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urlocalnonbinarybastardwrites · 7 months ago

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HEYYY you alr know i love you and your blogs SM🥰🥰anyways could you ship me w an outsiders character pls?

i go by she/her pronouns and i am straight btw!

looks: i’m 15 (almost 16😭) 5’7, with an athletic body type and wavy medium blonde hair that i usually blow out in curls, expressive brown eyes, kinda chubbier cheeks, and suntanned skin

personality: obv you already know me bestie but anyways, i am pretty smart☝️🤓, im quick to laugh and to smile, and i don’t really take myself all that seriously. i am an introvert at first but once someone else starts a conversation im automatically like best friends w them. im told i can’t hide my emotions like at all😭. i love to take care of people and am def the therapist friend in my group

hobbies/interests: i love photography and like still life/sports photos the best. i also like sports med which is so random ik but 🤷‍♀️ i just enjoy helping people. i really like cooking too. i play the piano all the time, i used to take lessons but now i just self teach the songs i wanna learn. i do enjoy reading but i prefer classics compared to more modern books.

fun facts: ermmm i love you bestie🥰also dally is my fave but i prob won’t get him realistically but THATS OK🙏🙏anyways byeeee

Your Outsiders Ship: Ponyboy Curtis

(yeah I’m sorry I’m not putting you with dal- I don’t want to pay for your therapy /jjjj)

Explanation: I think whenever he saw you, he thought you were like very, very gorgeous. He thought you were one of those athletic girls that would maybe be a little bit too good for him, but he still wanted to shoot his shot anyway. He really loves the color of your hair and I think that he’s definitely written poetry about how pretty you are and then never actually showed it to you because he’s so embarrassed of it. he almost thinks that you’re a dream because of the fact that you can are so perfect for him. You’re really kind which he always adores as a quality in someone because the world is already so unfair and cruel. Why can’t there be more people like you and that’s something that I think he would wonder consistently you’re also very smart and get good grades so I think he would love talking about things with you and like study dates would absolutely be something very common in your relationship: and he would love discussing tests or whenever you guys go into English together I think that he would like discussing the novel that you both read and make jokes about it with you. I don’t know. I just really see you guys being kind of academically based, but nothing too extreme like you don’t always do study dates and things like that. I just think you guys would find your classes, genuinely interesting and be able to relate to that and kind of a way that no one else in the gang can. I also think that he takes pride in making you laugh like if he can make you laugh or smile he’ll he’ll feel so good about himself. He will like I don’t know. It just makes his chest up. He’s just very very happy whenever he can do that. I also think that he would love talking his problems out with you and you would be a very great listener and that’s one of the reasons you guys make such a great couple is you’re not too afraid to express your feelings and neither is he and I feel like you guys would get into minimal fights because of this and he feels very comfortable being able to talk about literally anything with you just like Johnny or Cherry he feels that way about you too. He can talk about nearly anything he wants and he feels free to not be judged. It was just something kind of rare in his life that you can give him. I also think that he thinks it’s hilarious. You can’t hide your feelings at all and really deeply appreciates that because he’s so used to masking his own feelings and hiding his own feelings about certain things and being told to not be so sensitive so he finds it insanely refreshing that you never hide your feelings. I feel like he would also love photography and would love taking photos of landscapes because I think he finds landscapes and sunsets the most satisfying things to take photos of, but he would also take photos of you with a beautiful background. I don’t think he’s too much of a person himself. I think he plays football in his neighborhood and it was one of the things that could do altogether without fighting too hard, but he would absolutely come to all your games and support you. I think he relates to enjoying classics more than more modern books on another level. I think that you guys would definitely have so much fun reading them together and having your own little mini book club and then talking to each other about it afterwards, and I think you both go on deep rants about how much better the old classics are and how old writers used to have soul and modern writers just write whatever they want and I don’t know. I just think you guys would be really really passionate about that. He’s not the greatest cook, but I think he would enjoy it with you and if you actually managed to make something good together, I think he would be so proud of himself, but he would be way more proud of you. he also thinks the piano was a beautiful instrument. I also think he’s just addicted to it whenever you play the piano like he could stand there for hours and just listen you play and be all right and if you ever play the song that he requested, he would just die like I don’t know. I feel like he would love it so so much

I think he thinks that you’re really talented as a person. Also, yeah, I’m sorry you’re not getting Dallas. I don’t wanna pay for your therapy.

