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deermurdock · 4 months ago

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poor thing | m. murdock

NSFW a/n: this is kindaaa a full version of the blurb i posted a couple of days ago because i've been in a mood so uhm. just a lot of horny stuff. the reader is very touch starved and also uses hearing aids. so! have fun with this :)) uhm this got super self indulgent at the end but i think it's pretty good-- not to toot my own horn or anything but uhmmmm enjoy!! warnings: dom/sub dynamics, nicknames, Matt flipflopping between being a soft dom and a hard dom bc i couldnt make up my mind, oral (fem receiving), p in v sex, uhhh dirty talk, cursing, reader is suuuuper touch starved wordcount: 4.3k

You have brunch plans for tomorrow morning.

You, Matt, Karen, Foggy and Marci—Nothing but mimosas and French toast.

If you can make it through the night, of course.

Okay, fine, it’s not that dramatic. But sometimes, you think you might die—Right then and there, cause of death? Matt Murdock.

You had planned to stay the night, bringing an overnight bag with you to work. And at around 1 a.m., after a homecooked meal, a movie and sitting curled against his side, the two of you realized you should probably get some sleep.

You brush your teeth in his bathroom, take your medication in his kitchen, and then you go to get changed. You dig through your bag, trying to find your pajamas—Your shorts are here, but not the tee shirt you were planning to wear.

Not in any of the little pockets of your overnight bag.

You twist the shorts in your hands awkwardly, watching as Matt pulls out sweatpants from his drawer to wear.

“Matthew?” You say softly, tilting your head.

“Yes, sweetheart?” He wonders, tilting his head back to you.

“Could.. I borrow a tee shirt? I guess I forgot mine.” You see a smile form on his face.

He shuffles through his drawers, fingers running over tags. Then, he turns back to you, and hands you a black tee shirt. You look at it for a second, reading the text on the front of the shirt. Then you grin.

“My Chemical Romance?” You read. Matt’s face flushes a bit.

“I had.. a bit of an emo phase in High School, okay?”

“That’s all I get? You’re gonna drop that on me and not give me anymore details?” You wonder.

“Let’s just say for a blind man, I am.. very good at doing eyeliner.”

You giggle.

“You’re probably better than I am.” You’re not big on makeup.

“Just go get changed.” He tells you, turning back to his drawer.

You oblige, heading into his bathroom to change. When you slip the tee shirt over your head, you pick the fabric up and put it up to your nose, inhaling his scent. You can’t help yourself. He’s got this very subtle vanilla smell to him. Then, you make your way back to his bedroom, tossing your clothes over your duffle bag.

You stand by the doorway, sort of.. taken back by the look of him. He’s sprawled out in his bed, just in a pair of fuzzy socks and sweatpants. Your face flushes. You’re about to sleep in a boy’s bed—With him in it!

You shake your head, chasing the silly thought out of it.

“Aren’t you coming to bed?” He doesn’t even have his glasses on. When you realize this, your heartbeat picks up. You’ve only been going out for about two weeks, just enough for you to become curious about his eyes.

“This is weird..” You mumble, and his head tilts curiously.

“What do you mean?”

A smile breaks out on your face.

“I don’t know,” You confess, “It’s just.. I can barely handle it when you kiss me in front of our friends, I’m overwhelmed at the idea of like.. cuddling all night.”

“Well, this isn’t in front of our friends.” He reminds. He pats the bed next to him. “Come sit,” He offers. He stays still, as if he’s scared you’ll run off like a skittish animal.

You move to sit on the bed, an inch or two away from each other. Matt’s hand finds yours. You lean your head against his shoulder. Then, you remember something, tilting your head to face him, leaning your chin on his shoulder.

“Matt, I won’t be able to hear your alarm clock go off,” You remind. Your hearing aids will be out while you sleep, and you’re not likely to hear his alarm clock. “We’ll be late and—”

Matt kisses your forehead.

“I’ll wake you up,” he says.

“Promise?”

“Promise.” You smile and press a soft kiss onto his lips. He stops, basking in the initiated affection.

You take out your hearing aids, and then melt into the bed, waiting for Matt to wrap his arms around you. He does, his arms snaking around your waist, burying his face in the crook of your next. Then, he says, right into your good ear so you could hear him,

“This okay?”

You smile.

“Yeah.” You promise, your hand wrapping around his arm, squeezing it tightly. You’re kept warm all night. There’s this moment at around three a.m., and your eyes flutter open as you wake up.. rather randomly.

You take a minute to admire Matt’s sleeping figure in the dark. His face is.. peaceful. Your lips twitch up. Then, you lean in and press a soft kiss on his jaw. You’re not used to physical affection.. But you’re doing your best to change that.

In the morning, Matt keeps his promise.

He removes his hand from your skin to turn off the alarm clock blaring,

’10:00 a.m.’

His hand runs over your back, since you’re now laying on your stomach, hugging Matt and a pillow. You breath deep, and for a moment, Matt tries to imagine what you’re dreaming about.

Your family?

Your job?

Him?

But, he knows you have to get up soon, so he begins to kiss you—

He starts at your cheek, before moving to your neck, and then, when he reaches your clothed shoulder, he moves your sleeve up your arm, beginning to kiss your arm, as his fingers tease the hem of your shirt, unsure if you’d kill him if that’s how you wake up, when your eyes flutter open.

“Good morning,” he smiles. He talks at just the right level so you can understand him.

“What’re you doing, Matthew?”

“Just waking you up,” He leans down and kisses your arm again. A shiver runs through your body.

“Okay, I’m awake now.” You grin.

“Okay, great,” You lean over and grab your hearing aids, putting them on. “Let’s go out to dinner tonight,” he requests, “My treat.”

“Like.. a fancy dinner or just something casual?”

“Fancy.” He confirms. “Fancy clothes and everything.”

Your heartbeat quickens.

“Kay.”

Matt leans forward and kisses your cheek.

He almost moves to get up, but he stops to ask,

“What were you dreaming about?”

You smile a bit.

“The Taj Mahal.” He laughs.

“The Taj Mahal?”

“Mhm.”

“You’re so..”

“Weird? Annoying? Nerdy?”

“Fascinating.”

He takes note at the way your heart races when he says that.

After brunch that morning, you and Matt split up to go get ready for your date, and you’re mostly successful.

But, you struggle with your eyeliner.. And then you remember something Matt told you last night. So you wait for Matt to get to your apartment. When he does, he comes with flowers. You smile as he kisses you hello, and you take the flowers.

You come back to him as you’re slipping on your shoes.

“I have a favor to ask,”

“Anything,” He smiles.

“Do my eyeliner?” You offer him your eyeliner pen, and he smiles.

“Sit on the couch,” he gestures, taking the pen from you. You sit on the couch, and Matt kneels down a bit, leaning in to feel around your face, getting a good feel of where your features are. Then, he grips the pencil in his hand and uses those handy heightened senses to delicately do your eyeliner.

He smiles when he finishes.

