#i dont wanna use my requested time off just to clean so i wanna get stuff cleaned before i take time off

[be-good-to-bugs]

i NEED to take a break from work

[jubiilee13]

JOSH HUTCHERSON. I do badly wanna make a request for Josh from the forger but I must show restraint

Anyways Mike asking you to officially be his gf?

JOSH HUTCHERSON JOSH HUTCHERSON AOQWEIIOWEIOOIAWEFIOFWAEWGAGEHRGAHREW

my husband

anyways here u go pooksters

warnings: female pronouns, fluff, reader has a nightmare, smooching just a lil

I didn’t check spelling on this so if it’s horrible I’m so sorry 😭

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mikes job was not an easy one.

neither was managing a younger sister.

but thats where you came in.

you and mike had known one another since high school, though you two hadn’t been the closest pair at the time. gentle smiles in the halls and small hellos were about all that went on in your mind.

but not for sweet old mike.

he adored you, every second he got to be in your presence was like heaven.

looking back on it he wasn't sure how you hadn't noticed his longing stares, the blush coating his cheeks, the way he fumbled over his words.

he was in love with you, that was clear to everyone but you.

so when the end of high school rolled around, the two of you fell out of touch.

he was sad, yes, but he had abby to worry about, and some cute girl couldn't get in his way.

so for the next few years nothing happened between the two of you, and he just assumed you had moved away to some far away place. eventually the amount thoughts of you in his mind began to dwindle down, until you only crossed his mind at most 2 times a year.

that was until a few months ago that is...

long story short mike had posted a few flyers about needing a baby sitter for abby, and low and behold someone sent him a message and sweetly said they'd love to meet up with him over coffee to discuss more details.

so thats exactly what happened, mike put on his most formal clothes (which wasnt really much) and began his journey to the coffee shop. He anxiously wiped his sweaty palms on his pants, silently cursing himself for his nervous habits. before he knew it the coffee shop was just ahead, and as he stepped inside it was like his heart stopped beating.

it was you.

He tried to hide his smile but you could read that man like an open book.

The two of you talked for several hours, about the job, about life, about everything.

you could've kept going even, if it werent for mike having to pick up abby from school.

so you bid your farewells and mike informed you that you could start watching abby the following day.

as mike worked each night, you stayed with abby, doing everything with her, and she loved it.

every day she would gush to mike about you, talking about the adventures and fun times the two of you had shared.

mike listened every time as well, and every time he did so he couldnt help but note how his feelings for you began to return.

after all, you were so sweet, so gentle, so... loving.

how could he help it?

every morning after his shift he would come home to find leftovers on the counter, alongside a small handwritten note from you, each time saying something ever so sweet.

on top of that he would also find you dozing on the couch, and every time he saw you sleeping so peacefully he would just admire you for a few moments, always opting to cover you with his jacket or a blanket before he sent himself off to bed as well.

so that brings us to tonight.

mike walks through the door with a yawn, rubbing his eyes sleepily as he places his vest on the coat rack, dragging himself into the kitchen as he picks up your sweet note.

"abby insisted on pizza and spaghetti tonight so take your pick sugar, i hope work was well, i hope you dont mind but i forgot a change of clothes tonight and abby grabbed a pair of your boxers and an old sweatshirt of yours, i just threw it on for tonight, i promise ill get it back to you clean asap! lots of love, - y/n" the note read.

mike cant help but chuckle at your rambling, and he picks up the plate full of pizza and he reaches out to open the microwave but stops in his tracks when he hears something.

something so faint he wasnt even sure he had really heard it.

then it happened again, louder now and mikes blood ran cold.

it was you, your cries.

mike rushes into the living room, and his body visibly relaxes when he finds you still deep in slumber on the couch.

a small frown falls on his face when he notices you squirming, a distressed look across your sleeping features as a few frantic words escape your mouth in slumber.

"no! mike- mike please- dont- i need you mike please" you murmured, so softly that mike was sure he was hallucinating.

still he approached your sleeping figure, his rough hands gently making their way to your shoulders.

“hey hey hey” he whispered as he gently shook you, concern in his eyes.

yet you didn’t budge, body trembling beneath him as small whines escape you, even some small tears slipping past your closed eyes.

he shook you harder now, and he lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding when you shoot upright, but his relief quickly fades as a quiet sob escapes your lips.

your teary e/c eyes scan over him, almost checking to see if it’s really him.

once your brain finally decides to accept the fact that he’s really in front of you, you fling yourself towards him, more sobs escaping your lips “oh mikey” you cry out.

mike immediately wraps his arms around your torso, one hand moving up to comb through your hair.

“woah woah woah I’m right here pretty girl, I’m here, I’m here” he coos into your ear, holding your trembling frame.

the two of you stayed like that until your sobs turned into small sniffles, your head resting on his shoulder as you took in his scent.

“m’sorry…” you mumble into the crook of his neck

“it’s ok don’t apologise silly, do you wanna talk about it?” he quietly asks you, and you nod.

“I- you died mikey… in my dream… you- you were gone! I- I was so scared… I can’t lose you” you say between hiccups, and he hopes you can’t tell how your words make his heart race.

“im not leaving anytime soon pretty girl, can i tell you a secret y/n?” he asks as he brushes a hair behind your ear.

he chuckles when you nod and cuddle further into him, his face flushing ever so slightly, not that you could notice in the dim light of the room anyways.

“ive been in love with you since freshman year” he murmurs, and with those words your body grows stiff and you sight upright.

“y-you have?” your shaky voice asks

he nods, his orbs locking onto your own, and he goes to speak, his nerves getting the best of him, but before he can you cut him off.

with a kiss.

you had kissed mike.

mike just kissed the love of his life.

the kiss was sweet, gentle, and it seemingly lasted forever.

the two of you eventually pulled away for air, chests heaving as you both gasp gently for air.

you both go to speak at the same time

“I love you so much-“

“I’m so in love with you”

you both gasp at the others words, and you can’t help but giggle.

“so does this mean..?” you question, as you absentmindedly cuddle closer into him

“mean what? that you’re my girlfriend?” he asks gently

“if you want me to be” you say with a smile, awaiting his next words

“well how can I say no to a smile like that?”

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this is prob really bad I haven’t written in forever but I’m lowkey kinda proud of it for rn, I hope you enjoy!

[softxsuki]

hi!! id like to make an urgent request please :)

tw !! mention of self harm / new sh wounds , mention of a blade

if you’re alright with it, id like to request a (romantic) hawks x gn!reader where hawks walks in on reader relapsing.

ive recently grown more and more stressed and tired lately, like my energy is constantly being drained and no matter how hard i try im not enough to stop it. and i wanna reach out for help cause i know i have friends who care about me but i just cant for some reason—i dont feel the need to ask for help cause i just dont think i deserve it. no matter how many times ill comfort others i was never strong enough to ask for the same comfort, and instead of going to someone and talking about it i turn to my blade.

hawks is a big comfort character of mine and my current hyperfix, and as embarassing as it is—reading comfort fanfics of him is a way of coping with it all. so id gladly appreciate if you could write this for me :) ++ if possible, id love if youd be able to include hawks cleaning reader’s cuts, cleaning them bringd me a sense of comfort and id love to see that in the fic.

but if you’re uncomfy about anything at all, no worries ! you dont have to write this if you dont wanna :) have a lovely day<3

Hawks Comforting Reader After They Self-Harm

please do not read if any kind of mentions of self-harm will do you more harm than good!

Pairing: Hawks x Gn!reader

Warnings: mentions of self harm, blade, blood, scars

Genre: Comfort

Post-Type: Drabble

Word Count: 750

Summary: In which your BF Hawks catches you self harming and cleans up your fresh cuts

[A/N: Hey hey, so sorry for taking so long to write this, I know it was urgent. I just happened to get sick randomly and couldn't focus to write. But I finally got this done for you! I hope you're still around to read it </3. Hopefully it provides you with some comfort. Always go to others for help before taking matters into your own hands. Even if you feel like you can't, I'm sure the people in your life would love to help you out <3 I'm here too if you ever need anything! Enjoy!]

You look back and forth between the bloody mess in front of you to the panicked face of Keigo who had walked in on you. 

He was supposed to be gone for the whole day, patrolling his designated area until later that evening. Who knew he’d stop by to check in on you, hoping to have lunch together before continuing his patrol duties. Yet, coming home to you hovering over the bathroom sink with blood dripping from your delicate skin was not what he expected at all.

Of course he knew about your history with self-harm and could very clearly see all your past scars on your body, but he never expected to see you actively harm yourself in front of him. 

“Y/N…” He starts cautiously, eyeing the blade in your hands as you shake with regret.

“I’m sorry,” you cry, dropping the blade in the sink and moving your bleeding wrists away from his view, but he quickly closes the space between you.

Gentle hands grab your own and inspect the damage done. He rolls up the sleeves of his hero suit and gets to work on cleaning you up. With a clean towel he dabs the blood away, applying slight pressure to help stop the bleeding a little, whispering an apology whenever you flinch from the pain. 

He’s silent; contemplating how he let it get this far. He was a hero for crying out loud and the one person he wanted to keep safe the most out of everyone else in the world, managed to get harmed while he was away. He was angry and frustrated at himself that he couldn’t prevent the fresh cuts on your arms. All those nights he kissed your scars and whispered sweet promises of love and protection were all for nothing. Why couldn’t he be more useful to you?

“Keigo, I didn’t mea-” you start, but he quickly cuts you off as he finishes applying the bandage wrap to your wrist.

“I’m sorry. This isn’t your fault, it’s mine. I should have known something was off, I should have paid more attention and been around to help instead of being out. I’m sorry.”

He presses kisses to your bandaged wrist, just wishing that he could have the magical healing power that Recovery Girl’s kisses had. He wished he could kiss all your pain away and face it all himself in your stead. 

“No, no, this is all on me. You’re always there for me, telling me how much you love me and trying your best to encourage me and lift me up, but I always hold back,” you confess, snatching your arms away from him in guilt, “You’re so busy as it is saving everyone. I don’t want to add to your burdens with my own problems as well. I thought I could deal with it all alone, but I failed. I turned back to my blade because it was too much to bear on my own.”

He sighs, and this time brings you into his arms in an embrace, “That’s because we’re not meant to go through these things alone, babe. Even as a hero I don’t do things on my own either. I have a whole agency backing me up along with my other fellow heroes. No one can accomplish anything on their own without hurting themselves. So please let me be there for you to help you as much as you’ve helped me.”

Silent sobs escape your lips as he continues to hold you and speak.

“All those days when you held me after I failed to save someone. All those nights you patched me up after a mission and I stubbornly refused to go to a hospital; let me be there for you for all your tough times as well. Let me be the one to gather you up again and listen to all your worries, don’t fight your battles alone anymore. I promise you’re not a bother to me at all. I want to be there for you. It’s my job,” he reassures you. 

“All right,” you sniffle, finally wrapping your own arms around him, accepting his comfort.

He calls the agency afterwards, letting them know that he can’t come in for the rest of the day and instead spends his time with you. Listening intently to everything that’s been bubbling up in your heart, right by your side, wiping your tears away and giving you his unconditional support and love. He’s definitely making sure you don’t deal with things on your own anymore :)

REQUESTS ARE OPEN :D

Posted 3/5/2023

[pjofancalledbelle]

please, please, please~ Leo Valdez x Aphrodite reader

A/N: Guess who's back on the writing grind.... ME! Btw get ready for a yapfest just skip it.

Idk if anyone actually wants these cause my silly posts that take me two mintuets to read gets more interactions but whatever. I wanna try and make these look pretty but i dont know how so I'll have research cause it's killing me how ugly how ugly it is. Also I wanna say IM A MINOR I DO NOT WRITE SMUT! Thats just cause i got a smut request but i literally don't feel comfortable writing it or putting it online so sorry yall. Anyway here's your daily dose of Leo content cause he's bad boy supreme.

Warnings~ cringy and brainrot use, swearing

contents~ Leo's a loveable idiot that uses brainrot like his life depends on it.

word count~ 390

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"Urm... what the sigma?" Is what your boyfriend said as you walked into bunker 9. You weren't sure what he meant when he said stuff like that but it was embarrassing. Ever since he'd figured out how to make phones that didn't alert monsters of your whereabouts he'd ranked his screen time up to 9 hours and kept saying odd terms.

"What does that meannnnn?" You ask quickly walking into the bunker before anyone could possibly see you, the prettiest and friendliest, child of Aphrodite hanging around bunker nine and in extension Leo. You weren't ashamed of him... no more worried about what would happen if he ended up calling it off. Piper was the only one who knew about this little thing going on because your other half siblings that someone would have to have bad taste and judgement to date him. However, all the sneaking around ended today when Leo expressed how it felt being kept like a secret.

"It means your the alpha skibdi rizzler of my heart." He said putting his little tinkering project down and wrapping his arms around your waist beaming at you with a twinkle in his brown eyes. Normal boyfriends would call their partner darling or baby but you didn't have normal you had Leo. Scrawny, mischievous Leo.

