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#dont look at his hand its horrendous i dont know how to draw hands to save my life >>>>>>>>>>>>
cyraes · 9 months
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"EnVoY oF tHe VaLaR"
for @ainurweek day 9 - Mairon Annatar
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strxbrymochi · 3 months
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i know im quite late but this has been stuck in my head and i need to get it out so here are my 12am impulse thoughts,,,
how i imagine nct dream would be on valentine's day;
note: this is just the vibes i get from seeing them and 100% based on my delusional imagination
mark;
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i am extra delulu for this man rn its so bad
i feel like he would be such a wholesome valentine date
straight up imagined some sort of serenading going on bc hello guitar skills?? and his voice??
i'd imagine he'd gift you some sort of designer thing (just cause i think he's the type to spoil u for special occasions bc ur his girl yk screams)
i think good food = good talks = just enjoying each other's company; type of guy i genuinely feel like you can have hour hour hours long convos and not get bored
lots of laughs bc hearing his laugh >>>
feel more home date vibes where you take out your fave foods and just jam out love songs in pjs but i can also see late night walks or going to some lowkey resto so yalls dont get spotted
renjun;
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this guy is for real a deep down romantic aint no way with that face and attitude have you seen how he speaks to some of the dreamies??
defs would serenade u if u ask him to (imagine him shy at first but giving it his all aww)
hands down will gift u something he custom made i do not doubt this given he made custom hoodies for the rest of dream but yours defo will be extra special and made with care <3
can imagine some sort of art date or a quiet night for the two of yalls, him spoiling u a bit cause valentines is extra reason to do so
honestly if i was on a date w him i'd just stare at him ... oops
i think u guys should do the "draw each other" trend as a gift and ur drawing of him looks horrendous (bc u are not as gifted in the arts-- if you are good for u) while his of you looks majestic but he keeps it anyways bc u made it (hearing his beautiful laugh makes it worth ut too anyways)
jeno;
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ok look i think jeno's v acts of service-y
wouldn't question if he attempts to cook for you or do things for you a lot more often on valentines to show his love for u (wake up to meals and a clean house yessir-- only for today tho GAHAHAHAHA)
another one i think would spoil you with designer stuff and just imagine the little cute smile on his face when he watched you open the gifts cause he's out here looking at u w pure genuine love (must be nice)
my man's a gamer would probs challenge u to a game or two before heading out
ice cream !!!!!! i have seen 2 vlogs w him looking for and eating ice cream i think you guys will defs have an ice cream taster or smtg (he's so me!!)
idk bro i love jeno any boyfriend fantasy i have in my dreams is played out by him. TT
haechan;
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nah yea atp they'd all spoil you (pls dream is full of loving green forest men)
i can imagine deep talks about your future together like wouldnt be surprised if mans doesnt just propose to you alr thats how much he loves you
clingy clingy boy and he is not afraid to show you and let you know how much he loves u !
would hands down take you to the BEST restos and yalls would have insanely good food
can see some karaoke or bowling or idk just an activity yalls can do together before going home for a quiet night of the talks and just enjoying each other's presence
where do i find one genuine question
jaemin;
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royalty treatment all the way
breakfast in bed: check with four course meal, flowers: check, gifts: check, chore-free house: check say less
i feel like jaemin is a very big words of affirmation guy so he will not stop complimenting you or saying he loves you
takes a lot of pictures of you too
yk also i think he'd actually send his mom flowers for valentine's day too
staring at you for hours with that stupid cute grin of his, eyes full of adoration
would have all your wants and preferences memorised hes so attentive you actually dont need to worry or do anything all day (just appreciate it bc u deserve him and his love!!!)
chenle;
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(there were like no chenle gifs wtf)
PRESIDENT ZHONG CHENLE!!!!! money moves fr name what u want and u got it, spoiled level 1000 on valentine's day
if he could go around freely i think he's the type to take you to fancy ass restaurants like those rich hotel ones (but like if not that's ok he'll spoil you through other means)
he's a menace sometimes i think he'd joke around and try to get on your nerves a bit for fun like imagine him rocking up and being like what day is it today? oh it's valentine's? what's that idk what that is. was i meant to do smtg for u? (him and haechan fr would be the type to tease u so bad) all that just for laughs i can alr imagine the look on his face
as sweet as he is i think at one point he'd either make you do smtg so stupid w him or get a random ass matching present just for the lols (he rlly doesn't gaf he's so real and u love him for it)
jisung;
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my sweet sweet child (we're like the same age)
i feel like he'd be so babie trying to prep everything and making sure everything is perfect for u awwwie
tries to act all tough and cool but melts on the inside, compliment him once he shows that smile of his and he's down forever
would be the type to get advice from his hyungs on what to do but be so shy when asked (sksks hes adorable pls)
i feel like he would make you a custom gift like something you can take w u always but also get u something expensive idk unless ur not into that stuff GAHAHA
IMAGINE he tries cooking for u but oblivious kiddo ended up burning it but its ok he tried, yalls got takeout instead
OK ALSO think him trying to teach u how to dance that'd be so cute or yalls can end it w a movie just in each other's presence and u fall asleep next to each other on the couch (BYE SO CUTE IM DED)
ok that's it im done i need to sleep good night (stay delulu besties <3)
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moth-bells · 4 months
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Hi so, I dont know whenever I'm gonna be able to write or draw anything I like for my cryptids au, so I'm going to give you all literally all the lore and if I ever get to it, its already here.
