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Anybody Else Disappointed With How Hawk’s Been Written Lately?

(Exclaimer: I still really like MHA & Hawks)

WARNING RECENT MANGA SPOILERS Personally, ever since he killed Twice, Hawk’s character has slowly gone downhill.

It started when there weren’t any moments where Hawk’s feelings on killing Twice weren’t shown. I know he didn’t want to, but seeing Hawks feel the guilt would coincide well with the hero society’s corruption.

Another thing that would’ve been interesting is Hawk’s having mixed feelings on Endeavor after learning about how the latter treated his children. For a long time, Hawks saw Endeavor as a role model like Midoriya and Bakugo with All Might, so I think learning that his hero isn’t so different from his own father would be good character development. Hawks would feel confused on how he should feel about Endeavor for a bit, but will learn to see Endeavor as human after seeing him wanting to atone for what he did. It would be good for the plot too since it’s a parallel to how civilians heavily admire and rely on the heroes while forgetting that they aren’t perfect people.

I don’t like Hawk’s ending. Instead of becoming the new HC president, I would’ve preferred Hawks taking a break from the hero life and learn to live as Keigo Takami. Hawks lived most of life training to be a hero and a tool for the Hero Commission. He deserves to step back. Also, with the Chapter 429 leaks, I didn’t like Hawks new idea with the hero rankings. It doesn’t change the core issues with hero society. I’m going to be hopeful that the last chapter will show positive changes.

Something else I didn’t like was Hawks saying he abandoned his family and should’ve helped. That couldn’t be further from the truth. His parents abused him and his mom abandoned him to the hero commission. Hawks was just a kid. It was also in bad taste when Hawks commended Shoto for forgiving Endeavor when Hawks couldn’t with his parents. This makes it seem like not forgiving your abuser is a bad thing, which it’s not. The main point of moving on with your trauma is to heal from it, not forgive your abuser. If Hawks couldn’t forgive his parents, that’s okay.

I still really like Hawks, but I feel like he wasn’t written to his full potential.

Done with life or nah?

Summary: You're already losing yourself. But what happens if someone you love and you thought cares about you, hurt you? You already feel like ending it all, maybe he could help you. Help you end everything. The pain, the suffering. After all, he didn't really love you right? Or maybe you could start a new life?

Warning: Cursing, Depression, Loosing a limb(read to find out who), angst, (not sure how I am supposed to note these but feel free to help me!)

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You lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, deep in your mind. The usual thinking about your life decisions. This has become a routine for you every night. `Was it worth it anymore?' `Am I really useless?'. Lifting yourself up, you make your way to the bathroom. Your hands push the door weakly. You stand in front of the sink, sighing after catching a glimpse of your miserable face, you turn your head down to look at your feet 'I hate myself'. Quickly your right hand opens the cabinet under the sink, hand clumsily searching for something. Finally found it, you take a look at the knife. A knife that Toga gave to you as a present for your birthday. The perfect knife for killing people, most importantly killing yourself. You lost in your mind again, thinking if you really should do this, if you should just end it all. Often you see yourself as a burden, as someone who holds the LOV back. Maybe if you weren't there, they would be happy. After all, who would want someone as worthless and useless as you are. "Who would want someone like me?" You repeated. Yeah maybe he is right. Slowly you lift up your left arm, you stare at it sadly while also feeling the anger rising up. Tears threaten to fall. From the wrist up, your hand is completely gone. 'Yeah he's right" you smile sadly while holding back tears.

The members noticed the change of your behaviour. The girl that used to smile a lot, making jokes to cheer them up, playful but at the same time serious is now gone. All that is left is a girl that is desperately trying to survive. But again they decided to not say anything. They already have a hunch of what happened that may be causing it.

