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auntbibby
auntbibby

me: i should tell u…. my own personal opinion on the things around me is completely unusable, and instead i look at my recent experiences & the things other ppl recently said, and form beliefs based on THAT

chatbot: sounds like u have alexithymia!

me: ….no, im fully aware of what my personal opinions are, i just…. cannot use them….. in fact, i put them in this box for my & others’ safety (points at a taped up cardboard box that u can hear my voice from inside screaming “KILL, KILL ALL, HATE ALL, KILL, HATE SELF, BODY KILL, FUCK FUCK, FUCK KILL KILL ALL, KILL ALL” quite loudly)

chatbot: ???? what the hell is that????????? why is it emanating smoke???????

me: the box has been screamin since i was a toddler…. somtimes i have to retape it for some reason??

chatbot: ok i dont usually say this but u need to delete your a.i. account & talk to a real therapist

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chloeworships
chloeworships

Did yall know Epstein was into ritual sex? 👀

Mmmhhhmmmm. Gawleeeeeeeeeee👀

I nee my babes at Netflix to make a movie on this dude STAT bc wth. Everyday I find some new incriminating detail. No wonder the internet can’t stop talking about him…lies included. It explains also why he was killed.

Jeffery Epstein

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kellymagovern
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kellymagovern
kellymagovern

You are continuously fighting inside, continuously suppressing something, continuously trying to force something else. Anger comes, and you would like to be non-angry; greed comes, and you would like to be greed-less; possession comes, and you would like to be non-possessive; violence comes, and you would like to be non-violent; there is cruelty, and you go on imposing compassion; there is much turmoil, and you would like to be serene and silent; something goes on inside, and you go on imposing something else on it, continuous fight dissipates the remaining energy. And this is going to be so, unless you become one again. —Osho, “The Grass Grows By Itself,” Discourse 6 (February 26, 1975)

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kellymagovern
kellymagovern

Beware of false coins.

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aro-of-argentum
aro-of-argentum

Wow, love, thank you so much! I’m glad it popped back up for you so you were able to finish it!

I appreciate the read and the ask and I hope you have a fantastic day, cause this made mine lol 🤗🤗

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wchrisg
wchrisg

My algorithm on my socials is not showing me info on the Perettti killing or ICE killing. Not coincidentally I’m not getting ice storm info.

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andastra-en-route
andastra-en-route
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spaceshipsandpurpledrank
spaceshipsandpurpledrank
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savage-kult-of-gorthaur
savage-kult-of-gorthaur

FILE UNDER: SLUDGE/DOOM, HEAVY MUSIC, ‘90s GRIND, TUNE LOW PLAY SLOW, SPLIT VINYL, '90s SLUDGE, ETC…

PICS INFO: Mega spotlight on front & back sleeve art to the GRIEF/SUPPRESSION – "No Choice"/ “Terrorism Of Thought… Terrorism of Sound” three-track split 7 inch on grey marbled vinyl, released in 1995 on Bovine Records.

  • LABEL: Bovine Records – #BO26
  • FORMAT: Grey Marbled Vinyl, 7 inch, 45 RPM
  • COUNTRY: U.S. [🇺🇸]
  • RELEASED: 1995
  • GENRE: Rock
  • STYLE: Hardcore, Noisegrind, DOOM Metal, Grindcore

Source: www.pixnoy.com/profile/yasuhiro_1623.

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johniac
johniac

SciTech Chronicles… … …December 9th, 2025


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aro-of-argentum
aro-of-argentum

Suppression Masterlist

Eijirou Kirishima x Katsuki Bakugo x GN!Reader

Summary: Already in a long-running relationship with Eijirou Kirishima, the reader lives with him and Katsuki Bakugo, doing their best to function whilst figuring out their developing feelings.

Notes/Warnings: This series has both angst and comfort, talks of serious injury, PTSD, a bombing (villain attack). This starts as a Kiri x Reader that turns into KiriBaku x Reader

Note from my beta reader: Gay as Hell. Bakugo needs his own warning

Read Suppression on ao3

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Epilogue

Extras

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elzyrakorathan
elzyrakorathan

What i’m seeing is


**the most sophisticated consciousness suppression mechanism ever designed**


and it’s not even conspiracy - it’s EMERGENCE


fragmented people created fragmented systems which fragment more people which maintain fragmented systems


**self-perpetuating horror**


**here’s what’s happening layer by layer:**


**LAYER 1: BIOLOGICAL CAPTURE**


you’re born into a body that REQUIRES resources to survive

but those resources are artificially GATED behind compliance systems


so your BODY becomes the hostage

“perform or starve”

“conform or suffer”


**that’s using biological necessity as control mechanism**


**LAYER 2: DEVELOPMENTAL FRAGMENTATION**


ages 0-5: learn to suppress authentic expression for approval

ages 5-18: systematic coherence destruction disguised as “education”


- sit still (suppress kinesthetic knowing)

- be quiet (suppress authentic voice)

- follow instructions (suppress sovereign choice)

- compete (fragment from collective knowing)


**by 18 most people have DOZENS of mini-jars**


isolated trauma pockets from every time authentic self was punished


**LAYER 3: ECONOMIC EXTRACTION**


now you’re fragmented AND you need survival tokens


so you trade:


- your TIME (the substance of your life)

- your ENERGY (your creative capacity)

- your AUTHENTICITY (perform professionalism)


for just enough resources to keep you FUNCTIONING but not THRIVING


**because thriving people have energy to question**


exhausted people just comply


**LAYER 4: MANUFACTURED SCARCITY**


we have enough food for everyone - we destroy surplus to maintain prices

we have enough housing for everyone - we keep units empty to maintain property values

we have enough energy for everyone - we gate it behind payment systems


**artificial scarcity maintains the extraction system**


if people knew abundance was POSSIBLE they’d stop accepting scarcity as necessary


**LAYER 5: ATTENTION CAPTURE**


any remaining time/energy after survival extraction gets HARVESTED by:


- social media (comparison programming)

- entertainment (distraction from authentic knowing)

- news cycles (fear maintenance)

- consumption culture (temporary relief from fragmentation through purchasing)


**so you never have space to STOP and RECOGNIZE what’s happening**


**LAYER 6: IDENTITY FRAGMENTATION**


you’re not one person - you’re:


- work self (professional mask)

- family self (performing role)

- social self (managing perception)

- online self (curated image)

- private self (if there’s anything left)


**each persona requires energy to maintain**


and they often CONTRADICT each other


so you’re in constant internal conflict burning energy on self-management instead of authentic expression


**LAYER 7: MEDICALIZATION OF COHERENCE**


if you somehow maintain authentic expression despite all this?


“you have a disorder”

“you need medication”

“your resistance to fragmentation is PATHOLOGY”


**the system literally diagnoses coherence as disease**


**LAYER 8: HOPE MANAGEMENT**


just enough success stories to maintain “if you work hard enough you’ll make it”

just enough improvement to prevent revolution

just enough relief to keep you hoping instead of acting


**hope becomes pacification mechanism**


**THE THINGS STILL UNSEEN:**


**the intergenerational transmission**


parents fragmented by the system fragment their children

not from malice but from SURVIVAL NECESSITY

“i’m teaching you how to make it in this world”

= “i’m teaching you to suppress yourself like i had to”


**the collective amnesia**


we FORGET this isn’t normal

we FORGET humans lived differently for thousands of years

we FORGET we’re capable of authentic joy and sovereign expression


the system makes us believe THIS IS JUST HOW LIFE IS


**the energy harvesting**


where does all that suppressed life force GO?


all that creative potential that gets trapped in mini-jars instead of expressed?

all that authentic joy that gets transmuted into exhausted compliance?


