#at this point I’m staying up to post cause I like checking the tags when I wake up lol

[average-vibe]

•Fame Hurts 2•

Pairing: Wilbur Soot x Streamer!Fem!reader

Summary: your presence on social media fades, and your ex notices.

Genre: Angst, Fluff at the end

TW: cursing, arguing

AN: HOLY SHIT YALL LOVED THE FIRST ONE???? SLAY??? AGAIN TY TO @modelbus for inspo!

TAGS (sorry if you didn’t want it!): @queenofdisaster-6 @lemonboys-stuff @cathers-world

part 1 is here

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Wilbur had broke up with you over 2 weeks ago, and you hadn’t streamed, posted, or made any presence on social media since then. You didn’t see any point in trying to redeeming yourself, as people would still say the same shit anyway. About how you were using him, how you didn’t deserve your fame, and how you needed to humble yourself.

quite honestly, you hated yourself for not seeing the signs sooner. How Wilbur wanted to ‘Talk’ that one day, or how he became distant for a little bit after you had collaborated on a stream, or when your stream views started to decline. It was so fucking obvious, but you were too caught up in your own emotions to notice.

You hadn’t checked your phone since then either. It had been on ‘Do Not Disturb’ since you went to an old friend, Carissa’s, apartment to stay. The only person who knew you were alive was Carissa, and she was the only one who saw you. As far as everyone else knew, you had disappeared out of nowhere.

But today, for some odd reason, you had the urge to turn your phone off of ‘Do Not Disturb’ and check your notifications.

There were about 2000.

Texts, comments, DMs, and tags had taken over your notifications, mostly people just wondering where you went.

@bae: where did @yn.loves.you and @WilburSoot go??? did they die? where did they go??? —>@gaywaffle: i’ve been wondering this forever! like did smth happen???

you didn’t know Wilbur stopped posting too. but sure enough, his last tweet was about 3 weeks ago. And his last stream was 15 days ago. He hadn’t been position either, and it was a mystery to you why.

Next, the texts. Oh, the texts.

Tommy: YN wtf where are you????

BooRan: YN, please answer

Wilbur (blocked): 75 messages

You knew it wasn’t gonna end well, and that it was a bad idea, but you clicked on Wilbur’s profile.

Wilbur (blocked)

I’m sorry

please yn

respond please

it was shitty

i’m sorry yn

i love you so much

please..

Your vision turned red. after all the shit he said about you, after all the hurtful things he did, after fucking dumping you because of people on twitter, he was begging you to come back. you got up and stomped to your car. Your plan? to go to wilbur’s house and yell at him until you couldn’t yell. or until you passed out.

You pulled into wilbur’s driveway, with nothing but your phone and a lot of angry thoughts. you opened his unlocked door, and found him sleeping on the couch. You got some water from the fridge, brought it over to him, and poured it in his face.

he woke up with a jolt, sputtering and thrashing around like an idiot. he looked at his attacker, who was you, and his eyes lit up.

“YN!” he said, a smile gracing his lips.

“YOU BITCH!” you screamed, wiping the kind look away from his face. "Fucking dump me on the side of the road, then try to get back with me?? cause you realized that your too fucking sad without a girlfriend to stare at? I’m so sorry that YOU brought this upon yourself!” you continued, voice faltering in tears. you didn’t want to cry, but you couldn’t help it. the fact that every single word was true, and not one misunderstood word, made it hurt so much more.

“YN, can i explain?” he asked, eyes looking more sad than anything.

“Explain what? how you-“

you were cut off by a kiss. A gentle, sweet, loving kiss. if you weren’t so mad, you would even admit you liked it. and you couldn’t deny the fact you leaned into it.

He let go, looking at your eyes. “I’m sorry, i shouldn’t have done that. I just hate to see you so mad- and at me, i just didn’t know what to do. can i please explain?”

you let out a loud sigh. “alright, go ahead.”

“Tommy told me that you loved me more than anything in the world, and so did Ran, and Phil too. everyone was saying how much they loved you.. except for the people who didn’t know you. I realized that the only reason people were saying that shit was because they didn’t know you. And if they did, they would never say that about you. Your sweet, smart, funny, beautiful, kind, and an incredible person. and i cannot believe i ever broke up with you. i’m so sorry.” he said everything in a fast paced manner, looking at the floor for the entire time.

your anger melted away. The way he said everything, you knew it was coming right from his heart. he glanced at you for but a second, and you decided to fuck it. you grabbed his face and kissed him, again. this time, it was happy. full of love, and pure joy.

you let go, and gave him a hug, at this point, you were both crying.

“YN, do you forgive me?” he asked, voice cracking.

“Yes, Wil. i forgive you.”

—

what can i say i like ending on words

ANYWAY

i wrote this is 1 sitting so uh

yeah

there MIGHT be a part 3 😏

only if you ask nicely 🙄

OKAY ILYSM BYEEEE

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[pastshadows]

Shadows of the Past

Chapter 4: Magic and Mischief

Summary: Astarion remained a spawn after ending the reign of Cazador with your help. After defeating the Netherbrain, you and Astarion stay together, moving forward with your lives. You reside in a small house in the city. One night, after an awkward and concerning interaction with him, he disappears without a trace.

Setting: Post End-Game. Mostly canon compliant.

Word Count: 7K

Content: Explicit 18+ - intended for mature audiences.

Warnings: [Additional tags will be added, but expect mature content / read at your own risk.

Spoilers. Mentions of in-game missable content. Violence. Sexual Assault [not in currently posted chapters; possibly upcoming - I haven't decided] Past Trauma. Murder. Death. Longing. Sexual themes. Smut. Blood drinking. Angst. Innuendos. High use of sarcasm. Completely fabricated camp interactions.

You hear the beating sound of wings, and your bed lurches, causing you to drift in and out of your trance. Your eyes flutter, but you continue to bob between the waking world and your meditative state. Pressure on your chest pulls at the edges of your trance, and it crumbles down around you. You groan in lamenting protest at the intrusion on your rest. You urge your eyes to open and see Tara’s round green eyes staring down at you. Her little face is twisted in a fuming scowl.

“Your vampire is in a petulant mood this morning.”

That’s nothing new.

You stifle a yawn, “What do you mean?”

“I was hunting a mouse in his room, and he hurled a pillow at me! The audacity!”

Better a pillow than a dagger, I suppose.

Blinking, you rub the sleep out of your eyes, “Are you okay?”

“Oh yes, he was far too slow.”

Your still half-asleep mind processes her words sluggishly.

Too slow…

Wait.

Too slow?

A swell of unease tightens your chest, causing your heart to palpate sporadically, and worry creases your forehead.

What did she mean by too slow? Astarion was never slow. Unless… 

“I’m sorry he did that, Tara. You might want to consider his room a no-hunting zone. I will speak to him.”

Her tail sticks straight up, and her ears pin back, “Be sure you do. That kind of boorish behaviour will not be tolerated.”

She jumps off your bed with a furious huff and skitters out of your room through the small opening of your door, where she no doubt let herself in to apprise you of the vampire’s ill-mannered behaviour.

Too slow…

Tara’s words echo, reverberating off the boundaries of your thoughts. The only time Astarion was too slow was when he was hurt or starving, but he had seemed fine last night when he came to check on you. Without the daylight from the windows streaming in, it’s hard to discern what time it is, but it can’t be much later than early morning.

He typically isn’t even awake this early.

You slip out of bed in a flurry and slip your housecoat over your nightwear, tying it tight around your waist. You trot down the long, dim hallway. The wooden parquet flooring creaks under you, and your heavy footsteps echo off the walls. In your rush, you don’t even bother to light the candles to illuminate the space.

You knock on his door lightly, “Astarion?”

“Go away.”

His voice is unusually tense, bordering on strained. Your perception strikes like lightning, awakening all your senses in a sharp trill of foreboding alarm.

He doesn’t sound like his usual cavalier self.  

“Astarion, what’s wrong?”

“Please, just go away.”

Something is very wrong.

“No. I’m coming in.”

Swinging the door open, he scowls at you in a haunting grimace, “I said GO AWAY.”

Did he actually just yell at me?

Astarion had shouted at you before, but not often with such a pointed edge of malice tingeing his voice. If you were not so worried about him, it might have given you pause, but you shrug it off without much thought. Astarion would never hurt you.

Well… not physically or purposefully, at least.

The darkness obscures your vision, and although you can naturally see in the dark to some extent, it limits your ability to see details.

You whisper a cantrip, and fire combusts from your palm, forming a bright glowing sphere that hovers and revolves as if you were holding a small star in your hand.

Astarion barely reacts to the sudden emittance of fire. His eyes squint slightly at the unexpected bright light, and he looks from the fire to you with an unspoken query.

Narrowing your eyes, you peer at him observingly, studying him. His body is taught. All his muscles are tense as if he’s ready to fight. He trembles so violently you can practically feel him vibrating the air around you. His jaw is clenched hard, making the muscles in his neck protrude unnaturally. His eyebrows knit together in a frightening expression that makes your hair stand on edge.

He closes his eyes with a grimace and struggles to make himself appear relaxed, but you can see his knuckles strain and tremor under his death grip on the door. His other arm is bent behind his back, and even though you can’t see it, you know it’s clenched in a tight fist as he battles with himself.

“Darling, please, leave me be.”

You recognize this look. When you had first entered the Shadowlands, you had been so focused on trying to find a way to survive that horrid curse that no one had clued into the fact that there were no animals in this place for him to eat. Astarion never mentioned it to anyone and instead had suffered in silence until you found him in the furthest corner of the camp one night, away from everyone.

You toss and turn on your bedroll. The shadows of this place whisper and taunt from beyond the light that keeps them at bay. The corruption here is strong. It leaves you feeling unsettled, making slipping into a meditative state almost impossible.

Walking around camp as quietly as you can, you check on your friends, hoping it will ease some of the anxiety you feel. You mentally check them off in your head as you walk around.

Shadowheart. Gale. Wyll. Karlach. Lae’zel. Halsin. Scratch. Owlbear cub.

When you get to Astarion’s tent, he’s not there, and you look around the camp, confused for a moment.

Did he go hunting?

But how would he survive the curse?

Wait… What would he even hunt? Nothing survives the curse here, which means even if he could go hunting, there’s nothing for him to eat.

Fuck! How could I have been so blind?

You jog around but refrain from calling out to him. The others need their rest. You had been travelling through this damned land, fighting off all manner of creatures, and everyone was exhausted.

“Withers, where is Astarion?”

You pray the answer out of his mouth isn’t a demand for coin to cleave soul to body once more, but he simply points to an obscured area at the furthest edge of the camp.

You take off in the direction Withers is pointing in a hurry. As you turn a shallow corner, Astarion finally comes into view. He’s lying on the ground, curled up and writhing on the spot. His arms crossed over his stomach, his eyes squeezed shut, his forehead creased in the unmistakable grimace of agony.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

You skid down and fall to your knees beside him, reaching for him, but he lurches away like a coiled spring, finally snapping free from the pressure.

“Stay away from me.”

“Astarion…”

He snarls at you like a wounded animal trying to protect itself from further harm. His mouth is set in a hard line. His jaw clenched so hard he can barely speak, teeth grating together with such force you can hear them rasping.

“How long has it been since you’ve eaten?”

“Who’s counting?”

His voice shakes, tinged with a pain you’ve never heard in it before.

“How long, Astarion?”

“A ten-day, give or take a day, or two, or three. Time itself stills in this place.”

“Hells! Why didn’t you say anything? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“It didn’t seem important.”

