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darkacademicfrom2021 · 3 years

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Away. So, so far away.

"There wasn’t a single moment where he could forget how fragile you were. How different your life span was compared to his —he wanted to give you all of his enormity, all of the years that wore too big on his bland and heavy life.

He couldn’t keep you by his side forever".

Pairing/s: Loki x reader, Bucky x reader

There's 2 alternative endings, a "choose your own adventure" kind of thing.

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Warnings: angst. God, believe me, this is so fucking sad. Sorry about that. Some fluff, implied smut, Odin and Frigga's A+ parenting (/s). Thor being a little bitch. Reader not wanting kids.

Total word count: 16,3K (this was supposed to be an oneshot???)

Chapter word count: 4,6K

If you had to choose the best outcome from working with the Avengers (or, more specifically, under the economic decisions of Tony Stark), it had to be the hotels he chose for the team on the missions.

The rooms were always a bliss —you would’ve never gone to such fancy places if it were up to you. You didn’t think it was worth the money at all, and you didn’t fit into the overpriced lifestyle of those who loved the five-stars everything.

But your work was something you had to do, and, let’s say the comfortable beds, big bathrooms and incredibly talented chefs making your breakfast wasn’t something you had to work hard for you to enjoy.

And now, as your sore muscles ached and your fogged head went everywhere and anywhere, you thanked greatly to be able to be there that night. Peaceful. Tranquility washing over your back in the form of drops of water.

The mirror was covered with steam and a curtain blocked your way, but you still noticed the tall figure of Loki peeping in. You heard his clothes being dropped on the floor and you kept on putting soap over your shoulders, as if he wasn’t there. You were so, so tired, you didn’t even realize that the shower was a little bit too hot for your lover. It even was too hot for you, too.

“Damn”, he gasped as he flinched away from the water. You woke up from your daydreaming and immediately turned the cold water on. The mixture of them formed a perfectly tepid temperature you both could tolerate. You learnt the hard way Loki showered on such cold water your lips would turn blue. “You alright, dear?”, he asked from behind you.

“Yeah, a little tired, not more”.

“You need some rest, take the day off tomorrow, would you?”, he purred on your ear with his hands on your shoulders, giving you a soft massage. His hands moved up to your hair, and he soon began cleaning it himself. He loved to do that for you, and you loved to feel his long fingers caress your scalp, the soap running down your body, the shampoo smell staining his own skin and leaving the shower smelling the same.

“I have to finish this mission up”, you mumbled. “But once we’re back to the compound you bet we’re taking a day off together. You must be tired too”.

“Not that much, but I can’t deny a day off with you”, you felt him smile, even though you weren’t facing him. You knew how and when he smiled; you memorized the curve of his lips and every situation it would curve. His smile did things to you. “You know I don’t get tired off of these things”.

“Yeah, it’s almost like you’re a God or something”.

You both laughed softly. He gently pulled your head back and cleaned off the shampoo. He kissed your temples, all the way down to the nape of your neck, and kept kissing each protuberance of the spine, bone by bone, as if missing one would make it feel left out. As if every inch of you, every single bit of you, deserved the same praise and the same love —it did. He made sure you knew that.

“It’ll be all over soon”, he promised in a whisper. You sighed.

“Don’t worry, my love. It will pay off”, you assured him. You turned around to face his furrowed brows. Standing in your tiptoes, you reached his forehead and planted a kiss where his frown disappeared as if by magic. “Now it’s my turn to wash your hair”. He smiled and kneeled before you, so you could reach his head.

You shampooed and conditioned his hair slowly and silently. He closed his eyes, not letting you know he was overthinking about everything he was making you do, and how much he appreciated you doing it.

“You know…”, he murmured, his deep voice almost getting mistaken by a groan if it weren’t for the clearly spoken words, “we could stop all of this, if you see it… surpassing your limitations”.

He opened his eyes and raised his head to meet yours. Those puppy eyes of his. You scoffed.

“Limitations?”, you cocked an eyebrow and smirked teasingly.

He laughed and rolled his eyes.

“You know you’re a weakie”, he said jokingly, emphasizing on how bad that word described you at his gaze. “Now, seriously. I’m aware it’s a lot. A lot, lot”.

“Love, you don’t have to keep worrying about it. I accepted because I love you so, so much. Some even could say too much”, you caressed the back of his head and sank your fingers in between the curled strands. “I may not agree with it ideologically, but I can make a little sacrifice if that means being with you for the rest of my life. And, for the record, it’s not as much as you think”.

He didn’t say anything else to that. He simply smiled again, pressed lips in the tiniest curve, as if repressing it would make it last longer, and let you wash the conditioner off him.

You could do very well with a day off, though. Between the missions that seemed to never stop and only get worse week by week, and the infinite amount of trials you had to go through by the Asgardian royals, you thought you may pass out any time soon.

The trials… ah, the weirdest thing you’ve ever had to do in your life. And that was not little to say, for you had fought freaking aliens and helped supersoldier’s wounds to heal in a matter of seconds with Stark’s subdermic nanotech.

Loki had a possibility, a chance to have everything he ever wanted to have, and he could’ve taken it. They said ‘you can have the throne now’, as if it had always been that easy, and he didn’t take it right away, as if it hadn’t been the thing he most wanted.

“The thing I most want, little darling, is you”, he told you when he explained what had happened.

And you swore he was about to propose —he almost took off a damn ring off his pocket. But he didn’t, and instead, he related carefully and detailedly what had to happen before he could marry you, if he were to get the throne. You had to show your in-laws you were a good companion for the King.

And that sucked. Why did it matter so much? You loved him and he loved you, and he was going to be a great King. That was all that mattered for both of you. But the conditions were very clear, and had no room for argument. And you wouldn’t let Loki give up his unfulfilled wish to rule the realms, nor would he give it up now that he had the chance.

So there you were, balancing between the missions and the trials. Which were very sexist, in fact. Who would’ve thought royals and Gods would be so conservative? You laughed. They varied between many housekeeping duties, archery, Asgard’s history, a lot of politics, the cooking and baking of different Asgardian treats, and a lot of those idiotic kind of trainings of putting books over your head and walking in heels. They said they had to transform an avenger into royalty, and you almost laughed in their face. Loki did.

It was impossible you'd ever actually become who they wanted you to change into. A submissive and silent companion, not possessing any other ability than smiling politely and attending your husband's needs? You were so incredibly far from even being like that, that not even Strange could see a reality in where you'd do it.

But you could pretend. You passed the first dozen trials, and passed them well. Odin had started growing a certain liking to your attitude, much unlike Frigga, who was increasingly repulsed by it. She was trying her best in transforming you, a lost cause in her eyes, into whatever she found fitting to accompany her younger son.

"Your mother's idea of a 'good' partner is very different from mine", you said over a glass of wine, waiting for dinner to finish cooking. Loki was sitting over the counter reading a book. He closed it over his lap and marked the page with a wooden spoon that was on handy.

"Mine too", he sighed. "She doesn't see that you already are perfect".

"I don't think she'd see me with your eyes".

"You must remember she was raised to be the princess that would someday marry Odin. She has no other view of marriage than… changing the true self. Much as she taught me shapeshifting, we have all learnt different ways to hide underneath a veil of lies and deceiving".

You took in his sincere words and went back to silence for a while. He didn't go back to his book, instead, he looked at you. He wanted to know what you were thinking about, but asking felt like an intrusion of some sort. You looked back at him, an invitation to ask. He then asked,

"How do you feel about it?".

You nodded with no reason to nod. Pressed your lips in a line, a smile that wouldn't form just yet. Not for this.

"I sincerely don't know", you finally said. He hummed. "I love you, that's all I know. My perception of marriage doesn't mean giving everything and everyone up. But again, in my perception of marriage I never thought I would actually marry a prince. I know this is how it is. I know this is what has to be done".

"It doesn't", he jumped off the counter and surrounded your waist with his arms, resting his head on your shoulder. "Love, this can be solved. I don't want you to resign everything and everyone. This is not how it has to go if you don't like it. Say the word. Say the word and…", he sighed.

"And you'll resign your everything and everyone?", you chuckled.

"You're my everything and everyone, I wouldn't be resigning anything I don't already have".

"Liar. You want this", you said almost in a whisper. Turning around to face him, you cupped his face and kissed his chin. "You can have it. I'm sorry, I don't want you to feel guilty".

"I have reasons to feel that way".

"I'm just being dramatic".

"You're not".

"I really am", you assured him. Love sometimes was protecting him from your thoughts. Love sometimes was waking up from a nightmare where he died and not telling him about it. Love sometimes was not worrying him and lying. Or was it? Were you protecting him or were you creating a demon? "This is your big chance. Do I have a big chance here? I don't. My big chance so far has been being by your side. You make me blindly happy. I don't care if I have to change some things to please your parents, we both know I wouldn't actually change. We can see underneath the acting. You know me".

"I know you enough…", he started saying, with no need to finish it. I know you enough to know you don't want this.

"Let's have dinner", you smiled, and he kissed your forehead.

Love sometimes was accepting, he thought. Accepting you didn't want to talk about it that much. Love sometimes was sharing time. Sharing that glass of wine while sharing moments in the kitchen. Sharing the dinner you cooked together. Sharing time. Sharing. And this… Loki knew he wasn't sharing. He was taking his chance and making you go through it without you wanting it. But you shared —your life, your motivations, your fears, most of your thoughts. And you shared your thoughts about it, yet he could sense that wasn't all. You were keeping some worries to yourself, and that was what preoccupied him the most.

In the training room, you avoided Thor’s blasts and threw your daggers, trying to practice over the little things the Queen had taught you. Loki observed from afar, not wanting to distract you. He stared proudly, knowing who he was going to marry. It was not bad at all.

You had started liking that part of the training. You catched interest for Asgard’s history, politics, and the trainings of archery and dagger-fighting. You grew fonder of the idea of living in his Palace, and, to him, nothing sounded better than you calling him my King in front of everyone. But, whatever would come for the future, would come brightly.

You weren’t closer with Thor than with any other Avenger. And you weren’t exactly friends with anyone. You got along pretty well. Tony Stark liked your fierce personality, and laughed at the contrast between your bitterness in the field to your kind essence in any other situation.

Steve Rogers constantly pointed out how hilarious it was that someone like you would end up with someone like Loki. Both took it personal —Loki thought it was an offence to him, “how could someone as caring and sweet as you end up with that mass murderer”. You thought it was an offence to you, “how could someone as dull and incompetent as you end up with a literal God”.

Natasha Romanoff… She didn’t talk much. But, unlike James, she didn’t even try to communicate. James was interesting, and you were sure you would call him a friend, someday. He wasn’t very talkative, but he was always there. Always laughed at your jokes. He memorized your coffee order. He liked the same shows you did and watched them with you, in silence. He was quiet, but his actions spoke to you much more than any other Avenger. Although, James “Bucky” Barnes, was not an Avenger. Much like Loki. He was just there, he was always helping.

“How are the trials?”, asked Thor, avoiding one of your daggers without much effort. You weren’t actually good at it. Thor had learnt to avoid them for the last thousand years.

“I have a week left, and then it’s done. I think I’m doing pretty good”, you said, hiding your exhaustion. Thor was barely moving and you couldn’t catch up to him as much as you tried. He laughed when you fell, and helped you up, only to blast you again with a tiny electric wave, that at that point you felt no more than a tingling sensation.

