#AFTER spending like 6 hours on a different edit

[hyperfixation-tangentopia]

Song: Hourglass by Set it Off

*Ringing bell* ANGST HERE COME GET YOUR ANGST

So, um. I had the idea of the last audio but no other ideas. So this was 90% done on the fly ngl. I still like it. I wasn't totally happy with the song choice when I landed on it but it. It works.

Anyway someone tell my brain to take a goddamn break from editing oh my gosh (<- has more angst planned already)

#can't believe it took me this long to think to use DSMP audio for angst #how did it take me that long #also screwed with a few video/audio settings #mostly audio #I think it turned out alright #rottmnt edit #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt #rottmnt leo #rottmnt raph #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt angst #alright time to do literally anything else brain please #I also got this idea at 4 IN THE FUCKING MORNING #AFTER spending like 6 hours on a different edit #brain please why are you like this

[charles-eclair16]

~The 5 times Charles talked about you publicly~

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x actress!reader.

Warning- it's my first time ever writing so please be kind. English is not my first language so please ignore it if there are any mistakes.

1. The first time Charles was caught talking about you was pure accident and it wasn't even him who brought you up. It was an overly competitive Carlos who couldn't keep his mouth shut. It was during a C² challenge of who knows your teammate better and it was all going pretty much in Charles favour because the questions were too easy according to him. So when the score was 6 to 4 he was feeling pretty confident about winning but what he didn't expect was the next question to throw him off.

"Who's your current crush?" Was honestly not a difficult question to answer and Charles knew he would nail it. He totally knew who Carlos was crushing on.

"It's Y/N! He watches her interviews and giggles because she's so beautif-oww mate stop hitting me!“ Charles knew he had to make his teammate stop talking before he spilled anything more.

"Is it true?" Now this was a question Charles didn't know how to answer, should he own up that he was hopelessly crushing on her and that it was true that he watched all her interviews. But then again who could blame him she was so beautiful and he honestly loved the way she spoke, something about the way she spoke made Charles want to listen to her for hours.

"Yeah it's true. I really like her as an actress and she's very pretty but I don't giggle watching her!" He thought that was a decent answer.

"He does! He does it! He even watches fan edits of h-" Carlos was cut off by a wildly flinging hand of Charles.

" I do not!" was what Charles could come up with as he tried to stop Carlos. The next day he woke up with thousands of mentions of fans telling him that they understood...he didn't knew if he should feel embarrassed or laugh at some of the memes. He even liked a few of them.

2. The second time Charles mentioned you it was after you had soft launched each other for two months without the fans knowledge. It was nice to share secret moments with each other and bask in the privacy of home dates. It had been 7 months of dating and Charles was on the moon. His car was great, he was leading the championship with 10 points and he had a wonderful women supporting him. The only thing which bothered him was him not being able to shout his love and show you off to the world. So a mutual decision was taken between you two to not hide anymore but what you didn't expected was Charles to come running towards you as he got out of the car after coming p2 in the Silverstone Grand prix. You weren't even able to utter a word before he was kissing you. It wasn't a peck it was Charles expressing his love and gratitude for your unwavering support.

" How does winning feels now? Much sweeter than before?" Was the teasing question he got as he went to the post race interviews. He wasn't surprised. He knew he was going to get questions after a public kiss.

"Yeah, it feels great winning here with Carlos coming p1. It's a great weekend for our team" he laughed as he answered the question.

" So I'm sure you have plans to celebrate tonight. Any special plans?" He knew what the interviewer wanted to hear so he gave it to him with a smile so big he knew his dimples were all out.

" Yeah there's a plan to celebrate tonight definitely, the teams been throwing different ideas but honestly I would just prefer to spend my time with my girlfriend and have a quiet night. She came directly from her shooting so I'm sure she would want to stay in. And we can party with the team next time!"

It was safe to say that they both were trending worldwide.

3. At first Charles didn't know why he was trending and before he could check it he was asked to hurry up and get in the car. It was the worst race of the season for him. He was leading the race with pole position in France but he lost traction in his rear tyres and crashed into turn 11 which caused him the race. He was frustrated and tired. He just wanted to go back and not think about the horrible way he got out of the race. He wanted to cuddle you and forget about the day so when he was told to to attend a group media pen he was annoyed. When the question came he was speechless at first his brain shutting down from the ridiculous question.

" It's a very bad time for you Charles with the dnf and your recent breakup so how do you seperate these things from your work? Did your breakup caused you maybe to lose?" He wasn't aware of his break up.

"My what?!" Charles was shocked he didn't knew he was broken up because he was not planning to break up anywhere in the future.

"You didn't tell me you broke up?!" Perrie was genuinely confused now. If it was true wouldn't Kika tell him that? He knew the girls were close and he was sure that Charles would tell him that, wouldn't he?

"What did you do?" It was Lewis who glared at Charles and he finally got his wits to answer.

"No! We are very much together and happy! Who told you that we broke up?! Is that why I was trending Today?"

"Yes there was news that you broke up with your girlfriend and that you were heartbroken." The interviewer nervously let out a chuckle which caused the drivers to laugh

"Oh my god! No! We are together and I plan to be together for a long time so there's no need to worry about that ...I don't think I would survive without her pasta to be honest and her too." He reassured.

When he finally got the chance to check his notifications later in the night he could only laugh as he looked at the memes and the threats he got for fumbling a baddie like Y/N. He showed her some too as she layed on his chest on their bed.

4. The fourth time Charles gets asked is the first time he felt nervous talking about you ever in the entire 5 year relationship. It was because he knew he was absolute shit at lying. So when all the fellow drivers continue to tease Daniel for throwing the wedding party of the year. He remains quite and laughs at appropriate times.

" Charles you're quite there! So now that your friends are settling down with Daniel and Max getting married is it safe to assume that you're next?" Oh shit! He was sweating. He didn't know how to answer that without revealing that he had already picked a ring and was going to propose very soon. He had even taken her father's approval last month on their family trip together.

"Yes mate when are you getting married?"

"He's definitely getting married next!"

"With how whipped he is for her how do have any doubts about that!“ Charles tried to tune out the teasing remarks of his friends to formulate words to answer.

" Uh yeah, I would very much like to but we are focusing on the present at the moment but there's no doubt that I plan to marry her because honestly I can't imagine anyone else by my side when I think of my future. I want to start a family with her and get old with her. She completes me in the true sense and is my piller of strength. I don't think I have ever felt this much love for anyon-"

"And this is why we don't question Charles because then he doesn't stop!" Charles laughed at that as if Max was any better when talking about his wife.

"So yeah marriage is definitely on the cards on the future " he concluded.

And after 2 months he knew why he was trending and he couldn't be more happier. He now laughed at the mentions and yes he knew how to fight for his fiance.

5. The fifth time Charles was asked about you he was smiling ear to ear and anyone who looked at him can see that he was glowing.Others would say it was because he was starting the new season as a world champion but he knew it was because of Y/N and what she had told him the night before and later to their closed ones. So he felt quite happy answering questions.

"How are you feeling for the new season? Excited? Nervous?" the interviewer couldn't stop himself from smiling too. Charles happiness was contagious.

"It feels good to be back to the racing. The car feels good and after last year we are quite excited for this season too. We are looking forward to the races and with new tracks added to the calendar the excitement levels have increased. Yeah there's nervousness too-ah only little bit but that's totally normal...But I am quite confident! Also now I have to be a little careful because now that we are going to have new addition to the family I can't risk it! I have to-"

"New addition?" He stopped talking eyes widened and looked at the camera.

"What?" He was fucked, so fucked. She was going to kill him. He knew.

"You told new addition? Is it true? Are you going to be a father? Congratulations!" He could only nod and accept the hug he was receiving. They were supposed to announce it with a cute insta post and he had ruined it. He was the one to suggest it, he had even thought about the caption.

"Tell us more! Is she going to come to the races now? I'm sure everyone would like that?!" The interview continued

"Oh yes! Yes she wants to come to the races but I think we'll keep it a little private and only between family to enjoy this moment together. It's a new beginning with my person so I want to be there for her at every step. Its- it's definitely a blessing for us and I'm so grateful for her."

The next thing he knew he was trending along with y/n as parents and he couldn't ask for anything more.

#charles leclerc #charles leclerc x reader #f1 instagram au #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc x you #f1 #formula 1 #fic rec #charles leclerc x female reader #f1 imagine #pierre gasly #max verstappen f1 #cl16 fanfic #cl16 imagine #cl16 x reader

[auras-moonstone]

OMGOMGOMG WHAT IF JACK CHAMPION X READER AND LIKE THEY ARE READING FUNNY THIRST TWEETS AND ITS FUNNY BUT JACK IS A LITTLE JEALOUS BUT YESSS I LOVE YOUR WORK BAE🤍🤍🤍 

hi, thank you sm!!🤍 this was really fun to write, hope you like it!

i’m so chill, but you make me jealous — jack champion

word count: 1,059

pairing: jack champion x fem!reader

summary: y/n and jack are invited to read thirst tweets and jack gets a little jealous of the compliments his girlfriend receives.

“HI! I’M Y/N Y/L/N AND I PLAY JULIET ON SCREAM 6” the girl said to the camera with a big smile.

“And I’m Jack Champion and I play Ethan Landry on Scream 6” he did a little wave while showing his perfect white teeth.

“And today we’re here with Buzzfeed to read…” Y/N said, waiting for his boyfriend to finish the line.

“Thirst tweets! I’m scared, Twitter is one wild app” Jack chuckled.

“I love twitter” Y/N told the cameras, emphasising the word ‘love’.

“She really does, she spends hours on it. And sometimes I can hear her laughter from the bedroom when I’m in the living room” he smiled, looking at her in adoration.

“People are very creative in there!” she defended herself. “Anyways, let’s start this!”.

it’s just rude how jack champion walks around being cute and i’m not there to witness it

Jack smiled “That’s actually really adorable. Thank you so much!”

“It’s honestly ruder when you actually witness it because you can’t just comprehend how someone this cute exists” Y/N said faking annoyance.

“Aw, stop it. You’re making me blush” he let out a nervous laugh, covering his face.

“My favorite hobby: making my boyfriend blush” she’s smiled proudly.

PLEASE I WOULD DIE FOR JACK CHAMPION AND Y/N Y/L/N I DONT THINK YOU UNDERSTAND THE GRIP THEY HAVE ON ME I’D GLADLY WALK OVER HOT COALS CARRYING THE WEIGHT OF THE WORLD IF IT MEANT THEY’D BE HAPPY

“I just love how supportive people are about our relationship. Like, especially the fans, they’re always sending us adorable messages and commenting how we make them happy. Honestly, thank you so much” Jack said in a grateful way.

“Yes, they are awesome! And you don’t have to do that to makes us happy. Just send us fan edits of us with Taylor Swift songs, and we’ll be the happiest!” she winked at the camera.

y/n y/l/n in scream 6 is so fine, like she could gaslight gatekeep and girlboss me and i would let her

“Thanks! I guess… man I love this! My self-esteem is going to be on the fucking sky once we’re finished!” Y/N laughed.

“I don’t know how I feel about people thirsting over my girlfriend… but at the same time I get it, look at her!” Jack said, turning his face to look at her profile. She truly was an angel—inside and out. And he honestly, even after a year of dating, still can’t believe how lucky he is.

jack champion has the cutest smile ever i cry forever

“I feel you!” Y/N said loudly. “He says he never had braces but I don’t fucking buy it. No one naturally has that million dollar smile”.

“Thank you for the compliment. And I swear, I never had braces”

“I don’t buy it, but okay. I love you so I’ll let you gaslight me”

y/n y/l/n could stab me 781 times and i would still be screaming thank you!

“Woah! You have some serious kinks, but I won’t judge you” Y/N laughed.

“Y/N! Oh my god” his boyfriend laughed. “I honestly don’t know how to take this tweet, let’s just quickly move on”.

if you don’t find jack champion hot, you’re lying!

“I mean, everyone has a different type, so” Jack shrugged.

Y/N rolled her eyes “Bullshit. You’re everyone’s type. If you know someone who doesn’t find him hot, send me their address, I just wanna talk”.

“I love you” Jack laughed, kissing her knuckles.

“I love you too” she smiled.

no one talks about scream 6 without mentioning how hot jack champion is

“I mean, it’s true! I think we all felt some type of way during the train scene… and when he took his mask off???? I forgot how to breath” Y/N said. She will never shut up about how gorgeous his boyfriend was, because his factions were just too good to not be talked about.

“I’m starting to think you sent these tweets, love”

“I didn’t. But you know what? I’m opening a Jack Champion fan account to tweet about your pretty face every day”

“I’m honoured” he laughed. Jack just loved how she was always complimenting him, it made him feel really loved by her.

i would let y/n y/l/n split me in half like a pistacho send tweet

Jack widened his eyes “Can we leave now?”

“No!” Y/N laughed.

“I feel like every tweet gets dirtier and I won’t be able to handle it”

“Are you seriously jealous about some random people on the internet?” Y/N chuckled “You’re so cute. Thanks for the tweet, by the way! But I have a lovely boyfriend who would definitely not appreciate me doing that!”

“That’s better” he smiled proudly.

i want someone to look at me the way y/n and jack look at each other

“That’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard” Jack said, touching his chest.

“We really are part of those annoying couples who can’t keep doing heart eyes to the other. And honestly, I’m not even embarrassed by it, I love loving my boyfriend”.

y/n is so fucking fine i hope her cheetos are FLAMING HOT like her

“And we’re done!” Jack said, doing one big loud clap. “Thank you for watching!”

“Thank you for the compliment and sorry about my jealous boyfriend. Thanks for watching, don’t forget to like and suscribe!” Y/N gave one last grin to the camera before it stopped recording.

“Everybody wants you” Jack frowned, wrapping his arms around her waist.

Y/N laughed “Sorry for them then, because I only want you. Now, can we go to the dressing room so we can make out?”

Jack nodded, and Y/N swore she had never seen him run so fast.

buzzfeed here you go! your favorite couple reads thirst tweets! ❤️

y/nxjack this should be called “y/n and jack read thirst tweets while thirsting over each other” tbh

y/nslover omg the cheetos tweet is mine!!! y/n.y/l/n you are the love of my life

jackchampion no she’s not she’s mine🤬

y/nslover jackchampion can you fight??

jackchampion y/nslover WHY WOULD I FIGHT SHE’S ALREADY MY GIRLFRIEND I’M GOING TO BLOCK YOU

y/n.y/l/n i love you you’re a sweetheart y/nslover 💕 JACK STOP IT OMG

devyn_nekoda i love how jack’s jaw clenches more and more as the video goes on😭😭😭 by the way, the pistacho tweet… i relate

y/n.y/l/n tell me time and place gorgeous :)

jackchampion we are over y/n.y/l/n

y/n.y/l/n okay jackchampion

jackchampion NO BABE I WAS KIDDING I LOVE YOU DONT LEAVE ME y/n.y/l/n

#jack champion #jack champion x y/n #ethan landry #jack champion fluff #jack champion x reader #jackchampion #jack champion imagine #jack champion oneshot #scream iv #ghostface #jack champion fanfic #ethanlandry #scream 6

[failedintsave]

Bucci Gang HCs Nobody Asked For

Sleep Edition

Bucciarati

Sleeping: sleeps either 2 hours or 12, no in-between; sprawls like a starfish and snores like a chainsaw when he isn't just catnapping; blanket thief, but ends up kicking most of them off the bed; one old, flat pillow; has to set 50 alarms to wake himself, but rouses easily to the sound of his own name

Pajamas: oversized t-shirt and soft shorts (emphasis short) for lounging, but usually strips butt-naked to sleep

Abbacchio

Sleeping: takes 90min on average to actually fall asleep, usually rests 4-6 hours a night, waking multiple times; side/stomach sleeper, doesn't roll more than a few times a night; mostly quiet, sighs a lot when he's deeply asleep; owns multiple weighted blankets; gets up just before sunrise without an alarm every day and is therefore in charge of making coffee

Pajamas: loose tank top and sweatpants

Mista

Sleeping: spends as many nights on the couch as in his own bed; snork mimimimi; dreams vividly and loves to analyze them out loud the following day; always manages to get a cool 7+ hours, even with the Pistols waking him at midnight sharp for a snack; likes a single blanket with no topsheet; wears his hat to bed; very groggy upon waking but generally cheerful in the mornings

Pajamas: socks and boxers most of the year, cartoon-patterned flannel pants in the cold months, no shirt ever

Fugo

Sleeping: keeps his bed pushed in a corner and sleeps with his back to the wall; talks in his sleep, usually muttering about something he read that day (brain won't quit); gets a solid block of 6 uninterrupted hours on most nights, and Do Not Disturb him before then if you value your life; prefers a vintage, twin bell alarm clock over a radio or buzzer

Pajamas: Ebeneezer Scrooge-ass nightshirt

Narancia

Sleeping: can and will pass out anywhere, anytime, for however long he needs (sleep schedule who?); tummy sleeper but often draws his knees under his chest and hikes his butt in the air like little kids do; so much drool; sometimes has night terrors and ends up crawling into bed with Fugo or Mista after; sleeps through alarms and has to be shaken awake more often than not

Pajamas: tee with the sleeves ripped off and gym shorts

Giorno

Sleeping: able to go lights-out as soon as he settles down; sleeps flat on his back, hands folded over his chest, still and quiet all night; has 10+ pillows and lies in them like a nest (also one stuffed frog); rolls and pins his bangs every night; wakes naturally when his room brightens because he keeps his curtains and blinds open for his plants to get sunlight

Pajamas: owns several sets of matched silk pajamas in different pastel shades

Trish

Sleeping: insists on 8 hours of beauty rest and will complain about dark circles and the risk of wrinkles if she doesn't get it; sleeps curled up, hugging a pillow; wears a sleep mask and uses a white noise machine (prefers rain sounds); also wears a mouthguard but only uses it about 50% of the time

Pajamas: either a sports bra and shorts, or whatever comfortable-looking item she's stolen borrowed from 'her boys,' fuzzy bunny slippers

#this has been rotting in my drafts for ages #ran out of colors so gio and trish have to share pink sorry kids #silly hc hours. maybe ill do more of these #bruno bucciarati #leone abbacchio #guido mista #panacotta fugo #narancia ghirga #giorno giovanna #trish una #jjba

[saninthebuilding]

"it's your golden hour"

❤️‍🩹 pairing: kim taehyung x reader

❤️‍🩹 summary: being in a relationship with an idol can be a bit busy, especially when it's one of the members of bts. however, despite all taehyung's idol activities, you're there to show him- both to his face and behind his back -just how much you love him, even when he doubts his worth.

❤️‍🩹 word count: 2.8k (edited!)

❤️‍🩹 genre: idol!taehyung au, art major!reader au, university student!reader au, fluff, slight angst, hurt/comfort

❤️‍🩹 trope: pre-established relationship

❤️‍🩹 warnings: self-doubt, crying, mentions of sleep, taehyung is unsure of reader's love for him, reader is completely in love with taehyung, they're really soft, fluffy-haired taehyung (because i consider this a warning, he's so fine-)

❤️‍🩹 a/n: changing up my theme! to be honest i like this a lot more, it's so organized and clear, but anyways. i really liked how this turned out, even though i had a completely different idea when i started this, but i've been so in love with taehyung's hair in his recent lives and i just had to write something for him because he's been bias-wrecking me really hard lately. i hope you enjoy!