It also doesnt always make perfect sense but I think that gives it charm and I'm not gonna run around in circles trying to make it perfect Gonna try and make this generally in timeline of events order
The earth is formed. From the dust of star dust rises two figures
They have no names and they were never born, forming from things they do not understand, yet know all too well
They are always at one another's side
They are both everything and nothing to one another
They witness eons together
Watching little specks shift and change and grow
They watch life and ease life along with hands that do what is needed without thought behind how it happens
They have purpose yet none here, witnesses
The duo watch as the earth fills with life only for it all to nearly vanish
They watch life persevere despite that
Those first peculiar humans, though without that name yet, come to be. So small and fragile, yet the two can see potential with these ones
They travel the globe, checking in on different places, seeing how the people so similar are slowly changing. They find it fascinating, though they feel this with other animals
One day, they realize many of these people that they've visited, perhaps assisted at times, and occasionally revisited, have places of worship
Neither of them understand, but they gather that these humans seem to look at them as higher than them. Gods.
Are they? They arent living in the same way as other beings. They cant die. They dont age and were never born.
If not gods, what are they then?
They dont know.
They do eventually move on, but one day, an unknown amount of years later, they return to one of these villages
The people, they do rejoice for their deities have graced them again
The duo decided to linger here longer than before.
One day, theres murmurs of malcontent floating
The two have witnessed battles, but stayed out of them.
They had never watched wars begin, the quiet wisps of smoke that would soon become flames
Now these two, unnatural as they are, were not infinitely strong.
Yes, they were stronger than many of these small humans, who were much smaller than them
But, if there were many humans against one of them, there was only so much that they could do
The humans, separated into factions, decided that one of the duo were a true god while the other was something evil and wrong.
Such is the way of humanity
The two realized they might have stayed too long now, deciding it was time to leave
It was too late for that now.
These two beings, nameless, named and renamed by many, but never calling each other by any.
Two who had been together since they were glints in an existence less universe
Were separated
Humans from either side took their 'rightful' god. Determined to use their worship against the other side.
The two beings were able to take some of them, desperately trying to not be taken away from the other.
They were not gods, though, not in the way these humans thought.
What they were was unknowable, but they still were not ever powerful.
With enough force, they were dragged away by the people who once looked at them equally
The one yellow as pollen was taken into a deep cavernous temple, locked into the darkness, with nothing within it. No escape. The entrance to this prison was sealed with a boulder.
He screamed for them to release him, but his words, something only his other understood, fell on deaf ears.
He pushed and clawed at the rock, but it was too heavy
These people believed their worship of isolation and fasting was pure and accepted by their god.
The other was left to a fate less horrendous, but equally lonely.
Tossed down into a pit, deep with only a manmade covering to hide it.
He as well demanded to be freed, but none of that was to come
These humans worshipped the sky at night that this being reminded them of, that being the only thing that he could see from his prison, though there was also a reminder in the daylight of who he was missing
The humans dropped food of animals down to him.
They werent able to starve to death, nor did they need to eat in the way animals and living things did, but it would give them extra energy if they needed it. No, they took in the rays of the star above them.
So, with the one in the pit, he received more that enough to keep him mobile.
The one in the cave, however...
centuries passed. Thousands and thousands of years
And they who have been here since before time itself, before knowing that of light and space and earth and death
They changed
Slowly, over time, of desperation and madness, and forces they themselves would never truly understand
They changed.
The cavern, where slowly less and less voices of prayer came, lost to a memory
Where eyes as blue as the sky became milky white
Where his mind grew blank with bleakness and its voice lost all form of words
Body became sharp and thin and twisted
Claws and teeth long and sharp.