“My son”, heard Loki from behind him. He turned around and made a small reverence to her. She smiled and stood by his side, observing you too. “I see their determination”.

“Nothing better for a King’s companion, yes?”, he said, proud dripping off his words. Frigga rolled her eyes and nodded. She wasn’t amused that Loki, from all the choices he had, had chosen a dull midgardian to follow him for less than a century. And then he’d had to choose again. Hopefully, someone who would live longer than a damn heartbeat.

“We ought to have a little talk, boy”, she finally said, and Loki’s heart tightened with nervousness. Very few people managed to get him that nervous over a couple of words. “Join me to a more… private space”.

They walked in silence until his room seemed like the best option. Room was a formal way to call it, for it was huge as an apartment. You both had managed to make a standardized-looking studio apartment into a cozy space, decorated with care and dedication. It was obvious Loki’s good taste and your inherent warmth had a big role on the decorations.

Frigga roamed around the room, observing the hung pictures and passing a finger through the white Christmas lights. She stopped at a particular photograph of Loki and you ice skating. He was carrying you as if you were a feather-weight doll, your seemingly cold hands wrapping his blue neck. Frigga stared at the actions developing at that moment. Under your cold touch, he was half transformed in his Jötun form, completely comfortable. You looked at his eyes with a glimmer that Frigga knew it to be the same Loki looked at you with. You were both laughing, and he seemed to have carried you up bridal style only to tease you into throwing you into a snow pile.

“Mother?”, Loki pulled her off of her thoughts. She turned around. “You wished to talk about something”.

“You seem… in love”, she murmured under a confusing expression. Despite Loki’s perceptiveness, he couldn’t figure out if his mother was repressing a smile or holding back a frown of sadness. Perhaps both.

“I am, mother”, he admitted, appearing a mug of tea in her hand and inviting her to sit on one of the couches. “If I must be sincere with you, as I always have been, I don’t think I’ve ever felt this way for anyone”.

“For a mortal, Loki…”, she sighed and sipped her tea. “You know what will happen now. You’re so… attached”.

“As attached as you are to Father, not as one is to a puppy pet”, he clarified.

“But much more like a puppy pet, they’ll live less than a quarter of your life. Much less. In fact, you’ll blink twice and you’ll be by an empty space on your bed, my dear”.

“I certainly hope you’re getting to a point here”, he scoffed. He’s had this conversation countless times before, and his mother never gave in.

“There is this last thing in the trials…”, she said, raising her eyebrows and getting up to pace around the room once again, barely watching over the decens of good moments in pictures you had displayed on the wall. “One thing that has to be surely not optional”.

Loki sipped on his own tea, looking out the window. He watched the spider boy try the man of iron’s flying boots and crush against a window. It was a much better thing to have his mind on, than in what his mother had just implied.

He didn’t realize it, but a few tears formed in the corners of his eyes, and he had to swallow harder to speak his mind. The implication alone of what that meant… he knew all of this would crumble under his touch. Sooner or later, he would have to make a choice, and he’d choose the wrong thing.

Both options were the wrong thing. There was no way out. There was no right path to follow.

“There has to be a way out of this question. Of this decision”, he hurried. His mother chuckled.

“Given your reaction, son, it doesn’t sound like there’s much to decide. It’s an answered question, and we all know it”.

“Yet you thought it wise to pull them through all of these trials, all of these…”, his lips trembled, and he had to stop to take a breath. “To rouse us with the illusion of the better life we always dreamed of?”.

“I had warned you about it, Loki. There is no us in your daydream for the throne. And much less with a short-lived being such as a midgardian. I had warned you”, she repeated, and rage boiled on Loki’s veins.

“Why is it that everytime I get a glimpse of what a good future could look like, it gets destroyed before it arrives?!”, he lost his temper, raising his voice. The tea fell to the carpeted floor and he didn’t even look at it. Frigga didn’t flinch, and walked closer to him. She gave him an arm-length grab on his shoulders that was supposed to calm him down.

“Hush, little boy… this is for…”, she tried to soothe the wound she opened, but he interrupted her before she could say anything else.

“For my own good? Were you going to say that, Frigga?”, he hissed. His mother dropped the arms. She didn’t like when he called her by name. It implied things he had implied before, and were no less true than what he felt like. Apart. Away. “And must I remind you I’m not a little boy you need to protect and make decisions for? This is ridiculous. I’m given, once again, the illusion of the choice”.

“Oh, Loki, when have I ever given you a golden apple you couldn’t actually reach?”, she folded her arms, furrowing her brows. “I’ve taught you magic so you could be unstoppable. I’ve raised you equally, despite your roots. I’ve…”, she enlisted, and Loki’s chest hurt so tightly he thought he’d finally die. He couldn’t speak. “I’ve left everything to your reach. Your arm just wasn’t long enough. You could’ve stretched it further, yet you decided to go for another apple, and that, my son, is not our fault”.

Loki sat on the floor, and she stayed standing. The height difference that would always make her look up at him was now gone, dissolved as the confidence Loki had gathered in the past few years he’s been living in Midgard, away from all of those words. Away from what he considered at some point, the truth. And you weren’t there to hug him and squeeze the lies away —it wasn’t true, it wasn’t true, it wasn’t true, he repeated himself like a machine. It wasn’t true, although it felt so much like it.

“Loki? You haven’t said a word in…”, she began saying, rotting her patience of steel.

“What would you like me to say?”, he asked, blinking some tears away. He got up, not letting her see how much smaller he felt now. Words are just words. “Perhaps you could facilitate me with a script, so I would never wrong my path again, yes?”, he spat sarcastically.

“Oh, son. You musn’t…”.

“Take this personally, I’m aware. Now, if you excuse me, my beloved will come from training any time soon now, and it would be very unpleasant for you to come across them and have to greet them, right? So I’d suggest we wrap up our little chat and you go… Queen around”.

“Now, you’re being just rude. I wouldn’t wish you to fail in anything”.

“I’ve never said that. You said that I’m just too… incompetent to reach, the apples, was it? Were you talking about Iduna’s or was it a metaphor for all the things you’ve taken from me?”.

“You’re putting words in my mouth”.

“You’re right. You’ve never taken anything from me. You’ve never given them in the first place. You’ve only put them near, so I could want them enough, and then give them to your real son”.

“You’re my son, too. You’re a real son, too, Loki”, she extended her palms for him to grab, but he didn’t. Instead, he turned around.

“Excuse me. I must have misunderstood”.

“You certainly did”.

“Perhaps it’s because I live in a world of illusions, and I’m forgetting what’s real and what’s not”.

She nodded, hiding impatience. Without saying another word, she teleported away, disappearing behind a veil of yellow lights, like a flame surrounding and consuming her.

Loki dropped to the floor again, and inhaled and exhaled, inhaled and exhaled, inhaled…

“Love?”, you asked, dropping your water bottle on the table without unlocking your eyes from him. You kneeled next to him immediately. “Love, what’s happening? Are you bad?”.

If he wasn’t in such a state, he would’ve laughed at the comparison of what caring for the other meant in your eyes and his family’s.

He didn’t let you see his face —torn apart, wet with cold tears that solidified to the touch of his skin, the blue form that couldn’t hide when he was too upset, or too broken, like he was right then.

He sank in your arms, hugging you as tightly as he allowed himself to. Grasping for your touch, for you to never leave him, for your soul to never leave your body and stay with him for the rest of his life.

His mother was right, he thought. He was all she said he was, and that hurt him. But it stung him even more when he knew how right she was about his short-lived being beloved. He was going to pull away from your hug and you would take a few more breaths, and that was it. And your worried face, frowning your expression as you couldn’t see what had taken over his lover this time, would become cold as marble.

“Please, please—I can’t live without you, not like this—not anymore”, he sobbed over your neck, sinking deeper into the embrace you would oh so tightly hold and hold —you wouldn’t let him go, not ever, not if you had the chance to. And Loki knew you would actually do it. He’d lose you because you would never agree to that, and with good reason.

“You don’t have to, I’m not leaving. I’m here, Loki. I’m here, love, and you’re alright. Deep breaths, breathe with me, love, come, breathe with me”, you helped him calm down, rubbing big circles on his back, your palms open and warm trying to cover the immensity of him compared to you.

There wasn’t a single moment where he could forget how fragile you were. How different your life span was compared to his —he wanted to give you all of his enormity, all of the years that wore too big on his bland and heavy life.

He couldn’t keep you by his side forever.

He could, on the other hand, keep you as far as he could manage to.

He was already stable, now. You cuddled him on the couch, weighted blanket surrounding his body, a few ice cubes inside a bag for his forehead and neck —you knew it would always make him feel less pushed, keeping his Aesir form costed an extra amount of energy he sometimes couldn’t handle to bare— and your hand kept brushing his hair, braiding it, letting him know he was safe.

He opened his eyes and there you were —an angel, a healer caring for his wounds. He sighed at your sight, and embarrassed himself for even thinking about it. No, no. Of course he would choose you. He would never choose the throne if he had to give you up. He wouldn’t be able to live with himself.

He raised a hand to cup your cheek.

“I’m sorry”, he whispered.

“Don’t be”, you assured.

“I… I have to ask”.

“Tell me”.

And so he asked,

“Would you, ever, at any given point of your life, want to have a child with me?”.

You stayed silent. You looked at him, every bit of his face, every expression that would tell you what he was actually thinking about. Why was he asking this now? After all of this? He knew the answer, why would he bring it up again?

And then it hit you.

“Your Mother was here”, you lowered your gaze. Your legs started bouncing.

“She was”.

“This is a condition”.

“It is”.

“Heir”.

“Not more and not less”.

“What will we do?”, you asked, raising your eyebrows. As you looked for Loki’s eyes to be wet, to have any emotion of regret, they weren’t. He was hiding them very well.

“We will stay here. No more trials. No more boring royal things for you to learn”.

“This can’t be possible”, you frowned in concern. “Loki, this is the thing you most want. You can’t give it up for this”.

“For what? For being with the love of my life? I certainly can and will”, he smiled. It was a sad smile, you noticed. His eyes couldn’t hide what his lips tried to. He noticed you didn’t believe him. “We’ve talked about this over and over. I will bargain more. But as for now, I can see the most likely option will be this one. I propose we get comfortable. You once talked about a house by the mountains and cats, right?”.

“Don’t change the topic, mister”, you frowned and he laughed. You hugged him tightly, and murmured in his ear “are you sure you want this?”.

“So, so sure, my little darling”.

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ko-riacchi · 4 years

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Pairing: Bakugo x F!Reader Genre: Smut Length: 5.3k

This is a work that I’ve written years ago but now with this whole social distancing, I’ve got lots of time on my hands and thought, I’d try out actually posting stuff on tumblr. Please be kind to me. (Also I didn’t proofread this at all, so there may be a shitton of errors)

You were standing inside of a warehouse on the outskirts of town, in front of you the boss an illegal prostitution ring. After the police had investigated his case for months, they had finally been able to figure out where he was going to appear and had requested the hero agency that you were working for to go and capture the brains of the ring and whoever was with him at the moment.

To your left and right were several other pro heroes. Three were glancing at your opponent as well; a few others were already fighting with several of his henchmen.

You were still trying to come up with a plan on how to detain him, being cautious as none of you had any information on his quirk, when you detected a sudden movement to your right and saw one of your colleagues, Katsuki Bakugo, charging at the boss. Figured that he wouldn't have enough patience to calmly evaluate the situation and figure out his quirk, and instead rely on his raw power alone to just punch the villain into submission.

