#he is someone who KNOWS people and their quirks so 100% he caught on to that 80’s style of quippy one-liners-

[turtleblogatlast]

Thinking about how Leo says he uses his jokes to cope and y’know, thinking harder on it I think it may very well be because of what else uses one-liners and puns and that type of humor.

Specifically, 80’s action movies and campy sci-fi. Even more specifically, the protagonists of these.

So I can imagine why, exactly, Leo leans toward this brand of humor. It’s directly linked to things he loves! But even more than that is why I think it’s used as a coping mechanism.

In these genres, these quips tend to be said by the winner - or, if not a winner, then someone who will stay alive. So there’s a confidence behind them, an assurance, almost, that even if things go wrong, things aren’t ever too serious. There’s no bad endings here! It’s all good fun, even if the stakes seem high.

Leo canonically has been known to steer his brothers away from the more brutal villains and toward more fun, lighthearted activities and not-so-dangerous criminals. So for Leo, these jokes definitely make things less heavy, make the situations they find themselves in less intense.

It’s kinda not just coping, but also can be seen as a form of escapism. A safety blanket. A way for Leo to defuse the tension of knowing just how dangerous their lives are and replace that with a levity which implies that things will be okay.

Unfortunately, levity alone does not alter reality.

[torialefay]

❤️‍🔥 Mercury in Libra 🪫

bangchan as your boyfriend series!!! (pt 5)

(based on astrology) 🔞

✨bangchan x reader (f); angsty sad times, little fluff if you try

✨word count: ~3.1k

✨5th and final part in chan’s astrology series!!! together, let’s take a look into chan’s natal chart to see what type of boyfriend he would be!

✨i will give a brief synopsis of what each chart placement means throughout the series (for all my non-astrology friends out there <3) and how that would affect channie in a relationship

✨ author’s notes:

(1) i do brief compatibility readings w/ skz members! if interested, send your natal chart to my inbox, as well as which member you’d like me to read for OR if i think there is one member best suited to you <3

(2) the aspects in this reading are based solely on my opinions and interpretations! nothing about a person is set in stone simply because of astrology. please don’t use anything i say as canon :)

✨warnings: sad plot, theme of unfaithfulness, occasional cursing

✨tl/dr: chan is a loverboy who gets caught up in flirting when he doesn’t even know he’s flirting. then he ends up a blubbering mess.

Mercury in Libra:

-Mercury is the planetary ruler of communication and intellect. It shows how you connect with others throughout everyday life, just in speaking with them. It can also tell you a lot about how you relate to others and interpret the information they give you.

-Libra is a cardinal sign, meaning that people who are in this placement REALLY live by the aspects associated with that placement- in other words, chan is likely to hold very true to these values.

-Libra is the sign of love, beauty, charm, and balance. Libra in Mercury has a few key traits when it comes to communication. They are natural charmers and can instantly make people like them simply by talking with them. Libras are very good at placating to what others want, so they can speak to you in a way that they tell you what you want to hear. Libras also love beauty, so they many times will have an elegant way of speaking or cute quirks and mannerisms. Lastly, Libras value harmony and balance, so most likely their communication style will either (1) mimic yours, or (2) counter yours to be able to reach a happy medium.

-Long story short: Mercury in Libra people are sweet talkers who can charm anyone they meet, make them feel special, and meet them at the communication level that they are in. HOWEVER, the downside to Libra in Mercury is that they do not like confrontation- so they are likely going to avoid any conversations that could disrupt the peace between them and that person.

As your boyfriend:

• Chan always supports you exactly how you need him to.

◦ Had a bad day? He understands, come lay on him and talk about it.

◦ Upset over a test score? Scores are stupid, he’s gonna buy you ice cream and let you rant about how ridiculous it was.

◦ Got into a yelling match with a close friend? Hold his hands and talk him through it. He wants to know how he can help.

• He adapts to what you need in that moment- if you need someone to listen, he will sit there with an open ear. If you need advice on what to do, he will analyze every option and patiently walk you through what he thinks is best.

• If you get really frustrated or angry over something, he will 100% come up behind you and bear hug you, shaking you around until you give in and put a smile on your face.

• “Come here and talk to me,” he says, pulling you down to sit on his lap.

• He loves talking about deep things with you, like the meaning of life. It makes him feel so lucky to have such a smart significant other.

• He stares at you in awe as you talk about things you’re passionate about. Even if he genuinely doesn’t care about the topic, he holds on to every word, thinking of how cute you are in this moment.

• He remembers every little story you tell him about your childhood. When you bring up a long-gone aunt, uncle, grandparent, etc., he says “Oh, the one you told me about who ___?” You always smile at how he remembers these little things.

• Chan knows that you’re mad. He ALWAYS knows.

• He can tell in the way that you don’t instinctively turn your knees towards him in the car and when you don’t automatically reach for his hand when you walk next to him.

• He may not know why you’re mad, but he does know that you are.

• What he has a really hard time with is addressing it.

• He’s been trying for days to make up for it- whatever it is.

• Every day, he starts with “Good morning beautiful.” And every night, he finishes with “Good night princess.” Making sure you didn’t feel unloved.

• He’s been doing extra housework- cooking, cleaning, finishing up odd jobs you’d asked about a month ago. Could that be it?

• He’s been putting his foot down at work, leaving every night 5 PM to make sure he gets to spend the evenings with you. Maybe that’s what this is about- maybe you just missed spending time with him.

• Chan doesn’t know what’s wrong, and nothing he’s done so far has changed anything.

• He was hoping that his efforts would change your attitude toward him, or even make you forget about it, but he just couldn’t understand why you weren’t letting up. Why you weren’t letting him in as closely as you once had. Why things were so good, but now they are so different.

• All he knows now is that he is hopelessly in love with you, but it seems like you don’t feel the same anymore.

• You both sat together on the couch for a while. You thought Chan wouldn’t notice as you slowly inched yourself away from him, more slowly as the minutes passed.

• But he knew. He tried to reason that something was wrong. He didn’t want to push for an answer yet for fear of learning one that he wished he wouldn’t have.

• You continued to scroll on your phone, mind-numbingly on the ‘X’ app. This was a habitual routine, but one you decided you needed to break.

• There were a lot of great posts on there, but there was a lotttt about your boyfriend on there as well. One more unwanted post you knew would send you into a spiral.

• But you couldn’t help yourself. You had to know.

• You scrolled through the hashtag on the app. “#bangchan” splayed across the search bar.

• Cute photos and gifs. Adorable collages. Sexy TikTok edits. The usual. It took you probably 10 minutes of scrolling before you found something that got you ticked off again.

• ‘Every goddamn time,’ you thought, as your scoffed and rolled your eyes. You stared down at the video playing on the phone, as if this was the first one you’d ever seen.

• The caption of the video:

“how cute is #bangchan looking flirting with #fem/idol 😭🥰”.

• You focused on the interaction on the screen. There was Chan at the award show last night, leaning in and whispering something into fem/idol’s ear. When he pulled back, he looked down at her with a big smile, and you could see her reciprocate by blushing intensely and batting her eyelashes back up at him. You watched as he continued to talk for a few moments, laughing and offering up big hand gestures before saying goodbye, making sure to fully catch her eyes and bow as he went.

• You quickly scrolled underneath to the comment section, hoping that someone would say something- anything- to make you feel better.

◦ “God I wish he would look at me that way 🤭”

◦ “omfg she’s so pretty id def have chan’s reaction too”

◦ “Crying 😭😭 When do you think they’ll announce that they’re together? ❤️”

• You swiped out of the app entirely, shutting your phone off afterwards and placing it in your lap. You continued to stare down at the black screen until you felt tears start to well up in your eyes.

• You quickly tried to blink them away, but you couldn’t help it. This was the third time THIS week that you’d seen him do shit like this. Smiling, blushing, and heavily complimenting one girl, helping another fix her shoe, and now this. Before, you could reason it away- chuck it up to him just being a “nice guy.” But you couldn’t keep doing that forever.

• You always saw the comments people left under the videos about how cute they would be together and how Chan would be the perfect boyfriend.

• ‘But little do they know,’ you thought as you sighed.

• You turned your legs along with your body fully toward the other side of the couch, opposite of where Chan was. You looked a bit ridiculous facing the other way, but you didn’t care. You didn’t want to see his face. You couldn’t stand to.

• You let your mind wonder, repeating the video in your head. The way he looked at her and the way she looked back.

• ‘Am I stupid?… Have I been stupid this whole time?…’

• You thought back to when you first decided to make things official with him, and how you both agreed that it would be easier to not publicize the relationship. You didn’t want anyone coming in the way of what you have together.

• ‘Was that my first mistake? So he can date me in secret and go out and flirt with any other idol he wants?’

• Your mind drifted to each other interaction you’d seen with him. You had make excuses time and time before. But it hurt to see him like this. Your OWN boyfriend talking to another girl the way that he SHOULD be seen talking to you.

• You couldn’t help yourself as one tear escaped. Then two, then three. Before you knew it, there was a release of waterworks all down your face. Your mind got the best of you as you started sobbing into your hands, burying your face into the side of the couch. There was nothing you could do to stop yourself.

• “Baby?” Chan called. His response was met only with more tears.

• “Baby, what is it? What’s wrong?” he asked, scooting his whole body next to yours to hold your back.

• “Get off of me!” you lashed out. He looked confused for a moment, but released his grip from you.

• “Honey, please talk to me. What’s wrong?” he asked, genuine sadness on his face.

• Hearing him call you pet names, all while pulling shit like he just had, completely set you off. “Don’t call me that.” You straightened back up in your seat, slightly turning toward him, not daring to look him in the face.

• “Don’t call you what?”

• “Honey, baby, whatever. You don’t get to call me that anymore.”

• “Y/n, what is going on? Seriously?” He placed his face in front of yours and used his hands to move your shoulders around to face him. This is the first time he could see how red and puffy your face had become. He felt like a piece of him had broken off just looking at you.

• “What’s going on?” you cried. “I don’t know Chris, why don’t you tell me what’s going on.” You quickly unlocked your phone, the video still open on it. You dropped the phone down to him as you stood, then taking a couple of steps to get some distance.

• He watched the video, moving his head around as if he was studying it. He replayed it a couple of times, then turned it intently, like he was looking for a hidden message. But he could find none. He furrowed his brow, then looked back up at you with a stare of confusion.

• You scoffed. “Okay. So you see nothing wrong with that?”

• “With what? Talking to another girl?!”

• “FLIRTING with another girl, Christopher! Flirting!… I’m not stupid! This is the THIRD video I’ve seen like this in a week. Do you know how humiliating it feels to have to see you, who was supposed to be the love of my life, out here flirting with all these other idols THROUGH SOCIAL MEDIA.. AND THEN having people comment on top of it about how you two would be ‘just the cutest couple ever’! Do you have any idea how that feels?!”

• You saw him get a tinge of sadness in his eyes, but you cut him off before he could speak.

• “No, you know what? I KNOW you don’t know how this feels. Because I would NEVER think to look at another man the way that I look at you.. So you know what!? If you’re that interested in other girls, you can go for it! By alllll means, don’t let me stop you!” You could feel steam coming off of yourself.

• You didn’t even want to hear what he had to say, you just wanted to get out of there. He could have his idol life. Do whatever the fuck he wanted. He had you fooled for a while, but now you saw him for who he was. A liar. Wants his cake and eats it too. But not with you anymore.

• You turned on your heels to leave, thinking you’d go ahead and pack an overnight bag to head out. As you took your first step, you felt a grasp and a tug on your wrist in the opposite direction.

• You stumbled back, feeling him cling to your hand, then pull the top of your body slightly as he stood himself up. By the time he settled, he had you back facing right in front of him with your one hand in his.

• “Y/n, please don’t say that. Please, just listen to me,” he begged, eyes bigger than you’d ever seen them.

• “Listen to what? Listen to you explain how it’s okay to flirt while you’re in a relationship?”

• “That wasn’t flirting!”

• “Oh really, then what do you call that?!”

• “I was just being nice! I thought-” his voice cracked, tears starting to well up in his eyes. “I thought I was-“ he hung his head to the side. “I thought I was being nice!” He looked so defeated.

• And just like that, he started sobbing. Tears were streaming down his face like you’d never seen before. So powerful, they left visible marks even on his black shirt. He kept trying to get words out through his cries.

• ”Baby, I- I’m so sorry, I didn’t know,” he cried. “I didn’t know it would come across like that… I would NEVER,” he genuinely could not contain himself as he strained to get the words out. “I would NEVER do that to you! I could never think of someone else like that.”

• Teardrops kept trickling down as he reached to grab your other hand into his. “I love you- only you! I could never flirt with someone else! But the fact that I made you feel like that- that that’s what it looked like to you…” he couldn’t even see anymore with the water flowing out of himself. “I am just so sorry… Y/n I’m so sorry! Please, please believe me.” He was getting choked now. His face was red like he was about to pass out from lack of air.

• You stood still, not knowing yet what to believe or what to say.

• “Baby please! Please,” he took your face in his hands, feeling of the few stray tears on your own face. “Please. I love you. Please don’t shut me out. I thought I was just being nice and I- I-… I’ve..” he huffed, struggling to get out what he wanted to say. “I’ve done the last thing I ever wanted to do. I would never intentionally hurt you, do you understand me?!” He tried his best to look into your eyes. All you could see were tears weeping out, redness shooting in all directions, and a look of absolute brokenness. “I promise I never meant to come across that way. I thought I was just being nice to her, that is ALL. YOU are the only person I care about. No one else means anything to me. Without you, I am NOTHING. Please baby, please listen to me. Please don’t leave me. I’ll do anything to make this right.”

• He continued to wail as he brought his arms around your body, resting his head on the side of yours. His tears began to soak down into your hair. There was still nothing you could say. I mean, what could you say? Your boyfriend was notorious for being a charming guy… But knowing that didn’t make this situation any easier.

• “Please baby,” he rubbed your head as he plead. “Please just tell me how to fix it and I will. I don’t want you to ever feel that way again.” You felt the water from his eyes now drench your hair entirely. “I PROMISE if you show me what I’m doing wrong, I will never do it again. I promise I will be perfect for you. Just tell me how. I will do ANYTHING! I am BEGGING, y/n!”

• He stood there, holding you as tightly as he could while cradling your head and trying to quieten his sobs. He waited for you to give him some sort of response. Good, bad, ANYTHING was better than nothing. He felt his heart physically break inside his chest when you remained silent, not even motioning to begin getting a word out.

• He slowly pulled his face away from your hair, coming up to face directly into you one last time. His whole face was swollen, pink cheeks now extended into a pink nose and pink ears, streaks of both new and old teardrops going in every direction.

• “Y/n please,” he begged. “Just tell me something… Anything.” He felt like the floor could drop from under him any moment. A gnawing pit formed in his stomach that he felt was going to jump out of his throat while waiting to hear you.

• You stood still for another moment, moving your eyes down and contemplating what you could even say at this point. Your emotions were so mixed.

• “I love you so much. Please know that,” tears still in his eyes, he leaned down to kiss you. It was wet and you could feel the desperation in the intensity he moved his lips over yours. You leaned into it the slightest bit, giving him most minute sense of hope. He clung onto the kiss with everything he could, throwing his lips further into yours before you felt the tears start to slowly separate you again. He pulled his lips off of yours with violent hesitancy.

• He whispered now, as if he didn’t want anyone else in the world to hear him. “Please teach me what you want. Say the word, and I will do it...” small tears now were the only ones coming out. “I would give up everything for you, y/n. Money, fame, anything. Please just teach me what you want…. Please-” he cried, “please don’t leave me.”

• wellll, I’ll let you decide what your fate is with chan 🤭 to forgive or not to forgive?

• ohhh the world of a mercury in libra

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[uplifted-vibes]

Chasing After Love: Advice for Women and Young Girls

Hey, lovely souls! Let’s chat about something super important today: knowing your worth in this wild world of dating. Seriously, you are not just a catch; you are the entire freaking ocean! Your value doesn’t hinge on whether some guy notices you or gives you likes on social media. You are a dazzling star, and any guy who’s lucky enough to be in your orbit should feel like he just hit the cosmic jackpot!

I know how easy it is to get caught up in chasing after someone. You start changing little things about yourself—maybe your hair, your style, or even pretending to like things you don’t—just to get his attention. I’ve been there! I remember going out of my way to fit into someone else’s idea of “cool,” thinking that was the way to win their heart. But let’s get real: the right guy is going to love you for who you are, not who you think you should be! Your quirks, your passions, your humor—own it all because that’s what makes you absolutely fabulous!

Picture this: you’re hanging out with your friends, and there’s that cute guy you’ve had your eye on. Instead of stressing about how to impress him, you just let loose and be yourself. You laugh, you share your latest obsession (hello, new favorite show or that meme that made you LOL), and if he can’t keep up? Bye, Felicia! You’re not here to dim your sparkle for anyone!

Let’s also talk about how to pour your energy into what really excites you. What lights up your world? Is it dancing, creating art, writing your heart out, or binge-watching your favorite series? When I started to focus on my passions instead of chasing after guys, I felt a shift. I was having so much fun that the right people started to show up. It’s like when you start living for yourself, suddenly people want to be a part of that journey!

