Title: Let Me Help Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader Synopsis: Tom learns one of your deepest secrets and wants to help. Word Count: 1.9k WARNING: SMUT SMUT SMUT SO ENTER AT UR OWN RISK A/N: This wasn’t requested, and it’s my very first smut ever, so please go easy on me!! And thank you @spideysosterfield for sending me this pic and causing my thirst.
I really like your Villain!Deku HC!!! Can you do more, maybe NSFW ones. or anything really :3
(Trust me, I got more where that came from! Here! Have a formal banquet AU!)
Though Deku doesn’t normally go out a lot, he does attend formal events if it comes down to attendance being mandatory. These sorts of formal events are underground villain banquets, where villains from all across the globe visit to show off their accomplishments along with recruiting any young villains in training.
Quite honestly, the only reason Deku attends despite not wanting to, is because of the drinks and the women who would show off what sort of power they and their villain guilds hold. Deku isn’t much of a ladies man, but he does have the suave confidence to seduce any sort of information he can out of them.
The sort of information he asks for is what sort of power certain villains in other guilds have, and their locations. The reason for this, is so he could later destroy or experiment on them in the future. It’s all for the…’notes’.
The way he seduces women is fairly easy to him. He always keeps his confidence in check and watches his words carefully while also ‘thin slicing’ any sort of happenings around them that could’ve lead them to villainy. He finds it a bore how the reason is something he considers ‘petty’.
“I can see it in your eyes…you had issues in your past before running away from home my lady…” *grows a tiny, charming smile* “I can’t imagine how someone as lovely as you could live through so much pain…your mother dying in a hospital after you were born, and your father being a horrible man…tainting you and your beauty with his awful infection called his touch…” *takes her hand and gives her knuckles a soft kiss* “A beauty..no…a gem like you should be loved by the world…”
Meanwhile in Deku’s head: ‘Tch. What a fucking easy out.’
Though he does hold respect towards women, he dislikes women who are weak minded, has no resolve, or is weak in physical strength. The personality he could give less of a shit about.
To the ladies who had dealt with their fair share of his charm, they call him “The Devil in Angel’s Clothing”.
Deku is a hell of a lot smarter than when he was a hero in training. In fact, he considers himself more clever and daring. After all, before anything happens, he’s always one step ahead, and even takes the time to sort through anything he’s missed before taking any rash chances.
Deku’s quite the gambler. He treats life like a game, and choices like a gamble where he places his bets.
He even gambled several times during his stay in the Villain banquets and he wins every single time. His secret? He cheats and rigs it. It still amazes him how they’ve never caught him or even considered that the villains who play could rig the system of each game.
It’s a bit of a rarity for Deku to find a lady he considers ‘special’, but when he does, he wants to spend every second with her for the rest of the night.
It’s extremely rare for Deku to lead a woman away to spend a one night stand with her. Mainly because he doesn’t want to raise a future villain that holds his genetics.
There are moments in the banquet where you can sing up on stage, perform your talents that no one acknowledged, show off your powers, and even slow dance on the dance floor. It’s a way of showcasing yourself to help you gain more recognition throughout the world.
Deku always take these chances whenever he feels is necessary. And whenever he has gained enough confidence. At one point, he saw a few villains showing off their talents, so whenever he feels it, he may as well take part in it.
He mostly just stays on the dance floor dancing with women who accepts his offered invitation. His swift and slow moves and his gentle holds on them are what helps him get the information so much easier than using just his words and confidence alone. Put those four things together, and he instantly has them melting in his arms.
He sells out the information he learned to his league as soon as they leave. And boy, does it feel so good to stab em in the back. Especially when it comes to breaking promises to the women he seduced.
Thanks to @oldmythos I put some thought into why I love Keith so much…
I love Keith because he’s trying.
His life hasn’t been an easy one. Shiro’s trauma was physical, but Keith’s was emotional. All his life he learned the hard way how to care for himself, to fight to survive, that the world was a cold, cruel place. He was orphaned at a young age, it was implied he got into trouble and that Shiro was the only one he had. I get the sense that his deepest motivation, the core of him, is the fear of being abandoned.
He acts on impulse, without thought for himself. He leaps to defend and has a strong desire to do what’s right. There’s this vulnerable innocence about him, he cares too deeply, but because of isolation does not know how to read people or relate to them. He feels lost and confused; alone or disconnected even though deep down he doesn’t want to be.