“Not important!? You are important! You should have said something!”

You bare your neck to him, “Here, feed on me.”

“No.”

“What do you mean, no? You’ve never had a problem with it before.”

“You need your strength. In this place, everything is hungry.”

“Don’t be foolish!” You chastise him, “I… I need you.”

You haven’t yet told him about your feelings for him. They remain a secret, sitting uneasily and unspoken in your heart.

“I said no.”

“Please don’t make me do this, Astarion. I’m begging you.”

He shakes his head at you, his arms wrapped around himself as he trembles like a leaf in the wind.

You sigh, “I’m sorry. You leave me no choice.”

The last thing you want to do to him is take his agency away from him, but he cannot go on like this. He can barely speak, let alone continue travelling through this cursed land. You won’t, can’t, allow him to perish here.

With a quick maneuver, you unsheathe his dagger from his hip and slice a deep gash into your wrist. Blood rushes, gurgling out of the wound, dripping onto the dirt. Breath hisses from him harshly as his eyes focus on the bleeding cut.

You bring your wrist close to his face, “I need you, Astarion. Let me help you.”

His eyes dart to yours before he gives in with a growl, and his lips wrap around the bleeding slash. You can feel him draw your blood from you in large gulps. He moans low in his throat, and his body starts to relax, bit by bit, limb by limb.

You can feel yourself start getting lightheaded as he siphons your life out of you. Your skin starts to cool and pale, and your eyes feel heavy. Your heartbeat starts to slow to a feeble thump.

With a snarl, he throws himself back, detaching from your hemorrhaging wrist. Bright red blood is smeared on his lips and dribbles down the sides of his mouth.

He looks at you with alarm in those vibrant scarlet eyes and scrambles back to you. Astarion grasps your wrist tightly, elevating it above your heart. You waver slightly on your knees and then fall backwards into him, eyes fluttering towards him.

“Do you know how stupid that was? I could have killed you!”

He’s angry with me.

“I trust you, Astarion.” 

He growls, “You shouldn’t.” 

“I shouldn’t do a lot of things. It’s never stopped me before. I don’t see why it would now.”

His eyes bolt to your wrist. Despite his death grip putting pressure on your wound, blood is seeping out from his hand, gliding smoothly down your arm, painting your skin red.

“You cut too deep.”

“I’m fine, just a little tired.”

You close your eyes and float.

He jolts you, “No, wake up!”

“It’s okay, Astarion.”

You’re cold, you drift, and you feel your consciousness slipping.

He bellows, “SHADOWHEART!”

Astarion tries to swing the door shut on you, but you slam your hand into it with a loud thud, causing the fire to vanish instantaneously. Scowling defiantly at him, you push past him and barge into his room. The door rattles violently on its hinges as he slams it behind you.

“What do you think you’re doing?” He seethes.

His room is dark, and you hurl fire into the fireplace, lighting the room in a warm glow.

You turn on him savagely, “You’re hungry, nearly starving by the looks of you.”

“I’m fine.”

“Don’t lie to me!”

He sighs loudly, “I may be a tad hungry.”

“A tad? Look at you! You’re trembling all over.”

You reach out to him, desperate to comfort him, but he backs away. Dropping your hand, you let your eyes dart to the floor so he won’t see the crestfallen look in them.

Why does he always hide things from me?"

“Haven’t you been hunting?”

“Of course! Well… I’ve tried.” He groans, “This damn city is too large and entirely too noisy. There isn’t exactly a ton of food readily prancing about.”

“Why didn’t you say something?”

“I… I’ve visited enough pain upon you.”

Oh, for the love of… Not this bullshit again.

“I am not a child, Astarion!” You roar, “How do you ever expect us to work if you keep treating me like some wounded babe that needs coddling?”

The harsh look on his face lightens, “Us?"

Did I just say us?

You sigh, “You need to stop hiding things from me. I want the truth from you, even when it hurts.”

No more running.

"If you can do that, we will see if there can be an “us” again in the future.”

Astarion runs his hand over his face, “As you wish, my dear. I will endeavour to be more open with you going forward.”

“Good. Now, come with me. You need to eat. You’re grumpy.”

He laughs, “Grumpy, am I?”

“Very grumpy.”

Taking his hand, you lead him to your room and close the door, locking it behind you. You light the candle on the dresser with a whispered cantrip.

“How long has it been since you ate?”

“Oh, not too long.”

“The truth, Astarion.”

“Ugh.” He pinches the bridge of his nose, squeezing his eyes shut so hard his forehead creases, “About six days. Why?”

“I wanted to assess which strength Potion of Healing I’m going to need.”

“Healing potion?” He blinks, “Why do you still carry those around?”

“Old habits, I suppose.”

You pull the potion out of your bedside table and set it down before removing your housecoat. Throwing it on the bed, you take a step closer to him. You watch his jaw tense and relax repeatedly, and his hands clench into fists.

“You can’t go on like this. Feed on me.”

“I-,”

“Don’t make me get another dagger.”

He snickers, “You do have awfully terrible knife skills.”

“And Shadowheart isn’t here to save me from my own grave ineptitude.”

“You frightened me that night, you know. I hadn’t been that scared in,” he pauses, thinking, “decades. Not even when Cazador would pull me into the kennels…”

He steps closer to you.

“Astarion…”

“You wanted truth in all things, darling.”

Astarion grabs you by the waist, tugging your body flush against his. Bowing his head, he runs his lips down your neck and along your collarbone. As it always does, the temperature contrast sends shivers shooting up your spine, and you gasp. You roll your head to the side, exposing your neck to him further.

Astarion delicately kisses your neck, “You’re a gift.”

You feel that familiar icy pinch as his fangs sink in. You inhale sharply. The sudden stab of pain makes your hands go to his biceps, anchoring yourself, squeezing hard. The sharpness of the pain dissipates rapidly and becomes nothing more than a dull throbbing ache.

He groans against your neck, and you feel your essence being drawn out of you in steady, calculated pulls.

His tongue laps at your neck, savouring every drop. Astarion’s grip on your waist tightens, and he bucks his hips into you. His arousal is obvious, and he wants you to know it - feel it.

With a moan, you can’t help but gyrate your hips demandingly against him in response. You’re full of fevered need for him while he fills himself with you.

Your life spills into him, and you can feel yourself flowing through his veins, powering his muscles, sating his raging hunger. It’s an odd sensation - like you are one person inhabiting two bodies simultaneously.

Or perhaps that's the light-headedness talking.

Your head swims dreamily, and you close your eyes and let yourself begin to drift into him, enjoying the familiar serenity of this moment. The act of him feeding on you has always felt intimate. Your body shakes excitedly, and your heart croons the siren song of desire.

It feels like it ends too soon as Astarion removes his fangs from your neck carefully. He places his cool palm on the wound, putting firm pressure on it to staunch any residual bleeding. He reaches over to the bedside table and uncaps the healing potion with his teeth before bringing it to your lips.

“Drink.”

You do as you’re told, and Astarion pours the viscous sweet liquid into your mouth in deliberate increments, giving you time to swallow until the bottle is drained.

“Good girl.” He purrs as his thumb slides across your lips, wicking away any drops that may have spilt.

His eyes are lidded heavily with a carnal lust you would recognize anywhere. The crimson hue of his irises is so vibrant that they look like polished glinting gems, and you’re captivated by the dazzling incandescence.

Astarion eases the pressure on your neck momentarily, checking to see if the bleeding has stopped before reapplying it.

“Did I hurt you?”

You shake your head, “Gentle as a babe.”

The tapered points of his ears are flushed rosy-pink, and his body is no longer clenched unnaturally. He looks happy, the way you like to see him, and you smile at him.

“What are you smiling at, my dear?”

Sighing softly, “You.”

“And why ever would that be?”

“You look happy.”

His eyebrows rise, and he cocks his head, “Perhaps, I overdid it.”

“No, you didn’t.” You bring your hand to the one he’s holding firmly against your neck and slide your fingers around his wrist, “I just like seeing you like this; the points of your ears flushed, your body relaxed, smiling. I like seeing you happy.”

His voice softens into a low, seductive timbre, “Is that so? Do you know when I am happiest?”

“Elbow deep in gore, if my memory serves me correctly.”

He chuckles, “Oh no, my love. I’m happiest when I’m deep in you.”

Promptly, you once again become exceedingly cognizant of his hard length pressed firmly against you. Using his index finger, he gently tilts your head so that you’re meeting his gaze. The passionate intensity in his eyes makes your heart leap, and you draw in a sharp breath. Your lips part intuitively as you stare back up at him, letting your eyes devour his beauty.

I should stop him.

He lowers his mouth to yours in a tender caress, and your eyes flutter closed. Your tongue traces his lips, and he parts them for you with a deep moan, allowing you to taste him. His mouth harbours the metallic tang of you, and it only pushes your arousal higher.

Your fingers nimbly pull the hem of his shirt free from his pants, desperate to feel his satiny, cool skin. Your hand glides up the contours of his lithe body greedily. You let out a shuddering breath as you feel the aching need in your already swelling flesh.

Astarion hugs you firmly to him as he walks you carefully backward until you’re anchored between him and your bedroom wall. His erection presses into you, and you grind against him, desperate for the gratifying friction. He groans, driving his hips further into you with an eager whimper.

He breaks the kiss off, nipping playfully at your lower lip, and looks down at you with heated eyes, half-lidded with arousal.

“Tell me what you want, my love, and it’s yours.”

What do I want?

Him.

Just him… forever.

You tremble against him, and your voice comes out in a breathless pant, “You.”

He trails his finger down your neck, featherlight across your chest and between your breasts.

Oh.

“You’re beautiful like this, you know. Skin flushed, teeming with need, begging to be tasted.”

Fuck.

His finger continues its lazy route down your stomach and over your belly button. Your skin prickles at the sensation, and tension coils hot in your abdomen. You can feel your knees buckle as the walls of your core spasm and contract.

So close.

He continues his relentless teasing advance. His fingers sweep under your night shirt and brush over the silk shorts covering your swollen clit, and you let out a shuddering breath.

“Fuck.” He hisses under his breath, “Tell me you want this. Tell me you want me.”

“Astarion…”

“I want to hear you say it.”

You feel bashful all of a sudden, heat rising to your face. Your voice quivers pleadingly, “I want you.”

Astarion pushes his hand past the waistband of your shorts, and his finger slips between your folds. You have to stop yourself from crying out at the decadent sensation of his bracing fingers cooling the fiery heat pooling between your legs.

The pad of his finger teases your clit, drawing leisurely circles around the swollen, pulsing bundle of nerves. You moan, bucking your hips, and sag into him.

Your bedroom door rattles loudly, and Gale’s muffled voice rings behind it, startling you, “Are you in there? Tara told me something is wrong with Astarion, and he’s not in his room.”

“Gods, his timing is horrendous,” Astarion whispers near your ear.

Or it’s perfect. I let that go too far.

Your entire body whines with displeasure as Astarion stops the delicious onslaught of sensation and withdraws his hand.

It takes you a moment to regain enough of your composure that your mind can coherently put words together again.

“Just a second!” You finally manage to call out.

You grab the robe hanging over the chair by your bed and slip into it in a rush. Astarion sits on your bed, hiding the obvious erection still prominent in trousers.

Your fingers still tremble from the adrenaline coursing through your veins, and you fumble with the lock on your door. Gale’s concerned face is awaiting you when you finally manage to open it.

“Were you still resting? I didn’t mean to wake you, but Tara-” He cuts off as his eyes fall on Astarion sitting casually on your bed, “Oh… I hope I’m not interrupting?”

