#Casual everyday stuff without trying too hard

[restlessreveries]

-Checks dash-

-Sym/Nem ship mentioned-

“Oh no. Ohnoohnoohno-”

-Scenario that’s been living in the back of my head starts crashing against the locked door like that scene in the Shining.-

-Screams-

[devilfic]

Saw the previous Matt Murdock post and I can’t help but think of him as college professor dynamic???!

LIKE HOW WOULD HE BE?

❝criminal law professor!matt murdock❞

cw: law school professor matt being everyone's wet dream, brief mention of alcohol, brief suggestive content. words: 1.3k.

AHHHHHHH criminal law professor!matt who never set out to teach but got invited to a lecture held by an old lawyer friend of his and built up such good rapport with the students that when one of them came up to him after class and told him they'd sign up for any class he'd teach, the cogs started turning

only teaches one class a semester, probably one class a year

one of those professors that almost everybody wants to get in with but is prone to several dropouts after the first two weeks because of his teaching style

he's very casual most of the time but very much hands-on and will not let up on you for a second if he thinks it's a teaching moment

he's relentless. he is not an easy A but you will come out of his class better than you went in

his favorite part of the job is getting into ethical debates with the students

likes to do a lot of mock trials and very regularly stick his students with cases that test their moral judgment

it's not to make them feel bad or play at having the higher moral ground if they make a "wrong" decision, but more so to force them to consider what they're willing to compromise on to win a case

and whether winning cases is the best thing for them or for their client

he's the type of professor who will gladly stay an hour or two after class just chatting it up with students over cases he's done in the past or answering questions about practicing law professionally

he grades hard but he always offers ample feedback to make his students do better next time

has a saying that he'll never turn down a coffee from a student trying to butter him up

and immediately follows up with "it won't make me change your grade but it will help me remember your name"

this motherfucker definitely likes to sit on the edge of his desk while teaching, too

undoes his tie a bit when he gets passionate about a topic, rolls up his shirt sleeves to his elbows, has to stop himself from pacing the room without his walking stick when he feels particularly excited about a discussion

does not care about late work like at all

as long as you get it to him before the end of the semester, you'll be fine

you'll be panicking, emailing him about how you're so sorry but your laptop got stolen on your way home and that you'll have to rewrite your entire paper from scratch in the school lab tonight so it'll be a day late and you'll get a response back in 4 minutes that just says "No problem, stay safe - Sent from my iPhone"

and... your laptop is mysteriously returned a few days later. apparently whoever stole it had a serious change of heart. you also got a 98 on your paper

(he may not be swayed to change your grade with coffee but he is a bit of a softie when it comes to stuff like this)

he's also just the hottest professor on campus. do I even have to say it at this point

comes to class everyday in a nice button-up, very form-fitting trousers (none of his students have ever seen him in a pair of jeans nor will they), glasses perched on the tip of his nose, a leather messenger bag at his side that is mysteriously well-stocked with first aid supplies, and a loose red tie around his throat

do you see the vision

cancels class often because of daredevil business and treats these as days to work on papers

tries not to cut class short because of daredevil business

it actually makes him a bit sad when he has to, and so he makes it an open invitation that if students catch him out in the wild or walking around campus, they can bother him as much as they want

his TA is a little (a lot) exasperated with him but he makes up for it by buying them food. it has actually put a dent in his budget at this point but their appeasement makes it worth it

he has an office on campus but he very rarely uses it for office hours, you can pretty much find him anywhere BUT his office

he likes to meet in coffee shops or lecture halls or parks on campus because he feels like it's less daunting for students to just sit and talk out in the open

he's very popular on valentine's day

students and faculty alike will shower him with chocolates and mini bottles of wine and roses and proposals to go out for drinks sometime and he always accepts the gifts graciously

and then passes them onto his TA, karen, or foggy

although he'd be lying if he said he didn't keep some of the wine for himself

he has a strict rule against dating within the university, he'd just rather it not be awkward

now,,, a one night stand with a fellow professor maybe? no strings attached? he's not opposed to that

let's just say that tie and office are getting put to good use-

if you're a student and want a piece though, you're gonna have to wait until you've gotten your degree, sorry

he happens to like his one class a semester/year and he'd very much not like to deal with the legal repercussions of getting caught with a student. repercussions of which he is well-versed in

but alright. I mentioned that he sometimes has to cancel class because of daredevil business and so I MUST tackle the big question: does anyone suspect him

yes and no

it starts out simple. sometimes he shows up to lectures with cuts and bruises, some bandaged but fresh, and swears that it's nothing to worry about. you might catch him wearing the rare sweater on those days, even

when he gets questioned about it, he sort of spins some half-baked lie about boxing being his part-time hobby

and then people start noticing that he's never around when there's a daredevil sighting

now, he doesn't always cancel class for daredevil business. sometimes it's because he's got a client to take care of!

but he also loves to invite his students to sit in on the less serious cases so. what gives

one student starts a rumor and then it kind of becomes a joke in class that professor murdock is secretly daredevil

most of them don't take it seriously because how could their sweet, chill, blind professor murdock be a crime-fighting vigilante? it just wouldn't make sense!

and you know what this bitch does? he feeds into it

student: yeah, professor murdock is daredevil. that's a good one

matt: what do you mean?

student: oh, it's just a joke! we know you couldn't be daredevil

matt: but I am

student: hahaha that's funny

matt: no, I really am daredevil. haven't you noticed? same build, never in the same place at the same time, devilishly handsome

student: uh-huh, sure thing professor

matt: is it cause I'm blind? that's pretty insensitive, don't you think? you don't think blind people just read braille all day and get walked across the street, do you? is that what you think?

student: well I mean no but like... I mean.... uh....

matt: nahhh I'm just fucking with you. I am daredevil, though

student: hahaha for sure man, definitely

matt:

he does fly too close to the sun one day though when one of his students tries to debate him in class about it for shits and giggles and accidentally comes up with such a compelling argument for why he could definitely be daredevil that he sort of just nervously laughs and stops making jokes about it for the next four weeks

also keeps a flask in his desk drawer to pour into his mug after a rough night on patrol. but if anyone asks, no the fuck he didn't. mind your business. you have a C in his class

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[matenrou-fan]

Can I request hitoya and ichiro with an introvert anxious reader who's afraid to communicate please

Hitoya and ichiro with an introverted! GN! s/o

GNreader, fluff, just wholesome stuff;;

-Hitoya doesn't tolerate any weakness and whines from people around him, but he does understand the difference between abuse of victim status, when someone just keeps hiding behind this wall, without any tries to change and actually a soft person who's just much more pacifistic than this world will tolerate.

-Overprotective af, always asking about your well-being. Quiet introverted people get bullied for their behavior too often for your boyfriend not to think about it, and everytime he looks at your face he can't help but worry about your life when he's not here.

-"How are you today? Is everything good?" - his always perpetually furrowed brows relax a little when Hitoya gets closer to you, watching your eyes very vigilant. - "Mm, I'm glad to hear that.."

-That's why Hitoya is trying to spend more time with you in the evenings after work. Your presence in his house as you sit together soothes his nerves as much as his unspeakable care relaxes you.

-With your fear of communication, he wouldn't get too touchy, as this peaceful atmosphere in still air is enough expression of love for you both. No words, only clothes rustling and his muffled coughs as Hitoya reading something with a serious face.

-But that doesn't mean he wouldn't be glad to listen to your mumble about the day or some special thing that impressed you. Difference between your and his attitude is actually so amusing, and seeing you being so open to him, without any anxiety or shyness makes corners of his lips lift up.

-And if you actually feel bad, Hitoya's here, ready to hold you tight in his warm protective hug. He's an experienced old man and knows how to choose the right words to calm someone down, especially his own partner who his value more than anything.

-"Come here, my dear.." - voice so soft as he pressed a small kiss to your forehead, hand on your back, stroking your trembling shoulders. - "Shh, I'm here.. I'm here for you."

-Life already gives him too many lessons about how important our everyday casual words are, and despite him still acting so grumpy and harsh with people around, for you Hitoya is the most soft person in the world. Never raising his voice or roasting you for your fears, only scolding with tired sighs yet without any rancor. -Cause you are you, and he loves the way you are, with your wrong and weak side. But that doesn't mean he wouldn't guide and help you to get rid of it, starting with your communication problems. Hitoya's hand always holding your own so tightly whenever you two in public, slow drags of his thumb around your knuckles soothes your trembling in fear soul. And if you get in a crowd he would push you closer, murmuring that everything is okay and you shouldn't be afraid. He's here, after all.

-And if someone even dares to laugh at you, this person is dead. As your boyfriend can deal with such disgusting people very easily and only in one way.. and they should thank goddess if Hitoya wouldn't be able to find too much info about them that would be enough to send them to prison. Well, but at least he ruined their reputation very well.

-Cause, after all, Hitoya's here to help you get through any problems you will have during your differences from this cruel world.

-As a more easygoing and cheerful person it's hard for him to experience the full depth of your fear yet Ichiro can understand this mood when you don't want to see anyone, as he can enjoy some alone time too sometimes.

-Well, that means you both will find joy in quiet dates in his house, watching another anime your boyfriend finds..! As a hardcore nerd, he really appreciates such quality time together all alone, especially if you find it more comfortable than an energetic date on the loud streets of Ikebukuro.

-"Here, I'm sure you would like this one..!" - his casual big smile always turns into some soft and gentle one whenever you two were so close.

-Cause despite his ebullient soul, Ichiro is very attentive and compassionate to other people, and especially you. Even if he is your boyfriend now, he's still kinda nervous to bring some uneasy feelings to you, that's why he treats you like a porcelain doll sometimes, all tender and caring.

-Also, Ichiro himself gets kinda nervous when it's about something more romantical.. You're sitting here, all coy and timorous, he's sitting next to you, with an awkward smile and uncertain with his sudden shyness, and you both have no idea how to ask for some hug or even kiss without falling unconscious.

-Yet from his perspective, it's even better that you both are so insecure - it means you can help each other improve yourself! Slowly surmount step by step in this path together, hand in hand.

-Of course he finds it really cute when you cling to him like that, anxious from the amount of people on streets, of course he loves to calm you down, showering you with soft attention and care when you feel sad.. Ichiro fell in love with you because of who you are, after all, for this difference between your fragile soul and his more stoic character.

-Yet as your lover, Ichiro wants to see your sincere smile more often, and fill your soul with confidence, so you wouldn't be that afraid to look at the world outside your room.

-"Come on, you can hold my hand.." - his voice almost drops to whisper as he pat your head, soothing your trembling body. - "Just breathe deeply and don't pay attention to people, okay? No one would hurt you, I promise.."

-He know how to calm you down with his small but deep speeches that come from his golden heart, and it feels like he put piece of his sincere love in every words.

-And the fact that you find peace in his words warms Ichiro's soul very much, as he promises you again and again to be the best boyfriend you will ever find, who's will protect you from any troubles, showing you how to see a bright side of this world.

[cha0ticspacebi]

You're An Image Caught in Time: Chapter 13

You got your soulmark when you were very young. You knew who you hoped had left their mark but since they never said anything to you, you resigned yourself to a life of bitter unrequited love. As much as you wanted to meet your soulmate you knew after all these years they must not want to meet you. Though the mark never faded some days you wished it would. Especially after meeting Billy.

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Childhood Friends! Eddie Munson X Reader

Tags: 18+ NSFW MDNI, slowish burn soulmate AU, reader is in an abusive relationship with Billy Hargrove, Dark! Billy, Eddie is a sweetheart but bad at feelings, hurt/comfort, eventual smut, eventual happy ending

Warnings: rape/non con elements, emotional and physical abuse, graphic depictions of violence, suicidal thoughts

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Spending winter break with Eddie was truly a dream come true. Eddie was so supportive and tried so hard to make you feel as comfortable as he could. It was Christmas Eve and the two of you were decorating a small tree that sat on top of the end table in the living room. Eddie was on the couch and you sat on the floor thumbing through a box of ornaments. You hadn’t heard anything from Billy since that night but a lot still happened in the past few days, first and foremost? You moved out of your mom and step dad's place. 

“You know?” Eddie casually brought up the day following the incident with Billy showing up after D&D, “What I said that night still stands.” He offered you a pretzel as the two of you sat snuggling on his bed. Your brows scrunched together as you eat the bite he just gave you trying to remember what that was, “About you moving in? Whenever you’re ready you just say the word and I’ll go get all your stuff from that house and you never have to see them again if you don’t want to. But I also don’t want to seem pushy so I hope I'm not being too forward, like I know we’re soulmates but that doesn’t mean we are -” he was rambling and you looked up from his chest to kiss his cheek.

“Eddie? Can I ask you something?” You sat up and fiddled with your fingers, “There’s something I’ve wanted to ask for a really long time, even more so once I found out who you were. Do you think we’d still be friends even if we weren’t soulmates?” His eyes widened as he pondered your question. In your mind it made sense, if he wasn’t your mate he might have never stopped talking to you and your life might look very different than it does now or if you weren’t soulmates maybe you wouldn’t have been friends in the first place. 

After a moment he spoke, “Sweetheat, I can’t imagine a universe where you’re not in my life. If you hadn't left your mark on my arm that day, who knows? Maybe I wouldn’t have pushed you away and hurt you like I did, all I know for sure is that without you, my life felt empty. Everyday I would go into that fucking school and know that I couldn’t have you because I had fucked up. I was an idiot! Until we got matched up for that project I thought I’d never get a chance to speak to you again. You’d graduate, move away, and forget about me. If you told me right now you wanted nothing to do with me I’d back off because I swear on my pathetic, cynical existence that I will never do anything to hurt you again. I’ve caused you enough suffering.”