“Okay, all done. Do mine?” He asks, and you smile.

“Sure, how do you want to—” and before you can finish, Matt has moved quickly to sit on the chair before pulling you onto his lap. You let out a squeak, your face red. He grins.

“What’s the matter, sweetheart?” He feigns innocence.

“You’re such a pain.” You huff, and he just smiles, leaning into kiss your cheek. You blush, avoiding looking at him now.

“C’mon, just do my eyeliner for me,” he requests, and you let out a huff as you gently tilt his head up towards you.

“You know you need to take your glasses off, right?”

“I know,” he smiles, and his hand is removed briefly from your waist to take off his glasses. Then, slowly and methodically, you begin applying the eyeliner, trying to ignore how nervous this whole thing is making you.

“Your heart’s beating pretty fast,” He smirks. You bite back a sarcastic comment, and his hand begins to rub up and down your side. You pause your application of the eyeliner to squirm a bit in his lap. “What’s the matter, baby?” he coos.

“Oh, you’re such a dick.” You mumble, your grip on his chin tightening as you finish applying his eyeliner. He smiles and slips his glasses back on, as you climb off his lap. “C’mon, I’m starving—”

“Me too,” he says before grabbing your arm, and pulling you in for a long, deep kiss. His tongue brushes against your lip before slipping inside your mouth. After the initial urge to run away dissipates, you lean into the kiss, only for Matthew to pull away. “Alright, let’s head out.”

You try to find words, but you’re breathless from that kiss. Instead, you betray yourself. You let out this needy little whine, and Matt just smirks.

“What? If you’re whining over one kiss, I can’t imagine how you’ll be later.”

You tilt your head, cautiously. Matt wants to tell you how dog like that is, how it’s easily one of his favorite things about you.

“What do you mean, later?”

He kisses your head, and opens the door to your apartment, gesturing for you to walk out.

“Use that pretty head of yours. What do you think I mean?”

Your face flushes as you take a few steps out of the apartment.

“I don’t know.”

He closes the door behind him, and then his arm takes yours.

“Guess.”

To you, Dinner feels like it takes a million damn years.

You suspect that’s partially because of the way Matthew insatiably teases you.

His hand stays on your thigh throughout all of dinner.

When he wants you to try something, he gathers the food on a fork and glances to you.

“Open,” he says, and when he puts the fork in your mouth, you bite the food off the fork. “Good pup,” He hums, and of course, you blush.

He licks his lips like he’s quietly begging for a taste, and at some point during the dinner, he leans over the table and asks you quietly,

“Do you think I can’t smell how wet you are, kid?”

So by the time you two get home, it’s all you can do not to get on your hands and knees and beg him for something more than just a couple of teasing words. Maybe that’s what he wants. You’re not sure—Your brain is fuzzy.

You step into Matt’s apartment and toss the jacket that he wrapped around your shoulders onto the couch as he steps in, putting his cane and glasses down first.

“Can I ask you a question?” You finally blurt out.

He smiles, sensing your anticipation.

“Sure.”

“Are we.. are we gonna sleep together tonight?” You can’t help but ask. Matt chuckles gently.

“Do you want to sleep together?”

“Yes, please,” you finally answer.

“Go sit on the couch.” He orders softly, and he hears no objections as you take off your heels before sitting on the couch. He breathes deep and cracks the bones in his neck. He knows you have no idea what you’re in for.

He runs a hand over his jaw, trying to decide how he’ll start. He knows no matter how he does it, he’ll absolutely torture you, poor thing. So, he starts with sitting down next to you, placing his hand on your thigh.

He smirks as you squirm.

“What’s the matter, baby?” He coos softly.

“Oh, you know damn well what’s—”

Matt moves his hand from your thigh to grip your chin.

“Shh..” He starts, “If you want me to fuck you, you’re going to have to knock off the attitude,” He demands gently.

“Can’t help it—”

“You haven’t even tried.” He scoffs. “Come on, just be good for me and I’ll make all the thoughts disappear from your pretty little head.” His grip on your chin tightens, and he leans forward to brush his lips against yours. “Answer me.”

“Okay,” You breath out, “Okay, sure, I’ll be good,” You promise, and Matt kisses you in approval. But he doesn’t pull away after a moment. Instead, his hands move to cup your cheeks. He deepens the kiss and doesn’t stop you as you reposition yourself, now sitting on his lap.

His hand trails down, beginning to massage your thighs as you kiss him. He can smell how wet you are, hear how fast your heart is beating.

He deepens the kiss, his tongue slipping past your lips again, so that he can explore your mouth. He studies it like its his damn job, and he relishes in the tiny gasps and moans that he’s able to draw out of you.

You begin rocking your hips against him, and his hands move to your hips, holding you in place. He pulls away from the kiss, and is met with your whining.

“What’d I tell you about the attitude?” He wonders, and you bite your lip, just desperate for him to continue. One hand releases your hip and reaches up to tug your hair. You let out a whimper. “Answer me.” His voice is steady, but deep—He knows exactly the effect he has over you.

“To stop it,” You answer, and he clicks his tongue. You try not to react, but Matt smirks at your attempt at self-control.

“Poor thing,” He coos, “You just need someone to take care of you, huh? Order you around, fuck you dumb..” He hums. When you squirm a bit in his lap, Matt decides to kiss you again, wanting you as brainless as he can get you.

He slowly pulls away, and he takes a second to stop, to catch his breath. He knows you need the second too, so he just inhales as he listens to the sound of your heartbeat, anxiously awaiting his next move.

“If you want to stop, you just say ‘Lava’. Got it?”

“Lava, got it.” You know he’s looking for verbal affirmation, that you understand what’s about to happen might get.. less than vanilla. He nods, and places an uncharacteristically soft kiss to your lips.

“Take your dress off,” He commands softly, “And then get on your knees for me.”

For a moment, you contemplate being bratty. You contemplate not following his order. But, you decide against it. You stand and slip out of your dress, left in just your jewelry, underwear and pretty makeup.

You kneel between his legs and watch as his lips form this smile that makes your stomach churn.

“Good dog,” and he chuckles when you lean your head against his thigh. “Poor thing,” He repeats his early sentiment, before he stands up. He takes a step towards his bedroom, and then, his hand comes down to pet your hair—

Before he grips it, starting to pull you by your hair all the way to his bedroom, listening as you whimper, trying to keep up with him. When he releases your hair, you pant softly from the pain as you sit next to his bed, watching as Matt unties his tie, wrapping it around his hand like you would a bandage.

“Sorry, honey,” he coos, suddenly soft, “That was mean, wasn’t it?” He wonders, and you pause, not sure if he wants you to actually answer. His lips twitch into a smirk. “Go ahead, you can answer.”

“Yeah, it was,” You finally answer, “The fuck did you do that for?” Matt lets out this dry chuckle.

“There’s that attitude again,” He hums. He leans down and effortlessly scoops you up with his arms and puts you on his bed, “Yeah. I was mean.” He nods, “Let me make it up to you?” He’s not really asking for your permission, and he proves that by grabbing your ankles and pulling you to the edge of the bed.