Now, let’s keep it 100 about boundaries, because they are a game changer. If a guy isn’t treating you like the queen you are, don’t hesitate to step back. Imagine putting in all the effort—texting first, planning cute dates, and being there whenever he needs you. Then one day, he flakes on plans. Instead of feeling hurt, see it as your cue to refocus on you. You deserve someone who’s going to treat you like the amazing person you are! You’re not just an option; you are the whole menu!

And here’s the deal with rejection—it stings, I get it! I’ve been there, feeling all kinds of crushed when someone didn’t feel the same way. But here’s the secret: rejection doesn’t define you! It’s just life saying, “Not this one, keep moving!” Each rejection is a lesson that gets you closer to the right match. Think of it like finding the perfect outfit; sometimes, you have to try on a few that just don’t fit before you find the one that makes you feel like a million bucks.

Remember, you are enough—just as you are! You are worthy of love, respect, and all the happiness in the world. The right guy will come along when you least expect it, and trust me, he’ll know he hit the jackpot by being with you!

So, as you navigate the crazy world of love and dating, hold your head high and shine like the star you are. Love should make your life even more awesome, not define it. Focus on being the incredible person you already are, and watch as the right people are drawn to your light.

Let’s lift each other up! What’s your best piece of advice for loving yourself and knowing your worth? Drop it in the comments, and let’s inspire one another! Remember, queens: you are enough, you are worthy, and you are fabulous just as you are! Shine on, beautiful!

[sunpinktulip]

okay you said sent bkdk ideas & BET

1. The climax of she-ra w/ catra’s “dont you get it? I love you, i always have! So please, just this once, STAY!” speech and I actually can’t decide if it’s katsuki begging an unconscious deku to wake up or izuku begging an unconscious kacchan to wake up. But either way.

2. Bakusquad singing She’s In Love from the little mermaid stage show — again can’t decide if it’s about katsuki or deku (with the other one as flounder who is Most Upset about Ariel being in love w someone) (only this time it’s themself that is the love interest) (I have both sets of lyrics divided up and available upon request)

3. Say the Word from the mad ones (sorry yes I’m a theatre kid mb). That’s all. I’m tentatively working on an animatic but I can’t draw

4. Bksquad singing fixer upper from frozen. Bakugou is Kristoff & Deku is Anna obviously. I haven’t thought any further at all so just spitballing here but kirishima sven todoroki Elsa (obviously) aaaaand idk for hans. I feel like shindo yo would be the popular pick for a fake love interest?

5. Bakugou singing Granger Danger from a very potter musical.

6. Okay this is actually kiribaku but you by dodie, bkdk were fwb but deku caught feelings & bakugou starts dating kirishima

7. Atalanta (Greek myth) au — bk was raised by wolves/bears/dragons probably, then gets hunted by a king (mitsuki) who recognises him as his (her) son and takes him back to be prince. Tells him he has to get married, he says okay but Only someone who can beat me in a fight (in the myth it’s a foot race) and if they lose they die. Deku gets help from all might and wins (in the myth aphrodite gives the winner golden apples which distract atalanta, not sure how this would play out in this ver)

8. Howl’s Moving Castle au (book ver). Controversially, I have deku as howl, katsuki as Sophie & sentient OFA as calcifer. I can and Will back this up. (Kaminari as Martha/youngest sister who wants to marry rich and be a mom) & Uraraka as Lettie (middle sister who wants to be rich off her own hard work) (I actually have the whole cast planned out)

9. I’m currently writing a Carrie au. Deku is Carrie obvs. Katsuki is both Sue and Tommy, w Kiri coming in for some of Tommy’s advice giving moments. Decided Toga can be Chris and originally I had aged down!Dabi as Billy at a friend’s request but not 100% sure. Considered switching to mustard but like. We know nothing about him.

10. Barely fleshed out but I’ve seen a bunch of parallel universe swapping quirk fics where fantasy!bkdk or future!bkdk get swapped to the canon verse, including at least one w pregnant izuku and. Pregnant katsuki gets swapped to the canon verse because I think it’s WAY funnier

Okay I’m done now sorry

These were A LOT and as a uni student I don't have the time to do all/organise all in one post (but I will draw if more people insist on the asks (please submit your ideas separetly, it's a lot easier for my little pea brain)

BUT, i will give my piece about the songs, since I included them in my BKDK playlist

2. She's in Love - I see it as bkdk friends talking about Deku's (Ariel) clear crush while an oblivious Bakugou (Flounder) has barely been able to tell Izuku is in love and it's annoyed about it because he thinks it's not him (it is tho)

3. Say the Word - This is such a Katsuki-coded song about his feelings, it actually hurts me inside

4. Fixer Upper - Submitter's suggestion is good, BUT HAVE YOU CONSIDERED: Fantasy AU BKDK, where Kiri is the weredragon and Shouto is a prince and I would suggest Toga Himiko (my daughter) for Hans (would change some more of the story tbh, but that's the OG plan)

5. Granger Danger - COUNTERPOINT: Fem!BKDK in a ball, bkg is Draco, dk is Ron and they're talking about each other

6. What if She from Dodie but it's Izuku's POV cause he is enamoured by Katsuki buthas no clue what the other feels

Anyway, feel free to send more asks now !! I'll promise I'll get back to them, I just took a long break because of personal shit, but I'm back stronger than ever

[wilted--chamomile]

Velour of Velveteen Vanities is a manipulative abuser and a scammerˏˋ°•*⁀➷

I’m not using a quirk because I want this to be seen by everyone, please share this around as much as you can.

My name is Veruco Miopah, and I am a victim of Velour’s manipulations. I don’t think I am the only troll who has been deceived by his two-faced ways either. I have been a fan of the Velveteen Vanities channel for the past four sweeps, and he has been a comfort creator of mine ever since I watched that video about his iconic Starbucks story. I’ve spent over 10000 caegars on him in total to prove that I WAS a dedicated fan, which includes numerous dates with him (detailed below), but DOES NOT include being the one of the highest tier patrons to his patreon (100 caegars/perigee) which gave me access to his supporters-only Discord channel and the ability to join Discord calls with him and the other 100 caegar patrons. Velour would only arrange these calls once every three perigees, claiming he was ‘’’too busy’’’ to chat with his fans for an hour. Apparently he was not too busy to be going on other paid dates and appearing on other people’s YouTube channels tho!!!!!!

Velour’s YouTube channel was my life. I never had a lot of friends, so I turned to watching YouTubers for comfort. I know it’s stupid and sad now, but when I watched Velour’s videos, I felt like he could be my friend too. On camera, he is so positive and kind, it’s no surprise everyone seems to fall in love with him. And... I did. I was in love with this fake personality who REALLY only wanted money from me and all of his other fans. But now my eyes are open, and everyone else needs to open their eyes too.

As you all know, Velour offers a “Paid Requests” service on his online store, where he says he will do anything for you if you can name your price. I started off small, wanting autographs and personalised letters from him, and they always came promptly and were written with a real love for the person ordering them. I then became hooked, and one option caught my eye: You can pay to go out on a date with him. It was very expensive, yes, but I was starstruck so I didn’t care. I could go on a date with the man I loved! So of course I had to try it out. 

I should have known he didn’t care about me when we discussed the date in full detail before going out, it was very methodical and seemed like he really wanted to cover his a**. The date itself was fine, wonderful even. He was just as kind as he was on camera, very attentive to my needs, and he gave me a hug like I paid for him to do. I was hooked, and could not wait to see him again on my second date.

That’s when the prices started to rise.

You would think that meeting someone in person and getting to know them would make you a known loyal customer, and I was! I bought and wore his merch (which he complimented me on and suggested other accessories I could also purchase!!), I was an active member of his servers and replied to his tweets often, and he knew me by name. But instead, the prices for dates started to double. It was obvious he was just trying to leech as much money out of me as possible, but I was smitten. He took advantage of my love and kept dangling the possibility that one night we could become official in front of me. He knew EXACTLY what he was doing and he didn’t care, because all he cares about is getting paid.

We went on five dates in total, and on the fifth date he broke my heart. I finally confessed my love for him and poured out all my heart, and he violently rejected me. He suddenly became very cold and very angry, stating that this is “not how this works”, as if I’m not supposed to expect a relationship from someone I have gone on MULTIPLE dates with. As if I’m supposed to be able to control how my heart feels!!! He wouldn’t hear my side of the story at all, and all he cared about was what I had paid for with ZERO regard for my feelings. I was crying, and when I wanted for just a bit of sympathy he stormed off because I didn’t want to pay him for another hug. He left me alone in the cold, while he probably went off to scam money out of some other poor, lonely soul. 

He played with my heart, and he’s no doubt playing with all your hearts too. But it took me over 10000 caegars to finally see his true colours. You can all thank me for giving this to you for free!!!!

I’m disgusted that this man has been able to manipulate me and so many other vulnerable trolls’ hearts for so long. He builds you up and makes you feel like you’re special, but then never gives you anything in return. He takes advantage of you being his loyal fan by tricking you into paying extra for his services, and EVERYTHING costs money. A hug, a kiss on the cheek, holding hands, playing with his hair, even just a basic hi-five. I bet he’d make you pay to see his smile if he could get away with it. 

I know I am not the only victim of this vile excuse of a man, and I encourage everyone who has ever been scammed or manipulated by him to also come forward.

Stop giving Velour your money. Stop watching his videos. Stop buying his clothing, and for the love of Her Imperious Condescension stop going on dates with him. He doesn’t care about you, he doesn’t care about any of his fans. He’ll lead you on and act like a Prince Charming, and then steal as much money from you as possible. He targets vulnerable trolls like me who are lonely and looking for some attention, and he’ll two-time as many women (and men) as he pleases). DO NOT give him any more attention or you WILL become his victim too.

Please also boycott the following YouTube channels, businesses, and trolls who openly support and defend him: BIFFSVOO Gaming & Aiolos’ Twitch channel (GonePostal), Cavius Hair and Beauty, Aeon Racing F1 Team, SkillShare, NordVPN, Squarespace, Audible, Honey, and Viltau Espino (Event organiser, Velour supplies his uniforms and costumes). 

I wanted to be merciful and allow all of you to publicly announce your separation from Velveteen Vanities, but SOMEONE hacked into my system and is causing me too much trouble, so I CANNOT sit on this any longer. If I find out who did it, I WILL be reporting you to the authorities for sabotage. 

!!! PLEASE SPREAD THE WORD AS MUCH AS POSSIBLE !!!

[wisecura]

Timid

Izuku Midoriya x you

Short headcannons

AN: Cuz I don’t have much from other fandoms and this has been on the back burner of my mind. Lemme know if you’d like a continuation or different one. ♥️♥️ please be mindful of my tags.

warning: stalking, creepy behavior, obsessive behavior, jealousy, gaslighting, manipulation, breaking and entering, just be cautious babe

Sweet Izuku who you meet on the first day of school, a stuttering, flushing mess. You two instantly click and he becomes one of your best friends. That cute and timid side draws you in, but his lighthearted and charismatic personality makes you stay.

Sweet Izuku who becomes your best friend within a year, you don’t remember a time your best friend wasn’t around. From the first day you were placed in Class-A with him, he’s been stuck to your side—like glue. Super glue. He’s easily the kindest to you, always bringing you your favorite snacks, picking you up drinks from the vending machines. Always willing to tutor you on classes you struggle with. He even helps you identify weaknesses and strengths to your quirk. Constantly complimenting you—your quirk, your resilience, your pretty appearance—

Sweet Izuku who has a stellar reputation around school as the shy, timid, and polite boy. There wasn’t a single person who’d say otherwise —he was just a sweetheart through and through. You’d never guess how he subconsciously flips a switch when it comes to you. The one who was always so sweet to him. The one who trusted and respected his hard work more than anyone else before you. He couldn’t help the way he stared at you. The way his mind seemed to drift to more inappropriate thoughts. Not that he’d let you find out.

Sweet Izuku who developed a significant…infatuation with you. The nights you’d invite him over for movies or gaming sessions always resulted in him stealing something of yours. Last time it was a pen. This time, your hoodie. Next time he’ll work up the nerve to take the first lacy thing that crosses his path. You’d always been so careless—something he found immensely cute. He’d gotten over his initial fear of being caught, especially when you never seemed to notice your items going missing. You always trusted him. He already has a history of being a thorough fanboy—so don’t doubt for a second that he has a camera roll filled with thousands of pictures of just you. Notebooks dedicated to you.

Sweet Izuku who becomes increasingly more obsessed with you. Following you around wherever you went, gaslighting you—or the people around you to stay away. ‘I heard he was a creep—what? That’s just what I’d heard!’ Wanting more and more of your time—spent alone. It was so difficult to confront him—his more reserved and flustered nature making you feel almost bad. You wouldn’t have a single accusation leave your lips before he’s damn near tearing up. Yes—it’s impossible to confront him for something you can’t 100% confirm. Especially not with the way your heart clenches when you see his waterline fog up. So you do the next most reasonable thing.

Sweet Izuku who realizes you’re pulling away, manipulating situations that seemed more plausible. Showing up in more places coincidentally. You’d go to hang out with someone, finding him already there. Manipulating your conversations so you’d feel more reliant on him. Reeling in his praises and compliments when he spoke to you, especially when he noticed you seemed concerned for his lack of interactiveness. Did you do something wrong? He’d made sure you were his best friend after all.

Sweet Izuku who gets caught sneaking into your room in the dead of the night. You’d been sleeping but, surprisingly, you’re now wide awake. He’d been standing over your bed staring down at you with an impassively blank, scary face. The only light source being a moonlit background. ‘Izu? W-what’re you doing here?’

Sweet Izuku who breaks down, dropping onto his knees, and immediately confesses his unyielding devotion. He’s loved you since he first met you—loved you since you’d become joined at the hip. Loves everything about you. You’d been scared to see him in your room—only realizing now that he wasn’t in his right mind. How did he even get in? The doors fucking locked. His past actions began to click into place, each one making more sense with every passing second as you stared into his desperate, misty eyes. ‘Izuku, please leave.’

come home

[queentheweeb]

Katsuki Bakugo X Shy Autistic Male Reader

A/N: I am dedicating this month to autistic readers and women-identifying readers as well courtesy of women's history month and autism awareness month as well. Most will be drabbles so between 1k and 1.3k words

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You had a habit of fixating on things. Whenever something caught your interest you needed to know every single thing about it. A lot of people found this annoying about you but, you didn't care. Who wouldn't want to know everything about a subject if it interests them, right? There is nothing wrong with spending hours sometimes well into the night googling and reading articles, journal entries, excerpts, and other things as well about it. You would go to the first person who would listen to you and, that was normally your mama. Sometimes though she was too busy or too tired to listen to you even though you would keep going until she yelled at you to stop. It didn't hurt your feelings too bad because she promised to listen to you another time and promises were everything, they were someone's word. Right now though? Your fixation was Katsuki Bakugo. You would observe him and everything that he did. The color of his hair when it shined in the light, when it was the 100-watt bulbs in the common room, sunlight, bathroom light. The way his skin glistened the angrier he got and the more he moved and used his quirk. The shade of red his eyes turned depending on his mood or the outside weather, even who he was talking to. He was a whole puzzle, more like a 5,000-piece puzzle and you loved to do puzzles. The only problem is that you cannot find it in you to interact with the 5,000-piece puzzle.

"Hey Y/N?" You turned jumping a little not hearing or even seeing Izuku walk up to you. You liked Izuku a lot. He was the first one you told that you were autistic and he still treated you the same but with more understanding. He had patience explaining things to you that you didn't understand as well. Also, he would let you hold onto his 100% cotton burgundy t-shirt that smelled like citrus. "I didn't mean to scare you but, I got some more stuff you can write down in your notebook if you want?" Oh yeah, you told him about your infatuation with Katsuki and he was more than willing to help. The whole 'Dekusquad' actually agreed to help at your pace though because they didn't want to rush you or overwhelm you.

"Thank you Izuku, let me just get my blue notebook with my pen." You pulled out a blue composition notebook that you kept for strictly Katsuki. You would think you would have a red or orange or even a green since those were his colors but, you wanted something simplistic and in your favorite color. He was your favorite person besides Izuku anyway. 

"I know you have a lot about him but, there is no such thing as too much right?" You nodded your head in agreement looking down at his hero analysis book. He had a lot of them chock full of details, especially of his classmates and you thought he was pretty cool. It was nice to have someone who didn't mind listening to your rambling on and on about a topic and never getting bored. He even showed the same interest and you listened to him as well. 

"Do you think he hates me?" You didn't think he did, it was no harm in asking. You had a habit of not 'reading the room' whatever that meant and jumping to conclusions, assuming really the worst. Izuku gave you a look as if you said something wrong.