At first, you lean into his arms but then you notice all the oil on him and playfully shove him away as one of his dirty hands come up to cup your cheek. "Hey, watch the money maker, Valdez. If you ruin my outfit I will cry . And your weird terms still make zero sense." You say not being able to help the smile that came across your lips. Gods, he was cute covered in oil and when he was ruining it with his brainrot vocab.

Pouting, Leo moved back and grabbed a rag to clean himself off, he was so ready for today you were half expecting him to burst out singing 'for the first time in forever' like Anna in frozen. "Fine, fine. So... you ready to tell the world your dating the one and only Leo Valdez?" He asked in a cocky tone as he leaned on his workbench trying to hide the childlike excitement that you could tell was brewing under the service.

"mhm, just don't embarrass me mother fucker."

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A/N~ Hope you liked this my requets are open and I'm working on getting the ones I got before I had a tiny mental breakdown. (I'm fine just geography.) So read them in and give me anything I could improve on. I think I'll write some to save for if I get like that again or go through writers block.

[thegoober010]

so you do art AND writing?? So cool! I just reread that fanfic you made and like, I'm craving for more. If it isn't a hassle, can I request a Dumbass trio (Ace, Deuce and GN reader)? Like cause Ace has high IQ but is dumb in other stuff, Deuce has streets smarts, maybe reader could have high EQ(emotional intelligence) but is a dumbass at everything else (also believes store-bought eggs begets chickens). No reason, really. Totally not because that's what I thought happened to eggs until the heartslabyul chapter aired.

FIST OF ALL THANK U FOR CALLING IT COOL I APPRECIATE IT WAAA

SECOND OF ALL IM NGL I HAD NO IDEA WHAT TO WRITE BUT THE EGGS GAVE ME AN IDEA AND OFC U CAN BUDDY MWEHEHEHE 😈😈🙏🙏

YOU ASK AND YOU SHALL RECIEVE 🔥🔥🔥

Tw/Cw: none !

Gender neutral reader as always ‼️‼️‼️

“I swear none of us are graduating..”

You let out a giggle as you stared at Ace and deuce fooling around in the store while you pushed the cart, they were so stupid sometimes. Ace kept on putting everything in the cart meanwhile Deuce kept on trying to find where to put back each item they didn’t need that Ace kept putting in, he was trying to be a good kid after all and not bother you with Ace’s unnecessary requests to buy dumb items like dog toys for Grim (even though he’s a cat…) or a bag of gummy worms that had spell challenges on them and so on, plus he didn’t want to hurt your wallet with everything Ace was trynna buy !

“Ace- where’d you find these ? Are these… why would you get oysters you don’t even like them !?” “…Well like, I dunno, what if like uhh Rook likes them or something, I don’t know why do I have to explain myself to you all the time just lemme put stuff in the ca- yo hey what’re you doing with all the stuff where are you putting it !?” Ace yelled out as Deuce was basically grabbing everything Ace put in the cart he deemed unnecessary or too expensive for you. “Back where it was ! We don’t need all this! And some of this stuff is too expensive we don’t wanna put ourselves in debt!” Deuce hurriedly explained while rushing around placing everything back where it belongs. “Hey don’t worry, I’m the one mostly paying anyways." You stated trying your best to just calm them down a little. "See! Now put all my stuff back idiot" "Hey who are you calling an idiot!?"

Great... another argument.. this will definetly not turn into a huge disaster and end with them making another huge mess they’ll have to clean ! Definitely…

You let out a sigh before pushing the cart into another aisle that Ace had dragged you off to. Deuce had been left behind but he quickly caught up. You guys were now in that food aisle that had milk, eggs, yogurt, all that stuff. “Oh- uh hey dude didn’t you say you needed some eggs?” Ace asked, “Oh yeah I almost forgot!” You replied before looking at the eggs. You grabbed one and looked at the prices. “Awe… poor little guys… they’re gonna get eaten before they have a chance to become chicks…. Cycle of life I guess…” Deuce sighed. “Deuce…, how many times do I have to tell you that there’s no chickens in store eggs….” Ace rolled his eyes as he helped you check the prices. “Oh yeah I forgot… but hey I can’t be the only one who forgets that or like didn't know that.” Deuce muttered. “Nah you definitely are! Only you’d be that stupid to think that” Ace teased causing Deuce’s eye to twitch. “Hey even if I am stupid you’re uh- you’re stupider!” Deuce replied nudging Ace to the side to look at what he was looking at. “Hey don’t push me dude the hell!? Also I got a higher grade on Trein’s test than you yesterday so you can’t call me stupid!” Ace nudged Deuce back “You got a 52% I got a 51.5% it’s the same thing if you round it!” Deuce groaned before pushing Ace back, accidentally slipping and making both of them fall on the ground.

“OW! You dumbass-!” Ace yelped, he hit his head when he fell and he just rubbed it, he sat up and saw how Deuce just up and rubbed his back “Owww-“ Deuce winced “Dont call me a dumbass!” Deuce groaned before giving Ace a hand and helped him get up. Ace gave Deuce a glare before then looking over at you, “Ugh whatever.... uh yo you’ve been really quiet dude... you okay?” Ace asked you while rubbing the back of his head.

You turn your head over to Ace as you held and just blink and stay silent before all of a sudden. “What do you mean there’re no chickens in eggs….” You asked. Ace just… stared… “You… you didn’t know....?” “NO??” You reply with a shocked tone, your voice cracked a bit while you raised your brows. “See Ace I told you I’m not the only one!” Deuce pointed at him before crossing his arms.

"How can you two be so dumb what?? Did your parents not teach you anything?" Ace started to tease both of you which caused you to laugh meanwhile Deuce was getting annoyed once again. Right before Deuce could say anything to him all of a sudden you all hear barking coming from behind yall. You all turn and all of a sudden see a HUGE dog running towards you guys "COME BACK HERE MUNCHKIN!!" the owner of the dog yelled out. It was more specifically running to you, you had no time to react neither did Ace or Deuce so you all just stood still. Deuce quickly took out his wand before Ace slapped it from his hand "Hey we cant just cast a random spell we could hurt the dog!" before Ace could even finish scolding Deuce a loud thud was heard. The dog just knocked you over while you had been trying to move away from it, knocking down the carton of eggs from you. "Ah- damnit!" You cursed under your breath, before the dog started licking you face, its tail wagging happily. You pet the dog before looking at your side and seeing the carton of eggs on the floor, opened, and all the eggs scattered, broken, in shambles even. "Oh my goodness I'm so sorry!" the owner said before grabbing his dog's leash and motioning it towards him "C'mere munchkin!" he said, the dog quickly made its way back to their owner. Ace held out a hand to you "Mph- thanks Ace" You spoke softly, getting up. "Oh my what a mess, so sorry about that!" the owner said before trying to tiptoe his way outta this mess. Deuce immediately grabbed him by the collar "Hey! Ya don't get to leave after your dog makes a mess! You're gonna help us fix this!" Deuce yelled at the man, he just stared at Deuce with a nervous expression. "Wow- okay sorry-..." the man muttered. Deuce let go of his shirt before moving his attention towards you "Hey you okay?? That was quite the tumble." You nodded "Yeah I'm fine! Why wouldn't I be, it's just a little fall!"

"Damn.. well who's gonna pay for that and clean it?" Ace asked causing you all to shrug, all of a sudden an employee comes up to you guys. "Hey what's going on with you guys? Why's there a mess..?" the employee asked, looking at all of you with an annoyed glare.

After you all explained the situation the owner of the dog was made to clean up the mess but you still had to pay in the end. Once you were all done with that finally you guys finished shopping and were getting out of the store. "Oh sevens that was such a mess and for what.." Ace muttered, "Tell me about it... that dog dude was so annoying but the dog was cute." Deuce randomly commented meanwhile you were just glad that was all over with and you guys can finally head to the dorms. "Let's just be happy we didn't have to clean something up again, and let's be grateful it wasn't actually our fault this time hehe." You giggled slightly causing Ace and Deuce to look at you with a smile. "With how much of a mess we make at school and outside of it... I wouldn't be surprised if we get held back like Leona." Ace laughed, taking a small jab at Leona. "Hey don't say that, we work hard why would we get held back!?" Deuce questioned a bit surprised Ace would say that not realizing he was just joking. You stare at the two of them as they just start going back and forth once more but they quickly stop, calm down and just start giggling about nonsense and brain rot terms. You just smiled, happy that they're your friends... even if they're idiots sometimes but hey you're an idiot too with them... that's what got you guys your infamous 'dumbass trio' nickname. "Pfff I swear none of us are graduating..." You chuckle

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a/n please save me idk what I just wrote im sleep deprived and I didnt even check it after finishing but ITS OKAY IG HOPEFULLY U LIKED IT 😻😻😻

[dreamersville]

ik everybody says hi, or some variation of that hut idk what else to say .. so HIIII. 😂😂 anyways i was wondering if you had any headcannons for Haikyuu!! like the ones you did for fatgum and tamaki .. i dont have a specific character but you could write for anybody if you dont mind. um thank youu and i really like your writing style

an? hiii love bugg🥰🥰. i wasnt really sure who to write for so this is more of like a general thingy? if thats so okay with you. and thank you so much for the compliment 🥹🫶🏽. the delusion was at an all time high for this 😭😭. request are open.

pairings? haikyuu x black reader

tw? none that i know of

Lying on their chest while they are on their back on the couch. You and them watching movies from your childhood including: Drum Line. Juice, Love & Basketball, Friday, and many many more, you explaining all the lore to them while they have one arm rubbing up and down your back the other one in your humming and asking questions every now and then to show that they are listening and intrigued. [daichi, anoe,yamamoto,semi,matsukawa,]

— You're used to hearing them wandering around the room getting ready for work, and waking up usually waking up to the noise but today you didn't, matta fact .. you didn't even hear the alarm go off, you groan as you turn over to see that they are still asleep. You slide up behind them wiggling your “ice cold” toes between their calves and shake their shoulders to wake them up. They jump up with a quickness thanking you for waking them up, as they rush about trying to get ready, but ofc they cant forget to come back and give you your “see you later” kiss. [konoha,tendō, osamau, ukai, kenma] — ORRRR you're usually the one who gets up earlier than them but today is your day off so you're going to sleep in and get some extra sleep. They are tiptoeing around while getting ready trying not to wake or disturb you because you really need this sleep. They come back in the room and fix their side of the bed then coming to your side you read just you and your head scarf, kissing your forehead goodbye. They might have stood there watching you gravity towards their side of the bed and snuggle into their pillow.. But you can't prove it. [yakuu, saeko, asahi, koganwgawa] — Let's talk about how they hover around you when you're cooking not only because it smells good but you like to have them taste test the food. Coming around the corner, spoon in one hand while the other one is under the spoon catching anything that might fall, you hold their chin as you let them try the food. Even if they rain down praise on everything they taste and are truly no help, you still have fun as you dance around the kitchen with them. {they also try to sneak an extra taste while they think you're not pay attention but gets caught every single time} [hinata, hanamaki,atsumu, ninshinoya, daishō] — They’ve grown to love Sundays. The idea of cleaning and listening to music with you all day ??? sooo domestic. Yall typically split the cleaning, there are no specific “rolls” per say, yall just do what yall wanna do. You are always in charge of the playlist because you are having the bestest songs ever. Don't let Let's Groove by Earth, Wind & Fire play because clean????? When let's groove playing??? Ain't no way baby. [sakusa, yachi, kita, kai, takeda] — They've always come back to you with some new bruise or cut and insist that you are the one to take care of it because you're always gentle and kiss it to make them feel better quicker. And the products you use after you're done always smell really good!! When you're done they always say “I think i've got a cut on my lip too” [hinata, kageyama, kyōtani, lev, bokuto] — You always turn the air down when you want to cuddle with them because they always claim it's too hot and you just wanna cuddle and be comfortable. You're used to the air being at 70 but their not, so here they come with with sweatpants on 2 pairs of socks a hoodie with a shirt on and a blanket on their shoulders, demanding you give up some of your body heat [goshiki, tsukishima, futakuchi, tanaka, michimya]

— [ ] who likes to come find you, interrupting whatever you're doing to put you in his lap and make you touch your forehead with and stare into each other's eyes. Mostly to be annoying but they like to have your presence around them and don't know how to ask so they just .. yk. [kageyama, fukunaga, anoe, terushima] — They loveeee to come behind you while you're standing and wrap their arms around you holding you while swaying side to side. Most times they don't initiate a conversation, they either put that chin on your head or shoulder or bury their face into your neck. Smelling that scent of shea butter and whatever frit you decide you wanted to smell like. [daichi, kuroo, akaashi, ushijma, oikawa] — [ ] knows your orders for multiple fast food and restaurants. + all the lil specialties of is, such ass you liking a spicy chicken sandwich combo no sauce add mayo, chilled strawberry lemonade from popeyes. its second atp. you just tell them where you wanna eat and they take care or everything else. [aone,kenma, osamu, aran, suga] — Yall have dance battles at random ass times. R a n d o m ass times. Yall could be grocery shopping, you send him to go get something on the other isle, you'd hear a song yall both like over the intercom playing, and you immediately look towards the end of the isle to see them slide into just in time as yall start dancing towards each other, not caring who see you. [tanka, nishinoya, tendō,hanamaki,] — They see you do your skin care routine and decide that they wanna copy you because your skin is literally the softest skin he’s ever encountered. But he likes when you apply the product to his skin because their fingers are calluses from playing volleyball. Matching headband to pull you guys hair back. It's sooo cuteeeee ahh i'm in love. [oikawa, atsumu and osamu, sakusa,] — You said i love you first and freaked the absolute dogshit outta them. Frfr. baby was clutching them pearlsssss, didn't know what to say? What to do? Obviously he loves you too, more actually if you let him tell it but they are still in this state of pure shock. You would be panicking if they didn't already say it to you when you were “sleeping”. [ashai, yamamoto, yamaguchi, konoha, kita] — On the contrary they said it first … accidentally but they still said it first. Yall were probably doing so mundane shit and they was just thinking “damn i really fucking love them” except it wasnt in their head, it was definitely out loud. Out loud as in you could hear them out loud, you were shocked but said it back and continued on with what you were doing like you didn't just change their life for the better. [suga, semi, washio, iwazumi, yaku] — Now they had a whole plan set out. From the time you woke up until the time they decided it was best to say it. They act like the finna propose or sum. It's really nice you're not suspicious because it was date night. You cried or wtv, (it's not or wtv, it was that ugly cry. lip curled back, nose running, ya getting red inna face, hiccuping after every breath, they are concerned dd) anyways you eventually say it back because duh you love, like hello?? You were already planning your wedding. And so were they. [lev, asahi, fukunaga, aran, kageyama]

hopefully you enjoyed!! thank you for the request💜!! i tried to include a wide variety of characters 😭, sorry if this wasnt what you wanted. request are open

[a-whispering-echo]

i saw band requests and you mentioned Red in ur last post so yk 👉👈

only if you wanna

YESSS! Red! here!

