who want to leave and have yet to make it out.
“Those left are the poorest who have no cars, the disabled and elderly who can’t move easily,” a first responder calls at us through the window. “Then we’re told that’s it.”
As the world focused on the United Nations General Assembly, the war in Ukraine and, in the UK, the felling of an iconic Sycamore tree, a decades old war has reignited here unnoticed.
It ultimately heralded the end of Nagorno-Karabakh, a breakaway Armenian region, that is internationally recognised as being part of Azerbaijan but for several decades has enjoyed de facto independence. It has triggered the largest movement of people in the South Caucasus since the collapse of the Soviet Union.
Azerbaijan has vehemently denied instigating ethnic cleansing and has promised to protect Armenians as it works to reintegrate the enclave.
But in the border town of Goris, surrounded by the chaotic arrival of hundreds of refugees, Armenia’s infrastructure minister says Yerevan was now struggling to work out what to do with tens of thousands of displaced and desperate people.
“Simply put this is a modern ethnic cleansing that has been permitted through the guilty silence of the world,” minister Gnel Sanosyan tells The Independent, as four new busses of fleeing families arrive behind him.
“This is a global shame, a shame for the world. We need the international community to step up and step up now.”
The divisions in this part of the world have their roots in centuries-old conflict but the latest iterations of bitter bloodshed erupted during the collapse of the Soviet Union. The Karabakh Armenians, who are in the majority in the enclave, demanded the right to autonomy over the 4,400 square kilometre rolling mountainous region that has its own history and dialect. In the early 1990s they won a bloody war that uprooted Azerbaijanis, building a de facto state that wasn’t internationally unrecognised.
That is until in 2020. Azerbaijan, backed by Turkey, launched a military offensive and took back swathes of territory in a six-week conflict that killed thousands of soldiers and civilians. Russia, which originally supported Armenia but in recent years has grown into a colder ally, brokered a fragile truce and deployed peacekeepers.
But Moscow failed to stop Baku in December, enforcing a 10-month blockade on Nagorno-Karabakh, strangling food, fuel, electricity and water supplies. Then, the international community stood by as Azerbaijan launched a 24-hour military blitz that proved too much for Armenian separatist forces. Outgunned, outnumbered and weakened by the blockade, they agreed to lay down their weapons.
For 30 years the Karabakh authorities had survived pressure from international powerhouses to give up statehood or at least downgrade their aspirations for Nagorno-Karabakh. For 30 years peace plans brokered by countries across the world were tabled and shelved.
And then in a week all hope vanished and the self-declared government agreed to dissolve.
Fearing further shelling and then violent reprisals, as news broke several Karabakh officials including former ministers and separatist commanders, had been arrested by Azerbaijani security forces, people flooded over the border.
At the political level there are discussions about “reintegration” and “peace” but with so few left in Nagorno-Karabakh any process would now be futile.
And so now, sleeping in tents on the floors of hotels, restaurants and sometimes the streets of border towns, shellshocked families, with a handful of belongings, are trying to piece their lives together.
Among them is Vardan Tadevosyan, Nagorno-Karabakh’s minister of health until the government was effectively dissolved on Thursday. He spent the night camping on the floor of a hotel, and carries only the clothes he is wearing. Exhausted he says he had “no idea what the future brings”.
“For 25 years I have built a rehabilitation centre for people with physical disabilities I had to leave it all behind. You don’t know how many people are calling me for support,” he says as his phone ringed incessantly in the background throughout the interview.
“We all left everything behind. I am very depressed,” he repeats, swallowing the sentence with a sigh.
Next to him Artemis, 58, a kindergarten coordinator who has spent 30 years in Steparankert, says the real problems were going to start in the coming weeks when the refugees outstay their temporary accommodation.
“The Azerbaijanis said they want to integrate Nagorno-Karabakh but how do you blockade a people for 10 months and then launch a military operation and then ask them to integrate?” she asks, as she prepares for a new leg of the journey to the Armenian capital where she hopes to find shelter.
