To my late night scrollers, the ones that are just like me, looking for comfort and love, acceptance and a way to escape.
We all have the thing that helps us, for many of us on this site it's fanfiction. Whether it be hurt/comfort, noncon, a/b/o, friends to lovers or even the one bed trope, everyone has the fics that help us through, with the characters we dream about that make us feel loved, appreciated, wanted.
They're here, waiting for you, ready to see what adventures they're in for tonight. Ready to be your comfort, your friend, your shoulder to cry on. What will you two do tonight? They're so excited, maybe they're waiting with bated breath, ready to meet you all over again, to fall for you again, ready to relive that favorite story, you're happiest moments.
They're there, arms open, smile wide, ready for you. You're their favorite character, their favorite part of the day.
I hope you're scrolling tonight goes well, that you get what you need. I hope that tomorrow is better then today and that at some point, you wake up and don't need the comfort as much, that it's not a need anymore.
From the girl on Tumblr who wishes she could give every single one of you the love and comfort you deserve. Remember, your comfort character believes in you, and so do I.
This touched my heart so much, I've never really thought of the characters as my comfort characters until now. Thank you so much, you've made me so happy with just a few paragraphs 🥺😁
I am making my way through a hefty list of 200+ bookmarks of Star Wars fanfiction (most one-shots) compiled from tumblr masterlists or recommendations... and I am unashamed to admit that Din and Poe have been my top two leading men recently. Without further adeiu--
Poe Dameron
Until the First Order is Gone - by @kesskirata
There's two parts up for this and I absolutely love them. Beware of NSFW smut in the second part. All good stuff though ;)
It Was A Pretty Good Bad Idea, Though by @tintinwrites
NSFW! Sex pollen type fic. That's all... it's glorious!!!
Headcannons For Being Married To Poe Dameron by @tintinwrites
So many butterflies erupt in my stomach when reading this. It's IMMACULATE. This is easily one of my comfort posts I keep coming back to for smiles (or tears).
The Bet by @no-droids
NSFW! Oh dear lord I have reread this one MANY times. I have also found TikToks inspired by it and oh boy does the mind wander. 10/10 on the sexual tension and Poe shaving is mhmm.
Din Djarin
Rough Day Series by @no-droids
NSFW chapters! Mmmmmhm... That's all I have to say. It's a guilty pleasure of mine to keep rereading this fic and imagining I'm Sweet Girl.
Dust Series by @etchedbox
NSFW chapters! Similar to Rough Day but with different twists that I love. Again, Sweet Girl makes an appearance but she is her own character in this story and holy cow, I love her (even if she is supposed to be a reader insert!).
A Clan Of Our Own Series by @and-claudia
(^This link sends you to the author's main masterlist and is missing I think 2 chapters from it, but a simple search will pull them up!)
This series is so sweet and I feel like focuses more on Canon Din? I don't know how to explain it, but I love seeing soft!Din with the reader.
Something More Series by @amiedala
NSFW chapters! All I have to say is -- if you're gonna call me a whore, make sure you put Pedro Pascal in front of it!!! I love waiting for this story to update every Saturday and it makes my heart happy when I get the notification! Also inspired by Rough Day, but again it has it's own elements and it's probaby my favorites on this list.
Fever In My Eyes by @221bsherlock
NSFW! It's a sex pollen fic and just overall a really good read! It's 8.5k words but it doesn't feel that long. It's one of the best longer one-shot stories I've read that doesn't feel like it's too long or rushed.
I think toy doctors are so nice actually like i remember being a little heartbroken kid when one of my beloved stuffed animals got old and torn up and my mom just threw him out. And i know what it would have meant to me, to have someone lovingly stitch him back up instead so i could love him just a little longer. And I’m really glad there are little kids out there who get to see pictures of their stuffed animals and dolls with little fake hospital beds and casts as they “rest & heal” before returning to them good as new. Like what a sweet thing to do with your life.
It’s also so good for normalising the idea of illness, hospitals and recovery not being bad or scary places, even if sometimes they’re not very nice, because the people there are doing kind things to make you better so you can go back home. No one knows which kids are going to end up dealing with major traumatic illnesses or injuries, and having a safe framework for the idea of a hospital, a safe, painless, vicarious hospital experience is such valuable preparation
A/N: Sorry, everyone! This is a repost because I think I screwed it up somehow. Here it is again, though! Thanks to everyone who let me know! Also, it gave me the opportunity to add in the appropriate warnings since I was stupid and forgot last time. I’ll put the taglist down again just so it’s obvious that there is a taglist and if you want to be tagged just let me know, and I’ll add you to the list! Also, I edited the action scene because I didn’t like it so even if you’ve read the bulk of this I’d love it if you read that scene again so I can make that awful bit up to you.
