nah since marvel is trending again I’m going to say it again louder for the people in back — canon steve rogers would never have chosen an “idyllic 1950s white pickett fence life” because the only place that man belonged was a picket LINE. the whole point of his character was that his work was never done. there was always going to be another oppressor, another bully, another person who takes advantage of the underprivileged for him to stand up to. from the moment he gained consciousness he, a chronically ill son of a working class mother living below the poverty line, used his voice and his body to protect & fight for what he believed in. I’m not sure there was ever a time pre-super soldier serum where he didn’t have a black eye. he could put the shield down all he wanted but he could never retire from being steve rogers — someone who never once turned a blind eye, who never once wanted a “reward” for his work, who never once abandoned his friends. this isn’t up for debate. this is almost a century of comic book & film/animated precedent. he may have been a man out of time, but in his words “it’s tempting to want to live in the past. it’s familiar, it’s comfortable. but it’s where fossils come from”
"your pal, your buddy, your bucky" is such an insane line for so many reasons that people more eloquent than me have pointed out but. the absolute vitriol in rumlow's voice when he says your bucky is. something. he basically spits the words in steve's face. what does it mean??? truly, i know brock has a vendetta against steve but this seems like. too much to be that alone. i gotta have a convo with frank grillo and ask what he was thinking when he said that bc. i have questions.
Corruption kink with shiggy, innocent fem reader pls?
Smut. 18+. Voyeurism. Masturbation. Probably some other stuff. I hope you like this, anon!
Note: Just assume this happens post-War Arc, but that AFO fucked off and was never heard from again.
Oh no. This could NOT be happening. It’s your first day on the job as a sidekick, your very first day, and you stumble upon the world’s most dangerous villain: Shigaraki Tomura. Five minutes ago you were just doing boring patrols around the city. Now you’re looking down an alleyway at a monster in red sneakers. It’s too late to run away, he’s already spotted you peeking your head around the corner of the nearby building, and you’re not dumb enough to think you could take him on alone. Even several pro heroes teaming up couldn’t handle him!
He’s looking at you, red eyes shining in the dim light of dusk. You look back at him, wondering how fast he’ll murder you.
“Come on out, hero,” he says.
You sigh and step around the corner. “Um, actually, I’m a sidekick, not a hero.”
He doesn’t reply to that, just stares at you as if sizing up what sort of threat you could be. Little does he know you pose less of a threat to him than a baby deer would.
You slowly approach him, not wanting to upset him in any way. You’ve heard he could be volatile. You watch him as you walk, looking for any signs that he’s going to attack. Unfortunately, this means you’re not looking at the ground, so you don’t see the discarded beer bottle right in your path. The high heel of your ridiculously impractical boots gets caught on the bottle, and you faceplant spectacularly in the alley, almost landing at Shigaraki’s feet.
For a moment, you’re so embarrassed that you can’t move. Then you gradually get up, being extra careful with the heels. When you look up at Shigaraki, he has a strange expression on his face, as if he wants to laugh but is keeping his composure.
“Sorry, this is my first time wearing this costume. I’ve never worn heels this high,” you say, reaching down to rub your sore ankle.
Shigaraki folds his arms over his chest. “This is your first day as a hero?” he asks skeptically.
Now that you’re up close, you can see his face clearly. You’re surprised by how good looking he is. In fact, he’s totally your type! You find yourself staring at his lips, instinctively wetting your own. “Uh, sidekick, not hero,” you say again, distracted by how toned his arms look in his black shirt.
“So? What are you going to do?”
What does he mean? Does he really think you’re going to try to fight him? When you can barely walk on pavement? “Well, if you’re not actively committing any crimes, I don’t think I have to try to stop you.”
He’s still looking at your suspiciously. “Let’s say I’m not committing any crimes.”
“You’re not? That’s great! I’ll just be going then…” You start to turn around, thankful that you’re still alive, when his voice stops you.
“You’re just going to believe me?”
You look back at him. “Shouldn’t I?”
He shakes his head. “Are you for real? No hero can be this naive.”
“Sidekick,” you say, but he doesn’t seem to be paying attention. He seems to be in deep thought.
“I think I have a quirk that’s perfect for this,” he says.
“Huh?”
Before you can do anything else, Shigaraki raises one hand and a pink mist spreads out from it.
“It’s called ‘Truth Serum’,” he tells you as the mist drifts over you and you have no choice but to breathe it in. You cough and try to expel it from your lungs, but it’s too late. Whatever effect this quirk has, it’s going to work on you.
For a few seconds, you just stand there, waiting to feel something. When nothing seems to happen, you look at him questioningly.
“How did you find me?” he asks.
“I just glanced down this alley as I walked by and spotted you.” You blink, surprised by how fast and automatically you answered.
“Were you looking for me?”
“No. It was a total coincidence.” There it was again, that answer that seemed to come straight from your mind, with no filter.
He seems to be thinking for a moment, and then asks, “How long have you been a hero?”
“I’m not a hero. I’m a sidekick. And this is my first day.”
“So you were telling the truth,” he says, looking slightly more relaxed.
“Yes,” you reply absently, your voice working but your mind distracted as you enjoy watching his face make subtly different expressions. Those eyes…. that hair… You just want to run your hands through it.
Shigaraki narrows his eyes. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Because I think you’re incredibly sexy.” Wait. What did you just say? Out loud? To Shigaraki Tomura? You clasp your hands over your mouth with a gasp. This “truth serum” quirk is dangerous! Not to mention embarrassing.