Also, I’m so so sorry this took so long. I’ve been really really really busy and trying to get all these done.

#the outsiders #the outsiders hcs #the outsiders headcanons #urlocalnonbinarybastardwritesanswers #ponyboy curtis

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palbabor-writes · 4 years ago

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So, uh, I got excited with this ask

Anonymous said:

so what if, and I’m just spitballin’ here, you wrote a little something for Tomura, a jealous!reader x Tomura, perhaps? Ik there probably wouldn’t be an actual situation where somebody would try to steal him away or anything but just a little something on the reader seeing something that wasn’t what it looked like and Shiggy kind of reassuring her in his own special way? 😌 pls &thank you sm in advance, but you of course absolutely don’t have to write it if you don’t want to (: love your work!

Pairing: Tomura Shigaraki x Gen!Reader

Warnings: Adult language, angst, jealous feelings, mentions of past relationship and heavy petting, mm, imma say it’s rated T, for the teens and upper betweens

Word Count: 4387

Notes: Lol. I’m pretty sure this was meant to be like, a drabble or head cannon in your mind nonnie. Me, being me, I stretched it out into a freaking fic. I can’t shut uppppp sometimes. First time trying for a Gen!Reader, so hopefully it’s a thumbs up. Not beta edited, so any mistakes are mine, and mine alone.

“O, beware, my lord, of jealousy; It is the green-ey'd monster, which doth mock The meat it feeds on.” ― William Shakespeare, Othello

It’s been two months, two freaking months and you’ve hardly gotten two texts strung together, let alone a call, from Tomura.

While he’s never been what anyone would call a frequent texter, your last message has sat, unread, on his phone for the last 3 days. You know he’s busy, you know he said he’s got shit to take care of, but you can’t help the angry pit of worry that simmers in your gut. He could at least tell you something. Like, hey, I’ll be out of touch for a few days, talk soon. Is that too much to ask?

Apparently it is.

The two of you have always been a quiet item. Most of the League knows, or at least, heavily, heavily suspects. It’s not like you tried to keep it a secret, it’s just the way you both are. Besides, you usually liked how the arrangement worked.

You’d met him through your job. You worked with Giran as a courier of sorts. Sometimes you’d lug shipments back and forth, sometimes you’d make deliveries. It was one of these deliveries that introduced you to Tomura. He was quiet, sulking toward the back of the bar, but you’d managed to strike up a conversation with him as Compress double checked his requested items.

He was waspish, sharp. At first, you worried that your questions had only managed to pissed him off. But then, just as you started to chat with another guy in the bar, a snarky fellow, who was covered in some serious, serious burns, Tomura tugs your attention back to him with a pointed question.

“Can you tell Giran that you’re only one who’s permitted to transport the deliveries to the bar?”

That one query had started a landslide.

You were summoned to the hideout frequently, practically on the daily after that. Giran just shook his head and asked you not to fall too deep. You didn’t know what he meant then. Two months later you understood his meaning perfectly.

How could you not fall head over heels for this guy? Fuck, he was so desperate, so wanting, so fucking needy for you. God, you missed it now that you didn’t have it. After the Kamino incident, he’d called on you even more and you loved that you could help him. He honestly seemed, in his own, gruff way, appreciative.

But, then he’d said he needed to leave the city.

At first, your contact with each other had maintained some semblance of normalcy. You would text and he would reply. You could call and he would answer. Often, he sounded tired, strained, but every once in a while you could pull a laugh from him and all would feel right with the world.

Now?

Now nothing feels right and the only link you have to him is Dabi. He’s the only person in the League that’s responding to your emails or texts. Even Giran isn’t answering anything. That’s not normal either because Giran always, always answers. What the fuck is going on?

It’s starting to feel like you’ll never know. This is mainly due to the fact that Dabi is a shitty, shitty font of information. At first, you’d eagerly taken his calls and texts. In lieu of a tip, you asked him about this mission Tomura was on. He fed you vague, flippant, answers.

“Tch, this again? I already told you, they’re all fighting this giant. It’s some pet of the doctors.”

“And like I said the last, oh, I don’t know, twelve times, giant makes no sense to me. Can you expand on that a little bit? Like, what the hell does that mean? They’re fighting a fucking giant. Is that supposed to be some kinda bizarro hint? Cuz’ it sounds like you’re giving me shoddy information to get me off your back,” you snap, placing your foot on his box of requested medical kit supplies.