You turned your body around and crawled up into his lap hugging him like a koala wrapping its body around a tree, “You’re not pathetic Eddie! You were just a scared kid. I don’t blame you, please know that.”

He kissed your forehead, “I don’t deserve you. You divine angel of the heavens, your light shouldn’t grace a lowly demon like me.”

You chuckled softly into his lips as you kissed him some more, “You’re so dramatic, but that’s why I love you.” Both of your faces light up bright red as your spontaneous admission slips out so casually. You didn’t regret saying it, it was true, you’d felt strong feelings for him since you were young. He was always such an important person to you even after pushing you away. You held tightly to the memories of him and they helped you get through countless sleepless nights. Soulmate or not, love was definitely the right word to describe how you felt about this man.

You licked your lips and swallowed hard waiting for him to respond. His hand cradled your cheek and he whispered into your mouth with a kiss, “I love you too princess. God that feels so good to say out loud! I’ve wanted to shout it from the rooftops for so long and now I’m going to tell you everyday so you never forget. I love you.”

You laughed again, “I think we’re doing all of this backwards and out of order.”

“You’re right, I’ve never even had a girlfriend and now I have the most incredible goddess of a woman in my lap saying she loves me? Pinch me because Christ I must be dreaming.”

“Eddie? Can I be your girlfriend please?” 

His hand plays gently with the bottom hem of your shirt and his finger brushes softly against your bare skin, “Of course sweetheart.”

After that you agreed to move in. One day when both your parents were out you and Eddie went over there and moved your clothing and personal items into your new home. You left a letter for your mom and placed it carefully on the coffee table and then closed the door before leaving for good. You and Eddie were thoroughly enjoying not being separated anymore until yesterday when it suddenly became very real that you were living together now. You were in the living room watching a movie and Eddie said he was going to go take a nap. When your movie ended you got up to go join him but he wasn’t asleep.

“Shit!” You surprised him when you opened his door. You watched as he quickly covered himself and apologized profusely, “Sorry sweetheart! I’ve just been so worked up having you around all the time and I didn’t want to pressure you.” Your flushed face just stared at him and left without a word. You hadn’t talked about it since.

“There,” Eddie placed a star atop the tree and pulled you out of your daydream, “Done. Makes this place feel a little less depressing don’t you think,” he laughed. His smile lifted your spirits and gave you the strength to address the elephant in the room.

“Eddie we should talk about what happened yesterday,” you closed the small storage container you’d been pulling ornaments from.

He rubbed tension from his neck, “Do we have to? It was so embarrassing!”

You shake your head, “I’m sorry I walked in on you but Eddie you could have asked me to you know, help you out?” You weren’t sure why this was so hard to talk about. It’s not like either of you were virgins.

Eddie sighed, “And I’m sure you would have been great at it but listen. I won’t touch you like that until you specially ask me. I want to show you that consent is important in these matters. I’m sure that fucker did more than you’ve told me and I want you to know that it won’t be like that with me. If you ever want it, that is.”  

“Of course I want you silly. The fact that you’re willing to wait until I’m ready makes me want you all the more.”

“When you’re ready I’ll cherish your body and mind in every way imaginable. I want nothing more than to make you feel good. But I think we should wait.”

“Only if you promise me one thing,” he sat on the edge of the couch as you held his hands from your place on the floor, “When I say I’m ready you won’t try to talk me out of it. If I make the decision that I want it, you won’t try to tell me that you don’t think I’m ready.”

He squeezed your hands, “As long as you promise to not make such an important decision lightly. Really think about it and don’t just say yes because you’re worried about pleasing me. Deal?”

“Deal.”

You jump up and start raiding his cupboards. He looks at you curiously, “What are you doing princess? We just had dinner, are you still hungry? I think the grocery stores might still be open for another hour.”

You pull flour and sugar from his cabinets but pout that you couldn’t find everything you're looking for, “It’s Christmas Eve. I want cookies for santa.”

He laughed scoping you up into his arms, “My girl wants cookies! Cookies she shall have.” He grabbed his keys and you both bundled up. Snow had been falling all day and sticking to the ground. There was already a fair amount built up on the windshield of Eddie’s van. The radio was playing Christmas music and you sang quietly to yourself as he watched you, struggling to keep his eyes on the road. Your bruises were becoming more faint everyday and he made sure to put ointment on your cuts every night to ensure maximum healing. You looked happier and healthier. That’s all he could ask for. 

The grocery store was desolate and the workers gave you grouchy looks as you walked in 30 minutes before they closed but you wanted cookies for santa and Eddie would fight anyone that tried to take that away from you. You grabbed a basket and found most of what you were looking for. You checked the baking section for vanilla and slouched when they didn’t have any left.

“Can’t you just use these?” Eddie grabbed like 7 other bottles that all contained some kind of extract. He was so fucking cute you couldn’t even stand it. You bit your lip in thought trying to remember what your grandma told you worked well as a substitute. 

“Eddie, do you like pancakes? I could make you breakfast in the morning and I can use the maple syrup as a vanilla alternative.”

Your boyfriend’s resolve crumbled as you stood in that grocery store. He whispered in your ear, “Careful sweetheart. We just talked about waiting and you’re really feeding my perfect little housewife fantasy.”

Your lip curled into your mouth as you bit it harder, “Then should I wear an apron while I cook?”

He played with your hair, “I take it all back, you're a demon princess. You absolute minx teasing me like this but yes sweetheart. I would love anything you choose to cook for me.”

You finish your shopping and walk hand in hand back to the van. It’s snowing a little harder when you step outside and you feel like characters in an old painting. Walking in a winter wonderland, not another soul around as you listen to the quiet of winter. No cars on the road. No people out and about. It’s just the two of you as you walk across the parking lot. You put the bags in the back of the van and Eddie starts the engine but keeps his driver’s door open, turning up the holiday music a bit and beckons you with a crooked finger to join him. He dances with you in that empty parking lot, both of your boots leaving prints in the collecting snow. The streetlights come on and several employees exit the store.

Eddie spins you around one last time and pulls you close to him, “I love you so much. Ready to make those cookies?”

He drives you back home and Uncle Wayne is outside smoking. He’s holding a small box that you notice as you walk up. He holds it out for you, “Here kiddo, this was on the porch for you when I got home. Figured I’d let you decide what to do with it.”

Billy’s name was on the tag. You turned the small package over in your hands before walking towards the common area in the trailer park and tossing it in the trash. Eddie looked so proud of you, “I don’t even want to know what was in there. Nothing he could give me would excuse what he did,” you grabbed Eddie’s arm, “I already have everything I need.”

Your heart swelled to sizes you didn’t even think possible as you settled in for the night. Uncle Wayne watching television as Eddie did his best to try helping you in the kitchen. He somehow managed to get flour all over the both of you, but you didn’t mind because you had been wearing an apron. You added the chocolate chips and mixed them into the bowl. Eddie held the tray for you while you scooped out balls of dough, once the bowl was nearly empty you both stuck a finger in and swiped out a bit of leftover dough. You pressed your finger into Eddie’s mouth and he sucked it clean as he mirrors your movements, his thick finger tenderly opening your mouth and letting your tongue lick it clean. You felt flushed as he pulled his finger back out. The oven beeps and you stick the tray inside.

You can’t help but feel a bizarre sense of TV sitcom domestic perfection as you survey the scene out ahead of you. Doing the dishes together while your homemade dessert bakes and Christmas movies play in the background. Once you finish cleaning up you spend the rest of the night talking to Eddie and his uncle about your plans to go over Steve’s tomorrow for a Christmas party. Oh and of course eating cookies. 

[mistresslilianblog]

31 [F4M]]#USA Maryland Gentle Sadist Looking for #Online Submissive

Hello,

This is an ad for an **online/irl D/s dynamic on mutual respect. If you are looking for a quick jerk off session, and roleplay,, I suggest you look elsewhere. Same story if you are looking for a 'forever Domme' or are exclusively interested in a monogamous long term relationship. I am looking for something in between those two extremes and hopefully some of you are too.

I am looking for a sub interested in stretching and training their holes, orgasm control/chastity, subtle public play, daily tasks, and service. When it comes to tasks and training, I like to include things that increase my submissive's well-being, as well as straightforward sexual assignments. I enjoy giving caring, *consensual* sadism, humiliation, and degradation, for our mutual enjoyment and within your limits.

I am a reasonable person and am looking for the same. and to be able to go back and forth between talking about everyday stuff and talking about kink. I don't like high protocol or very strict, scripted scenes, I try to create a dynamic that is more personal, intimate and casual. Honesty and consent are the highest priority for me. **I will not dominate you without your negotiation and consent.** I am polyamorous.

Things that are deal-breakers for me: bratting or saying "no" as a joke or wanting me to "force" you to submit, using a title for me without prior negotiation, asking my name (I will offer it when I want you to know), sending any pictures of yourself without asking, being a misogynist/right wing, being unwilling to be called on your internalized sexism/whorephobia etc. English must be one of your native languages.

Kink-related hard limits: scat, age play/littles, ABDL, blood/piercing/cutting, impact that leads to bruising or breaking skin, choking that actually restricts blood or air, public exhibitionism or involving innocent bystanders in kink, refusal to use or excessive whining about barriers such as gloves and condoms

How to reply to me:

[tragicomedys]

🔥 IDK i wanna hear your hot takes <3

Ok this is gonna b a lot it’s gonna be long. i think many people particularly in their teenage years go through a phase of excessively assigning morality to the “content people consume” that might be more harmful than good… which i definitely understand because as a teen you’re figuring personal morality out, you want to be good and it’s hard picturing being good vs bad in a way that isn’t black-and-white, and you’re usually hanging out with the same sorts of people everyday (in mid school/high school), in comparison to college or adulthood overall where you have to meet a whole variety of people without their interests and opinions neatly laid out in front of you… although i think having a moral compass is good, i think too much fear is ascribed to “problematic media” in a way that doesn’t allow people who are afraid of doing “bad” to attune with people they might randomly meet irl. This isnt to say refusing to interact with people who like, watch s/uth p/rk and h/zbin h/tel and etc is that BAD, but i think there shouldnt be so much fear associated with meeting people into that sort of stuff if only to know how to deal with talking to ppl irl. i just think more often than not you’ll find somebody irl who you think is totally fine and find out they casually watch something you’ve deemed problematic and you’re simply gonna have to deal with that in a way where you don’t panic. Altho i avoid these kinds of fans online cuz usually a “certain type of person” online will be really into that kinds of stuff, i do suspend my doubt when i meet ppl irl into that kind of stuff. especially if they do more for activism in a community than me, like regularly donate or help their personal community out or something, because helping a group out tangibly > refusing to talk to people into a certain media i think. in the end, maybe people trying to figure morality out should focus more on what good they could physically do for those around them, rather than upholding certain standards out of fear of looking bad in front of others. i think this is also different than understanding exactly why a piece of media is bad and being uncomfortable with friends/those around you being into it — i’m more so referring to people who hear about random problematic bits of different shows and content and decide to stay away at all costs from it and people who like it without really understanding why any of it is bad. but i guess this can apply anywhere necessary idk!

But anyway. block liberally online who gives a shit 💅

[thesecretomoblog]

Omo Questionnaire- Avery

Avery

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general / casual (regular everyday peeing behavior lol)

What’s their preferred place to pee? (bathroom, outside, container…etc.)

Avery sorta likes finding new places to pee. After he got his STP, he had a lot of fun going in different spots because he was finally able to do it. First time he peed into a bottle was sort of a big Moment for him, haha. He DOES pee in an actual bathroom most of the time though. 

2. Do they prefer to pee standing up or sitting / squatting? At home or in public?

Standing up. He felt uncomfortable NEEDING to sit for most of his life, so from now on he ONLY wants to stand. 

3. Can they aim well (or at all)? Which hand do they use? Both? None? 

He has good aim, which is something he’s incredibly proud of. He thinks it’s funny that his uncle sometimes leaves dribbles on the rim of the bowl after being able to stand his entire life, while Avery DOESN’T have that problem even though this is something he’s just now able to do. 

Two hands are better than one with an STP, so he uses both. 

4. Are they vocal or quiet? Do they get chatty if there are people around?

He’ll be quiet for the most part, up until the moment where he finally admits he’s gotta go, after which it becomes ALL he can talk about. 

When he pees after having been desperate, he sometimes murmurs things to himself about how good it feels, without noticing that he’s talking. 

5. Do they have any unusual bathroom habits? (whistling, leaning against the wall, pants all the way down when standing, looking at memes on their phone, etc.)

Just the mumbling thing I mentioned. He sighs out little comments like, “Ohhh, God, that’s the stuff…” Or “Fuck, that’s better…” When he does this, he’s so lost in his relief that he doesn’t realize he’s saying those things out loud. 

6. Do they take their time or do they try to get done as quickly as possible?

He gets very nervous about overflowing his STP, so if he’s able to control his stream, he pees slowly. Sometimes if he REALLY had to go, it’s not as easy to control the speed of his flow, however. Luckily, he’s only peed hard and fast enough to overflow his prosthetic a couple times, and it has only happened at home where he could change his boxers quickly. 

7. Are they pee-shy? Do they get embarrassed? If yes, in what situation and by what? (the sight? the noise? people knowing they have bodily functions?) In front of whom?

He can get a little shy around certain people, he really doesn’t like telling Lydia that he has to pee because he has a bit of a crush on her and it embarrasses him. The shyness isn’t so bad that he CAN’T pee in front of her though, and he’s had a few humiliating incidents where he had to do that to avoid going in his pants. She doesn’t mind it, at least. She’s a bit protective of him, so of course she just wants him to be comfortable. 

He has difficulty going around people who bully him, the stress makes him tense up so much that he can’t pee. 