So, hes a drug dealer here -oop. hes 25 and about 5'9. he sees like a right dick, a real THREAt, but hes a sweetheart, really.

He dated Dust when he was 18, and Dust was 15. wanna make it clear that Red DID NOT know of Dust's age! Dust looked older than he was at the time due to malnutrition and living on the streets at the time, and Dust LIED about his age to Red! When Red learnt that Dust was younger than he said, he broke it off with him instantly. They have a somewhat brotherly relationship now; Red looks out for Dust and calls him 'Kid' now.

Red still deals to Dust - just weed though! Sometimes Dust pays with money, sometimes sexual favours. His partners all know about both the drug use and the payment methods. Theyre okay with it!

Well, mostly.

Cross fucking HATES Red! Cross was besties with Dust when he started dating Red, and Cross could see that Red was a bad influence on Dust. getting him into all sorts of dark and dodgy shit; hes the reason Dust smokes to this very day, in fact! And yeah, maybe some of that hatred was caused by younger Cross' 'little' crush on Dust from back in the day... Regardless, Cross decked him in the face once.

Cross doesnt know how the relationship ended because he was shipped off to boot camp by his father while Dust was still dating him, and then when Cross got out, he joined the Stars. Cross never contacted his old friends when he was shipped off, wasnt given the CHANCE to, and then by the time he came back, all his old friends had formed a band without him and had made it big. He assumed they simply were not interested in him anymore. And hey, if he dated Dream, so sweet and kind to him, if he squinted he could almost trick himself into believing he was Nightmare.

Dust thought Cross left BECAUSE of him dating Red. He knew Cross didnt approve, knew he didnt like Red, and literally after just a few weeks after a physical altercation between the two, Cross disappeared off the face of the earth? Obviously, it was his fault, and Dust realised that he himself was USING Red; for shelter for food, heck, for drugs! And that wasnt fair to Red. So, he came clean; told Red what he did, what hes doing, and his lie, and obviously, they broke up. They are on... amicable terms now, obviously.

On an entirely separate note, i actually am SO proud of how this drawing came out! If im being honest, ive always been slightly scared of drawing, not only black characters, but characters who are of another race to my own, because i dont want to fuck it up, and accidentally make some racist caricature, which, like, i know is just my anxiety, but its stopped me from drawing characters before. So, im honestly so pleased with how he came out! I think he, and all the other characters ive drawn, have actually come out very well, and im pleased with the results! And i think thats finally broken down my caution with straying from drawing them <3

[r0b1ns]

Can you please write more stuff for Jack russell. There is not enough about him. But if you dont mind can you write dom amab reader and sub Jack russell. And with Jack being praised and possibly edged.

Note: sorry it took so long, I'm really not that great at writing anything other than headcanons, but I really hope you like it, also I'll say it again, English is not my native language sorry if there are any mistakes

DAY IN

JACK RUSSELL (MARVEL) X MALE READER

Plot: see request above

CW: n/sfw, smut, unprotected sex, AMAB reader

WORD COUNT: 1.4k+

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You sat on the sofa, jack resting his head on your legs, watching some shitty movie. You didn't have much to do, everything in the house was clean, you were all done with work, and jack wasn't in the mood to go out.

"This is boring" you said stroking his hair

"It is" his said with closed eyes, enjoying the head rubs.

You sat like this for another minute before you decided to do something "fun", slowly stroking down his face, feeling his freshly shaved face and warm breath on your fingers.

You reached his throat, his pulse quickening, Squeezing a little and continuing down to his collarbones and chest. He started breathing faster, shifting in your lap

"What are you doing hermoso?" He said nervously

"Shh" you shushed him sliding your hand to his nipples and playing with them.

You felt them slowly hardening and jack making small and quiet grunts, finally making him moan when you rolled one in between your fingers.

Taking the hand out of his shirt, you lifted it up and helped him get it off, sliding your fingers down his stomach to his happy trail, going past the waist band into his boxers.

He was already half hard, thanks to the werewolf horneinnes, so you started stroking him slowly, using the pre cum as a lubricant. He whined like a puppy and started bucking his hips up, trying to make you go faster, but just as he started getting harder you took your hand out making him pout in frustration.

"Up" you commanded and he stood up in a second "strip"

His pupils dilated and cock jumped in his underwear, oh how he loves when you tell him what to do.

He slowly pilled his clothes off until he was standing in front of you all naked, cock fully hard and red, leaking with pre cum.

"Come here" he climbed on top of you, wrapping his legs around yours and hands around your neck.

You kissed him slowly, savoring the bitter taste of coffee on his lips, swallowing every little sound he makes. He pressed closer to you, trying to touch as much of you as possible, grinding his sensitive cock on the rough fabric of your pants.

He looked angelic, so desperate, cheeks flushed with a bright red color, heavily penting and gripping your shoulders for dear life.

"Ok you can continue" you gave permission to unzip your pants, he did with trembling hands eagerly taking you in his hand and rubbing your cocks together. You let out a sigh, marking his mascular thighs with your fingernails.

You decided it was enough and flipped jack on his back, taking off your clothes completely.

"Lube?"

"No, no please, I need you now-"

"I don't wanna hurt you, be patient and wait a minute " you packed his soft lips and got up to take the lube from your shared room, taking your time on the way back. Don't get the wrong idea, you did want to fuck Jack's brains out, but you also wanted to see his desperate face, begging you to touch him.

When you came back down you saw him touching himself.

"What do you think you're doing"

Not giving him time to answer you took his wrists and pinned them above his head.

"Naughty boy, now I gotta wait before fucking you."

He cried out begging you to go inside him, but you didn't give in.

You took off your clothes, putting his legs on your shoulders and and hugging him closer to you.

Bending down you placed wet kisses on his inner thighs, sucking and biting the tender skin. You left marks everywhere, his thighs, ass, and carefully licking his entrance. You looked up to jack gripping his hair with one hand and his knee with the other. His mouth opened soundlessly eyes rolling back.

Continuing licking the pink ring and going in with your tongue.

"Ah please, please amor, i- I need you"

You smiled at his begging and the nickname, you lived when he spoke Spanish to you, he always called you hermoso, amor or Cielito. Sometimes jokingly referring to you as papi chulo.

Just the use of the word made you softer "patience" you told him, sucking on his balls and than his cock.

You licked around the big vein that popped on his length, going up and down, driving him insane. The salty taste on your tongue gave you shivers.

You went up and sucked on his tip, earning a loud moan from your boyfriend. Using teeth a little to torture him (he loved it) and sliding your tongue in his sensitive slit. He was already shaking, even you didn't even begin yet, as you planned. Going down deeper until you could feel his pubes, and the end of his length at the back of your throat choking you.

His little noises were heavenly, but you desperately wanted to make him loud, make him scream. You didn't care about the neighbors at that moment, the worst they could do is give you a dirty look.

You took your mouth off of him with a pop to take the bottle of lube in your hand and put some on your fingers. Rubbing them together to make it less cold you carefully circled around him and slowly inserted two if them in his pulsing hole. He let out a relieved sigh, taking everything he can get from you.

You moved your hand in and out adding fingers every few minutes. When you felt he was all ready and relaxed you took your hand out, making him cry in protest shortly followed by a loud moan when you slipped your hard cock in.

His toes curled and you swear he looked like he was about to pass out.

"Ay dios!" It's like he forgot the English vocabulary, his brain went blank.

You started slow, pumping into him with a steady rhythm, feeling him warm and tight around you.

You were going painfully slow, not wanting to give in to your lover's begging. His breathing was heavy, chest rising every second, tears falling down the sides of his face.

"You're doing so good" you reached up his face petting his hair in a comforting pace "you want me to touch you?" You whispered in his ear, leaning forward towards him.

"Yes, yes, por favor" he somehow managed to say those words without stuttering, tightening his legs around your waist, pushing you even deeper.

Softly kissing his lips you started sliding you hand down his body until you reached the lower stomach, where his red tip was laying and leaking all over.

"Alright, just because you've been a good boy today"' the nickname always made his body tingle, sending warmth down.

Wrapping your hand around him you started stroking him matching the pace of your own thrusts.

He couldn't keep quiet anymore, making the most beautiful sounds you like so much and bucking his hips up.

"Yes that's it, don't hold out on me" you started increaseing the speed of both your hand and pushes, feeling the familiar feeling down your stomach spreading to your legs.

Forcingly pushing yourself in, your couch started squeaking.

"Do you wanna cum?" Trying to catch your breath, not stopping for even a second.

"Sí, Sí, por favor, te lo ruego" god how you loved when he speaks Spanish, especially in times like this.

You sped up as much as you could, even though you legs hurt and you could barely breathe, but it was worth it when you so the expression on Jack's face; his mouth wide open, not making a sound, head tilt backwards and hand gripping your hand that holds up his legs.

He made a painted scream as he came all over your hand and his chest. The sight made you desperate to cum, continuing to fuck him throughout his orgasm, eventually spilling inside him , warmth spreading through him.

You let out a breath, slipping out and collapsing on top of him, you sweaty bodies connecting together and your boyfriend's cum smearing between the both of you.

"You know, we still need to clean you up" you spoke after minutes of silence, taking his face in your hand and turning him towards you kissing his swollen lips

His eyes went wide, breath catching in his throat.

You bent down to start you job.

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!GIF IS NOT MINE!

[finniestoncrane]

(Please do this request when youre ready and relaxed enough for it ♡ i know you get a million of these and i dont wanna put pressure on you for thus ;w; )

I always loved the idea of soft arkham knight scarecrow. Mans always working himself and doesnt want to take time off for himself, but sees y/n(or reader really) inna soft type of way. Of course hes an ass or just mean sometimes, but those tender moments? Just jon gazing (or just staring holes) into his lovers eyes and promise hell burn the world for them, these tend to come out during sex or when hes beat tired.

Maybe something like jon hurting himself, and at first hes defensive and pushing away, til reader finally tells him he needs help with that atleast, so he allows it and it turns to a soft moment with kissss and gentle words qwq ❤🥺

Just,, soft jon is my fave, even if its little to none

Again!! Pls dont rush this and make sure youre in a good mental spot to do this ❤ i dont wish to stress you out with more request Q-Q

Tender

Arkham!Scarecrow x GN!Reader, word count: 500 as if i needed tender by blur to carry more emotional weight, but anyway i love soft jon, i love boys who are the masters of fear because underneath they're just very scared 🧡🎃 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: injury, blood, kissing

From the other side of the makeshift ‘lab’ you heard the gentle tinkling of smashed glass hitting the floor, turning quickly to find Jonathan kneeling, balanced on his weaker leg, lifting the pieces from the ground.

“Do you need help?”

“Perfectly capable, thank you.”

You approached him anyway, slowly, quietly, until you noticed that one of the shards had cut his thumb which was now bleeding profusely, droplets spilling onto the floor, mixing with the orange liquid that oozed into the cracks in the tiles.

“Oh no, you dropped a vial of the toxin?”

“Plenty more.”

“Your thumb, Jon…”

“Also fine.”

“But, the wound is open and the toxin-”

“It doesn’t have any effect on me anymore.”

He was indeed immune to the effects, either inherently or through years of exposure, but it was the blood that caused you concern.

“You’re bleeding though. A lot. Let me clean it up for you, please.”

Placing gloves over your hands, you cleaned up the wound, making sure there was no glass left embedded into his cracked, filthy finger. It was deep enough to warrant a couple of stitches, something Jonathan was more than happy to allow you to do for him.

