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I fear I have so many little ideas for teen! thanos and nam-gyu. like, i've got so much lore set up for them in my notes. they're just so cute :(( enjoy this little drabble of thanos coming back from a trip to the us!!!
"Why are you looking down like that?"
The taller boy chortled, holding back a childish grin that seemed to be forever plastered across his face. The warm, calloused hand at the nape of his neck, shoving the others head down finally released only to be met with a harsh slap. The purple haired boy whined, holding his pain afflicted hand as if the slap actually hurt.
"Dude- The fuck are you doing? Let go of me." Nam-gyu shoved the other off, finally letting his eyes fall upon his best friend. It had been months since the two had last seen each other. Six months and four days, but Nam-gyu wasn't keeping track, not at all. His dark eyes widened, suddenly aware of just how the other was towering over him, purple tufts of hair flickering in front of the others' eyes as Su-bong tilted his head. Su-bong had to have at least been a whole head taller than him now. What had they been feeding him...
"Fuck, man," Su-bong whined, shaking his hand as he finally straightened, "No need to hit me!" His complaints didn't cease until the other flicked him once again, square in his forehead. This certainly wasn't the warm welcome he was expecting. A playful pout fell across his face. "This is no way to greet your best friend," He pointed towards the other, making his chipped black nail polish rather obvious. In his eyes he hadn't grown much. Sure, his pant legs were shorter, but he figured they just shrunk in the wash. It seemed more reasonable that Nam-gyu might have shrunk.
Mountain
Summary: You're sick of being Peter's therapist Characters/Pairing: Peter x Fem!Reader Word Count: 420 Warnings: light angst, use of the word mum once A/N: why are all my old fics so short :((
"I cannot keep doing this for you." Your words started soft. The conversation was inevitable. The lost sleep, stolen from the spider itself, the trauma and consequences that followed were catching up to the both of you. Peter knew it was coming sooner or later.
"I can not keep taking care of you every night. You can't expect this from me." You placed your bag down on the kitchen counter, the contents beginning to fall out.
"I never expected it from you-" He tried to say. Your hands gripped the counter, knuckles white in pure anger.
"But you did! Every single night you came through my fire escape, bleeding out and sobbing, delirious! And single every night I would fix you up. Even when I was sick, or in pain or hurt, I always patched you up. It isn't fair that you expect this from me." Your words came out rushed, heart hammering against your chest. Rough hands touched your shoulders, trying to calm you down but you pushed them away. Your words were finally caught in your throat, a sob bubbling in your chest like an unruly potion in a cauldron.
"I am not your fucking therapist!" You yelled, "I am not your own personal nurse, or your mum!"
Peter stood dumbfounded at your words. There was no going back from this argument, and he knew it. Besides, you were right. He had expected you to help him. He believed that since you were his forever loving and caring partner that you were willing to risk your own mental health over his physical health. Yet, you couldn't. There was no universe where this would end well.
Attempting to reach out once again, Peter exhaled shakily and gently touched your shoulder. "Please..." He spoke, squeezing your joint through the fleece jacket, "I can fix this. I promise, I can fix all of this. Just give me another chance." The brunettes' words were beginning to sound panicked, yet you couldn't care anymore. He was the cause of your emotional turmoil for the past year. You were no longer willing to be the one to bear the consequences of his actions, especially when you were on the brink of your own emotional demise outside of your relationship with the man.
"No," you shook your head, "I'm done."
The corners of your lips turned up in a hateful and tight-lipped smile. Seeing his distraught expression made you feel powerful, your decision to leave now set in stone. Peter felt you slip through his fingers, watching with nothing but helplessness now as you walked towards the front door. Reaching for your keys, you turned back once more.
"Goodbye, Peter."
Unresolved Feelings
Summary: Hobie has been nothing but nice to you, sadly, you can't return the favour Characters/Pairings: Hobie x GN!Reader, minor Gwen x GN!Reader Word Count: 800 Warnings: mention of canon events, death, panic attack, emotional distress, angst
"I can't even look at him Gwen." Your words came out trembling, eyes watering. "I can't look at him or talk to him. I-.. I can't go on another mission with him. I almost got us killed!" Your rambling was never-ending. The look in your eyes sent chills down the young woman's spine. It was something she recognised herself, however not on your face. Dark bags covered your cheeks, pupils small and hair a mess. Your clothes were the same that you wore yesterday, meaning you probably slept in them.
"It's okay. We can talk to Miguel.. He'll understand." She said your name so softly, hands coming to rest upon your shaking shoulders. A hiccup slipped past your swollen lips and you almost started crying again. "I'm sure we can fix this." Gwen offered a sympathetic smile, thumbs wiping away any stray tears that dared to fall down your soft cheeks. "Come on, let's get you in some clean clothes and brush your hair. Then we can go talk to him, okay?" Her words were so sincere and comforting that you couldn't help but be embarrassed about your sudden emotional outbursts.
You nodded.
While getting ready, with Gwen pulling some clothes out for you to put on and helping you brush back your hair, you were completely lost in your thoughts. Hobie came to mind and the memories followed.
Hobie was your canon event. In your universe you worked as a variation of spider-man. Hobie was your best friend, your ride or die, the person you promised to look after no matter what; and you failed him. In a moment of quick thinking where you could have prevented his death, you faltered and instead, he ended up 6ft underground. The memories left a cool shudder running down your spine. Goosebumps formed across your arms and the hair at the back of your neck stood at attention.
"He won't understand, Gwen. This is useless." You spoke quietly, rubbing your face as if that was going to get rid of your eye bags. "This isn't going- you know what Miguel is like! If anything this will make it worse." You huffed through your nostrils.
Gwen just shook her head an rolled her eyes. "You're a pessimist." She sighed softly, squeezing your hand ever so gently. "I promise it will be fine."