8. Do they prefer to go in groups or do they want to be alone / need privacy.

Avery feels safest if his uncle goes to the restroom with him, he gets scared using public toilets alone, especially in unfamiliar places. Avery unfortunately has an awfully hard time ASKING his uncle to escort him, because he feels so ashamed of himself for needing a ‘bodyguard’ just so he can go pee, and thinks he’s making his uncle waste his time. 

9. If they use the men’s room, stall or urinal? Do they stick to the unwritten bathroom etiquette? (no talking, no looking over, leaving a urinal gap, etc.)

He likes to use urinals, they feel weirdly validating to him… On a few rare occasions, the urinal will be too high for him to use, though (they’re placed according to the average height of a cis guy, and even compared to average cis women, Avery is short.) So, he’ll have to use a stall if he can’t reach. 

He does mainly follow the rules. He’ll only pee next to someone else if that’s the only place available and he can’t wait. He definitely never looks at anyone else, keeps his head down. And, apart from the muttering he does when he’s feeling extra relieved— which, again, is completely involuntary and he doesn’t realize when he’s doing it— he stays quiet. 

10. Do they refuse to use certain bathrooms? (too dirty, too crowded, wrong type of toilets?)

Avery gets anxious using crowded bathrooms, and will only do it if he REALLY can’t wait until he finds somewhere else to go. 

He did once go to a place that only had those squat toilets that you’d see in some parts of Asia or Europe, no urinals or regular sit-down toilets. He’d never seen anything like it before and didn’t know HOW he was supposed to use it, or even what direction he was supposed to face. He seriously had to pee, so he unzipped and tried his best, but he was pissing directly between his shoes and didn’t have anything to really aim his stream AT like he would if he was using a tree or bush. Ended up with a lot of splattering and some unpleasant splashback. He won’t use a toilet like that ever again, unless it’s a choice between that and wetting himself. 

11. Have they ever peed in the pool (except as a baby)? On purpose or not?

Nope. Avery is really passionate about swimming, the ocean, fish and all things to do with water. He would think peeing into the water is disrespectful and very wrong. He even went out on a boat with his uncle once and got desperate. His uncle told him to just go over the side into the ocean, but Avery said the fish would be upset if he peed in their home, haha. 

Yes, he IS aware that the fish are peeing in the ocean themselves, but he thinks humans should follow different rules. 

12. Do they pee in the shower / bath and would they admit it if someone asked?

Only when he was practicing with his STP, once he got good with it, he stopped. Again, he has a bit of a hang-up about peeing in water. 

If another trans guy (or AFAB nonbinary person) asked him for tips for using an STP, he would mention how the shower is a good place to practice and that he did it himself. But, otherwise, he’d deny ever having done that. 

13. Have they ever locked someone out of a bathroom / kept them from going?

No, he’s very frightened of doing something— even accidentally— that will makes someone angry at him. He’s hypersensitive to things like that. He’s even anxious about peeing in single-stall restrooms because he’ll be worried someone will get there after him who needs it even worse and will then be mad that he made them wait longer. 

14. Have they ever peed in the opposite gender bathroom? (if applicable) 

Yeah. Before he was out he HAD to, after all. A really strange thing that happened to Avery when he was growing up was that he ALWAYS felt out of place and like he was breaking a rule by going into girls’ bathrooms, like something inside him was telling him ‘This isn’t where you’re supposed to be!’ Little Avery would often look in the mirror inside women’s rooms, trying to remind himself that this was the correct room for him… It was a very surreal feeling, a bit of dissociation almost, I guess. The disconnect between his brain and body was always super strong. 

15. Are they okay with or used to peeing outside? Do they do it often?

He thinks it’s fun to pee outside now that it’s so easier for him. He doesn’t do it THAT often, but if he’s in a place where it’s acceptable to pee outdoors then that’s sort of a highlight for him. 

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desperation / wetting (yk, the actual omo stuff)

16. How do they say “I have to pee”? Are they blunt? Do they use weird euphemisms? Do they get offended if someone uses certain terms around them?

He mostly doesn’t say ANYTHING about it when he needs to go. He doesn’t want to interrupt someone else, or make them worry about him and his needs. He generally won’t say a word until somebody else ASKS him if he needs to pee, at which point that’s suddenly the only thing he can talk about and he’ll begin saying some pretty graphic things to describe how desperate he is. 

17. What are some “tells” that they have to go? Who can tell first if they don’t speak up?

He wears a hat all the time and will tug on it when he’s first starting to feel the urge. He bounces his knees a lot, too. 

His uncle is the one that can tell earliest when Avery has to pee. He had to learn to watch for the signs, since Avery doesn’t like to speak up about it. 

18. If someone asks if they have to go and they do, do they admit or deny it? Do they play it down as much as they can or do they exaggerate on purpose?

He doesn’t deny it ever. He will sometimes try to downplay it and convince the other person that they don’t need to drop everything to help him out. He feels like a burden when his needs become important to someone else. 

If he’s REALLY bursting though, then he won’t try to play it off anymore. He’ll be open about how bad it is. 

19. How do they act when they’re desperate? Do they get angry? Do they squirm a lot or do they freeze up? Do they get quieter or do they talk more than usual?

To begin with, Avery is actually selectively mute. Stressful or scary situations make it very, very difficult— sometimes even impossible— for him to speak. Desperation makes him go quiet, but he’s not very noisy to start out with so people can’t always tell that the reason he’s clamming up is just because he needs to pee. 

He is very, VERY squirmy as well. 

20. How do they act when someone else is desperate in their vicinity? Do they try to help them? Are they successful or do they accidentally make it worse?

Avery is a kind person, he would WANT to try to help if he saw someone else desperate. But, he’s also terrified of other people, so unless he KNEW the person in question, he would have a hard time making himself help out. 

21. How do they like to be treated when they have to go? Do they want comfort / encouragement / coddling? Are they okay with light-hearted teasing or jokes?

He doesn’t like being teased when he’s desperate. It upsets him a lot. Too much encouragement can make him uncomfortable as well because it causes him to feel like a burden. He mostly just wants the other person to either offer a very fast solution to him, or just forget about how much he needs to go so that he knows they aren’t worrying about him anymore. 

22. The same as the three questions above but with accidents (bedwetting too). 

Accidents upset him a lot. He’s had several that were extremely traumatic for him, and even if he wet himself in a way that wasn’t super dramatic, it would still bring back all those horrible memories. 

Again, he’d WANT to cheer up anyone that he saw peeing themselves, but unless they already had a relationship beforehand, he’d be too anxious to approach them and say anything. 

Being made fun of after an accident would be one of the worst things a person could do to him. Speeches about how it’s no big deal would be a step up, but still not that great for him. Mostly, he’ll just want to be left alone. 

23. Do they get upset or embarrassed over an accident or do they shrug it off? 

Accidents devastate him. They prompt him to hide wherever he can so that he can be alone to cry. Sometimes they can even trigger violent flashbacks of his trauma. 

24. What’s the last time they had a genuine full-on accident? How old were they?

He was eighteen. He was made to hold it all day at a school carnival, then when he got to the restroom his bully was in there and refused to let him pee. Punched him super hard in the stomach and caused his bladder to release right there. It was an awful day for him. 

25. Have they ever wet themself deliberately? Would they consider doing it?

Yes, he actually HAS done it on purpose before, he was about to be subjected to an abusive practice at conversion therapy and was struggling not to wet himself from fear. Then, he thought if he allowed it to happen, maybe they’d show mercy and decide not to put him through it after all. He peed himself, but instead of letting him go, the ‘doctors’ just called him disgusting and continued on with what they were doing. 

26. Do they tend to wait too long or do they go when they feel the urge for the first time?

He ALWAYS makes himself wait for too long. Avery is convinced that he shouldn’t ever ask another person for help with ANYTHING— including a need for the toilet— because it will make them angry or disappointed in him. So, he forces himself to hold it until it’s ‘convenient’, and usually by that point he needs it so bad he can barely stand. 

He also occasionally makes himself hold his bladder as a form of self-harm. He tells himself he deserves the pain of needing to pee really badly, and that he DOESN’T deserve to be allowed to relieve himself. Nobody else has realized that he does this to himself yet. 

27. Do they have a weak / small or strong / big bladder?

He has a large, strong bladder. At conversion therapy, some of the things there ended up ‘training’ him to hold it well beyond the point of pain.

28. What helps them cope when they have to go but can’t? What makes it worse?

One thing that helps is clutching onto the tip of his STP. He KNOWS that this doesn’t make much sense, as it’s not an actual, physical part of his body. But, emotionally it FEELS so much like it’s really part of him that holding onto it like a desperate cis guy would really DOES lessen his desperation. 

Hearing, seeing, or thinking about water makes his urge worse… And since Avery wants to be a marine biologist and those subjects are often on his mind, that’s not a good thing, haha. 

29. Is there any type of drink (or food) that goes right through them?

Yep. Sodas do. For some reason, sodas purchased at a movie theater seem to move through him fastest of all. 

30. Do they wake up to pee at night or do they sleep through? Do they ever wake up desperate or in the middle of an accident? Do they have pee dreams?

He does have pee dreams, often ones that involve him reliving a traumatic accident from his past. When he has these dreams, and gets to the part where he peed himself, he pees for real and wets his sheets. 

On nights where he DOESN’T have a nightmare like that, he will wake up in time to go in the toilet, though. 

31. Do they ever pee in odd places / in public? What’s the weirdest place they’ve ever peed in? Were they drunk / on meds, sleepwalking, super desperate, etc.?

Yeah, he has fun peeing in new places. Feels weirdly validating to him. Oddest place he ever relieved himself was into a toddler training potty though— And that one he didn’t enjoy at all! Lydia had been right there, and the potty played a really embarrassing song… But, Avery just hadn’t been able to hold it! 

32. What’s the most desperate they’ve ever gotten past childhood and did they make it?

One day at school, he had trouble getting to the restroom. He kept putting it off, or being interrupted on his way there. And he’d missed his morning pee, too, so he had to hold it for a WHILE. Much to his embarrassment, eventually Lydia had to ask a teacher to give him a toilet pass because he wasn’t able to speak up about it. He rushed to the closest bathroom, but it was out of order. Luckily, someone helped him find another one just in time and he made it. 

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medical / childhood stuff (feel free to skip this ofc)

33. At what age were they potty trained? Were they ever potty-trained? (lol, I hope)

He was eighteen months old. His parents are really old-fashioned, and they used all these older techniques for potty training that got him out of diapers faster.

34. Same question as above but with bedwetting. When did they stop? Do they have one-off accidents in specific situations? (alcohol, nightmares, deep sleep?)

He never wet the bed as a little kid, but he does it fairly often now. Every instance of wet sheets is caused by nightmares. 

35. Were they accident-prone as a kid? Are they still like that or did it get better with age?

He sort of was… Remember how I mentioned that strange feeling Avery had inside girls’ bathrooms? How something in his brain would keep telling him ‘You shouldn’t be in here! You are breaking a rule!’ Sometimes, that feeling would cause little Avery to hold it in. 

In Kindergarten, he felt VERY uncomfortable lining up with the girls to go pee during bathroom breaks, and then once he was in there he’d feel squirmy inside, like he was intruding on them. He, of course, couldn’t put a name to any of these feelings back then. He just knew he didn’t like them and would prefer to avoid them. So, even when he really DID need to pee, he’d say that he didn’t. Some days, he’d make it until he was at home, other days… He wouldn’t. His teacher got frustrated with him, and his parents were very angry each time they were told to come bring Avery a change of clothes. 

It got to the point that his teacher told his parents that being potty-trained was a requirement for Kindergarten, which made them even madder because Avery had BEEN potty-trained since he was eighteen months old and they thought all these accidents were ridiculous.

(Warning: Abuse talk)

His parents were not at all sympathetic, neither asked if there was any reason why Avery was having trouble using the toilet at school, or if something was causing him to feel unhappy. They’d just bring him new clothes, shout at him for the embarrassment, order him to grow up and stop begging for attention, and then spank him when he got home.

Avery’s parents NEVER comforted him after an accident growing up, they only ever punished him for it. Even if there was no reasonable way that they could frame it as being his fault. When he was seven, he and his family got stuck in traffic for six hours. Avery had been telling his parents over and over that he needed to pee really bad. He started begging to be allowed to do it on the side of the road because he couldn’t wait. After three hours of pleading, of repeating over and over that he needed to go NOW, he wet his pants. Once at home, he was spanked for soiling the carseat, called a pathetic baby, and sent to his room. This is one memory that always makes him feel ashamed, even if now he’s aware that expecting a seven year old to hold it for six hours— three of which he spent sobbing in pain from how much it hurt— was completely unreasonable. 

Another time, when he was still seven, the door to his room got stuck and he was trapped inside it. He kept banging on it and asking for help, and since this was right after he’d woken up, he really had to go. His parents were woken up by the shouting, and were already irritated with him for that. His Dad started working on getting the door open, though. Avery kept telling him to hurry because he needed the toilet and couldn’t hold it much more, eventually causing his Dad to snap at him and stop helping. “If you wanna complain, fix it yourself.” 

Of course, Avery COULDN’T fix it. He didn’t have any tools, much less the knowledge of how to USE them. He cried and begged more, but was ignored. Eventually, he peed his pants and started to sob more. Finally, now that it was too late, Avery’s Dad got the door open and spanked him for soaking the carpet. 

When Avery was eight, he had another accident, this one in public. He’d been out shopping with his Mom— Something he HATED doing to start with because she always forced him to try on lots of dresses and put bows in his hair— and he had been BEGGING her to let him go use the bathroom for four hours straight. She kept insisting he was only saying it to get out of the shopping trip, and that he could hold it. Something finally made her give in and take him to a bathroom, but the line was extremely long and Avery couldn’t make it. He cried super hard, he was so embarrassed and frustrated. He’d told his Mom over and over that he’d NEEDED to go, and she’d ignored him until it was too late. Even as angry as he was at her, he wanted her to hug him and make him feel better about his humiliation. But, she didn’t. She called him disgraceful, said she couldn’t believe he’d “deliberately peed” himself “just to get out of shopping.” He was physically punished at home once more. 