“This might sting.”

“I’m very used to this specific pain.”

You tried to smile at the humour, dark as it was, but you knew it came from a place of genuine hurt. As you watched him surreptitiously out of the corner of your eye, he yawned, and you felt something invisible but strong tugging at your heart.

“You know, Jon… you should get some sleep. You don’t need to do everything alone, or be awake when I’m awake. There’s no need to be a martyr to the cause.”

He looked at himself in the dull reflection of the metal table.

“I’m afraid I already am.”

Bypassing the social conventions set in place by the nature of your working relationship, you took his cheek in your hand, turning him to face you, offering him a smile, his cold skin warming under your palm quickly.

As you only just grew accustomed to the fact that he had allowed such a close, intimate gesture to go unchecked, you were quickly taken aback as he leaned in, grabbing your face, pressing his lips to yours.

The kiss took your breath away, how surprisingly tender it was, the feeling behind it. A drop of passion, a hint of desperation, vulnerability. And when your lips had parted, he remained close, stopping for a moment to catch his breath with his forehead against yours.

And when you had prepared yourself for the sweet moment to end, he quickly turned his head, a kiss on your cheek, the side of your neck, round to the front as his hands found your thighs, clawing at them. You inhaled sharply, tossing your head back to allow him more room to explore you, but he was done. It was over.

He pulled away, uttering a soft thank you before returning to the work bench. Tender, sweet, healing. You hoped he would remember the gesture, and the unspoken commitment to providing him with more when needed.

[shytastemakerthing]

heyyy can i get a romantic matchup? ID REALLY LIKE AN ENSTARS ONE but if u dont do those, a twst one is good :3

im kitten, i dont use pronouns (so just use my name). i dont use labels either, but im feminine. im 17 (so nobody younger than me pls!!), currently in IT classes, 162cm, virgo and entp/intp. also 8w9

umm Im a vampirekin and have a strong affiliation w rabbits and cats. i can be really blunt (sometimes i dont mean it sometimes i do) and am pretty aggressive. i love play-fighting w friends and getting into joke arguments nd stuff.

i hate hatee having 2 give advice like I cant deal w ppl venting 2 me. I can b rude Mostly jut since if i dont like you 4 whatever reason Im not going to hide it Im just not going 2 Be nice. Cuz of this I dont get approached a lot bc ppl say i look mad/intimidating a lot!!!

VERY umm bimbo oriented. very clumsy, Very bad memory and attention span, But who cares I love acting cute and acting pretty and stuff. I love cute things tbhgd sm and I just want 2 squeeze. Cute ppl. As a bimbo i still Have my days 💔where im just Depressed man and Thats most days. but i am good at Just Living and Not acting like that..! Tho when im Very bad w mental health I tend 2 just get sick and not leave my bed and just cut everyone off LOLL

Any ways I love fashion and dressing cute and DESIGNING CLOTHES!!!! I love designing plushies and characters and stuff I need like a creative output and I have 34983 ways of that (designing plushies, characters, outfits ect. sewing, vtuber rigging, sculpting, painting, ect). i usually dress in v-kei, gyaru (kogal), ouji and lolita.

i love any love languages recieving tbh Maybe like words of affirmation I need lots of reminding that they R a willing participant of this Relationship. PERSONALLY i lvoe spending time and doing acts of service, im rlly Not an affectionate person so im probably not going to initiate physical contact and Im RLLY bad with words so im not probably going to do words of affirmation either .......

Hmmmm what else I love music. so much different types. breakcore, classical, eurobeat, game osts, pop rock, industrial metal, esp anything super weird and experimental.

jut stuff i likee would be active cities, being clean, good food, nighttime, CATS AND BUNNIES, pigeons<3, (i want to own a pet cat, bunnies and a pigeon lol), collecting things and baking

i DISLIKE dogs (despite being pretty dog-aligned by personality), my room having any sun in it, dirty/messy/gross ppl. i hatee violence sm I get uncomfortable hearing or seeing ppl/animals get hurt Its just gross and scary.

abt relationships ... I will die for my Partner i will straight up Fight someone for them. idc if they r bad person or if They did a crime rlly Thats so girlboss of them . I want to go out a lot on dates and stuff I dont wanna just go to the same places I want 2 explore and go to new places nd stuff. also Ermmm i dont rlly wanna Date someone shorter thn me Like. They just look like a child at that point..

thx :3 sawrry i wrote a lot lolz. lolll tyy So muh

A/N: Hello and thank you for your request! Don't worry about it being so long, the more information that I have to work with then the better! It only lets me get even more ideas for a match-up! Speaking of, I do hope that you like yours and enjoy!

Tw: None

I match you with.........

Ritsu Sakuma

From one vampire to another, you both are quite literally made for each other in that regard. He sees you and he can feel warmth flooding through his ice cold veins, how the moonlight illuminates your figure makes you look just ethereal. He is stunned into silence but soon regains himself and Ritsu can't help but to approach you.

Now given his sleeping patterns, it is a little hard for the both of you to meet up for any kind of outings, these would mostly be happening later in the evening and into the night given his aversion to sunlight, but he manages to work his schedule just right between his unit work and when he sleeps. He will always make time for you.

Another cat lover! Perhaps the both of you would like to go to a cat cafe for one of your dates? It would be something that he would find both enjoyable and relaxing, especially if you get to be there with him.

His schedule is quite busy sometimes given the work he has with his unit, Knights, but if you would like, you could always join him when they have practices and lives. Honestly, the thought of you being in the crowd and cheering him on makes this young vampire smile.

Speaking of his unit, the others absolutely adore you and they protect their own, and given that they now see you as one of their own, they will protect you just as you protect Ritsu. It is what a Knight does, after all.

Ritsu is big on giving you those words of affirmation. He may not be too much of a talker, and he really isn't that down on himself, but he would never want you to be down on yourself. He wants you to know that he is committed to this relationship no matter what it takes.

Overall, two vampires are able to join each other under the light of the moon. It is something that he will always love. With your similar interests and hobbies, it just makes the time that you spend with one another so much better and so much sweeter.

[wkemeup]

If your still offering therapy advice, i could use it. How do you set boundries with someone with a victim mindset?

My grandma has a apartment key. And sometimes, shell clean the place. Now, i dont wanna sound ungreatful cause its a nice thing to do. But sometimes ill just get home from my parents or hanging with my friends and its spotless. No text or call asking if i wanted it clean, no saying "hey im in the area is it ok if i clean up a bit?" No nothing, its just done.

Now, before when she did it. She would vacum, do the dishes, maybe do my laundry (laundrys weird, she folds my underwear DONT DO THAT) but this time, she cleaned Everything.

I got back from my parents after recovering from surgery, its Spotless. I check my drawers, undies and bras are folded. Then i check my bedside drawer cause i have something embarassing in there and i hid it under pjs. I think theres no way shell look under the pjs and snoop. No :)

She organized the thing and folded the charger next to it. I repeat. She saw my fuckin vibrator and didnt even think Hmm maybe i should leave this alone and respect her privacy. Nah man she just kinda didnt do that. I call her, tryint to be discreet and say "hey, i really appreachiate u cleaning the place, but do u mind not going through my stuff, like my clothes n stuff." She starts crying saying she just wanted to pick some stuff off the floor so i wouldnt trip while im recovering. Cool, so whyd u do all that other stuff???? Idk i feel like im beint ungratful but bestie im 20 thats an invasion of privacy dont do that

Theres a bunch of other stuff she does that i dont wanna get into, but its kinda the same. Shell do something nice but its kinda weird then shell act like the victim when i say anythint about it. How do i make her stop? Its weird, im an adult i dont need her babying me and i espeially dont need her going through my personal stuff

I absolutely agree that there’s some lines being crossed here. It’s great that you were able to communicate that you were uncomfortable to her. The biggest thing to keep in mind is that you are not responsible for her reactions. You can only control your own. It sounds like you know what you wanna tell her, it’s just a matter of sticking to that request even when she starts becoming upset and turning it around and guilting you. Be respectful and kind, but also be firm and confident when you set that boundary. Depending on what you’re comfortable with, you can find compromises with her and say you’d still appreciate her cleaning the kitchen or vacuuming as long as she texts first but request she leave your laundry and drawers alone (for example). You would also be valid in asking her to not clean while you’re not home at all.

You shouldn’t ever feel like you need to hide things in your own space. And to feel that level of discomfort and uncertainty about whether you’ll walk through the door and discover someone had been in your home, even if it’s your grandmother.

You are not being unreasonable. This is an appropriate boundary to set. So again just be kind but firm when you speak with her, stick to your guns, and remember that whether or not she gets upset is her responsibility to manage, not yours.

Hope that helps ❤️

[meowzfordayz]

take it out on me

Author’s Note: soft, soft, soft, and sOFT. 🥺

take it out on me

Kocho Shinobu x Reader, Shinazugawa Sanemi x Reader, Tomioka Giyuu x Reader

Word Count: ~1,500

CW: none

Song Inspo: Take It Out On Me by Justin Bieber

Emergency Request Fulfilled: hi T i dont really wanna pile in all the things you have to write but youre like the only person ik who does emergency requests for kny, so you can keep it short and take your time as much as you'd like

you can pick anyone in my favs or hashiras idrc who you wanna write for,, hopefully its just simple, just wanted some comfort for a s/o who's so bubbly and smiles a lot then one day it just stops. like they're just sluggish, blank face and probably just lays down on the floor, thinking. s/o says they feel "empty", "heavy" and doesn't really know why it happens so suddenly but assures them that they'll be fine in a few days. could how they'd deal and do for s/o the first it happens, and after being in a relationship for a while

it happens so randomly and i look for comfort but idc where to start so, 🙇‍♂️ you can put this aside btw since it just goes away in a few days

~faqs, image~

When you’re not your usual self…

Dotes on you

Mostly because she feels guilty for not noticing sooner

For assuming—taking for granted—that you were fine

She’s trained in medicine, yanno? Just as she can tell when you’re even slightly injured physically, she berates herself for not being able to tell that you were slowly slipping mentally

“There are more efficient ways to clean the floor, dearest,” Shinobu hums amusedly as she eyes your fidgeting figure lying haphazardly in the middle of the bedroom — decidedly not on the futon.

You shrug, barely glancing at her, continuing to tap mindlessly at your bent knees. Which, almost offends her (considering how prettily and purposefully she’s posed herself in the doorway), but your lack of acknowledgement is so uncharacteristic that she finds herself frowning instead.

“[y/n]?” she steps toward you, voice subconsciously softening, “Is there a particular reason you’re on the floor?”

“Tired,” you mutter indifferently.

“Would you like me to cozy the futon for you?” she smiles fondly, already poised to fetch the various throw pillows and blankets scattered throughout the estate.

“Not sleepy,” you mumble, “Tired.”

Faint understanding flickers across Shinobu’s forehead, deeper concern following soon after. Sleepy is something she’s familiar with: the weight of midnight and pillowtalk; arduous missions and grueling night shifts; too early mornings and hurried breakfasts. She adores—cherishes—sleepy, because she gets to witness you in a more mellow, whimsical state. Of course, she certainly appreciates your usual upbeat, energetic persona, but sleepy allows her to take care of you. Allows her to drape her haori over your shoulders, tugging you to bed. Allows her to brew you an especially strong mug of tea, pecking your forehead to wish you a bright, productive day. Allows her to indulge in complimenting you, murmuring sweet nothings, all with the intent to see you smile drowsily, flustered, pampered. But tired? Shinobu’s inexperienced with tired. Isn’t used to the lethargy in your movements; is off put by the distant curve of your lips; doesn’t know what to do to help.

“Did I-”

“Not your fault,” you interrupt gently, “Just, happens.”

“Well,” she straightens her posture, affectionate firmness indented between her brows, “What can I do?”

“Just… wait?” you ask hesitantly, “I don’t know how long I’m going to feel like this.”

Shinobu waits. Sits beside you. Eventually manages to settle your head in her lap. Cards slender fingers through your hair. Traces the slope of your nose, smooths the tension in your cheekbones. Giggles when your stomach inevitably rumbles. Her attempt to stand up halting when you grab her wrist. Quietly. Trustingly. A silent gesture of Not yet. Of Stay. The feather light kiss you brush against her palm. Please. She stays.

Gives you three options

One: go on a walk — together

Two: take a nap — together

Three: break stuff — together

Sanemi never pushes or pulls too far, and is attentive and caring in his own special manner. In fact, he often anticipates your sluggish, greyer days, tipped off by your just barely crooked smiles from the previous day. He doesn’t warn you, per se, because he knows how bubbly and optimistic you are: knows how relentlessly you pursue your ideal norm of playful, grinning, laughing — knows how draining and stubborn such an endeavor can be. Make no mistake: he admires and is grateful for the glimmer in your gaze; how openly and tenderly you smile; the undeniable softness reserved for just him as you press your fingertips fleetingly, intimately, against the small of his back. Which is why he’s so adamant about allowing, encouraging, you to feel whatever naturally arises. Happiness isn’t a priceless, easy thing — it is demanding and rewarding, exhausting and addicting.