He’s afraid, but he pushes it away because he hasn’t really had anyone to care for him or protect him. He ignores his own pain to do his duty or not worry the others. Maybe he is even hesitant to form attachments because of bad past experience, but once he opens up to someone he is extremely loyal and feels deeply, but doesn’t really know how to express it. But he tries. He tries so hard even though he might get hurt and left again.
He will fight to the death for someone he cares about, even though he may still have a awkward time making conversation with them. Actions are easier than words, and that’s how he shows his emotions. Only those very close to would be able to discern what he’s feeling by what he does. In canon we see that he is more open and at ease around Shiro, wish is so foreign to him it makes me wonder what happened to get him to that point.
Most of what I’ve written is from Keith’s pov because I find it easy to get inside his head and relate to him. I’d love to hear from others in the fandom with their take on the subject!
So I still don’t know how art works entirely… but I drew the captain of my heart and figured I’d share so that if I ever do improve down the line, I can look back on this, smoking a pipe in a rocking chair, and muse, “We’ve come an awful long way, friend.” Ahem. But anyway…
Make my messes matter. Make this chaos count. Let every little fracture in me Shatter out loud.
“Dammit, Kara,” Lena growled from the living room as she tripped over something.
The culprit smiled to herself before taking a sip of her coffee and resumed her amused appraisal of the absolute wrath to which she’d exacted upon Lena’s poor refrigerator. She cocked her head and tried to figure out how she did, and even more impressively, how Lena survived it.
Integral Intimacies – a Jarrich College AU (conceived by the wonderful @dontcheckthebasement ages ago, but I just got around to putting this together.)
Jared’s been bounced around from foster home to foster home all throughout his life, but he’s finally making his own way on a scholarship to Vassar. Nearby lives Richard Hendricks who’s brilliant, troubled, and born with a silver spoon in his mouth. When Jared takes up a job as Richard’s grandmother’s caretaker, an unlikely friendship is struck up between the pair that spans staggeringly different social classes and upbringings– much to the chagrin of Richard’s parents.
“Weren’t you wearing those tattered jeans yesterday?” Richard asks. Jared looks down at himself, a wave of self-consciousness washing over him. He stands awkwardly in the middle of the Hendricks’ garden, newspaper and small paper cup of pills in hand for Gloria. The jeans are a good few inches too short and expose his bony ankles.
“I mean, they’re still clean.” What Jared doesn’t say is that he didn’t have time to do laundry in between studying and work and the few hours of precious sleep he grabs at night.
Richard stares at Jared, head cocked just slightly. It reminds Jared faintly of going through airport security, but with more curiosity. There’s something in Richard’s eyes that conveys he doesn’t understand what Jared is saying. “I saw some jeans that would fit you really well at the store the other day.”
Richard nods. It’s clear neither boy knows exactly what Richard is trying to accomplish, but he continues, “Yeah. Wanna go try ‘em on after you’re done here?”
“Oh.” Jared stands up a little straighter. “Richard,” he starts, “your parents made it fairly clear to me that we shouldn’t, um…” Jared glances around the expansive garden; bursts of red and yellow punctuate the dewy earth. “I believe your parents made it very clear that we shouldn’t be friends. I’m here on strictly business.”
“Fuck that,” Richard says.
Jared, shocked at the casual outburst, smiles. Yeah, frick that, he thinks to himself. “Okay,” he says instead. Everything feels buoyant suddenly. Dangerous. “It’ll be a secret.”
Soooo @captainwiley and I started talking about drabbles and it somehow resulted in a drabble challenge so for the next few days, I will post drabbles which will not be longer than +/- 100 words and will be inspired by a song.
Drabble 1 is some Camelot Dark One angst and inspired by Choir To The Wild by Solomon Grey
It began as an experiment. She just stopped, kept her mouth firmly shut.
The voices wouldn’t stop whispering, talking, screaming.
But not a sound left her lips.
She was a pale, marble statue in the moonlight.
With every minute he breathed and she did not, she grew more distressed.
Because physically she was fine, immortal, but mentally…
Her hands covered her mouth while tears sprang in her eyes.
Then she moved. Or he did. His hands grabbed her cheeks, the movement forceful with his worry, his concern for her well-being.