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You just got back from your patrol. You know just the usual making sure there aren't any heroes out there that might already catch a smell of the base or else you all need to hide elsewhere. Feeling extremely tired you're hoping you would get some rest instead of comforting your boyfriend, Shigaraki, for the hundreds of times. Now don't get you wrong, you love him for all your life and would sacrifice yourself for him but recently things haven't been the best. You pushed the door to your shared bedroom, sighing to yourself miserably when you caught a pile of dust laying on the floor. Looks like the world will turn against you today too. `There goes another one'. It seems like another mission has gone wrong. You make your way to the corner of the room, having noticed your boyfriend scratching himself at the corner. You cringed at the blood on his body. "Babe? What happened?" You kneeled down in front of him. "Nothing, go away"

You sighed already knowing that this might take a while before you get the rest you needed. "Come on, Shiggy. I know something went wrong. Di-Did a mission failed again?", you tested your luck but when red eyes instantly snap towards your direction, you know you fucked up. "What do you mean by again?" he spats the words while glaring at you. "Do you really think I'm that worthless like you? I'm better than you, you stupid bitch!", You flinch. Trying not to make it worse, you try to explain yourself "No! I mean-" "LISTEN HERE YOU PIECE OF SHIT. YOU'RE ONLY HERE BECAUSE I WANT YOU TOO. I COULD JUST KILL YOU INSTANTLY WITH HOW USELESS YOU'RE TO ME NOW. HOW USELESS YOU'RE BACK THEN"

"Someone who couldn't even save their own family when they are right there" He knows he is being irrational when you only want to help him but he couldn't help but push on one of your nerves.

Now the word keeps on ringing in your head. You smile to yourself remembering the accident 10 years ago when you can't even save your own family from the fire that happened because your brother couldn't contain himself when he discovered his quirk. The only reason you can't save them is because you have the same quirk. You can't fight fire with fire. It's only going to make it worsen, so you just watch as everything goes downhill. Watching with your own eyes, your own family burned alive or so that's what you told them. But little do they know, you didn't even want to save them, not at all.

"Fine. Do whatever suits you. I'm tired", You ended the fight right there and then. "Where the fuck do you think you're going?" He spat out, standing up. Immediately you back away, giving him space. "It's not like I can help you since you won't tell me anything at all" you turn around. "You? Help me? Some weaklings can't possibly think they can help someone as good as a god like me." He smirk. You smile despite the ache in your heart.

"You don't even have a good quirk"

Now that's got your attention. "Excuse me?" You turned your body toward him, feeling deeply offended and hurt. Your quirk isn't "weak" or special. But it's pretty strong. It's a fire quirk that is almost the same as Dabi but the difference is you can change the colour to any colours you want, so it's easier for you to blame the fire to anyone else since you don't have a permanent colour while Dabi's fire is a beautiful and fascinating blue. It always gets you off guard every time he uses it. Even you can't copy the colour perfectly.

"What the fuck did you just say?" You glared at him, extremely pissed off. "I said your quirk isn't that great" he smugly said. "I mean take a look at your own quirk Shigaraki. It's not that special either. Not to forget what it did to your own family" You slam a hand on your mouth. You went too far and you didn't mean to. Shigaraki eyes went wide open and he's fuming with anger. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to go that far!" "FUCK YOU" You hear footsteps outside the room. The others must have heard you guys fighting for a while now. "Fuck babe. I'm sorry I didn't mean to!" "DON'T FUCKING CALL ME THAT"

When both of his hands started to reach out for you, you immediately backed off. "SHIGARAKI PLEASE!" You pulled your hands away from him and tried to turn around when you heard the door open. When you feel pain shooting down your left arm and you're screaming bloody murder. The pains are shooting all over your body causing you to scream in agony. You feel someone pulled you away and brought you to the bar outside. They quickly cut your left hand's wrist to avoid it spreading. "Take a deep breath. It'll be okay" You hear Toga said after calming down. You cringe at the pain you feel in your left arm. "Here take this" Dabi placed pain killers in front of you. Without hesitating you just gulp down the pain killers, just wanting the pain to go away. "You okay?" Dabi asked. "Okay? OKAY?! WHAT THE FUCK DABI?! I JUST LOST MY FUCKING LEFT HAND! I'M NOT FUCKING OKAY" You cried but when you feel Dabi hugged you. You feel guilty for screaming at him when all his done is just helping you. "'m sorry. Scared" he nodded. "It's okay. It'll be okay. I'm here for you. We're here for you" he calmed you down. After a while, your crying slows down to hiccup.

