Izuku Midoriya Thinks It's The Cutest Thing In The Goddamn World When You Ramble. He Can Listen To You

— revoked privileges 

summary: taking away their cuddling privileges for a month after a fight had happened

warnings: grammatical mistakes may occur, having to reject their cuddle sessions, usage of petnames, slight crack, tiny angst

genre: hurt/comfort, fluff

inc: childe, diluc, albedo, scaramouche, kazuha (separated)

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THROWING IT BACK ON HIM. I’m feeling ROMANTICAL 😈

KAEYA, ZHONGLI, DILUC, CHILDE, SCARACOOCHIE, ALBEDO

cw. suggestive, please don’t mastrubate to this!! take those fingers out yo bootyhole and spray em with Lysol. NEOW

ac. pnkkr4mune on twt;;

DILUC doesn’t know what the fuck to do.. 😭😭 His hand is flying everywhere. Man’s going places‼️ Is he supposed to? Hold your..⁉️ Is it even respectful. HES LOOKING AWAY AS BEST AS HE CAN‼️ WHILE HIS HANDS SEARCH FOR SOME BADONK DONK… while keeping a 6 inch social distancing. Respect 💪💪

KAEYA is grinding at that shit. Fookin delicious. Man’s in those skinny jeans GETTING IT ‼️‼️ He’s ur hype man, doesn’t matter if ur a stranger, friend, fiancee. TO HELL WITH IT 🤬⁉️⁉️ he probably has an erectile dysfunction from those skinny jeans but HES RECEIVING ASS PRETTYY WELL..

ZHONGLI puts his hands on your hips, and puts his head on your shoulder, and closes his eyes. WE THROWING OUT OUR DUMPITY DUMP TRUCK AND UR GONNA.. CLOSE UR EYES⁉️⁉️ THE FUCKING AUDACITY 🤬🤬 if his voice didn’t sound like literal sex, that bitch would’ve been DEAD. 😇

CHILDE hypes you up, like kaeya but he’s secretly a virgin 😭⁉️ this man gets NO bitches. ZERO PLAY 🤣👎⁉️ HE SAYS HE KNOWS WHAT HES DOING AND FEELS U UP… but in reality he’s shitting himself. HE DOESNT KNOW WHAT HES DOINN 😭😭 he tries escaping through the bathroom window. Let’s hope ur into edging, bc that man is an ajaxulate and evacuate kinda guy

SCARAMOUCHE slaps ur ass and slutshames u. NOT LIKE… sexist shi but sexy stuff yk. Romantic fr⁉️💞💞 But tbh he’s actually VERY embarrassed and his red ears are covered by his hair. DAMN THAT BOWLCUT🤬🤬 probably halfway in, he hurts your feelings and you have to stop him.

ALBEDO asks u wtf ur doing. Like. IM TRYNA SEDUCE U 🙄🙄‼️‼️ mating call yk. He probably records it for “research purposes”.. He just stares at ur ass. It’s very awkward, I suggest throwing urself off a bridge. 💞💞

CALLING THE GENSHIN BOYS BY THEIR NAME.

genre. fluff, boyfriend au cw. male genitalia mentioned in a joking way. pairings. xiao, kazuha, zhongli, childe x reader.

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— xiao

tries to pretend he’s not bothered by it

tries miserably

with any other person, its literally just routine for them to call him by his name… y’know being a big bad yaksha and all

but when you call him xiao instead of your normal “sweetie”….

expect him to be an ass the next couple of days he gets so pouty and sulky

which is ironic cuz when he first met you he hated being called anything but his name

and now he finds that the best part of his day will always be in your presence with you calling him pet names

he’s absolutely whipped but he’ll never tell you that

— childe

the biggest little shit in teyvat

he can and WILL ignore you for as long as he needs until you submit

his name isn’t childe. or tartaglia. or ajax. it’s honeybear.

corny as hell but he would genuinely ignore you until you call him that, poker face and all

and when you do call him that…. expect an even cockier childe with a shit eating grin smothering your face in small kisses

— kazuha

freezes up when you call his name

he literally feels his heart drop into his pale, firm ass when you call his name

he thinks he did smth wrong

so while you’re waiting on his response he’s frozen in time trying to tap into his memories and try and remember if he did anything to upset you

but he literally cannot think of anything.

but he apologizes anyways with a sad, small voice and sympathetic eyes which makes you confused ??? like why is he apologizing

when he sees that you’re confused he explains and you’re left like ö oooohhh

all he wants is for you to call him your prince he’s like a clingy cat he loves attention and esp if its from you

— zhongli

yes he is a grown ass man with dick and balls and bills to pay

yes you will call him your baby because he is exactly that

your baby. not zhongli.

when you call him by his name he’ll stop you immediately and tell you to call him “that funny little name” you call him

while he wasn’t really a fan of pet names… you calling him that just makes him feel warm inside

Hi! Can i ask you to make smth w the DICKZ and thoma? If gn reader gets cat called what would they do? I wanna participate in this event ehehehe

“𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌.”

how they'd react to catcalling. |   angst with comfort. tw: details pertaining to harrassment. please read at your own risk. |   pairings :: diluc, itto, childe, kaeya, zhongli, and thoma x gn reader (separate) |   notes :: welcome to my blog ehe~ it’s an honor to have you here. i assumed that i should write for them individually (hopefully that’s alright?). *unfortunately this happens a lot but please don’t mistake this as me glamorizing cat-calling! street harrassment is definitely not okay and i do not condone subjecting anyone to this behavior. |  our lovely sponsors: @x-i-a-o-n-e-m-o @justqueerandhereforthetea (ask to be added to the taglist!)