In the pit, staring up at day and night as blood, and bodies of animal sacrifice fell upon him
One day, he accepted them, hoping for the strength needed to climb free
Eventually, it forgot why it was even down there.
And then the food stopped coming.
It had spent years and years, copying the shrieks and cries of a wounded animal, luring certain animals to the wide spaced grate above
It never felt hunger but it ached for the blood and rush that the meal provided
Its body became more wild, more dangerous
For some years its back ached until there was a weak flap of wings
Wings.
W i n g s.
Freedom.
The other was still trapped for sometime, having long forgotten what it was. What it was missing. Neither could remember but they could feel it
It would be sheer luck that some unfortunate children, merely teenagers, would come to that stone that their ancestors had made and laid there, not just a myth among them now.
That a god lay in the cave, dangerous and angry, locked away when it tried to turn against the people that worshiped it...or so they say the story goes
It would be their misfortune as they struggled to move the circular rock, that light from the evening setting sun would start to peek through inside
And something would come leaping out at them.
They fled from the monster, leaving one screaming to their fate to the creature so starved.
After, once its frenzy ended, it luckily took off into the forest surrounding it, away from the pain of the sun on its wide white eyes
It was fate, it would seem that they would find one another again
So changed by time and humanities unknowing cruelties
More animal than whatever they may have been to begin with
The winged one had found it one day, though not knowing fully why it was pulled toward it
The blind one, having changed even more in these years of freedom, lashed out at the new arrival
This, in turn, made the winged one defend itself.
They fought, clicking and screeching at one another until the teeth were dug into fur
Something clicked in this mindless mind that this thing was the same as itself.
They backed away from one another
Slowly, they reapproached...they chirred and cooed and inspected one another. One with sight the other with smell.
And they laid down together for the first time in forever
They wandered for some years, avoiding the creatures they felt compelled to hide from.
Until one day..
A small little voice spoke up at the blind one, not screaming or attacking with things that hurt
"Puppy..?"
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Liam ~Dick Master~ Dunbar
one of my favorite cursed ass headcannons:
concept: liams favorite hobby is drawing the most disgusting dick’s EVERYWHERE & nobody in the pack can figure out it’s him ( besides theo )
# it’s dicking season where common phrases include:
getting dicked
dickings
and they are all in fear of proclaimed dick master ,, liam’s secret alter ego
dick season is an unreasonable time
liam has no mercy
your favorite shoes, massive dick. your face? dicked. the backside of your shampoo bottle, yes there is a massive penis there.
it’s absolutely horrendous
stiles puts together ~penis patrol~
THEY CANNOT FATHOM THAT IT’S LIAM
so a full on fbi level investigation ensues when it starts to get bad
they assume that it’s corey for awhile ,, and then lydia and then theo accuses stiles himself ,, that doesn’t end well
the penis patrol investigates half the group and certain people ( just lydia ) get extremely angry that they are accused of being the dick masted
the crime board is heavily used again
this is a very sacred group ,, it’s just to out of hand. scott claims that “this is some anuk-ite level anxiety”
malia decides to bring the pack to the sheriff station because- “this is too much, we are getting dicked and it needs to stop!! sheriff stilinksi, it’s relentless i can’t stop getting horribly dicked! WE DONT KNOW WHO IS DICKING ALL OF US”
therefore, sheriff and parrish both get dicked
parrish gets it like on the forehead ,,
HE HAS NO IDEA HOW ??
and malia calls the fbi ,, stiles has to explain why are young lady, cleaning to know him called his office in particular and said, and i quote
“PLEASE HELP, HE WONT STOP! THE DICKS WONT STOP THEY JUST KEEP COMING! I CANT SEE ONE MORE PENIS”
she reEALLY HATES THE DICKS
anything goes during dick season
like the side of dereks building, massive dick
theo finds out on like the second day
part of this includes theo pulling a lot of the reigns on the whole operation
he gives liam some direction, as one ex-villain woul when mischief ensues
he gives liam the idea to dick theo and himself so nobody gains suspicion
as well as the genius idea to stop and start dicking’s randomly ,, so for either three months it’s relentless than nothing for another three. four weeks here and there.