“The blockade was part of the ethnic cleansing. This is the only way to get people to flee the land they love. There is no humanity left in the world.”
Back in the central square of Goris, where families pick through piles of donated clothes and blankets and aid organisations hand out food, the loudest question is: what next?
Armenian officials are busy registering families and sending them to shelters in different corners of the country. But there are unanswered queries about long-term accommodation, work and schooling.
“I can’t really think about it, it hurts too much,” says Hasratyan’s eldest daughter Lilet, 16, trembling in the sunlight as the family starts the registration process.
“All I can say to the world is please speak about this and think about us. We are humans, people made of blood, like you and we need your help.”
hearing about CEOs getting million dollar bonuses knowing my elderly coworker is having to save up $60 to get her daughter the gift she wants when she works full time makes me want to start killing rich people with my bare hands. like i'm sorry I can't sit around and act like this should be normal just because it is. the way corporations are run is fundamentally terrible. it's not even just wages, like the entire fucking thing is built to create as much suffering as possible, shareholders and all
Bakugou constantly loses his phone. Not that he leaves it in public spaces and gets it stolen. Just one second he's putting it down somewhere and the next he has no idea where it is
A/N: I made this cause I always lose my phone and I def think he does too
He doesn't seem like the type of person that's always on his phone so he probably doesn't really keep track of where it is. He'd rather watch whatever you're watching on your phone than go out of his way to look for something to watch on his own.
He'll even complain that what you're watching is boring and you should watch something else.
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Like maybe you two wanted to bake something together on his off day. You tell him to google something on his phone because yours is charging. And he just starts feeling his pockets cause he's sure it's there but he feels nothing. Even starts looking around and when he doesn't see it, he looks at you.
"Where's my phone?"
"I don't know?"
"What do you mean ya don't know? You're supposed to know these things, baby."
And he ALWAYS gets so offended when you don't know where HIS phone is.
"I'm supposed to know where YOUR phone is?"
"Yes, you're always fuckin' calling it so, ya should know where it is."
"That doesn't even correlate at all."
"Actually call it for me now.. please."
You send a short glare at him before turning around to call it. Only to see his phone sitting right next to the rice cooker where he supposedly "looked".
"is this not it?"
"Where'd you find it?"
"It was sitting here this entire time."
"No it wasn't, I looked there."
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OR maybe he was expecting an important call and he wanted his phone next to him. So when you're sitting on the couch together and he suddenly starts looking around you're very confused.
"Baby, you seen my phone?"
"No, why?"
"No?"
He looks at you offended again as if he's paying you to keep track of that stuff.
"M' getting an important call soon I need my phone."
And he doesn't even let you finish talking before he gets up and starts retracing his steps.
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Other times he'll lose his phone while it's in his hand. And he starts stressing thinking he's actually lost it this time. So when he comes to you asking for your help and you start laughing he's even more offended.
"What's funny, need help finding my phone now's not the time."
"Really?"
"Mm."
"D'you look in the kitchen?"
"Mm"
"The bedroom?"
"Mhm."
"The bathroom?"
"Looked everywhere."
"Even your hand?"
"Hah?"
"Your hand?"
You almost feel bad when his face drops into one of pure exhaust when he sees his phone in his hand.
"Why didn't you just tell me?" He groans flopping down onto you sitting on the couch. "I just saw it now." You explain scratching the nape of his neck.
"Ya really need to start keeping track of my phone."
I see so many posts about Bakugo who takes care of his s/o and it’s cute and nice, but what if he was dating or married to someone who liked being alone and was used to taking care of themselves?
Warnings : Some language, unedited, also this is way longer than I thought it was gonna be, reader has a big-ass dog, ummmmmm... think that's it
☾ This is a little self-indulgent so bare with me ☽
So, before meeting Bakugo you lived alone. Maybe you had a dog or maybe you had a cat or a lizard, I dunno. Point is, you lived alone. And you liked it that way. You had grown up in a pretty full house without a moment of peace—which was fun and enjoyable sometimes—so, growing up, you knew you never wanted to live with another person EVER again. That also meant you wanted zero romantic relationships because no.