Walking is great for gently unraveling you — weather permitting. Doesn’t matter if it’s morning, noon, or night: Sanemi is ~always willing to offer you his haori, smiling faintly when you accept it (you ~always do), wordlessly grasping your hand, leading you through the back door, already knowing exactly where he intends to take you (usually a secluded park, quiet river, or scenic hike). He’s mindful of distance, prepared to head home at any sign of discontentment, and absolutely carries you if he gets too ambitious (a common occurrence when he decides to venture on a trail). You’re typically still weary afterwards, but he can tell that the fog clinging behind your eyes isn’t quite as sour.

Napping is Sanemi’s go to when you’re too empty to even choose an option. He knows physical proximity can feel reassuring, and admittedly enjoys getting to curl up—sometimes in the middle of the day, responsibilities be damned—with you. He waits for you to fall asleep first, his bicep sacrificed for the greater good aka trapped under your head as his other hand cups your hip familiarly. Securely. Matching the timing of his breaths with yours; gradually, pleasantly, safely melting into the land of dreams. He generally wakes up before you, eyes readjusting, registering, the lingering amount of daylight. Naps can be as short as twenty minutes, or as long as four hours, but he does rouse you once he’s conscious, trying to prevent counterproductive grogginess — knowing you’ll feel at least slightly better.

Breaking stuff is Sanemi’s favorite option, but he’s also cautious about conducting it in a healthy, cathartic way — not just destruction for the sake of destruction. It isn’t about him and his impulsivity, temper, flair; it’s about helping, freeing, coaxing you from your numbness. You start timidly, throwing a chipped plate half heartedly at the wall. And then Sanemi chucks a splintered teacup full throttle. You snap. Eyes narrowing, mouth almost cheerful as you sling a fragment of a bowl, finally breaking into a sheepish smile as it bursts loudly.

“Is that the best you can do?” Sanemi smirks affectionately.

You huff, competitive glint in your stare.

“Hardly, Sanemi. Don’t get too cocky yet. I’m just warming up.”

Talks to you

Not out of fear or panic

Just feels like rambling might be the best course of action

Because he’s well aware that usually you’re the lively, invigorating, magnetic force inspiring him to do—to be—better

So why not try and return your kindness?

“I’m sorry you’re feeling bland,” Giyuu murmurs.

“What’re you doing?” you raise an eyebrow at the sound of something rustling, your eyelids too heavy to lift.

“Lying next to you.”

You jolt as his shoulder touches yours, chest tightening with an involuntary urge to get away even as your heart flutters at the reassuring safe emanating from his startling close warmth.

“I thought you were busy?”

“I’m never too busy for you,” he smiles gently, “We’re partners. It’d be rude of me to ignore your current dreariness. I know I make an aloof impression, but you’re always so patient and,” he swallows, shyness softening his tone, “And loving. Always so loving. I feel it’d be selfish of me to hoard your affection without at least attempting to return it. I know, I know. We’re partners you’re probably thinking, Patience and love is what it means to be together. And you’re correct, obviously. But that sort of ease, intimacy, doesn’t come as simply to me. Not- Not that it’s simple for you either! But, ah- You know how I am. Sometimes I wonder if my minimal expressions of adoration and desire are worthy of your confident, effervescent claiming of my heart. Don’t worry- I’m, I’m not insecure. I trust you. If you’re with me because I’m suitable, then I believe that I’m suitable. I guess I just wonder because,” he exhales quietly, “You amaze me. I look up to you, not in a self deprecating manner, but certainly in a I hope to love and be loved by you way.”

You turn, pressing your nose into his blushing form, sneaking a peek at the reddened tips of his ears — the protective tension in his jaw.

“I suppose I don’t have to hope. I do love you. And I am loved by you. This I know as fact. But I still have to try. Try to earn and keep your attention. Your care and concern. Because that’s what partners do. They strengthen and harden each other, just as they strip and bathe each other. Are as vulnerable and sincere with each other as they are tough and forgiving. You’ve taught me this. All of this. You’re incredible.”

“You flatter me,” you whisper.

“Not flattery,” Giyuu slips a cool finger under your chin, skimming delicate kisses across your eyelashes, “Honesty.”

You grip his haori, body flush against his; soaking in the feeling of the unyielding floor beneath you; the weight of his utterances heavy—perfect—as he shifts his legs.

“And, on the topic of honesty, this floor is far from comfortable.”

Whining lowly, you nuzzle further into his sweet scent, “Just a second.”

Giyuu suspects you’ll take longer than a second. But he doesn’t really mind. Not when he can feel your tattered aura slowly, surely glowing.

[duckugou]

the roommate cliche (nsfw)

Sero x fem!reader

cw: cliche as hell, smut, unprotected sex, oral (fem receiving), fingering, lil face down ass up, creampie, theyre aged up dawg

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"NO SHIT." You yelled from across the apartment.

"OH HELL YEAH- YOU REMEMBER THIS?!" Sero shouted back, the two of you running into the living room to hear the song better.

Being roommates with Sero was definitely interesting. He was someone that was on an app for finding roommates- the same app you were on. You'd just started planning to move to the new city and he was bidding his old roommate goodbye as he graduated and moved out of the dorms. Of course, you two facetimed and met up prior to moving in with each other- but all in all it was a match made in roommate heaven.

It was nice having his friends over now and then too, they were a lot of fun. Mina became your close friend instantly and Denki became your favorite guy to play video games with. Having everyone over made the apartment feel even more homey- like you were meant to find these people and have them in your life. Though, it was nice when it was just you and Sero either spending time quietly in separate rooms or watching a movie together because there was nothing else to do.

The two of you bonded over various things such as watching anime, enjoying movie summaries on youtube, and the same taste in music. Which brings us to the present.

"DONTCHA WISH YO GIRLFRIEND WAS HOT LIKE ME?!" You both sang out, dancing around the living room to the throwback song playing through the TV speakers.

Sero busted out his best dance moves, meaning he was making a fool of himself, making you laugh as you did the same.

"DONTCHA WISH YO GIRLFRIEND WAS A FREAK LIKE ME?!" You jumped up onto the couch, holding an invisible mic as Sero mimicked you on the floor, singing to each other.

"DONTCHA WISH YO GIRLFRIEND WAS RAW LIKE ME?!" You shouted to each other, forgetting the neighbors even existed.

"DONTCHA WISH YO GIRLFRIEND WAS FUN LIKE ME!? DONTCHAAAA."

You jumped off the couch onto Sero's back as he grabbed your legs and wrapped them around his waist, the both of you laughing. You were immensely thankful for all of the working out he had done, making his arms and body strong enough to support you properly.

"Onward, trusty steed!" You say, pointing in front of you both, making him laugh harder before gaining enough composure to walk.

He carried you in circles around the apartment until he got tired, ending up back in the living room where he set you down on the couch, sitting next to you. As he was catching his breath from running around and laughing so hard, you flung your legs over his lap.

"I dont wanna finish cleaning my room." You pouted.

"Too bad- if I have to finish cleaning the kitchen, you're doing your room." Sero said, letting his hands rest on your legs.

"What if we just...dont ever clean again and we hire someone to do it?" You asked.

"Oh yeah sure- let me just get out all of my money-" He said, fumbling around to reach into his back pocket to get his wallet. Opening his wallet, he pulled out $7 and a coupon for shitty sushi. "Think this'll cover it?"

"Absolutely. Oh! Lets get sushi tonight!" You said, grabbing the coupon from his hand.

"What the worst sushi in the world?" He asked.

"Its cheap! Fuck off! Stupid coupon is expired anyways-" You were interrupted but Sero ripping it from your hands.

"NO WAY WHAT!? C'monnnn they just gave this to me-" He whined.

"Thought it was shitty?"

"Its. Cheap." He balled up the coupon and tossed it into the kitchen.

"This is why you're cleaning the kitchen fucker." You flicked him in the forehead.

"Oh- OKAY OKAY-" He pushed you back onto the couch, hovering above you, poking and tickling you until you were a cackling mess.

"I GIVE I GIVE!" You shouted, shoving him off of you and standing up.

"Thats what I thought." He folded his arms, sitting back on the couch in victory.

"You're a bitch." You said, running back into your room, hoping to get there and lock the door faster than he could run. Unfortunately, Sero has long fucking legs. He hopped off of the couch and sprinted after you, grabbing you by the waist and tossing you onto the bed.

You both felt the butterflies and it honestly was nothing new. But it was something both of you pushed away for a long time.

"IM SORRY IM SORRY I SURRENDER!" You yelled, laying on the bed with your arms up in surrender.

"Much too late, princessa. You've committed acts of violence far too long. You must pay." He declared, straddling you and beginning his tickling assault on you. Writhing around on the bed, you felt the tears of laughter pricking your eyes.

"STOP IM GONNA KICK YOUR ASS." You yelled through the laughter.

"DOUBTFUL!" Sero replied.

With a sudden jerk of your hips, you almost sent the two of you off the edge of the bed, making his hand fly up and grab onto anything to keep himself steady.

..........

"Uh S-sero?" You muttered, face red.

"Yeah- Oh. Shit sorry." He answered, taking his hand off of your boob. Because he was too distracted by the way you moved your hips under him and rubbed his dick with your thigh that he didnt realize where his hand landed.

"Youre fine." You said, blushing harder than ever, silently wishing he would leave it there.

He stayed hovering over you, watching you catch your breath. He admired the way your breath hit his neck, the way your chest would rise and fall, the way your eyes never left his.

"Is this totally cliche?" He asked in a whisper.

"What?" You asked in the same whisper.

He replied by leaning down and pressing his lips softly to yours, moving his body down to rest on his elbows, deepening the kiss once you kissed back. Your arms went around his neck, pulling him even closer, becoming needy.

You both wanted this for so long and couldnt admit it. You didn't want to make it weird. But this? This was worth the wait.

Pulling away slightly, Sero looked into your eyes.

"Is that- uh. Ok?" He asked awkwardly, making you laugh lightly. Instead of replying, you pulled him back down to kiss him more, wanting his hands to touch you anywhere.

He must've read your mind because his hands began travelling around your body, landing on your waist and pulling you in, making your back arch. Your abdomen pressed against his, making you moan lightly into Sero's mouth, making him need more.

The kiss deepened, your hands in his hair, his hands moving up your top. He reached your breasts and cupped them over your bra, making you whine. He needed more of those sounds.

Pulling away, he sat up slightly, bringing you with him so you were both sitting up, pulling your shirt off over your head. You did the same to him, the moment becoming more intimate.

"This is so cliche." You giggled, kissing him again.

He allowed you to straddle him, pushing him down onto the bed and reaching behind your back, undoing your bra.

As you were sitting up, he stared up at you, taking in your beauty. This is what he'd been missing while he was being timid? He would never forgive himself- deciding to make up for lost time. His hands reached up to cup your tits, fingers rolling your nipples, making you grind your hips on him.

The air became heavy with need. He flipped you over, pulling your sweatpants and panties down in one motion, pushing your knees up so he could get a proper view.

"Shit, princessa. Look at that pretty pussy." He licked his fingers, then pressed them against your slit.

"Sero-" You moaned out, bucking your hips.

"Sh sh sh. Let me take care of you." Sero said, holding your hips down and licking your entrance.

"S-sero holy shit." You whimpered out, lacing your fingers through his hair.

Coming up for air, he muttered, "Been wanting this for so fucking long, Y/n. You have no clue."

"Me too- fuck Sero. Need it so bad." You replied, grinding yourself onto his face and finger, needing more friction.

He pumped another finger in and out of you, playing with your clit with his tongue.

"Yes! Right there- holy fuckkk." You groaned out, Sero feeling your walls tighten around his fingers.

"Cum for me princessa. All over my fingers. Let me taste it." Sero urged you on, sending you over the edge much quicker than you could do yourself.

For months, you had both unknowingly been masturbating to the very same thoughts of each other on opposite sides of a wall. It was like a dream for both of you right now.

The wave of relief and pleasure washed over you as you came on Sero's fingers and he licked it all up, overstimulating you a little bit, but allowing you to ride out your first orgasm of the night.

"S-sero please. Need you so bad." You whined, grabbing his hands and trying to pull him towards you.

"Ah ah ah. Patience baby." He stood up, taking his hands from yours and tugging his own pants down, letting you see his length.

"Holy shit, Sero. Is that gonna even fit?" You asked, eyes wide.

"Yes it will, baby. I'll make it fit." He chuckled, leaning over you to kiss you, allowing you to taste yourself on his lips.

Sero stood in front of the bed, admiring your body as he spit on his hand and rubbed his already hard cock. The sight of you naked was everything he dreamt of.

"I need to be in your sweet pussy." He whispered, leaning over and kissing your neck.

Pushing your knees up even more, Sero lined himself up with your slit. Pushing in slowly, he kissed you, swallowing every moan and yelp.

"T-too biiiigggg-" You moaned out, brain becoming mush.

"Im not even half way in, baby. Breathe for me. Gonna make you feel so-" He thrusted the rest of his cock in, bottoming out, making you let out a silent scream. "-fucking good."

He let you adjust to the fullness, kissing you all over.

"Move Se-"

"Hanta. My name- Hanta baby."