the pack knows never to get to relaxed
obscure dicks include: isaacs scarfs, bleached into malias fur, tanned on the back of lydias leg while she is sun bathing and the side of mason’s car
this includes a huge debate on whether they should dick the jeep, and if they do should theos truck get dicked
it definitely does
brett gets dicked so much in the beginning ( what do you mean he’s dead ?? )
theo eventually takes control on that one or else people will really think it’s liam
theo makes liam a dick stamp for efficiency
this goes on for YEARS
theo is the only reason they aren’t caught
every few months it starts again and once one person is dicked they all scream in fear ,, running as far away from each other as possible
it goes as far as dereks tattoo getting vandalized into a dick ,,
they have no idea how he managed that one
for such a mess of a boy he is stealthy
and relentless ,, homie uses sharpies
the first time ~the phrase~ getting dicked is used is directed at liam himself
“liam got dicked” ,, mASON SCREAMS
STILES IS IN A STATE OF UNBELIEVABLE DISGUST !! he hears this from upstairs and assUmes the worst ,, the worst meaning theo raeken
the phrase catches on from there
the only positive is the swear jar getting filled so much that they eat very well
scott only figures it out because he sees that in the very scrap book scott has- liams name is signed in dicks ( in the same way lydia writes stiles using just the word mischief in season 6 )
it’s liams name,, just in dicks
very specific looking dicks only the dick master himself would draw
like a signature
also yes, you heard that right scott does have a scrap book
he doesn’t say anything though. he thinks it’s funny
liam eventually reveals himself whilst drunk
nobody believes him until he has to draw a dick on someone to reveal it’s him
cause nobody draws one quite like liam dunbar
coach knows because the whole pack watches the lacross games, during dick season the are a rowdy bunch and he hears all about it
he knows it’s liam, of course he does. it’s coach
so like half the team gets dicked
coach specifically recommends people he wants to get dicked
it’s amazing
liam eventually gives up after they know it’s him ( or at least to the same extent, stiles gets dicked every now and then )
he does request that “Liam Dunbar, the Dick Master” to be etched into his gravestone
mind you, this is half of the reason thiam happens. the dickings bring them closer together.
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flamehairedwritings · 5 years
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Characters: Chief Jim Hopper x Female Reader
Words: 1,661
Rating: M, 16+ ONLY
A/N: Hello! Welcome to Christmas Drabbles 2018! For the next seven days I’ll be posting a drabble every dang day with a festive theme. I hope you enjoy and happy holidays!
Summary: Based on the prompt ‘Character A and Character B, sworn enemies, are chosen to prepare the company Christmas Party’, by @alloftheprompts
MASTERLIST
CHRISTMAS DRABBLES 2018 MASTERLIST
Please don’t copy, steal or repost my work; credit does not count.
“What the hell are you doing?”
Oh, here we go.
“Excuse me?”
Arching an eyebrow, you place your hands on your hips as you turn to the source of the gruff voice.
Chief Jim Hopper looks at you incredulously, his hands also on his hips.
“What. The hell. Are you doing?” he repeats in that slow way that immediately makes you feel like a complete idiot.
Clenching your jaw, you raise your eyebrows. “What does it look like, Chief Hopper?”
“It looks like you’re hangin’ tinsel on the holding cells.”
“Oh, so your eyes do work.”
You turn back to your task, a hint of a smug smirk on your lips as you hear him exhale a long breath. You were always able to push your luck because what could he do? Fire you? Yeah, well, maybe, but on what grounds? Stating the truth?
Just try me, Hopper.
You were always just that little step ahead, and he hated it.
“You can’t hang tinsel on the holding cells.”
“Do please tell me why.”
You can practically hear his teeth grinding together. “That’s where we keep suspected or confirmed criminals. We can’t have it lookin’... Jolly.”
“Yes, we can.” You finish sticking two ends of tinsel together and step down from the chair.
And you leave your response at that.
Turning away from him, you move back to the box of decorations, rummaging through it for the multi-coloured lights you’d seen and fallen in love with earlier. Finding them, horrendously tangled, you thrust them in Hopper’s direction, not looking at him.
“Do something useful and untangle these.”
You hear that deep, irritating sigh of exasperation as he takes them and sits down heavily in the nearest chair, getting to work as he mutters under his breath.
If only he’d known Flo had also picked you to decorate the Station. He would have stayed right the hell away. Maybe even gone across to another state. Taken a whole damn week off so he didn’t have to see or think about you.
What he wouldn’t give for one day of relief.
“Come on, honey, come and dance.”
Smiling widely at Flo, you shake your head, your bell earrings tinkling with the motion. “No, I’m all right, thank you, Flo. Maybe after I’ve had a few more of these.” You raise your cup a little. “Then I’ll be able to dance like, oh, what did our delightful chief call it last year... A newborn foal with roller-skates on.” 
Flo tuts as she moves closer to your side. “Like he can dance any better. Oh, no, I mean, you are a good dancer, honey,” she swiftly continues when you arch an eyebrow. “Oh, you know what I mean. Oh, if only you two would get along, you have so much in common.”
