#MIND EXPLOSION EMOJI

[crsentfairy]

starting to suspect two of my ‘mutuals’ are just the same person.. lemme shaddap tho 😁

#crsent.txt #hmmm..... #thinking emoji shocked emoji explosion emoji #minding my damn bidnezzz.

[slayfics]

heyyy i love you’re writing!! i’ve been listening to so much nessa barrett lately and her one song “lie” made me really want to read like a bakugou x reader story line of the song i feel like you’re writing would work well with it 🥹🥹

You see Katsuki on tv. Warnings: angst 600 words

You watched as bubbles crackled in your now almost empty drink, the ice collapsing into itself. Lime soaked and slowly disintegrated in the liquid.

"Another one sweetheart?" The bartender asks, bringing you out of your daydream.

You nod with a faint smile, it's the biggest smile you can gather up. The bartender gets working on your drink, feeling obligated to make small talk he looks up at you again, "You here alone?" he asks, pouring a shot into a new glass.

It's a simple question. It shouldn't send you spiraling, but it does.

"Yeah," you reply shortly.

He tops the drink off with soda water and lime and slides it over to your side of the bar, "Well I'm sure that's by choice," he says giving you a courteous wink and nod.

You can't help but scoff. Of course, it's not by choice. There is someone you want to be here with.

Then as if your thoughts willed it so, breaking news broadcasts on the screen interrupting the mundane sitcom. "Pro hero Dynamite at work to subdue a villain," the live feed reads.

You can't stop the way your pupils dilate, and your fingers tighten around your glass.

The helicopter filming the scene struggles to keep up with his movements, but there he is exploding through the city effortlessly giving the villain the fight of their life.

Cops attempt to keep pedestrians at bay, but the crowd is excited to see Dynamite working in action. The group of onlookers only grows as more pull out their phones to record.

He's so famous now.

It happened overnight.

One moment it was just you and Katsuki, and now, he's a pro hero known all over.

He's not Katsuki or Kacchan anymore, he's Dynamite, and everywhere you turned people wanted to take him away from you.

And it worked?

You hadn't heard from Katsuki in over a month. Texts left on read, memes left without even an emoji.

He's busy, you told yourself. Being a pro hero was taking a lot out of him. You couldn't expect much, you had to be supportive. Yet, you couldn't shake the lingering thoughts that grew as more time passed with dead air between you two.

Had he met someone else?

Bringing the glass up to your lips to take a sip, you realized your hands had begun to shake.

As famous as he was now, he had come across many new faces. Fancy galas and expensive dinner parties. Who were you to complete anymore? A small-town friend left long in the shadowed past of his new bright and shiny life.

No. Surely, he respects you enough to have let you know, right?

He's just busy.

Katsuki lets out an explosion bringing the villain down. The scene erupts into cheers. You watch eyes glued to the screen; Katsuki shoves his mask up to his forehead wiping the sweat off his face. Reporters rush to try and get lucky enough to speak to him.

Then it happens.

The universe-altering moment.

It happens fast but you see it in slow motion, every second more painful than the next.

The epitome of a beautiful woman breaks through the crowd, to run and wrap her arms around his neck. Pushing up to her tip toes to press a passionate kiss to his cheek, and he doesn't pull away. He smiles.

A guttural scream that you don't recognize as your own escapes you. Glass flies out of your hand shattering the bar TV.

Whoever she is please, let it be a lie.

Oh man- this song did a number on me. It’s so painfully beautiful. I hope this fic was somewhat what you had in mind. It’s what came out when I sat down to type so I hope you enjoy! Thank you for this request, I missed writing some angst.

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[tommykinard6]

Hello everyone and welcome to my notes and analysis on Tommy Kinard in the Season 2 episode of 9-1-1, “Chimney Begins”. My notes that I took while watching the episode will be first, then my analysis. If you want to skip straight to the analysis, it’ll be marked by three 🚨🚨🚨 emojis.

The areas where I see glaring signs of Tommy’s queer ass hiding in a closet? Marked by 🧯.

Let’s get to it!

And if you want to follow along my analysis of Tommy Kinard and his appearances, check out the tag these will be filed under: “Tommy Begins”

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Tommy is the first one to notice Chimey’s arrival. He seems comfortable and at ease around the other firefighters and teases Eli about forgetting to tip the delivery guy when he sees Chimney.

Next time we see him, it’s after the crew is rolling back from what seems to have been a fire, where he says “you still here?” To Howie. It’s hard to make out what tone he’s using, tbh. Then it’s another time where he comes back from a call and says “what about that burger place?” To which Captain Gerrard says “Tommy, I hate that place”. This might be the first time Tommy’s name is mentioned, in fact I’m pretty sure it is.

THEN THIS GEM.

🧯Gerrard: hey wasn’t your girlfriend supposed to come and cook us dinner?”

Tommy: uh, next Tuesday

Gerrard: promise?

Tommy: uh, uh yes. Yeah I will promise… *stuttering a lot* 🧯

It’s also obviously an all white, all male firehouse. Seriously, it’s whiter than the Arctic in there and has more testosterone than a pharmacy. There’s one possible female firefighter that shows up in the floor collapse scene, but unsure if she’s 118. But I digress.

When Tommy enters the locker room and Chimney tries to start a friendship, he’s skittish. Looking away, not making eye contact, keeping busy. As Chim keeps talking, he’s slowly shaking his head and looking a bit annoyed. But when he turns around to reply to Chim, he doesn’t seem angry. He’s skittish, he’s nervous. He looks like he’s about to bolt. He’s got the look of someone who has too much on his mind, not just someone who’s mad. He says, “if I thought about you at all, honestly, I probably wouldn’t” in response to whether he likes Chim. I’ve got a lot of curiosity about this scene, but let’s move on.

We see Tommy being friendly with other firefighters throughout the episode.

Eli says that the crew is protecting themselves because in the job, friends die. That they “don’t want to name a puppy until they know it’s going to pull through”.

During the drive to the fire, Chimney is breathing heavily through the switching scenes. Tommy looks over at him several times. To me it looks almost like he’s keeping an eye on him.

During Kevin’s funeral, we open up on Eli and Tommy first. Tommy is standing outside of the line, but I’m not sure if that has a particular meaning. It’s very interesting because Tommy is just off to the side or behind Chim in most shots. We also see him glancing over at Chim several times. For someone who doesn’t seem to care much (or doesn’t want to seem that way), he’s certainly empathetic.

At the floor collapse, we see Tommy going in with a saw. We get a shot of O’Connor and Kinard entering the building. This is the last we see of Tommy before the explosion. Gerrard tries raising Tommy on the radio to tell him it’s all clear, but can’t reach him. I find it interesting that O’Connor never noticed Tommy didn’t follow him out, as he wasn’t actively moving so he’d probably been standing there at least a minute. Considering the time it takes for Chim to find Tommy though, he probably only collapsed shortly before the exit. Chimney carries out an unconscious Tommy just before the building explodes and we get a fade to black scene of them working on him.

All we really hear about him in the hospital scene is that he’s resting and according to Eli, “for a guy who huffed gas and got dragged out of a burning building, he looks better than [Chimney]”

Back at the station, Tommy slowly enters the locker room where Chimney is to say, “Love Actually, monster trucks, craft beer”, finally responding to Chimney’s earlier friendship attempt. He’s very earnest in his expression and in his words.

Chimney: “How’s that head of yours?”

Tommy: “Still fat, but clearer.” *slight pause before taking a step forward* “You saved my life. Thank you.” Lou’s delivery of this was amazing, very heartfelt and genuine for a macho character.

Chimney looks down to see Tommy offering him a handshake and he accepts it, then Tommy pulls him into a tight hug. Even after they pull away, their hands are still clasped for a moment, still shaking. Chimney says, “Thanks Tommy” and this man has the goofiest smile on his face.

When Chimney is talking to the new mom Kevin saved, Tommy asks Eli, “Paramedic?” And Eli replies with, “Damn good one”

And there we reach the end of Chimney Begins.

🚨🚨🚨

First of all, let’s do a round of applause for Lou Ferrigno Jr. The man took a minor character and acted his ass off. Thank you for your service.

Tommy goes through a whole arc and it’s not even an episode he’s centric to. I find it interesting. He’s in an all white, probably all male station. He’s comfortable and relaxed in the beginning of the episode. Then things are shaken up a bit by the arrival of Chim, another man but Asian, which changes the dynamic a bit. I think the focus of race is more closely examined in Hen Begins, but I think it’s worth mentioning here too. He was an outlier in more than being a probie. Tommy isn’t necessarily hostile, but he’s not friendly.

Then we have Gerrard, pressing Tommy about his “girlfriend”. Refer back to the 🧯 section. Hmm. Tommy is very elusive, clearly lying through his teeth, and nervous. This scene sorta made me wonder if Gerrard knew, the way he was pressing Tommy about it. I might be reading too much into it, but I wonder.

From there, Tommy is more nervous and skittish. He’s very weird towards Chimney, but honestly I’m not sure it was about Chim. To use an analogy that I just made up, it seemed like he was swatting at a fly that was distracting him from finding the hornet in his room. I just feel like if it was directed towards Chim as a person, he would’ve been more assertive about it. But the man looks ready to bolt. I feel like any ill treatment of Chim was in reaction to what ever is happening up in that brain.

Then Tommy almost dies and Chimney runs in to save him. The scene where they become friends is everything to me. Of course Tommy likes monster trucks and craft beer, but he also loves Love Actually. He pulls Chim in for a tight hug. He looks happier than he has for most of the episode.

This man had a whole arc.

I won’t stand here and say he didn’t act like an ass during a few moments (first locker room scene more notably). But upon examination, I think it was less so than I remembered from first watching the episodes. I also seriously wonder what was happening in the 118 that we didn’t see. Sal wasn’t even in this one, but Gerrard was and he certainly was…something.

I think Tommy has a lot of backstory I’d love to know. At this point in time, we still know very little about him. But my conclusion on Chimney Begins is that Tommy grew and I think in this episode only, he becomes at least a likeable character.

I have so many headcanons, but I tried to stick largely to what canon gave us to work with in this post. Should I do a post on headcanons?

Next up! Hen Begins! That’ll be a separate post and you can find it once it’s up under a shared tag of this: the “Tommy begins” tag.

@min-kit @thegunslingerletmedrop @thewriterscall tagging you guys because you expressed interest!

#Tommy Begins #911 season 7 #911 season 2 #911 spoilers #911 abc #911 show #911 speculation #tommy kinard #lou ferrigno jr

[sorrowfulrosebud]

Can u make kiribaku x male reader fluff

(I’m so sorry I wrote this so late, college and Uni stuff has been kicking my ass 😢)

Genre: major angst, fluffy at the end I think?

Content: in which you and your boyfriends have some quality cuddle time after a bad mission

TW: child death, fire, bombs, explosions, near death experiences

The steady tick of the kitchen clock was a constant noise in the back of your mind. Its smooth tick proved to be a double-edged sword though; it’s meticulous rhythm face you something to focus on, but every second that passed made you grow more anxious.

Eijiro had sent you a text message earlier saying that they were on their way back from their patrol, but the lack of kisses and silly emojis at the end of the message proved to you that it was a bad shift. Even Katsuki, who is usually diligent in letting you know when he would grace you again, didn’t drop a text. It was incredibly out of character for the both of them, so you knew you would appreciate what you did.

Your almost Olympian sized bath tub was filled to the brim with warm, soapy water with Katsuki’s favourite bath salts and Eijiro’s favourite muscle soak. Fresh towels were on the radiator heating up, and their favourite pyjamas were folded neatly on your bed.

You were pulled from your thoughts by the door opening. Your two muscular boyfriends were almost silent, eyes downcast and smiles all gone. Instead of hugging them right away, you gave them a second to remove their hero gear and trudge after you to the kitchen.

Katsuki was utterly solemn, and you knew that look. It was the look of failure, the exact same look at the battle of All Might and All for One all those years ago.

With a tentative grip, you gently caressed Katsuki’s arm to see if he would shake you off. Upon a slight flinch but no other reaction, you slid your way down to his hand and squeezed softly. He didn’t look up at you, but the gritted teeth and wet cheeks told you everything he needed to know.

You closed the gap, your arms wrapped around him in a one-sided hug as he trembled and sobbed into your shoulders. No effort to comfort him was made; he hated it when you told him that it would all be okay. He needed some time, and you were more than welcome to give him that.

Eijiro crept his way over and joined you, resting his head against yours and Katsuki’s shoulders. He also trembled in both of your grips. All three of you stood like that, soft touches, feather like kisses, the smell of smoke and sadness poisoning the air.

Eijiro was the first to stop trembling. With a grimy arm, he wiped his tears away and turned his focus back to you.

“I-it was so.. so awful, babe! There was so much smoke, and children, and villains, and I-“ he let out another sob and nestled himself back into your grip.

You held him tightly to ground him, both of your boys dampening your shirt. Katsuki stilled before letting out a breath.

“It was an attack in Kyoto prefecture, right in the middle of a giant shopping centre. There were so many villains, everywhere you looked, the bastards were lurkin’. A massive fuckin’ bomb was let off, like one of my Howitzer impacts. Kids were separated from their families,” he choked out, still not looking at anyone.

“We tried to get the fuckers, but they vanished outta the fuckin’ air. So we decided to evacuate everyone that we could find. There was so much fuckin’ fire, it was so freakin’ difficult to breath. But damnit, there was -“ Katsuki’s voice cracked. Eijiro rubbed his shoulder soothingly as he took over the story.

“We found a family who was missing a child. They were the last people to be evacuated, so we went back in to find the kid…

The kid.. oh my fucking god, the blood,” Eijiro whimpered.