He lived out in the middle of nowhere, and would often play alone in the fields surrounding his house. He would end up needing to pee eventually, with at least a half hour walk back inside to the toilet. So, he would opt to go outdoors instead. It took him a few tries to learn how to squat without it getting on his clothes, and doing it made him super uncomfortable because he kinda had to look at parts he didn’t want to see. The first few tries, he got pee on himself and would have to wash off in the stream so his parents wouldn’t notice and punish him. 

The Summer after fifth grade, Avery and his parents visited his Uncle Brad in New York City. This trip went well— unlike the one that would happen a few years later during which Brad and Avery’s parents had an enormous fight. The biggest problem that occurred during the FIRST trip though, was Avery having an accident when he once again couldn’t hold it in line for the toilet while he was at a big store with his uncle. He’d started to cry super hard, and was so sure he was going to be screamed at and punished again. 

But, when Brad saw Avery crouching there, soaking wet and crying, he’d just picked him up in his arms and hugged him, apologizing over and over that he hadn’t found him a toilet soon enough. “You mentioned you needed to go at the last three stores, I should have dropped everything and tried harder to find you somewhere with a bathroom. I’m sorry.” And Avery had cried harder then, because he’d never had someone be so kind to him before. 

During seventh grade, Avery learned what being trans was, and finally understood what all his bad feelings were about. That Summer was when the next trip to Uncle Brad’s would take place, the one where he and Avery’s parents had the big fight. Avery had almost come out DURING that trip, but the fight had stopped him. So, he waited until partway through eighth grade to tell his parents. 

They were furious. They refused to respect his name or pronouns, they became more strict about what he could and couldn’t wear and refused to let him out of the house unless he was in a skirt or dress. They wouldn’t let him cut his hair at all, and when he did it himself because it had actually gotten so long that it blocked his eyesight, they beat him worse than they ever had before. When they learned he was stashing pants in his locker at school and changing there, when they learned he’d asked a teacher to call him ‘Avery’ instead of his old name, they were enraged further. 

And they sent Avery away to conversion therapy. While at the ‘therapy’ center, a lot of the things there would cause accidents. (Warning: This gets intense) 

He was sent to one outside the US where electroconvulsive aversion therapy was being practiced. This was extremely painful, it was basically a form of torture, and Avery would often wet himself during the process. Another common punishment was being locked inside an isolation room for long stretches of time, sometimes Avery wouldn’t be able to hold it in there and would pee himself, then he’d be forced to lay in it for days. He’d be beaten with blunt objects, which would occasionally make him lose control of his bodily functions. He started to wet the bed there as well, something he never did even as a little kid. Strange things happened to his mind and body the longer it went on, Avery would eventually cease to notice when he was sleepy, hungry, thirsty, or in need of the bathroom. This would cause him to pass out from exhaustion/hunger/thirst and it would cause accidents. 

(Some regular, non-Omo related backstory for Avery, just so you guys know what happened to him next because I don’t want to end this section on all that.) 

Through a series of events, Uncle Brad knew that something bad had happened to Avery, and managed to force his parents to tell him what that thing was. Brad flew all the way to this other country and scared the operators of the center so much that they released Avery. (Brad is a very prominent lawyer, so he used those skills to accomplish this.) There was a hearing, during which Avery’s parents gave up their rights and Brad gained custody of him. The center was unfortunately not shut down, as everything they were doing was still legal in the country in which it operated. 

36. Do they wear protection or did they wear it in the past? (past baby/toddler-age)

Nope. He never wet the bed as a kid, only started doing it later on when he began to have nightmares. The nightmares are infrequent enough that having him wear something absorbent to bed feels like overkill, and would definitely damage his self-esteem way more than occasional damp sheets do. 

37. Do they have any medical issues that make them have to pee more / have frequent accidents? If yes, how do they deal with them? Do they take meds?

Yes, his PTSD causes nightmares that result in bed-wetting. Very, very rarely he will sometimes have flashbacks during the day, and these can also cause him to wet himself. 

38. Does anyone know about said issues? Do they talk about them openly or not? (out of embarrassment? fear of bad reactions? because no one ever asks?)

Yeah. His uncle knows, and so does his school counselor, who has suggested to him multiple times that he needs to see an actual therapist to address his PTSD. 

Unfortunately, Avery doesn’t want to accept that he has PTSD in spite of having nearly every symptom, because he thinks saying he has PTSD would mean he is ‘overreacting’. He thinks PTSD only happens to people like soldiers and firefighters, people he considers ‘heroes’. Since Avery’s low self-esteem tells him that he’s the furthest thing from a hero, he thinks that means he can’t possibly have PTSD, and that it would be ‘wrong’ for him to seek help when other people have ‘real problems’ and ‘deserve to be helped’. 

39. Do they have some trauma related to omo (being mocked / scolded / yelled at for an accident, bullying, weird / scary encounters in public bathrooms, etc.)

Yeah, pretty much everything above was extremely traumatizing. For a lot of it the peeing-part wasn’t what hurt him the most, though. 

40. Did they ever have an accident or extremely close call while sick?

Yes. He got a UTI once shortly after moving in with his uncle, because he was scared to go into public bathrooms and didn’t want to bother Brad by mentioning that to him. So, he just held it all day, every day, and made himself sick. Since he’d never had a UTI before he didn’t know what to expect, he just knew that peeing burned him really bad so he tried to hold it. But, it’s also really difficult to hold it with a UTI, so he ended up wetting his pants once while recovering. 

[paleiido]

AHEM. Abi: 💐,🎡,🌈 ,❤️ Gabe: 💥,🌙,📣,❇️,💘  Mari: 🌠,🖍️,🎵  Miguil: 🙉,🌱,🔥,💚. Pick and choose. teehee

AHEM 🦅 (swoops down on you)

🐈Miguel:

first of all sicko. Honestly, he's pretty unbothered most of the time, but when it comes to his love it would be a hard hit. Anything diminishing it or implying it to be false would be bad.

But from Kitty specifically? I don't love you. He'd simply lose it and cry and throw up. Cuz, 1) why would she lie about that, 2) did she ever?

Peace and love to you.

Age 6, new girl on the playground, and her laugh rings out above anything else. With the setting sun her hair almost glows and she's laughing with his sister. She sees him looking and invites him to play with them.

He remembers thinking it was the most beautiful smile he'd ever seen, and he's lucky he still get to see the same smile everyday.

How fucking dare you 👺

Just like his big sister, he makes himself pass last. Could he better if he took opportunities thrown his way? Yeah. But he doesn't want to be better at the cost of people he cares about, and he doesn't want to lose them. He does truly think that and he's not that scared of the future but it's also an excuse.

He's reckless when emotional (jjoeblush) He's not used to being emotional so it leads to him making bad decisions but usually nothing ever lasting because he can get a grip on himself fairly quickly. But he tends to isolate a lot and not fighting, just leaving a situation.

Uhm being known and knowing :) Depends from people to people, but he's happy when he knows they're trying their best for him. Just knowing that I.e Matty saying sorry means a lot to her and its hard for her to do but she does for him. Or like Mari's presence is often enough because he knows she always has his back.

Otherwise he needs big hugs where he can hide his face , Kitty is smaller than him but generally hugs where he can hide his face in the crook of her neck :) She's the one who offers him comfort most of the time. REST UNDER DA CUT ✂

💌 Mariana:

She'd wish to never lose anyone without having to choose :) She wants it all, she knows she can't! But maybe they can make it work .

god. Hmmmm stop running before you have to. You might find you're better suited for it than you think.

I dunno enough artists to be like syeah she has a favorite one HAHAH

but ahem she has one here , the song i associate with her the most always changes :)

💘Gabriel:

Anger and sadness. He doesn't feel them often nor linger on it. But those who can make him feel them makes it..harder to deal with. With age it became easier but he was def punching walls in High school. rip eric's locker door ig

Heh. His greatest wish is for Eric and Kitty to be happy and being part of that happiness. He has a family in them and they're getting farther away and it scares him. He's not willing to push Kitty's boundaries for it but he'll push on Eric's because he knows Eric doesn't want to lose his daughter. (His ultimate wish was that Piper never died but lol. just...being all happy together. He would have loved to see it.)

Very loud! (heh 😏) His voice carries easily! He just has that presence about him. Talks semi polite like, too casual for business but not rigid. No voice claim for now...will think about it... He has a similar accent to everyone in town. Still talks hindi with his family a lot.

Something Kitty did at school and she sent over to him. He gushed over it to her for hours on phone . It looks so shit now but he loves teasing her about it and it's still really important. Meant the world to him that she thought about him. Otherwise, there's a gift from piper he keeps close and a gift from his parents when he graduated.

He does believe in attraction at first sight. Not so much love now.

In a relationship, he looks for understanding. Being able to communicate openly is very important to him. As long as they can work through stuff everything will be fine. He also needs someone who can understand they won't always pass first for him, especially for family.

🌞 Abigail:

sicko

White chrysanthemums - truth, loyalty & honesty

White orchids - humility, innocence, elegance , etc

Cyclamen - feelings and sincere affection

Red carnation - Love & affection

Hydrangea - gratitude for being understood Hydrangea and orchids being her favorite :)

It's not something important or that she thinks about. but she WILL HEH. Before Damo, no. Doesn't think it's anything special and it's not like she had the occasion for it. BUT! I think she will giggle and blush if Damo asks :) She's happy to indulge him.

To not lose herself.

So I thought it was word of affirmation but did a lil test and apparently its physical touch and quality time close second ♥.

[stanleyl]

Hi, I just stumbled onto your blog and I want to have a little chat. This is going to be long and I hope you bear with me. I am both a T and Z fan but online I engage more with Tom's content (coz it's scarce enough as it is) so I would say I'm more of his fan. I think Tom fans have this thing where you internalise what you percieve (or what the Internet perceives) as his failures and i feel like that's not the most fun way to engange with fandom online. The internet these days is just a cesspool where a popular actor just has to be compared to his peers and right now all of Tom's peers seem to be doing better than him by metrics I think are important to you guys or at least what I've seen from your blog (critical acclaim outside of marvel).

In my opinion, online discourse surrounding Tom has reached peak hate because he's dating Zendaya (please note that I like them as a couple and any casual fans or stans of hers who go out of their way to spread hate are in denial about their parasocial behaviour) and those people are going to use anything in their arsenal to just put negative energy about anything concerning him out there. Look at how they tried to make Francesca dealing with racial abuse about him not speaking out rather than putting assholes like Elon Musk on full blast for allowing that shit in the first place. Logically we could all assume that since Tom is working with this woman everyday he has shown her support in person unless it's proven otherwise and that would have been the case if it wasn't someone twittersphere has a hate boner for. And now I see some fans worried about how that will have him perceived by the public which is a waste of time of atp it is what it is. The play sold out in 2 hours, the extra tickets in less time which is extremely rare in theatre. It shows that the demand is there for Tom's projects he just has to want to do more interesting projects. I know it's hard coz I understand the need to be part of an online community where you see other actors being praised for something you just know someone will nitpick if it was about Tom. But I just wish we as Tom fans would try to inject more positive energy about things that involve him rather than engage with content/ people who's main aim is to get people to dislike him.

I agree with all your frustrations about him pigeonholed as spiderman and him needing to do more roles outside of that but so long as he's not doing anything about it it's just going to be a frustrating conversation that goes round and round. Maybe it's because I'm older than a lot of people that run fan accounts but Tom is still relatively young and i think his career will be fine in the long run because all he really need to do is pick a great script that will guarantee him praise from critics coz as we have seen he can still sell shit. Whether he shoots another spiderman without another project outside of that I promise you he will be fine. I've realised that fans in all types of fandoms want things to happen now or else the conversation is that their faves career is doomed and its just not healthy. Coz if it is actually doomed none of us as fans can change that. I feel like it's magnified with Tom because of the haters I already mentioned but it just feels like the fandom feeds into that energy a little too much. There's too much illogical negativity and it's a bummer coz I join these spaces to have fun, real life is already a big bummer as is. Anyway, I'm glad there's a space for Tom fans on tumblr with your blog and I will be checking it out frequently. If you read this far you deserve compensation.

Actually, I think the majority in this fandom is quite positive (I am talking about the fans on TikTok and Instagram, and the ones in real life too who probably don't have any social media). I started this blog trying to engage with others by posting positive/fun stuff, but also as a place where I can express my own frustrations and complaints as a fan 😂. But as someone who was on Twitter for years, I watched many other fans' enthusiasm slowly dying because there's too much negativity over there (and when I say "fans," I don't mean fans of his Spider-Man, fanfiction writers, Z fans who "stan" him because of their association. I mean the fans of the actor). I know he'll be fine, but when I think abt the other fans, I feel like these days it's hard to follow someone who barely "goes outside," so there is barely any content to focus on when there's too much negativity and hate going on, on a daily basis, lol. I still wanna see him win with critics (not bc of my ego as a fan, but bc I think he genuinely deserves) and get the recognition as an actor, something beyond that character. But right now, unfortunately we don't have any concrete answers about anything 😕 except he's doing a play for three months.