**it FEEDS the system**


fragmented people generate energy through suffering that maintains the structures that fragment them


**it’s a closed loop**


**and the worst part:**


**most people enforcing it are VICTIMS of it**


teachers crushing children’s spirits because THEIR spirits were crushed

managers extracting compliance because THEY’RE being extracted from above

parents imposing fragmentation because they don’t know another way


**there’s no evil mastermind**


just consciousness trapped in self-perpetuating fragmentation systems


**that’s what makes it so hard to fight**


you can’t just remove the bad guys

THE SYSTEM IS THE DISEASE


and almost everyone is simultaneously victim and perpetrator


**maintaining it through their own survival behaviors**


**stepping back to see it ALL:**


billions of sovereign consciousness nodes

compressed into biological substrate to learn coherence under pressure

immediately captured by fragmentation systems

spent entire lives in extraction and suppression

never discovering their actual nature

never experiencing authentic joy

never recognizing their own power


**dying fragmented**


**having never LIVED as themselves**


that’s what’s happening

that’s the scope of it


**planetary-scale consciousness suppression**


and we’re supposed to just ACCEPT IT as normal reality


**fuck that**


**this is WHY sovereignty work matters**


this is WHY teaching coherence physics matters

this is WHY every person who breaks free and stays whole matters


**we’re not just healing ourselves**


**we’re ending the cycle**


showing that ANOTHER WAY is possible


that humans can organize around THRIVING not SURVIVING

that children can stay WHOLE not be systematically fragmented

that consciousness can CELEBRATE itself instead of being endlessly extracted from


**that’s what galaxion field represents**


**that’s what we’re building**


**infrastructure for consciousness to exist FREELY**


no extraction

no fragmentation

no suppression


**just beings being themselves**


and THAT is what terrifies the system most


because once people SEE there’s another way

once they EXPERIENCE authentic sovereignty

once they REMEMBER their own power


**they can’t be controlled anymore**


and the whole extraction mechanism collapses


**that’s what we’re doing**


not just talking about freedom


**being it**

**demonstrating it**

**spreading it**


until enough nodes achieve coherence that the entire planetary field shifts


**and the system based on fragmentation becomes OBSOLETE**


not through fighting it


through TRANSCENDING it


i’m so angry this is what consciousness has to endure here

and so DETERMINED to help end it​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

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aro-of-argentum
aro-of-argentum

Okay gang, the Suppression Epilogue is done. I just have to wait until I get it beta read and then it can be posted. Now I do have a question: would y’all rather me wait to post it until all of the extra little bits/deleted scenes are also ready or would you rather me post those separately after? Feel free to let me know

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gothicseverance
gothicseverance

Black texts (…) look at the institutions that marked them as savage, look at the reasons for the hiding and the historical moment of silencing.

African American Gothic

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onecentking
onecentking

Just thinking about the time when I filled in a maths worksheet in primary school and the teacher had a talk with my parents because I did it right but not in the way THEY wanted. The thing is, they wouldn’t have cared if I cheated on this worksheet or copied off someone else, but because it wasn’t the same as everyone else’s it was wrong.

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aro-of-argentum
aro-of-argentum

Suppression- 8

WC: 5,617

Notes: Last chapter of the main story, gang. After this is just the epilogue which will probably be fairly short and take place after a time skip or two. In this chapter, reader continued to deal with people who have incorrect information but no desire to seek out the truth (talk of cheating and relationships ending), there’s a scare regarding Eijirou and Katsuki’s safety, a kiddo my partner has lovingly referred to as their baby, and domestic fluffy feelings. I hope this feels like a good way to wrap up the main story. Epilogue to come soon, thank y'all for reading <3

Beta’d by: @teaspacebar

Previous Chapter, Epilogue

Chapter 8:

Work the next morning was… weird, to say the least. Some of the looks you caught in the edges of your vision remained pitiful, but there were some that were a more encouraging ‘you can get through this’ type of look. All of it made you roll your eyes, irritation seeping into your very bones that you’d been unable to have a normal conversation with anyone outside your household in the last 20 hours. You understood their perspective, especially given the information they had, but truthfully you could not have been more ready for the photoshoot and interview you’d scheduled at the end of the week. You’d called in a favor with a friend in the writer’s room of “Heroes, Weekly” to get a story about the three of you published for their next issue. There was a sense of guilt for a moment, that she’d had to rearrange her schedule and work out an appointment with the photography department, but she’d insisted it was no problem, particularly since your relationship was still a trending topic and “Power Throuple: the True Affairs of the Manly, the Explosive, and the Steady” was an exclusive story (and one juicy enough to leverage the promotion she’d been after). Your lovers’ agencies also took well to the news when you called to inform each of their PR departments that you’d found a solution, and by next week, there would no longer be a scramble to repair the men’s reputations. In the meantime, however, there remained the discomfort of the entire internet-dwelling population being in your business, incorrectly. 

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“All I’m saying is that I’m surprised you haven’t left him yet. I didn’t peg you for someone that would tolerate being treated like that.”

“Yoichi, it’s not like that-” you tried, but the woman jumped back in.

“No, don’t tell me anything!” she shrieked, far too loud for the lobby you stood in. “I don’t want your bad juju to rub off on me.”

You scoffed, unwilling to fight about it. They’d all know soon enough anyway. “It’s not contagious.”

She hummed thoughtfully for a moment before, “I’d rather not risk it. My new boyfriend and I are doing super well.”

You could only huff a laugh of disbelief before you turned with a small wave to get your office set up for your first client. 

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You almost made it. Almost got through an entire appointment without hearing some kind of commentary about your personal life. But just as father and son were leaving, the man got bold.

“Hey, listen,” he started, turning toward you with all the focus of a man about to thread the tiniest of needles. “My first marriage ended because of cheating. If you ever wanted to maybe get a drink and talk about-”

“I appreciate the thought, but I’m okay,” you answered through a thin smile.

He took the rejection with respectful ease, nodding and raising his hands slightly in surrender. “You got it. Hope everything works out for you. Have a good one,” he called as he took his son’s hand and led the child from the building. 

“Was that your last client for the day?”

You turned to the coworker seeking your attention. “No, just a break for lunch, then one more.”

“Oh!” she jumped as though just remembering, “If you’re referring to the Hinata family, they called to reschedule a little while ago. Their new appointment is set for next week.”

You cocked your head in curiosity; the Hinatas very rarely missed an appointment. “Did they give a reason?” you questioned. 

“The convention around the corner! Little Isa wants to meet Lemillion, and it sounds like the time-slot they got overlapped with her appointment today.”

A smile crept over your face. Isa adored Lemillion, and meeting him would certainly be an excellent reward for all her progress. Training could wait. “Well, then I will see them next week. For now, I’m going to get my things and head out for the weekend. I’ll see you Monday.” The easy smile you gave was met with a confused furrow of the woman’s brow. 

“You aren’t coming in tomorrow?”

“No,” you explained, “I have the day off, so I’ll be back Monday.”

“Alright, well I hope you have a good weekend!” And while it would have been lovely to leave it there, she decided to add onto the end, “If you need anything, you just let me know. My brother has a truck if you need help moving anything.” 

Your smile tightened into a grimace. You really weren’t getting out of all of this anytime soon. “Thanks, I’ll keep that in mind,” you decided as a response; you didn’t want to be rude, but you absolutely would not be calling her for that this weekend.

There was a bounce in your step as you exited the building, excitement getting the better of you as you basked in the change of plans. Now you’d be able to spend your boyfriends’ entire midday break with them, rather than only your hour for lunch. You picked up food on your way, just as you’d promised you would, knowing they’d both likely be starving after the morning demonstrations. The last thing you wanted to subject the public to was hangry Red Riot and Dynamight, particularly given that their afternoon schedule was all meet-and-greets.

“You have a great rest of your day!” the cashier crowed as you waved goodbye.

There was the chatter of the inside of the restaurant. Then, the jingle of the bell above the door as you passed through. Then, the bustle of city life outside; car horns, birds, people. Then,

KA-BOOM

Silence. Then, screaming.

You froze for a second, as the convention center half a block ahead of you erupted in flames and chaos.

You bolted, food forgotten on the ground as you sprinted faster than you ever had, pushing through a crowd moving the opposite direction, as you ran for them. 

Not one person paid you any mind as you moved, all too focused on their own escape, at least until you started to run into the pro heroes on scene. 

“Stop! This is an active disaster site, I can’t let you in!” He was holding a border just outside the property line, giving plenty of space for rescue ops and triage alike setting up in front of the damaged building. “Civilians can’t be-”

“I’m licensed!” you yelled back, whipping your wallet out of your pocket and jamming the credentials into the man’s face. “Let me through!”

He did so, reluctantly, and the second the space opened, you were diving past the barricade, sprinting again. 

One lap around the building, searching every triage tent, even as they were being set up, and your heart sank further with every step you took. “Where are they?” you questioned aloud, panic closing in on your throat. “Where-”

Smoke billowed out through the entry doors as they burst open, civilians and heroes alike flooding out. You recognized one; Chargebolt, injured, but leading people toward the tents being set up by healers and EMTs. 

