Hear Me Out But … Afab Gojo Slutting Himself Out By “accidentally” Getting Stuck In A Hole In The

when you die, gojo is still in denial. they say there are five stages of grief, yet he still hasn't been past that first phase. he misses it a lot. your touch on his skin. the way you'd trace random lines on his thighs when you were so indulge in a book. and that sudden grip whenever you came across a thrilling part of it. he always chuckled at your sudden "whats" and "awws".

he misses how your voice would always get gentler when you spoke to him. your usual voice was a little loud but whenever you spoke to him, you'd be so sweet and calm.

he misses how you'd outshine anyone and everyone around you. even him. the strongest. your smile was brighter than the diamond on your engagement ring. but life is unfair, isn't it? he was so excited to turn you from his fiánce to his wife, only to find you dead and cold on the ground, the crimson blood filming the diamond, drenching it in itself.

but to this day, even after so many years, he still finds himself in denial when he accidentally (to what it seems like a hundredth accident) calls you his wife mid conversation with someone else. "oh my wife loves this...perfume," he says to the worker, his voice fading in the end when he realizes he was supposed to use past tense. "loved"

"why don't you gift it to her? i am sure she'll love it," the girl smiles. if only she knew.

but he buys it anyway. decorates it with pink ribbons and stuff, even when he knew you were not there to open it anymore. he comes home, sits in one dim light of the bedroom, unwrapping it. he sprays the perfume on one of your dress that he loved. your scent. god he misses it. the cerulean eyes mimic an ocean once again in the wait of his lover. a useless wait for you were never arriving on his door ever again.

Heyy yalll just wanted to let yk IT'S MY BIRTHDAYYYYYYY

Had to when I saw the quote lol

I love Jason sm 😂

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I think chapter 3 will be a lot eye opening to readers character than some of yall expected😭 listen, as much as I want to focus on the batfams yanderism I also want to show how much the neglect has affected the reader-the damage that they are making up for. And as it may have seen that the reader is a good person in the past few chapters im here to say that they are far from a good person🙏 neglect is something that alters your way of thinking so much that it affects the way you behave and the way your morals are. Their insecurities mainly was focused on being depressed in the past chapters but let's not forget that anger is also a product of it. They get blinded by jealousy easily and they tend to self sabotage. They somehow builds this relationship with another person progressively and then destroy it just because of envy. SO PLEASE DON'T HATE ON MY SHAYLA WITH A DISORDER🥺 kidding aside it's my way of saying that they are a person and they have problems and they will NOT be kind to ANY person they interact with-not even their possible love interest.

LMAO THAT'S ALL

jason headbutts you- not aggressively, but like a cat who’s requesting affection. youll just be laying in bed with him and he just bumps his head against yours.

“yeah, baby?” you hum, smiling at your dork of a boyfriend. “don’t make me say it.” he mutters against your cheek. “c’mon big guy, use your words.” jason rolls his eyes and pulls you close to him, kissing your nose. “can you play with my hair, please?” you tap your chin in mock thought, and he pokes your side. of course you give in, look at him. his eyes flutter shut when your hands finally comb through his hair, head resting against your chest. “can y’just read my mind next time?”

spoiled (and deserving)

♡ omega dabi/gn!alpha reader (established relationship) ♡ sfw! domestic life + pre-heat nesting

everything clicks together when dabi sinks into a cloud of your pillows and clothes. barely ten seconds pass before he realizes what's going on. he's nesting. he's in pre-heat.

it shouldn't be a surprise given the positive turn his life has taken. he's fed well, sleeping through the night instead on hair trigger vigilance, and most importantly, you. now his body's functions are catching up with him.

the fuzzy dreamlike state he was in faded away. dabi blinks a few times at the unfamiliar angle he's laying at and — god damn it, he's rearranged the entire bedroom.

he climbs out of the nest to assess the damage to the whole room. spare sheets folded over the windows to darken the den; the full size bed was now shoved into the corner where your dresser was supposed to be, the walls making a nice semi-enclosed space. he can definitely get this done before you come back from work. …right?

the thought of tearing down his nest stirs up something in his stomach. part of him knows you wouldn't mind him indulging in his secondary gender. but what if you don't? what if you don't want him?

"babe?" your voice comes from the other side of the bedroom door, followed by three gentle knocks. "you okay in there? i smelled something burning."

the omega's hands reflexively cup the sides of his neck. his scent glands are damaged from his burns. it takes a lot for him to produce a scent and it had to be the worst kind.

dabi clears his throat before answering in a steady voice. "everything's fine!"

you're quiet for a pause. "i've been sitting in the kitchen listening to you shuffle around for about fifteen minutes." they've been home that long?!

the doorknob turns.

he moves to intercept you but you're just a bit faster. the door opens and you stick your head in.