“Damn," you heard your other colleague mutter under his breath and you both watched as Bakugo tried to land a hit on this guy. Smoke engulfed the scene and none of you were able to see clearly for a second. Your other colleague cleared it with his wind quirk and it became clear that even though the villain appeared to be of a rather unathletic built, he had managed to dodge Bakugo's explosive attack and was currently bolting to the exit – and fast too.

Up until now you had just watched the scene play out, waiting for the moment that your power was needed. This moment was now. Your quirk made it easy for you to intercept and cut of his way of escape.

You boosted yourself to the exit, turning around to face the villain and closed in on him. Bakugo, sporting a pissed off grin now, was doing the same from behind him, effectively sandwiching the villain between the two of you. The boss took a look behind him and saw the hero approaching. He had seen his quirk and probably wasn't keen on trying his luck for a second time, so he charged at you, figuring your quirk had something to do with speed rather than simple destructive power.

You watched him running towards you and decided to take him heads on. If his quirk had been something offensive he would've used it already, right?

It took you only a fraction of a second to reach him, passing him on the right, stretching out your left leg which caused the villain to trip. Instantly, you grabbed his hand, twisted it behind his back and forced him to the ground. One of your knees pressed into his lower back, steadying yourself on the ground next to his head with the hand that was not restraining him.

Bakugo came to a halt next to you and let out an unsatisfied growl, annoyed that he had missed his chance to blast the bastard into oblivion. You turned your head to him.

“You got handcuffs? Don't really wanna lean on his back until the police arrives." Bakugo let out a “tsk" sound and reached behind him to get a pair of handcuffs that were hanging from his belt. You watched him, your attention away from the criminal for a second. The villain used this moment to use what little mobility he had left and stretched his neck, giving your hand and arm a nasty, wet lick, almost reaching your elbow with his tongue before you could react and slam his head into the concrete with your slobber covered hand.

“Ew!" you screamed and pushed your knee farther into his back, eliciting a groan from him. “You taste good, missy," he chuckled.

“What was that supposed to be?" you questioned him. The hand that held his wrist behind his back tightened and you heard him hiss quietly. He chuckled again, his words sounding muffled since he was still pressed into the concrete by your hand. “Let's just call this a parting gift for your good work, Miss Hero."

You were startled for a second but before you could question him further, Bakugo was next to you and took his free hand, snapping the cuff on him. You let go of his other hand, your knee still on his back, and waited until Bakugo had him securely. Slowly, you stood up and dusted off your clothes, even though they weren't all that dirty. You turned to Bakugo, who in the meantime had lifted the villain by his cuffed hands and showed him your arm. “Dude just licked me," you told him and proceeded to rub at the slobber furiously, not cleaning but rather spreading it, but at least it dried faster that way and it didn't feel as bad as before. First thing you were going to do once you were home was a nice, long shower to rid yourself of that pervert's saliva. You could still feel a tingling sensation and it disgusted you. Bakugo didn't answer you but instead walked towards the exit of the warehouse, dragging the villain by the cuffs. Outside you could already hear the faint sound of approaching police cars and you joined the other pro heroes outside, for the first time taking in just how many villains you had captured. It must've been around 15 in total, all of them in cuffs and held by one of your colleagues.

Once the police had arrived, you handed the villains over to the police who put them into the back of several larger transport vehicles. Now that the fight was over and the villains were off to the police station, a sigh left your lips. Even though you had been in the hero business for several years already, every fight filled you with adrenaline. You never knew what you would encounter that day or whether this fight would be your last or not. Your body hummed as the tension left it and you turned towards Bakugo. “So, that was it. Guess that means we're free to go now. Just gotta head over to the agency to report." Instead of answering, Bakugo started to walk towards your agency and you followed him quickly. You and Bakugo did not talk at all. Still, you knew by his fast pace that he was still annoyed, and you struggled to keep up with him, your pulse quickening and you body temperature going up. Strange, you thought, I'm this out of breath from just following him, I must be really out of shape. I didn't even use my quirk that much. I guess I'll have to up my training schedule. The walk continued in silence, you knew better than to try and talk to Bakugo when he was like that, even though you had been told by some of his old classmates from high school that he must've been even worse during his teenage years. This left you with time to think about the events that had happened. In the end, the villain never had used his quirk. Maybe he had been quirkless after all?

You reached the agency and continued on to the office of the hero you were working for. Curtly explaining that everything had gone according to plan (you left out the part of Bakugo charging in, because everything turned out all right after all), you two were excused for the day, since it had originally been your day off.

Now you really couldn't wait to reach the comfort of your home. Your boss's office was way too hot and it made you sweat. You entered the elevator, Bakugo beside you, and pressed the button for the first floor. The door closed and you two were once more engulfed in silence. Your body still hadn't cooled down and you were breathing heavily. You got out on the first floor and headed to the door. From this point onwards Bakugo and you would split, each going to their own respective homes.

“See you at work tomorrow, Bakugo," you told him, earning a nod from him. He turned around to leave and you were about to do the same, when you saw him stop and face you once more. “Oi," he called. Confused you looked up at him. “Everything alright?" he asked, trying to make it seem like he wasn't concerned – which of course he wasn't.

“Yeah," you answered. “I'm fine. Guess I'm just a bit out of shape and the boss's office was a bit too hot for me." Bakugo looked at you, not really convinced by your answer but shrugged with his shoulders nonetheless and left.

You started your walk home as well. When you had started at your agency, you had moved to a small apartment that was a mere 20-minute walk away. Even though it was just a small walk, by the time you had reached your apartment, you were totally out of breath, still feeling way too hot in your clothes, even though it wasn't that warm outside. The tingling that you had felt when the villain had licked you had returned as well, this time making your whole body feel weird.

You opened the door to your apartment, closed it behind you and let out a big sigh. Something didn't feel right, you admitted to yourself. Still you continued on to the living room, starting to take off your hero costume while walking, feeling the slight dampness that came from your sweating. You threw the top onto the floor and your pants followed quickly. Exhausted you slumped onto your living room couch. For a minute you just lay there, trying to calm your breathing. Instead of calming down though, it seemed that it only got worse. Now you were panting. Still you didn't get up and just hoped that whatever had affected you would pass. Ten minutes ticked by and your hopes went unfulfilled. You were still feeling like you just had run a marathon, your body now uncomfortably pulsing and your blood rushing through your veins.

Sluggishly, you reached towards your cellphone and opened your contacts. Your message was short, a small and simple “I need you to get here. Quick." was all it said. Why you sent that message to Bakugo of all people you didn't know. Maybe because he was the last person that you had seen before heading home, maybe it was because he was there with you when you captured the villain. Because now you were sure that it must have had something to do with him but in your current state you could not concentrate enough to make sense of the situation. Even though Bakugo was rash and impulsive, he was not stupid and could actually think logically.

On shaking legs, you stood up and went to your closet, pulling out a simple tank top and short combi, since Bakugo probably wouldn't appreciate you opening the door in your underwear. You pulled the tank top over your head and felt restricted immediately. Nothing I can do about that now, you thought and lifted on of your legs to step into your shorts. The other did the same thing and you pulled the pants up. During this process, your hand grazed the region between your legs and you let out an involuntary gasp. Your eyes widened in confusion and morphed to understanding a second later. Finally, it had clicked in your head. You were aroused, painfully so!

Your hand trembled as you reached down again and carefully touched the sensitive area. You hissed at the contact and closed your eyes as you thought about it. You didn't have a lot of time left before Bakugo would be here but still... now that you knew what was wrong with you, you could maybe take care of your problem before he came. He would probably be mad that you had called him here for nothing but then again, when was Bakugo ever not angry? With your decision made, you took a step backwards and let yourself fall onto your bed. Not bothering to take off your pants or panties, your hand crept beneath the material and a needy moan left your lips. Your hand delved deeper and you were surprised at how wet you were. Gasping, your hand pushed past your folds and quickly you established a fast pace, trying to get off as quick as possible. Your other hand soon joined and rubbed your clit. Within a minute you came all over your hand, moaning loudly as you threw you head around in passion. Your hands stopped, and you lay there just trying to catch your breath. After two minutes however, you realized that your predicament had not gotten any better, if anything it left you feeling hornier than before – panting, sweating and still itching for a touch.

Before you could think about a possible second round, your doorbell rang. You got up from your bed, your legs shaking, and made your way to the door.

Quickly, you opened it and stepped to the side to let Bakugo in. The door closed with a soft thump behind him and you turned toward your coworker. Whatever Bakugo had wanted to say – no doubt a snappy remark about being called to you – caught in his throat when he took in your appearance: flushed skin, a thin film of sweat covering your body and your breath coming out in small pants. “...The fuck is wrong with you?!" he exclaimed.

“Come in, we need to talk," you told him, going towards the sofa, continuing as you were walking. “I think that villain did something. I need you to help me figure out what and how to get rid of it."

“If he really did something, you should not be sitting here idly discussing it with me! We need to get you to the hospital first!" Bakugo retorted and grabbed your hand to pull you to the door.

What he hadn't noticed so far was how unsteady your footing was, so we you were turned around by his pull your legs gave out and you stumbled – right onto him.

Bakugo had not expected this and you both tumbled on the floor. For one second, everything seemed to stop. Your face was right in front of his. He looked at you with surprised eyes, the same type of look that you knew you were sporting as well. During the fall your hands had extended beside him, so luckily you hadn't butted heads with him. Still, your legs were a tangled mess. One of his legs was to your side while the other one was between your own. Intending to get up, the lifted his right leg – the one between yours – to get up and his thigh touched your covered core. The moan that involuntarily left your lips now made you blush madly and your hand shot up to cover your mouth.

Meanwhile Bakugo's mouth had opened, not believing the sight in front of him. “Y-you’re...," he started to say but then stopped. He didn't know what to say.

Your hand left your mouth and a small pant came out of it. With a strained voice you almost whimpered out to him.

“I just... I can't"

Only then did Bakugo notice that you had started on grinding on his thigh. “What are you...," he started but you interrupted him.

“Please Bakugo, something is wrong. It just won't go away, no matter what I do," you panted and moved your left leg, so you straddled him now. You started grinding him once more, now sitting on his crotch and his hands shot out to still your moving hips, gripping tightly.

“You need to stop this. What is wrong with you?" he breathed out and sat up, trying to get you to move.

“It's just... it hurts so much Bakugo. I don't think I can endure it any longer. Please help me," you whined. Your hands grasped around his figure and clung to the back of his shirt now. Now your face was mere centimeters away from his own and you watched him intently as you continued to grind yourself into him best as you could. Already you were starting to feel the effect you had on Bakugo and this gave you hope that maybe he would not outright shove you off him and leave as fast as he could. You could almost see the gears turning in his head and when his hands on your hips slackened you knew that he would not deny your plea.

“Fine, I'll help you but that all it is. Don't get any weird ideas, idiot. And don't think I'll be gentle."

Before you could answer anything, Bakugo crashed his lips on yours, one of his hands at the back at the back of you head holding it still while he nipped at you. You opened your mouth and he wasted no second to claim your mouth, roughly, exploring it to his hearts content. You moaned into his mouth and your hands grabbed at his shirt more tightly, pulling it up a bit and exposing his skin.