"What makes you think he hates you? Trust me on this Y/N, Kacchan does not hate you. It's the opposite actually but, that's something you're going to have to find out for yourself. You will find it soon enough. You can even ask him." You did not want to directly ask him. Every time you had a conversation with him you felt that you were not getting anywhere talking to him. However, you managed to catch his interest in cooking and gave him different spicy recipes and regular recipes he can cook. He even cooked some of them already and would come to you for suggestions as well as tips for your quirk. Since you had a magnesium quirk he suggested the best non-flammable items and where to get them at. That was the basis of your friendship but, you did not want a friendship. You wanted to hold his hand and smell his hoodies and t-shirts. Give him cheek kisses too if he wants but holding hands and spending time with him is good enough for you too. 

"Do you think I am overthinking it? Should I just ask him? How would I ask him?" He was always with Ejirou, Hanta, Mina, and Denki. He never really got time to himself except for when he was going to bed. He hated being disturbed because he got up at 4:45 AM. You knew this because you were up at that time going to bed at 9 PM unless you were researching a specific topic or doing homework that you couldn't finish during the day.

"I think you can ask him at night right before 8:30. He would not mind if it is you knocking on his door." You weren't sure what he meant but, that must be a good thing. That means he would not mind you interrupting his sleep. He has to like you in some shape or form. 

"Thank you Izuku." You grabbed his notebook to write down anything new while listening to the buzz of the deku-squad talking around you. You looked up one time to look around spotting Katsuki looking at you already so you attempted a smile. He seemed to freeze before giving you a small one back. Just as quickly as it appeared it was gone. You filed that away of things you liked about Katsuki for later. The rest of the day went by fast with you mostly in your head and Aizawa as well as your friends coaxing you out of your head. It was very nice and sweet of them to do that for you. It was finally night time and everyone was in the common room watching TV when at 8:05 Katsuki announced he was going to bed. You waited another 5 minutes before waving goodnight to your friends and heading upstairs to the dorm. You weren't going to yours, you were going to Katsuki's. You made it to his dorm and before losing your nerve like you always did you knocked three times lightly. You danced on your feet a bit nervously until the door swung open.

"Didn't I fucking say-" He stopped mid-sentence when he saw it was you and you completely froze up. Everything you were going to say just went out the window and now your mind was blank. You couldn't even get out what you wanted to say. 

"I-uh, umm, I just-I don't-Uh." You were stuttering and beginning to panic too. This was not how it was supposed to be. You looked up at the feel of a hand on your head and playing with your hair. You looked at Katsuki who was smiling softly at you. 

"Take your time I'm in no rush." He was being very nice to you and his voice and hand were helping to calm you down. Finally, you were able to formulate words. 

"You're very pretty, um, you're very nice to me too, uh, I was wondering if, I can hold hands? No, uh, yeah I want to hold hands with you, kiss your cheeks, and cuddle. That's what people who want to be more than friends do right?" It was silent and you thought you said the wrong thing until Katsuki pulled you in for a light hug. You were confused but, tried to hug him back even though it felt weird, right? 

"We can do all of that at your pace, yeah?" He meant it! He wanted to do those things with you! He really did! You looked at him giving him a crooked smile. 

"Yeah! Thank you Katsuki." You closed your eyes leaning against him a bit as he guided you inside to talk. Izuku was right.

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[mune-writes]

e. munson || don’t blame me.

a/n: part one of how many fics I’m working on to fix the shit the duffer brothers did to our beloved Eddie.

warnings: stranger things season 4 volume 2 MAJOR spoilers. read at your own risk.

If there was anything you were ever 100% sure of in this life in all life's utter unpredictability and ever changing nature, it was your everlasting love for Edward Munson; your Eddie.

You and Eddie had been friends ever since you first moved to Hawkins in your Junior year; despite having been held back for about a couple of years in the past, once in elementary as you couldn't quite get the grasp of maths as well as your other peers, and another for being expelled and forced to repeat your Junior year now in Hawkins (all because some bully decided to pick on you on the wrong day, causing you to slam their head onto a desk, effectively breaking their nose), Eddie had never made you feel bad for being older than most of your other peers.

You both remember that day very clearly, in spite of the differing point of views. You were sat alone at a table on the far end of the cafeteria, reading one of his favorite books: Lord of the Rings, specifically the Return of the King. By the look of the yellowed, worn pages and the crackled manner in which the spine of the book had been folded, Eddie knew that the book you had read was well-loved, guessing that this probably wasn't your first time reading it. He had cocked his head at you, staring at you intently as if trying to decipher your entire being with a single glance.

He nudged Gareth.

"Hey," Eddie said, pointing towards your direction. "Have any idea who that is? Haven't seen her here before."

Gareth glances at your direction, eyebrows furrowed before he quirked on as his gaze fell on his friend. "Pretty sure she's new, don't really know her." He shrugs.

"Think I might talk to her."

Dustin's eyes follow Eddie's stare, eyes widening as he realized he was looking at you.

"This might sound weird, but I overheard a little conversation happening beside my locker before lunch and uh, apparently she was expelled and stuff and had to repeat a year of high school for beating someone up so bad they had to be brought to the hospital."

Eddie shakes his head as he snorts at Dustin's words. "Yeah, well, as smart as you make yourself out to be, little man, but I don't give a shit about what any of these assholes have to say about anyone—gotta see it to believe it." He shrugs before standing up to make his way towards you.

Eddie being Eddie, he was completely unfazed by whatever rumor was swirling around about you. If there was a trait of his that was often overlooked, it would have to be his skills regarding observation; as haphazard as he was with his academics, Eddie was smart in his own right.

And he knew when someone needed a friend. That was just how he was.

As he drew closer to you, his eyes couldn't help but peek at the page of the book your eyes were currently glued to, doggy eared page folded back while the little margins the pages already had were filled to the brim with your own scrawled out hand writing, connecting passages with arrows to show which it was you had annotated. But a particular quote had caught his attention, boldly underlined with black ink and further emphasized with blue highlighter.

'I can ride and wield blade, and I do not fear either pain or death.'

Realizing that you were in the part in which Eowyn had just told Aragorn that she would not follow him on The Paths of the Dead because her people needed her. He had told her it was her duty to do so, implying that she needed to do so because she was a woman, because Aragorn would have never said this to Eowyn's brother nor her uncle.

Memorizing practically the entire book by heart, Eddie clears his throat as he takes a seat in front of you, his voice changing into a brooding, rough one as he recited Aragorn's words.

"'What do you fear, lady?'" He asked.

You looked up, surprised that you hadn't even noticed that someone had sat in front of you. As you looked at him, Eddie gave you the warmest, most genuine smile you had ever seen. You didn't know why, but something compelled you to follow his lead.

"'A cage,'" You replied.

He held an outstretched hand in front of you.

"I'm Eddie, Eddie Munson."

You lips twitch up into the smallest of smiles as you take his hand in yours, shaking it lightly. "(Y/N) (L/N)."

That marked the start of the best things to have ever happened to you in your life.

You had spent your entire life sharpening your mind and your tongue to become weapons against people who hurt you; spent years toughening up your skin until it was harder and far more enduring than any dragon hide. You didn't let people in easily, you were guarded, and as far as you knew the fortress that you had surrounded yourself in was impenetrable. If Eddie had initially thought that you were a lost sheep, you regarded yourself as a wolf, destined to be alone; teeth bared and jaw gnashing at anyone who ever tried to get close to you.

But as he smiled at you with those pearly whites of his and his kind, brown doe eyes, it was as if the sun's rays had somehow made it's way inside the fortress around your heart, lit up the skies of your lonesome night of howling at the moon.

That first year of friendship you and Eddie had were the happiest moments of your life. He made you laugh like no other person, broke down the cold façade you had built over the years in over a few months with his sunny disposition, melting away any leftover ice within you. As time passed, you soon found yourself falling for the kindhearted metalhead; with his brilliant mind creating entire worlds for his D&D campaigns, the manner in which he held himself, far more authentic and real, never hiding behind false pretenses just to fit in, the glimmer in his eyes as he spoke to you about his dreams, his passions, were all the things that made you love him and more. He quickly became your best friend, but you wanted more.

Little did you know he did, too.

With your sarcastic sense of humor, your playful teasing, witty quips, candor words, and the softer, gentler side to you that you had slowly began to show him, he found himself absolutely smitten with you.

Fleeting, affectionate glances turned into lingering touches, the brushing of his hand against the small of your back, your fingers intertwined in his as you ran to ditch whatever boring class you had next, all these ephemeral gestures turned how most love stories often did; in an accidental confession of love.

The two of you were sat on his bed, laughing at whatever joke Eddie had said about the boneheaded jocks that seemed to torment just about anyone in your school. You had leaned your head on his shoulder, wheezing so hard from how much you had laughed when those three words slipped from your mouth.

"I love you."

Eddie swore that his heart skipped a beat at the sound of those words. While he often brushed off any of your affection towards him as something meant to simply be platonic, he turned to look down at you, eyes filled with nothing but tenderness and care. You hadn't even realized what you had said until he had held your chin between his thumb and forefinger, making you look deep into the warm brown eyes you loved so dearly.

"Say that again." The look in his eyes were earnest, intense, swirling with every emotion all out once. You swallowed, throwing away any inhibitions or reluctance, because this was Eddie after all, your Eddie, the one person you ever felt you could truly be yourself with, who would accept you as you are: all the darkness and light within you, viewing it all as a wondrous spectacle, a play between kaleidoscope lights and shadow.

"I love you." You repeated, voice barely above a whisper before Eddie's lips found their way to yours. The kiss was gentle, filled with so much softness and affection that you felt your heart melt at his touch. Once you two broke away, lungs pleasing for air, he chuckles, shaking his head lightly.

"I'm no good with words but, I want you to know that you mean the world to me—you are my world. And I love you, (Y/N) (L/N)."

Those memories replayed in your mind, fresh as fallen snow on a cold December morning. All those pure, unadulterated moments of love and devotion seemed so far away now. You should have known not to let your guard down, that what goes up must come down, that shit eventually hits the fan, no matter how far it was thrown.

You weren't there during the murder of Chrissy Cunningham, but he was, and now the entire town was on some sort of barbaric witch hunt for your innocent boyfriend.

You knew how far fetched it sounded, how ridiculous and utterly inconceivable the entire situation was for the two of you, now part of an even bigger mystery, practically knee deep in a stupidly complicated dilemma involving other dimensions and monsters unlike those you've ever seen on horror movies, as unthinkable as the ones that hid in closets and under beds. Because these were real, and one of them had taken Chrissy's life. Now Fred's.

You had been the one to take Dustin and the others to see Eddie, knowing him inside and out meant that you knew how his mind worked like the back of your hand. Panic courses through your veins as a visibly disheveled Eddie popped seemingly out of nowhere, pinning Steve to the wall with a broken beer bottle to his neck. You had been the one to calm him down, to put him at ease with the sound of your voice and gentle touch of your hand, cupping his cheeks to soothe him as he recounted what had happened.

The look of fear and despondency in his eyes made your heart ache, your hand squeezing his as you tried to comfort him because how he reacted was how anybody else would have reacted.

Despite how outlandish it had sounded, you knew deep down to the carbon in your cells that he was telling the truth. You spent the night with him then, running your hand gently through his hair in an effort to make him calm down, to put him to sleep and ward off any other bad thoughts or nightmares that lingered in his mind.

"It's okay, my love, I'm here, I'll always be here."

You let his head rest on your chest, he knew your heartbeat better than any lullaby in the world.

Those days seemed long gone to you now, as you were now donned in attire for the battle of a lifetime, a battle that could mean life or death.

Your heart pounded in your chest as you heard the screech of a demobat, struggling as you frantically climbed up the makeshift rope Dustin had made when you, Eddie, Nancy, Steve, and Robin were initially stuck in the hellish world of the Upside Down.

Once you had landed on the mattress soon after Dustin had, you look up at Eddie, whose gaze was trained on the creatures that were trying to break in.

You knew him inside and out.

It didn't take long for you to know what he was intending to do.

"Eddie," you breathe out, breathing slowly becoming ragged as your heart seemed to still for a moment in anticipation.

He looks at you, remorsefully, lovingly, with every ounce of love he had within himself because it could be the last time he would ever look into your gorgeous eyes. Memories of your eyes crinkling in laughter, glittering in gold as the sun bathed you in yellow, the affection you had for him and only him as he held you in his arms played through his mind like a broken record.

"I love you." He says with all the conviction, all the earnestness he can muster, and cuts the makeshift rope in one fell swoop of a blade, before he takes off.

You let out a heart wrenching scream, tears pricked at your eyes as you knew exactly what he was going to do. Dustin looks to you with the same panicked look in his eyes as he screams for Eddie.

You don't have time to worry about your safety, you don't have time to hesitate, before you rummage through the backpack you had prepared for your guys' mission, finally finding the rope you had purchased before throwing it upwards into the portal.

As adrenaline courses through your veins you don't even have time to feel the burn of your muscles as you heave yourself up, the strain in your back as you hit the floor. Then, you run.

It doesn't take you long to find him, you'd know his voice anywhere as he yelled at the swarm of demobats that enveloped him. Dustin was quickly at your side, too in a state of shock to even move.

You don't have time for shock or petty emotions to get in your way. That was the love of your life risking his entire life, and you were going to do something about it.

Your body reacts before your mind can even think, you sprint towards the chain linked fence with all your might, grappling the edges as you force yourself up and over the metal fence, you don't even notice how your foot aches when you land the wrong way, all you do is run towards him.

You ran through the swarm, swiftly ducking any attacks while covering your face with your hands, unsheathing your own weapon: a machete you had sharpened for hours in preparation for the mission until it was keen enough to cut through bone. You grip it tightly in your hands, raising it high into the noxious air of the hellhole you were in, bringing it down to slice through a demobat's tail that had wrapped itself around Eddie's neck, stabbing it dead in its chest before it could fly away. You fling your machete, still holding the hilt with an iron grip to release the creature from your blade.

You stood there, back to back with Eddie Munson, surrounded by so many demobats it seemed as if the two do you were in the eye of a storm with how dark and ravaging their shadows were.

"What the hell are you doing here, (Y/N)?!"

You scoff at him. "Did you really think I'd leave you alone to play hero, Munson? Not a chance." A bat flies furiously towards Eddie's side, but you cut through it with ease, slicing it cleanly in half. You don't bother to wipe the blood off your face.

"This isn't a fucking joke, get out of here while you still can!" He answers back, taking his makeshift spear and stabbing it at yet another bat, flicking the creature away as it had been impaled.

"And leave you here? I don't—" you slice at yet another bat. "Fucking think so!"

"(Y/N), baby, you know I love you. I need you to be safe, please, do it for me." He manages to choke out before he shields the both of you with his iron-stake decorated trash can lid.

"If you love me, you'd remember that we both promised—!" You yell out as you slash through another bat, narrowly missing it's alien-like jaws. "That we'd stick together no matter what!"

"Are you insane?" His eyebrows furrow as the two of you turn around, as if you were made to stand together like this, back to back, slashing, cutting, and stabbing through whatever tried to come between the two of you.

Amidst the chaos, one thought manages to linger in your mind, a memory of you and your grandmother. She had just told you how she rushed into a battlefield in the midst of World War II to save your grandfather as he bled on the ground, she was a nurse for the army, she didn't ever need to put herself in danger. But she did. For him.

"Love makes you do crazy things."

You think that maybe crazy, borderline insane instincts like this simply ran in your blood.

But history repeats itself, as it so often does. Now you were in a world that was neither here nor there, devoid of any life, stuck in your own battlefield that wasn't even yours to rise to the occasion to.

"Don't blame me," you chuckle softly as you turn your head to look at him. "Love just so happened to make me crazy."

After what seemed like hours fending off the swarm of demobats, your resolve falters for a second as the death-like grip you had on your machete wavers. Sensing your tiredness, a demobat zeroes in towards you, going in for the kill before Eddie once again defends you with his makeshift shield.

"Come on, baby, just a few more minutes, we can take 'em." He reassures you.

"Edward Munson," you start, voice cracking as hopelessness takes over you, the two of you had been at it for so long, and it seemed as if there was just no end to their relentless rampage. You fall to your knees. "I love you, more than anything."

He looks to you, sees the despair in your eyes, for the first time in the years he had known you, this was the only time he had seen you like this. He kneels down with you and envelopes his arms around yours in a tight, warm embrace. Because if you were going down, he’d go through hell and back with you.

You two sit there, embracing your fate, the screeching of the demobats drowning Dustin's cries.

Nothing matters, nothing at all, as you are wrapped in his arms, cheek pressed to his chest as you listened to his heartbeat; your favorite sound in the whole world for what seemed to be the last time.

You thank your lucky stars, to whatever godly being was up there, that had managed to place you in the exact right place in the exact right time, for putting you in a lifetime where you had Eddie Munson by your side.

As the two of you prepare yourselves for The End, the pages of your love story finally closing, you hear something drop from the sky, before you hear another, then another, and then all at once demobats fall to the ground all around the two of you.

You unfold yourself from his arms, the two of you staring around in utter confusion, but as you look in each other’s eyes, confusion melts into relief and joy as you embrace each other yet again.

You made it, the both of you, you both had survived.