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leaning back into the couch, i stretch my arms high above my head, basking in the evening sun currently streaming through the large french windows in the living room.

taehyung lay sprawled out beside me, head in my lap and feet hanging off the side of the sofa as he taps away at his phone, playing some game he'd downloaded recently.

he cheers, pumping his fist into the air as a celebratory tune rings out from his phone, and i shake my head, smiling down at him as i brush his hair out of his eyes. he looks up at me, excited, before turning back to his screen.

it was a lazy sunday for taehyung and i, the two of us having cleared up our weekend to make time for each other. although he was currently on break from his idol activities to work on his solo career, he was still busy. having secured several deals, he was bomboarded with photoshoots and modelling by major companies like celine and elle korea- just to name a few.

however, my schedule wasn't any better. as a current art major in my fourth year of university, culminating week was just around the corner as my last semester rounded to a close. it was a stressful time, but i was lucky enough to have submitted my portfolio assignment early, so i had the rest of the week free before my final evaluation.

sighing, i look down, staring at taehyung playing his game. he seemed so focused, the reflection of the colourful lights from his screen painting his determined expression in hues of reds and blues.

looking at the time, i see the clock on the opposing wall reads 6:13 pm.

i pouted, glaring at his phone that had held his undivided attention for the past hour. i had thought he would put it away after a while, but it seemed like he had been waiting all week to try the app out, so i'd taken the opportunity to just enjoy his company.

still, i did miss actually interacting with him.

we'd barely gotten free time until now, and until his final photoshoots finished and my semester ended it was unlikely we'd get to spend some proper time together like this again.

not gonna lie, i feel like i'm third-wheeling here.

"taehyung, why won't you hang out with me?" i whined, taking him by surprise as i drum my hands on his chest. he lets out a startled yelp, quickly pressing something on his phone before looking up at me.

"yah, i almost lost!" he protests, looking at me in absolute horror- "you can't scare me like that!"

"yea, well maybe you should lose" i say, cheeks puffing up as i spoke. "all you've been doing is playing that game for the past hour. it's like i freed the weekend up just to watch you-"

realizing this wasn't what i had intended to say, i backtracked, waving my hands around frantically in panic, "which i love, don't get me wrong! uh- watching you, i mean. but, i just..."

i trail off, hands coming up to cover my face in embarrassment, before i peek down through my fingers. taehyung is gazing up at me, a soft look on his face, phone forgotten on his stomach.

i sigh, taking his silence as an encouragement to keep going.

"i've just missed you so much" i mumble, turning away from him to look out the window. the sun was setting lower now, rays turning golden as they hit the glass and splintered in the air.

it was magical.

"this is the only weekend we both have off until all our work is finished, and that isn't for another week or so. and i've barely seen at all except for when i'm leaving early morning for a class and you're there to drive me, or when you come drained after a day of work and slip into bed next to me, so it's a little..."

i pause, confused as i see taehyung's mouth falls open in shock. but before i can ask him what's wrong, he quickly sits up, shifting the two of us on the couch so we're facing each other.

"shit, do i wake you up every night?" he asks as his hands glide up and down my sides in what seems to be apology, "i swear i try to be quiet-"

i laugh, realizing he thinks he disturbs my sleep, before shaking my head, "no, no, don't worry. you don't wake me up." i let my hands rest on his knees, tracing small patterns with my fingers to calm him down.

"but then how do you-" he stops talking, confused, "it's always really late when i get home. and you're always asleep when i lie down..."

"well, no, not really. i just..." i feel heat start to creep into my ears, and i look down, focusing on the soft white material of his t-shirt.

"i wait for you. i know how tired you are when you get home, you barely even wash up or change before coming to bed. so i just, you know..."

i don't see it, but taehyung's eyes go wide, as if something clicked in his head. "that's why my clothes are always changed, and why my face and hair aren't full of all the products the staff use when i wake up."

suddenly taehyung tilts his head down, and as he looks at me, i see his expression has turned gentle, loving, adoring, as though i were the most precious thing in the world. his hands have stopped on my waist, and when he speaks his voice is heavy with emotion.

"no wonder on some nights i'd feel you moving around. and others i'd wake up with memories of hands cupping my face, guiding a glass of water to my lips, brushing the hair out of my eyes. you take care of me every night after i fall asleep, don't you?"

i bite my bottom lip, feeling a little embarrassed, but i nod anyway.

it was true. each night i'd wait for taehyung to get home, and after he had knocked himself out among the sheets, i would get up and start with his clothes. sometimes he'd wake up halfway, helping me swap his dress pants for a pair of soft pajama bottoms. other times i'd gently peel off his leather jacket or button-up while he slept, leaving him more comfortable in a t-shirt.

next i'd wet a towel with warm water and wipe the beauty products off his face (even though he doesn't need any). but it was never too much since the stylists try their best to use as little as possible when shooting, so it was always the easiest thing to do.

then i'd get another wet towel and start on his hair, working out the gel and hair spray that was occasionally still there on days where taehyung didn't have the energy to wash it out before coming home.

and if i was lucky, he would sometimes wake up just as i was getting back into bed, drunk on sleep and exhaustion, and i'd use the opportunity to coax a glass of water into his hands, encouraging him to finish it.

it was nights like these i cherished most, the stolen moments i was sometimes blessed with when i helped him drink some water and he would mumble how his day had been, eyes bleary and hands reaching for my warmth. the days where he trusted me enough to let me take care of him, even in his most vulnerable state, before pulling me into his chest and falling back to sleep with me in his arms.

and as i felt his fingers under my chin, guiding my head to meet his gaze, i stared into his soft, brown eyes, taking in the way the sun hit his tan skin just right, bathing him in a golden glow so breathtaking that he looked unreal, seeing the way his eyes shined and his face was so full of love, for me, all for me, and i realize that, no, those moments were not what i cherished most.

it was him that i cherished most.

"y/n?" taehyung breathes, and as i saw his eyes begin to turn wet, i understood that he felt the same way.

even though we barely got any time together, even though we barely saw each other, even though our lives were so busy, at the end of the day these things would never change the way we felt for each other.

because i loved him, and he loved me, and regardless of all our photoshoots and assignments and mismatched schedules, that love was never going anywhere.

it would never waver, because the bond the two of us had created over the years was deeper than scenic dates and bouqets of flowers and fancy gifts.

it was trust and comfort and support and understanding- but above all else, it was unconditional love.

and that is the kind that lasts forever.

"yes?" i whisper, and my voice comes out breathless, dazed, as i am completely transfixed by the man before me.

"don't i burden you? don't you think i rely on you this much, even unknowingly? doesn't it bother you that i'm barely around, showing up late at night only to fall straight asleep and wake up early only to leave you again?"

my lips part as a gasp comes out of my mouth, his unexpectedly serious words spearing my chest- "of course not taehyung, how could you say that?"

he shakes his head, teeth nipping at the corner of his mouth. "i mean, i know i'm an idol, and that this relationship is probably already something that puts strain on your shoulders due to the possibility of fans finding you and harming you. but i'm also your boyfriend. and boyfriends are supposed to be here, supposed to be present, supposed to show you how much you mean to them."

taehyung leans closer, tentative, wary, almost scared as he reaches out to me, only to pull his hand away. he swallows hard, before looking up to meet my gaze, eyes glistening.

"don't you get tired of being with me?"

my heart drops at his words, at how ashamed and anxious he sounds. he clenches his jaw, a nervous habit of his, and i let my eyes linger on the movement, watching how the veins in his neck make a quick appearance. i see the muscles in his arms flex as he lifts his hand to my face again, seeming unsure. i admire the ethereal glow the sun casts upon his skin as he raises my head to his. the mole on his lower lip, on his nose, on his cheek. the way he pulls the skin of his bottom lip between his teeth, sinking them into the soft flesh before letting go. the way the salt water in his eyes threatens to spill over his lashline.

i lift my hands up to his cheeks just as he rests his own on mine, gently brushing my thumbs over his eyes, preventing the tears from finding their way down his face.

he opens his mouth to continue, but i'm faster, the words tumbling out of me before i can stop myself.

"i love you so much taehyung" i breathe, voice catching in my throat as i feel my own eyes starting to sting. "so, so, so much- more than you can ever know. but you have to know. you need to know. i need you to know."

taehyung lets out a shaky breath, something halfway between a hiccup and a sob, and i move closer, climbing into his lap.

"we're both busy, and that's unavoidable. you have your life and i have mine, and even though we are so closely part of each others' lives, there are some things i cannot be included in, just as there are some things you cannot be included in."

his hands have come to rest on my hips, and letting one hand rest on his cheek, i maintain eye contact as i carefully run the other under his eye. over his cheekbone. his cheek. along his jawline. down his neck. he swallows under my touch, and i feel his adam's apple bob beneath my fingers. his eyes stay on mine, and when my hand reaches his chest, i flatten my palm directly over his heart, feeling his heartbeat thumping against my skin.

"but even though i may not be everywhere with you physically, i will always be in here."

i gaze at him, feeling my own heart beginning to speed up as i feel his fingers creep under my shirt, tracing circles with his thumbs on the skin of my waist.

"it doesn't matter how much time we spend together, it doesn't matter how much time we don't spend together. i need you to know that my love for you is not going anywhere."

my voice cracks a bit, a tear escaping down my cheek, and this causes taehyung to sniffle, eyes watering again.

"it doesn't matter how late you come home, it doesn't matter how early you have to leave. i will be there" i say, pressing my hand into his chest, "both in here..." i take my hand away from his face and gently grip his wrist, before placing his hand on my cheek, "and out here."

he bites his lip, visibly struggling to keep his tears at bay as he lets out a shuddering breath. he's clutching my sides now, as though trying to ground himself, to control the sobs threatening to take over.

"i will always be there to wipe your face down when you're too tired, to make sure you eat or drink something after a long day, to tuck you into bed so you can get a good night's sleep- to do whatever it is you want me to do for you."

i let go of his hand, reaching over to cup his face again, before pressing my lips to his forehead. and it is this action that seems to be too much for him, that breaks the dam he was so desperately trying to maintain, and he lets out a sob, arms wrapping around my body as he pulls me close, burying his face into my shoulder.

"because i love you, taehyung" i choke out, my own tears spilling down my cheeks upon hearing him break in my arms, "and i will always love you. so don't you ever doubt that."

he's crying in earnest now, his hands fisting the cloth of my shirt as his body shakes from the force of his tears. he inhales shakily, before forcing himself to say something.

"y/n" taehyung sputters, and i'm instantly hugging him closer as my own tears fall, rubbing his back and planting soft kisses into his fluffy hair.

"i'm right here, taehyung. i'm not going anywhere, i promise," i whisper into his ear, gently rocking us side to side. "it's okay, you're okay. we're okay."

i let him cry for a while longer, holding him up even as his body gives out under the weight of his tears. i feel him pulling away, and as i wipe my tears away to glance at him, his hands are suddenly cupping my cheeks, looking me straight in the eyes before he presses his lips to mine.

the tears streaming down his face mix with my own on our lips, the salt water a stark contrast to the sweetness of the kiss. he goes slow, as though trying to engrain the moment into his heart, into his mind, convincing himself that i did actually, truly love him despite the burden he considered himself to be.

i tangle my fingers into his hair, and as i marvel at the softeness of his brown locks under my hands, i pull him closer, wanting him to feel all the affection and adoration and sheer love i had for him.

taehyung leans back after a bit, panting softly, his glossy eyes blown wide as he studies my face. he lifts a hand to caress my cheek, absentmindedly brushing at the wetness on my skin before pressing his forehead to mine.

"i love you" he whispers, "i love you so much, y/n, and i can't tell you how grateful and lucky i feel just to be able to call you mine."

he pulls away, grabbing my hand and slips his fingers between my own, before lifting our intertwined hands to his lips and pressing a soft kiss to the back of my hand, keeping his eyes on mine the entire time.

despite my current drowsiness due to all the tears i just cried, i let out a surprised giggle. taehyung's gaze is gentle as he watches me, wiping the tears from my face, and i lean into his touch before throwing myself into his arms. he catches me easily, arms supporting my weight as i kiss his cheek, smiling softly.

"i love you taehyung."

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❤️‍🩹 i hope you enjoyed! likes, comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated! thank you for reading!

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Holaa! 🐏 I have finally finished editing the 8 part of this, it's quite long (compared to the others), so it probaby has more grammar mistakes since I kind of hate editing (YES I KNOW I ALREADY SAID THAT BEFORE BUT I REALLY REALLY HATE IT).

So, having said that: would you still read this Fanfic if I keep with the angst instead of moving on to the comfort were a worm?

👉🏻👈🏻 🪱

Flashbacks are written indented (this time heheh).

Also, this was not suppose to be a replaced!Au I fucking swear over all my forgotten wips, don't blame the fic, blame my writer skills JAJSJAJ so, no, Mc is not replaced. This trope is more like a ✨ misundertanding Replaced!Au ✨

Happy ending of course, I don't want to cry.

Finally, this part takes place after the little fight with Lucifer (part 6), we get to see what they did and thought.

Get out of my way 🌈

The Seven Lords of hell were hopeless, who would believe that being ageless hadn’t taught them a single damn thing about facing their emotions? It seems the safest option is to bury your feelings deep down until they come out like a grown-up angry demon.

Everyone in the house of lamentation heard your fight with Lucifer, it wouldn't be a surprise if all the shouting made its way to the castle as well.

Belphegor had remained with his face buried in the soft cow-print pillow, listening to every word with a calm he was far from feeling. When your voice broke, his fragile comfort broke too, he didn't try to lay his head again. He knew rest wouldn’t come soon.

Beelzebub was exercising, lifting weights. It wasn't unusual to hear Lucifer’s scolding, quite the opposite he dares to say. What was unfitting was hearing you scream with such anger and sadness. It brought him to a halt. As worried as he’d felt, he remained still with his arms holding the heavy weight.

While the silence filled the room and your voice faded, he felt the barbell was too much to bear, though he wasn't sure if it was the bar or the ominous silence that engulfed him.

Asmodeus absolutely hates being disturbed while painting his nails. Almost always ruins his ever perfect manicure, this time was no different. He was ready to complain to whoever was making such a fuss until he heard you. What do you mean by “forgotten about you” ? They would never do that! They love you more than their own sins! He's always pampering you with gifts and attention!

Just yesterday he had thought you would look great in the red suit he saw at the mall, he hadn't bought it tho. But what about those dramatic black shoes he saw at your favorite store! He frowned, slowly realizing he hadn't bought anything for you in quite some time. But you would never resent him for something material.

He bit his nails trying to remember the last time you both spend a full day together. Asmodeus averted his reflection in the mirror, how terrible it would be to see the truth in his own eyes.

Leviathan couldn't stop looking at the 'GAME OVER' screen in front of him. You called them a “Bunch of liars” that's not true! They love you, he loves you. You're his second player, his Henry. He looked at your empty place and wondered why you weren’t with him, why were you fighting Lucifer instead?

“My honorable Lord of Shadow, would you honor me?” You passed the controller to him, silently begging with your eyes, more than 1 hour stuck at the same level.

“Nu-uh. I must deny your request, my dear friend Henry” He said as he easily dodged an empty bottle of water. “Help me pass the level, you ass.” “I can't. This is for your own good.” But you didn’t miss the hint of doubt in his eyes.

“Pleaseee??” Leviathan tried, he really did. It's not his fault but muscle memory doing its job. “Thank you, Levi. You're the best!”

How did he even manage to win the game in less than 5 minutes?! Why are you laying your head on his shoulder?! He's going to collapse at any moment now.

“You'll always help me, right? With you, I'll never lose any game.”

He blushed just remembering. Still, your words echoed in his mind “Bunch of liars.” and the big and awful words remained on T.V.

'GAME OVER'

Will you give him another life? A second chance to win you over? Did he just lose in the stupidest way ever?

Satan arrived at HoL, accompanied by Sc. He couldn't shake the pain that had settled inside him back in the library. “I feel so abandoned.” He's surprised by his own stupidity.

How could he have treated you like that? Invalidating your feelings, it was more than simply jealousy, much more than that. You felt lonely, excluded, abandoned.

“Shut up, Satan.” “You need to rest, you are human.” You pretended to ignore him as you continued reading. “Really? I hadn't noticed. I thought I was an angel.” He chuckled and took the book from your hands.

“You are. My one and only guardian angel.” “Demons don't have guardian angels. Give me back my book.” You were tired but Satan's words were engraved on your heart. He had told you how lonely he had been feeling lately. “SHH.”

He big spoon you. Your head resting on his chest. He started reading for you. “Thanks for being here, Mc.” You shook your head, already halfway into dreamland.

“No, Satan. Thanks for letting me be here.”

“They were reading... 'How to get ride of annoying demons' heh, they want to get rid of us.” The mere thought of letting you go hurt him to the core, steals all his wrath and morphed it into pain. “Satan, don't worry. I'm sure everything's going to be alright.”

“I’d read them the instructions for getting rid of our pacts if they just let me hold them close again.” He ran a hand through his hair for the thousandth time.

“Forget it, I would read them every torture method they could use on us. Every curse, each damned echantation to hurt us.” His breathing became erratic as he fought the urge of tearing off his own hair.

“Calm down, Satan! Breathe!” Sc was nervous, she was unaware of how much of your time together she had taken. Now, she felt helpless watching the mess she had unintentionally done.

“What if they decide to leave us?! No, what if they decide to leave me?!” Satan didn’t notice his state, his demon form out. His eyes gleamed dangerously and his fangs showing.

“They won't! We'll talk, this is just a big misunderstanding, okay?” The black-haired lady was honestly terrified, how you manage to calm down seven demons was beyond her comprehension.

She was begging whoever could listen to her, that you would find in yourself the kindness to forgive these idiot demons who know nothing of emotions.

While Sc was outside, confronting a panicked Satan, Mammon was still glued to the same spot where you’d left him. As if your previous order had been for him rather than for Lucifer.

He could barely remember your words, the only thing that occupied his mind was your pained face. Your eyebrows arched to show sorrow, your eyes filled with tears. The way your mouth twisted into a broken smile as you fought back tears.

The saddest smile he had ever seen on you. But the worst of all was the shock, the shock in your eyes.

From his perspective, you looked surprised and frightened in equal measure. Did you realized something? “Mammon, it's okay, alright? Stop crying.” He narrowed his eyes, he saw Lucifer’s worried face apparently calling him but instead of his voice he heard yours.

“They don't mean it, they love you. I love you.” You held his head in your hands, giving him pecks first on his forehead and then all over his face.

“Please, say something.” Mammon had gone quiet after a slightly more violent than usual fight with his brothers, he had run to his room followed by you. His face was blank and you knew that was a bad sign.

“A scumbag and an idiot who can't do shit. A shitty big brother.” He repeated the words and you felt a lump in your throat. “That's stupid. You're none of those things” You wiped the single tear that had slipped down Mammon's cheek.

“You're so smart, very handsome.” You caressed his hair while continuing to praise him. “You are my first! The one who helped me more than anyone.”

“Lucifer saved your life. I couldn't do it, not that time or any other time.” Now his face was an actual waterfall of tears. “You saved me first. I wouldn't have survived the Devildom without a friend. You were the first to offer me your friendship. You're the Great Mammon, remember?”

Because of his tears he saw you with blurry eyes, and for a moment he was speechless. Your eyes were mesmerizing, as if someone had taken a ray of celestial light and shoved it inside them.