Bakugo let go of your mouth and instead gripped at his shirt pulling it over his head. He threw it away and it landed somewhere next to your shoe rack and a potted plant.

You took in the new sight in front of you. Even though you had seen his exposed chest many times, this time it felt different. Usually you wouldn't care, having already outgrown the age where naked chests could make you swoon, but today it sent the blood rushing to your cheeks. Bakugo noticed and grinned at you. “You know, you can touch if you want." His invitation was not left unheard and immediately your hands roamed his chest, feeling his muscles beneath it, tracing the variety of smaller and bigger scars he had gotten over the years. For some of them, you had been with him, but others he had gotten during fights that he had fought alone or with other pro heroes.

No matter how fascinating you found your exploration, you currently had more pressing matters to attend to, so you took your hands off him and instead grabbed your own shirt, quickly disposing it along with your bra. Bakugo locked in on your breasts, giving them the typical kid-on-Christmas look that almost all guys had when they saw boobs. His right hand lifted up and palmed your right breast. You didn't expect it to feel this good and you let out a small sigh that turned into a full-blown moan when you felt him playing with your nipple, twisting and tugging on it. Your head fell back, and he took the chance to latch onto your neck, sucking and biting roughly while continuing his assault on your breast with his hand. His other hand grabbed your ass and ground it into him. You grabbed onto his hair, your moans echoing through the otherwise quiet apartment. For a minute you let him continue his administration until you got too impatient. You core was pulsing with need and you couldn't wait for much longer, so you pulled back and got onto your shaking legs. Bakugo watched you curiously as you took off your pants, letting them fall to the ground. You hooked your finger under your panties but before you could take those of as well, Bakugo was in front of you and held your hands to stop your actions. Confused you looked up at him.

He grinned at you and maneuvered you to the couch. With a soft push you fell onto it. It took you a moment to regain your senses and push yourself up on your arms, and when you looked up at Bakugo, you saw him take of his pants. He was wearing simple black boxer briefs and you could see his cock straining against them. You licked your lips, something he noticed with a grin. Showing no inclination to further rid himself of the pesky garment, you scooted forward until you came face to face with his crotch. Your fingers hooked themselves under the elastic and you pulled his boxers down, his cock bouncing out of them and presenting itself to you. You let go of the boxers, which fell to the ground, and instead took his dick into your hand, appreciating the size and girth of it. You gave him a few experimental pumps and heard Bakugo hiss softly. It must've been not enough for him because he grabbed a fistful of your hair and pushed your face to his crotch. Knowing what he wanted, you opened your mouth and took him in, your tongue swirling around the tip. Steadying yourself with one head on his thigh, you started bobbing your head, lewd sounds leaving your lips. Bakugo groaned and grabbed you by your hair, pushing you onto his dick. You choked, and he let go of you, so you could catch your breath.

“What? Can't handle it?" He gave you a devious smirk. You shot back a “You wish" and once more engulfed him within your mouth, this time going deeper and faster.

You heard him mutter an “Oh fuck" and the hand still in your hair started to guide you once more. For a bit, the only sounds to be heard were his groaning and the squelching sounds that came from your mouth on his dick. Suddenly, the hand in your hair stopped you from continuing any further.

He lifted you up by your arm and then proceeded to push you once more onto the couch. You scooted back, and he followed. Sitting in between your legs, he reached out to the hem of your panties, pulling them down and revealing the treat that laid beneath them. You pulled your legs up, so he could get them off completely. Without even sparing them a second glance he threw them away and directed his sight on your glistening cunt. He leaned forward and extended his fingers towards the moist heat between your legs. His fingers touched your folds and your eyes closed, the feeling almost uncomfortably painful, and let out a hiss. “Damn, you're wet,” Bakugo muttered and slipped one of his fingers inside of you, enjoying the feeling of you around his fingers. “I-I told you...," you panted, his now moving finger making it hard for you to speak. “...it's because o-of the villain's quirk or something. Now hurry up. I think I'm about to go insane.” Bakugo lifted one of his brows at your statement but complied. He took his finger out of you and instead grabbed your leg with his hand and pushed it to your chest, while moving closer to you. With his other arm, he supported himself next to your head and his face came closer to yours and you could see him smirk.

“I hope you're prepared for this." He entered you in one swift movement. Your eyes closed, and you arched your back, moaning loudly and spasming around his dick.

“Damn, you already came from that," Bakugo panted, feeling your muscles move around him and waited for you to come down from your high.

Once your breathing had calmed a bit and you had opened your eyes, Bakugo adjusted his hand on your thigh and started moving. You had figured from his personality and his earlier warning that Bakugo would not go easy, but nothing could have prepared you for what you were experiencing right now. If it wasn't happening to you right now, you would have thought it to be impossible to move at the speed Bakugo was moving at right now. He was literally fucking the life out of your body.

Moans spilled from your lips and your hands swung up and grabbed onto his back, trying to somehow steady yourself from his rapid thrusting. The sound of skin slapping skin could be heard throughout your apartment, you almost screaming now and Bakugo breathing harshly while he continued plowing into you.

You felt another orgasm approaching and dug your nails into Bakugo's back as he brought you over the edge. Again, your core contracted around Bakugo's dick and you felt as if you actually blacked out for a second before coming back to your senses. Bakugo had not stopped moving and fucked you through your orgasm, his brows drawn together in a concentrated scowl and sweat glistening on his forehead.

Even after your third orgasm, you still felt the painful arousal course through you and slowly you felt desperate. Would this feeling ever end? Or was is just going to get worse and worse until you'd ultimately die from it? Could you die from horniness?

Before you could think any further about your situation, Bakugo slipped out of you and you suddenly felt yourself switched around. Your face now pressed into the fabric of your couch and your ass was up in the air. Hands gripped at your hips and not once second later you felt yourself being filled again.

“Fuck!" you exclaimed. Bakugo had felt big before but in this position now he felt huge, stretching you further than you had ever believed possible. Your hands grabbed at the smooth material of your couch, trying to find something – anything – to hold on to, while Bakugo fucked you from behind.

Your moans came out muffled now, your face pressed into the sofa and you eyes closed, concentration on the way Bakugo made you feel. You could hear the blond pant behind you as he drilled into you. One of his hands came down next to you, and he leaned over you, his chest touching your back, while his other hand remained at your waist, holding and guiding you. His pace had become irregular now and you knew he was close. The same could be said for you. The way he was able to reach so deep, making you feel so stretched and full, had you tumbling towards your fourth orgasm of the day. The tightening in your belly almost felt painful now and you hoped that this time, it would finally sate your body's need.

Bakugo's hand moved from your hips to your clit and he began applying pressure, rubbing it steadily. This did it for your already stimulated body. You let out a muffled cry and your hips shook furiously as your (hopefully last) orgasm tore through you. Bakugo hissed at the feeling of your clamping wall and pumped into you – once, twice – before he came as well, a guttural moan leaving his lips.

His dick slipped out of your cunt with a soft “plop" and he moved to lie down beside you. You came down from your high and let yourself fall to one side, catching your breath and waiting – hoping – for your body to calm down. Silence fell over your apartment apart from the harsh breathing of you two. After a minute or two, you already felt better. You pushed yourself up on your hands and looked at Bakugo, who had his eyes closed. “Thank you, I feel better now."

He opened his eyes and replied with a “Yeah, whatever." One hand going through your hair, untangling the mess your activities had made, you stood up. “I'm done for today, so I'm heading to bed. If you want to, you can stay over as well," you told Bakugo as you left to plop down on your mattress and closed your eyes, neither taking the time to do something about the cum that was now leaking out of you nor covering you with your blanket. You lay on the bed like that and felt your body becoming heavier and heavier with sleep, when your heard soft steps coming into your room, followed by the bed dipping down on the other side.

Bakugo had apparently accepted the invitation and laid down beside you, one arm lazily strewn over you. He didn't say anything and neither did you, enjoying the silence as both of you drifted into sleep.

You woke up the next morning feeling a dull ache between your legs but – luckily so – no more arousal. Groggily, you opened your eyes and looked next to you where a sleeping Bakugo was still lying. He was lying on his stomach, his left arm around your midsection, and was snoring softly. A small smile played on your lips as you removed the arm from yourself and got up to shower.

The hot water did wonders to your exhausted body and gently you scrubbed your body, ridding yourself of the leftovers from yesterday's activities. When you were done, you stepped into the kitchen, busying yourself with the coffee maker. It was still early, you didn't have to go into the office until noon, so you could take it easy during the first half of the day.

When you poured yourself a cup of coffee, you heard footsteps approaching and a second later Bakugo entered the kitchen. You poured him a cup and handed it to him wordlessly. He took it and sat down on one of your kitchen chairs. You still didn't speak with each other, but you didn’t feel like it was necessary. The silence wasn't an awkward one at all, there were no feelings of shame or embarrassment. You both knew exactly where you two stood. You had had a problem and he had helped you out, nothing more and nothing less.

You sipped the last bit of your coffee and put the cup into the sink before turning around and addressing Bakugo. “If you want to, you can take a shower. I'll leave some towels out for you." He nodded and went back to drinking his coffee. You left him alone and grabbed some towels from the bathroom cabinet and laid them out for him. After that you returned to the living room and turned on the television, watching the morning news and the weather forecast. Bakugo had made his way to your bathroom and you heard the sound of the shower. You leaned back and thought about yesterday's events. While it was unfortunate that you had gotten into this situation in the first place, you didn't regret what had happened because of it. The sex was good – well, it was probably the best sex you had ever had – and Bakugo himself wasn't that bad to look at either. If maybe this was to happen again – without the effects of this guy's quirk or whatever it was in the end – you wouldn't have a problem with it.

The bathroom door opened and out came Bakugo draped in a towel. He gathered together his clothes that were littered throughout your apartment and dropped his towel on a chair, not caring if you were there or watching him. He dressed quickly and, once he was done, turned to you.

“See you at work."

You smiled at him. “Yeah, see you," you answered him, and he left your apartment.

You entered the hero agency and made your way to your boss's office, letting him know that you had arrived. Another blond joined you on your way and together you entered the office, greeting your boss and reporting for duty. He greeted you back and you two were about to leave when your boss started to speak.

“The villain you guys caught yesterday," he started. “We interrogated him. Apparently, he has some kind of aphrodisiac quirk that transfers by him licking his victims. That's how he was able to easily make to women bend to his will." You nodded, finally having the confirmation that your predicament had indeed something to do with the villain's quirk. Your boss continued. “Now that he's detained, there shouldn't really be any problem with this particular prostitution ring anymore, but I still want to you keep your eyes and ears open if you happen to hear anything, okay?" You two confirmed his orders, turned around and left his office.

You looked at Bakugo and smiled. “See you later, I have some paperwork to take care of." Bakugo grumbled in response and you took off in different directions, taking care of just another normal day at work.

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graciebirdie · 5 years

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blame all this on @twothumbsandnostakeincanon who keeps inspiring ridiculous fic ideas in me...

inspired by this...thing

IMPORTANT: the sheriff’s name is JOHN.

***

Stiles doesn't mean to summon a demon from the mirror verse, he really doesn't. Although in hindsight, trying to make a magic mirror ala the evil queen from Snow White should have been a give away that he could end up with something evil.

It's incredibly disconcerting to see himself in 3D. He wonders if this is what celebrities who get wax figures of themselves feel.

He blinks and his copy blinks back. He waves his hand...and his copy doesn't wave back.