Dustin yelled, a guttural sound erupting from his throat as he tackled the both of you to the ground in an even tighter hug.

“You’re okay, you’re both really okay.” He sobs, tears falling from his eyes.

You pat the boy gently on the head.

“Yeah, we did.”

You look at Eddie, whose gaze is already on you, eyes brimmed with tears as he realized it was all over. It was finally, finally over.

He presses his forehead to yours, and you relish in his touch.

“I love you.” He says, vowing to himself that that would never be the last time he’d say it.

“I love you, too.” You reply, tears streaming down your face. Despite your tears and the overwhelming happiness that fills you as you realize you both were alive and well, a spark ignited itself within you, because all evils be damned if they ever tried to take him away from you. You’d make the very mountains crumble and fall apart, tame tempests and whirlwinds if it meant you’d keep Eddie by your side.

Whatever it takes, for him. All for him.

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[scarlettriot]

Stood Up

You (Y/N) get stood up from a date and Kirishima decides to do something about it.

Pairing: Kirishima/F!ChubbyReader

Contains: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Thick Kiri, You have a wind-based Quirk

Warnings: 18+ Below the cut, Minors DNI! Swearing, Fatphobic comments (from the person standing you up - Kiri comfort though!), Exhibitionism, Oral (F&M Receiving), just a hint of soft dom Kiri

A/N: Well, here we are with the second in my Stood Up series. (First was Bakugo - Click to read if interested). I'll probably have either Midoriya's or Kaminari's up next... ALSO! I didn't realize until today but I hit 100 followers!!!! Guyss!!! I cannot believe it! Thank you so very much!

Word Count Starting Below: 3,612

Kirishima should have been happy for you, his co-worker, his friend. Happy as he walked to the train station after a long day of interviews and press. Happy to know that while he was tugging off his suit jacket and loosening his tie while he walked to the train station, you were sitting down at some fancy restaurant with some nice person having a great first date.

But Kirishima wasn’t happy. He wasn’t mad or sad either. He couldn’t figure out why he had this ache in his chest that refused to go away ever since you told him about your date earlier that week. And why it grew the more you mentioned it or he thought about it.

“Red Riot!” A young girl ran up to him with stars in her eyes. “You’re totally my favorite Pro! Can I have a picture with you!” He tucked away his feelings, wrapped his arm over the girl's shoulders, and gave a sharp-toothed grin at her camera. “Thanks! Can you tell Dynamight I say hi too!”

He promised he would and then continued on his way making it to the station arriving not ten minutes later.

The platform was packed, not surprising for a Friday night. He didn’t really bother moving any closer to the tracks, instead, he stuck to the wall where he could remain out of the way.

Out of habit, his crimson eyes trailed over the crowd of people. Kirishima wasn’t looking for anything in particular, just seeing if anything might be out of place… and boy was it.

On a bench not far away, seated between an elderly woman and a young boy, there you were. Hair looking perfect, wearing a dress that looked like it was made for you, and a far off expression that made it all look... wrong.

“Excuse me.” Kirishima moved his way through the platform as best he could with his large stature, earning a few looks of annoyance before people took a second glance, realizing who he was.

“Y/N?” You looked up to see him standing just a few paces away.

“Hey, Kiri, interviews over?”

Your tone was so casual it caught him off guard. Your date was supposed to start like an hour ago. “Y-yeah, all wrapped up. Running late for your date?”

He hoped you maybe got off at the wrong stop or something but your sad little chuckle told him that wasn’t the case. “Not exactly. It’s uh, it’s just not happening.”

Kirishima crouched down in front of you. “Why not?”

You unlocked your phone and handed it over to him without saying a word. He wasn’t one to snoop but you did hand it to him.

There were messages from earlier in the day, exchanges of how happy they were to meet you tonight, another confirming the time and place, and just one other sent twenty minutes after you asked them if they were alright, since it seemed they were running late…

I actually changed my mind. You don’t really look like your profile so I sort of left already. I was hoping for someone a little more, well, in shape, I guess. You’re just a little too heavy for my taste. Sorry.

Kirishima didn’t know what it was like to feel his blood actually start boiling, to go red hot so fast. He felt the skin along his jaw tighten and then harden until it cracked. A soft hand, your soft hand, on his shoulder brought his mind out of the millions of things he was considering telling this person.

“It’s alright, Kiri. They’re allowed to have an opinion of me, I know I’m not everyone’s type.”

You had a wind quirk, for fucks sake. Could summon gales strong enough to knock Kirishima off his feet. It made sense that you had weight on you, you needed it to remain grounded but like hell that meant you were out of shape! Your hand-to-hand combat was some of the best he’d ever seen! You lifted with them, ran with them! He didn’t understand how this person wasn’t even willing to give you the time of day-

“Daddy, look!” Again, he was pulled out of his turbulent thoughts, this time from the small boy sitting beside you. “It’s Wed Wiot and Y/H/N!” He was not-so-quietly whispering.

Your eyes softened then, the statement warming your heart. It was funny how one little moment could lift your spirits again. His father began apologizing, assuming his son had interrupted a moment between the two of you. Kirishima handed you your phone back. “I think we have a little fan.” You smiled.

The little boy jumped up onto the bench and slammed his fists together, “Wed Wiot is the manliest hewo eva!” He then spun around, doing something dramatic with his arms, “And Y/H/N always stops the bad guys in twacks. Nothin’ gets past ‘em! Unmovable togethor!”

“Thanks, man!” Kirishima beamed with a wide grin while you gave your own thanks.

“Can we- would it be too much trouble to ask for a photo of him with the two of you? You’re both his favorites and it’d be the world to him.”

Kirishima never turned down photos, especially for his younger fans but, you saw his eyes glance at you, leaving the final call yours to make. You also never turned down photos or autographs. It meant too much to people for you to ever have the heart to turn someone away.

The little boy crawled up into your lap and you all slammed your fists together in Kirishima’s signature pose while his father snapped the photo.

“Thank you both so much. Sorry for interrupting your date.”

“No- no, we aren’t-”

“This isn’t-”

He gave a knowing smirk at your sputtered denials. “Right. Don’t want the media getting wind of it. We won’t say a word.” He then pulled his son into his arms, walking closer to the tracks now that a buzzer rang out, a train would be arriving soon. That left you and Kirishima on the bench, shaking your heads and sharing a laugh.

As the giggles between the two of you died down you noticed he was holding out his hand to you. “What?” You asked with another chuckle. What you didn’t know was what the man said had given Kirishima an idea: You planned for a date tonight and, if you’d let him, he was going to step up where this other person failed you.

“Lemme take you out. I bet you haven’t eaten yet and there are plenty of great places around. We’re all dressed up, might as well make the most of it, yeah?”

You only let his hand linger for a second longer before taking it, letting him pull you onto your feet. Figuring you shouldn’t let your original date ruin your entire evening if you could help it. And being around Kirishima, well, he always did have a way of cheering you up.

You had to tug him down to speak in his ear. Even with your heels on he was still so much taller than you. “Can we just make it someplace not fancy? I kinda just made myself look like an idiot in one…”

He nodded thoughtfully. “Not fancy. Got it! Let’s go!” In a whirlwind, he was pulling you off the platform and back onto the busy sidewalk, “Left or right?” You chose left and ran by his side when he took off again.

At every intersection you came to he asked which direction you wanted to go, pointing out places that looked good along the way. Eventually, you settled on an American-style diner that was only a few blocks from where your original date was supposed to be.

You two slid into a booth with striped red and blue seats, side by side, easily the two most well-dressed people in the place but neither of you noticed let alone cared. A waitress came by and Kirishima decided on breakfast food, omelet, bacon, hash browns, the works. He then frowned at you when you only ordered black coffee and a scrambled egg with toast.

“Could you actually just give us a second?” When the waitress left he looked at you with raised brows. “You’re not doing this again…”

“Doing what? I ordered a decent-sized dinner!”

“And we both know your appetite!” He countered. “I watched you do this years ago after the press made those comments. You only started eating normally again when you got hurt by your own recoil, remember that?”

Of course you did. You knocked yourself out on a brick wall during a fight and he’d been the one to have to save you and stop the villain. It wasn’t your finest moment. “Don’t let some ass who couldn’t even come face to face with you affect you this much, please, Y/N.”

He did have a point. The only times you really didn’t like your figure was when people made a point to tell you why you shouldn’t. You were proud of the way you looked most of the time! Their opinions shouldn’t matter. You liked you and your friends liked you, Kirishima sure seemed to.

“Okay… The french toast sounds good too.” He smiled. “And maybe I’ll get a milkshake.”

“Now that sounds good!”

It didn’t take long after the order was placed for the food to arrive on the table. Kirishima, also tacking on an order of pancakes and waffles ‘just in case'. The conversation was as plentiful as the food options and it only paused when you both had food in your mouths or were laughing too hard to speak.

In that little booth, you stayed smooshed together until almost one in the morning, letting Kirishima take away the disappointment you felt hours before. He listened to you more than anyone you ever could recall while he made his way through a cherry milkshake and more than that, he engaged in the conversation. Added to it, he cared. That was something you hadn’t experienced in a long time.

He excused himself to use the restroom, that was what he told you at least but, you’d come to find out it’d really been to pay the bill. When you told him you would have at least split it with him, Kirishima just waved the idea away. “I asked you out on a date, that means I pay. It’s the manly thing to do.”

Your stomach fluttered a little. If you were being honest, you didn’t think he meant this as a real date, you just assumed he was doing something nice because he knew the night you had and Kirishima was always nice.

But, you were excited by the idea that this was a real date. You didn’t mind at all.

“Gettin’ sleepy yet?” He asked when you walked out of the diner into the much cooler night air. The streets weren’t nearly as crowded as they were before, barely even any cars on the road.

You weren’t tired though, you felt wide awake actually. Still, you knew he had a long day. He might have been fantastic at giving interviews and the press loved him but you knew how he usually felt by the end of it all.

“Not really but I’m fine calling it a night if you’re tired.”

Another smile. “But I’m not.”

Kirishima slipped his hand back into yours and led the way down a couple more streets, eventually leading into a park all lit up with various strings and balls of light. “Found it all lit up like this on patrol a few nights ago, thought it was really pretty.”

Really pretty was an understatement! It looked beautiful, like something out of a picture book with thousands of glittering stars overhead surrounding the crescent moon.

You walked arm in arm through the park, quietly talking about anything and everything that crossed your mind. Like the gentleman he was, Kirishima offered his jacket the very moment you shivered, draping it over your shoulders.

It dawned on you somewhere around your third lap around the park, that you probably could have stayed out with him until the sun was rising and you still would be enjoying each minute of it.

“Thanks for this,” You mumbled while you both waited for the train back on the platform at a quarter past three in the morning, “I know you probably had better things to be doing on your Friday night off but, this was really nice of you.”

It was just the two of you on the platform yet you sat thigh to thigh on a bench. “Well, don’t act like I was doin’ you some big favor and got nothing out of it.” He laughed. “I had a real fun night too, Y/N. I don’t mean to sound rude or anything, but I’m kinda glad the other person messed up, didn’t know what they were missin’.”

Damn, it felt dizzying having him this close, able to smell the lingering cherries on his breath still when he spoke. “I- uh- I would be up for doing this again sometime too if you’d like to.”

“If I admit I would be too, does that mean this date is over?”

Kirishima shook his head, little strands of red hair that had fallen throughout the night catching in his long lashes. “I’d like to walk you home at least. Doesn’t feel right letting you walk back alone. It’s not the manly way to end a date.” You agreed with a hum. “Is there something you wanted to do before that?”

“I’ve got a few ideas.”

“What a coincidence, so do I.” Bright crimson eyes flicked down to your lips and, damn, your heart pounded against your ribs, thrilled that you both were on the same page. When he slotted his lips against yours, it threatened to burst free.

What began as a sweet, simple kiss, his hand softly cupping your cheek, ended with bruised lips and huffing chests. You’d managed to slide his suspenders over broad shoulders while his mouth traveled down the column of your neck greedily sucking and nipping at the soft skin there.

The only thing breaking you apart like a couple of horny teenagers caught by their parents was the sound of the buzzer for the incoming train.

The car he pulled you into was as empty as the platform had been and you took full advantage. “Got any more ideas?” He asked, kissing that sweet spot just below your ear.

Hell yes, you did.

With a hand on his chest, he allowed you to push him down into a seat, propriety, and decency be damned. You straddled his thick thighs, “What’s the plan, Y/N?” His throaty chuckle did you in.

“Don’t have one.” You shamelessly admitted, fumbling with the buckle of his belt while the world flew by outside the windows. “I just want you.”

His hands engulfed your wrists, stopping you from undoing his pants. There was heat creeping up from under his collar and up to the tips of his ears. “Wait a second, sweetie, please. I appreciate your eagerness but I, well, I’m kinda a lot to handle.” His fingers uncoiled from one of your wrists, slipping under your dress and sliding your panties to the side.

“Trust me,” He whispered into your ear, inhibition gone, “I wanna rail you right here in this car until I’ve got you screamin' my name but I also don’t wanna hurt ya.” He plunged two fingers into you suddenly. Your gasp had him smirking like a clever cat. “Well, I don’t wanna make you hurt that badly. Gotta ease you into it.”

His wrist began moving while his other hand rubbed up and down your back beneath his jacket, soothing slow strokes along your spine. He trailed soft kisses across your jaw before moving onto your neck muttering praises before he stretched you further with a third finger.

“We’re almost at the next stop. Be a good girl and stay nice and quiet. You can just pretend like you fell asleep.”

You let out a moan while you still could when he curled just right inside of you, a strangled version of his name and you could see his cocky little smirk before you hid your face from view.

The train jolted to a stop making you whine at the sudden movement. You could hear the doors swish open. “Just a couple people on the platform. What if they come in our car? Want me to stop?” You clenched around him at the very thought. “Naughty girl.” Your hips wiggled against his hand desperate and wanting more. “Be patient.”

And soon enough, they slid shut again with no new passengers.

This game went on for the next three stops until yours was next. And he had close, so fucking close, just not quite there. You gripped one of his shoulders tightly, slowing down your riding of his hand with four fingers within and his thumb hard on your clit. Your other hand palmed his still contained erection. “Kiri, I can just- damn- I can just wait until we get to my place.”

He’d been watching you eagerly this entire time, loving every minute of it and the idea of stopping now made his skin crack. “Like hell you will.” He quickened, thrusting his fingers into you, his other hand was used to rock you along the fat of his thigh, his name falling from your mouth, muffled by your face in his chest.

“I want you to cum before we get off this train. Be a good girl and cum on my fingers.” He used his teeth, biting carefully into your shoulder. “Right here, sweetie. I’ll get my cock in you faster if you do. Just a short walk to your place and I’ll fuck you through your front door. Doesn't that sound good, you want that right?”

You spasmed thanks to the visual image he provided. Nails digging into his skin, kissing him hard to stop a scream.

Your high tapered off as you pulled up to the platform. Kirishima helped you stand, wrapping an arm around you so you could walk with your wobbly legs.

A trail of clothes started at your front door with his tie and ended at the foot of your bed with your bra but Kirishima had his way with you long before you’d actually made it to the bedroom.

He let you finally free him the moment you were behind closed doors and holy fuck were you happy he’d stopped you on the train!

Easily the thickest cock you’d ever taken, even with prep work it still stung as he had you up in his arms with your back braced against the living room wall. He was careful though, he might have looked like he wanted to go feral but he showed restraint in the way he slowly fucked himself into you, inch by inch.

“Kirishim-ah!” You broke on the last syllable.

“Eijiro, please.” Even now, as raw as you both were, he still managed to be so damn sweet.

It was only when he’d settled into the hilt, when he checked three different times that you were in fact okay, did that restraint slip. You didn’t have to do a single thing, he just used you. Screwing so hard that the framed wall hangings beside you started to rattle.

Realizing it, he quite literally tossed you on the sofa as if you weighed no more than a rag doll. Eijiro hoisted you up, your core to his mouth, “Eiji!” He just grinned and ate like a man starved, sending you into another toe-curling orgasm.

“Fuck, I’ve been wanting that.” He hummed while you caught your breath. gently setting you back down before wiping your orgasm off his chin.

But you wanted something he had. Eijiro looked so damn swollen, so ready to burst when you took him in your mouth. “Damn!” He grunted and grabbed the wall and you knew his quirk activated. “Warn me a little next t-time.”

You couldn’t even get him all the way down your throat, he was too damn fat for that, but he whined so nicely, fucking your throat as deeply as he could. His praises became a slurred mess when he got too close and pulled you off him and back into his arms again.

You looked at the wall, the hole now in it before back at him. “I- ha- I’ll fix that. Promise!” He slipped his cock back into you with much more ease this time, a satisfied smile on his handsome face at how he distracted you. “Later though. Bedroom?”

“Second door on the left.” He stayed buried inside, carrying you down the hall. Finally, shucking off your dress that up until now had just been used up around your middle, and last was your bra. Eijiro nearly ripping it off your body before laying you back on the bed.