“We find this Lucy Thorne, and we interview her; take a statement, ask her a few questions– find out what this thing does. We ask if she’s headed any investigations prior to working at the British Museum. We ask for the names of her superiors in her previous places of employment, maybe even search the place to find what else she might be hiding.” Jacob gestured his point discreetly.
Before you both could stand up, there was a knock at the door. It opened almost immediately to unveil a very old rivalry. He stood tall, with his hair tied back with a red ribbon, dressed as if it was a weekday at the office.
“Good to see people working, even on a Sunday.” He adjusted his cuffs. “Mr Frye, Y/N.”
“Shay.”
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You couldn’t say you were surprised to see him; that’s how you both met. Before you had learned the hard lessons of life, you had taken a particular liking to Shay, but during your relationship, he seemed to change into something you couldn’t remember falling for. The entire ordeal was dealt with discreetly; Henry offered multiple times to bring his actions to justice by sacrificing his rank (which he had since gained after you had broken up with him), but you refused. “It’s not a big deal,” you once said, and you preferred to keep your love life out of the prying public eye.
“What are we working on, Mr Green?”
“Just another case of theft.” The tension in the room was pea soup thick.
“Got any leads?”
“Not yet.”
“Oh, well, be sure to let me know of any developments.” His lips held a smile of hidden meaning as he left, the door clicking shut melting the awkwardness of the situation away.
“I don’t trust him.” Jacob was left staring at the door long after the culprit in question disappeared. “He wasn’t even supposed to be involved in this.”
“He’s let the power get to his head,” Henry assured. “Just keep this meeting between us. I’ll get a warrant typed up while you find out where this Lucy Thorne lives.”
Assimilation (23 / 23) – NSFW (Rick x Reader/OC) Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10 / Part 11 / Part 12 / Part 13 / Part 14 / Part 15 / Part 16 / Part 17 / Part 18 / Part 19 / Part 20 / Part 21 / Part 22 / Part 23
**Bonus art for Assimilation from @rick-all-night-long HERE! / @ravenousscorpian HERE! / @dorklyevil HERE!
Cherry – NSFW (Rick x Reader/OC)
For Love & Chocolate Cake – NSFW (Rick x Reader/OC)
Something Borrowed – SFW (Rick x Reader/OC)
Welcome to Miami (2 / 2) – NSFW (Rick x Reader/OC, Miami Rick x Reader/OC, Rickcest, Reader/OCcest) Part 1 / Part 2
Take It Back – NSFW lite (Rick x Reader/OC)
Higher Power – NSFW (Rick x Reader/OC)
Manipulation (15 / ?) – NSFW (Rick x Reader/OC) Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10 / Part 11 / Part 12 / Part 13 / Part 14 / Part 15
**Bonus art for Manipulation from @ravenousscorpian HERE!
Those Three Words – NSFW (Rick x Reader/OC)
Idle Threats No More – SFW (Rick x Reader/OC)
Also… Thirsty Rick D-74 :)
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Other Multi-Chapter Fics
Protect & Serve (6 / ?) – NSFW (Cop Rick x Reader) Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6
**Bonus art for Protect & Serve from @ravenousscorpian HERE!)
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Requests & One-Shots
Compatibility – NSFW (Kitty Rick x Reader) *Continuation of Heat
Collaboration – NSFW (Ordinary Rick x Reader)
A Day Without Laughter Is A Day Wasted – NSFW (Rick x Reader)
Touchez Moi – SFW (Rick W-248 x Reader)
Heat – NSFW (Kitty Rick x Reader) *Continuation of Anchor
Anchor – NSFW (Kitty Rick x Reader) *Continuation of His
His – SFW (Kitty Rick x Reader)
Going Down? – NSFW (Miami Rick x Reader)
Oral Fixation – NSFW (Bubble Gum Rick x Reader) *Continuation of Hubble Bubble
Hubble Bubble – SFW (Bubble Gum Rick x Reader)
Old Faithful – NSFW (Rick x Male Reader)
I Live For You – NSFW (Evil Rick x Reader/OC)
Insecure – NSFW (Rick x Reader)
Wine & Spirits – NSFW lite (Rick x Reader)
Friday Night, 10:00 PM – SFW (Rick x Reader)
Shotgun – NSFW (Rick x Reader)
Holding Out – NSFW (Flesh Curtains Rick x Reader) *Continuation of Helping Hands
Helping Hands – NSFW (Flesh Curtains Rick x Reader)