A romantic relationship involves two people who were willing to give to each other. Be it time, energy, or just a listening ear, they would give of themselves to their loved one all because they, well, loved them. You could give. You were very good at giving. Ever since you were a young, blubbering toddler, you gave things to others because it made you feel good to know they were happy. When you are older, you gave other tings—time, energy, money—you were very good at giving.
It was the taking part of the equation—the asking for help and support and love part—that you knew you'd struggle with. People said you could learn but you didn't want to. As a kid, you had spent your whole life giving, but people rarely gave things to you—toys, little gifts, sure. You got those things often enough, but the deeper things in life? The things that were a little harder to give? A listening ear? Empathy? Patience? Support? You didn't have a lot of that. So, you gave that to yourself the best you could because you were good at giving.
You were more independent than most and you were happy like that. You didn't want to learn how to take because you were more than content being by yourself, thinking by yourself, living for yourself... That sort of thing wouldn't be fair for your s/o and it wasn't like you wanted an intimate relationship so you remained single—a virgin in every physical sense of the word.
Then, he showed up. (Hehehehehehehehhehehehehe)
It was a normal evening for you. Nothing out of the ordinary was going on, you didn't feel weird, and your giant fluffy dog (self-indulgent, I know 😔) was lounging about at your feet while you worked. Normal. Your online business was going very well—yes, I'm talking entrepreneur kind of independent—and the ac was blowing the perfect temperature so things were normal—they were especially good, actually.
Then, he showed up.
Out of the blue, something crashed into your house—through your bedroom balcony, it sounded like. Your dog (Imma name him Biji (Short for Bijronson)—self-indulgent—but you can name him—or her—whatever, I guess...) Anyway, your dog shot up from his spot because of course he did, you did too. He trotted to the bedroom door—not a happy trot, but a cautious, purposeful one—and stood at it, watching whatever was going on.
You arrived next, eyes widening at the whole-ass man who fell into your apartment—into your life but you didn't know that yet. You knew who he was. Of course you knew who he was. The number two hero was a very noticeable man. He was large, a foot taller than you at least. His shoulder width was ridiculous and only enhanced by his small waste. Such a snatched thing. Truly a Doritos shape worthy of nacho cheese dreams. (Nacho cheese Doritos are mvp, don't fight me)
Then there was his stupidly handsome face. A scar ran down the right of it—from the edge of his hairline down to his upper neck. His light blond eyebrow was missing in the middle and his crimson eye was a little milky. He wasn't completely blind in it, but rumor said he would be soon. Most people said it wasn't a pretty sight but you always disagreed. Not only did it look badass, but it proved he went to hell and was strong enough to come back. Which was cool as fuck.
He was awesome—maybe a little bit of a jerk but you didn't need to like him as a person because you didn't know him a just a person. You knew him as Dynamight. As a hero, and he was a damn good hero. More often than not you would joke with your closest friends saying “If he's not Dynamight, I don't want it.“
“Dynamight is the bar.“
“He has to at least be six-foot Dynamight stature before I'll even think about it.“
Silly shit like that—all of which was just that. Silly. A joke. Never in a million years would you want to date Dynamight or any of the other pros you joked about. Your friends knew that. Everyone would share similar jokes before consoling their poor husbands or wives or boos or whatever because it was just a silly thing. You wouldn't even call what you had a celebrity crush. Dynamight and his companions were hot, attractive people. Simple as that. You appreciated the pictures, kay. And what they did for Japan, of fucking course.
We're getting off topic though. What was the topic again? Oh, right.
Dynamight was in your bedroom. On your bed. Your broken bed, might I add. All while you stood wide-eyed in your doorway, frozen as if you were the one who barged in on him. Then he slowly sat up, running a gloved hand through his sooty ash-blond spikes to rid it of glass. It pulled you out of your shocked state. It was then you realized Biji was barking and had been for awhile.