Shigaraki’s eyes are wide as he looks at you. Evidently he got a little more than he bargained for when he asked that question. “Really?” he asks, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips.
You have your hands clamped over your mouth, but the second he finished the question, you move them and say, “Yes. You’re the hottest guy I’ve ever seen.”
You blush crimson and cover your mouth again. How dare it betray you this way!
Shigaraki is grinning. “So that’s what you think of me?”
“Yes. Also, I’m terrified of you.”
He holds up his hands in front of him, one of them missing several fingers. “Because I could kill you so easily?”
“Yeah, that’s one reason.”
“What’s the other?”
You try not to answer. You fight it really hard, but the words spill out anyway. “You make me think impure thoughts.”
Shigaraki blinks, then suddenly laughs. “Seriously? What kind of impure thoughts?”
Oh no. Please don’t say it. Please just keep your mouth shut. Please just shut- “That I want you to kiss me. That I want to touch your hair. That I want to know what your hands would feel like all over me.”
The laugher dies in his throat. He seems genuinely surprised by your answer. Actually, it looks like his face is slightly pink. An awkward silence falls over the alley, then Shigaraki steps closer to you, within touching distance, and looks down at your face. “Do you want me to touch you?”
“Yes,” you answer, your voice cracking slightly on the word. You do want him to touch you, but admitting it to him? It’s mortifying. It’s also scary. You know what those hands can do. He’s your enemy. And it’s also scary for another reason…
Shigaraki turns you around to face away from him, then places his hands on your shoulders from behind. He’s so close that you can feel his chest brushing against your back. He slowly moves his hands down your arms, then moves them to your waist, then slides them up. You suck in a nervous breath as his hands reach your breasts then grope gently at them through your clothes.
His hands then move down to your hips, one of them sliding over to your inner thigh and moving up toward your groin. It stops just before it reaches your most private spot. Shigaraki leans his face forward, right beside your ear, and asks, “Want me to keep going?”
You slam a hand over your mouth, desperately trying to hide the truth. Shigaraki reaches up with the hand that’s missing fingers and pulls your hand away from your face.
“Yes!” you blurt out.As soon as the word leaves your mouth, Shigaraki’s hand glides up between your legs and squeezes. The thin spandex of your ridiculous costume is the only thing separating his skin from yours. You can feel his fingers pressing against the soft mound, and you let out a small moan.
“You like that?” he asks, his voice low.
“Y-yes,” you say, abandoning your attempts to stop yourself from answering. You realize you’re trembling.
“Are you still afraid of me?”
“Yes, but I’m afraid of other things too…”
His lips grazed your ear as he asked, “What other things?”
“No one has ever touched me there before, so feeling like this scares me.”
Shigaraki looks you in the face, his hand still groping at you. “No one? Really?”
“Yes, no one,” you confirm, blushing again. So you’ve just admitted you’re a virgin.
He grins. “I bet you touch yourself there a lot, huh?”
“Not a lot,” you say, shuddering as he gives a slightly harder squeeze, “Just a couple of times, just a little bit. It felt too intense so I stopped right after I started.”
Shigaraki withdrew his hand and stepped away from you. You almost collapsed right there. Your knees were wobbly, and it felt like your costume was damp between your legs.
“You mean you never finished? So you’ve never…” he trailed off, looking surprised.
You’re completely red at this point. You’ve just explained your entire sexual history to him, what little there was of it. You had a sheltered childhood, and as a teenager you spent most of your time at home reading or playing games. So you ended up being somewhat clueless about sex.
“No, I never finished,” you answer, assuming he’s referring to having an orgasm. You’ve never had one before, but they sound amazing. You’re just too nervous to go that far, even alone. You’re incredibly sensitive, and the couple of times you tried masturbating, you chickened out and stopped when the sensations became too much.
“Maybe I can help you out sometime,” he says with a grin.
A noise behind you at the entrance to the alley draws your attention and you turn around, afraid some poor civilian might get mixed up in this. There’s a drunken man in a suit stumbling around, nearly falling before catching himself on a wall. When you look back to Shigaraki, he’s gone without a trace.
Thankful to have escaped the encounter with your life, but also completely humiliated, you limp out of the alley on your sore ankle and finish your patrols.
Over the next few weeks, you find yourself running into Shigaraki “by coincidence” many times. You’ve heard he has a quirk that lets him search out specific people, and you wonder if he’s using it on you. He always appears when you’re alone, always hits you with that damned “Truth Serum” quirk, and always asks you embarrassing questions. Have you been thinking about him? (Yes) Did you ever try touching yourself again? (No) Have you told any of the heroes about meeting him? (No)
He even made you admit that you’ve been having dreams about him, though thankfully you were interrupted before he could ask you what the dreams were about. If you had to describe such filthy things, you’d absolutely die of shame. Once he asked you what you’ve been thinking about and you said you’ve been wondering what he looks like naked. He paused for a minute then asked if you wanted to see his dick. You said yes, of course, and he pulled it out right there in front of you.
You immediate reaction was to cover your eyes. You’d never seen a naked man in person before this, so it was a bit of a shock. But then you actually looked. For some reason, you always thought you’d be mildly grossed out the first time you were faced with a penis, but you didn’t feel that way at all. In fact, you liked the way it looked. You didn’t touch him, and he left soon after.
