Pairing: Jason Todd x Trauma
Tags: Angst, Trauma, Triggering content, Suicidal ideation, alcoholism, PTSD
Summary: Briefly delving into what I think Jason’s nights look like
Misc: A Drabble, not edited at all,
A/N: I will in fact be expanding on this because god knows I have so much to say about him I just needed to get this out of my system
They say that recovery isn’t linear, but sometimes Jay feels like he’s going in a god damned circle.
The days aren’t great. When he’s not rotting in bed he knows that it’s following him. So he doesn’t blame his friends and family for the looks. For expecting him to snap at any moment.
Because he does.
Theres no real pattern as to when it happens. Sometimes there’s no real pattern as what sets him off. Nails on a chalkboard in some 80s movie, a firework, metal hitting concrete, unexpected physical affection, a laugh.
A smile.
It sets him off. Jason loses his shit on anyone and everyone around him. He yells and throws things, destroys furniture and gear. He destroys the progress he builds.
Then he leaves.
He disappears for days, weeks, months at a time. The only sign of him is the sporadic spikes of violently beaten and battered pimps and drug dealers around the city.
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He can never tell if the nights get worse after an episode, they all start to bleed together.
A trash can earns a permanent place on the side of the bed for the nights the nausea keeps him from making it to the bathroom. A bottle of whatever liquor was cheapest lives on his nightstand. Why buy anything good when he’s going to down the whole bottle until he passes out anyway?
On the nights drinking doesn’t help he sits with his back all the way to his headboard, eyes wide as he sits with his knees clutched to his chest.
And suddenly he’s that child again. Not the boy wonder, but the child who sat by his mothers side in his childhood home. The one who watched her breathing, dreading the moment the moment it would stop.
He sits alone in a bedroom stuck in the past, chin on his knees as he stares ahead. The shadows whisper to him and the laugh that haunts him echoes in the darkness. He waits to be taken again, killed.
Jason isn’t religious but he prays he stays dead this time.
Tags: Angst, implied smut
Summary: Iida has always been an outstanding citizen, friend, and hero. He's traditional and a little uptight. So it makes sense that all of Japan is taken by surprise when he of all people gets caught up in a scandal.
Misc: One night stand, AgedUp!, ProHeroAU, Fem!Reader, originally a one shot
A/N: This is going to be continued starting 2025
Tenya Iida: Anyone you asked would tell you he would never engage in anything that could endanger his family name or his reputation as Ingenium. Even in fan interactions, he was rather formal - keeping his hands and personal opinions to himself. He had worked his entire career, almost ten years since his attending UA, to be perfectly spic and span. There was no room for errors or scandals in his long-term plans.
So, what in God's name had happened for things to end up like this?
(L/N) (F/N) happened.
It had been another long day of saving Japan and filling out all the damn paperwork that came with it. Iida was dead tired and already on his way home when he passed a bar. It was one many of his coworkers and old classmates frequented. Even though he had a vague familiarity with it he hardly ever had the urge to enter, especially on his own. Still, something in him convinced him to pull in that night.
Iida took exactly three steps into the building before he saw her. She sat in a U-shaped booth in the corner of the room, alone. The lighting did little for her (h/c) hair and her (s/c) skin, but her face, well, Iida doubted there was anything in the world that could take away from that beauty. She radiated confidence, her demeanor indicating she was quite content in her own company, yet she remained approachable to those who dared to engage. Iida tried to remember a time when he had felt both intimidated and utterly fascinated at the same time.
He took another sip of the scotch he had been nursing and, as he looked up, made eye contact. Nearly spitting out his mouthful, he set his cup down. She smiled at him. An unfamiliar warmth built in the pit of his stomach. 'There's still time to walk away,' said the part of him that knew better.
For the first time in his life, Iida ignored his conscience.
"Finally, you sure kept me waiting long enough." She said, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "You were waiting... for me?" He asked, his voice almost a whisper. "Since the second you walked in the door." She replied, gesturing for him to take a seat. Iida cleared his throat, "I, uh, wasn't sure you wanted anyone's company." He said as he took a seat, making sure to leave a respectable distance between them.
"I didn't." She spoke. An icy discomfort settled quickly over Iida as he scrambled over how to reply. "But you're not just anyone." She said with a sly smile. Iida felt conflicted. Part of him said that she wanted to keep his company because of his status or his wealth. The unreasonable part, the one who had rarely ever spoken, told him it was because she felt the same electric connection he had too.
For the second time in his life, Iida ignored his conscience.
Before Iida could come up with any sort of idle chat, she spoke again, asking something that very much took him by surprise. "There's no way a heartbreaker like yourself is still," She paused, "Inexperienced, is there?" Iida's face nearly burst into flames. She laughed, almost coldly.
She scooted over, closing that respectful gap he had left between them inch by inch. He looked into her alluring eyes and began to feel unreasonably enticed to close the gap between their lips. "Am I being too forward? Do you want me to stop?" She asked. Iida looked down at her lips, "No," He leaned in and so did she.
Iida, never a romantic, felt for the first time what his friends had described to him. There were sparks. A connection he was certain they both felt and before he could stop himself he was absolutely, inexplicably head over heels in love. Iida became overwhelmed not just by the urge to deepen their kiss but to get the hell out of that booth and pin her against the wall in the nearest alley. Hell, he was on the verge of taking her then and there.