“Are you going to stop being mean to me?” You wonder, and he can’t help the smile that forms on his face.

“Oh, sweetheart,” He moves to lean closer to you, before unwrapping the tie from his hand and then, he ties it around your head, making sure to lay it right over your eyes. “I never promised that. I just promised I’d make it up to you. Ask how I’ll do that.”

You inhale and exhale, a little thrown out of the moment.

“How?” You ask, desperately in love with him either way.

“I’m gonna ruin that pretty eyeliner,” He kneels between your legs.

“How are you—” You gasp when he pulls down your underwear quickly, slipping it down to your ankles, and then throwing them to the side.

“You’re a smart kid, I’m sure you’ll figure it out soon.” He says, before leaning in to lick a stripe across your cunt. Then, he starts to lick and suck on your folds, devouring you. You moan loudly, hands finding his hair as you try to get used to the feeling.

And after a couple of moments of eating you out, You do get used to it, and you absolutely melt into the bed, suddenly forgiving him for all his mean moments earlier. You’d forgive anything he did if he just stays on his knees, eating you out.

His fingers come up to your clit to gently rub circles into it, before moving his fingers to slip right between your folds, relishing in the way you whine, in the sound of your moans. His fingers begin to pump in and out of you.

He licks stripe after stripe into your cunt, his scruff scratching your thighs as he eats you out. You pull and tug at his hair.

“I’m—I’m close,” You finally manage to gasp out,

Matt just hums out an, ‘Mhm’, too busy lapping up your juices on his tongue. His nose brushes against your clit, and you’re suddenly coming undone as his licks your juices up. You ride out your high with Matt’s face between your thighs.

After a couple of minutes, he slowly comes up for air, head tilting upwards.

“Feeling okay?” his voice is soft now.

“Yeah,” You breath with a breathy sigh. “Just.. thinking.” Your hands absentmindedly comb through his hair.

“’Bout what, baby?” He asks, and leans in, pressing a kiss to your clit. When you whine, he coos mockingly, “Aw, poor thing.. Answer the question.”

“..You.” You try, and he scoffs, before biting your thigh.

“Try again, brat.”

You blush.

“It’s embarrassing!”

“I just buried my face in your pretty pussy and you’re worried about an embarrassing thought?” Matt asks, and you huff.

“Well, when you put it that way—” He bites your thigh again. “Fine! Fine,” You huff. “I’m thinking about the seven wonders of the world.”

A beat.

Matt lets out a low chuckle, and your face flushes.

“Matthew!”

“What? I can’t help it,” He giggles, and as you start to move away, but he grips your thighs and pulls you closer, “Okay, okay. What about the seven wonders of the world?”

“I’ll tell you if you take off the blindfold.”

“Oh,” He lets out a dry chuckle, shaking his head. “Oh, poor thing, this isn’t a negotiation.”

“Seems like it is—” He scoffs at this, “It is! You’re the one on your knees, I’ve already came, seems like I have a bit of leverage here—”

Matt rolls his eyes, and stands up, his hand coming up to your head to the blindfold. He pulls it off and takes just a second to brush hair from your face. Then, he wraps the tie around your neck. He pulls a bit, just snuggly tugging and applying a bit of pressure. He towers over you now, and he pulls the tie up a bit so that you’re looking at him.

“Listen to me, you little brat,” He growls, “What did I say about the attitude?” You just let out a whimper, and he clicks his tongue again. “I bet I can fuck the attitude out of you. Or at least, I can try.” He snaps, tightening the tie around your neck.

Then, he works on his pants and tugs his dress pants down just enough for him to pull his cock out. Then, he shifts the two of you so that you’re sitting on his lap, his tip teasing your folds.

He tugs on the tie, pulling you forward so he can bite and suck on your neck, and you begin to moan, whine at the feeling of. Matt just bites down, marking you in every way he can.

“Not used to all this attention, huh?” And then, Matt says his phrase of the night, “Poor thing,” He hums. His hand comes up to uncharacteristically kindly move the hair from your ear, and then begins to kiss every inch of your skin.

You’re like puddy in his hands. Mendable, soft.

He guides his cock to your folds, and then, as he distracts you with kisses and hickeys, guides you to sink down onto his cock. When you do, you let out a breathy moan, unused to the feeling of being so full..

After giving you a minute to adjust, Matt begins to thrust into you, encourages by your moans and egging you on with whispers of encouragement,

“Taking my cock so well for me,” He praises, planting kisses down your neck, “Like you’re made for me to fuck you like this,” He gasps as he feels you clench around him. “Fuck, So good for me,” He says. It’s like he’s addicted to kissing you, to kissing your neck and shoulders and every inch of skin he can get his lips on.

He fucks you intensely, and you feel every single thrust as it echoes through your body, and the longer he goes, the more he whispers in your ear, (“Come on, pretty thing, just keep taking my cock, just like that—Oh, god—Fuck, Baby, you feel so good,”) the closer you get to your climax.

“’m gonna—”

“I know, I know,” He hums, and then he smirks as he smells salty tears in the air. Tears run down your face, and Matt knows he’s won. “Aw, baby.. Did you ruin your eyeliner?” When you don’t respond, Matt pulls your hips down, commanding you to answer.

“Yes!” You whimper, a sob escaping your lips.

“Poor thing,” he coos, and his thrusts are particularly intent as he continues, “Poor, poor baby,” He hums, kissing your shoulder before biting down on it. And without another word, you grip his arm as you clench around him, cumming around his cock. He thrusts a few more times, “Gotta pull out before—”

“No!” You whine, “Just come inside, it’s fine—”

“Are you sure, I don’t want to—”

“Matt,” you whine, beginning to roll your hips, desperate to feel him come inside you. You whimper softly, as Matt thrusts into you, finally coming inside you. He rides out his own high before his thrusts come to a slow.

“Fuck,” He gasps, sweat dripping down his neck. “You were even better than I could imagine..” he confesses.

For a moment, the pair of you just breath. His hands slowly rub up and down your sides. Thoughts seem far away.. in the best way possible.

He knows you need a bath. He knows he needs to clean you and himself up. He knows he needs to teach you to suck him off. He should ask you how that was, what he should do again, what you would’ve preferred. He has a damn list, but all he can think to ask is—

“What were you thinking about earlier?”

“What?” you ask, cock still buried deep inside you.

“After I ate you out,” He starts, “You were thinking about the seven wonders of the world. What about them?”

You study his face. There’s no mocking intent, no malice in his voice.

“I was thinking about The Gardens of Babylon. How deeply I relate to them.”

“What? How can you relate to ancient architecture?”

“Well, we don’t know if they were even real. Maybe they were, but there are theories that it was all just.. poetic. That they weren’t real, and that the story is just.. something we choose to believe.”

His face twitches in confusion, trying to process what you mean, how can you relate to ancient architecture, especially ancient architecture that you don’t even know the certainty of.