Some of the encounters resulted in him groping you again. He always asked if you wanted him to, and you always did, even if you wished you could hide it. Those meetings left you feeling dirty, like a pervert. You’ve never felt like this before, about anyone. And now you can’t stop thinking about Shigaraki, can’t stop imagining him doing all sorts of filthy things to you.
Finally, one day, he appears at the door to your apartment. You’re shocked when you open the door, but you invite him in. He follows you into your tiny living room, but he doesn’t sit down, even after you take a seat on the couch. He’s standing there in black pants and a black hoodie, soft white hair framing his face. He raises one hand, and the pink mist comes out. You don’t even struggle against it anymore.
“Are you happy to see me?” he asks.
“Yes.”
He grins. “I came to help you finish for once.”
For a moment, you don’t understand what he means. Then it dawns on you, and two feelings simultaneously erupt within you: panic at the thought that things are about to get more embarrassing, and arousal at the very idea of him ‘helping you’, whatever that means.
“Wait,” you say, “I’m not sure I-”
“Do you want to have an orgasm?” he asks you, interrupting.
“Yes,” you say without hesitation. Damn this truth serum quirk!
“Do you want me to help you?”
“Yes,” you say again, your voice breathless. You’ve never been this scared, or this excited, in your life.
He reaches down and places his hand on your thigh. Within seconds, your shorts and panties crumble away, leaving you exposed. You shriek and try to cover yourself with the end of your tshirt, but Shigaraki stops you. “I want to watch you,” he says, eyes staring into yours.
You let go of your shirt, and Shigaraki gently lifts one of your legs up, so that one foot is on the seat of the couch beside you. This pose leaves you spread open, all of you on display for him. He backs up a few steps and takes in the view. Your face feels hot, and you know you must be absolutely scarlet.
“Touch yourself,” he says, his voice low.
You hesitate. You were embarrassed and scared to do this by yourself. How could you possibly do it in front of him? But you can already feel it. You’re wet. This is turning you on! You reach down a shaky hand and lightly rub the outer flesh of your pussy. It already feels sticky. You glance up and see his red eyes fixed on you, on your hand making its first timid movements.
“Spread it open,” he says, still standing a couple of feet away. His face looks transfixed as he watches you do as he commanded, using your fingers to open the folds. Cool air hits the sensitive skin, and you shudder in response. You use one finger to circle your clit, almost afraid to touch it directly. But you can see it in his eyes. He’s hungry to see you go for it. So you do. You rub your clit, slowly and gently at first, and then apply a little more pressure.
It feels so good, you think you might cum in seconds. “Slow down,” Shigaraki says, drawing your eyes up to him, making sure you don’t forget he’s there. You follow his instruction, slowing your pace. You moan as a wave of pleasure hits you.
“What are you thinking about?” he asks.
Your voice sounds like it doesn’t belong to you when you groan out, “You!”
You look at his face, and his eyes flash with desire and excitement. “What about me?”
“How much I want you… how much I want…”
He’s watching you so intently, it’s like the two of you are the only things that exist in the whole world. “How much you want what?” he asks.
You’re still under the effects of the truth serum. You can’t avoid answering, even if you wanted to. “How much I want your cock!” you scream, your fingers now stroking your clit furiously.
He comes closer and kneels down in front of you, so close he could kiss your thighs if he wanted to. “Tell me every dirty thought you’re having about me.”
“I want you to kiss me! I want you inside me! I want you to cum in my mouth! I want you to take my virginity! I want you to fuck me so hard I can’t walk! I want you to wreck me! I want to be your personal slut!” The words spill out, dirty, shameful thoughts you never had until you met him. You’ve always been the innocent, naive one who blushes over a slightly naughty joke. Now you’re masturbating and screaming out your every desire in front of the king of villains. What’s happening to you?
Shigaraki gives you a teeth-baring grin. “Good girl,” he says, and that pushes you over the edge. You feel a rush of unbridled pleasure wash over your entire body. You arch your back, toss your head back, and scream out in ecstasy. You just experienced your first orgasm, and it felt incredible. You pant and tremble as your body relaxes and your head clears. That’s when you realize: Shigaraki just watched you have your first orgasm. The rush of euphoria you felt is replaced by a rush of embarrassment.
You close your legs and pull your shirt down in an effort to cover yourself, lowering your eyes to avoid looking at him. You can’t believe you said all those things, did all those things, in front of him. He must think you’re a total slut.
To your surprise, he sits down on the couch beside you and pulls you closer to him. “Don’t get too comfortable. I’m gonna make all your wishes come true tonight. Starting with…” He tilts your chin up and presses his lips to yours, then slips his tongue into your mouth. It’s a soft, passionate kiss. “What do you think of me now?” he asks,
“I think I’m in love with you.” The answer comes freely, of course. Stupid truth serum.
It’s as if he can read your mind. He grins. “Truth Serum wore off just after you finished,” he says.
Your eyes widen. “You tricked me!”
He laughs, then kisses you again. “Ready for me to wreck you?”
You blush at your words being thrown back at you, but you nod and answer, “Yes.”
I read a one-shot/mini series ages ago about Barbarian!Bakugou and I can't find it anywhere! I have no idea who wrote it or what it's called. Please help!!