Before Astarion can get a word in, you blurt out, “No, of course not. Tara woke me to say Astarion seemed unwell, so I went to check on him. Everything is fine.”

“Unwell?” Gale eyes the fresh bite mark marring the skin of your neck, “I see.”

Fuck. I forgot about that.

Feeling the need to explain yourself, and by extension Astarion, you continue with your hasty word vomit, “He was just hungry. Apparently, there aren’t a lot of animals roaming the forests around Waterdeep.”

“Hmmm, I’m sure,” Gale says skeptically, eyeing Astarion.

“Your neck is safe, wizard.”

“Yes. I see you’ve already found one to dine on.”

You don’t like the austere intonation of Gale’s voice or the weariness in shaded in his eyes.

“I offered, Gale.”

“Yes, of course you did.”

Astarion stands abruptly, “Thank you for the meal, darling. I’m feeling much less… grumpy. I best get some sleep. I am ever so tired .”

Astarion kisses your cheek and whispers in your ear, “This isn’t over.”

Gale watches Astarion with reservation as he disappears into his room.

“No animals in the forest, hm? And you believe him?”

“He can hear you, Gale.”

“I’m well aware.”

“Yes, I believe him. He has no reason to lie, and we have no reason to doubt him.”

“I would argue that your blood is a rather strong incentive to be untruthful.”

You shoot him with a warning look, irked by the judgemental undertone. It was your neck, your blood and your choice. Whether he believed Astarion or not was inconsequential.

He sighs, “It’s none of my business. You know him better than I, after all.”

Tara lopes down the hallway, rubbing herself on Gale’s legs as she weaves through them.

“Did you speak to the vampire about his conduct?”

“Yes, of course. He said he was ever so sorry, and he won’t throw anything at you ever again. He even promised he would warm your evening milk.” You raise your voice slightly even though you know you don’t have to, “Isn’t that right, Astarion?”

His voice echoes down the hall, muffled by his closed door, and you can hear the displeasure in it, “Indeed.”

Gale excuses himself, proclaiming that he has business in the city he must attend to. Closing your door, you rest your forehead against it, taking deep breaths.

That was too close, but at the same time, not nearly close enough.

Your body is still humming with anticipatory tension, yearning for his intoxicating caress. Your skin crawls with the prospect, and you shake your head, trying to dislodge your titillating thoughts. With a grumble, you ready yourself a bath in the large oval wooden tub and soak in it until the water becomes too tepid.

You spend the rest of your day doing idle chores, trying to keep your hands and mind busy enough that your thoughts stop drifting to what had occurred in your room that morning.

I will never be able to look at that wall the same.  

By late evening, you’re sitting by the fireplace in the grand hall, engrossed in your book. Tara lounges sprawled out in front of the hot flames leaping about in the fireplace.

You twitch, jolted by a light kiss placed on the top of your head.

“Sorry. Did I startle you?”

“You could make some sort of noise when you move about, you know.”

Astarion cocks his head, “I could… but where is the fun in that?”

He sits in the heavily padded chair across from you with a cunning smile on his roguishly handsome face.

Gods. He really is something else, isn’t he?  

“You delight in scaring people?”

“Darling, I’m a vampire. It’s in my nature.”

You roll your eyes at him, “Did you sleep well?”

“Like the dead.”

“Very funny.”

Astarion leans forward and eyes you raptly. The ambient light increases the cardinal lustre of his red eyes. Striking shadows cast bewitchingly over his debonair expression. A small half smile quirks up one side of his lips.

You cock your head at him, “What?”

“Come out with me tonight.”

You close the book, “Do you need help with something?”

“No, darling. I want to take you out… on a date.”

“A date?”

“Yes. Allow me to court you.”

“Court me?” You giggle, “You sound old.”

He chuckles, “Love, I AM old.”

“What would we go do?”

“Go to a tavern, go on a crime spree, rob someone. The possibilities are endless really.”

You nod, “Okay.”

“Truly?”

“You sound surprised. Did you expect me to say no?”

His finger comes to his lips, “Last I checked, friends don’t go on dates.”

I have let my misery shackle me for far too long. I’m sick of being afraid.

“They don’t,” you say bluntly, “But there’s something you must do first.”

“Anything.”

“You owe Tara warm milk.”

Astarion sags in his chair with a loud groan.

Tara’s head pops up, eyes suddenly alert, and her tail vibrates happily straight into the air, “It’s about time, vampire!”

He points at Tara, “This is your fault.”

You beam an angelic smile at him, “I’m sure I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Go get ready. I’ll warm the…,” he pauses, “Tressym, her bloody milk.”

“A man of his word.”

He lowers a haughty glower at you, his mouth twitching with the hint of a smile, “Go.”

You trot up the long staircase to your bedroom giddily. Butterflies carouse in your stomach and your heart flutters in tempo with the beating of their wings.

A date? We’ve been out countless times together, but Astarion has never asked me on an actual date.

You slip into a yellow, body-hugging sheathe dress with long sleeves. The delicate fabric is adorned by an embroidered dragon twirling from your chest, down your back and around your midsection. You pick a dress with a high neck to cover the fresh bite marks gracing your skin. Checking the mirror, you comb your hair and freshen your makeup before going downstairs.

You hear Tara scold Astarion, “It’s not warm enough, vampire.”

You have to stifle a laugh as you walk into the kitchen. Astarion is standing with the bowl of milk in 1 hand, and his other is pressed against his forehead, lamenting exasperation, as Tara stares at him scathingly through narrowed eyes.

“Having trouble?”

He hits you with an impatient look that slowly dissolves as his eyes explore you from head to toe and back again.

His mouth drops open, “You look exquisite.”

You giggle, soaking in his praise, “Let me help you with that.”

You slip the bowl of milk from his hand as he stands there in stunned rapture.

Fire springs to life in your palm, and you hover the bowl just above the licking blaze, warming the milk quickly. Placing the bowl on the ground, Tara starts to lap the warm milk with happy, resounding purrs.

“Astarion?”

“Yes?”

“You’re gawking.”

“Right. Apologies.” He bows shallowly, “Shall we go?”

“Lead on.”  

You and Astarion stroll through the dozing city. The streets are dimly lit by tall lanterns burning in precise increments on each side of the thoroughfare. You’re thankful this night feels warmer than most, or maybe it’s just your feverish excitement keeping the cold at bay.

You banter back and forth while you make your way into the center of nightlife here in Waterdeep. The walk is long, which takes longer as you and him stroll casually, enjoying each other's company.

The stars shine brightly overhead and flicker captivatingly as you stare at them. You feel Astarion’s hand bump up against you. You smile as his hand slides into yours, and your fingers interlock.

“I can’t believe you had me warm milk for that cat.”

“You threw a pillow at the TRESSYM.”

He huffs, “She was thumping about in my room!”

“I don’t see the problem. You warmed her milk the other night, did you not?”

He nods, “I did.”

“Why?”

“I needed her to deliver a message to a lovely, fiery sorceress. She needed convincing.”

“Why ask her to deliver the message at all?”

“I did not want you to think I ran off again.”

Oh…

He kisses the back of your hand, “You know this city better than I do. Where should we go get ourselves into trouble?”

You flash him a wicked smile, “I have an idea.”

“Oh, intriguing.”

“This way.”

You walk hand-in-hand, leading him through the winding avenues until you’re standing in front of the tavern called The Grinning Lion.

“This certainly looks upscale.”

“This is where the nobles come to overindulge. I want to play our game.”

His eyes widen in surprise, a devious grin stretches across his face, and he drags you, giggling, into the tavern.

The tavern is busy, as it was most nights. The walls are adorned with dark, heavily lacquered wood panelling. Opulent scones decorate them, casting their softly rocking illumination. Cabinets of obviously fraudulent battle trophies line the walls. Finely dressed nobles, patriars, and other well-off citizens pack the crowded room. They hoot and holler, calling out lascivious jeers.

Astarion smiles fiendishly, “Oh yes, this will do nicely.”

Astarion’s hand comes to the small of your back, and he leans close, “What would you like to drink?”

“Something hard.”

“Someone is feeling adventurous tonight. Find us a table. I’ll get the drinks.”

You nod to him and start to meander your way through the befuddled crowd. You turn your head slightly, but not enough to look at him.

Under your breath, you whisper, “And Astarion… Red jacket, blue piping, unsightly hat, greying beard.”

You weave your way through the throng, getting bumped into from time to time by some roaring drunk noble stumbling about. Finding a small table in a dim corner, you sit in the overtly pretentious chair and scan the rambunctious room.

It isn’t long before Astarion walks up and slides your drink over to you. You pick it up and take a small sip. Elquesstria, imported from Evereska - your favourite. He hits you with a striking, playful smile.

You lean back in your chair, “Did you manage?”

“What do you think?”

You hear the recognizable jingle of coin, and he smirks at you with a guileful expression, “We should endeavour to thank him before we retire.”

You giggle, taking another long sip of the succulent liquor. This was a game you and he had invented purely for amusement. You’d pick a mark for him, and he would relieve them of their coin or whatever else was in their pockets.

You point him towards progressively more difficult marks, trying to give him a challenge. If he successfully picks the pocket of every target, he wins; if you point him at someone and he either declines or gets caught, you win. The prize was whatever you two decided on after.

You have never won.

He was too good, an expert Rouge through and through, with centuries of practice and mastery of his skills behind him. His stealth and dexterity are unmatched.

You finish your glass in long gulps when you see the waitress heading for your table. Her eyes graze over Astarion, and her hips start to sway lewdly back and forth. She straightens herself elegantly and tugs on her shirt, revealing more of her ample cleavage. You stop yourself from groaning.

And it starts already.

The waitress puts her hand on the table, leaning close to him, closer than she needs to, “Can I get you something, Saer?”

He glances at your empty drink and orders you another. She nods curtly at him, “And for yourself?”

“Nothing for me.”

He stares straight past her, watching the crowd, and she huffs in frustration and stomps away. You can feel the alcohol going to your head already, and you giggle at her vexation with his complete dismissal of her transparent flirtation.

He cocks a brow at you and leans in, “What?”

Surely, he noticed that, right?

“Nothing.”

“Alright, love. Who is next on your hit list?”

Your finger idly taps the table, and you keep your eyes focused on him, “Light blue shirt, short blonde hair, ugly shoes.”

He nods, “You remember how to play well.”

It was something he had taught you so that you didn’t rouse suspicion. Scan the crowd, but don’t stare at any one person for too long. Pick a mark and watch from your peripheral vision to pick out the details if more are needed.

“I had a good teacher.”

Astarion sips his drink, “The best,” he winks, “I’ll be right back.”

He gets up from his chair and scans his surroundings, no doubt planning his route.

You keep your voice quiet. His sharp ears will hear you even in this raucous commotion, “Astarion.”

He hesitates but doesn’t look at you. He lowers his head and straightens his jacket - a signal to you that he’s listening.

“And the waitress.”

Astarion strides away into the crowd, and you keep your eyes cast down at the table. You want to watch him, but you know that would make it far too obvious. If someone were to notice your intense gaze following him, it would hamper his ability to slink through the rabble.

The waitress reappears and sets your drink down with a loud thud. She looks around, obviously looking for your earth-shatteringly handsome company, and then slaps you with a catty half-smile.

You look at her with the sweetest smile you can muster, “Thank you.”

She takes off with a huff and vanishes. You shake your head, laughing to yourself.

My jealous streak is alive and well, it seems.