Of course, by the time you had made it to Miguel's 'office' you were feeling a little bit better. Gwen had reassured you that Miguel might listen, and you wouldn't have to see Hobie again. Part of that pained you. In fact, part of you longed to crawl right back into his arms as if nothing had ever happened. The thought of simply inserting yourself back into his life flashed through your mind, following by the look on his face as he fell. You couldn't put him through that again..
The conversation went... okay. As okay as it could go. You were now free from any interactions with Hobie Brown. You felt so conflicted. Gwen understood your pain. Seeing such a close friend die and then to be confronted with that same person, but not your own version is traumatizing. The amount of unresolved trauma that comes back is overwhelming; no wonder you were getting no sleep.
On the way back to the lobby you were confronted with this unresolved feeling. The same punk rocker that you had been actively avoiding was marching his way towards you, a slight frown on his hollowed face. Your heart was racing, your head almost spinning. He stood in front of you and yet you couldn't move. Your feet were frozen, eyes staring into the deep brown of his own. You felt like crying again, but nothing came out.
"You've been avoiding me."
His words didn't come out as harsh or controlling, but rather concerned.
"Get out of my way."
"That doesn't change the fact that you've been avoiding me." Hobie said your name in the same way that your version did. Your shoulders shook slightly, head hung lowly.
"It doesn't fucking matter- okay? You didn't do anything! So get out of my way, Hobie!" Your words were harsh. Your tone was conflicting against your thoughts. No matter how much you wanted to run into those familiar lanky arms or playfully flick his chin, you couldn't, because this man wasn't your Hobie. The Hobie in front of you was a stranger. One that you only had superficial feelings too, and one that you could never be nice to.
The pained look he gave you made your heart ache within your chest. He didn't say anything and just stood to the side, taking a step out of your way. Your mouth moved but no words came out. Instead, you forced your feet to move before you did anything that could have been even more stupid than your outburst. You left him standing there with your head now held high in an attempt to seem strong.
Hobie could see through your act. You couldn't fool him.
Everything will be okay
A little self indulgent BMFM dabble I wrote to comfort myself after a really, really bad day. Fluff, Modo x OC
Modo knew something was wrong the moment he walked into the room. Roxanne’s head was lowered, her shoulders slumped. She tried to give him a smile when she noticed him, but it faltered almost immediately and she turned away as if to try and hide her sad expression. His heart went out to her and he quickly followed, crossing the room to her in a moment.
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Snippet #6
(Part 1…?)
“We used to be best friends,” The hero murmured, gazing out the window of their room. The moon shining so bright, they tore their eyes from it. The light shining through the glass, illuminating the whole place up. They sighed. “Perhaps, something more intimate that I refused to put a name on. We both refused to.”
“Dad, were you guys more than friends?” The hero’s child, a fourteen-year-old, asked them. Their eyes animated with wonder, their lips curved up a little. The hero chuckled, as they patted the teenager’s head.
“You should go to sleep now, hmm? It’s getting late.” The hero murmured, moving from the place they were standing and striding to where the other was sitting on the bed.
“Buttttttt, I have to know.” The fourteen-year-old whined, shaking their head as their parent picked them from the bed by their arm, in one sweep. “Where are they now? Do you know?” They asked again.
“No, I don’t know where he is right now, and nor do I wish to.” The hero said, eyes filling with suppressed sadness, their voice cracking. They tried to stay calm as memories of their college days came crushing in all at once, fogging their whole mind. Suddenly, they felt dizzy as they let go of the confused teenager’s arm, and sat down on the bed.
It was now or never. Every time they had this conversation, it would end with the hero staying silent the end, not wanting to bring up any reminders of the villain. They could not tell the younger one, that their best friend was none other than the most wanted criminal in the entire city. It would be too much, for both of them. Every time the assignment of finding the villain was assigned to him, they would always decline it. They couldn’t afford to meet the villain let alone, catch them. It would break them, unwillingly.
Yet, they couldn’t bury it all down again. Not when the kid was getting nothing but smarter every day, wiser. Mature. It felt wrong to hide their history any longer than they had been. So, they took a deep breath and let it all out. They told the fourteen-year-old everything that he had been wanting to, everything they didn’t tell anyone else, not even their ex-partner. Perhaps, that’s why when their partner felt that they weren't the one the hero was looking for, they decided to set them both free.
The teenager listened intently, asking their parent questions here and there. Frowning at various times, and laughing at others. It was a roller coaster of emotions, if you asked them.
“So…you still love them then?” They questioned, eyes brows raised.
The hero glanced away, wiping away the tears that unknowingly left out of their eyes, “I wish I could say no, but yes. Yes, I do love-," Before the hero could finish his sentence, there was a big thud from the kitchen. The teenager glanced at their dad, their eyes filled with surprise.
They both quickly but quietly made their way to the kitchen, the hero in the front, while their child trailed behind.
When they peeked out behind the wall of the kitchen, the hero's heart stopped. The villain stood there, appearing smug.
Prompt #35
"Well, what do you think?" The villain asked as the hero looked at himself in the mirror with an unsettling frown permanently attached to his eyebrows.
"Are you sure no one will recognize me at the party? You know, this is a very important mission, right?" The hero spoke, spinning his body a little and then moving closer to check his face.
"I'm sure no one will recognize you. I've been dressing you up for 3 hours now, so I know how important it is, babe." The villain retorted, his hands gesturing in the air between them. He decided that if the mission went downhill, it wouldn't be his fault. It would be the hero's fault, with the way he's still frowning like a baby, unknowingly ruining his makeup. He sighed and shifted his feet towards the other man.
"Just relax, would ya? You can always call me for backup." The villain kissed the hero to calm down his nerves. The hero kissed back hungrily. His heart jumped with nervousness. "Okay, okay. Let's not get carried away." The villain laughed, and the hero's cheeks stained with red.