"Hanta. Fuck me." You said, looking in his eyes.

Hearing you moan out his first name flicked a switch in his head. He started thrusting in and out of you, both of you a mess of moans and grabby hands.

"Shit! Feels so good-" You said in between breaths.

"God youre so fucking tight- thought about this- every- fucking night-" Sero admitted, feeling your walls tighten more. "Oh you like that? The thought of me fucking my hand to the thought of you?"

"Yes yes yes! I thought- about it too- shit! So deep- ah!" You admitted as well, climax creeping up on you again.

"Oh god, fuck." He put his head in the crook of your shoulder and neck, hungrily biting and kissing anywhere his mouth could reach as he fucked you deeper than you've ever been fucked.

"HANTA- Im gonna cum oh god oh god-"

"Fucking cum on me princessa- make a fucking mess. Give it to me." He urged you on.

Letting out a whisper of a scream, your eyes rolled back and you came on Sero's cock, twitching and writhing as he fucked you through your orgasm.

Pulling out, he flipped you over, letting your head get buried in the pillows and pulling your hips so your ass was in the air. You were still a moaning mess as he admired the new view of your ass and pussy, not needing any more lubrication and he put his cock back in your pussy.

Screams muffled by the pillows, you felt overstimulated in the best way.

Sero pulled you up by your shoulders, letting his hand rest on your clavicle to hold you up. Sitting back on his knees, he felt you sink down onto his cock, sitting on his lap as he fucked his cock up into you. If you weren't being held up, you would be flopped over, body feeling weak and shaky as another orgasm approached.

"Thats it princessa, give me one more. Give me all your cum baby- let it all go. Youre doing so fucking great- shit- good fucking girl." He praised you, letting you fall into your third orgasm, your head falling back onto his shoulder as he thrusted into you.

"Gonna- fuckin cum. Shit baby." He muttered.

"Pl-lease. Cum Hanta- in me- fuck-" You managed to moan out, head fuzzy and full of need.

Thrusts getting weaker and messier, Sero let go, painting your walls with his cum. Moans and groans echoed and bounced off the walls, Sero laying you down on the bed after he pulled out. Walking out, Sero got a wet washcloth and brought it into the room ,cleaning off your half asleep body. He began walking out after he cleaned yo both off, but saw your grabby hands.

"Stay." You whispered, looking at his and wanting to feel his warmth. And who was he to say no to that face?

Laying next to you, he covered the two of you up with a blanket, letting you lay your head on his chest, his hand rubbing lightly up and down your arm.

"What does this mean for us?" You asked quietly, eyes closed, falling asleep.

"Whatever you want it to mean, princessa. You know how I feel now." He chuckled.

"Wan' be yours." You muttered, drifting off to sleep.

"Then youre mine and Im yours, baby." He kissed the top of your head, wondering how he got so fucking lucky.

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[hotwings0203]

I feel like Dabi would be the type of dude who would bully you incessantly at the LOV and for the life of you you can’t figure out why. He’s always around you and making snarky comments or pulling your hair, trying to catch you messing up on missions. You’re sure he hates you, and you do well to stay out of his way, or sometimes when you feel bold you’ll offer a quip of your own. The bullying increases whenever you talk to other guys at the bar, especially when you make Tomura crack a smile, Dabi’s breathing down your neck the second your leader leaves, calling you terrible names and pushing past your boundaries.

Cw: language, nsfw, noncon, manga spoilers, some angst?

In a perfect world, Touya would not have been abandoned and rejected by his family. In a perfect world, Dabi would not exist, and Touya would be eating dinner with his family right now as he shows his little brother how to properly wield fire to its fullest extent.

But there was no such thing as a perfect world, and therefore Dabi did exist. And Dabi doesn’t care for anyone, or anything.

Or so he tells himself.

“Slut”

“Nothing but eye candy, and shitty eye candy at that”

It’s nothing you haven’t heard before, but it doesn’t make it any easier to ignore him

“What was that all about, huh? The fuck are you and crusty snickering about?”

Fed up with his continuous antics, you decide to mouth off a little too.

“Oh nothing, just talking about how adorable you and Hawks would make as a couple. And wipe that sneer off your face, it looks like some of your staples fell out of your mouth.”

It’s nothing too snarky, but in a second he’s shoving you in some dark room, forearm pinned against your throat as his hand is lit up with blue flames merely inches away from you, snarling in your face.

“You wanna be funny, bitch? I got jokes of my own too, why dont I show you what happens to dumb little girls who don’t know their fucking place? I think that would be real funny.”

But his hand is stopped from drawing near your wide eyes when you both hear Twice and Toga calling everyone for their next meeting.

He pushes you away from him, giving you a murderous look over his shoulder as he leaves the room, not paying mind to the way you slide down the wall in the dark.

You take extra precaution to try avoiding him for the next few days, not even making eye contact with him when you two get teamed up for tasks. He never mentions the room incident, if anything he acts as if it never happens. It’s like whiplash for you, he tries to weirdly talk to you more but all you offer him is mumbles and hums of agreement.

The conversation is never long, but it starts to be less talk of degrading you and more of begrudging questioning of what you’ve been up to. You never engage, opting to pretend like you never heard him, and strangely enough he leaves it be.

You give him a side eye one day as he joins you at the bar (much to your discontent), downing your glass just to fill another.

He says nothing as he slides into the stool right next to you, and pours a glass of whiskey for himself as well.

It’s awkwardly silent, you’re not sure if you should leave or not, but you’d be damned if you try to initiate small talk with this psycho.

But then, he speaks.

“Is Shigaraki sending you on the mission to get that UA kid?”

His gravely voice rumbles and cracks from his usual lack of use, and he clears his throat after he talks.

“No.”

“Oh.”

This is excruciating, you think to yourself as he mulls over the drink in his hand for a silent minute or two.

Toga calls you over thankfully at the exact same moment, and you breathe out an inaudible sigh of relief as you slip off the stool to join her.

“Wait-“ Dabi grabs your arm and you flinch out of instinct, expecting a slap or a burn to come from him.

He sees your reaction and shakes his head dismissively, letting you go and muttering a “Nevermind”. You don’t ponder over it as you trip over your own feet to join the eccentric blond.

A week passes, and then two. With each day you maneuver your way around him, request to be partnered up with different people in private, and busy yourself in random tasks. Every time you pass him by the bar he lifts his head from whatever he’s doing and tries to maintain eye contact with you, even going so far as to open his mouth to say or ask god-knows-what.

You try to ignore the foreign hopeful glint in his glacial eyes as you walk right past him, ducking your head as you do so.

It drives Dabi crazy.

He can’t handle any more rejection, he thought his family would be the last straw for him to ever want recognition or love validation from again. He wants to talk to you, to hear your voice as it snaps back with witty comebacks of your own that he secretly enjoys so much, even if it means he has to force it out of you with hateful words. He wants to feel your hair underneath his scarred hands, even if he has to mask the soft wanting of you in forms of yanking the strands. He wants nothing more than to see your eyes fill up with no other sight than him and think only of him, even if it means he has to corner you and scare you into submission.

But your silence is something he’s not used to.

Well, to be fair, you weren’t silent completely, but the only sentences he was hearing from you nowadays was when you were speaking to Shigaraki or the other League members.

You were the only idiot who didn’t notice the smoke curling from his nostrils and ears comically when he’d finally see you stop your stoic act just to open up to other men apart from him. Spinner, Twice, and Compress backed off almost immediately from talking to you for too long when they’d see the look on his face as he watched you surrounded by them, but Tomura would merely smirk from behind your shoulders and keep a level gaze with his subordinate, knowing fully well why he was so pissed off.

You began to notice the weird energy at the base soon after the rest of the men would keep curt conversations with you in comparison to your long talks about video games, sex, and life after you would all win the war.

So you thought it would be best to ask the most semi-normal person there that wasn’t fueled with testosterone and aggression.

“I just don’t get it, why are they all being weird? I mean, we all used to talk so much and now they just...try avoiding me. Except for Tomura of course, he’s still normal I guess. But he always has this smirk on his face when I’m with him and I can’t figure out why.”

Toga stops cleaning her blood-laced needle to give you a sly look, all fangs and glinting white.

“And Dabi?”

“What about him?”

She sits back on her haunches and cocks her head at you. “You really don’t know what’s happening here, do ya?”

“No,” you roll your eyes in exasperation. “But I’ll gladly take any theories here, since apparently I’m the only one who doesn’t get it.”

“He likes you.”

You gape at her for a moment and then burst out laughing.

“What? That’s crazy, he doesn’t like me, he hates me!” He can barely stand being in a room with me, all he does is talk shit and harass me.”

The blond curiously licks at a bead of red from the top of the weapon and you cringe when her own tongue rips from the sharp point.

“You say he can’t stand being in a room with you, so then why is it that he’s always there? He might talk shit, but he talks to you out of everyone else right? Regardless of if it’s something mean.”

You’re thoroughly flabbergasted. She had a point, but it was too much to wrap your head around. She cheerfully hums and gets up to flounce around the room, cleaning her already-tidy room up to a T.

“And that little silent treatment act you’re giving him isn’t helping either. I swear, Jin told me Dabi almost burned his mouth off that one day you, him and Spinner were talking about GTA. He totally cornered the poor guy and threatened his life if he didn’t stop talking to you.”

“You’re joking.”

“Am not. He wanted to do the same to Tomura but I figure he wants to keep his job, so he won’t. Doesnt make it any better for him when you’re all chummy with the one person Dabi can’t stand the most, though.”

No wonder your leader was so smug whenever you two were in the same room, your attention solely focused on him.

You run your hands down your face, moaning about the whole situation being fucked. It’s just your luck that you couldn’t take a clue, but to be fair, how could you? Being called worthless and a waste of space wasn’t exactly what you had in mind for flirty banter.

“Soooo what’re you gonna do now? I heard he’s gonna try talking to you for realsies like, tomorrow or something.”

“Tomorrow?” You yelp, jumping up to your feet. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner? I can’t face him!”

“Oops,” she giggles, twirling with outstretched arms around her room and falling down onto her bed.

“Oh god, I can’t do this. I don’t even know if I like him! He’s such an ass, and even when he tries to come off as normal he’s just so..unsettling. I don’t think I’ve ever had a good conversation with him.”

Toga props her elbow up to rest her chin on her hand, frowning in thought.

“Why not just tell him how you feel?”

You snort and fold your arms. “Yeah, because the psycho arsonist is really gonna take the word no well.”

“Hmm.. I see what you mean. Oh well, whatever you choose, I’ll support you!”

And with that she skips out of the room sing songing for Twice to make a clone for her.

You were fucked.

And sure enough, the next day he approaches you, hands stuffed in his pockets and an almost bored look on his face.

“Yo newbie, I gotta talk to you for a second. Come with me”.

You look blearily up at him through eye bags and mussed hair, a direct telling of your sleepless night. Your stomach drops when you hear his words, but you nod your head and take a deep breath, mentally preparing yourself of the speech you practiced till the sun rose.

No one else is bothering you both today, Shigaraki having gone to visit All For One and the rest of the League left to their own devices. It was something you weren’t so comfortable with, but you doubted a hero would come to save you.

He leads you through the short winding hallways, each step of his growing louder and heavier as the space started growing smaller. Finally, he reaches a dimly lit room and stops outside the door, gesturing for you to go in with a casual wave of his patched wrist.

“After you.”

You raise an unsure eyebrow at his uncharacteristic show of consideration, and do as he says. You’re sweating bullets, fists balled so that your nails are digging into your palms, and vision going in and out of focus as your eyes begin to adjust to your surroundings.

A loud bang pulls you out of your stupor, and you whip around at the sound.

Dabi is already staring back at you with lidded eyes, leaning his weight against the door, his arms crossing over each other.

You shift on both feet, picking at your nails nervously.

“So, what did you wanna talk about?”

He says nothing, but just observes you, his head slightly tilted as if you were some abstract art piece.

“Dabi.”

“You got a lot of nerve, y’know that?”

He pushes himself off the wall and advances slowly towards you, hands stuffed in his trench coat pockets.

You immediately back up with raised palms, sputtering indignantly at his offensive movements coming closer and closer. However you thought his ‘confession’ would go, this was most definitely not starting out like how you planned

“Excuse me? What’re you talking about-“

“I know what you’re doing. You think whoring yourself out to ol’ crusty and the rest of the guys here is gonna make everyone forget just how useless you actually are. What the fuck do you even do here? You fuck up half the missions which I have to come bail your ass out of, you constantly put us in jeopardy by being all friendly with everyone, and you can’t even keep your mouth shut when I need to let off a little steam, as I rightfully should.”

In a perfect world, Dabi would be the light of your eyes, the hero of your world. In a perfect world, Dabi would be able to hold your hand in his smooth one and tell you that he wants you so much that it impairs his rational judgement and makes him say things he doesn’t mean. He’d tell you that your presence is like a weight lifted off his chest, your presence means he doesn’t have to think or worry about the outside world, he just wants you all to himself without anyone interfering.

But this is not a perfect world, and Dabi is not a hero, but rather one of the worst villains.

So he does exactly what one does as a villain.