**Bonus art for Helping Hands from @smudgethistledraws HERE!)
They jinxed it, you thought as you dragged yourself along the street, Raphael at your side. The city wasn't only sleeping—it was dead.
You and him were alone, trying to get back in touch with everyone after getting split up. The team had been separated by unfortunate circumstances, nothing short of Murphy's Law. If you hadn't believed in the law before, you did, now.
But Raph could and would plow through a horde for you. He had to; he was your friend, the protector, at the moment. Because while you were able to handle yourself to some degree, ultimately, Raph was the one defending the both of you. And not even because you told him to. He took the role up himself, assumed it silently and never complained. You couldn't quite tell if it was because he felt obligated, or if it really was just his nature.
"You see that building up ahead? The tall one." He pointed toward a particular rooftop rising high among the ones around, and you nod. An infected ambled around in an adjacent alleyway. You glanced over at it anxiously, while Raph seemed completely unbothered. He was focused mentally planning their route. "That's our checkpoint. From there, we'll rest and see if we can regroup with the rest of the team."
The infected, a slower, pustule-covered form, started coming toward the two of you, stumbling out with quiet gurgles. "Raph," you said softly, with a tap on his hard shoulder. He glanced back at you before pulling out his sai, running at the infected and quickly dispatching it by a stab right in the eye socket. He avoided the sickly green caps.The creature fell heavily, and some of the pustules popped on the pavement, squeezing out a foul-smelling concoction of mutagen and infector cells. It amazed you every time just how fast he could get it done, the killing. And without fear—a few infected were more of an inconvenience to him than anything. He got in and got out, all the while you were left in awe at his ability to work on autopilot.
"Actually," he muttered, stepping around the body and into the alleyway the Infector had just come from. He noticed the fire escape and decided they'd take it from there on the rooftops. "I think we can get there from here. Feel like a little roof-running?" he asked you, throwing a subtle smile over.
Anything to get off the streets. Down there, it was bad. You had to look around every corner, watch your back even more carefully, and even then, straggling infected would still manage to slip under the radar. Though, luckily, Raph often was able to predict the movements of groups, which was what made you avoid the building horde making its way through the city. It was still a major scare to think you were clear and suddenly have a hunter-class infected jump out at you.
"Yeah," you answered him, following into the alleyway. "Yeah, let's do that. There are way too many Infectors down here." A shudder crawled up your spine to think about what the ooze those things carried could do to people.
He leaped up onto the railing, while you took the stairs. "It ain't the Infectors you have to worry about. It's the Hunters," he replied, pulling himself into the edge of the roof. You finished your ascent up the staircase as quietly as possible, and he met you at the top, grabbing your hand and helping you up the rest of the way. "But don't worry; I'll make sure none of 'em get you." You leaned forward and looked at him with a small smile, noting what he said. And that he still hadn't let go of your hand. "Or me," he added quickly as he released your hand and turned away to survey the series of buildings ahead.
You laughed, "Well, I'd be pretty screwed if I lost you, Raph. I kinda rely on you, y'know?"
Unknown to you, those last words would stick with him. For a long time.
"Yeah…" he trailed off. He didn't know how to respond to that. Of course, he'd been relied upon before; by Mikey, especially. He knew what that felt like. But protecting this girl? There was a new sense of pressure. Even Mikey could handle himself well enough alone. But there wasn't anything for you to fall back on, should he be out of the equation. No ninja training, not much knowledge of how to use a melee weapon aside from the basics, and guns were few and far between. Very far. A gang would trade you one, if you were lucky. Most people weren't lucky in that regard. Raph didn't want you anywhere near those thugs, anyway.
Between the two of you was nothing but the sound of the breeze. The city was almost dead silent, save for the occasional racket of survivors, or feral animals. Both were in low numbers; most of the city—the country—had been turned. The rate at which the infection spread was astonishing. Only here and there would a lonely human cause ruckus anywhere.