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Normally appearing indifferent to the antics of others, Diluc is absolutely terrifying when his hard-set gaze is intentional. He stands tall, towering over all with narrowed eyes and thinly pressed lips. He wants to believe he heard incorrectly, that his ears failed him and he’s misheard what they said, but the clear discomfort in your face makes it apparent that he was right after all. He doesn’t hide his disgust. There is no need for you to turn to him with fear in your eyes because if looks could kill, Diluc would claim vengeance and be found guilty.

As spirited as Itto appears, he certainly isn’t dumb. He knows exactly what that whistle was intended for, what those words implicated. His face first contorts in blatant shock, then unmistakable anger. He’ll shout and make a scene, an arm around your shoulders to pull you into his side so he shields you with his body. If you so much prod his shoulder as a signal, however, he’ll be more than happy to whisk you away from the scene. Expect him to attempt to console you with his shenanigans afterwards.

Childe reacts with hesitance or uncertainty. All had been swell: you’d been hiding your smile behind your hand as he made grand motions with his arms, a hearty laugh falling from his lips. His grin falls immediately when he comes to a halt and turns on his heel so quickly, it’s a miracle that he doesn’t get whiplash. His tongue is sharp and his mouth spews bitter, angry words. It is the tug on his sleeve, a grasp on his elbow, that reels him back in from taking them by the shirt. A fight wouldn’t do, not when you’d be there to witness his stealthy corruption, but he never forgets the faces of those who dare treat you like such. After all, what kind of useless scum would he be to let this lesson go untaught?

Only a fool would dare to utter such crude things about the calvary captain’s beloved. Kaeya has his flirtatious moments, sweet and borderline suggestive but should never be underestimated to be indifferent to you. People dote on him all the time, yes, and he entertains them to get a kick out of their infatuation, but even he complies when it comes to personal boundaries. His remarks drip with sarcasm. He practically barks them out through a tense jaw and grinding teeth, an arm looped around your waist protectively. Violence may not be the answer, but when this happens all he sees is red.

Zhongli is no stranger to the ways of mortals. He has lived to see generation after generation, and while the world around him changed, human nature hardly did and that included the manners of which they approached different social environments. Nonetheless, he cannot fathom how one might muster the audacity to call after you so inappropriately. He himself has never been subjected to such harassment but being witness to it, especially involving you, arouses a wrath unmatched by any he’s known in his time. His presence alone emanates a poise unmatched by any other, even in this form, so don’t be surprised if he manages to intimidate the perpetrator away. If they linger, however, he will not hesitate to insert his dominance in the situation on your behalf. You are, after all, deserving of utmost respect.

Similarly to Itto, Thoma is renowned for his charm. He is the friendly face any one may seek out in the marketplace in Ritou or around the shops in Inazuma City, loved and respected by many. He is always so gentle with even the newest of acquaintances, establishing relationships with anyone who may need him, but don’t expect that to be the case here. He is more concerned about your well-being than that of his connections. He has no respect for those who demean others, and he’ll make this very clear. His voice carries throughout cobblestoned streets, maybe loud enough to draw a crowd, but he could care less. Out of the six he is most likely to not resort to violence, but he definitely would be verbal in such a situation. Afterwards, of course, he cares after you tenderly. Whatever you need, whether it be space or his comfort, he’ll comply without a second thought.

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Shouto Todoroki SFW Alphabet

Navi NSFW alphabet

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SFW

A - Affection

° Is a ragdoll if that makes any sense. For hugs he'll just slump into you, whether if you're facing him or if he's hugging your back. When you two are going to bed, same thing. He'll either loosely wrap an arm or leg around you or simply just lay on top of you. Even if you are internally suffering because this boy is beefy and quite tall, he'll sigh in content and purr a 'goodnight' or 'I love you'. He also will do this in public, he doesn't comprehend that it could make someone uncomfortable.

B - Best friend

° He's like a cat, you have to prove your trustworthy enough for his company. And once you do, he'll nonstop follow you around. It's awkwardly endearing since he'll just follow you to wherever you go silently, genuinely suffering if you call in sick because he's so used to being around you. 9/10 he'll go to your house with some soup and medicine, not caring what he misses.