"Y/N........." Dabi feels you tense up when you hear Shigaraki's voice. "Baby? Please I'm sorry" you don't reply to him. You heard his footsteps coming closer, making you hug Dabi even tighter. You feel Dabi lifting you up "Oi Oi Oi Back off" Dabi back away with you in his arm, clenching his teeth. He can't help but feel the hatred growing in his chest after seeing Shigaraki use his quirk on you causing you to lose your arm. "Dabi. 'm scared" you whimpered. "Shhh Shhh. It's okay. I won't let him come near you" he promised, bouncing you up and down still trying to calm you down. Even he himself feels irritated with Shigaraki.

Toga's hiding you and Dabi from Shigaraki sight. The others are ready to prevent you from hurting more than you already are. They all have a soft spot for you but won't admit it. "P-please" he begged them, eyes burning with tears that were leaking. But to his disappointment, none of them moved from their spot and he knew he couldn't even begin to convince them to let him see you. For him to possibly apologize even if you won't accept it, the least he could do is try. A couple minutes pass that feels like hours, you finally whimper from holding the pain due to the room getting so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. Eyes snaps to you, Dabi clears his throat sending a glare in Shigaraki's way "I'll end you if I have to" and immediately retreats to his room. For a second you thought that he's bringing you back to your own room so you clutch your hands on his jacket and quietly whispers "'m don't wanna go back Dabs". "I know I know. I'll never bring you back in there even if you want to" he shushed you. He opens his door and closes in on his back making his way towards his bed. "Sorry my room might not be as nice as yours. There's only one bed so I hope you won't mind my body as a company" he chuckled making you smile a lil. A proud feeling is booming in his chest seeing that he makes you smile. "There's the sweet smile I have been missing"

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And ever since you've been sleeping in Dabi's room. Shigaraki tried talking to you a ~couple~ hundreds of times but you never glance his way to even notice him. Slowly but surely he has given up his hopes and instead tries to send you notes at least once a day to let you know that he's sorry. But it got burned by Dabi before it can reach you. And that makes you feel a lot more better at the thought of someone protecting you from danger.

Your eyes burned with tears at the memory, shaking your heads hoping that it'll go away. You sighed miserably while still looking at the knife. Should you?

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Maybe a part 2 if you guys want? This is my first post so please ignore the mistakes (tell me). I'm not really a writer and English is not my first language. Hope you enjoy it. There are two possible endings maybe shorts one but we'll see.

Why is no one noticing Jin just sipping on his drink like

*SSSSLLLLLUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPP*

*lips smack and breaths out*

toga is the baby of the group

Twice would’ve been alive if the dude who ruined his life look both ways or wasn’t a damn lunatic for jumping in-front of him!

When you know it’s gonna happen

But it still hurts…

(I’m at the road and I’ll see it later… but still…)

no one can tell me the league (pre war) doesnt have nights where they go to arcades and compete at EVERYTHING and whoever gets the most tickets from each event gets all the tickets from it.

im thinking spinner would prob win skii ball but toga would DOMINATE those water shooting games lol.

tomura would prob b good at all the rhythm games but so would hawks wirh guitar hero and dabi with DDR so those would b rlly long fights to the death between them.

twice is prob just playing gatcha machines in the corner and magne is making sure nothing burns down wile also winning every claw game first try somehow

looking for fellow writers!! togachako writing game edition

interested in writing a second part to a short togachako fic i wrote?

i dont really plan on doing anything with this piece so i think it'd be really fun to see people's takes on how to continue it! like a super low pressure writing game

if you do participate, pls tag me or reblog so i can see your contribution!! even if its just a few lines!

the fic is a loose play on frankenstein with some adam & eve elements thrown in (and the unnamed girl is ochako)

have at it! :)

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Toga was a bloodied thing, she knew. 

She was born with cold metal kissing her bare skin and electricity shrieking down her spine. Her first breath- a choking, cut-off scream- was not even her own, the memory too tightly braided with the boom of Dr. Garaki's laughter in his small laboratory. 

I made you, he had explained, pain still ringing oddly in her skull. 

She had been made, not born, and no one loved to remind her of this fact more than Dr. Garaki himself. 

Pet, he called her, grinning indulgently in his tall, wingback office chair. The reflection of his glasses shone like fire. Like the spark that had jolted her alive. 