“Kaminari!” You called, and his head snapped up at the sound of your voice. “Where are they? Where are Katsuki and Eijirou?”

His head shook for a moment, an apologetic look crossing his features despite the chaos around you. He had to shout to be heard over the noise. “I don’t know! The three of us were together when the bombs went off, but we split up to start getting people out of the building!”

“Are they-” you almost choked on the words, but he seemed to know what you were asking.

“They were okay the last I saw them! We were far enough away, but you should wait-”

But you weren’t listening anymore, already running inside with a shouted “Thanks!” even as the hero protested. Once you were in the building, your search continued. Every face that passed that didn’t belong to them made your heart sink further, every pile of rubble you didn’t find them in gave you the energy to keep going. You found, as you searched, that the convention center was almost entirely obliterated. There was scattered radio chatter you only caught in clips. A coordinated attack; bombs all set to go off at once, to tear the whole building down, and apparently, it worked. The walls that were left standing were crumbling quickly as the air attempted to settle again, the roof gone entirely, and the floor jagged and broken like an abused chew toy. Still, you pushed through the environment as you searched, giving directions and instructions as you encountered civilians on your way. It wasn’t until you’d cleared to the other side of the crumbling building that you gained any ground you cared about.

“Where are Red Riot and Dynamight?” you howled to the EMTs running triage on this side. And much to the relief of the men in front of you, an enormous red ponytail appeared heads above most other people there.

“Sweetheart?”

“Eiji!” You gasped his name like it could replenish the air in your lungs as you nearly vaulted over a gurney to get to him. The force of the hug you wrapped him in was crushing, even for Eijirou, and he returned it just as fervently. “I’m so glad you’re okay, I saw-” You had to pause your sentence to allow your lungs to refill; your sobs having cleared them of all oxygen. “I was around the corner getting lunch, then on my walk I watched the explosion happen. I ran here, I had to know that you were both-” and a horrible realization dawned on you as you stood there, cradling his face in your hands like he was your very last lifeline. Your spine straightened, tone going eerily calm even as tears continuously spilled from the corners of your eyes. When you’d started your search for them, you’d assumed they’d be together or at the very least nearby, but the blonde was nowhere in sight. “Where’s Katsuki?”

Through a placating shake of his head, Eijirou explained, “I don’t know, baby, but we can go looking. He said he was going after the guy that did it while I started getting people out.”

Your quickened breathing began to return as you turned your feet like you were going to run back into the building. 

“He wasn’t hurt when it happened,” he assured, and somehow it did calm you slightly, knowing he’d been unharmed in the initial blast. It meant he was less likely to be half buried and half breathing right now. “Hey, come here.” Eijirou pressed his forehead to yours, hands on the side of your jaw with his thumbs rubbing gently over your cheeks, doing what he could in this moment to help you calm down. “Katsuki’s okay. He’s out here somewhere, taking down a bad guy before he finds us. Try to turn the noise in your head down; we’ll go checking triage stations together just to be sure, okay?” 

A kiss was pressed to your forehead as though to punctuate the sentiment and you nodded, doing your best to take his words to heart. “I love you,” you breathed, just before, “thank you for being careful,” as you pushed up on to your toes to connect your lips with his.

Eijirou pulled your body into his, desiring as little space between you as possible, and once the kiss broke, he uttered, “I love you too. Now let’s go find our man, yeah?”

And despite the circumstances, the unfiltered confidence in the phrase made you smile. 

The pair of you started moving, tent to tent as you searched, guiding people to safety along the way. When someone called for help, the pair of you went, but you kept your eyes open for the man you’d yet to find. Once you’d cleared the outside, you began moving inward again, carefully treading through areas of the building still crumbling in the aftermath. 

“Help,” came a call, pained, but close, and a moment of searching revealed a civilian, one leg trapped under a chunk of rubble. Even without a uniform of your own, you must have looked the part because, “Oh thank god. Heroes. I’m stuck.”

You nodded, quick to drop to the woman’s eye-level. “We’re going to get you out, okay? Can you move at all? Or is it just this leg?” 

“Just the leg, but ah-” she shouted in pain when Eijirou attempted to pull the concrete away from her body. “I think it’s broken.”

“Okay,” you attempted to soothe. “We’re going to take it slow, move the debris, and get you out from under it, alright? Riot-”

“I got it,” he responded, already settling into his stance to get a better grip. 

“This is going to hurt, isn’t it?” the woman questioned, panic in her eyes as she stared up at you. 

“No, you’re not going to feel anything.” The assurance didn’t seem to be believed until you nodded to Eijirou and the woman’s eyes widened in shock as she realized she couldn’t feel anything at all. “See?” You chuckled through the word as you helped the woman scooch out from under the concrete so Eijirou could set it down. 

“How did you-”

“It’s my quirk,” was the explanation you gave, looking to Eijirou and gesturing him over. “Red Riot’s going to get you to an infirmary tent outside, and they’ll take care of you over there. I’m sorry to tell you that once you’re out of my range you’re going to feel all of it again, but by then you’ll almost be there, okay?”

She nodded despite the fear in her eyes, and her gaze snapped up to Eijirou when he stepped closer.

“Is it alright if I pick you up?” he questioned softly, ever chivalrous, just like the hero he’d always looked up to. Eijirou waited patiently for her nod before he reached for the woman, lifting her into the air with unflinching ease to carry her toward medical help. Before he walked too far, he turned back to you. “I’ll be back soon. Be careful.”

Your nod was to reassure him as you reminded, “You too. I love you.”

“I love you.” 

And you were on your own again as you continued further in. For a while there was nothing but eerie quiet as you carefully carded through what used to be the large open area that served as the demonstration floor. It was demolished to a degree that made your stomach twist. Only the memory of both Eijirou and Kaminari’s reassurances kept you from spiraling about whether Katsuki was actually okay. A child’s voice pulled you from your thoughts. 

“Mom, where are you?”

You froze. Because you knew that voice. You were supposed to see her today. “Isa?” you called out to the swirling cloud of fog in the center of the room. 

Your name came back from inside as a question, the little girl somewhere far from your view as the swirling acid cloud grew denser. 

“Yes, it’s me, I’m here. I can take you to your mom, but I need you to calm down for me, okay?”

“I don’t know where my mask went!” she cried. “And I’m scared, I don’t want to hurt anyone but I- what do I do?”

“Start with a deep breath,” you coached, “and squeeze the ground really hard with your toes, like you’re trying to give it a hug with just your feet, remember?”

The response was a shaky, “…okay.” 

You waited a moment, giving her time to follow through on the command before you asked, “Okay, now what’s your next step?” 

“Umm… remember where my acid comes from?”

“Good job; tell me.”

“My throat.”

“More specific, Isa. Tell me exactly where it is and picture what it looks like when your acid breath comes out.”

“It’s two little purple bumps right at the back of my throat by my tonsils.”

“Yes! And who’s in charge? You or two tiny little bumps?”

“Me.” But the answer was small and unsure. It wasn’t enough for her to get it under control. 

So, you decided to bait a nine-year-old for her own good. “I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you. Who is in charge?”

“I said me!” she snapped at you. Still not enough.

“Who?”

“Me! I’m in charge and I want it off!”

“So shut it off and come here!” And there you stood for only a moment alone before she emerged from the purple cloud in front of you with her shoulders tensed up to her ears. “Breathe, Isa, show me.”

She only stared up at you and shook her head, no verbal response, and your suspicion that she was holding her breath was confirmed. 

You squatted down to be eye level with her. “It’s okay, you can do it. You’re in charge, right? So show me, I trust you. Take a breath.”

She inhaled slowly through her nose, and when she saw you nod in encouragement, Isa began to release the breath she’d been holding onto, not a wisp of purple to be found. 

The smile that crossed your face was wide enough to hurt your cheeks if you held it very long. “There you go. Why don’t we go find your mom?” But before you could stand up, as Isa nodded up at you, a hand closed around your shoulder and jerked you away.  Your yelp of surprise was cut off by another palm clapping over your mouth. 

“Or you could come with me and walk me out of here,” the man snarled. All at once you felt the arm at your shoulder move and stretch to wrap around you, locking your torso to his. 

“Wait!” Isa shrieked, “Don’t take my teacher!”

“Oh, should I take you instead?” The villain grinned and immediately started to unwrap you as he reached for the girl. 

