#literally had me crying into my pillow at 3am

[happyfirstpri]

was going to read Asimov’s Integral on Ao3 but it turns out the author hid their works for the time being so now i’m just sitting here waiting for my favorite sad juice to see the light of day again

#that fic is so good #literally had me crying into my pillow at 3am #sheet-gripping toe-curling tear-inducing angst #android tim drake is something i didn’t know i needed #everyone say thank you sElkieNight60

[hotxcheeto]

Hi! Hope your doing well i was gonna ask if u could do an ellie x fem reader where ellie is completely downbad and overstims the reader ALOT u can add some fluff in there too if you feel like it, love your work and have a good day

━ 𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐘𝐒𝐓

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨) - Ellie Williams x Fem!Reader

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - Cursing, mean ellie, ellie is in fact down bad tho cause reader is her bby, vaginal fingering ( r! receiving ), oral ( r! receiving ), strap on use ( r! receiving ), a lot of teasing, ellie makes fun of the reader here and there ( lightly ), degradation, praise, ellie thigh kink lmfao, dom!ellie, sub!reader, reader is a total pillow princess in this

𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 ? - Yeah/Nope

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 - Look at me, being all active and stuff. So sorry this took me literal months, I hope you enjoy, it's currently 3am and I am tiredddd. But I am proud of how this ended up coming out!

REBLOG MY WORK! I WORK HARD & IT'S APPRECIATED!!

"Ellie..."

She hated that tone, it was as if a red light beamed above your head and had the words 'not happy' written across it. Her eyes flickered upwards, focusing on your blissful yet aggravated expression.

"What?" She questioned.

"They're all stretched and bunchy now."

You were going to be the death of her.

Your thighs were pressed as far back as the mattress would allow, the middle of the pink shorts pushed to the side to make room for her mouth. This meant her tongue just kept dancing up and down and up and down. Again and again, around your clit and then she'd annoyingly pull away to press a sweet kiss to your inner thigh.

She was toying with you as if you were just some dumb thing for her entertainment. And you took every second of it like a good plaything.

"I know... you just looked so pretty." She muttered between breaths like she was a starving animal that'd found food after days of searching, you though, were worried she'd rip your bottoms.

Constantly pulling and tugging to fit her desires. The light fabric was only so strong, and you were only so patient until you finally had to say something.

"Y-you're gonna-" Your head fell back, a high pitched cry filling the room as she shoved her fingers deep inside your hole. Eyes rolling back and Ellie just smiled at how pornographic you sounded. Such a good dumb girl all for her, no director could make that up for some shitty scenario.

"M'gonna what? What am I gonna do Y/n/n?"

Your breaths were uneven, as were your little pleas. You listened to them as you lifted your head up to watch her play with your pussy. It was dirty, yet you felt yourself clench around her just at the sight. Lips covered in your slick along with a bit of her chin, it made you run hot seeing it, and she nearly laughed at your flustered hum.

A part of you was embarrassed someone could make you fall apart so easily. Like a glass doll being tossed onto the ground, except she still had a care for the shards leftover.

"You're gonna rip 'em..." You pouted, hips bucking towards her mouth, almost as if it was instinct at this point. Chasing after her like you needed her, like she was water and you were dying of thirst. So pathetic, she'd concluded, but it was all just for her and that made it perfect.

"I'll buy you whatever new shorts you want, any damn color..." You shook your head at her response, reaching towards the hand holding them back to keep you exposed.

"But-" You began, but she quickly gave you a look, a warning. Her green eyes dark and almost dangerous, but they could never be such a danger to you. But for some reason you still felt a small little sinking feeling that made you nothing if not annoyed. You huffed at this, giving her a glare before you realized you were very outmatched.

"You promise?" You then replaced the sentence you first formed, choking when the woman pressed her tongue flat against you, just to tease a little.

"I promise baby." She said, watching you nod your head. "Okay..." And that was that, her fingers fucking your hole with no remorse as she tasted you. Sucking on your clit with a force that was anything but gentle.

It wasn't a surprise when the coil in your belly began to tighten. Legs shaking and body trying to run but there was no escaping the hold she had on you. At least not in this moment and that was enough to make you moan.

"M'gonna- El- El m'gonna-" She just stared, continuing to kitten lick your clit. The tips of her fingers curling, brushing over your g-spot before applying more pressure than you knew how to deal with at that moment.

The cherry on top was the moment you grinded so roughly into her face that it made her groan, the vibrations rocking you over the edge. A numb sense of pleasure rushing from the bottoms of your feet, up to your chest as you came, head pushed back into the pillow. It was so much at once you were positive you'd implode then and there.

She drank you up as well, lapping at your little bud. Listening to you choke out air and swallow your own screams so as to not piss off your neighbors more than you probably already do.

What a shame.

You nearly trapped her between your thighs just after that wonderous reflection skidded through your mind, her grip faltering for the mere moment she'd gotten busy watching you orgasm. You were all but crying, even as she pulled her mouth away. Her hand didn't move from its place though, slowly rubbing the area around your entrance. It kept you on edge, almost painful, no breaks, just her and it made you feel drunk, despite being stone cold sober.

"How 'bout I take these off?" She smiled, gesturing to your shorts with her free hand. "Hm?" She then made a noise, looking at your blissed out face which stared back at her with half a thought, grabbing at her hand to get her to give you a moment to relax.

"P-please..." It came quiet from your lips, watching her nod while looking down and carefully pulling her fingers out. You whimpered so softly it was almost silent, feeling empty at the loss of her hand and oh so bare as the pink fabric came sliding down your thighs.

"I'll get you a new pair since I stretched these ones out, alright?" You shook your head but didn't say anything. "Yeah, that sounds good, huh?" She assured, leaning down and kissing both your boobs before the valley between, looking up at you.

She chuckled when you motioned for a kiss, bending up a bit to meet your lips whilst her hips grinded into your own, feeling the way you gripped her shoulders and dug your nails into her muscles.

"M'not done with you yet." She whispered, her breath fanning your lips whilst she pulled back, tilting her head. The nervous, flustered embarrassment from earlier came flooding back as you watched her try to make up her mind about something, pecking your lips once again.

"Roll over..." She said, then let out a breath of amusement from her nose when your eyebrows furrowed. "But I've been good..." You muttered, watching her nod, kissing you quickly before backing her face up once again. "Exactly."

Face down ass up with three fingers stuffing your hole and a vibrator on your clit was the perfect way to reward you. She usually liked doing it all herself, though, when you did a good job, you got good a outcome. You had been such a good girl after all, why not give you a little something to feel for another few days?

"Ellie-"

Drool dribbled across your cheek and onto the pillowcase that didn't match the bedspread, soft moans and whines tumbling from your lips each time she rocked her hand in and out. It was agonizing, from the long minutes she spent only messing with you, but she wasn't cruel, especially not during your reward time.

"That's it... fuck you look so pretty." Her mumbles were just barely audible, along with whatever babbling mess you were managing to string together. Knuckles sore from holding onto the bed sheets so tightly but you just couldn't let go.

"You want more?" She asked, tilting her head while watching your face with a look of indescribable content, that made you smile at her, shaking your head with a few small pleads following.

"Mhm, pl-please-"

"So polite.." Her lips broke into a smirk, pupils flickering over to the way her fingers disappeared inside of you. Like a very entertaining magic show that she couldn't seem to look away from.

Only this was not an illusion. It was very, very real. And she loved it.

"Please El- oh..." Your voice died away as she moved deeper and much more quickly. Entire body rocking as she fucked you, the sounds of your wetness like music to her ears. It was a sight, a sight just for her.

You shoved your face into the pillow only for the vibrations to disappear and a slap to your ass to be the response. A shriek hurriedly overstepping the noises that had been coming from your cunt and filling the tantalizing silence.

"I wanna see your pretty face." You turned your head towards her, tears of both pleasure and pain prickling your eyes. "S-sorry Ellie." "That's my girl." She hummed, pressing the toy back against your clit while continuing on with her thrusts. Loud moans swallowing up the room once more.

"Ellie m'gonna..." She hummed, cutting you off whilst nodding her head. "I know..." The vibrator seemed to move with an intoxicating pattern of waves before then came a pause and just before you could complain, it seemed to get more powerful. Pushing deeper against you, hand only moving faster and faster.

"M'coming-" She kept it quick, hard, and deep. Giving you the best while you nearly cried from the surge of a pure orgasmic flood that raced you over the edge. Thighs shaking and body giving out against the navy sheets that had already been previously coated by you nearly three times now.

You could hear her speaking, but you couldn't actually hear her. Mutters of nonsense tumbling out along with a string of thank yous that made her smile. She could tell you were coming down hard against her hand while your mouth hung wide, wide enough for her thumb to make it home.

When she did so, she let it sit for a moment, then pressing the digit against your tongue making you gag at the sudden surprise, but she had only laughed.

Your mind was fuzzy, so fuzzy you hadn't realized that she'd slowed herself. Never feeling the kiss she then gave you just above your eyebrow, only the aftereffects of the toy that was no longer even powered on, her hand instead pulling out to massage your sensitive cunt.

Her hand moved from your mouth, gripping your hips to get you to turn onto your back that way she knew you were comfortable. Hearing you sigh as soon as she did so made her confident in her position change, besides, she liked how your tits looked in this lighting.

She then brought her hand up, moving behind your head to massage your neck since she'd kept you looking to the side for so, so long.

"Was that good?" She asked, pressing her forehead against your own before pulling back to kiss the spot between your eyes. You nodded in response, "Use your words, babe." You again nodded, this time followed by a quiet, "Yes."

She didn't react though, fingers trailing down to your pussy before pausing. Just below your belly button, her hand had frozen.

"You look so pretty today." She then mumbled, looking over your thighs once more, she really had liked those shorts.

"Spread 'em." You groaned at her lude words, though your legs came apart. "Don't talk like that."

She chuckled, kissing down your sternum, her lips ghosting over the rest until she was between her two favorite things once again. She had to clean you up now, there was no way you'd end up in the bath before you fell asleep, and all of this would go to waste if she just wiped it away now.

"Like what?" She muttered, warm breath fanning your swollen clit that was already aching for more. "Fuck, look at that, such a good little slut for me." You shook your head. "M'not."

Her eyes met yours again, your little pout making her let up, but not without a slightly longer chase.

"You're not good?" You quickly shook your head. "I am." She raised her eyebrow in response to you. "Then what are you not?" "M'not a slut."

She again, looked at you with amusement in her eyes, humming.

"Sure princess."

"Ellie!"

"I've seen the way you've begged for my cock."

You tried to look away but there was no use, she clicked her tongue and you knew she'd get frustrated if you didn't turn your head back.

"But that's with you..." She let out a breath through her nose, kissing the inside of your thigh. "You think I don't know that?" You let out a noise, unintelligible and nearing a whine. "No, but I-"

Ellie leaned forward, taking a long stride with her tongue up your cunt. Focusing her attention on the bundle of nerves that seemed to really need all of her centered right there. And in your head that was as heavy as cotton, you were beginning to realize that maybe she was right.

"How about instead of cleaning you up? I show you how good of a slut you are for me?" You choked, painted nails clawing at her bare arms. "You want my strap?" You nodded, thighs trying to tighten around her head, but she kept her firm, restraining, clutch on them both. That meant, they stayed on the bed.

"Gotta ask nicely."

She groaned as she sucked and swirled her tongue around your clit. Eyes on yours - that were blurred and emptily staring at the TV before they turned to stare at her. They had never looked so pretty though. Even while they cried because she teased too much for her own good.

"P-please.." She pulled away, much to your dismay. "Please what?"

"Please fuck me with your cock Ellie..." You whined once more, begging for the other toy she had yet to use, the few choices that stayed alongside the two options of vibrators in the plastic box that usually stayed the closet, but was now nicely sitting open on your nightstand.

"Which one?" She sat up, massaging circles into your hips. "You pick." You mumbled, straining your head only to see her pull out the biggest option, your brain dizzy just from seeing it.

"You gave me the choice..." She reminded, seeing you agree while licking your lips. Pupils tracking the way she clipped it to her pelvis, allowing the tip to bump your clit as she moved it around to adjust it. She just liked how you jumped each time it happened.

"Will you be easy though?" She made a noise, meeting your eyes. "Your choice princess, m'not the one getting fucked." You covered your eyes, peeking through only to watch her align the silicone up with your hole.

"Okay... be easy please."

Pushing in just as you spoke made your mouth stretch wide along with your entrance, pleads for her to go deeper immediately following all while Ellie folded your legs back like you were a ragdoll.

"Already begging... but you're not a slut right?" You shook your head, watching her thrust shallowly into your wet warmth, finding the fake cock rubbing against your walls. "M'not..."

She laughed, moving back and forth faster, holding onto your hips but not as tightly as she had been before. Instead choosing to move a hand in order to press down on your lower belly, watching your eyes widen and an almost scream follow.

"That feel good?" She then listened to you say yes, over and over while staring into her eyes. "More- mo-more El-" "You still not a slut?"

You couldn't answer, looking up at her with your sad stare and wobbly lips, though you were only half sad which made her laugh as she kept going. Leaning down to kiss your pretty mouth that was tainted just the slightest with your sweat that made you just a bit salty to the taste.

"Answer me.." She whispered against you, thrusting her hips back and forth at a slow, deep pace, just how she knew you wanted.

"M'a slut..." You murmured, feeling her grab your face and puff your cheeks up, chuckling as she did so. "What was that?" You looked like an angry pufferfish when she began moving quicker, making you whimper. The girl leaning down to smooch your puckered lips.

"I'm a slut..." You then spoke just the slightest louder, the sound of her hips barreling into your own soon filling up your ears to the brim. "Huh?" You wanted to cry and she saw it, grinning like the Cheshire cat when she leaned in to kiss you again.

"My good little slut, huh?" You nodded, the silicone brushing against your clit each time she bottomed out as she moved over and over again. Broken moans clawing out of your throat and out into the open air confirming that you were in fact,

"Such a good little slut, yeah? Does she wanna come?"

A mess of the word 'yes' came barreling out, holding onto her for dear life whilst she kept you folded back, hiding her face into your neck. She kissed and sucked and did whatever she pleased whilst screwing her pelvis into your own, forgetting the entire fact that she'd said she'd be gentle. It seemed though, that you did too.

"You gonna come?" You kept agreeing to her words, feeling the build up swirl around and around as if it was also teasing you now that she'd stopped. "Come baby, c'mon..."

You felt your juices drip down your ass as you came, shaking around the silicone, crying out for her to not stop. And she didn't as you squeezed around her, gritting your teeth as you came, feeling it through every inch of you. The tip just barely kissed your cervix whilst she rocked her body against your own.

You absentmindedly pushed her away but she hadn't stopped, only slowed, grabbing your leg and turning you to the side. Pushing your thighs together and looking at the way your cunt dripped with your own extract.

"One more? Okay?" You shook your head, denying it but she'd already begun to move. "Just one more, alright?" Her hand ghosted over your nipples, sore from all her play, but it felt good, good enough that you reached to keep her touch there, holding her wrist in place.

"I lo- love you-" You moaned, feeling her nod as her face was close to your own, hair tickling your cheeks. "I love you too baby..." She watched you hum, her hands now ghosting over your face like feathers as she just barely hovered above your flesh.

You were getting close again, you weren't very far in the first place though. Feeling it bubble up in your lower half, pleasure waves moving up and down with a sob of bliss coming right after.

You came hard, this time followed right after having orgasmed just before, meaning this made it seem so much more guttural as it happened again. Squeezing the bottom of the pillow until your hands shook from the pressure of your own grip.

"E-Ellie.." She grumbled out something against the surface of your neck, burying her nose in the smell of you before pulling her head away. Giving a quick peck to your upper shoulder before leaning away to look at the way your cum coated the fake cock and the mattress beneath you both, the look of your worn out and ravaged body along with your slightly overworked face then had her leaning back in.

"How about one more? Just one?"

She was going to be the death of you.

#ellie x reader #ellie the last of us #ellie #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams smut #ellie williams imagine #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x y/n #ellie williams x you #the last of us #tlou ellie #tlou x reader #the last of us x reader #nevy writes

[angeldiaries777]

Trauma dump I guess. Trigger warning : all of them lmfao u know why u follow me. (Childhood , depression, I don’t fucking know

My mom used to beat me as a kid I don’t think my dad ever dad it wasn’t like discipline or anything no she would literally actually just beat me till I had bruises and bled apparently I was a difficult child. And it didn’t stop I think literally the last time my mom used physical violence against me was like middle of 2022 or something because after that point I was just so severely depressed to the point even she could tell and I was left alone don’t get me wrong I still had to argue with both of my parents day and night about school and life stuff I digress anyway

I literally would always run to the corner of my bed and grab as many pillows as a I could and just surround the area with them so she wouldn’t find me I would sit in that corner with my stuffed animals and I would cry my little heart out every night

I used to empty my closet just so I could sit in it and have darkness and quiet for once

I had a lot of aunts and uncles and other distant relatives and family friends over 24/7 with like music blaring and everything way until like 3am even on school nights and I’d be so tired from the night before that I kid you not I was late to school almost every single day no exaggeration since I was 4 until I was like 15 and keep in mind I had zero friends and was bullied at school and abused by teachers. lmao and that’s only cuz I accidentally dropped out. And by dropped out I mean I was so depressed and anxious I literally just sat in my bed starved and cried for like a year and we’ll that’s the condensed version of it I’ve been through so much mentally that I feel 57 in a teenage girls body but hey wtf at least I’m still alive or that’s what I keep telling myself

[zsgia]

ok i thought i was going to write a blurb (to escape from having to do work) but she ended up being a whole IMAGINE and now my brain is fried. i didnt proofread this so ignore the errors pls if there are any

its almost 3am and youre trying to complete a brand book for the company you work for within the next hour because 1. you were exhausted and 2. if you dont get it done, your boss was going to have your head (not really but you cant help catastrophizing sometimes). 

mat had an away game tonight which you couldnt attend or even watch live, not that he minded though. he understood the demands of being the only employee in a start up where you had to juggle different roles. you two havent been together for long but he's been there for you through most, if not all of it. from carrying you to bed whenever he finds you passed out at the dining table and letting you cry in his arms until you calm down after a shitty day at work then proceeding to shower your face with kisses to celebrating even the tiniest achievements. your boss liked the post you designed? he comes home with your favourite takeout and you spend the night watching movies together. he even scribbles little things in your notebook sometimes which you find so endearing. mat's always there for you, just like youre there for him too. it was difficult not to fall in love with him but you were afraid to rush into things so youve kept quiet about your true feelings, a little hesitant to say those three words first. 

the isles had won so mat had a little more energy to stay up on facetime with you. you wouldve been done with your task if not for the last sentence that had to be paraphrased so you came to the conclusion that taking a break and staring at your boyfriends face instead of the forsaken document would be of help. "baby, its late and you have work in a few hours. go to bed soon, yeah? please?" mat pouted and you swore it was the cutest thing ever. "says you. dont you have early practice?" you stuck your tongue out at him that got him chuckling. "i promise i'll sleep right after i figure this out. tell me how your day went." you continued as you sat up, pulling the laptop onto your lap.

even seeing him through the screen made you feel way better than you were. you missed him so much and you couldnt wait until hes back in your arms again (he feels the same way too). you listened as he went on about the game and that the goal he scored was for you which left you feeling a little bad for not tuning in to be honest but all that disappeared when he made a passing comment about what to write for the last bit of your work. "wait, say that again." you frantically typed down whatever mat had said before letting out a sigh of relief. "you literally just saved my life mathew just when i thought i couldnt love you more." it didnt even take a second for you to realize what you just said. your eyes went wide and you quickly slammed your laptop shut. you wouldve thrown it off the bed if it wasnt for your phone ringing: mat was calling. out of all the possible times you couldve told mat that you love him, your brain decided doing it over facetime when hes not physically in front of you was best. you contemplated on answering because what if he thinks youre moving too fast? putting those stupid thoughts aside you tapped on answer and held the phone up to your ear waiting for him to speak. you could literally feel your heart in your throat.