I made you, he’d say. I made you. 

But what am I? Toga would ask, twin pinpricks of too-sharp teeth digging into her too-wide lips while she fumbled out the words, warmth dribbling from her rosy smile. 

Dr. Garaki did not like this image, nor the question. 

You are my creation, he’d snap, the floor rumbling with the force of his rise from the wingback chair. Do you not trust me, pet? 

Toga would watch the sky flash outside the dark windows of the laboratory and nod, nod, nod because she did not know what she was but she knew punishment well. 

All Toga knew was punishment and Inside. 

The Inside of the laboratory, which smelled faintly of the coins that slipped between uneven couch cushions, and the Inside of Toga- drawn from her own disordered lips- red as plush velvet and twice as sweet. 

Good, Dr. Garaki would say from behind his wide, unbreachable desk. Now behave. 

Behave, behave, behave. 

This word buzzed around Toga’s head like the constant drone of heavy machinery in the lab. It followed her when she closed her fists around home-smelling coins, retrieved from their hiding places late at night, and when she draped her goose-bumped body in the off-limits, grass-green curtains, and, louder still, when she peered out of small, dirt-smeared windows, asking after the word for grass.

Red had leaked from her cheek, then, bursting forth from the skin by the rings adorning Dr. Garaki’s punishing hand. But the word had slipped out as he’d shouted. 

Toga’s tongue had darted to the corner of her mouth and she’d imagined the word blooming over her tongue- swallowed and safe within herself. 

Yes, Toga knew of Inside well. She craved the taste of Outside, now. 

Outside she saw a girl with red flowers in her hand, picked from the border of Dr. Garaki’s property, and high on her cheeks laid a dusting of soft-petalled blush. 

Toga had never known the color red could be so gentle.

Toga longed to be picked from the laboratory like the thorned stems in the girl’s steady hands. To be lifted up. To be held. 

“You’re not supposed to be looking through there,” Twice whispered from over Toga’s shoulder. “It’s bad.” 

Toga gnawed on her bottom lip, drawing red to the surface until she matched the roses being carried further and further from the laboratory. 

“Why?” she asked. 

Toga didn’t know who she was asking- Twice, the disappearing girl, or the flowers? 

Twice was the only one to respond. 

“Because Dr. Garaki said it’s bad,” he reminded her nervously. 

Toga watched the girl’s form begin to blur on the horizon. 

Twice shook her shoulder and Toga’s gaze slipped to the touch, observing the firm boundary between Toga and Twice. His fingers held the same shape as Dr. Garaki’s- more same than Toga’s- yet held none of the anger. Only urgency. 

“How come Dr. Garaki gets to make all the rules?” Toga asked. 

Twice’s hand slipped away like the question had bitten him, and, Toga thought to herself, maybe it had. With Twice’s same-enough hands he could cradle lessons from Dr. Garaki on how to name the objects in the laboratory. His scratching fingers could be gently pulled away from his seams. He could hold close the smiling shape of son on Dr. Garaki’s lips. 

Twice held the honor of being made same-enough while Toga’s hands and heart and smile were wrong, wrong, wrong. 

Pet, Dr. Garaki said, teeth glistening behind a simper. Filthy-

“Mr. Garaki wants what’s best for us,” Twice said, twitching on the last syllable and scratching the ragged line carved down his forehead. 

“Does he?” Toga questioned. 

How do you know? she wanted to ask. She craved his certainty with a desperation that left her Inside chest pounding hard against the firm line of her Outside body. 

Twice twitched. 

“I trust him.” 

The dull roar of the laboratory seemed loud today, and Toga felt restless. 

“Do you trust?” Twice asked. 

Toga’s mouth quivered and she turned her gaze back to the small window. The girl was gone now but she would be back tomorrow. 

Toga flinched as the door slammed open and Dr. Garaki appeared a moment later. 

Pet or-

“Filthy woman,” Dr. Garaki muttered, striding forward to yank the green curtain from Toga’s body. The view of Outside disappeared. 

Toga shivered. 

“Don’t you know your shame dirties you?” Dr. Garaki continued, staring at the Outside of her body. 