Eijiro lingered above you but there was no hesitation in his eyes when he saw you bare before him, no second-guessing, only pure awe and adoration in those red eyes before he worshipped each and every single inch of you.

By the time you decided to take a break, round three or maybe four? your headboard was bent, there was a small hole in the wall behind it and one of your pillows had been torn, feathers everywhere. You wouldn’t have changed a second of it though. Curled up against Eijiro’s warm chest with his arms holding you tight as the morning sun started shining through your curtains. The pair of you drifting off to sleep.

A/N: Thanks for reading. I hope you enjoyed it!

[jayphoenic]

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So why does he have wings now!?

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Chapters: 40/?

Every single school had one: someone at the top of the food chain. An acme. Someone who could do things under a teacher's nose, escape consequences, and terrify other people. Someone who looked down on everyone else like they were prey. An apex predator. And Izuku couldn't count on teachers and adults to protect anyone. Even a hero school wasn't safe from the phenomena. When Izuku gets to Yuuei, he's determined to find out who it is and ensure they can't hurt him or his new friends.

...and accidentally, in the process, becomes the apex predator (though he is mostly unaware of this, and uses it for good. But still, people are terrified of him.)

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ANONYMOUS REQUEST: [NST] not a minor but want something cute rather than smut. BNHA anyone (multi please) and them reacting to GN! Reader accidentally running into them.

Part 1 of 2: Boys Version featuring Midoriya, Bakugou, Todoroki, & Shinsou.

Deku would definitely freak out in an "oh my gosh! are you okay??" sort of way.

For sure.

My boy is 100% always looking out for others and hardly ever looking out for himself. (Gives Deku 'the look' TM.)

Depending on what happened, he would help in any way possible.

He also tends to forget that OFA as well as his hero training has made him kinda like a brick house. A small, adorable brick house but a brick house, nonetheless.

You definitely fell. If you were carrying books at the time, they are most likely strewn all over the place.

Don't worry though. Deku would not notice other people watching and would only be concerned with making sure you're okay.

He would also be helping you like crazy to clean up whatever mess was made before helping you up.

Deku would definitely then rub the back of his neck and laugh and say something cheesy like... "well, it was nice running into you, haha".

Then would groan laugh at his own dad joke. (All Might would be so proud.)

He'd then, of course, ask if he can take you to Recovery Girl if needed or walk you to class.

Romance wasn't mentioned in the headcanon request but for those of you who love Izuku, this is for you: If he finds you cute (and he totally does, why wouldn't he?), he might try to act all cool and ask for your number 'just to check up on you later' but he'd be a blushing, stuttering mess trying to do it.

You'd find it cute and would ask for his phone before putting your number into it when he hands it to you.

"Do you have a death wish, extra???!"

Until Bakugou actually looks at you. Then his eyes kinda widen and he glances away before glaring at you.

"Oh. It's you." And so it is you.

He will then scoff and grumble before growling at you to watch where you're going and shit.

There're too many people at the school with crazy and dangerous quirks and someone like you is bound to get hurt.

He's not always gonna be there to make sure you don't.

If you then point out that you aren't hurt and technically if you had been he (or at least his body) would have been the cause... he's going to gripe at you so better to just nod and agree.

Then again, don't. I'd love to see what happens.

If he likes you... which, he does obviously to some extent or he wouldn't have been so... er, nice??

But anyway, if he really likes you... as in likes you, likes you... well, you'd probably be able to get away with a lot more than if he didn't so.

Go ahead. Try your luck. (Don't mind that dude with the popcorn on the sidelines. It's just me.)

He'll likely bomp you on the head like he does with his friends. (What's a bomp, you might be asking? Well, I just made it up and it's essentially a boop but with more intensity. Kats definitely bomps his friends and even more so his crushes on da head.)

He'll likely watch out for you more often just to make sure you aren't walking around with your head in the clouds and running into other people.

You definitely are. It's how you roll. But he'll be watching out for you now, so it all works out.

Okay... this one amuses me. Because this boy... this oblivious, silly young man... he amuses me so.

At impact, Shouto is most absolutely going to apologize to you.

He definitely thinks he ran into you and even if you explain that you ran into him, he's still going to apologize. Like for being in the way or something.

Especially if he likes you. As in crush kind of like.

He also won't know what to make of those feelings.

He also likely caught you and held you to make sure you didn't fall. He doesn't look it like Bakugou does, but this boy pretty muscley too. Like Deku, he just doesn't look it.

Except in the arms. He has very nice arms you notice.

Not that you were staring at his arms or anything, of course.

(You totally were, weren't you? That's why you ran into him in the first place, wasn't it? Uh huh. Sure. Don't worry. Your secret is safe with me.)

Anyway, because he caught you in his arms and he's been crushin' on you for a while now (because why wouldn't he be?), he now finds himself realizing that he liked the feeling of you in his arms.

And he doesn't know what to do with this information. So, you find him watching you a lot.

You finally have to talk to him and prod him for what's up. But then he tells you and you two go out and it's epic.

If you want to go out with him, of course. If not, please let the poor boy down nicely. He's sweet for all he's a himbo.

Okay. Now, Shinsou... so, Shinsou's kinda tricky.

This could go down in two ways. Either he doesn't know you ran into him until you do (like most people) or he knows you're going to but does nothing to stop you just to see what happens.

Y'know what? I think it'll likely be the latter more than the former, just because Shinsou can totally be a little shit when he wants to be.

So, he watches you reading a book as you're walking. Or texting as you're walking. Or talking with a friend as you're walking. Or any other number of things you could be doing while walking that has you distracted from the actually walking part.

Anyway, no matter what you are doing, it makes you an unsafe walker and he watches as you are headed directly for him.

Unlike most people, he does nothing to move out of your way. After all, you really should be paying attention and that's not his fault.

So, you run into him.

Immediately your eyes go wide as you look up at him. He tall boy. Well, taller than you. (Unless he's not but this is all fictional so let's just pretend for the sake of the headcanon, alright? Excellent.)

So anyway, you look up at him and are immediately apologizing and kinda freaking out.

(You have a crush on him, doncha? Yeah. I can't say I blame you.)

(Unless you don't and in that case, you just feel super really bad because like, you definitely should have been paying attention.)

Anyway, he precedes to tease you. Picture a cat with a mouse on a string and he's the cat and you're the mouse.

He teases you about it and gets you all blushy whether from your crush teasing you or a dude you think is pretty cool teasing you, but either way, you're pretty humiliated.

He finally says he'll forgive you on one condition.

You, not thinking, say "anything". (You also realize at this point he could have used his quirk on you, but he hasn't.)

But anyway, if you're not interested in him romantically, he asks you to return his books to the library or something menial. Idk. I prefer the romance options, so you decide what he does for this bit.

Romance side of things, he likes you and has for awhile now. He's kind of shy when it comes to things like that though and he's been focusing on getting into the hero course, so this is the perfect opportunity.

He says he'll forgive you if you sit with him at lunch and maybe study with him later if you want.

You definitely want and the two of you exchange numbers.

Look at you, hot stuff! And all it took was running into a guy who already knew you were gonna run into him. Gold star!

Okay so! I had planned to do everyone on this post but, as you can see, just the four boys I picked made this post super long to begin with. That means, lucky you! You get two posts for this headcanon request.

Anyway, the ladies' version of this I plan to work on and have done tomorrow some time. (The ladies' version will be featuring Uraraka, Ashido, Hagakure, & Yaoyorozu.)

Let me know what you guys think of the guys' version!

If you want to send in some headcanon requests of your own, feel free to send them in here.

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Dirty Little Animals (Silco x afab!reader) [NSFW]

Summary: After spotting you one evening in the club, Silco invites you to try Singed’s latest creation: a crystalline form of shimmer called glitter. The drug's aphrodisiac effect takes hold of you, and you take advantage of the privacy his office affords.

For the best experience, listen to Dirty Little Animals by BONES UK while reading!

Tags: afab!reader, sub!reader, dom!silco, degradation kink, praise kink, spit kink, choking, scratching, biting, orgasm denial/edging, silco saying "good girl", pierced nipples, publish-ic sex

Word count: ~6 K

CW: drug use (first and last word of details are in pink if you want to skip it)/alcohol use/not-sober sex

Downing another shot, you close your eyes as you savour the familiar burn in the back of your throat. The heavy bass of the club’s music reverberates through your body, drawing you back to the dance floor. This is the first time you’ve been back to the club in over a month, and you realize you missed this more than you thought. Plus, this place is well-known for being where to go to satisfy any craving you could possibly have.

The effects of your particular choice in shimmer variant is similar to molly and coke, the euphoria rivaling even the purest of the two drugs. However, the drug is as dangerous as it is wonderful. After only a few times it starts to lose its kick, and you're stuck taking twice the amount for half the effect. You're as careful as you can be though, planning your use and practicing lots of harm reduction for damage control. The payoff is well worth the risks in your opinion.

When you were a weekly regular at the Last Drop, you often spotted the club’s owner, Silco, gazing down at the crowded dance floor from the catwalk. A couple times you thought you caught his duo-colored eyes trained on you, but there were always so many people surrounding you, you could never be 100% sure. You glance up at the empty catwalk, feeling discouraged at the thought of not seeing him tonight. You had been working on getting in shape during your hiatus, and you rejoined the dance floor with renewed vigor.

Returning to the bar for another round of shots, you notice Silco descending the spiral staircase from the catwalk out of the corner of your eye, as if on que. Trying to pretend you don't see him you turn to face the dance floor, leaning against the bar and propping yourself up on your elbows. You tip your head back, closing your eyes in an attempt to stop the spins.

You jump slightly when you hear someone clear their throat right next to you. You bring your head back up and open your eyes to see who the noise belonged to. The sight of Silco leaning on the bar inches away from you, eyes trained on the shelves of bottles, brings a flush to your cheeks and makes it slightly harder to breathe.

“Apologies for sneaking up on you. I’ve seen you dancing from the catwalk, and when I saw you again tonight I knew I had to buy you a drink. What’s your poison?”

Questioning if you’re hallucinating or not, you can only bring yourself to point to a bottle of cheap vodka on the bottom shelf. Silco let out an unamused “hm”.

“Come on now, don’t be shy. Look on the top shelf. Do you see anything you like?” he asked, still not meeting your eyes.

Turning around fully, you had to get on your tiptoes to be able to see the uppermost shelf properly. A bottle of Facundo Neo rum caught your eye and you pointed again, still incapable of coherent speech.

“Mmm, good choice. That’s a favorite of mine as well.” he said, gesturing to the bartender and ordering two double shot rum and cokes. He places the drink next to you, his long, elegant fingers brushing against your arm. You shiver despite yourself. “What’s your name?” he asks.

You tell him, thankful your mind and body finally let you speak. “We haven’t met, but I know who you are.”

Silco chuckles, the side of his mouth quirking up in a half-smile. “I imagine you have.”

Sipping your drink perhaps a little too eagerly, you try desperately to think of something to say. Luckily Silco speaks first.

“I’ve seen you here before, and I was worried you wouldn’t come back. I hate a wasted opportunity,” he confessed, finally turning his head to meet your eyes. His face was frustratingly difficult to read, thwarting any attempt to ascertain the context of the interaction.

Finishing the last of your drink, you allow the alcohol and endorphins to soothe your nerves. “I had a similar worry. I love coming here, especially when I see you up on the catwalk. You always look so…regal,” you say, trying to keep from slurring your words.

Silco tipped his head back to down the rest of his drink, his adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. The image of his head tipping back in pleasure as you suck him off popped into your head.

“I noticed you using shimmer as a mixer, and I was impressed by your ingenuity. I trust the quality is to your liking?” he asked, turning to look at you once more. His eyes twitched back and forth as he studied your face.

“It’s perfect, definitely my go-to mixer. Have you ever tried it?” you inquired, matching his posture and leaning towards him slightly. The smell of old paper, tobacco and a slightly spicy scent (cloves?) drifted towards you. He shakes his head no. Standing up straight, he addresses you again.

“I have something new that hasn’t been distributed yet; it’s another form of shimmer. Would you like to come to my office and try it?” he asked casually. You could hardly believe what you were hearing.

“I would absolutely love to,” you said, smiling. He turned and walked back towards the staircase, leading you through the crowd.

~

Silco opens the door to his office and you step inside, the smell of tobacco lingering in the room from his last cigar. Closing the door behind you, he walks to his desk and opens one of the drawers, pulling out a small vial of sparkling crystals.

“Singed, my chemical engineer, came up last week. I was a fan of coke back in the day, so I was pleased to hear he had created a form of shimmer that can be crushed into a powder,” he explained, shaking out a few of the crystals onto a mirror panel. He carefully crushes the rocks with a straight razor he pulled from his vest, cutting the powder into four even lines. Finally, he pulls out a small, straw-like metal tube. A brass tip was located at one end of the tube, with elegant engravings on the silver body. You couldn’t make out what the carvings were exactly, but it was beautiful all the same. Silco places the brass tip in his nostril, inhaling a line in one fell swoop. Straightening his back, he sniffs a few more times before wiping off the tip of the device with a cloth that smelled of disinfectant and offering it to you.

You take it from his outstretched hand, the metal cool against your skin. Moving closer to the desk, you bend over to snort your line. The powder stings your sinuses as you inhale, but you don’t stop. The pain is just part of the experience. Sitting down in the chair behind you, you copy his movements again, closing your eyes as you lean back, sniffing until the burning subsides. Looking up at Silco, you blink a couple times as you feel the rush of the drug in your bloodstream.

Meeting his gaze, you saw his pupils were dilated and a pale blush had reached his cheeks, visible even under his makeup. A wide grin spread across your face and you giggled, causing Silco to smile as well, this time both corners of his mouth lifting.

“I must say, your eyes are absolutely magnetic. Especially now that the glitter has taken effect,” he complimented, walking around his desk to sit on the edge in front of you.

"Thank you," you mutter, looking away as you grow self conscious under the intensity of his gaze. Noticing this, Silco reaches down and lifts your chin, forcing you to look at him. As study his face with wide, keening eyes, he smirks. You feel him put more pressure on your chin, raising you to your feet and pulling you slightly closer. Feeling dizzy from standing too quickly (and your proximity to him), you sway and rest your hands on Silco’s thin thighs to steady yourself.

Suddenly he takes your face roughly between his hands, pulling you into a long, deep kiss. He pulls away, loosening his hold on your face slightly to give you time to push him away if you're uncomfortable. Flustered by his retreat, you take him by the back of the neck and kiss him, your lips crashing together as both of you breathe in each other's scent. As your tongues dance around each other, you sink your fingers into the softness of his hair. The drugs coursing through your system enhanced every touch, taste and smell. It was like someone stripped off the outer layer of your senses, leaving them bare and new to the world. You didn't think it was possible, but the sensations are even better than the very first time you took shimmer.

Your hand travels up to the crown of his head where his hair is longer and you pull gently, to tipping his head back and exposing his throat. You had heard a cliff-notes version of how Silco’s eye got damaged, and you knew it involved being choked. You take this into consideration as you kiss your way along his sharp jawline, sucking on his earlobe before moving down to bite at his collarbone. You feel his hands eagerly exploring the curves of your body, taking stock of how many articles of clothing he’ll need to remove to get to you. You thanked your past self for choosing not to wear a bra today, so only a thin shirt, a pair of jeans and your black, lace-lined panties separated you from him. You feel his fingertips slide underneath the hem of your shirt and you decide to strip it off completely, throwing it to some unknown corner of the room. Your bare tits bounced slightly with the movement, and you saw a fresh wave of lust cross the older man's face at the sight of your pierced nipples. He knows this is going to be fun.

He slides off the desk and moves his hand down to your ass, slapping it as he tries to pull you up. You jump and he catches you, and you wrap your legs around his waist. Still feverishly kissing and biting each other, he carries you over to the couch that’s pushed against the wall. He lowers you so you’re laying on your back, your legs still wrapped around him. You attempt to flip the two of you around so you’re on top and in control, but he forces your hips down. He pulls away from the kiss momentarily to look at you intently.

“May I continue?” he asks, studying your face.

“Yes,” you reply breathlessly, leaning forward to kiss him again. Grasping at his hips, you try desperately to pull him closer to you. You’re flattered to find he’s already half-hard just from kissing you.

Before you can react he has you sitting on his lap, taking one of your nipples into his mouth and swirling his tongue. Though incredibly distracting, this allows you time to unbutton his vest and shirt, exposing his bare chest and abdomen. Too impatient to strip off the layers completely, you grasp at his chest. You find his skin is warm and surprisingly soft as you dig your nails into his skin when he bites you again. You feel his large hands knit through your hair, using your own move against you and yanking your head back to reveal the soft, sensitive skin of your neck. Your breath hitches as he alternates soft kisses with sharp nips, occasionally stopping to leave hickies around your throat.

Silco’s hands are on every part of you, leaving chills in their wake. He digs his fingernails into your skin when you catch his bottom lip between your teeth. After stopping to feel the softness of your breasts, rolling your nipples between his thumb and index finger, his hands travel down your body. You feel his fingers slip under the waist of your jeans before smacking your ass, hard. With each sensation your breathing quickened, whimpers slipping out without your permission.