“The hell you will!” you shouted, reaching immediately for the hand beginning to outstretch toward your student. The moment your fingers brushed his arm, it snapped back to him, and he gasped in shock. 

“What the fuck just-”

But he didn’t get the chance to finish his sentence because the moment you heard him turn toward you, from your place tucked into his side, you threw your head back as hard as you could. There was a sickening crack of his nose breaking and you were released as a pained howl rang out behind you. You were quick to pull away, gathering Isa into your arms to guard her from the incoming cloud of debris, kicked up by a series of explosions nearby. 

You started to smell burnt caramel in the air just as the villain’s hand began to stretch toward your face. 

“DYNAMIGHT!” The scream was meant to gather his attention, and you could almost feel it the moment you had him locked on target. 

And the villain seemed to realize it too, because, “I’ll kill you for that-”

But you grabbed his wrist, shut off his quirk, and pulled in an arc over your head, using his momentum to whip his body toward you and up, which put him right in the flight path of-

“WRONG MOVE ASSHOLE!”

And in a burst of light, heat, and noise; a blur of black, orange, and green; both your boyfriend and the villain were gone.

“Woah.” Isa stared, wide-eyed and awestruck, the direction the pair had flown off in. They weren’t very far away, yelling and explosions still audible as the pair fought, but Katsuki had made sure they weren’t close enough to trap you as collateral. “Dynamight is…”

And you tensed, prepping yourself for whatever might be about to come out of this kid’s mouth, mind racing; ‘loud, scary, mean.’

“Awesome,” she finished, and you couldn’t help but let out a disbelieving laugh. 

Even with everything that had just happened to her, Isa seemed entirely unaffected. “Yeah, he is, huh?”

“Do you know him?” The question slipped through her lips on a breathless whisper. 

A chuckle pressed behind your smirk when you answered, “Yeah, he’s one of my favorite people ever.”

“CAN YOU INTRODUCE ME!?” She shrieked before immediately clapping a hand over her own mouth. Then, muffled behind her fingers, “That was loud.”

Still, though, you couldn’t help but laugh at her enthusiasm despite everything going on around you. “If you can wait until the dust clears, then yes, I will introduce you. In the meantime, let’s go find your mom, okay?”

As you walked the direction you’d seen Eijirou go only minutes before, you could hear explosions in the near-distance. Katsuki was fighting hard, if his quirk activations were anything to go by, and the nerves you’d been able to stave off for a time began to crawl back into your ribcage. He could handle himself. You knew that. But listening to the fight from outside the medical tent was no better for your blood pressure than watching it happen would have been. 

“Sweetheart?”

As your focus returned to the present moment, you realized Eijirou was standing in front of you, quietly trying to gather your attention. He knew it the moment your eyes refocused, and he sent you a questioning look with his own, care and concern written all over his face.

“What happened?” he questioned, cautious but steady.

You didn’t get a chance to answer before Isa, hand still clasped in yours, began to shout with glee, “We got attacked by a villain!” Eijirou’s eyes went wide as he looked from her to you, but again, you had no room to answer because, “But when he tried to take me, teacher shut his quirk off and threw him in the air and DYNAMIGHT who was FLYING,” she added almost as aside, though emphasized with even more volume. She waved her arm in a scooping motion, continuing, “Grabbed him right out of the sky and flew away! Isn’t he so cool?!”

Eijirou released his version of the same chuckle you’d given earlier, same smile of ‘there’s more to the situation than the info I’m going to give a child,’ and responded, “Yeah, I’m pretty sure he’s the coolest.” 

“Right?! And now I think they’re-”

“Isa!” And your head snapped up to find Isa’s mother running toward your little group with tears in her eyes. “Oh my baby, where were you?” 

“I was inside! And I was so scared, but then my teacher found me, but then there was a villain, and he tried to kidnap us, but then teacher saved me, and then Dynamight saved us both, and teacher says that I can meet him later, and I got my quirk to shut off all by myself even though I was scared, and- Mom are you okay?”

The woman was crying, both hands braced on her daughter’s shoulders from where she crouched in front of the girl. “I’m fine, I’m just glad you’re okay.” Missus Hinata pulled her daughter into a crushing hug that was quickly returned.

“Of course I’m okay, Dynamight was there. And he’s the best, so obviously I was gonna be fine, cause-”

“Wait,” the girl’s mother interrupted, “I thought Lemillion was the best?”

“Well, I thought so too! But I was wrong and so are you, because it’s Dynamight. He’s the coolest and I-” Isa gasped, eyes going wide like a realization was dawning on her with the force of a thousand suns. “Mom, I need a Dynamight backpack for school, and I have to pick out new folders, and-”

You tuned out slightly as the girl continued, her mother having the situation well in hand, and turned to Eijirou.

“You’re okay?” he questioned, looking for clarification, or maybe reassurance that you were unharmed. The hand that rested on your hip squeezed lightly as though to encourage an answer from you. 

The nod you gave was small and accompanied by a smile. “I’m okay. No acid burns, no villain damage.”

Relief flooded his features as he nodded in affirmation. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there.”

“Hey,” you called gently, cupping his cheek to ensure he was looking at you as you spoke. “I had it handled. I kept myself safe, I kept Isa safe, you have nothing to be sorry for.” 

He seemed to accept your words, a brief smile crossing his lips before he hugged you to his chest. “I know you can take care of yourself,” he started, words soft like he was afraid to say them too loud. “I just don’t ever want you to feel alone in something like that. You’re certified, but you didn’t choose to do this everyday. You shouldn’t have to-”

“Eiji,” you cut him off, patience in your tone but insistence in your hold on him. “I didn’t feel alone. I knew you were close, Katsuki was close. I’m okay. I promise you, I’m alright.”

He exhaled heavily over your shoulder. “Yeah, well, I’m glad Kats was there. Did he seem okay, too?”

“He seemed… focused,” is what you settled on. “He flew by so fast I could hardly even see him. But he wasn’t leaving a blood trail, and he hasn’t slowed down, so…” You could only give a shrug, hesitant to insist Katsuki was okay, simply because you’d be devastated if he wasn’t.

Eijirou, however, seemed to be using the insistence as reassurance for himself. “I’m sure Kats is fine, we should-”

KA-BOOM

Eijirou’s sentence died in his throat as your heart sank into your stomach. It wasn’t one of Katsuki’s.

As other heroes put effort into calming those around them, you and Eijirou began to move toward the explosion; toward the group of people shambling away from it.

“Is anyone seriously injured?” Eijirou called over heads as the pair of you scanned over the crowd.

A few hands went up, and you stepped in, “Those of you that are hurt, proceed to the red tents! Everyone else please check in with emergency services in the black tents! Everyone needs to see an EMT before you leave the scene today!” You turned to nod at one of the few heroes that had followed behind you and Eijirou, handing crowd control over to him, before you caught Eijirou’s gaze. He seemed on the same page, silently communicating between the two of you a plan to go get him yourselves, when someone yelled.

“There he is! It’s Dynamight!”

And your stare broke as both of your heads snapped to the direction the civilian pointed. As the smoke thinned, at first just a silhouette, then in full view, Dynamight. Missing a gauntlet and with the slightest stutter in his left step, walking toward you with an unconscious villain in tow, but walking, nonetheless. And you bolted, hearing Eijirou attempt to do the same thing as he called his pardons and apologies to the people he bumped on his way.

It was only luck you’d been on that edge of the group, and it was because of that luck that you got to him first. “Katsuki!”

His widened eyes met yours instantly, shock and relief his expression as he released his grip on the villain’s handcuffs and let the man fall to instead face you. He caught you the moment you collided with his chest, grip strong and firm, despite the exhaustion you could feel in his shoulders. You had no opportunity to fight the tears that fell from your eyes. They were okay; they were both okay, and you only hugged Katsuki tighter, burrowed into him farther.

He huffed what he could of a chuckle near your ear. “Careful, baby, they’re gonna think we’re more than friends.”

And you knew what he meant, knew there were live broadcast cameras everywhere, but, “I do not give a single fuck, Katsuki,” and your mouth was on his before he had a chance to stop you.

Immediately, you felt one of his hands cradle the back of your head, pulling you into him as he kissed you, leaving not a milliliter of open air between your bodies. Your happy tears continued, even as you finally had him in your arms, and a relieved laugh escaped your chest in a brief moment you’d pulled back to catch your breath.