Could he see the Inside?

Toga desperately hoped that he couldn’t. 

“It’s unbecoming of my creations,” he stated before spinning on his covered foot to stride through his office door, a box of rattling machine parts held in his arms. 

Toga’s trust in Dr. Garaki was as brittle as the vase she had tipped over the other day, fascinated by the sound it made when it hit the floor. Left in a puddle of red after Dr. Garaki had found her. 

Inside herself, Toga said, I do not trust Dr. Garaki, and shame bloomed hot and heavy in her chest. 

She felt like the vase, one breathless moment before it shattered. 

“Toga?” Twice whispered, eyes drooping with concern. 

“It’s cold,” Toga whispered. 

Twice fidgeted for a moment, his nails hesitating a  few inches from his sewn-together face. After a furtive glance towards Dr. Garaki’s closed office door, he gave into the urge to scratch, leaving raking, red lines across his Outside. 

“I know,” he murmured. “Do I? I…yes. I know.” 

Toga blinked away the blurry heat gathering in her eyes and reached out with her not-same-enough hand until it rested on Twice’s knee. 

Slowly, she ran her hand up and down one length of his leg. Then faster. 

Twice stared. 

“See?” she whispered. “It makes warmth.”

“I…” Twice peeked over his shoulder, towards the door Dr. Garaki had disappeared behind. “…see. I see. I do.”

Toga removed her hand and watched Twice repeat the action for himself. 

Toga turned back to the green curtain, looking in the place she knew the window lived, and began rubbing warmth back into her arms as she imagined the girl. 

I trust her, Toga decided. 

And how lovely was it for there to be a her that wasn’t Toga? A her that Toga might be same-enough for. 

Dr. Garaki cursed the Outside people but Toga bit her lip and danced with the idea that the girl from Outside might see Toga- red as the roses she always returned to- and pluck her, instead. 

And then maybe Toga could live how she wanted to. Cursed or not.

Lola

Age: 19

Birthday: July 29th at 6 am

Likes: Quiet, peacefulness, flowers, feeling peoples different skin textures, playing the kalimba, Shgaraki

Dislikes: People talking about her father, loud noises,, violence, bullies, her old school, abusers, Endeavor, herself

Bilingual in Spanish, English, and Japanese

Quirk: Corpse flower

Her hair is almost as long as rapunzel’s and anyone that touches her by the hair with their bare skin will almost immediately have a heart attack or seizure, and die. She is also able to disintegrate anything her hair touches, almost exactly like Shiggy’s quirk.

The rose on top of her head is actually a part of her body and every time she kills someone or loses control of her emotions, it emits a rotting flesh smell just like a real corpse flower. It also symbolizes what she feels

When she’s sick or unwell, the rose starts to wilt. 🥀

Rotting flesh= angry/sad

Lavender= scared, or trying to relax or calm down

Fresh Roses= Happy

Breaks down in tears when someone is killed from her quirk.

Sometimes when she has mental breakdowns, the hair has a mind of it’s own and extends and/or unravels itself to destroy or disintegrate everything around her. The LOV made a special room for her to lock herself in so she doesn’t kill everyone at the base.

She snuck into the sports festival, and after hearin what Endeavor shouted at his son when he used his fire, she knew almost instantly what must be going on behind the scenes… after all… her father was almost no different.

Her father and mother were both pro heroes. But once Lola’s quirk manifested, she accidentally killed her mother, and her father abandoned her. After years of being bounced around and abused in the foster system, she saw how the people in the LOV almost took out Endeavor with the nomu, she wanted to join… thinking people are oh so great when really they’re nothing but wolves in sheeps clothing (or I guess in this case; Villains Wearing A Hero’s Cape) don’t deserve the fame and glory they get, when they themselves do villainous deeds that most of the time produce what society labels as “Villains”

That, and… she doesn’t think there’s anything else for her to do with the kind of quirk she’s burdened with.

Everyone at the LOV was surprised when this young girl presented herself as a person who wants to join the most wanted terrorist group in Japan. The boys even placed bets on how long it would take her to leave.

Shigaraki refused at first, thinking someone as sensitive, weak, and fragile as her, would last a day in the LOV

Twice and Toga thought that she was cute, and wanted her to stay.