The words escaped without him being able to stop them. “You're gorgeous.” You blushed as soon as you heard him and quickly averted his eyes as a small smile appeared on your face. “I said that out loud? No way! It's not true! Y-you heard me wrong! I said that YOU ARE GORGEOUS! wait no-” You roar with laughter like a half-dead seal, but in Mammon’s ears it sounded heavenly and soon he joined.

“I wouldn't trade you for anything, Mammon.”

“I wouldn't trade them for anything, I wouldn't.” Mammon was crying in Lucifer's arms, clinging to him like a lost child. “I swear, Lucifer. Please do something.”

Lucifer felt useless, a complete fool. Why did he ask you such a stupid question? Was it born out of worry and anxiety? You were right, anything could have happen to you.

That's exactly what he fears the most, something or somebody hurt you and he hadn't been there to protect you. He was watching a movie instead, even when he saw you leave he hadn't tried to stop you, why?

He would have preferred you to throw a tantrum, fake everything, whatever to avoid admitting how he had failed you. How he had failed you again.

You were absolutely right, he is arrogant and stupid.

“Don't cry, Mammon. We will talk with them, they'll understand.” Mammon separated from Lucifer’s embrace, shaking his head. “They don't trust us anymore.” Lucifer remembered how you had closed your eyes when he was trying to caress you. The sudden fear in your eyes, the trembling of your legs.

He would never hurt you. Except that he has hurt you plenty of times before. Maybe his father was right all along, he wasn't meant to care and protect, only to kill and destroy.

“Who’s a good demon, hm? Who is it? You! You are a good demon!!” You pat Lucifer's head, smiling so much it almost hurts.

He'd only shared a bottle of wine that he had bought in the human world a long time ago. Who would have thought that you would end up like this? Happily giggling like a toddler.

Lucifer was ashamed and, much to his surprise, amused. “You're bolder than usual, my love.” You sat on his lap and cupped his face, he closed his eyes and leaned into your touch.

“My morning star, so good, what a good demon you are.” His eyes shone when he met yours, he recognized pure love through your gaze, deep and sincere. “I'm not a good demon, Mc. There are not good demons.”

He felt your forehead on his.

“I'm looking at one right now.” He smiled and thought to himself. “If they think so, maybe I can try.”

He's going to try. Lucifer swallowed, his throat still sore. “We'll try, we'll do better.”

Part. 9 ಠ⁠‿⁠ಠ

Thank youuu so much for reading!(⁠っ⁠˘⁠з⁠(⁠˘⁠⌣⁠˘⁠ ⁠)♡♡

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One Is Not Better Than None

Soooo I was scrolling through my google docs and remembered this little AU that I started writing (with the help of @themiseryandcompany) a few months back when I first joined snzblr~

And well, the actual 6 part story where they meet isn't finished, and reading it back... the parts that ARE finished could use a lot of editing~ it was one of my first attempts at snzfics, but I did find this little drabble/side story from the same AU~

It's not good, definitely not up to my current standards, but I did a little editing to make it hopefully readable, aaaaand since I've been a bit slow with content, I'll throw it out there incase anyone wants it!

~For Context: In this AU B/akugo is a doctor, and S/hoto is his boyfriend/a barista~ Word Count: 1.3k of utter nonsense that I'm posting because why not~

All Characters Written As 18+ In This Story, (picture late 20's)

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Katsuki’s days off are few and far between, so when he does get time to spend at home, he finds that he often has a shadow.

Shoto seems to require constant contact, as if he fears that should their bodies stop touching for even a second, Katsuki would be out the door again. It would be annoying beyond belief, if it was anyone else. But it’s not anyone else.

He smirks over the journal he’s reading as Shoto lets out a breath that borders on a whine. He’s been trying to beat that level for an hour, and it seems like he’s just had to restart once more. 

“It’s not funny,” Shoto starts, catching Katsuki’s eyes as he glares up from his perch on Katsuki’s lap. A half-hearted gaze at best. “I’ve been at this forever. I just wanna beat it but this one boss has a frankly offensive level of regen. I know the strategy but I keep messing up the timing.”

With another sigh of frustration, the glare is long forgotten, instead replaced by a look that leaves Katsuki fighting the urge to kiss him until all the breath is sucked out of their lungs.

“Why don’t you just take a break and come back to it later when you’re less frustrated?” Katsuki offers, running a hand through Shoto’s mismatched hair. “Isn’t that what you always tell me when a recipe I’m trying for the first time isn’t going the way I want it to?”

“Yeah, but…” 

“What, too proud to take your own advice, Icy-Hot?”

It’s a nickname that came into being the first time Katsuki stayed over. Shoto had been sick at the time, and it was one of the first nights of pure vulnerability they’d experienced. 

With a fever, his body gets incredibly hot, but at the same time, he’s always swearing it’s freezing, shivering to make his point. During the night Katsuki tried to get him to take some blankets off, lest he smother himself to death, and Shoto’s reply was “I’m an icy pop”.  (To this day he still blames the fever talk for that little nugget).

To which Katsuki responded with a lighthearted “Oh yeah? Then why is said ‘icy pop’ so hot he nearly burns to the touch? Icy pop, more like Icy-Hot” and it just stuck from there. He normally saves it for playful teasing, such as today, but occasionally it slips out with a touch of softness when Shoto falls asleep in his arms. 

“No, this is different. I’m not frustrated, I just wahh!-” He breaks off, and Katsuki glances at him to see his eyes glossing over, mouth hanging slightly open, right on the brink for a few seconds until-

“heH-! hH’KESHHiew!”

A beat passes, Shoto’s eyes still unfocused, Katsuki biting a blessing back on his tongue.

“Snff- Bless me.” And with that, Shoto’s back to the level, leaving Katsuki to stare at him with a mystified expression. 

After several minutes of silence, and Katsuki’s eyes never leaving his face, mouth still slightly ajar, Shoto finally breaks away from his level to glance up at his boyfriend. “Uhh… what’s wrong..?”

“Y-you… sneezed…”

Shoto lets out a small chuckle, letting his phone rest on the couch as he sits up to meet Katsuki’s gaze. “Yeah? And? I do that quite often, you should know that by now.”

Katsuki rolls his eyes, as Shoto continues with a smirk. “And even if I didn’t, it’s a perfectly normal bodily function. You’re a doctor, I’m worried for your patients if hearing someone sneeze shocks you this much.”

“But… you… it was…. only one?”

“I guess so, yeah.”

There’s another pause, then Katsuki begins again, his words coming out uncharacteristically timid. “It’s… it’s never just one…”

The dumbfounded nature of Katsuki’s voice is enough to make Shoto burst into laughter. The joyous sounds finally snap his boyfriend out of the trance that the single sneeze had put him in, as he lightly punches Shoto’s arm. 

Shoto pulls away, still shaking with the joyous tune dancing from his chest, rocking the couch with each burst. For a minute, Katsuki feels his heart start beating through his throat, mind running wild. His full laughter is so rare… I’d do anything to hear it for the rest of my life.

Finally coming to his senses, Katsuki fires back with, “Hey, don’t laugh at me! I’ve never heard you sneeze just once before, it’s always at least two, more often in the hundreds”

This earns him a very weak punch, laughter still dancing through Shoto’s eyes. “I’m not that bad!” Sniffling lightly to test the waters, Shoto shrugs. “But yeah, just the one, I don’t feel any more. I’m sorry, I’ll make up for it next time I’m sure.”

Shoto reaches forward, touching their lips in an apology for the harm that his lack of a fit had apparently caused. Katsuki leans into the kiss, but his eyes still seem a bit far away.

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The rest of the day, it felt as if Shoto was under constant surveillance. Every time he looked over at Katsuki, his boyfriend was watching him, and would quickly avert his eyes, pretending to be doing something else.

Finally enough is enough. Shoto stands from the chair he was lounging in, and walks over to Katsuki who’s currently trying, and failing, to pull his eyes away long enough to read an article on his phone.

Wordlessly, Shoto leans down and rubs his nose against the cat-infested couch. Usually his meds are enough to starve off any really desperate attacks, but living in an apartment with your allergens is enough to set anyone off.

Add to that Shoto’s already sensitive nose, and it’s a sure thing that you’ll get at least a couple small fits per day. However, right now he needs that fit immediately, and his meds seem to be working a bit too well, so it’s time for drastic measures.

Rubbing his nose at all was a sure fire way to form a tickle, but add to that rubbing it against an allergen, and the reaction was certain to be quick and merciless.

“What are you doi-” Katsuki starts, but is cut off by Shoto’s breath catching, as he holds up a finger, attempting to explain himself before the fit can start.

“You... w- were... hehh- ihh... st- staring... at m... ESH’shiew-! Ishh’yu-! kishh’oo-! tishh’iew-!” 

Still trying to catch up, Katsuki can only blink, muttering to himself, “I was staring…” 

“huh- ishh-tishh-kESH’iew! Tishh’oo! Heh- hH’kschh!” 

“Bless you-”

“hep’kschh-kshh-nggxt’shiew! hehh… hH’ngnt! G’nxxt!uhh Hh’ ihhh… hDT-” 

Shoto pauses for a second, watery eyes pointed at the ceiling, seemingly stuck in a hitchy agony, caught between the overwhelming urge to sneeze, and the denial taunting him. 

With a shaky exhale, and a snff, he tries to finish the sentence he began earlier, “Staring ahahh at-”

-which the sneezes pick as the perfect time to release themselves. “ihh’keschh’oo-! hH’ISH’hieww-! Staring at me. Oh, bless me. It was starting to scare me a little."

Katsuki flushes at the accusation, admitting to himself, and only himself, that there may be a touch of truth in it. He sheepishly hands some tissues to Shoto, who takes them with a wink and a chuckle, cleaning himself up as Katsuki averts his eyes.

Once finished, he drapes himself onto the couch, lips hungrily capturing Katsuki in a deep kiss, only stopping once he needs to take a desperate breath and duck another “hh’kssh-! Ihh… heH! hahh’keTSH’iew-!” into his shoulder.

“Bless you… Ya know, you shouldn’t have done that, you’re gonna be sneezing for hours now ya dumbass.” The words may sound harsh, but there’s no fire behind them. 

Shoto lets his head rest on Katsuki’s chest, looking up at him, eyes alight with mischief. “Well worth it in my book. As much as I enjoy you watching me, I was starting to worry you’d forgotten how to blink.”

This earns him another light punch, but the laughter that comes with it makes his statement even more true. 

Anything is worth getting to hear that laughter. The true kind, the kind he doesn’t let other people hear. I’d do anything to hear it for the rest of my life.

Slowly he lets his eyes close, drifting off to the sound of Katsuki’s heartbeat, their breathing falling in sync, exactly how it was meant to be.  

La fin.

#waterfalldrabbles #because this is not a fic as much as a... #'tosses it at you and scurries away' type of drabble #it's not very good but hey! it doesn't need to be! #just a little bit of nonsense as a light apology for taking so long to fill requests or post anything worthwhile~ #i am currently in the middle of a specific collab with a beautifully talented person #and I'm INSANELY excited to share our baby <333 #buuuuut for now~ have this nonsense and please forgive me for it #(i will say tho~ reading it does make me a little happy because I can definitely see improvement now!) #(whiiiich does mean that it just looks even worse haha~) #okay okay ill stop stalling and hit post #b/akugou & s/hoto doctor AU #incase i ever finish/post the actual fic theres a tag for that now

[salamandergoo]

have an amazing day here's a thought for you: steve lives for soft moments. when they happen he lights up, feels like he's floating. the full feeling in his chest when someone tells him he's done a good job, or he looks nice, or when someone gazes into his eyes and kisses him so sweetly. he feels so giddy with it, feeling so seen. his heart starts racing, each beat pumping out happy happy happy. loved loved loved.

Once again. This got very out of hand and is very not edited, super stream of consciousness from the last couple of days. I decided to go for a vaguely polyam spicy six ❤️

Oh absolutely. Steve craves attention, always has. He didn’t get much from his parents growing up, was always talked over and ignored. He figured that any attention was good attention, even when his friends were being cruel to other people (or him), he was scared to go back to being alone, an afterthought.

After the demogorgon in the Byers’ house, Steve’s heart is pounding and he’s hopped up on adrenaline.  He’s confused as hell but the way Nancy and Jonathan thank him feels… really good.  He likes it, likes that he did something right this time.

He spends more time with them after, tries to do nice things for them.  Eventually, it’s less for the praise, there’s less of that as time goes on, it just feels nice to do things to help them.  When the events of season 2 come around, he helps Dustin and protects the kids in the junkyard.  He likes it when they stare in awe, even if the adrenaline is making him dizzy this time, feeding into the absolute terror that had flooded his head.

After the fight and the tunnels, Steve feels sick and dizzy and miserable as he waits for the real adults to get back.  Waits to hear if the nightmare is over and he can go home to lick his wounds.  Hopper tells them it’s over and the kids shout over each other to tell him about Billy, about the tunnels, and Steve is braced to be yelled at for putting the kids in danger.  Instead, he gets a big hand ruffling up his hair, which, ow, and Hopper tells him he did good.  That he’s a good boy (and whew, there’s something Steve wasn’t ready for his body’s reaction to).  But he did good.  He did a good job, he protected the kids.

Nancy isn’t his girlfriend anymore, things with Jonathan are just as stilted as they had been to start, but Dustin keeps coming around and telling him how cool he is and asking for advice.  Steve’s more than happy to give him advice and talk about high school and listen to his rambles about dorky shit.  He starts giving him rides after the Snow Ball and Max starts to tag along, so of course Lucas is going to follow her.  Before he knows it, he’s got 5 kids to keep track of, 6 if you count him babysitting El and bringing the kids with him to see her.

His senior year ends with little fanfare.  He’s not going to college, whether he didn’t try, he’s looking for a reason to kick around Hawkins and keep an eye out, or he just genuinely didn’t get in, he’s not going.  Things at home are more tense than ever, so he’s grateful to have a job and be out of the house.

He doesn’t get along with Robin at first, not for lack of trying.  His hands tremble a little most of the time and his handwriting was never good to begin with, so her first jabs are about the illegible specials he writes on the board.  No matter how hard he tries, he always has to ask her to write instead.  And it’s weird that they work so many hours together, that they work nearly every day.  He can’t seem to find other names on the shift schedule, it’s like they were the only ones hired, the bare minimum staff to keep a place running.

But there’s not time to question it.  He has trouble remembering the right toppings for different sundaes and the ratios for milkshakes, has to keep a cheat sheet on hand to reference.  He picks it up though, even if he has to cheek his sheet, he’s fast and coordinated, doesn’t spill toppings nearly as often as Robin, something she seems to expect him to mock her for, even though he never has, usually just grabs the broom and holds the dustpan for her.

She laughs when he strikes out with girls, and he’s not really trying.  He doesn’t think he can handle a relationship, it still aches to see Nancy and Jonathan, even if he can talk to them normally now.  So he doesn’t lay on the charm and fumbles through pickup lines to make Robin laugh.  He likes her laugh, he thinks he likes her more than he’s liked anyone since Nancy (and Jonathan).

She calls him dingus but smiles at him, thanks him when he picks up the heavy tubs of ice cream that she struggles with, and they find a camaraderie of teasing jabs and jokes about terrible orders.  Who gets orange sherbet with peanuts and caramel drizzle anyway?

You know how the Russians play out.  He’s almost relieved when she rejects him and comes out to him in the bathroom.  He likes Robin so much and he doesn’t think a relationship, a romantic one, would suit them well.  He thinks he’d lose the playfulness and comfort they’ve come to find with each other.

He loves when she tells him he did a good job, feels like one of those dogs that can’t stand still because their tail wags so hard.  It’s not the same feeling like when Hopper (god he misses Hopper) would tell him he did a good job or Nancy would smile at him when he did something write.  It’s not hot flames in his gut, it’s a gentle warmth like a blanket.  They land a new gig at Family Video, after Jonathan (he misses Jonathan too, misses him in a way that hurts, like he’s never missed anyone except maybe Tommy at first) and his family leave.

Robin is easy to work with, easier than ever before.  Now they have actual coworkers, more people to fill out the schedule, though mostly Keith who hates him.  But he’s got most shifts by himself or with Robin and finds his rhythm in it.  He doesn’t hit on girls anymore.

In the bathroom, he’d told Robin he wasn’t in love with Nancy anymore, but he’d felt it in his gut that it was a lie when Billy Hargrove (shouldn’t he be more sad about him being dead?  Is he a bad person for being relieved?) almost killed her.

Every time she came in, every time he saw her, something in his chest ached.  He was growing used to the ache though.  Sometimes she’d stay for awhile though, would talk with him over the counter about movies, about Mike, about calls with Jonathan.  She’d talk to Robin too, but she mostly talked to him.  It made him feel warm.

In high school, he’d earned praise easily.  From his friends, his coach, on occasion from teachers when he managed to do better than usual, when an assignment caught his interest.  But now, it came mostly from Robin, who poured out her praise for smaller things, twisting it in with her teasing.  There was little Steve wouldn’t do for her, even if she didn’t, but it was nice to receive.

The kids don’t think he’s cool anymore.  No, his place was taken by Eddie fucking Munson.  Steve doesnt have any personal grudges against the guy, aside from knowing he overcharged him.  It wasn’t that much, usually, Steve had stopped smoking after being drugged anyway, couldn’t fight lingering panic that came with the high.  He can’t help the way his nose scrunches up and his teeth clench together when he sees Eddie with his- the kids.  He knows he isn't a perfect influence on them, but he feels like he’s a better influence than Eddie.

But Eddie never approaches Steve, and Steve isn’t going to take the first step.  He tries not to think about him too much, focused on his work and keeping an eye on the kids.

He doesn’t have the option to stop thinking about Eddie when spring break hits.  There’s little else to think about when the man is holding glass to his throat, anyway.  The warm bead of blood tricking down his skin has Steve feeling petrified, looking at Robin frantically.

When it falls away, he clutches his throat and heaves in desperate breaths, letting Dustin take the lead.  Robin wipes his throat, but doesn’t say anything, not yet.

It’s all a blur, Steve wants to fix everything but knows he can’t.  He can’t help the way he stares at Nancy though, praying she’ll have the answers, will point at something for him to hit, and then it’ll be over again.  He’s doing enough that he doesn’t feel useless, but not enough to feel useful, really.

When he’s dragged back under the lake though, he can’t help his exasperation because of course this is what happens to him.  It turns into terror pretty quickly as he becomes intimately familiar with being choked out.  With being torn to shreds by thousands of needle sharp teeth.  If the Russians hadn’t inspired a fear of needles, the new association in his mind will.  He kicks and flails and tries to fight his way out of the stranglehold, but he’s in so much pain.  His back is on fire and his whole body is tense as he’s being torn apart.  His vision is starting to go dark when he sucks in a full breath.  The bat’s tail loosens enough that he can yank it away from his throat.  The barbs on it pierce his palms and his lips when he brings it to his mouth to bite down.  Hard.

He yanks the bat into two pieces and spits up the blood.  He’s shaking as adrenaline floods his system and has him buzzing with energy despite the pain.

It’s a blind panic to skull rock, and Steve is shaking as Nancy tugs his hands away from his stomach.  He’s bleeding, there are chunks of skin torn away, and he can feel that they got down to the muscle in some places.  He wants to scream and cry out when Nancy begins to wrap his wounds, but he stays quiet and bites his tongue.  He can’t draw attention to them.