“He was buried under rubble, hardly breathing at all. He somehow saw us and even though he was fucking dying, his face lit up when he saw us. He managed to find the strength to tell us we were our favourite heroes,” Eijiro sobbed bitterly.

“The little fucker, he knew he was dying. He told us- oh fucking god. He told us that we shouldn’t beat ourselves up over his death. Even though he was so tired, that it was the biggest honour of his life to have been saved by us,” Eijiro was gasping for air from his tears. Katsuki looked up.

“It never gets easier. Having to hand over the corpses of civilians we.. that I failed. I just… I never anticipated the next one to be so small,” he whimpered.

The tears were flowing from your eyes at the news. You hugged your boys even tighter, and that’s how you stayed. Swaying in the kitchen as you clung to each other for comfort.

You were the first to break the group. With a gentle hand, you cupped a cheek from each of your boyfriends before grabbing both hands and leading them to the bathroom.

Although there were still a few hiccups, both of your boyfriends looked as happy as they could have been. You squeezed each hand and looked at them.

“I’ll go and make you both something to eat. Please, just relax and try to enjoy the bath. I know it’s been a hard day, so take it easy,” you pleaded.

“…okay. We’ll try,” Katsuki mumbled. Eijiro nodded. You smiled at them before taking off to the kitchen.

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Katsuki was done first. He plodded down the stairs, his undercut looking freshly shaved. He smelled a load better, but the eye bags gave his mental state away. Still, you were pleased that he tried to freshen up a little.

Eijiro trotted down next, seemingly in a better mood. He gave a wan smile as he saw the plate of sandwiches on the table. Your boys never ate much after a bad mission like this, but you wanted them to eat something nutritious.

Katsuki and Eijiro each nibbled on a sandwich as they sat on the couch as you looked on with love. You were glad they tried eating, even if it was only to please you. After they were finished, you led them to the bedroom where the bed was freshly made. Both of your boyfriends crashed on the bed, seemingly not having the energy to crawl under the sheets. You tugged it from under them and rearranged them so they could both cuddle you comfortably.

It was so warm under the blanket that if it wasn’t for the awful mission they just had, they would have easily succumbed to sleep. However, they substituted sleep for burying their faces into the warmth’s of your neck. Soft trembles filled the room and shook the bed, as you stroked your hero’s’ hair and crooned softly until they fell dead asleep in your neck.

No matter how many times they would fall apart, you would be there to put them back together.

#bnha x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugou fluff #bakugou x reader fluff #bakugou #kirishima eijirou #kirishima x reader #kirishima x reader angst #kiribaku x reader angst #Bakugou x reader angst #bnha angst #bnha x reader angst

[curiositycryptid]

Total Drama Hcs (Part 2)

Heather - Instead of a regular gold tooth, the zingzings gave her a golden fang. Friends with Harold, he’s the first one who fully forgave her. LeShawna sent her a gift and she was actually genuinely excited, only to find out it was a skunk sent to spray her, fortunately it didn’t and since she was sad it wasn’t a proper gift as a sign of friendship, she kept the skunk and named him Stinky. Above average iq.

Sierra - Apologised to Cody, then didn’t see him for a while to give him time, she’s still working to repair things but doesn’t mind if he doesn’t want to see her again. Kept his hat, She had short hair (cause the explosion) which is naturally puffy and kind of frizzy. She has some burn scars and still needed to use crutches for a while. Dresses in bright colours. Above average iq.

Courtney - Good with mechanics, naturally has wavy hair. Writes books and is interested in humanitarian studies. Almost a genius, just smarter than Cody but not as smart as Harold. Likes sheep dogs.

Gwen - Naturally curly brown hair but straightens it, yellow eyes (because cool) has matching tamagotchis with Cody that can be used to talk with emojis. Has a small sunburn scar on her hand, into astronomy and astrology. Learnt the alien language from an alien movie (perhaps the one in action) and can talk to Duncan using it.

Full names: Heather Lee Kasuga, Sierra Shröder, Courtney Medoza Satella Animada, Gwenivére Blzyâck

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[soundslikediamonds]

Rescuer (part 1)

Summary: (I'm not very good at summaries but!)

This whole concept came to me after watching Butler's interview with Josh Horowitz. Just seeing him in his hoodie and with his scruff just in that cold apartment over zoom made me think of this whole concept, yet it's super long, so I'm writing it in parts. I also got inspired seeing all those pictures with fans on the set of Bikeriders.

This is a fic where while walking alone at night, reader is being followed, but fortunately before anything can happen Austin saves reader.

Word Count: 4291

Disclaimer: This is my first time using Tumblr and first story posted here. I hope everyone enjoys!

Warnings: uncomfortable topic of being followed late at night, family dysfunction...

Hope you enjoy! (y'all I am SO nervous to put this out there lol)

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You close the front door and seal it with the lock. It's pitch black outside, a swollen full moon out with distant clouds. The air you breathe is cold and fans out little fog clouds each time an exhale escapes your mouth. It's no later than 12:00 am and you just finished all that you were taking for the night.

You would be back in a few days, when you were sure your Dad would be out. He was away this night, working a long night shift and you knew that. That was the reason why you managed to sneak back into the house and take some more of your belongings without your dad knowing you were here. It was clear he didn't want you back, not after that explosive argument last week that the two of you had which left him kicking you out.

You had no problem with leaving. Actually, it was something that tempted your mind for quite some time now. Somewhere between dad's anger, and the two of you fighting all the time, it was so exhausting. He made you get out of the house and made it very clear that he didn't want to see you again. You grabbed some extra clothing and toiletries for the night and your backpack before you called your friend Ava asking if you could sleep over. She was obviously awake and wasn't one who would take much to persuade.

You didn't go into detail of why you needed to be over there. It was late and the last thing you wanted to do was tell her that you, a college student, was officially homeless, having no real thought-out plan of what you would do. You just kept it simple; you were at the campus library studying into the night and by the time you headed back, you realized you forgot your keys and no one was in the house.

'just need somewhere to sleep for the night and then i'll be out tomorrow morning. kinda crazy how this is my life rn ahahaha'

You had texted Ava those words, to which responded in laughing crying emojis.

'dww!! it's life. it happens. i'll make sure to give you some of my clothes'

Shoot. The clothes. Although you did have a set of pajamas for the night, it would probably make more sense that you would burrow Ava's clothes. After all, you were locked out of your house. Where would those clothes come from if otherwise?

You placed everything you gathered in your backpack and took the bus to get to the other side of town. On the bus there was practically no one and as you had the back seats to yourself, you took this time to really think about what this meant for you.

You didn't have a home. You had class in the morning, and then two more in the afternoon, but you didn't have a home.

If you wanted help (which you probably should have asked for), that would require you telling the whole story of what happened, which was something you didn't want to go through.

If you took time to really think about it, you would probably cry. It was a surprise that you haven't done it yet, but it was probably because you haven't had the time, in retrospect. It was only the sound of your dad's tone that rung your ears, telling you to "leave and never come back" that made you scurry to your room, take what you needed to take and leave without saying another word, or giving eye contact to your parents. Your body moved quickly than what your mind could even process and now that you were sitting still since this pressing hour of chaos, you allowed your eyes to close, resting your hand on the top of your head as a small sigh escapes your breath.

What would you do now?

You stayed in that position for only a little while before deciding on opening your phone and choosing to listen to the song you thought would suit the moment best. As you looked out with window, you allowed for the duration of the melody to give you a sort of comfort and you told yourself deep down inside that everything was going to be okay. You were going to be okay.

That was last week.

Now, as you start down the stairs throwing one more glance over your shoulder at your old house, you tread down the street. For these past few days you've just been keeping yourself in an small Inn. It's been okay, mostly you were out for the day and so the Inn only did its thing and helped you out at night with a bed to lay down on and rest. But tonight was your last night and you had no idea what you were going to do afterward.

You were sort of on this plan of just going to a 24/hour coffee shop and stay there "studying" for the night. You've looked it up and there are a couple of places in the area. So, you considered that at least for the night you'd stay at the coffee shop to think things through.

You aren't alone as you walk. You glance down at your phone and notice that you have 15 more minutes before you'd reach the bus stop. The sounds of footsteps are distant behind you and, just because, you look over your shoulder just a little bit, but a chill runs through your arms when seeing that it's a man wearing all black with a hood over his head. He looks right out you and you whip your head forward, feeling your chest heave in a mini-gasp.

Now, you tell yourself, there's no need to overreact.

That would usually help you, but it is late and dark, and no one else is out. Plus, he's walking pretty slow, and has no problem with walking and staying behind you. Curiosity now takes over you as you decide to lessen the pace of your walk just a tad, and suddenly you hear his footsteps slow its pace as well.

Frowning, you now pick up the pace, to which this man does the same. Your heart starts beating fast and you check your surroundings, realizing the neighborhood you're in is dark and the lights to the houses by the streets are all out, indicating that everyone is either asleep or away.

You take a breath and decide to cross the street, just going at it because there aren't any on-going cars, but once you reach the sidewalk, you look down at the silhouette that's casted from the orange streetlight and see a distant but present shadow still trailing behind you.

You are officially. Being. Followed.

You've heard of stuff happening like this, and it's absolutely horrible. No one should be able to feel their own life being threatened just by walking down the streets at night. You just never thought of it happening to you, yet right now, your chest rises and falls as your hands collect sweat.

You have to stay calm.

If you start running, chances are he'll take off after you. You need to lead him someplace where there's people, yet you don't know this area half as well, and it's hard to make up places in the dark.

Silently praying that nothing happens, you take a risk a turn a sharp corner to another block which at this intersection you would normally continue to walk straight, but your legs aren't in control of what's going on and move out of fear and in search for desperate help.

Your eyes luckily find a light and you realize that you're coming to a gas station. The lights are open, so you knew that there has to at least be someone in the corner store. If you just casually walk in, the man following you would have to leave.

You start to hear footsteps from behind you pick up and your heart starts pounding within your chest. For some strange reason, although you are ridiculously scared, you aren't running. You aren't screaming for help. You're managing to speed walk with your head held high although trying to focus on your breathing and steady yourself. It's crazy how you're not looking back, but only walking faster, keeping your eyes straight on the blaring lights.

The Gas Station is right across the street from you and- without even clicking any buttons at the intersection which you should- you walk down the street and go up the small hill, and as your eyes avert to the station, you notice a tall man in a Carhartt jacket over black jeans, walking out of the corner store. He's looking down at the receipt in his hands as he walks to the pump. You're relieved to see someone at least, and you know that you're just seconds away from safety. However, as you're walking, you're scared when you see now in the corner of your eye, the man who is following you, starts jogging in your direction.

Without thinking you start making a light jog, no longer to the corner store, but to the man who's right in front of you, who has no idea of what small chase scene is in front of him as he looks at his receipt. By the sound of nearing footsteps, the man in front of you looks up just in time for you to greet him loudly before wrapping your arms around his neck, holding on to his tall frame. The man stumbles backward, but you turn your head to whisper in his ear.

"The man behind me is following me, please help me," You whisper, and that's all it takes before you feel strong arms wrapped around your waist.

"Hey, babe, sorry, I was just about to text you. Didn't mean to make you walk over to me." He says, the low tone of his voice vibrates your forehead as your head rests against his chest.

You're squeezing him now, thankful that the security in his voice and the tightness in his hold makes you feel safe right here in the Gas Station parking lot, right where some creep has followed you to. You don't even know if he's still there, or walking closer, and you don't want to know. You're not lifting your head up from being buried in this man's chest.

"Hey, the funniest thing happened at work today, but I'll tell you all about it once we go home. And you get to pick the movie tonight, but I gotta tell ya, if it's those cartoons again, I might just cry." The man says, a small chuckle coming out. A breath escapes your lips, almost like relief in itself. You'd smile if you could, if you weren't so scared.

Now, as you're still in the hug, you can't really hear anything. It's quiet and you're not sure what's happening in the world where your face is not against the fabric of a fall jacket, where you're not heavily breathing with tears stinging your eyes. You'd like to hear what's going on, or maybe you don't, but you can't, because all you hear is the sound of your heart pounding through your ears.

Finally after what seems like the longest seconds of your life, you feel the pad of a thumb stroke slowly through your hair just barely, just enough that you can tell it's within intent. To soothe you. You begin to match your breathing, your chest rising and falling, to the thumb strokes against your hair. You suddenly feel a lift of the hand and arms start to loosen just by a little bit.

"He's gone." You hear this man whisper in your ear.

Those words suddenly break you and now all of the emotion from the following to the chase catch up to you as hot tears slide down your cheek.

The man in your arms now holds you tightly once more and starts swaying you in his embrace.

"I am so sorry. I truly am, I...I'm so sorry." He says, with a deep and genuine ache in his voice. You nod, even though he did nothing but save you from what could've been, and just the thoughts of how the night could've turned out entirely worse, sobs now bubble and pour out as you begin crying on his chest.

"Do you wanna sit in my car?" His voice asks, and you hear the decibel of his voice raise just a little bit higher as it coats with soft and gentleness. You realize he's asking you that way because he wants you to decide. He wants to make it clear that whatever it is, he's not the one telling you to do anything. Not after this horrible experience.

"Okay." You choke out, nodding once again, before you slowly pull yourself away from where you nestle in his chest. You blink back to reality and look around you, seeing that the creep indeed is gone and you're standing outside in the parking lot of the Gas Station, while this tall man, who looks just a few years older than you, stares at you with kindness and grace. This is the first time you actually look into the eyes of your angel of the night. He has golden hair, a hint of scruff on his chin and around his pink full lips, with piercing baby blue eyes that sparkle even in dim light.

You try to smile, though you're wiping your eyes at the same time, and you can't help but feel like you look rather like a mess.