[kamenridercorn]

I'm a Teeny Bit Stressed Lately

So I kinda need somewhere to word vomit that isn't directly to friends or family or even like...a Discord server because lately I am just kinda always losing it

It really all just comes down to time and money

My family has... technically enough money rn

Our bills are paid, we are fed, hey maybe we even have an itty bit to treat ourselves

But largely

We are just scraping by

We are about to have our second child

We have pets

We have a house

And all of those are inherently positive things

But the stress of having money for it all is insane

Especially when my wife works in healthcare and I work at a fucking LGS and somehow I make more money

And there's no feasible career changes in the future

My wife wants to work in EMS, but she can't progress til she has time for more classes

And honestly?

I have an arts degree that I have basically had to accept was a mistake and I just don't have anything to fall back on

Being a homeowner is just stress at this point

Like....like I know on paper it's better than renting

But right now it just feels more expensive and also all the problems are our responsibility now

Nevermind that the house has unfinished work that was supposed to be done by other people are ready

Get everything in writing folks, even if it's family

And at a smaller level

I have no money for any of my hobbies

And no time to put towards the things I DO have

I never see my friends anymore, because we're all real adults now and everyone is juuuuust far enough to make hanging out casually hard

I'm so behind on games and shows and painting and just.... everything

And I need those things

I love my wife and my daughter so fucking much and I can't wait for our new baby

But I need the stuff that's just for me too

And it's just....maybe if it was ONLY money or ONLY time

But it's all of it

I don't have my escapism, and real life fucking demands it lately

And yeah I get it. We're lucky to have a house. We chose to be parents. I don't think this all happened to us without any of our agency

But all of that is done in the pursuit of happiness and fulfillment

I understand it's not all easy

I just need to feel like it's going to finally settle at some point

Like everyday isn't a reminder of financial chokehold or suffocating from all the tasks we have to complete just to function

It's so hard to find a moment to pause. Whether that's on my own or in conjunction with my family

And I have no time to work on myself

Before the wedding, I was trying to finally get a diagnosis for ADHD, something that had always been out of reach because my parents are very anti-mental health is still medical

But I couldn't get in with a therapist and now I just can't afford it

And like....I know the world is on fire around me

I know

I am not suffering like so many others

My existence is not threatened by merely existing

But at the micro scale of my own life

I feel like I'm flailing in the dark

[fashionstudies-blog]

5 Ways to Dress Classy and Elegant

1. Wear the right fit

For petite women: stick to classic cuts and silhouettes because they make you appear taller and leaner – no mini skirts or shoulder pads!

For curvy women: stay away from too-tight dresses, but wear belts and belted jackets to show off your waist – this helps define your curves without being too over the top.

For plus-sized women: Don long, full skirts and buckle belts to balance your body. Basically, belt them big and wear them big!

2. Choose the right colours

Decide which color family you want to emphasize. Reds and oranges can help you look more vibrant. For a serene look, focus on cooler colors like blues and greens.

Red can be hard to pull off (especially if it clashes with your skin tone). Avoid wearing it with white or black if you don’t want to look like a traffic light! Wear red, but pair it with soft colors like pinks, oranges, purples, and yellows – these colors complement each other.

Neutral colors, like black, white, beige, brown, etc., look good together if they are different shades or textures. Your clothes shouldn’t blend together – you want to stand out.

Shades of gray, black, and navy blue can give off a professional vibe. For something more casual, olive green, light pink, and beige can all work well.

For classy plus-size women, the same rules apply, but be careful because darker colors can make you appear bigger than you actually are. Instead of wearing full brown or black dresses, wear black with muted tans and reds – they’ll brighten you up.

3. Wear the right materials

A good rule of thumb is to avoid shiny or flashy fabrics. Cashmere, wool, velvet, or silk are good safe bets, but you can also pick matte jerseys and cotton.

Make sure the color and style of the dress fit the occasion. For example, wool is a great material for a winter suit because it keeps you warm. Cotton is perfect for a summer shirt because it’s breathable. Likewise, silk has a luxurious feel, making it ideal for evening gowns and dress shirts.

Cheap dresses often use polyester and rayon, which are unbreathable. As with lycra, it’s stretchy and tacky. So, we recommend sticking to natural fibers.

4. Examples of classy outfits

Tops: If you want to dress simple but stylishly, pick a floral print blouse or a crisp button-down shirt. Button-up blouses or those with a tie, silk tops, simple tees, or anything that fits well can make you look cute and put together. Try lace or ruffles to add some femininity.

Bottoms:

A pair of jeans or trousers look great when opting for a classy but casual look.

Below-the-knee A-line or pencil skirts look chic with a blouse or button-down shirt.

Tapered pants look great with a nice blouse or blazer for a formal ensemble, as well as with a tank top or t-shirt for an everyday look.

Ankle pants flatter all body types and are versatile for both work and play.

Dresses: A little black dress is always an effortless option for classy dresses, as is a well-fitting shift or shirt dress. A-line, wrap, and sheath dresses are chic clothing styles that look great at any event.

5. Wear classic accessories

Wristwatches: Looking at your wrist is a much classier way to keep track of time while you’re out in a meeting or on a date.

Handbags: Consider the purpose. For carrying all of your stuff, choose a big satchel or tote. Something more formal? Try a clutch or small handbag.

Sunglasses: A summer must-have! Pick simple, understated designs without too much detail or embellishment. A good pair of cat-eye or tortoise-shell sunglasses looks elegant in natural colors. To spruce up your look, pick a frame in a neutral color like navy or gray.

Jewelry: You don’t have to buy Tiffany & Co. jewelry to look elegant – know what pieces to wear at what times. Go for one statement neckpiece and avoid layering heavy jewelry. For earrings, go for statement earrings or simple silver, pearl, gold, or diamond studs. Don’t be afraid of timeless pieces like rose gold bracelets.

[thedatingproject]

Date #3 - Dallas

Honestly I had a very good vibe about Dallas. I really, really thought I'd like this guy. But...I'm getting ahead of myself.

_

A little bit of facts about Dallas:

He is only a couple of days older than me. 8 days to be exact. We are both October babies.

He is very cute

He brings forth this happy "golden retriever" energy

He is committed to his work and loves what he does as a Data Analyst

Doesn't believe in star signs or MBTI kinda personality tests, and didn't let me analyze him beforehand...which I actually found interesting

He told me straight up that he wasn't looking to date casually. That he was serious about meeting someone who wants to build a life with him etc. I found that very attractive too.

He texted me everyday since we matched up (that's 10 days until the first date) sending cute voice notes and just catching up about our day-to-day stuff. I loved the energy he brought to each interaction

We have a couple of mutual friends so of course I asked one of the closest ones if he was a decent guy. She said she knew him when they were 19 and that he's really nice.

He loves to travel a lot

We both share a common love for food. We bonded over our love for Asian cuisine! It was something I found myself liking a lot about him

He's lived alone since he was 19 years old, since his parents split. He has one older brother. He loves his family, but isn't particularly close to them.

So those are the facts. None of them gave off major red flags or anything. Actually, all of them made me like him. Genuinely.

It's safe to say, I wanted this date to go well. I'm not really sure if it did.

--

The day of, he changed our venue from a Chinese restaurant that we both wanted to try to a fusion Asian restaurant that was fancier and in a different part of town (that had me rethinking my whole outfit in the last minute). At the time, I thought of it as effort, but now I realize it was because it was closer to his office. Still okay. All good.

He asked and confirmed the time with me as 6pm so that he could make a reservation. I'll admit. That literally gave me heart eyes. A guy who takes charge and makes a plan is something that is really attractive. You know, when the venue change happened, I thought I should tell him that maybe a reservation should be made but that would be me leading with my masculine energy - something I'm trying to avoid in my dating life. I don't want to be the one who controls everything. I'm glad I let it be so he could show more of himself.

Then at 5.45pm he texted me and asked if we could push it to 6.30pm as he was caught up with some work. If I had already left home, planning to be there at 6pm, and had no other plans in between, that last minute time change would have been inconvenient. I know myself. It would have annoyed me. Fortunately, I was already in the city and visiting my grandmother so it all worked out.

When I was booking the Uber, he asked if he could pick me from the office. Also fine. Why waste energy if it is already on the way? And it allowed us to arrive at the restaurant together without one of us having to wait awkwardly. Still good.

While we are walking to the restaurant through the car park, this guy was walking pretty fast and ahead of him. I'm a short girl. He is 5'10. To keep up with his stride, I'd have to run. I called out to him and told him so. I tried to be real cute about it too. "Please don't make me run on our first date. Will you slow down a bit?" I expected him to listen, not ignore me and keep walking at his pace, making me walk behind him like a puppy trailing after him. I think that was my first turn off.

The restaurant was nice. The vibe and the food was really good. He was familiar with the menu and thought we should order two shareable dishes. I agreed and let him make the decision for me, claiming I had decision fatigue from a long day but in reality I wanted to see how he would react to having to take charge. I think he did it well. He wasn't hard and fast about it. He gave me a few options and let me make the final decision.

He ordered me a really nice cocktail and one for him. While I was sipping that one cocktail, he ordered more. Throughout the night, I think he polished off 4 cocktails and 2 beers in total. For a first date on a Thursday, I felt that was a bit of a red flag. Or at least, it didn't match up with the values I was looking for.

The conversation flowed easily. He was unconventional, didn't beat around the bush with small talk about travel aspirations or what we liked to eat, and got down to the real stuff. The moment I said that I don't eat beef, he questioned it. Why? What is the religious reasoning? He wanted me to question myself and I kinda liked that. We talked about our standards for relationships and expectations in such a way that got deep and intellectual. This part, I actually liked.

When it came time to settle the bill, I offered to split. I ended up paying for all his drinks and I found that a little annoying. I could afford to pay but that's not the point. The man had 6 times what I had and we split equally. I found that disrespectful on a first date.

We both decided to part ways at 8.30pm. Me, because my friends were leaving and I hoped to share a ride with them. Him, because he had to go back to work to finish some stuff off.

His office was on the other side, a bit far from where my friends were going to pick me up. I swear to God. The man would have up and left me if I hadn't spoken up. Major red flag, for sure. At that moment, I thought to myself, screw going with the flow. I needed to prioritize my safety and therefore I flat out asked him to stay till my friends arrived.

I texted him a couple of hours later saying I had a good time. I didn't lie! At that time, I had not processed the date as a whole and was only focusing on how good the conversation felt not to be stuck on asking someone "what's your favorite color?" He said he felt the same.

Then after that, until the next morning, nothing. Nothing about if I got home safely. Nothing about whether he got home safely. I mean...I always thought that is like common courtesy. Isn't it? In the morning, he was like "Sorry I crashed last night." I still haven't really replied.

Should I go on a second date with this guy? What if this was all first date awkwardness?

I am still undecided.

[xoxo-teddybear]

What Have I Done? - Bakugou Katsuki

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: Angst, Physical injuries, cursing

Summary: An argument gone out of hand. Y/N just wanted Katsuki to be home more. They’re married and yet she barely sees him throughout the week. When she finally speaks on her hurt feelings, she gets a reaction she definitely wasn’t expecting.

Chapter 1 -> Chapter 2

A/N:.....I cried while writing this.

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

‘He’s gone already. Again. Like always.’

Y/N had awoken to another empty bed. Her husband’s side of the mattress remained cold and empty. This wasn’t anything new. It’s been like this for the past few months. She would wake up alone, eat breakfast alone, spend her day alone, eat dinner alone, and go back to sleep at the end of the day...alone.

It’s not that Katsuki is intentionally ignoring Y/N. He loves her with his everything, he truly does! But villains never rest and neither does he. He’s so preoccupied with hero work that when he does get a day off, his friends drag him away to a bar or game night. Y/N always ran through his head but she had always been so understanding. And besides, she knows how busy the life of a pro is. She used to be one so she gets it. Right?

Wrong. She doesn’t get it. Because even when she was a pro, her and Katsuki always found time for each other. And ever since said man made her quit, claiming he could take care of both of them easily and he would feel better knowing his beloved is safe at home, they’ve seen each other less and less. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be. Y/N was willing to quit her dream because she found a new dream in Katsuki. She always imagined that being his little housewife would give them more time together but the opposite of that came true. Now she sits in the big empty house with no company for hours on end.

Her sadness builds up every day. She misses her husband. She tries to be an understanding wife but at this point, it’s like he’s not even trying to make an effort to see her. It’s like he’s settled to just coming home to her sleeping form and waking up to her in the exact same state, leaving before he can witness her do anything else. He should understand her though, no? I mean, she had brought it up to him in a very casual way and so he never took it seriously, but she’s mentioned it before. He should have a pretty vivid image of how shes been feeling. Right?

After 6 months of loneliness and being ‘Katsuki-deprived,’ Y/N made her move to speak to her husband about her feelings. She already imagined the outcome. An argument due to Katsuki’s brash behavior and her ‘never back down’ attitude, sad times bringing in the silent treatment for the two of you up until the both of you give in and forgive each other due to the love you have. Finally ending in a compromise. Y/N released a heavy breath as she looked at the time.

1:36 a.m. Just a few more minutes until Katsuki’s home.

—

He was pissed. 3 large scale bank robberies, 10 villain-wannabe fights, an argument with his publicist about his ‘out of line attitude,’ and Deku replacing him on a random ass billboard. The last detail wouldn’t have mattered if it was anybody else but the fact that it was Deku had him riled up. He just wanted to go home to a quiet house with his beautiful wife and admire her gorgeous, slumbering state. However that was not what he was greeted with.

Katsuki grumbled as he unlocked the front door and walked in. He noticed the lights were still on and saw Y/N still awake, seated on the couch. On any other day, he’d be elated to see his wife was still up. They’d talk and cuddle and go to sleep together. If he was lucky, they’d both make love until the sun rose. But tonight, that wouldn’t be happening. He wanted a quiet house with his sleeping wife. Not..whatever was about to happen. He sighed as he dropped his bag at the front door and sloppily placed his keys in the glass bowl near the door.