Well, that's probably not good.

He reaches out and pokes at his? own shoulder?

His copy looks down at where they're touching.

"Huh." his copy says.

He's not sure if he likes knowing what his own voice sounds like.

"So how much of me are you?" he asks.

His copy blinks for a long moment and then shrugs. "All of you I think."

"Great!" Stiles says excitedly. He's always thought that his life would be easier if there were two of him. He might have actually thought about it more than a normal person...

He might even have a hypothetical division of labor spreadsheet he wrote at some point...

He prints it out and hands it to his copy who takes it and looks it over with a nod. He gets it.

Stiles hands over his keys and waves as his copy drives off to school, flicking on the 'find my keys' app on his phone as he closes the door because everything is going well and he's sure with the way his life goes that something will go wrong sooner or later.

For the time being he as research that's not on magic mirrors to do. He might even do laundry while he's at it...

***

School is...not very fun Not Stiles decides.

It's actually really boring. For some reason he already knows everything they're talking about in class.

"Am I boring you Mr. Stilinski?" the teacher asks with a sigh.

"Yes." Not Stiles says staring at her intently.

She just sighs and waves her hand at the door.

...that wasn't what he'd been expecting.

He gets up and packs away the things that aren't his. No one in class is looking at him. Nobody seems very interested in anything that was going on so he's not sure why he got called on specifically.

He walks out the door and although he knows he's supposed to go to the principle or maybe his counselor's office he wonders around the halls instead.

A couple people pass him but only a few give him exasperated looks. Nobody asks where he's supposed to be.

He ends up in the library, which is...good. Stiles likes to read.

The woman behind the front desk barely looks at him before she gives a half-hearted hand flip in his direction.

He wonders around the stacks until the bell rings. He doesn't leave.

Eventually the bell rings again and the woman appears to kick him out with a scowl on her face.

He wanders the halls again until he ends up at the door for the classroom he's supposed to be in.

He walks inside and the teacher glares at him and points aggressively at an empty desk.

He sits down and pulls out a pen.

He clicks the pen, over and over until someone behind him throws something at him.

He turns to glare at the person.

The guy glares right back and bares his teeth, hissing "Knock it off before I strangle you."

Not Stiles does not knock it off. If anything the clicking just gets louder.

The teacher shouts "Stilinski!" and he gets kicked out again.

He's trying to decide what he should do now when three people he recognizes walk up to him.

Erica slings her arm around his neck and grins at him "You coming with us?"

He doesn't know where they're going but he agrees.

They end up at Derek's loft. He gets home a few hours after they get there and he gives them a mildly disappointed glare but doesn't tell them they should be at school.

Eventually he figures he should go home.

The front door's unlocked and he walks right in.

Stiles is vacuuming the living room with an intense look of concentration on his face.

He jumps when he sees him and quickly turns the vacuum off. "Did you have a good day?" Stiles asks with a pleasant smile.

He shrugs.

Stiles just nods understandingly and hands him a duster.

They tidy up the living room together.

Eventually they make dinner and sit at the table and he tells Stiles all about his day.

Stiles just nods along and doesn't look surprised or upset.

It's... weird. Technically he didn't do what he was supposed to do but Stiles doesn't seem to care.

After dinner they hunt around the house for blankets and clean sheets for the guest room before they move the boxes that are usually in it down to the basement.

They both know what's in the boxes and why they were in the guest room just gathering dust but neither of them say anything about it.

He thinks it's kind of... nice that he gets his own bed.

***

The next day it's Stiles' turn to go to school and the day is pretty boring except for the waves Erica, Boyd, and Isaac give him.

That might be a small flaw in his plan but he can't exactly say 'don't talk to other people' because he's sure that would just mess everything up.

He's sure the spell isn't going to last much longer anyway so he can deal with having to pretend around his maybe friends.

***

After Stiles goes to school he's only alone for about an hour when Stiles' dad walks into the kitchen and stops in his tracks at the sight of him.

He looks him up and down for one long moment before he sighs very deeply and pulls out his phone.

Stiles must answer it because he sighs again, even deeper, and rubs a hand over his face.

He talks to Stiles for a minute before he hangs up and looks very pointedly at Not Stiles.

"Don't... murder me in my sleep or anything." he says sternly.

Not Stiles nods in agreement and goes back to doing the dishes.

***

Stiles tries not to wince as his phone goes off with his dad's ringtone. He might have... forgotten... one thing.

Shockingly his dad doesn't yell at him but does sigh a lot.

Disappointed sighing is so much worse than yelling.

He knows he's in for it when he gets home.

He slips back into English and apologizes to Mrs. Smith, who obviously continues to hate him.

School's okay after that, even lunch when Erica bodily walks him outside to sit with her, Boyd, and Isaac.

It's shockingly easy to act totally normal around them. They don't seem to think it's weird that he's not always sure exactly what they're talking about. They probably just caulk it up to Stiles being Stiles.

Maybe this is going to be an enlightening experience..

***

Stiles, his dad, and his copy all have dinner together before his dad's night shift.

It's slightly strained but his dad tries, and really when faced with there suddenly being two Stiles' in existence that's really all Stiles can ask of him.

When he leaves he doesn't even hesitate to give them both a shoulder squeeze of goodbye.

Stiles and his copy share dual smiles of understanding.

***

Things go on for a week. It's...weird.

Not Stiles feels weird.

He feels like he's... unfulfilled in a way that doesn't quite make sense.

He's acting even worse in school and Stiles keeps giving him mildly annoyed looks.

"We have to work together in this man." he says, worrying his lip. "Is there anything...I can do to help?"

And that's... not what he was expecting. He feels strangely warm.

***

On Saturday they both climb into the jeep and go a few towns over to try their hand at shoplifting at the mall.

They of course make an excellent tag team, one of them distracting the sales clicks while the other swipes little trinkets that won't be missed for awhile, a tiny bit of magic might have helped them here and there...

Eventually they got bored of that and escaped back to the jeep with their hauls. They emptied their pockets out into the center consual and giggled over the cheap little rings, plastic barrettes, and pins that stores kept in jars next to the cash register. That was what made it worth it for them, the challenge of getting away with it.

They split their loot up, arguing playfully over who got what until everything is evenly divided.

They get fast food and huge milkshakes and even feel charitable enough to bring one back for thei- Stiles' dad then just... drive around and eat and talk about nothing.

They get home late enough that the milkshake is mostly melted but Stiles' dad got home about a minute after they did. He eyed them distrustfully.

"What did you two get up to today?" he asked as he picked up the milkshake and took a sip. Stiles and Not Stiles smiled innocently at him. He shook his head and looked amused. "Never mind! I'm sure I don't want to know." he sends them a pointed look and adds "Nobody better call me about you two."

Stiles and Not Stiles share a grin.

***

Stiles knew it couldn't last forever, that the pack was bound to figure it out eventually.

He just hadn't expected them to think he was possessed.

Getting cornered in Derek's loft with the whole pack around him, Scott looking mulish and holding a cross was... a bit much, even for him.

"Uh, are you guys serious?" Stiles asked, trying to figure out a convincing way to get out of the situation he'd made for himself.

"Stiles..." Scott said, lip actually wobbling a little in emotion. "We're just worried about you."

Stiles wanted to make a break for it but then the pack would all just think that they were right. And Peter was standing in front of the door. Of course Peter was smirking at, leaning against the closed door and arms crossed.

Stiles is half sure that if he looked desperate enough Peter would let him out but then he'd probably owe Peter a favor and no one ever wanted to owe Peter a favor.

He sighs and flops out onto the couch and thinks about pulling his phone out so he can text Not him and ask him to come over so they can finally let the car out of the bag...or the twin out of the closet.

And honestly he's kind of interested in what they have to say. It's been two months and honestly he was expecting them to have figured out something was going on sooner than this.

"Alright." he says, spreading his arms out invitingly. "Lay it on me!"

He can see Peter smirking in amusement at him while the pack exchange wide eyed glances. Obviously they weren't expecting him to agree so easily.

Scott carefully shuffles over and picks up a water bottle off the coffee table. "Okay... first thing's first... I guess..." he says, uncapping the bottle. "Can I have your hand?"

Stiles rolls his eyes so hard it hurts but holds his hand out so Scott can pour some of the water on him. He has no doubt that the bottle has 'holy water' in it and he wonders how Scott got it. He'd probably chased down Father Brian for it. He was honestly sad he'd missed that. Father Brian was always going out of his way to sadly ask if Stiles was doing okay. He figured it was a pretty nice gesture considering Stiles and Scott are the only two kids he ever banned from Sunday school.

The water just makes his hand wet and leaves a puddle on the floor.

Scott looks relieved but he determinedly puts the cross he's still holding onto Stiles' palm. Stiles holds onto it reflectively and Scott's shoulders relax when the cross doesn't instantly catch fire or anything.

Stiles can see Peter out of the corner of his eye and it looks like he's trying to burst out laughing. Weirdly it kind of makes him feel better.

After Scott's failed attempt to prove that Stiles is possessed the pack all take turns laying out their proof that Stiles is losing time and Stiles tries not wince too much. He's starting to feel a little guilty...

And then he sees Peter suddenly straighten up and turn to pull the front door open. Everyone else wipes around to look at what's going on.

And... in walks Stiles' dad with Not right behind him.

Peter, of course, looks fascinated while everyone else is just confused.

His dad sighs and shakes his head at everyone. He pulls out his phone and reads off what is no doubt a text from Scott. "Please come over we need to talk about Stiles." he shoots Scott a mildly disappointed look. "Thank you for asking me if I knew anything about what's going on with my own son, Scott, very courteous of you."

Scott has the decency to look ashamed.

Everything turns into chaos after that.

The pack is shouting and pointing and asking questions over each other while Peter ushers Not over to sit on the couch next to Stiles.

Stiles and Not share a knowing look.

Peter is watching them through narrowed eyes, very obviously sniffing the both of them.

Not has met Peter a couple of times and Stiles knows he finds Peter... interesting. Is as interested in him as Stiles is. It's something that now that Peter knows, or will at least figure out, Stiles and Not can finally...play with.

"Everyone stop talking!"

Stiles and Not both jump in surprise at the- Stiles' dad shouting.

Everyone else looks shocked but they instantly fall silent.

"Stiles, why don't you tell them the story." he suggests with a barely suppressed eye roll that Stiles knows means he's judging them for taking so long to figure out that something had been going on.

Stiles and Not, because they're both assholes, take turns telling the story, making up some parts as they go because they can and by then it's practically expected of them.

The pack looks resigned and exasperated by the end. It's obvious to Stiles that they've all given up trying to deal with the situation before it's even really started.

Only Peter and their dad look amused.

Their dad had come over to sit on Not's other side, phone out and texting, probably with Malissa, and acting like he isn't paying attention at all but he's got a little smile so Stiles knows everything is fine there.

Peter had sat down on the coffee table right in front of them, arms on his knees and leaning closer and closer to watch them intently, each knee very conveniently bumping against one of theirs.

Half the pack leaves after Stiles says 'The End' while Not says 'For Now'.

The other half wonder off, having lost interest completely.

"So, two months, huh." Peter says, looking calculatingly at them. They smile sweetly at him. "So you're planning to stick around then?" he asks, looking Not right in the eye, which doesn't surprise anyone at all.