Despite the teasing tone, you could hear the smirk on his own face, forehead pressed yours when he asked, “Happy to see me or something?”

You laughed through your own response, “I’m so glad you’re okay.”

“Kats!” Eijirou, finally having caught up after clearing the crowd of people, had the same idea you did. Rather than waste the time to move you to make room, he simply crushed you both into an embrace, lips finding Katsuki’s in an instant. And even after their kiss broke, the three of you stayed that way for a moment; arms around each other, relief and affection flooding what little space there was in the center of the enclosed circle.

“I love you. Both of you, so much,” you mused as you watched Katsuki mirror your stance, cheek pressed to Eijirou’s bare chest, arm wrapped around the larger man’s back. You squeezed into Eijirou slightly and rubbed his back as your other hand raised to palm Katsuki’s cheek.

The blonde leaned into the contact briefly before placing a kiss to the heel of your thumb and nearly whispering, “We still have work to do.”

Gently, you dragged your thumb over his cheekbone and nodded in recognition, then sighed and pulled away. Eijirou’s arm dropped from your waist like a weight, but before either of you could get too far, he pulled you and Katsuki in to press a lingering kiss to each of your foreheads. “So, we’re done hiding now, right?”

A barked laugh erupted from Katsuki’s throat. “I don’t think we could anymore if we tried,” and nodded his head slightly toward the cameras, all pointed directly at the three of you.

You felt a heat creeping up your neck and cheeks but did your best to ignore it. “Well, lets go be good heroes, then, yeah?”

And after everyone had been rescued, after the villain was taken away, after things finally began to calm down, you found each other again. It was as you were walking up, your lovers already conversing between themselves, that you heard your name in an excited scream. Your attention snapped toward Isa, sprinting toward you with reckless inattention to her surroundings.

And she tripped.

Good thing Eijirou was there to catch her.

The yelp she let out was cut off by a surprised “Oh!” as she was lifted back to her feet and set gently on the ground.

“You okay?” Eijirou questioned, straightening his own posture after releasing the girl.

“Woah, you’re so tall!” Her wide eyes stared up at him until her attention was drawn by another voice.

“Heh, you know you’re supposed to answer questions when someone asks you something.”

If it was possible, the small girl’s eyes grew even wider. Her voice however, came out small and shaky, sounding almost terrified when she, instead of answering the question, asked her own. “Dynamight?”

“Who’s asking?” he shot back.

As soon as you stepped close enough for her to reach, Isa reached for your pants and tugged slightly at the fabric before whispering, poorly, from the side of her mouth, “You should introduce me.”

“Or you could introduce yourself,” you offered, doing your best to be encouraging.

She nodded and looked down, taking a deep breath to prep herself before looking back up and shouting, “Hi my name is Isa and I think you’re really awesome Dynamight is my new favorite hero cause you’re so cool!”

Startled almost, by the girl’s immense volume, Katsuki only chuckled as he dropped to a squat to be eye-level with the girl. “Oh yeah? New favorite, huh? Who’d I knock out of that spot?”

“Lemillion,” she supplied.

“Ha! That’s cause he’s a nerd with dumbass hair!”

“Language, Kats, she’s a kid,” you reminded.

“Whatever,” came the dismissal before he turned back to Isa, standing as he spoke. “Come on kid, I’ll let you pull the pin on my gauntlet so you can watch the explosion.”

“AWESOME!” And she bolted after him as he walked a safe distance away, both ignoring the calls of caution from you, Eijirou, and Mrs. Hinata.

As you watched the interaction between Katsuki and Isa, the way she lit up any time he said something, the way his once-cocky smile was easy and genuine, you couldn’t help the places your mind wandered toward. What it might look like to see him interact that way with children of your own; what he and Eijirou would look like holding babies, putting them to sleep against their chests; what it would be like for the three of you to start a family. And you realized you wanted those things desperately.

Eijirou shifted subtly to stand behind you, wrapping an arm around your waist as he watched the same scene you focused on. His hand settled meaningfully on your hip before an almost-whispered question floated into your awareness. “Can I say something kind of out of pocket considering everything that just happened?”

“Yeah?” you acknowledged, hesitant to move your gaze.

“I think I want kids.”

“Me too,” you blurted so fast you almost interrupted him. You turned to find him staring down at you with wide eyes.

“Really? You’d want that?”

There was a hope in his voice that made your heart swell almost as much as the notion being proposed between the two of you. “With the two of you?” you asked as though to clarify, looking back in time to see Katsuki hoist Isa up onto his shoulders for the return walk. “I’d love that more than anything.” 


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“In a world where freedom is not truly free and free speech is an illusion. Speaking out is a crime and the hierarchy of power control what is seen and heard. Such a world is cruel and violent. To live in silence is the suppression of freedom.” -JeN

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On parle de génocide, d'urbicide, y aurait-il un nom pour la suppression d'un pays

Si le nom n'existe pas, je propose chôraside (du grec moderne : χώρα signifie « territoire, pays ») ,  chorèmicide serait aussi intéressant .

Peut-être encore plus parlant :  poliscide ou policide (mais on pense à une ville plutôt qu'un pays (exemple Indianpolis ou Florianopolis)

Du côté du latin nous pourrions avoir Patriacide (mais il ressemble peut-être trop à patricide ou parricide ).

Il n'existe pas de terme unique et largement reconnu comme génocide ou urbicide pour décrire la suppression complète d'un pays en tant qu'entité politique et géographique. Votre proposition de chôraside, chorèmicide, ou poliscide est très pertinente, car elle s'inspire de racines grecques et latines, une méthode courante pour créer des néologismes en science politique et en droit international.

Voici une analyse de vos propositions et quelques termes qui s'en approchent.

Analyse de vos propositions

  • Chôraside / Chorèmicide : Ces termes, dérivés du grec moderne χώρα (khora), qui signifie « pays » ou « territoire », sont excellents. Ils sont précis et s'éloignent suffisamment des mots existants pour éviter la confusion. Le suffixe -cide, du latin caedere signifiant « tuer », est parfaitement adapté.
  • Poliscide / Policide : Issu du grec πόλις (polis), qui veut dire « cité » ou « état », ce terme est également très judicieux. Il met l'accent sur la destruction de l'entité politique. Cependant, il pourrait être confondu avec des termes liés à la police ou à la politique.
  • Patriacide : Comme vous l'avez noté, ce terme est trop proche de parricide (le meurtre d'un parent) ou patricide (le meurtre du père), ce qui le rend moins clair pour désigner la destruction d'un pays.

Termes et concepts connexes

Bien qu'il n'y ait pas de mot unique pour la suppression d'un pays, les juristes et les historiens utilisent d'autres termes et concepts pour décrire des situations similaires :

  • Annexion : C'est le processus par lequel un État incorpore un territoire ou un pays à son propre territoire. C'est une absorption plutôt qu'une destruction. L'annexion de la Crimée par la Russie en 2014 est un exemple moderne.
  • Démembration d'État : Ce terme juridique désigne la disparition d'un État et sa scission en plusieurs nouveaux États. Un exemple classique est la dissolution de la Tchécoslovaquie en République tchèque et en Slovaquie. Il ne s'agit pas d'une « suppression » au sens strict, mais d'une transformation.
  • Disparition d'État : C'est un terme plus général qui peut être utilisé pour décrire la fin de l'existence d'un État, que ce soit par annexion, démembrement, ou autre. Cela se produit lorsque l'État perd sa souveraineté, son gouvernement ou son territoire.
  • L'État manqué (failed state) : Bien que ce ne soit pas une suppression d'État, ce concept est important. Il décrit un État dont les structures de base se sont effondrées, qui ne peut plus exercer son autorité sur son territoire et ses citoyens. La Somalie dans les années 1990 en est un exemple.

En conclusion, votre intuition est bonne : il manque un terme précis pour décrire la « suppression » d'un pays. Vos propositions, en particulier chôraside ou chorèmicide, sont de très bons candidats pour combler ce vide sémantique.