"i love you too, by the way. ive been meaning to tell you for a while now and i had it all planned out i was going to take you out to that place you like when i get back. god i-" he was rambling and you felt yourself falling deeper in love with him. you let out a small giggle, feeling all the anxiety leave your body. "im sorry for ending the call earlier. i wish i told you face to face though." you buried your face into the pillow and groaned in embarrassment. "well, you can tell me again when im back. throw in a a kiss too, maybe ten." rolling your eyes, you could picture the smirk on his face. "you bet i'll do just that, barzal." 

#im never doing this again #i just had a huge brain fart pleas e dont mind me #its oddly specific bc half of it was based on true eventsdjsfsdf #this was just really self indulgent hahaha #mat barzal #mat barzal x reader #mat barzal blurb #mat barzal imagine #god im seriously down bad for this man

[whom-the-hell]

Can I request a Part 2 to the MHA arguments you posted? Like the S/O breaks up with them afterwards, coldly telling them off and never speaking to them again?

Part 3 of MHA arguments! (But with a twist)

TW: IN THE DABI HEADCANON/FIC THERE WILL BE GORE/BLOOD! IF YOU AIN’T COMFORTABLE WITH THAT PLEASE MOVE ON AND READ THE SHIGARAKI HEADCANONS!

Part 1: Here

Part 2: Here

Keywords used: Y/n: your name

Anime: My hero academia/boku no hero academia

Izuku Midoriya:

-”Sorry puppy...” he said with his head down and flowers in his hands.

-You look at him and sigh, giving him a disappointed look. “I think that it would be better if we just ended this relationship and forgot about each other...” You give Deku a weak smile, while he looked at you with wide eyes.

-His eyes started to form glossy tears, some of them already dropping from his eyes.

-”Y-You can’t do this Y/n! W-We can work this out! Don’t you see that I love you?!” Deku shouts, flowers falling to the cold cement ground.

-You look at him while trying to hold back your own emotions.

-”Sorry Izuku, goodbye...”

-And just like that, you shut the door at his face, making him cry even more.

-Texts and missed calls started to pop up from your phone, all saying things like: “Y/n, I’m sorry!”

“Y/n, please answer the phone!”  

“Why aren’t you answering?!”

-Back at school things were even worse, Deku wasn’t the happy and motivated student he used to be before.

-He became dark and shallow, not talking to anyone. He started to miss training and didn’t even talk to All Might.

-Even Bakugou got weirded out by Deku’s weird behavior.

“Oi, Deku! Stop acting like a wimp and start training seriously!”  

-Izuku also started to fail all of his classes, barely passing any of them.

“Hey Deku, do you maybe want to go and study with me, Iida and Todoroki?” Ochaco asked.

“No... I think I’ll pass...”

Katsuki Bakugou:

-Bakugou had a hard grip on your hand, almost hurting you.

-”Katsuki let go!” You shout at him.

-He grits his teeth and let’s go of your hand, leaving a small bruise on the side of your wrist.

-”Listen, I’m sorry for being such an ass, I didn’t mean to lash ou-” Bakugou started to say his apology but you cut him off.

-”I don’t think this is going to work out...” You sigh, clearly annoyed at him.

-He stares at you, not expecting for you to say that.

-“I think that it would be better if we just ended whatever we have going on before this gets worse.” You continued, looking Bakugou dead in the eyes.

-He just stood there, not knowing how to answer. His thoughts went blank, his mouth got dry, his body became limp. He didn’t want to lose the most important person to him.

-”I’m done Bakugou, don’t talk to me ever again.” You say and turned around, walking away from that now broken guy.

-He looked at your body making its way further and further away from him, your shoes making a clicking noise every time you take a step forward.

-And he just stood there, not knowing what to do. Should he chase you? Should he let you go? He didn’t know.

-After the break up, things didn’t go so smooth for Bakugou.

-He got nightmares about you, and not to remember you, he stayed up all night long, not getting a minute of sleep.

-He became more aggressive and his anger issues grew bigger, making himself unapproachable for others.

-He distanced himself from his friends and family, not speaking a word to anyone.

-If anyone ever annoyed him, he literally blew them up, not caring if he injured anyone.

Shoto Todoroki:

-Ochaco laughed at the confused look written across Todoroki’s face.

-”Don’t be shy Todoroki, now go!” She said.

-Todoroki tilts his head and looks at your window that is on the second floor. “Do I really have to do this?” He asks Uraraka.

-”Oh c'mon! You’ll totally get them to forgive you if you pull this off correctly!” She hypes Todoroki up.

-Todoroki sighs and starts to climb up to your window, where he saw you sitting on the bed while scrolling through your phone.

-He gently taps at your window, getting your attention.

-You slightly jump up, not expecting to see Shoto beside your bedroom window that is on the second floor.

-You open the window up, letting him in.

-”Hey Y/n.” He smiles slightly. His eyes glistening with happiness.

-”Is he happy to see me?” You think to yourself...

-There is a moment of silence between both of you. Even though it didn’t seem like that to you.

-”Shoto, I have to tell you som-” Not even letting you finish talking, he cuts you off.

“No, let me talk first. I had to tell you that I didn’t mean anything I said back there! I didn’t want to hurt your feelings, and I surely didn’t want to lose you. So please, forgive me...” He speaks.

-You look at him, your fists clenching together.

“Shoto, listen. I don’t think that I’m happy with you anymore. I don’t want to be with you anymore, I don’t...love you...”

-His heart dropped, his skin went pale, his eyes widened, his body went limp. He looked down and gritted his teeth, not because he’s mad, but because he was thinking on how to save this relationship.

-”Could you please, look through the window...” He said to you under his breath.

-And with confusion written all across your face, you looked through it.

-There you saw a big sign spelling out “I love you” in all caps. Your favorite flowers used as decoration for the sign, and Uraraka standing with something of what seemed to be a box of chocolates in her hands.

-”Uraraka helped me with all of this...” Todoroki spoke behind you.

-And you just stood there, shocked.

-”Get out.” You say.

-Todoroki looks up at you, scared of what will happen next.

-”Sorry...?” He mutters out.

-”I said, get.out.” You speak with anger in your voice.

-After that incident with you, Todoroki was broken.

-He didn’t know what to do and what to feel. A mix of sadness and anger would rush through him just at the thought of you.

-Todoroki didn’t really seem different at school, but at night shit would go down.

-He would literally scream into the pillow at night whenever he got dreams about you.

-Sweat would rush through his whole body just at the thought of you with another person.

-He would also mutter out your name whenever he’s sleeping, sometimes so loud that everybody could hear.

Tenya Iida:

-You walked out of your classroom and headed to the cafeteria with the rest of your friends.

-”Should I really break up with him?” You ask your friends that were walking right beside you.

-”If you aren’t happy in a relationship, what’s the point in having one?” Your friend answers confidently.

-”I guess you’re right...” You let out a sigh and continue to talk to your friends.

-Suddenly, you hear very fast walking behind you. That person was going at the same speed of only one person you knew.

-”Y/n! Please give me a minute!” I male voice yell’s out from behind you.

-Your friends look at you and then at the person behind you. “Good luck-” One of your friend's whispers to you.

-You stop and look behind you and yes, that was Iida.

-”Y/n! I deeply apologize for being such a horrible boyfriend! I am very sorry for the words that came out of my mouth that day, I did not mean one thing I said to you, and I wanted for you to know that I deeply care about you!” Iida bows in front of you while apologizing in a formal manner.

-People were passing by and looking at both of you, wondering what was going on.

-”Iida, stand up normally.” You let out a snicker.

-He looks up at you, with a look you’ll never forget.

-His eyes had deep, dark eye bags under his eyes, his hair was a mess, his uniform wasn’t as clean as it was before.  

-”Iida... I’m tired of this. I’m tired of all of this. You keep making me feel like you owe me something by saying your apology. I’m just going to spit it out and say that I do NOT want to date you anymore.” You speak.

-Iida didn’t say anything, but tears started to form in his eyes.

-”I don’t think I’m happy with you anymore... I don’t think that...we are happy together. I think it would be better if we break up and each one of us could go different ways.” You continue.

-And just like that Iida’s legs gave up and fell to the floor, making him sit on his knees.

-Tears flooded out from his tired, but beautiful blue eyes as he made those weird hiccupping noises to breath.

-He didn’t say anything though, just sat there.

-”Bye, Iida.” You say and head back to the cafeteria.

-After the break up, Iida came back to his normal self. He focused on his grades and tried to forget about you, but he couldn’t.

-Just like Todoroki, things would go down at night for Iida.

-He would literally go out at 3am to the places you visited together just to remember you and your beautiful voice.

-He couldn’t forget about you even if he wanted to, you were too special to him.

-He started to look through your social media photos and look at you being happy, having the time of your life.

-Of course, I’m not saying that it would be easy for you after the break up, but I do think that Iida would suffer a bit more than you would.

-He also has a book where he wrote your name in if he ever remembers you... Yeah, he had to buy a new book...

Ejiro Kirishima:

-You walk out of the shower, relaxed and enjoying yourself.  

-”I can’t believe it’s already night.” You think to yourself.

-Suddenly you see your phone vibrate and its screen light’s up.

-You walk up to it and place it in your soft hands, looking through your texts to see who was texting you.

-”Kirishima...” You sigh.

The text said: “Hey Y/n, long time no see, eh? I wanted to ask you if you could go to the town’s bridge right now?”

-You had a confused look on your face but decided to just get this over with and come to the bridge.

-You quickly dress up and head out to the town.

-”What could he possibly want at the town bridge...? I mean, I know it’s a beautiful place and all, but why there?” You think to yourself as you were getting closer to the destination.

-Suddenly you stop. “What the...” You mutter out.

-There were romantically lit candles all across the bridge, balloons flying all around you, rose petals scattered all across the bridge making a path to where Kirishima was standing.

-The moon was so beautiful and big, it seemed that it was glowing brighter than ever before.

-”Oh! You came!” Kirishima smiles at the sight of you standing beside the rose petal path he made.

-”What is all of this...?” You mutter out.

-”This? Oh, well I thought you would like it, so me, Denki and Sero decided to decorate it to your liking.” Kirishima says proudly.

-”Kir-” You try to say Kirishima’s name, but he cuts you off.

-”No, let me talk first. My so called ‘manliness’ and ego got in a way of our relationship, and I had to tell you that you are more important to me than anything in this world. I had to tell you that I love you, so if you could just forgive me, I promise that I would never hurt you ever again...”  

-Great, now he makes a good apology and a romantically lit place. How can you break up with him when goes through all of this effort just to please you?

-”Just spit it out Y/n, you could do this...” You think to yourself.

-You look at Kirishima and notice his beautiful red eyes were glistening and he had a big smile on his face. -”Kirishima, I don’t want this...” You mutter out, not making eye contact with him.

-”What do you mean?” He says with a confused voice.

-”I’m saying that I'm breaking up with you Eijiro.” You say while gritting your teeth.

-Kirishima stood there, scared, confused, sad, broken.

-”W-What? You’re joking, right?!” He shouts.

-”No Kiri, it’s really over...cya later...” You turn around and head back home, tears forming in your eyes.

-Kirishima fell to the cold floor with tears overflowing his face. He cried and cried for about 10 minutes when he decided to stand up and clean everything up.

-Things got worse from there. He didn’t sleep, eat, study, talk or do anything for days.  

-All he did was sleep in bed and cuddle up to a big pillow imagining that it was you.

-He cried, a lot. He got nightmares about you, he had hallucination's that you were right beside him and everything horrible was happening to him in the span of those 3 weeks you were broken up.

-Things did get a bit better when Kirishima’s friends started to take care of him, but he wasn’t the same after you left him.

Hanta Sero:

-It was another boring day in class, you were still in an argument with Sero, and nothing really interesting happened.

-”Okay calm down you brats and listen up. I will be gone for 5 minutes to go to the principal Nezu’s office. Iida, you’re in charge of the class. Make sure nobody pokes out their eyes with pencils.” Aizawa says in front of the class and shortly after, leaves.

-Of course, nobody listened. There was so much noise you can probably hear the shouting of the class from outside the building.

-Sero, thought it would be a good idea to apologize to you in front of the whole class, so, he did.

-He stood up onto his chair and shouted.

“HEY GUYS, CAN YOU PLEASE CALM DOWN A BIT I HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY TO MY BELOVED Y/N!”  

-Suddenly, the class goes silent. Iida kinda mad at Sero for standing on his chair, but he let Sero go.

-”Y/n, babe. I’m sorry for being so ignorant towards you and your feelings! I promise that I will make sure to spend more time with you than my friends, and I promise that I can make you happy with me again!” He shouts out so you can hear him.

-Blush started to form on your cheeks, not because you actually liked the apology, but because of embarrassment.

-Suddenly, everyone’s eyes were on you. Everybody cheering on both of you and waiting for your next move.

-”I-I...” You mutter out from embarrassment.

-Sero looks at you with pleading eyes, as if making you feel guilty for doing this to him.

-You’ve snaped and took Sero’s hand, getting him off his chair and heading out of the classroom.

-”What the hell do you think you’re doing?! Do you even realize how much you just embarrassed me?! Everybody are probably waiting for my answer to be ‘I forgive you’, but Sero I DON’T LOVE YOU!” You scream, realizing your voice was a bit too high.

-Sero’s smile drops, and a serious look appears on his face.

-”What, did you say...?” He asks, his eyes wide open.

-”I said, I don’t love you. I want a break up.” You sigh, feeling relief rush through your body.

-Sero didn’t answer, he just looked at you.  

-”Hanta, goodbye...” You smile and head back to the noisy class.

-After class, he rushed to his dorm where he cried for HOURS.

-He wasn’t talking to any of his friends and made sure his door was locked.

-In the mornings, he didn’t eat, so his friends put food beside his door, hoping he’ll eat something.

-Depression and anxiety took over him and his thoughts, Sero didn’t know what to think nor do.

-All he wanted is to have you back, he didn’t care if you wouldn’t love him. Just, be beside him and he’ll be happy.

-He did talk to his friend, saying everything is okay when it clearly wasn’t.

Denki Kaminari:

-You get a call from Mina out of nowhere while you were doing your homework.

-”Hey girl, what’s up?” You answer the phone with a happy voice.

-”Hey there bestie! Listen here, I need you to come to my house pronto, I gotta show you some!” Mina says.

-And just like that, you arrived at Mina’s house, not expecting anything, BUT OHO HO OH NO. You were wrong <3

-As you take a step into her house, you see a light-yellow haired person sitting on the couch.

-”Haha, I forgot to take something from my garage, you just wait here.” Mina smiles and goes out of the house through the front door, closing it after her?

-You giggle and take a step into the living room where you saw him...

-”D-Denki?! What the hell are you doing here?!” You shout.

-”Y/n! Oh, thank god you came! Please listen on what I have to say!” Denki shouts back.

-”We have nothing to talk about Denki.” You answer him with a serious tone, almost sounding like you were angry and about to kill him.

-”Y/n, I love you! J-Just listen to me and my apology!” Denki says with big, pleading puppy eyes.

-You sit down on the couch, criss cross applesaucing your legs.

-”Baby, I’m SO sorry for being a terrible boyfriend! I know I didn’t spend much time with you, and I do know that you felt left out, so from this day on I swear that I will care about you even more!” He said, sincere words coming out of his mouth.

-But this wasn’t it. This, wasn’t the problem that got you angry at the first place. Did he really just have the audacity do apologize to you for something and not knowing what the cause of the problem was in the first place?!

-”Denki... Do you really not know why I’m mad at you?” You ask him, clenching your fists behind your back because of anger and disappointment.

-”Well, it’s because I didn’t give you enough attention...?” He answers, unsure of his answer.

-”KAMINARI, REALLY?! DID YOU JUST REALLY TRY TO APOLOGIZE TO ME AND NOT KNOW WHAT FOR?!” You scream at him.

-Denki sits there, confused and scared of what will happen next.

-”IT’S BECAUSE YOU KEEP FLIRTING WITH OTHER PEOPLE DENKI! IT’S BECAUSE YOU NEVER CARE ABOUT HOW I FEEL! HOW HARD WAS IT TO REALIZE IT?!” You continue screaming at him.

-Suddenly, everything goes silent. You run out of breath and patience, proceeding to say: -” I... I’m not happy in this relationship... Why the fuck would I date you, if you’ll just continue to flirt with everyone later on? Kaminari, I’m breaking up with you.”

-The world crashed underneath Denki’s feet. The feeling of pain proceeding to crash into him straight after.

He wanted to scream, but no words came out of his mouth. He was shocked, he was scared...

-”I’ll get going now...” You sigh and go out the door, meeting Mina on the way.

-”Sorry bub, I’ll check the thing out you wanted for me to see later.” You give her a weak smile and leave.

-Denki felt broken.

-He felt like everything amazing in this world vanished and the happiness he had once in his life vanished with you.

-He was calm at school, a bit too calm if you ask me.

-He didn’t talk to anyone and just sat there with a blank face beside his desk.

-But sometimes, he would leave the middle of the class to go to the bathroom and just cry there for the end of class.

-His friends would then find him and bring him back to the dorm for him to calm down.

-He would also shock anyone who touches him too, but it’s always an accident as he doesn’t expect anyone to touch him.

Hitoshi Shinsou:

-Finally! You’ve did it! You baked the fucking cake you tried to bake three times for no god damn reason, but at least now you feel accomplished.

-You look through your window and notice that it was already night time.

-”How long have I been baking for?” You think to yourself.

-Anyways, you cleaned up your kitchen and headed to your room where you changed into comfortable clothes and laid down on the bed.