It's about King Bakugou needing to find a significant other to rule with. In order to be accepted by Bakugou, Reader needs to spend a select number of days in the woods and find a goblin and kill it for its heart. After doing so the Reader needs to devour the heart raw in front of Bakugou and the royal court.
ATTENTION ALL GIRLS AND LADIES: if you walk from home, school, office or anywhere and you are alone and you come across a little boy crying holding a piece of paper with an address on it, DO NOT TAKE HIM THERE! take him straight to the police station for this is the new 'gang' way of rape. The incident is getting worse. Warn your families. Reblog this so this message can get accross to everyone.
Note: just a small thank you for the followers! Enjoy!
Summary: when connecting with a soulmate, the body will slowly wither the longer you are apart. You ache and hurt when not with them. Their touch to you is like a safe place made of honey and violets. It’s soft and fluffy and makes you want to melt into them forever. The thought of leaving them alone is enough to make your whole body hurt and your heart pound. It’s a connection only the two of you will understand, nothing can cross it. Not even the great bakugou Katsuki can over come this. He finds himself caving in, craving for that person on the other side of his string.
Warnings: tad angst if you squint, flufffff galorrrrrrr, cursing/ language
Katsuki’s birthday would be tomorrow. Tomorrow would be the day he turned 18 and he would not only be an adult, but his string would appear. The red string of fate that lead you to the very soul you would spend he rest of your days with. Someone who was supposed to understand you and love you unconditionally no matter what because the connection was so strong. His soulmate tie.
“What time we’re you born?” Uraraka asked, lifting her head from the blonds chest
Bakugou rose a brow at her “hah?”
“Ya know, you’ll get your string at the time you were born, your real birthday.”
“Don’t know, I’ll have to ask the hag-OW!”
“Don’t call her that. It’s mean”
Bakugou grumbled, rubbing the spot she pinched. It didn’t hurt that much, but Uraraka was the type to pinch or “lightly” hit you if you said something like that. It annoyed him and he’s gotten onto his girlfriend multiple times about it, at this point he gave up. Though it was a good question, he’d be the second person in his class to find his string. He hated coming second but the truth was that (y/n) was older, and she got her string already.
“I wonder who (y/n)s soulmate is” she asked, as if she read his mind.
He tched. Apparently (y/n)s supposed fated lover was no where near her, as she said her string went on and on and she couldn’t get close. Most people who have soulmates like that wait to travel to find them if the other doesn’t find them first. He was way to fucking curious about it with how much he hated her, she never brought it up and avoided it as much as possible in conversation. Made him angry. Why he cared so much was beyond him.
“I hope I’m yours”
He froze at that. This is what he was afraid of, dating someone while in this moment of his life. It wasn’t that he didn’t want it to be with her, he really did, he loved Uraraka, but tomorrow could not only be the day she might be his, but the day he looses her. His stomach twisted. So messed up.
“Me too”
“If I’m not?”
“Hah?”
She sat up, looking into his eyes, “if I’m not your soulmate. What will happen?”
His breath hitched. Fuck if he knew. “Nothing. I guess my soulmate will have to fuck off.”
She gave him a wry smile, “you know that can’t happen. They are someone who is destined to you. I wouldn’t keep you away from that.”
He stared at her, brows furrowing as he read her uneasy expression. Too fucking easy to read. Her emotions were an open book, like fucking deku. “They don’t always end up together”
“Yeah, and that’s only a 2% chance.” She laid her head back down, clutching his shirt “you know that. We do the course every year for Soul Ties history since grade school.”
“Just shut up and watch the movie-OW”
—
Her hand slipped from his as they walked, she always did this when his hands got too sweaty. He didn’t mind, he knew it was gross, but at least the weather was getting colder and it wouldn’t be so much of a problem, except when it came to training and interning.
“Ah! Deku!” His girlfriend then branched off just as she saw the boy “I’ll see you in class” she reassured, skipping over to Midoriya
“Alright”
He wasn’t too upset about it today, she did make the act of wishing him a Happy birthday and breakfast. It still bugged him though. Damn Deku.
“Oh. Happy birthday Bakugou.”
He whipped around just to see (y/n) carrying some boxes with Shinsou, who eyed him oddly to long.
Her rolled his eyes at her “Fuck off”
The girl sighed, leaving all too soon as she hurried her steps to the classroom just as she passed him. Though Shinsou didn’t, he held the door open with his foot to let her in, his eyes boring into the blonds until he went in after her. Fuckin purple weirdo. He walked in after, setting his things down as he watched the two empty the box of text books.
“Bakugou, why don’t you make yourself useful and help.” Aizawa said as he walked in, mug in hand “oh, and happy birthday.”
“Ya got your string yet, kid?!” Mic suddenly popped in
He shook his head and grunted, going toward the box and taking out a few. He stood only to see (y/n) just by him, holding out her hands and seeming a lot more calm, yet her hands shaking a bit. He reluctantly began to stack to books onto her open arms with a heavy frown, about to grab more when she told him not to worry about it after seeing his face. She looked at the stack and they began to float, red surrounding them in a swirl with the help of her quirk. One by one they soared throughout the class as she went about and set her own down onto each desk. From the corner of his eye he could see Shinsou still staring at him. What the hell was his deal? Scoffing, bakugou went to sit at his seat and unload his bag for the day.
“Don’t go unpacking now,” Mic popped back in, “you all are going to Gym Gamma later today to train.”