Dabi practically keeps you on standby now. The guy has gotten more aggressive in the last month, and the heavy price his fire quirk extorts on his body meant he needs a steady flow of burn cream, meds, stitches and pain relievers.

“Fuck, look, I don’t know how else to explain that fucker. I didn’t give a shit about boss man’s little mission to tame him, so the doctor and I worked out something else for me to do. I’m not around those guys right now, I’ve got other things I’m working on. Now give me my shit and get out of my face. Ask Toga about your little fuck buddy, I could give two shits about his well being.”

“Why follow him if you hate him so much?” God, this asshole is such a prick.

Dabi considers you for a long moment, his vibrant blue eyes lingering on your scowling face. “He’s a means to an end. I’m just here to see this society fall to its knees. Boss wants the same thing, so, for now, this arrangement works for both of us. Now, if I have to ask you to give me my fucking shit one more time, I’m gonna’ singe you where you stand.”

Sucking your teeth, you kick the box toward him and turn on your heel, slamming his door behind you. If he’s not going to be useful to you, why be useful to him? We’ll see how he likes it when you accidentally miss some of his shipment deadlines.

You pace out into the night, shrugging your jacket up on your shoulders. If they’re so far out, if they’re fighting something that sounds like an impossibility, why not ask you to bring them some supplies? Why haven’t they reached out to you?

As you wait for your train, you pull your phone from your pocket, your cold fingers resting against the glass. There’s a missed call from another contact, but no other notifications. You swipe over to your messages from Tomura. Your last text sits, still unopened, unread, uncared for, in his box. It’s not fair, you think, sliding your phone back and pressing your hands into the meager warmth of your pockets.

Tomura used to confide in you and you felt close to him. And not just in a physical sense. At first, the relationship between the two of you was just that, something that eased an itch. But you kept asking him things, liking the soft tone his voice could take on when he lost some of that anger.

Then, he started to wordlessly ask you to stay a little longer, his arms wrapping around your bare form, holding you against his warmth. It was nice. It was so, so satisfying and now it’s gone. Is this his way of moving on from you? You would have thought that he would have said something. He’s never struck you as someone who hides from a confrontation. So why the radio silence?

Another week passes and Dabi keeps calling. He’s practically got your entire schedule blacked out now with deliveries, upcoming shipments and transports. What. The. Fuck. It’s gotten so frustrating that you’ve started to waffle on picking up his calls, sending him straight to voicemail.

“What kinda courier leaves their fucking name on their voicemail? Stop ignoring my calls, (Y/N).”

Yeah, he’s a real charmer. At least he answers your messages though. It’s better than nothing, you keep telling yourself, trying to ignore the gnawing, munching feeling of bitterness that keeps rising. Yeah, Dabi’s gotten to be such a constant in your life that your phone keeps recommending him as a new favorite.

Would you like to add the contact: Dabi, to your favorites list? No, no you would not.

Then, suddenly, out of the blue, Dabi’s not answering you either. Your first, gut instinct, tells you that he’s likely annoyed with your spotty replies or he’s busy with...”Dabi things”. He’s always reminding you about the oh, so important “Dabi things”. ‘Don’t pester me with your shit, (Y/N). I’ve got something big I’m working on.’

But now? Fuck, now you’d kill to hear from him.

There’s absolutely nothing. No response from Toga, Compress, Spinner, Dabi and most important of all, Tomura.

He’d finally read your text. After two whole days had passed from the sent time stamp, he’d read it, and then opted to not respond. It stung. You can still feel that tightening emotion of dread, of abject hurt, that had radiated from your chest when you saw that he’d finally looked at your message and then just decided you weren’t worth his time.

Yeah, after seeing that, the last few days have been nothing but a full tilt boogie of emotions for you.

This must be a planned thing. Why else would they all coordinate their ghosting. He must have wanted to leave you behind and now, this distance has made it possible.

He’s been changing a lot lately.

Even before he left for this, whatever it was, he’d grown in confidence and skill. Fuck, he’d taken on a Yakuza boss and won. He’s becoming a leader, a competent force to be reckoned with. He doesn’t need you to bounce ideas off of anymore. A courier picked up at the start of his career isn’t a necessary piece to add to his collection.