-Suddenly, you get a bunch of texts at the same time and you feel like your phone is about to explode.

-”Who can be texting me at this hour?!” You mutter out and check your notifications.

-”43 UNREAD MESSAGES?!” God dang, who can be texting you so much? Did Sero get stuck on the ceiling again? Or did Bakugou explode Mina’s room?

-Thought’s ran through your head about who could’ve texted you but...you were wrong.

Shinsou:

*sad cat video*

*sad cat video*

*sad cat video*

*sad cat video*

*sad cat video*

*sad cat video*

*sad cat video*

*sad cat video*

*35 more, sad cat video’s*

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-”Hello Y/n. How have you been? I had to tell you that I’m sorry for being such a terrible boyfriend. I truly love you, and I didn’t mean to lash out on you. *more smart words because I’m lazy to write anything bla bla bla, boom done*, I hope you can forgive me, and my terrible actions.”

-Is he actually serious right now?! Why couldn’t he tell you this in person?! Was he scared? Does he mean anything he just texted you?!  

                                                                                                                      Y/n:

               -Are you serious?! Why can’t you just tell me this in person?! What          kind of apology even is this? Shinsou, if you would really want for me to forgive you, you would come and talk to me in person. How am I supposed to know that this is genuine?

Shinsou:

-This is genuine! I didn’t think you would like to talk to me in person so I just texted you-

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Does he really think you’re that stupid to forgive him, just like that? -You sigh in annoyance and text back to him:

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        Y/n:

                           -I guess this is easier. Well, if we’re on the topic of texting and                              saying things that come to our minds, I guess I'll just spit it out.

Shinsou:

-Spit what out...?

                                                                                                                        Y/n:

                                                                  -Shinsou, I’m breaking up with you-

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-There was no text back from Shinsou for a minute. You knew he read the message because underneath your text it said *read*

-”What could he be doing that he doesn’t text me back?” You think to yourself.

-Finally, you get a text back from him:

Shinsou:

-Alright.

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And just like that, you blocked his number and got back to bed, peacefully falling asleep and not thinking about what happened 5 seconds ago. Your body felt relief as you finally broke up with Shinsou and got this thought off of your chest.

-He on the other hand... Eh, let’s say he was not happy.

-Shinsou was mad, furious. “How could they break up with me OVER TEXT?!”

-He was angry at you and himself. “If I were a better boyfriend this wouldn’t have happened in the first place... But they could’ve at least broken up with me in person!”

-He got more sleep deprived than before, not getting a second of sleep.

-He didn’t cry, he didn’t get nightmares, but he did get hallucinations of you.

-He found himself thinking of you constantly. You were practically the only person on his mind 24/7.

-At school, he thought about just finding you and apologizing for hours.

-But, he didn’t do that. He was scared you were going to reject him and humiliate him in front of everyone. (His mind says “go apologize” but his insecurities said no <3)

Dabi: (ONCE AGAIN TW FOR SOMEBODY WHO HATES BLOOD/A BIT OF GORE! IF YOU AIN’T COMFORTABLE WITH READING SUCH THINGS, PLEASE CONTINUE READING THE SHIGARAKI HEADCANONS!)

-Your eyes flutter open, just to see a bright light of a lamp shining into your eyes.

-”Oh, god! What the fuck?!” You shout out, almost getting blind. (I would get mad too)

-You suddenly feel your arms tied up with something of what felt like a rope.  

-”Oh, you’re awake. Took you long enough.” A male voice calls out you from behind you.

-Chills ran down your spine as you didn’t know what was happening. “What’s happening? Where am I? Who is that male?” thoughts ran through your head.

-Your start to try and move, but your legs were also tied up so you couldn’t do much.

-”Haha, you look so scared. Like a kitty taken against its will.” The male says, softly chuckling after.

-You didn’t say anything, not because you didn’t want to, but because you couldn’t. The fear that was growing inside of you didn’t let you even make a word out for you to say.

-The male moves the lamp away from your eyes.

-Finally, you can see! Your eyes adjust to the new lighting and your eyes open wide.

-The male, was your boyfriend...

-”D-Dabi?! What the hell are you doing?! Are you out of your god damn mind?!” You scream, shocked and surprised on seeing Dabi.

-”What do you mean? Were you never taken out on a date by your significant other?” He says with a big smile spreaded across his face.

-”Taken out on a date?! Do you think this is some kind of joke?! YOU KIDNAPED ME YOU FUCKER!” You scream at the top of your lungs.

-Suddenly, you feel Dabi’s hand holding your neck with a rough grip, slightly using his quirk and leaving marks on you. You couldn’t breathe, your eyes were rolling back into your head.

-”If you don’t want to be hurt, you better pick your words carefully before making me do something I might regret.” He says with a harsh voice and let’s go of you and your neck.

-You gasp for air while coughing your lungs out. “Is this guy out of his mind?!” You think to yourself.

-You hear Dabi sigh as he sits down in front of you.

-”Listen Y/n, I'm sorry. I know I might not be the best boyfriend you’ve ever had, but c’mon, how can you not love someone like me?” He gives you a soft smile and continues. “I love you babe, and I’m sorry.”

-You look at him, tears forming in your eyes.

-God, he really liked it when you cried. And as toxic as it may sound, he loved it when you suffered.

-”Well, what do you say? Will you forgive me?” Dabi asks with a grin stuck on his face.

-You look at him and then at the floor. “I think that... It would be better if we ended whatever this is. Dabi, I don’t love you, and it definitely doesn’t seem like you love me either.” You mutter out, but that was enough for him to hear you.

-He suddenly stood up, not saying a word, making his way to a table in the corner of the room.

-You look at him, confused. “What are you doing...?” You say, but he didn’t answer.

-He took something sharp from that table, almost looking like a knife.  

-Chills ran down your spine as you thought of the worst situations that might happen to you at this moment.

-”My dear Y/n... You sometimes make such dumb decision’s I’m almost surprised at how stupid you actually are.” Dabi says as he makes his way closer to you.

-He then proceeds to go behind you, burying his face into the crook of your neck. “W-What are you doing?” You mutter out once again, scared out of your mind.

-He gives you a kiss on the cheek and laughs. “I’ll miss you Y/n.”

-And those were the last words you heard before getting your neck sliced into pieces.

-Blood gushed out of the place Dabi stabbed you in, making it look like a fountain of blood.

-Dabi laughed at the sight of you desperately trying to breath as blood covered your entire body.

-”I told you to pick your words carefully baby.” He whispered into your ear and left you inside of that room, still tied up.

-After the incident, with you gone, Dabi became kind of relieved.

-He was happy you weren’t there to annoy him anymore, and he was diffidently happy about you not being there to ruin all of his so called ‘fun’.

Tomura Shigaraki:

-”Shigaraki, please go and apologi-”

-”NO! Why the fuck would I do that?!” Shigaraki yell’s back at Kurogiri that was trying to convince him to apologize to you.

-”I don’t know, maybe it’s because you haven’t left your room in over two weeks now? Or maybe it’s because you’ve suffered from the day you’ve got into an argument with Y/n.” Kurogiri says with annoyance in his tone.

-Shigaraki didn’t answer for a split second before saying: “How should I apologize to them...?”  

-Kurogiri sighs in relief that Shigaraki finally gave into apologizing to you.

-”The easiest way is to go to their place and apologize there.” Kurogiri answers with a happier tone.

-”Okay, I’ll do it-” Shiggy answers and gets out of his room, running straight to the bathroom.

-”What’s his deal?” Dabi says, coming into the LOV hide out.

-”Young love...” Kurogiri simply says and leaves the room.

-Shigaraki took a shower, got his cleanest clothes on and started going to your place at midnight.  

(-Why midnight? Idk, he felt like it.)

-”C’MON, GO YOU PUSSY!” Dabi shout’s out from the bush in your backyard.

-”WAIT, I’M GETTING READY!” Shigaraki shout’s back.

-”YOU BETTER GET YOUR ASS MOVING BEFORE I BURN IT OFF!” Dabi says once again.

-Shigaraki does an ‘ehem’ sound and knocks at you front door, hoping you would open it.

-To his luck, you gently push the door open, asking yourself why there was Shigaraki in front of you and Dabi sitting in a bush.

-”What do you want?” You ask Shiggy, harshly leaning you back at the door.

-”Hey Y/n. Long time no see? I uh... Um-” He stuttered, panicking about what to say.

-He might not seem gentle when you first met him, but later you realized he has a soft side, and this ladies and gentlemen, was his soft side.

-”I... I wanted to say um... I uh-”  

-”If you aren’t going to say anything, I’m closing this door and leaving you in the cold.” You cut Shiggy off, clearly mad at him for wasting your time.

-”I’m sorry Y/n, I didn’t mean to lash out on you. I know I might be aggressive with my words at times, but that doesn’t mean I don’t love you.” Shigaraki mutters out like a child apologizing to his parent’s.

-He then proceeds to carefully hug you, his hand’s wrapping around your shoulder’s.

-Suddenly, he feel’s himself being pushed away, and with confusion on his face, he sees hatred and disappointment in your eyes.

-”Who gave you the right to hug me out of nowhere?!” You shout at Shigaraki, making it clear you are not pleased by his actions.

-”I’m your boyfriend...?” Shiggy says, confused by why you asked that sort question.

-”Oh, right. I still didn’t break up with him-” You think to yourself.

-”Shigaraki, no, you aren’t my boyfriend. I thought I made it clear by not answering your call’s nor text’s, not talking to you and so on. Did you really think I would still want to be with you after I do all that?!” You shout out, breaking Shigaraki’s heart into a million pieces by the word’s that just came out of your mouth.

-You look him in the eyes and not saying a word before sighing and continuing your sentence.

“I’m breaking up with you.”  

-Shigaraki did nothing. He only looked at you, admiring your beautiful facial features for the last time.

-”Goodbye Y/n...” He says and runs off to the dark street, Dabi following him from behind.

-”Thank god this is finally over with...” You think to yourself as you watch Shigaraki leave.

-Back at home, Shigaraki’s situation got worse.

-He screamed, screamed a lot. At night, in the morning, in the evening, afternoon, just at the thought of you.

-His eyes became more swollen than they were ever before, making his vision blurry from all the crying.

-He also didn’t visit the LOV and everybody started to wonder what happened to him.

-Shigaraki never got out of his room, and let his anger out by breaking everything he saw in the room.

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It’s over! It’s finally over! I deeply apologize to you my dear person who requested this, and also the people who were wondering why I didn’t post for so long.

My lazy ass really said: “let’s take it slow...” So, I did.

Anyways, I hope y’all enjoyed this!

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Turmoil (Reader x Wanda Maximoff)

Y'all this is pretty damn angsty not gonna lie- You do get some fluff with Wanda at the end though :)

Also this is my first time posting a Wanda fic or anything like that (other than my old Sarah Paulson wattpad acc) so uhhh please be nice to me?

(Constructive criticism is appreciated)

TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️ DEPRESSO STUFF AND MENTIONS OF SELF HARM

Reader has a breakdown in front of the Avengers

(side note R has Self-Healing and Empathy powers)

You sighed softly as you eyed the scars running along your wrists. Your past was no secret. After Hydra you hated yourself, you thought you deserved the pain, the mutilation, the self inflicted scars. It was harder due to your powers, Empathy. You could literally feel the deep seated anger, fear, self hatred and mourning everyone else around you was feeling. Everyone in the compound tended to keep an eye on you. They knew you had a complicated past with hurting yourself. You thought about how they reacted when they found out you'd started again.

Natasha was hurt that you hadn't reached out. Bruce, Clint and Bucky silently worried about you, not wanting to push too hard. They'd been there, they knew how addicting it can be to take what little control you could over your pain.

You never officially talked about it though, not even with Wanda Who you trusted most out of the Avengers. She was your best friend after all.

You never expressed your emotions, ever. Not even at your most overwhelmed. At least not in front of the others.

That was until Steve and Tony tried to stage an intervention.

You were sure they had good intentions, they all did. They wouldn't be there if they didn't care, that's what they kept saying.

But that didn't stop the anger bubbling inside you as they all sat there in the living room, staring at you with worried, pitiful expressions.

Maybe it was because you were caught off guard, or maybe it was because you never allowed yourself to believe anyone cared about you. No one ever took the time to prove it to you.

Maybe that was why, in front of everyone, you finally snapped.

"Y/n you know what we're here to talk about right?" Tony was the first in the room to officially speak, not even flinching at the deadly glare you fixed him with.

"Im assuming it's about my choice of coping mechanisms?" You set your jaw. "I dont see why its such a big deal- I literally heal almost instantly."

"That's not the point" Steve spoke up, his voice even softer than normal. "You're hurting yourself and you're spiraling. We just want to make sure you know that you're not-"

" Dont you dare tell me im not alone." You're tone sharpened dangerously

"y/n i-" Natasha started to speak but you cut her off raising your voice, shocking the rest of the room into silence

"NO!" Nat's eyes widened, Steve shrunk under your heated gaze and Tony avoided eye contact, " because at 3AM on a Friday when all my lights are on and i have whatever music i can get playing in some desperate attempt to kill my thoughts- im still smothered in darkness, choking on the silence and Overwhelmed I AM ALONE"

You didn't notice as Clint, Pepper, and Sam stopped what they were doing to listen to you yelling. Nor did you notice as Bucky, Thor and all the others began filing into the room at the commotion. You didn't even notice Wanda in the corner, twisting her rings on her fingers nervously- She knew this was a bad idea.

"When Heavy thoughts of self hate and what if's swarm and i clutch my tear stained pillow. I look around my room and there is no one." You continued, more anger fueling the projection of your voice. Never wavering. "When i cry out for help desperately but i still find myself watching the sunrise from the bathroom tiles soaked in my own blood the only one there is ME"

Tears filled your eyes but didn't spill over quite yet as you looked around at the shocked, guilty and worried faces around you.

"I'M the only one that hears my plea's for freedom, I am the only one who see's the increase in scars. The only one who has heard my cries is me."

The tears slid down your cheeks as your voice cracked, your true sorrow and emotion showing through.

"Dont tell me im not alone because that is false" You stopped yelling now but you're tone still had an edge sharp enough to cut.

"You're not the ones engulfed in fear and negative emotion that you're not even sure are your own-" Your lip began trembling, your walls crumbling and your resolve fading further with every word you spoke "its me."

"and i-" You broke off with an uncontrolled fit of sobs and practically Whispered as you finished your speech"I am SO alone."

The room was totally silent. You watched through teary eyes and broken sobs as a few of them searched for words but found none as they stared at you, frozen. You wrapped your arms around yourself, digging your fingernails into your sides hard as you cried, feeling helpless.

Your tears only flowed faster as you realized that was how everyone felt.

The whole room, every person in it, all of them felt helpless watching you breaking down.

You dug your fingernails deeper into your skin as the room stayed motionless save for one body approaching you from the safety of her corner.

Wanda gently moved your arms to your sides and wrapped her arms around your waist, tucking her head into your neck as you reciprocated the hug and broke further in her arms.

A few moments after your breathing had steadied, Wanda pulled away, her own tears spilling down her cheeks. She took you by the hand and lead you out of the room, leaving the other stunned Avengers behind.

Without a single word, Wanda lead you to her room and pulled you inside. You quietly complied as she tucked you into her bed and slid in next to you beneath her sheets, pulling you into her arms.

You both sat in total silence, your head resting on her chest as she played with your hair and you listened to her heartbeat.

After what felt like hours, Wanda placed a gentle kiss, firmly to your head and sighed.

"I love you" Her voice shook ever-so-slightly and you felt butterflies erupt in your stomach. "You know that right"

"If i were to believe anyone could love me... it would be you that could make me see jt" You mumbled against her collarbone and Wanda let out a breath.

"I guess ill have to keep telling you until you believe it then." She was upset, and you couldnt stand it. Anyone anyone could be upset with you and you wouldn't bat an eye, but not Wanda. Wanda actually mattered.

"You're mad at me" You mumbled again and Wanda shifted suddenly beneath you.

"What?" She sounded shocked, her accent becoming slightly more prominent and her heartbeat sped up at the statement. "Why do you say that?"

"I can feel you're upset" you deadpanned, lifting your head to look her in the eyes. "I- i just assumed It was my fault"

Wanda's eyes softened and her hand instinctively reached up to carress your cheek. You couldnt help but lean into her touch.

"I could never be mad at you Lyubov (love)" Wanda offered a small, sad smile. "Im just upset that you feel so terrible and I can't fix it, or even help"

"You help" You stated simply, wiping a tear from her cheek "You help more than you know"

"I want to do more" Wanda sighed bringing up her other hand so she had both sides of your face cradled gently in her palms.

"You dont need to Wands" You smiled what you hoped looked like a genuine smile. "It's easier during the day, when you're around... It's the night that.. gets to me"

Wanda stared at you thoughtfully as her eyes searched your own. She bit her lip and you found your eyes drawn to the action, unable to tear your gaze from her mouth as her tongue darted out across her lips as she prepared to speak again.

"Then you're sleeping over here, or i'm sleeping in your room until you feel better" She stated firmly and your eyes widened.

"Wanda, no" You shook your head "I co- i couldnt ask you to do that"

"You didn't ask- i decided." Wanda pressed further "You're severely depressed and quite frankly I'm afraid to leave you alone so please, just let me keep you company"

Your eyes widened as you stared at her in shock. A smirk taking over your features after a few moments.

"How could i say no to spending more time with my favorite person?" You grinned and Wanda let out a releived sigh, you both tried to ignore your respective anxieties at the idea of spending a full night together, sleeping together and waking up with one another.

"Do you want to watch something?" Wanda gestured to the TV on her wall. "You can choose the movie"

"Not really" you sighed contently, your voice barely above a whisper "I just kinda wanna enjoy... you. You bring me peace"

A surprised look crossed Wanda's face as a red hot blush crept up her cheeks.

"Oh-Okay then. Im okay with that" Wanda blushed as she leaned back into her pillows and you tucked your head beneath her chin, taking in her scent. "You bring me peace too Y/n"

Should I add a part two? Idk if I should or not tbh. Anywho I hope someone likes this. 😅 If you're actually reading this then uh- hi. Have a nice day/night :P

#clint barton #marvel #avengers #wanda maximoff #wanda x you #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff x reader #avengers x reader #natasha romanoff #tony stark #captain america #mental heath support #mental health #angst

[petri808]

Prompt- Marking/Monster fucker @bkdkkinktober Day 5

Izuku woke up with a start, hand clutching over the heart racing frantically in his chest to the darkness of a witch’s hour. The sheen of sweat coating his body glistened in the moonlight flowing over his bed, and his breathing raggedly trying to find normalcy in the pungent scent of sex still lingering in the air. But how if this was just a dream? A dream perhaps, yet the strongest since they’d started two weeks ago. The sticky dampness between his thighs indicating anything but fiction.