“So, which one would I be?”

He expects you to ask questions for confirmation.

Instead, you answer almost immediately.

“The Roman Colosseum.” You grin.

“The colosseum?” He questions.

“Strong. Stable. Gorgeous. Breathtaking.” You pause, a smirk on your face. Your finger comes up to his nose. You run it down the shape of his nose, “Roman.” He grins.

“So, we’re the Gardens of Babylon and the Roman Colosseum?”

“No, no,” You shake your head, “we’re not the Gardens of Babylon and the Roman Colosseum! We’re the wonder of the world that’s built out of white marble, a wonder made because death doesn’t stop love-- We are the Taj Mahal.” You offer.

“Oh, my mistake.” He grins. “We’re the Taj Mahal.”

“See? You get it.” You smile back.

Matt thinks for a moment.

“So this morning, when I asked you what you were dreaming about this morning.. Technically, you were dreaming about us?”

You smile.

“Yeah, I guess so.”

Matt just kisses you deep, pushing you back onto the bed as he begins to unbutton his shirt, tossing it off to the side.

The two of you spend your night intermittently going back and forth between passionate lovemaking—Part of Matt’s love language and talking and expressing how much you love him in an abstract way—Part of your love language.

Neither of you get much sleep that night.

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feelfreetopleasemexo · 1 month ago

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Proof that dynamite has a heart, part two.

You needed to find him, to explain to him in anyway possible that he had gotten the wrong idea. You could pummel him so he was forced to listen….no he was too strong. You could write him a letter….hed just burn it up before reading it. You could call his mum….that was stupid, if he wasn’t going to listen to you theres no way he’d ever listen to her. You were lost, nothing could make sense to you in this moment, nothing came to mind to help you make him realise…until you heard footsteps behind you. It was the reporter, shakily holding his camera from his hands. He was recording all of that?! Youd just saved his life and he was broadcasting your most vulnerable moments to the entire world? You slammed your fist down, surrounding you in a cloud of smoke as you ran off, you were broken and angry, at the world, at him, at katsuki for not listening, at yourself for letting the reporter even get close enough to you to brush your face. Everything felt like it was burning up around you, you couldnt breathe, you couldn’t stop shaking, your whole world had been ripped away from you in an instant, and now everyone was going to think Katsuki was a monster for shouting at you.

You didnt know where to go, so you ended up back at his apartment. He wasn’t home, you could see this from the lack of light illuminating the windows, and the lack of explosions erupting from inside. You went in and fell straight onto his bed, screaming and crying into his pillow, desperately trying to decide if it was right for you to even be here anymore. Every tiny noise made you jump, terrified that he was going to come home and instantly blast you out of there. You write three notes for him, the first a long explanation as to what had happened, knowing it would probably be incinerated before it was read, the second a slightly shorter message apologising and asking to talk, that would also be blown up instantly. The last read,

‘Im sorry. I’ll leave you alone. I will always love you.’

With the ring placed ontop of it. You wanted to write more, wanted to pour your heart out, but you knew he was far too angry to read, to understand, youd ruined his life on live television without meaning to. You packed up all the little trinkets that you had scattered around his apartment, all the photos of you two together, all the silly little love notes he swore he hated but still kept in their places anyway, your fuzzy slippers and hair bands strew across the bathroom too, that he swore cluttered up the place. You eradicated anything that would remind him of you, you only left one photo on his desk, a photo of the both of you on your first day at his Agency. Youd forced him to take the photo, to prove to the world that he wasnt that scary, and that indeed dynamite had a heart. You kissed the faded photo of him and placed it back down on his desk, turning around and lugging your bags over your shoulders and leaving your key posted back through the door as you locked it. You knew he wasn’t the type to pine over you, he didn’t need constant reminders of you flooding his safe space, so you left no trace of your life together behind.

Youd assumed hed gone back to the agency to beat kirishima up to let his anger out, kirishima was always good like that, he let Katsuki use him as his emotional punching bag. He told everyone it was a way of making sure his quirk was as strong as it needed to be to be a pro hero, but you knew he was doing it to help Katsuki, to save him from burning up from the inside out. You wanted to ring him and explain what had happened, to beg for his forgiveness for hurting his best friend, as if youd done anything wrong, but you knew you couldnt. Not yet. You didn’t need Katsuki thinking you were sleeping with him too, he needed his best friend, you couldnt let anything get in the way of that. So you rang izuku, if anyone knew Katsuki it was him.

“Izuku, I need you. Im sorry it’s late, and I’m sorry we haven’t talked much in the past few days, I just…” You couldnt hold your tears back any longer, they were flooding your throat and your cheeks. “I can’t lose him, please.”

“I’ll be with you in a few minutes, meet me at the coffee shop by his apartment, it’s okay you won’t lose him.” Izuku was stern but soft spoken, he knew he needed to be there for you.

You stood tapping your foot against the floor as you leant against the building, your cigarette barely touched as it burnt out in your fingers. Izuku walked up to you and hugged you, embracing his arms tightly around you as you tried to stifle back your tears. He offered you a tissue to dry your tears, as you both continued to walk through the town.

“I can only imagine how badly he’s hurting Kirishima right now. I know he’s tough, but kacchans explosions are a next level type of brutality.” Izuku spoke sweetly, his green hair dancing in the wind as he tried his best to comfort you.

“Yeah, Im assuming he’s there too, I feel bad for forcing kirishima to put up with that shit..” Izuku interrupted you,

“You haven’t forced anyone to do anything, don’t worry. Be kind to yourself, you’ve done nothing wrong. I know it may seem like you’re the worst person in the world right now, but I promise you you’re not. Okay?” His sweet smile warmed your heart, you knew he was the best person to help you calm down, his demeanour was soft and kind, even if he didn’t have such immense power hed still be the most powerful hero around with that smile.

“Im gonna kill that report I swear…” You said looking at your feet, trying to get the picture of his face out of your head. Izuku stopped in his tracks, a finger to his chin as he mumbled to himself.

“The recording equipment is his quirk correct? Maybe he recorded the whole ordeal between you two? Maybe you could ask to get a record of it to show Katsuki, prove to him how it all happened?”

“You think either of them would listen to me right now?” You looked at him with half lidded swollen eyes, your desperation faltering at this proposal, there was not enough force in the world to get Katsuki to listen to you right now.

“Theres only one way to find out. You head to the reporter and I’ll head to kacchan, I’ll meet you at the agency in half an hour. I promise you I’ll get kacchan to listen to you, even if it means using reasonable force.” His smile quivered at his lip, his eyes tearing up as his determination shone through. You hugged him tightly and nodded, a small thank you managed to slip through your tight throat as he nodded and shot off towards his impending fight with Katsuki.

You managed to track down the reporter, pleading to him to let the footage free so you could show Katsuki that you didn’t want the kiss, didnt want the world to think youd cheated on him and worse yet, didnt want the world to think of him as a monster.