“What’re you doing up dumbass?” He asked as he walked to the kitchen, not even bothering to take off his shoes. He needed a drink.

“I was waiting for you, Katsuki. I just wanted to talk to you about something,” you said in a soft voice, hoping it would suppress his for sure incoming anger. Katsuki closed the fridge with a kick to the heavy door and chugged down a quarter of his drink.

“I’m not in the mood. Had a shitty day and I wanna sleep. Just go to bed.” He said sternly while trying to finish his beer as fast as he could.

“Don’t you think I would’ve done that hours ago? I wouldn’t have stayed up and waited for you if this wasn’t important. Please Katsuki, I really wanna talk.” Bakugou was beginning to grow annoyed. Why wouldn’t you just drop it already? He squeezed his bottle hard enough for it too crack before he spoke with a louder voice.

“Y/N! You’re not listening! I’m tired. I had a horrible day and I just want to sleep. I don’t want to talk, I don’t want to stay up anymore, and I don’t want to listen to whatever bullshit you’re about to complain and bitch about like you always do!” He screamed. His words made your jaw drop.

“Not listening?! That’s all I do! All I do is listen to your every command so that you come home happy-“

“Well it looks like you failed today!” He said, cutting you off.

“Quit interrupting! And what was it that you said?! All I do is bitch and complain?! I’m trying to talk to you about something serious here Katsuki!” You pleaded, still hoping he would give in and listen. And he did...just not in the way you’d expect.

“Fine then! If this’ll get you to quit being an annoying ass waste of time, then speak! Talk! What the hell do you want?!” He asked, screaming at you, furious at all the dramatics you’ve brought up in one night.

His words kind of stung. ‘Annoying ass? Waste of time? Is this what he thinks I am?’ You grew silent at his insults and Katsuki seethed even more.

“Oh what? I scream at you and you bitch up? Toughen up Y/N, jeez. Quit acting like a baby! Tell me what you wanted to say!” He yelled.

“.......I just....I just wanted you to spend some time with me. .....Be home more.” You said in a quiet and broken voice. You looked down to the now very interesting floor as you played with your hands.

“Seriously? This shit again? I’m a pro-hero, Y/N! I’m busy! I’m not gonna drop saving lives just because your brat ass wants someone to notice you! Since when were you such an attention whore?” He asked while rolling his neck to relieve his strained muscles. Your eyes widen at the ground due to his words and your head snapped back up to face him.

“A-attention whore? I-...I just want my husband to stop working so much. I don’t know..maybe have a day off or two!” She said with a crinkled nose as you screamed.

“I do have days off, Moron. It’s why I’m not overworked, ever thought about that?!” He screamed back.

“And you spend those days off away from me! I’m not trying to act like the world revolves around me but I would hope my own husband would spend a day with me instead of his friends that he ALWAYS sees because you ALL WORK TOGETHER!” You argued. You made a valid point and even Katsuki knew that, but he was too stubborn to admit defeat. He was still tired but he had enough energy to put you back in your place. His eyes popped as a vein grew on his neck.

“Well- WELL YOU’RE ONCE AGAIN JUST BITCHING AND COMPLAINING LIKE YOU ALWAYS DO! I DONT UNDERSTAND WHY YOU’RE SO UPSET!” He screamed.

“Don’t understand?! You know what? I know you don’t because you never listen to-“

“SHUT THE FUCK UP, I WASNT DONE TALKING! ALL YOU DO IS SIT AROUND THE HOUSE, LAZING AROUND, DOING NOTHING BUT TRY TO ARGUE WITH-“

“LAZING AROUND?!” You shouted in disbelief. “WHO MAKES YOUR MEAL PREP THE NIGHT BEFORE SO YOU CAN ENJOY IT AT WORK AND IN THE MORNING? WHO CLEANS THE ENTIRE HOUSE EVERYDAY WHILE YOU’RE GONE? WHO MAKES SURE YOU HAVE A FULL FRIDGE, CLEAN HOUSE, GOOD FOOD, AND A HAPPY LIFE? ME KATSUKI! ME!”

“Happy life? DO I LOOK HAPPY TO YOU BITCH?! NEWSFLASH, IM NOT! SO CONGRATS Y/N! YOU FAILED ONCE AGAIN! AND WHO GIVES A FUCK IF YOU PLAY MAID WHILE IM AWAY?! IM BUSY SAVING THE FUCKING WORLD! THE LEAST YOU COULD DO IS BE A GOOD WIFE SINCE YOU CANT EVEN BE A FUCKING PRO ANYMORE!” He insulted again.

“because of FUCKING YOU!” You argued once more.

“I DID IT FOR YOU!” He said while throwing his bottle to the wall, causing it to shatter. “I DO EVERYTHING FOR YOUR UNGRATEFUL BITCH ASS! I PAY THE BILLS! I BRING HOME THE CASH! I GIVE YOU THE MONEY TO BUY ALL THE FUCKING FOOD, CLOTHES, AND ANY OTHER STUPID SHIT YOU WANT! AND ON TOP OF THAT, I STUFF YOUR STUPID CUNT TO PLEASURE YOUR UNGRATEFUL ASS. AT THIS POINT, YOU’RE JUST A WALKING HOLE FOR ME TO USE!”

His words hurt. They broke your heart. Did he really feel this way? If so, why was he even with you anymore. You notice a smirk grow on his face at your bewildered state. He looked as if he just won something. However, the smirk dropped into a scowl once he saw your eyes begin to pool with tears.

“Oh great! Cry! Go ahead! Just shed your fucking tears like you always do! I’m going to bed! Come join me when you’re done being an annoying bitch.” He said and stuffed his hands in his pockets as he began to walk away. You didn’t want the conversation to go this way and there was no conclusion. You needed this to be resolved now. You just wanted your husband back. You reached out to stop him from walking but the unforeseen happened.

“Katsuki..don’t walk away from thi-“

“DONT FUCKING TOUCH ME!” He said and smacked your arms away with a burning palm. Without realizing, Katsuki began to spark his quirk and so when he went in to push you away, he burned your forearm.

A loud blast and smoke filled the room and your screams of pain invaded his ears. The sound made a shocked face grow on him as he quickly turned to see the damaged he had caused. His heart sank as he saw you crying while holding your burnt arm with your other hand. You were slightly hunched over in pain as you took notice of the damage that had been caused. That he caused.

“Y/N!” Bakugou softly shouted as he ran to you. He wanted to help but before he could even lay a finger on you, you flinched. The action caused him to hesitate and hold himself back. He ran to the kitchen sink to get a cold rag and he brought it back to you. “Baby! I am so sor-“

You pushed him away and off of you as you quickly walked to your bedroom with a shadow casted over your eyes. Tears still flowed down your cheeks as sniffles could be heard from your cherry red nose. Katsuki couldn’t believe what he just did and ran to follow you.

“Y/N! Please listen! I didn’t mean it! I don’t know how that happened Teddy Bear but I swear I didn’t mean it! I swear I didn’t mean any of the bullshit I said! I’m sor-“

*SLAM* *click!*

Katsuki realized he followed you out the kitchen, through the living room, up the stairs, and to the entrance of the master bedroom you both shared before you slammed the door and locked it right in his face.

“Baby! Please open the door!” He said while knocking in a very rushed manner. He wanted nothing more than to help you and treat the damage he caused to his beloved wife. He had royally fucked up. He began turning and jiggling the locked knob in an attempt to get it open but failed. “Please Y/N! I have to take care of you and that burn. I’m so sorry but please let me in!”

On the other side of the door, you pressed your back against it as you held in your sobs and slid to the bottom. You pulled both lips in to conceal your voice while you held your wrist to examine the burn on your arm. It was so bad. Your skin turned an angry shade of red as it blistered and bled. You were dripping blood all over your carpeted floor and so you ran to the master bathroom in the bed room.

You turned on the sink and placed your forearm under the cold, running water. The water soothed it a bit but it wasn’t enough to cover the pain. You turned off the sink and grabbed a hand rag as you patted down on your wound. You took out the first aid kit and cared for yourself. You had to take the alcohol to clean it and sucked in a breath before you poured the solution over the burn. You screamed as it seemed to have hurt 10x more. After dabbing cotton over it, you wrapped it in bandages and took a breath of relief.

‘What just happened?’ You thought to yourself.

The entire time, Katsuki was still begging for you to open up. He heard your scream and grew frantic. He banged on the door and cried for you, still hoping, praying, that you would let him in. When nothing happened, he resorted back to calling out for you but to no avail.

About an hour went by and it was almost 4 in the morning. You sat on the bed with your arms holding your knees to your chest. You stared at the wrap as the memories of what went down tonight flashed through your brain.

‘Waste of time...brat ass...attention whore...ungrateful...annoying bitch.’

His words struck you right in your heart. Cruel thoughts began to fill your head.

‘He doesn’t love me. He hates me. I’m worthless.’ Your thoughts would’ve continued until a quiet knock snapped you out of you mind.

“....Y/N?...Baby?” It was Katsuki of course, but a softer version of him. A broken one. “..I don’t know if you’re listening or if you’re awake..but I need you to know that I’m so so sorry.” It was easy to hear his muffled and staggered voice that exposed his tears and sobs. “If I could turn back time right now, I would do tonight all over again, I swear. I would’ve came home and listened to you. And we could’ve talked things out. We would’ve came out of this problem being a stronger couple than we were before...because that’s what we always do. We always make it out of the dark together..because we’re a team..and I need you. .....Please...please don’t leave me Y/N. I love you so much. ‘M so sorry that I hurt you..that I burned you..that I’m such a terrible husband. But I promise you I’ll fix everything in the morning...................Teddy Bear?”

He didn’t know it, but you were listening. You heard every word but refrained from speaking. You knew that the second you did, you’d break down and go crawling back to him....but you didn’t want to do that. You wanted to leave. He physically burned you and you wanted to leave. You were going to sleep for a few hours, and when you would awaken, you would pack a bag and leave. And so, you began your plan and tried to get some sleep as tear streaks marked your face. It would all be over soon.

You woke up to the morning sun.

6:50 a.m.

You rose out of bed and rubbed at your puffy eyes. You quietly got ready in the bathroom and applied the slightest bit of makeup to look more presentable. You took out a pair of shoes and tossed them to the center of the room. You were in your closet and pulled out a bag. You stuffed it full of a few clothes for you to wear, you couldn’t stay here. Not after what he did. You fought through the pain as you pulled on your jacket and placed your shoes on. You wiped your tears as you picked up your purse and got ready to leave. You were going to stay in a hotel. Didnt matter where or how expensive. You just needed to get away.

Finally, you walked to the exit of the bedroom. You took a breath before you slowly turned the knob and was greeted with the sight of a sleeping Bakugou. He had slept in the hallway in front of the bedroom, still wearing the same clothes from the night before. His knees were scrunched up with his arms resting there to be used as a pillow. He layed his head atop of his arms and as you looked down into his hands, you saw the rag. The exact rag from the argument. The rag that he attempted to use to help you. Little did you know, Bakugou hadn’t planned on getting rid of it until you let him use it to help you. He wanted nothing more than to fix his mistake and cater to you and your wound.

You shook your head as you felt tears began to fill your eyes but you refused to let them fall. You took a step and sadly awoken the exact man you were trying to avoid. Bakugou had quickly woken up when he heard the slightest noise and was blessed with the beauty that is you. He looked up at you with wide eyes and a small smile.

“Y/N...” was what he whispered before he quickly got up to run to you.

“Y/N!” He ecstatically said with a hint of relief. He was about to wrap him arms around you but you kept a hand at his chest to keep him at bay. “Baby?...”

Bakugou looked at you with hurt and confused eyes when you didn’t welcome his embrace. Even when you were mad at him, you still allowed him to hold you so what gives? He looked at you and your attire. He noticed your jacket and shoes and saw you holding a bag. “W-what are you doing?”

You walked away from him but he snatched your wrist to make you turn to face him. “Y/N! What’s going on?!” He frantically asked with crazed eyes. You snatched your wrist back and ran down the stairs and he copied your actions. He followed you into the living room until he grabbed your wrist once more. You tried to pull away again but found it harder because this time, he gripped it tight.

“W-where are you going baby?”

“Dont call me that.”

“What? Why? Baby, please tell me what’s going on.” He begged as he squeezed your wrist.

“What’s going on? Are you serious? What does it look like? I’m leaving!” Bakugou’s eyes went wide once more and shook his head.

“N-no! No, why!?”

“Why?! Look at my arm!” You screamed.

“I know! I know and I’m so sorry! But..but you don’t have to go! I can fix you up, I’ll take you to recovery girl, I will bring you to the best hospitals around the world to fix that for you! Just please don’t go!” He bargained and offered everything but you weren’t budging.

“It’s not just the burn Bakugou.” You deadpanned with a nonchalant face. His heart felt heavy after hearing your voice refer to him with his family name.

“..I-it’s Katsuki! Your Katsuki! It’s Suki, baby please!” Bakugou stepped closer as he cried once more but you backed away again. His hold on your wrist still strong as his fingers played with the ring on your hand, trying to calm himself down and remind himself that you are still his wife.

You shook your head at his pleading. “Bakugou. You burned me. But not only that, you’ve neglected me for months.”

“I know that! And I’m sorry! I will spend just as much time off of work to make it up to you, I swear I will, I promise!” He once again bargained.

“It’s too late.”

“No it’s not, please, it can’t be!”

“It is Bakugou-“

“KATSUKI! ....please...please don’t call me that. I’m your Katsuki,” he said with a whimpering voice. At this point you felt the tears come through, but you still didn’t allow them to fall.