C - Cuddles

° This man is the most love deprived person in UA and no one can change my mind. So when you first cuddle him, it'll be like holding onto a human sized rock. It'll take a couple of months before he softens up and loosely returns the cuddles. His favorite type of cuddles is where you pretty much spoil him, it's when he lays his head on your lap so you can trace his features and play with his hair.

D - Domestic (Would they settle down?)

° You're the one who'd have to take things slow, the moment you two are officially dating is the time where he just assumes you two are going to get married eventually. It's his family who taught him that since Endeavor only married Rei for her powers. So he doesn't know that much about a sincere and regular paced relationship.

E - Ending (How would they end a relationship?)

° This man is too loyal to ever end a relationship and I stand by that, either the partner would have to end it or he would've rejected the person from the start. He has so much baggage that he's worried that no one else will be able to handle it, so he won't lose you if it's his choice.

F - Fiancé

° He'd propose after the second date if it weren't for you telling him that you want a regular paced relationship. He's ready, he has the ring, he has the dinner, he even has his damn tuxedo and rose. So the moment you even hint towards the fact that you want a wedding, he's leaving a note saying to meet him at the restaurant you both went to on your first date.

G - Gentle (Are they gentle on your feelings?)

° I'd love to say yes... But Shouto is far too blunt to be considered gentle on anyone. If he hurts you, he genuinely does not mean to and will not realize he has until you verbally explain it to him. You'd have to tell him your insecurities and baggage beforehand unless you want some very blunt and sharp comments from him that hurt.

H - Hugs

° Like I said before, he'll Ragdoll. His favorite hug is when you're back is faced towards while your cooking or training, then he'll rest his head into the crook of your neck and slump his larger body over yours gently. He'll sigh in content, watching you continue what you were doing with a blank stare. This really makes you question is Shouto is part cat.

I - I love you

° Took three months of dating before he said those three words to you, and surprisingly he was the first one to say it. You were visiting Shouto at his house, worried since he was home sick. When you walked in, you heard Endeavor scolding your boyfriend for being too weak to train thanks to his illness. Hearing this enraged you, so you stormed into their gym and cornered Enji into a corner while screaming at him. Seeing you stick up for him made Shouto feel loved, so when you ushered him back to bed he whispered those words that rang through his head.

J - Jealousy

° He thinks it's being protective, when in reality he just doesn't like it when you hang around certain people *cough Kaminari cough*. Shouto feels his heart stop when he sees naturally clingy people like Kaminari and Kirishima hugging you or offering a shoulder massage after a battle. He always buts in rather coldly, saying it's his job to hug and massage you not theirs. Please reassure him, he's very insecure and will tear up to a point.

K - Kisses

° His lips are very soft and plump but also semi cold, they always taste like Soba or mint hot chocolate no in between. Shouto will cup your jaw gently, pressing a soft kiss to your lips as you begin to drape your arms over his broad shoulders. His lips are very addicting and he doesn't understand the concept of PDA, so it's up to you to control both of you in public.

L - Little ones

° Wants to be a father, but is nervous that'll he'll become a shitty one like his own dad. He'd love to see little versions of you and him running across your shared home as they play around like children should. When you do have children he'll be the soft parent, too scared of scolding them thanks to his experiences with his own family.

M - Mornings

° Wakes up at the crack of dawn, goes outside to stretch and train for a bit, then goes back inside to wake you up and shower with you. He always makes breakfast since you're usually a mess in the morning, but the only thing he can't make is coffee since he doesn't drink it and wouldn't know how to make it. But if you drink tea then he'll take over breakfast fully. Shouto wears a tank top, boxers, and bunny slippers in the morning... And will tie his hair up into the tiniest ponytail (Rip because Shouto stans would be dead).

N - Night

° Even though he's a morning person, he surprisingly stays up quite late. He'll sit in bed and read a book, but he'll put it away if you want to watch a show with him before bed. He refuses to go to sleep without doing five specific things, Having a cute bubble bath with you, Giving each other a massage, talking about your days, asking what you want for breakfast tomorrow, and sharing a goodnight kiss. Skip any of those and he'll have trouble sleeping.

O - Open

° He'll talk about his struggles but he will be very vague with them until you're further in the relationship, he'll simply say his dad is a dick and abused his family rather than going into details about how much he suffers inside. He will understand if you have trouble talking about a certain struggle of yours, but he'll reassure you that he'll never judge you and that you can trust him.

P - Patience

° He's quite patient when it comes to you, he may not understand what a regular paced relationship is at the start. But he'll be willing to learn and understand, he's a great listener and will rarely ever fight with you. His goal is too be nothing like his father, and being so calm and collected really helps him achieve it.

Q - Quizzes (Do they remember details?)

° He remembers too many, he knows what shirt you wore the first day you two met and he knows what the first thing you said to him was. If you ask him a simple question like 'What's my favorite color?' he'll answer correctly in an instant, he sees your Quizzes as a challenge and he refuses to get any of them wrong.