A slight breeze through the window sent shivers along Izuku’s body still sensitive to the touch… the touch— his touch… The red eyes and blonde shadow emblazoned behind his eyelids. Who was he? This thing, this person haunting his dreams and sending his body into realms of ecstasy night after night to leave him wanting and drained the next morning. He couldn’t wait to get back to bed after a long day of work, ready for more like a drug addict jonesing for their next hit.

“I want more…” Izuku whimpered into the silent room. Of strong hands dominating his toned frame, sharp nails… or were they claws? Regardless, the way they dug into his skin and controlled his hips forcing him to behave… Izuku reached into his boxers and began stroking his cock through this trip down memory lane. “Yes…” he whined, “more, I want more…” of heated bodies entwined, feeling so safe below that scarlet gaze, yet frozen by their stare— and the bites… he remembered the canines that sent his heart stuttering. Izuku paused mid-stroke to reach up to his nape. Yes, the tenderness was there again, but skin still unbroken.

To experience being filled and fucked by this gorgeous dream man. Damn, he’d do anything to make this real! Take him, mark him, a willing slave if it meant nights of endless bliss! “Please—” Izuku groaned. “Be real…”

Each night that passed by left Izuku craving more, and body left spent and tired the next morning. He didn’t know how dreams could cause so much exhaustion, but the intensity was definitely increasing. The logical part of his brain knew damn well this wasn’t good for him, too bad his lonely heart was winning the fight.

“Y-Yeah, I’m heading out right now sir— literally running out the door as we speak… Yes, Mr. Aizawa, I know it’s the second time this week I’ve been late, I… I need to get a new alarm, I think mines broken— oh… of course, sir, I’ll grab that on my way to the office for you.”

As he rushed out of his apartment, Izuku clicked off the phone, repeating his bosses order. “Double macchiato, add cinnamon, double macchiato add cinnamon, don’t forget— OOF!” The phone went flying out of Izuku’s hand as he smacked right into a solid object and bounced back, falling on his ass. “Oh, my goodness, I’m so sorr—” Izuku gasped.

“Tch. What a way to welcome your new neighbor.” The stranger held out a hand to help Izuku up. “Just be more careful next time.”

“R-Right,” Izuku stammered, “sorry, mister?”

“Katsuki Bakugou.”

“Mr. Bakugou, thank you— I-I mean sorry, again!” Izuku bowed before rushing away.

Blonde hair, red eyes… It couldn’t be! This was the first time he’d met his obviously solid flesh neighbor, so there was no way he could’ve dreamt up the beefcake! “Couldn’t be,” Izuku mumbled to himself. The man was very new, moved in maybe a week ago… ‘right around the time the dreams started escalating…’ He shook his head. Ridiculous. Those were dreams and this man was real— they couldn’t be linked. By the time he got to work, Izuku put the whole event out of his mind and focused on his job before he lost it.

A guy that hot was out of his league, so why not just live in his dreamworld?

“Ka…cchan…” The name wisps out from Izuku’s lips as clawed hands guided the sharp rocking of his hips, ground firmly over the man’s cock. “I can’t—” Izuku whined, legs trembling and starting to give out. “Please…” It was the first time of any of the dreams that the mystery lover had him doing the work.

But in the blink of an eye, Izuku found himself on his back once more, his lovers low grunts to his moans echoing as he was filled over and over in rapid succession. The man’s face stayed buried in the crook of his neck— till a cry rang out, Izuku’s own from fangs sunk deeply into his skin. Familiar, delicious white-hot ache flowing through his system, sending stars flashing beneath his eyelids, and red glowing eyes burning in his mind, filling his soul with a sense of wholeness his life was lacking.

“Mine…” the male growled, “forever…”

Forever…

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

“Ahhhh!” Izuku shot up in bed, drenched in the familiar sheen of sweat to the sound of a blaring alarm. “Fuck!” He groaned and dropped back down. Stupid alarm! But as amazing as these dreams were, they were seriously starting to drive him insane. His days were turning into endless cycles of unfulfilling work and fornication, work, and fornication— with a physical emptiness left in its wake.

As routine, he touched the painful spot on his neck expecting the same thing he’d endured for weeks— but this time, something wet and tacky hit his fingertips. “What the?”

Izuku scrambled to his bathroom, and there in the mirror— two fresh puncture wounds… a gasp broke free. “Oh, my god—”

That was the first time the dream blonde spoke to him. It’s deep raspy voice sending shivers through his body just thinking about it. But it was so embarrassing to walk into work with a large bandage on his neck to hide the wound! Lots of snickering and questions of who the lucky guy or girl must have been to mark him with a hickey. If only it had just been a hickey! All the other nights left the area tender for just a few minutes, and no evidence, but today the damn thing still throbbed. This was all becoming way too real for Izuku— and frankly, scared him a little. ‘Forever…’ The thought had even crossed his mind that someone was simply breaking in every night, but there was never any proof.

So, as he crawled into bed that Friday night, the throbbing spot on his neck a reminder, Izuku set his alarm to go off at 3am. If there was any truth to this nightly visitor, he was bound to catch him if could break free from the dream. This was it! He had to know what the hell was going on!

Izuku twisted in his bed, whimpering under the lustful gaze of his dream lover. “No, please…” he shivered as the long tongue teasingly flicked the tip of his over sensitized cock. His body was still coming down from a high that had left a sticky mess plastered all over his torso.

“Say it,” the husky voice demanded.

“Forever…” Izuku breathed out.

With a grunt, red eyes flashed, centered, and drove its cock all the way into Izuku. Growling, “forever mine,” as he leaned over to suckle the man’s mark with licks and tortured kisses. Each touch ignited the same soul-stealing connection that kept Izuku trapped and begging for more. Powerful hips rocked in measured cadence, filling the man over and over to finish what it’d started.

Izuku’s back arched and legs clamped around his lover’s waist, nails digging into the man’s shoulders as heat swirled and a familiar smoky scent grew in the room. He sensed his lover’s climax, could feel it coming like a sensor knowing a storm approached. Their connection… it felt so real… so good— different this time. Peaceful, no pain… “forever…” Izuku mewled as darkness overtook him.

The distant sounds of morning slowly crept into Izuku’s consciousness. Soft bird chirping, the muffled roar of cars on a nearby street. He moved to bury his face in his pillow to block the sunlight, shifting his body from its side to his stomach— only he couldn’t. Izuku’s eyes pop open as the awareness hit. He wasn’t alone. Without moving his head, his eyes looked down at what was around his waist and saw arms, hands— someone’s hands?! Wait! His alarm hadn’t gone off either!

He forced himself to shift so he could see who was spooned up behind him and found blonde hair. The neighbor?! Izuku screamed at the sleeping male. “What are you doing here?! How’d you get into my apartment?!”

“If you’re gonna wake up your mate, a good morning would’ve been nice.” Katsuki mumbled against Izuku’s back. “After all I’ve done for you.”

“Y-You? I, w-wait, the dreams, h-how?!”

“Shhh,” Katsuki clamped a hand over Izuku’s mouth. “Go back to sleep, talk when I’m up.”

“Maft?!” Izuku mumbled back.

“Forever, remember? I need more sleep, now shush.”

“I wilf nats sh— ahhh—”

A blinding white light hit Izuku’s mind again, followed with a dull ache in his neck as Katsuki’s mouth clamped over the mate mark on his neck. “Oh, my kami—”

“Now do you believe me?”

Izuku looked over again at Katsuki’s face and noticed the man’s eyes were glowing red and fang tips glinted from his mouth. “F-Forever?”

“Forever.”

It was all real, and yet somehow… maybe this wasn’t so bad after all...

#bakudeku #bkdkkinktober #bkdkkinktober21 #marking/monster fucker prompt #bnha #bkdk #bkdk smut #incubus #bakugou katsuki #midoriya izuku #katsudeku

[joonie-beanie]

(Bonus) The Undateables + their reaction to you having a nightmare

Since some people were interested, I went ahead and wrote reactions for the rest of the characters too!

[The Demon Brothers’ Reactions]

Diavolo:

The Demon Prince may not act it, but he’s typically quite busy.

Even in the middle of hosting the humans, angels, and demon brothers in his home for the night, he’s forced to split his time between his duties, and being a proper host.

Unfortunately, balancing these tasks causes him to be awake until quite late--3am, to be exact.

By then, the castle has gone quiet. The voices of his guests have faded--indicating their slumber. However--

Diavolo pauses when he walks past one of many lounges, and spots you curled up at one end of a couch--the flames from the fireplace flickering in your glazed over eyes.

You look exhausted, and yet, you’re battling yourself to stay awake.

“Y/N,” he speaks softly, padding into the room. You jump--wide eyes flitting to him with worry.

“I-I’m sorry. I know I shouldn’t be roaming around this late--”

“No, no, I do not mind,” he says with a small chuckle, seating himself on the couch beside you. He flashes you a gentle smile. “I was simply surprised to see you here. Why are you up so late?”

“I...,” he sees your cheeks go pink, and your eyes move to stare at the fireplace once more. “I had a bad dream...”

Clearly, you’re a little embarrassed to be admitting to him that something like a scary dream is what’s keeping you from going back to bed, but Diavolo is nothing but understanding.

“Ahhh, I hate when nightmares get in the way of a good nights rest.” He frowns and crosses his arms--glancing up at the ceiling as he ponders what he can do to help.

“If you don’t mind, I’d be more than happy to stay the night with you. I know having the comfort of another person nearby can be helpful.”

You can tell from his kind demeanor that he has no motive aside from genuinely trying to help you, and you get all warm inside.

You’d never have imagined receiving an offer like this from a literal Demon Prince, but...”I think I would like that.”

Nodding, Diavolo is quick to swoop you into his arms. With barely a sliver of his power, he manages to teleport you back into your room, and you blink in surprise as he sets you in bed, and then seats himself beside you.

“Sleep, Y/N,” you feel his hand against your hair, and suddenly your eyelids feel quite heavy. Within seconds, you’re fast asleep (you’re not sure if he had used more of his power, or if it’s just because the Demon Prince is so damn comforting, but either way, you’re out like a light)

True to his word, Diavolo stays with you the whole night, and you wake up in the morning to find his arm loosely curled around your torso.

Barbatos:

The demon butler tends to get up early in order to prepare for the day.

He sees to it that things are prepared for his Lord, and any guests. Today, he’ll need to prepare breakfast for the exchange students as well.

His Lord had invited them to stay the night after a casual check-in on their experience in the Devildom had turned into a night of drinking and tale-telling.

It’s just past 5AM when Barbatos makes his way into the kitchen. However, he quickly realizes that he’s not alone.

You’re sat in a window nook in the corner of the room, a cup of coffee cradled between your hands as you stare out into the yard.

“Y/N,” he speaks your name whilst approaching, and Barbatos watches you blink out of your haze--your eyes shifting over to look at him.

“I’d say good morning, but I get the feeling you haven’t gotten much sleep,” he comments with good nature, smiling pleasantly. The corner of your lips twitch. “Do you have a hangover?”

It’s not like your group had been overly zealous the night before, but perhaps you’re easily affected by alcohol.

“No, just a nightmare,” you say with a sigh, taking another sip from your coffee. Barbatos eye’s lighten with sympathy.

“May I join you?”

You nod, scooting over to make room for him. He seats himself beside you, crossing his legs, and looking over to you pleasantly.

“At the very least, I can help you take your mind off of it. I have some time before I need to start preparing breakfast.”

“Thank you, Barbatos.”

The two of you chat for a while, talking about things that don’t really matter. Barbatos is careful to keep the questions and topics simple, and his efforts seem to pay off, because at some point, your words begin to slur.

Your body slumps, head landing onto his shoulder, and Barbatos pauses.

He was hoping to help you get back to sleep, but he hadn’t expected you to fall asleep on him.

Unfortunately, he’s grown to have a soft spot for you, and doesn’t have the heart to move.

Sighing, he leans himself against the window frame and closes his eyes.

Diavolo finds the two of you asleep together in the nook two hours later, and is sure to take many, many pictures before he decides to wake you up.

Simeon:

The angel is drawn out of his sleep by a small cry.

Rubbing at his eyes, he glances over to his DDD and sees that it’s just past 2AM. That’s strange. Usually he has no trouble sleeping soundly--

“Nnn!”

Eyes widening, Simeon suddenly remembers that he’s not alone tonight. You’re curled beneath a blanket on the couch in his dorm room. He and the other residents of Purgatory Hall had invited you over for a movie night, and you’d ended up opting to stay the night.

So, of course, Simeon had offered to let you room with him. (Like a proper gentleman).

However, now it unfortunately seems like you’re having a nightmare.

Flinging himself out of bed, Simeon hurriedly makes his way to your side. He cups your warm face with his hand, frowning as he he spots the tears blotting the corners of your eyes.

“Y/N,” he calls your name softly, but it’s enough to draw you from your dream.

Inhaling a deep breath, your eyes shoot open. You jolt to sit up, and immediately Simeon is holding you--drawing a hand between your shoulder blades as he attempts to comfort you.

“Shhh, you’re okay,” he coos, and your hands lift to grip against his shirt. Your heart is still racing, but him being there is a huge relief.

“Thank you,” you sigh after a few long minutes, and you feel Simeon shake his head. If it was in his power, he would have loved to protect you from bad dreams in the first place.

“Would you....would you mind joining me in the bed?” he asks, his cheeks feeling a little warm as he leans back to look at you. He places a hand against his neck, feeling a little foolish. “I would feel better if you were close. I don’t want you to have another bad dream.”

For a moment, you can only stare--processing everything he’s just said. Then, you smile, and nod your head. “Sure, Simeon. I would like that too.”

Relieved, Simeon beams at you, and you gasp quietly as he scoops you into his arms.

Moments later, you find yourself beneath his sheets, with the Angel tucked tightly against your back. 

“Is this okay?” you nod at his question, relaxing against him. Simeon relaxes as well, allowing his eyes to close.

Knowing that the angel is nearby, you manage to get back to sleep. And in the morning, you wake up with Simeon’s arms hugged around your waist.

Solomon:

The sorcerer is on his way home from the House of Lamentation in the wee hours of the morning when he walks past your room, and notices that the door is ajar.

Pausing, he curiously glances inside. Your bed is messy--covers thrown to the side, and pillow on the floor beside the bed. 

A little worried, Solomon double checks his DDD. It’s only 4am. Where would you be?

“Solomon?” your quiet voice rings out from behind him, and he turns to find you standing a short way up the hall. Your arms are hugged to your chest, cold sweat beading on your brow.

“Are you alright?” he asks, frowning. “I got worried when I saw your door open.”

“I...I had a nightmare, and...,” you motion behind you, still looking a little dazed. “Went for a short walk to try and ground myself...what are you doing here?”

“Asmo,” he says simply, not explaining further. After all, right now he’s more concerned about you.

Stepping forward, he reaches out and rests his palm on your hair. The contact makes you glance up at him, and he can see how tired you are. Your body needs more rest, but you’re too scared of falling asleep again.

“I know a spell that might help,” he says, a little mirth in his voice, and before you can ask, you feel his lips press against your forehead.

You freeze in surprise, and punch him lightly in the stomach when you hear his laughter.

“Asshole,” you push him aside and trudge back into your room. However, Solomon follows you--watching as you pick up your sheets and rearrange yourself back on your bed.

Once you’re settled, he joins you--sitting against the edge of the mattress.

“Would you like if I stayed?”

His voice is tender--understanding in his eyes as he regards you. As much as you hate him for that little move earlier, you can’t lie to yourself--you’d feel better if he stuck around.

“You can use my shower,” you mumble, rolling over and showing your back to him. “I don’t want you getting my sheets dirty.”

“Rude,” he comments, but nonetheless stands and moves to use your bathroom. You hear him turn the water on, and by the time Solomon reemerges into your bedroom, you’re fast asleep.

He ends up snuggling in beside you anyway. 

The next morning, Asmo spots him sneaking through the front doors at 9am, and is very confused.

(Bonus!) Luke:

When Luke notices you tossing and turning, he’s quick to jump to his feet and move to check on you.

You’d fallen asleep in the Purgatory Hall common area after a study session, but he and the others had decided to let you be. 

Eventually, Simeon and Solomon had gone to do their own thing, but Luke had stayed behind to greet you once you were through with your nap.

Unfortunately, it seems your nap has turned into a nightmare.

“Y/N!” he’s a little frantic with worry as he calls for you--his hands gripping your shoulders and attempting to shake you awake.

It works, and after a few seconds your eyes slide open--hand raising to press at your heart as you regain your sense of reality.

“Are you okay?” he hangs close to your side, his hands hovering near you. He’s never dealt with someone having a nightmare before, so he’s a little anxious. He wants to help you in any way that he can.

“I-I’m fine, Luke,” you flash him a half-hearted smile that makes his chest ache. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to fall asleep...”

“It’s okay! We wanted you to rest!”

The angel presses to his feet, his hands fisting at his sides. He feels useless right now, and that bothers him.

“Ah! Simeon knows a celestial realm recipe for some calling tea! I’ll get him to teach me!”

He turns and starts to run from the room, but ends up pausing, and turning back to look at you. After a moment of internal debate, he darts back over to the couch and throws himself at you.

You grunt as his body weight lands against your chest--the tiny angel giving you a tight squeeze.

Then, he pulls back with pink cheeks, and scurries away.

You’re left sitting there in shock, but after a few moments, you laugh.

You feel a little better already.  

[The Demon Brothers’ Reactions]

#obey me #om! #obey me shall we date #diavolo #barbatos #solomon #simeon #luke #obey me headcanons #obey me scenarios #obey me reader insert

[sittin-on-the-rooftop]

Would ya look at that! Iss a captain x reader fanfic!

Pairing: Captain X Reader

Genre: Angsty Fluff (Prepare to cry in a good way)

Fandom: Tankmen AN: ignore the misspells its 2am

TW: A lot of swearing. Yea.

Why tf am I doing this

Anyway just stargazing fluff w captain. I fucking hate my life. I didn’t wanna finish the end lol so suck my cliffhanger dick.