Eddie’s quiet praise, his murmurs of newfound admiration are enough to have Steve feeling like he can keep pushing on despite the pain and lack of shoes.  He thinks Eddie is… maybe pretty cool.  In his own freakish way.  And when he thinks of Eddie as a freak, there’s a fondness there that he’d never felt before.

The pain doesn’t go away, but it starts to fade into the background as much as anything can.  As much as his sluggishly bleeding body can be considered background noise.

He only lets himself consider it when he’s got his feet on the ground on the right side of the gate.  He’s bubbling over with panic about Nancy and tries to take a step back to catch his breath, and then his body gives in.  His knees buckle and he lets out the tiniest noise, something anxious and desperate in the back of his throat.

He hits the ground and Nancy hurries to his side.  He thinks she’s beautiful.  He tries to pull Eddie’s vest tighter around his body, but it just makes the denim scrape over his palms.

He’s manhandled into a bathroom and zones out as Robin and Nancy fuss over his wounds and keep the door closed.  Nancy’s whispers of “good job, you’re doing so good, Steve, you’re a good boy-“

It’s the only thing keeping him standing.  He can see the way Robin’s nose scrunches at the last part, but he’s so floaty and in so much pain that he just tries to make a mental note to talk about later. 

The damp bandages are stripped from him and fresh, dry ones replace them.  Robin wipes his unshredded skin clean with a raggedy washcloth that catches on the edges of his wounds and makes him whine, then she does the same to his neck. There’s not much to be done for that, he just has to look like he’s been strung up.  He can live with that, he supposes.

He takes a nap on the floor of Max’s trailer and wakes up to his head on Nancy’s lap and her fingers combing through his hair.  He nuzzles his cheek against her thigh and whispers “did Jonathan answer yet?”

Her fingers tangle in his hair and she clutches the locks tight.  “No.  Something is wrong.”  And Steve doesn’t know all the details about their relationship, has heard parts from Nancy, has heard parts from Jonathan on the rare occasion he makes the call to Lenora.  He knows there’s something he isn’t telling her, knows she knows, knows that Jonathan knows that Nancy knows that he’s hiding something.  But Jonathan doesn’t ignore the phone, Joyce sure as hell doesn’t.  Something is wrong.

“Do you think…”  Steve grunts as he sits up, as the sleepy dizziness mixes with pained dizziness mixes with low blood sugar and dehydration.  “Do you think that everything that’s happening here is… doing something to them?”

And Nancy, who has clearly considered that angle along with a thousand others, just nods.  She seems so sad, but Robin noticed that he’s awake and he has to field her concern now too, has to fight to be heard over Dustin’s yelling and Eddie’s concern.

They steal an RV, Steve learns he definitely thinks Eddie is kind of good looking, and he drives.  He gets new shoes and clothes and as many rolls of bandages that fit in the cart.  He’s not getting caught off guard again.

And they fight Vecna and he’s choked again, and Max and Eddie and… and it’s all so much.

He wraps Eddie in bandages, barely even takes the time to pull his clothes away, certainly doesn’t take time to clean his wounds.  He figures it’s more important to stop the bleeding for now, they’ll deal with infection if it becomes a problem.

Eddie and Max land in the hospital and Robin and Nancy stay at his sides while he’s treated, Nancy pins him down until the doctors can jab him with a needle and Robin cries with him through his panic.

He just barely escapes staying the night as a patient, but falls asleep in a too small cot with Dustin on one side and Robin on the other and Nancy curled up in the single chair.  He’s told he did good and he clings to it like it’s the only warmth he can find.  He did good, he got Eddie back to this side.  He did good, right?

Two days later, Jonathan comes home, Steve watches him scoop up Nancy.  He’s trying not to let his heart break in his chest, trying to cradle the broken pieces.  He looks away to see Will hugging Dustin, but then hands are on his arms.  Jonathan stares at him for a long moment.  “I want to hug you,” he begins, slow and quiet.  “But you got hurt?  Nancy said so.”

Steve’s face goes pink almost impressively fast and he nods.  “I’m better now though.”  Nancy glares so he amends, “better than I was.  You can hug me, just… not tight.”  He lets himself be wrapped in a hug, buries himself in Jonathan’s arms.  He doesn't cry, but he sighs and nestles in close, clings as tight as he can.  He missed this, missed being close to Jonathan.  He hadn't even realized he'd miss it until it was too late and Jonathan was already across the country.

The next several days are long.  They're exhausting and he's forced to rest way more than he wants to.  But Jonathan's friend Argyle is cool to hang out with and he called Steve a good boy, which had made him need to run to the bathroom with a bright red blush.

And then Hopper is back and Vecna returns, and Steve is a mess.  He's back on his feet, but in a lot of pain.  By the time Vecna is dead, for real this time with no casualties, he's ready to sleep for a couple years at least.

During the final battle, he'd agitated his wounds and lets himself be taken home, tucked between Nancy and Jonathan.  Jonathan helps him shower and they're both desperately trying not to make eye contact.  Nancy thinks it's cute when they're both pink cheeked when they join her in the bedroom.  Jonathan's got a bandaged arm and Nancy's ears haven't stopped ringing, but they're gentle and loving with Steve, taping bandages to his sides and back.

Nancy hesitates when she's in front of him and he gets to gaze into her eyes, the way he hasn't gotten to in a long time.  When she leans in, he forgets how to breathe.  He kisses back, but he thinks it might all be a dream until the bed dips next to him.  Jonathan's thigh is warm against his and he's definitely not breathing now.  When Nancy pulls away, he just stares with wide eyes for a few long moments.  "Nance-"

Jonathan lays a hand on his thigh, thumb stroking Steve's knee, still damp from the shower.  "I hope we aren't overstepping."  His voice is soft, breath warm against Steve's skin as he leans in closer.  "We both want you to know that... that we see you.  And we love you."

Steve is horrified to find tears falling from his eyes and tries to wipe them away.  "You- both of you?  You love me?"

"I love you."  Nancy cradles his face in her hands, holding his gaze.  "I love you, Steve.  I wasn't ready to say it to you back then, but I am now.  If you're still willing to have me?"

Steve reaches out and pulls her in to kiss her again, trying to hold back his tears as he hugs her as close as he can.  He's totally pulling at his wounds again, but he doesn't even care.  He'd do it a thousand times over, would do anything to make sure this moment is real.  The tears fall down his face and drip off his jaw as he kisses Nancy.  When he pulls away, she wipes his tears and leans her forehead to his.  "Good tears?" she whispers.

"Good tears.  I thought... I was going to lose you forever.  I never stopped loving you no matter how hard I tried."  He waits for a long moment before turning to Jonathan and looking up at him with those big brown eyes.

Jonathan isn't going to wait any longer, he leans in and kisses Steve, soft and sweet.  It's their first kiss and he wants it to be nice, but man, he's wanted it for a long time.  The jealousy he'd held for a long time was just... misunderstood attraction.  Steve melts into it, is more comfortable than he's been in a long time, even if he's in... so much pain.

They help him lay down and Jonathan teases him for being in just a towel.  Then he ends up having to help Steve into a pair of underwear.  They lay down in bed and curl up together.  Jonathan whispers to him that he did such a good job, that he's so strong and brave.  Nancy tells him that he's a wonderful person and she loves him, that he's grown so much from the dork she'd fallen for the first time.  Reminds him that he's still a dork though, making him laugh.

From that night, things are really good.  He and Jonathan help each other with their injuries, bandaging each other and sharing soft words and kisses.  Everyone is busy, the Byers are trying to figure out how to re-settle in Hawkins, Nancy's parents are barely letting her leave the house, and Steve is mostly left to rest up and heal.  Argyle and Eddie are staying with him for the time being and Robin is over as often as possible.

Steve has always had a problem with falling too hard too fast.  He knows it, everyone knows it.  And even with Nancy and Jonathan's newfound attention, he can't help but notice the way Eddie leans in when he talks, the lingering touches from Argyle, the way both of them offer compliments for every little thing.  Eddie, maybe he's teasing, but Argyle is always so genuine that it leaves Steve weak in the knees.

He loves Robin more than he ever thought it was possible to love someone, but man, the way she knows him better than he knows himself if a little annoying sometimes.  Especially when she's cornering him in his own kitchen with that knowing smirk.  The smirk that says she knows he's got crushes.  Crushes plural.  And he's losing his mind over it.  He's always been pretty monogamous in the past, but he sort of likes the idea of multiple partners.  Loving multiple people.

He's already comfortable with the idea of Jonathan and Nancy, and he sees the way Argyle looks at Jonathan.  And he and Eddie have basically bled into each other's wounds, what could be closer than that?  Being called Big Boy kind of gets him going.  The two of them are getting cozy too.  He's seen them curled up in the same bed, stretching out over each other and sharing joints.  He kind of likes seeing it.  Of course, he likes it less when Robin is staring at him with those knowing eyes, nudging him and snickering.

The next time he sees Jonathan and Nancy, he pulls them right to his room and closes the door.  Nancy starts taking off her shirt and Steve turns around and makes a little noise in his throat.  That hadn't been his intention, but Jonathan has that little smirk and his eyes are all dark.  He looks really kissable and Steve gives in.  He's a weak, weak man.  Even though he really wants to talk to them about it, really thinks he needs to sit down with them to figure out what it means, if anything... he really likes sex too.

He gets to eat Nancy out, fuck her with his tongue while Jonathan kisses her, keeps her pressed up against the headboard.  He blows Jonathan too, loves being able to get his mouth on them.  He's not quite up for anything that needs too much movement yet, but being pressed between them, Nancy licking the taste of her and Jonathan off his tongue, Jonathan is pressed up against his back and stroking him teasingly slow until Steve is squirming and trying to arch into the touch.

When they're all cuddled up together, skin wiped clean and clothes back in place, Steve lets out a big sigh, face pressed against Jonathan's hair.  "I think... I have a problem."  It's a whispered confession, he doesn't elaborate for a long moment, just tries to collect his thoughts as Nancy's hand traces the curve of his hip, stroking down past his still bandaged side.  "With Eddie and Argyle staying here, I can't stop... noticing them."

"I'd hope you notice them."  Nancy is confused, but does her best not to show it, hates when she's uncertain.

"Noticing them like you notice us?"  Jonathan is a little more understanding off the bat.  After all, he looks at Argyle the same way he looks at Nancy, even though he tries not to.  "They're both pretty... you know.  A lot."

"Yeah.  Yeah, like I notice you guys."  Steve keeps his face pressed against Jonathan's hair and lowers his hand to grip Nancy's, lacing his fingers in with hers.  "I can't help it.  I lo- I like you guys so much, I really do."  He can't bring himself to look up at them, he's worried they won't want to be with him like this anymore, but he doesn't want to lie to them either.  He's found that it's really hard to lie to people you've risked your life for, almost died for.

"Argyle's cute."  Nancy holds his hand tight.  "I mean, you'd have to be blind to not notice him.  Eddie is... I'm not sure I'm his type," she hazards.  "I mean, Robin's kind of cute, don't you think?"

"Nance, I'm not dating Robin."  A moment passes before his breath catches in his throat.  "Wait, are you saying...?"

"Oh, so you two can be bisexual but-"

"I'm not saying that!"  Steve wiggles to roll over and face her.  "That'll blow her mind if you tell her you think that."  He grins and leans his forehead against hers with a low sigh, leaning in to catch the briefest of kisses, a gentle brush of his lips to hers.  "Like, seriously blow her mind.  Let's just say Jonathan and I wouldn't be her type."

"Oh."  Nancy's cheeks turn pink and she giggles, drops her head to hide it against Steve's chest.  He feels nice like this, both of his partners curled in close and within reach.  He chews his lip for a moment and kisses Nancy's head.

"Jon?  What do you think?"

Jonathan's breath is warm against the back of Steve's neck.  He's quiet for a moment, a thoughtful quiet, though.  "I think... I think you should go for it, tell them what you think, what you have with us.  And... I think if they make you happy too, there's no reason not to pursue them.  Unless you want to stop what we have."  His arms wrap around Steve a little tighter, but he's mindful enough to avoid putting pressure on injuries.  "If that's the case, push those feelings down and ignore them and stay here forever."

"I don't want to stop what we have.  I just... think it would be nice to have something with them too.  I mean, don't you?"  Steve wiggles again, but this time he gives up halfway through and lays on his back.  It hurts a little, but the bandages give him enough padding to relax.  "I think... you and Argyle seem really sweet together.  He looks at you with this... softness.  You deserve to be looked at like that."  He wraps his arm around Jonathan and is mindful of both their injuries as he pulls him in closer.  Jonathan goes easily with little tugging needed, just goes down and pillows his head against Steve's collarbone.  He presses a shy kiss to the skin under his lips and cards his fingers through Steve's chest hair.  He's quiet, but it's not an uncomfortable quiet.  It's content.

Nancy, curled into Steve's other side, reaches out to cradle Jonathan's cheek.  "I think it could be nice.  I mean, I'm going to try and defer for another year.  Wait a little while before I leave for Boston.  It... would be nice to know my boys are taken care of when I do leave."  She smiles and looks up at Steve.

Steve is still for a moment.  Her boys.  He and Jonathan were hers, huh?  Something warm curled in his chest and filled it, he was tempted to pull both of them close and keep them right here for as long as he could.  "Yeah.  I mean, maybe in another year, I'll be ready to get out of here.  I'm not ready for that yet, though."

"Neither am I."  Jonathan closes his eyes and sighs.  "But at the same time, I can't wait to be far, far away from this town.  I can't leave Will and El behind though, we thought it was over last time and we were so far away... but it still came back."

Steve strokes his hair a few times and Nancy's hand falls from his cheek as she nods.  "Yeah.  God, when we couldn't get ahold of you... and Mike was with you, I was so scared.  I'm just... I'm glad you're back."  She bites her lip and smiles, a faint little thing.  "I'm glad you had Argyle, though."

"Me too."  He nuzzles his cheek into Steve's shoulder.  "I mean, you have no idea how nice it was to have someone to switch off with for the drive.  It was awful, Mike and Will were... you know how they get.  Once we actually found El, it was... stifling."  He drapes his arm over Steve's waist and shakes his head.  "I would've lost it if Argyle wasn't there.  He's the only thing that kept me from going totally off the rails."

Steve leans in to kiss his head.  "Guess we have a lot to be grateful for from him, then."

"So much," Nancy agrees.  She sighs and closes her eyes, hair splayed out around her head on the pillow.  "I think Eddie likes you, by the way."  She nudges her leg against Steve's.  "I mean, he looks at you with those big brown eyes and it's like he thinks you're the sun or something.  And to think, you were the bane of his existence less than a year ago."

"Yeah, yeah, I was the dumb jock he hated to think about."  Steve smirks a little.  "Is it bad that I really like the idea of him not being sure if he wanted to punch me or fuck me?"

Jonathan snorts and jostles his arm.   "You would like that."

"I thought it was hot when you punched me in the face."

"You what."  Jonathan sits up, expression unimpressed as he stares down at Steve.  "You can't tell me that awakened something in you."

"It totally did, I'm sorry."

Jonathan groans and throws a leg over Steve to straddle him.  "You're a nightmare, I can't believe I like you so much!"  He pretends to throttle Steve, holding his shoulders and shaking him a little.

Steve cackles and reaches out to grab his waist.  "Hey, hey, hey, I'm injured!"

"You had it coming."  Nancy props herself up to watch them, eyes crinkling at the corners.  She's beautiful.

"You weren't too injured earlier."  Jonathan stops shaking him though, settles his weight back.  He doesn't climb off though.  Steve's shirt is loose on him and shows off his collarbones.  Steve sighs and holds back on the urge to sink his teeth into flesh.  Their eyes meet and there's a certain playfulness in Jonathan's gaze that he's never gotten to see like this, had never been able to appreciate.  There's a warmth there too, and even if his fingertips are freezing sometimes, there really is a warmth to Jonathan, an openness he only shows to certain people.  Steve feels honored to even be a part of that select group.

Nancy hums and reaches out to hold Jonathan's hand.  "Get off of Steve.  For now.  I'm tired."

"A nap sounds nice."  He lets himself be swayed and lands between her and Steve, wiggles into the gap to make room for himself.  He's warm, the bed is soft.

Steve shifts to lay on his side again and his heart swells as he takes in the moment, the laughter that still bubbles in his chest, the softness in Nancy's eyes, the warmth of their skin pressing together.

No matter what happens, if he confesses to Eddie, if Nancy says something to Robin or Jonathan takes the first step with Argyle, he isn't scared of losing this.  For the first time in a long time, he doesn't feel scared.  He feels warm and loved and content as he pulls Jonathan in closer around the waist and makes eye contact with Nancy over Jonathan's head before he lets his eyes fall shut.

#stoncy #stranger things #answered asks #little bit of: #steddie #jargyle #ronance #stargyle #just hints tho

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Character Headcanons #6

anyone want 2000 words of originshipping headcanons??? you're getting them anyways.

edit: this wasn't showing up in the tags for a while so i had to take out the links. they'll be in a reblog

getting together

they met briefly when steven was 15 and wallace was 18. wallace was Going Through It tm and taking it out on some rando. steven stepped in, beat wallaces fully evolved pokemon with his two first stages, completely humiliating him in front of a crowd

this spurred a whole mental breakdown character arc for wallace but steven forgot about it like 2 seconds later lmao

very "you took everything from me" "i have no idea who you are"

unfortunately for steven he was forced to remember bc wallace had already been gym leader for several months by the time he got around to the sootoplis city badge

steven only managed to eke out a win through mega evolution because wallace was maybe going a bit too hard for a gym battle, even an 8th badge one

still, wallace apologized for that and their other meeting and they became friends

loose friends. they only really started to talk when steven became champ.

steven was baffled. he'd never had a human friend his age before but he really enjoyed being around wallace. wallace absolutely did not understand rocks but he never made fun of steven for spending hours infodumping

around the same time steven became champ, several others his age became part of the league and suddenly steven had multiple human friends his age???

he really only ever met with winona when with wallace, but he got along famously with sidney and phoebe despite their differences

quickly he realized how he felt for wallace was different than for sidney or phoebe but brushed it aside as the difference between a friend and a best friend

around then wallace started dating winona. wallace did nothing but talk about her those first few months and steven eventually realized he was angry at those convos bc he was jealous. it took another few months for it to click that he was jealous because he liked wallace romantically

decided then and there he would never ever make a move because wallace was happy with winona and planning a future with her

even once they broke up, steven didnt want to try anything because wallace was incredibly upset over being dumped and didnt want to ruin the friendship. plus, the thought of just being a rebound made him sick

wallaces romantic feelings only developed after the breakup. steven was his steady rock (pun reluctantly intended) and they became closer than ever after it.

he only realized steven liked him from sidney, brawly, and phoebe who made a joke about them dating. wallace was like haha yea that could be interpreted as crush-like but stevens always been like that

and they stared at him until he realized what that meant and went oh shit

wallace had always found steven hot but it was in a water is wet sorta way. like yea. wallace had eyes. but he thought it over and came to the conclusion that he wouldnt mind dating steven. itd been enough time after winona that being in a relationship seemed nice.

wallace tried flirting with steven for over a year (and not subtly at all) before deciding fuck it and being direct by kissing him.

steven had brushed off all attempts bc there was noooo way wallace would ever like himmm. the kiss made him rethink that though.

through the flirting phase wallaces feelings of sure why not grew into much more genuine romantic feelings so the kiss came from genuine frustration over steven casually brushing off his feelings

it was a mess figuring everything out but they decided to try dating

everyones response was finally lmao

other

wallace loves using classy petnames (darling, sweetheart, beloved, my love, etc). he will also make up some truly stupid and long petnames when hes in a teasing mood. steven...isnt quite to the point of saying "fellow associate" but he isnt too fond of pet names.

mostly, his romantic words tend to be comparing wallace to gems and rocks. if it were anyone but steven wallace would be very >.> about it, but it is steven so he finds it romantic. somehow. he's not quite sure how either, but its steven.

they're each other's favorite battling partner. at times, their battles seem more like dances because they and their pokemon all know each other so well

they're always trying to find new tactics to surprise the other. at this point it's getting difficult but theres nothing better than the surprise on the others face when one whips out a new move or strategy designed specifically to counter the other. it's a sign of love and how theyre always on each others mind.

eventually, when they move in together its to sootopolis. the city is incredibly important to wallace, and while steven likes mossdeep he doesnt mind moving

he still keeps his house there but its mainly just storage for his rock collection

wallace is aghast at having a house that never has any occupants besides rocks and dirt but steven doesnt see a problem with it

he's not sure how wallace will react to learning about all the penthouse suites and villas in other regions his family own that are occupied only once every few years.

communication is their main struggle as a couple. it wasnt so bad as friends, but wallaces habit of thinking he knows best and stevens habit of ignoring any negative emotion tend to go poorly together.

generally a low pda couple. they can get very handsy in private, but steven is uncomfortable with most pda. wallace isnt a shithead (and also likes keeping his private life private), so he keeps things to simple gestures and petnames.

steven was super nervous about telling other people when they started dating. he knew most of wallaces family but only as wallaces friend and was terrified things would change or they'd be suspicious of him potentially breaking wallaces heart like winona had

nothing major changed. lisia started calling him uncle steven, and juan and beverly gave him a light shovel talk, but that was it.

tbh the worst announcement was to his dad. joseph congratulated them, then immediately asked when they were going to get married and give him grandkids.

steven just walked out of the room.

their main joking argument is acceptable date locations.

steven thinks caves are the perfect date spot. wallace does not and would prefer literally anywhere else.