Raph cleared his throat, "We should get moving. Sun's going down and we need to hunker down for the night, the Hunters will be wakin' up soon."
"Sounds good," you said as you stretched your tight muscles out. Hours of almost nonstop walking and jogging could really work up some nasty knots.
You moved forward, him naturally taking the lead as you both made your ways across the roofs, him helping you along when you needed it, and you keeping watch for stragglers while you were at it. Sometimes, there would be other people up there. Other times, former people.
Coming up to a run down building, Raph made the last jump across, expecting you to be able to handle it. But you were hesitant, your body worn and weary from days of over exertion, and today was the straw that broke the camel's back. After all this time, you just couldn't muster the strength to clear the gap yourself.
Raph was about to go on ahead when he noticed you hadn't made it across yet, and he called out, "Y/N, what're you doing over there? Come on, this is our stop."
You wanted to do it, for the sake of his convenience, but it was too far. You could have over or underestimated and plummeted down into the alley below, gotten incapacitated, and became even more baggage. He watched as you backpedaled from the ledge. "I can't," you answered, slightly ashamed, "it's too far of a jump. I can't do it."
You watched as Raph easily bounded across, landing in front of you. "Here," he motioned for you to step in, and you did, where he then picked you right up into his arms and started backing further away. He'd lended you a helping hand before, a catch, sometimes, but never had he picked you up like this. "Wrap your arms around my neck, this is a little dodgy," he instructed you. He tried to ignore the fluttery feeling it gave him when you did what he'd said to do, wrapping your arms around his sturdy neck as he got ready to leap the gap. You were comfortable enough—Raph was strong. Really strong. But the threat of you both falling still have you anxiety, and for that, you had to clamp your eyes shut.
Without a word, he took off in a dash, one powerful leg launching the both of you off the edge. His arms tightened around you somehow more than they had been before. And for a brief second you felt wind. You still couldn't open your eyes, only focused on the feeling of almost absolute security in Raph's grip. Next was the hard landing, which jarred you out of your brief moment of warmth. He grunted, following through into a crouch and setting you down on your feet.
"You alright?" you asked him, concerned, placing a light hand on his shell.
He had a level of endurance that far exceeded the average person's, but even Raph was getting tired. He despised feeling weak, but his body was now actively working against him. He felt slow and heavy for his standards, running on fumes and secretly desperate for rest. As good of a sleep as he could get without worrying about being ambushed by something, be it human or otherwise. He knew he'd be back to the grind soon enough though because you needed sleep, too, and he would die before leaving you undefended in such a vulnerable state.
You realized then just now exhausted he was as he rose, taking in a deep breath. "I'm alright, let's just...clear the place and get in there," he said.
He approached the door into the stairwell and listened for a second before trying the knob. Locked. He was impatient to get in and finally be able to rest, so he just kicked the door in with everything he had, deciding to deal with anything that might be in there as they came. You grimaced; stairwells were awful places to fight anyone or anything.
Collecting yourself, you came over and peered in along with him. "Easy there, shouldn't we be quiet?" you questioned him in earnest.
He never intended to be rude to you, but his mood got the best of him, and he snapped back with a sigh, "Look, I'll get rid of them, okay? It's not like you're the one going in and killing them, so just stay out of the way and let me get it done."
You backed out of the doorway and shot him a look as if to say, are you serious? You knew Raph was prone to moodiness, but you'd never expected it to be targeted your way.
Shit. He slapped his hand onto the doorframe and leaned his forehead on it, groaning. Not even at you, but himself, because he'd just snapped at his only friend and ally out here at the moment. Seeing the flash of the look of hurt on your face at his words made him feel like a total asshole.
"I'm sorry," he mumbled after a minute of uncomfortable silence. He looked back at you, eyes falling on the sombreness of your expression. "I'm just tired. I'll be more careful here on out, if it makes you feel better. I know you're just trying to look out for us, trust me. I do."
"It's okay," you said softly. "Don't worry about it. Let's get in there now, yeah?" you nudged him, stepping in. You looked over the railing in search of anything suspicious. Oxidized blood, the hybrid mutagenic fluid that the Infectors secreted. No, it all appeared clean. But that didn't mean it was safe. Raph descended the stairs slowly, listening for anything he could pick up on. The two of you were surprised that it seemed clear, maybe even skeptical, but it didn't stop you as your paced picked up. Raph kept you behind him at all times with his sai out and ready.