You always had a hard time sleeping since you joined the army. You always had so much to think about. Recent encounters with the enemy, philosophical paradoxes, and… the douche that was captain. You’d go to the gym to exercise your thoughts away, but you decided, fuck it. You went up to the roof of the building, gazing up at the sky. One of the only things that stayed the same throughout the chaos that is war. A clear night sky was quite rare! You looked up at the stars, trying to distract yourself. From everything. The pain of war, the meaning of life, and your past struggles with love. You had quite a few encounters with the latter emotion, and none served you well. But here you were again. You were just another run of the mill soldier. How could you even have a chance with goddamn CAPTAIN of all people. All the thoughts were just too much. So much shit was flooding your head at once, because all the thoughts you suppressed just came flooding back to you all at once. So like any normal person, you went as far away from the dorms as possible, and started fucking screaming. About everything. Venting to whatever god was up there, begging it to have mercy. As you took another little break to sob, you heard heavy footsteps up the metal stairs. Fuck. Who’d you piss off this time? You hid behind a duct opening and prayed to Christ that it was Steve. All the other soldiers would fuckin kill your ass, so would Ted, and well, the worst case scenario- you couldn’t even complete the thought as the aforementioned worst case scenario started talking. Whelp, I guess the duct wasn’t the best place to hide. There you were curled up in a ball, ready to get a right scolding for waking up captain himself. But what he said next was enough to reinduce the sorry state you were in before having to hide with bated breath. “Are you ok, kiddo?” Two years ago. The last time you were asked that question, just before you joined this fucking shithole of an army. And here you were. Crying like a baby, as captain tried desperately to check you for injuries. “I heard you screaming like a fucking sissy, you good man?” In a desperate attempt to get you to cheer up, he was just throwing insults in a panic. Steve once told him that ya probably shouldn’t insult an injured person, and told him to first ask this, if there was any distress. “Mental, or physical pain? Do I need to take you to the infirmary? Should I carry you?” Panic is an understatement. You were ofc having a mental breakdown on the floor screaming “I DONT EVEN KNOW ANYMORE!” He didn’t know what to do, so, he asked a simple question. One his mom asked him whenever he cried. “Do you want a hug?” As those words came out of his mouth, you tackled him in a hug, pushing both of you onto the ground. Still trying his best not to upset you more, he started to pat you on the head, trying to calm you down. Feeling completely and utterly useless and weak. Infront of your crush? What luck. You felt utter despair. He’d never like you in this state. At that moment you realized just how sus this was. Yikes. You. Were. Cuddling. With. CAPTAIN! As you continued to drift into despair, Captain, in the most awkward tone you have ever heard, said “uhhhh, y-ya like stargazin?” “Kinda, yea…” You try to look up at the stars, trying to gain control over all your thoughts. The moon. The stars. The Big Dipper. Orion’s Belt. Andromeda. You felt an invisible weight on your back lift gradually, as you mumble out a tired “Thank you so much, sir. For calming my stupid ass down.”

“Well, ya damn near woke everyone up so it was probably best that I calm you down.” “Yea. Sorry for the trouble sir.”

“Wanna talk about it? Or would you like to simply sit in silence.” He took your silence as an affirmation for the latter. Minutes later, you asked John, “how about you, ya like stargazing?-Ah shit crap sorry, shouldn’t be that informal, sir“ “You using me as a pillow is informal enough, but I guess I’ll let it slide since you literally just had a mental breakdown right infront of me. … about stargazing, I never really had time for it. Ya know, army business.” “Want me to show you some constellations?” As you pointed out the stars, all your worries melted away. Having laughs about the constellations he guessed wrong. Time passes fast when you have fun. You checked your watch. 3am. As you laid on his chest, you started feeling quite sleepy. As you fell asleep, you mumbled a near inaudible “I kinda… like you…” Little did you know, Captain was wide awake.

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You woke up to someone shaking you violently. Gunshots can be heard in the distance. “HEY MAN, WAKE UP, WE’RE AT FUCKING WAR. FUCKING SURPRISE ATTACKS! THEY'VE SEIGED THE BASE, SOME GOT IN. HEY YOU WITH ME, KIDDO?” You vision starts blurring. You can feel Captain hoist you up onto his shoulder.

“INCASE I DIE, JUST KNOW THAT I FEEL THE SAME WAY. YOUR COURAGE AS A SOLDIER IS NEAR THE SAME SIZE AS MY MAGNUM DONG. IVE SEEN YOU OUT THERE, YA FEARLESS FUCKO! RUN OF THE MILL SOLDIER MY ASS. NOW LETS GO BEFORE WE GET FUCKING BLASTED!”

With each step he took the black spots in your vision spread, until…

#tankmen captain #tankman x reader

[ask-runaan-anything]

Runaan@NYCC 2021 AU headcanons

If Runaan actually attended in person with the characters voiced by the VA's who will attend: gosh the muns got self-indulgent, this is long

Runaan leaves home for NYCC 2021 and sends Ethari a single Pleading Face emoji every time he thinks of him

Ethari gets 2472496 Pleading Face emojis while Runaan is away

Runaan brings his favourite book(s) with him to keep him company and also for Serotonin

Rayla mentions this to Callum

Runaan is all WHy did you Tell the HUMAN

but Callum did the exact same thing

Runaan is unexpectedly supported and he's not sure he likes it

they also make a plan for what he (and Rayla) can do if he ever gets very overwhelmed

Ethari@Rayla: Rule #1 is, do not let him shoot anyone

Rayla; *very serious nod*

he rehearses what he'll say at the panel beforehand, using flash cards

and some of the cards say things like "Thank you" bc Ethari worries he'll forget

Ethari color coding the flash cards for "Social" and "Informational" so Runaan can flip through them if he's put on the spot

he also asks Ethari what he can mention about him+what's off limits bc he doesn’t want to make Ethari feel exposed or anything

Runaan: please don't have a Q&A section please don't have a Q&A section please don't have a

host: so let's open it up for a little Q&A now-

Runaan, internally: *bleep*

Under the table he starts flicking through his flash cards

he doesn't realize there's no tablecloth and everyone can see him do it

he watches the recording of it later to find all his faults but Rayla sits right next to him and she's all, "Yes yes they saw you and guess what, no one assassinated you over it, it's okay!"

Runaan goes Soft™

it's like he can feel Ethari there with him through Rayla's words

he has to thank her but words aren't his style so he offers to let her drag him out of the hotel for the first time that trip

ten steps outside and he has regretti

but he promised and his honor is at stake now so he keeps going

Rayla takes him to a bookstore

its slightly outside his comfort zone but it's quiet, and the city streets are so noisy

Ethari texted her a list of recharge spots, and one was a bookstore, with a reading nook, so she takes him there and they curl up on pillows and hammocks for a while

Another time they go out to a coffee shop at 3am

Runaan sends Ethari a Pleading Face emoji

Ethari replies with “!!” and “IT’S 3AM GO TO SLEEP YOU HAVE A PANEL IN THE MORNING”

Runaan just sends him another Pleading Face

Runaan has noise cancelling earshrooms if he needs them

Ethari wears them while he hammers

Ethari sends Runaan jokes to distract him just before his panels start

And Runaan lies down at night to talk to Ethari with his phone near his ear so it feels like back home when Ethari cuddles him

Ethari sending his own homemade "good luck" memes just before Runaan’s panel, so Runaan can fall back on showing them to the audience if he gets nervous, which he does, and they LOVE it, and Runaan is like, “I can see my husband has some support in the human lands, I'll be sure to tell him,” and the room cheers and Runaan is like "Aaaaa this is making me feel so seen but also yes, my husband deserves all the support"

Runaan sleeps surrounded by like 8 extra pillows in the bed so he can feel as snuggled as when Ethari's actually there

and one is Ethari's

Ethari lending Runaan his scarf bc it smells like him

and Runaan not only sleeps with it right near his nose but he wears it during the panel

Runaan wearing his serious face at the panel and answering hard or angsty questions, and the whole time he has earshrooms in and their lil stems are pokin out of his ears

If Runaan is here then all the other characters with VAs at NYCC are also here, so it’s a panel of actual characters

Viren using chopsticks to try and steal one of Runaan's earshrooms out of unbridled curiosity, and Runaan just. takes them away from him. without looking over. and slaps them on the table like. no, bad human, do not steal my earshrooms while I'm talking.

Claudia's flipping through a book but it's a recipe book and she's looking up mushroom soup

Ethari made Runaan an anti-dark magic charm so he's safe and no one can use it on him, so he feels safe attending the panel at all

someone asking about Lachir and Runaan just brightening

also pspsps that person is @hoothalcyon

Runaan goes off for ten minutes unprompted and uninterrupted about his moonstrider, it's about as animated and excited as anyone has ever seen him

Clauds over on the side making big heart eyes

she asks if he has a picture and he says yes and she bounces over to him and squeals loudly

Rayla texts Ethari just then and Ethari gets a FaceTime call going so everyone can see Lachir in person back home, because ofc she is fine and alive

and Lachir looks derpily at the camera like "wat dis"

She do the blep, sniffs camera, makes it smudgy

Ethari laughing and protesting off screen

the entire panel and audience is all "awwwwww"

Viren loudly demanding a cute pet so people will like him too

Runaan does a discreet lil happy stim and it's so discreet that barely anyone catches it except one or two ND's who are like aaaaa

Rayla slipping behind Viren and putting an adoraburr on his ear tho

"One cute pet, courtesy of Xadia! You've had your Adorapox vaccinations, right?" she chirps sassily

yes the pox look like adoraburrs

you are very contagious and very adorable

Janai, someone asks her about Amaya and she gets flustered and Runaan feels seen

audience question during the Q&A: Runaan, who would win in a fight between you and Janai?

Janai, immediately: Me.

Runaan: Her.

Janai flexes, literally

Runaan is happy to give her the spotlight, which is why he lied, bc ofc he thinks he could take her, he'd do it at night and he'd steal her sword first, obviously

nowhere in the question did it say "fair" fight

Amaya is in the audience and she keeps signing flirty things at Janai no matter how loud the room gets or who's asking who what, and Janai keeps getting more and more flustered and distracted

Runaan has one (1) moment where he's actually relieved his husband isn't there

Ethari would want to tease him so badly

Q: Runaan, are you a good dancer?

Runaan: I'm passable, with the right partner.

Q: So can you show us some moves?

Runaan, blushing: Distinctly not.

whistling and clapping ensue

Rayla jumps up and grabs Callum's hand and says, "I can show you some moves!"

and they dance very sweetly and cutely with some basic Moonshadow moves

and Runaan is like "I can't tell if this is worse"

Q: Runaan, how did your marriage proposal go?

Runaan, after a long flustered moment: ...Successfully. *taps his horn cuffs*

Q from someone wanting to know how to follow Runaan on social media: Runaan, you're amazing, where can we find you?

Runaan: The Silvergrove, but you can't actually-

Q: No I mean, what if we want to follow you?

Runaan: You'd need to know the key dance, and that's protected information. Also, stalking isn't nice.

Q: But you stalk people.

Runaan: *dramatic eyebrows* And it isn't nice.

Next Q: Has Ethari ever gotten hurt, and what did you do?

Runaan: *crushes water bottle*

Host: Okay another question then!

his answers would be really short if he did not feel comfy interacting, which is probably most of the time

Rayla took away Runaan's bowblade before the panel started

Runaan: but that's my emotional comfort trick weapon

Rayla: No. Ethari's Panel Rule #1. No stabbing or shooting people.

they pass a weapons display in the artist alley and someone made a replica of the Bloodborne bowblade and Runaan’s like, hm that looks familiar

Runaan wandering the con and talking to all the cosplayers with cool looking weaponry tho

he takes pics for Ethari

Runaan wandering the con and asking Runaan cosplayers, "So who are you supposed to be?" bc he genuinely doesn't know

he doesn't think he should be in the pictures for security reasons but he takes pix of Rayla posing with everyone dressed as Runaan

social media gets flooded with pix of his hair from the back though

#itssosoft trends on Twitter

Rayla sets up a pic where half a dozen happy fans get to brush Runaan's hair at the same time, and he's stuffing his face with moonberry surprise so he doesn't get nervous

it actually makes him look happy and social and Ethari is like HOW, HOW DID YOU MANAGE THIS, MAGIC

people shyly approach him and ask if he and Ethari can adopt them and he says yes

he ends up in a coffee shop zone with a couple dozen people gathered around and tells them the importance of found family in Moonshadow culture and he doesn't understand why they're all crying

Rayla teasing Runaan and telling him to tell a pirate story

Runaan is like, "Spoilers for Season 5"

some superfan nerd like mun tries to get him to admit how much he knows about Xadia and history and the show's plot, and he does that one line that all stabby people say. "I could tell you. But then I'd have to kill you."

he gets half a dozen volunteers and he is so concerned

Runaan, Protector of Secrets

Soren starts to spill about 14% of a secret and from across the entire con hall a green fletched arrow just zips by

Soren is like "You know what, never mind"

Cracky: Viren runs through the room looking for protection, and Runaan is like ugh fine who's after you this time, and Viren's all, "No one, my children are just being so silly and I just need a break for five minutes, can we please have a grownup conversation about something serious and angsty, please I’m actually begging you"

Runaan spots the adoraburr on Viren's ear and he's like, "Adoraburrs get lonely if they're alone," and he puts another one on Viren's other ear

and then a bunch more so they stack like a hairband and they're happier

Runaan just smirks and walks away

the adoraburrs start squeaking to each other and Viren is like, "Ugh, I preferred my children's terrible puns" and the adoraburrs get huffy and all hop down and abandon him

he does not in fact get adorapox because Viren believes in inoculation

some attendees would try to convince Runaan to "seek asylum" in NY and not return to Xadia or something, and he'd be like "But. Ethari."

they remind him that if he goes back he has to wait in a coin, and he doesn't get it

"Wdym. Ethari is there. Not here. I have to be there."

"BUT. COIN."

"BUT. ETHARI."

Rayla's like, I ain't Naruto running all the way back

She clicks a car fob and there's a *boop boop* noise

and this hovering coin like Tenser's Floating Disk shows up and they hop onto it and surf into the distance

Rayla shouts "SPOILERS FOR SEASON FOUR I KNOW WHO DIES AND IT’S-"

and Runaan is like "RAYLA DON'T MAKE ME HAVE TO SHOOT YOU, I COULDN'T DO IT LAST TIME AND I CAN'T DO IT NOW, DON'T GET ME IN TROUBLE I SWEAR TO THE M-"

talented, brilliant, incredible, amazing, show stopping, spectacular, everyone hopes they come back next year too

#NYCC 2021 headcanons #runaan #ethari #rayla #moonfam #viren #claudia #soren #janai #amaya #tdp crack #this is so self indulgent and we do not apologize pls enjoy

[marvelouspeterparker]

all i need

pairing: dom!tom holland x reader

summary: you’ve noticed that tom’s really been on edge lately. when you ask how you can help, he knows the perfect way. 

warnings: smut

notes: why do i always get random ideas when i’m making food at 3am? (side notes: tom has a full head of hair in this. also there’s no daddy kink in this ik some people aren’t a fan. and finally i started this in the summer and only got to it now, isn’t that crazy?)

“Baby?” you asked, calling Tom’s attention as he closed the door to your bedroom. He had been stressed out for the past week and it’s been paining you to see him like this––even as he took off his jacket you could see the tension in his muscles. 

He stepped over to the bed, stopping at the foot of it to unbutton his shirt. He raised his brows in response. 

“You’ve been on edge for the past week and I really want to help you but I don’t know how.” You genuinely pouted, noticing the furrow between his brows, the tension in his jaw. “What can I do to make you feel better?”

He looked into your eyes and for the first time you noticed the dark glint in them. He was looking you up and down, and though you were wearing one of his old shirts and a pair of panties, he had a way of making you feel like you were the prettiest girl in the world. “How about I make you come?” He answered nonchalantly, throwing his shirt aside as he began tugging at his pants. 

His blunt response took you aback and at first you thought he was joking, until you noticed how serious his features were. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes, “Tommy, this is about you––”

He crawled onto the bed, still looking you in the eye, “I’m serious. All I need,” He made his way towards you, his legs coming in between yours so that his crotch was pressed up against yours until he hovered over you, knocking you back onto your pillow, “Is to make my girl come.” His gaze fell to your lips and back up to your eyes, “Over and over again, until I feel better.” 

You swallowed thickly as your thighs subconsciously squeezed around him and you noticed the smirk that fell upon his lips as you did so. 

“So what do you say?” he asked, the smirk still on his face.

Your mouth opened and closed a couple of times as you tried to compose yourself to answer him, but the feeling of his hard-on between your legs really made it hard to focus. When did that even happen? You blinked up at him as you somehow regained control of your mind again, “Um––I mean, if it’ll help then...” You tried to sound nonchalant about it but the way your body was reacting to him was saying otherwise. 

Now it was his turn to roll his eyes playfully, before leaning down to capture your lips with his. Your body arched into his perfectly, the friction causing the both of you to moan softly into the kiss. 

Tom trailed his kisses along your jaw, down to your neck before finding that one spot that made you melt every time. Your eyes fluttered shut as your hands found their way up to tug at his curls and he growled into your neck, making you gasp at both the sound and the vibrations. You could feel him grin between his bites and kisses and you swore he could tell that you got wetter from the action. 

Although this was his idea, he always did like to be a tease. Though he was between your legs, and you could feel his bulge growing, he still made sure that he was barely grazing your heat. Getting restless and hornier by the second, you raised your hips off of the bed, chasing after his, the friction made your eyes practically roll to the back of your head as you let out a sigh of relief. You heard Tom curse at the feeling and you couldn’t help but let out a small laugh. 

He pulled away from your neck after being satisfied with the marks he’d left and looked down to where the two of you were touching. “Would you look at that,” he bit his lip, “my girl’s always so desperate for me isn’t she?” 

You whined in response, silently begging for him to move. He looked up at you, “That’s my good girl.” He winked before leaning down and finally moving along with you, the feeling causing you both to moan. “You wanna cum like this, huh? With my cock rubbing on that pretty little pussy?”

You moaned, “God yes, please, please Tommy––”

“Shh,” he kissed you softly, “I’ve got you.” 

He moved a hand down to hold your waist and the feeling of his fingertips digging into your skin was enough to make you feel like you were on fire. He left a lingering kiss on your lips as he continued his movements, pulling away when you clearly wanted more, letting his lips graze yours teasingly as he thrusted himself onto your core, through your panties

You could feel his breath gently hitting your lips as he spoke, “Can feel how wet and warm you are even through clothes, baby.”

You could do nothing but whine in response. He knew just how much his words affected you and he used that to his advantage constantly. 

“Your legs are squeezing me so tight––can tell you’re about to come,” he leaned over to whisper in your ear, before biting it softly, “want you to come so I can tear these panties off you and have you fall apart on my tongue too.”

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your breath caught in your throat as you reached your high, “Oh fuck me––”

He smirked, “Oh, I plan on it.”

Your legs fell to the bed and he wasted no time. He slid down your body, his hands following the places he kissed, grazing everywhere they could touch, from your breasts, down your torso before spreading your thighs, keeping his eyes on yours the whole time. Your breathing became heavier and he had to admit that seeing you come undone made him feel like he would burst out of his boxers any minute. 

He slid your panties off, uncovering his target, raising your legs slowly in the air to slide the fabric off of them. He decided against taking the shirt off of you-–he always did have a thing for seeing you in his clothes. Once they were off and your legs were back on the bed, he spread them again, laying in between them before diving in to taste you. 