Not shrugs but he's smiling so that's probably enough of an answer for Peter who nods and says he knows a guy who knows a guy who can get a legit birth certificate, all Peter would need is name.

Stiles and their dad both look at Not questioningly. Not is very quiet for a few long seconds before he glanced shyly at their dad. "Grandpa's name was Noah, that would work, wouldn't it?"

Their dad wraps his arm around No- Noah's shoulders and smiles at him. "Being named after the good grandfather is probably a sign." he sends Stiles a wink and Stiles doesn't even try to stop himself from giggling.

He might have started this whole thing because he was thinking of the evil queen in Snow White but their dad was right, his twin was anything but evil. He might, dare Stiles say it, be pretty okay most of the time.

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Animal World

I have always wanted to talk about this movie. And since I am going to branch out, I have decided, “hey! Why not!” So I am going to make a super long post on why you guys should watch this movie

I found this movie while trolling though Netflix Foreign films. It is a Chinese movie I just clicked on it because, I was bored and had nothing else better to watch.

And it is by far one of the strangest and most addicting movie I have ever seen.

So the basic plot is as follows: Young Adult Kaisi works an unfulfilling job trying to support his comatose mother in the hospital while having this on/off relationship with one of the nurses there. His friend gets into trouble with a debt he owed to a evil shadow organization, which is transferred over to Kaisi. To eliminate the debt, he has to play in a high stakes gambling game where you can win millions, get all debts cleared, but losers will die (or worse)

Sounds interesting/basic...but then it gets weird

First, here is the other cover for the movie

Kaisi’s job? He works as a part time clown at an arcade. But the clown is MORE than that. See, he correlates all of his anger (raw unadulterated rage) to be “one with the clown”. He seriously sees himself become a clown whenever he fucking rages and beats the shit out of someone.

And the movie definitely leans in on that.

The first 5-10 minutes of the film you see Shinobi McDonald running on rooftops and trains. You know, being as angsty and dramatic as a clown can get. But the clown has so much anger and frustration, just running around isn’t going to help.

That’s why the movie has this:

LOOK AT IT! It’s basically Sid if he reproduced in space. And he has friends.

There is a ton of these monsters on the train which our Mr. Anger-Pants here has no problem laying waste. I mean he flat out murders then, kills them off one by one in a strange, yet highly engaging battle sequence.

Too bad we never see them again.

No joke guys. We LITERALLY never see this clown/monster battle ever again. Kaisi makes references to the clown in the movie (cause again, that is the representation for his anger issues), but we never see the clown or anything like this ever again.

Instead we jump into Kaisi trying to deal with “containing the clown” while trying to survive and just pay his mother’s medical bills. His childhood friend is a nurse and his not-yet girlfriend. And it isn’t not-yet because any female-friend is the obvious love interest eventually. She does in fact love the guy, and wants to be with him. But he doesn’t want to marry because working as an arcade clown and 3+ other minimal wage jobs doesn’t really make a decent living here. So he wants to wait to be more financially stable before they marry. Something I don’t usually see, and totally appreciate.

But let’s get to the meat of this movie. The Gambling Game.

So after his friend couldn’t pay back evil shadow organization, Kaisi gets taken to the big boss here.

Micheal Douglas.

This is a movie made in China. I did not expect any white person to be in it, let alone Micheal Douglas.

And honestly? He is a great villain. He is in command, in control, not afraid to get his hands dirty (as shown above), and has the resources to support any/every fucked up sadistic desire he has.

He gives Kaisi 2 options. Pay back his friend’s stupidly large 6 billion dollar debt (I may be exaggerating, but the debt was in the billions), or join on his stupidly evil cruise ship of horror to play a life/death game where winners go free and losers die.

But see,this guy, for being a sadistic classical evil guy, is actually a smart villain. And it leads to some clever plot devices. Game on Boat? It makes sure that the “contestants” are completely isolated. No outside help. But my favorite are the ear pieces. Micheal Douglas does not speak Chinese, so how to get away with this? Everyone on the boat has an earpiece that acts as a translator. How cool is that? There are people all over the world on this boat, you can see an Arabic man and an Italian man speak their own languages and still hold a conversation. Netflix provides subtitles for all languages, so there is no need to miss out on anything. It just makes it seem more realistic instead of “everyone speaks the same language”

So on the boat, there is at east 100 other people there. Time to learn the rules of the gambling they are risking their lives on.

You ready for this?

Rock Paper Scissors

I am not joking. The entire movie is them risking their lives playing Rock Paper Scissors. I thought that it was going to be “Phase one” or a next round. But no, in this 2 hour movie, OVER HALF is dedicated to Rock Paper Scissors.

And honestly, it fucking worked. It is weird to say, but I was hooked on people playing rock paper scissors.

The specific rules are as followed.

They start with 3 Star Chips, and 12 cards (4 cards per R/P/S)

You need to get rid of all of your cards, while keeping at least 3 stars.

If you still have cards, or not enough stars, you lose.

There is also a handy counter to keep track of all used cards, and a timer to let people suffer about how much time is left.

So with these rules in place, Kaisi fight to survive in a savage rock paper scissors competition

This is a gambling anime. I swear to god this movie works like a gambling anime.

What makes gambling anime interesting? The strategies. You have so many people playing this game.

Some there to help, others not so much.

To win you need to have a plan in action for any situation. And Holy Shit does this movie deliver. I swear there is at least 10 different strategies used by our protagonist team ALONE! Counting cards, stacking cards, using signals, using statistics. It is amazing how they can adapt and change battle strategies when the next problem comes up.

This isn’t including the different ways the competitors play. Some use luck/random, but a lot play dirty. They also trick, cheat, whatever to get those Star Chips.

But as long as it doesn’t break the rules, anything goes.

You need three to survive. But you can trade the stars for money, so many people go for the kill. And this screws over Kaisi big time, forcing him to start at the bottom of the heap and crawl his way back up.

Seriously, check this movie out! There are a bunch of other stuff I haven’t even mentions yet. The fact that Douglas’s henchmen look like default matrix men. The out of place car chase that goes ABSOLUTELY no where, but is shot beautifully and fucking entertaining to watch. The fact that it isn’t just death to worry about, since there the losers MAYBE be used in human experimentation. MAYBE. And this is just the TIP people! JUST THE TIP!!!

If you love strategy games, high stakes gambling, and weird ass action scenes, trust me. You want to check this movie out. It will not disappoint.

#03 #animal world #movie #final thoughts #dafukblog

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Headcanon: Deku, the Serial Shipper

Contains- Mentions of sexual activities, established relationship - Bakudeku; Crack pairings- TodoIna, JiroMomo, UraTsuyu, UraTenya, DenkiSero, Kirimina, platonic Kiribaku etc.

(Beware- Long post)

Jesus Christ, I just had this HC and now I gotta spill, otherwise I won't be able to sleep tonight. Here's another annoying Long Post for y'all)

Deku, as a Pro Hero and Katsuki's Duo Partner, has a pretty hectic life since the media are crazy bloodhounds, the villains are a pain in the ass, interacting with fans becomes exhausting at times, and the critics are demons wailing for his blood.

Yeah, very hectic. And on top of that, there's very little time to relax. Most of the days he sneaks some solace in the gym, if he can buy more time he likes to read and immerse himself in his notebooks and research. Fighting Katsuki to blow some steam is a last resort to shed off weeks of frustration and only reserved for off-days or desperate times - because something like that inevitably devolves into gratuitous rough sex or worse, day-long fuck-a-thon. Not that Deku doesn't enjoy it, he simply doesn't have the time to indulge and he knows Kacchan doesn't either, so they try to keep their hands off each other unless the occassion begs for much-needed violent release.

But sometimes, you just want instant relief. Sometimes Deku just wants to kick back and relax like a normal person, go on the internet, without everyone hounding him for a piece of his mind.

So he does.

Under Anonymity.

Et viola @allmight9000 comes alive on several media platforms including Tumblr and Twitter. At first, Deku masquerades around as a hardcore All Might fan fighting anyone who dares to diss the retired Symbol of Peace . But since his retirement, his popularity has gone cold, not many heated debates take place around him anymore and as sad as this makes Deku, he decides to discover new venues.

Now, Deku knows there's this dark void of fanfiction lurking on the net and there's no escape from it should he ever set foot into it. He is also aware of the dark things that beckon him from the sewers like Pennywise the Dancing Clown (eg. All Might/Endeavour, Hawks/Endeavour, All Might Bowl, All Might/ Hero Harem, All Might/Midnight, All Might/Aizawa/Present Mic and so on), things he should rightfully keep a safe distance from. But this is fucking Deku we are talking about- ofcourse he dares to dip his foot into the murk of fanfiction.

For science, he thinks, and takes the plunge.

It all goes downhill from there.

One day, Katsuki comes back from his shift to find Deku face-planted into the sofa, he hasn't eaten lunch, hasn't bathed and is claiming trauma, repeatedly insisting that he has sinned and he is going to hell for it, then he shakily holds up a 367k word fic of Villain Might/Endeavour. Katsuki has to slap him back to his senses. Later that night, Deku calls up Toshinori and asks him for forgiveness, when Toshinori asks him worriedly, 'For what?', Deku assures him he DOES NOT wanna know.

After obsessively going through various tropes and completing every Enemies to Lovers / Mutual Pining / Unrequited Love fic there is (and there is a lot, Deku hates himself every day for it), waiting torturous weeks for dead authors to rise from the ashes for a teeny tiny update, Deku finally gives up his small lake of unfulfilling All Might ships (because frankly it's hard to find a fic that suits his tastes and convincingly fleshes out a love story around a man who has pointedly avoided romance for the better part of his LIFE or a find a fic which is COMPLETE) and sets out into the sea of Ships.

Bad Idea.

Very VERY Bad Idea.

(We know it, he knows it. Katsuki is the only one who is blessedly oblivious because he chooses not to wade into Deku's mental shit and compromise his own sanity.)

Strangely, Deku has come to take an odd satisfaction of returning to fan mentality of shipping two people without restraints (rarely more than two)-it's simple, senseless, easy. It gives his head a break from all the overanalyzing it does and gives him a small dose of endorphins when he cant work out, eat out or fuck out the frustration. He was adverse to it first, since these are strangers trying to ship two random people (people he is friends with), and it was unsettling to find so many people shipping them when they've BARELY had any interaction in canon real life! What's the premise of shipping them at all? He just didn't find any allure to it back then. So he kept his reads under fluff and under mature ratings because he feels uncomfortable reading smut about his friends.

But Deku had a 'Oh my God they were ROOMMATES' moment when Jirou and Momo announce that they are dating to the U.A. Alumni, that too after reading a really fluffy Creati/Earphone Jack fic which accurately referenced their public sightings together and spun it into plot-points quite masterfully. ( the author did a real good job on it) And the most horrifying thing about the fic, Deku finds, is the fact that NO ONE, not even the AUTHOR knows how correct they were in their estimates! No one except Deku.

That realization shakes the foundations of Deku's beliefs and morality as he wonders how many fics out there , sfw or smut, requited or unrequited love, enemies to lovers or lovers to strangers, fluff or smut have come so so close to the truth, been so damn close - like an alternate course of their love-story? and WHY IS NO ONE GIVING IT MORE KUDOS?

This is how Deku ends up being the most irredeemable Shipper of the universe- with a mission in hand:

To curate proof of all valid ships and to supply aforesaid proof of it to the world (as subtly as he can of course, so as to not compromise his own identity or the privacy of the Shipped.)