“Tell me how you want it,” Silco said, his voice raspier than usual.

“I want you to use me like the slutty fuck doll I am,” you reply, struggling (and failing) to keep your voice stable as you look at him. A devilish grin spread across the older man’s face. He grips your hair again, tighter this time. Pulling back sharply, he distances you from himself and you find your gaze gravitate to his more expressive cyan eye.

“Open,” he demands, pulling at your chin to open your mouth. As soon as your teeth are parted, he forces his slender fingers into your mouth. His skin tastes sweet, and you hungrily suck on his fingers. Plunging his fingers deeper down your throat, you open wider to try to accommodate for the size of his hand. You try in vain not to gag, your throat constricting around his fingers as you try to suppress the noise. He brings his fingers back out of your mouth and inspects them, a thin line of drool connecting your mouth with his fingers.

"Smack me," you urge, desperate for more sensation.

Smirking, he grabs you by the throat and slaps your cheek with a crisp smack. Not too hard, but hard enough to sting. You can’t help the whine that escapes your throat. He smirks once more as he begins to undo his belt and buttons, pushing your head down with his other hand. Sliding off his lap, you kiss your way down the length of his body as you sink to your knees.

“Be a good little whore and wrap those pretty lips around my cock,” He commanded, pulling forth his erection. You’re slightly intimidated by his size, but you take his cock by the base as you begin to slowly swirl your tongue before taking the tip into your mouth, applying a tiny bit of suction.

Silco inhales sharply at the contact, and you think for a second you might actually make him moan. No such luck though as the man is rarely vocal, especially with so little effort. Steeling yourself, you take his cock fully in your mouth, opening your mouth as wide as possible and pushing it as deeply as you dared. Silco gasps again, whispering an airy "fuck" under his breath. You bob your head a few times, his dick pressing against the back of your throat. The size of him causes you to gag, and you retract your head with a gasp. Drool drips down your chin as you look up at him.

Silco stands and you open your mouth again, still kneeling in front of him. Holding you by the back of the head he steadies you, pushing his cock deeper as he throat fucks you. Your eyes water as you gag again on his impressive length, causing the man to smile down at you.

“You’re so beautiful choking on my cock like that. Such a good girl.” he said between gasping breaths, his voice husky. Pulling his hips toward you, you hold him still as you force his cock as deep as you can, pulling away just after the smallest whimper left his lips. He grabs you by the throat once again, pulling you up into a feverish kiss. You reach down and grasp his cock, using your thumb to spread the drop of precum that had leaked out around the tip. He hums in appreciation, feverishly fumbling with your pants button and zipper. Once they are properly taken care of, he pulls down your pants forcefully, almost ripping them. Steadying yourself with your hands on his shoulders, you kick them off the rest of the way.

Silco's large hands grip your waist, steering you towards the couch and pushing you onto the soft cushions. Taking your place on the floor he pulls your hips towards him, raising your legs to put them on his shoulders. He begins sucking and biting at the sensitive skin on the inside of your thighs and you squirm. Breathing hard, you watch as he gets closer and closer to your cunt. Finally reaching the center of your pelvis, Silco makes eye contact as he takes the hem of your underwear in his jagged teeth and pulls them down before tossing them away. Moving your legs from his shoulders, he reaches up to grasp the back of your neck. Raising his other hand to your face, you instinctively take his fingers into your mouth.

“Such a good little whore, opening your mouth for me without being asked,” he said, the perfect mix of praise and degradation feeding the fire in your belly. Sitting back on his heels he slowly trails his still-wet fingers down your body, finally reaching your cunt. He passes a few feather-light touches over your clit and you squirm, desperate for more.

Suddenly his fingers are inside you, giving you no time to prepare. It was a welcome surprise though, and you can’t help the high pitched gasp that escapes your lips. His hand stills momentarily as he kisses you roughly again. Holding your bottom lip between his teeth, he begins quickly thrusting his fingers in and out of you. You moan desperately into his mouth when his fingers curl to put friction on your g-spot.

Just as quickly as his fingers enter they withdraw, wrapping his other hand around your throat. He tapped your chin twice and you eagerly take his fingers into your mouth again, sucking on them. You love the way you can taste yourself on him.

"You look so beautiful with my fingers down your throat," he praised, pulling his hand away and smacking you again, harder this time. A quiet, breathy "please" escapes your lips.

He holds you there, sliding his hand up your throat to your jaw, turning your head so he can look at you. Your hair is wild, and your makeup is streaked down your cheeks from when your eyes watered when he was throat fucking you.

"Beautiful," he says again, raising you to your feet with his hand cupping your jaw. Seeing an opportunity, you distract him with a kiss as you grab him by the hips and steer him back towards the desk. Caught off guard by the sudden change in location, he pulls away from the kiss. You try to kiss him again, but he catches your face with one strong hand.

"Wait," he said, staring deep into your eyes. "Are you going to finish your line like a good little glitter whore?"

You nodded enthusiastically, taking the metal tube from his outstretched palm once again. Bending with your back arched and ass out, you inhale your line. You don't feel the burn as much this time, your nose having adjusted to the sensation. You groan in pleasure as you take in the euphoric sensation washing over your body. Eyes still closed, you hear fabric hit the floor as Silco shrugs off his shirt and vest. You hand over the device and Silco takes in his line, sighing with content.

"Now then," he said, placing the tube down on the desk, "where were we?"

You open your eyes just in time to catch his smug expression as he lunged for your throat. Surprised once again, you instinctively grab his wrist. Immediately he removes his hand and backs away from you slightly, studying your face in concern. Before he has a chance to say anything, you pull his hand back to wrap around your neck.

"My neck feels too bare without your hand," you complain, gazing up at him with your best fuck-me eyes. He smiles, pulling you in to kiss you again.

Feeling your heartbeat throughout your entire body, you do nothing to try to stifle your whimpers as Silco’s hands grasp at your skin. You reach your left hand up to touch his face, but he catches you by the wrist and pins your arm over your head.

He moves your free hand in the direction of his hips. You graze the sensitive skin of his abdomen with your nails, traveling down to his cock, the head of which was pinned up by his boxers. Pulling them down just enough to reveal the rest of his length you took him by the base, but didn't start moving your hand yet.

Bowing your head slightly, you let a large, gooey drop of spit descend from your lips, landing on the tip of his cock. Slowly you begin to move your hand, allowing your saliva to act as lubricant. His breath quickens, and you smile against his mouth.

He releases your arm and rests his hands on your hips, pushing you back so you're half-sitting on the desk. Taking you by the hair again, he pulls your head away from him.

"Tongue out," he orders, tapping on your chin. You open your mouth and stick out your tongue, locking eyes with Silco as he looks down at you. He spits in your mouth before pulls you into a deep kiss. His spit tastes sweet, and you can't help but moan a little.

Breaking the kiss, he pushes you again so you're laying on your back on the desk. Your arms flail a bit, knocking off a small stack of books and his ashtray as you struggle to prop yourself up on your elbows. If he was upset by the spill he didn't show it, focusing on kissing his way down your body and nipping at you intermittently. The kisses tickled slightly, and you couldn't help but shiver. Sinking to his knees in front of the desk, he digs his nails into your tender inner thighs as he spreads your legs further apart.

Locking eyes with you, he shifts forward and slowly moves the tip of his tongue in between your folds. You could feel the heat of his breath as he teased you, barely making contact before retracting his tongue and beginning again. He did this a few times and you squirmed, trying desperately for more sensation. Suddenly he spreads your lips with the flat of his tongue before latching onto your clit, sucking and swirling his tongue around the engorged button.

You cry out, not expecting such a sudden increase in contact. You buck your hips, but Silco places a large hand between your hip bones, holding you down. He releases the suction of his lips on your clit and buries his face and tongue in your pussy. You moan loudly, leaning back fully so you can tangle your hands in his soft, graying hair.

"Oh, FUCK!" you exclaim, feeling the knot in your belly grow tighter. You want to hold his head between your thighs, but he's still pushing your legs apart. "Fuck I'm so close, don't stop!"

As soon as the words leave your lips he pulls away, leaving you teetering on the edge of orgasm and whining in frustration. He stands up, towering over you. Your whines are cut off by his hand wrapping around your throat again as he pulls you up into a kiss, his other hand placed on the small of your back pulling you close. Still intertwined, he walks the two of you over to the window.

Holding you by the nape of your neck, he kisses his way up from your shoulder to your neck. His breath tickles your ear as he bites your earlobe.

"I want everyone to see me fucking you like the dirty little cum slut you are," he growls in your ear. Your breath hitches in your throat as he leaves another hickey on your neck, and you tip your head back to expose more of your skin.

In the blink of an eye Silco spins you around, your hands pressing against the glass to steady yourself. He pulls your hips sharply towards him, bending you over slightly. He kicks your feet apart, and you feel one of his hands return to the small of your back. You can feel his stiff cock pressed against your ass as he leans forward.

"I want to hear you beg," he states in a low tone. He bites your shoulder hard, causing you to suck in air through your bared teeth.

"Please please fuck me, I need your thick cock buried deep in my pussy, I'm so wet for you please PLEASE fuck m-" your sentence cut short as you cry out from the sudden sensation of him entering you. At the same time he pulls your head back, causing you to arch your back even more.

"Good girl," he purrs, slowly pushing into you inch by inch, allowing your body time to adjust. You knew how big he was by how much you struggled to fit your mouth around his cock, but it was entirely different when he was inside you. Biting your lip, you relish the exquisite stretch, gasping slightly with each push.

Releasing your hair, you finally feel his hips pressed against your ass, pausing after burying himself in you fully. Your breathing is ragged as you try not to shake. Placing one hand on your shoulder and the other on your hip, he slowly starts thrusting in and out of you. You moan loudly, not bothering to even try to muffle the noise.

His pace quickens, pounding into you again and again. The moans are flowing out of you like water, and you hear him swear under his breath again. He continues to fuck you hard, dragging his sharp fingernails down the length of your back. You silently hoped it drew blood so you could be reminded of him every time your back stung. Your moan is more high pitched this time, the pain causing your vocal cords to constrict.

You shift to release one of your hands, placing your forearm over your head against the window. You try to reach down to rub your clit but Silco’s movements are faster, catching your wrist and bending your arm behind you.

"Not so fast. No touching until I give you permission," he growled in an assertive tone.

"Y-yes s-sir," you squeak, his thrusts forcing the words out in pieces. He continues, mixing smooth, long strokes with sharp thrusts, his dick filling you completely. "Fuck, please I'm so close, fuck me harder," you plead.

Doing the exact opposite he pulls all the way out of you swiftly, leaving you empty and whimpering once again. He turns you around to look at him.

"Do you think asking nicely is going to get you what you want?" he asks, voice low. You nod, trying desperately to pull him closer to you. He resists, and there's something almost animalistic in the way he stares down at you. "On any other day it might, but tonight you need to wait. Understood?"

You nod fervently, transfixed by his blue eye's gaze piercing through you like an icicle. His pupils are still dilated from the glitter, and you imagine yours are too. He smirks, kissing you deeply again. You feel his hands make their way down your back, stopping to squeeze your ass before lifting you up again as though you weighed nothing. Lips still locked with yours he carries you over to the couch again, sitting with you on his lap.

"Ride me," he says, a hungry look in his eyes. You shift to rest your knees on either side of him, raising yourself as you line up his dick with your dripping hole.

You slowly sink down with a breathy exhale, coming to rest with him buried deep inside you. Silco is breathing hard, letting out a quiet groan as you descend. You slowly roll your hips, partially to make sure you have good leverage and partially to see what his reaction will be. You're not sure what it is about that particular movement, but you're almost always rewarded with a moan when you fuck someone in this position.

Your tried and true method works once again, pulling a low moan from the man as his blue eye rolls back in his head. You grin as you thread your fingers through his hair and start riding him, bouncing on your knees.

"Shit!" Silco hissed, digging his nails into your hips. The heavenly pain causes you to gasp and you lean forward, kissing him with your hand still in his hair. The shift allows you to keep your upper body still as you use your back muscles to bounce your hips. Increasing the speed, you felt him moan into your mouth again.

Changing positions, Silco takes you in his arms and turns you so you're laying on your back. Kneeling on the couch with one foot on the floor, Silco raises your legs to his shoulders and slides a pillow under your back so your hips are slightly higher than your head. He tips his cock down slightly with his hand, finally penetrating you once again. The force and feeling causes you to cry out as he immediately begins jackhammering in and out of you.

As the knot in your belly grows tighter by the second, you can tell this is going to be the position that sends you over the edge. You let out a whimpering moan, clawing at the couch. You lock eyes with Silco again and he can tell you're close, and you pray he'll finally allow you release. Continuing to pound into you, you feel his grip on your legs tighten. You want to beg him to let you cum, but you're completely incoherent at this point so you don't even try.

"Cum for me darling," he gasps in between thrusts. His cheeks are flushed and his brow furrowed, tousled strands of dark hair framing his face.

Making eye contact you start to rub your clit, and it only takes a few seconds for you to climax. In pure ecstasy you scream out his name, gripping the sofa so tightly one of your nails punctures the fabric. The rhythmic contraction of your walls combined with the sight and sound of your orgasm causes him to moan, much louder than before. He slows his pace as you ride out the waves of your orgasm, but he doesn't stop. Once your breathing slows, he picks up the pace again. Silco always makes sure to leave his partner with no less than three orgasms.

With the same rhythm as before he pounds into you, the overstimulation almost too much to handle.

"Again," he demands, panting. You start rubbing your clit again, gentler this time as you’re still sensitive. Your second orgasm comes slower, but when it does it's even more intense than the first. Your eyes roll back as you release a deep, guttural moan. You hear Silco whisper "yes" as you cum again, this time stopping with his cock buried deep inside you.

"Gods, you're beautiful," he tells you, moving your legs off of his shoulders so he can kiss you. You smile against him, eyes fluttering open as he breaks the kiss.

"Be a good girl and bend over, ass up," he tells you, backing up a bit to let you move. Head spinning, you obediently flip over and lean over the arm of the couch, spread your cheeks for him. "Mm, beautiful," he repeats.

You feel the tip of his cock teasing your clit, and you try fruitlessly to rock back into him.

"Greedy little cock slut aren't you?" You hear him say behind you. "Are you sure you can handle it?" He asks. You nod feverishly, deciding to attempt to speak.

"Yes s-sir, please fuck m-ah!" Your last word morphing into a cry as he plunges inside you, smacking your bare ass and leaving a handprint. Wary of overstimulating you to the point of it being unenjoyable, he rolls his hips slowly, his cock sliding in and out of your wet cunt. Your uncontrollable moans match the timing of his thrusts, gradually increasing his speed until he's pounding you again.

"FUCK fuck fuck fuck please please, HARDER," you whine, reaching down to find your clit again. His hand beats you to it though, his warm fingers rubbing in small circles. You feel tears welling in your eyes as you continue to beg in between long, gasping moans. You're crying not out of pain, but out of sheer bliss.

You try to say his name again as you cum a third time, but all that comes out is a hiss followed by a crying scream. He continues pounding you as the tears flow down your cheeks, breath heaving.

"Gods, oh FUCK!" Silco moans, clawing at your back as he reaches his climax, releasing inside you with a final push.

Panting, he stabilizes himself with his arm on the back of the couch. Sliding out of you with a groan, Silco collapses back onto the couch, still breathing hard. After closing his eyes for a moment he stands, pulling his boxers back up and buttoning his pants while you catch your breath. He hands you a soft rag to clean yourself off with while he busies himself with finding his cigar box. Rolling so you're on your back, you do your best to wipe the tears, drool and sweat off your face, as well as soaking up the small pool of cum that has dripped out of you. As he sits back down, Silco watches you from the corner of his good eye. He clips the end of a cigar and lights it, using his unoccupied hand to smooth back the loose, damp strands of hair from his forehead.

He's so beautiful, you think, watching as he takes a long drag from the cigar, head tipped back and bare chest swelling as the smoke fills his lungs. He exhales, blowing a ring of smoke towards the ceiling. He passes you the cigar, and your hand shakes as you reach for it. You can only imagine what would happen if you actually tried to stand.

"That was fantastic love," he hums, head lolling to the side as he watches you suck on the cigar. You let the smoke flow out of your mouth and suck it back in through your nose. You return the cigar.

"No one has ever been able to make me cum like that," you confess, meeting his gaze. His blue eye was half closed, the fatigue of the activity setting in. He raised his eyebrow.

"Is that so?" He challenges. You nod. "Well then, I ought to tell you, no one has ever been able to make me moan like that." A pale blush blooms on his cheeks and you smile, blushing as well.

“I’m sure it was just the glitter,” you say quietly as you look away, doubting the truth of the man’s statement. Silco shook his head.

"No darling, it was you,” he confirmed, placing his hand on your cheek. You raise your eyes to look at him. His expression is soft, almost tender as he looks into your eyes. “I would very much like to break this record we've just set, if you'll have me," he commented nonchalantly, retracting his hand from your face. Your smile broadens as the possibilities run through your mind.