You moved to grab his collar just as the man stood up from his spot. You had been trying to sush your dog but those attempts came to a halt when you saw the condition the hero was in. Thankfully, it didn't seem life-threatening but, then again, you weren't a doctor and that shit looked like it hurted.
“Uh,“ you began, unsure of how to proceed.
The man looked around your room with what looked like disgust and you almost wanted to mouth off at him for the audacity before you realized he wasn't disgusted the dorky pictures of you and loved ones pasted on your dark walls. He looked confused. He turned around in your room a few times, eyeing the place and muttering confused curses. It was then you began to wonder how hard he had hit his pretty head.
You moved to straddle your strong dog who hadn't stopped barking completely but had calmed just a little. He was still on guard but you weren't scared—he sensed that.
“Hey, Mr—“ —were you supposed to say mr— “Dynamight?“
He looked at you. It was a sharp, unimpressed look and you wondered why until you saw his eyes dropped to your ramen pajama pants. The ones that said, “send noods.“ Not that they were embarrassing at all, you told yourself.
The man gave you and your barking companion a once over, gaze lingering on the large black and white dog you were effectively holding back. He looked tired, you noticed. Dynamight clicked his tongue before turning around and walking towards the sizable hole in your glass doors. “Wrong apartment,“ he mumbled and you gaped.
Ruining your beautiful and lovely bed because he was defending citizens from villains was one thing. You could let it pass cause he had a lot more shit to deal with than your glass-ridden floors and broken wall. His agency would cover the damages anyways.
Ruining your shit because he blasted his hot ass into the wrong apartment, however, was a whole other thing. Would he finance the repairs you needed to make? You hoped so but you didn't know, it wasn't during a fight, after all. No, he wasn't leaving until he promised his agency would take care of it. And until he recovered a little because he looked very unsteady on his feet.
“You're leaving?“ was your stupid, shocked question.
He scoffed. You narrowed your eyes at his broad back. Yes, you were enjoying the view and you would've enjoyed it a hell of a lot more if his torn shirt didn't show off his numerous gashes and cuts. Suddenly, you didn't feel like bitching to him about your apartment—you would make him pay for it, but later.
The crunching of glass caught your attention and you realized he really was leaving like that. “Hey, you're hurt,“ you said dumbly because you weren't really sure how to convince him to stay long enough for you to help.
“No shit,“ was his rude—but fair—response.
You huffed in annoyance. At least Biji's barking had stopped and he seemed calmer, albeit tense. Dynamight crashed into the wrong apartment, right? So he was aiming for an apartment in the complex, right? “You're apartment's in this building? Right?“
He said nothing but he didn't need to because you could see the gears in his head turning—could see the realization in his crimson eye. He knew what you were about to suggest but you said it anyway. “Just leave out the door—the actual door, not the one you DIYd,“ you said obviously, nodding to the broken glass.
He looked at said DIY door and grumbled something under his breath. Then he turned to face you. You rose a brow at his glare. It was his turn to nudge his head and he gestured it to your dog. “That flea-bag gonna let me through?“
“His name is Biji—“ “I don't give a fuck—“ “—and he might let you through, so long as you say please.“
The word please must've kickstarted an allergic reaction of some kind because Dynamight's face scrunched up like he swallowed piss. It was oddly adorable and you mentally nodded in satisfaction. If only he made such a face where cameras could catch and immortalize it.
“The hell is wrong with you? You think just cause I'm in your apartment you can order me around?!“
He was starting to raise his voice. Your hold tightened on Biji's collar as the dog began barking again. You took a deep breath in an effort to prevent your own anger from spilling out. “Yes,“ you damn near hissed, tugging Biji back because he was pulling.