"You think it's good?" you whisper, leaning your head over his shoulder. His eyes scanned the surroundings in the hallway you had just been lead into, still searching for any red flags.
There was nothing. No sounds, no signs of infected, and deathly quiet. The lack of noise disturbed Raph more than anything, but if it meant one night of peace, he'd take anything he could get.
"The residents must've abandoned this place when the evacs happened," you noted.
"Everyone should have stayed. Maybe then we would have had a chance of actually containing this thing and Donnie wouldn't have to be busting his ass to save us all. If that's even possible at this point."
He let his guard down a little. All he wanted to do was pick out any random apartment and take it over for the night. Trying the one on his left, the door slowly opened to reveal a messy studio, papers strewn about, cabinets still open, things discarded on the floor. He almost melted just seeing the couch, let alone a bed.
You were watching the hall just to make sure, but felt his calloused hand land on your forearm, pulling you in.
"Wow," you breathed out. "I never thought I'd be so happy to see such a mess. I feel like I haven't slept in three years," you muttered to yourself, shutting the door behind you.
Raph wandered around the room as he made his last checks behind the counters and such before he finally relaxed and slid his sais back into their holders. "No kidding," he commented. "I'd bet there's nothing to eat in here, though."
"Can't hurt to try."
Turned out that there wasn't anything but a couple of granola bars and a single bottle of water you'd found under the kitchen table. Probably rolled under there and the owner never noticed, but you were running low on your water supply, as your backpack was starting to feel light.
Raph kept the blinds closed tight in fear of being spotted from the window, even though it was practically a wasteland out there, but you couldn't help but part them a bit to catch a glimpse of the sun going down. That beautiful, warm glow that the Golden Hour produced, and the way it painted the sky. Though, it wasn't all that visible from where you were.
Sunset came and went and gave way to night. It was dark in the apartment; no electricity was being routed there, and so the only thing that lit up the area was the lone lantern you had sitting on the coffee table. Your eyelids were becoming so heavy that you couldn't stop to care if the furniture had bed bugs or other gross stuff. It was comfortable on your aching back, that's what mattered. You lay down on it and was already dozing off when Raph padded by. He stopped. You were so tired, he could see that. He could stand to stay up for a few more hours, he told himself—he would do that.
As you slept, he spent his time cleaning his weapons, adjusting his gear, snacking on what little the two of you shared. Also thinking. About how tired he was in that moment, his brothers (wherever they were), and finally...you. He found his gaze shifting from the knife in his lap that he'd been sharpening to you, sound asleep on the couch and for the first time in days, looking at peace. You had dark circles under your eyes, bumps and scrapes all over your body, yet for a little while, you'd forgotten all about it. Because you were asleep, obviously, but even though he was downright beat, he couldn't bring himself to disturb you. Not yet, at least. The clock on the wall was still ticking on. It was quiet, except for that—Raph couldn't complain. He softened watching you. There was something comforting to him about being able to drop the act and just observe you without having to talk. He wasn't always good at talking. He judged that perhaps you were only trying to fill the silence when you kept rambling or muttering, which was understandable. It made him wonder briefly if you felt awkward when he was quiet.
Raph was on his proverbial last leg in terms of his wakefulness when he heard your voice, the slightest call that was almost inaudible. He set his gear aside and shifted towards you where he sat on the coffee table, trying to figure out if you were only dreaming, or if you really needed something.
"You awake?" he whispered.
Arm dangling off the couch, you rested your face on your other hand. "Yeah," you answered through a dry throat. He remembered the bottle of water from earlier and reached into the backpack at his feet, handing it to you. He'd already drank over half of it.
"How long have you been laying there awake while I could have been getting some shut-eye?" he jested. You did your best to muster a smile, but it wasn't going. It wasn't like you to be so solemn.
He spoke again as you downed the rest of the water, "Uh...joking. Are you—"
"Can you hold me?"
You weren't looking at him. Your eyes were closed, and on the inside, you asked yourself why you'd said it. Maybe it was the mid-sleep grogginess, or you had just lost all care in the world. He was staring at you, but in the low light, you could hardly see his expression. He swallowed; oh, how this had taken him off guard.
"Just for a little bit."