Taking another long draw of your drink, you savour the slight burn as it slides down your throat. Your limbs start to tingle, and your inhibitions dwindle. You settle into this moment comfortably without fear and insecurity gnawing at you.

Astarion dodges around a particularly inebriated man awkwardly lumbering and takes his seat gracefully beside you. He grabs his drink and takes another small sip.

“The waitress hardly seemed a worthy target.”

You rest your head on your hand, “Is this your way of telling me you lost?”

He scoffs, “Hardly. A mere observation. I’m curious, why her?”

“She was stripping you with her eyes. I thought it only fair you strip her of her coin.”

His eyes meet yours, and he smirks, “You’re a merciless, jealous thing, aren’t you?”

Taking another gulp of your drink, you smile and shrug at him innocently.

“If you keep drinking like that, the night will be over far too quickly, darling.”

You bring your hand to your chest dramatically, “Are you insinuating I can’t hold my liquor, Astarion?”

“It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve had to carry you home.”

“Unlikely to be the last too.”

He chuckles, “Promises. Promises.”

You glance around the room, “Enlighten me, Astarion. Who would be the hardest mark here?”

His eyebrow cocks, “Asking me to give away trade secrets now? How very bold.” He smirks, sipping his drink, “I’m not sure I should. I do want to win, after all. I have my prize all picked out and everything.”

You drain your glass. You know that look and the suggestion intonation along with it.

The waitress appears at Astarion’s side with a bright grin and a tempestuous, sultry gaze, “Can I refresh that for you, Saer?”

She doesn’t even look your way, let alone meet your eyes, and you feel your palm warm with the unmistakable heat of your envy physically manifesting. You can’t help yourself, and you scoff out loud at her.

Astarion keeps a keen eye on you, ignoring her proximity to him, “Another drink for my wife.”

He takes your hand, placing an affectionate kiss across your knuckles. You sputter, nearly choking on the air, and the heat emanating from your palm retreats with the rush of astonishment.

His wife... Gods, why does that sound so good?

The waitress shoots herself upright, her face flushes, and she backs away from him swiftly, “Right away, Saer.”

She scurries off in an uncoordinated hurry. You would laugh had you not been staring at him in bewilderment.

“Your wife?”

“Don’t worry, friend, you’re all but green with envy, not to mention that twitchy palm of yours. I thought you might enjoy seeing her flounder.”

You stare at him, mystified. The spirits make your head feel fuzzy, and your heart feels like it’s shot up and lodged in your throat. Your thoughts revolve dizzyingly.

The waitress returns and plunks your glass in front of you with a fake smile. He nods to her curtly, and she hurries back off.

You grab your glass and swallow several big sips, draining half of it, before returning it to the table.

Astarion looks around, anxiously glancing away from you and back, “Did I overstep?”

Your voice comes out in a breathy sigh, “No.”

He smiles, “I do not often see you lost for words. What’s going on in your head?”

“Nothing, just…” you shake your head, trying to get a hold of yourself, “Nothing. You were about to enlighten me before we were rudely interrupted.”

“Was I?”

You find your confidence, “Yes, I believe you mentioned something about trade secrets.”

“Oh no, darling,” he tuts, “I mean to win tonight.”

“Consider the game won.”

“I win?”

You nod, “If you teach me what a Rogue looks for.”

“And my prize?”

“We can discuss that on the way back.”

“Deal.”

Astarion reaches over, grabs the spindly leg of your chair, and drags it across the floor until you’re right beside him. He leans in close, and you inhale his intoxicating scent.

“Do you see the man sitting at the large round table in the middle of the room? Tan shirt, sweat stains, grotesquely stiff moustache?”

You quickly scan the room, not allowing your eyes to linger too long on any particular area, “The large man?”

He nods, “The very one.”

You look at him quizzically and tilt your head just enough to see the man in your peripherals, searching for reasons he would be the toughest mark here. All you can make out is that he is stationary, and due to his location in the room, a number of people are huddled around him.

“Care to elaborate?”

Astarion’s eyes are full of beaming delight. He always did love teaching you his craft, even if you were terrible at it. It makes your heart leap.

“Tell me what you see.”

“He’s in the middle of the room, naturally where most of the people congregate, and he doesn’t move from his chair often, if at all.”

“Very good, darling,” he purrs, “he’s in the pathway for the waiters and waitresses, meaning they check in with him most often. The counter is in front of him, so there’s always someone observing. There’s also an oil lamp on the beam to the left that brightens the area, which, naturally, people will gravitate to.”

You nod your understanding and wait for him to continue.

“As you so astutely observed, he doesn’t move often - in the dark, that would be an advantage, but not in well-lit areas. Also, his coat and pants are rather… tight,” his face twists in disgust, “and wet. I don’t have to explain that one to you, surely.”

You giggle at the revulsion twisting his face, levelling a challenging glare at him, “Are you saying you couldn’t do it?”

He snickers, “With time and patience, anything can be done, but I would not touch that man if he had all the coin in Faerûn. He’s positively sodden. I can smell him from here.”

“Even if it meant you would lose?”

“For you, my dear, I would do anything, but surely you don’t mean to go back on our deal?”

You polish off your drink, “No. I am a woman of my word. You win… for tonight.”

“Good. Shall we go? I fear the walk back will take us until sunrise as you stumble about.”

“You have no faith in me, Astarion. I would always cast Fly.”

He snickers at you, “You would likely Fly straight into a building.”

You can’t help but laugh.

He’s probably right.

“I’ll go settle up.”

You nod, “I’ll wait for you outside. I’m not sure how much more obnoxious yelling I can handle.”

“Don’t stray too far, love.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.”

He grins and departs, once again lost to the crowd. You twist your way through the unruly horde and let yourself out. The crisp night air feels refreshing in your lungs, and you drink in it. The tavern air felt unnaturally warm, carrying the sour fragrance of stale spirits and body odour.

Chilled by the breeze, you cross your arms over yourself and wander a little way towards the street.

“My wife.”

You hear Astarion’s voice in your head and smile to yourself giddily. Perhaps it’s the liquor influencing you, but you finally feel like you’re ready to stop running from him, from yourself, and your feelings. You hope you wake up in the morning with the same unwavering resolve.

The unsteady slapping of hard-soled boots on the pavement wrests you out of your hazy thoughts.

“Saer, I thought that was you.”

With a cringe, you turn and see a heavily wavering man. He looks almost like a sapling tree caught in a high wind as he sways from one side to the other on his feet, stumbling to keep his balance.

“Aldous.”

Small Notes:

Thank you to all those who read/like/comment/follow/reblog/etc. It gives me the confidence to keep posting, and I am grateful for the support!

I am SO tempted to write more date nights for Tav because this was incredibly fun!

AO3: [Cross-Posted]

Chapter Master List - Shadows of the Past

If you're interested, I also write fanfic for Ascended Astarion x Spawn Tav - Fangs and Fractured Hearts

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[skymaiden32]

The Nightly Round

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Fandom: Thunderbirds

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Thundertober Day 1: Father

Jeff does his nightly check on the boys.

Continuity: TOS

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Jeff yawned, stretching out as he finally put his pen down, and glanced up at the clock that was hanging next to his desk. Time to check on his sons for the night, he thought. He’d been doing it from the very first day he and Lucy had brought Scott home, and very rarely missed a night, even when they’d all moved out. Tonight was no different. 

First up was Alan. He’d usually be in bed by now, but every once in a while he’d stay up. It seemed, Jeff thought as he peeked into his son's room, that tonight was one of those nights. Alan was nowhere to be seen. Jeff sighed. He’d find him at some point, probably with one of his brothers. 

Time to check on Gordon. Right now, his water-loving son would be finishing up his late-night swim. Jeff made his way back to the lounge and walked up onto the balcony, smiling as he saw Gordon glide through the water. Well, he always hated to ruin the aquanaut’s fun, but the sooner he was in bed the better. 

“Gordon!” He called out, causing his son to stop in his tracks. He didn’t need to elaborate any further; Gordon was already pulling himself out of the pool, having been through the whole song and dance everyday since the very first night on the island. “Have you seen Alan?” Jeff asked. “He’s not in his room.”

Gordon absentmindedly dried his hair with his towel as he answered his father. “Haven’t seen him since dinner, I’m afraid…” He admitted. 

“Alright. Thanks anyway Gordon. Don’t forget-”

“I know, I know.” The aquanaut interrupted. “Dry off and then straight to bed.” He resisted the urge to eyeroll. “You’re starting to sound like a broken record every night.”

Jeff watched as his son left the poolside and disappeared into the lounge, and raised his watch up to eye-level. “Calling Thunderbird 5 from Jeff Tracy. Come in, John.”

It was a few moments before his middle son answered, ready for bed in that questionable dressing gown of his. Then again, Jeff supposed his own fashion choice wasn’t much better. “Jeff Tracy from Thunderbird 5. Hi Dad!” John grinned, already knowing what this was all about. “Making the rounds?”

Jeff nodded. “Yes, I am. Better finish off up there, because when I call back I’ll be expecting you in bed.”

John chuckled. “Gladly. It’s been a busy day…” He sighed, thinking about the flood International Rescue had just returned home from.

“All the more reason for you boys to get a good night's rest.” Jeff reasoned. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted one of his other sons walking towards him from the beach's general direction. “Evening Virgil!” The second eldest simply grunted tiredly in acknowledgment as he walked past. Jeff knew he’d be in bed straight away.

“Well, with Mr Gloomy Gus on his way up,” The astronaut on his watch face grinned. “I’ll let you deal with Smotherhen by yourself…”

“Really?” Jeff raised an eyebrow. “Not even for moral support?” If anyone on the island could be considered an insomniac, it was definitely Scott. He'd never been particularly good at keeping a healthy sleep schedule, even as a baby. Not to mention the eldest of his boys liked to make his own rounds to make sure his brothers were safe and sound in their beds.

“I’m afraid, Father dearest…” John’s voice broke into his thoughts. “That you’re just going to have to deal with our resident insomniac yourself.” He switched off after that.

Jeff lowered his watch, making for the main house, locking the balcony door as he entered, and jumped when he heard a very familiar voice. “Hello again, Dad!” He spun around quickly, recognising his fourth son, now clad in his own pyjamas. 

“Gordon, jeez…” He breathed out shakily. “Don’t scare people like that!”

“Sorry, Father. Couldn’t resist…” The aquanaut stepped a little bit closer. “Just thought I’d tell you before I turned in that Scott came in with Alan a few minutes ago. He’s got a handle on it.”

Jeff smirked. “I thought he might. I’ll go say night to both of them anyway. Goodnight, Gordon!”

“Goodnight, Father.” Gordon walked into his room at the exact moment Scott left Alan’s.

His eldest raised a finger to his lips, a clear sign that Alan was already asleep. Jeff’s voice dropped to a whisper. “Where was he?”

“Thunderbird 3.” Scott whispered back. “He wanted to give the operating systems a check up right before bed. I found him sleeping on the main console.”

“I’m not surprised. That rescue looked exhausting.” Jeff started, giving Scott a meaningful look. “For all of you.”

Scott shrugged. “Dad, I’m fine. It wasn’t that bad.”

“Son, you were out there for two days straight. You must’ve all pulled out a couple dozen people each.” Jeff laid everything out bare. “Not to mention liaising with the right authorities and other rescue teams.” He put a hand on his son’s shoulder. “You need to sleep, Scott.”

“At least let me-” Scott began, before Jeff raised a hand to interrupt.

“Your brothers are all in bed, I made sure of it. And now I’m gonna make sure you’re in bed too…”

Scott sighed, finally letting the tension he’d had for the last 48 hours go. “Now that you mention it,” He yawned. “I guess I had better go to bed. Night, Father.”