Dynamight did not appreciate the answer but you didn't give him a second to bitch about it. “Might I remind you of how you barged in here out of nowhere. I'm not entirely calm and neither is he so, if you want him to be civil, say. Fucking. Please.“
“Be friendly,“ was really what you were telling him. He didn't look like he liked the idea, so you helped him out. “You ruined my door, broke my bed—which people don't get to do until after they take me out for dinner, by the way—“ —he scrunched his face again and you wanted to laugh— “and now I get to clean all that shit up. So, the least you could do is get your dirty ass over here to show Biji that you aren't as much of a threat as first impressions implied.“
A teenager getting his phone taken away—no, a kindergartner getting told to stand in the corner was what the giant hulking man ahead of you reminded you of. With more annoyance than you thought possible, Dynamight begrudgingly drug himself closer to you. He stopped a few feet away—stopping as soon as Biji became a little more frantic.
You gently caressed the dog's side, whispering and muttering calming words to him, promising him the giant man was a friend. Dynamight was allergic to that word too, but he sucked it up—as he should—and slowly removed one of his gloved before holding out the back of his hand to your dog.
Biji wanted to jump out of your hold but you held firm, slowly walking towards Dynamight who rose a brow. If it was in amusement, then you'd shove him out of the conveniently placed hole in your wall. Biji sniffed his hand eagerly. After a few moments, you felt his tail beat against your legs. A small smile spread on your face. “See?“ you cooed. “He's not so bad, is he?“
Biji was too busy sniffing the hero to respond—and he so would've responded otherwise. “Give the side of his neck a nice pat,“ you said softly. “It'll reaffirm you're friendly,“ was added when he glance at you in annoyance.
“Still think you can order me around,“ he scoffed, but much more softly then before.
“I do,“ you responded immediately, “so pet him.“
He hated it, you knew he did because why would a man like Dynamight like being bossed around by someone half his size? But the man gave Biji's long hair a gently pat anyway—not before wiping his hands on his pants, you noticed.
Both of you left the room after and you closed the door behind. “Unless you're scared of dogs, I'm gonna let him go.“
The man said nothing in objection—or anything at all—so you released the beast who ran up to Dynamight immediately. “He might jump so—“ and he was already up, paws on Dynamight's large chest and tail wagging eagerly.
“Biji, down,“ you ordered, gently tugging his collar when he went to jump again.
“Uh,“ you pointed down the hall, “door's that way.“
And off you both walked. No one said a word which gave you a moment to remember the hero's injuries. “I have first aid stuff, if you want it,“ you ended up mumbling because of course he would have his own medical supplies.
“Sure,“ he mumbled back, a rough but oddly civil sound that threw you off guard.
Maybe he was almost out? He probably had to patch himself up a lot. “I, uh, I'll go get it.“
And you did, entrusting Dynamight to Biji's care. You went to your bathroom and grabbed the first-aid kit in record time before returning to the entryway, just in time to see the Great Explosion God Dynamight petting your adorable Biji boy. You really wished you and phone right now because no one would believe you.
“Got it,“ you said softly, grinning when he pulled away with a scowl.
“Here you go, apartment buddy. Need anything else? Bottle of water? Painkillers? Anything?“
He didn't say yes or no. He just clicked his tongue before turning around to open your door. You rolled your eyes, following behind to make sure Biji didn't follow him out but also to make sure he got to the elevator fine. You knew he would—he probably dealt with much worse—but, just in case.
“Nice meeting you, love your work but don't make remodeling my apartment a habit.“
He didn't laugh which was his loss cause you were funny as hell. Dynamight gave you one last glance—a very judgy-looking glance before walking off. “See you around,“ you offer lazily before doing a double take.
He was already at his apartment. He was digging out his keys to his apartment because his apartment was—you counted the numbers.
814.
816.
817.
817, and yours was—“Dang, guess we're apartment neighbors, huh,“ you mumbled.
Not quiet enough because he tossed a glare over his shoulder. You chuckled nervously. “See ya 'round,“ you said and you meant it this time.
You retreated into your apartment after. Apartment 818.