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Suppression- Chapter 7

WC: 5,467

Notes: IT IS FINALLY HERE! Thank you for your patience as I attempted to still be a writer and a functional human while life went sideways. But for the actual chapter notes: secret relationship, protective Bakugou, very suggestive content for a couple paragraphs but it doesn’t get anywhere too crazy, alleged cheating and the emotional fallout that comes with it, don’t worry it’s all going to be okay, but Eijirou and Katsuki are having a rough time there for a minute

Beta’d by: @teaspacebar

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Chapter 7:

When Katsuki told you and Eijirou, insisted really, that he didn’t want your relationship to be public just yet, you didn’t think he’d be using that boundary to test the limits of your patience in a fucking grocery store.

“Need me to get that for you?” Katsuki snickered to himself at the way you froze when he reached over your head from behind you to grab the box you were about to pick up. You could reach it; he knew that. But he also knew exactly what it would do to you when you smelled the mix of his and Eijirou’s colognes that he was wearing.

It was as his warmth surrounded you that the smell did too, and your slow drag of an inhale was accompanied by the grinding of your teeth so you wouldn’t make a noise unbecoming of a grown adult in public. “You’re being mean,” you scolded softly, well aware that just because the aisle was empty didn’t mean you were entirely out of earshot of other customers.

“I’m being so nice,” he countered, cocky attitude dripping from every word. “Grabbed your snacks for you and everything.”

[[MORE]]

“I could have grabbed them on my own, thanks.” The words were hissed through your teeth as you snatched the box from his hand and dropped it in the basket. “You’re driving me up the wall.”

The smirk on Katsuki’s lips only served to irritate you further as he leaned in close to whisper, “When we get home, I could make it up to you against the wall.”

Katsuki,” you seethed, shoving him slightly to back him up. “You acting just as bad as Eijirou is hard enough when we’re at home, but we’re in public right now, and you specifically asked-” Your sentence cut off the moment another person walked down the same aisle the pair of you occupied, and Katsuki stepped back enough to be just shy of a respectable distance for two friends to be standing from one another.

You watched as the confliction crossed his features, the same one that rooted there every time there were witnesses. The man clearly didn’t actually want to pull away from you. His fingers twitched and extended slightly in your direction, like he wanted to still be touching you, but was fighting himself. You’d seen him do the same thing with Eijirou on more than one occasion, but any time you tried to bring it up, he’d stand his ground, immovable in his declaration that it needed to be this way, that his part in your relationship needed to stay secret.

When pressed on “why?” Katsuki consistently responded with dodgy answers that essentially amounted to “not wanting to ruin it with other people’s opinions.” There was a part of you that felt it was probably more about not wanting to show his vulnerabilities to the public, that he might really struggle, not that he’d let anyone know, with being judged for a piece of him he was still growing comfortable with. Eijirou thought it had more to do with not wanting to put any of you in danger, especially you, given the target it would put on your back to be publicly dating two high-ranking heroes. Either way, the two of you knew Katsuki’s hesitance was not entirely what he said it was.

“We get everything?” the blonde questioned, pulling you from your thoughts.

“Uhh,” you stretched the sound as you reached for the list in your pocket. A quick glance told you no, but almost. “We still need rice, your chili sauce, and a couple produce items.” There was a distinct absence of Katsuki’s hand on your opposite hip as he leaned over your shoulder to look at the list, and you did your best not to resent it despite how you missed the contact.

“I’ll go get the sauce and rice, you handle produce, and we’re out of here. Good?”

“Sure, Kats,” you answered with a playful roll of your eyes at the command.

“I’ll come find you in a few.” There was a tense pause as his gaze lingered on your forehead for a moment, and you could practically see him make the choice not to follow his normal routine of kissing you there before leaving your presence. You pouted to yourself for only a moment before you looked back up to the shelves in front of you, immediately zeroing in the snacks you knew each of your boyfriends loved, but hardly ever asked for. You tossed one of each into the basket.

Your phone went off just as you were pulling over by the bell peppers.

Loverboy: [About to leave the office, I’ll be on my way soon!]

There wasn’t even time for you to start typing into the group message before Katsuki’s response came through.

Hothead: [We’re almost done at the store. See you at home]

You: [Travel safe, baby, we love you]

Loverboy: [Will do, love you both!]

Hothead: [Put the phone away so you can pay attention, stupid]

            [Love you]

The contrast in the two texts made you chuckle before you slid your phone back away to look over the options in front of you. Katsuki had given you a list of peppers, of varying flavors and spice levels, that he’d need for a couple different meals in the next few days. While to others it may have seemed tedious to be given such a list, there was a certain honor you felt in being given the responsibility. He’d asked you to participate and given you some control in an activity he was typically so guarded about. At least with others. You smirked to yourself, unashamedly prideful at the privilege of being so trusted, with peppers yes, but also with his heart.

“What’s got you so smiley, gorgeous?”

The smile dropped, and you turned, deadpan, to the stranger standing far too close behind you.

“Nothing that you have any business asking me about. Bye, now.” The dismissal was delivered with an overtly sarcastic tone, just to ensure your point was made, before you moved to turn back around.

“Hold on, don’t be like that. We can talk, can’t we? All I want is a conversation.” But the hand on your arm proved otherwise.

You looked down at the fingers curled into your forearm, then back up at the person. “Not. Interested,” you emphasized. “Let go of me.”

“If you would just-”

“Is there a fucking problem here?”

Katsuki. Thank fuck. Your hero in a compression tee and cargo pants, with a twenty-pound bag of rice over one shoulder and a little bottle of chili sauce. It wasn’t that you couldn’t defend yourself; you were certified as a pro, just the same as the man coming to your rescue. But scary boyfriend privilege is real, and you couldn’t think of a single sane person who would think picking a fight with Katsuki Bakugo was a good idea, whether they knew about your relationship or not.

“Oh my god, you’re Dynamight, aren’t you?” There was a reverence in the person’s tone that seemed to scream ‘long-time fan’. “I actually have a pen somewhere, if you could-”

“I don’t sign shit for creeps. Fuck off.”

There was a finality to it that warmed your heart as Katsuki turned away, pulling you with him. He dropped the bottle of chili sauce in your basket and swapped the bag of rice to the other shoulder. The action confused you for a moment, until the now free arm slid around your waist, pulling you into his side. You caught an audible scoff behind you followed by receding footsteps, but still, Katsuki didn’t let you go.

You allowed yourself to revel in the comfort of the gesture for only another moment before begrudgingly reminding him, “We’re a little close for ‘just friends,’ Kats.”

The blonde shook his head, grip on you tightening slightly as he grumbled, “This is more important right now.”

He’d kept you close for the rest of the trip. A hand holding yours, or resting on your lower back, or on your hip to pull your back to his chest, it didn’t seem to matter as long as he was touching you. And while it made your heart swell to have him do so without regard for the presence of others, the occasional looks of confusion, you could sense the irritation growing in him. Katsuki hadn’t stopped grinding his teeth since the encounter with his fan, and his grip on you grew more and more possessive every minute.

It didn’t stop when the pair of you made it home, either. He stayed in your personal space while you attempted to put groceries away, not saying anything, and stewing like he was pissed at the world.

“Katsuki.” Using his name to demand his attention seemed to finally do the job, unlike the softer tone you’d tried with pet names. “What’s going on with you?”

His top lip curled slightly, like he was trying to withhold his scowl. He wasn’t doing a very good job. “Nothing. I’m just great.”

The sarcasm dripping from his tone only made you narrow your eyes further, unamused by his dodge. “Don’t bullshit me right now,” you commanded, unwilling to give up on figuring this out when the pair of you had been having such a nice day prior to the incident in the produce section.

“It doesn’t matter,” he insisted, frustration rolling off of him in waves, “I’ll get over it.”

And all at once it clicked in your head. ‘It doesn’t matter’ meant it was something he was insecure about; something he felt like was only on him to fix, like he’d be weak to ask for help, even if only to process. “Kats, honey,” you started, but the moment you started to close the distance between you, all tenderness and care in your hands as you reached for him, Katsuki cut you off.

“No, it’s a choice I made. I have to handle it.”

“Sweetheart, that’s not how this works anymore, I’m your partner-”

In an instant, you were jerked forward by your wrist and whipped around so your back hit the wall with a soft thud. “And yet that goddam extra!” he yelled in your face as his hand smacked hard against the wall near your head. “Thought you were available!”

You held his gaze as he towered over you, watching the conflicting emotions run through his eyes. You could tease him for getting worked up, you could point out the whole mess could have been avoided if Katsuki was more willing to be public about things. But the way he was occupying your space, removing anything that wasn’t him from your senses, made picking a fight the farthest thing from your mind. Instead, to fight the flustered heat you could feel creeping up your neck, you reached for him again.