You snort, raising your cup to your lips. “Yeah, well, he should apologise.”
“Can’t you just let it go and shake hands?”
“I’m not that big a person, Flo.”
It had been three years since you’d started. Three years since The Incident. Since... Since he’d... What had he said again... Urgh, you can’t remember the specifics but it was something incredibly patronising and you hadn’t just let it slide and it had snowballed from there and here you are today.
Staring across the office floor at him.
Your skin prickling in that way it always does when he’s near.
Your heart beating just that little bit faster.
Unable to stop staring at him.
“‘nother beer, Chief?”
Hopper lifts his gaze from his nearly empty bottle to the one Powell holds out to him.
“Yeah, thanks.” Setting the one in his hand down on the table, he accepts the fresh bottle, raising it to his lips for a sip. 
Powell stands at his side, gazing out at the cramped dance floor you had somehow made the space for, desks and chairs shoved aside.
“Hey, didn’t she wear that dress at the Thanksgiving party?”
Calvin Powell looks to his chief, then to you, then back to Hopper. “Yeah, I think so. Why?”
“Dunno, just...” Hopper shrugs, lifting the bottle to his lips again as he mumbles, “Make an effort, you know.”
Powell raises his eyebrows. “Says the guy who wears the same shirt to everything.”
“Yeah, but, you know... Women,” Hop finishes weakly, wincing slightly in instant regret.
Powell’s eyebrows rise even higher. “’Women’?”
Apparently relenting to the fact he has to commit to the words that somehow came out of his mouth, Hopper clears his throat and shrugs. “Yeah... Women.”
His officer stares at him. “Uh-huh. Women... Mystifying, aren’t they?”
“Mhm.”
“Annoying when you can’t figure ‘em out, isn’t it?” He watches Hopper stare at you, watching you converse with Flo.
“Mhm.”
“And it’s even more annoying when you wanna go over there, ask ‘em if you can get ‘em a drink and apologise for being a damn idiot all the time.”
“Mhm─” Hopper’s gaze flicks over to him, his eyes narrowing.
Powell shrugs.
Clearing his throat, Hopper opens his mouth, to say what he has no God damn clue, when his eyes find their way back to you and you’re heading into his office.
“What in the hell...” he mutters, irritation swiftly rising within him as he sets his bottle down and strides after you, leaving Powell staring after him.
“How can we have run out of cups already? Hopper was meant─ Well, there we go actually, Hopper was in charge, that’s how we have.” Exhaling a short breath of frustration, you then smile at Flo and pat her shoulder gently as you pass. “I’m gonna go and get some cups.”
Placing your cup down on the nearest desk, you round it and push through the small swing door leading to Hopper’s office. Opening the door, you head inside, not bothering to turn the light on.
Hopper being Hopper, he’d vehemently opposed you using his office as a decoration base but you’d ignored him and stored boxes in there when he hadn’t been looking. Which had actually been easy to do because he never looked. Not that you minded. One bit.
Surveying the array of boxes, you try and remember which ones the cups were in.
Oh, God, where the hell has he put them...
“What are you doing?”
You exhale a low, exasperated sound, opening the nearest box and starting to search through it. “Getting more cups, officer.”
“Did you not put enough out?”
“The drinks table was your jurisdiction, Hopper, it’s the only thing you got excited about. The most excited I’ve ever seen you, actually, I didn’t know it was possible.”
“I get excited about things.”
“Yeah, like what?”
“Knowing you’re not gonna be in.”
You snort.
Wait, what.
You hadn’t been able to help it. You’d snorted. And not a dismissive snort. An amused snort.
And neither of you know what to do.
So you both ignore it.
Clearing your throat and mercifully finding the cups, you pull them out, turn and move to the door, pushing the wrapped stack into Hopper’s hands as you pass him.
You’re so close to the door, so close to freedom and pretending that never happened, when Callahan appears in the doorway.
“Oh, shiiit, look who’s under the mistletoe!” he grins, dangling the fake arrangement above your head.
“Oh, God, never, Phil,” you reply, incredibly grateful for the distraction and trying so hard not to smile.
“Nah, c’mon, you two.”
“‘You tw─”
In taking a step back from Callahan, you meet a hard wall behind you. 
Not a wall.
A Hopper.
The Chief clears his throat. “No, Callahan.”
“Come on, just a lil’ peck.”
“Calla─”
“Smooch, smooch.”
“Phil─“
He raises the mistletoe higher. “I won’t let you pass and I reckon I could take you both on. Get in to the Christmas spirit, guys, c’mon.”
“Christ, fine,” you mutter.