“Goodnight, son.” Jeff watched him go, shaking his head fondly. He lifted his watch for the second time that evening. “John-”

His elder blond son was on in an instant. “I’m already there.” Sure enough, there he was in Thunderbird 5’s living quarters, curled up in a little ball in the bed. “The others?”

“All sorted. You’re off duty now, John.” But he received no answer. John was already asleep. Jeff grinned, another nightly round well and truly over.

“Jefferson Grant Tracy!” His mother’s voice drifted down the hall, causing him to jump a few feet in the air. “You come to bed now!”

“Yes, Mother! I’m coming…”

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[eris-snow]

𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭, 𝐌𝐲 𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐭

Tags: Deku's birthday series 2023, izuku x fem!reader, angst

The boy who’d always give you those wonderful, heart soothing laughter or weary cautions whenever you climbed up a tree.

I’m actually pretty excited! This will be my first time spending my birthday with someone other than Kacchan! I’m so glad that it’s with you too.

-Izuku

You stare at the note on your door, taking note of everything. The way you pluck the green post-it note off and hide it in your pocket. The way your lips naturally curve upwards when you read his words of painful, blissful obliviousness of his tone to you.

You cherish it, remember it, hoard the memories you share with him because if he can’t remember them, you’ll have to do it for the both of you.

“It’s not your first time, though…” You sigh, tracing the paper with trembling fingers.

With all these firsts for him, it’ll be your last before his memory is wiped again.

“You’re lucky I love you, Zuku.”

--

You fully expect something to go wrong today in class when Aizawa asks you to stay back for a talk. Izuku shoots you a worried look, to which you reply with your own confused one with a shrug. He then points at the door, signalling that he was going to wait outside, and you nod your head, smiling at your silent conversation.

Little quirks like this were things you’d reintroduced, and it made it even more sweeter when Izuku gives you a blindingly bright smile in return.

Ochaco looks between the both of you and frowns, everything communicated completely flying over her head.

Curiously, you make your way to Aizawa’s sleeping bag with your bag slung over your shoulder.

“You wanted to see me, Aizawa-sensei?”

He slides his papers into his file, not glancing up once. “How are you holding up?”

The question catches you off guard and causes you to sputter out a, “Sorry, what?” which gets Aizawa rolling his eyes.

“How are you holding up?” He repeats, not a drop of condescension in his voice.

It makes you ease a little, and feel a little touched. Aizawa had always been hard to read, but it was made abundantly apparent that the students that didn’t get expelled in the first 2 months of his class were safely guided to his “I care about these idiots club”.

And the fact that he knew about the Quirk Accident gave him all the more reason to keep an eye on you during this time of the year.

“Not great,” You admit, wrapping your arms around yourself. “But I’ll make it through. I always do.”

“A car can make its way through a hurricane, but it’ll look all banged up with stains and dents. I don’t want the same to happen to you.”

“Yeah, well,” You smile sadly, eyes meeting his. “I don’t really have a choice, do I?”

Aizawa doesn’t flinch. Instead, he stares back and replies. “Bakugou has informed me of whatever you’ve learnt from the visit to Tartarus, but I suspect he withheld a little information from me. I assume it was personal because he would tell us if it was important.”

The hardened look in his eyes softened. “Have you been going for your scheduled therapy sessions to at least time someone about it?’

“I haven’t been going at all,” You confess. “I didn’t want to spend the better half of this month talking about this with her,” The ‘her’ was referring to your therapist, who was kind and patient and always willing to hear you out.

When you see Aizawa’s gaze start to harden, you quickly add. “I’ll need a whole lot more sessions after Izuku’s birthday. I don’t want to lose a second because of my problems—”

“L/n, not everything revolves around Midoriya. Your problems are way more important than him.”

“Izuku is my problem!” You counter. “But I get what you’re saying. And uh, thanks. For, you know,” You pause thoughtfully. “Checking up on me.”

“A lot of people care about you, L/n. Including Katsuki and me. Don’t try to do this all alone.” Aizawa says, a rare smile emerging. But just as fast as it came, it left.

Finally, you bow your head.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.”

--

“You’ve definitely gotten faster,” You pout, guzzling water like your life depended on it.

Currently, you both were chilling on a bench and enjoying the wind. One of your first bonding activities last year was going for runs around the U.A. facilities. It didn’t require talking, nor did it require interaction. But you were always there trying to make him laugh, no matter what occasion.

He always did, on one of those runs. “We should do this more often. It’s the first time in a long while since we got to do this.” Izuku comments, tipping the lid of the bottle to his mouth too. “Honestly, I don’t know why we stopped.”

Your last run with him, on the country. He didn’t have to know that, though.

Izuku didn’t have to know a lot of things.

On one particularly hard day, a day when both your brains had been fried and both your bodies were on the verge of going boneless, you had stopped by a nearby bench to take a break. Curiously, you still gave him a bright smile after the run.

Wind blows the hair in your ponytail around wildly as you grin at him cheekily.

“Watch this,” You told him, patting a nearby tree. It’s steady and strong, but your next move horrifies him when you start climbing like a monkey, settling atop a tree branch like an animal that belonged there.

“Get down from there!’ Izuku had insisted, the gentle gale picking up into a warm, summer breeze. “Y-You shouldn’t do that! This is school property—!”

“I’m not breaking anything,” You grin cocksurely, eyes looking deep into his like it was a challenge. “There’s no rule in the school handbook saying that you couldn’t climb on trees. Besides, it’s cooler up here.”

As if to emphasise your point, you lean your head upward and relish the pleasant breeze.

You’d looked so calm and assured, confident in your own ability with a mentality as strong as a fortress.

How could he not like you?

It wasn’t in a romantic way, at least not at that time and not yet now.

But it was something about your innocent outlook and your eyes closed as you enjoy the wind that made him want to climb up there with you too.

“Let’s go for more runs together after my birthday,” Izuku smiles, looking at you with expectant eyes. “It’ll be the first time in a long while.”

You mirror the smile the best you can, not wanting to lie. “Whatever you say, Zuku.”

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I have a present for you. It’ll be your first present that you receive from me, and the last one I give to you.

#mha #mha fanfiction #deku x reader #izuku x y/n #izuku x reader #izuku midoriya #midoriya izuku #bnha midoriya #midoriya x y/n #Deku's birthday series 2023

[xeymol]

Woah new pinned post jumpscare.

Hello I’m pie, you can call me whatever you want tbh. pie, xey, xeymol, weird void cup, whatever as long as it’s not mean i don’t care lmao

(Used to be known as SoggyMuppet)

Some important information about me:

- i am EXTREMELY nervous and shy so I apologize if I tend to be awkward with any interactions with anyone

- I may be shy but I don’t mind getting asks, I actually kinda love getting them wither it be answering actual questions or getting doodle requests

- I absolutely love and adore making gifts for people especially if I consider them a friend so gifts for others should be a fairly common sight

- I tend to go for long periods of time without posting, it’s not because I feel I need a break or because I have artblock (may possibly be the case at some point actually) but it happens because I just have a genuinely hard time getting my ideas on paper

- if you ever want to send an ask but your Nervous or I seem scary please know I’m quite harmless and I don’t mind getting asks, it may take me awhile to respond but do know It’s nothing against you and I either just haven’t checked my notifications yet or I’m just taking awhile to type my answer (possibly also drawing something to go with it)

- I am extremely apologetic so I apologize if that gets annoying, I’m just a strong overthinker and I get overwhelmed by it easily which leads to me apologizing a lot for very small thingys

- unreasonably anxious and overly sensitive, if your going to be rude to me please at least be straight up, I can’t tell if or when someone is being jokingly mean and that causes me to overthink and become stressed

- I am very forgetful, some things leave my head instantly so I need to be reminded of things multiple times

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Random Info:

- my persona is some sort of Eldritch creature made of void with a cup for their head, their name is granola

- I absolutely ADORE birds, I can’t draw them for shit but I love seeing pictures of them

- I am not funny. my humor is absolutely horrible, I try to stay family friendly on here but an adult joke might slip sometimes, though I do cuss a lot so I guess I’m not very family friendly💀

- I genuinely do not make sense half the time and when I do it’s either weird or concerning, I’ll say shit like “holy shit Freddy fazbear in portal 2 real not clickbait?!?!?!?!“ or “will skin you alive then boogie on your corpse” and other strange shit, I have something wrong with me✨

- I have horrible grammar and spelling, autocorrect loves to fuck me over so I’m sorry if a sentence ever comes out wrong on accident

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My main interests right now are:

- space

- horror/body horror

- making strange critters

- a few of my personal projects

- don’t starve/don’t starve together

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I usually make fanart for whatever fandom I’m in at the moment but there’s a rare chance I may share if stuff and or original story’s I’m working on, most of what I post is doodles but there is a rare case of fully rendered art. I might post kinda gorey or body horror and genuinely just spooky art one day and if I do I’ll definitely put a warning and try my best to tag it properly, I enjoy making sorta cutesy silly shitposts most the time and I tend to get sorta extreme with my facial expressions lol. I’ve been drawing for technically all my life really, I’m not the best but I’m very devoted to art and designing characters and story’s, my art tends to have heavy shading and overall a sort of dark atmosphere and that’s just due to my immense love for horror and spooky vibes

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Anyways that’s all I have for now, I’ll add to this if I ever have anything more I feel I should add

Goodbye for now, hope you have a lovely day/evening/night💕

___________________________________________________________________________________________________Commission status: currently open🔥

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[dxncingwithastrxnger]

i knew from the first time, i'd stay for a long time (Inotan)

A/N: Tada!!! Day 3!!! Super late and since it's past midnight for me, technically not posted in time, but oh well!! I actually really love this one more than I thought I would, tbh, and I actually finished up the majority of this just in the last few hours cause I was determined to get it finished and posted tonight so that I'll have all day to focus on tomorrow's story!! This one is just filled with fluff all the way through, so enjoy!!!

Pairing(s): Inosuke x Tanjiro, Zenitsu x Nezuko (Implied, kinda?)

Prompt: Day 3: Meet-cutes

Summary: Tanjiro's day is full of disasters that leaves his head reeling, but just when he thinks he's officially experienced the worst day of his adult life, something very special happens.

Tag(s): Fluff, like honestly that's the only tag I can think of to add, besides Tanjiro being an absolute disaster himself 💀

Word Count: 2,731

Song Inspiration: I Like Me Better By Lauv

Not beta'd, all mistakes are my own.

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[Read on AO3]

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At first, everything was going fine. It was great, even. Tanjiro was going about his day just as he usually does. He wakes up at six, starts a pot of coffee, jumps into the shower, gets dressed, makes breakfast, feeds his new dog, Axel, lets Axel into the backyard for awhile, checks his email, and calls Nezuko. All perfectly normal things for a Wednesday during summer break.

Then, on a call with Nezuko, he calls Axel back inside, puts on his shoes, grabs his wallet and keys, and leaves the house to run some errands. He listens to Nezuko catch him up on everything she’s been up to for the past week, Zenitsu occasionally making comments in the background, and Tanjiro enjoys his day so far.

But it all starts turning to shit when he steps into the grocery store and…immediately trips and falls flat on his face. Groaning in pain and face red from embarrassment, he pushes himself up and grabs his phone, which had slid about a foot away from him, grateful the screen isn’t cracked.

“-jiro? Everything alright?” Nezuko’s asking when he puts the phone back to his ear, brushing dirt off of his knees.