And so she did. She breathed but did not sleep. She breathed but did not feel alive.
A continuation of this that I didn’t think I’d actually do but…here it is anyway. Again, Blackmadhi, with implied past Blackbright/Phantomquill and a lot of focus on Simon’s mental state. Deals once again with Simon’s PTSD and includes descriptions of a panic attack. Approx. 2600 words.
that first night, Simon would be lying if he said that things hadn’t gotten
better with Nahyuta within the next couple of days.
investigation seemed to run smoother, and even though they still bickered some,
it was mostly teasing, and the two prosecutors would smile at each other after
delivering some half-hearted insults.
Yes, once in a while they would actually get frustrated, but that was
mostly due to the contrasts in their personalities. Luckily, it would not really last.
was even able to find a local restaurant that specialized in Japanese food, and
surprised Simon with that one evening, which had made him smile rather happily
instead of just giving one of his trademark sly smirks. He could have sworn he saw Nahyuta’s cheeks
tinge pink after that, but perhaps he had just imagined it, because the foreign
prosecutor had turned his face away.
the nights had gotten a little bit better, if only because Nahyuta had been
able to drag him out of his nightmares almost as quickly as they began. Each time he slept, as soon as Fulbright’s
face materialized in his mind, Nahyuta was gently shaking Simon awake. It was poetic, Simon couldn’t help but
think…when Fulbright’s face – only existing in his unconscious thoughts –
disappeared and Nahyuta’s took its place.
At times, Simon had felt an overwhelming urge to reach out and touch the
other prosecutor’s features…his cheeks, his hair, his lips…if only because
Simon wanted to make sure that he was real.
I already know that we are going to pretend that the other has never existed. I know it from the way you start replacing your promises to return with drunk kisses on my cheek. Bad choices we don’t mean are easier to forget than words. I know it from how the pain dulls. An old echo dying, killing itself over and over again every time you say my name like there is still love attached to it. I can already tell we won’t hate each other– we’ll just forget. You will look back and find that the last time we were happy, my hair was still black and everything afterwards will just blur in the peroxide. I will think of you and wonder if your birthday falls on the 4th or 14th and why that still matters; it will feel like nothing when I realize it doesn’t. Some people talk about how it hurts to remember. I wish I could tell them it feels like nothing when you forget.
Toby and Tim end up cuddling on the couch watching movies if one of them gets stressed.
Whenever Toby twitches while drawing, Tim reassures him that anything he makes is perfect. Toby decided to do abstract art from then on.
Tim asks Toby to draw when he’s upset. This is becuase art can show emotions easier than words can.
Becuase of Toby’s bipolar disorder, he can sometimes snap at people randomly. With Tim’s anger issues, they both have to yell at eachother to get everything out. It’s barely ever angry at eachother, it’s the world. This helps them calm eachother down.
They adopted a pet cat named Muffins, and also got a dog named Chocolate. Muffins is a Maine Coon cat, and Chocolate is a Brown Labrador.
They trade off taking care of their pets, and Muffins likes to sleep next to Toby. The funniest thing is that when Tim wakes up, Chocolate is sitting on his head. This got harder as Chocolate got bigger, giving Tim some neck pains.
Toby is excellent at massages, so whenever they find that Chocolate was sleeping on Tim, Toby can help.
Author: Mikala Characters: I wrote this with Dean Winchester x Reader in mind, so that’s where it’s going on the masterlist; but I only used he and she pronouns, so really it could be any male character x any female character! Word Count: 650+ Warnings: I made myself sad while writing this. Author’s Note: Song fic!! Based on Let It Go by James Bay. This is a re-post from my old SPN blog.
Summary: They fall apart. They let go. (gif not mine)
The part two is here, hopefully you’ll love the ending. Once again, like if you enjoy the reading and let me know what you feel/think about this. From now on, I’ll be posting more of my scenarios and you can make requests too.
pairing: taehyung x reader genre: angst word count: 1.9k part one
“Y/N?” He managed to mumble between heavy breaths.
“Why are you so surprised, Tae?” She
laughed looking at him with a wide smile. The girl stepped in and pecked the
boy’s lips quickly, as she did in the past.
Taehyung stood there, eyeing Y/N while
she took her shoes and coat off, he was shocked and nervous. His mind had a
thousand ideas and the main one was that’s
it, he finally went crazy, for real, this time.