"That can be arranged," you reply, smirking. You do your best to match his tone, but you can't keep the excitement from your eyes. Silco smiles back at you.

"For now though, um, can you help me find my clothes?" You ask, standing up. Looking around the room, you spot your pants on the floor, but the other 2 articles of clothing are nowhere to be seen. Still sitting, Silco takes your hand in his.

"What's your hurry?" He asks, still smiling softly. "Stay with me for a while."

[gentrychild]

My friend telling me how wild the Bakusquad is and how they'll totally help each other bury a body.

Me: True! Most definitely!

My friend telling me Dekusquad will probably help each other with arts and crafts.

Me: Very cute image! Also very true!

My friend telling me Dekusqaud is too pure to commit crimes.

Me remembering Uraraka being competitive to the extreme and 100% willing to drop buildings on her enemies, and the ultimate straight man Tsuyu Asui. Me remembering that Iida actually attempted murder for revenge. Me remembering Shouto is a Todoroki(tm) and izuku's Ride or Die friend. Me remembering what happened to Overhaul and the feralness of Izuku against Afogaraki. Me remembering that Midoriya Izuku is a wanted mass murderer......

Me : Yeah you're totally right they'll never actually get caught committing crimes too pure heheheheh

Dekusquad:

Uraraka is competitive to the extreme and is extremely good at hand to hand combat.

Iida once tried to murder a man in cold blood.

Todoroki canonically said that he spared villains at the USJ because it would be a black spot on his record. And, as you said, he is a Todoroki.

He also called the Hosu chief of police a damn mutt. To his face.

As for Izuku... Listen, I know some people are not noticing this trend because his opponents usually come out of the fight alive... but you do realize he has shown time and time again that he didn’t hesitate to use lethal force again villains, right?

He tried to use OFA 100% against Shigaraki at the USJ and if the noumu hadn’t blocked it, Shiggy would have been turned into chunky salsa. It’s as simple as that.

Before Izuku learned Full Cowl, he pointedly punched in the direction of the roof in his fight with Bakugou and he actually had to focus like crazy in order to punch Todoroki during the Sport Festival. Don’t tell me he doesn’t realize that his quirk is lethal.

He wasn’t holding back against Muscular, who survived because he is super tough. And before he went Full Cowl 100% against Overhaul, he tried to murder him with a big rock. And I won’t even talk about his fight with Shigaraki during the war arc.

I will argue that Tsuyu is the less likely to commit a crime but it’s because she is too sensible for that, not because she lacks the skills.

Except Tsuyu, all of them could and would kill someone.

If Iida kills someone, he would surrender but if you play your cards right, he would help you bury a dead body.

All of them know not to call Tsuyu to bury a dead body because she already made it clear before Kamino that she isn’t a rule-breaker. However, she probably wouldn’t snitch.

Bakusquad:

It includes Bakugou, who goes to bed at 9 PM, freaks out when someone smokes next to him because he is afraid it will go on his record, and despite screaming “DIE!” once every twenty minutes, has never committed to the deed. Weak. Would refuse to break any rules.

Kirishima, who is so nice that he once got sucker punched by a guy 10 times weaker than him because he was listening to his sad story. Would not kill anyone. Would however help you hide a body.

Kaminari: would probably fry his brain before he has the time to actually kill someone. Will help a friend bury a dead body but would fold like a wet blanket after five minutes of interrogation or one mean look from Aizawa. Does not recommend.

Mina: wouldn’t kill anyone on purpose but could do it accidentally. Perfect friend to call if you have a body to take care of because she won’t need to bury it. Would keep the secret to her grave.

Sero: would kill someone on purpose. You wouldn’t call him to bury a dead body because he is beneath suspicion but he could do it and the body would never be found again.

[leggerefiore]

Have you done anything for grimsley yet 👀 the submas jealousy drabble reminded me that he exists I love that weird gambling man…maybe some general romantic headcanons for him? Thank you!

i have not anon, my gambling husband has been ignored in favour of the train husbands... let's amend that.

♠Grimsley♥

♤ He's a strange guy to date, for sure. Occasionally, he feels like a glorified roommate than a lover. He's like a cat when it comes to affection. Sometimes, he's all over you and literally will not leave you alone, while at others he's full on 'do not touch me'. (Like an affectionate cat, he also bites. It's never anything mean, though. )

♡ He's busy with league work often, and usually disappears without warning. You have to call him multiple times just to get an answer, and he apologises for it. He gets so caught up in his work that he forgets about you. You'll either grow used to it or talk to him about. If you do talk to him about, he's better about leaving notes or texts. It was never his intention to cause you any emotional turmoil.

◇ He knows he looks pretty frightening and uses it to his advantage to scare off anyone who's interested. No one gets too flirty with you before they deal with his leering and unsettling smirk. He is the jealous type, as he knows how beautiful you are. Anyone would be stupid to not gamble for your attention. A bit possessive, watch out for his teeth.

♧ Indifferent to PDA for the most part, and it plays back inconsistency with affection in general. Sometimes, he's glued to your side with an arm around your waist, while at others you seem like complete strangers. Don't think for a second he doesn't love you, he's just feeling detached for now. It will eventually go away, and he's back to acting like he'll die if he doesn't have a hand on you.

♤ He shows his love with gift giving and time together. He's a busy guy, so him slowing down and giving you hit time means he likes you a lot. Whenever he's out and sees something that he knows you'll like, he'll buy it without hesitation and bring it home to you. You're on his mind constantly, as much as he hates to admit it. It's a bit terrifying that he has someone so important to him. (Someone could use his affections toward you to hurt him. What if they hurt you? The thought haunts him.)

♡ Teaches you card games! You quickly become convinced he's cheating, but he assures you he's not. He proceeds to put down a royal flush during your poker game, and you do not believe him one bit. Grimsley is a nice guy; however, he lets you win a few times (so you don't stop playing with him). Also, definitely, cheated at Monopoly. You have no idea why you let him be the banker. (Also, play board games with him. He's pretty good at them and gets overly competitive. Never will you see a more passionate scrabble player.)

◇ You've 100% been to a casino (as his arm candy basically) and seeing him active in his secondary profession is unbelievable. His calls are quick, he determines bluffs with ease, probabilities are broken down in his head frighteningly fast. You begin to think he might not have been cheating. His concentrated face is entrancing, you'll find yourself hypnotised should you stare too long.

♧ If you were a trainer, he demands at least one battle out of you. It's a wonderful way to read somebody and see unexpected sides of people. The Elite Four member does not go easy on you. He's bitter, yet amused if you win. You're a better trainer than he first expected, and now he has to know more about your style. If you lose, he has his signature smug smirk but offers to train you. Your potential is unmistakable to him, and he wants to see you grow.

♤ Overall, he's a strange guy who sends mixed signals, but does actually love and care for you. Grimsley just had odd quirks and ways of showing it. Communication is important with him, but you'll be left wondering if he'll listen. (He brings you an expensive gift if you tell him that. It's something that you had only mentioned in passing, so it proves he is listening. At least, a little.)

[kingkatsuki]

It’s late, I’m exhausted to the point of loopy, and all I can think of is one thing. And trust me, this is big because I don’t let anyone, and I mean ANYONE, touch my neck. So I brought it here to you because I couldn’t keep it to myself, so do with it what you will!

DILF Bakugou. I’m thinking mid 30’s+? He’s not with his kids mom for whatever reason, and you’ve been the BIGGEST help for him. You’re not the babysitter, another pro hero actually, one who has caught his eye from day one. You bring him meals to take home to his kids after a long day being a kickass pro hero of course. You come over when you’ve got the time, helping with the kids, with housework, even though there’s a nanny, etc etc.

Doing all this purely out of desire to help, because you see the way his face shifts when he hears someone say one of his kids names, or when he sees a picture of them on his phone or desk. You’ve been in love with this man the whole time, but kept it to yourself because you didn’t want to complicate things and he’s got enough on his plate as it is. What you don’t know, is the way he looks at you when you’re not paying attention. The way you take over his mind, with your sweetness, your helpfulness, the way you don’t take his shit, throwing it right back at him. And he’s falling for you, too, fast and hard and he doesn’t know how to say it but he’s always been the type to get what he wants when he wants it.

So another pro flirts with you one day, and you’re mid-sentence of shutting them down, and he just places that big, strong hand of his on the back of your neck as he comes to your side, mouth flatlined but eyes a promise of violence. The pro shuts up and is gone without finishing their apology. And you thank him, even if you had it handled, because his hand on the back of your neck is so warm, so nice, so possessive. And it’s completely made your mind mush.

And he still doesn’t say anything just yet, but anytime you are near, whether it be at the agency, in public, or at his home, he subconsciously reaches for you, hand cupping the back of your neck and pulling you closer. At first not into his side, but quickly it evolves into him pulling you flush against him. And you just melt into his hands. You, the sweet, sassy, fierce pro-hero thats in your early twenties. He doesn’t even care what people would think, he didn’t as a kid why would he now?

You decide to bring it up one evening as you two are sitting at the kitchen counter after the kids are in bed, and he simply says “Gotta show people what’s mine”. After a brief discussion, it’s official. You’re his. He’s yours.

I 100% believe he’s the type to mark, in whatever manner you are comfortable with. Visible hickeys or bites, or even simply a necklace with his name or a charm bracelet with explosions or something. There’s no doubt in anyone’s minds, you two are together. And yeah, the holding the back of your neck thing sticks around. It’s simple, but it’s soothing, for both of you.

I think about this a lot, because obviously his quirk is secreting a nitroglycerin-like substance from his palms. So when his palms heat up and he sets off an explosion it’s an intense heat from his palms, right? So his skin (or at the very least his palms/arms) must have some sort of flame retardant or protection to stop him from getting burnt. (I say arms too because he does dumb shit like blowing up bins full of shit😭😂 in the manga)

So I wonder what his wedding ring would be made out of? It would have to be something that can withstand intense heat without melting or disjointing.. and it must be something that can stay on his hands even throughout his lifestyle? Unless… he wears his wedding band around his neck? Because that way he keeps his promise to you close to his heart? Like imagine the chain being the exact length that means it hangs right where his heart is?

Or maybe he gets it tattooed around his finger because he’s that certain about you, he knows that there’s no one else for him so he commits that to you by inking his skin for life—

Anyway, once again I completely hijack someone’s ask I am so sorry😭😅

I just really loved this, I feel like it would be such a comforting movement for both of you? Like when he’s feeling stressed or angry he places a warm palm on the back of your neck and it just grounds both of you? Like it synergises your energies and it calms you both down?

Plus, it’s his subtle way of warning others that you belong to him. Imagine how massive and scarred his palms would be too? God🥵

[sergeantxrogers]

| till forever falls apart |

Summary: The history of you and Steven Grant Rogers.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x f!reader

Word count: 4.7k

Warnings: 18+ (smut!! at the part denoted with a *), angst obviously, crying, swearing, again just a lot of heartbreak

Part 1 can be read here, part 2 can be read here. This can also be read on its own without reading the previous parts. 

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out on our own dreaming in a world that we both know is out of our control but if shit hits the fan we’re not alone

2015

“So, you here for the bride or the groom?”

The deep timbre of the voice behind you made you turn around in your bar stool. 

Your eyes caught blue irises and blond hair, sharp nose and soft lips on a clean-shaven face. Shoulders enveloped in a blue dress shirt, sleeves rolled up to the elbows. A smile played on your face as you stirred the straw in your martini aimlessly. 

“That depends,” you teased. “Who, exactly, are the bride and groom?”

His lips tugged into a smile at your question, eyebrows raising slightly. 

“Obviously Tony’s the bride,” he joked, and you couldn’t help but smirk at the thought.

“And the groom?”

“Oh, Banner, 100%.”

You laughed, shaking your head in amusement. You reached behind you and set your martini down on the bar. You brought your hand back, putting it out in front of you for a handshake. 

“I’m Y/N,” you said with a sly smile, eyeing him closely. He nodded once, slowly, and shook your hand softly. Despite the cool summer air travelling throughout the Stark Tower, causing occasional goosebumps to raise the hair on your arms, his hand was warm. 

“Steve,” he said, and your eyebrows quirked up. 

“Yeah, pretty boy, I know who you are.”

A smile broke out on Steve’s face, and he let out an amused chuckle. 

“Hard to miss the perfect posture,” you shrugged, turning back towards the bar. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw him take a seat on the stool beside you. A quick nod to the bartender had him a beer in his hand in mere seconds. Watching him take a swig under your lashes, you bit back your smile as he turned towards you, leaning an arm on the bar. 

“You never answered.”

“Hmm?” you hummed, lifting your head.

“What’s a lady like you doing at one of Stark’s parties?”

You raised a brow at his question. “And what’s that supposed to mean?”

Steve smiled with his eyes closed, giving you a small shake of his head. 

“I just meant- you seem like a nice girl. Normal, and normal people usually don’t come to Tony’s parties unless they’re forced to.”

You hummed and smiled, sipping on your martini. “I see.”

Steve sighed, watching you intently, waiting for an answer.

Your eyes flicked back and forth between the martini beneath your nose and his blue eyes that seemed to glimmer under the dim overhead lights. 

“Well,” you finally gave in, “I hate to say you’re right. I’m here on work duties, or whatever.”

At Steve’s slightly confused expression, you continued. 

“You see that guy over there?” you asked, pointing subtly at someone behind Steve, and he looked over his shoulder. 

“That guy in the suit?” he questioned, and you hummed in confirmation. The man you had pointed to was in a gray suit, thin hair combed over in a terrible attempt to cover a large bald spot on the top of his head, whiskey in his hand. 

“That’s my boss. News reporter or something, I’m just his assistant, so whenever he goes to these things I have to go with him.”

Steve turned back to you, nodding in understanding. “I get it. That’s why you’re sitting here all pretty and alone?”

A blush crept up your neck and tinged your ears, and you thanked whoever was listening above for the dim lighting. 

“Guess so,” you said softly, smiling at him and dropping your eyes back down to your now empty glass. 

He noticed, and called the bartender over for another. You watched the way his muscles moved underneath the thin material of his shirt as he raised his arm, and you willed yourself to tear your gaze away from him when he turned his attention back to you.

“You know,” he started, eyes slightly squinted as he watched you, “I think my friends would like you.” 

You swallowed the sip of your fresh martini harshly when his words reached your ears, and you choked back the cough that almost left your lips as you stared at him. 

“Friends?”

“Yeah,” he nodded. “The rest of the team.”

“Team, as in...”

“Yes, team as in the Avengers,” he confirmed, and you took in a deep breath. 

“Sure.”

__________

A loud laugh escaped you as Tony grunted, lifting his leg up onto the glass table, pulling at the hammer settled on top of it. 

“It’s not gonna work, Tone,” Rhodey said through a chuckle of his own, and Tony dropped his hands in frustration, a bead of sweat rolling down his forehead. 

Thor bellowed, a happy laugh coming from deep in his chest at Tony’s disappointment. He caught your eyes, and the smile on your face faded when he gestured for you to try. 

“Oh, no no no,” you shook your head quickly, slightly dizzy from your fourth martini as you held your hands out in front of you. “No way.”

“Why not, honey, just go for it,” Natasha nudged your arm, sitting next to you, throwing back her second beer. 

“And pull a muscle? No thank you,” you said in disbelief, and Steve chuckled.

“Here,” he said, lifting himself from the couch, “I’ll try.”

Your eyes followed his figure as he rolled his sleeves further up his arms. He caught your gaze and winked, causing a rush of blood to your cheeks, making you look away with a coy smile. Steve cleared his throat and gripped the handle of the hammer. With a grunt and a wince, he pulled. 

The veins in his arms strained, and you were so focused on the muscles tugging his shirt that you almost missed the tiny lift of the hammer off the table, making a small scraping noise. Your eyes widened at the sound, and quickly flicked to Thor. You saw a flash of panic wash over his face, his smile faltering, until Steve let out a heavy breath and shrugged in defeat. Thor laughed with the rest of the team, and you watched Steve go back to his seat. 

“Guess you’re not worthy, Rogers.”

“None of you are worthy, I already told you,” Thor smiled with a casual shrug, and you smiled.

“Yeah, yeah, very funny,” Steve rolled his eyes playfully, and threw a look at Clint. 

“Let’s see you try, arrow boy.”

Clint opened his mouth in false offense, and you held back a giggle.

“Excuse me-”

A harsh buzz sounded throughout the tower, cutting off Clint’s words, causing you to wince and cover your ears. A low hum echoed from the hall, and you felt your pulse slightly pick up pace. 

“No...”

The voice came from behind you, and sent shivers down your spine as soon as it hit your ears. You got up from your spot on the couch, making your way towards Steve who was already waiting for you with an outstretched hand. You took it, and he pulled you behind him, covering your body with his. Only then did you get a look at the source of the voice: one of Tony’s suits, painfully mangled in all the wrong places, leaking a fluid you couldn’t recognize. 

“How could you be worthy?” it continued, your body shivering at the sound. “You’re all killers.”