Yeah, chances are, he’s moved on. He’s out of your reach now and you can’t help the thoughts that rise in the back of your mind. What if he’s found someone else? What if he just got bored with you? Did you put too much thought into this relationship? Well, that question has kinda answered itself. You put way too much into this. You had planned for things, hoped for…

Your phone rings and the noise startles you out of your head. You fumble for your vibrating device and lift the screen up before swiping to answer the call. Oh, it’s Toga. Fingers shaking, you lift the phone to your ear and are so happy to hear her babbling voice.

She tells you that she’s been meaning to call you, but, gosh, everything has gotten in the way. Plus, she took a bad hit in a fight. Oh, she’s ok, but it’s been a crazy week for her.

As she chatters about some random series of events that you can’t string together, you let out a long sigh. That coiling that’s been building in your stomach loosens and you’ve never been so relieved in your life. There’s still a chance. Maybe he hasn’t decided to leave you in the dust. Maybe...whoops, Toga asked you something.

“Deka City? No, I’ve never been there.”

“Oh good, well, I wouldn’t try and go now. Tomura sorta, mmm, crumbled it to bits.”

“What?”

“Oooh, and we’re part of a bigger group now…”

She tells you about something called Gigamantia and their new connections. Apparently, Tomura’s made another step up in the world. Now he’s leading something called Meta Liberation? What is that? It sounds kinda familiar, but where have you heard it?

Toga is winding down her conversation, her voice smoothing out. She promises she’ll answer your other texts soon and emails you a set of coordinates, saying they’ll see you there and clicks off.

You lower your phone to your lap, biting back the grin that won’t stop spreading across your face. Ok, so, maybe you’re not as abandoned as you thought. Maybe they, no, maybe he still needs you.

******

You found the building alright. It was impossible to miss. This place is massive, fit for an army. The security is tight, so tight that you’d even been screened by a guard at the door. Once they confirm that you are who you say you are, and you know who you say you know, you’re permitted entrance.

Who are all these people?

As you enter the “meeting room,” which is really a space that looks like a concert area, complete with a well lit stage, you’re pressed into the mass of bodies. There must be hundreds of people here and there’s some hulking creature, dozing in the corner.

Is this that giant Dabi mentioned? You totally thought he was making that shit up. And, wait, wait, is that a pro hero a few spaces away? What is this? Where is the League?

The overhead lights dim and your attention is drawn back to the sage. People are bustling around the elevated area and a plush chair is placed in the center. Looks like the show is about to start.

A loud, booming voice announces the arrival of a man called Redestro. He must be that long faced guy in the motorized chair and, oh, there he is.

He walks up slowly, it looks like he’s leaning on something, but you can’t see clearly. The crowd shifts around you and an inordinately tall man is blocking your view. Huffing out a sigh, you try to maneuver yourself to a better vantage place.

He’s seated now, his long legs spread out in front of him. Fuck, he looks both wonderful and terrible, at the same time. Wonderful because it’s Tomura, terrible because he’s covered in bandages and he’s got a brace on his leg. What happened to him?

Your eyes can’t stop roving over him, trying to drink in everything. He looks like he’s on edge, his fingers clutching at a small slip of paper, as his good leg jiggles against the chair. Why...ah, he’s being introduced. Wait. He’s being introduced as the leader of the Paranormal Liberation Front? So...so all these people...this entire organization...is his to command?

He clears his throat and you hear his voice for the first time in months. He’s halting at first, but as he continues his speech his tone deepens, strengthens, losing that early hesitation. He sounds good, powerful and confident.

You tear your eyes away from him and give the crowd a quick glance. They’re enraptured. A few paces away you can hear people whispering to each other, their voices low, awed.

“He took down Redestro…”

“He’s so young.”

“He’s kinda...I don’t know...handsome.”

“You’re right, he looks regal.”

That coiling, trembling feeling is making a strong comeback. It’s an ugly return and it makes your flesh prickle and cool. He’s left you in the lurch for months and now he’s become some sort of leader, of an entire, what is this...a cult? An organization? An army? How the fuck, would you know? No one, least of all Tomura, has told you anything, about any of this.

When the address and introductions (the League had made a, uh, flashy entrance) are over, someone comes up and taps you on your shoulder. It’s another one of those security guards. She says you’ve been requested, the League wants to see you.