"Thank you so much." You say above a whisper.

The man doesn't comment on what he did, instead takes your arm gently and leads you to his car, a black vehicle near the last pump nearest to the car wash. While one hand still rests on your arm, you watch as this man digs up his car keys from his jacket pocket and unlocks the doors. He opens the passenger seat for you, to which you whisper thanks before he closes the door and walks around his car, leaving you only a few seconds to truly absorb everything that just happened in what seems to be in slow motion and in a flash at the same time.

You sit in silence for a moment, leaning backward in your seat as you try to look back and see if the creepy man would just pop out from nowhere. You're subconsciously doing it. You don't even realize that's what you're doing, looking at the back window until his hand is planted on your arm, bringing you back into reality. You turn immediately, looking at your rescurer.

"You're safe here." He says.

You nod. You believe him, but you don't even realize your hands are shaking until he looks at them, and you notice his jaw clench. You hug yourself, trying to remove the attention from your shaking hands and you feel his hand touch your shoulder. You try another smile as you turn to look at him.

"Thank you. I don't know what more to say but... thank you so much." You say, feeling like there are not enough words to express the true gratitude your heart.

He nods before he looks down in his lap, letting out a big sigh. You shake your head in response, now using your hands to massage your forehead in small circles. The two of you are silent in the car, but the both of you are thinking of everything that went down.

"My mind wants to think about how...he could've done anything to me. I've just been saved, and that's what I'm shook up about- the fact that it could have happened." You say, wondering what's even wrong with you.

Sure, you almost had something terrible happen to you. But someone came to your rescue just before it did. And instead of focusing on that and being grateful, you're still thinking of what it was that could've happened. Is that normal?

"I would be more concerned if you weren't thinking about the "what ifs". That's completely and totally valid." The man sitting beside you says. He then takes another breath.

"But I'm so glad nothing happened. And I'm proud of you for doing what you did. You know, you saw someone and immediately went to them when you felt in danger." He expresses.

You're sort of blocking that amount of praise that's trying to enter in, just because you don't believe you did anything out of braveness but out of fear. You were trembling in this man's arms, for crying out loud. He could have someone, or maybe he didn't want to get involved, or anything of that matter. But, you were grateful nonetheless.

"Thank you for going along." You say in a small voice. And he really was amazing. There was something about what he said, there was no hint of never knowing you before this. It was like you both were together. It was like you were truly going home with him. It was like you were going to pick the movie. With no hesitance he was able to get into this character and save you just by how he held you.

He shakes his head now, folding his arms as he looks ahead. "I was, uh...I was supposed to go to the other gas station, a few miles away from this one. There was too much traffic, and I decided to go here, even though I was complaining because the prices here are more expensive. But I realize that there was a reason why I was here."

He turns and looks at you, an actual scared look on his face. "If we were just seconds from each other, who knows what could've happened?"

You close your eyes. Your mind is going there, but you don't want it to. You don't want to go there. Based on the fact that you're not answering, the man breaths out a sigh.

"What happens now? Is there somewhere I can take you? Are you going home?" He then asks.

Your eyes then flicker open. How are you going to explain this?

Somehow in the midst of everything going on, you haven't thought of the fact that there was no place to stay. That your friends' places couldn't be used, or that your time at the local Inn was up. You couldn't think of anything when that creep was after you, but now that it's all over, you have to face the reality of the scary revelation.

"I, uh..." Your eyes flicker down, and you look at your shoelaces. You then look over at him. You're about to tell him, but your throat gets caught and you bring a hand to your head and close your eyes, slowly rubbing your forehead in small circles.

"You can just take me to the coffee shop. The one on Berden." You reply, your voice small.

He blinks at you, before giving a little nod, and you watch as his fingers mindlessly strokes the bit of scruff his has on his chin.

"Oh. Sure, yeah, we can stop for coffee if that's what you'd like. And then after that where will I take you?" He asks.

"Well..." You let out a breath. "I'm going to be staying there. I have, um...I have a lot of studying I need to do. That's where I was going, anyway. To the café...before...y'know, everything happened. Before I met you. I was on my way to the coffee shop." You ramble on.

You mentally kick yourself. Why do you have to sound so awkward when you're lying? I mean, sure you actually do need to study, but you're not really planning on it.

The man's eyebrows furrow as he turns and looks at you. You can tell just by the look in his eye that he's confused, and that he doesn't believe you.

"You can't study now. Not after everything. You need to rest somewhere." He argues.

You shrug, not meeting his eyes. "I'll be okay."

"I won't be able to sleep knowing that I had a chance of taking you home and refusing it. It's no problem driving you, really. Even if you live an hour away." The man says.

"It's okay, really." You try and persuade.

"It's just..." You watch as the man sighs, drawing his fingers to the scruff of his chin. He scoffs. "I don't know, it's so dangerous here."

He looks over at you in seriousness. "Is there no where I can drop you off?"

You nod. "Yes, the café on Ber-"

"No, no." You watch as the man shakes his head. He lets out a sigh and closes his eyes. When he finally looks at you, you swallow the guilt of not being able to tell him the whole truth. In this stranger's eyes there's a look of wanting to keep you secure.

"I have this feeling...you don't want to be home right now." He guesses, his voice a whisper.

That causes you to look down at your shoes. You feel his eyes on you and you know you're done. With that instant motion of not being able to look him in the eye, you're sure he can tell that his assumption is right.

When you finally look at him, you shoot a small smile. "You know...I can take the bus or something. You've done so much for me already, and I thank you. But, you probably have family waiting for you at home, or someplace to be." You say.

There's a silence as the man leans back, his back touching the seat. He slowly smiles, looking down at his hands.

"I uh...I live by myself in a lowly apartment, so...it really is no problem to-"

Suddenly, the man stops talking and then turns to look at you. He looks at you with a puzzled look on his face and you're wondering just what it is that he's thinking.

"I could propose something, but it might be strange." He starts, his fingers going back to resting on his chin.

He tends to do that a lot more than he's conscious of, you think to yourself.

You look at the hesitance on his face and blink. "What is it?"

"Well," He sits up straighter in his seat. "What if you just crashed at my place for the night?" He asks.

You blink. "What?"

He shoots a gentle smile. "Yeah, I mean...it's late, and it's obvious you don't want to go home. My apartment's close, and..." He holds you arm gently.

"I'd be completely out of your hair, there's a room that's completely secluded, you wouldn't see me at all, and there's office space if you dare wish to study...even though, I personally feel like with everything that's happened, going to sleep would be the best option, um...but I...I could make you some tea, uh...and I have these scented candles that I find always helps me, just feel better after a long tiring day...of course, I've never been through what you've just gone through, I mean that's absolutely terrifying, but-"

You then touch his arm. The poor man is rambling without even taking a breath. And he looks so apologetic, almost like it was his fault.

"What's your name?" You ask, changing the subject completely.

It takes him aback, for sure, and you find yourself start to smile. He blinks, chucking a little bit.

"I guess we haven't really formally introduced each other. I'm Austin." He says, extending his hand out.

You look at his eyes. Austin. It wouldn't be the first name you would guess, it's sort of unexpected, but looking at his face, you don't know if there's any other name you would give. It's charming, which is one of the words you would use to describe him.

You smile, reaching over and shaking Austin's hand as you say your own name. He gives a friendly smile laughs.

"Nice to meet you." He says shyly, which causes you both to laugh awkwardly.

"Nice to meet you, Austin." You smile. Then Austin looks at you with a serious look.

"Hey, um...I really am offering for you to stay at my apartment. Just for the night if that's easiest, and then," He shrugs. "And then, whatever you want to happen next, I'll allow." He says.

You nod. You know his intentions are good. You know, and it doesn't take much to know- that he is a good man. You almost experienced what wasn't a good man, and it scared you. It scares you to think that somewhere that man, and other people like him are out and about, roaming innocent streets to do sinful deeds for humans that don't deserve anything like that.

A chill runs down your spine as you think back to what could've been. Right now, however, there is nowhere else you can go. You'll admit you're in a very vulnerable state. You're mind isn't the best that it can be. You're still shook up. You're scared, and you know deep down that if you are anywhere away from Austin this time of night, you'd be even more afraid.

So with that, you look at Austin, who's been looking at you this whole time. You take a deep breath and then nod.

"Okay. I can go to your place for tonight. Thank you." You say in a small voice.

Austin nods, giving your arm another reassuring touch before he starts the car. And without another word he's set and soon you both are off, driving into the empty streets of night.

#austin butler x you #austin butler fanfic #austin butler x reader #austin butler imagine #austin butler #austin butler x y/n

[dolliecworpse]

💥 ⋆˙⟡♡ GENDERDESTROY 〰️

╰┈┈➤ GENDERDESTROY: a gender system in which your gender is related to liking __ so much that you want to destroy it with your mind. you just want to bite it, maim it, tear it, and rip it because it means so much to you. this gender system is likely not meant literally, but it’s up to the users of the individual genders under the system to decide.

╰┈┈➤ this gender system was made with media and characters in mind, but it can be applied to anything.

💥 ・❥・term, flags, and gender system by the lady in red ｡｡｡ requested by no one ｡｡｡ lightly inspired by @revenant-coining ‘s -normalic genders ｡｡｡ tagging @accessmogai for a flag id !

💥 ・❥・the flag above is a template ｡｡｡ the emojis on the flag were found on openmoji ｡｡｡please tag @bloodygendersystems in any coining posts ｡｡｡ planning to coin bsddestroy, dazaidestroy, chuuyadestroy, sigmadestroy, tecchoudestroy, akutagawadestroy, ranpodestroy, cowboybebopdestroy, spikedestroy, eddestroy, and eindestroy (might take a few days or weeks) ｡｡｡ all i ask is that you don’t coin these unless i later state that i’m overwhelmed and that you can !

💥 ・❥・template with explosion and heart ｡｡｡ template without explosion and heart !

pt: genderdestroy

genderdestroy: a gender system in which your gender is related to liking __ so much that you want to destroy it with your mind. you just want to bite it, maim it, tear it, and rip it because it means so much to you. this gender system is likely not meant literally, but it’s up to the users of the individual genders under the system to decide.

this gender system was made with media and characters in mind, but it can be applied to anything.

term, flags, and gender system by the lady in red…requested by no one…lightly inspired by revenant-coining ‘s -normalic genders…tagging accessmogai for a flag id!

the flag above is a template…the emojis on the flag were found on openmoji…please tag bloodygendersystems in any coining posts…planning to coin bsddestroy, dazaidestroy, chuuyadestroy, sigmadestroy, tecchoudestroy, akutagawadestroy, ranpodestroy, cowboybebopdestroy, spikedestroy, eddestroy, and eindestroy (might take a few days or weeks)…all i ask is that you don’t coin these unless i later state that i’m overwhelmed and that you can!

template with explosion and heart…template without explosion and heart! /end pt.

#— ˗ˋ ୨ self indulgent coins ୧ ˊ˗ — #tw violence #cw violence #mogai #mogai coining #mogai community #mogai safe #mogai friendly #mogai flag #mogai positivity #mogai gender #mogai identity #mogai label #mogai pride #xenogender #xenogenders #coined by me #genderdestroy

[ratsoks]

If it's no problem, could you do a Villain Deku x reader where reader has Depression and anxiety and gets triggered by loud noises that sound argumentative or like said person is disappointed in them? And they overthink things & think they are a disappointment and they aren't enough and can't do anything right, all that good stuff. They also struggle with remembering to drink water and sometimes skip a meal. The loud noises could just be people yelling at each other or at them. If you could do something like that and it be a fluff that'd be amazing <3

Oh, and of the things that help calm them down is listening to music and they have a very slight shake in there hand and they also appogize A LOT. They also have very shitty memory so, sometimes they forget things and scold themselves for doing so.