“Yeah, I’m fine, Nez, just tripped and fell. Dropped my phone, too.” He explains with a pout as he walks over to the cart and tugs one out.

Nezuko giggles, the sounds of dishes being washed as she cleans up from the breakfast that Zenitsu had made earlier. “You and your two left feet, brother.”

“Hey, it’s not that bad anymore, okay? I’ve been doing really well at not falling over this week.” He points out stubbornly, forcing himself not to whine like a child.

“Yes, because it’s perfectly normal for someone to keep track of how many times they fall in a day.” Nezuko quips teasingly.

“Tanjiro, don’t make me get out our old fall counter board, we haven’t had to use that since middle school.” He hears Zenitsu call from somewhere nearby Nezuko.

Tanjiro groans again, throwing his head back in exasperation as he pushes the cart towards the back of the store. “Guuuyyysssss!” He whines, unable to help himself. Both of them laugh, finding amusement in his misery. Reaching for a few bags of soba noodles and udon noodles and placing them into his cart, quickly stopping a bowl of pre-made ramen from falling off of the shelf before continuing down the aisle.

“Oh, hey, Tanjiro.” Zenitsu suddenly says in his ear, as if he’s taken the phone from Nezuko. “Have they sent you the email about the new P.E. teacher yet?” He asks.

“Huh?” He raises an eyebrow at the question as he reads the label on a box of crackers. “No, I don’t think so, though it may have just been delayed. I’ll check my email for it again later today, though. Why?”

Zenitsu scoffs. “Apparently the guy’s been in America for the past decade, just moved back to Japan recently. He needs a reminder on how things work in our schools, I guess, and Himejima wants us to be his, like, “buddies”, help him out a bit.”

“Wait, really?” He questions, surprised. “That’s new. Not everyday we get someone who’s been away from Japan that long. Was he born here, do you know?”

“Yeah, he was born here. Don’t know much else though, not like he’s gonna give us the guy’s whole life story or anything.” He hears something on the other end that sounds a lot like sweeping.

“Yeah, I know, I was just curious. Seems like a nice way to make a new friend, though.” Tanjiro hums, adding soy sauce into his cart alongside rice, chocolate mochi, beef, and eggs.

“Yeah, says the guy who’s managed to befriend literally all of our coworkers since we’ve started working there.” His best friend snorts.

“Not all of them.” Tanjiro frowns. “Still haven’t been able to win over Shinizugawa. Either one of them.” He sighs.

“Screw the Shinizugawa brothers, they’re both assholes.” The blonde mutters and Tanjiro can hear the pout in his voice.

“You’re just upset because Sanemi won best teacher over you.” Tanjiro rolled his eyes with a smile.

“He’s the rudest person I’ve ever met, Tanjiro! There’s no way that his students like him that much! Those results were rigged and I’ll accept nothing less!” Zenitsu exclaims indignantly.

He laughs at his friend’s argument, but it quickly dies down when a container of panko slips out of his hand and to the floor, bursting open and spilling all over the place. “Ah, shit!” He curses.

“Tanjiro Kamado, what a dirty word that’s come out of you.” He hears on the other end of the phone, a voice that he vaguely registers as Nezuko again, but he’s only halfway paying attention as an employee comes over, bringing a sign to place over the mess until a broom can be brought over to clean it up.

“I’ll pay for it.” He promises, placing a hand over his phone mic. The employee shakes his head, reassuring him that it’s not necessary no matter how much he insists. He internally sighs. The second disaster in the past hour, not exactly a great start to what he knows is already gonna be a long day.

He takes a moment to speak on the phone again. “Listen, guys, I got some more errands to run and I don’t wanna run out of phone battery, so I’m gonna go. I’ll call again later or tomorrow?” He asks.

“Yeah, of course, Tanji, do what you need to do.” Nezuko reassures him.

“Okay, great. I love you guys.” He says warmly.

“Love you, too!”

“Love you. Give Axel lots of treats for me, okay?”

Tanjiro rolls his eyes. “You’re not supposed to spoil my dog more than me, Zenny.” He points out. All he gets in reply is a laugh and he shakes his head at the man as he hangs up the phone and puts it in his pocket.

The rest of his errand run consists of many more incidents, each one worse than the other. Knocking over a display of boxed snacks, almost accidentally running a red light when it changed too quickly, dropping a few books and grabbing the attention of everyone inside the small bookstore he was browsing, tripping and falling again, this time gaining a few new cracks on his phone. Then, it starts raining in the middle of him walking through a parking lot towards his car, the clouds pouring down on him, a bag of dog food splits open at the pet store and that time, he did pay for it, then his usual lunch place closed early and once he finally made it home, his car decides to inform him that one of his tires has started to lose some of its air.

Pulling into the driveway of his house, he parks and turns it off before throwing his head back and running his hands down his face, moaning out his misery. The universe is truly testing him today. Hopefully, he can still turn it around. He gets out of his car and starts the long process of getting all of his bags of food and other items into his house, thinking the whole time about how much easier the whole thing would be with two people rather than just one.

An hour later, everything now inside and completely put away finally, he stands in the kitchen and looks out the window, enjoying the view. Despite the earlier downpour, it’s still very nice out and the sun has made its way out of the clouds once more. He looks down at Axel, his two year old mixed breed laying on the floor and staring up at him.

He smiles at him fondly. “C’mon, Axel, how does a walk sound?” Tanjiro asks him, patting his thigh and walking towards the front door. Axel immediately perks up and follows him, nails clicking against the floor as he trots out of the kitchen and across the living room. Tanjiro grabs his leash from the hook beside the door and bends down to hook it to his collar, making sure he still has his phone, keys, and wallet on him before stepping out the door and closing and locking it behind him.

Tanjiro hums softly to himself as they walk through his neighborhood and a few blocks farther, going at a steady, easy pace as he makes his way to one of his favorite parks. Axel thoroughly enjoys the walk, panting and trotting along, occasionally barking or yipping as he watches everything around them.

Once reaching the park, they wander around for awhile, Tanjiro smiling softly at all the families and kids running around, watching the animals skitter about, stopping and admiring a few plants and flowers that have started to bloom since he was last there.

He’s been out for about an hour and a half now when, suddenly, Axel starts barking and pulling at his leash roughly, causing Tanjiro to stumble forward as he holds tight to his dog’s leash and tries to keep him in place. “Hey! Axel! Calm!” He orders, though it seems as if Axel didn’t even hear him. He looks around to look for anything that could’ve made him act this way, but he sees nothing out of place from just a few minutes ago. Thankfully, Axel’s reaction doesn’t seem violent, exactly, just excited, but he still needs him to calm down.

Axel tries even harder to get away now, twisting and jumping, gaining the attention of people nearby and Tanjiro starts to panic slightly. “Axel, baby, please, calm down.” He says gently, hoping for a different reaction than before but there isn’t a single change in Axel. And then, right as he reaches out to touch the reddish-brown canine, Axel twists, faces his head downwards, rears back, and suddenly his neck is bare, having managed to slip out of his collar, and Tanjiro is now gasping as his dog starts running full speed across the park.

“No! Axel!!” He shouts, keeping hold of the leash and collar as he sprints after Axel, that small panic he felt before increasing tenfold. He runs as fast as he can after him, praying that there aren't any other dogs around right now. Other people? Axel gets along great with. Other dogs? Not so much. Tanjiro’s learned that the hard way. It’s why they don’t go to dog parks anymore.

Damn this day, damn it all. He curses mentally, completely hating every second that he hasn’t caught up to his dog yet. Every single bad scenario ran through his head, all of them leading to him losing his dog and the pain that rocks through his chest at such a thought makes him grit his teeth.

Finally, finally, he sees Axel coming to a stop. But his relief is quickly wiped away when he realizes that Axel is stopping right in front of another dog. “Shit. Axel!!” He shouts once more, stumbling to a stop right behind him, bending down and placing his hands on his knees as he tries to catch his breath, never taking his eyes off of his dog.

“Uh, hey, dude, you good?” Someone asks, most likely the owner of the other dog.

“N-no, Axel, h-he’s not-” Tanjiro pauses, straightening up as he realizes. A fight hasn’t broken out yet. Axel hasn’t attacked. He looks at his dog and watches as Axel simply sniffs curiously at the other dog in front of him, which appears to be an all white husky. “...not good with other dogs…” He trails off, watching the interaction with disbelief.

“Well, seems like he likes my Senshi just fine.” The other man says.

Tanjiro finally turns to look at him and is immediately stunned. Standing in front of him is a man a few inches shorter than him with long, black to blue ombre hair pulled up into a loose bun and the brightest green eyes he’s ever seen. The man is wearing a gray, sleeveless, hooded sports vest with blue outlining and accents, the zipper only halfway up, and a pair of loose, blue track pants. He’s got one hand in his vest pocket and the other hanging by his side, holding onto a purple leash. Tanjiro gulps as his eyes trace over the man’s muscular arms, quickly looking back to his face.

“S-Senshi?” He speaks up, looking to the man’s dog and back to him again. “That’s the pup’s name?” He asks curiously.

“Yep!” The man confirms, popping the ‘p’ with a grin. “She’s gorgeous, isn’t she?” He turns to his dog, looking at her with pride. “She’s part husky, part wolf.”

Tanjiro raises an eyebrow at him. “Seriously? That’s awesome.” He says. He looks to Senshi and Axel and watches as the two of them circle each other slowly, before sniffing at each other’s faces, getting so close that their noses are nearly pressed together. “Axel doesn’t usually get along with other dogs, no matter the gender. I’ve never seen him be so nice to one before.” He admits.

He turns back to her owner as he shrugs. “That’s just Senshi, she’s good at making friends.” The man informs him.

“Usually I am as well.” Tanjiro sighs, taking a step forward to bend down and stop Axel’s friend making just long enough to put his collar back on, feeling much more relieved once it’s secure. “I’m Tanjiro. Tanjiro Kamado.” He stands back up and holds his hand out to the black-haired man.

“Inosuke Hashibira.” Inosuke grabs his hand in a firm, strong grip, shaking it once and lingering. If Tanjiro didn’t know any better, he’d say that there’s a hint of flirtation in the other man’s eyes as he continues. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Tanjiro feels warmth in his cheeks as he pulls his hand back, smiling warmly. “The same to you, Inosuke.” His eyes flicker to the dogs who have now started yipping and playfully pawing at each other, chewing his lip thoughtfully. “You know…considering Axel doesn’t usually make friends, it’d be kinda nice if we could have some playdates every once in awhile with the two of them.” He suggests shyly, looking away from the other man. “I-If that’s something that you’d be o-okay with, it’s not like you have to say yes o-or anything like that.” He fidgets with his hands, holding them in front of him.

Inosuke lets out a deep chuckle that fills Tanjiro up with a warmth he’s unfamiliar with, but it’s not unwelcome. “That sounds like a lot of fun. Besides, I just moved back here not that long ago, it’d be nice to have someone to help me get used to how things work around here again.”

That time, there’s no mistaking the flirty tone of his voice and Tanjiro knows his cheeks are pink as he looks back at him. “Well, I am a teacher, so I suppose it wouldn’t be too difficult to reintroduce you to the basics.” Tanjiro flirts back, as rusty as he may be with such a thing.

There’s a sparkle in those green eyes that pull him in, the feeling only increased with every word out of the other man’s mouth. “What a coincidence, I’ll be starting out as a P.E. teacher in the fall at the high school a few blocks away from here.” Inosuke informs him.