R - Remember (Favorite memory)

° His favorite memory was your first kiss. It was in the middle of winter and he insisted on staying with you at your dorm thanks to the raging blizzard outside. You both were huddled under the blankets as he stroked his heated hand over your back to warm you up, you looked up at Shouto smiling warmly as his softly heated hand lit up the small space under your blanket. You shifted forward gently, pressing a quick peck across his lips. Your lips were so much warmer compared to his, and the cute giggle you made after you backed away only left him flustered. "One more?" Shouto begged, already leaning in.

S - Security (How protective are they?)

° Very, he's not toxic or verbal about it however. But if you come home after a battle, he'll pretty much run towards you and shower you in praises. He trusts you to defend yourself, but it never fails to scare him when you fight without him by your side. The last thing he wants is for you to be alone and in danger, or worse die alone without saying goodbye.

T - Try (How much do they put in the relationship)

° Shouto tries his best at everything when it comes to you, he'll stay up all night researching what a boyfriend should do. He goes out of his way even if it seems like small gestures, Shouto will get better with the relationship as time passes. But don't let his cold façade fool you, this boy is wrapped around your finger and he doesn't plan on slipping off.

U - Ugly (Bad traits)

° Shouto is very blunt and can come off as almost emotionless at points, he will definitely try to work on it when he start dating you. But he honestly just can't help it at times, if you wear something not overly flattering he will straight up say you look terrible without realizing how harsh it comes off. He's also not the best at comforting so you'll have to teach him how.

W - Wildcard

° Shouto loves calling you angel and my love, he likes how they make you sound like royalty. Since in his eyes you are royalty, he won't call you generic nicknames like baby, babe, babygirl, princess and so on. He only uses your name, angel, my love, or if he's feeling flirty 'Soon to be Mrs. Todoroki'.

X - X's (How many Exes does he have?)

° He has many but not in a bad way, they all went on one date with him and never called him back because they didn't enjoy his lack of romance knowledge. Some names to point out are, Momo, Kendo, Shoji (Shouto gives off bi vibes), Tokoyami, Mina, A male and female reporter, and Ojiro. Momo went on two more dates with him, but ended it when she fell for Jirou.

Y - Yuck (Doesn't want in someone)

° He doesn't want someone who only likes him for his quirk or his looks, he wants them to like him for him and not because he's popular among many. Shouto will not date someone who is close minded either, I can see Shouto not judging someone by their looks and simply liking their personality, so if someone who is judgy hits on him he'll decline in an instant. He won't click well with someone aggressive, picky, dramatic, or who isn't committed fully in him. This goes without saying, but he'll never date someone his dad wants him to.

Z - Zzz (Sleeping habits)

° Can't sleep if you're still awake, you will have to fall asleep first or he won't sleep at all. He likes being the little spoon and he's open about it, he likes feeling babied and protected since he's not used to it. A way to easily make him tired is by playing with his hair and kissing over his head and scar.

Bitter

Aizawa Shouta x GN!Reader (smau)

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Becoming a TA for a group of high-schoolers is exciting! Being the TA for Class 1A is even more exciting! But will it still be fun when the man you’re workring with seems to hate you?

a/n: Ahhhhhhhh! I’m so excited for this. This is my first smau, so if you have any suggestions, please do let me know! This is gonna have a bit of fluff, some angst, and a whole lot of Aizawa being a dick!

Quirk: Your quirk is Sleep Song! You can sing people to sleep when you sing (if you want to), the more emotion that’s put into it, the longer and deeper they’re asleep! Drawbacks include your throat being sore if you overuse it, and being mute for periods of time if you push it.

Ch 1: Welcome to the club~

Ch 2: i am going to smack a bitch

Ch 3:  my corpse ✌️

Ch 4: not great at the whole ‘apology’ thing

Ch 5: will do boss man

Ch 6: SIMP

Ch 7: start running

Ch 8: bird-brain

Ch 9: Killing Me Softly

Ch 10: i am Looking away

Ch 11: we heard you got a date

Ch 12: are you free tonight?

Ch 13: surprise

Ch 14: I want a chance too

Ch 15: i think i messed up

Ch 16: whats up birdie?

Ch 17: joint at the hip

Ch 18: like adults

Ch 19: they LOYAL

Ch 20: you always have me and hawks

Ch 21: Maybe we can figure that out together?

Ch 22: ehhhhhh

Ch 23: lets get out interrogation on!

Ch 24: idiots

Ch 25: Bitter (end)

Sleeping with the Villains

Request: My request idea that popped in my head was I haven’t seen a story of shigaraki’s or dabi’s impression of them sleeping nude/naked with their S/O. I was wondering what their thoughts would be? I wouldn’t mind it if it was both sfw and nsfw:)🤸‍♀️

It can either be headcanoan or a fic. you can choose which one suits best for you to compose. 💕 💕 💕

Word Count: 1.5K each

A/N: I went for a more sfw vibe(‾◡◝)

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Dabi:

His skin is rough, calloused and burned, and even if he is clean, the scent of ash overtakes that of milk and honey. Dabi is scarred, his body in deep purple patches that are pieced together with staples and on a good day, he can ignore the the pain, can push past it and focus on how soft your hand is compared to his, he can focus on you, rather than the way that that his clothes catches over his skin and pulls on the grooves and the burns. On the harder days, he has to push himself out of bed before you can wake. He has to bite down on the pain that screams for him to collapse, and he’ll swallow pain medication and drink the pain away before you can wake. He is a man ready to explode at any given minute, and he will refuse to do that in front of you.