It's funny cause I was gonna make like a headconnon bullet point list thing about Bakugo x Independent s/o but it turned into this which is a drabble. A fun drabble that would make a pretty interesting story...
boyfriend!bakugou listens to you babble away about your past sexual experiences and makes mental notes.
and it's not like he's jealous or uncomfortable as he does so. you've been together long enough for him to start getting curious instead of possessive, and besides; you did make sure - multiple times, at that - that he was all right with it before you'd warily started spilling your secrets. so after twenty minutes and a lot of bashful hesitancy, the entire thing turns pretty fun.
however, it gets even more fun when he leans in and copies the exact move you'd just finished describing to him a mere moment ago. when he manhandles you into the same position as your ex did, in the same tempo, in the exact same rhythm.
even your knees touch your ears in the same way as they did years ago as he practically folds you in half, and your pretty panties are tugged to the side in a nearly identical manner. his hand wraps around your throat just like you've talked about.
so with your breaths shaky and shallow from how nicely he restricts your airflow now, you stare up at him - at your lovely boyfriend who you cherish so, so much. your eyes are wide; your pussy is dripping and clenching so tightly around him that it's almost embarrassing for you.
especially as he bottoms out and grins down at you, all slow and mocking, and says, "like this, babe...? he fucked you like this?"
but it's not quite the same, now is it? he's better, so much better. bigger. hotter, in both senses. more passionate. more loveable. more yours.
his smile only grows bigger when you start to shake your head; it grows big just like his cock does inside your belly. you nearly squeal when he pulls back his hips and slams them right back in in a way that makes your eyes want to roll into the back of your skull.
"then i guess imma just have to fuck you my way and give you a new memory to think about, huh?"
Can you share the picrew links pls? They are so pretty
OFCCCC i love sharing my picrew obsession with others <3
I put a picture with each link because i hate it when it's just a run-on of links and idk whether ive made them before because why would anyone remember the name of the picrew?
also if the links dont work then fuck you kdgkhd anyways here are like 60
(EDIT!!!! 2022/03/06: i’ve made a cont. to this and it’s in the notes-- i dont know where forgive me but its in there and i think it has more than this one so like get that one and double ig)
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cw: burning??? Branding??? Kind of CNC… u manipulate him a lil bit by making him jealous, but he kinda likes it??? Reader lowkey likes being in pain
summery: Shoto has daddy issues, and trust issues, he also doesn’t want to hurt u even tho u might like it. Shoto lowkey uses old English 💀 but it’s okay cause he’s cute
A/n: oh wow this is actually not ab Touya I feel like I’m betraying him, I’m so sorry touya I will write something for you soon I just can’t get the thought of Shoto branding me out of my lil mind. I apologize for this I was writing this with my pussy
18+ read at your own risk ⚠️
(let me know if y’all want more of this lol)
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“No.”
was the (ironically) stone cold response you got from your boyfriend. You let out a pathetic (and dramatic, shoto would say) sigh and continued the path of your hands from their place holding shoto’s cheeks to run down his naked chest, a pout forming on your lips.
“Not even if I beg?” You ask coyly and Shoto has the urge to scoff. his bottom lip jutting out into a pout as his eyebrows furrowed (very cutely) “Well,” he averted his eyes for you.
‘so cute..’ you almost squealed a smile tugging on the corner of your lips. Tilting your head to the side, “Y’know I trust that you’d never go too far, plus we could always say it was a training accident I wouldn’t mi-“
He cut you off with a kiss bulky hands pulling you in by your waist his thumbs rubbing circles into the sides of your hips.
The kiss was sweet, conveying a hidden feeling you couldn’t explain. His mouth opened in the kiss letting out a small groan when you let him, tongues connecting and exploring each others mouths. He let out another groan, almost sounding like a whine when you pulled away.
he looked at you almost shyly, “You trust me?” he asked breathless (from the kiss or the realization you’re not sure..) Smiling brightly down at him, he looked at you like you hung all the stars in the sky, “Of course, there’s no reason why I wouldn’t.”
A dopey grin etched its way onto his lips, hand reaching up to caress your face oh so sweetly pulling you closer to his face resting your foreheads together, “Thank you,” he mumbled before he smirked down at you, his sudden expression change making you feel all hot and gooey inside.