She takes you past the stage and down a long hallway. It’s quiet back here and the silence doesn’t soothe your frayed nerves. You’re pointed to a large set of doors and you bite your lip before pushing them open.

Another large room greets you. This one is filled with plush couches, elegantly carved tables and multiple chairs. There’s so much to look at, you don’t even see them at first. No, you hear him before you see him. He’s talking with a tall woman, who is writing down what he dictates, her pen moving rapidly across her paper.

Fuck, you’ve missed his voice.

It’s quiet now, a little hoarse from his speech and you want to step closer. He’s standing next to some large windows, his back turned to you. He hasn’t even noticed you. What were you thinking? He’s this...God, leader now. What are you? Just a nobody he met when he was still pounding the pavement, looking for anyone who could help their cause, their mission. There’s nothing for you here, he’s…

“(Y/N).”

Your eyes snap up to his. Tomura has turned, one arm braced heavily on his crutch, and is looking right at you. His eyes are hooded, dark, you can’t get a read on him from here. You want to step closer, but that sickening feeling is falling, like a stone, into your gut. Despite your turbulent emotions, you can’t stop staring at him.

The thick bandages are off and his hair is longer, the white strands hang close to his collarbone now, gleaming and pearlescent. He looks, damn, he looks tired and...what’s that? There’s something dark on his hand, it’s black and it covers three of his fingers. Why is he wearing that half glove, oh, oh no. It’s not a glove you realize, horrified, it's a prosthetic. He’s lost some of his fingers.

“It took you long enough, come here, (Y/N).”

His voice has dropped an octave, lingering in that distant tone that he would use when he dragged his lips across your neck, rumbling and murmuring against your skin. He knew that you liked that, he knew that it would make you so desperate for him, your hands pawing at his shoulders, pulling...

No. He’s ignored you for weeks, no, months. You’re not about to just fall to pieces at his feet, crawling and begging for him to want you. Your eyes latch onto his and you minutely shake your head at his request, fingers squeezing into your palms.

The woman, noting the tension that’s suddenly entered the room, looks between the two of you, and abruptly makes herself scarce, her heels tapping against the floor as she walks to the door. Once you hear it close behind her you unstick your mouth, your tongue heavy against your teeth.

“Who was that?” you ask, your voice croaking, thick with disuse. You can’t help the question. It tumbles from your mouth before you can stop it. You’d meant to ask him something else, but the query just, pops out, angry and trembling.

“I don’t know. One of Redestro’s cronies. Why-” His face scrunches abruptly and a wince of pain passes of his features. “Why does it matter?” He finishes, his hand gripping a little tighter against his cane.

“You didn’t have to send for me, you know. It looks like you’ve upgraded everything else, why not me too?”

A scowl echoes across his lips. “What-”

You won’t let him finish his question, you can’t stand it anymore. You also can’t seem to stop. All of the emotions, the anger, the betrayal, the fucking, God, jealous thoughts that you’d slip into, alone in your cold bed. No, you’re not going to back down.

“You didn’t call, you didn’t text, and when you did, finally, manage to remember that I exist, the texts were so far and few between...fuck, sending a letter would have been faster. The only link I had to you was Dabi-”

“What?” He snaps, repeating his question, his red eyes, flashing, gleaming, glaring. “What does he have to do with anything?” His face is set in a deep snarl, his scar lifting along his white teeth. His fingers coil into his crutch, one digit arched away, and he begins the long journey to where you’re stubbornly standing.

You watch him on bated breath. The sheer excitement of his renewed presence is making you shake. The warring feelings that are rising inside you are too much. It’s too much, it’s, oh...he’s right in front of you now.

“Answer me, (Y/N). What the fuck does Dabi have to do with anything?”

You gulp. Tomura has never, ever liked you interacting with Dabi. It was that first subtle flirtation between you and the flame user that had set Tomura off in the first place. He had barely given you a second glance that first time you met him, but once your attention wandered over to Dabi, suddenly he was all ears. That animosity grew as time wore on.

If anything, Dabi took advantage of it. He liked to press you, corner you, it was one of the many things you disliked about him. He was a selfish ass, only manipulating things for his own, twisted amusement.

It’s a low blow for you to land on Tomura, to play up his own jealousies, but turnabout is fair play, right?

“He’s the only person I could reach. You want to know who my phone keeps asking me to favorite now? Fucking Dabi. I kept asking him about you, about what was going on, but he never knew.