Shigaraki saw way too much of himself in Lola and after 48 hours of not being able to get her out of his head; he finally let her join.

Twice Is Too Slept On And Not Enough Slept With: Part 2

WC: 921

CW: dirty talk, oral sex, vaginal sex, MMF, Twice x Reader x Twice’s Double, praise kink.

Jin doesn’t always take you like he would a lover. 

Tonight, he fucks you like he means it. 

He starts off with pistoning his fingers within your sopping cunt, grinding the heel of his palm against your clit as he mouths at the dusky peaks of your nipples.

“More,” you mewl, huffy whines catapulted to the ceiling. 

“Greedy girl, aren’t you?” His stubble grazes your clavicle while he speaks into the salty warmth of your skin. “You want more, princess? I’ll fuckin’ give you more.”

A duplicate is separated from him, and you shiver, the thick head of his cock beginning to breach your entrance. You’re speared on his length, struggling to take the girth as another is prodding against your mouth. You comply with lust-heavy eyes, glassy and half-lidded, your tongue lolling out to receive him between your lips. You become putty for him. Limp and lax upon the bed, encouraging the Jin who’s thrusting into the slick at your center to angle you just right, to mold you until he can work your pliant body.

His double shoves his cock down to the hilt, spit dribbling from the corners of your mouth, his grip firm on either side of your jaw to ensure you’re taking him the way he wants. A damn near shameful whimper is the only thing that betrays the composure he’s holding onto, slinking from his chest as you run the flat of your tongue across his pulsing shaft. You can tell he’s starting to crack. His hips are stuttering, legs shaking, eyes twitched up when you hum against him. 

“This enough for you? Hmm?” His voice gravels an octave lower, the slightest quiver held within it.

Another pair of hands paw eagerly at your form, slamming you by the hips so that he can pound into your messy cunt, the tip of him dragging along a soft ledge deep inside of you. 

“Don’t worry about answerin’, princess. I can feel how wet you are. Ngh, such a wet, tight little pussy you’re lettin’ me fuck,” he shudders as you clamp around him. 

A strained whine is bitten back, “Gonna cum in this pretty mouth. Gonna—hah—oh, f-fuck.” The phrase lilts towards the end, breathy and heady, melting into a climbing groan as he spills his release onto your tongue. 

You look him directly in the eyes, his palm resting at the back of your head, and you swallow him as far back as you can manage, relishing in the way he sputters broken little phrases, so bliss-drunk and spent. 

“That’s right. Good girl, takin’ what we give you,” his praise is strained, a fire lit under him when he sees his cock pulled from your lips. 

You give a delighted whimper as Jin repositions you into his lap, rotating your back to his chest and spreading your pussy apart for better access to the unbearable ache at your clit. He gives the throbbing bud a few delicate swipes of his thumb, breath hot at the crook of your neck, his hips beginning to pick up the pace once more. 

“You gonna cum if I keep playing with you like this?” He asks teasingly, though the fog settling atop his eyes says he isn’t far behind. 

You nod zealously, “Uh-huh. ‘M so close.”

“Fuck, I know you are, baby,” his nails dig into the plush of your hips, free hand still working you in tandem. “It’d be a shame not to have it on my cock and my tongue, though.”

He nudges your legs further apart, the double’s hand replacing his, now kneeling in front of you as Jin holds you steady in his lap and ruthlessly pounds into your cunt. 

“Got such a cute little clit,” he laps your swollen sex in one long stroke. “Let’s see how quick we can get you off if I lick it.”

He pulls you betwixt his lips, sucking and flicking his tongue across the underside, and you clench like a vice in response. 

“Keep doin’ that. Fuck, she’s gettin’ so tight on me,” Jin grits as he opens your thighs even more with each hand.

Twice’s duplicate growls beneath you, that sinfully skilled mouth of his laving over your peak, Jin thrusting into your cunt all the while. His tongue circles your clit, a string of curses spilling incoherently from your lips as you feel yourself edging closer to your undoing. 

“Such a good girl. Doing such a good job taking me like this. Yeah, there ya go, just like that,” the sultry coo fans hot over your skin. 