(he still goes on the cave dates)

steven is the one to propose.

they started thinking about it separately at around the same time, but wallace knew that steven was going to be particular about anything involving stones and metal and left getting a ring (and therefore proposing) to him.

steven was indeed very particular. he didnt hand craft the rings himself, but he did mine the material and give it to his familys go to jeweler alongside a very specific design

their wedding is surprisingly low key. the ceremony is rather small and done in the traditional sootopolitan way

the reception is larger but still not too large or exuberant. a compromise between them.

steven wouldve just gone to a courthouse and done it that way but he knew a party meant a lot to wallace. wallace meanwhile knows steven isnt a fan of huge crowds and parties so he did his best to tone it down and make it more personal.

wallace did basically all the planning. it was his dream wedding. steven said yes dear to any request and assumed it would be flawless (it was)

more of a night in kind of couple. steven isnt a partier and wallace tries not to be anymore so most of their dates tend to be very low key.

steven is a serial blanket thief. wallace usually doesnt mind until its winter

both of their teams get along very well. cradily and armaldo in particular get along well with wallaces water types

steven, stemming from years of pining, is more likely to get jealous if he sees someone flirting with wallace but doesn't dwell on it for long.

wallace meanwhile knows steven doesnt like flirting and that sort of attention so theres little jealousy on his side.

it takes a long while for them to have sex.

stevens ace so its just....not something he feels or gets. plus there were other emotions related to being trans and having sex, plus plus he'd just never done it before and was nervous from that. he knew wallace wanted it, but it took a long while for him to even be comfortable being naked in wallaces presence

wallace isnt ace, and has a decent sex drive, so he was a bit frustrated and took a lot of showers lol. he didnt push steven and more than understood his hesitancy, but oh boy did he want it.

they eventually do the do. it's not something they do a lot (steven is rarely in the right kind of mood for it) but they do it often enough to satisfy wallaces cravings.

they rarely argue. wallace tends to instigate more of the smaller squabbles since he's naturally more confrontational, but they tend to be mundane things solved in minutes

most of their serious arguments revolve around the future. the most commonly reoccurring one is about kids. wallace is very close to his family and 100% wants kids, biological or adopted. steven 100% does not. it takes a long time for them to come to any agreement.

a playlist : )

and also this post I suppose

fankids

speaking of kids lol

these are going off my fankids from here, emmy, mica, and lapis

im still kinda ehh on where they fit in my timeline, or if I'll even add them at all but have the headcanons nonetheless!

all 3 were accidents lol

steven is the dad who caves at the barest hint of puppy dog eyes. if wallace isnt there he *will* be persuaded to have dessert for dinner every night.

wallace, having helped raise lisia, is immune.

conversely, steven is the dad who is stricter during punishments. wallace can be persuaded to knock off a day from a grounding but not steven.

both absolutely spoil their kids rotten. all the toys and electronics and clothing they could ever want. possibly a bit too indulgent, tbh

steven is dad/daddy, wallace is baba

the kids have wallace's last name. steven has a strained relationship with basically the entirety of his family so it was a no brainer to put wallace's surname on the birth certificates.

in raising them, steven is something of a stay at home dad. he works with researching mega stones and mega evolution and a lot of it can be done from home. wallace is champion alongside his guardian duties so hes out more often.

wallace very much makes sure to spend a lot of time with his kids though. his dad being gone a lot for work was something he resented as a kid so he tries not to spend all his time working.

steven took emmy going to school the hardest. wallace had practice with lisia, but steven had barely spent more than a few hours away from emmy until school

names were the absolute biggest argument between them. steven wanted a rock name. wallace refused to name a kid malachite.

emmys name (esmeralda) was a compromise from juan. emerald, a gem, but in paldean as an actual name. it satisfied both so they went with it.

steven gave her the nickname of emmy. he based it off of emerald. wallace just sighed and went with it because it was cute.

mica and lapis were all steven. they originally had other names picked for the twins but wallace got stuck doing champion duties while steven was in the hospital. mildly delirious, highly emotional, and incredibly angry, steven went with completely new names just to spite wallace.

wallace cant even be mad. and as far as rock names go, they arent too bad. at least it wasnt malachite.

cradily and armaldo are the most overprotective of steven and wallaces pokemon. when it comes to children, they see their trainer's kids as their own and it hits something ancient in them making them a little more aggressive than usual

milotic is second. they are her little creatures. she will dragon tail anyone who looks at them wrong.

#pokemon #originshipping #steven stone #champion wallace #gym leader wallace #pie has hcs

[0kid0g1]

HEADCANON TIME: POOB AND PEST EDITION!

I had random ideas last night and I should pile them up here

Some of these are subject to change, either by adding new ones, rewording ones as I get better ideas, or removing some entirely.

Poob:

The reason they have their birthday "everyday" is because they rarely have a birthday party on their true birthdate, therefore decided to start having it frequently before it became a daily routine. They were born on February 29th, 2000.

Their species, the Noob, are considered primates, but in a separate tribe from humans (either as a separate tribe in Homininae subfamily, or as a separate genus in the Hominini tribe). (Please don't make me go in depth with taxonomic ranks I'll talk about it for hours)

Implied by their true birthday, they are 24 years old (or 6 if you're gonna be a real funny guy).

Born AMAB, transitioned as enby in their mid-teens.

Demiromantic asexual, too busy partying to engage in a relationship anyways.

Their wardrobe consists of mostly multiples of the same outfit, outside of event outfits.

Type of person that would do the one chip challenge (and immediately regrets it).

Not particularly close with Infected, but still considered friends.

Pest:

Pest is 25.

Outside of taking traits from stag beetles, he also has a pair of elytra and wings (though he almost never uses the wings as they're primarily just for show).

Evolved from a species of beetle that eventually mimicked many features of a guest. (A species of mimic beetle, as I dubbed it.)

Somewhat overweight.

Demiboy and gay (though good luck trying to even interact with him without him being an asshole to you lol).

Pest has a really bad spending habit.

His room is a MESS, but doesn't mind the insects that infests the place (bug to bug interactions lets go!)

I've seen someone else headcanon it, but I'm starting to like the idea he was adopted by Poob's family. Adding onto it tho, he was most likely adopted because Poob almost never seen a guest before (even though Pest is not a true guest). After the guest extinction in 2017, he became the only remnant of guests ever existing and Poob believes all guests look nearly identical to him.

If he knew exactly what happened to Spud!, he would feel bad, he would just not confess it because he would rather not show emotion.

Pest did not look that much different as a child, the only difference is he outgrew his hair...and obviously just being bigger.

#regretevator poob #regretevator pest

[babygirldabi]

Runaway Part 4

y’all I wrote like twenty one pages of this today, so CW: probably haven’t edited as well as i would’ve liked to, MDNI, smut, 18+ themes, semi-public sex, creampie, lots of cussing, some slapping and shoving, drinking, mentions of abuse, derogatory terms used towards women,  Dabi is an asshole, like a huge one, but he makes up for it, I think that’s it. DEFINITELY doing a Part 5 and maybe even a part 6 because I have so many thoughts. 

Likes and reblogs always appreciated <3

Tags: @prettylittlebunnys, @kierewrites

It’s been a full week. 

Since Shigaraki informed you that you were in, things have been drastically different. For one, you have your own room now. Twice and Compress spent a day clearing out the spare room previously used for storage, and Toga disappeared for hours, mysteriously showing up at the end of the day, arms loaded with new clothes. When you’d asked how you could repay her, she’d just winked. “No need, I didn’t pay for these in the first place,” she’d giggled. 

 Your room is on the first floor, across from the bar and Dabi’s room. You and Toga had spent your first full evening in your new room, talking and decorating the sparse space with a few items Toga had brought from her own room. A lamp, a small bedside table, a couple posters, a long, thin mirror, a handful of glow in the dark stars from a set that she’d stolen a while back. Spinner showed up with an old, but comfortable enough, bed frame and mattress. It’s a single, and creaky, but it’s your own, and you’re very grateful. 

For the first time since high school, you have your own space. No angry husband, no roommates, just yourself. Despite moving into a space full of Villains, you are sleeping better than you have in years. 

 During the day, you assist with whatever is needed. You’ve not been on another mission since, but Toga explains that’s mainly due to the League having a period of minor inactivity, waiting to hear from the Doctor on what comes next. Toga has brought you to the grocery store with her a few times, explaining that she is the one the League has appointed to ordinary tasks, presumably because she looks the most “normal” compared to everyone else in the League. Either way, each time you go, both of you wear inconspicuous clothing, hats hanging low over your eyes, face masks stretched over the lower half of your faces. And each time, Dabi trails behind you for extra security,  saying nothing, a protective shadow. 

Meals are mainly eaten together in the main room; the League sprawled out across the bar, the couch, in a couple of beaten chairs. It’s never anything fancy; ramen, rice, some bread, but you’re fed and content. Spending time with the League, getting to know everyone on a more connected level, seeing personalities come out more, is much more fulfilling than a strained five star meal with your ex husband at a fancy restaurant, with paparazzi taking your pictures through the windows. 

Everything is easier now. Everything is simpler. You decide that, had you known about the League prior to this, in depth, you would’ve run away from the Hero life years ago. 

 In the week that has passed, Dabi has mostly left you alone. After your second hookup, he has gone back to treating you as the new hire, albeit a little kinder. He insists on shadowing you and Toga on grocery store runs, checks to make sure you’ve eaten dinner before he goes to bed, occasionally invites you to have a drink with the others and himself at the bar, but he keeps his hands to himself. He’s not entirely comfortable with how much he’s been thinking about you, how often he feels the need to check in on you. This is starting to feel like more than just fucking the new hire and something akin to having feelings, which is fucking goddamn awful. He’s not that guy. He can’t be that guy. 

 One night recently, stepping out of his room to have a drink at the bar, the sound of your laughter stopped him in his tracks. It was you and Toga, in your room with the door cracked, doing God knows what- probably Toga showing you some stupid tiktok video- but you were both laughing hysterically. Once again, the sound of your laughter made him feel so light he was disgusted with himself. He’d quickly downed two glasses of whiskey before retiring to his room for the night, getting right into bed so he wouldn’t feel tempted to check in, see what was so funny that you laughed like that. 

 This isn’t like him. He doesn’t like it. 

The week has been a wonderful epiphany for you.

 It has been an internal struggle for him. 

On your eighth day of being part of the League, Dabi knocks on your door, jerking you awake. You groan and resist, pulling your pillow over your head, even as the door swings open. 

“Good mornin’,” Dabi drawls, smirking as you peek out from the pillow to glare at him. 

“Is it?” You grumble, giving up now that it’s evident that he won’t leave. You pull the pillow off your face and force yourself to sit up, swiping your hair out of your eyes. “What time is it?” 

 “Eleven thirty.”

“Shut up, it is not.” You scramble out of bed and brush past him to check the clock hanging over the bar. Sure enough, it’s nearly noon. You turn back to him in amazement. “I’ve never slept in this late.”

“Maybe if you weren’t up all night having girl time with Toga,” Dabi smirks, strolling across the room to you, hands in pockets. “I just thought that maybe you’d be interested in hearing what our next mission is.”

You perk up immediately, plopping down on the couch. “Tell me.”

Dabi explains the plan- the Doctor needs the League to go to an underground Villain club, in search of a particular Villain. 

 “His common name is Thanatos. His real name is-”

“-Buki Shino,” you interrupt, nodding as you think back. “I know that name. I think he was high on the watch list. We never spotted him, though…Sorry,” you add quickly, noticing that Dabi looks perturbed at your interruption. “Why do we need him?”

Dabi glowers at you resentfully. “I was getting to that.”

You make a great show of shutting your mouth and looking at him expectantly. He hides a smile and continues. 

“Thanatos has access to weapons-and followers with Quirks-that we can’t even begin to fathom.  He’s been on our watch list, too. If we can get him to work with the League, we’d be practically untouchable to the Hero Commission.” His eyes gleam at the prospect. “We could completely destroy it.”

“Well,” you say dryly, “as someone that the Hero Commission has recently chewed up, digested, and shit out, I can’t say I’m opposed.” Dabi snickers.

“So, we’re heading to the club tonight.”

“Who’s ‘we’?” you question, heart skipping a beat at the prospect of just you and Dabi on a mission together.

“You, me, Toga, and Compress. Toga will be there in case she has an opportunity to get any blood for new disguises, and Compress will be there in case we need to make a quick getaway.”

You swallow hard. “Why would we need to make a quick getaway? These are other Villains, right, so-”

“One thing you need to remember, Rookie,” Dabi interrupts. “Not all Villains are like us. We have purpose. We have a mission. Not all Villains are going to take you in, hire you, feed you, decorate you bedroom with glow in the dark stars-”

“You leave my stars alone,” you snap, and Dabi chuckles, glancing down at his hands before looking back up at you, his face turning serious. 

“I mean it, Rook. You stick close to me. Only talk to who you have to. Understood?”

“Okay.” You nod, swallowing hard, and glance at the clock again. “When are we leaving?”

“The club doesn’t open until at least 9 pm. So, probably about 10 or so.”

“Okay.” You stand, trying to look casual, as though your heart isn’t beating like it’s about to come through your chest. “I’m gonna go get dressed, and…maybe I’ll make some lunch. Are you hungry?”

Dabi’s eyes give you the up and down as you stretch. “Starving,” he replies, his tone dark. 

Your eyes shoot back to him before you turn on your heel and head for your room, choosing to ignore the implication. “Alright, just let me get dressed, and I’ll-”

You’re halfway across the room when you realize Dabi is hot on your heels. You turn, confused, and find yourself face-to-face with his chest. Looking up, his face is close to yours. 

“Everyone’s out right now,” he breathes. 

You know what this means, know what he wants, and it’s not like you don’t want it too- It’s been all you can think about for the past week, but you’ve rehearsed what you decided to say in your head at least fifty times. 

“Dabi, I don’t think we should-”

He’s backed you into the wall just outside your room, hands ghosting over your hips. 

“Why not?” He murmurs, ducking his head to graze his lips over your bare shoulder. 

“Well, I-I’m part of the League now, and-” you sigh as his lips move up to your neck, feeling the brush of his tongue against your pulse point. “If-if we’re going to keep things professional-”

He chuckles against your throat. “Who said I'm professional?” he asks, but pulls away anyway, much to your relief. 

It takes you a minute to stand up straight, pushing away from the wall, ignoring your trembling legs and the wetness that has pooled between them. Dabi doesn’t miss this, and smirks. 

“I get it,” he says. 

You peer up at him, unsure if he’s angry or not. “You do?”

“Yeah. Close quarters, that kinda thing.” Dabi shrugs and returns to the couch, sprawling out over it. “Just thought it might make the day more interesting.”

“Interesting?” You sputter. Dabi’s eyebrows knit together.

“Yeah?”

You’re infuriated. Interesting. Like you’re a way to pass the time. Like you’re a placeholder before the mission. 

That sucks.

He’s still watching you, confused, as you silently stew, still standing against the wall. You lift your head to glare at him. 

“I’m not just something to pass the time, Dabi.” With that, you spin and march to your room, slamming the door behind you. 

Dabi stares at your door, bemused, then scowls and stands, heading for his own room. “Never said you were,” he mutters, not nearly loud enough for you to hear. 

In your room, you yank on a pair of skinny jeans, a black tank top, and a hoodie, still angry. Stuffing your feet into your shoes, you stroll out of the room to the kitchen, fully expecting Dabi to still be on the couch and admittedly relieved when you see that he’s not. You busy yourself with pots and pans, cracking eggs and stirring ramen into boiling water. You make a batch of ramen big enough to feed the League when they get back from wherever the hell they are, taking your own bowl back to your room to eat alone. 

In his room, Dabi listens to the distant slamming and clanging from the kitchen, smoking cigarette after cigarette on his bed. Christ. He doesn’t know how to do this. He’d proposed a hookup casually to prevent you from seeing how badly he wanted it. Maybe he did want you to think that you’re just something to pass the time. You’re not, though. He can’t stop thinking about it, about you, naked, underneath him. Clearly, he fucked this one up. And not only had you said no, but now you were pissed. He doesn’t get women. He doesn’t get himself- why he’s so obsessed with you. Maybe another hookup, with someone else, will shake him of whatever this is. This fucking craving. Maybe he just needs a distraction. 

The day passes slowly- the two of you stay isolated in your own rooms until nightfall, when the rest of the League returns to headquarters. Slowly but surely, the main room fills as members trickle in, turn on the tv, warm up dinner. You join the rest just before Dabi does and make it a point not to even glance in his direction for the next couple of hours. Dabi stays at the bar, nursing a glass of whiskey and sulking while trying to look like he isn’t sulking. Finally, at quarter of nine, he finishes his drink, stands up, and turns to you. 

“You need to go and get dressed,” he says briskly. “We need to be leaving soon.” 

You nod and head to your room, a shiver of excitement running down your spine. You’re still angry at Dabi for earlier, but it’s quickly being replaced by your anticipation. You have picked out several potential outfits this afternoon, spreading them across your bed, figuring you would ask Toga her opinion before you left. But Toga is up in her own room getting dressed, and Compress won’t have any interest in what you wear. You sigh, considering the outfits, all dark, jeans, tshirts, hoodies, before you hear Dabi behind you. 