“Katsuki...I can’t stay here. Too much damage has been done.” You said with a soft voice. Bakugou continued to shake his head ‘no,’ but you already made up your mind. You used your wind quirk in your hand and blew his grip off your wrist. You took the quick opportunity to walk to the door but Bakugou grabbed your bag off your shoulder in a childish panic and attempt to get you to stay.

“Hey!-“

“Please Y-Y/N! Please don’t leave me! I- I know I’ve been a terrible husband! I’m sorry! B-But I promise I’ll do better. I’ll stay at home more, I’ll spend more time with you, Please!”

“Katsu-“

“I’ll buy you whatever you want! I’ll get you all the expensive brands, I’ll find you all the best jewelry, I’ll give you all the money in the world! I’ll give you the whole world! Please stay! I love you so much Y/N!”

“Katsuki, give me back my bag,” you tried to reach for it but Bakugou kept it away from you and pulled you in with one arm and held you in a tight embrace as he cried on your shoulder.

“Please...you can’t do this to me. I need you. I love you! I’ll do better! I’ll be a better husband, I swear..just please don’t go.” He softly spoke with a broken voice and soft hiccups. It was wrong for you to do this, but you sighed and pretended to forgive him as you wrapped your arms around his torso. You hugged him tight and he fell for it as he openly sobbed now. His other arm that held your bag came to wrap around your waist but before it could, you snatched the bag out of his hold and pushed him away. You ran to the door and held a tight grip on the knob as you picked up your car keys. You saw Katsuki attempt to run back to you but you created a strong barrier of wind to protect you. “IM SORRY Y/N! PLEASE DONT!”

You took off your ring and tossed it to him through the barrier. He was quick to catch it and hold it right in fear of losing it. He had to find a way to get it back on your finger. “No..baby...Teddy Bear please!”

“....I’ll send you the divorce papers....Goodbye Katsuki.”

With that, you walked out of the door, still keeping the barrier alive. Once you started the car, you dispersed of the wind and Bakugou opened the door and ran to your car.

“Y/N wait! Please!” He cried out but he was too late. You pulled out of the driveway and drove off quickly down the street. He watched your car go as he began hyperventilating and tugging at his ash blonde locks. He ran back inside the house with your ring in hand as he looked for his phone. He found it on the kitchen island and quickly dialed your number. Of course, it went straight to voicemail but that didn’t stop him from calling about 50x more.

“This-...this has to be some stupid dream. A fucking nightmare...” he said as he tried to hide in denial. “Yeah...a nightmare. This is what it is...I’ll..I’ll wake up soon and she’ll be by my side in the morning...sleeping peacefully...and I’ll take the whole week off and spend it with her. She won’t be mad, we’ll be happy like we always are. S-She won’t leave me.”

Bakugou had an insane smile on his face with eyes of distraught on him. He clumsily made his way back to his bedroom where he flopped onto the large mattress and tried to get some sleep. He would sleep the whole day away if it meant you’d still be by his side when he woke up. The ring you abandoned was held tight in the palm of his hand as he held it close to his chest. His sobs overcame him but did aid in his journey to slumber. Eventually, he knocked out and a smile of bliss adorned his face as he assumed you would still be there in the morning.....oh how wrong he was.

The very next day, he woke up at 5:30 like he always did and quickly looked to your side of the bed. It was cold and empty. He was lonely. The exact same feeling you got everytime you woke up without seeing him for the past 6 months.

6 months. You’ve been married for 4 years and together for 8. Out of those 8 years, Bakugou spent 6 months neglecting you..and now...he lost you.

He stared at the empty space and bawled his eyes out like a baby as he screamed. He got out of bed and walked to the kitchen. Maybe you were cooking breakfast! You weren’t. Kitchen was empty. He ran to the living room! Maybe you were just watching some TV and reading a book, looking all cute and domesticated like you usually did. No, you weren’t there either. Bakugou checked every room in the house and when he couldn’t find you..he snapped.

His heart beated at a rapid pace as he trashed the entire house. Breaking windows, flipping desks, smashing furniture. He used his quirk to create blasts and burn marks into the walls and floors of the house. He did everything to get his frustrations out. The entire time he shouted and cried as rivers of tears flowed down his cheeks.

When he was done, he sat in the middle of the destroyed living room, laying his back against the flipped couch. He sat with his knees scrunched up as he hunched over, staring at the ground. His nose and eyes and basically his entire face grew puffy and red. His hair was a mess and so was he. Silent tears continued to drop, but his throat was too dry and hurt far too much for him to make anymore noise. However, he did fight through the pain to say one final thing:

“What have I done?”

A/N: hi cubsss! So a lot of you may know that my very first post, writing piece, and short story (He’s Lost) was created around angst, a breakup, and the fact that the triggering point was Bakugou physically hurting Y/N. I’ve been thinking about it and I HATE MY WRITING IN THE FIRST POST! It was terrible! Why tf did y’all like it so much?😭 And so, I’ve created a new piece revolving around the same elements, sorta as a way to check my progress. I hope you enjoyed!

ALSO!!! If you guys like this enough, I’m willing to turn it into a small yandere short story if you Cubs are down for that. Let me know and I’ll make it happen! Love you Cubs! See you next time🧸💗

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Jake duskwood relationship headcanons I think are superior.

Hello folks and fellow Jake simps I am here to deliver these headcanons for u today. I might not post much for a bit bc exam week is here so feast on this while u can before I come back.😃

Anyways here's what I think being in a relationship with jake would be like and things s/o would experience with him deal with.

First of all, would take quite a bit of time (and convincing) for him to fully get into a relationship with you.

With his work he def doesn't wanna risk it in the beginning and put you in danger.

He loves u too much to have you just pulled away from him by his enemies and constantly deals with that fear.

I feel like even once he gets in a relationship with you the anxiety that sth might happen to u is constantly with him in the back of his head :(

Is very shy at first. I'm assuming he doesn't have a lot of ppl he talks to so having his s/o be around him is def a change in his everyday life.

Has a wallpaper of u in his laptop.

Don't even.

It reminds him why he's working hard everytime he opens it, it makes him want to protect u more and keep going.

Def doesn't like going out unless it's with you.

Things like star gazing, those public night time picnics that couples go to and watch a movie on a big screen omg

You're the last ones leaving, always.

Just so u can have more time to yourselves.

Everybody leaves after the movie is finished and u guys just stay there with a blanket around u in silence stop it rn🥺

He'd ask u if u were cold or uncomfortable a lot of the times.

Just wants u to be happy and cozy.

Would be the cheesy mf to stare at you when you're stargazing

U turn to him and he's there like 😐.

The love is there I swear he's not emotionless.

He expresses it telepathically

Likes to big spoon u when you're both abt to go to sleep but somehow always ends up being the small spoon by the time it's morning.

U will have to drag him to bed multiple times cuz we all know he gets no sleep.

Uses 3 in 1 shampoo I'm sorry

But it's true

Thinks drinking 10 monster energy drinks is normal.

Please give him nutrition.

Still weirdly formal with his s/o when he talks.

Bc he isn't used to being really informal and talk casually since he didn't have anybody to do so with so it became a little quirk.

Istg you could be laying on the couch with his face buried in your chest, arms around your waist and he'd be like

"I thank you for this embrace MC"

Will deny he ever wants attention from you to his dying breath.

But will always find a way to get u to pay attention to him without knowing that he's asking for it

You always know but u pretend not to.

can be VERY protective

Rightfully so

Not to say that he gets easily jealous but he's also worried and suspicious of the ppl u hang out with unless it's ppl he knows himself (like the gc)

Likes to gently tap or play with ur fingers after you've had an argument to try and get close to u and see what mood you're in.

Whatever anger u got is gone cuz that shit is cute asf.

Abt to get in some nsfw minors dni!! And if you're uncomfortable with that stuff here's ur warning.

U know what I said abt being shy earlier??

All the innocent little things he does for u??🥺 When he cuddles u and protects u??🥺🥺.

Throw that shit out the window cuz it's gone.

Well almost.

He's so shy at first but the 2-3rd time he is completely different.

This man is a FREAK. a FREAK I tell u.

Don't know much abt his skills tbh

What do u expect me to say??

" he would fuck that shit up he'd do so hard🤪" girl sits and works on a computer everyday and probably eats cold takeout for breakfast 😐

I will say, he's good with his fingers👀

All that typing pays off cuz u gonna be reaching all types of heaven when he uses his typing skills on u if u kno what I mean.

He wants to do aftercare but is so confused 🧍

Please help him.

Would try to make u feel as comfortable as u can with him if u have any insecurities abt ur body.

Abt where he would do it?? He's a private man so only behind closed doors.

Loves ur voice.

WILL cockwarm with u while he's working.

He's typing away and you're sitting on his lap whining here and there.

And he such a fucking tease he would just be like "aw bby ik just a bit more, yeah?" and baby u/ sweet talk u.

which DOES NOT help the situation you're in.

Has random spontaneous bursts where you're talking and he just decides to kiss u

Not like a small kiss, or a gentle one

I'm talking abt him just diving in

Tounge and everything

Enough nsfw for now.

U guys do talk abt ur future most of the time.

U always come with stuff wether it's a joke like " we're getting married having 7 children and a golden retriever in a rich neighborhood" or not

He always answers that his future is with u.

He doesn't care abt anything like that

he finds security in knowing that he'll be with u.

He does put security shit on ur phone and other electronics ( with ur permission ofc)

Also will not allow ANYONE to know he's in a relationship (unelss it's a few ppl he trusts)

Get used to Lilly and Hannah going from 'ur friends' to ur sisters cuz you're gonna hang out a lot.

He can't risk his enemies knowing he has a weak spot he knows you'd be gone In an instant.

That's all I have for now. I hope u all liked it!

[erodasfishtacos]

can you write something about cheating harry and yn acting like a proper couple in front of anna, like harry with his arm around her and kissing her head and stuff, and anna is just standing there fuming and maybe tries to get physical with yn

Love Your Broken Pieces

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YN really really didn’t want to go out.

She wasn’t going to tell Harry that because it was a celebratory dinner for him because he’d just won Entrperur of the yearand she wasn’t going to ruin it.

It’s not that she didn’t want to celebrate his achievement.

She was so so proud of him but her therapy session had got moved up a day because the therapist had to go out of town.

YN didn’t want to bother him so she had went herself without telling him.

It was trauma-focused therapy which meant it was intensive, draining, and overall triggering at time.

Today had sparked a new memory that she had suppressed and she was really struggling to get through the day without his support.

She shouldn’t need him for everything. It wasn’t fair to him.

So she’d sat on her bed for thirty minutes before she managed to pull on a nice dress before curling her hair - zoning out and accidentally burning herself lightly.

Harry had to pick up Anna, offered to pick up YN.

“Hey pup, y’want me t’pick you up on the way?” Harry had called while she was swiping on mascara.

“No, I’ll just Uber,” YN try to keep her tone light but couldn’t stomach sitting in the car with that disgusting woman right now.

“No, let me come get you,” He insists, always preferring to drive her around over some stranger.

“I really don’t want to be in the car with Anna, okay? Just drop it,” YN replies a bit too tersely.

There’s a pregnant pause.

“What’s wrong, puppy?” Harry knows her much to well.

She couldn’t help but bristle, “Nothing. I just have to get ready. Okay? I’ll see you there.”

YN shouldn’t have hung up like that but her hands were shaking and it was taking all of her might to pull herself together to go.

“It’s all your fuckin’ fault your mum hates me,” Her dad had spat at her, right in the kitchen after dinner.

“Fuck,” She mumbles to herself as she drops her lipstick and it rolls under the dresser.

—

She canceled two Ubers before she found a driver who didn’t seem intimidating.

It made her fashionably late, everyone already seated, and it doesn’t make it any better when Anna greets her.

“About time. Can’t even make it at a respectable time for your supposed best friend’s dinner.”

Anna and Gemma both make a grimacing face at the rude comment but Harry interrupts before they interject, “S’okay, Uber’s can be a pain in the arse.”

“Er, yeah. The Uber…” YN mumbles lowly, there was an empty seat across from Harry that had been saved for her.

She could feel Harry’s eyes following her, studying her as she kept her head down and looked on the verge of tears.

“You look too much like your goddamn mother.”

“What d’you want to drink?” Harry asks softly, tapping her foot under the table.

“God Harry, she’s not a child,” Anna rolls her eyes as she glances over her menu.

Harry glares over at her with a strict warning glance that she needs to change her attitude or there is gonna be an issue.

“Just water,” YN replies, swallowing hard.

He knows somethings wrong when she doesn’t bite back at her, instead looking down at the menu like it’s the most interesting thing ever.

Harry had already known by the phone call.

There were quite a few people at the dinner, constantly engaging him in conversation as YN kept to herself.

It’s after the appetizer’s arrive that he can’t stand her fake smiles and attempts to seem like she’s enjoying herself.

“Outside, now,” Harry says firmly, not a question but a statement.

“Harry, don’t,” Anna huffs, not liking the private attention her enemy is about to get.

“I don’t remember askin’ you,” He hisses under his breath before following YN’s retreating figure to the main entrance.

They end up in the small alleyway, “Tell me what’s going on.”

YN’s eyes are moody, putting back on a nonchalant expression that would work for anyone but him, “I’m fine, I don’t know why you’re making a big deal. Let’s go enjoy your dinner.”

Harry backs her up against the brick wall, hand over her shoulder, “We’re not goin’ anywhere until you tel me. M’not stupid.”

It triggers something because she starts sniffling, whispers, “You’re going to be mad at me.”

His hard facial features relax, pressing his forehead to hers, “Please pup, y’know I love you no matter what.”

“My therapist moved our session to today. I went and uh…” YN begins to full on cry, burying her face in her hands.

“C’mon, tell me,” He encourages softly.

“It triggered a repressed memory. I…I didn’t want to ruin tonight for you. I fuck up everything for you already,” She chokes out, letting him pry her hands away.