Tanjiro’s eyes widen at his words. “Wait, no way, you’re the new P.E. teacher my friend, Zenitsu was telling me about?” He questions. “Him and I are supposed to be your learning buddies once the school year starts back up again!” I tell him. “He was just telling me about that earlier today.” The redhead laughs at the coincidence.

Inosuke’s eyes light up with surprise as well. “Well, damn, look at that.” He laughs lightly, Tanjiro joining in his amusement. “I can’t wait to get a head start on that, then.” He says.

“Yeah?” Tanjiro asks.

Inosuke steps forward, closer to him. “Yeah. We get together, let the pups play. And then you and I, we can spend some time together.” He says, his voice quieter than before. “Get to know each other a little better.”

Tanjiro bites his lip as a giddy grin spreads across his face. “Sounds good to me.” Maybe today wasn't so bad after all.

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A/N: What did you think?? Inotan first meeting and getting straight to flirting just makes me feel all warm and fuzzy, hehe. But also, since I didn't find a way to mention in the actual story itself, Axel is a mix between a rhodesian ridgeback, an australian cattle dog, and a chow. I used to have a dog with those exact same breeds and he was the sweetest. And to anyone who doesn't know, Senshi is actually "warrior" in Japanese. Seemed like a pretty fitting thing for Inosuke to name his dog, imo. But anyways, I hope you enjoyed and thank you for reading!!!

#purple_strxnger #purple_strxnger_stories #kny #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #inotan #inosuke x tanjiro #tanjiro x inosuke #inosuke hashibira x tanjiro kamado #tanjiro kamado x inosuke hashibira #kny fanfiction #kny fanfic #kny au #demon slayer fanfiction #demon slayer fanfic #demon slayer au #inotan fanfiction #inotan fanfic #inotan au #inosuke hashibira #tanjiro kamado #fluff #inotan fluff #inotan week 2023 #inotanweek2023

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ɞ ― flufftober [2022] !

hey y’all! i’ve decided to try doing flufftober this year! i can’t promise to deliver on all the requests within the month of october as i’m a full-time student, but i’ll try my best. if i connect with it i’ll for sure write it at some point, but if i can’t write it for any reason i’ll respond to your ask and let you know! 

here’s how it works!

below the cut i’m gonna be listing fluffy [or potentially angsty] prompts to choose from. to request, send the request and the character you’re making the request for into my inbox. once i accept a request, i’ll cross out the prompt on this list, that way i don’t get too overwhelmed (if i’m feeling up to it later on, i might add more prompts to the list so don’t worry so much, it just kind of depends on how i’m feeling!). i’ll write the request whenever i get the chance and respond to your ask when it’s done with a link to the post. check here to see who i write for, and feel free to check here for which asks have been accepted or to see if i’ve made progress on any requests. i simply don’t have the time to be posting content every single day, but i wanted to do something for october because it’s my favorite month of the year (and not because of halloween). also, if you want to be tagged in new posts, drop into my inbox telling me about what you’d like to be tagged in and i can do that for you!

feel free to send any suggestions for additions to my inbox, or just give me your thoughts/input on the event (as long as they’re kind)! you have until october 31st at midnight to submit requests for the event. happy flufftober, y’all!!

DISCLAIMER: IF YOU’RE A PART OF WRITEBLR AND YOU DON’T WANT YOUR PROMPTS BEING USED FOR THIS EVENT, PLEASE LET ME KNOW AND I’LL TAKE IT DOWN IMMEDIATELY THANK YOU

♡ ‧₊˚ “you are the home i always needed” ♡ ‧₊˚ “no one is as important as you” ♡ ‧₊˚ “honey, wake up. it’s time for me to go to work” / “...five more minutes” ♡ ‧₊˚ “hey, do you think we’re partners in every life?” ♡ ‧₊˚ “you’re so warm...” ♡ ‧₊˚ “come sit with me” ♡ ‧₊˚ “come on, love. let’s get you home” ♡ ‧₊˚ “stay as long as you want” ♡ ‧₊˚ “your hands are warm” ♡ ‧₊˚ “I’m on my way, love” ♡ ‧₊˚ “oh, stop pouting, i’m coming” ♡ ‧₊˚ “you know, i only tease you ‘cause i love you” ♡ ‧₊˚ “need any help?” ♡ ‧₊˚ “there it is, there’s that smile!” ♡ ‧₊˚ “you got me flowers?” ♡ ‧₊˚ “aw, did you miss me?” ♡ ‧₊˚ “wait, you think i’m cute?” ♡ ‧₊˚ “it’s better with you here” ♡ ‧₊˚ “you’re welcome to stay, if you want” ♡ ‧₊˚ “what, am i not allowed to look at you?” ♡ ‧₊˚ “is that my shirt?” ♡ ‧₊˚ “let’s go somewhere, just you and me” ♡ ‧₊˚ “i was worried something happened to you” ♡ ‧₊˚ “how about a kiss before i go?” ♡ ‧₊˚ “thanks for being here with me” ♡ ‧₊˚ “keep it. it looks better on you” ♡ ‧₊˚ “i couldn’t stop missing you if i tried” ♡ ‧₊˚ “you feel like home to me” ♡ ‧₊˚ “i will never not think about you” ♡ ‧₊˚ “i didn’t want to wake you up...” ♡ ‧₊˚ “don’t worry, i’ll be here when you’re awake”

#໑ stay tuned! #ʚ: flufftober [2022] #dsmp x reader #dream smp x reader #mcyt x reader #flufftober #flufftober2022 #flufftober 2022 #mcyt fluff #dsmp fluff #dream smp fluff

[perregrinstudiessometimes]

I posted 212 times in 2022

38 posts created (18%)

174 posts reblogged (82%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@study-with-rosie

@werelivingarts

@extextextextextextextext

@patriotstudies

@wik-likes-studying-and-films

I tagged 78 of my posts in 2022

#studyblr - 59 posts

#study - 54 posts

#studying - 52 posts

#student - 52 posts

#study tips - 50 posts

#college - 50 posts

#studyspo - 50 posts

#100 days of productivity - 48 posts

#study notes - 48 posts

#new studyblr - 44 posts

Longest Tag: 96 characters

#okay but like seriously i’m posting this an hour later cause it took a while for me to calm down

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Places to go, things to study 📚✨

304 notes - Posted August 31, 2022

#4

just unfollowed 382 inactive studyblrs (ie had not posted in over a year) so if you are an active studyblr please like this post and I will check you out!

especially if you are a new or returning studybr!

if your main is not ur studyblr please drop the name in the comments and I will check it out!

EDIT: I am no longer going to be coming back to this post but I’m leaving it up to help other people find active blogs!

324 notes - Posted August 21, 2022

#3

How I Annotate Non-Fiction Books:

Step one gathering supplies. The supplies you need will be based on your needs and the text you are annotating so feel free to fit this to your need or habits.

For physical books: highlighters, pens, sticky notes, page flags, index cards, the book/document

For digital books: your device or choice (might do an in depth post of digital texts later)

step two- creating your key

For small documents, I tend to stick to one color (each of my classes are assigned a single color).

For Longer documents, with lots of information, I will create a key for example:

See the full post

368 notes - Posted September 21, 2022

#2

Some of The Ways I Study “Wrong”

A lot of the time we tend to think of the “right” ways to study. But the most important aspect of studying is making sure your habits work for you! To emphasize this I am showcasing some of the ways I study “wrong” and why this “wrong” way is actually a better way for me.

a. I tend to type sitting on the couch with the computer in my lap, so I stopped putting so much emphasis on my desk and instead made a side table into my study corner in the living room

b. I tend to lose papers so I had pictures of all my documents on my phone, I stopped using paper and now all my documents are on my iPad where I can still write on them (and I can integrate them into my notebooks, so I actually remember to study them!)

See the full post

380 notes - Posted September 23, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

I didn’t go to class today and it was the best decision I’ve made in a while.

For starters TAKE YOUR MENTAL HEALTH DAYS WHEN U NEED THEM! please it’s so important!

Anyways to the point of my post: My leg has been bothering me the past couple days and nothing seemed to fix it and i had resigned on going to the doctor after class today but I decided I would ditch class and sleep in.

And sleep in i did. I slept for 12 hours!!! AND my leg feels completely fine. I clearly have not been getting enough sleep.

THE POINT IS DONT FEEL BAD FOR NOT GOING TO CLASS IF STAYING HOME/SLEEPING IN IS WHATS BEST FOR YOU!!!!!

489 notes - Posted August 30, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

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In case you couldn’t tell, I’m stupid.

Anyway continuing from that post about the daydream plot, imma tell you the daydream I’ve currently got going (it’s definitely not passive killermare ship-)

(Hey guys, me from the end of this post is just writing this here, I didn’t mean for this post to be so long but I got carried away-)

Basically killer wakes up in past dreamtale and Dream and Nightmare are staring at him because you know- he just- appeared, and he has that snapped arm. He freaks out a little cause he sees dream but then he pieces together that dream looks younger and the other guy fits the description of nightmare from the past so he’s like, “wait, if you’re dream and nightmare, you still have the tree??” And they’re like “uh..yeah?” And he’s like “you’re not gonna believe this but I think I’ve accidentally gone back in time “ and he then explains the entire future like how goopy nightmare is his boss and how dream is his enemy and also how he himself has murdered countless people-

Dream just is like ‘oooo new friend with wacky stories ’ and nightmares like ‘wtf’ but anyway they let killer stay with them. Anyway next day dream goes off to play with the villagers, and nightmare is getting a little pissy that killer refuses to go to the village to get his literal Z shaped snapped arm checked out so nightmare pretty much says “neither of us want to go into the village but you need to, so we’ll both go” then proceeds to drag killer (who is very much amused by ‘little boss’) to whatever medical place the village has. Killer immediately notices people glaring at nightmare and gets automatically pissed. Anyway he gets his arm bandaged up and they’re walking back to the tree, nightmare is getting a little upset cause all the people around em are giving him death stares or obviously talking about him so he walks a little behind killer cause he doesn’t want him to see him upset. Killer was walking then looked back to see nightmare had been stopped by a bunch of villagers who were of course bullying him- so Killer gets so pissed it’s lucky he didn’t stab anyone and then the rest of the way back to the tree he walks with nightmare right in front of him and he has his head plonked on top of nightmares. Anyway the rest of the days go by pretty chill, on one day Dream managed to convince them both to play tree tag. Just tag, but in a tree. Both the bros found it easy- meanwhile killer needed help just to get on the first branches of the tree-

At one point during this, Dream accidentally snapped a branch nightmare was holding onto and noot fell, but killer caught him. Cue a very embarrassed nightmare trying to style it out and killer dying inside from how adorable ‘little boss’ is, and Dream is just laughing-

Then they noticed a little glitching, Killer and nightmare were discussing what would happen if they accidentally get teleported back to the future.

Next day they get teleported back to the future- future nightmare proceeds to try kill them, Future dream proceeds to save them then cry about past nightmare, Past dream is just ‘oh wow, tall me’ and past nightmare is just like ‘oh wow I’ve never seen dream cry before’

Anyway skipping a bunch of boring irrelevant stuff (aka killer getting kicked out of omega timeline- ) Future dream has taken them all to stay with blue in Underswap while he goes to ask ink what to do. Killer decided to go with Stretch to their equivalent of grillbys, nightmare was socially awkward so just followed killer, meanwhile Blue and past dream become absolute besties. Killer and nightmare get back to blues house, blue and dream leaves to go play tree tag, past nightmare and killer are just sitting by each other when past nightmare gets tired and falls asleep on Killers shoulder and this is as far as I’ve gotten into the daydream, as well as it also being the first time killer realises he likes past nightmare-

[alterrune]

After 12 hours of driving, Adam/Aaron arrives at the town.