“And why would I do that? Our ratings are through the roof, everyone saw how he hurt you, they’re all furious at him for hurting his side kick, better yet his girlfriend. They don’t need convincing hes a monster, this was just the last final push to show them what they already feared. It means great things for you too, you rejected me and then became the wounded hero, left broken and bruised as the promise of marriage got ripped away from you. They love you! You’ll be the number two in no time…”His voice trailed off as he saw you drop to your knees, clutching your chest crying at his feet.

“Please…I can’t lose him. Hes everything to me. It’ll eat him up inside, it’ll shatter his heart. Please, he doesn’t deserve anymore pain, he’s been through enough.” You heard the click of the reporters quirk activate as you pleaded to him, looking up and being met with a camera lens an inch away from your face.

“What a sweet hero, begging to try save Dynamite, even thought he hurt her. This ladies and gentleman is what coercion in a relationship looks like, watch as she begs, tries to sacrifice herself to protect the man who hurt her. If you or anyone you love is being hurt by a partner then please dont refrain from calling the appropriate authorities.” The shock and anger became too much for you to handle. You grabbed the reporter by the throat and lifted him above your head as you let the flames engulf your other hand. You spoke directly to the lens in your face.

“This reporter is trying to destroy dynamites reputation by withholding important information. For the safety of the pro hero’s name, and the sanity of myself, I will now force him to active his quirk and show you the recording he has of him forcing himself onto me. I by no means condone the type of behaviour I am about to demonstrate, it is purely to clear dynamites name and show the world how cruel and misconstrued reporters can be. Im sorry.” And with that you reached your burning flames to the reporters chest, engulfing it entirely in warm sparks. Your flames weren’t particularly powerful in this instance, but you let them burn slightly hotter than youd wanted to, as his quirk activated and he replied the events that had caused the world to think dynamite had attacked you.

The world saw him advance you, you reject him, your declaration of love for dynamite, then Katsuki seeing everything from a distance. It was clear it had been misconstrued through the reporter, and what they all had thought was dynamite attacking you, was his frustration and anger at his own miscalculation of the events. You didn’t want everyone to see Katsuki being vulnerable, you knew he’d be beyond pissed at them seeing him nearly cry ontop of you, but you needed the world to see the truth. You went to dim your flames as the last of the recording played, but then it flicked to the reporter paying the villain money for his role in the carefully constructed play. He had planned this whole ordeal out, every moment, every tiny detail.

“You…you planned this? You planned our downfall for what….more ratings? The chance to potentially get your dick wet when I was beyond vulnerable? You’re a disgusting villain….” The flames burnt brighter as you clutched his neck harder in your fist. You wanted to kill him, wanted to make an example out of him, to show what really happens when you fuck around with hero’s lives. You were suddenly stopped as izuku and Katsuki shouted at you from behind you, carefully keeping their distance. You flicked your head to meet their gaze, lowering the reporter slightly as you saw how concerned izuku looked. You didn’t want them to see you as dangerous, but they looked at you with extreme caution and fear.

“Y/n, can you please put the reporter down? I spoke to kacchan and we saw the live stream, he believes you! Just, put your flames out, everything’ll be okay.”

Izukus voice shook, youd heard this tone before, he was talking to you like a villain. You felt disgusted in yourself, you lowered the reporter and extinguished your flames, falling to your knees and crying into your hands. Youd never seen that look of concern and anxiety in Katsukis eyes before, he truly thought of you as a threat in that moment.

Suddenly, as the reporter scrambled away from you, your whole body became engulfed in blue flames. You were too hurt, too broken, your quirk had become too much to handle, it had evolved into something unmanageable. You cried and screamed as your heart shattered inside your chest, not only had you lost your best friend, your future husband, but now there was no coming back from him looking at you like a villain. Your worst nightmares had been realised and played out right infront of you.

Your guttural screams shattered katsukis chest, as his feet moved before his mind, izuku tried to stop him but he was too fast. He burst through your flames as they scorched his skin, he dropped to his knees and held you against him. Your flames burnt the skin surrounding his forearms, his face, his chest, but he didn’t care. He winced through the pain and held you tighter, tears burning up before they could reach his cheeks. He sobbed into your head as you clung to him, desperately trying to put your flames out, but seeing they couldnt so easily be turned off, you started back away from him, screaming for him to leave you alone.

“Get back kats! I can’t turn them off! I can’t burn you like this, please, just run!” He grabbed your collar and pulled you into a passionate kiss. Your fire dancing around you both, now creating a circle forming around you both.

“Not a fucking chance, if you burn up then so do I, you fucking idiot. I love you, I have always loved you, and I will always love you.” As he embraced you and continued to cover you in kisses, your flames finally diminished, along with the help from izukus wind pressure. You lay in katsukis arms, burnt and breathing deeply, trying to get any oxygen you could, he looked down at you with burns singeing his own skin, as he whispered to you before you lost consciousness,

“How could I ever let the heart of Katsuki Bakugo ever burn up. You’re stuck with me now idiot, I’ll marry you and show the world that no one fucks with us, not now, not ever.”

You could see his smile fading away as your eyes fluttered closed, he really did believe you and izuku, he really did love you. If you died now, youd did happy knowing he loved you just as much as you loved him.

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ppnuggie · 2 years ago

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　　　　　　MTMTE x gn reader

　　　　『　rodimus ,, ultra magnus ,, chromedome ,, rewind ,, megatron ,, whirl ,, tailgate ,, swerve ,, cyclonus ,, first aid ,, ratchet ,, drift ,, gender neutral reader 』

　　-> christmas on the lost light

　　— fluff ,, sfw ,, crack

　　— sorry i havent been uploading as much 😭💔 ive been busy with work and school ,, but im on christmas break so hopefully ill be able to get through the few requests i have sitting in my inbox rn and reopen requests :(( ima try to start uploading more now as much as i can ❤️ heres a little something for christmas though ! hope you all enjoy christmas this year <3

• it was natural for the bots aboard to be interested in human customs ,, having lived in a war most their life . death and violence were something they were quite used to experiencing ,, never really having the time to experience anything outside of the horrors of war itself .

• swerve was one of the few main bots that pestered you often about human holidays . cybertronians didn't celebrate much ,, unless they were a group of autobots who just gave some decepticons a what-for .

• then again ,, swerve usually asked many questions regarding things on earth and what humans do . sometimes you humored him ,, sometimes you told little lies ,, like if you clapped three times in a mall it would be a sign that a tiger was loose . it was quite fun to put silly nonsense in that processor of his at times .

• though when it came to christmas he would not leave you alone . whether you celebrated it or not ,, you still explained the custom in general to him . how old saint nicholas would mosey on down the chimney ,, eat the cookies and drink the milk left out for him ,, and leave presents under the tree lit well and adorned with ornaments .