You tilt your head back and lift your chin to kiss Hopper on the cheek to just get this over with... but he’s turned his head, too. 
Your lips meet his.
Gently.
Gently? 
God, you thought kissing Hopper would be uncoordinated, he’s a complete mess of a man, frankly, but this is... This is nice, no, wait, anyway, you don’t spend a lot of time thinking about kissing him so─
Your lips are still against his. You haven’t pulled back. And neither has he.
He seems to realise it the same moment you do.
Drawing your head back so quickly you almost strain a muscle, you stare at him as he stares at you.
Even Callahan goes quiet for once.
For a few seconds.
“Okay, who’s next!” he calls out as he turns and zones in on the next victim.
You and Hopper are still looking at each other.
Your cheeks feel warm and his mouth is open, like he’s fighting for something to say.
He finds it. “Right.”
“Right.”
“Okay.”
You want to kiss him again.
Oh, God.
Clearing your throat, you nod and turn away, start walking, pause in the doorway, and then clear your throat again.
“Put the cups on the table, Hopper.”
“Yep.”
Lifting your gaze, you find him still looking at you.
Oh, God.
“Okay, so I’ll─”
“Actually...”
You blink, slightly startled that he’s interrupted your attempt to leave this situation he should no doubt be also finding awkward. 
There’s something in his eyes, though, something that you can’t look away from.
“... I remember tellin’ you you couldn’t put all this shit in here.” He drops the stack of cups into a box beside him as he moves towards you, and you don’t move.
Standing before you, looking down at you, he reaches behind you and pushes the door shut.
Suddenly, pressed against him, your head leaning back against the door, you can name what’s lingering in his gaze.
Lust.
And you know he can see it in your eyes, too.
“What are you going to do about it, Chief?”
“Somethin’ I’ve wanted to do for a long time.”
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showingthroughtome · 7 years
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spit fire epilogue.  
well this has got to be the longest crush ever 
“This is ridiculous, babe.” Noa runs her hands along the pleats of her blue skirt, more nervous than she can ever recall being in the entire two years of her captainship. “Why do I feel like this?”
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Noa is still in her cheerleading uniform and Harry is still in his basketball one. Since it was her last ever game for the Springfield Wolves, Harry suggested that they should just bask in them a while longer. The fact that they had somewhere to be after the game only registered in their minds after they agreed that the first person to take theirs off was the loser. Being the competitive people that they are, they sat in Harry’s car, in front of the diner, only smelling lightly of the salty sweat they masked greatly with their own chosen fragrances.
“This is ridiculous, babe.” Noa runs her hands along the pleats of her blue skirt, more nervous than she can ever recall being in the entire two years of her captainship. “Why do I feel like this?”
“Like what?”
“Like my chest is going to cave in.”
Harry turns away from the diner and sighs. His hand finds its rightful place on the crook between Noa’s shoulder and neck - the place she wishes it could stay all the time - and he squeezes just barely, guessing, “Maybe because you haven’t spoken to her in person for a year and a half?”
Since the plate throwing, Noa recalls in her mind.
“A year and seven months.” She corrects out loud, because it is important to her for some reason. She closes her eyes and breathes in, lets her head rest backwards and thinks of her mother’s promises. “She swears she is sober but she has lied about it before so who knows.”
“She might be telling the truth this time.”
Noa looks at Harry out of the corner of her eye. The small glimpse she gets isn’t enough to comfort her like she needs so she faces him too. They’re both turned inward, as close as possible considering the middle console is in the way. She rests a hand on his thigh, feeling the person she has gotten so used to being hers, the person who, for over a whole year, hasn’t left her side or let her down. “And what if she isn’t?”
“Well, then, that’s fucked. But we will go home and I’ll let you have the remote control and if you are really lucky, I might even draw you a bath that is better than the last one.” Harry smiles as warm as he can when he knows how anxious his girl is feeling. He always seems to know the right things to calm her hesitance - he did when she wasn’t sure about them, he does when she is freaking about her future, and now, about her mom. With the reassurance that even if this moment goes to hell she’ll still have all the good she has acquired for herself over the last year or so, she is able to nod and move towards the door handle.
“Okay,” She exhales one final time. “But stay back until I wave you over. If she’s bad, I don’t want her being graced with you in that uniform.”
Harry laughs and raises her hand to his lips, kissing it. “Promise.”