“My love, why are you standing there?
Close the door and get here with me.” She said, still smiling, thinking the
situation was really funny. Taehyung was her favorite weirdo.
After the shiver that ran through his
spine because of her voice, the artist did as she told, his actions automatic
as he couldn’t believe his sight. Is this a dream? No, of course not. However,
he knows it isn’t real, either. In the back of his mind, he wonders if this is
the hallucination his masochistic self has been longing for.
“Y/N, I’m not trying to be rude but what
the fuck is going on?” If it is to be
crazy, then he would be it, Taehyung thought.
The girl looked at him nonchalantly, her
smile fading away. “Why are you acting as we don’t see each other every day?”
She frowned, worried. However, the smile that left her lips seconds ago has
appeared again. “Have you finished the piece you started last week? I want to
see it!” She asked and headed to Taehyung’s atelier. He followed her and
entered the room, admiring what his insanity had to offer.
Y/N seemed to be mesmerized by the piece
on the canvas in front of her. However, she couldn’t stop her words. “Wow, Tae…
You know me so well! All these little details and the mess behind my face, this
is my favorite one already.” The girl took a glance at the boy, only to find
out he was staring at her, his eyebrows close to each other in a frown. His
lips were parted, his damn mania to breathe through his mouth. “Why are you so
confused, my love? Your strokes can’t hide your feelings from me, you know.”
Taehyung wondered if he should give in
and be insane, or if he should just ignore all of this and try to sleep. Of
course he has chosen to be insane, his guts loving every second of this. He
smiled warminly while walking towards her, their chests were now touching and
her smell made him close his eyes, If
this is a sin, then he was happy to be a sinner.
The girl looked at him in admiration,
even when he was tired, he looked breathtakingly handsome. She could see his
eyes traveling from her eyes to her lips and felt loved. Taehyung finally touched
her lips with his, the artist’s mind melt in happiness, after eight months of
painful sadness. Their kiss was just as special as ever, both of them knew
every inch of their body. It felt like heaven to be under the Y/N’s touch, this
was all the boy could think of at that moment. His hands, painted of purple and
yellow, were softly resting on her neck as her hands were drawing tiny stars in
the small of his back.
All good things must come to an end, so
they broke the kiss and were absorbed by each other’s galaxy hidden in their
eyes. Y/N was the first to look away, as she spotted something familiar behind
Taehyung. “Do you keep it here in the atelier?” She said while grabbing the
book in her hands, she looked at it with sparkles in her eyes.
“Yes, I reread it from time to time. I
get my inspiration to paint you from your… our
book.” He crossed his arms and bit his bottom lip, swallowing a smile as the
memory of the first time he read that book came to his mind.
“I have been your inspiration for so
long, I feel loved.” Y/N stated and took a glance at the space Taehyung kept
his pieces, she could count fifteen canvases that had her figure painted. Some
focused on her face and others on her entire body, but all of them contained
impressive details and deep emotions: sadness, confusion, love and anger. Why was he so angry at something he couldn’t
stop? She thought.
“You are my muse since the day I first
met you at our cafe, I couldn’t believe how intrigued you made me since the
very first second.” The boy confessed. If this is madness, he loves to be mad.
Having her here with him feels so surreal, it brings balance and peace to his
messed up head.
“I have the tendency to observe your
little details since that day, that’s how I fell in love with you.” Y/N continued
her lover’s lead, but her eyes haven’t left one of the pieces. Before she could
look at Taehyung again, the girl felt his arms around her waist and his nose
caressed her left shoulder as his lips planted tiny pecks around that area. The
tall man behind her was enchanted by her presence, could this be real, after all?
“I miss you. Where have you been?” He
whispered the question as softly as he could, never hesitating or thinking of
the consequences of this question.
“I have been inside your mind this whole
time, where else would I be?” Her voice sounded genuinely curious, her tone
changed slightly and Taehyung noticed as soon as he heard her answer. He turned
her around so he could look at her chocolate eyes, they seemed different from
before, moments ago they were full of life and love, but now they reflected the
boy’s disorganized brain.
“Right, I’m always thinking about you,
my love.” He said and smiled, but she didn’t accompanied him this time. Y/N’s
semblance held worry once again and sadness was added too.