• you even pulled up the santa tracker for swerve ,, showing him where santa would go and be ,, how on christmas eve he would be flying around with his reindeer and leave presents

• hearing all of this intrigued chromedome and rewind ,, as well as tailgate and whirl . cyclonus didn't understand the hype and belief of having an old random man leave gifts in your house and eat your food even if left out specifically him . tailgate was thrilled though ,, a funny little old man leaving him gifts seemed so heavenly to him . chromedome and rewind ,, however ,, had different opinions . rewind was interested in this human holiday ,, whilst chromedome shared the same opinion as cyclonus . how were you sure this 'santa' guy wasnt gonna rob you ? and when you were sleeping nonetheless .

• rodimus already knew of this tradition ,, as did ratchet and ultra magnus . rodimus was quite ecstatic at the idea of having a christmas party ,, watching christmas movies and sipping on energon . maybe he could even have you sit on his lap ,, all cozy in those soft blankets and sippin on your own mug of hot chocolate .

• ratchet couldnt care less ,, grumbling something about how 'you humans and your holidays and customs' . though he definitely didnt deny the offer of going to this christmas party ,, it was nice to spend some time that didn't involve life threatening situations for once .

• ultra magnus ,, on the other hand ,, was quite picky about how the christmas party should be set up . he even tried to ban home alone ,, saying he didnt want rodimus to get any ideas from the traps in the movie . the last thing he needed was to end up in one the next day . though ,, the many outweigh the few ,, and so home alone was allowed in the movie marathon .

• now when you told him about the grinch ,, he wasnt sure if you were mocking him by saying it was an actual movie or if he should be concerned for what this dr.seuss guy was drawing . i mean ,, have you seen how hairy the grinch is ? or how the whos in whoville are shaped ? pointy noses and all ,, it was quite new to magnus .

• megatron ,, who overheard everything ,, already knew he wasnt going to be wanted at the party . it made sense ,, his past and everything he's done to earth and its people . though when you asked him to come ,, that you personally wanted him there ,, he swore he felt his spark stop for a second . he only gave a nod ,, whilst ravage bickered to him that night in his habsuite .

• whirl ,, to say the least ,, was prepared to fight santa . he was watching the santa tracker ,, waiting for the jolly fellow to pop up so whirl could fly down and bring out the big guns ( that brainstorm recently made ,, not yet tested out or put through a test trial so lord knows what may go wrong) . magnus almost had to throw him in the brig if he couldnt contain his sudden rage and fury for the old man .

• first aid was somewhat interested ,, never having celebrated a holiday before . it would be nice ,, getting together and doing nothing but watching movies all day . he hadnt seen movies from earth that much either ,, besides a few fast n furious ones here and there . needless to say ,, he was somewhat concerned for humans need to trash cars . he cringed a little on the inside ,, watching those perfectly good cars blow up . it was like a horror movie but for cybertronians .

• during the movie marathon ,, whirl tried to sneak violent night and black christmas in ,, saying they were also christmas movies and that they should watch them . magnus ended up throwing them out ,, saying no one really felt like seeing dying people during this one time of peace .

• drift enjoyed the nightmare before christmas ,, the claymation alone was enough to captivate him . then the designs of the characters ,, the music and songs ,, even jack's childlike wonder for christmas matched his own (in a few ways) . during that movie you sat with him ,, sharing a few facts about the movie itself . how long it took to make and how hard it is to do claymation movies .

• during the polar express you stayed with rewind and chromedome ,, snuggling in between the two and sippin on your hot chocolate . rewind enjoyed watching the train on the ice whilst chromedome puffed about how he coulda easily done that himself and saved everyone . you only rolled your eyes ,, muttering out a sure as you fought back a smile .

• during a break in between the movies you noticed megatron ,, standing awkwardly in the corner with his own cube of fools energon in servo . you smiled at the bot ,, walking up to him and having a small conversation with him . you didnt honestly think he’d show up ,, but youre glad he did . he let you sit with him during one of the movies ,, bonding well with the giant bot .

• he was quite warm ,, heat coming from off his body as you huddled close to him . he tucked his servo around you ,, worried you may fall off . for a few moments during the movie you swore you saw him smile at some of the corniest parts ,, or chuckle softly at some of the dumbest jokes .

• you took turns ,, switching between bots during different movies . you would sit in their laps ,, explain little things you liked about the movie playing and share a few things of your own childhood during this time of the year .

• it was nice ,, to say the least . having time to the bots ,, doing things that reminded you of home . it wasnt the same ,, but it was the thought that counted . spending time with them peacefully was more than enough for you ,, and definitely more than you could ask for this christmas .

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xxplastic-cubexx · 2 months ago

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yk it's mother's day we should have the xmen giving charles gifts/hugs because he's their mother

i only have like three seconds to draw anything but this thought made me giggle....

#xmen #xmen comics #oh boy here we go #bobby drake #hank mccoy #warren worthinton iii #scott summers #jean grey #charles xavier #snap sketches #turns out spending the day with your moth takes a lot of time EJALVJEALVKEJ #i REALLY wish i had more time to draw anything but im so busy this week but also i cant skip on mothers day...#i thought id have more time today but turns out having to exchange perfume takes a lot of time out of the day vjeLJELEKAJV #maybe ill finish this at some point but for now.. please take my silly scribble #i couldnt make it in time for it to actually be mothers day still but whatever... its still mothers day SOMEWHERE in the world..#anyway charles should have one (1) nice day with his kids. just one tho any more then its GREED. im gonna go sleep now...

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kellyssfe · 23 days ago

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Jack never liked the rain. Honestly? It scared him, he remembers the nights he had to spend in alleyways alone while he would get poured on. He’d shiver and cry out for his mama, but she never came.

David always loved the rain. He loved the smell and the sound of it, whenever he couldnt sleep he’d hope it started raining so he could be easily lull and knock out. It always made him feel better.

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Its been raining in New York nonstop for about a month now, but today was different. There was thunder to be expected within the next hour and Jack was not having it. The other newsies were somewhat excited, especially Race since Spot had come over and it was too dangerous for him to go all the way back home, so he’s spending the night.

Jack sat and looked out the window, it was already pouring and it was bound to thunder at any minute. He thought about Davey, he wondered if he enjoyed this, theres no way he could! This downpour was horrible. Jack decided he should go check on Davey, just incase he was… y’know, scared.

His only issue was the newsies.

If he tried to leave and they saw, they wouldn’t let him. Not in this weather, and because Spot was there, it was gonna be even harder to leave. He sat for a moment trying to find a way to make a quiet exit, and then he had it, the back window in the smaller kids room. He quickly made his way downstairs and opened the door slowly. Luckily, all the children were asleep so all he had to was open the window and slip out. He did just that.

Unfortunately, it took him about 10 minutes to successfully leave because the window led straight down. No stairs, no ladder, nothing. So he had to climb the wall to the best of his abilities and jump to the stairs. By the time he got all the way down the thunder had started, and naturally, he panicked. He ran as fast as he could to Daveys, what usually would be a 20 minute walk became a 10 minute run.