"Thank you." The hero murmured, and the villain grinned.
❌Credit me if use this ❌
Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Shinsou Hitoshi
Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Shinsou Hitoshi
Pronouns: Katsuki (he/him), Hitoshi (they/them)
Prompts: a nose kiss
Additional: Fluff, nose kiss, FLUFF NO ANGST!!!
Author's Note: RAAAAAAH, I love BakuShin!!! They're so funny to me!! Also,, Apollo?? Posting on its main account?? it's more likely than you think!
Updated note: I am so sorry!! I did not know the original word I had used for this is a slur! So, thanks to an anon who told me, I changed the word! So nothing really changed other than the name of the kiss!
"Hitoshi?" Katsuki grumbled, putting his sweaty palms on his closed eyes, lightly rubbing the tiredness away.
"Hmm?"
"It's nearly midnight, go to sleep."
Hitoshi adjusted themself to be able to look at Katsuki while still being able to play on their console.
"I know." They put one hand on Katsuki's hair. "Go to sleep if you're tired."
Katsuki sighed. "Come on, Eye Bags. I don't want to sleep alone."
"Is the Bakugou Katsuki asking me, an extra, to sleep with him?"
Katsuki 'tch'-ed, before throwing a pillow that had fallen on the floor at them. The bastard smirked.
Hitoshi went to say something, but held themself back at the sight of the other. Katsuki was holding back a yawn, his eyes misty from lack of sleep.
He was right, it was pretty late. And Katsuki usually went to bed at 8:20 pm.
Was he really waiting for them to finish their game? Hitoshi smiled.
"How about this? I finish this part and then I go to sleep."
"You said the same thing thirty minutes ago..."
"I pinky promise?" Hitoshi put their pinky up, and waved their hand that used to be in his hair in front of him, right in his face.
Katsuki rolled his eyes, swatting away their hand from his face. But he still linked his pinky with theirs, finalising their promise.
"Now you better hurry the fuck up, got it Mind Fuck?"
Hitoshi let out a chuckle. They came in close to Katsuki, then rubbed the tips of their noses together.
"What the fuck?!" Katsuki blinked a few times, surprised. "The hell was that?"
"A nose kiss. Never heard of it?"
"No the fuck I didn't? And what the hell even is a nose kiss?"
"It's just rubbing our noses together. To warm up the tip of your nose." They tilted their head to the right. "Your parents never did that with you?"
"Why? Sensei's doing it to you?"
Hitoshi rolled their eyes. "Sensei's not my dad."
"Mhm. Go tell that to Half-N-Half. I bet he'd totally believe you."
"Anyway!" Hitoshi leaned in quickly, before getting back into their initial position, leaned against the bedframe and both hands holding the handheld console.
Katsuki groaned at the small kiss his partner had given him, but went back to his sleeping position still.
"Bastard..." he mumbled as he closed his eyes.
How it feels reading “baby girl” in a fic when I don’t have an evil fly in my ear whispering “365 Days”.
guys writing this making me cry 💔💔😭 I’m so deadasss. this concept not for the weak. ugh he soooooo sad like 😞
this will be used to motivate me to finish one of these by purposely putting myself on the spot. you guys get to choose which one ur most interested in and then’ll it’ll force me to focus on it the most which kills procrastination and the 500 tabs in my head that pop up whenever I’m writing. bc ik u guys are depending on me to get that shit done.
guys I got too many ideas in my head it’s actually insane.
me rn 👇🏽
I got rockstar!touya
I got mafia!keigo
I got golden age Hollywood actor!keigo
I got vampire!keigo
I got Oni!katsuki
like my brain keeps popping them out like rabbits like that’s tooooo fast mamas EXTREMELY FAST. and when I do focus on one it’s like im in the zone before I realize how hot rockstar touya would be and then when I go to him I think abt actor Keigo like 😭😭😭 HAHSNSNSOAOAOSK
cuh… evb liking my post but nobody responding U DONT GOTTA BE A PROFESSIONAL I JUST NEED AN OPINION PLEASEEE 😞💔💔💔
is anybody interested in a mafia!hawks x black!reader fanfic :3 just wrote this today queens instead of doing my homework and I got 7k words (it’s a one shot) in and also nobody ain’t warn me that switching tabs with ao3 sum dangerous..like deadass I had to rewrite a few parts FAWK MAN 💔😞 but lwky they say when you change your perspective😇 I just took it at as a chance to write it better.
lowkey this kinda clickbait ngl. I ain’t even finish it 😭😭😭
BUT I LOVE IT SO MUCHHH. Def gotta proofread and add a couple things cause..🧐 it ain’t making sense but overall I ate and lowkey I made reader a crash out :3 but it makes sense because he ‘cheated’ on her. ngl feel like I need to see more breaking more shit f!readers when they find out their man cheated on them. crying cool and all but throwing glasses at walls and flipping tables HELL YEAH QUEEN. sorta feel like I mischaracterized mafia Keigo even tho he’s been rotting in my notes app for like maybe a year and readers black and I added minor characters woooooo.
“I'ma kill the pussy, I think we need a paramedic.”
⋆˚࿔ Black!F!Reader x Ur Fav!
📢: nsfw!, dom!behavior, pussy referred to as ‘she’; stretch marks, not proofread :3, very short
★ men who bend you on the nearest surface. counter top, table, couch,—whatever’s near and wherever he can fuck you from the back as long as he gets his billion dollar view. If that’s not available he’ll use the nearest wall pressing you against it his body all against yours so you can feel his growing erection in his pants begging for you.