So, then I tried reaching out to you, directly. But then you decided to conveniently lose my fucking number, or something. You didn’t answer a single thing after that last text I sent you, what, two weeks ago? You didn't call. You didn’t even act like I exist, it-”

“I told you it would be a while.”

“Yeah, a while doesn’t typically mean two months. And how do you come back to me? With a broken leg and, fuck, three missing fingers? What is going on Tomura? You’re a different person now. Do you even want me anymore? You don’t have to ghost me. You could have just told me that you were moving onto bigger and better things.

Congratulations, by the way. You’re the leader of a cult. Now, you can cut off all those lousy loose ends, like me-”

“You’re jealous.”

His voice has dipped into that low octave again, rasping, deep, and oh, fuck. You sputter at his assessment, your hands clenching into your pants. You need something to tether you, to keep you from reaching for him. You’re angry, remember? He’s left you, all alone, so alone and...

He’s shifted to lean into you, the warmth of him rolling over you in waves. You can hear his breathing, if you move a little bit closer you could feel it, too. He knows what he’s doing. He’s used this tactic on you before. It’s very effective. His crutch taps him nearer. He’s practically flush against your heaving chest and your eyes flick up to his.

The red is dark, tempered, and that swirling agitation has left him. He looks…

No, no, he left you for months, he can’t look at you like that. You shake your head, your eyes wincing shut, blocking him from view.

“I’m not...I-I’m not jealous, I was just-”

“Come here, (Y/N). Don’t make me ask you again.”

His new, half prosthetic hand reaches for your neck and traces over your trembling throat, ghosting over you, forcing you to press toward him. Once he’s satisfied you’re not going to reject his touch, he lets the digits tap onto you, gently, slowly, like he’s coaxing you out of your temper. The contrast of cool metal and warm skin makes you gasp, your eyes fluttering open.

He’s curved over your lips, his white hair drifting softly around your face. Unthinkingly, unquestioningly, you reach for him. Your fingers lace into the silken tendrils and he lets a slow exhale wash over your face. His verdant eyes are so close. They’re fixated on yours, refusing to let you slip from his gaze again.

You can’t breathe. There’s something else you want to scold him for, but...but his lips are so close. His nose bumps against yours and you bite your lower lip. He’s so warm. He smells nice too. It’s a rich smell, earthy, thick with some enticing aroma that’s all him. It floods your senses and you’re downing, distracted and lost.

Tomura’s won this little stand-off because you reach for him first. Your fingertips urge him to you, one thumb dragging a familiar trail across the mole on his chin. His lips are chapped, rough, but oh, oh you’ve missed this.

He lets you lead him, your lips pressing and lifting, planting feather light caresses against him. Your tongue swipes across his lower lip and he groans. It’s a husky, broken sound and it makes you yank at his clothes. His new suit crumples under your hands. You’d almost feel bad, if he hadn’t been such a neglectful ass to you. You’re nipping at him now, your kisses losing that sweet vulnerability.

Tomura approves of this frantic pace and one arm cages against your back, lifting you closer and dragging you against his front. His crutch clatters to the floor, but neither of you have the wherewithal to care.

Besides, you think happily, you can be his crutch now.

He’s biting and sucking, his teeth drifting from your trembling lips and pressing into your pulse. One particularly hard nip has you arching into him, a gasping whimper on your lips. His tongue laves over the hurt, lulling the nip.

Your hips instinctually lean into the his and you moan when you feel the hardness that is waiting for you there. Tomura presses back, dipping his nose into the juncture of your shoulder, his lips distractedly kissing against your skin. Your fingers trace down his front again and one hand goes lower still, running along his pants until you find what you’re searching for.

He growls when you apply just the right amount of pressure and he’s pulling your lips back to his, demanding more. You’re skirting your other hand to the clasp of his belt when someone barges in the door.

Gasping, you start to pull away, trying to turn, but Tomura holds you to him, lifting his chin until it’s resting against your shoulder. He’s glaring out at whomever the fuck is standing in the doorway, but his fingertips are moving against you, pressing and soothing down your fevered skin.

“Hey boss- ah…” Dabi is brought up short by the sight that greets him and you can hear the sneer that he must have thrown Tomura’s way.

Tomura, for his part, is quiet, content to silently stare down the man who stupidly interrupted him. He turns his head a fraction of an inch, but it’s enough room for him to drag his rough lips against your neck. You quake at the stimulation and hear Dabi let out a barking laugh.