Together, they exit the black Charger and walk around it, meeting in the middle. Noa doesn’t grab his hand again, but with him following close behind, she knows that no matter what happens, he won’t be too far off.
authors note: 
alrighty!!! there ya go!! the end of my bbys. (do i end it with a “the end.”?) pretty simple, i think, but a good way to wrap up them and where theyre heading and what noa will face in the future. i know we dont really get answers on noas mom, but hey, trust me, in life, with people like noas mom, you are always waiting on the next turn, never trusting that their current state is their permanent state. 
i thought my final note would be a horrendously long one saying bye to noa and harry. now im thinking, ill probably write them again, probably months from now when i figure out what happens for them next. ill be sure to post it if i ever do, and if i never get inspiration for them again….. well, nah, ill just look at those beautiful manips made by eriza and ash and feel the feels. i mean, look at baby harry and noa. such beauties. 
anyway, please stick around for further things from me! ive got other characters that ive been sitting on that i - capital I - feel are interesting. maybe possibly you will too. (ive even got a niall fic brewing omg, niall is so cute am i right?) 
and please let me hear what you thought of this epilogue? maybe go to my ask and tell me a favorite moment from the entire fic so we can all cry together? i liked the first time noa drove harrys car, or their date before the phone call, or the time he studied with the girls in chapter 10 (i think lol) OHH! the first morning after!
alright, enough about me! tell me YOUR fave!!!
ok!!!! bye! love and thank you all!
(oh wait, special thanks to all my lovely friends who helped me along the way in so many ways for this!!! special specials thanks to eriza, ash, delaney, and katie! my girls!!!! <3 lol)
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1. From one to five stars, how would you rate your writing? (No downplaying yourself!)
2 stars maybe? Im not great and i forget a lot of things. but no one can stop me from writing and i enjoy it. the more i do it the more i may like my own writing one day
2. Why do you write fanfiction? Fanfiction is everything to me. It was a matter of time until i started writing it seriously for myself.
3. What do you think makes your writing stand out from other works?
Literally nothing. I tend to go off with ships and specific things i want represented... but thats it. anyone can write.
4. Are there any writers that inspire you?
Always! so many! the best thing about fanfiction is how it builds upon itself and spreads!
5. What’s the fic you’re most proud of?
Im very proud of Secret Baby/ River run. Its large and a mess and i hate it. But im proud ive done it. A completed one im proud of is "Compress said its his turn on the murder screen" i think i did well with that one and kept the tone I wanted.
6. What element of writing do you find comes easily?
Arguments between characters and having them express themselves other ways.
7. What element of writing do you struggle with most?
It's the making up and posting works i struggle with. Along with editing which is another monster.
8. Which character(s) do you find easiest to write?
I do love the murder boys! Dabi, Itachi, Deidara, Naruto (should have killed everyone), Reno. If theyve got issues i love them!
9. Which character(s) do you find most difficult to write?
happy characters. I just don't know what to do with them. Like a domestic setting with no action? nope not for me!
10. What’s your favorite genre to write for?
Hurt/comfort has always been my jam!
11. Who or what do you find yourself writing about most?
im not entirely sure? I havent been really writing/posting that long.
12. Tell us about a WIP you’re excited about.
Expectations! its a collaboration i'm working on with a friend and a DabiHawks fanfiction again! It's a fic where they fall in bed together before they even like each other. A lot of assumptions are made and not a lot of talking gets done until quite a bit of Damage has been done. Hawks finds out that Dabi's been doing some things he wasnt comfy with just because he didnt know how to tell Hawks and because he was attached to him. It's messy and won't get less so.
interesting to write to say the least because im such a Zero tolerance person.
13. First fandom you ever wrote for?
Naruto lol
14. What’s your favorite fandom to write for?
part of my heart will always belong to naruto. can't leave it. But im enjoying writing for bnha immensely!
15. What’s the weirdest fandom you’ve ever written for?
Food Fantasy! a video game i did a short one shot on last october!
16. Any guilty pleasure trope(s)?
Soulmate au's! Omegaverse! I love tropes! Oh! Hanahaki!
17. A trope you’ll never, ever write for.
none.
18. Wildest fic you’ve ever written?
I wouldn't say ive done anything too wild?
19. Do you prefer canon-compliant, AUs, or something in-between?
get canon away from me! i love au's! any and all!
20. Gen fic or shippy stuff?
both!
21. Favorite pairing to write for? (platonic or romantic!)
currently its DabiHawks! i love my enemies to lovers! (everyone deserves compassion lave and basic decency)
22. Do you listen to anything while you write?
Sometimes! some fics have specific playlists!
23. Do you prefer prompts and challenges, or completely independent ideas?
All of the above! i dont know how to put wips back lol!
24. One-shots or multi-chaptered works?
I like one shots better but the amount of effort for multichapter fics is something else tbh!