★yes his billion dollar view. with your back arched, ass up, and face down(sweaty, and against the pillow almost smudged, pathetic sounds coming outta you like a pornstar). it was fucking glorious the way your body was beneath him. He liked it when you were sooo feeble under him like this. Your soft warm skin glistening with sweat, the curves on your body, the accentuations, the carvings. Yes carving, like a—uh, Greek statue y’know the one depicted of Aphrodite? She ain’t had shit on you in his opinion he adored it all. Especially your stretch marks! The ones that began on your lower back stretching to your hips, thighs, and ass? Sunlight on water. Perfection supposedly didn’t exist as humans were flawed but too him? You where the standard. Perfect.
★ his hand slide down to the middle of your back before pressing on it “Deeper baby.” His voice muttered into your ear and you obeyed your back deepening further “There we go.” He cooed pulling a stray curl from your face so he could see your eyes his smirk deepening from what he saw in them. “That’s my girl, doin’ so good for me.”
★men who place love bites on your shoulders licking them clean light bruises in there wake right after, kisses on them and in between the shoulder blades(the lil moans you released were so precious—), and his fingers ever so gently trailing down your spine all because of the way your breathing slows, and hitches and maybe even a hiccup.
★men who really, really want to tug, pull and wrap your hair around his fists but decided on not to because it hurt for you and not in a good way. So he decided on using your neck wrapping his big, rough hand ‘round there. It made it all the better feeling your plus beat rapidly against his fingers. But make no mistake! That protective hairstyle? Oh you’re so done. “Nah, nah lemme pull it c’mon I’ll be gentle I swear.” He’s not gentle not even a little bit with your passion twists wrapped around his hand messily tilting your head back all meanly like a bully, a bully who likes to fuck you. Your throat bare and he places open mouthed kisses on the skin sucking a bit, even on the pulse.
★men who fuck you like you insulted his mom in the worst way. men who fuck you like he absolutely hates your existence and the fact that your still alive breathing. men who fuck you like your just some dumb rag doll to put his cock in. Rough. Raw. Passionate. Straight up pounding your shit with no mercy it’s almost like he wants you dead. But there’s a duality—almost whiplash with the way he whispers in your ear “want me to—shit—stop, pretty?” or “m’goin too hard? aw, shh don’t cry on me now.” pressing soft almost feather light kisses on your jaw or on the back of your neck, his voice all hoarse, raw and low and you’re the only person who gets to hear him like this all intimate because this is solely reserved for his girl.
★men who slap your ass and he doesn’t care if it’s big or small he slapping it either way just to see a deep red mark depicting his handprint. (If you look back you’ll see the pure delight in his eyes, a big grin on his face at the recoil) Because your his. Branding he guesses? and he rubs it’s after soothing the pain all caringly like he’s genuinely sorry but his mouth is so dirty when he says “you’re not gonna walk for the next week so, call out for everyday okay? I’ll take care of you yeah?” He tilts his head to the side lazily seemly in thought before saying “I’ll massage your legs, your thighs, back as well for ya..probably your whole body..you want that right?” Mind you he’s saying this while he’s still fucking you his pace slowed down though to give you air time talking like he’s listing a grocery list or something. And when you don’t answer quick enough he gives your ass a quick smack making you cry out “Y-yeah!” He smirks rubbing your ass again all soothingly “Yeah? Glad you agree..don’t like how they’ve been working my girl so hard these days.” He says and his ears pick up on your shaky breathing and he doesn’t know why you’re doing that. He’s still got one more round left in him maybe two..he’s feeling a bit needy today. But he’s not the only one clearly with the way she’s squeezing him dry all tight and warm tryna choke him out acting like she wanted a baby. Poor pussy, all clingy n shit it’s okay tho! He’ll fuck you till she tapped out.
I got something brewing 😼 lwky that adhd hyperfocus go crazy
writing fanficiton is so hard like turning this lil Drabble into maybe a one shot/full story and then I burn out cause I’m no longer motivated and focus on something else or I am motivated but I’m procrastinating at the same time because wdym I have to make an actual story line with no plot holes?? wdym I have to actually explain stuff and create backstories like I was just writing in the moment :( this is the same for drabbles btw procrastination and burning out like a firework are my archenemies.
AND THEN I read a rlly rlly good fanfic/ one shot / Drabble and I get inspired by the idea and I start writing right? it can last for a couple of months, to a week, to maybe an hour. idk i think it might be attention span problems or mb I’m undiagnosed.
this might’ve not have made sense cause I’m rlly just rambling BUT isn’t it funny how I’m complaining about writing anything but I’m doing it rn. no not funny? okay goodbye.
⋆˚｡⋆✧˚ study breaks
Summary: the sweetest “study sesh”
Pairings: ethan landry x reader. established relationship. mid-plus size!reader. Au! where ethan isnt ghostface
warnings: fluff, so much fluff, reader worship bro, ethan being down bad thats it
word count: 575
notes: i'm actually in love with ethan landry and i feel like he'd be the most affectionate boyfriend (if he wasnt a psychopathic killer </3)
you had invited ethan over to your dorm room so you could study together for economics after you ended up missing a few of the lectures.
ethan truly was the best boyfriend in the world to you, putting so much effort to re-teach you every single thing you had missed. he didn't want you failing your classes after all.
however about 3 hours into the studying, its growing painfully clear that ethan was struggling to keep his hands to himself. there weren't even sexual intentions behind his actions, he just wanted to be touching you, holding you.
its something you picked up during your relationship, he was clingy. and its not like you minded, you were flattered really. after years of considering no man would ever love you because you aren't those skinny models, a nerdy boy walks into your life and turns it all around for you.
to ethan you were the most beautiful human on earth, practically glowing anywhere you want. first lecture of the morning where you looked a mess? glowing. going to the market in your pjs? to die for. bed head? he could eat you alive.
which is why he ended up curling on your lap mid study session, his arms hugging your squishy waist protectively as he buries his face into the crook of your neck. he was surprisingly light, legs draped over across from yours.