He wears a loose fitting shirt and sweats that makes it unbearably hot and when he walks into the bedroom that he shares with you, you’re undressed. He grins at you and even if his skin does ache, he can’t deny you, and he can’t deny himself. If you want him now, he’ll give himself to you in a painful and horrible way to keep you by his side.

“I didn’t realize we were going to fuck tonight,” he says, a thin smile on his lips as he sits beside you on the bed. “You should have told me, I would've dolled myself up.” He teases, but he’s serious. He wants to be made pretty for you, to have you look at him and ignore the scars that decorate his face and his body. When you roll your eyes and shake your head, your hand curved over his untarnished skin, he deflates.

“It’s not that,” you tell him with a laugh. You mov to sit fully on the bed, your legs crossed and he’s unable to keep his eyes off of you.

He raises his brows, and his eyes are focused on the swell of your stomach, soft and full, and he hates that he wants to touch you. To simply let his body drape over you and keep you under him. “It’s not?” He asks, his throat already beginning to close and when he catches your eyes, he flashes a smile- awkward and tense. “Then what is it?”

Your hand moves slowly away from him, and even though he is warm, the fire inside of him unending and all consuming, he is cold without you. He watches as your hand falls to cup over your calves. “I just want to sleep naked with you.” He must have given you a bewildered look because when you laugh, you go to hold his hands. “You heard me,” you lilt, something so sweet on your tongue that it makes him ache.

“Why?” He’s done it before with you. Sticky skin against sticky skin, your chest rising and falling, his body shaking in the afterglow of sex as you kiss his chest. But it was always that, always after sex when you both slept naked together. Why now? Why without clothing? And even when he’s dressed, he feels so bare.

“Dabi,” you call his name and it’s like sin that slips past your lips. Your hand rises slowly to cup the side of his face and he hates how you can read him like an open book. He hates how vulnerable he’s become when he’s around you. “I just want to sleep with you. Nothing more and nothing less, honey.”

Honey. What a sweet thing to call him. A nickname that is given and told with love and admiration, and he knows who he is. Thirty people is how many he’s killed. His skin is purple and falling apart on him. He is ash and smoke, and at any second, he will fall apart. No matter where you touch, he is scarred; your touch is something so delicate and painful against his neck that he leans into it, desperate for the pain, but desperate for the touch that you are so willing to give him.

“Me too?” He asks, his clothing pulling taut against his scars and when you nod, a soft, inaudible plea on your lips, he can’t deny you. He can’t rid himself of his clothes quick enough, and yet, he takes them off softly as if he were taking off a bandaid.

Your hands replace his and when you lean over him, your chest is in his face and if it were any other time, if he were less broken than he is now, he’s sure he would have joked and teased. He’s sure that he would have used sex to distract you from seeing him. You’ve seen him before and yet, it is never enough. It’s never his skin, it’s never him, it’s a ghost of who he should be- coy and charming. Yet, here he is, having you helping him remove his clothing because if he were to do it, he'd never be bare in front of you. He’d rather burn once more than to ever have you truly see how he appears.

He is a man of many faults and when you kiss his lips, his scarred and rough bottom lip pressed against yours, he pushes you down to the bed and hovers above you. Your hands hold him tenderly, keeping him together, and you smile at him. There are tears in your eyes and he wonders if he’d match you in another lifetime. The fear. The adoration. The way that despite being above you, he’s unable to breathe properly. He can’t stand it. It’s all so horrific in a way he never thought could be real. He lays on the bed, his body vulnerable to you and your ridicule and when he looks at you, he gives you sad eyes, expecting for your face to twist once you realize who you’ve allowed to touch you.

The air is cold, and his staples are warm, and he is bare. Fear has taken over, and it’s chosen to stay, to his his eyes follow as you look at him, and when you raise your hand, letting it hover over his scarred skin, he can feel it and it’s excruciatingly painful and something that he has craved for far too long.

“Honey,” you call him, your hand curving over the crown of his head and running past his hair. You say it so dolefully that he has to shake his head and even then, your smile is one that lacks it’s usual shine.

“It’s nothing,” your name is a whisper against his lips and it’s a sin for him to say something like that. “Just-” he pauses, he doesn’t want you to stop touching him, but he also doesn’t want you to look at him. He swallows and wraps his hand around your wrist. “Do you mind just laying beside me?”