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knock knock

David looked up from his book, for a second he thought he was hearing things. Until he heard it again and turned around, to his shock it was Jack, and he was absolutely soaked. From his silly cowboy hat to his rusted out shoes, Davey could see the shivering as clear as day, he could also see the fear on Jacks face. So he got up and quickly opened the window, to which Jack basically fell in.

“Jesus Jack! What were you thinking comin over here in this weather? What would of happened if the thunder woulda hit you?”

“Well, it didnt. So how are ya Davey? Say.. how do youse feel about the thunder?”

“Its nice, I like it, the sound of it,” Davey starts unbuttoning Jacks vest, after he goes to grab one of his shirts, throwing it at Jack “put this on. It helps me sleep. What about you?” “You’re a strange one.” “What? How?” “Its just,” Jack blinks, now avoiding Daveys eyes. “its annoying is all. Its not… nice. And the thunder! Swear, just as I’s about to fall asleep, bam! Thunder! And I shoot back up.”

Davey almost laughs. “Jack, are you scared of the rain n thunder?” this makes Jack go pale, confirming Daveys suspicions, and he fails to hold back his laugh. Now Jacks embarrassed. He turns his back to Davey and runs his hands through his hair. “I oughta be gettin back to the lodge, before they notice Im gone, y’know.” Davey frowns, immediately feeling bad. He could easily guess why Jack was scared, considering his life before being a newsie. He shouldn’t have laughed and he knew it, it was more of a shocked laugh than a teasing one.

He sneaks behind him and wraps his hands around Jacks waist, causing him to jump. He forcibly turns Jack around, “Im sorry, I didnt mean to laugh Jack. Really, I was just suprised. Stay for the night, you cant go back in this weather anyways” He stands on his tippy toes and presses a soft kiss to Jacks nose, causing Jack to scrunch his nose and give a small smile.

They go to lie down in Daveys bed, under the blanket Jack adored. Davey wanted to get him one for maybe Christmas, or his birthday. Jack lays his head on other boys chest, his arm wrapped around Daveys while his hands are wrapped around Jacks waist. A shot of thunder hits the air and Jack jumps, squeezing Daveys arm. Davey leaves a soft kiss on his head, stroking his hair, comforting Jack until he falls asleep.

#92sies #jack kelly #newsies #david jacobs #javey newsies #javid newsies #javid #javey

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bbmsxlene · 11 months ago

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𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐄 - 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐊𝐎 𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐈

shoko has always been in love with you, and it wasn’t just a silly sexual attraction. her love was far away from the jokes satoru and suguru made about wanting to fuck you. nono, that wasn’t even the half of it, their desire wasn’t even as close as the abyss of yearning she left. she craved you. your whole existence was like air to her—your smiles, your scent, your hair. she needed to be close to you, to live inside your skin.

and oh, the amount of times she wished she could bend realities and become a boy, just to have a chance to taste your lips and feel your skin beneath her fingers. it wasn’t about gender for her, it was about the sick and twisted sensation she felt every time she saw you. possessiveness.

she needed to ruin you, to bite you, to make you fall in love with her as much as she did. and her love was deep — consuming even, one of the many things she couldn’t manage to control. she often found herself thinking about you, while smoking, drinking her coffe, showering, hell, while sleeping too.

she couldn’t even bring herself to hate you for this, all she could do was despise herself for liking this beautiful agony she lived in. being held hostage by someone she couldnt even touch.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: uhh i can’t sleep so here’s this i guess…? it’s kinda ass but lest be honest is there any time where writing is NOT ass🤨

#jujutsu kaisen #shoko ieri #jjk shoko #shoko x reader #jjk x y/n #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen shoko

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ilovewrinklyoldmeninbands · 6 months ago

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Lars is readers brother

my writing isnt gonna be good, im new too this. criticism is appreciated:3

you were in a garage of the shared house. you always had a crush on dave, but you KNEW you couldnt date him, he was your brothers bandmate?? but it didnt really stop you, it kinda encouraged you even more. you were watching them play, lars kept nagging you too watch him, but you kinda just watched dave, the way his veiny ass hands played so well, the way him and james laughed.

they finished playing after like two hours, you kept staring at dave, and he didnt exactly notice. james and lars were talking and lars noticed you staring at dave, las came up too you.

"whatre you lookin at? whyre you lookin at him?" he questioned

"leave me alone lars, im not starin." you muttered, looking away frok

"hes not the guy you want, hes kinda a dick? he poured beer on ron man, made him leave."

"okay lars? im a adult leave me alone"

"still my younger sister??" he said harshly

you just start ignoring lars, james told him too lay off and he just did. your knees were too your chest, just watching everyone, dave say next too you on the worn couch and offered you a beer, you took the cold beverage out of his hand, you struggled too open it and he did if for you, making him chuckle

"thank you, dave" you said quietly,

"your welcome, you dont talk too me enough, how come? your always here."

"im not sure, we should definitely talk more."

"why not talk now?"

you looked at him, that cocky smirk, you just nodded. this was the start of a conversation that lasted HOURS, not even noticing its been that long. the time just went by so quickly. you talked about everything and anything, he definitely had some interesting opinions, you could feel yourself falling for him more and more. his attention fully on you, yours fully on him, he told funny stories from when he was a teenager, and you did the same.

everyone else was asleep, it was just you and dave talking. he was so interesting. after a few hours you both got tired. he walked too his room, sahing goodnight. not wanting too leave you but he had too. you just layed your head on your arms, stomach down on the couch and fell asleep. your clothes were jeans and a hoodie so you were pretty comfortable already.

it was the morning, you woke up with a horrible back pain, why do you always sleep on your stomach??, you just got jp and sucked it up. you walked into,the kitchen, everyone was still asleep- or just in there rooms. you got bagels and made yourself some. you didnt bother with a plate and grabbed a bottled water, your socks didnt do much against the cold hardwood ground, you walked out too the porch and just ate your food, watching the sun rise highsr and higher. kinda zoned out. you finished eating and kept staring. dave walked out with a smile, he didnt expect you,roo be awake

"good morning" his voice was still raspy from sleep,

"good morning, dave" you said with a slight smile, he sat next too you and looked at the sun with you, his orange hair being shined on, it honestly looked like he was made too be in the sun. you could feel yourself staring then quickly looked away, looking at the sunrise again.

"pretty isnt it?" you mumbled,

"yeah, like you." he gave a silly grin

"oh stoppp" you said teasingly, you couldnt deny the blush creeping up your neck.

as the day progressed you noticed how distant everyone seemed too dave, their faces a little annoyed? but you just ignored it, you talked too him whenever you could, so he didnt feel upset. james still grinned and dave but it was off- you didnt pay much too it though.

the guys stayed up almost all night drinking, you didnt wanna be around it so you just went too your room, you heard a little fighting but didnt care that much. they were probably being drunk and dumb, but you couldnt help but feel worried for dave, what were they doing down there?? you eventually fell asleep, this time not on your stomach.

in the morning you walked downstairs, you noticed james and dave were gone, you asked lars and he just shrugged, you asked cliff, who seemed upset. then you heard his responce, you,couldve swore your heart stopped.