He begins to scour through the net for paparazzi photos, indulges in gossip, pries out information of who is dating whom from his Hero contacts, authenticates it, creates folders and subfolders of photographic 'proof' (they are just teasers really) and whenever anyone writes a fic that comes anywhere close to the real thing he makes sure to tag them in his tumblr/twitter post with photos which basically pour gasoline over their fiery passion to continue dreaming and writing fics around those Ships. Like:

You wrote a fic of Fluffy Iron Fist x Real Steel? Here you go- an obscure pic of them leaving her apartment together

Uravity x Ingenium and Uravity x Froppy? A love triangle that could possibly end in heartbreak?!! Damn, sistah, who knows? (She's confused too, imho) So here you go- Uravity getting tipsy with Froppy and Uravity snuggling to Ingenium under the rain.

One-shot of Chargebolt x Cellophane getting frisky in an alley? Honey, I gotchu. Here's a pic of them arriving at a villain scene together with dishevelled clothes.

All Might x Endeavour Slow Burn? My dear friend- here's a picture of the Symbol of peace roasting marshmallows with Shouto on flaming Endeavour merch. Please don't make me block you.

All Might x Midnight? Here's a pic of my mom, me and my Dad AllMight. Midnight, Who binch?

Celsius (Shouto) x Gale Force Stripper AU? Oh, hey, look I'm totally that one lucky guy who was in the right place at the right time, okay? I dont know these guys personally, OKAY? Not. At. All. But I have some Opinions™ about your fic? and pics to support it. Just wanna show you that maybe...i mean...MAAYYYYYYBEEEE...the stripper is Galeforce, not Celsius? Yeah? Don't worry though, You're doing good. Love the slow build, keep up the good work!

Deku becomes a sensational fic-writer-enabler and often gives inspiration to writers who are looking to write for a new fandom. Deku's got their backs.

He sinks so deep into this Shipping business that one day Katsuki catches wind of it. It was becoming painful to keep ignoring Deku's descent into madness. Katsuki was okay with it as long as the nerd did his job well and fucked him even better (which Katsuki will never admit to enjoying, even at gun point. Pull the trigger, you coward). So, yeah, Katsuki could have accepted all of Deku's weird stalkerish behaviours (even if they weren't fixated on him all the time anymore and the 'Kacchan, sugoi!' comments had plummeted drastically....who needs the shitnerd to validate his worth, right?! Right...it didn't make him pissed AT ALL. because admitting that would mean he enjoyed it, WHICH HE DID NOT, MIND YOU)

What Katsuki couldn't accept was Deku accidentally using his official Hero twitter handle to post a very platonic (but in the eyes of rabid fans- borderline homoerotic) pictures of him and Eijirou and posted it as #Ground_Riot. The fucking flood of Zeku-haters and pro-GroundRioters had the comments section on FIRE. The post goes VIRAL.

Deku, fucking DEKU, the man who is secretly ENGAGED to him, is promoting GroundRiot like NO ONE's business and HE DOESN'T EVEN KNOW WHAT HE DID WRONG.

Katsuki finds Deku happily puttering around their shared apartment completely oblivious to the PR hell that has been licking at his heels. He immediately attacks Deku's account and is completely gobsmacked. Lo and fucking behold- every fifth picture in his blog is fucking GROUND RIOT.

Not just that, apparently, THIS MAN, his fucking FIANCE, is not only a renowned peacemaker in inane Ship wars, but is hailed as a Soothsayer of Ships for always correctly prophecizing "Ships that will Sail into the fucking Sunset', he is basically some minor god in the Hero fandom who is extorting excitement out of fic writers and fans alike so that 'the crime of incomplete fics' can be eradicated once and for all. And Deku's fucking commited to it.

(perhaps more commited to Ground Riot than his own betrothal because there isn't A SINGLE POST of ZEKU on his blog)

There's even a post where he answers an ask from anonymous. The question: "Are you also anti-Zeku? I have never seen you post anything related to that ship. Is it because you think it won't Sail?" And Deku answers shortly how he isn't explicitly Anti-Zeku, but doesn't like the idea of reading fanfics of that ship. He clearly witholds his opinion if the ship will sail or not. Katsuki also finds the chat which started all this shit.

Chat-

Hey! @allmight9000. I wanted to write a GroundRiot fic? Could you give me some inspiration?

Aww, sure! It's my favourite Ship tbh. I love GroundRiot. I have a whole gigabyte of inspirations in my laptop. I'll send you some when I get back home, okay?

Yup!!! I am actually a hardcore Zeku fan. But recently my friends got me into Ground Riot and I am addicted!! But Zeku will always have a special place in my heart <3

I see. :)

Do you wanna try it out? I know you mentioned you don't like it. But I know some REALLY good fics.

No thank you ^_^ I make it a point to not read those fics. I just can't visualize it working, you know?

Oh...np. Each to their own. But I really hope one day you try reading some if you can?

I don't think so ...😅...uh...but..Any preferences for your inspiration though? or genre youre interested in?

Fluffff!!

Haha, okay! Look out for the new post on my twitter!

YASSS!! Love ya!

You too!

Katsuki sees red, he's about to flip his shit when he decides to give Deku one LAST fucking chance to explain WHY THE FUCK is he promoting Ground Riot when he should be shipping Zeku and demands of him if he really wants their Fucking Ship To Sail Or Not.

Deku gets defensive and says of course he does. Katsuki asks why he has been trying to push him onto Eijirou all this time if he wasnt serious about it. Deku doesnt want to answer. Then Katsuki gets fruatrated and asks WHY the fuck didnt he post Zeku.

"Because I don't want to support it"

"We are literally fucking engaged, you moron. What the FUCK do you mean you don't support it?!"

"I support Us, Kacchan! I just don't wanna support Zeku-shippers! Those two things are different!"

"WHy dont you wanna support them?! tHere is No Difference!"

"There is! I am not obligated to do anything for you. But if I admit to shipping Zeku out loud to the shippers, then I'm obligated to post pictures of us and I know that if I start posting that then my blog will literally be a flood of just Us all over!!"

"What is WRONG with that?!!"

"WE ARE SUPPOSED TO BE ENGAGED IN SECRET! NO ONE IS SUPPOSED TO KNOW! you said it yourself! That you don't like the useless yapping of reporters about your love-life where it isn't their business!"

"YEAH? WELL FUCK THAT!"

And Katsuki whips out his phone, takes a selfie of french kissing the hell out of Deku and immediately posts in on his twitter. Deku has hardly reeled back from that intense kiss when he realizes what Katsuki has done and he practically explodes in shame.

"Kacchan!! Our secret!"

"Your fucking fault, Deku. If I have to deal with the shitty extras at all, it better be for the right Ship, you dumbass. I'll punt you straight to China if I hear Ground Riot from your mouth ever again...capiche?"

"But I like Ground Riot...It's a valid ship, Kacchan. You cant diss on it just like that. It has wonderful scope, and the fluff in this ship is AMAZING. I think I have a soft spot for Uke!GZ and Soft!GZ now... and it is a really mutually productive ship unlike- hrmff!", Katsuki shuts him up with a smack to his mouth and sheds his shirt.

"Shut your mouth and strip, shitnerd. I'll fuck the Ground Riot out of you. Also, let's make this fucking clear that if you mention ANYTHING that goes anywhere near Eijirou's dick,ass, balls or mouth", Katsuki shivers, "then I'll wreck your dick, ass, balls and mouth. Remember that. Now STRIP"

"But what about platonically? That's a solid ship, right? Right, Kacchan? Also It doesn't mention Eijirou's- fuck!!!"

Deku gets wrecked thoroughly.

(Let's observe one moment of silence for his Shipping ass 🙏)

(r.i.p. Deku)

Katsuki later asks him why Deku doesn't read Zeku fics either, cause pretending to not like it to weasel out of obligation is fine, but it doesn't explain why he refuses fo read any either.

"A fic, especially the ones that I like, always are these perfect little stories which always have a happy ending. Can't help it, I'm weak to it, Kacchan- it's why I read fics at all, you know? For the rush of happiness and feels! It's always written with the intention that it will be perfect! And it is. But it doesn't come close to the real thing. There can be fics out there that come really close to what we really have though - but I refuse to accept that any fic could be better than the imperfectly perfect things I have with you, Kacchan. No matter what anyone insists, what I have with you is perfect to me. You are perfect to me. And that's all that matters."

Katsuki calls him an incorrigible sap and turns away to hide a violent flush that turns him red like a stop sign.

Omake:

Katsuki's #Zeku goes Viral too. But at this point no one understands what is going on or WHY. Because GZ appears to be a Zeku shipper when Deku is a GroundRiot shipper. Confusion abounds. Zac Efron memes agonize over Both ships, Captain America Japan Civil War Memes make a comeback. And for some reason, Deku keeps posting Ground Riot afterwards too and everytime he does, the next day he is seen limping.

"Did you have a hardtime with Zero-san at training yesterday?"

Before Deku can answer the one who asks him that, Eijirou comes up, winks and answers in his stead, "Very hard", and runs away to Mina's side before Deku has a shame-filled meltdown.

(The Ground Riot thing stops only when Mina and Eijirou get finally married.)

#bakudeku #katsudeku #katsuki x izuku #ktdk #bkdk #deku the shipper #humour #social media shenanigans #headcanon #fic idea #fanfic idea #too many headcanons #holy crap this was such a shit hc #deku ships kiribaku

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July 6 2019

3:15 am (saturday?)

it feels like july fourth was just a few hours ago, & june should not have passed yet. i really wish i had someone to love in these moments. it really feels like once again no one really cares for me (in all meanings; im not interesting or tasteful or attractive or desirable or worth understanding/being around). i feel so strange about my body as smth that i do not totally mind being in but also feel mildly disgusted by bc of how other ppl have treated me based upon it. it predicates so much of the violence & suffering that i have internalized. also i am hitting a rock with a few things- i spent all of last night (the night before?) looking up careers & etc things all over the internet & i still have no real dreams relating to working & being a worker- i am more & more uncomfortable with my transness & feeling like i will b disgusting & foolish if i become more feminine but also that i am disgusting & foolish already in how i have always looked & felt- i keep looking at these websites related to queer apa groups & literary things & “opportunities” for someone like me & they just fully do not feel like they are for someone like me bc i feel at the same time too privileged & too lacking to be who they want to support & also that i am simply annoying & burdensome for trying to do anything yet feeling like the work that they do is sometimes annoying & useless anyway so what gives them the pride to deny me & then circling back to these ideas abt money & power that seem antithetical to the stated goals of all of us but totally in line with our actions. it all makes me feel increasingly isolated & resentful that i am unable to change how i feel & live in this moment. it feels like i am back in high school with the part of my brain between my eyes aching yet unable to scream & cry. i know i am different now, but not enough, & not in a way that feels loved. i know that part of my problem is not having a large enough heart to love others first, but when i have not been extended kindness in ways that feel right to me, it is hard to step out & be generous to others who i know deep down will no reciprocate meaningfully. i feel stupid for having these desires that seem totally arbitrary & just make things harder for me (a masculine loving force, being treated as a queer femme by my friends & the respect that comes from knowing i have complex thoughts & emotions, codependency & mutualism in a way that may only be “unhealthy” because of how capitalist dynamics structure our interpersonal relationships) but i cant figure out how to change. i dont want to be uncomfortable & unfulfilled for the rest of my life. on the other hand, i now feel so much shame for wanting these things & pursuing these things in the way that i always have such as studying & licking the toes of elitism bc i understand that this is probably not a channel for me to truly gain comfort but a small part of me (& a huge part of the rest of the world) says yes, it really can be.