It’s pitiful. Pathetic and everything bad that he’s ever been told. He can’t stand you looking at him when he can’t feel. When he isn’t supposed to feel a thing. And yet, your lips press against his and he can taste the mint on your tongue, and he lets out a shaky breath, closing his eyes tightly as you rest carefully beside him.

“Dabi,” you call him and it sends a shiver down his spine when the thin blanket is placed over the both of you. He hums in response, unable to trust his voice at the very moment. “For what it’s worth,” your breath is cool against his shoulder, “I think you’re beautiful.” He can’t help the ugly and snarky laugh that slips past his throat in some cruel joke. You ignore the mean sound and continue, your hand soft on his body. “I wouldn’t dream of ever leaving you. I think I’m too attached to ever believe that I could find someone else. You’re the best that I’ll ever come across, and I hope that when you look at me, you know that I’ll never grow tired of you.”

When you’re asleep, your name having left his lips in a mantra, he lets out a shaky breath. His face burns and he’s glad that he can’t cry. He’s glad he rid himself of that emotion. He’d never forgive himself if he cried because of you. He’d never forgive himself for being so attached to you. He holds you close and the ceiling is blurry. You’re warm in the ways that remind him of something once lost and found. You are something that he will never forget and will never forgive himself for invading your life. Sleeping bare with you was much more than nude, it was vulnerability to let you touch him and see him as him. He turns his head and kisses your forehead. “I hope that when you look at me, you know that I’m sorry.” His voice is weak and he can’t breathe, but he’s by your side and when he wakes up, he wants you to still be there.

Shigaraki Tomura:

His reflection is whole- the mirror before him clean and free of anything that would distort him. With an exposed chest, his shirt is on the sink counter, and he stands in front of the mirror shirtless, observing his body as if he had never seen it before. Tomura raises a careful hand, letting it ghost over his stomach where scars of all shapes and sizes are etched upon his body. The scars are soft, stretched skin that feels almost false under his own, the edges ragged and tickling against the tips of his fingers. He’s never had the luxury of taking a moment to stop and watch his own body, to trace over the imperfections and feel them. It’s so foreign that it makes his anxious, worry bubbling in his stomach that when you call his name, he pulls his hand away from himself, taking a step away from the mirror, recoiling as if his reflection would reach out and trap him there.

He’s never been one to be ashamed of himself, to let the words of others affect him. Time and time again, he’s been told of how awful he looks, reminded of how he’d look better if just a few things were changed about him, and in the end, he’s never cared about any of those comments. He never put his worth on his physical appearance, and that was fine for him. Still, when he sees himself he can find his own flaws, the remarks that people make, and when he sees you, he can’t find any of those. The shirt is grabbed, held tightly in his hands that he has to lift a finger, because old habits die hard.

The door closes behind him and he sees you sitting on the bed, the blanket pulled up towards the chest, gripped in your fists as you hold it close, giving him a tentative smile. Your shoulders are bare, your collarbones exposed, and with his own torso exposed, he clears his head and turns towards the door, almost hoping for an interruption but so scared that someone other than you would see him like this- scars and all.

“You’re not wearing anything,” he presumes, turning back to you, a soft shade of pink blooming on his chest and slowly creeping upwards. “I uh-” he clears his throat even if there is nothing there- “should I do the same?”

You laugh and it’s so sweet, so light and airy, that it reminds him of the first time he shared cotton candy with you. It’s a memory that he pushes away when you drop the blanket and even if he’s seen you in much more passionate ways, he still averts his eyes.

“Only if you want,” you tell him and it makes something inside of him switch, to follow the implication of a command and shed his clothing.

His shirt falls into a puddle of fabric and he steps over it, his steps quick as he goes to the bed that he shares with you. The edge of the bed presses against his thighs and he can’t seem to rid himself of his sweats quick enough, sliding them off until they pool around his ankles. He’s breathless, looking down at himself, his hands hooked over the waistband of his briefs and when he blinks, your hands are over his.

“Usually sex is a lot more fun than this,” he jokes, lifting his head and giving you a ghost of smile that quickly disappears.

“It is,” your voice airy. “But-” your knuckles are now pressed his hips and you lower them slightly, your hands cool against his warm skin- “it’s not about sex tonight.” His boxers join the pool of fabric that is around his ankles and he quickly removes his socks, climbing into bed as you back away to make space for him.

“No?” He whispers, leaning towards you, his hands on either side of your thighs as you sit on your legs. “What a shame,” he says, leaning his head onto your chest, his ear pressed against your beating heart. Your hands curve over the top of his head and he pushes himself further into you when you click your tongue.

It’s quiet for a moment and he can’t bring himself to ruin the silence, to move away from you, even if his arms are starting to tire from holding himself up. Your hand is over him, parting through his silver hair and his ears burn with every touch.

“Tomura?” He hums in response, pushing himself further into you. He doesn’t want for the moment to be ruined. He wants to stay here, uncomfortable and sore, and safe and held. He wants to be in your arms. “How about we lie down, okay?” Your hand leaves the crown of his head and when you pull away, he’s left chasing after you, trying to follow your warmth and reclaim it.