The next thing he knew they were in a hotel and he was being shoved onto the bed. Their clothes littered the flood and gentle touches suddenly became much rougher, much more demanding and needy. It was the kind of sex that leaves you breathless and wanting more. And they did have more, much much more. The feeling of his skin against hers, the sounds of her breathy moans, and her calling his name were still fresh in his mind the next morning when he woke up alone.
He briefly entertained the thought that maybe she was in the bathroom, but seeing her clothes gone confirmed it. Regret filled his head and heart. Iida threw his beliefs of courting someone properly before doing something so intimate aside for someone who didn't even give her name. More than anything, he was disappointed he wouldn't have the chance to pursue anything more with her.
Iida had but a brief moment to wallow in his pity before it started. In just a few minutes everyone in Japan knew about last night. Iida watched as the messages came flooding in. He clicked on the first article he had been sent, which came with a picture of the two of them entering the hotel together. If that hadn't been enough, the headline read:
Pairing: Denki Kaminari x Reader x Sero Hanta
Tags: Angst, Love triangle
Summary: After what seems like ages of being a lonely house spouse, your husbands best friend starts to check up on you. However, this innocent act quickly turns into something much more.
Misc: Cheater!Reader, HouseSpouse!Reader, Fem!Reader
A/N: part one maybe?
When you think of why this all started, it seems obvious. The two of you had long since drifted apart. Denki only ever came home to sleep, if he even felt the need to do that. The only time you even saw him was on T.V., surrounded by other much more beautiful women who were vital to his popularity, to his career. The world needed him as the Stun Gun hero, Chargebolt, but you needed him as your Denki. The bond the two of you shared was sacred. That’s why you knew you should feel guilty about what you had done -what you were doing- but that was the worst part; You didn’t.
You really had loved him when the two of you were younger. Perhaps it was because you were naïve and in love that made you think his messages and occasional thoughtful gifts would always be enough for you. However, the truth was the devastating loneliness of being a house wife was too much. It wasn’t that you didn’t try other things. You had hundreds of hobbies to fill the gap - but none of them could fill the gap he left. Except for one. When his best friend began to check up on you, that was the beginning of the end.
.
It hadn’t started as such, but your illicit affair with Sero Hanta quickly became hot and heavy. It was just sex. He was there to not only fill the gap that your husband's absence left in you, but to fill anything else you pleased. The first kiss was soft and tentative, but when you gave him the go ahead, it changed into so much more. It was fueled with longing and desire. It made you feel beautiful and wanted. His hands slowly made their way down from your face to your hips. His touch light and feathery.
You guided him to the bedroom and he laid you down. Your skin ached with lust as Sero touched you in all the right places. His tongue, his lips, his hips - it was all driving you over the edge. The both of you moved fluidly and in sync. He seemed to know your every want without you having to tell him. He left you breathless in a way that Denki never did.
It was fine. You could stop yourself anytime you wanted. You were using Sero in Denki’s place the same way Sero was using you in the absence of a partner. At least that’s what you kept telling yourself, until, one day, you found yourself sitting across from him in public. Then came the glancing down at your hands and the urge to intertwine them. There were conversations that lasted for hours about everything and nothing all at once. The kissing grew gentler, the sex less frequent but somehow more fulfilling. Then the dreaded words that sent a shiver down your spine;
“ I love you. ”
You weren’t even entirely sure he had meant to say it, it came out so casually. The conversation came to a standstill. Suddenly the background noises became unbearably loud. “I-”“Do you mean it?”
“Do you want me to?” Never before had you been so unsure of what your answer should be. “I have to think about-” “Hey!” Came a voice that used to be oh so familiar.
“Hey, Denki, what’s up, bro?” Hanta asked with a grin. You stiffened as you felt him come up behind you. “What’s this? Sero Hanta on a date?” He asked before getting a good look at who was sitting down. “Oh, (Y/n), what a surprise!” Denki exclaimed.
“What are you two doing together?” He asked, pulling up a chair. “Oh, you know, just talking about what the best way to dump you would be.” Sero said with a grin. Your breathing stopped. “Smartass.” Denki said, giving Sero a well placed punch in the shoulder. “Nah, just happened to run into each other while I was on patrol. Realized how long it’s been since we’ve seen each other and decided to catch up. How can we all work at the same agency and not talk to each other anymore?”
As Sero steered the conversation into more casual waters, your breathing returned to its normal pace. Denki, of course, spent only a couple minutes with them before getting recognized. “Ah, looks like my fans have found me and I am way too tired to do autographs today. Handle this for me while I walk my wife home, will you, Sero?” “Sure, what are friends for?”
You followed Denki to his parked car about a block away. “So did you and Sero get to catch up? What did you guys talk about?” The blonde asked. “About how much has changed since we were all in school, mostly.” You said, eyes trained on the window. A new feeling of unease grew in the pit of your stomach. Guilt.
You felt so guilty just sitting next to him. “(Y/n)?” “Huh?” “I said I’m sorry.” You had been so wrapped up in your anxious thoughts, you hadn’t even realized the car had long since come to a halt at your front door. “I know I’ve been gone for so long and we haven’t gotten any time together lately. I’m sorry.”
“O-Oh. Don’t worry about it Denki, I’m fine on my own.” You replied. “Of course, you are. You’re (F/n)(L/n), strongest hero in Japan.” He said. “But you shouldn’t have to do everything by yourself. I’m gonna take some time off so we can be together again.”
Tears welled up in your eyes as your anxiety and guilt reached their peak. His arms wrapped around you, bringing you into a gentle embrace. “I know, I’ve missed you too, my love.”