Srry if this is all confusing or unspecific. I was just jotting ideas for this down 😅 I hope this made sense and it would be amazing if you could do it, no pressure and you don't have to if you don't want too-

a/n — SORRY IVE DISAPPEARED FOR MONTHS uhh has it been a year........ blinks BHWAHGAH burnout is crrazzyzyy BUT IM ON SUMMER BREAK NOW so hopefully ill be able to write more thumbs up emoji anyways TY FOR REQUESTING ANON!!!!!! i love details pls don't apologize for specifying what u want :) gender — neutral (no pronouns mentioned) warnings — depression, anxiety, mentions of breakdowns, mentions of medications, mentions of forgetting to eat, mentions of yelling

bro THIS MAN growls barks howls at the moon

he's fucking WHIPPED

he would do anything for you anyways, but????? you crying??????? he just???????? combusts?????

whether you cry a lot or you don't, midoriya is always there to wipe your tears away with gentle gloved hands. a warm drink of your preference would be pressed into your palms, and the man would never pressure you to tell him what was on your mind unless you wanted to SNIFFLES

he himself has never liked loud noises—the loud explosions coming from bakugou's hands has always unnerved him ever since he was four—but it never got to the point where he was triggered by it

in some way, when he first encounters you getting triggered, he feels mildly prepared on what to do, but at the same time, comfort differs for everyone.

he knew what he liked when he got upset, but the same couldn't be said for you

he didn't want to trigger you any further

tldr MY MAN WAS NERVOUS HBWAHAH

if you're not touch-averse during times of distress, he would take your hand in his and gingerly stroke the back of your hand with his gloved thumb

if you don't like touch, he'll hang back and talk to you softly, whispering encouraging words and maybe even humming a gentle song in order to calm you down

when it comes to self-deprecating thoughts, izuku is always there to help you

constant reassurances are made, and izuku vehemently stamps out any sort of thought that nobody likes you

while he doesn't want anyone to like you except for him, he can make some exceptions for his precious angel

depression often makes it hard for you to be able to do anything, such as brushing your teeth, drinking water, or even getting out of bed

izuku is able to coax your sheet-encased form out from the bed and into a warm bath with him, lighting some candles and pouring some bubbles in the water

depression also fucks up your sleep schedule; you either sleep way too much or not at all, but no matter what, izuku makes sure that you don't mess it up too bad

he wakes you up when you've slept for at least seven hours (will occasionally let you sleep for more but too much is bad for u) and will sing/soothe you to sleep when you can't

you feel terrible for keeping him up at night bc like!!!! ur such a nuisance!!!!!! dawg what why would you stay up w me im such a bad person!!!!!!!!!

and he's like >:(((( babe >:(((((( tf do u mean ur a bad person >:((( honey UR GORGEOUS and then he will proceed to pepper u with kisses all over ur face bc he's a great boyfriend :)

he will rob every single bank in japan just to get u a decent pair of headphones and i will stand by this fact until the day that i expire

since listening to music calms you down, headphones are a must in his eyes!!! even if you don't use them a lot, or even at all, deku always likes to be prepared :))) it never hurt anyone :))))))

if meds are prescribed to you, izuku will make sure you take them whenever needed

all in all he's like the best boyfriend ever mwa

he may be a villain but he's not evil!!!!!!! god!!!!!!!! get with the times broski

#shoutout to all of the requests on quotev and tumblr that are rotting in my inbox <3 #yandere villain deku #x reader #reader insert #gender neutral reader #gender neutral #villain deku x reader #villain deku #villain midoriya #bnha #boku no hero #boku no hero academia #mha #my hero academia #fanfiction #jamie's posts

[fixfoxnox]

Death of Peace Of Mind (Streamer/Camboy AU)

Pairings: Ghost/Soap, Implied Ghost/Roach/Soap, Implied Roach/Jackson

Warnings: Smut

Description: Roach gets a new mysterious donator on his streams

Word Count: 7.8k

Actual usernames used: @missiridescent and @probablylikesixducks

He tosses a flash into the room, waiting only a few seconds before rushing in after it. He doesn’t even have to think as his hands move, this is all muscle memory for him. His gun goes up, he shoots the disoriented enemy in the corner, making quick work of him with no shots on himself. Another door opens and one of the man’s teammates pops out. 

It’s a tough battle for several moments, bullets spraying between them. A few catch on to Roach but, in the end, he’s the better shot. His enemy goes down first and it only takes two more shots to kill him for good. Roach had checked the house beforehand, he knew that there was one other person on the bottom floor. One other person standing between him and the end of this. 

He tends to his wounds, taking ammo off the other two men’s bodies before creeping to the door. He moves slowly and carefully, and finally, he pauses at the top of the stairs. He can’t see the two men’s remaining ally, he knows he’s going to have to make a risky move to finish this. He tosses another flash first, hoping the man below him was stunned by the sudden bang and light. His grenade goes next, cooked in his hand for several moments before he finally tosses it down. It explodes within a few seconds of leaving his hands. He jumps down after the explosion, flinging himself down the stairs in a quick sprint followed by a slide.

It only takes him a second to locate the other man. Still disoriented from the flash and weak from the small explosion, it only takes a few shots to get him to the ground and another few shots to finally kill him. He pauses, a grin pulling across his face as cheering erupts in his ear. The screen flashes with news of his team’s victory. 

“Fuckin’ hell Roach that was incredible,” Jackson calls out to him over his headset, “Carrying my ass through this game.”

Roach snorted, leaning back into his gaming chair as the ending animation of their characters loading onto a plane played through, “That’s because you don’t pay attention. If you’d stop running your mouth for two seconds you wouldn’t get run up on.”

“Your viewers come to listen to me run my mouth,” his friend shot back with a tease. Roach rolled his eyes at the man, but a grin still pulled at his mouth. He turned his attention to his second monitor, his eyes scanning across the quickly scrolling words from his chat. Most of the comments were either victory emojis or just a simple “W” typed in to chat. There were a couple of longer ones, but none that particularly struck him. 

Another donation came in, “Thank you Allysourous16 for the 15! I really appreciate it!” He fixed his webcam with a bright grin. “What do you guys think? Do you guys just come here for Jackson?” He wasn’t surprised in the slightest when chat began running quickly across, many people typing out a simple “yes” or “YES” or “Jackson is actually my boyfriend” into his stream. He chuckled at a few of the responses, particularly the thirsty ones that were begging him to ask Jackson to say something with the accent he usually suppressed. 

“They love me, don’t they?” Jackson was smug, a clearly teasing tone to his voice, “I’m gonna steal your stream dude, we’ll call it the Jackson takeover.” 

Roach snorted, “I don’t think they’ll go for that, most of them are talking about how lame you are.” He turned his attention back to his game with a smile on his face. He was quickly clicking through his weapons, checking and tweaking his loadouts based on the last game that they’d played. 

“Stop projecting onto me now, Roach,” Jackson scolded him playfully, “Doing regular duos again?”

Roach hummed, “Unless you wanted to switch to DMZ or something,” he commented, “Or I guess we could go play just regular TDM.” He could practically hear Jackson’s disgusted huff and he couldn’t help but snicker. 

“You know I fucking hate TDM.”

“I do,” Roach glanced back over to his chat, “And I’ll never understand why.” His eyes scrolled the various questions that flashed across the screen and caught on to one in particular. He gave a hum, “When is your next spicy stream?” He gave a chuckle, bringing one of his feet up in his chair so that he could tuck his knee to his chest. “Tomorrow night,” he grinned at the camera, “Regular streams are Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. Spicy streams are Tuesdays and Saturdays. Videos drop on Thursdays and Sundays for both the channel and the website.” 

“He’s got it all scheduled out,” Jackson commented, “Follows that shit like it’s a religion.”

“It’s important to be on time,” he defended himself. He clicked back over on the game, loading their little party of two into another match, “You’re late all the time, so I wouldn’t expect you to understand.”

“Yeah, yeah, see if I revive you this next match,” he threatened playfully, “I’ll ruin your stats man, don’t test me.” 

“To revive me,” Roach started dryly, “You would have to live longer than two seconds.”

“Fuck you.” 

“So me, you, and Logan tomorrow?” Roach nudged the door to his small home closed with his foot. He had his phone pressed between his face and his shoulder as he carried numerous bags on his arms, trying not to drop anything as he stumbled to his kitchen. 

“Yeah,” Jackson responded, “I checked with James and Frost but they’re both being lame.”

“By being lame,” Roach dumped the bags on his counter, “You mean having lives and jobs outside of streaming?”

“Hey,” Jackson shot back, “I have a job outside of streaming and I still play.”

“That’s because your job is connected to my job asshole,” Roach rolled his eyes leaning against his countertop with a grin, “Not everyone can get their best friend to hire them as their manager.”

“Ah, ah, ah,” Jackson chided, “My official job title is manager and professional best friend. Thank you very much.” Roach gave a snort, fondness flowing through his chest. Despite all his teasing, Roach was ever grateful for Jackson’s help. The man was far more knowledgeable about the ins and outs of setting up a channel, managing it, and managing the money from it than Roach was. He’d been nothing but a blessing for Roach when he’d initially started streaming and, when he’d started making his other content as well, Jackson hadn’t even blinked, simply helping him set everything up. It had been natural for Roach to hire his friend. He made enough money for it, so why not? “You prepped for your stream tonight?”

Roach gave a hum, glancing over at the various bags sitting on his counter. “Yup,” he popped the p in the word, “Actually just got back in from the store. Stocked back up on lube and all that good stuff.”

“Did the lady at the checkout look at you like you were insane again?” Jackson snickered over the phone, “Can’t imagine most people buy six bottles at a time.”

Roach felt himself flush. The lady at the store had looked at him like he was crazy. He’d only managed to get through the interaction by directing his attention elsewhere in the store, trying to avoid her gaze as his face burned red. It was the oddest thing in the world: on camera, Roach could be shameless but the second the camera wasn’t there and he was melting into the ground. “Shut up,” he muttered into the phone, “You know I go through it like crazy.”

“We should see if they sell gallons of the stuff,” Jackson teased, “That’s about a week's worth for you.”

“I hate you,” Roach groaned, burying his face into his arms, “Best friends are supposed to be nice.”

“No we aren’t,” Jackson chimed, “I’ll stop embarrassing you though, I can practically see how red you are right now.”

“You’re the worst,” Roach gave a huff. “Thanks for planning tomorrow, twitter’s been going wild about the line-up. Apparently, someone started a rumor that Allen was back for the week and would be playing with us.”

Jackson snorted, “Please, Allen’s too busy running around with his creepy Russian boyfriend, we probably won’t even get another text from him for a month or so.” 

“And it will be a response to a three-month-old meme,” Roach couldn’t help but laugh at the thought. He loved his friend, but the man was far too predictable and far too busy, his stream loved it when Allen showed up, he was like a fan-favorite special guest for the stream just because of how rarely he was there. 

Jackson gave a similar laugh in his ear. “Alright, well, do you need anything else from me for the day?”

Roach started digging through his bags on the counter, pulling out the cold items of his groceries that would need to go back up, “Not that I can think of. You gonna watch the stream tonight?”

“Was planning on it.”

“Cool, cool. Talk to you tomorrow then.” With that all handled, Roach finally set his phone down and started unloading everything he’d bought for himself, his body humming with energy as he moved around. He always got like this the day before a stream, he never wanted to sit still. He was a stickler for a schedule, but on certain days he wanted more than anything to just start his stream early and work off some of the energy that had built up under his skin. 

He had to be patient though, and being patient meant finding something to help him pass his time. That was how he ended up where he usually found himself: curled up on his couch with his tablet in his lap, paying a visit to his favorite YouTube channel to check for any new updates. 

Roach never considered himself someone who would enjoy watching a vlogging channel, much less a couple's vlogging channel. Apparently, all it took to get him watching was for both of the people who were over the channel to be ridiculously attractive. 

YourFavoriteBoyfriends were the current favorite couples channel of YouTube and, after watching the couple’s first video, he could understand why. The two men were as if a dog and cat took human form and fell in love. Their sun and moon dynamic was the constant talk in the comments of their videos. 

There was Soap, a bubbly Scottish man who’d proudly proclaimed that he’d forced his boyfriend, Ghost, to do the channel with him. During the videos, he’d constantly be giving big smiles and laughs for the camera, always high energy with one joke or another to crack. While usually, Roach would find people like that to be forcing their energy, he’d been surprised to watch Soap and come to the conclusion that the man was fairly genuine with his high energy. That was just his personality and it drew Roach, and several other viewers, in. He was an attractive man as well. Both he and his boyfriend were quite muscular, and Soap didn’t shy away from showing that off during their videos. Whether it be a check-in while the two were at the gym or a shirtless morning intro to the video. Roach wasn’t going to complain, he enjoyed the sight just as much as the men seemed to enjoy showing off. 

Then there was Soap’s boyfriend, Ghost. A bit of a mystery in the community thanks to the ever-present masks that he wore. Apparently, it was the only way that Soap could get him to agree to be on camera. If it wasn’t a skull-painted balaclava then it was a face mask and dark sunglasses. The community had never seen his face and, like many other faceless YouTubers, he’d built up a rather large community of thirsters thanks to his extremely attractive deep voice and occasional random hand pics that he would post to Twitter. He also, as Roach had learned recently, was a gamer with a stream of his own. He, Soap, and one of their friends who was a frequent guest on their channel, Gaz would typically stream together. Roach had been frequenting those streams when he could on his private account and he’d, rather embarrassingly, donated numerous times just to get up to that “hand cam” goal that Ghost had. 

As he usually did on days like this, he checked their YouTube channel first. Nothing had been recently posted and he’d already watched their latest video “Swapping Gym Routines” about six times since it had come out only three days prior. The video was definitely a thirst fest for their fans, something that both Soap and Ghost seemed to know based on their jokes throughout the video. Roach was more than a little embarrassed to note that the video had certainly been on his mind during his stream later that night. He’d been more than thankful that he hadn’t accidentally let the fantasies going through his mind slip out of his mouth during the stream. 

He clicked away from their channel and checked their friend’s next. Gaz didn’t post often, but when he did it was usually either his own vlog, a rather entertaining gaming video, or a random prank that he’d pulled on Soap and Ghost. Roach was disappointed to see that he hadn’t posted anything either. His next stop was Twitch and, as soon as he loaded in, he let out an excited yelp, quickly clicking on the stream on his front page. Luckily his tablet was already on his private account, so he didn’t have to worry about trying to hurriedly switch over just to watch Ghost’s stream. 

He was pleased to see, as the stream finally caught up, that it wasn’t just Ghost, but also Soap sitting next to him at the desk, leaning his head on his shoulder to presumably just watch as Ghost played a match of Warzone. Soap was the one talking when the audio finally started coming through, “Ghost has me on today solely so that I can’t sneak off and donate the rest of the money for the hand cam.” 

Ghost snorted, his entire focus clearly on the game as his character quickly moved around the screen, gathering loot. “The point is that it's harder for them to reach the goal today,” he rumbled out, his voice sending shivers down Roach’s spine. “But if they reach the goal, they get the hand cam for the rest of stream.”

Roach’s eyes widened and he looked immediately to the little goal meter in the corner of the stream. If they reached five thousand dollars then Ghost would turn on his hand cam for the rest of the stream. He checked the time on the stream and noted with a bit of a pout that apparently the man had been streaming for an hour. Still, despite how long they’d been going, it was still the middle of a day on a Tuesday for many of their viewers, meaning that there weren’t that many people there and weren’t that many people donating, something he assumed Ghost knew very well. The goal bar was only a little past halfway at a total amount donated of $2,700. 