You froze in fear, hand gripping onto the back of Steve’s shirt for dear life, feeling his back go tense with nerves.

“Stark-” 

“Jarvis-” came Tony’s slightly worried tone.

“I’m sorry, I was asleep,” the suit drawled, mechanical head turning left and right, taking in it’s surroundings. “I was... I was a dream.”

His head snapped back towards the team with the last word, Tony keeping a weary eye on him as he fumbled with his tech pad, muttering words into it that you couldn’t understand or be bothered to wonder about at the moment. 

“There was this... terrible noise,” his deep voice carried through the empty tower. You glanced at Bruce and Natasha, both of them watching the robot with dangerous concern. “I was tangled in- in strings.”

“Had to kill the other guy,” he said with eerie casualness, waving his mangled arm in the general direction from which he came. “He was a good guy.”

“You killed someone?” Steve asked carefully, arm still in front of you, and you felt his back vibrate with each word he spoke, bringing you a sense of security. 

“Wouldn’t have been my first call, but down in the real world we’re... faced with ugly choices.”

“Who sent you?” Thor asked in caution, eyes narrowed at the faulty suit.  

The robot leaned its head forward slightly, and suddenly, Tony’s voice could be heard on a recording.

“I see a suit of armor around the world.”

Bruce’s head whipped around to look at Tony. 

“Ultron,” he said simply, as if in realization. 

“In the flesh,” came the robot’s voice, almost proud of himself. “Or, no, not yet. Not this... Christmas, but I’m ready.”

You saw Thor’s grip tighten around his hammer, that you hadn’t even seen him pick up, and heard the soft click of Hill’s gun. She stood up slowly from her spot, watching the robot- Ultron- hesitantly. 

“I’m on mission,” Ultron continued.

“What mission?” Natasha asked.

After a split second of silence, his head turned back to the group. 

“Peace in our time.”

Everything happened at once, as soon as the words were in the air. 

Your brain blocked out everything except the body in front of you. Steve kicked the table up, just in time to block the path of the other suits, and threw his body over yours. You yelped in surprise and fear as the two of you fell, tumbling down the stairs behind you. 

At the bottom of the stairs, you laid on the ground underneath Steve, who was searching your face and body for any signs of pain or injury.

“Are you okay?” he asked worriedly, eyebrows furrowed as you nodded your head frantically at him, heart pounding loudly. 

“I’m- I’m fine,” you stammered, and a loud crash, followed by the sound of a yell and broken glass tore Steve’s gaze away from you, his attention now on the fight behind him. 

“Go hide, I’ll be back for you,” he told you urgently, and you started to shake your head in protest.

“I’m not leaving you, what if something happens-”

Steve cut you off with a finger pressed to your lips, and you breathed heavily, adrenaline coursing through your veins.

“Rogers!” came an urgent yell from Sam, and Steve pleaded with his eyes for you to go. 

“I won’t let anything happen to you, I promise,” he said in a low voice, and you nodded with no time to think about it. As you scrambled to your feet, Steve gave you a solid nod, before the two of you ran off in opposite directions.

As you ran, you only had one thought on your mind: I’m so quitting my stupid job if I survive this.

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‘cause you’ve got me and you know that i’ve got you and i know if the tide takes california i’m so glad i got to hold you

2016

A loud yell of your name followed by a cry for help made you snap your head up, pulling your attention from the notes you were studying. 

Groans and hisses came from the hallway by your door, and you scrambled up from your couch to see Steve enter your house with a very weak Bucky Barnes hung over his arm. 

You stood speechless, watching the two men struggle to make their way into your small living room, tracking dirt and blood on the floor behind themselves. You eyes watched in horror as you realized Bucky’s left arm was missing, blood covering his face and matting his hair. He let out a grunt as he fell against your couch, leaving smears of red wherever he touched. 

You looked at Steve, and your heart nearly stopped when you noticed he wasn’t looking any better, A bruise was already forming around his eye, dried blood underneath his nose, a split lip and sweat dripping down his face. His hair was matted and messy, almost black with dirt and something else you really hoped wasn’t his own blood. 

When his tired eyes met yours, you snapped back into life.

“Steve, what the actual fuck-”

“Y/N,” he interrupted you in a hoarse voice, but it was like you couldn’t hear him. 

Eyes bouncing back and forth between him and Bucky, your ears ringing as you took them in, you turned back to him in disbelief and worry.

“What happened?”

He opened his mouth to answer, but you asked another question before he could.

“What happened to Bucky’s arm? Why are you covered in blood? Is it yours? Oh God, it’s yours, isn’t it-”

A fresh roll of panic was just about to take over you before Steve interrupted you again, this time louder.

“Hey.”

You calmed yourself enough to go quiet, looking at him expectantly. 

“We’re... not friends with Tony anymore,” he said simply, voice defeated as his eyes dropped to the ground. 

Realization dawned on you as you put two and two together. Before that thought had even fully registered in your mind, another one occurred.

“So why the hell would you bring him to my house, of all places?!” you asked in a shaky voice, pointing a finger at Bucky’s half-conscious body breathing heavily on your couch. “Why not the hospital? Don’t you guys have doctor friends, or something?”

Steve shook his head, staring at the floor, and took a step towards you, grabbing your hands in his bruised ones. 

“Because I need your help,” he said simply, eyes boring into yours, filled with exhaustion. 

“Wha... huh?”

“You have contact with Shuri, don’t you?”

You furrowed your brows, puzzled at his question, but nodded nevertheless. 

“Yeah, why?”

“Like I said, I need your help.”

You took in a deep breath, stare switching back and forth from Steve to Bucky, and you exhaled slowly. Steve took that as a sign of acceptance, and gave you a soft, broken smile. Even battered and bruised, the sight of his smile took your breath away and made a warmth bloom deep  in your chest.

“I’ll help you,” you confirmed, and he squeezed your hands in his.

“I knew you would. ‘Cause you’re my best girl.”

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and if the sky falls  from heaven above oh, i know i had the best time falling into love

2017*

There were few moments in life when you felt as truly at peace as you did when you were like this. 

The rain trickled down the windows, and you watched the raindrops race down to the ledge as you laid on your side. Rainy mornings weren’t exactly always ideal, but they were what the Irish countryside offered, and as long as you were safe, you didn’t really mind them. 

A heavy arm curled itself around your waist, pulling you back until you hit a hard chest. You smiled when he buried his face into your neck, sighing contently. 

His lips placed kisses on your skin, travelling down your neck and over your shoulder, and you giggled and squirmed slightly at the ticklish feeling.

“What is it?” Steve asked in a deep, amused voice that sent chills through your body. 

“Nothing, I just don’t think I’ll ever get used to that.”

“Hm. The beard?”

You turned around to lay on your back, looking up at him as he smiled down at you sleepily. 

“Yeah,” you nodded, bringing a hand up to his cheek.

“So should I get rid of it?”

“No-” you answered almost immediately, and felt your cheeks burn when Steve gave you an entertained look.

“I didn’t say I didn’t like it, babe,” you pressed, bringing one of his hands up to your lips, pressing a kiss to his palm. “In fact, I love it.”

He watched you closely, a smile growing on his face as he brushed a thumb across your bottom lip. 

“You know how happy I am you came to that stupid party?” he asked quietly.

“You mean when I almost died?”

“Yes, but you didn’t.”

“Yes, but I almost did-”

“But you didn’t,” Steve pressed, gripping your jaw in his hand. 

You nodded at him, suddenly acutely aware of his bare chest next to you, hard thigh pressed between your legs, sheets tangled around you both. Shifting your position, he let out a soft groan, closing his eyes, and you realized you had unintentionally rubbed yourself against him. 

You bit your lip, cringing slightly as you attempted to save the situation by shuffling away again, but as soon as you started to move, Steve’s hand on your jaw tightened, and you froze. When he opened his eyes, his pupils were blown wide and he stared at you intently. 

“I swear to God,” he breathed, “if you don’t stop moving I’m gonna ruin you.”

The breath you had taken got caught in your throat, and you swallowed thickly. 

“Yes, sir,” you whispered. 

Those were the two words that flipped the switch in him, a slight growl emitting from his chest as he climbed on top of you, trapping you between his legs. 

“Steve-” you began, but the sudden twitch of his fingers on your jaw silenced you. 

He raised his brows at you in expectancy, and you bit the inside of your cheek before speaking again.

“Sir, I didn’t mean to-”

“What?” he chipped in. “Didn’t mean to what?”

You stayed silent, letting him grab your wrists, pinning your hands above your head with his own hand. You squirmed slightly underneath him, body begging to be touched somewhere, preferably below the neck, and Steve smirked down at you. 

“What is it, baby? Need something?”

His voice dropped an octave, sending shockwaves through your body. You nodded, as much as his hand allowed you to, and he hummed in amusement. 

“Tell me what you need, and maybe you’ll get it.”

The patronizing tone of his voice made you arch your back into his torso with a quiet whine, and he clicked his tongue, frowning in disappointment. 

“Use your words, baby.”

“Need... need you, so bad,” you whimpered, breath going shallow when Steve dropped his head down to lick and nip at the column of your throat. 

He hummed, almost in agreement, and placed a soft kiss to your neck before lifting his head. 

“Poor baby,” he pouted. “Barely even touched you anywhere and you’re already gone.”

You hated him because you knew he was right. He hadn’t even done anything significant yet and your head was already dizzy with all things Steve. 

“Please.”

The word left your mouth in a whisper, your voice missing the strength to go any louder. 

Steve grinded his hips into yours, still clothed in just his boxer briefs, and you let out a shaky breath. You lifted your own hips to meet his, searching for more relief, when his hand left your jaw and pushed your stomach down. 

A groan left your lips at the loss of contact and you looked up at him with pleading eyes. 

“You excited, huh?” he asked, hand tracing miscellaneous shapes on your stomach, getting dangerously closer and closer to your panties. Nodding your head frantically, you could vaguely register a voice in the back of your head scolding you for so easily falling apart at his fingertips. 

Steve’s fingers teased you, dipping into the hem of your panties and tracing the skin there lightly. Your wrists tensed against his hold, fingers itching to touch him, feel him, and he just wouldn’t let you. Not yet, at least. 

“You’re so good to me, baby, so responsive,” he muttered, more to himself, as he pushed his hand further into your panties, dragging a finger along your slit.

“So, so good,” he whispered, closing his eyes when you let out a moan. Your hips bucked up, pushing into his touch, and he allowed them to, finger circling your clit lazily.

“M-more,” you stammered, legs spreading further apart of their own accord. 

“More?” Steve echoed, slowing his movements against your clit almost to a standstill, and you lifted your head up to look at him. 

“More, please,” you corrected yourself as soon as realization hit you, and he gave you a proud smile, dipping a finger deep into you.

“Good girl.”

A wave of lust washed over you and you sighed deeply, eyes closed, when Steve’s finger travelled back up to your clit. All of a sudden, his hand was gone and you snapped your eyes open to see him bringing his fingers up to his mouth, sucking them clean, and your mouth fell open at the sight. 

“So wet, darlin’, and it’s all for me, isn’t it?”

He received a nod of confirmation, and he landed a harsh slap against your thigh. You hissed, following the sound with a whine, shutting your eyes.

“Use your words.”

“Y-yes,” you stuttered, hands tugging against his grip, “all for you, sir.”

A deep hum reverberated in his chest above you, clearly satisfied with your answer. You felt a tug around your hips, then heard the sound of fabric ripping, and it was only when you felt a cool breeze hit your pussy that you opened your eyes and realized he had ripped your panties off. Stupid serum. 

The iron grip he had on your wrists left as he dropped himself down between your legs. He looked up at you under his lashes, and you groaned at the sight. Bringing your hands down to tangle your fingers in his hair, Steve pressed a wet kiss right above your clit, and your legs twitched.

“P-please... please, no more teasing, please,” you begged, chest heaving with heavy breaths.

Steve said nothing, instead opting to reply by licking a hot, heavy strip up your pussy with a flat tongue. Your eyes rolled back at the contact, and your fingers tightened their grip in his hair, pushing him further between your legs. 

“Yes yes yes, oh my God, yes,” you babbled mindlessly, Steve’s tongue burying itself inside you, nose nudging your clit softly with every movement he made. 

His hands travelled down your thighs to throw your legs over his shoulders, before going back to grip your hips. Your back lifted off the bed at the feeling of his beard leaving a burning scratch on the insides of your thighs. Steve’s tongue traced your clit, and he nipped at it with his teeth, eliciting a yelp from you. The familiar coil of an orgasm tightened in your stomach, and your toes curled, Steve’s grip tightening on your hips. There would definitely be bruises later, but the thought of them made you moan, a breathy sound from the back of your throat. 

In tune with your body, and the telltale signs of your orgasms, Steve brought a hand to your pussy, rubbing your clit with his thumb as he hummed deeply against you. That was all it took for you to throw your head back, letting out a loud moan of his name as your legs went numb, eyes screwed shut, hands never loosening their grip on his hair, as your orgasm took over your body.

You panted as you came down from your high, fingers finally leaving Steve’s hair, now messy, and he lifted himself back up so his eyes were level with yours. 

Breathing heavily, you smiled up at him in a daze, eyes slightly glazed over, and he leaned down to press a kiss to your lips. You hummed shortly when you lasted yourself on his tongue, sighing into the kiss at the feeling of his fingers caressing your thigh beside him. 

“You know I love you, right?” he asked after he pulled away from you, and you nodded.

“I know. I love you too.”

“Good, because I’m not done with you, and when I am finished, you’re gonna think I hate you.”

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we’ve been living on a fault line and for a while you were all mine i’ve spent a lifetime giving you my heart i swear that i’ll be yours forever till forever falls apart

2018

The slam of the back door and the sound of heavy footsteps made you peak your head out the kitchen. You found Steve walking towards you, large frame filling up the small space of your Irish cottage. 

“Hi, sweetie,” you greeted, smiling warmly at him when he stepped into the kitchen. He smiled back, wrapping his arms around you from behind. One, two, three kisses to your neck, and you giggled, craning your neck away from him. 

“Stevie, baby, stop. I’m gonna burn myself.”

“Mmm,” he mused into your neck. “What smells so good?”

You smiled proudly, pulling off the oven mitts on your hands, and turned around in his arms, wrapping your own around his neck. 

“I made that blueberry pie you love so much,” you said, brushing his hair back from his eyes as you looked into them.

“With the berries from the market?”

“Yes, honey, with the berries from the market,” you confirmed with a slight chuckle, and he smiled softly down at you, pulling you in by your chin for a sweet kiss. 

“That’s great, baby...”

The trail off of his voice gave you the sense that there was more he wanted to say, so you lifted a brow and shook your head in expectance.

“But...?”

“But... I don’t think we’ll have time to eat it,” he said with a slight wince. 

“Uh... why not?”

Steve sighed, fingers stroking up and down your spine as he held you, and he looked to the side.

“I got a call,” he muttered after a moment’s silence. 

You stared at him, words hanging heavy in the air. You knew what that meant. He had warned you too many times for you not to know. You swallowed back the lump in your throat, the tiny kitchen all of a sudden becoming even smaller, clustered by the tension. 

“Oh,” you said lamely. 

“And it’s... probably the most important one I’ve ever gotten.”

You gave him a slow nod, letting him know you understood, and he buried himself in your arms, head resting against your shoulder. You stood on your tippy toes, rubbing a comforting hand across his back as he sighed into your neck. 

“I have to go,” he whispered against your skin, and tears pricked your eyes. “I have to help them, this is serious.”

You nodded again, quickly, trying to steady your breathing to avoid crying but it was too late, tears already making their way down your cheeks as you hugged him tighter. 

“I know, I know,” you whispered. “I know you wouldn’t go unless you absolutely had to.”

Your attempts to reassure him fell flat when he pulled back and saw your tear-streaked face, at which his own eyes started watering.

“We said no crying, remember?” Steve reminded, brushing away your tears as he held your face in his hands, a tear rolling down his own cheek.

“Yeah, yes, sorry,” you said shakily, blinking rapidly and pulling your head away, suddenly feeling too hot in the small kitchen. 

“I’ll help you pack,” you smiled up at him, squeezing his hand tightly as you looked at him through watery vision. 

A heavy sigh left his lips.

The blueberry pie was left forgotten on the stovetop.

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we never had it from the start till death do us part

2024

Your call has been forwarded to an automated voice messaging system. At the tone, please record your message.

“Hey, honey, it’s Sam. Calling again to check up on you. I know things have been... tough lately, with the funeral being tomorrow and all that. We’d still love it if you came, Buck and me. Steve would’ve wanted it too, even if it doesn’t feel like it. You still meant a lot to him, ya know. Anyways... call me back when you get the chance. Love ya.”

“Hi, doll, how ya doin’? I hope you’re okay, it’s tough these days, I know, but I think it would help if we talked about it. It’s Bucky, by the way. I know it hurts, sweetheart, I really do. But I don’t think it would be fair to either of you if you didn’t show up tomorrow. At least think about it, alright? It would mean a lot to me if you showed up. Bye, you beautiful girl, call me as soon as you get this. I love you.”

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