Instead of a loving look that he knows he’s incapable of, Dabi looks down into your horrified gaze as he traps you against the wall between his scarred arms, spewing misplaced venom at you.

“I don’t know what your problem is, but you need to chill out. First you go ballistic on me ‘cause I talked to Tomura for no reason, then you act all weird and quiet as if you’re some decent person, and now you think you can just bring me in here and tell me how worthless I am? Go fuck yourself, seriously.”

You scoff and make your way to push him but stop when he does what he did a couple weeks ago. You hold bated breath as he casually brings an inflamed hand to scratch at his face as if he can’t feel the hellfire emitting from it, and let out a whine of distress as he lowers his head mere inches from yours, lips almost touching.

“Stop talking to the rest of the guys,” he breaths. “Stop smiling, laughing, or going near anyone who isn’t me.”

You wonder if he knows how insane he sounds. He does, but that’s nothing he doesn’t know already. If anything, it solidifies in his mind that if he is to be as bad as the world has made him out to be, then he is acting exactly fit for the role.

“Why?”

“I don’t need to give sluts like you a reason. It should come as easy, right? What’s putting out for one more person?”

Your eyes are brimming with tears now, your stoic facade showing cracks as you sniffle a little bit.

He eats it up and groans watching salty rivers cascade down your cheeks. Suddenly, he feels as though he can no longer hold back anymore, he feels as though if he thinks for one more second he’ll combust.

So, acting on instinct, he surges forward and presses his lips against yours, swallowing your cries of distress and holding your hands above your head in midst of them frantically beating on his chest.

Your lips are so, so soft compared to his and it’s making him sink deeper into this instinctual daze. He puffs against your writhing lips as he thrusts his hot tongue in your mouth.

You try to bite him but when his hands heat up against your skin you resign to your fate and wail, allowing him to pull his hips flush against yours and start humping your thighs.

He draws back and bites your lips, teeth clacking against yours as he does so. You open your terrified eyes and blanch when you see the look on his face.

Lust is clearly drawn everywhere, from his blown pupils to his heaving chest, all the way to his flushed face and wild eyes. He looks as though he’s about to eat you alive and it’s appropriate that you feel like a lamb about to be slaughtered.

“Dabi, wait, please stop-“

But he cuts your pants off again in favor of slamming his hips against yours again and grinding impossibly hard on your legs, the friction of his jeans catching on your clothed cunt and forcing a mewl out of you.

“I’m not gonna stop. I’ve had enough of you teasing. You’re mine now, and if it takes burning our dear leader alive and this whole place down for you to understand that then I’ll fucking do it.”

He thought that terrorizing you would ease the empty feeling in his heart, that continuously berating you would force him to see you as what he always said you were, just another empty headed cunt. He thought that distancing himself from you and focusing on other things would make him forget about the soft feelings he longed to share with you, feelings he thought perished in the fire he was in when he was a young boy .

Even now, there is an ache in his chest as he hears you beg for him to stop, to let you go, that you’re sorry for whatever you did.

But this is not a perfect world, and not everyone gets their way in life.

You should really learn that, because Dabi already has.

And so Dabi will act accordingly to what life has put out before him .

[cole-grey-writes]

Symptoms of Loss

Universe: Marvel Cinematic Universe

Timeline: Post-Avengers: Endgame

Character(s): Wanda Maximoff, Sam Wilson, Bucky Barnes

Pairing(s): Wanda Maximoff x Male Reader (platonic(?))

Warning(s): swearing, graphic depictions of mental illness (depression), briefly implied self-harm (minor), not Post-Avengers: Endgame compliant (especially not WandaVision compliant lol)

Request: Hi, I’m a big fan. Could you do a Wanda maximoff x male reader who has depression, but who doesn’t tell anybody. I’d like it to be post endgame.

A/n: heyyyyyy….. feeling the need to apologize a lot for taking a lifetime with this request. my hyperfixations are hella sporadic. anyway, idk if this is exactly what you wanted but i hope you enjoy this little one shot anyway. sidenote, not sure if it’s accurate but google says wanda was like 20 during infinity war and endgame (prior to wandavision airing) so that’s how old im portraying here. also, i realize you didn’t specify if you wanted this to be romantic or platonic so i hope i wrote it well enough to be seen as whichever the reader prefers. anyway, i really like writing stuff for you guys (even if it takes me a lifetime to get the stories out lol). till next time :)

The buzzing snaps you out of your heavy sleep. You don’t know how much longer you keep laying around in bed, cocooned in the covers, before you finally push yourself until you’re propped up on your elbows. You blindly search for your phone, having no idea where it ended up after you fell asleep while watching random youtube videos.

You look around your room while your hands blindly search, wondering if it fell out of bed at some point. Although, there’s likely no room for it to have done so. Your room has grown excessively messy throughout the past few weeks. You’ve been meaning to clean, of course, but you just end up blowing it off at the end of each day.

The floor is overrun with clothes and shoes miscellaneously strewn everywhere they can reach. The pillows you don’t use sit haphazardly at the end of your bed and there are even a few old half empty mugs on your bedside table, mugs that you haven’t felt like getting up and setting in the sink to be washed.

You finally grab your phone under the covers, near your legs. You first notice that it’s just past noon, which is a lot earlier than you’ve normally been waking up at. Wanda’s text is the next thing you notice.

It’s not weird that you’re getting a text from Wanda, in its own right, seeing as you have a very good friendship going that dates all the way back to the aftermath of Ultron. You and Wanda were the closest in age, at the time, so it was only natural that you congregated towards each other. Things were awkward in the beginning given that Wanda had been juggling the grieving process from losing her twin brother as well as trying to find even footing as the newest member of the Avengers. But, you and Wanda eventually were able to grow close.

So, no, it’s not weird that you’re getting a text from Wanda. It’s just a little unexpected. You haven’t talked to Wanda in a while. Actually, you haven’t talked to anyone in a while.

Wanda [12:04 PM]: heyyy n/n wanna go out to lunch?

You sigh, really not wanting to go out anywhere with anyone. You’re almost tempted to leave Wanda on read, but you decide against it due to the smallest amount of guilt that manages to claw its way into your chest. Plus, Wanda would spam you for at least a few hours or until you answered if you didn’t reply within five (5) minutes.

You [12:08 PM]: idk

Wanda [12:08 PM]: come on, sam and bucky are coming

You wonder if Wanda meant that to be persuading in a positive way when actually that just makes you not want to go even more. You are so not in the mood to deal with people.

Wanda [12:09 PM]: you should come, we haven’t hung out in a while

You [12:10 PM]: wanda i really dont know

Wanda [12:10 PM]: just lunch pls you don't even have to get dressed up

Wanda continues on before you can even flat out say no.

Wanda [12:10 PM]: im picking you up in 15 minutes

Clicking your tongue, you don’t even have the energy to try and get out of going now. You drop your phone next to you before flopping back onto the bed yourself.

Wanda is knocking on your apartment door eventually, giving you barely enough time to get ready. You shuffle through your apartment to open the door for her, gesturing for her to enter without even a simple hello on your part. “I just need to get my shoes on,” you tell her, grabbing the pair that was sitting next to the door.

Wanda hums in acknowledgement. “Sam and Bucky went ahead to get a table for us.”

You nod back as you slip your shoes on sloppily, not even bothering to tie them. Standing up straight, you tell Wanda, “Ready to go.”

Wanda steps up next to you, smiling brightly while taking your hand in hers. “Let’s go then.”

The diner is close to your apartment so you and Wanda decide to just walk, leaving Wanda’s car in the parking lot so she can drive home later.

There's a soft, cool wind blowing as you walk the streets to the diner, something that actually feels refreshing and different from the usual stale air you’ve been surrounded by in your apartment.

Through the diner’s windows, you spot Sam and Bucky sitting at a table as you walk across the street. The air is just as cool inside as it is outside, you note, as you follow Wanda into the restaurant. There's also the aroma of freshly made food and coffee that stick to the air. The delicious smells would’ve normally made your stomach growl, but it seems you’re not phased by it anymore despite you having no clue as to when your last meal was.

Sam and Bucky greet you and Wanda when you take your seats across from them. Wanda greets back with a simple ‘hey’ while you smile at them awkwardly just as the waiter appears out of nowhere. The waiter drops off two more menus before she asks you and Wanda about drinks.

“Strawberry lemonade,” Wanda says before she and the waiter look at you expectantly. You mutter an order of plain water, looking at the menu, mostly out of obligation rather than any actual desire for food.

You keep track of the two pairs of eyes trained on your slumped form all while not bothering to mention it. You choose to let the two people the eyes are attached to make the first move while you continue to repeatedly flip through the menu, the menu you haven’t actually read a single word of.

Eventually, Sam is the one to break the silence. “Well, you’re quiet, Y/N,” Sam wonders as playfully as he can muster. “Why is that?”

Sam’s observation causes irritation to grow in your chest for some reason that you can’t actually pin down. For that, you’re not able to stop yourself from snapping. “I’m tired,” you say, simple and curt and holding a level of bite to them.

Sam… doesn’t react the way you expected him to as soon as the words were out of your mouth. Sam did not react at all, in fact. He doesn’t even smile in the way that means he’s brushing off your attitude. All he does is hum and then change the subject. “So, what is everyone ordering?”

It takes a few seconds for your mind to fully process the question. It seems as if no one else at the table had the same problem, however, because Bucky is answering easily. “I was thinking of getting a cheeseburger.”

Sam scoffs, side-smirk and all. “Copycat,” he mutters, Bucky rolling his eyes in response.

You interrupt quickly, before Sam and Bucky could really get into quipping with each other. “I’m not really that hungry.”

Apparently, that was the wrong thing to say because it catches the entire group’s attention. You sink lower in your seat as soon as it clicks in your mind that no one is ok with you not ordering food.

“W-well,” Wanda stutters, slightly turning in her seat so she can face you. “How about we share something?”

You want to argue with Wanda, you absolutely want to, but a wave of exhaustion hits you suddenly. You can tell it’s just surface level tiredness but you know that this feeling is a prerequisite to a more bone deep feeling of exhaustion, the one where you just want to collapse as soon as you can get to the nearest sleepable surface (which doesn’t necessarily mean something that is particularly meant for sleep). It dawns on you that your social meter is depleting, rapidly.

Sighing, you don’t argue.

Your friends’ odd behaviors throughout lunch isn’t lost on you. You notice that your friends are acting extremely weird almost from the very start.

Sam doesn’t respond to your attitude with some of his playful remarks to lighten the mood or to get you to relax and enjoy the company like he usually does. Bucky keeps his own quips to himself as well, which is as red as any flag can get given he’s not let anyone stop him from displaying the identity he’s regained since he’s escaped HYDRA’s tight grip.

The final straw is when Wanda says nothing about you barely touching the meal that she had so heavily suggested you share with her.

It’s completely stupid and foolish, but you are maybe and completely out of your mind angry about it. You don’t even care enough to stop yourself from storming out of the diner without any notice.

You have no idea where the hell you plan on going, not that you honestly care. Maybe you can finally find a place to crawl into and hide away from the world forever.

You make it around a corner before you even realize that Wanda has been trailing behind you the entire time. Sighing heavily, maybe growling through your teeth a little bit, you whip around to face her. “Why did you make me leave my house? I would’ve had a much better time sleeping.”

Wanda stops walking just shy of getting in your space, cautiously leaving some space between you but you honestly wonder if that’s the real reason or if she thinks you’re angry enough to do something in a blind rage if she’s in close enough proximity. It simultaneously makes your heart jump up your throat, almost prickling your eyes with tears, and plummets all the way to your stomach while leaving behind an ice cold trail. You force all those feelings down just like any other day.

“Well, I know you’ve been feeling really bad lately, so–”

“Oh,” you snap bitterly, “and you thought lunch was gonna fix that?”

Still, Wanda doesn’t rise to the bait of your defensive attitude and shakes her head softly. “I didn’t think lunch was gonna fix it. I want to fix it,” she explains gently, her hands beginning to fidget with each other. “I want to help.”

It’s not hard to connect the dots about where this is headed. A few weeks back, Wanda had a one-sided conversation with you about it over text. You had never responded to her messages and Wanda hadn’t brought it up when she came to visit you in person a few days afterward. Now that you think about it, you’re pretty sure that day had been the last time you had seen or talked to each other, even over the phone.

“I'm not going to therapy,” you state bluntly, turning back around so you don’t have to look Wanda in the face. You continue your original trek down the street, albeit at a much slower pace.

“Why refuse so quickly?” Wanda wonders, unsurprisingly still following you. She quickens her pace in order to be next to you instead of behind as she talks.

You stubbornly look ahead, refusing to meet her eyes even as you answer out of pure frustration from this conversation. “Because it won’t help.”

“You don't really believe that,” Wanda sighs.

“And how the hell do you know what I believe?”

Wanda’s hand suddenly snatches you by the arm, effectively leaving you with no choice but to stop walking and look at her. “Y/n,” she talks gently, in a way that’s meant to coax you into spilling your genuine thoughts and feelings. And, damn it, it works.

It’s the fact that you know Wanda will never let it go now, and also maybe, deep under all the repression, that you’ve wanted someone to care enough to make you talk about it, that gets you to cave.