the ac hummed through the air, sending a wave of cool through the air that contrasted ethan’s warmth on you. it blended with the quiet song playing over the speakers on your night stand. my bed was messy with scattered books and papers, your laptop sitting untouched next to the highlighters. the warm light coming from the lamp on my night stand casted shadows upon us and highlighted ethan’s curly hair just perfectly. it really felt like your own little corner of the world in times like this.
ethan’s hands caress up your sides, his palm feels warm against your skin. his weight on you felt like a blanket of comfort.
his hand sweeps across your tummy, making you freeze for a few seconds. ethan notices this, lifting his head from your neck to look you in the eyes. you don't say anything for a couple of seconds, only pressing your free hand against your stomach as if to flatten it unconsciously.
this makes ethan’s heart ache, he takes your hand and lifts it to his lips; pressing a tender kiss on the skin on your knuckles. “don't do that, hon…” he whispers under his breath.
ethan is not the best at comfort, not knowing how to find the words to say what he wants to say to you. so instead he begins to trail playful kisses up your arm, not stopping on your shoulder and continuing up to your neck and your jaw; which earns giddy chuckles from you.
he swiftly lays you on the bed, his firm chest thats covered by the polo shirt he always wears hovering over you. one of his hands caress your sides, your thighs, your tummy, as if he wants to commit every single curve and edge to memory.
just pure, raw adoration in his eyes as if you were a goddess to be worshiped.
and worship you, he will. “...you're so beautiful…” he finally whispers
He rolled over, blinking tiredly. The full moon danced in his vision. He closed his eyes. When he opened them again, she smiled warmly at him. Her silky black hair gleamed with the stars of the night. Thick and dense as velvet and smooth as satin. Her dark eyes glowed in the night. Two large pools of endless dark, warm. Tattoos that swim across her warm skin.
He was dreaming again. Dreaming of her.
Soft fingertips that glide over his face. Cool and assuring. His head between her thighs, cool skin bracketing his ears, caressing and holding him in place. Sliver hands wrapped around golden horns.
His name a melody.
“Darlington.”
hey are you able to write something for dutch where his s/o has an awful nightmare and he comforts her?
Hello, thank you for the request ! I tried, it's a bit short but I hope you'll like it :)
Dutch comforting his S/O who had a nightmare
Pairing : Dutch van der Linde x Reader
Warnings : mentions of blood
Tags : angst, fluff,
A/N : As I am very new to writing, this is my first "fanfiction" ever. I am open to criticism as long as it's not too rude, I hope you'll like it anyways :)
Fire, fire everywhere. The camp was destroyed, flames licking the canvas of the tents. You were standing in front of you and Dutch's tent, petrified by the vision before you. Everyone was dead, their lifeless bodies lying on the floor next to your feet. Your hands were covered in their blood. The Pinkertons had come and burned the camp to the ground. They mercilessly slaughtered your friends -- your family. You felt as if you were drowning, despair submerging you, smothering you as you gasped for air, your sight grew dim and-
Your eyes opened wide. Your chest rose and fell back down a few times, and you tried unsuccessfully to regain control of your breath. Tears were rolling down your face without a noise. You instinctively wiped your forehead with your forearm, but all you removed was sweat. A nightmare, again. It was not unusual for you to have those, but it has been happening more and more often lately. As silently as you could, you rolled over to see Dutch's back facing you. At least I didn't wake him up, you thought. He was tired as of late, the gang's dangerous situation had taken a toll on him. The last thing you wanted to do was tire him even more.
The camp was silent. Everyone had gone to sleep for at least an hour now; There was no sound but the occasional singing of a cuckoo. Careful not to make any noise that could awaken your lover, you slowly stood up. As you were walking out of the tent, you heard a low voice behind you.
“Come back, sweetheart. What happened?”
You felt your whole body become tense. So he heard everything, you thought. His voice was enough to make the tears you tried to repress flow. You crawled back into the cot, facing Dutch as he was now turned to face you.
“Had a nightmare… These bastards killed everyone but me,” you whispered with a shaky voice, sobbing. You hated this feeling that was creeping over you; you felt like this was just gonna worry Dutch even more. But your thoughts were interrupted by his sleepy voice.
“Oh, darling,” he sighed. He slowly cupped your cheek. “You know I would never let these men come here.”
He looked at you with concern, as he lovingly moved his hand to your chin. He gently brought your lips to his, fondly kissing you. His facial hair softly tickled you, but you didn’t mind.
“I had your blood on my hands, Dutch. I felt so hopeless..”
“Look at me.” He grabbed one of your hands and kissed it countless times. “Those hands will never get dirty as long as I am here,” he said as he pulled you close to him and embraced you tightly.
You wished you could stay here forever, protected in his strong arms as the hand that didn’t hold your chin was affectionately stroking your back.
“You are safe. We are safe. Alright, dear?”
“I love you, Dutch.”
“I love you too. Now come here.”
He laid flat on his back and gently grabbed your arm to help you move yourself on top of him. You rested your head in the crook of his neck, closing your eyes as you smelled his comforting Cologne scent. His arms rested on your back, securing you in place as the two of you fell back asleep, the only thing on your mind being how lucky you were to have Dutch.
Roommate!Bakugo drabble
Bakugo just can’t seem to hold on to a roommate for the life of him. Every time they end up leaving or kicked out after complaining about his early mornings too much. What can he say? He’s a pro hero, he gets up at 5 am, works out, makes breakfast, and watches the sun rise before saving lives, it’s not his fault they’re all hungover idiots with no plan in life.
That is until he meets his match of course.
Little, scrawny, absolutely sleep deprived you.
Being the opener at a coffee shop across town means you have to clock in at 5 am, which means waking up around 3:30 if you want to look decent, eat something, and make it there on time.