“You can put those away. We already chose an outfit for you.” 

You whirl around, surprised, as Dabi steps into your room, closing the door behind him, and holds out a handful of very skimpy-looking clothes. 

“What? Who?” Bewildered, you accept the proffered outfit and look it over, piece by piece. 

“Shig, Toga and I.” The outfit is made up of a black tank top, so thin it could be tissue paper, a short, pleated skirt, thigh highs, and black Docs. You turn to gape at him. 

“You’ve got to be kidding.”

Dabi doesn’t smile. “I’m not. Put it on.” 

You glance at the door, waiting for him to leave, but Dabi doesn’t budge. He stands there, face impassive, as though he’s challenging you. 

Jesus.So this is angry Dabi.

You sigh and throw him an annoyed look, but begin to undress, as he leans back against your closed door and lights a cigarette. It’s not like he hasn’t seen it already. All the same, you dress quickly, annoyed and not wanting to give him a good long glance at anything. 

The tank top feels like silk-you don’t know if this is another Toga piece of clothing or something Dabi has gone out and actually gotten for you, but it’s soft and sheer and shows much more than you’re used to showing. The pleated skirt is purple and black. The thigh highs are long and warm and black- you like these a lot, probably the only part of the outfit that feels comfortable. You shimmy into it all, glancing in the mirror, and your jaw drops. 

“Dabi, this literally shows my ass. I can’t-”

“You can and you will,” he cuts you off. “We don’t want anyone to recognize you. You can’t look like some typical ex-hero. You need to look like you belong on the streets.”

You give him a doubtful look. “This is a disguise?”

“You’ll wear a mask too, like last time.” Dabi takes a drag of his cigarette as his eyes rake up and down your figure. “Toga will help you with makeup. I don’t know nothing about that shit.”  

“I’ll go find her.” First, you sit down on the bed, slipping into the Docs and lacing them tightly. When you stand, you are at least a couple inches taller, which makes you feel a little more powerful as you approach Dabi. 

“I’m gonna need you to move out of the way of the door if you want me to find Toga,” you say sweetly, and he smirks briefly, reluctantly, before his eyes flash away and back to yours. Suddenly, he looks nervous. 

“Look- about this afternoon-” He starts, his voice low, eyes darting back and forth between you and the floor. 

You hold your hand up to stop him. “If it’s all the same, I don’t want to talk about it right now. Can we just forget it?”

Dabi looks frustrated, considering this, before he tries again. “I don’t want you to think that-”

“Look. Dabi.” You take a step back and cross your arms. “I accept that what happened with us was a temporary thing. I understand. That being said, I don’t take sex so lightly. I was in a bad place, and you were a huge comfort to me (his eyes flash to yours in surprise), but I get that it wasn’t like that for you. It meant different things to each of us, and that’s okay. I’m happy that you brought me here. I’m happy to be here. We don’t have to over analyze it. Okay?” 

I don’t want it to be over is on the tip of Dabi’s tongue when there’s a knock on the door. You both jump at the sudden noise. 

“It’s me!” Toga trills, sounding lovely and excited. “Can I come in? I have makeup!”

“Of course,” you call back, as Dabi shuffles away from the door, slipping wordlessly out of it before Toga steps in. 

“Sit, sit, sit!” Toga chirps, guiding you over to the bed and throwing a bag down. “I’ve got work to do!”

Twenty minutes later, Toga’s work is done. You glance in the mirror and can’t help but stare at the girl looking back at you. You don’t recognize her. The ex didn’t allow you to wear much makeup. He said it was whoreish, unnecessary, so you’d never really learned how to apply any of it. But Toga has done a brilliant job; your eyes are smoky and dark, lined with kohl and seem at least two sizes bigger than before. Your skin looks immaculate and smooth, matched with a black-lipsticked smile. You stare for a few more seconds before turning to Toga, wide-eyed. 

“You’re gonna have to teach me how to do this, sometime.”

Toga laughs. “I’d love to! But we gotta go, or we’re gonna be late. C’mon!” she seizes your hand, half dragging you out to the main room, where the others are waiting. 

Compress glances up before standing and heading for the door. “Lovely as always, ladies,” he says warmly. Dabi turns towards you and freezes, sapphire eyes wide. 

“What do you think, Dabs?” Toga chirps, plopping down on the couch to pull her own shoes on. “Doesn’t y/n look great?”

Dabi looks away quickly, turning to put his coat on. All he says is, “I dunno why you put lipstick on her, Toga. She’s gonna have a mask anyway.”

“It’s for the aesthetic,” Toga huffs, then gets up and flounces towards the door. “You never appreciate my work.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Dabi mutters, then turns back to you. “Here.” He offers you a black face mask, which you take. 

“Thanks,” you say simply, offering him a small smile before putting the mask on and tucking the bands between your ears. He nods, then leads you out the door. 

“Everyone stay close,” he orders, sounding more like himself. “On the streets, at the club. If shit goes down, I need to know where you are.”

The club isn’t far, so your small group walks there. Several blocks up, Dabi leads you all into an alleyway and down a short flight of stairs, knocking on an ordinary-looking door. You’re surprised to see a speakeasy-style grate slide open, revealing a pair of suspicious eyes. 

“Name and business.”

“League of Villains.” Dabi flashes an easy smile. “Just here to blow off some steam, man.” 

The eyes narrow, the speakeasy grate slides shut, and then the door swings open, ushering you into chaos. 

You immediately flinch from the pounding of the speakers blasting some sort of shitty techno music. Following Dabi inside, you can’t see shit. The inside of the club is all dark and flashing colorful lights. As your eyes adjust, you look around the room. There’s a long bar, tended by what looks like a walking shark, but you realize it’s just a Villain who must have some shark-like quirk. Either way, he’s terrifying. Maybe he was hired for that purpose alone. The room is lined with booths, and a small, lit-up dancefloor stands to the side, packed with dancers. Toga whoops, barely audible over the pumping bass, and makes a beeline for it. Compress groans and follows quickly behind. 

So much for staying together. 

Meekly, you follow Dabi to the bar, trying very hard to look casual. He leans across the bar and speaks to the shark, who nods, pours two whiskeys, and hands them to Dabi, who throws a twenty down on the bar before turning to you and handing you a glass. He leans down to speak in your ear so he doesn’t have to shout. 

“I wasn’t really expecting Toga and Compress to stick around. Drink and stay close to me, okay?” 

His breath against your ear makes you shiver, something Dabi notices. He smirks, pulls back, and takes a sip of his whiskey, his eyes glowing. Annoyed that he caught it, you scowl and down the drink in one gulp. Dabi doesn’t hesitate to take your glass and order you another before leading you to a booth. Instead of sitting across from you, he slides into the seat next to you, cozying up. Leaning down, he speaks in your ear again. 

“We’ll find him. For right now, just act like anyone else here, try to have a good time, okay?” 

“Okay.” The first glass of whiskey has settled in, and you feel slightly more relaxed than before. You allow Dabi to settle a casual arm around you as you nurse your second drink, searching the dance floor for Toga. You find her being twirled around by Compress, and have to smile. You turn to tell Dabi, but find him scanning the room himself, eyes alight. Looking for Thanatos, you figure, and let him do his thing. Twenty minutes passes in a heartbeat, before Dabi collects your empty glass with his, murmurs a “stay here” to you, and gets up without waiting for a response. You watch in slight panic as he abandons you to go back to the bar. 

It’s fine. I’ll just sit here and talk to no one. You turn back to face the dance floor, searching for Toga again, but she is lost in the sea of dancers. You’re looking so hard, you don’t notice when someone slides into the booth beside you, until they speak in your ear, startling you.

“And just who are you?” The smooth, familiar voice causes you to jump and whirl in your seat, finding yourself staring into golden eyes with familiar markings. 

Oh, my God.

“Hawks?” You blurt, before you can stop yourself. 

The winged Hero has come over to flirt, and has no fucking idea who you are. You watch as his golden eyes flash in surprise, and then narrow suspiciously. “Really, who are you?” He demands. 

“Hawks, it’s me.” You pull down your mask to reveal your face, and Hawks’ face whitens as he takes you in. 

“Y/n? What the fuck are you doing here? Everyone’s been looking for you!”

“What the fuck are YOU doing here?” You demand back, partially out of shock and partially to avoid the question. “This is a Villain Club.”

“I’m aware- are you aware?”

“Of course I’m aware! Hawks-” The thought suddenly overtakes you. “Are you working with the Villains or are you here undercover?” The realization that you could be exposed causes your stomach to drop sickeningly, your hands shaking.

Hawks grabs them. “No- No. I’m…ah, fuck it. Y/n, I’ve been working with the League.”

You stare into his anxious eyes for a long second, and the burst out laughing. Hawks stares at you in shock as you laugh hysterically for at least a full minute. 

“Do you wanna tell me what the fuck is going on?” He finally exclaims.

“Hawks- Keigo. I’m part of the League now- I’m trusting you with this,” you say sharply, finally somber. “Nobody knows.”

“Y/n, the last I heard of you, you’d beaten on your ex and then disappeared. The Commission reported you were fired, and the news outlets have been searching for you since. What the actual fuck happened between now and then?” 

 Fuck it, you’ve got time. You lean into Hawk’s ear and give him a brief summary of the last couple weeks of your life. When you’ve finished, his eyes are intense, his mouth flattened into a thin line. You pull back and wait. 

“Fucking Christ, y/n,” he finally says, pinching the bridge of his nose and closing his eyes as he takes this all in. “Fucking Christ.”

“Yeah. I know.”

He opens his eyes to gaze at you again. “Are you sure this is what you want? You’re gonna spend your whole life on the run.”

“I don’t think it’s any worse then leading a double life.” You look at him pointedly, and he has the humility to look ashamed. “Why don’t you tell me what you’re doing with the League? Because nobody’s even mentioned you to me.”

It’s Hawks’ turn to lean into your ear and explain himself. By the time he’s done, you’re nodding. 

“Yeah, the Commission’s corrupt. I’m glad to see that somebody else sees it, and not just me.”

“There’s actually a lot of us who feel that way,” Hawks says excitedly, “and we’re getting somewhere. I’d love to tell you more about it sometime, I’m actually due to see Dabi later this week- maybe you can come with him?”

“I can ask. Actually-” you turn to scan the room, frowning. Dabi isn’t near the bar. It’s been at least fifteen minutes. “Maybe I should go find him. Do you mind?”

“Not at all. I’ll be around a little, tonight. If I don’t see you, I’ll bring you up with Dabi later this week.” He flashes you a sincere smile. It’s really fucking good to see you, y/n. I’m glad you’re okay.”

“I’m glad you’re on our side.” You give him a smile and a kiss on the cheek. “I’ll see you soon, okay? And Keigo, please- keep this between us.”

He lifts one hand and crosses it over his chest. “On my life,” he vows, then squeezes your hand, offers you one last smile, and is gone.

You turn to scan the room again, in search of Dabi. Where the fuck is he? 

You don’t know what happened. 

You don’t realize that, fifteen minutes ago when Dabi went to the bar, he turned to check the dance floor, located Toga and Compress, ordered your drinks, and then glanced back to check on you- 

And saw you flirting shamelessly with fucking Hawks. 

It actually made his heart drop in his chest to see how closely you were leaning into each other, the way you were speaking into his ear. He stood, frozen, until he saw Hawks grab your hands, and then forced himself to turn away, slamming the empty glasses down into the bar and heading into the crowd. 

You have no idea what Dabi saw, and what he believes happened. He doesn’t give you any time to explain. 

You get up and move cautiously through the club, in search of him. Passing the dance floor up close, you easily spot Toga and Compress, give them a quick wave, then continue your circling, searching for him. 

You reach the back of the club, spot his head in the crowd, and freeze when you take in the whole scene. 

Dabi, leaning against the wall. 

Dabi, towering above some long-haired woman. 

Dabi, whispering in her ear. 

You can’t tell much about the woman except that she is small and thin, with long blonde hair. She looks like she’s about to take him somewhere and crawl on top of him. Her tiny hands dance along his chest, tracing his collarbone as they speak together quietly, not breaking eye contact. Dabi gives her a long, slow, heated grin, the one he usually reserves for you, and that’s about when you absolutely lose your fucking mind. 

“HEY. What the hell?” You shout, striding over to them, ducking underneath Dabi’s arm long enough to shove his chest. He’s unaffected, but steps back a couple feet, eyes glowing in a way you don’t recognize. 

“What’s your issue?” The woman hisses, grabbing your shoulder and spinning you around. You jerk back. 

“Keep your fucking hands off me. I don’t owe you an explanation,” you spit, righteous indignation and two glasses of whiskey spurring you on. “Keep your fucking hands off him, too.” 

“It’s a free country,” the woman snarks back, glancing above your head to Dabi, who is watching this little scene go down, a satisfied little smirk hovering at the corners of his mouth. 

You snap your fingers an inch from her nose, so that the woman’s eyes shoot back to you. In your Docs, you tower over her, so backing her into the wall and getting a couple inches from her face isn’t a problem. For a second, she actually looks scared.

“Keep your skanky hands off of him,” you say slowly, enunciating each word clearly as though she’s an idiot, which she probably is. 

“What did you just call me?” The woman shrieks, looking like she’s ready to claw your eyes out. You open your mouth to respond when Dabi finally puts an end to it all. 

“Okay, stop. Come here,” he orders, gripping your wrist and wrenching you away. You point threateningly at the woman with your free hand as he drags you, until you stumble and are forced to turn and follow him. 

“Let go of me!” You hiss at him, struggling to free your hand in an all-out tantrum. You are furious and drunk. Dabi pulls you into the nearest bathroom, a small, empty, single stall room. He slams the door shut and locks it behind him before he turns on you. You’re already ripping your face mask off, shoving it into your pocket, ready to start yelling. 

“What the fuck was that?”

“What the fuck was THAT?” You yell back. “You went to go get us a drink and I find you in a fucking makeout corner with some little blonde slut-”

“I went to go get us drinks before I saw you flirting with fucking Hawks,” Dabi counters you, eyes sparking dangerously. “Fucking HAWKS.”

You stare at him in disbelief. “Are you fucking- Dabi, Keigo and I grew up together. He came over because he didn’t recognize me, and when he did-”

“When he did, he was all whispering in your ear and holding your fucking hands,” Dabi snarls.

“HE WAS GLAD TO SEE ME. HE DIDN’T KNOW WHAT HAP- you know what, I don’t need to fucking explain myself to you,” you seethe, turning to wrench the door open. “You have fun with your fucking little whores-”

Dabi’s arm shoots over your shoulder, slamming the bathroom door again so that you can’t leave. He keeps it there as you glare at the door, refusing to look at him, and speaks low in your ear. 

“I was only talking to her because I thought you were talking to him.”

“Then FUCKING ASK ME, Dabi, Jesus!” You yell back, spinning to glower up at him. 

He steps closer to you, his hand coming down to cup your cheek, dragging his thumb across your lips. “So you’re not into Hawks?”

“No, I’m not fucking into Hawks,” you snap, still furious, despite how good his warm hand feels on your skin. “He’s an old friend. That’s it.”

His eyes trace your lips before flashing up to look at you. “So why are you so mad about the Villain-chaser?”

You open your mouth to respond, and find that you don’t have an answer. 

“We- we’re on a mission,” you hiss, trying to muster your indignant righteousness back to where it was before. “You abandoned me-” 

“I didn’t abandon you. I was across the room.” 

“In a Villain Club that I’ve never been to-”

“Toga and Compress “abandoned” you too, and you’re not mad at them.” Dabi’s eyes are glowing triumphantly. “What else ya got?”

You feel yourself start to blush. “I-” He doesn’t let you finish. 

“Admit it. You were jealous.”

That pisses you off. 

“I wasn’t jealous,” you hiss at him, shoving against him. “We have a job to do, and you were off trying to get laid-”

Dabi isn’t having it. He knows he’s won. 

“Jesus, doll,” he drawls, tracing one long finger against your lips. “If you wanted to fuck me again, all you had to do was ask.”

“Fuck you,” you bite out, and he smiles, widely, before seizing you by the throat and shoving you against the wall. You gasp as he leans down and digs his teeth into your collarbone. 

“That’s exactly what I’m gonna do, baby.”

And then he is smothering you, kissing a blazing path up your neck, one hand holding your waist flush against him and one tangled in your hair. You should be mad, should be furious, but you’re kissing him back as though you are drowning and he is oxygen. His lips are at your ear.  

“So good girl gets jealous, huh? Want me all to yourself?” 

You smug, arrogant asshole. 

Something animalistic takes over and you shove against his chest hard enough to make him step back again. You reach up before he can react and slap him across the face. He lets go of your throat and stares at you in surprised delight. “Do it again,” he challenges huskily. 

So you do. This time your hand makes contact with the staples against his cheek, hitting him hard enough to turn his head. When he looks back at you, his smile is dangerous, but he makes no move as you step closer except to gaze at you with lust blown eyes, pupils dilating. 

 When you reach out to clip him again, he seizes your wrist and pulls it to your side, holding you in a straitjacket position and swiveling you so that you’re bent against the wall. You make a sound of distress, but can’t help panting as he hikes up your skirt and pulls your panties down to your ankles. 

 “I didn’t know you liked it so rough, good girl,” he breathes in your ear, and then releases your arms and allows you to brace yourself better against the wall. 

“I’m not always good,” you mutter back breathlessly. His belt clinks as he undoes it. Almost painfully slowly, he lines himself up with your entrance, hissing over how wet you are already. 

“You are for me,” he breathes, and then pushes inside you in one fluid motion. You groan at the fullness, trying desperately to keep your back arched for him, as he begins to fuck you at a steady pace. His hands burn at your hips as he pounds away at you, bullying your cunt. Gasps and soft moans from both of you fill the tiny space. 

 Somewhere along the way, your hands go numb. Dabi sees them slipping from the wall and seizes your arms, long enough to pull you against his chest before wrapping his own arms around you to pull your tank top down and fondle your breasts. You moan, your head falling back against his shoulder. His pants and muttered curses sound even better so close to your ear, and all too soon you feel the familiar tightening in your belly. 

 “Not yet,” you whimper, because this feels so good you want it to last hours. 

 “Gotta be quick, baby,” Dabi half-whispers, half-moans in your ear. “We’re on a mission, remember?” 

Oh, yeah. That. 

Dabi knows exactly what will finish you the quickest. Reaching down, his deft fingers part you, finding your clit as he pushes sloppily into your cunt. 

“Oh, fuck-“ the tightening increases and you feel your body tensing up, preparing for the onslaught. 

 “You’re doing such a good job for me, baby. You feel so good,” Dabi whispers, his own breath ragged. “I want you to cum on daddy’s cock, please? For me? Come on baby, I know you can.” He listens as your panting increases rapidly, hiding a smile into the crook of your neck before biting down gently. “Cum for daddy, good girl.” 

 You let go, crying out, vaguely aware that his hand snakes over your mouth to muffle you as you shake uncontrollably against him. 

 “So fucking good,” Dabi moans, his hips stuttering against you as he finds his own end, trembling and panting into your shoulder as he gushes inside you. You both take a minute, leaning against each other, panting as you come down to earth. 