You purse your lips tightly, almost painfully, as if you want it to hurt, before the words begin tumbling out of your mouth. “I lost so much in the Blip.” Scoffing, at your traitorous, shaky voice and at this bullshit world, you quickly continue before you lose your nerve. “It was reversed and some people came back… but some didn't. And it’s so much worse now ‘cause they’re really gone this time. There’s no way for them to come back.”

Memories flash through your mind involuntarily as you talk. Bright red hair, always in a new style every other time you saw it. A glowing chest and calloused hands, stained with oil. A reassuring smile attached to a protective, superpowered body.

“I just can’t forget anyone this last… fucking battle took away.” Wanda’s head tilts in sympathy, her hand taking hold of yours in a tight squeeze as if to convey just how much she empathizes with what you’re saying. “It’s a betrayal. Moving on is forgetting.”

“Y/N,” Wanda says, voice sounding water soaked and desperate this time. Immediately, you look up towards her face and you see that Wanda’s eyes have grown wet and red around the edges. The sight alone, of one of the last remaining people that you care about who’s still alive, is enough to make the knot in your throat bubble over helplessly.

Shaking her head, Wanda’s hand migrates to your shoulder in a firm grip. You’re forced to pay attention to what she says, so you don’t forget a single word. “Losing vision after he’d done so much to help me when Pietro… died,” Wanda’s breath catches slightly, “it felt like the final nail in the coffin. And I won’t lie to you, a part of me didn’t want to grieve for him. I wanted to hold on to him and how he made me feel forever, even if it hurt. Grieving felt like I was leaving him behind. But, grieving and healing… Y/N, that doesn’t mean you’re forgetting about them. It just means you are learning to live without them here.”

Wanda’s hands move once again, coming up cupping your cheeks. You watch every twitch in her face, the way her eyes squint and the way she bites her lip, likely attempts to keep the tears from overflowing. It’s useless, though, because as soon as you are no longer able to tramp down the tears, neither is Wanda.

You both break out in sobs at the same moment, yanking each other close and crashing into a deep hug. You stay in that hug for a while, both of you stumbling wetly through amends.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry I’ve been such a hermit and–and ignoring all of your messages. For being such a fucking ass during lunch.”

Wanda lets out a wet chuckle. “Sorry for dragging you to lunch.”

You shake your head vehemently despite still being pressed close together, your head resting on her shoulder. You know Wanda feels the movement. “I’m not. It’s exactly what I needed.”

Finally, you and Wanda separate. You collect yourselves, sniffling for a few moments, wiping the tears and snot from your faces. Wanda clears her throat, reaching into the pocket of her jacket and pulling out a clump of papers. She hands the clump to you and says, “These are for you. You can look over them for as long as you want before deciding.”

“Deciding?” You repeat, confused. Looking at what the clump is meant to be, you quickly realize that it’s a bunch of mental health pamphlets and therapy brochures.

“Bucky gave them to me when we started hanging out after the Blip,” Wanda explains, playing with her finger nervously. “Now, I’m giving them to you.”

You can’t bring yourself to hold back the teensiest smile that makes its way onto your face. “You had these in your pocket the whole time?”

Wanda’s face grows a little red. “I was trying to wait for the right moment to bring them up.”

Nodding, you eye the pamphlets before shrugging, trying to seem nonchalant. “I’ll look through them.”

Wanda smiles brightly, obviously grateful. Then, she grabs your attention by shyly reaching for your hand. “How ‘bout I walk you home?”

You don’t even need to think about it, surprisingly. Going home sounds really, really nice, especially after you just cried and spilled your heart out on the sidewalk. The thought, actually, catches you off guard a little bit because you hope Wanda means she’ll stay with you when you get there. It’s been so long since you’ve wanted to be in the company of others voluntarily. You hope the feeling sticks around, too.

“That sounds great.” Wanda tugs your hand with an eager smile, leading you in the direction of your apartment, when a thought suddenly occurs to you. You tug back from Wanda. “Wait, I should apologize to Sam and Bucky.”

Wanda shakes her head a little. “I knew you'd probably want to be alone after we talked,” she explains. “I told them we could meet up again in a few days.”

Your chuckle turns into a grimace as complete embarrassment and guilt make a home in your gut. You don’t want to sit on these feelings, especially not after how horrible you behaved towards them. Resuming your walk, you make an effort to match Wanda’s pace. “I do kinda want to be alone right now, but I don’t want to make Sam and Bucky wait for an apology. I’ll invite them to dinner tomorrow.”

Wanda nods along. “Sounds like a plan.”

“Will you come?” you ask suddenly. “If you’re there, it won't feel like I’m trapped alone with them.”

Wanda squeezes your hand reassuringly. “Of course I’ll come with you.” Smiling, you hope your gratitude is easily visible.

“Hey, Wanda?” you wonder shyly. “Can you spend the night?”

“Of course, Y/N.”

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[celeste-clearwater-06]

hello. it is i. so! i was wondering if you could do a little ditty abt nail polish with the company and/or the fellowship? basically like modern girl in middle earth type stuff, and she realizes that she has nail polish on her which is something they totally don't have in middle earth. basically headcanons abt like how they would react to painted nails and which one of these mfs would let me paint their nails. cuz like - they dont know its just a "fem" thing here so no toxic masculinity. ty <3

OMFG I'M SO HYPED FOR THIS! I just picked a few random Tolkien characters that seem to have a lot of attention, so I hope you like this!!

Nail Polish (LOTR/THE HOBBIT X READER)

Frodo~

I feel like Frodo would be very skeptical at first

Because, come on, a girl falling into Middle Earth out of nowhere??

However, his interest is certainly peaked, seeing you twist the brush away from it's blue colored bottle as you smile down at it

"What's that, you've got there?"

"Oh, just some nail polish!"

He watches with curiosity as you perfectly decorate your nails with the periwinkle color

"How interesting..."

He may not want to have his nails painted at first, but has this deep fascination with how perfectly you can paint them without screwing up

Soon, he forgets all about the ring as you paint your nails, sitting cross-legged and starting with those huge blue eyes with interest

If he allows you to paint his nails, he would smile the whole time

I mean HIS TINY HANDS?!?!

What a bean 🥺

Tries his best not to chip the color when he leaves for Mordor with Sam

Gollum is actually really interested with his nails

"whAT IS IT prECI0us?!?1!1?"

But Frodo will swat his hands away, because "it's a gift from someone important."

The one thing that keeps him smiling along the way 😊

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Legolas

Elf prince is so interested!!

He thinks the spring green color looks so pretty in the bottle

He's obviously not used to most thing from your world

Asks politely;

"How do you use this?"

"...can I show you?"

So whenever the Fellowship stops for the night, he watches with amusement as your brows furrow and you stick your tongue out in concentration

Legolas sits very still, so it's easy for you to paint his nails

How does he keep them so clean?!

He's low-key obsessed with how satisfying it is...

wAIT...

Now HE wants to paint YOUR nails?

THE PRECISION...

He's so good at it!

Legolas is so patient and calm

He says it reminded him of making flower crowns I guess?

And he doesn't even mess up once 😳

THE MASTER NEEDS TEACHING, DAYUM-

He gets so happy with how the color matches him!

Forgets that you have to let it dry at first, so it gets a bit smudged when he draws his bow

Upset Legolas :(

But you fix it for him, and he's happy again!

CAN

NOT

STOP

LOOKING

He's amazed!!

And so proud!

Pretty Elf 🥰✨

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Pippin

Pippin is very confused, to say the least

He though it would be something relatively close to a nail filer

But once he sees the pastel yellow color, on your own fingers, he has to have some!!

WILL

NOT

SIT

STILL

While you're trying to paint his hands and feet (by request), he's telling you great tales of the shire, a throwing his limbs around to exaggerate his story

You've to clonked him on the head and scolded him quite a few times

For some reason, he's saying it tickles??

"It does! The brush is like feather!"

Painting his toes it a lot easier, seeing he can't really feel much on his feet

The color goes perfect with his green eyes 🥴

Also, let's not forget that Pip is the definition of "disaster-on-legs"

After the polish dries, it immediately chips, since he's busy causing trouble with merry or practicing his hand with Boromir

He really wants to paint your nails, and you let him do so...

Poor hobbit has zero clue with how this shit works 🤦‍♀️

He feels so bad about getting it all over your fingers, but you assure him it'll be fine and that it will eventually wash off in a few days

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Boromir

HE WANTS TO USE IT RIGHT AWAY-

Pink, as cliche as it sounds, suits him so well

He's just amazed!

Also, really likes the smell 🤔🤔

Is grinning like an idiot while you're painting his nails

"Such talent and patience you have!"

"Pfft, it's really nothing. Takes a bit of practice is all."

Afterward, is flashing his bright pink nails at everyone

"Look at Y/N's spectacular skill of hand!"

I think Boromir would have a habit of picking at the polish after it dries

But that's okay, he doesn't mind too much

It gives him more time to spend with you while you repaint them!!

He's afraid he'll screw up your nails if he tries to paint them, so he never offers

That's alright though, since you know he only means well 😊

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Thorin

Oh he's so regal

You were in Rivendell, digging through your purse, and suddenly

Tada!!

A deep navy blue bottle, probably about half empty was revealed

He was curious, but tried not to let it show, since that would damage his royal ego 🙄

"What is that?"

"Oh, just some nail polish. Wanna try some?"

Thorin would insist that you show him how it works first

And so, you did

He definitely admires the color

But defied any suggestion of you painting his own nails

That would be "un-kingly" 😤

Okay so maybe he lets you paint his pinky finger when nobody is around

But he smiles (a rare sight) while watching you paint your nails

And does give a somewhat compliment at your articulate handwork

"It looks exceptional as artwork."

"Erm... Thanks?"

He definitely thinks the color matches you beautiful skin tone 😌

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Kili ~

Prince Dumbass LOVES red

It reminds him of Tauriel 🥰

One night, you left your bag opened on the ground as you went off to get some food from Bombur, and Kili couldn't help but notice the glittering ruby bottle inside

He grabbed it, being the nosy prince he was, and examined its glow in the firelight

"What kind of jewel is this?"

"Oh hey, my nail polish!!"

Very confused

"Why does it smell so strange?"

Thankfully, being a dwarf, his fingernails are a bit bigger, so there's more room and it's easier to paint

He, like Pippin, has issues with sitting still and gets you really annoyed

"I swear to all things fluffy, if you don't sit still I will cut off all of that hair in your sleep-"

"😳"

He immediately smudges them, and then you have to paint them AGAIN

Once they FINALLY dry, he won't let anyone touch them

"Stop it, Fili! You'll damage them!"

He can't stop touching them, since it's so smooth!

The others tease him, but he doesn't mind, as long as they stay nice and clean

Turns into a whiny toddler the MINUTE they chip

"Y/nnn! I need you to repaint them!"

"I just painted them yESTERDAY-"

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Fili

A mix of Thorin and Kili when it comes down to it

Definitely prefers gold 😌✨

Sees you painting your nails one night in the library in Erebor

"What have you got there sagh (friend)?"

"Just some nail polish. Wanna try some?"

Once again, he wants to see what it does like Thorin

And you of course happily oblige

Admires the color greatly

He says it reminds him of the gold floors in his kingdom, and it makes you chuckle

Fili loves to have his nails painted, and especially with such a regal hue 💅😌

DAMN does it bring out those baby blues 🥴

After that, you stare at his hands a lot, proceeded by his flirtatious teasing

Shows up Kili's sparkly red polish with his "more extravagant" color

He is also very protective of his nails and tries his very best to keep them from chipping

You love watching him hold his weapons and spar with his pretty nails 😳

Even with his larger hands, made for forging and wielding huge swords and axes and smelting, he had an incredibly steady and gentle hand when it comes to this subject, so he's AMAZING at painting his and your nails

Fili insists that you have matching nails all the time, and it's a regular thing for you to hang out and talk about your day while you paint each others nails 🥺

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Thranduil

Have you MET this man?!

KING OF DIVAS 💅💅

At first, he's very weirded out

"What do you have in your hand, mellon (friend)?"

"Oh, just some nail polish."

"Interesting..."

Thranduil watches intently over your shoulder as you carefully decorate your nails with a glossy black polish, sitting directly next to his throne

"Do you want me to paint your nails?"

"Hm?"

He reluctantly agrees, placing his BEAUTIFUL hand in yours and stares down at your gentle talented work

He loves the color more than he cares to admit, and much like his son sits very still as you lead the brush over his clean nails

The elf king loves seeing your tongue stick out in concentration

You remind him that it'll need time to dry out

And as he says in his notoriously sassy voice;

"I thousand years is a mere blink in the life of an elf... I'm patient... I can wait."

Ofc, you just scoff at this and tell him it'll only take about five to ten minutes

He just nods and stares back down at them with admiration

Thranduil doesn't do much around his kingdom, except maybe get a bit drunk and direct orders to his guards, so it's no worry about him chipping or ruining his nails

I hope you liked this, just as much as I enjoyed writing it!! Have a lovely day, and don't forget that requests are open as always!! ❤❤😊