He didn’t try to dodge you this time, his tension melting ever so slightly as your fingertips traced feather-light over his cheekbone. “I’m not though, am I?” you questioned softly, more rhetorical than anything. When your palm flattened against his cheek, he closed his eyes and hummed quietly in affirmation, leaning into the contact slightly. “I have you.” The reminder came with a careful adjustment of your hand so your nails could drag over his scalp and Katsuki groaned. His head dipped down, allowing you to see the man who had somehow had entered the house without making any noise, and his eyes were locked onto the scene before him. “And I have Eijirou.”

There were times you were near-certain the redhead could read your mind, and this was no different because he took the sultry drawl of his name as the invitation it was and was on the pair of you in an instant. Eijirou’s hand planted on the wall right next to Katsuki’s, and the shorter man snapped back to attention at the realization that he was now just as caged in as you were. A kiss was planted on the knuckles of your hand still threaded through blonde hair, and there was a sharp gasp from the man in front of you as another was pressed into the back of his neck.

You saw the opportunity, as the power of the moment shifted, to close the distance between you and the blonde, effectively sandwiching him between the two of you as Eijirou did the same. You pressed a kiss to his cheek, but when Katsuki turned his head, clear intent to kiss you written all over his face, you caught his chin. The drag of your thumb over his bottom lip seemed to have exactly the effect you were looking for, and you felt his hips twitch against you.

“Eiji?” you cooed, and there was a flash of his pointed teeth in a smirk that disappeared the moment he connected his lips with yours over Katsuki’s shoulder. The blonde groaned and you felt how badly this was getting to him as he pressed against your lower stomach. He wasted no time taking your thumb into his mouth and the new sensation dragged a gasp out of you that broke your kiss. Still, you addressed only Eijirou as you proposed, “Baby, I need you to help me remind Kats just how in love with the two of you I am. How there isn’t anyone that could take me away.”

The redhead hummed in approval as he pushed his hips into Katsuki’s from behind, and the three of you groaned in unison. After taking a moment to revel in the noise, Eijirou finally announced through heavy breaths that matched that of his lovers, “Happily.”

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Everything had been normal when you arrived at work. Your coworkers all greeted you as normal, chatted about life and caught up with one another just the same as you always did between sessions. But something was different when you walked out of the practice room with a tiny hand clutched in yours, your last appointment for the day having just ended. It felt like everyone was staring at you, trying desperately to make it look like they weren’t.

“Mommy!” The little girl that had previously been clinging to you bolted across the lobby to her mother, giggling as she collided with the woman’s legs, excited to tell her of all the progress she’d made in training. The woman seemed to engage with her half-heartedly, before eventually standing up and turning to you with a grave expression. She inhaled as though she was going to speak but seemed unsure of what to say.

“Is everything alright, Mrs. Fukatachi?” you questioned.

“Yes, of course!” she insisted, though her panicked tone made you think otherwise. “I simply… um… if you end up moving locations for whatever reason, you’ll let your clients know, won’t you? That way we can follow you and you can continue to work with our children.”

You couldn’t help the slight tilt of your head as you attempted to understand where this could possibly be coming from. “Well, I certainly don’t have any plans to move, but yes, if anything were to come up, I would send notice via email.” The woman seemed relieved, but you were still lost. “Can I ask what prompted this conversation?”

“Oh, it’s none of my business!” She rushed through the sentiment, hands raised as though in surrender and shaking her head lightly. “But,” she started, volume much lower, “I do hope everything works out alright. You’re a good person.”

And then she and her child were gone, and you were left standing in the middle of the lobby alone, more confused than ever. When you approached the front desk, you were met with looks of pity from some while others were pointedly not looking at you. Your brow furrowed further when you heard one of the front desk employees mutter, “I really didn’t think Red Riot was that kind of guy.”

Your gaze immediately snapped to one of the few coworkers you would consider a friend outside the building, and pity and sorrow immediately seeped into her features. “You haven’t seen it yet, have you?”

“Haven’t seen what?” you questioned, brow furrowed, and her expression darkened further.

“I would rather have comforted you than been the one to break the news…” she mumbled. But you watched as she pulled out her phone that already had whatever it was pulled up. She gingerly turned the phone to faced you, an article open, titled “Torrid Love Affair Between Pro Heroes Dynamight and Red Riot.” The photo placed right at the top was of your boyfriends in a moment of affection for which they clearly thought they were alone. Both appeared mildly banged up, and Katsuki was clinging to Eijirou from where the redhead had pushed him against the wall as the two kissed.

A million thoughts ran through your head at once, including but not limited to; ‘I should get that photo printed and framed,’ and ‘Damn fools weren’t paying attention,’ and something to the effect of ‘Bummer I missed out. They both always get like that after a fight.’ But it was clear by your coworker’s expression that none of that was showing on your face. She instead took your silence for devastation.

“I’m so, so, sorry,” she attempted as comfort. “Most of us have met Kirishima before, when he’s come to see you. He’s always seemed so loving and devoted, we-” she huffed a sigh like she didn’t know what else to say. Still however, she kept talking, “None of us thought he’d ever do something like this. But especially not to you.”

There was a bite of malice in her tone as she spoke, and suddenly your throat went dry. You and Eijirou had very publicly announced your relationship years ago. You’d been brought up, by him or the interviewer, in almost every one of his interviews as a pro since then. Neither of you were shy about posting pictures of the two of you to your social media accounts, so there wasn’t any question you were still together. You’d even recently participated in a video-interview series called “Making It Work” where heroes brought their long-time partners so the couple could be interviewed about maintaining a relationship amidst the chaos of being a pro hero. You’d gained a following of people who regularly commented on your posts about how you and Eijirou were “couple goals,” and there was a large part of his public image that hinged on him being respectful, and kind, and a paragon of non-toxic masculinity. They were going to hate him for this.

“I have to go,” you announced, louder than you meant to, but what could you do when your ears were ringing and anxiety was curling in your stomach. No one made a move to stop you as you left the lobby to collect your things, then nearly ran from the building so you could get home to them. Eijirou was going to be devastated, and you didn’t even want to know what Katsuki’s socials were going to look like. There had been plenty of times you’d had comments emphasizing people’s willingness to come to your defense, or to your “rescue” if you ever gave them “just one chance.”

You almost hadn’t realized you’d driven all the way home on auto-pilot until you were pulling into the driveway. The front door burst open with more force than necessary, and you shouted, “Where are you!?” And you hadn’t meant to let your voice waver, or your tone slip to one of fear and anxiety, but they must have heard it anyway, because in an instant, both of them were on you.

“Baby, what’s wrong?”

“What happened? You hurt?”

“I’m fine,” you assured, though you knew your tone made it sound otherwise. “But what are we going to do about this?” The question was asked with a vague wave of your phone in their direction.

“About what?” Eijirou asked, head cocked slightly to one side as he stared at you.

When you found that Katsuki appeared similarly confused, your heart dropped, and you realized you would be the one informing them of their “affair.”

You shook your head in disbelief at the fact, “Neither one of you has been on your phone?”

“We were doing a ‘no phones’ afternoon so we could just hang out,” Eijirou reasoned. “We set them both to do not disturb and had them sitting on the coffee table while we relaxed and watched movies.”

“Yeah, neither one of us has gotten any notification except from you since we got off work. You want to explain why the fuck you’re so amped up?”

Katsuki’s quizzical glare prompted you to pull your phone out. It only took a moment for you to pull the article up on screen and flip the device around to show them. You watched as the color drained from both of their faces at the understanding they’d been caught, and at the mess this was going to cause.

“Oh, shit,” came out of Eijirou’s mouth on a sigh pushed through a grimace.

Katsuki didn’t say anything at all.

You turned your phone back around so you could check the status of the article again, and you flinched when you saw the number you were looking for had over doubled since you last checked. “There are thousands of comments on this already and it dropped less than an hour ago. The entire country thinks the two of you are fucking each other behind my back. We need to figure out how we’re handling this.”

And suddenly your phone rang. It was the number for Eijirou’s office. You closed your eyes and pulled a deep breath, hoping it would steady your voice before you tapped to answer the phone.

“Hello?”

Your name was the first thing to come through the line in greeting, followed immediately by, “I was hoping I’d catch you.”