A review of june:

kicked off the month with sherry leaving. we had our philly day trip to eat cheesecake in late may & then our trip to toronto where we met up with grace for a day & then on the last day we hung out until smth crazy like 4am & i sat on the pavement of our driveway & cried as they back up their cars and left.

the next few days include hanging out w adele, going to hershey to visit alice, & hanging out w adele a little bit more before she left to go on vacation.

around the middle of the month, i did a lot of cooking & eating & sleeping at the correct time & trying to nourish away the emptiness that was slowly creeping in. i was also sewing a shirt with mom that we finished & it looks pretty cute.

mom & i took many trips. after the weekend at hershey, we went to philadelphia just to eat & hang around, & we went to baltimore at the end of the month (just last weekend). we also went to stone valley/shavers creek & walked around.

around june 20th or so everything started to become a blur. i was/am working on the zine, sleeping at the worst hours, & feeling so empty inside.

things on the immediate & horizon:

- i bought silkscreen supplies but have not set up a studio situation yet. i am trying to make smth that i am proud of first i guess.

- i am trying to illustrate a zine/comic but i have totally lost steam. i just want it to magically manifest as a finished product because idk how much i still believe in it in this moment of depression & fear it will never come to fruition. part of why i stopped was bc i started feeling like it was shameful to draw these things that i imagine could be a part of a wonderful life because other ppl could look at it & think abt how foolish & disgusting & simple i am.

- em shared these two articles which are rly fucking with me. i guess its comforting that they describe ugliness as smth that shouldnt be treated badly but they also do not have conclusions abt how to not treat ugliness as undesirability which fucks with me. its this strange rhetoric that undesirable people should be valued but maybe still remain undesirable? while acknowledging that value & desirability r unfortunately but definitely related. the more i think abt it the less sense it makes. esp bc i am struggling so much with feeling wholly & totally undesirable. i sent a msg to em today abt it bc they asked me how i am doing & i think it was too much bc they just liked it & didnt reply.

https://leavingevidence.wordpress.com/2011/08/22/moving-toward-the-ugly-a-politic-beyond-desirability/

https://thebodyisnotanapology.com/magazine/how-to-be-fat-caleb-luna-sub/

- im supposed to have my wisdom teeth removed at the end of august & im pretty scared tbh. i have never had surgery, & there are multiple parts that are intimidating to me. i fear being totally not in control of my body being cut up & gouged & not having the choice rly to object because waiting can only make it worse, i fear the physical stabbing & poking & bleeding, i fear the recovery & the pain & indignity, & i also fear the part abt losing consciousness. i dont know what part of my anxiety keeps telling me that its the same as dying, that losing myself to a strange limbo is terrifying, & that framework even makes me suddenly afraid of sleep. on top of that, i am afraid of what i will say & do as i am coming back into consciousness because i think my base thoughts & emotions are not things that i would want mom to hear.

- i am relearning dr. gradus & here is a section that i played today. ngl i practiced just these measures for the video but also i am rly beginning to string the piece together.

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WHY DOES FORTUNA DISAPPOINT ME SO?

In November of 2018 DE released its latest OpenWorldTM Fortuna, an update I had been waiting for with bated breath from the edge of my seat since its announcement last year. At the time of launch I was logging in every day just for the chance to be one of the first to experience it.

Now over a month later, I sit here struggling to convince myself to go back. Yes, even after the heist update. A sentiment seemingly shared among many others in the community. So as with all things in life we must ask ourselves… why?

-Aesthetic: they decided to drop this thing in November, so I guess instead of going outside to play in the snow users could stay inside log on to warframe and play… in the snow. Yay.

I find myself missing the familiar exotica of not-africa and its kind-of-alive-but-not-really-except-its-made of-flesh-and-you-can-eat-it-wtf-DE? tower. (that bothers me). Just standing in these updates’ respective hub-areas and listening to the ambiance of the environment speaks volumes. The plains has haggling traders, merchants announcing their wares, wind rustling through the many canopies and tent flaps of hand hade fabric, it feels alive where fortuna feels like a cold mechanical day job. If you say that’s intentional… well, I hardly think boredom is anything to aspire to.

I get that they’re going for a sci-fi-punk feel, but it just comes off as monotonous, hopeless, and impersonal.

-Personal connection: Sure Saya’s Vigil was stupid romantic melodrama, sure onko’s decision is lame, sure it was kinda dumb to give newby players a warframe blueprint they couldn’t build until after reaching the mid-game, but ya know what? It worked.

I know who saya and konzu are, i have been with them on their story, every time I see konzu standing there with his girl I know that is because of me. My journey, my struggle, my effort brought these people together. Its simple its small, its human.

I mean who the hell is eudico anyway, why does she fight? Why caste shade on biz’s origins, and are we just going to gloss over an innocent person getting their head chopped off and their organs harvested in the open fucking street???????? There are constant references to people being “brain-shelved” which I can only assume means they get their brain put in a jar and thrown in someone’s freezer, and we get ZERO resolution for that! I mean sure there are fragments to find and scan, but they don’t really tell us anything that couldn’t already have been inferred. With exception to the relationship between biz and little-duck, not that it seems to play into any of their interactions at all. The business does have his conservation thing, which is a part of his character, an old war veteran understand the fragility of life and working to preserve it through peaceful means. But the spirit of it is robbed when they give the same shtick to the random bird guy from cetus. Why? while I could buy Nef Anyo hunting whole species to extinction for profit, nothing about the setting of the plains suggests the animals are in any kind of danger from the grineer. Its just pointless. I mean you could’ve just used the business for both, maybe he’s building a zoo for critters from all over the system, I wouldn’t have questioned it. Heck, it could even have been a nice little unlock to see the place once you catch one of every animal.

Weirdly enough the one character I think is kind of done right here is ticker. Yeah, the kiosk guy above biz’s shop whose only purpose is to sell you debt bonds so you can increase your standing. Maybe its just a dumb stereotype but I like tickers flair for the theatrical, I find it charming. Plus, his first fragment is so terribly depressingly human it just makes me want to give the poor dude a hug.

But at least there’s plenty of snow in the sandbox… er…

-The sandbox is full: I may not be in the console market these days but there have been a lot of sandbox games as of late, like… ALOT! Its basically the only game Ubisoft makes anymore. A wide-open area filled to burst with pointless shallow time wasting minigames of no real importance. OpenWorldTM. The announcement said Orb Vallis would be twice the size of Eidolon and good god does it feel like it! The very construction of the map itself restricts you from moving around it. With its massive board blocking Tim Burton mountains, and how those same mountains prevent you from utilizing the full freedom of the hoverboard, a new vehicle introduced with the update. Sure, there’s a new pet and new guns, but we already had fishing, we had mining, we had a new faction of peaceful traders and merchants to interact with. Outside of new shooty-tubes and endo dumps I don’t really see what’s so special here, especially when the terrain itself renders the races more chore than a challenge without delivering on any significant or memorable locations. Which is weird since there are interesting set pieces in the Vallis that are just never used. Of all the bounties I did getting to “old mate” rank the only location used was a data vault spy mission. You know, the building with the profit taker on it, yeah, you know the one the worst part of the map. Its built like a maze, is too easy to get lost in, has too many BIG rooms going into tiny vents you need an eagle eye to find, and its just an unenjoyable mess. This is especially infuriating as there are numerous more interesting locals around the map, they could use for practically any of the bounties. But no, its never the big Nef Anyo statue we’re fighting under it’s that damn farm thing again. Its never that cool cavernous road through the mountains, its that same damn bridge right in front of Fortuna. Its never a big base filled with enemies and tons of vertical platforms, its always that one generic outpost just down the road.

-Environmental Story: what’s even worse for the environment is its total lack of connection to the rest of the universe. The Plains weren’t just some vaguely African safari area, it was a battlefield. Haunted with the remains of shattered sentient contained within a massive forcefield that also happened to protect it from the deadly radiation and poisons of the outside world. The strange rocks which dot the landscape are the remains of alien spacecraft and its soils are stuffed with all manner of deadly armaments and tools. So, it makes perfect sense that the grineer or other factions would covet this area for its agricultural and military resources. The vallis just looks like a giant sink of effort and resources that could be put to more productive use elsewhere, doubly so considering it’s the corpus funding the whole operation. Which is even more sad given that environmental stories are the one story telling mechanic exclusive to video games. There is no other medium which allows a reader or a viewer to experience its world at their own pace to seek information in their own ways. Making this literary opportunity not only a waste of warframes universe but of the medium itself.

This is naturally only compounded upon with how the resources of the vallis seem even more restricted to fortuna than the plains did to cetus. The toroids are the worst offence in this, but I think I’ll save my thoughts on this growing problem in warframe for when I get around to covering the jovian concord as the issue of resource gating is more blatant there.

-The warframes: so garuda and baruuk, while I find it strange that DE released two frames around the same time that where functionally immortal, I just find their acquisition boring. Garuda’s main blueprint is just handed to you after finishing the introduction mission, and baruuk is straight up just another item you buy. The only difference between buying baruuk for real money and buying him for in game currency is time, and a lot of it given how rare the resource to get him is. Now I know garas main was given at the end of sayas vigil too but there it was built up as an ancient relic of mystical origin. A man left his wife and home to keep this powerful artifact out of enemy hands, sacrificing his whole life and happiness to keep them safe. You weren’t building just another tank with tits; you were reviving a warrior of legend who slew giants and protected the innocent. Revenant as well, had a deific entity granting visions to a child guiding you to the grave of an ancient warrior who fought and eventually fell to the control of his hated enemy. This might sound like a re-tred of inaros for most of you but at least gara and revenent look their parts, rather than just a mish mash of infested gunk slapped onto a skeleton. Point is worldbuilding matters, especially for the warframes. Being the name-sake of the game they deserve some kind of gravitas behind them. Treating a new warframe like another commodity to be bought off a shelf or passed out like a gold star from kindergarden is just… condescending. At least hyldryn got a boss fight out of her release, which is more of a backhanded compliment when you realize almost every other warframe gets a boss fight by default. Soooo… yeah.

Conclusion:

Maybe I’m jaded, just sick of snow, or maybe I’m projecting my exhaustion with the OpenWorldTM genre, I don’t know. There are a lot of reasons I find fortuna unfulfilling, but ultimately, I think its this; fortuna and the vallis were supposed to be an extension to the warframe universe, a playground to explore new perspectives and build on its mythos. It didn’t do that. We went from space travelling assassins trying to fight a war on many fronts to make the galaxy a better place, to a plucky resistance force against an evil conglomerate. It just doesn’t fit with the world we’ve already seen. everything “new” that was introduced here may be new to warframe but has been done much better within any title from the cyberpunk genre.

Its really a shame too as just looking a around can be breathtaking at times, some caves and structures are genuinely beautiful to look at. A lot of work was clearly put into this update, just not in the right places. Gameplay has a few upgrades, the environments are pretty if frustrating to traverse, but the story just comes up short. Sure, we can tolerate illogical grinds and only semi-complete mythologies for our new areas, but without a good story to keep us coming back, to tie everything together, its just disappointing.

-END OF LINE.

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