He moaned immediately at your taste and your hands flew to his curls, grasping for some sort of stability as Tom quite literally knocked the breath right out of you. 

“Always taste so good for me, don’t you?”

He chuckled into your heat, noticing your eyes rolling (in a good way) at his comment and you felt like you were on fire. “Eyes on me, love” he squeezed your thighs, getting your attention and you swore you were done for. 

He started to pick up his pace, moving his head from side to side, having to pin you down with his arm when the feeling became too overwhelming. He was groaning into you, and just as your legs started to tighten their hold around his head, he moaned at the feeling before sucking on your clit, hard. 

You saw white as your back arched off of the bed, only realizing how hot you were once you felt the breeze hit the skin that had unstuck from the sheets. Once you regained awareness of your senses, the first thing you felt was Tom’s arm still pinning you down, then his cheeks pressed against the insides of both your thighs, then his tongue still lapping away at your wetness and you gasped. Everything came crashing back to you all at once and you immediately bucked your hips all the while trying but failing to scoot away from Tom’s mouth––your mind and body seeming to disagree with what you really wanted. 

You could feel your third orgasm rushing towards you and it seemed that Tom could too, because he wasn’t letting up. You looked down and locked eyes with him and his gaze was so intense you found yourself unable to look away. You practically hear what he was thinking just from the look in his eyes, That’s a good girl, come for me. One more. 

Then, he pulled a card that he rarely ever pulled. Leaning away from you for a split second, a mischievous and dirty glint in his eyes before he spit on your pussy, immediately lapping it up and spreading it between your lips before wrapping his lips around your bundle of nerves yet again. 

“Holy fuck, Tom!” Your eyes fluttered shut and a broken cry escaped your lips as you came for the third, but not the last time that night. 

This time, Tom let your poor clit breathe as you came back down from your high. Once your breathing settled down and you unclenched your legs, Tom set them down on the bed and left a quick kiss on your clit, making you twitch at the sensation. 

He sat up and placed a large hand on your stomach, caressing the soft skin as he looked at you. He slapped his cock on your clit a few times and you jolted after each hit. You hadn’t even realized when he took off his boxers. 

He rubbed his member between your folds, sliding easily thanks to the wetness from your previous orgasms and your breath hitched in your throat. His eyes were focused between your legs as he raised one of them with one hand, his other still holding his prick. 

“S’my fucking pussy,” he growled, slapping his cock down once again. You could tell he was lost in you, in his thoughts, in your body. When he got intense like this, all he could focus on was you. He looked into your eyes and you almost gasped at how dark his gaze was. “You ready, princess?”

You nodded before he even finished his question and if he wasn’t so horny, he would have teased you about it. He pushed through your lips and slid his cock into you, letting your walls swallow him whole. 

“Shit,” his head fell back as his eyes closed at the feeling, “feels like fucking heaven I swear.” He slowly started thrusting his hips, his eyes looking back down, “So tight and wet for me.”

Your hands were grasping at his arms and he could tell you were desperate to feel more of him so he leaned down, covering you with his body as he bottomed out into your pussy. He smothered your lips with his, muffling the both of your moans. You wrapped your arms and your legs around him, pressing him as close to you as possible––almost as if you wanted to become one with him. 

He bit your lip teasingly before pulling away and bringing his lips to your neck, continuing to leave marks where he’d started to at the start of the night. When you started practically panting at the pleasure he was giving you, he quickened his pace, bringing a hand down to rub at your clit, knowing you couldn’t get off without that extra stimulation.

Your fingers tugged at his hair as a reflex and he groaned into your neck. “Fuck––you gonna cum for me?” He was properly pounding into you now, the sound echoing throughout the room. 

You whimpered and nodded in response, “Uh huh––”

His hand quickened it’s pace and you swear it felt like it was vibrating on your clit. “Then come on, let go for me, angel. Cum all over my cock so I can fill you up.”

With that, your eyes rolled back and you practically screamed as Tom made you cum for the fourth time that night. He groaned as he bit into your shoulder, waiting for you to finish before releasing inside you. 

He left a quick kiss on your neck before collapsing on top of you. The smell of sex was so strong and the both of you were a sweaty mess but you were too focused on each other to worry or care about any of it. You sighed as you ran your fingers between his curls as the both of you settled down. 

“So did that help you at all?” you asked, still worried about your boyfriend.

You felt Tom’s eyelashes flutter against your skin, “Yeah baby,” he kissed between your shoulder-blade and your neck, “I promise. I was just stressed out from work and everything but making you cum like that? Definitely took my mind off it.”

You laughed breathlessly. “Okay bub. I’m glad.” 

He sighed contently and you could tell he was falling asleep.

“We should probably go take a shower, babe.” You pointed out.

His voice was sleepy as he answered you, “Yeah, but after.”

“After what?” you asked, confused.

“After round two.” You could feel him smirk against your skin as he replied.

You had a long night ahead of you.

#tom holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland smut #tom holland imagine #dom!tom holland #dom!tom holland x reader

[ramen-rambles]

Study Session

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x Reader x Kirishima Eijirou

Warnings: 18+, threesome, pillow humping, double penetration

Word Count: 4.0K

Summary: You need help studying and Bakugou and Kirishima were having a study session in their dorms. However, upon entering, you see that they’re up to something else. 

A/N: First real post on here! Just pure filth. I did this instead of working on my essay. Also, I have no idea why this turned out to be so fucking long. Anyways, enjoy? 

♡ ⌒*ﾟ.❉・゜・。. ♡ ⌒*ﾟ.❉・゜・。. ♡ ⌒*ﾟ.❉・゜・。.

Finals season was fast approaching UA. Given that you were in your third year of university, you couldn’t really afford to fuck up. That being said, you had been studying all day in the library with Bakugou and Kirishima. Most of the time, you were off doing your own thing but Bakugou kept on getting frustrated at Kirishima’s incompetence and lack of understanding. Their constant bickering made it impossible to focus so you started gathering your things, wanting nothing more than the peace and quiet of your dorm. 

“H-hey! Where are you going? I thought we were supposed to be studying together…” Kirishima said with a pout on his face. 

“Well, I tried. But with you and Anger Issues over there never shutting up, I can’t fucking focus on anything else.” 

Your tone sounded harsher than normal and Kirishima couldn’t help but notice. Bakugou’s words didn’t make the situation any better either. 

“If you fucking fail the final next week, don’t come crying to me, you fucking dumbass.” 

You were going to come up with some snarky response to counter him but Kirishima ended up easing the tension instead. 

“Um, okay then, but just make sure you actually study! But if you still don’t get it, Bakugou and I are going to probably pull an all nighter tonight or something in my dorm. I still seriously don’t get anything and I don’t think I have any other option except to cram.” He said, nervously scratching the back of his neck.

“Whatever. You better not fucking fail either, Shitty Hair.” huffed Bakugou with a light smack to Kirishima’s head. 

“Alright, well you two have fun. I actually think I get it a little so I’ll just do some practice tests or something. But thanks for inviting me anyways! Good luck.” 

While you weren’t particularly worried, you couldn’t deny the fact that math had always been your weakest subject. The night had dragged on and it’s been hours since you made it up to your room. You were breezing through the notes and you felt confident enough to do a practice quiz. 

However, with the problems set in front of you, you realized that you, in fact, knew nothing. 

“Man, what the fuck? This shit doesn’t make any fucking sense! This literally can’t even be the same fucking thing.” You cursed to yourself. You started losing hope, but then, you suddenly remembered what Kirishima had said to you earlier that day. Glancing at the clock, “Fuck, it’s like 3am already. Goddamn. I mean… They did say they’re pulling an all nighter, right?” You muttered in defeat.

Feeling frustrated and without many options left, you decided to take up the redhead’s offer and started making your way up to the fourth floor.

“It is kind of late, I hope they’re still awake...“ You thought to yourself.

Walking down the hallway, you stopped dead in your tracks as you heard a particularly loud moan come through Kirishima’s door. 

Did you hear that right? Did your ears deceive you? What was going on in there? 

Confused, you pressed your ear against his door and sure enough, there was that sinful moan again. 

Your thoughts started to wander and you leaned in closer, unconsciously rubbing your thighs together at the lewd noises coming from the other side of the door. 

“F-fuck Eiji. Just get on with it already!” Bakugou cried, voice dripping with need.

“You like that, baby? Tell me all the naughty things you want me to do to you, Katsuki.” Kirishima breathed out through teasing pants. 

Initially, like any sane person, your first thought was, “What the actual fuck. Weren’t they supposed to be studying? Why does it sound like a fucking porn video in there?” You felt dirty, to say the least. But you couldn’t deny that you started getting hot and bothered. “No, this is wrong. I shouldn’t be listening to whatever the fuck they’re doing.” You shook your head and snapped yourself back to reality and just as you were about to make a break towards the elevator, you heard that sweet moan again.

Now, you definitely knew you weren’t dreaming. 

Face blushing profusely, you felt a familiar heat begin to pool in your stomach as you continued to listen to the sinful sounds coming from the two boys on the other side of the wall. “Oh, fuck it.” You mumbled.

You couldn’t resist yourself from dipping your hands underneath the hem of your shorts as you began rubbing soft circles on your clit, a wet patch slowly forming in the middle of your underwear. Careful not to make a sound, you turned around and slowly slid down to the floor, pressing your knees against your chest, allowing easier access to your soaking wet sex. 

“I want you to fuck me, Eiji. Make me feel good. I want you to fucking pound me until I can’t fucking walk anymore. I need you to make me cum.” God, Bakugou sounded so sexy. You could only imagine what he looked like.

What was Kirishima doing to him? Was he sucking his dick? Was he eating his ass? What could Kirishima possibly be doing; that made Bakugou fucking Katsuki moan like a such a horny little bitch?

His submissiveness lit a fire within Kirishima, who merely responded by obviously pleasuring the needy boy, desperate to hear more of his moans “Get on all fours, babe.” 

You brought two of your fingers into your mouth and allowed your spit to collect around it before you swiftly moved your panties the side and teased your pussy, dragging your finger along your slit, wincing a bit as you slowly pushed them inside yourself, desperate for some sort of relief. You closed your eyes shut as soft pants escaped your mouth and you bit down on your bottom lip, trying to control your sounds of pleasure. Anyone could have seen you touching yourself to your friends’ moans but you didn’t really care at this point. 

You were becoming more and more flustered as you imagined what those two were doing to each other. You trailed your cold hand under your shirt, reaching up to rub your nipple, the difference in temperature only adding more pleasure as you continued pumping your fingers in and out of your needy cunt. 

So engrossed with your own dirty thoughts, you failed to realize that the boys could also hear you from the other side of the door. Your fingers curled and brushed against your g-spot, accidentally letting out a loud moan. 

Fuck. 

Before you could react, the door swung open and you fell onto your back. You looked up and saw a naked Bakugou and a half-naked Kirishima staring down at your body, fingers still knuckle deep in your cunt. After you register what had happened, you immediately pulled out and shoved your shirt down, looking away from the two boys. How embarrassing. 

“I-it’s not what you think! I was having a hard time understanding the formulas and I remembered what you said and I just wanted help but then I heard you guys moaning and I couldn’t help but listen in--” Your sorry excuse of an explanation was cut short as Bakugou slammed the door shut behind you while Kirishima crouched down to grab you by the waist and throw you onto the bed, legs spread apart for them to see all your shame. 

“You’re such a dirty slut, you know that? Touching yourself while we were about to fuck,” Bakugou looked down at the very visible wet spot on your shorts and scoffed  “just look at how fucking wet you are.” He said as his fingers teased around your cunt, collecting your slick between them. The sudden contact causing a jolt of pleasure to run down your spine. 

“Damn baby, you’re fucking dripping.” Kirishima groaned at the sight laid before him, palming his erection through his boxers. 

Bakugou brought his fingers up to Kirishima’s mouth, who licked them clean. “You taste so fucking good, princess.” He said teasingly. 

“Y-you’re one to talk, Bakugou! You sounded so fucking needy!” You weakly retorted, an attempt to salvage the remains of your pride.

Bakugou roughly grabbed Kirishima by the back of his neck and pulled him into a deep kiss, wanting to have a taste of your sweetness. You couldn’t deny how hot they looked and your hips bucked up at the sight, to create some much needed friction as you continued to watch them swap spit with each other. 

“Says the bitch who was touching herself in the fucking hallway.” Bakugou snapped back. “I bet you wanted us to catch you, didn’t you? Fucking slut. You should be punished, you know.”

“C’mon, Katsuki, no need to be so harsh with her.” Kirishima coaxed. “Look at how desperate she is. She practically came just by hearing how good I made you feel.” Playfully running his hands over Bakugou’s back and down to his ass, giving it a loud slap. He looked down at your flustered state, almost taking pity on how sexually frustrated you were. Keyword; almost.

“But you know what? I think you’re right. Naughty girls have to be disciplined after all.” 

And with that, he stripped himself of his boxers, you quickly following suit. Kirishima then grabbed his uniform belt off the floor. “Don’t worry, baby girl. We’ll make you feel good. Just listen to us first, okay? Now, put your hands behind your back.” You sat up on the bed and did as you were told, anticipation clouding your thoughts. He tightened the belt around your wrists, the leather biting into your soft skin. You tugged at the makeshift restraint, trying to loosen it a bit, but the pain you felt quickly morphed into pleasure as you realized how dirty this was all playing out to be, your pussy clenching around nothing. 

“Now, where were we, Katsuki?” Kirishima taunted with a devilish grin on his face. He roughly pushed Bakugou onto his knees with his ass up in the air, hands spreading his cheeks apart and proceeded to teasingly swipe his tongue over his puckered hole. Bakugou shuddered as Kirishima continued his assault, drool gathering in his mouth and letting it drip down Bakugou’s ass. Kirishima circled his tongue around the rim and slowly pressed in, barely licking inside the tight hole. His hands snaked around Bakugou’s ass and in between his thighs and began stroking Bakugou’s cock, the tip seeping with precum. Bakugou’s hands were fisted in the sheets and his head was buried into the mattress. “F-fuck Eiji! Oh my god, don’t fucking stop.” Bakugou bucked his ass back into Kirishima’s face and that sight alone was to die for. 

Unashamedly, you started rubbing your thighs together and lucky for you, you were able to slip one of the pillows in between your legs and began rocking back and forth against it to get some much needed relief. You slowly began grinding on the pillow and continued to hump it as you watched the two boys in front of you get down and dirty. The rough fabric of the pillow was rubbing deliciously against your clit and you only bounced on it with more vigor. 

“Look Katsuki-” Bakugou turned his head towards your flustered body and marveled at the fact that you began to resort to such desperate measures in an attempt to get yourself off. 

“Fuck! Please touch me… or take the belt off so I can do it myself… just do something already…” The neediness in your voice compelled the two boys to help you out. Kirishima undid the belt and you immediately pulled him into a passionate kiss, quickly thanking him in between breathy moans. Feeling left out, Bakugou made his way up to your lips and tore you away from the redhead, sucking on your tongue and roughly biting anywhere he could reach, leaving dark purple hickeys in his wake. Kirishima began trailing his lips down your shoulder blades, your chest, and stopped at your tits, taking your hard bud into his mouth while his free hand made its way down to your throbbing cunt, burying his digits into your hole while rubbing messy circles into your sensitive clit. “Ah, fuck! Kiri don’t stop, go faster” You pulled away from your heated makeout session to focus on the pleasure that the redhead was giving you, bringing you closer and closer to the orgasm you craved so much. 

“Your pussy is so fucking tight” He stuffed a third finger into your cunt, pushing them deeper into your hole, nails digging into your slick walls, bending down to replace his thumb with his tongue, loudly sucking on your clit. “I am so, so close” Determined to bring you to an orgasm, Bakugou soon started sucking on your nipples while Kirishima only pumped his fingers in and out of you with more vigor. “Cum for us, baby” The oversensitivity paired with the dirty talk and the attention you were receiving from your top and bottom half caused your cunt to clench around Kirishima’s fingers and send you over the edge. Helping you ride out your orgasm, Kirishima kept grinding his finger against your pussy before slowly pulling out, making you feel empty. 

“I want you both in my mouth, please” Wanting to return the favor, you motioned for the two boys to stand up while you sank down to your knees, taking both of their fat cocks in your hands. Spitting on your palms, you quickly pumped their lengths before taking Bakugou into your mouth and sucking down on his cock. “Fuck, you’re so good at sucking cock. You must do this a lot, don’t you? Filthy slut” His words caused your cunt to clench while he fisted your hair and pushed you back on his cock and setting a fast pace, making you gag, only fueling his already inflated ego. All the while, your hand never left Kirishima’s length, who seemed to be growing more impatient as he so desperately wanted to be in the position Bakugou was in. “C’mon princess, it’s my turn now. I want to see those pretty lips of yours around my dick too” He pulled you off the blonde’s length and put his own cock in your mouth. Kirishima’s pace was more gentle but the sheer size of him in your mouth made it difficult to keep up. With you giving Bakugou a handjob and Kirishima face fucking you, it seemed like they were also reaching their end. Giving the same attention to both men, you looked up to see them exchange a knowing glance to one another. 

“As much as I want to cum inside that pretty mouth, I’d rather fill up that tight little asshole of yours, sweetheart” Before you could say anything, Kirishima pulled out of your mouth and sank down to pull apart your plush cheeks, making you arch your back in surprise at the suddenness. He began to lick long stripes up and down your pert hole, slowly dipping his nimble fingers inside your tightness, stretching you out in preparation for his cock. On the other hand, Bakugou shoved himself back inside your mouth and continued to maintain his rough pace, not that you were complaining. To try and take some control, you grabbed onto his pale thighs to give yourself a chance to catch your breath. You licked up and down the prominent vein on his cock, paying special attention to his balls, cupping and groping them as his precum and your saliva painted the bottom of your chin. Feeling his hips stutter, you knew he was close. “I’m going to cum all over your pretty fucking face, princess” He held a tighter grip into your hair and just as you were preparing to swallow his hot load, he pulled out and threw a smirk your way. “Fuck this, I’d rather cum inside your tight pussy. We’re going to pound you so hard you won’t be able to breathe without thinking about our cocks inside you” His words sent chills down your spine as you thought about the two boys deliciously hitting all the right spots and filling you to the brim with their cum, branding you as their own personal cocksleeve. 

Kirishima moved to stand behind you while Bakugou laid down on the bed and adjusted himself to move towards the edge of the mattress. “Fuck yourself on my cock, you slut, and Eiji’s gonna fuck that fat ass of yours” The redhead went to the bedside drawer to grab a bottle of lube as your fingers went down to fist Bakugou’s erection, positioning your tight hole against the tip of his cock. You were so wet that your cunt was literally drooling, your juices dripping down your plush thighs and onto the base of Bakugou’s pelvis. “Holy fuck, you got that wet just from sucking dick and having your ass ate? You are so fucking filthy” Noticing this, Kirishima decided to ditch the lube and instead, he wrapped his hand around to dip two fingers into your cunt and scoop out your wetness, string it in between his fingers, and spread it all over your asshole. Bakugou let out a breathy laugh and proceeded to grab the sides of your hips to slam you down on his thick fucking cock. You let out a loud moan as you began a sensual pace against his length, grinding down on him and allowing yourself to adjust to his size. 