Roach squinted at the little bar for a moment his hand twitching at his side. Well, tonight was one of his streams…

He jumped off the couch quickly, scrambling to his room to grab his wallet before scrambling back into the room, his hands moving quickly as he clicked around on his screen to move over to the donation page. He typed everything in as quickly as possible before hitting send, a grin crossing his face as he tabbed back over to the stream, just waiting for his donation to go through. 

It was a few minutes until the donation was finally processed, he knew very well how often it could take for larger donations to finally go through. It was between games when the sound for the donation went off, Ghost and Soap both looked to the corner at the same time and Roach couldn’t help the giggle that pulled from him when he saw both of their faces. 

LoveBug has donated $2,300: Anything for the hand cam!

“LoveBug I’m literally in love with you!” Soap jumped up from his seat excitedly, laughing like a maniac as he paced around behind Ghost who, even with the mask on, looked absolutely shell-shocked. Chat was a quick-moving mess with numerous people typing out their excitement and words along the lines of “LoveBug being iconic as usual” “I knew our lord and savior LoveBug would come through” “Common LoveBug W” and several other more excitable and thirsty comments. 

“I’m going to have to ban you from donating or something,” Ghost grumbled, clicking a few things on his keyboard. Within moments a small screen had popped up just below the face cam that he had, this one aimed at his hands as they moved the mouse and clicked various things on the keyboard. “I really thought that the larger donation would keep you from coming in to finish it off LoveBug. Thank you for the donation, but also I can’t believe you right now.” 

Roach kicked his legs out excitedly, trying not to giggle like a madman as he collapsed backward to lay across his couch, grinning up at the screen in front of him like a lovesick teenager. The fact that he’d donated so much for the hand cam so many times that both Ghost and Soap recognized him should have embarrassed him, instead, he just found himself flushing red as that buzz under his skin grew more prevalent. 

After another moment Soap returned to his seat next to Ghost on the stream, a big grin on his face. He turned to the camera and called, “LoveBug, I’m in love with you. If we ever meet I’m kissing you.” Roach didn’t think he should be responsible for the loud squeal he’d let out after he heard those words. 

Roach smoothed out the sheets over the bed for what had to be the fifth time in only a few minutes. He’d made the unfortunate mistake of getting up to get ready for his stream too early and now, here he was, with another ten minutes to go and nothing to do to pass his time. He decided to do yet another check over of his mental list. 

His camera was all set up already, and the TV on his back wall displayed his stream so that he could read chat easily while things were going on. It had been a recommendation from Jackson after one of the streams he’d joined. Looking at a computer screen could be difficult while everything was happening, but if it was on a large TV monitor, he’d be able to see donations, chat, and make sure his camera was still working properly all at once. He checked the angle on the camera, noting with satisfaction that, as usual, it was perfectly showing the upper half of the bed he was on. 

He looked over the sheets next, making sure that the waterproof blankets he had were laid out properly. Those had been his own idea. While he didn’t sleep in his streaming room, he still had to clean up between sessions and the blankets made it so that he would only have to wash one sheet as opposed to several. He ran his hand over the blanket, giving a small sigh of satisfaction at the feel of the material on his skin. 

He had a bottle of lube for the stream propped up by the pillows for easy access and a bottle of water and a towel on a little stand-off camera for him after the more active part of the stream. He’d hesitantly pulled out one of the various toys that he owned as well, though he doubted that he would actually use it. It was there just in case chat wanted it, though, knowing his viewers, he seriously doubted they would. They tended to vote for just his hands unless he had something particularly fun to offer. 

He looked over himself next, giving himself a quick check over in the mirror. He’d already stripped himself of both his pants and underwear, it was just easier that way, and while he might usually choose to put on one of the various outfits he had for stream, he’d instead opted for one of the oversized shirts he owned. They did wonders for covering him just enough until he was ready for them to come off. This one in particular was from one of his merch drops and he was a sucker for the color of it. 

He checked his phone again and gave another deep sigh. Still eight minutes until his stream would actually start. He gave a deep huff, but went ahead and settled himself on the bed against the pillows. He pulled out his phone and shot a quick text to Jackson, jokingly asking if he could start stream early. Jackson had only responded with a simple “do it, no balls.” Roach had jokingly responded that the man was about to see them, so he knew that wasn’t true. 

He checked Twitter next, scrolling through various mentions and occasionally retweeting things, mostly fanart, that he was tagged in. Though he was still anxiously awaiting the time for his stream to start, he was able to at least somewhat distract himself until, finally, it was time for him to start. The buzzing under his skin grew, pulling a flush over his entire body. 

He tossed his phone onto his nightstand and moved himself to sit up nicely against his pillows, his legs tucked underneath him so that the bottom of his shirt fully hid everything. He gave himself one last look over before leaning over to where his computer was set up and quickly hitting the button for his beginning animation to run through before starting his camera. He watched his tv monitor as the animation began to run through, his chat already running past at an ever-quickening pace. By the time his camera finally turned on and he was finally live, he had a grin on his face. 

His chat during these streams certainly wasn’t as big as his regular chat, after all, there was no way he was going to have as many people paying to watch a stream of him fucking himself, but his viewers here made up for it with their excitement and constant flow of compliments. It hadn’t been until after his first stream that he fully realized that he might have a thing for praise. Jackson had helped him realize that he also probably had a thing for degradation as well. 

“Hey guys!” he started quickly, his voice chirpy as he smiled at the camera, “Man you guys have no idea how much I’ve been waiting for this stream.” He chuckled, his eyes scanning over the various greetings and responses he was getting in chat. His eyes caught sight of Jackson adding quick moderation messages or taking negative messages out before he could even have a chance to read the first word. His friend was unbelievably quick. “Okay so,” he leaned forward with a grin, “I have something laid out but,” he let one of his hands grip the edge of his shirt, pulling it up just slightly as he pretended to be a bit nervous. As he expected, his chat started going crazy.

He bit his lip and looked away from the camera, feeling himself flush red. He tucked his hands between his knees before speaking, “Well, I was thinking I might just use my hands today.” He squirmed in his place, feeling himself go hot all over as his chat responded excitedly, donations calling for him to use his hands and making requests of what exactly they wanted him to do with his hands rolling through. “But I don’t want to disappoint you guys,” he let a little bit of his accent shine through, knowing how often the slight Southern twang to his voice drove chat wild. Something about “innocent southern twinks.” Though he definitely didn’t consider himself to be a twink, if that was what chat wanted to call him then he would let them. 

He gave the camera a quick bat of his lashes as his hands began to run up and down his thighs, slowly exposing more and more of his skin as the fabric pressed up. “What do you guys want?” As expected, his chat responded enthusiastically in favor of him using his hands and his hands only for the stream. At their agreement, he gave the camera a beaming smile, “You guys are so good to me!” He gave a tall stretch, feeling his shirt ride up just enough for him to flash the camera, as he expected, chat was calling him a tease within only a few seconds of the action. 

“What?” he tilted his head at the camera, “What did I do? I was just stretching so I’d be ready for you guys.” With that, he began sliding a hand up his thigh, carefully avoiding his dick, before sliding the hand slowly up his chest to begin playing with one of his nipples. He gave a short sigh, tilting his head back while biting at his bottom lip. It was all a part of the show, but one that he took pleasure in. Though he couldn’t see his chat, the sound of donations increasing told him that they were quite happy with the move he’d made. Like this, he was still providing a bit of a tease with the shirt covering what his hand was doing, but his chat could see his hardening cock clearly. 

After several moments he brought his head forward again, his low eyes scanning over his chat as he brought his other hand under his shirt to begin playing with his other nipple. He waited patiently, giving only slightly dramatized gasps as he touched himself. He knew if he waited long enough, if he teased long enough, someone in his chat would break. Sure enough and moments later someone had donated the $100 dollars for a request that he take the shirt off. He gave the camera a quick pout, but didn’t make them wait any longer before he slowly stripped the shirt off, leaving him naked. 

He kept one of his hands flicking at his nipples, but he slowly lowered the other to press against his cock, pulling a low moan from his lips. He pulled his hand back with a quick look up at the camera before taking in a desperate breath and asking, “Can I touch myself?” He bit his lip as he flicked at his nipple again, letting his eyes close just briefly before adding in a whine, “Please?”

He held for several moments, keeping his face pleading as he gasped shamelessly for the camera with every tweak of his nipple. His chat was responding overwhelmingly positively, several donations rolling through begging for him to finally start touching himself properly. He was just as eager as his chat so, though he certainly could have drawn it out longer, he was quick to collapse back against his pile of pillows, propping himself up into a sitting position against them as he called out, “You guys are so sweet to me, so sweet.” 

He grabbed the bottle of lube from the pillow next to him, quickly opening it and pouring just a bit too much into his hand for simply touching himself. He knew how wild it drove stream when he had the slick substance practically dripping from him. He was quick to hold his hand out above his cock, tilting it to the side and letting some of the substance fall down onto his length. He gave a startled groan when the still-cold substance hit his heated arousal. His hips gave a brief jerk, but he was quick to follow the substance up with a hand wrapped around himself firmly. 

He tossed his head back with a whine before once again directing his attention to the camera in front of him and his chat continuously scrolling by. Slowly he started to stroke himself, tightening his grip on his cock every time he neared the base before loosening it as he reached the top. He kept his pace slow and steady, breathless moans and whines pulled from his throat at every second. Occasionally he would run his thumb over the tip of his cock, fingering his slit in a move that would have his hips jerking up and his legs shaking. 

He could feel pleasure pooling in his gut, the praise from his chat only added to the sensation of his hand slowly working him to his finish. He spread his legs out further, giving the camera a good look at him as he moaned and gasped obscenely at the sensations of his hand against his cock. Eventually, he brought his hand away from his nipples and down to his cock as well. He gave himself a quick stroke with both of his hands before lowering it further to fondle at his balls and occasionally sneak lower to tease at his hole. 

He was teasing his chat again, just circling the rim of himself as he jerked himself off. Occasionally he would let one of his fingers just tease into his hole, but he would be quick to arch his back and give a desperate moan afterward, raking his hand back up his thighs to play with his balls again instead. Of course, he would eventually fuck himself with his fingers, but he intended to make himself come from just a hand on his cock first. After that, he would make his chat beg for him to have another with his fingers. At least that had been the plan. 

Even his best-laid plan couldn’t have prepared him for the donation that he spotted flashing across his screen with a request under it. He froze in his spot when he saw it, his hand going still on his cock as he just stared with pure shock. Even his chat seemed absolutely stunned, the feed slowing for several moments before picking up quickly again with praise for whoever had donated. 

SudsNSkulls has donated $1,500: If you don’t fuck yourself with your fingers for the love of God

Then a few seconds later…

SudsNSkulls has donated $500: Sorry that came off as mean, please fuck yourself with your fingers we are desperate

Roach just stared at the screen, several different emotions crossing him at once. He’d never had someone donate so much at once on one of his streams, and certainly not back to back like that. The fact that it had been back-to-back donations told him that the large amount certainly wasn’t an accident. He’d never seen this donator before but, based on the messages, there were at least two people watching from the account. Two people who had just donated a shit ton of money. Their messages almost made him want to laugh with the nervous nature of them, but he couldn’t laugh. Not when these people had just donated 2,000 dollars to watch him fuck himself. 

After a long hesitant moment with lots of messages coming through of “I think they broke him,” “He looks so confused fuck that's adorable,” and “Doubt he’ll actually listen to the request. You just wasted 2k,” he finally moved. He removed his hand from his cock, still feeling the slick of lube on his palm, and reached out to grab the bottle of lube again. He grew more confident as he moved, he could freak out over the fact that they’d just donated so much after the stream, but for now, he would make sure they got their 2k worth. If that meant skipping ahead a little, so be it. 

He popped the cap on the lube and poured another decent amount onto his fingers. He tossed the bottle back to his bed before warming the substance up in his hand, he could do cold for the first part, but not this part. Once he was comfortable with the temperature and chat was starting to get impatient again, he slowly lowered his slick fingers down toward his hole, making sure that his legs were spread wide enough that the camera could see everything. 

At first, he just did what he had been doing previously, rubbing his fingers along his rim teasingly, occasionally poking one finger inside of himself to tease. By the time he actually pushed a finger fully inside, he was a panting mess, his chest falling up and down rapidly from the stimulation and the precious pleasure of the earlier friction on his cock. He worked his finger in and out of himself for several moments, pressing against his tight walls carefully to loosen himself up just a bit. 

The slow drag of just his one finger wasn’t enough and soon he was adding a second and working inside of himself carefully. He arched his back slightly at the feeling, moving his fingers in a scissoring motion to stretch himself out for the camera. He brought his free hand back up to his nipples, little moans escaping his mouth as pleasure shocked up his spine. Slowly he started to increase the speed with his fingers, building himself back up to that edge. He could wring multiple orgasms from himself in more than one way. 

As he brought himself closer and closer to the edge, curling his fingers inside of himself, he made sure to fix his gaze on the camera. His mouth was hooked open as noises escaped him with every move. He added a third finger to himself suddenly, giving a high keen at the stretch and jerking his hips into the movement, his cock weeping between his legs. He knew himself and he knew that he was going to need stimulation to his cock before he would cum, but he drug it out, fucking himself quickly with his fingers while whining and whimpering. 

He brought himself just to the edge, squirming at the too-much and not-enough pressure of his fingers. He kept himself there for several moments, his voice desperate and his chat going absolutely wild at the display. Another donation came through.

SudsNSkulls has donated $500: Do you need permission to cum sweet boy?