Suddenly within days Bakugo is finally understanding all the complaints his past roommates' made, as your 'get your grind on bb' playlist softly plays through his wall at an ungodly hour, waking him up because unfortunately he’s an extremely light sleeper.
But the deconstructed americanos he finds waiting in his fridge with a cute little Bakugo <3 note on top makes getting up two hours earlier a little more bearable
And if his typical scowl seems to soften a little finding you taking a nap on the couch after a long, busy morning when he gets home from an early patrol, well that’s nobody's business but his.
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p.s this is my first time ever posting anything so be nice please :) I told myself I would find some new hobbies this year so were trying something new
Have a good day/night everyone!!
My Mesmer - AdaEmil
Emil was busy anxiously decoding, he's barely seen his beloved all match and it was making his anxiety go through the roof. His heart began to race, he was almost done with his cipher; he couldn't stop now. His mind was only on finishing it, he didn't care what happened to him when he got caught, all he cared about was the safety of his wife.
POP ; 2 CIPHERS LEFT
He finished his cipher and ran for it. He vaulted through windows, making sure to keep his distance from the hunter.
He heard a familiar and warm voice call out, "Em!"
It was his beloved, Ada Mesmer, the beautiful and caring woman that had taken him away from that hell of a hospital where he was constantly tortured. A while after they escaped together, they were promised a paradise where he could find himself. This paradise they were promised was just as bad as that hospital; but as long as he was with his dear, that was all that mattered in his heart.
He quickly rushed to his sweetheart, she grabbed his delicate hand and they ran for it. They made it far as they could before finding another cipher.
"Are you okay, my darling?" Ada asked, examining him for any wounds.
Emil shakily nodded and she sighed with relief. The two began to decode together, in the middle of decoding, she reached for his hand slowly. She cautiously took his hand and began to rub circles on it. A way to reassure him and herself.
Mid-way through decoding, their hearts began to beat.
Ada grabbed ahold of Emil's arm and they quickly hid in a locker together. Carefully waiting for the hunter to move away. Ada was busy watching through the cracks. The two were pressed together inside the locker, it made him a little nervous; he still wasn't used to Ada's warmth after all these years of being cold and alone.
She was still holding his hand, so he began to run her hand through his hair. He wanted to be closer to her, he wanted to feel her. He wanted her so badly. Emil wanted to be with her forever, always by her side.
She still didn't notice and the hunter was still nearby. He could tell she was feeling tense. He began to kiss her hand, trying to distract her from her stress. It wasn't working so he released her hand, he tapped her on her shoulder.
Ada curiously glanced at him. He put his head on her shoulder and she warmly smiled, running her hand through his hair.
"It's gonna be okay, Ada." He tried to reassure her.
She smiled and kissed him lovingly on his soft lips, "As long as I'm with you, I'll know it'll be okay."
ARGHHH LEAVE ME ALONE
Avery's back is dripping in sweat, staining the bed covers along with his pillow. The fan's on the highest speed and the windows are open. Despite all of his attempts to cool down, the room was still burning hot, his vision hazy from the heat. Summers in Florida are not for the weak.
It would probably help if Evan stopped sticking to him like a rat in a glue trap.
"Evan I swear to god, get off of me." Avery groaned attempting to push his lover away from him. In response, Evan pulled him in closer, his eyes still closed, his lips slightly upturned.
"Babe, my back is literally dripping in sweat."
"Don't care."
(Attempt at writing for my ocs :)))
Guys, I crave a really long, well written ANGSTY love triangle fic between Yuji, Nobara, and Megumi it's not even FUNNY. Here's my little dabble at it. I might make a full fic :3
Not proofread!!!
Trios never work
“Why are you so cold to me, Meg..? I just want to talk to you.” Nobara whispers in a cracking voice.
Megumi feels anger swirl in his gut. He hates how she's making herself out to be the victim when she's the one torturing him. Dragging him around for whatever sick and twisted reason. She has Yuji wrapped around her finger, and she wants to rub it all in his face.
“You just want me to listen.” he snapped, not phased by the sad look in her eyes.
Her mouth gaped open, and she looked like a fish gasping out of water. Her throat squeezed tight, making getting words out so much more difficult.
“No..no that's not what I want, Meg I-”
“Stop calling me that for fucks sake Nobara!” He cut her off.
“You trying to include me in this fucked up trio makes me sick, everytime i hear that dumb nickname I want to rip my ears off!”
His teeth bared as he yelled furiously at her. He took a deep breath, rolling his shoulders as he backed up. His voice lowered now as he continued to speak. “You are so insufferable. If you don't realize that, you really are stupid.”
Her lips trembled, fat tears streaming down her face as she stared at him with wide eyes. Eyes full of confusion and hurt. She was hurt he felt that way, and she would rather die than make him feel that way.
“Meg-gumi I'm so sorry. Did you feel left out? Unwanted? I don't understand, I really tried to include you,” she sniffled.
He scoffed, his curled lips full of irritation.
“You really just don't get it, That's the problem, Nobara.”
Her brows furrowed, and she looked completely lost. That ticked him off.
“You try to include me when you and Yuji are already all over each other. I'm not needed, and yet you still want me around. Does that not seem cruel to you?” He asked with a tilt of his head.
Her heart stopped. Her lips formed a deep frown as she began to shake her head slowly. Her eyes squeezed shut as tears forced their way out from behind her lids.
“No that's not what.. I would never… Megumi, I like you! I like you, that's why I always—” she bit her lip, looking down as the tears blurred and warped her vision, “—that's why I always tried to involve you..”
Usually, when she says something she's been longing to, it feels like a weight was lifted. This time, though, she felt the weight multiply. It clung to her like a curse, something dreadful. The air was just as heavy. She could barely breathe. Her lungs wouldn't open up all the way, even though she just opened herself up to him.