25. Have you ever daydreamed about side adventures/spin-offs from your fic? Tell us about them!
Yes a few times brought on by comments! What if Hawks ran in to Dabi early on or if Dabi had stayed and talked to Hawks the last night they spent together. None of it ever really goes well? Dabi has no support besides his Significant Other in both of these and i dont like that.
26. Is there anything you’ve wanted to write, but you’ve been too scared to try?
Nope! Ive been getting the hang of NSFW and i feel like that's one of my biggest areas to improve on!
27. What’s the nicest comment you’ve ever received?
any! seriously i love comments! telling me to write more or that i forgot something was done 6 chapters ago or a string of emoji's!
28. How well do you handle criticism when it comes to your writing?
Much better than I used to!
29. Have you ever gone outside of your comfort zone for a fic? How did it turn out?
Every time i post lol. Im pretty comfortable with a variety of things! there's been times in this roleplay i participate in that i was very uncomfortable with how my character was acting but that was the entire point and it turned out well considering the outrage he kept causing!
30. Tooth-rotting fluff or merciless angst?
Best of both! ive also taken a shine to writing things that out of story context are fluff but in context are horrendous angst!
31. Do you have any OCs? Tell us about them!
Nope! I don't really do Oc's!
32. Summarize a random fic of yours in 10 words or less.
Secret Baby/ River Run- Dabi gets pregnant and runs away. Hawks is the father.
33. Is there anything you wish your audience knew about your writing or writing process?
I've had such a kind fantastic audience but i wish they would pay some more attention sometimes to why i have characters do things the way they do. Hawks leaves Dabi alone? theres a reason for that and the awnser is not to stalk him. even for Dabi's saftey.
34. Copy and paste an excerpt you’re particularly fond of.
Dabi dosen't meet Rumi like expected. He expected to just get taken out by her in a fight one day, if they met at all. Not him cleaning his torn staples in Hawks bathroom after he's been shoved in there, Rumi having interrupted a blowjob and Hawks had roughly shoved him in his bathroom. He couldn't hear much of the conversation going on outside. But what he could made his face burn with embarrassment as he tried to put himself together. The fact that she was also a Hero and Hawks best friend made him nervous. What a great first impression, sucking her best friends dick with a bloody face. -" NOT DATING-" Hawks voice broke through for a moment and then quieted. -"I DON'T GIVE A DAMN IF HE'S A VILLAIN KEIGO, HE WAS JUST GIVING YOU A BLOWJOB THERE IS NO ." There was a loud thump as Rumi was yelling and Dabi let himself flinch here in private. She quieted down soon after she had started yelling. Dabi sat down against the sinks cupboard and rested his head on his knees. Waiting for it to stop and Hawks to kick him out. He wouldn't actually get to meet Rumi as Keigo's, well as Keigo's anything. It was just sex between them on Hawks end anyways. There's stomping towards the door and Dabi scrambles up as he resists the urge to lock the door. To lock himself inside like a child thinking it will save him from Enjis rath. Hawks is.... he's not kind to Dabi, but he's not Enji either. The door opens and Rumi's gaze finds him as he's getting up. He ducks his head and gives a little half hearted wave, not sure what she's doing. Why she's looking at him with a gaze much softer than expected. "Hey. Sorry I walked in on you guys. I'm Rumi. Hawks best friend he's been hiding away from you." "I uh. Um. Dabi? I go by Dabi. I think it's more like I'm just his dirty little secret." He gives a small dry chuckle and a smirk, a tad on the mean side like he did with Keigo. It came out a little to real and he winced. He sounded like a whiny asshole, he thought as he kept his gaze on his bare toes digging into the tile. "Dabi, I doubt Keigo thinks of you like that." Rumi reaches her hand out and Dabi tenses in anticipation of her grabbing him. To harm him maybe? To throw him in cuffs? Out of Keigo's apartment but he has no doubt that he will be there soon enough after Rumi leaves. "Its fine. I'm just a villain he can sleep with ya know?" Rumi gets a determined look in her eye as she draws her hand back, having noticed him tense up. "I'm going to give you my number Dabi. Villains don't any resources and I don't like how Hawks treated you when I walked in. If anything happens, I want you to have a way out. I don't think you've told your friends who your sleeping with. Or you would have teleported out of here." Dabi hands his phone over still in shock to Rumi and she gently takes it. She's still super confident in person but, there's no violence or anger from her. Its... suprising.
35. Ramble about any fic-related thing you want!
Dabi and Hawks can both have issues and have to put in some serious effort to not only see those issues, but work together with them. this has been a PSA.
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