Kirishima’s hands went up to fondle your tits, tugging at your nipples, and placing sloppy kisses against your neck, only adding to the pleasure you felt as Bakugou bottomed inside of you. 

“Holy fuuuck. That feels so fucking good. Kiri, please, I want you inside me too-” 

He didn’t have to be told twice. He eased you down towards Bakugou’s chest to give himself easier access, and gathering saliva in his mouth, he spit and let it drip down your tight hole allowing the tip of his cock to press against your backside. “You okay, baby? Just relax for me, I promise it’ll feel good in a second” Guiding his tip inside, your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you felt him stretch you out in a way you’ve never been before. Bakugou’s hands went down to where you two were connected and rubbed gentle circles on your clit, a feeble attempt to distract you from the pain of being stretched; a feeling he seemed to have been familiar with.  

The three of you let out a collective whine as Kirishima fully sheathed himself inside you, the two boys feeling their cocks brush against each other between the thin wall of flesh that was separating them. After allowing yourself time to adjust to their lengths, you announced that you were ready for the fucking of a lifetime. 

Encouraging them to move, you ground your hips against the two, to which Bakugou responded by quickly thrusting up into you while Kirishima smacked your ass and snapped his hips forward, the pain only elevating your pleasure. It took them a moment to find their rhythm, starting steady at first, then quickly becoming more and more animalistic.

“God fuck, go faster hnnngh” You whined, so close to your release. You pulled Bakugou into a sloppy kiss while your hands found purchase in his blonde locks. Kirishima then gripped the base of your chin to move your head to the side, as he took Bakugou’s lips into a spit swapping makeout session, your mouth moving onto Bakugou’s neck, happily biting and returning the same dark bruises he so generously gave you earlier.

“Look at you- getting off to having your ass and pussy filled by two different cocks. You really are a filthy fucking whore” spat the man underneath you, four fingers dipping back down to rub fast circles into your sensitive clit. Their rough pace caused your tits to bounce with each thrust and Kirishima took this as an opportunity to tweak and tug at your hardened nipples while placing small kisses on the nape of your neck. “God, you’re so tight, sweetheart. I’m gonna gape this fucking asshole of yours” 

The filthy name calling and constant praising only adding more bliss as you continued to get pounded into mercilessly. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum” You cried, eyes screwed shut and mouth wide open as you came with a loud cry. Body convulsing, the two men never stopped their thrusting, quickly trying to chase their own release. 

“Please, please I want you both to cum inside me, make me your dirty fucking cumslut, fill me up already please, I need it so badly” you panted, leaning back down towards Bakugou’s chest, your hands coming up behind to spread your cheeks apart, yet another mindblowing orgasm so dangerously close. Your holes clenched tightly around their cocks, squeezing them in between your tight walls, furthering chastising their release. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum again” you whined.

“C’mon baby, cum for us, I know you’ve got another one in there for us, don’t you?” Kirishima cooed, grabbing the sides of your hips to pound into you even harder than before. “Do it again bitch, cum for us like the fucking slut you really are” snapped Bakugou. You couldn’t hold it in much longer and you came again with a loud moan, juices squirting out of your glistening pussy. The way you clamped down on their lengths caused Bakugou to cum first, his rough thrusting coming to a stop as his cum shot deep into you in hot spurts, a little bit dripping out of your sopping wet cunt as you milked his cock for all it was worth. Seeing you and Bakugou reach your orgasms meant that Kirishima was not that far behind. “Fuck, you are so perfect, I’m gonna fill you up to the brim, baby.” He landed a harsh slap to your ass cheek as you continued squeezing around his cock, roughly thrusting a few more times before he came inside you with a low groan. 

You were so spent that you practically passed out on top of Bakugou’s chest. Panting heavily, you tried to catch your breath as you were so utterly fucked out that it was hard to not just collapse with their dicks still inside you. After coming down from your highs, they both pulled out of your abused holes, cum seeping out of you, making you feel incredibly empty. 

Bakugou pulled you off of him as Kirishima gingerly placed gentle kisses across your back and shoulders, grabbing a nearby cloth to wipe away the mess the three of you made together. After you were all cleaned up, Kirishima wrapped his arms around your torso while you let your head lay on Bakugou’s chest, fitting perfectly in between the two of them. Kirishima pulled the covers over yourselves so you all could finally get some much needed rest, and then it hit you. The whole reason you came up to their room in the first place. 

“You know, I still need help with the math. Can we actually study, please?” you complained.

“Oh yeah, I forgot about that too…” Kirishima said nervously. 

“Whatever, I’ll help you two idiots study later, just shut up and go the fuck to sleep already.” Bakugou grumbled before the three of you began dozing off. 

♡ ⌒*ﾟ.❉・゜・。. ♡ ⌒*ﾟ.❉・゜・。. ♡ ⌒*ﾟ.❉・゜・。.

#bnha #boku no hero academia #mha #my hero academia #bnha smut #bnha x reader #mha bakugou #mha kirishima #bakugou x reader #kirishima x reader #bnha fanfiction #bakugou x reader x kirishima #bakugou katsuki #kirishima eijirou

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We’ve seen your thoughts on Oobleck but what about Glynda? She’s based off the good witch from the Wizard of Oz but we know nothing else about her.

I'm gonna be completely honest, i have not gotten around to analyzing and understanding Glynda as much as I should have by this point. alsniidlaisndlanisd. Because you're right, there's just not that much about her. Ozpin is such a prominent figure in the show and so engrained into the plot. And Oobleck got a fair amount of screen time with Team RWBY at Mountain Glenn for a couple episodes so there's stuff to go off of for him.

But, despite always being at Ozpin's side, there's just not as much with Glynda. There's things to speculate on, for sure--just like with Oz and Oobleck--, but its not as much as I'd personally like to have [keep in mind i have not read the books, haha! She could have more of a role in those].

Also, the problem with Oz and Glynda being based on the Wizard of Oz is that I have not READ the wizard of oz [ 1.) cause I can't get my hands on physical copies and i hate reading things off of a screen. 2.) I'm a lazy, lazy bitch and it takes me a while to sit down and actually read something.] AND IM SITTING HERE LIKE "YO IF I READ THE BOOKS, I'D HAVE SO MUCH TO PLAY AROUND WITH AND SPECULATE ON FOR BOTH OZ AND GLYNDA BUT AGGH PFTFTFT, READING, Y'KNOW??".

Meanwhile, Oobleck's allusion is so simple and easy. i mean, it took me like, 10 minutes to read The Bartholomew and The Oobleck? no big deal. but ahhhhh, Wizard of Oz?? [whining noises]

SO ANYWAY. That means all i've got for Glynda is base personality, some speculation, and the rough backstory I came up with for my Young Headmaster Ozpin AU. I WISH I had more and I WISH I wasn't so lazy when it came to reading, but here we are, lol.

If you want some of my personal headcanons tho!! ;O

-grew up either in a fairly wealthy family or one that was stinking rich -DOES in fact know about Oz's reincarnation. I imagine he either told her or she figured it out on her own. -REALLY likes cute, girly pink things but is too prideful to admit it -On that note, she's just very prideful in general and is very, very private about her personal life. Reason being because she is just a straight up weeb [I imagine she secretly likes overly sugary, pop-y music and lil anime figurines, okay. You CAN find her at a convention in hiding, buying some exclusive anime funko pop. AND SHE WILL LITERALLY DIE IF ANYONE EVER LEARNS ABOUT THIS] -Her semblance is like the Schnee Glyphs, in that its passed down through the family bloodline -Though her Semblance is OP, she could still kick your ass without it [I imagine she can both take a punch and return one] -Isn't ACTUALLY as annoyed with everything and everyone as she makes it seem. It's just, like, part of the performance she puts up to seem more put together and knowledgeable than she actually really is. I like the idea that, like Oz, she, too, is slightly a mess. As in, she's just as human as he is, or anyone else for that matter. I just REALLY like the idea of a Glynda with some insecurity. -cat person 100%. still debating in my head whether or not she just owns one or two that she treats like royalty or if she's one of those extreme pet owners who has, like, 10 cats -Glynda at work: neat, tidy, hair always perfect, clothes always pressed to wrinkle-less perfection, always on time. Stone cold, reliable baddass bitch who's got it all figured out. Feared and respected girlboss, strict ass teacher with a sharp tongue who gets shit DONE. -Glynda at home: sweat pants and bath robe, eating out of an ice cream tub. walking the treadmill while watching anime, lounges around on top of nine pillows on a giant ass bed. Won't leave the house for days if she can help it. Bubbles and bathbombs. Crying at 3am cause of some romcom. Eating instant ramen despite the fact that she can cook fairly decently. Actually kinda lonely tho she will never admit that, either.

Like most things with me: No evidence for any of this, all speculation and headcanon. But heyhey, headcanon is fun lolol

#EXCUSE MY RAMBLING IM SO SORRY #my rambles #glynda goodwitch #asks #headcanons #making glynda act just like yo average lady makes me feel happy #SHES STILL GIRLBOSS DON'T GET ME WRONG #but #[gestures] #what if she is ALSO still a mess #just the average woman #whose had to kick and claw to the top #and who might be a lil insecure #cause DEPTH

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Jason’s Room — Jason Todd x Reader (+ Dick Grayson)

SUMMARY: “Yeah?”You hear music; it’s loud, deafening probably, but you don’t have to worry about waking up your partner.Dick is out patrolling, and the bed is now cold. You try and warm yourself up in the duvet. Still doesn’t help, but there’s a rush that slowly burning up your body.No one talks, but you’ve seen the caller ID; enough to make you worry after checking the time, see if it was an emergency. But Jason seems to be frozen.“Jay, I saw it was you. Everything alright?”

WORD COUNT: 2140.

TW: Angsty, toxic relationship implied. Some cheating can be read, but is not acted on. Jason Todd is not portrayed as a good person on this one.

A/N: I have no excuse for writing this, other than really wanting to, which I think it’s a good step, seeing as I’ve abandoned writing for my own pleasure completely. So yeah, just have this.

LYRICS COMPLETELY TAKEN FROM “Marvin’s Room”, by Drake.

Bitches in my old phone

I should call one and go home

I've been in this club too long

 He’s really so fucking drunk. He shouldn’t be allowed to go out on nights like that, but he still does.

(Maybe clinging to the idea that someone will call him up and say “hey, don’t go, I know you’re bad, let’s talk?”.

 He’s stupid, really stupid. Stupid enough to-)

 No, he’s already drinking up another shot, from that lined up column of alcohol in front of him. Jason’s pretty sure he’s at a new club, but he can’t say for sure: nothing is familiar and yet everything echoes in him for a reason: faces, blurred-out expressions of joy and a world going too fast around him; music beating too hard in his chest, making his heart almost leap out of it; laughter that he’s not sure that’s coming out of him really, even as he feels his smile growing, a charismatic and cocky attitude coming out of him.

He could have anyone he wanted; Jason knows he doesn’t have the suave attitude of the family, and yet “the bad boy” always attracts a certain crowd of girls he feels like he could go in for that night.

Jason knows he could, but doesn’t. His hand moves up and down this gorgeous girl at her side, a bronzed goddess, but his eyes move to check up his phone: no new messages or calls.

It’s obsessive really. It must have been the third time he’s done that since his last shot, but… It’s infuriating to know he’s not needed.

 (He is; there’s always that stupid booty call, the fucking vigilante stuff he feels less and less like going in for – it now means something different, something that wrecks him up inside – or the casual reaching out he’s not really interested in deepening.

Just not by that one person he hasn’t heard anything from in the last weeks.

And you said you’d call by now (“in a week or so”), and yet--)

  The woman that I would try

Is happy with a good guy

But I've been drinkin' so much

That I'ma call her anyway, and say

 “Yeah?”

You hear music; it’s loud, deafening probably, but you don’t have to worry about waking up your partner.

Dick is out patrolling, and the bed is now cold. You try and warm yourself up in the duvet. Still doesn’t help, but there’s a rush that slowly burning up your body.

No one talks, but you’ve seen the caller ID; enough to make you worry after checking the time,  see if it was an emergency... But Jason seems to be frozen.

“Jay, I saw it was you. Everything alright?”

“Fuck, I-Fuck, no, I’m-Agh, I’ave to get out of ‘ere… Excuse YOU!” He drags out the vocals; tone is sleazy, lazy, and you would recognize that anyone, of course.

“Are you drunk? Jason?”

You feel incredibly naked, even with your thick pajamas out; you’ve lived this out too many times, and you can almost see him climb your bed.

It’s been a long time since he’s done that, but it’s something you will always remember: the creaking of the wood, springs of the bed, rustling of sheets as he tossed sheets here and there all night.

(The stupid “I love you’s”, the lazy and very drunken make-outs, while groping each other).

“Jason, are you okay or not?”

I know you still think about the times we had

I say fuck that nigga that you think you found

And since you picked up, I know he's not around, oh oh

I'm just sayin' you could do better

 Cause even if those VERY BLURRY nights that you can’t almost remember were nice, there were also the others; those which kind of made you hold onto Dick tighter in bed, at dawn when he sneaked in, cold skin, occasionally bruised. He felt so precious and delicate under the first rays of sun, as his dreams started to die under his eyelids, barely any movement in his body save the soft breathing out of his mouth. Too precious, and too yours.

You loved him entirely and completely. He made you feel so happy you wanted to cry at times; there was nothing lacking, not the sex, not the affection.

 But Jason doesn’t think the same.

What about the rush, what about the times you’ve had?

“Why you pick up?” I know he’s not there, he implies, but doesn’t say. She knows too. “It’s late. Thought you were now reformed; no phone after 2AM or something like that, right?”

“Some of us have jobs. Unfortunately, I don’t have a fortune to fall back on”.

“Ouch.”

It’s very easy to just talk. They laugh, and she gets up on bed; Jason can picture her, duvet up to her chin, propping up her pillow (the best he’s had), to talk better, while still charging the phone. He hears the rustling on her side, meaning she’s staring at the side he used to sleep in. She always loved to sleep tucked into his chest.

“You still haven’t answered.”

“Right back at ya’. Are you okay?”

A really difficult question for a drunken and very honest man at 3AM in the morning.

If he was a better man, he would wish her a goodnight and hang up; no more talking, no more suggesting, no more playing with fire. If he was a better man, he probably wouldn’t be drunk-texting girls to “cheer him up” after this call, and he would just go home, sleep it off, and go at it again another night.

But he really is not, and it’s too late to go back now. That’s at least what he tells himself, what he tries to entitle himself into: he feels too much, he’s had it bad the last couple of weeks without you. So, he is owed that.

And that is his mistake, for no one is entitled to anything over anyone, no matter their own personal suffering.

“I guess.” Vague; but enough to let her get out, not dig in. Which is really a trap when he knows of your good nature, but he tells himself that it’s your choice (your fault!) for asking about it.

“That’s… Comforting, I guess. Friend calling at 3AM, probably lost and unaware of where he is right now, fucking drunk and in a completely safe neighborhood, I’m sure…”. There’s a sigh. He hates hearing you sigh; it’s always cause you’re so tired of him, he knows, he knows. And he hates himself for it, makes him feel so useless. “Just send me your location, I’ll guide you home.”

‘But aren’t you on Blüdhaven?’, he naïvely wants to ask, just to almost punch himself right after. She means the safe house or whatever place is near, that she might have still saved as her favorite or most usual locations at Gotham.

Tell me, have you heard that lately?

I'm just sayin' you could do better

And I'll start hatin' only if you make me

 “So, why you pick up?”, he asks again, just enough sober. His stomach is in knots from the alcohol (and not waiting for your answer, just hearing your voice and talking to you). He’s on a taxi, and the yellow lights on him are making him sleepy. “I answered.”

It’s 4.38AM. Sending a cab there was easy enough once you had his location and Jason swore he wasn’t moving anymore. Bless technology, you think to yourself now a bit irritated for wanting to sleep and not being able to. Your lids are heavy, and the sheets too soft.

“Obviously cause’ I’m an idiot who forgot to silence their phone.” It’s a half-joke. If you had done just like Dick had suggested, you would not be having that conversation. You change sides in your bed, now looking outside, to the window; Jason’s sigh is audible. You almost feel a heavy and ghostly arm bracing you from behind. “If the info is correct, you should be arriving home soon. Wanna hang up?”

“I miss you.”

A beat.

Breath knocked out of your lungs and silence only interrupted by your dramatic mouth breathing. You literally forgot to breathe; that’s how being with Jason used to make you feel.

As exciting and exhilarating every night out or in with him was, it was not good for you. The nights that were good, but the bad ones, really made your feel like shit. And if someone loves you, they will never hurt you. You know, you so know, how bad he’s had it: but that’s not an excuse for his shitty behavior, his stupid harmful jokes or the way he made you feel.

“Jason, it’s been a long week, I know.”

“No, I know, I know-I’m not-I’m not trying to-“. A sigh. His sighs always broke you: too tired, too broken. Jason always had a way with words, but you managed to sometimes kill that off too. “I don’t want to start out anything. I just want to say sorry. I wanted to, but I know-fuck, I really KNOW-“

“Don’t scream, please.” Firm. Cold.

He’s losing you.

“No, I’m sorry. I’m an ass.” He laughs; it’s self-deprecating and you hate it, but you really don’t have the energy right now. “I…”. Nothing comes out. There’s a long silence. Inhale, exhale (“Jason, just breathe, please”): “I love you. Probably more than I would ever admit to do, and you mean so much to me, but I fucked up big time. And I know, I know-” He emphasizes, without elevating his tone. “-I know you’re so happy with him, fuck! It’s disgusting. It’s fucking bizarre to see you two together.” Poison that he spits, that’s eating him out; acid destroying everything inside, every little nerve of sanity still inside. “And yet, I can’t stop-I really think I don’t want to stop thinking on whatever we had, on the kiss we shared-“

“Jay, that was not-“

“No, I know. I know, but we shared it, and it brought me memories, and you closed off! Fuck, I had you to myself, we were-fuck.”

He curses out for a bit. You let him vent, sighing and putting your hand over your eyes, as if to stop everything from happening. No more 3AM calls.

Had it been pretty shitty of you to get with his “brother”? Maybe, but it wasn’t on purpose or with a malicious intent. It really had been pure coincidence that you had hit if off on one of the galas where Jason stood you up, with a considerable hangover and too sick to move anywhere. That, with the argument you had been having more and more often… Jason wasn’t sure you were even going to show up, but there they had met, and he regrets it every day.