“Can we choose partners?” Shinsou asked
“If your saying that you want to fight (L/n), then no. You need variety.” Aizawa turned to his husband, “Actually that wouldn’t be a bad idea, we should choose their partners based one what they need to work on. We’ve been doing too much independent insurance training and not enough one on one.”
…
“Bakugou! Anything yet?”
“No shitty hair, now fuck off”
“He’s been moody today, I wouldn’t budge.” (Y/n) popped in, patting the reds back. Kirishima smiled in understanding, going to walk with her to the chalk bed. Bakugou followed behind, sneering.
“I’m not fucking moody”
She looked up, meeting his eyes for a second “no, your moody. More than normal.” She said nonchalantly.
kirishima laughed as bakugou growled, looking back at (y/n) “wanna train with me today? I want to see how long I can stay hard while you continuously throw rocks at me”
The girl broke out giggling, “oh? I never knew that kind of stuff turned you on” she joked, making kirishima blush furiously
“I-I-I- don’t- I d- didn’t mean it like that!” He stuttered “(L/nnnn)” he whined
“So who is it? Mina? Kamanari?” She gasped “bakugou” she whispered
He stumbled back “stop it!”
The group broke into a fit of laughter, the rest of the squad beginning to tease their un breakable friend as he groaned.
“I’m just messing with you.” (Y/n) snorted “sensei said he’s choosing partners, sorry. But if you want to after school sometime this week we can.”
Kirishima nodded, still getting teased even after Aizawa came to post the names on the board. Bakugou found himself quickly leaving the situation, not able to stand it. He didn’t feel like dealing with the drama right now and instead went to look at the board.
Partners: Bakugou and Koda
“Aw, looks like we don’t get to be together birthday boy” Uraraka popped up
He grunted, “don’t know what the fuck they want me to do with someone who can’t even get a word out” he turned, looking at koda, only for the shy boy to startle and hide his face. His phone pinged.
Mom: 2:02pm exactly
That’s the time he was born, just some hours from now. His brows furrowed, feeling eyes on him as he quickly looked up, his eyes meeting with familiar (e/c) ones. (Y/n) startled, quickly looking back over to her friend and hiding behind him. Shinsou looked back down at her then at bakugou, humming and turning to face her.
“2:02 huh?” Uraraka commented
Bakugous eyes darted to hers, eyeing as she watched his phone carefully. He turned it off, hating when she did that. It’s not that he was hiding anything, he just wished she’d trust him more, they had been dating almost a year after all. They made sure not to grow too attached, knowing this day would come for the both of them.
“Yeah…”
“Will you tell me?”
“Hah?”
“If I’m it or not.”
He stared at her for a moment before looking away “there would be no reason to lie.”
She didn’t respond, instead nodding and looking at the board to see her fighting partner. He didn’t bother holding the conversation, instead going to the mat to stretch and warm up. Class began and each student was given their own space to work and fight. The whole day was spent training by like normal, waiting out the time as stolen glances were taken by Uraraka. As if a magnet, lots of the class stopped to watch two of some of the most powerful students of the grade battle.
(Y/n) and deku went at each other, throwing punch after punch and red and green flying through the air like a light show. He didn’t blame the others getting entranced because it was indeed an interesting fight. Truthfully both could kill each other but they clearly backed off since it was just training…and the wrath of Aizawa if they did cross that mark. It truly was a sight to watch. Remembering, he pulled his phone out from his pocket.
2:00
Really now? Two minutes until his life changed. He looked up only to see Uraraka already looking at him, jaw clenching. He looked down, sighing as the clock clicked again, a minute left.
Suddenly he felt as though air was knocked out of his lungs, having to take a step back as red embers enflamed him. He looked around, seeming to be the only one able to see this as most still had their attention drawled to the fight. Bakugou clutched at his chest, feeling a tightness wrap around his ring finger, glancing down just to see a thin red thread form into a neat bow around it. He watched as it began to grow in length, following it around him and head on into the fight. Color flew, clashing with the red and green on the mat as it began to tangle with the two- no, not with the two- with (y/n). She fought as if nothing was happening, eyes still with Dekus as she dodged his attacks, sending her own kick. As she landed, a bright light encased her, settling as the other side of his string, which he could only see, tied around her finger.
No one noticed a thing, nothing changed but for him as he felt his body wanting to pull toward hers. It was like a magnet. It was nearly physically and emotionally impossible to be so far. His soul and heart tugged, screaming at him to be closer to the girl out of no where. The embers faded, although the feeling wouldn’t stop and it was getting more difficult to just stand there and not run to her. (Y/n) was his soulmate. (Y/n) who he’s known since first year but never truly talked too. (Y/n) who rivaled in anything and everything he did. (Y/n) who has made him so angry with her success, he’s done more than threaten her. It hurt thinking the last part, she was victim to his bullying. Hell, he treated her with the same kindness he did deku in grade school just because he had found someone he couldn’t beat, yet was tied with. Apparently he tired with her in more ways than one.
Aizawa called for the two students to stop, both Deku and (y/n) panting from the match. They called good game, the girl stopping and raising a brow as her eyes briefly met with his own. She again startled, and for the first time he knew why. This whole time (y/n) knew. Her soulmate wasn’t some random person across Japan or the world, it was him, and she fucking knew it. She knew all this time. It was her classmate, her classmate who had been nothing but rude and deceiving to her. Who ignored her because of his own ego. No wonder she didn’t say anything, she probably hated the result.