The blanket is pulled, held open for you and him, and in it, is warmth. In it, is you that looks at him so tenderly, the corners of your eyes crinkled and the little fat in your cheeks pushing upwards as you smile at him. He’s clumsy and quick, and he doesn’t care if he seems desperate to get under the covers with you, but it’s all that he wants. He just wants to be beside you.

His hand aches, and his arms are sore, and he’s beside you, his face against your chest as he holds you close to him. It truly is just lying beside you, it’s nothing more, simply being bare in front of you with the distraction of sex to occupy you or him, and it’s horrific. Your hand starts from his neck, past scars trembling under your touch that leads him to hold his breath, taking in one last breath that fills his lungs with the sweet aroma of your body wash and cream. Your hand lowers, tracing over the scars that are wrapped around his arms, coiled and pressed and whispers your name. It stops you for a moment, but when he says nothing else, devoid of breath, his lungs burning and throat tight, your hand continues to press and massage over the scars, each gentle nudge bringing forward the reminder of who he is and when his hands clamps around your arms, free of the mangled scars that are his, he lets out a mix of a whine and cry. He doesn’t know what it is that you are doing, but it hurts and he’s so desperate for the comfort that he fails to register as your hand glides down and flutters over his side, where a scar is large against him, wrapping around his side and fading once it reaches towards his stomach. It’s an odd sensation, different from his. Yours feels as if it really is a ghost that is pressing against him, something so light and foreign that it’s as if you had never touched him before.

“Does it ever hurt?” You ask, and he can feel the press of your thigh against his.

“Yes,” he breathes, unable to lie to you. What is it about you that ruins him, that makes him so weak and willing to tell you whatever it is that you want to hear. He’d bow before you, plead at the mercy of you for just a simple smile.

“Am I hurting you?” You ask and when you press down, the small shift of weight making his gasp out, he hisses out his answer.

“Yes,” he confesses. Your hand starts to lift away from him and he holds it down, his own scarred hand holds yours. “Please, don’t stop,” he asks of you and when he pulls away his eyes burn and yours look so sad and he can’t have that. He can’t have you look at him, and he can’t bear to see you so sad.

Tomura presses his lips against yours, the kiss wet and shaky and it’s more of him needing you than it is of him just wanting to kiss you. He pulls you close, his nails dragging against your soft skin and there’s this aching part of him that doesn’t want to let up for breath, he’d be happy to die there with you, his lips on yours, and yours on his. His heart echoes in his ears and beats against his ribcage like a bird with too big of wings trapped in a cage. Your hands curve around his neck, and it’s different. It isn’t a gnawing sense of pain and itch, it’s not muddled clarity that makes his stomach twist; it is simply you and your touch that keeps him grounded. He’s gasping and when he finally pulls away, gasping for breath and looking at you through half lidded eyes, he sees you smiling back at him, your chest rising and dipping and he is still with you.

“I’m still here,” you say as if you could have heard his worries. Your hand cups his chest and moves to tangle into his hair. “Whatever you want of me, I’ll give it to you.” It’s something that he will hold you to and when you press your lips against his in a fleeting kiss, he’s left wanting more.

deku is a [makes his lock screen the color of your eyes / borrows your oversized hoodies because they smell like you / rubs his thumb over the side of yours when he holds your hand] kind of boyfriend and

todoroki is a [walks you home even if it's an hour out of his way / follows you around in sephora to take pictures of everything you pick up / keeps a polaroid of you in his wallet] kind of boyfriend and

bakugo is a [matches outfits and jewelry with you so people know you're dating / drives you to the grocery store and cooks food for you after he stays over / gets mad if you don't text good morning and good night] kind of boyfriend

asking them / getting asked to watch the fireworks by them

inc. zhongli, ningguang, xiao, beidou

a/n. tfw lantern rite is so good it inspires you to write

zhongli

when zhongli turns around a corner in the wangsheng funeral parlor, he is delighted to see you. “hello, (y/n). i wasn’t expecting to see you here. i thought you’d be enjoying the festival.”

nervously, you twiddle your fingers. “yes, about that… i was just wondering if you’d like to watch the fireworks together…?” you suggest.

zhongli is quiet, eyes on the floor. you suddenly regret asking. “but, ah… if you’re too busy, or just don’t want to…” your voice slowly trails off as your face gets hot.

zhongli suddenly looks at you. “oh, no, it’s not that.” he clears his throat. “i’d love to watch the fireworks with you. i just was just trying to think of the most ideal location to watch them from.”