"what do you mean they kicked him out??"

" man youve seen how he acted sometimes- he'll be fine? hes a grown man."

"you guys are dicks."

you walked back too your room, your shaky hands calling his phone, no answer, you tried again, no answer. you felt tears in your eyes. the next week you refused too talk too anyone, dave was the only one that really got you, did he miss you? did he care? you felt so bad for,him, he treated the band like brothersk and they just, kicked him out?

it was around 9pmm you decided you wanted too,get takeour. you were walking downtown and just looking at people, hoping youd see him but you knew you wouldnt. you didnt know where he was, was he okay? you knew he would be stubborn and not talk too anyone for awhile, you were lost in your thoughts and accidentally brushed shoulders with someone aggressively, not really on purpose.

"excuse you?" the voice sounded familiarm you stopped and turned around and saw his orange hair.

"dave?" he was looking away, but when you said,that he locked eyes with you,

"oh.. hi.." he said sheepishly, waiting for your response,

"hi.. dude im sorry about what happened.." he looked so sad.

"yeah man.. its fine though, i just- they were brothers too me man. they just left me like that." he said quietly,

you didnt know what too say, you felt really bad. you guys began talking alot, it was like it never changed, just talking. he offered too pay half on a apartment if you pay half. you nodded, you desperately wanted too move out of the other house.

its been months since dave got kicked out, he started his own band. you two started dating, you barely talked too,anyone from the band, rney were all pissed at you, for just leaving for the 'asshole', but you were happier. dave was in your arms, you two habe only been dating like 3 months, he was listening too your heartbeat.

"you,know i love you,right?" he let the words stay in the quiet air before you responded

"i love you too dave. ive been loving you" you said softly, running your fingers threw his orange hair.

"good. cus id be pretty mad if you only just started lovin me" he chuckled, making you,chuckle. you knew he wws the one you wanted the rest of your,life, no matter what happensk youll be there.

I need too be beat up,and laughed at ahaha i😔💔 ty wierd genetic fuckup for helping md btw ily pooks

#metallica #fanfic #megadeth #dave mustaine #dave mustaine x reader #lars ulrich #james hetfield #cliff burton #ron mcgovney #metal #i dont know #please dont burn me at the stake

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In The Middle | Satosugu

anime/manga: jujutsu kaisen

character: gojo satoru & geto suguru

words: 798

pronouns: they/them

request: none

notes: probably an overused prompt but idc sue me, i needed to write one of my own. im a sucker for misunderstanding. i haven't written anything in such a long time, it's been a while im sorry, satosugu have been on my mind for a while, and i needed to write something with them because i love them so fucking much. it's gonna be a series, so hopefully i dont disappear after one part lol... later on it might be specific on some insecurities bc i need it and i thought well let's just share it with the world and other who might need it. sorry for any mistakes T-T

not proof read

song rec: SHE'S - In The Middle

genre: hurt comfort, fluff, slowburn, a little bit angsty, poly?

warnings: bad english not my first language, satosugu are in a loving relationship, misunderstanding, pinning, a lot of pinning on satosugu's end, reader is so oblivious (is that the right one?), insecure and self conscious reader

You've always told yourself you weren't the type to live with anyone, you liked your quiet and your peace. Alone in your little bubble, without a soul to disturb it. And yet, here you were awoken by your roomates lover quarrel in the room next door, for the hundredth time this week.

"Don't you love me anymore? Am I not enough for you?" a whiny voice whisper-screamed "Satoru, my love, it was a dream, it was all in your head." an exhausted voice replied

"So what?? It doesn't mean anything? Are my feelings not valid?" Gojo huffed.

"How are you so dramatic so early in the morning? Let's go back to sleep come here.", Geto carefully lifted the blanket so his boyfriend could go back exactly where he belonged, asleep and quiet in his arms.

Such occurences weren't new to you, you could even say there were your daily life, that's why you laughed hearing the bickering couple, and turned around in your bed to try and fall back asleep while their muffled voices could still be heard in the background. This was without counting on what part of their conversation your brain decided to pick up on next. "I dont know for how much longer I can do this Sugu.." Satoru sighed. "Me neither love, but there is nothing much we can do about it.They live with us." His black haired lover replied. "I know, ugh I know, but it's getting so much harder everyday. Seeing them is becoming unbearable. I can't stand it anymore, we need to do something." He went on. "Shh, I know, I feel the same. But we can't just drop this on them all of the sudden and expect it to go well." The oldest reasoned.

Your heart shattered on the other side of the wall, now sitting against the headboard, an unstoppable flow of tears falling down your face. You were a bother? You thought the three of you were friends, shit, scratch that, best friends. And yet, yet, this was how they felt about you. Fuck fuck FUCK You needed to calm down, it's okay, you're okay. It must have been a nightmare, yeah that's right, a nightmare. Your brain loved playing tricks on you, waking you up in the middle of the night with the most vivid and realistic nightmares ever, enough to send you into full blown meltdown. Nothing to worry about, it was just a nightmare, nothing else. That's what you told yourself and yet when you woke up you couldnt shake this weird feeling in your stomach. You contemplated staying in your bed all day and avoid your roomates but that would be silly to ignore them for something that was potentially just a dream. So you shook the silly feelings away and got out of your bed, made your way to the kitchen to make some breakfast. Your two roommates were already there, being lovey dovey in each others lap and the weird feeling made its way back into your stomach. "Hi there." You greeted tiredly, only to be met with an echo of short hms, and not even a nod to accompany the cold greeting. The lack of acknowledgment not helping with your already overthinking mind, you decided to take a quick breakfast and just leave them be. It could just be a coincidence, nothing to worry about haha, right? Or so you thought, because you were back in your room mindlessly scrolling through tik tok when you once again hear the muffled voices of your roommates. Your brain screamed at you to put your headphones on and drown out their conversation, but you couldn't get yourself to do it, and you decided to listen to them, to at least finally be able to know whether or not you dreamed what happened last night. And maybe you shouldn't have, but what else could you do now but listen to the cruel words of the ones you once considered your best friends. "Suguru, we need to do it soon. I can't even handle looking at them in the eyes anymore, let alone utter a word to them. We can't keep going like this." Satoru complained. "I know 'Toru, I know, but you need to understand it's not as easy as you think it is." You heard the black haired man answer. And it was enough for you, you needed to get out of there. You obviously were no longer welcomed here, and the sooner you left, the better it would be, for both parties. So inbetween tears you picked up a bag and threw some spare clothes and anything that you could think of in your frenzy state before you ran out of there, determined to never come back, at least not for a while.

here u gooo!! sorry i've been away for a while, i've been finding it hard to write and staying focused, but i missed it so much, especially for these two. i'll try not to take too long to write AT LEAST a second part, but would love to do more than this bc i want it to be extremely slown burn and a little bit angsty krkrkr

part 2 is here!!

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