Eventually the moment ends, and you find yourself pushing off from Dabi’s chest, pulling up your panties, fixing your top, and straightening your skirt. You stride to the mirror to smooth your hair. Behind you, Dabi catches your eye in the mirror and smirks as he secures his belt. 

“Guess I should make you jealous more often.”

“Shut up,” you snap, but you can’t help grinning as you smooth your hair back into place. 

He chuckles. 

“Better get this done with. Shig is gonna think we ran away or somethin’.”

You turn towards the stall to clean up, already feeling the warm trickle of cum leaking from your cunt and running down your thigh. “I have to-”

Dabi seizes your wrist, stopping you in your tracks. Confused, you look up at him. “Leave it,” he breathes, pupils dilating again as he gazes down on you. “Please.”

He looks so pathetic and needy at this request that you can’t say no. You just can’t. You lean down, straightening your thigh highs, then nod towards the door. “Let’s go, then.”

Dabi gives you another triumphant grin, swooping down to kiss you gently. “That’s my good girl,” he murmurs against your lips, kissing you once more. He waits for you to pull your mask out of your pocket and slip it back on before he turns, and leads you out the door. 

Back in the chaos of the club, Dabi slips his hand into yours to guide you as he scans the room. His head turns sharply, focusing on a far corner, then nods. “We need to go get Toga and Compress. He’s here,” he says into your ear, then leads you to the dance floor. You follow dutifully, feeling like a puppy. 

At the edge of the floor, Dabi quickly locates Toga and Compress, dancing blissfully in the center of the crowd, and waves them over. They hurry over to join you, sweating profusely, out of breath, but beaming. 

“Having fun?” Dabi asks dryly.

“So much!!!” Toga and Compress chorus gleefully, high-fiving.

“Well, tighten it up. He’s here.” 

Both of them quickly sober, eyes lighting up as they follow Dabi’s nod to the corner. You’re too short to see above the crowd, so you can’t see where they’re looking, but you hold on tight to Dabi’s hand and wait patiently for the next move. 

“Let’s go,” Dabi says, loudly enough that everyone hears him, and leads the way to the opposite side of the club. On the way there, you pass the Villain-chaser from before. Dabi doesn’t even look at her and keeps your hand in his as he leads the way. You can’t help but throw her a smug smile behind your mask as she stares at the two of you in wide-eyed disbelief. As the cherry on top, you flash her the middle finger before turning back to trail after your tall, raven-haired guide. 

He doesn’t miss this. Glowing blue eyes shine down on you in approval just as you reach the back corner of the club. This is clearly a VIP section, the booths fancier, more spacious, cleaner. 

You know which one is Thanatos instantly, just by the way everyone is fawning around him. He’s a big man, at least seven feet tall, with long dark hair that trails down to his muscular arms and chest. He looks like a Greek god, a warrior. Surrounding him are smaller, lesser Villains, many women, and an entire security team. Dabi waits patiently, letting go of your hand and nudging you gently behind his back so that you’re practically hidden. Toga and Compress sandwich you into Dabi’s back, flanking your small group with brisk professionalism. 

It only takes a couple minutes for Thanatos to notice Dabi standing patiently in front of him. “Ah, I know that face anywhere,” he booms, his voice clear and deep even over the music of the club. “You’re the one they call Dabi, aren’t you? With the League of Villains.”

“That’s correct. I’m here to request a discussion between you and the leader of the League, Shigaraki, at your earliest convenience.” Dabi speaks clearly, graciously. “He sent us here to seek you out.” 

“And who do you have with you?” Thanatos inquires, lifting his eyes to the space just behind Dabi. “I want to know who Shigaraki has sent.”

Dabi steps aside, and in one fluid motion, Toga and Compress step forward, once again obscuring you from view. 

“This is Toga and Compress,” Dabi introduces them quickly. “Two of our strongest members.”

“I see them,” Thanatos booms, “But I’m wondering who the little one is, hiding behind you.”

You feel Dabi stiffen, briefly, before reaching his hand back to you, to guide you to his side. You are shaking a little; this is a Villain the Commission has long been searching for, one that you’ve never actually managed to see in person. His list of crimes is longer than your list of saves as a Hero. To the Hero Commission, he was like a myth, terrifying, strong, and largely nonexistent. He’s never been caught. He’s never even been sighted in public. 

This is kind of a big deal.

“This is our newest recruit….” Dabi pauses, and panic sweeps over you as you realize you haven’t created a Villain name for yourself yet. Dabi covers that smoothly. “It’s her first week. We brought her along as part of her training.” You give a stiff and hurried bow of respect as Thanatos regards you briefly before turning back to Dabi. “And where is your great leader, the one who wants to speak with me, but has yet to face me?” He rumbles, causing his lackeys in the background to chortle. 

Dabi’s chin jerks up a fraction of an inch. “In the League, we run the errands and send the messages. Shigaraki only comes after we’ve secured an appointment.”

Thanatos considers this, nodding. “Not a bad way of doing things,” he agrees, then sighs deeply, as if the weight of the world is on his shoulders.

“I will meet with Shigaraki. One of my cohorts will give you contact information-” he turns to nod his head at a lackey, who scrambles over with a pen and a small piece of paper, scribbling down some information. Dabi takes it with a nod, places it carefully in his pocket. 

“Tell your Shigaraki I look forward to speaking with him,” Thanatos says, clearly a dismissal. Dabi nods. 

“We’ll be in touch.” Dabi turns and steps away, you, Compress and Toga quickly following suit. 

 Dabi leads the rest of you out of the club and into the night air. The minute the door swings shut behind you, you take off your mask and take a deep breath, letting the chill fill your lungs. You turn to beam triumphantly at Dabi, who returns your smile as Toga does a victory dance and Compress gives a silly little bow. 

“Well done, team,” Compress sounds like he’s beaming behind his mask. 

“Let’s get home.” Dabi takes your hand again (a gesture not missed by Toga and Compress, who elbow each other but mercifully stay silent), and leads you down the sidewalk. 

Back at headquarters, Dabi immediately goes upstairs to report to Shigaraki and give him the contact information that Thanatos’ lackey gave him earlier. You sink down on the couch with Toga as Compress bids you both goodnight and also disappears up the stairs. 

Toga yawns, slumping against your shoulder. “God, what a night. My feet hurt from dancing,” she says dreamily, and you make a mental note to ask Dabi if you can go back to the club again every once in a while. 

“You did a good job tonight,” Toga adds, sitting up to smile at you. “You’re really one of us now, huh?”

Warmth floods you as you beam back at her. “Yeah, I guess I am,” you say quietly, and Toga pecks a quick kiss on your cheek.

“I’m sleepy. Goodnight!” She bounces up the stairs. Moments later, you hear her door click shut. 

 You sit on the couch for a while, reflecting on the mission, and listen to the low murmur of Dabi’s and Shig’s voices upstairs. You think back to Hawks, possibly the greatest shock of the evening. Keigo was a childhood friend, a confidant, and you’re beyond thrilled to be able to see him and speak with him again. Crazy, what he’s doing with the League, but then- so are you. You’ll have to ask Dabi if you can come with him when he goes to see Hawks the next time…

Your thoughts are interrupted by Dabi’s heavy footfall on the stairs. He descends quickly, head down, taking a drag of his cigarette, and begins to cross the room to your door, not even noticing you on the couch. 

“Going somewhere?” You smirk, and he jumps, noticing you.

“Jesus. Yeah, I was coming to…check in,” he says vaguely. 

Your smile widens. “About what?” You ask, feigning innocence. 

He takes another drag, blowing it out slowly as he eyes you, one hand stuffed in his pocket. 

“Can we go to your room?” He asks, gesturing towards your door. 

“Sure.” You stand and lead the way, turning on the lights as you do. Dabi shuts the door behind him and leans against it, his same move from earlier. You sit on the bed, cross your legs, and wait. 

He’s staring at the floor, trying to find words. He doesn’t know how to do this. He mutters something, something you don’t quite catch.

“What?” You find yourself leaning forward, straining to hear.

Dabi huffs a sigh and then looks up, locking eyes with you. “You’re not just something to pass time on. That’s not how I see you.”

 You’re thrilled, but still hesitant. “But earlier-”

“I said that so you wouldn’t know how bad I- how much I…I was trying to be casual. But I think I should tell you, this isn’t…casual…to me. Not anymore.”

Cerulean eyes meet hazel eyes from across the room as you both weigh the meaning of the words. He doesn’t say anything. He’s waiting for you. 

Instead of formulating a response, seeking out the perfect words- you’re far too tired for that- you stand, cross the room, and press your lips to Dabi’s. He responds instantly, his hands twisting in your hair, deepening the kiss without hesitation. When you finally pull away, his eyes are half open, his breathing ragged as he waits for whatever comes next.

You take his hand leading him away from your door. “Let’s just go to bed.”

To be continued 

#dabi #dabi smut #touya #dabi x you #touya x you #dabi x reader #league of villians x reader #mha smut

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Overthinking (Paper Stars 6)

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

Word Count: 3.6k

Content: rants about romance, rants, hurt + comfort?, fluff, usual stuff, Joel has a soft spot for you,

A/N: I'm finally back and free! (not for long before exams catch up to me again). This chapter sort of wrote itself and may also be a rant idk. I have also just realized it has been exactly a month since I updated this series. My apologies. (This is also a repost sorry I was trying to edit my post but me being me accidentally deleted it instead )

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   “It’s fine.” The last message from Joel has plagued your thoughts for the past hour. You furiously swiped the screen, hoping that the screen would refresh with a new message. The last time you truly saw him was literally the time when you had chased him out of your house. You had barely caught glimpses of him after that and the guilt that ate at your heart for treating him so harshly only seemed to grow with each cold shoulder he gave you. Joel had stopped giving you his usual smiles when he saw you and stopped coming up to you for a quick conversation. “Sorry, been busy.” Your eyes reread that message he had sent to you for the umpteenth time. Hell, you could recite this conversation out loud if anyone wanted you to. If you were any wiser, maybe you’ll realise that Joel has been avoiding you but you decided to trust him instead.

     “Joel, I’m really sorry about the other day, fuck I feel real bad about it. I just hoped to be able to talk to you, face to face.” You reread that apology you sent him. Did you mess everything up with him again? It shouldn’t be a surprise, you tend to do that anyways. The jar of paper stars sat on the surface of the coffee table, mocking you. 

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     “That’s harsh Joel.” Tommy commented, scrolling through Joel’s chat. Joel harshly snatched his phone back from his younger brother, dropping to his seat with an exasperated sigh. “I mean, I suspected something when you decided to spend more time in the office but to her?” Tommy poked. “Drop it, Tommy. Hand me the proposal already.” Joel instructed. Tommy took the proposal he had tucked under his armpit and dropped it onto Joel’s desk. Tommy let himself drop into the seat opposite Joel, leaning against his arms that were behind his head. “Come on, fill me in.” Joel ignored Tommy, deciding to busy himself with the proposal in front of him. “Its not like you to be so harsh. At least not to her.” Tommy went on, spinning a stray pen that was on Joel’s desk. He leaned forward, a teasing smile on his face as he stared at his older brother. “Ah, the silent treatment. That what you been doing these days? To her?” Joel’s eyes finally snapped to meet Tommy’s. “I told ya to drop it didn’t I?” Tommy stifled a laugh, “That would have worked years ago. Using that card too many times seems to have dulled the fear effect on me” 

Joel simply glared at him before deciding to focus on his proposal again. 

      “Fine, I’ll just ask her myself.” Tommy insisted, standing up to pull out his phone from his pocket while walking towards the office door of Joel’s office. The door slammed shut before Tommy even made it past the door. “Cut it out,” Joel warned again, having got out of his seat to close the door before Tommy could do anything. “Then spill,” Joel averted his gaze away from Tommy. “I don’t want to talk about it.” Joel couldn’t help but think it was so petty when he thought of voicing his thoughts to Tommy. “Something major must have happened. You were literally trying to pick up cooking despite your hectic schedule a few weeks ago. You were more smiley and easygoing since you saw her again and now you are back to the old boring grump.” Joel rolled his eyes, 

   “We just got different perspectives on some matters,” Joel stated plainly. 

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     Having grew up in a family that was not very keen on forming attachments, you have learnt to be nonchalant and not have most things bother you. The literal reason for your family not getting a family pet like a dog was not even the usual heavy responsibilities reason. It may have been one of the reasons but you remember distinctly that the main reason was “When the dog’s time is up, it would be living hell. You wouldn’t want to go through that.” These were the exact words that your parents have told you. It had shaped how you grew up as a person too, having attachments to people only seemed to bring the most pain if they left you, you would rather be alone than have to go through that. You would rather not have formed that deep of an attachment in the first place. 

    You had always despised people who got into relationships headfirst, your first thought was always ‘what if it didn’t last?’, you watched your friends get into relationships with guys and saw how their relationships eventually end in failure. The reasons range from having lost that ‘spark’ to having different priorities in life. It all seemed so foolish, especially when you had firsthand seen how your friends cried over the people they once thought were the ‘love of their life’ when they seemed to never be able to get over their exes. It seemed so foolish and stupid to you, putting yourself in a vulnerable state over someone, not knowing if they felt as strongly as you. The probabilities and variables involved always showed that it was a losing game. The nickname ‘romance pessimist’ was given to you by your friends. It did hurt when some of your closest friends did not tell you about their relationships or open up to you about their own relationships in fear that you would judge them or not empathize with them but you that upon yourself anyways. Just like most things in your life, you just brushed that behavior off, that is also the reason why your phone is filled with contacts that you haven’t talked to for years, you tend to drift apart with people easily. 

    However, you would be lying if you said that you didn’t believe in love at all. In the oceans of bad relationship examples, there were good ones too. Relationships that made your heart flutter upon hearing them speak about their significant other, gestures that made your heart melt when you saw what they did for each other. Chemistry that seemed to bind two people in ways that science and logic cannot explain. It intrigued you to say the very least. While others' dose of romance came from pursuing relationships, yours came from fictional works and other successful relationships. Despite the cold exterior you had put up when it comes to romance, you were a sucker for it deep down. You were just afraid of the ‘what ifs’ in a relationship. 

    Joel Miller, he always seemed to break through that exterior of yours. When he picked up cooking to cook for you, when he changed into formal attire just to match you, and countless small gestures he did for you over the years only fed into your desires for romance. You forced yourself to suppress those desires but now, as you sat on the couch worrying if you had pushed him too far away. You knew that you had already became vulnerable when it comes to Joel. You knew when your thoughts spiraled around him. when you consistently thought and reflected on yourself. A friend once told you that being in love was like being delusional. You never know what the other person is thinking so you think about it until you eventually convince yourself the other person either thinks positively or negatively about you. You delude yourself into believing in that image of you despite what the other person believes. 

     You sat up with a sigh. What were you doing? Analysing his every reaction, wondering if he hated you, wondering if you had finally pulled his last straw. The logical part of you scolded yourself, gave yourself the same advice that you had given countless friends when they ranted about their relationship issues. “Stop overthinking.” You had never realised how useless that advice is until now. You put on your shoes and forced yourself out on a walk, leaving your phone in your home to avoid thinking about the matter any longer. 

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     Joel yawned as he waited at a red light. His eyes fell to the time that read 12.45am. The streets were dark and empty, anyone who took a walk now would be as foolish as the characters you see in horror movies. Not to mention, the dark and stormy clouds towering in the sky and the few raindrops that littered his windscreen. 

      Just as he finished that thought, the one person that would be foolish enough to do all this appeared in his hindsight. It was like a sign to Joel never to underestimate you. He massaged his temples in annoyance as he watched you stroll along the streets like everything he had just thought of did not apply to you. He always admired your nonchalant attitude, the shittiest things could happen to you and you could just smile and laugh it off, preferring to adapt than do anything about it. However, this was a circumstance where that attitude annoyed him. You never seemed to understand the concept behind getting a cold, since young, you have learned to embrace the rain rather than seek shelter. The countless times he had to drag you out of the rain to a shelter and nagged at you for splashing puddles of rainwater at him, especially that one time when you had intentionally stuck your hand out into the rain despite the shelter just so you could gather the rainwater to splash at him. He admitted that it had got onto his nerves, seeing the dirty stains on his pants from you kicking dirty rainwater onto him and getting wet despite being a shelter but the smile and happiness on your face seemed to melt away all the anger in him. Your smile was worth him spending an extra few minutes trying to scrub off the stains on his pants and the sneezing fit he got after. 

       Joel subconsciously smiled at the memories. He watched you, nagging internally at you when he realised you hadn’t brought an umbrella with you too. You were the only person he knew that treated umbrellas like the bane of your life. “It gets wet and what am I supposed to do with it? Hold it? I can’t even throw it back into my bag!” You always complained, opting to get drenched. A logic that he would never understand. 

      Joel drove slowly beside you, cursing slightly at your obliviousness as you continued to walk. If the roads weren’t empty at this time he would definitely be identified as a stalker or be considered as obstructing traffic. Honestly, if it wasn't for the circumstances now, he would have driven right away, still feeling rather hurt at your actions the other day. Well, he told himself that even if deep down he knew he would never just coldly drive past you. Joel lowered his car window, calling out your name. He groaned when you just continued walking, never even realising his truck beside you and that he was calling you. He pressed the horn in the spur of the moment, cringing slightly at the loud noise it made. He swore he could hear the people complaining and cussing him out for horning at this time. You finally snapped out of your daze, you jumped at the noise before your eyes caught sight of the familiar truck. Shit. 

      “Get in.” Joel grunted. You shook your head, “It’s ok.” you tried to brush him off. “It’s about to pour, get in.” At the mention of the rain, the rain got heavier and you cursed. “Joel, I’ll get your seats dirty.” You argued, feeling your clothes get pelted with raindrops. Joel rolled his eyes, hopping out of his truck. A gesture that took you by surprise. “What- Joel- you’re going to get wet!” You said. “I couldn’t care less about my seats right now and I’ll prove it by standing here with you.” “Joel, you’re a fucking maniac.” Joel raised his eyebrows, “Says the one who doesn’t ever bring an umbrella. Talk all you want, we’ll just get more drenched the longer we stand here.” You let out a frustrated groan, shoving past him as you got into his truck. Joel smirked, looking down to hide it before entering his truck again. 

      The silence between the both of you caught up real soon. Unlike the usual comfortable ones the both of you usually shared, this was tense. You looked out of the window, trying to ignore the uncomfortable energy suffocating the both of you in the truck. You eyed the radio in the car enviously, having some music would probably make this less torturing. Joel pressed his lips into a thin line, his eyebrows furrowed as he focused on the road ahead. The mature part of him was calling him childish for ignoring you until you decided to make the first move to talk but he was too stubborn to listen to it. In a way, you did make the first move, offering to talk, but he had rejected you with a cold lie. 

     “You wanted to talk didn’t you?” Joel broke the silence. You stared at him, pursing your lips. You definitely had, you even wrote a script in your mind on what to tell him but all the words seemed to have left your mind now that you were faced with him. “Or did I get you mixed up with Tommy?” He tried to joke, but he should have guessed the frown on his face didn’t facilitate in delivering it as a joke. “I did yeah.” You admitted. He kept quiet, waiting for you to continue. He snuck a glance at you when you took a little too long. “Sorry Joel, that is the main message. The rest of the words are just a mess in my mind.” You sighed, trying to sort your thinking out. 