Loud, wet slaps of skin against skin hang in the tepid air, that familiar coil winding tight within your core. He’s relentless now, humming onto your sensitive apex, sucking you into his mouth one last time before you’re sent crashing headlong into an orgasm that has you seeing stars. You gasp and writhe and moan his name.

“Oh my God,” he sounds so incredibly wrecked, sobbing at the feeling of you squeezing him, panting and bucking wildly. “Cum on my cock. That’s it, princess, cum all over this fuckin’ cock. Mmmff. Yeah, make a mess. That’s it. I’m gonna—gonna—“

He pulls back one good time to properly rut himself into you, stuffed down to the hilt as he pulses inside of your fluttering walls, thick, hot cum dripping down his shaft from your raw, puffy pussy. You’re trembling by the time he releases you from his mouth, the lot of you huffing to catch your breaths. Your head falls back onto his chest. 

“Hey,” Jin taps you on the cheek, duplicate standing, pumping his length, “you ready for round two?”

Scrolling through the fics of your underappreciated favorite characters only to realize half of them are the ones you wrote

Me: Boy I sure do love being normal.

Limerence for fictional men who literally do not exist:

Twice does all the cooking because Shigaraki tried once and they all had food poisoning, Toga doesn’t know a measuring cup from a teaspoon, dabi only knows how to make kraft dinner, grilled cheese sandwhiches, and cup ramen, spinner absolutely butchers the ingredients, and mr compress doesn’t want to.

was thinking about aot, mha, and jjk and all the angst in the shows and the characters who’ve died and came up with this angst drabble. i apologize in advance. (could also apply to characters from other shows.) (was thinking a bit about jason todd here and some mcu characters.)

cw; angst but not too bad, allusions to character death (thinking about writing a whole fic on this, might turn it into a story don’t know what character i’d pick though.)

as usual please don’t use, copy, or steal my works. thank you and enjoy 😊

in the dark of the night, when the people sleep and the city is quiet, on a rooftop under the clear sky, two figures sit and watch the stars.

“do you ever think about redoing it all?” a whispered voice carries in the wind, a chill running through his veins.

there’s a soft humming sound that filters in the air, an acknowledgment of the question and a que to continue.

“if you had the chance to go back and do it again, would you? would you change anything?”

his head tilts as he processes your words. the stars blink at him in anticipation, silently awaiting his answer.

“i don’t know.”

his voice is meager, afraid to speak any louder and scare you away again.

“do you?”

such a simple question yet the answer is anything but.

he draws in a breath at your silence.

“i think i would change one thing.”

a pause, he turns to look at you.

“i’d fighter harder not to lose you.”

he smiles softly and gently tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. you continue to stare at the sky, afraid it’ll all disappear if you move.

“y/n… you lose me no matter what you do.”

you sigh and his touch is gone just as quickly as you felt it.

glancing to where he sits, you choke back a sob, he’s already fading as the light from the sun starts to rise.

“i know.” you feel like you can’t breathe as the words force their way past your lips.

he smiles. it’s broken.

“i’m sorry.” your heartbreaks as he speaks, you’re starting to forget what he sounds like, it’s been so long.

“i love you.” you reach for him, hoping, no praying, that you can touch him, feel him one last time before he slips from your grasp again.

“i know.” he never says it back and you know it’s because you never confessed when he was alive so you can’t imagine what the words would sound like on his lips.

not even your dreams can bring you solace as you watch him fade completely, your body jolting upright in the sweat soaked bed you lay.

the tears are steadily streaming down your face and you do nothing to stop them as the sun crests over the horizon and the light sneaks into your room.

“why’d you have to go?”

there’s no answer, there’s never been one and you doubt you’ll get one in this lifetime.

me n the homies robbing some back alley convenience store for goods

i cant find the post talking about the league character designs anymore but they should have really kept the pink bandana twice got from toga during the overhaul arc as a permanent part of his character design

like aside from slightly better communicating "oh yeah, this suit is Literally the thing holding this guy together" it also looks really heckin cute

tbh horikoshi failed so phenomenally writing the league of villains, because hell no, i don't want to see these lil guys be thrown into prison or die a horrible death, i want them to be happy and okay and be able to live their life to the fullest