(Y/n) quickly looked away, stepping down from the mat as she scurried off to her best friend. Shinsou. The violet looked at him just as she was down, glancing away. Bakugou had no doubt in his mind the purple idiot had known this whole time too. No fucking wonder he was so goddamn protective. He could visibly see her body begin to shake, holding her hands out as to show Shinsou all the while she glanced back at the blond, every time jumping a bit more. She looked anxious as fuck and his chest fell at the sight. God damn it, what was happening to him? Before this stupid tie thing he wouldn’t have even bothered giving her a second glance unless it meant paying attention to pass her up, now it burned to even think about not looking at her every second. What. The. Hell.
Shinsou planted a hand on her shoulder as he lead her out, stopping to talk to Aizawa while he nodded, letting the two leave early.
“Anything?”
Bakugou jumped, literally jumped as he averted his gaze and whipped around to see Uraraka. She stared at him cursorily, but worry filled her eyes. He was at a loss for words, blinking until she sighed and shook her head.
“I’m not it am I?”
He blinked again, clenching his jaw and shaking his head too “tch... no”
She nodded, giving him a small smile before coming closer to kiss his cheek “I’m not going to force anything. Are they close though?”
Be stayed silent, averting his eyes and nodding. There was no use in lying, but he wasn’t going to speak either. He felt bad, it was his girlfriend after all-well, I guess now ex-girlfriend. But if she wasn’t it then she too was going to find her other half, and that made him feel less guilty. She nodded again, turning and going to her group of friends.
“Yo Bakubro! Wanna get early dinner to celebrate? Aizawa called class off early and we have time to go into town before curfew!” Kirishima chirped, following mina, Kamanari and Sero. They came to a stop after seeing their friends expression.
“Bakugou?” Mina asked cautiously
“Yo man…your looking really pale” Sero added
The blond stared at the ground for a moment “yeah that sounds fine.” He took a deep breath, looking at his friends who stared at him curiously. He frowned, rolling his eyes “are we going or not? I want spicy Raman.” They perked, nodding and beginning to sing happy birthday as they walked. He yelled at them to shut up but it didn’t make a ding, after all he didn’t actually mind, she wouldn’t leave his head.
—
Bakugou had been silent the whole time, only speaking to order his food and yell when they got it wrong. He even ignored all the questions about his string from the group, shrugging them off and telling them it was non of their business. After a while he found himself lost, staring his his empty Raman bowl. His heart hadn’t stopped tugging, trying to get him to turn around and go back to (y/n).
Is this what she is feeling, has been feeling? For all this time she’s had to keep herself from him, no wonder she kept her distance the past few months. She’d reject fighting with him when it came to training and even stopped hanging out with the gang so often. He wondered how much it hurt when he still insulted her so hatefully, or ignored her when she asked him a question. Cause right now, right her just trying to be away from him was like a stab to the heart.
“I got my string” he mumbled, making the table settle to silence
“What?”
“Really?!”
“Is it someone in class?”
“That’s amazing!”
“It’s…(L/n)”
The table again went quiet, all gaping at him as he averted his eyes. He shut them tightly, sighing loudly.
“Yeah yeah I know I know.” He continued “I don’t know how the hell this is going to work either”
“Bro!” Kirishima stood
“Your kidding?!” Mina sang “(L/n)?! That so cute!”
“Damn you got (L/n)? One less girl to ask on a date” Kamanari sighed, earring a slap from Sero
“Dude she wouldn’t anyway- she already got her’s remember-“ Sero stopped, the table realizing too and looking at bakugou “mi amigo…”
Bakugou stood abruptly too, fuming “yeah she knew this whole time! Well guess what? I wouldn’t want me either so no wonder she didn’t say anything! Who the fuck wants to be with someone who treats you like shit and only does things with you so they can prove better?! I fucking wouldn’t! But now my god damn finger has this fucking thing around it and-” he grabbed the invisible string only he could see, just raising more confusion to the people around him as he grabbed it with both hands and tried to break it “And it-“ he grunted as he kept trying to break the magical string “I just- it won’t-agh!” His chest rose and fell, giving up as the whole restaurant fell silent and began staring at the table. He scoffed, grabbing his jacket and storming out of the place with the group running behind.
“Just fuck off” he hissed, quickening his steps but to no avail.
“Just wait a second!” Mina went to stand in front of him “did you stop to think that maybe she didn’t want to freak you out? Maybe it’s better she kept it to herself and let you have your time until then.”
“Yeah man- I doubt it’s because your attitude. (L/n) has never talked bad about you so I don’t think that’s it.” Kirishima added
Bakugou felt something lift off his chest, chewing on his gums and his fist balled.
“She might have thought you wouldn’t believe her” Sero suggested
“What about Uraraka?” Kamanari bumped in, getting another slap from Sero
Bakugou hummed “broke up. Nothing serious, we knew this might happen. I just- it’s weird to just leave her and be expected to love (L/n)”
“You don’t love (L/n)?” Mina questioned
“I do! Well- I think? I do now! This stupid soulmate shit messed with my head. It’s like a fuckin switch clicked and fuck- I went from hating her guts to wanting to die right now just because she’s not next to me.”
They all cooed, just making the blond more upset “we aren’t making fun of you man it’s just- I think you need to calm down.”
“Yeah…” Mina trailed “What’s it like?”