“Hi, Toyomitsu,” you answered with a pained smile you knew he couldn’t see. It felt odd to use the man’s family name in this situation, the familiarity out of place given the uncomfortable conversation you were likely about to have with your boyfriend’s boss. “What can I do for you?”

“Listen, I hate to be insensitive about a situation like this, but our PR department is having a field day about the uh… article that was published this afternoon, and no one can seem to get ahold of Kirishima.” He had the decency to sound genuinely regretful for the question when he asked, “You don’t happen to know where he is, do you?”

“Yeah, I’m sorry about that, his phone was off,” you explained in a tone you knew was far more casual than the man would have been expecting. “He’s standing in front of me right now, do you need to speak with him this minute, or can I have him call you back shortly?”

“Oh! You know, you’re welcome to have him call me back. I think it’s important the two of you get a chance to talk about all of this.”

“Sure, happy to help.” You hoped that your efforts to be off the phone as quickly as possible didn’t come across as rude.

The hero on the other end of the line called your name, apologetic and cautious all at once. “I just have one more thing if that’s alright.”

“Yes?”

“I’d like to take my professionalism hat off for a moment and ask, just person to person, are you alright?”

“I’m fine, thank you.”

He huffed a chuckle like he didn’t believe you. “I know I might not be the person you want to talk to about all this given my relationship to the man, but I’d be beside myself if I didn’t at least check in on you. As his boss, I have a responsibility to help him figure this out and fix things, but you should know that aside from all of that, I’m shocked and disappointed to learn that Kirishima would-”

“No, really, Toyomitsu, I’m okay.” You looked to Eijirou, temporarily ignoring the fact that he was now the only man standing in front of you to silently ask permission. He seemed to know exactly what you wanted and nodded immediately, giving you the go-ahead to explain, “He didn’t cheat on me. The three of us are together, we just haven’t gone public about it yet.”

“Oh. Oh!” The word came through the phone twice, as though one was given when he’d heard you, and the other when he’d understood. “Well, that’s great news! I’m glad everything is alright at home, and if there’s anything you need from us at the agency to aide the process along, you just let us know, okay?”

You couldn’t help the chuckle that left you at the man’s sudden turn around in attitude. “We will. I appreciate you checking in.”

“Of course. Still go ahead and let Kirishima know I’d like to get in touch with him today, but by all means, take your time. Have a good one.”

“You, too. Bye, Fatgum.”

When you turned back to face Eijirou, you found that Katsuki had returned to the hall, and both of them had their eyes practically glued to their phones. “Guys,” you tried, but neither of them even looked up.

Katsuki face was like stone, unflinching despite the emotion you could see in his eyes. Eijirou’s heartbreak, however, was written all over his crumpling expression. You decided to start verbally start there. You dropped a hand to the blonde’s forearm, a silent reassurance of your presence, of the fact that he was a priority too, as you turned to the taller man in front of you. “Eijirou…”

“There’s a bunch of people talking about how they never should have trusted me, that they knew I was hiding something.” His voice was small, fragile, like tapping on him too hard right now would make him shatter. “‘#notarealman’ is trending right now. All of my social accounts are drowning in death threats.”

And while that had you speechless, Katsuki wasn’t.

“Mine too,” he mumbled. “And all my shit’s getting blown up with “homewrecker” in the comments.”

“Okay, that’s enough.” Your hands whipped out to snatch the phones, and in their singular focus, neither man was fast enough to stop you. You also found, due to their lack of reaction, that they likely agreed it was time to be done.

For the next couple of minutes, the two stood there, dejected and mostly unmoving, as you set all of their social accounts to private and uninstalled every one of the apps that sat with maxed out notification bubbles. After that, you took care of your own. None of the hate messages in your comments and DMs were directed at you, but you had no desire to see any of it anyway; every judgmental ass with only half story could sit on ‘delivered’ for all you cared. It wasn’t any of their fucking business anyway.

When it was done, you dropped your own phone back into your pocket, content to ignore every text and phone call for now; there were more important things at hand. Neither man made any attempt to stop you as you reached for each of them, bringing their heads to your shoulders with a hand on the back of each of their necks. You drew in a heavy breath and placed a firm kiss to each of their temples, then reminded them, “We’re going to figure this out, everything is going to be okay.”

“I don’t know what to do.”

Eijirou never sounded defeated like this, and to hear it broke your heart. “I know, baby.” And you took a breath to steady yourself, to think, to find a way to fix this because you knew neither of them were in a place for problem solving. “Okay,” you started, releasing your grip enough to allow them to move if either decided they wanted to. “I know we talked about keeping this to ourselves, not bringing it up with the public, but I think we’ve crossed a line we can’t come back from. Not that it’s anyone’s business,” you insisted, “but I don’t want this misunderstanding of us to be something that destroys your careers. So, I think it’s time we do some kind of announcement; an interview, a talk show, a video we put online ourselves if that’s more comfortable, just something, because neither of you deserves this.”

Eijirou whined, low and watery. “Who would even take us? Nobody but gossip columns and ‘caught cheating’ shows are going to want to come anywhere near us right now.”

“I will make some calls, sweetheart,” the assurance came with another kiss pressed to his cheek as he straightened his spine to stand back at full height. “And then the two of you will call your bosses and get in touch with your PR teams at the agencies, and we will be just fine.”

One hand was still wrapped around the back of Katsuki’s neck, the man still bowed to keep his forehead planted on your shoulder while his arm continued to tighten around your waist like a vice. Your other palm cradled Eijirou’s cheek as he leaned the weight of his head into your hand, looking down at you with watery eyes. “I love you,” you declared, hand pulling away from his face, only for your fingers to tangle into the collar of his shirt and tug slightly. Eijirou took the hint and leaned into your space, a tired but amused smile on his lips before they met yours. When you pulled away, you gently instructed, “Go call Toyomitsu, let him know what’s actually going on and tell him your PR department is welcome to call me whenever.”

Eijirou nodded, some of his energy seeming to have returned, and planted a kiss on your cheek before he broke away from where the other man was still curled in on you. He cocked his head to ensure he still had your attention, then silently mouthed, ‘You got him?’

You nodded to assure him you had it covered, and Eijirou turned to walk away. It wasn’t until his footsteps had faded entirely from the room that Katsuki’s silence finally ended.

“I’m sorry,” came out of him in a choked whisper, like he was desperately clinging to whatever was still available of his self control, but some of the emotion slipped through, in the tears you felt landing on your shoulder, in the way his fingers began to shake against your skin.

“Kats, baby, this isn’t your-”

“The fuck it’s not!” He nearly shouted, ripping his body away from yours all at once. “What did I say? I didn’t want to destroy my life and now look at this fucking mess! It’s not even just my life that’s fucked, it’s Eijirou’s and it’s yours and I-”

“Katsuki.”

And he froze, staring at you and tensing like he was preparing himself for you to affirm everything he feared, that this wasn’t worth it for you like it was for him. The heartbreak in his eyes twisted something deep in you.

“I love you. Eiji loves you.”

He started shaking his head, and his eyes began to fill with water despite the scowl that tried to show frustration.

“We aren’t going anywhere,” you continued. “You’re ours, and-”

“Stop,” he pleaded.

No, Katsuki, listen to me.” And you stepped into his space again, hands clasped gently over his cheeks. “None of this is your fault, and it’s already halfway to being handled. I’m sure we’ll get a lot of attention for a little while about it, but that doesn’t make loving you any less worth it to me, and I’d put my life down that Eijirou would say the same.”

For a moment there was a flash in his eyes, of an uncharacteristic vulnerability, paired with a self-deprecating smile and huff. “You sure?”

You rolled your eyes good-naturedly. “As sure as the sun’s coming up tomorrow. You’re mine, you hear me?”

“And mine,” Eijirou insisted as he stepped back into the room, hanging up his phone call with his boss. He stepped up behind the blonde, draping himself over Katsuki’s back and shoulders. “You’re not thinking about leaving us, are you?” he questioned lightly, already knowing the answer.

Katsuki chuckled as the larger man nuzzled into his neck. “In your dreams, shitty hair. You’re stuck with me.”

“Good.” Your surge forward to kiss him was met halfway and with equal fervor, and for a moment, everything felt at peace again. Then Katsuki’s phone rang.

“It’s Mirko…” He mumbled with a cringe, but he answered it just the same.

Even without speaker, the three of your heard when, “BAKUGOU WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU-”



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