And Oh. Roach certainly didn’t expect the moan that was pulled from his throat at the question, but fuck, if that wasn’t doing it for him. He did so like it when others took charge and he could see his chat going wild with the question. Really it was because of his chat that he nodded along to it. It definitely wasn’t because of the arousal that had flooded his system.

That certainly wasn’t why he tossed his head back and whimpered out, “Yes, yes, oh fuck, yes! Please, please, please let me cum! Oh, fuck-”

He brought his eyes back to his chat as he continued pounding himself with his fingers, his legs spasming with every thrust of his fingers. He hadn’t really meant for another donation to come through, though he certainly should have known based on their previous donations. 

SudsNSkulls has donated $500: Go on then, cum for us

Roach let out another high whine but immediately moved his hands from his nipples and down to his aching cock. It only took a few pleasurable quick strokes to himself before his hips were stuttering and pleasure was piling over him in waves. He continued stroking himself through the feeling and working his fingers inside of himself. 

Even as his own cum dripped down his hand and chest, he kept working himself. He gave several loud moans as sweet overstimulation wracked his system. It was so unbelievably good, he was having a hard time paying attention to chat. He even almost missed another donation.

SudsNSkulls has donated $250: Going again? Dirty boy

He gave another long moan at those words, his face going red as he found himself nearing his end all too quickly once again. It surprised him to find himself nearing his end once again, never-ending waves of pleasure washing over him with every stroke of his cock and every thrust of his fingers inside of himself. 

“Fuck,” he whined out, “Oh fuck, please, God so,” he gasped as he ran his thumb over the head of his cock, his hips jerking wildly up into the movement, “so fucking good!” He curled his fingers inside of himself, tugging and hooking himself open for only a moment so the camera could see, his fingers moved back to quickly stroking along the inside of him, forcing needy whines from him. Another donation came through.

SudsNSkulls has donated $500: Such a good boy for us, aren’t you? Cum again for us

Roach gave a loud moan and his back arched off the bed as another orgasm was ripped from his body. 

Roach took several moments to come down from his high. He slowly moved his hands away from himself, giving a low whine at the empty feeling that came from pulling his fingers out of his clenching hole. He just laid on his bed for several moments, taking deep calming breaths as all of his faculties returned to him. That low buzz that had been under his skin was finally gone and now he felt bone tired. He still had a stream to do though. He started to push himself to tiredly sit up fully, ready to grab his bottle of water and the rag he’d set out for himself. Another donation came through. 

SudsNSkulls has donated $300: God you’re gorgeous

Despite the fact that these two random people had just instructed him to fuck himself and cum twice, the words felt somehow intimate. Like whoever they were, they meant them. It made his face glow a bright red and he was quick to dart off camera, taking several calming breaths as he wiped himself down and put back on his shirt from earlier. He grabbed his bottle of water and gave himself an extra moment before shyly climbing back onto the bed to fix the camera with an almost embarrassed smile. 

“I um,” he ran a hand over the back of his neck, “I hope that was okay for everyone.” As expected, his demure little attitude had chat losing their minds, constant praise scrolling over the screen. He slowly let himself lean back against the pillows then, taking little sips from his water bottle. Now was the part of the stream where he would just talk with his chat for a bit. He’d learned fairly quickly that sticking around to have a conversation with his chat fostered an environment where his viewers could feel closer to him. There was something he had to do first. “Um, also before I forget,” he flushed red, and this time his shy energy was real, “SudsNSkulls, thank you guys for all of the donations, though,” he tugged at his shirt nervously, “You guys certainly don’t have to donate so much. It’s only one hundred for a request and fifty for a regular message.” He tucked his knee’s up to his chest and gave a smile to the camera, “I really don’t need so much money.”

He moved to talking with his chat then, answering random questions that they gave him and telling simple stories about his day. It was as he was chatting about his plans for the next day's regular stream that another final donation came in from his new mysterious viewer.

SudsNSkulls has donated $200: What if we enjoy donating so much money to you? What if we’re trying to spoil you? If it keeps your attention on us, it’s worth it. 

Roach had gone delightfully red once again.

“And that's yet another carried victory for one Paul Jackson,” Roach teased his friend, watching with a grin as the animation of their characters loading onto the plane played through. 

“Fuck you!” Jackson called playfully. Roach couldn’t help but laugh when, a moment later, the game labeled his character as the “survivor” of their group. “And fuck this game too!” 

“I just want to know how it's possible that you died to a guy with a starter pistol in circle four,” Logan joined in on his teasing quickly, poking fun at their mutual friend who had died a total of four times over the course of the entire match. A donation came through.

probablylikesixducks has donated $10: Jackson has a specialty guys, it’s not his fault that it happens to be dying

Roach couldn’t help but snort at the message, covering his face for several moments to laugh before reading it out to Jackson and Logan. “Hey!” Jackson called with a gasp, “Who sent that? I’m finding you and I’m blocking you on everything, I don’t care.”

“Don’t be mean to my chat, dude.”

“Me? Mean to your chat??” Jackson yelped, “I’m being actively bullied but apparently I’m the mean one?” 

“Yes,” both Roach and Logan responded at the same time, sending them both into a fit of laughter as Jackson called out how much he hated them both, though they all knew it wasn’t the truth. 

After finally getting control of his laughter again, Roach began to quickly look over and change his weapons specifics before clicking to launch them into another match. He turned his attention to his chat as they searched for a match, giving himself a few moments to just speak with his viewers. “Do I have a favorite operator?” Roach shrugged, “I like uh, the one with the mask is pretty cool, his voice is just…incredible. But like he’s tied with the Scottish one because the Scottish one is handsome and his voice is just as good in my opinion.” He turned back to his screen briefly with an embarrassed chuckle, “That’s why I swap between them, I can’t choose just one. If I could play both of them at once, I would.”

“If Roach could take both of them at once he would too.” Jackson started with a teasing lilt, “And I don’t mean in a fight.” Roach could feel his face heating up, but he only gave a nervous laugh at the man’s teasing words before continuing to look over chat. 

missiridescent has donated $10: Okay, can we talk about the dono from yesterday's stream? Moneybags much?

“Thank you for the $10 missiridescent,” he felt himself blush red at the reminder of the mystery donator from the previous stream. They hadn’t sent anything else after the one donation that had practically made him malfunction while live. He had hardly been able to speak properly during the last part of his stream and, when he’d finally signed off and called Jackson, all his friend could do was laugh at him. Even now he could hear Jackson snickering in his ear. “Yeah, they were super generous,” he gave the camera a smile, “We get lots of one-time donators on the spicy stream though, so it’s not likely we’ll see too much more of them. I doubt they’ll stick around long enough for us to justify talking about them too much.”

“How much did they donate,” Logan asked carefully, “You know I’ve got a hot boyfriend of my own so I can’t watch my friend fuck himself like Jackson can.” 

Roach gave a laugh, “Yeah, cause you’re fucking your dad’s best friend.”

“Co-worker,” Logan corrected quickly, his voice high, “And he’s like way younger than my dad, okay!”

“Not judging,” Roach held his hands up carefully, “No one’s boyfriend can be as bad as Allen’s.”

“Russian creep,” Jackson agreed quickly. “One of these days he’ll break up with him for good and we’ll never have to see the fucker again.”

Roach snorted, “Yeah, well, they’ll probably elope before that happens.” He shook his head before finally answering Logan, “In total, it was like over 4k that they donated over the course of the stream.” 

Logan let out a low whistle, “They must have really liked you then.”

Roach squirmed in his seat for a moment, guilt creeping up his spine, “I guess,” he ran a hand along his desk nervously, “It just makes me nervous when people donate so much. Like, what if they can’t afford it? What if they didn’t mean to donate all of that? What if they were drunk or something?” He gave a deep sigh, tugging at his shirt as he did. 

“You can’t control that stuff,” Logan commented easily, “If they fucked up, they fucked up. That’s their deal, not yours.” 

“Gotta agree with Logan on this one,” Jackson spoke quickly, “That’s their thing to deal with if they did that.”

Roach looked nervously at his chat to see that most of his chat was agreeing with what his friends were saying. It still didn’t make him fully relax, but it did help him to focus as another game began in front of him. He just needed to take his mind off of what happened and get himself back on track. 

“Oh shit,” Roach watched Jackson’s character go down in front of him, a sniper in another building delivering two quick shots to his friend’s character and sending him to the gulag. 

“Try to win this Gulag,” Roach teased with a laugh, “Logan and I don’t have the money to bring you back right now.”

“You think I won’t- oh.”

“You lost didn’t you?”

“Maybe.”

Roach shook his head, a fond smile on his face as his character poked out of the building that he was in fairly quickly, allowing him to spot the sniper's scope. He pulled his own sniper out, preparing himself to pull a rather risky quick scope move. He was fairly good at these types of things though, and most of the time it ended with him winning. 

Just as he started to move his character out, a donation came through. He glanced at it for only a moment before doing a double take, his eyes wide as he stared at the number that flashed across his chat screen. Chat was going crazy, and even as his character was easily killed on the screen in front of him, Roach felt frozen in place, his mouth dropped open in shock. 

SudsNSkulls has donated $4,000: We can afford it and we definitely meant to donate that much. Here is this just to prove it. Trust us, we’ll be here from here on out. 

Roach continued staring frozen at the donation, his face going bright red as his character was also easily killed in the gulag behind him. He felt like he was going to melt into his seat, heat prickling the back of his neck. Another donation came through.

SudsNSkulls has donated $500: God, you’re adorable

Roach ended his stream in a panic.

#gary roach sanderson #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #paul jackson #kyle gaz garrick #logan walker #ghostsoap #ghost x soap #soap x roach #ghost x roach #soaproach #ghostroach #ghostroachsoap #call of duty #streamer au #camboy au

[humanpersonface]

Over on Tiktok there is a girl who showed this emoji:

And said that when she saw it all small she thought it was the plume cloud from the Challenger explosion.

And was like "which I obviously now see that it's of a random island. Or maybe it's an Island people know idk."

And of course everyone in the comments is like "girl.... that is Japan. That is the country of Japan."

Anyways isn't the human mind funny? Aren't people weird?

#japan #challenger explosion #tiktok

[pervysenpaix]

Journalist!y/n has standards. MIDoriya doesn’t meet those standards. Though I kinda want to read her finding out Dynamight started dating Red Riot and she starts simping both of them and ends up getting both

I like the way you think nonnie. You deserve an emoji [🧨] you're my first btw 🤞🏾. let's discuss some real men shall we ?

pairing; k. bakugo + e. kirishima + you

Part 1

PS: this is super inconsistent because i got carried away with the plot in the beginning but then I remembered that this is supposed to be a quick thirst response so 🤡

TW! Prohero AU, non con/ dub con ( reader is intoxicated), semi-sleazy KRBK, obsessed reader, stalker KRBK but Y/N started it!, reader is recorded without consent, reader is drugged, anal fingering, anal seggs, double pen, borderline mysogynistic <- sounds worse than it actually is in my opinion but I'm FUCKING SICK.

After your initial encounter with Dynamight was rudely interrupted by MIDoriya, you scurried from the office with your remaining shreds of dignity. Did you regret it? Hell, no. Your wildest fantasies couldn't have prepared you for what it would actually feel like to be fucked by the explosion hero. But, you couldn't help the anxiety that settled in the pit of your stomach once the implications of your actions started crowd your mind.

This man caught you masturbating in his office, then fucked you after acknowledging that you'd been stalking him for the past few months. It was horrifying to say the least. Yes, you were still obsessed but you were also extremely embarrassed and could not shake the ever present feeling of awkwardness that came whenever you imagined the way his scarlet visionaries burned your skin.

So you figured that it'd probably be best to lay off the extracurriculars for a while.

The article was great and earned you tons of notoriety. People were surprised with how candid the hero was with you especially since he usually turned down interviews. The public assumed that you were some investigative genius when in reality you were some crazy stalker that he wanted to make an example of.

Alls fair in love and journalism, you suppose; but, it kind of sucked to get used and discarded like that. From your favorite hero no less !

Anywho!

A few months past and you'd done several high profile interviews since the incident. You tried to keep yourself occupied with work to avoid thinking of your muse but that proved difficult when he had been plastered across various media platforms due to an apparent change in his relationship status.

Have Red Riot and Dynamight finally made it official?

The alleged couple had been spotted out on several “romantic outings” but nothing had been confirmed by either parties PR teams. Various publications turned to you as if you’d have some insider info but alas you were just as in the dark as everyone else.

You’d sworn to yourself that you wouldn’t go back to your old antics but god did they make it tempting. Dynamight alone was always amazing but paired with Red Riot ? The thought of it had you foaming at the mouth. Eijiro Kirishima, the Sturdy Hero, who was named Japan’s most eligible bachelor three years in a row was now romantically attached to the object of your desires. What more could a girl ask for ?

Dignity, but I digress.

Everyone wanted the scoop on the couple and your publisher decided that you were the girl for the job. You tried to weasel your way out of it to no avail. Taking a shot in the dark you called over to Dynamight's agency with every intention of being rejected but to your surprise you were patched through and met with a particularly gruff voice.

The hero had agreed to do the interview on the condition that it be done in his own home over dinner. Stating that he wasn't up to having "the talk" with "that damn Deku" again then asking if you still remembered how to get there. Your cheeks burned at the insinuation, so you nodded dumbly while blurting an overly cheerful, "Yeah! See you soon!" before assaulting the "end call" button.

So now you stood on the familiar yet foreign front porch of the Bakugo estate ringing the doorbell. The door swung open revealing Dynamight in all his scowling glory wearing his signature black tank and cargo pants with a Alien Queen Pinky! ™️ apron wrapped around his slim waist.