“Hah?”
“Ya know- finally finding your partner! (y/n) of course never said anything and your the first beside her out of our class!”
A blush found his cheeks “I don’t know…nice I guess. Not right now though, my fucking heart won’t stop hurting.
“Awwww” Mina swooned
“SHUT UP!”
“Well that’s what happens when your too far away, at least that’s what we learned.” Sero went on “we should bring you back to the dorms, at least you be in the same building.
Bakugou nodded, giving in and letting the group walk him back, refusing to talk about it more. Fuck.
…
“You should stop shaking”
“Thanks shinsou, really helping”
He shrugged “just calm down, maybe he still hasn’t gotten it yet”
“No I felt it, it was faint but it was there. He knows”
The violet tutted, taking a sip of his drink “well…at least it’s the weekend tomorrow.”
(Y/n) groaned, setting down her milkshake and letting her head fall in her hands “he hates me. He’s probably already told Uraraka too and she’s probably upset. I think I’m going to die, I’ll just make a burrow in my pillows and never leave.” She turned to her friend “will you bring me snacks if I text you?”
Shinsou laughed, nodding “your going to have to face him eventually”
She groaned again “never mind I choose death. It’s too weird, we never talk anyway and I don’t expect him to want me back.”
“Doesn’t it hurt?”
“Bad” she admitted “my body hasn’t stopped throbbing since then and the headaches are worse, the neediness is terrible, but I wasn’t just going to randomly touch him. That’s weird and only a reason for him to dislike me more.”
“Jeez, I thought finding your soulmate was supposed to be magical.” Shinsou sighed “sounds like misery.”
“Trust me, it was great in the moment. But if you can’t talk, be near, or touch them at all it sucks.”
“Stop avoiding him then. Then you’ll feel better.”
“If I did that I think it would have just broken me more to know that he was still choosing Uraraka. I know you haven’t gotten yours yet, but apparently when you love someone a lot it hurts like a bitch when they don’t love you back.” She gave him a sad smile
He returned it “I know the feeling” her smiled tugged down again as she remembered and he rose a hand quickly “no I- I don’t mean it like that. Well I did but-“ he sighed “I know you don’t return my feelings, and I’m okay with it. Knowing that in just a few months I’ll find mine is better. But I’m more worried about you, I love you and I don’t want to see you get hurt. I’d rather see you happy because I know I’ll feel the same when I meet my person. So don’t worry about me, it’s nothing you can control at the end of the day.”
“This whole thing is so messed up” she grumbled, hopping off the kitchen counter and putting her dirty cup in the sink, she squeezed his hand “I think I’m going to try and sleep”
“Hey (Y/n)”
“Yeah?”
“Don’t go running away from it, I hate seeing you do this to yourself just because you think it will protect the fucker. Your my friend and I won’t hesitate to do something about it, even if I don’t like him”
She snorted, lightening the mood “I still think yours going to be Kamanari” she guessed
He rolled his eyes, smirking but blushing a bit “he’s straight.”
“He thinks and says that that, but he talks about you an awful lot~”
He chuckled, shanking his head “night”
“Night” and she was off, heading up the stairs to her room.
Just then the front doors to the commons opened, Shinsou turning to see the squad. He made contact with bakugou, raising his brows and taking a sip from his shake.
Bakugou growled “you fuckin knew the whole time didn’t you?”
Shinsou shrugged “yeah, but at least (y/n) will stop having to wait. That’s all i care about” and he put his cup in the sink, shoving his hands in his pockets and going into the elevator.
“Oh fuck this shit” the blond hurried his steps, leaving the group and stopping the elevator doors from opening, selecting her floor while watching Shinsou smirk. As the levels passed, it stopped at the second floor to the girls side and he walked out, grumbling under his breath until the doors shut and he was alone in the hall. Outside of her dorm, he took a deep breath before knocking.
“Shinsou” he heard her muffled on the other side as the door opened “I told you I’m fine- eek!” Suddenly the door was being slammed in his face
He blinked, glaring at said door and yelled “Oi! Don’t go shutting me up! Open the damn door!”
“Id rather not!”
He was definitely about to explode but he stopped himself, knocking lighter “come out so I can see you, dumbass. I’m not mad”
There was a hesitation before the knob jiggled, the door slowly opening again but to a crack as he looked down to see her. (Y/n)s eyes were glued to her feet, gripping the door at a vice grip as she spoke “look, y-you- I know your upset- I wouldn’t want me either-“ she gasped as the door was pushed back and she stumbled, caught by strong arms which quickly pulled her in and held her tight.
“Fuckin finally” bakugou sighed, letting his head fall to her shoulder as he held her close to him “thought I was going to fucking explode.” Felt nice finally touching her
Her hands trembled just above him, slowly falling to hug him back. Just as she did she felt her body melt into his, groaning at the touch.
“Oi, don’t make it weird.” She stiffened, retreating her hands and pulling away. He caught her again, tightening his hold so she couldn’t leave “I didn’t mean- shit- just- fucking hell don’t let go”
Her hands stayed afloat, he didn’t mean to make her jumpy again “s-sorry I just-“ his hand led up from the small of her back to her head, gently scratching her scalp. She nearly purred, groaning again and clinging to him just mer seconds later. He felt his shirt dampen, her hands clutching the material on his back hard “sorry- sorry I- it’s just been hurting so bad and- this- you make it stop”
He chest began to ache. He thought it was unbearable to be away from her when he found out, the string making him long for her as it had began to physically and mentally take a toll on him. If that’s how she felt too then he couldn’t imagine what pain she was feeling, the utter agony of having to hide this for months. God why the hell was he feeling so…fluffy? Ew.