“Tae…” She started but her voice trailed
off, the girl felt her stomach hurt as she remembered what she came here for.
“I have something to tell you.” His response was an encouraging nod for her to
start talking. “You seemed to be so shocked when I arrived, why was it?” The
writer asked before telling him what she has been keeping for herself since she
entered the apartment.
“Well, I don’t know.” Taehyung did know
the answer, but he just simply couldn’t put it in a coherent sentence in front
of her. She would laugh and call him silly, for sure.
“You never lied to me before, but there
is always a first time to everything.” Y/N took a step back and sighed. “Since
you have been patiently waiting for me, I forgive you.”
Taehyung was confused, that light cloud
Y/N has brought is now getting heavy in his chest and the room felt small.
There was a slight tension in the air, clearly, but the boy couldn’t decipher
what was going on. Suddenly everything was different from the moment she got
here, his vision got darker and the air couldn’t complete its way to his lungs.
“Where have I been, Tae?” The beautiful
woman in front of him asked again. “How have I been?” Shots of realization hurt
him everywhere as the words left his lips fastly and honestly now.
“You are dead, Y/N.” Taehyung answered,
the truth tasting like blood in his tongue.
Y/N’s semblance softened, but Taehyung’s
heart was hurt. When the sweet relief finally came to him, it was actually a
huge trick from his damn enemy, insanity.
He was caught off guard once again and was now living a delirium.
“Tae, my love… I have been watching you
for the past eight months.” She said and his head spinned a thousand times in
two seconds, the boy felt the poison of madness burning his skin. Damn, insanity. How have you tricked him
He was frozen in the spot, but his mind
was full of explosions and bright colors hit his eyes every instant. All
Taehyung wanted to do was scream wildly, but he couldn’t. “You are dead!” He
shouted, repeating his answer from before. Y/N winced at his voice and smiled
faintly, in disappointment. She couldn’t blame him, she knows that too well.
“Taehyung, I wish this moment was real…”
The girl admitted, although she was only a part of his imagination, or whatever
this was inside his brain. “I know you miss me and I miss you too, but you need
to let me go, my love.”
It felt so real, so real. But Y/N was
right, he needed to let her go. Slowly. Necessarily. Easier said than done, her
words felt like hell in his soul — soul that belonged to her, once. Reality has
no mercy on poor hearts and insane minds, like Taehyung’s.
Their eyes met after what felt like
ages, his body immersed in that same poison, however, the burn was softer now.
“Then go, Y/N, for God’s sake. I can’t stand your presence being just a
hallucination.” He finally confessed and let the tears stream down his face.
The girl made her way towards his frozen
body and planted a kiss on the tip of the boy’s nose and then pecked his lips,
for the last time. “You will be happy soon, I promise you. I always keep my
promises.” She was right, after five years together, he knew that too well
And with that, Y/N walked away. Taehyung
heard the door open and close and only then he sighed. The burning poison now
only tingling in his toes, it was all gone. Everything.
“KIM TAEHYUNG!” The tan skinned boy
opened his eyes, wide awake now, Hoseok’s voice making him aware of his massive
headache. “What the fuck are you doing? You have been sleeping for the last
couple of days. You scared me!”
Taehyung looked around him, he was lying
on the ground of his atelier. He took a glance up and saw the piece he finished
the day before yesterday, before dreaming of Y/N. Fuck, he thought.
Hoseok was looking at him desperately,
but softened when Taehyung looked up at him with sadness across his semblance.
“Y/N was with me last night.” Taehyung said, shocking his friend with his
“What?” The other boy asked, was his
friend going crazy?
“I mean, she appeared in my dreams. Or
was it a hallucination? I don’t know what that was…” He stared at nothing.
“Whatever, she asked me to let her go. But I have to gather up the courage.”
Hoseok nodded understandingly, Taehyung
was a mess, he has been for a while now, but the boy would refuse any help that
people would offer. However, Hoseok understood it, so he just gave him space
and let him be. Months have passed by, though, and he started to worry about
his best friend. Y/N’s death wasn’t something to get over quickly and everyone
else knew that Taehyung would suffer the most, the longest and the deepest.
As the girl asked the artist in the
epitome of his frenesi, he would start to accept she is gone now. Nonetheless,
the memory of her will never leave him. She will always be a part of him and he
would never erase their story from his soul. He loved her and