“Ew, well this is fucking disgusting. Looks like the two of you can go back to fucking normal, eh (Y/N)? You and boss man can bone and get all that pent up insecurity out of your-”

“Get the fuck out,” you and Tomura say in unison.

You hear another scoffing chuckle and then the door slams shut.

Notes: The Dabi bits miiiight be in there because I finally got my belated birthday present of his Banpresto figure in today ԅ(≖◡≖ԅ)

Tags: @spicy-skull, @xwildskullx, @yixxes, @ghstmthr, @evesmores

*I think that’s everyone for now. If you wanna be added to a list just drop me a line & I’ll get you on the Google Doc: Shigaraki works, Dabi works, Hawks works, BNHA works, All works...works, works. There’s likely more to come, but that’s what I got for now. k byeeee.

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letshaikyuu · 5 years ago

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𝐊𝐢𝐭𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐠𝐟 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐝

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭[𝟐]: could I request a hc of kita, suna so on there period and that when they are on there period they don't sleep a lot because they are uncomfortable pls thx 😀; hey!! could you do headcanon’s on kita & suna taking care of their s/o who’s on her period? ty in advance!! i love your writing sm :,) - @riintaros (thanks for this bb ❤️)

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: we all need some of this when mother nature comes for a visit

𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐊𝐢𝐭𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞

Sweetest, awkward bby ever. Actually knows a lot and isn't grossed out or anything when you're on your period even though it isn't a pretty sight. At the same time, it's still weird for him because, it depends on the way you act during your period, but that week is probably hell. Probably has your period marked on his calendar so he can be fully prepared.

There's this thread that goes: 'when you tell your bf to buy you pads' and there are a bunch of replies, so Kita would probably be

'oh thank God you're not pregnant' and 'what kind exactly? wing or wingless?...'

He really hates seeing you in pain and uncomfortable, so he buys tons of things that he read help with period cramps. From heat pads to chocolate and ice-cream. If you're the type of person that's really snappy on your period, Kita stays away from your lair and just throws you all the stuff and runs out of the room-

Not sleeping because of the period cramps is the worst thing ever and Kita can't sleep either. You keep tossing and turning, groaning from the uncomfortable feeling and he can't fall asleep when you're feeling like poop basically. He read somewhere that massages help, so he just tries to help you ease the pain as much as he can

He's so happy when your period is over because you won't be in pain anymore and he won't have to avoid you like the plague, so it's a win win for everyone!

𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐚 𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮

Acts like he doesn't know shit, but secretly Googles everything related to periods so he can be prepared for battle. Doesn't have your period marked, but recognises the PMS and he's like '😶😶'. Stocks up on food and pads, but if you were to ask him to buy him pads, he'd tease you a bit and go:

'what's a period?' or 'do it yourself, I ain't buying that'

He's the sweetest bean ever that hides how caring he actually is because it doesn't fit his iMaGe. Feeds you all the time and makes sure you stay hydrated, and goes to the pharmacy if you're in need of some pain meds. Stuffs his face with food as well because you can act like the spawn of Satan and he'll still be there for you

Tries every single thing to help you fall asleep. If you're up and groaning, he can't sleep and this guy enjoys his beauty sleep, thank you very much. If he has to sing, he'll sing. If he has to run you a 3am bath, he will. He just wants you to fall asleep. But, of course, he isn't inconsiderate and when he notices how uncomfortable you actually are, Suna has a sad smile on his face

Did I ever say that he gives good massages? Cause now I am heh. Works wonders with his fingers and yes, it somehow helps. Don't listen to me because I never got a one when on period because im too pissy

Openly says he hates your periods and celebrates whenever it finishes. Suna is a new person when it ends tbh, bby is just exhausted after a week full of activities, and not the fun kind lol

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lovelyparkers · 5 years ago

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that was kinda hot

hello beautiful people i love writing i should do it more

summary: superhero!reader x peter have a very flirty relationship, even in times of crisis. action warning! injury warning! y/n/n is your nick name!