“But flattery won’t get me to taint your stunning body.” He exemplified his point by running his hand from your waist down to rub your inner thigh as he licked his lips.
you gasped in amusement lightly pushing his shoulder as punishment, “But, It’d be like an almost permanent mark Sho.. show everyone I’m yours, yeah? You wouldn’t be tainting me.”
his eyes drooped slightly, almost making you clap in victory, almost there!! Just throw in a little something like… with a dramatic sigh you pulled away from him, “Though if you still don’t want to I’m sure Katsuki would love to brand me, I’m sure it’d be easy for him to—“
Shoto scoffed his eyes darkening over, got him. He easily flipped you over on the bed your head landing in the lavish pillows behind you. a small gasp leaving you his hands dug into the meat of your thigh, “Oh?” his lips tilted into a smirk and your small sound. “So you’re on a first name basis with him?” He asked, grabbing your chin and tilting your head to the side, “I thought you only called me by my first name? How would you feel if I called you L/n?”
you huffed kicking him in the shin, he laughed at your exasperated face. “I’d kill you.” You said trying to turn your head out of his grasp but he wouldn’t let you, “Baby,” he spoke softly leaning down to press a soft and quick kiss to your lips, “I’ll brand you,” he spoke again,
❄️ I feel like he wouldn't know what to do at first, like he'll ask you for permission for hugs, and sitting next to you or holding your hands, but be ready when he gets comfortable around you, he'll ask you or just suddenly cuddle you everytime he feels like it.
🔥 Communication between you two would be difficult at first, because he doesn't know how to open up, but as time goes on, he'll tell you everything,as in EVERYTHING, even the slightest things that happens to him or he thinks.
❄️ Will be protective over you, but not in a toxic way. He'll introduce you to his friends and his family, he'll even defend you from Endeavor if he ever says one thing about you that sounds mean to him.
🔥 He'll definitely consult romance novels, mangas, and movies on how to act around you, but will look awkward,but still super cute, because it's him, DUHHHH
❄️ Will compliment you out of the blue, like for example, you too are watching a movie or eating dinner, he'll stare at you for a moment and when you catch him, he'll be like, "You're so beautiful."
🔥 You wouldn't be able to tell if he's telling a joke or not, he'll be like, "Why does the chicken cross the road? To get revenge on KFC" with a face like this(•___•) the joke is funny, yeah, but :'D
❄️ He'll go overboard whenever you have your period. Buy you tons of sanitary pads, snacks, chocolate, heating pad, then whenever you're having your mood swings, he'll just carry you to bed, roll you in a blanket and spoon you to calm you down.
🔥 He would always be the first on to give up in an argument, he'll try to understand you, but would stand his ground when he knows that you're making a mistake or when you're wrong about something.
❄️ He loves playing with your hair and with your fingers, he'll do this randomly, like whenever you two are talking or just chilling, then would suddenly kiss you too.
🔥 He'd buy you gifts all of the time. Imagine this, alright.
❄️ "Hey Shoto, look at this show, the bears look really cute, right?" Then you showed him something on your phone, and he'll remember that. And then the next day, you've got tons of huge packages filled with that show's merch.
🔥 He's gonna be a big baby to you, he'll find comfort in your arms, and he would want you to seek comfort in his too. He'll give you soft kisses, and would always tell you that he loves you and ensures you that he'll only love you and no one else, he'll vow to protect you with everything that he has and swear that he'll make you happy all the time and would take off all of your burdens and replace it with his love.
[A/N]: Sorry for not updating for a long time, a lot of personal issues occured，and my files of the things that I was gonna upload got deleted, so :'))
Really embarrassing moments for Y/n and how the boys handled them (minific) - Todoroki
Todoroki:
You hadn’t expected it to rain, and were running hard to try to get home.
Your water-spirit quirk was great. You could control water if it was nearby. Plus, in water you grew a mermaid tail and could swim and breathe like the fastest of fish.
But getting drenched was the only condition. If you were wet enough, you transformed. And with the rain coming down like it was now, and nowhere to shelter, you were in trouble!