He stared at her with angry brows but shocked eyes. He never considered this. He always thought she liked Yuji and didn't care about him. Was he really that oblivious? He didn't notice it when she'd always beg to do his makeup when she'd drag him to try desserts, to go anywhere with her. All the memories suddenly rushed into his head, wracking around in a painful manner. He squeezed his nose bridge as the skin between his brows crinkled.
He didn't know what to say, how to go about this.
“I'm…I'm sorry.” He ran his fingers through his hair, revealing more of his face.
“I imagine I don't seem so desirable now.” He whispered.
Nobara blinked away a few more tears. She sniffled before smiling.
“No, you can't sway me that easily.” She said, trying to lighten the mood.
This just made the pang of guilt in Megumi's chest grow. It was like the feeling itself had tendrils and was digging deeper inside him.
“Nobara. I'm sorry, but I can't forge false feelings.”
She bit the inside of her cheek so hard just so she wouldn't cry. She nodded with a smile.
“No, I understand. Don't worry about it.” She assured him.
He hesitantly nodded.
“Sorry for making things awkward between us,” she muttered.
“Don't be sorry.”
She smiled weakly before walking off.
Choso Kamo smut drabble
cw: blowjob, somnophilia, Dubcon, dacryphilia, begging, sub Choso, Dom fem reader
This is like really old, like...7 months old, so...ntm LMFAO this is embarrassing I tried to copy other ppls writing style
You woke up to the beautiful sight of Choso’s side profile as he lay asleep next to you. You smiled as you admired his face, his sharp jawline, his nose that you adored so much and his lips. You listened to the quiet breathing that came from him as well as the sound of the fan being on. You sighed, which transformed into a yawn as tears pricked at your sleepy eyes.
You let your eyes fall on the bright red numbers the alarm clock showed on Choso’s nightstand. It was still fairly early, 5:48 AM. You usually wake up early naturally, and Choso would wake up about an hour or two later. Your hand uncovers from the warm embrace of the blanket, going to graze his soft cheek.
Your eyes intently watching his peaceful sleeping figure. He slept so perfectly, you were kind of jealous you didn't look as gorgeous as him when sleeping. You smiled to yourself before kissing his cheek. You felt your face warm up, thinking about how lucky you were to wake up to such a picture perfect sight.
Your eyelids closing halfway, as you looked at him greedily. His thin lips just begged for a kiss as they were slightly parted. You leaned over, your lips so close to his that you felt his warm breath tickle your lips. He was a heavy sleeper so he wouldn't wake up easily.. you thought to yourself as you closed your eyes and connected your lips.
It started as just a cute and loving peck, before you kept going back for more. His lips were addicting. You felt yourself get drunk from the taste of him, you giggled to yourself unconsciously as he barely even reacted to your touches.
He really isn't waking up from this..
You removed the blanket from on top of him, basically throwing it off him. With the blanket discarded, you shimmied your way between his legs. The truth is you had been fantasizing about this for quite some time. Of waking up your sweet boyfriend to the feeling of pleasure, and the sight of you with his cock in your mouth.
Your mouth drooled at the thought, the thought of him waking up whining and whimpering. Giving him no time to understand what's happening, just immense pleasure. You wanted to give that to him so bad. So with your dirty thoughts in mind, you slowly pulled down his sweats.
You weren't surprised to see he wasn't wearing any undergarments, as he usually didn't wear them to bed. You wasted little time to grab his flaccid cock. Letting spit pool in your mouth before letting it slowly dribble down onto his tip. You gave it a few pumps, letting it slightly harden before you pop the head in your mouth. Your tongue swirling around it as you slowly invited more of him in your warm cavern.
He hit the back of your throat and you realized he began to make soft noises, your eyes flickering up to see his face. It looked softly strained, but he was still asleep. His light pink lips parted more as he let out choked moans. Probably on the edge of waking up, the idea excited you as you continued to suck his cock. Your cheeks hollowed as you sucked more aggressively.
His groans became more apparent as his eyes squinted open. He moaned and his eyes rolled back as he writhed in confusion. His Adams apple bobbed in his throat as he gulped harshly, his throat feeling dry.
“Nnnh..huh..” his eyes flickered down and locked with yours. His brows instinctively furrowed as he saw your lips connected to him, a deep guttural moan forced out of him from the sight.
“Babe? Hhhng.. what are you- doing..?” He asked as you stared up with big doe eyes. His face scrunched up as he moaned and your eyes closed with content as you continued to lick the underside of his cock, kissing the sensitive tip. The white tears painted your lips before you went back down.
He felt his insides stir at the overwhelming feelings. His tired mind jumbled and scrambled to form thoughts. You were sucking him dumb as he was trying to keep his mind focused, it was a battle of tug of war and you were winning.
“Oh- wait babe, ‘s too much.. please I'm too tired.. oh fuck”
His voice peaked in pitch as he whined from the pleasure. His fat tip sobbing the creamy liquid onto your warm tongue, and you eagerly licked it all up. He cried out as you continued to suck him for all his worth. His muscles twitched as he struggled to keep his eyes open.
It felt like heavy weights were pulling his eyelids down, but a fire ignited on his face, he couldn't explain why his cheeks felt so warm. His lips quivered as sounds slipped out of them. He didn't know how much pleasure your lips could give him.
But he was quickly feeling overstimulated, his hands flew to your head. He tried to pull you off of him but you were latched to his cock, he let out a moan as he felt the knot in his stomach tightening. The fact that he couldn't pull you off of him, only turned him on more.
“Pleasepleasepleaseplease I'm gonna cum, fuck im gonna cum” he chanted as his body began to twitch, tears pooling at his lash line as his head fell back, and his jaw slacked. He looked so cute and pathetic when he cried.