"you know, i never thought i would see the end of the world but this looks a lot like it," you said to peter who was standing right next to you waiting for a command.

there was a battle going on at the the avengers compound in upstate new york. something about one of tony's ex co-worker enemy. who knows? tony had quiteeee a few enemies, and you kids were yet to participate, as per tony's orders. how lame it is to not risk death. you wanted to fight, you had these crazy cool telekinetic powers and you wanted to use them! peter on the other hand thought otherwise. he thought you guys should just chill and see what happens, though deep down he wanted to get in on the action too.

all of a sudden there was a huge crash. a goddamn enemy car just got thrown in the field, probably by bruce. it was loud and fiery and dangerous, like most battles.

"okay fuck it i'm going in," you yelled.

"y/n no! just wait this isn't safe!"

you started to run off and peter watched wondering if he should chase after you. and of course nat noticed you running towards the car crash and armed dudes.

"oh no," she sighed, "tony we got a y/n problem."

"what?" tony deadpanned.

nat laughed, "y/n is running towards the center of the action." oh how she knew it would be a good show.

"okay that's it she's done. she's not ready. i told her to stay."

"tony, she's not a dog."

"yeah i don't know why i thought she'd listen," tony spoke over the com system to peter, "parker, please go get your girlfriend."

peter sighed, "on it."

you weren't his girlfriend but gosh he wished you were. flirting? endless. he didn't know what you felt but he knew he liked you a lot. you were just so cute and whenever you said something steamy to him, jokingly, he got so flustered. yet honestly he got flustered whenever you were even around. he was whipped for you!

peter ran across the field to go find you, nothing really to seb onto. he stopped when he spotted you lifting a dude, while simultaneously dodging bullets, and then proceed to throw the guy at the shooters like a bowling ball knocking down pins. and yeah, it worked, but what the hell y/n? peter thought.

"y/n," he yelled, "get your ass over here!"

you turned to face him, "oh you want this ass, parker?"

his mask's white eyes enlarged before he pulled himself together. he was definitely blushing under the mask.

"no! just stop playing around! the team doesn't want you to get hurt! i don't want you to get hurt!"

"i'm fine lover boy!"

you waved him off and went back to throwing dudes while the others were punching and blasting. but as you were thinking, peter really cared about you and maybe you should just listen to him. after all, you didn't want to actually get hurt. like what would happen if-

pew.

you just go shot in the foot. and as you looked down there was a red target on your chest, you were gonna die.

"oh shi-"

you were swept off your feet and floated in the air all the way to the back door of the compound, where the med center was. as you were in the air you thought you were gone, till you noticed peter was actually holding you tightly, he found some trees and a giANT-man to web off of.

"sup parker, looks like you caught me."

"not now y/n/n, you were just shot in the in the foot."

you looked at your foot, blood coming through you white shoes. you buried your head into peter's neck holding his body tighter than he was holding yours. you finally reached the ground. you lost your grip on peter and would've fallen had he not been holding you. he held you bridal style and ran inside the compound to find the help of Dr. Helen Cho and support from Pepper.

you passed out.

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an hour later you woke up from your deep, gun shot induced sleep with peter sitting right beside the bed. you sat up and groaned in pain.

"oh shit."

"y/n! oh my god i was so scared like you were shot and i know it was only in the foot but you were shot! and then you passed out and i was like what the fuck and i was so worried and i've been here the whole time just waiting and waiting and-"

you grabbed his hand interrupting him, "shut up sweet face. i'm okay thanks to you saving me babe."

he blushed. he had some sweat and tears on his face and his hair was all curly and messy from being in the mask and he still had the rest of his suit on, clinging to him.

"i appreciate you so much. i do. thank you, i should've listened in the first place."

"it's uh, no problem," he smiled softly.

you smiled back, feeling particularly flirty, "you know, you're cute as fuck. and when you swept me off my feet earlier, phewwww that was hot!"

he blushed madly, "shut up you don't know what you're saying, your meds are making you act up."

"oh i know what i'm saying. i'm flirting. duh. you never catch on, hottie."

"nuh uh! i flirt back....cutie!"

"you, peter parker, do not know how to flirt, lemme teach you."

"why? the person i want has already done all the flirting needed."

you were shocked, "damn okay that was smooth...now get over here in this bed and cuddle with me."

he gladly jumped over to you and cuddle with you for the rest of the day. the rest of the team could take care of the battle. he just wanted to take care of you.

MWAH! i love u guys sm! also if u have any requests pls comment of message me <3 -juli

#peter parker peter parker imagine peter parker imagines spider-man spider-man imagines peter parker x reader peter parker fluff

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