He was going to stammer out something, he wasn't sure what, but anything to relieve the mix of awkward embarrassment he was feeling. He wanted to crawl into that couch with you, to feel the warmth of your body against his cold one—why couldn't he move? Why was it so hard to just say: "Yes, I can hold you."
He could fight. He could defend. What he couldn't do was comprehend his own emotions.
"I, uh…do you feel unsafe, or something?" He felt stupid to ask that, but that part of his mind wanted to rationalize your request. He would feel vulnerable in your shoes. He knew that for a fact. But really, he was aware that wasn't the case, you feeling unsafe; he was there. Your sentinel, willing to push himself as far as he possibly could, and then some.
A sigh left you, and the single word, "Please."
No more thinking. Just do.
He sat up, tentative in his approach to your tired form. You shifted back as far into the cushions of the couch that you could, offering him the space on the edge. He climbed down, and after a minute of trying to situate all of your limbs, he was finally comfortable. He would be lying to say his heart wasn't beating faster, that it didn't feel weird to drape his arm around you the way he did, being pressed against your back like that. Despite everything, it felt natural. Right. Like he'd been missing something that whole time, and as soon as he had pulled you into him, he had a revelation.
There were no words exchanged. Just the sound of the clock ticking and the both of your breaths as you were lulled back into sleep. He couldn't sleep yet. You still had an hour to go before it was his turn. Not that it bothered him. Not then; he wanted to be conscious for this, the feeling of fullness he had with how you seemed to fit against his body so well. The contrast of soft skin to his scales, his lean, solid muscles compared to your own less-developed. His fingers brushed along your wrist in some of the lightest touches he'd ever administered. His leg found its way over your own.
What started rigid and awkward now had melted him. His body hadn't felt that loose in a long time.
Whatever the next move was, he was fine with it. The team was close to finding each other after four days of separation. There was a horde forming outside, gathering up to blow through the city in one last sweep. But as long as they got where they needed to go, he didn't mind it at all.
a/n: i 100% did not feel like explaining how or why they got separated from the rest of the group just be along for the ride bby
Damn you guys, I haven't been here in years, like tf? And it's pretty much the same lol but thanks to anyone who has had the audacity to look on my profile cuz I know I sure as hell wouldn't have. Anyways probs won't post much sorry :/
I was in Sephora when I heard “every time we touch” and I swear my mind flashed to every anime/cartoon AMV from like 2009 that used that song. It felt like an out of body experience.
Bakugou’s hands slid high enough to reach his pecs, and thumbed over his nipples as he pulled away to level that searing gaze at him. “Say that again, Cherry.”
Kirishima licked his lips, thinking, and tilted his head back til it hit the door, breathing heavily at the attention to his chest. “Make me, Blondie.” He felt like he was gambling, watching colored wheels spinning into place, as he said it, and when he watched the other’s eyes dilate like a cat’s, all he could think was: jackpot.
Words: 3301, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou
Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou
Additional Tags: Porn with maybe a little bit of plot, Rimming, quirkless au, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, Anal Sex, Edging, Anal Fingering, Overstimulation, a little spanking, as a treat, Boxer Bakugou Katsuki, Drinking, Multiple Orgasms, Tattoos, Tattooed Bakugou Katsuki, Top Kirishima Eijirou, Kinda, Masochism
This is based on a message I received a few days ago that made me freak out and spiral completely out of control. I don’t add people on Facebook that I do not know, so this message was either sent to me by a family member or a close friend-which is what hurt the most. So I wrote a little something because I’m garbage and I’m really bummed about it, but this can go out to anyone who has to deal with anonymous assholes like I do.
remember when stan started complaining after he offered to pay for jimmy’s medical bills and then started to unconsciously take out his anger towards his ex-wife on him and broke up with him platonically and was just being one big dumb dumb in general but despite all that jimmy still ran into that bar to make sure stan was okay, beat the crap out of a guy, and carried stan out of there ????
and then he waited in the hospital waiting room for like a full 15-20 minutes for him. and when stan finally reunited with him stan was just one big mess of emotions and apologies bc he realized he was being a horrible friend but jimmy stops him halfway through his apology to tell him he’s just glad stan’s okay like ??? okay jimmy we get it you love him unconditionally and you’re willing to be patient with him because despite all of stan’s flaws you know he’s a good person at heart like we gET IT