He choked on the moans escaping his hung open jaw as his body shook. You felt his tip stay pressed against the back of your warm throat, as cum bubbled up. Silent cries left his mouth as ropes of warm cum coated the back of your throat.
You coughed and gagged slightly before you pulled him out of your mouth. Swallowing his warm seed as he gasped to recover. You smiled down at him, his eyes cloudy and tired. His breathing quickly reverted back to being controlled, it seemed like he was about to fall right back to sleep.
You scoffed in disbelief as his eyes shut and he seemed peaceful once again.
I can't believe he was that tired.
A loving smile plastered on your face as you laid back down next to him, wrapping an arm and leg around him as your face nuzzled into him. You took a deep breath in, of his scent. Sighing out as you felt your muscles relax, as well as your mind. Falling asleep next to your sleeping beauty boyfriend, with his taste lingering in your mouth.
You honestly wondered how he'd react when he woke up again, completely forgetting the fact that the blanket is discarded somewhere on the floor and that his pants are still down.
WELL, I wrote this a while ago (I'll write more about bkdk/dkbk at some point)
An afternoon in the everyday life of Katsuki and Izuku.
Ok so I’ve been in the STH fandom for a bit now and have been aware of the chaotix but never really looked into their dynamic. But can I just say I have now and I ABSOLUTELY LOVE IT.
Idk how to even describe it but they are all just so chill compared to the other characters in the Sonic franchise. I mean their main objective in Heros isn’t to save the world or get revenge or anything- it’s literally just to pay rent. Like that’s just so cool and funny to me.
I think Espio is my favorite of the bunch, (mainly because he’s purple and I am heavily biased) but Vector and Charmy are the personalities that really put this trio together for me. I mean Vector literally uses bubblegum to fly! Like what?!?!
Tbh I’ve never played the games so I get most of their dynamic from watching gameplay clips and reading fanfic interpretations of the crew so maybe my opinion is a little skewed but either way it’s still fun!
More thoughts for my Shadamy Legally Blonde Au because I don’t have a title for it yet:
Initial post here
- it’s gonna follow most of the beats from the musical, minus some at the beginning, probably more Shadow and Amy interaction but I’ll get there when I get there
- I think I wanna put Eggman as prof Callahan but the lore is gonna change a bit to fit into the universe better
- there’s gonna be a few ocs for background characters like Enid or the delta nu girls (minus 1 bc I think sticks should at least be Margo) but for the most part more minor characters aren’t a huge issue
- some of the motivations will have to change to fit the characters obviously. Like shadows not in law to try and buy a house for his mom lol. I’m thinking he’s trying to become a lawyer to get justice for the people who killed Maria
- I’m struggling to figure out what I want included: I don’t think they have powers it’s more real world au, but should I incorporate the chaos emeralds? Maybe flickies and badniks?
- Oh and chao exist because I want Amy’s to be the Bruiser equivalent
- I thought eggman could still be all supervillain but not yet and Amy finds out about it and has to leave which fits into the plot near the end a bit better- she has a soft spot for flickies anyways and maybe to see that he’s building machines using their power would really upset her. But then what? Is his goal to get the chaos emeralds? Or is this like a general power grab type thing?
Side note: if anyone has any shadamy fic requests to read so I can get a hold of their characters a little more pls send them my way!
All love!❤️ hope everyone has a wonderful day!!
Superboy AU where the suit is actually a part of Kon. (TW/CW for brief mention of self harm near the end, marked with three ***)
He doesn’t notice it when he’s still in CADMUS, where he’s in a state that’s not really conscious but too alert to labeled asleep- a dissociative in between. He hears the scientists talking, hears the mention of “the suit responds as expected” or “how does he react to this…”
He can’t focus on it when after weeks of experiments and tests and “Look here, Project 13” he’s being rescued (what was there to be rescued from, what’s going on-)
But when things calm down, and he’s brought to the Watchtower’s medbay and someone goes to remove the suit so they can perform a checkup, he flinches away because that hurt*.
All too suddenly he’s aware of being able to feel the suit. It doesn’t feel like a coat, doesn’t feel like a blanket, it feels like him.
He becomes aware of how it aches, how he can feel the AC on him even though he should be covered.
A quick examination just confirms it: his suit is like a second skin.
It’s full of nerves, veins, even a few thin layers of muscle. There’s no bone, but it’s too soft and flexible to be cartilage. It seems weaker than the rest of him, somehow, old bruises able to be seen if you’re looking for them.
***When he’s left alone for the night, legs still strapped to the medical bed because (he’s dangerous and untrustworthy and was made by Luthor) he thrashed around in a panic earlier, he finds a scalpel left on a try at his bedside and runs it across his chest (hard, because even though he’s not Superman he’s damn well close).
He doesn’t know if he cries when blood rises and trails after the scalpel.
He doesn’t know how he feels when weeks later, there’s still a faint scar.
*I’m not 100% sure how it works in the comics, but to me just because you’re near indestructible/invulnerable, that doesn’t mean you can’t feel pain. I’m sure there’d be a higher tolerance to it, but considering Kon would only be a few weeks old/out of the tube at this point, he hasn’t built up that resistance yet.
Also I am well aware that a scalpel would not work on Kon, let alone Clark, but maybe it’s a kryptonite infused scalpel for emergencies.
Thought of the Day:
Bakugou x Kaminari x Midoriya
double the Kacchan
he can’t escape
his only refuge is in Kirishima’s dorm
uses the excuse that he “has to tutor this rock for brains idiot”
Denki figured it out
Nowhere is safe
He can never escape the Kacchan
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Writing Game: Song-Drabbles
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3. You tell your followers what song you landed on (Do this by answering the Ask)
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5. You write a drabble using the line from that song as your prompt
6. Repeat and Enjoy!
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