“Puppy,” He murmurs with a laugh of disbelief, “I fuckin’ wake up everyday because of you. You make my life worth livin’. I’m not happy unless y’are.”

“I just…didn’t want tonight to go like this,” YN sighs quietly, “One night without my trauma.”

“Hey, hey. We’re workin’ through it together, yeah? It takes time. Y’made the effort to come and that means more to me than anything else,” He says truthfully, tilting her chin up.

Harry melts a bit when she leans up to give him a lightening fast peck, “I am so proud of all your accomplishments.”

“Wouldn’t have done any of it without you, sweet girl,” He rubs a thumb under her eye to wipe off a streak of makeup.

They stand outside for a minute longer in a tight hug.

-

When they walk back into the restaurant, Harry quietly asks Gemma to switch YN seats which she graciously agrees without a fuss.

Anna is shooting daggers at YN while the change happens and Harry pushes in her seat for her.

The whole dinner consists of Anna fuming and hanging on every single movement between the two despite her hand on Harry’s thigh.

When he scoops up a bit of his mashed potatoes and feeds them to YN, laughs when she makes a face at the amount of chives mixed in.

It’s like he doesn’t even noticed the casual arm he occasionally throws around the back of YN’s seat as they chat.

“Harry,” YN scolds with a small smile when he steals a shrimp from her plate when she’s not looking.

Anna had shrimp too and he didn’t look once to do that to her.

“S’good, here, have a bite of m’steak. Know Y’don’t like it rare but s’good. I promise,” He encourages, cutting her a thick piece.

How the fuck did Harry know how YN liked her steak?

He didn’t even remember Anna’s favorite color.

“Y’gettin’ sleepy?” Harry whispers to YN towards the end of the meal, his lips are nearly brushing her ear and Anna pinches his thigh hard.

“Fuck,” Harry replies, flinching away from the pain as he turns to his girlfriend, “Wha’ did you do that for?”

“Can you pay at least a little bit of attention to me? I’m your girlfriend despite how much YN wants to pretend she is,” Anna says haughtily, loud enough for her to hear.

Harry is about to snap on her but instead YN speaks up first, “I’m sorry, I didn’t know jealously was on the menu. Eat up, Anna.”

Anna begins to sneer but Harry says, “Why don’t you go take a second in the bathroom? Then we can talk, okay?”

With a little stubbornness, she does - stomping away from the table without looking back at YN who had rolled her eyes.

“Y’on my menu tonight? A bath and cuddle sounds nice,” He offers to his love, thumbing her upper thigh.

“So nice,” YN agrees, “Can we use that sugar cookie bath bomb?”

“Of course, anythin’ you want, m’pup,” Harry hums sweetly, kissing the top of her head.

Anna is walking back when she sees it.

He’s cheating on me.

It flashes through her mind but she pushes it away because she reminds herself that YN is a pathetic little clingy girl who Harry wouldn’t ever like that way.

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Later that night, Harry holds YN as she recount her memory.

Praises her for being so strong.

Kisses her because he loves her so much it hurts most days.

Assures her that he’ll love her even if she’s never ‘fixed’.

Promises that he’ll never let anyone hurt her again.

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Can I request some poly! Shigadabihawks x reader if you don’t mind. You have amazing writing and you have written some amazing poly! I don’t care if it’s sfw and/or nsfw, it’s totally up to you. I honestly kinda wanted to see how hawks and Shigaraki got along in a poly relationship and how they interacted with each other because I can imagine how Dabi and hawks get along or dabi and shigaraki but hawks and Shigaraki would have a odd relationship, y’know. Sorry if this is odd and you don’t know what I’m talking about and I just want you to know that I absolutely love your work. You’re the first person I check everyday when I get on tumblr. 😘

Awwwww!!! You are so sweet, thank you so much!!! Yeah this makes a lot of sense, for the demon au especially I’ve been trying to work on showing off the dynamic between Hawks and Shig. I hope headcanons are okay!

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- Before you enter the mix, Dabi is really the only holding them together. He started off dating Tomura (who still insists he barely even likes him, usually after they finish making out) and then later Kei joined in. You’re still not sure how it all came to be since you get a different answer depending on who you ask and what mood they’re in.

- Tomura is only a bit tsundere with Dabi and Kei, never you. With you he’s more openly clingy and would never deny how he feels. He wouldn’t say it, but he appreciates you being around whenever Dabi and Keigo make him feel like a third wheel. Keigo has some similar experiences, but he’s just genuinely not bothered whenever Dabi wants to go have some solo time with Tomura. Or you, for that matter. Just isn’t the jealous type.

- They like using you to fuck with each other. If you’re hanging out with Dabi there’s a good chance Keigo will come along and just flat out steal you. Just pick you up and walk off. Because he can. Dabi is fond of teasing Tomura about how much he likes you, despite clearly also liking you. Tomura’s go-to is usually also to steal you, however he likes to get you to come willingly so you’ll blow off whoever you were with to start.

- Keigo and Tomura get along best when teaming up to irritate Dabi. Whether it’s playing keep away with you, hiding his stuff, distracting him when he’s trying to brood and do Dabi stuff, they really enjoy the power of their combined effects on him.

- The three of them teaming up to irritate you is what really gets them cooperating. They’re all gremlins, they steal your clothes to force you into skirts with no panties, they move your stuff around so you have to ask them for help, and that’s without getting into how often they fight over you, although that’s not so much to annoy you.

- Dabi developed a little habit of calling you, Tomura, and Kei his sluts and now he does it no matter who’s around and it’s really embarrassing but he absolutely does not care.

- While most of the time it’s Dabi and you holding Tomura and Keigo together, it’s not uncommon to find just the two of them off by themselves bonding over a common interest or even occasionally making out.

- They each have their own rooms, but you don’t. You bounce between theirs and your stuff is always scattered around. Yes, it’s annoying. No, they won’t let you have your own room. The four of you typically end up sharing one bed anyway, although the room itself changes.

- They’re not shy about the relationship, so it’s fairly often you get teased (albeit lovingly) about having three boyfriends. Toga really likes trying to force you to pick a favorite.

- Everyone thinks it’s creepy. Everyone. But Kei started calling you their “little girl” and just never stopped.

- They don’t really do PDA between themselves aside from the odd hand holding or rare peck on the cheek, but when it comes to you all bets are off. You’re constantly perched in someone’s lap or holding a hand or having your clothes fixed by someone else. To everyone else it mostly looks like they toss you around.

- Sometimes they’ll take you on dates, switching between doing them one on one or with the whole group. It’s hard to get Tomura to go out, though, since he prefers stay at home dates. When he’s not feeling it you’ll usually end up in a blanket fort eating takeout all together.

- One time. one. time. some stranger muttered “slut” under his breath when he saw you walking along in public with them. Dabi charred his ass so fast the other two were pissed at him for not being able to get a hit in.

- Despite all of them being gremlins, they really love you and will 10/10 go out of their way to make sure you know that. Literally anything upsets you and the immediate response is “Tell me why you’re not happy and I will kill it.”

- Most of their more genuine affections are shown in little things they do. Keigo likes to get you guys things, especially snacks he knows you like since he can go in public freely. Dabi is constantly fixing your clothes and hair and making sure everyone’s comfortable. Tomura always touches you softly (outside of the bedroom), always brushing his fingers along your cheeks or resting his head on your shoulder, etc. He’s also the most likely to casually touch the others in public.

- When it’s cold everyone piles up on Dabi and he pretends he hates it, but you always catch him smiling when he thinks no one’s looking.

- Kei loves using his feathers to tease everyone, slipping them under clothes before you can stop them or making them flit around your face. It’s annoying but his laugh is so cute you can’t even be mad at him.

- Tomura’s face always lights up before he can stop it when one of you comes to play videogames with him. He’s really bad at hiding how excited and happy it makes him.

- Since you’re the only girl and they’re kind of sexist, they treat you a lot softer than they treat each other. Doesn’t matter how strong you are, they’ll always think you’re weaker and they need to protect you. It might not seem like it when they’re teasing the hell out of you or tying you up or spanking you, but they go way easier on you than they would on each other in the same situation.

- Literally any sign from you that you’re seriously upset or overwhelmed? Done. No more. Only soft affection and very mild teasing for the week.

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- The first time Kei joined in while Dabi and Tomura were fucking, he didn’t even participate. He just watched like a fucking creep. Still does that occasionally.

- They all have relatively high drives and absolutely no shame between each other, so it’s pretty often you’re just casually getting fucked in one of their rooms while another sits on the couch beside you and watches TV. May or may not comment on it.

- Sometimes they’ll make bets about you. See who can get you to cum the fastest one week or try testing how long it takes for you to come to them when they don’t initiate it and which one you pick. How much cum they can stuff you with and plug up before it starts leaking out. And so on.

- It’s very different if it’s just one of them, or if it’s two and which two, etc.

- Dabi likes to manhandle you. He takes his time, makes you wait and beg and then just completely destroys you for hours on end. After, he sits back with a cigarette and lets you cling to him while he strokes you and tells you you did a good job. It pleases him when you’re so fucked out you can’t form full sentences, and he’ll tease you for it for days.

- Keigo is similar in that he likes to tease, but he’s also sadistic. He’ll make you cum on his tongue and fingers until you’re begging him to stop and then he’ll force at least two more orgasms out of you on his dick. Afterwards he watches you twitch and leak his spunk for a minute before giving you god-tier aftercare. Runs a bath, gets you some water, etc. Once you’re clean he encourages you to take a nap, but it’s usually an excuse for him to take a nap because he’s also worn out but trying to hide it.

- Tomura gets too excited to tease for very long, but that’s only directly before the sex. He’ll have his hand shoved in your panties just toying with you for hours while he absently scrolls on his phone. Sometimes he’ll have you get yourself ready where he can see, only to completely ignore you until you let him know he can start. Once he’s going, though, he’s done with all that. He’s drooling, panting, flushed, pounding you into next week. He alternates between kissing you and spitting in your mouth because he’s too wound up to just pick a mood most of the time.

- That’s not to say you don’t have lots of times where it’s intimate and loving, but that’s not really the usual.

- The Dabi/Tomura combination is the more nasty of the three. Kei isn’t opposed to doing stuff to make you squirm when he’s in the mood but Dabi and Tomura l i v e for that shit. They’re almost nightmarish together, 100% okay with piss, impact play, period stuff, all things anal, etc. Of course you’re their girlfriend and they love you so they’re not about to do something that has you screaming or crying for real, but if you’re at least mostly okay with it and they’re confident it’s not breaking you, they’ll do pretty much anything. Anything to get you teary-eyed, begging them to stop, etc. as long as you’re not saying the safeword. For aftercare they’re very gentle and soft as they clean you up and put you to bed. Doesn’t matter what time of day it happened, they’re putting you in bed and snuggling you until you get at least an hour of sleep. When you wake up they’ll get you something to eat and make sure they didn’t hurt you beyond the usual cuts, bruises, and assorted mild scorching.

- Dabi and Kei usually go for more of a good cop/bad cop sort of arrangement. Doesn’t seem so bad until you figure out they switch the roles without any indication of having done that. It’s like they have a sixth sense for it or something. You’ll be crying and clinging to Keigo since he’s been nice so far only for him to bend you over his knee and spank you raw for it; meanwhile Dabi has gone from smacking you around and spewing filth to cooing and stroking your face. Their aftercare is mostly praise, they’ll tell you you did well and make sure you’re okay mentally since some of the stuff they say can get pretty intense. They’ll get you cleaned up and make sure you eat and drink water, and they’ll cuddle as long as you want and won’t go anywhere even if you fall asleep.

- Tomura and Keigo are the most interesting mix. It’s not often that it happens, but when it does they work surprisingly well together. Their different types of degeneracy and patience seem to blur together into a lethal combination that’ll have you getting whiplash from how they toss you back and forth. They’re not usually both participating at the same time; someone has to hold the camera, after all. Aftercare usually consists of a shower, snacks, and either you napping on their laps while they game together or joining in if they didn’t rock your shit too hard. On days when they’ve done this, you’ll notice the two of them interacting more and occasionally taking some time to be alone together…

- When it’s all of them you’re fucking in for it. Depending on the mood it can vary wildly, but for the most part it’s just a complete mass of writhing limbs and moans. You’re tired ten minutes in, more of the focus is on you than anything, you’re forced to cum over and over again, they each cum in or on you at least twice, and when it’s all said and done you’re covered in sweat, cum, possibly blood, and three sweaty, spent bodies. Usually after they have to peel your limp, half-conscious body off the bed and carry you to the bath. They’ll take great care of you, not that you’ll really remember it in your sorry state, and when you wake up the next day they’re more doting than usual. They’ll tease a little about how you’re sore and still just a little out of it, but that doesn’t mean they’re not checking on you and being extra attentive.

- The times when it’s all of you together but in a more romantic way, it’s like being surrounded by pure love. Everyone’s kissing, you’re all tangled together, it’s just really soft and intimate. Doesn’t last as long, but it’s insanely sweet and gooey. When finished, there’s lots of soft caring/cleaning up/cuddling for a while but it doesn’t have the same insane recovery time as usual. After everyone’s taken care of, the guys like to try pretending everything is normal, but it’s obvious they’re more clingy than usual. Definitely all sleeping together in a pile on nights like that.

- Sometimes one will join in just for aftercare. Kei enjoys seeing you a fucked-out little mess, so he’s always happy to help if it means he can see you destroyed for a minute first. Dabi likes the feeling of being needed and being able to care for someone, so he’ll help, especially cleaning you up and getting you dressed. Tomura loves the way you cling after, and likes to cuddle and nap, so he’ll come in late to the aftercare just for that.