“oh,” you chuckle. “i mean, we have a nice few even from here. we don’t need to travel far.” you tell him.

zhongli shakes his head. “i appreciate the offer but uh… if we stay here, we’ll have an uninvited guest,” he nods towards hu tao, who has completely turned in her chair to watch you and zhongli.

you nod, grinning. “right. then what do you think about heyu tea house?” you ask. “that also has a nice view…”

zhongli smiles, stepping past you and opening the door to the funeral parlor. “that sounds wonderful.”

you step outside and into the commotion of the festival. you can hear people laughing and talking, children running around with liyue delicacies in their hands, and couples walking hand in hand.

zhongli lifts his arm slightly, and you intertwine your arm with his. he can’t help but smile. “alright, to heyu tea house we go.” he says.

ningguang

since you had been such a great help with restoring the jade chamber, you had recently been tasked with helping lady ningguang herself. it was truly an honor, and it also brought you closer to ningguang.

after a day of running around and meeting with people and overlooking the festivities, you finally returned to the jade chamber with ningguang. after helping her out with a few more things, you no longer had any reason to stay with her.

“well, lady ningguang, i believe that’s it for me…” you tell her.

the tianquan simply nods. “thank you for all of your help today. i don’t believe i would have returned to the jade chamber so early if it wasn’t for you.”

you smile. “thank you.” you turn to leave but suddenly stop, turning back to ningguang, who hasn’t moved from where she was standing. “um, lady ningguang, if you’d like to see the fireworks, i’ll be just outside, so…”

after a few moments, she smiles. “thank you for the invite.” and then she turns and walks away, quietly slipping into her room.

you rush out of the jade chamber, cringing at yourself in embarrassment. what gave you the courage to say that to ningguang? why would you even ask? you had only been working for her for a few weeks, so why—

you’re pulled out of your thoughts when you hear the familiar clicking of heels behind you. you turn to see ningguang, beautifully dressed in a navy blue evening gown. for a moment, you swear that she seems almost… shy?

“not to ask this so suddenly, but… what do you think of this gown?” ningguang asks.

you realize your jaw has dropped slightly at the sight of her. you quickly close it. “um… you look… beautiful, ningguang.”

she sighs in relief. “i’m glad. i wasn’t entirely sure if this fit me.” she smiles. “but i trust your judgement.”

“i thought you’d be too tired to join me for the fireworks, but i’m glad you’re here,” you tell her.

ningguang shakes her head slightly and she walks closer to you. “even if i was, i would never miss the fireworks of the festival for the world, especially if it’s with you,” she says, a playful smirk on her face.

xiao

you had spent the day with xiao, however you hadn’t

bothered to ask him to watch the fireworks with you. he wasn’t a fan of crowds, and you didn’t want him to feel obligated to join you. so once the sun began to set, you decided it was time to head back to liyue harbor.

“well, i should get going… it’ll be time for the fireworks by the time i get back to the harbor,” you tell xiao. “are you going back to wangshu inn? we can take the path that goes past there.”

“oh,” xiao says. “…yeah. we can do that.”

you two walk hand in hand in silence, listening to the surrounding nature and the distant commotion from liyue harbor. as you grew closer to wangshu inn, xiao suddenly stopped.

“hm? xiao, everything okay?”

xiao nods. “i was thinking…” he looks past you. “maybe we could watch the fireworks together.”

you stand still for a moment, before quickly nodding. “yes! that would be really nice, xiao.” you say softly.

xiao starts walking again and you quickly walk to catch up with him, grabbing hold of his hand again. “i swear i wanted to ask you,” you say. “but i know the festival isn’t exactly the most… inviting place for you.”

xiao shrugs. “i know. but i just really want to watch them with you…”

you smile. “thank you, xiao.”

beidou

you stand on the crux, resting your elbows on the ledge and looking out to the sea. you had been helping beidou with some things, and it ended up taking all day. you were still on the crux, and you surely wouldn’t make it back to the harbor in time to see the fireworks as you had planned.

“what’s up? you haven’t said a word in hours. catfish got your tongue?” you hear beidou’s voice growing closer. you feel her arm around your shoulders.

you sigh. “it’s nothing. i just wanted to see the fireworks… i made plans and everything but…”

“you’re here on the ship,” beidou speaks as if she can read your thoughts.

you nod. “yeah,” you say softly.

beidou laughs, patting your back. “well, you’re in luck! it may not be what you had planned, but little do you know, we have the best seats in liyue!” she says.

you give her an unsure look.

“hey, come on! think about it! we’re a pretty good distance away from the docks so we won’t miss a thing! no trees or buildings blocking our view!” she tells you, grabbing your shoulders and leading you to the other side of the crux.

you realize that she’s correct — you really do have the perfect view.

“hmm,” you say. “you’re right.”

“you know it! i’ve spent more time than anyone on this ship!” she retorts. “i know all the tricks.”

“then, will you stay and watch the fireworks with me?” you ask softly.

beidou looks flustered for a moment, but she quickly pulls herself together. “of course! who do you think i am?” she wraps her arm around your waist. “i would never let you watch the fireworks all alone.”

everything that’s wrong with me

plot: you walk in on tartaglia having a meltdown 

warnings: hurt/comfort, but very little comfort, description of self hate (the character, not the reader) 

i listened to god must hate me and nearly made myself cry writing this one

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