 (But sometimes…

 Sometimes they look so perfect that he thinks they might just have been destined to happen, one way or another. If it was not in a gala, maybe a rescue, maybe a touch on the street, a crush, a rude Gothamite exchange of words as you clashed onto each other.

 Whatever. It just happened and now you two were together.)

 “Jason, I was never… “Only yours” to have.”

“On that we can agree. We never really settled, and I didn’t ever treat you nice.”

Not like she wanted; he knew. They were just… Casual friends who fucked every two weeks, who occasionally kissed and got jealous over the other receiving attention from the opposite sex (sometimes same sex). Despite what everyone else thinks, he is quickly to see others social intentions; her whispers on his skin, the brightness on her eyes whenever they would do it with such intimacy, the cuddling… No, he knew, of course he did, that she wanted more.

Jason just wasn’t ready for it. He might never be, but it’s not your fault; never was, never will. And he might just have lost forever the one thing he wanted.

But that’s the thing: everyone wants the chocolate scoop. But what they might need for a change is something they’ve never tried before.

“I don’t know what you’re babbling on about ice cream, Jay. I really…”. She’s tired, he knows. From him, from Dick and his waiting (she never really liked him going on rounds); from just having to bear with all the weight of the world on her naked and frail shoulders. “It’s not the time for this conversation. Can we… Talk another time?”

A beat.

Inhale, exhale.

“Yeah.”. Tired, so tired. Lids closing off,. “I’m here anyways, so I’ll hang up…”. Silence; insufferable silence. He closes his eyes for a second. “Have a goodnight.”

“You too, Jason.”

He’s not there, but he will be soon. He hopes for that, at least; everything will be easier.

#reader insert #Jason Todd #jason todd fanfiction #dcu x reader #jason todd x reader #dick grayson x reader #dcu fanfic #jason todd fanfic #dick grayson implied

[fallenflowersfromgrace]

MICHIE! Hi!

Okokokokokok, I know you said you want to write less angst…but hurt/comfort is technically a mix of both fluff and angst, isn't it? Anyway, I wanna see YOUR take on Eda comforting Luz after a nightmare? (I'm sorry it's all I could think of 😅)

BECKY!!! Hello! 😁💗

First off, you really should be more specific cuz then you get me pulling stuff like this. You said "nightmare" and my first thought went to 'Let's make Luz have massive amounts of trauma' and then it went to 'Let’s actually not give Luz trauma as a challenge.' But anyways, you asked to see it, here it is.

It was stupid. She knew it was. She was fourteen, sneaking down the stairs trying not to wake anyone, and crying over a nightmare.

The worst thing was, she didn't even remember what the nightmare was about. It could've been the one of Eda dying the day they met when Warden Wrath chopped her head off or the other one where she woke up to find herself at Reality Check Summer Camp and that everything she had experienced was just some massive dream.

It didn't matter. Not right now. She just wanted this terrible feeling in her stomach to just go away. The one that was filled with dread and illogical thoughts that lingered on after night terrors.

And in times like these, she went to her mother. And Camila would sit her down and calm her back into reality and make her believe it was all going to be okay. Every would be fine.

But she knew it wouldn't. Camila was a literal world away and had to get up for work in a few hours and Luz hated to bug her.

Plus, Luz knew she was too old to even be crying over a nightmare. Her reality would be seen as nightmare fuel to some, but she adored it.

But she felt angry or even a little bit disappointed that she was making her feelings a bigger deal than they were.

So maybe that's why the warmth of the tea seemed to evade her. Due to not only letting it cool for longer than it should, but because she wanted to absorb the heat to melt away the coldness she felt towards herself.

But perhaps standing in the middle of the kitchen late at night, musing over her thoughts was not the best idea because that's how Luz and Eda found themselves screaming at each other at 3am in pure darkness.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING UP?!" Eda shouted, lowering her staff to put it away.

"ME? YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE ASLEEP!" Luz's heart was hammering in her chest.

"Well, I heard noises." Eda scoffed, snapping to turn on the lights. "And isn't it a little early for you to be up?"

"I wanted some tea?" Luz chuckled nervously and the witch raised an eyebrow.

"At three in the morning?"

"Why not at three in the morning?"

"Because little owlets like you are supposed to be in their mini nests, asleep."

"Owls are nocturnal animals."

"How much longer do you want to keep dodging the problem?" Eda smirked and crossed her arms as the teenager sighed in defeat, "I got all night."

"It's stupid," Luz muttered and took interest in the floor.

"Try again." The witch scoffed. "Stupid is trying to lie to me when I know something's up."

There was a lot she could've said. It's no big deal. I'm overreacting. I feel so pathetic right now because I'm crying over something I know wasn't real. I just want a hug.

"I just had a bad dream."

"You wanna talk about it?"

"I don't even remember what it was."

Wrong move.

"So the bad dream isn't what's bugging you."

Luz attempted another lie, but stopped short knowing it would be pointless.

"Come on, kid." Eda sighed as she summoned her nestling. "Standing around the kitchen never helped anyone."

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"I wonder if the nest has magic abilities." Luz mused aloud as she flopped her head against Eda's shoulder.

"You're dodging the question," Eda sighed. "Look, kid. I'm not a mind reader. I don't know what's going on in your head but I know it's pretty bad if you tried to lie to me several times in the span of a minute."

"Like I said before, it's stupid." Luz scoffed slightly and decided the witch's lap would serve as a better pillow. She didn't say anything when Eda started to gently scratch her her scalp.

"And I'm telling you, if it was stupid, it wouldn’t be bothering you."

"No, Eda it is stupid. Because I'm fourteen years old and I'm crying over a nightmare I don't even remember."

"I don't see how that's-"

"I be able to handle this," Luz sighed as she used the back of her left hand to wipe away her tears. "I've faced demons, and monsters, and terrifying creatures that want to eat your skin and I was fine."

"Look, Luz, no one is invincible. Not even me. Everyone gets knocked down in one form or another. You..." Eda paused as Luz sat up. "You're the strongest kid I know. You roll with the punches and while that's great, you're still a person. You still have feelings that can jump out at you whenever you least expect it. And there is nothing wrong with that."

"It's not stupid?" Luz asked as if the witch in front of her held all the answers.

"No, kid, it's not." Eda smiled softly. "It's natural."

"Do you get nightmares?"

"Yeah. Usually about losing you or King."

"Really?" Luz blinked in surprise. "I...I didn't think you would..."

"I do. Like I said, I'm not invincible."

Luz sighed softly, not knowing what else to say and decided leaning against Eda's shoulder again was the best option.

"Unless you want one hell of a stiff neck, you're going to want to lay down," Eda chuckled.

"I get to sleep in the nest?" Luz's eyes were bright for the first time that night.

"I mean, you're already here and you got school in four hours so it's either this or your room," the witch shrugged as she moved to lay down on her back.

"I'm sleeping in the nest." Luz grinned and proceeded to once again, claim Eda’s shoulder as a pillow.

The witch sighed playfully and adjusted her arm so she was holding Luz instead of risking it being pinned to her side for the rest of the night.

"Don't worry kid, as long as you stick with me no more nightmares for you," Eda smiled as she drew a circle in the air to drape a blanket over them.

"You'll probably send them flying to the knee," Luz giggled softly as she shut her eyes.

"Nah, I'll feed them to Hooty."

"Give my nightmares nightmares."

"Exactly."

"And, Eda?"

"Yeah, kid?"

"Thanks."

#This was rushed af but I just wanted to do it because Becky gave me an idea and I just went with it #the owl house #toh #luz noceda #edalyn clawthorne #eda clawthorne #toh eda #toh luz #my posts #my writing #Becky📖 #asks #fic asks

[c-c-cherry]

What's the most embarrassing thing each of the Bucci gang has done/has had happen to them?

Ok I took WAY too long on this but I loved this question so much and it was so fun coming up with these. Special thanks to my girl @jjadegreen for helping me!!

**This isn’t NSFW but I’d say its teen and up just because of some of the stuff talked about hehe**

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Mista

-Pre-canon Mista was a bit sick one night so Bruno made him stay home while they all went on this one mission

-So naturally he’s like “HELL YEAH HOME ALONE”

-Bruno forgets his wallet and had to come back a little while later to get it and walks in on him wearing the following:

One of Abbacchio’s signature goth dress robe thing

Like 12 of Bruno’s barrettes all sticking to the top of his head

Fugo’s tie

Narancia’s bandana

All while BLASTING K-Pop at full volume in the living room. And our man is INTO IT. This isn’t just some radio coincidence shit, he was SCREAMING the lyrics. He owns the CDs.

-Bucciarati LOSES IT. Mista has never been so mortified in his life and Bruno has never laughed so hard in his life.

-He promises not to tell the rest of the gang but tells him it’s officially blackmail material

-They never speak of it again but at Christmas Mista opens Bruno’s gift and it's a brand new K-pop CD and everyone thinks its just a gag gift but like

-He definitely listens to it later alone in his room

Bucciarati

Bruno Bucciarati does not get drunk for two main reasons:

He blacks out every time

He’s an absolute lightweight

-The last time Bruno got absolutely piss drunk, he was with Abbacchio and it wasn’t even funny. It was just surreal because Bucciarati never lets himself go to such an extent

-For whatever reason Bruno is like “hey I never drink we should go to the bar or something” after a successful mission

-Even though the legal age of drinking is technically 16 in Italy they leave “the kids” home to watch mean girls or some shit

-Mista tags along too because he’s worried Bruno will get drunk and spill about the unfortunate “K-pop incident”

-My man Bruno drank like two beers and was immediately GONE like he got up and got lost in the bar after way too many drinks and ran into a drag Queen with Abbacchio’s hair

-Said drag queen became Bruno Bucciarati’s new drinking buddy

-He stumbles over to the karaoke contest and gets onstage and grabs the shitty bar mic and screams “THIS GOES OUT TO LEONE I LOVE YOU SO MUCH MWUA TWO YEARS HONEY~” and Mista is just like 👁👄👁

-Because uhhh they have literally been together for two years but everyone in the gang just thinks its a weird on/off thing because they never talk about it

-He sings dancing queen because its by ABBA and both Leone and Mista are fucking screaming with laughter and Abbacchio is filming the entire goddamn thing

-He buys the entire bar drinks they all love him so much

-Afterwards Leone tries to get them home so he leaves them outside while he takes a piss and when he walks back out THEY ARE GONE.

-Mista thought it would be a perfect time for them to get tattoos because his fucking capo is drunk off his ass and there is no better time

-Mista gets these two giant smoking guns on his back and his ass is in SO MUCH PAIN afterward that he leaves Bruno alone while he’s picking out his tattoo to get ice cream

-When he comes back Bruno has a tattoo ON HIS LEFT FOOT THAT SAYS “Never don’t give up.” The tattoo people tried to correct him but he insisted

-Abba finds them and is just like “jesus god” and takes them all to a hotel because there is no way in hell he’s taking them back home like this

-The next morning Bruno remembers absolutely NOTHING and as the gang admires Mista’s giant tattoo they ask if Bruno got one too and he’s like “god no I’m not that irresponsible”

-As soon as they’re alone Abba’s like “you got one on the bottom of your foot” and you can just see the moment Bucciarati’s soul leaves his body

Fugo

-Ok so if y’all didn’t know Fugo literally canonically wears a thong

-This isn’t sexualizing him (also I am indeed a minor don’t harass me) it's just a fact of life. You do you Fugo.

-So he sneaks out of the house once in a while and goes shopping for them cause our man’s gotta live, you know?

-He pops in the underwear store one day and you wanna know who he fucking passes by in the lingerie section?

-Bruno fucking Bucciarati.

-Which isn’t exactly a surprise considering he’s wearing visible lingerie in his tiddy window outfit but like

-That’s like running into your dad at femboy hooters

-Much to his dismay, the man spots him immediately and there’s just this...awkward silence as Fugo is holding this shopping basket of underwear and Bruno is holding the raunchiest piece of clothing he’s ever seen in his life

-They never talk about it again. Fugo finds a different store.

Abbacchio

-The most mortifying moment Abbacchio can live to remember is the first time he told Bucciarati that he loved him

-Pre-canon, our man is NOT having a vibing time

-He gets absolutely wasted with while Bruno’s at his apartment

-He’s the most miserable drunk, so he’s just fucking sobbing and Bucci is sitting there trying to console him and Abbacchio just looks up at him with tears streaking down his face and says “I’m in love with you” and the look on Bruno’s face just makes him feel even more miserable

-The entire night he keeps blubbering about how much he loves him and how much he means to him and how beautiful he is and the entire time Bruno is doing that thing where he tries to cover his face with his hand because our man is mega FLUSTERED up in here

-When he wakes up he remembers EVERYTHING and he wished he didn’t because then maybe he would be able to say that he didn’t mean it

-Bruno is surprisingly just like “Did you really mean it?” and he can’t lie so he just tells the truth and he’s just nonchalantly like “me too”

-Bruno thinks it’ll be a nice wedding story and Abbacchio no longer wants to live on this planet

Narancia

-Mista and Narancia are vibing in the living room one night and Nara tells Mista to grab his gameboy from upstairs

-He says its under his pillow (or else Bruno will take it away every night hehe)

-But you wanna know what else is under Narancia’s pillow? His Diary. No, it’s not a journal or just a blank book, Mista finds a book titled DIARY.

-And the shit in there is priceless.

“Bucciarati is sooo cool. I tried cutting my hair like his, but it didn’t really work. I think I gotta wear this hat for the next couple weeks. Shit. Fuck. If someone takes it off, I’m so fucked.”

“I clogged up the toilet yesterday and was too scared to tell Abba, so I just flushed it again but then the water wouldn’t stop flooding everywhere so I used Aerosmith to explode the toilet and told Abba that it was a stand attack. He believed me. If ANYONE ever finds out, I’m dead.”

“HOLY SHIT. I swallowed a tide pod yesterday and freaked out so I made Giorno turn it into a grape in my stomach with his stand. I almost DIED. But I didn’t so I’m over it. If Giorno ever tells anyone, I’ll kill him.”

-Narancia realizes about ten minutes after Mista left that HOLY SHIT HIS DIARY

-he finds Mista three quarters way through it and gives him $50 not to tell anyone about it.

-The shame never leaves, though

Trish

-Jade gave me a cute headcanon that Trish’s mom was still only teaching her how to properly put on makeup before she died (it's not like there was youtube or anything to teach her either) so our girl Trish only knows the basics

-She puts on lip gloss and blush and mascara and stuff but she’s never even TOUCHED eyeliner and rarely puts on eyeshadow. She doesn’t even wear concealer most of the time (she honestly doesn’t even need to, her skin is baby soft smooth)

-So long story short she kind of misses her mom and remembers how her mom was going to teach her a smokey eye before she died and is determined to teach it to herself now

-So she pulls a little heist and snatches some of Abbacchio’s makeup while they’re all out doing stuff

-She was not prepared for how heavy this shit was. She was used to the lighter, more natural stuff but Abba’s makeup is EXTREME.

-All of his stuff is waterproof so it doesn’t wash off while he’s crying at 3am and it’s just this—dark, heavy stuff.

-She actually hasn’t used a thick, real tube of lipstick before, only those little gloss tubes with the stick because she has smaller lips so when she crouches over with a small makeup mirror in fear of anyone somehow walking in on her and smears Abbacchio’s thick, dark purple lipstick on her lips, she knew she was absolutely fucked. She has no idea how to do this shit, especially not with dark, heavy goth makeup

-The smokey eye does not work. It’s just smeared eyeshadow EVERYWHERE, it looks like she has two giant, awful, black eyes and her first attempt at eyeliner was just—unspeakably horrible

-She has no idea where to start so she just puts on way too much of absolutely everything and immediately regrets it the moment she looks at herself in the bathroom mirror

-Abba comes home early and immediately realizes that some of his makeup is gone and he knows it has to be Trish

-He walks upstairs to confront her but just hears loud, ugly sobbing coming from her room and bursts in only to find her desperately trying to wipe off layers of caked-on water-proof makeup and absolutely failing

-The two of them spend all night taking it off all while Trish is still crying teary apologies to him

-To add in some wholesome Dadbacchio, he teaches her how to properly put everything on the next day <3

Giorno

-Some people forget that as a 15 year old, Giorno sometimes has absolutely no impulse control

-So when Polnareff tells him that he’s the spitting image of his evil, murderous, vampire dad he’s immediately like “haha well I’m gonna go dye my hair now”

-Everyone had something to do that day/night so Giorno waltzes over to the nearest drug store and grabs one of those at-home dying kits (he got dark green cause he thought it would look cool with his new outfit)

-He gets home and has absolutely no idea what he’s doing so he just thinks it’ll work out somehow

-Soooo yeah he does NOT put it in properly at all, he just kind of takes the shit and slathers it all over his hair and doesn’t do his roots and doesn’t put it up and leaves it dripping down his back and stuff and his stupid ass FALLS ASLEEP with the hair dye in

-He wakes up and the sheets are this really awful light green colour but he doesn’t pay any mind to it

-He looks in the mirror and from the front it actually looks good and he gets all excited and decides to wash it out

-When he gets out of the shower it’s this awful disgusting light light ugly green and he almost cries. Almost.

-It looks like someone dunked him in that Nickelodeon slime and he looks at the package and it says the dye will stay in for at least 3 weeks and there aRE TEARY EYES

-He spends the next hour in the shower trying to wash it out. It does not wash out.

-Utterly defeated with his hair matted and donuts practically falling apart, he stumbles over to his room and tries to wash the sheets covered in slime-coloured hair dye which *surprise!!!* doesn’t wash out either!

-He must dispose of the evidence, but of COURSE they’re out of garbage bags so he shoves all the dye kit stuff and the sheets into a mafia body bag and chucks it by the garbage can outside without a single thought

-Which he SHOULD have had a single thought about it, because when they get home and Narancia spots the body bag he’s like “holy shit guys I think Giorno killed someone while we were out”

-So they all panically pop into the house and cautiously try to find Giorno. Fugo finally finds him pacing around his room in the dark and when he flicks on the lights HO-LY SHIT.

-Fugo obviously bursts out into laughter and Bruno books it up the stairs and also starts cackling and Narancia is like “OH MY GOD YOU KILLED SOMEONE LOOKING LIKE THAT?!” and Giorno has to explain to them that the body bag is filled with stained bedsheets (much to his embarrassment)

-Abbacchio takes so many pictures and Giorno is having a nervous breakdown because he cannot live with his hair looking like this

-Bruno makes Abba fix it the next morning and he loves every second of Giorno’s mortification

-The pictures Abbacchio took of that night are framed next to the pictures of Bruno’s wasted karaoke night in his room

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Thank you for the ask, anon!! I’m absolutely exhausted now haha so I’ll scroll through the rest of the asks when I wake up!!

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