"I know you like goin' through the backdoor but this seems more appropriate." He smirks, canines flashing and silver chain swaying as he leans down to guide you inside with a heavy hand splayed on your lower back. “You look good, it’s been a while”.

"Y-yeah, like a couple months if I'm not mistaken. It's good to see you as well". He huffs in response, handing you a pair of fluffy slippers before leading you further into the home. He brings you to a sleek industrialized kitchen and pulls out a barstool to which you offer a polite thanks, making him scoff. Katsuki turns towards the stove and begins interacting with the various pots in pans. It smells divine. You watch curiously from your place at the island. Wanting to cut through the smothering silence but not sure what to say.

"No point in actin' all meek, Princess. We're not exactly strangers". His back is to you, but you can imagine the scowl on his face.

He had a point. A few months ago he had your fluffy bits on display and now you could barely muster a sideways glance.

"Sorry" you breathe, "I guess I'm a bit nervous".

"Because of the stalking or the sex ?" He asks bluntly, leaning forward to rest his forearms on the counter. "Cause m'pretty used to both when it comes to fans. Just not in that order, I guess".

If you could sink into the floor you would but Dynamight's harsh stare told you that you wouldn't be let off the hook that easily. Luckily for you a door slammed followed by the soft padding of feet revealing a very handsome and very shirtless, red-haired hero.

"Oh, hey there! You must be , Y/N. Wow, you're even prettier in person!" You stare dumbly at the tall man. His long hair is damp and light sheen covers his tattooed skin. He wears red sweatpants that hang dangerously low on his waist and a slender gold chain similar to the one worn by the blonde hero.

"Oh! T-thanks, Red Riot. You're pretty too". As soon as the words leave your mouth you cringe but taller man laughs boisterously while casting a knowing grin. “Yeah yeah—you’re both gorgeous, now can we eat?”

Dinner was delicious—as expected. Katsuki (which he insisted you call him) mentioned that cooking was one of his hobbies with Eijiro adding that Katsuki’s cooking was one of his hobbies as well. The two played off each other well, effortlessly switching between best bros and star crossed lovers in an instant. It was enough to make you swoon.

They’d all but explicitly stated the nature of their relationship and when you asked them if the rumors where true Katsuki gripped the back of Eijiro’s neck and pulled him into a steamy kiss that left a string of saliva connecting them. He then looked directly at your camera and said “you tell me” with a shit eating grin.

Dinner was over and you felt yourself growing restless from the casual PDA being displayed between the two heroes. You had more than enough footage for your interview so you decided to call it a night. However, the two men had other plans.

Eiji insisted that you stay for a glass of wine. Then two. Then three. And before you knew it you were a giggly mess sandwiched between the contrastly sober heroes on their huge Cal king bed. Katsuki had convinced you to spend the night because it’d be irresponsible to let toy drive and Eijiro offered one of his large shirts so that you’d be comfy. And he was such a gentle that he didn’t let you lift a finger. Using his quirk, he slice down your clothing until you were bare trembling. He then slipped the shirt over your head, not bothering with underwear and slotted you against his chest with Katsuki sliding in behind.

"God, you're soft." Eijiro sighed, palming and spreading your ass cheeks with his huge hands. " You didn't tell me she was this soft, bro" he whined, pouting his lips at the blonde who was groping your breasts in a similar fashion.

"Tch, and risk you blowing the plan to shit ? it was hard enough to stop you from breaking in her house after I showed you the video" Katsuki scoffed, still focused on tweaking your puffy nipples.

Eijiro groaned at the memory. Katsuki had already planned on fucking you that day in his office, so he installed cameras to capture the moment. They never expected you to be so slutty and willing and right before he could fully exploit you that damned Deku barged in. The redhead remembers how quickly his cock went flaccid when he saw the frantic greenette mumbling apologies. If that was HIM that walked in on a scene like that he would've fucked you both two ways to Sunday.

After watching the video he just had to see more of you. So the two of them spent days strolling through your social media profiles and jacking off to your pictures. Eijiro couldn't help but wonder what it would be like if you were smiling directly at him instead of the camera. He couldn't help it, he just had to see you in person. Luckily for him, Bakugo knew where you lived. You see, the blonde watched you just as much as you watched him prior to your encounter--he was just better at it. He knew your daily route and all of your favorite spots. The two heroes would go out in hopes of "bumping into you" but it never happened organically. They then settled on stalking your residence and peering at you through the windows. On one particular you were bouncing on a red riot themed dildo while deepthroating a dynamight one and Katsuki had to literally blast his ass out of there so that he wouldn't break the window.

"Please", he rolled his eyes, "a slutty bitch like her would probably get off on it. Wouldn't you, babe?" For the first time in what felt like forever they were actually talking to you instead of over you, but as luck would have it you were too out of it to respond.

Your skin burned and a hazy cloud settled on your mind. It felt like you were drowning but not necessarily in the bad way. Your body was submerged in an ocean of pleasure and every time you thought that you may break the surface, the men changed course making you spin endlessly. Eiji's thick digits speared and spread your asshole while the heated pads of Katsu's fingers ran over your nipples. It felt like you were on fire and the only thing that could douse you was the two men staring down at you. Their voices were distorted but you could just make out Eiji's voice saying, "did we give her too much, seems pretty out of it ?" at least that's what it sounded like but its hard to be sure with the way his fingers were rubbing against your walls. "nah, kinky bitch is probably floatin' in subspace or some shit. she wants this, look at the mess her pussy's makin' on the sheets".

Did you want this ? No doubt about it and the way they just manhandled your body between them had you gushing an obscene amount of slick down your thighs.

"not a thought in that pretty little head. god- you're fuckin' perfect for us" Katsuki groaned, pulling your head back by your hair to spit in your mouth then turning you back to Eijiro who followed suit. Even under the influence, you swallowed immediately earning raspy praise from the men.

"fuck baby I wish you could see yourself " Kirishima whined, slotting your lips together and bullying his tongue in your mouth. Bakugo kissed up your neck and chuckled.

"That can be arranged".

You woke up bundled in unfamiliar satin sheets that smelled cinnamon and caramel. The room was dark save for the sliver of light pouring the floor to ceiling bedroom window. A glass of juice sat next to a bottle of painkillers on the bedside table with a note that read “drink me”. Now that you thought about it you did feel pretty sore. Being the good girl that you are— you take the pills and head out to find your hosts.

Bakugo and Kirishima were no where to be found but you did a beautifully plated breakfast with a note that read : Goodmorning, gorgeous! We went to run a few errands but we should be back soon. You should go hang in the den until we return.

The friendly tone of the note led you to believe that Kirishima wrote it but it was very friendly considering the two of you just met last night. Speaking of which , you couldn’t remember anything from the night prior.

You settled on the couch trying to rack but it was pointless. You shrugged it off, deciding to dig in and watch tv as the note suggested, but much to your surprise a video was already queued.

The video started with a close up of Bakugo running his tongue across his teeth. He set the camera down and you and kirishima came into view. You were bare—laying across the bed with your head hanging off the edge and your legs spread wide to accommodate the large man between them. Kirishima was nude as well , signature smile adorning his face as he bottomed out in your asshole. Katsuki joined the two of you, lightly tapping your jaw with his cock and pressing it against your tongue. You swallowed around him and clenched down on Eijiro making the men groan in unison. There was no sounds except wet squelching and moans.

You didn’t even realize that you’d started touching yourself until your eyes rolled back in ecstasy and you came with a shout.

A sudden this brought you out of your post orgasmic haze; you whipped your head around seeing the two males surrounded by what seems to be your luggage from home.

“Mind if we cut in ?”

#krbk fanfic #krbk #kiribaku x blackreader #kiribaku thirst #kiribaku x reader #kiribaku smut #kiribaku #mha kirishima #mha bakugou #mha bakugo katsuki #eijirou smut #eijiro x reader #mha x black fem reader #mha x female reader #mha x black!reader #mha x chubby reader #kiribaku x chubby reader

[dicknouget]

Sorcières de la Nuit

THIS IS AN EXCERPT FROM A FANFIC I'M PLANNING. IT IS NOT A PART OF THE THREE SENTINELS.

Coming from the shower, Pyrrha was met with an empty room. Not surprising, given it was about dinner time and she was the last one to use the shower to get cleaned up. Turning on her scroll’s screen, she saw a message from Jaune letting her know that they went to the dining hall to get a table and some food. She replied with a thumbs up emoji, before setting her scroll down and dressing herself.

She reflected about the 28 hours that she and her team, as well as Blanche and Noir, had spent at Mountain Glenn, defending that tunnel for only the brothers know how long. The stress and exhaustion had worn off, much like the injuries, but she, and she could only assume the others, were still coping with the shock of the scale of their defence.

By all accounts they SHOULD have perished.

Shaking her head free of that she pocketed her scroll, before turning to the door, when she felt something call out to her. The silent voice was whispering her name, enticing her to turn around and look again at the room. Scanning each bed, Pyrrha eventually found the source of the voice on Jaune’s bed.

It was his journal.

Pyrrha was not one to snoop and interfere with someone’s privacy, let alone Jaune’s. A journal was an extension of one's mind and heart, and to read it without permission was a violation of trust in Pyrrha’s eyes. However, there was something about his journal that called out to her, encouraging her to open it.

Caving into the unrelenting scream of her leader's notebook, she opened the cover and flipped through it, only to see… poetry. It wasn’t award winning but she could understand what each one was based off of, and in a way felt like she was reliving certain parts of their time at Beacon. One titled Camouflage detailed initiation. The Royal Guard was about his squire work with the Valean Knights Order. Race to the Sea was about RWBY’s escapade at the docks.

Flipping to the most recent entries she saw two poems. The first was labelled ‘The Defence of Mountain Glenn’ and detailed the events of JNPR and BLND’s stand against the Grimm and bandits. The four bar refrain of the poem pounded into Pyrrha and reminded her of the emotion, the determination, the VALOUR that filled the group during their defence.

Stand and follow command, our blood for the homeland

Heed the Mountain Glen’s call, and brace for the storm

The vanguard will never give in, there is no surrender

Force them into retreat, and into defeat

Those four lines filled her with the same resolve that she felt when she heard the four words leave Jaune’s mouth.

‘Not One Step Back’

It was a phrase that she had heard before, in a history class while at Sanctum. It was commanded by the second premier of the United Vacun Council Republics, who had learned that Atlas was 50 km from the capital, Shade. She remembered her professor telling that story and commenting that the leader knew that the world would condemn him for that order, but the nation and the people would remain free in the end.

Pyrrha shivered thinking about it, before moving over to the second poem titled Sorcières de la nuit. It was only twelve lines long but perfectly described the explosive damage done by Jaune’s sisters.

From the depths of hell in silence

Cast their spells, explosive violence

Valean night time, stealth perfected

Flawless vision, undetected

Undetected, unexpected

Shells of glory

Tell their story

Demolition, deviation

Undetected, stealth perfected

Beneath the starlight of the heavens

Unlikely heroes underground

As they rise up from the rubble

The wind will whisper when the Night Witches come

#rwby #jaune arc #pyrrha nikos #rwby fanfiction

[snezandsickheadcanons]

A Little Detour (M)

@goodlucksnez I'M SO SORRY FOR THE WAIT BUT I'm your secret santa from @kawaii-kushami's exchange.

You mentioned Tri//gun, and well, I'm a villainfucker at heart, so I did some Le//gato. HOWEVER i have only seen the '98 anime, so I hope this still works ok relative to Sta//mpede stuff. *pray emoji*.

Rolling waves of sand soared upwards from the ground and towards the sky. The weather was dry, as always, but that didn’t seem to dissuade the people of this town from enjoying the day. Housewives shopping, children playing, a few turning glances to look at the strange man in the white coat and spiked pauldron as he passed by towards the doors of the saloon.

Legato looked towards the sign on the door, feeling the pricks of sand rub against his nose. A dull buzz like a vibrating pipe settled inside, subtle enough to not yet be a true tickle. Nevertheless, this weather was perfect for preparing how next to challenge Vash the Stampede. 

With a silent step he entered through the swinging doors, quickly scanning the inside to see exactly what sort of company this place welcomed. And by all accounts, it was the usual—a dozen or so gruff men, of varying ages, all gathered together in groups, playing cards and swallowing their body weight in liquor. Each was posed in a careful way, clearly relaxed yet making sure to show off the bright silver muzzles clipped to their waist. 

Though to Legato, they might as well have been a group of children with pop guns. With a smirk to himself, he sat down at the bar, picking up a menu and beginning to flip through it. Now there was much to consider. What should he order? Who should he send after Vash?

As he sat, that annoying rumbling in his nose from before only grew, now at the intensity of a trembling gunbarrel. The itch stung in his nose, and with an annoyed huff he realized he was going to sneeze. “Heh…” He scowled, grinding his teeth together to try and delay the inevitable, but quickly found he had no luck on that front. “Nnnxchuh!” 

The half-stifle was turned to the side, away from the bar but otherwise uncovered. A few of the men gave a brief glance over, nothing more than a basic reaction to any sort of noise. It was just a sneeze, nothing so out of the ordinary, even coming from a mysterious stranger.

Legato gave a dry sniffle, feeling that heated itch still lingering. Well, no matter. As his fingers went back to tracing along images on the menu, his mind began to wander. Sandwiches, sodas, and ice cream floats. Dynamite, acid, and long trails of magazines. What to choose, what to choose? 

He sniffled again, feeling what must be the remnants of the sand light fire in his sinuses. This was the consequence of living on such a desert planet, even for one as feared as Legato Bluesummers. “Htch’shhIEW!” Even without stifling this time, the irritation was still there. What a pain.

Hm, perhaps today he’d go with a sundae for himself, and explosives for Vash? But first, he’d have to deal with this—

“Eh’shhIEW! EshHOO!”