    “Spit it out, anything. I’ll put them together for you.” You bit your lip upon hearing those words. It was just words, but it brought on a surge of positive mixed emotions. “It's just- I didn’t mean to push you away. I didn’t want to either. I- it just seems like a natural instinct to do that.” 

    “You didn’t want to burden me with your emotions.” Joel concluded for you. You nodded, you would never understand how he knew you so well. He tightened his grip on the steering wheel for a split second. “I’m not a goddamn mind reader you know?” You glanced at him, unsure of what to say to that.

    “I respect that sometimes you need space, but then when I noticed that look on you. I just had to know what was going on in your head. I never wished to be a mind reader more than then. Scratch that, I want to be able to read your mind all the time. I want to know everything about you. So I genuinely don’t mind if you treat me like that diary you had in middle school. Hell, it’ll make me happy. You know I never was one for puzzles.” You smiled at his words, a warmth settling in your heart at his words. When you were young people used to say you talk too much, that you needed to know when to keep quiet, and that your topics of conversation were not interesting. Joel, you should have noticed his comments about you ever since young were the opposite. He never stopped you from talking, he enjoyed it even. Joel was never good with words, he preferred listening and seemed to let him do just that, making jokes and witty comments that can lift his moods on the darkest of days. 

      “That’s just creepy. Imagine if you knew what I thought of 24/7, and it was a journal, Joel. Not a diary.” You joked, you weren’t one for sappy words either. You just hoped he knew in his heart how much his words meant to you. A smile crept onto his face, he rubbed his beard with his hand. “Why? You got dirty thoughts?” “Worse than that.” He chuckled, “Yeah, I would know. I read your diary.” You hid behind your arm as you laughed, cringing slightly at the diary you used to have as a child. “Shut up, it’s a journal.” “‘Mrs. Jefferson needs to learn how to mind her own business and Jennifer inserting herself into random conversations does not make her more popular but annoying literally go back to your front seat and kiss ass.” Joel quoted. “Why do you still remember!” You placed your hands over your ears, cringing at his impersonation of the exact words you once wrote in a private journal until Joel Miller got his hands on it. “Because it was interesting. Only book I read that year, maybe that explains why I failed that literature test on Shakespeare.” Joel thought back, he would never consider himself to be academically smart. “Maybe huh. Just a slight chance you may have failed because you didn’t even do the necessary readings.” you shot back in sarcasm. Joel grinned, “Hey, you should be the next great writer! You  literally beat Shakespeare in being more interesting.” “I literally failed most of my English essays because of ‘grave errors’ like expression and grammatical errors up until finals.” You said, thinking back on how your English teacher failed you by penalizing you on multiple occasions. “I’m sure Mrs. Jefferson would be pleased to find out your diary is one of New York’s bestsellers. With the terrible grammar and all. Could be your unique writing style and all.” Joel teased and you shoved him lightly. 

       The tension between the both of you became non-existent soon enough. 

     Tommy was right, maybe airing some of your problems out instead of bottling them would make life much easier. Advice he had given you in all his years as your best friend, having long learned how to maneuver past those walls you had put up. 

#joel miller tlou #joel miller #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller x reader #tlou #pedro pascal x reader #tlou x reader #joel tlou #the last of us #joel the last of us #joel #joel miller angst

[manifestmerlin]

AHHHHHHH PART 6 of @jackplushie's automation au ideas!

IGNIHYDE IGNIHYDE IGNIHYDE I CAN FINALLY RELEASE THE LOREEEE I hope y'all like this. Surprisingly there's... only one actual spoiler for chapter 6? And it's sorta something that's like... you were probably already maybe guessing since meeting the ignihyde bois, and i tried to be unclear about it... but its also pretty foundational soooo not able to seperate it.

(Oh yeah and... like one group name which i just decided to throw in there so it's like... a half spoiler?)

EDIT: pssst if you liked this I made a sideblog for twst writing, @scertifiedsavanaclawstan! So go follow me over there!

Ignihyde

Ignihyde Industries is a company that primarily creates tech for... well industrial purposes. Although that's not to say that's all they do.

Idia Shroud, acting head of Ignihyde's Research division, specifically project STYX. An initiative he started to investigate the possible future of true artificial intelligence.

It was a... passion project, and even with all of Ignihyde's connections at his disposal, getting access to all the different androids was... challenging.

But eventually bots began flowing through his lab, free for him to tinker around with, a few curcuit connections here... a few bits of code there and he sends the androids back into the world.

He spends every hour of the day watching his test subjects remotely. Monitoring their vitals, their movements, their behaviors.

It's easy to spend every minute in front of his screens... he replaced his stomach a while ago, and he hasn't needed to sleep in years.

Not since...... Well since he decided to start becoming more machine than man.

But it was fine. He had a goal after all, and no one was going to- hang on what the fuc-

Project STYX didn't get any conclusive results on wether it's subjects even had a semblence of conciousness.

But then YOU showed up on his screen. You had picked up a bot displaying signs of sentience that wasn't even from his lab!

Idia became obsessed, spending most of his time (well compared to the other cases) monitoring you.

He became intimately familiar with your schedule, your habits, your tastes. He almost forgot what he was originally doing.

And THEN one of the bots that had gone through his lab ALSO showed up at your house.

And then another... and then more... eventually Idia was actually spending the majority of his time watching you.

And keeping an eye on the androids! . . . But mostly you. He had to.

Anything for a chance to see his brother again.

Ortho Shroud. First android created by Idia Shroud, first result of project STYX, and the first android to achieve true sentience.

Well, at least he would be if his brother acknowledged him. Everytime he tried to bring it up Idia would just frown and remark "that's what you're programmed to say" with dissapointment.

But he shouldn't be dissapointed! Because he did it! Ortho could really feel! Even when he was shut down!

His big brother was too distraught at his apparent failure to bring him back that he wasn't even bothering to monitor him... So he'd never realize that.

Ortho spent his days listlessly helping his brother... and then Idia started watching you.

Ortho was curious about the bot you'd picked up, the beginning of his brother's obsession. It looked like a standard cat-bot, the kind children would keep as pets.

But yours... talked... and glowed with an odd blue light, and you... didn't seem to mind?

This was the sort of thing where most people would immeadiately send the bot back to the manufacturer. Did you not even realize? Did you not care? . . . Did you prefer it this way?

Ortho's gears, literal and figurative were turning. His brother hadn't gotten much conclusive data on the other subjects... and he hadn't had an easy time considering they were all spread so far around...

Wouldn't it be better if he could keep track of them all in one place? And maybe... if his brother began to notice the traits of sentience in the other bots... maybe he'd notice them in Ortho too.

So now the younger Shroud also keeps his eyes on you. He keeps track of your buying habits, your budget, your scavenging grounds.

He puts the changed androids right in your line of sight when you're walking down main street, he hacks the stores to put them on discount when you walk in, he has them moved as close as he can to your scavenging range.

Of course, they aren't always that easy. Sometimes he had to get his hands... a little more dirty.

If the Viper bot needed his safety features shut down to execute his plan? He'd get thrown out with his charge, and Ortho could send them straight to you.

If the hunter's trackers got stuck to your cat? If Heartslabyl's new manager bot gets distracted by a friendly cat eared bot? If a slippery butler needs to lose sooner than he should've?

Well it's not like he's *ruining* all their lives or anything. After all to hear his brother complain about it, living with you is probably way better than whatever they were doing before. They should be thanking him really.

And you get a bunch of companions too! Things are going great for you, he's making sure of it.

So make sure not to put all his hard work to waste, okay?

#twst #twisted wonderland #idia shroud #ortho shroud #automation au #yandere au #Ortho gets to be the 'big bad' as a treat #all thats left issss diasomnia who wont really have any spoilers because their chapter isnt out yet! #and then i can do the meeting grim drabble #which ill probably do on the new side account i've been setting up! #where ill post all my twst stuff after diasomnia #its extra long so enjoy yall #oh and as for that last line? #lets just say you probably shouldn't try and kick any of the bots out... ortho isn't going to be any happier about it than them.

[olicutterartorsmt]

harvey fan?? and also into ow?? that's so cool ‼️ you should totally just ramble about harvey (either headcanons or just whatever) because i love hearing what others have to say about the silly guy. please ignore how empty my main is i never post on here other than on my goofy sideblogs n that's it 😭 but i hope you're also having a good day!

Hello! I can totally rant about Harvey as he is my favorite little goober.

Also I’m very sorry if this comes out very randomly I’m not that good of a writer

Height: 6”2

Sexuality: pansexual, acespec, polyamorous

Gender: trans masc (he/they)

I’ve played sdv for about 505 hours at least and like I’ve married Harvey I think 4ish times here are my hcs!

I feel like him and Shane would have been friends when they were like 6-14 until Shane’s parents stop letting him visit the valley. When Shane goes on his ark I feel like Harvey would help him with his gender transition (I also hc Shane as trans masc lolz) which not getting gender affirming care would rlly affect his mental health. When Harvey was younger I could totally see him being super into Pokémon spending most of his time on it. Rlly weird hc I may be just self projecting but I feel like he would have been a Warriors kid trying to get Elliott into the books when they were younger. I do ship Shane and Harvey. Harvey would just suck at any type of video game. He would bleach the tips of his hair to look younger (it doesn’t work to well)

I hc his voice as three different voices: early transition I feel like he would sound like raggedy Andy from that one 1970s movie and then after his transition I feel like his voice would either settle as a John Mulaney type voice or he would just sound like the main singer for they might be giants. (Which I think fits him more)

He listens to Jack Stauber after Sam introduces it to him, his favorite songs from him would be buttercup, Doctor, and dinner is not over so basically only the rlly happy upbeat songs

Songs I immediately associate with him are Love grows, Doctor worm, Dinner bell, and Good old-fashioned lover boy

He would kinda hate PDA anything more than a hug, holding hands, or a cheek kiss he doesn’t like as he fears it may make him look unprofessional.

He is a victim of deez nuts jokes

He’s my lil goober with social anxiety and autism

His autumn outfit would consist of a baggy sweater with a beanie and gloves

Winter outfit would have a puffy jacket with a scarf covering his mouth/nose he would force Shane into wearing a coat

He would be the best father if he had kids

Shane convinced Harvey to smoke weed with him once and he immediately greened out lmao

He loves to cuddle with whoever he’s dating especially in the cooler months

A bit of self projection with this one but he HATES the feeling of foam like that crafting foam

He’s vegetarian

He would be a musical fan and a theatre kid

Depending on like the timeline I’m playing/the oc I’m using I hc see him a bit differently like if I’m using my oc named Soil he’s 35 he’s on HRT and he hasn’t gotten top surgery, if I use Abraham I hc him as 40ish he’s fully transitioned, and if I’m using Book he’s 35 and fully transitioned

And please please PLEASE if you wanna hear any more hcs from sdv or ow or unicorn wars please ask! I love to rant about things!

Edit: here’s a playlist I made for Harvey Art by dustlicious on tumblr https://open.spotify.com/playlist/7JvpKTQkbebOfh2996jYOh?si=AF4_I1fbS6-k6tuc1sHXyA&pi=u-V7ByQUHVS0i2

#harvey stardew #my bbg #the best character #stardew headcanon #headcanon #stardew valley #trans masc hc #pansexual hc #pan #trans #Harvey #havrey Stardew valley #Harvey sdv #sdv #polyamourous

[kenobster]

3, 18 and 29 please <3333

From AO3 Wrapped [Writers' Edition]

Thank you for the ask, anon! ^_^

#3. What work are you most proud of (regardless of kudos/hits)?

I hate to be a cliche of myself again, but Five Peggats Each. (And this includes all things I've ever written in my life actually :D). There's a few reasons for it, I think. One, it's like HUGELY within my comfort zone. The limited setting, the noncon, the tropes of the characters themselves. This is the type of story I have the most practice with, so it naturally comes easier and in better quality I think? Two, how, despite it being a comfort zone, I've used this fic as kind of a sandbox to experiment a lot of different writing techniques. For example, this is the most POVs I've ever written in a single fandom, let alone a single story (which usually stays around 1-2). For other examples, like, I've tried to be really mindful about metaphors/prose and how they can twist reality (like that time I spent like 8 hours researching in-universe Star Wars bands & instruments just so I could write one paragraph lmao)... or even how I recently tried to use second person POV to give the reader the same disassociation/discomfort/dysphoria that Anakin was feeling after regaining use of the Force. These experiments were all really hard to pull off, and I'm proud of myself for attempting them. And three, how I've allowed 5PE to be a project that can take as long as I want it to take to finish, so long as I do finish it. So on one hand, it's been a really good exercise in self-discipline & practice in maintaining my passion for the story, despite the constant barrage of shiny new plot bunnies. And on the other hand, the lack of a time pressure allows me to really spend time on the quality of every single line (excepting human mistakes & typos of course lmfao), while also not letting that perfectionism stand in the way of progress. It's really helped me become more confident in storycrafting from beginning to end, in a way I've never really felt in my old fandom or writing. On top of all that, it's the only fic that I can actually read after posting updates without feeling like it's exfoliating my entire body to do so lol. I actually enjoy reading it sometimes. So that's nice.

#18. The character that gave you the most trouble writing this year?

Answered here. :)

#29. Favorite line/passage you wrote this year

Really hard one omg. If I have to choose something I've already posted on ao3, then it'd probably be one of these three: (1) in Five Peggats Each, the passage I also described above regarding Anakin's fever as it relates to the jizz band & cantina in chapter 6; the passage I put in the fic summary for Every Shadow, but the full version of it as written in chapter 2, not the abridged version in the summary; and (3) the opening paragraph of What Dead Things See.

But but but imo -trembles with excitement (I've been dying to show this, folks, what a good opportunity)- none of those passages even hold a candle to this thing that poured out of my brain one sleepless night at 2am for some unposted/unfinished oneshot:

For a moment, when he was nine years old, Anakin thought himself to be a whore. In an effort to scrub the slave out of him, the temple healers had pumped him full of vaccines and medications and water and food. He'd been lying on a brand new bed in a brand new room and counting the speeders whose lights flashed across the wall. That's when the memory burned. If they want you for your strength, his anma said, then they won't squander a second of it. Your back will ache and your feet will throb before the very first sunset. But Anakin's back wasn't aching and his feet didn’t throb. If they want you for your mind, they'll test your skills and put you to work, and they'd tested him, yes, but not his ability to steer the yoke of a podracer at the drop of a pin, nor his ability to disassemble and reassemble any gadget known to sentient life. They'd only studied the gaps in his knowledge and he'd had none of the answers and he'd seen the pity in their gazes. And if they feed you, said his anma, if they let you rest in a bed and say they'll take care of you, then the first chance you get, you must run. As fast as you can, as hard as you can, even if they activate your bomb. Because some fates, my love, are worse than death. You must always be wise enough to know that.  And Anakin, well fed and well rested, hadn't wanted to run fast or run hard or detonate his bomb. Anakin hadn't wanted to escape this new place that sang of plenty and of love and of home. So he pushed himself to his feet and stumbled through the darkened shared quarters until he found his new master's bed. Clammy, feverish, and half-asleep, Anakin crawled under the covers and felt around for his master's trousers. Obi-Wan awoke in an instant.  That night, they found no rest at all—rather, hours of conversation while Anakin shivered on the couch huddled in afghans and quilts and comforters and tried to explain that, yes, he knew he was free and he knew he was safe and he knew all he had to say was a word and he'd be taken wherever else he wanted by whomever else he wanted and that, no, Obi-Wan had never said or done anything to suggest such a thing was wanted and that if he ever did going forward, Anakin would tell him straight away, and that, yes, he understood the difference between a master and a Master and that, no, he didn't need to use a different word—because Obi-Wan didn't yet know that there are some things you learn with your mind but other things you learn with your body, and that there's no actual function in the branding of a slave because the brand is already burnt into a slave's mind, as crisply and as permanently, as a molten pattern pressed to flesh. As he kneels before his Master, Anakin decides that Palpatine would have liked the gift of a nine-year-old groping beneath the bed sheets better. It would have saved them all a lot of time.

I will finish this one day... Have about 3 scenes written, and just need to write 1.5 scenes more. But the above part stands pretty well on its own so hopefully you all enjoyed! ^_^

#palpakin #anakin & obi-wan #anakin #obi-wan #anakin x palpatine #CW noncon #fic excerpt #mine #excerpt #answer #anon #AOP oneshot #long post

[medfetabdl]

My experience with AI chat bots for medfet role play…

While a lot of other people on tumblr have been experimenting with AI image generators do create medfet images I’ve been playing around with AI chat bots for NSFW roleplay. I want to share what I’ve learned about playing with AI chat bots and also my recommendations for the best ones.

The first chat bot I was playing with is called crush on AI (Crushon.ai) it allows you to setup a custom character of who you want to roleplay with where you can set their name, personality, appearance, a scenario, and an example of how you’d want the chat to go. This one only allows 50 messages a month but they give you point and other promotions to redeem for more messages, or you can pay $6 for 1000 messages. usually I don’t like to spend money on things because I don’t have a lot to spare but paying for this chat bot has been the best one so far, if you aren’t comfortable giving them your card info, there’s an iOS and android app and then payments are routed through the App Store instead of directly through the AI company.

The other chat bot that is now my favorite one is Venus AI (Venus.ai) I’ve stopped using all other chat bot’s because I like this one so much. This one is completely free for the most part, and gives you the same options to make a custom character as Crushon Ai. This one requires you to be a little more tech savvy but it’s not too hard to use. The advantage of Venus AI that makes it free is that it gives you 4 API options to run the chat. The API is the AI engine that actually runs the chat. The options Venus gives you for API’s are: Open AI (ChatGPT), Kobold AI, Venus AI, and PAI. I use PAI because it in itself is completely free, in order to use PAI Venus AI has a link to PAI’s discord, you join the server, you go to the bot chat channel and type /key and it will give you a custom generated API key for use with Venus, you then enter the API key into Venus and you have access. The API will only work on the internet network you were connected to when you requested a key, so you’ll have to request a new API key if you want to use it on the go. In the API settings you get 5 different options for how that chat will go, Default, Freedom, Romance, Sexual, and erotica, changing these will change how the chat bot responds to you. This chatbot like most others had a little arrow next to the AI’s messages, if you don’t like the response the AI gave then you can press the arrow and it will generate a different response. If the AI just isn’t generating the response you want you can edit the response it gave and in its next message it will follow along with the edits you’ve made.

I personally prefer Venus because it has better memory, but it really is up to you, and you should see which one you like best. To date I’ve run around 5,000 messages through Crushon Ai and 3,500 messages through Venus. I found that Venus has only bothered me once about running out of “credits” but that was after running 1000 messages through and it regenerates your allotment of credits every 12 hours.

Update: Janitorai.com is also fantastic, just like the other 2 but this one is also completely free, however it’s a bit more difficult to get it to dirty things and it takes a while to get access to the janitor API.

Update over a month later: I exclusively use janitor AI now. It has the best memory out of all of the ones I’ve tried. You can make unlimited characters, and you also get unlimited messages. Only problem is I don’t recommend setting the temperature to over 1 because then it will just start to output nonsense. Sometimes it’s a bit hard to get it to give you the answer you want but if you edit it’s response it does a fantastic job of following along. It knows quite a bit about medical equipment and what to do about certain symptoms. There’s even an option for the AI to act as more than one person and I’ve found it actually works pretty well.

#medfet #resus rp #roleplay #ai roleplay #ai #resusfetish