It would be fine if you had remembered your emergency poncho, but for once, it wasn’t in your bag! You had gotten a new one the day before and must have missed it somehow. You had been sure you packed it, but it was nowhere to be found!
Suddenly, you felt your legs go out from under you, and you fell forwards, hard onto the pavement.
You looked down at your legs in dismay, your long, shining tail spread out behind you. It was beautiful and powerful, but useless on land. And right now it was distressing to see it. The lower half of your clothes and your shoes lay soaked on the ground. Your hero costume was made to accommodate the transformation, but you hadn’t dressed for this kind of thing today.
Wondering how you were going to get home like this, and worried that someone might try to hurt you in this stupid, embarrassing, vulnerable state, you cursed in frustration, rolling over to try to sit up.
Soaked as you were, and with the rain still pouring down, there still wasn’t enough water for you to be able to swim home, even if you manipulated it. Not with your current skill level, anyway.
Trying to figure out what to do, irritatingly brushing the rain out of your eyes, you caught sight of someone with an umbrella looking at you.
Your heart jumped and your face burned with humiliation.
It was Todoroki! You two had just started dating. You hadn’t even kissed yet. And now he was seeing you like this! Like this couldn’t get any more embarrassing!
You tried to scoot out of the way and hide behind a lamp post, but he had seen you.
“Y/n?” he asked, approaching quickly.
“Oh, um-” He was already in front of you. You were sitting on the street like an idiot, soaking wet. “Hi…” you mumbled, mortified.
“…You can’t walk with a fishtail.” he noted.
You looked away, wishing you had been able to hide in a bush or something.
Todoroki paused, then seemed to come out of a trance, moving his umbrella over you. “Sorry, here. It’s because of the rain, right?”
You would have been touched if you weren’t so embarassed. “Thank you,” you said quietly, “but I’m already soaked. I won’t be able to change back until I dry off.”
“…I could dry you off with my heat quirk.” he offered.
You paused a moment. You didn’t want to accept, but you wanted to be stuck like this even less. “That would be great, actually. Can I cover my legs-tail though? My clothes kind of…”
Todoroki looked in the direction you did, and his eyes widened, steam rising off his skin as he looked directly at your underwear lying in the street.
“Oh.” He said, eyes wide, covering his eyes as though it helped (it kind of did), then looking straight at your face. “Should I… dry those too?”
“No need!” you insisted, looking away. “The rest would be plenty! Thank you!” You threw (not your underwear) over his left arm once he offered it, and took your jacket off to cover your lap as they dried. The underwear in the puddle, you grabbed and stuffed in a spare compartment in your bag.
You hadn’t been sure what to expect next, but Todoroki took hold of the hem of your soaked top, and steam began rising off of it as it dried.
Once your fish tail disappeared, Todoroki turned around, keeping watch, still holding the umbrella over you. Thank goodness this side street was so quiet. No one could see you from here. There weren’t even any houses. You quickly tugged on the rescued clothes, and got to your feet, relieved.
“Thank you.” you said gratefully. “You can turn around, now.”
Todoroki did as he was told, and smiled to see you on your feet again.
“Please don’t tell anyone about this.” you asked gently.
“I won’t.” he said seriously.
“I’d be so embarrassed.” you said, hiding your face in your hands, “This is the third time this has happened in my whole life. I was a little kid the first two times. I always have a poncho to prevent it, but it’s missing today. I don’t know where I put it…”
“I won’t tell anyone.” he smiled, “And you shouldn’t be embarrassed. Your quirk is yours. You should be proud of it. I’m glad it was me who found you.”
You were relieved that he was so mature about it, and felt your face flush at his words.
Todoroki insisted on walking you home, linking arms to “keep you dry”. Whether that was the reason or not, you weren’t about to stop him. His warm left side was so comforting, and his considerate way was so touching.
You were still embarrassed at having been found the way you were, and at your hair that had frizzed in the rain, but you forgot all about it when he hugged you at your door and kissed your cheek.
It wasn’t until after he left and you had gone to throw your underwear in the wash, you realised the poncho had been there the whole time.
You’d need to get used to this bag.
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