These sneezes were wetter than before, enough that his subsequent sniffle began to squelch. Legato clicked his tongue, then suddenly realized that stinging pain had fallen down from his sinuses to his throat as well. 

A few more men at the bar looked at him now, their stares growing from indifferent to irked. Not quite fully fed up, but ready to be done with that annoying repetitive sound already. 

The bartender, an old balding man with a goatee, finished his business at the other end and came over to Legato’s barstool. “What’re ya having?” he asked, setting aside a clean glass back on the shelf.

Legato tossed the menu aside, letting it slap loudly onto the counter. “A chocolate sundae. With extra cream.” Hm? His voice sounded a little strange… Not only had all this sneezing made him a little stuffy, the pitch was off. A bit deeper, perhaps? Was it really the sand which had done this?

He sat at the bar, listening to the men around him chat about this and that. Gambling, drinking, ready to shove their guns in the jaws of each other at a moment’s notice. Soon enough, they’d all be dead anyway. Once the humanoid typhoon was pushed to his limit, there’d be nothing left of this town but even more of that damn sand. 

Peaceful moments could never last. Not with these people. Not on this planet. It was Legato’s job to secure Vash, that disaster of a man, to make him realize such a thing. All his preaching of pacifism was hopeless.

The bartender returned with his sundae, sliding it down across the wood with barely a squeak. Vanilla and chocolate made their love together, caressing each other side-by-side to confetti of sprinkles and nuts. Delicious, delicious. 

Legato wasted no moment before taking a bite, letting the ice cream melt over his tongue and coat his stinging throat in comforting cold. But after only a few bites he needed to set down his spoon before quickly turning away.

“Heh’choo!” Even after this, after refusing to stifle, after rubbing his nose over and over, this damn irritation just wouldn’t— “Ha’SHIEW!”

A few irritated grumbles came his way. At this point, the patrons of this bar were just ready to be done with the strange sneezy newcomer. 

Legato grabbed a bar napkin to hold against his nose, which was quickly becoming stuffed to the brim with congestion. At this rate he’d never get the orders out to challenge Vash. The very same one who, thinking about it… had been weirdly sniffly during their last confrontation… Even sneezing a few times… Could it be that…? 

He gave a rough blow into the napkin. “Vash the Stambpede…” A new simmering anger began to dull the taste of his dessert. But Legato pushed through, sniffling between each bite and fighting off the urge to sneeze again. The cold of the ice cream wasn’t helping, though. As much as he tried not to, it seemed impossible that he’d be able to finish before he’d need to… to…

“Hek’CHCSHOO!”

“Hey, you!” called a man with a wide cowboy hat from one of the tables, slamming his fist down on top a pile of cards. “Can you shut your damn mouth? We’re trying to play here!”

Moving his eyes to look at him without turning his head, Legato replied in a voice like sap, “Is a man not allowed to sneeze in peace in this town?” 

A few more men turned to glare at him.

“Evidently not.”

The man from before hovered his hand towards the side of his belt. “Now get your germy little pretty boy ass out of here by the count of ten.”

Legato set down his spoon. He was just about finished anyway. Grabbing his pauldron, he smirked to himself, which was quickly interrupted by another sneeze. “Oh, I’ll be out of here in a minute.”

A change of plans for today. Perhaps he’d leave challenging Vash to tomorrow, and spend this afternoon holding up somewhere until his nose calmed its fiery storm. There was just (he looked around to count the number of people inside the bar) something he needed to take care of first.

[stevetonyweekly]

SteveTony Weekly - May 14th

Happy Sunday, y’all! I’m busy painting this weekend and packing for next week so there’s not a ton on this week’s list, but--enjoy what I’ve got. And be sure to leave your authors a comment or kudos!! 

Cold Space, Warm Welcome by Annie D (scaramouche)

Tony’s spent a couple of years flying around the galaxy in his best friend Rhodey’s spaceship the Iron Advance, doing what could perhaps be counted as ‘hero’ work. Among their allies is Steve Rogers, captain of his own crew, with whom Tony has a… potentially friendly relationship.

When Steve’s ship is irreparably damaged, Rhodey takes him and his whole crew onto the Iron Advance to recover. Tony’s not at all nervous about this, because so what if this is the first time Steve will see him without the Iron Man armor?

🙀 ➡ 😻 ➡ 😽 by Anaxandria, BladeoftheNebula

Tony puts up a "Missing Cat" sign and not only 1) gets his cat back, but 2) meets a cute guy named Steve who keeps refusing the reward.

A story told in texts, voicemail transcriptions, and, of course, an overuse of emojis.

nobody saves me, baby (the way you do) by Capstiddies, meidui

“You’re a firefighter.”

“You’re—half naked.”

-

Steve fights fires and rescues kittens for a living these days because of course he does; of course that man doesn’t know how to properly retire. So now Steve has his firefighting career and Tony has a new complication in his long, winding relationship with Steve after parting ways without so much as a handshake.

And They Were Roommates (And A Little Bit More) by MayBiTheWay

Steve Rogers had plenty of LGBTQ+ friends, he loved and supported each and every one of them. But why did he wanna throw up whenever his roommate Tony Stark kissed a boy in front of him. He couldn't possibly be homophobic could he?

OR

How Steve was so oblivious to his own feelings, he considered the fact that he was homophobic before thinking he could have feelings for Tony.

You Made Your Mark on Me by iam93percentstardust

They’re giving one of the final interviews before the film releases, and the topic of discussion should be the film itself—the filming process, the famed explosive fights between Tony and his costar, how much they enjoyed working with the director—but instead all the attention is on the brand-new, already-silvered mating bite on Tony’s neck that definitely wasn’t there at the interview he gave the previous night.

Oops, My Mistake. by shaggybeetle

Wednesdays are tony's favourite days, a massage from his therapist and a good dicking form his Boyfriend. Condoms keep things clean with Steve but in the shower, somehing snaps and a mess is made.

with each downpour we discover what it takes by Rowantreeisme

Tony's turned into a mer-person. It's a bad time for all involved.

(Turns out, being underwater is not at all fun for him, even if that's the only way he can breathe)

i'll be by your side (when you cry, cry, cry). by frostfall

The first thing he notices when he wakes is there’s a ring on Tony’s ring finger.

There’s a fucking ring on Tony’s ring finger.

Oh, Steve thinks numbly. I missed my chance. Again.

With that thought in mind, he bursts into tears.

(In which Steve goes through a rollercoaster of emotions and thoughts, Tony tries to comfort, and Sam finds the whole thing both frustrating and hilarious.)

It's Only Sex by madeitsimple

Sure, he’s a little out of practice, but casual sex is like riding a bike as far as Tony’s concerned. Once you get good at it, it never really leaves you.

Just Because by iam93percentstardust

Tony blinks twice, shakes his head a little just to clear it, and then asks, “Uh, not that that wasn’t nice—because it was! A+ hugging effort there—but what was that for?”

Steve shrugs, cheeks a little pink. “You just seemed like you needed one.”

OR: Tony needs a hug. Steve gives him one.

Start as You Mean to Go On by BlackEyedGirl

Tony gets that the others think this is an ego thing - the way he can’t resist pushing Steve’s buttons. Honest-to-God, the guy just bugs him. Mostly because Steve is distractingly perfect, but a little bit because of the family history.

#stevetony weekly #stevetony #stony #stony weekly #weekly fic rec #fic rec #rec list #stony fic #stevetony fic #steve rogers #tony stark #iron man #captain america

[jinanreona]

@fireandfae sent:

Wanders through his room, sipping on a smoothie, when he catches sight of the screen in front of Leona and pauses to lean over his shoulder. "Are you doing your 'computer' things again, Kingscholar?" He says before he takes another annoying sip of his drink.

The beastman had checked once, twice, and even a third time that the door had been locked before the stream had even started, wary of a certain roommate's annoying tendencies to interrupt him. His concerns are only further quelled when he hears rustling in the kitchen, suspecting the other had distracted himself with food.

For the time being, he'd be left alone. It's enough to get him into the groove of things, starting the stream and greeting the growing number of viewers with a sultry 'hey~' It's enough to get the viewers excited, earning him a plethora of heart eyes emojis that have him smirking in self-satisfaction.

Just as he makes to answer one of the more scandalous comments from the stream, there's a sudden explosion of screams and exclamations from the commenters, ranging from key smashes to heart emojis that flood the screen. Confusion becomes evident in his eyes, uncertain of what had set off the crowd.

It's only when he feels someone looming over him that he looks over his shoulder, spotting Malleus with his notorious smoothie. Ugh, how had even gotten in here so quickly?! The other doesn't even seem to notice he's intruding, casually reading some of the comments on the screen as he continues to obnoxiously sip on his drink. At this point, the comments are a mix of 'he's here omg!!!' and 'please say my username!!!!'

Leona pays it little mind, by now used to how excitable his subscribers would get when Malleus paid him a surprise visit. Instead, he's already muting his mic, as he leans back against Malleus to force him away from the screen. "Tch, you," he grumbles, reaching over his shoulder to properly shove Malleus's face away, despite the protests from the viewers. "Didn't anyone teach you to knock. Why are you even in here? I swear if you broke the doorknob...," he continues, fully turning towards the other as he shoos the dragon away with a wave of his hand.

"Already told you not to interrupt me when I'm busy." The last time Malleus had walked in on a stream, Leona had only humored him long enough to use the dragon as a cameraman. It had been a total failure, much to Leona's dismay and his viewers's amusement. The other hadn't known to keep the camera on Leona, keeping the camera pointed at an empty wall the entire time even as Malleus had looked to the lion for guidance. Idiot...

"Go watch paint dry or whatever you get into," he's already half dragging Malleus out of the room, ignoring how unbothered the jerk seems to be by all this. Leona swears sometimes he does this on purpose...

#;; ic #// idek what to tag this au 😭😭😭😭 #// roommate AU where mal is constantly interrupting leona trying to be egirl on stream #// anyway LEONA HATES MAL >>>>:C

[astarlow]

can we get headcanons of a couple of ow girls (your choice) as the reader's roommates please?

Characters: D.Va, Zarya, Sombra Form: Headcanons Warning: None Word Count: 801

D.Va

🐰Fun times all day long baby

🐰I really hope you don’t mind the slight screaming or the constant talking in the middle of the night

🐰Because that’s basically what will happen

🐰Still, Hana is considerate of your person. If you do really mind it, she’ll try to change her schedule and sound-proofed her room

🐰If you’re willing, she’s going to invite you to her streams. She has plenty of games.

🐰The first time you came to her streams, her chat kept spamming “And they were roommates” with other suggestive emojis

🐰The mods had a hard time handling the ones that went overboard

🐰You had to ask her why she was so red at the time and she just avoided your question

🐰But being Hana’s roommate isn’t all fun and games

🐰That’s noticeable when she comes back from missions bruised and weary

🐰Most of the time, you are asleep but on the rare occasions where you are awake, you take care of her

🐰She always brushes it off, putting on her D.Va persona but you know better than that now

🐰In the confines of your shared home, you want her to know she can rely on other people too

🐰She often has nightmares so I hope you’re okay with her asking to sleep with you to calm her racing heart down

🐰If you’re a night owl, you even take her out to have a little stroll in the city

🐰She thanks you by gifting you tons of trinkets 

Zarya

💪Being roommate with Aleksandra is refreshing

💪She’s waking up early but she tries to be as quiet as possible, knowing you are still asleep

💪She makes breakfast for you two then leaves for her morning jogging

💪If you’re awake, she doesn’t hesitate to ask you if you want to come with her

💪She has tons of plushes in her bedroom, when she was younger it used to soothe her between all the explosions and shots being fired, nowadays she keeps them because she likes them

💪If you ever need one, she won’t hesitate to let you borrow one or two or even her whole collection, just promise you will take care

💪Doing sport together! She’s going to propose musculation first because it’s her field but if you don’t like it, she’s going to try other sports too. As long as she can keep her body fit

💪If you don’t like sports, she won’t force you but she still tells you to take care of your body. Just a walk around the park is already a good step

💪Another busy soldier too

💪When she tells you she’s going to come home after a mission, you make sure to run a bath for her. She’s always surprised when you do but a good kind of surprise. She thanks you by hugging you like “big, fuzzy Siberian bear”

💪She loves cooking for you! So don’t be surprised if meals are already prepared in the fridge and you just have to warm them up to eat them

Sombra

💻Sombra is definitely an interesting roommate

💻She’s super open with you, and often plays pranks on you as well but she is definitely secretive about her work too

💻She knows way too much about you while you barely know her name (you don’t)

💻She tells you she works on computers and cybersecurity but you have a feeling she isn’t telling you everything

💻You don’t mind as long as she doesn’t bring trouble to your shared flat

💻She likes to play pranks on you, as previously said, nothing too major though. She likes to frighten you in the middle of the night. It can go from faking an intrusion or just disguising herself as a monster. She likes having a little bit of fun, sometimes to your dismay. One harmless prank she likes to pull is putting googly eyes all over your stuff. From all sizes. To put on your mugs, your clothes, your phone. Everything

💻In return, you attempt to pull pranks on her back. Though you never enter her room. That’s the one big rule you agreed upon and never shall you cross it. 

💻So it’s mostly in the living room your pranks are being played. You like to put wasabi in her food, replacing the ground coffee with dirt. Though you leave half of it so it actually has a good consistency

💻Let’s just say your household is definitely lively

💻Free movies from her so it means a movie session every week with her! Not only movies, she tells you she can give you free streaming services too. As long as it’s on the internet, she can give it to you for free. A part of her job she says

💻At the end of the day, you wouldn’t have any other roommate than Sombra

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