He pulled back, her hands flying to the front of his shirt so quickly it made his heart break. She thought he was going to let go. He took hold of her hands, placing them gently in his own and the on his waist. He moved his to her cheeks, looking at her. Truly looking at her. The bags under her eyes were indeniable, knowing they hadn’t been there before.
“Should have fuckin said something”
She shook her head, tears brimming again “I didn’t want to make you mad” she mumbled, looking away
“Don’t give a shit”
She scoffed a bit “you say that now. But your already with Uraraka-“
“Was”
She froze, hiccuping “I’m sorry- I didn’t mean too make you two-“
He flexed his thumbs against her cheeks, making her look up at him as he gave her a serious look “Oi- it ain’t your fault. It was going to happen”
“But-“
He squished her cheeks between his palms “stop it. Stop thinking about it. Its stupid” (Y/n)s lip wobbled and she gripped his wrist as she cried. Bakugou felt himself begin to panic, eyes frantically searching until he just pulled her in again. “I mean- it’s not stupid-“
“N-no I- I know you don’t like me-“
“Who the hell said that” he blushed
“Well-“
he sighed “I wouldn’t be your soulmate if I didn’t like you. Hell (L/n) I fucking love you. Don’t know when it fucking happened but I do and yeah I dated Uraraka-“ he pulled back to look into her eyes “but she doesn’t fucking compare- fuck, this whole time it was you and I think that’s why I was drawn to you so much since 1st year. The cussing and bullying be damned because it meant I was next to you. I know I shouldn’t expect you to forgive me for being such an ass and I’m going to work on it but- god damn it- I’m here. Ya don’t have to like me either but I’m fuckin here.”
“Heh…I always liked…you” she refused to meet his red eyes at that
He stared at her for a second, just feeling the guilt bubble in him more “I was a fucking jerk” he grumbled, fiddling with her fingers in his hands. She was about to open her mouth but he cut her off “don’t go sayin it’s fine cause it’s not.” He went to let go just for a second, but she grabbed his hands again, her jaw clenching as she held tight like he was her life line
“Just a little longer…please”
Shit, he was definitely not letting go. He didn’t want to. It felt to good, his body stopped aching and he felt whole again with her hands in his. Knowing she had been that way for so long- Biting his gums again, he caught her wrist, opening her door and leading her back in her room, shutting it behind. She stammered, blushing uncontrollably as he set her on the bed “this fine?” He asked before sitting down. She got ahold of herself, nodding as he got in and she immediately wrapped her arms around him, he did too.
“We’ll figure this the fuck out” he mumbled reassuringly “just- don’t go feeling that way. If you start hurting again just tell me.”
When I say “let people ship what they want” I mean stuff like silly crack ships or crossover ships or shipping OCs with canon characters. Incest and pedophilia ships are always shit.
Any combination of Geralt Eskel and Lambert has always felt reallyyyyyy uncomfy to me and like they’re not biologically related but they’re still brother.
(Also, to what extent would they actually share some dna now because of the mutagens from the Witcher trials?)
Doesn’t matter it’s “fictional” and “no ones getting hurt” one would hope you have morals that automatically disgust you to the idea but if you don’t, the children that are going to be exposed to the ship and ship content by their groomer in normal to normalize it for them aren’t fictional. Survivors have spoken up. Don’t do it.
For incest, same concept, people will use it in order to say “see? this is okay.” It’s not okay. You’re never going to be able to have a healthy relationship in a family dynamic. Including cousins no matter how distant.
I’ve seen a lot of posts on my dash tonight about users who are threatening suicide, with other Tumblr members posting in effort to try to get ahold of them. I think you all should see this:
IF THERE IS EVER A TUMBLR USER WHO HAS POSTED A GOOD-BYE MESSAGE, SUICIDE NOTE, VIDEO, OR ANYTHING OF THE SORT, PLEASE FOLLOW THIS POST.
1. Scroll to the top of your dashboard.
2. See the circular question mark icon at the top? It’s the third one over from your home symbol. Click on that, and a screen similar to the one in the picture will come up.
3. Where you can type in questions, the box with the magnifying glass at the top, type in the word “suicide.”
4. Click on the first link that shows up. It should say, “Pass the URL of the blog on to us.”
5. Type in the user’s URL and tell Tumblr admin that the user is contemplating suicide and has posted a message indicating that they are going through with it or will be attempting. Hit send! Tumblr administration will perform a number of actions to contact the user and take the necessary steps to prevent the suicide.
TUMBLR: THIS COULD SAVE A USER’S LIFE. PLEASE DO NOT IGNORE SUICIDE THREATS.
Reblog this to keep other users aware. Suicide isn’t a joke, and neither is someone’s life. If you didn’t know this, someone else may not, either. Pass it on.
I reblogged this last month, tagged it, and said “might as well see if it works.” I used this video as a reference to find all the forms that i needed (which is A LOT, especially if you’re a dependent) and sent them through the mail, not really allowing myself to hope.
dude.
$2,714 of medical debt from my top surgery - gone. im shaking this was such a weight on me for 2 years and it fucking worked. what the fuck.