"um... where's the be— oh." you peek around dabi and the door. he wants to crawl into the nest and disappear.

you reach up and cup his face in your hands. like the lovesick fool he is, he leans into you. your lips curve into a smile. "so this is what you were doing?" you give him a gentle peck on the lips. "let's get you to the nest, yeah? you look you need it."

he nods and lets you guide him back to the nest. his body sinks into the blankets. safe, happy, good.

you slip the cardigan off your shoulders — your favorite, the one you wear all the time —and drape it over him.

"can i lay down in your nest?" you ask. his face heats up.

"it's yours too." he mumbles.

you slide in and gather his lanky body in your arms. the nest is a perfect fit for the both of you. you drag your hand through his hair, lightly scratching at his scalp. dabi melts with each stroke, pulling him further into sleep, saturated in the smell of dark chocolate, in the scent of alpha-mate and home.

on the precipice of sleep, he hears you whisper,

"i hope you know you're gonna get absolutely spoiled rotten." your chest moves with a soft giggle. "so be prepared, okay? you deserve it, dabi."

Something something violence has always been the primary love language for Waynes, something something.

It breaks me that Bruce loves Jason so deeply, and Jason is so completely unaware of it. He comes to the conclusion that love is religion. You have to see to believe.

I’m just thinking about Jason watching evidence of how wrecked Bruce is after his death. He stalks Batman, always, tracks down every movement and breath. He waits for the perfect moment to shoot.

Your father only dies once, after all.

That moment, mysteriously, doesn’t come.

Jason’s never been scared of Bruce. Fear, to him, is darkness and cold and a bleach white face laughing at him. Fear of Bruce not being there at all. That’s fear.

I need a scene where Jason, — Red Hood, — watches Batman pin down a mugger.

He doesn’t know what that man says. Something about getting on him for not being there when Wayne’s boy got killed.

He’s never been scared of Bruce.

But when he punches that man, over and over and over, when his throat makes those horrible sounds of gasping effort, animal and feral, he’s afraid. Afraid Bruce won’t stop.

He’s about to jump in when another, smaller pair of feet runs up to the scene and Jesus Christ that’s a kid — A kid wearing Jason’s old uniform. Wrapping his arms around Batman’s and clinging.

The man on the ground is motionless. If he didn’t blink, Jason wouldn’t know there was a face anymore.

But that’s not the worst part.

The worst part is Bruce crying. Gasping, punched out noises, his hands drenched with red, squeezing the kid so close to him.

“My baby. Oh my baby.”

I Live For The Applause

★✩ Art Above by Birf ★✩

Note ★✩ Dabi loves praise a little too much.

Warnings ★✩ A little suggestive

“Did you put away the dishes? Good job, Touya!”

☆彡 It made his heart flutter.

“You showered like I asked you to? Such a good boy.”

☆彡 It made his cheeks blush.

“I knew you could kill him. You’re so strong.”

☆彡 It made him smirk.

“I love you too, Touya. Love you so much.”

☆彡 It made heat rise between his legs.

☆彡 He would do anything if it meant you’d praise him. The thrill of hearing you calling him good, saying you loved him, giving him compliments, it made him a little crazy.

☆彡 You noticed that any time you asked him to do something, he’d immediately get to it, then come running back to you and tell you he did it. It was like he had a tail, wagging back and forth as you told him he did a good job.

☆彡 If you didn’t praise him enough to his standards, he’d keep bothering you, asking if he was a good boy. He wouldn’t stop until you sincerely told him he was a good boy.

“Am I a good boy? I did good, right?”

“Yes, Touya, you’re a very good boy.”

☆彡 As time went on, he was doing everything and anything to earn your praise.

☆彡 Spending a little extra time devoting himself to your pleasure at night.

☆彡 Cleaning around the house without being asked.

☆彡 Bringing back jewelry and trinkets for you from the person he recently killed.

☆彡 Sometimes he’d ask you unprovoked if he has been a good boy lately, where he’d whine until you confirmed that he was indeed a very good boy.

☆彡 He was obsessed with hearing your voice praise him. Nobody else made him feel this way. Nobody else could call him a good boy.

☆彡 He would get nearly afraid if you haven’t called him good lately. He’d come to bed with you and give you a reason to praise him.

☆彡 Touya just loves being your good boy.