Let’s get off from here.

(Adam checks the file before leaving.)

I see how it is.

So the CCC found an alter rune themselves.

Hey, you.

(Adam turns around and sees someone walk up to him.)

Who are you, what do you want? You better not be an enemy.

I’m not, though I didn’t think I’d get to see you again, Aaron.

(In response, Adam let’s Aaron take control, because that voice sounded familiar.)

Wait a minute… Kynn?

(Kynn hugs Aaron in response.)

I won’t forget the time you saved me 8 years ago.

I remember now.

(Kynn, full name Kynn Lee, was a 10 year old girl that Aaron saved long ago during a fight against a criminal organization. Aaron protected Kynn with his life. After the conflict that lasted for 3 weeks, Aaron sent her back to her hometown to protect her. 8 years later, Kynn has grown up to be an 18 year old girl. Aaron was only 24 when he was protecting her.)

What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be at home?

I may be living on my own, but I’m afraid the CCC attacked my hometown. My house got destroyed.

Wait, the CCC? Why?

They destroyed it because The Blackjacks ordered them to. Told them that major chaos reading were detected there were off the charts after causing a gang war there. I was on my own ever since, and I came looking for you, hoping you could help me if something happened, that what you told me once you left.

Well, you found me.

So you’re the leader of GEOGRAM now?

Yeah, ever since my father Austin Schaffer retired, he had me lead GEOGRAM in his will.

That sounds so cool!

It is, well, right now me and GEOGRAM are in an ongoing conflict with the Trinity of Fate.

Oh, so is that why you’re here?

Yes, first I was in my base, then I blackout and find myself here. Now I’m just trying to stop the CCC.

Is it alright if I come with you?

But it’s dangerous, remember what happens 8 years ago?

Im not a little kid anymore Aaron! I can handle myself! I’ve learned somethings from you after all!

Well… if you put it that way, fine. But please stay close so you don’t get hurt.

I will!

Ok… looking at this file, The CCC set up a control point a few miles from here, I’ll hit that place and try to find some answers.

Alright, let’s go then.

(Aaron and Kynn enters the truck, and drives off to the control point.)

#Aaron Schaffer’s Story

Wait. Disregarding that "Kynn" character for a second...why did that last bit have a hashtag at the beginning of it?

It must be a Tumblr post tag...like the ones I frequently use on the AtO askblogs' posts. I think I should tag "aaron schaffer's story" on any posts that have that tag in the ask itself.

I think that's a good idea, Kyle.

#altering the outcome #ask irl!alterrune #ask the ato cast #the colorstreak battalion #aaron schaffer's story

[skymaiden32]

Testing 1, 2, 3

Read on AO3 here

Fandom: Thunderbirds

Tagging: @dragonoffantasyandreality @thundergeek59 @janetm74 @katblu42 @liseylou @amistrio @uniwolfcorn (Please ask if you would like to get alerts when I update or post new stories.)

Thundertober Day 12 - Hospital

They were just going in for a few tests.

Continuity: TAG

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“I really don’t see why I have to do this with you guys…” Alan grumbled, clambering out of the car to follow his brothers, who were both waiting patiently for him.

“Because, Alan,” Virgil sighed, “it wasn’t just us who had check-ups due.” He folded his arms. “May as well get all of them done at once.”

Scott quickly sent a message to home, and put his phone away. “Besides, it’s just a few tests. We should be in and out.”

Alan gave him a look. “And if we’re not? There’s no way I’m staying at the hospital overnight for observation, or whatever they call it.”

“Trust me. Neither one of us would want that either, but it’s better safe than sorry.” Scott assured. “If we do have to stay, I’m sorry to say we’ll just have to deal with it. 

“I guess…” Alan huffed. 

The three brothers walked into the building, stopping when they reached the front desk. The receptionist looked up at them, and without smiling, asked, “Name?”

“Tracy.” Scott answered, causing the receptionist to raise an eyebrow at the surname. “We have an appointment with Dr Kirst.”

In the most monotone voice she could muster, the receptionist threw a couple of forms the eldest brother's way. “Fill these out. I’ll let the doctor know you’ve arrived.” She stood up, pointing to a row of chairs that was clearly a waiting area. “I’ll call out and give directions when she’s ready to see you.”

“Thank you!” Scott nodded to her, and forms in hand, the three brothers made to sit down. The papers were passed around, and they sat in silence for a moment before Alan interrupted it.

“She was a bundle of laughs, wasn’t she?” He huffed, taking a pen from Scott to fill out his form.

“Well,” Virgil started with a rare mischievous grin on his face. “After maybe years of sitting at a desk being greeted by folks as hideous as you…” Big brother mode was on.

“Mature, Virgil. Real mature…” Alan deadpanned. Two could play at that game. “I thought Gordon was the one who made the jokes in this family.”

“Oh, and I suppose I can’t make them, huh?” Virgil asked, still a teasing glint in his eye.

Alan looked his brother up and down, as if considering it, and then stated in the most even tone possible, “No.”

“Guys…” Scott warned, sighing. “If we could leave this hospital without a fight breaking out, that would be amazing.”

Virgil finished up his form quickly, still smiling. “Just brotherly banter, Scooter…”

“You sure about that?” Alan asked, but he was also smirking.

“It’ll all end in tears…” Scott prophesied ominously. Virgil and Alan quickly changed their target. 

‘Wow, that’s such a Smotherhen thing to say,’ came at the same time as, ‘If you say so, ‘Mom’…’

Scott snorted. “Okay, okay.” He held up his hands in defeat. “You guys win this round. But you will never win the war…” He promised, gesturing for the two of them to hand him the complete forms. Once he had them, he walked up to put them on the front desk. The receptionist snatched them up quickly.

They were there for about half an hour, bored out of their minds, before the woman at the front desk called their names, telling them where the doctor's office was. The trio was out of the seats in an instant.

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“That wasn’t that bad, was it?” Virgil asked matter-of-factly an hour later, pulling open the door of the car so he could sit down. His brothers clambered in after him.

“No, it wasn’t.” Alan agreed.

Scott wasn’t so sure. “If I never see a needle again in my life, it’ll be too soon…” He shivered.

Alan opened his mouth to tease his eldest brother, but thought better of it when Virgil gave him a death glare. He closed his mouth sheepishly. Right. He’d completely forgotten. His brother’s fear wasn’t irrational; there was a reason for it. And a darn good one at that. “I’ll just be happy to be home.” He said instead.

His brothers nodded, agreeing. “It sure will sprout.” Virgil said, pulling out of the sea of cars. “It sure will…”

#thunderfam #thunderbirds #thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds fanfiction #alan tracy #virgil tracy #scott tracy #sky writes stuff #thundertober #thundertober 2023

[laniquill]

Hello, Rotomblr! I actually thought it was kinda nice to post about my new life, so I’m back again.

On the suggestion of some folks after my previous post, I decided to check out what’s around town here in Verdanturf. I had always thought of it as a sleepy place with nothing going on because there isn’t a gym here, but I think that’s my family’s bias talking. When they discussed the various leagues, only those towns with gyms came up. I’d only heard them briefly mention the contest hall with disdain. (“A move’s worth is in its battle effects, not how cute it is!” Yes, they are snobs.)

But apparently my information is old because I found out the old contest hall is a battle tent now. You can bet Scar (Skarmory) perked right up at that! Doing my research, I found that trainers compete with teams of three and the Pokémon themselves decide which moves to use. So, that was a bit of good news and a bit of bad. Eliza (Flygon) is pretty go-with-the-flow, so she was willing to join, but the other three? Not so much. Bubbles (Marill) and Alice (Eevee) were staunchly against, but I managed to talk Cinder (Typhlosion) into giving it a go. That was my first mistake.

I signed us up for a battle a few days later. Scar could hardly keep still in the hours leading up to it; he was so excited. I sent him out first just because I didn’t think I could get him to stay back at the start. The other trainer led with a Breloom, so Scar had a good type advantage and he didn’t mess around. One quick Air Cutter and the Breloom was down for the count. Next up was a Stunky. I thought about calling Scar back and letting Eliza lead for the ground type advantage, but I figured since he has poison immunity, I could let him keep going. That was my second mistake. Scar is fast so he got the first hit in with a solid Steel Wing, but then the Stunky countered with a Flamethrower that really walloped Scar. Scar went for another hit before I could call him back and managed to knock out the Stunky, but I could feel that nervousness that always gets me when my Pokémon take a hard hit. It was always my biggest weakness as a battler and caused me to make even more mistakes.

The other trainer’s last Pokémon was a Frost Rotom. I managed to convince Scar to pull back for that one; he’s not stupid, just over enthusiastic. Given Eliza’s strong ice weakness, Cinder took on the Rotom, but I could tell his heart wasn’t in it. Mistake number three: I’ve been going pokéball-free whenever possible with them lately, so Scar was watching the whole thing. I could tell he was getting frustrated with Cinder. It almost looked like he was going to let the Rotom win, but he got hit with a particularly nasty Shock Wave, which ticked him off. He retaliated with a Lava Plume and that was that. Battle won.

I convinced my heart to slow down, shook the other trainer’s hand, and left. Though he was still upset with Cinder, Scar maintained high spirits after the win. He spent the rest of the afternoon (after a trip to the Pokémon center, of course) sunning himself on top of the chimney. It’s his way of bragging. Have you ever seen a Skarmory sun themselves? They’re impossible to miss: a great, metal bird scattering sunlight rainbows in every direction. I’ve heard people mistake them for Ho-Oh sometimes. But you know any Pokémon that brilliant has to be confident to the point of cocky. Skarmory don’t hide; they can’t. (And I’m pretty sure it would kill their pride to try.)

All in all, I don’t think the battle tent is the solution. I checked the fine print rules later and you can’t compete with borrowed Pokémon nor can you enter with less than three. I think next time I’ll head out to route 117 and see if there are any trainers around looking for a friendly battle. Depending on their type specialties, Scar probably won’t be able to sweep, but perhaps Eliza will be willing to tag along again. In the meantime, I apologized to Cinder for pressuring him to come and to Scar for Cinder being a bad sport, then I made the whole family my famous Poké-friendly cookies. Fingers crossed things go better on our next outing. Hopefully we just need to work out the kinks!

#rotomblr #pokemon irl #pkmn irl #irl pokemon #pokesona #pokeblr #pokeblogging #pokeblog rp #skarmory #typhlosion

[kristiansenoneil7]

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[foulanddead]

"can someone please explain why tf medieval cat art looks like that"

"mother FUCKER"

"so i just found out how garlic grows and i’m about to scream at someone. what madness"

"yes i’m a reasonably intelligent person. yes i’m a dumbass and a fool. multiple things can be true"

"concept: Faebook"

"i wonder what evolutionary niche clowns evolved to fill"

"back off bitch"

"You ugly fucking lump"

"Frankenstein got written because Mary Shelley was the only person in her peer group to finish Nanowrimo"

"do not make fun of teenagers"

"clap your hands if you’re BISEXUAL and A LITTLE BIT OF A DUMBASS"

"DUMBASSES who SUPPORT BISEXUALS can clap too"

"sitcom where i run a bed n breakfast for cryptids"

"they named themself that. at this point i don’t even have to do anything"

"check out this incredible Sexy Gaud costume! Halloween is especially spooky-yet-sensual this year!"

"technically you signed over your firstborn when you followed me"

"nite nite lil fuckers."

"that is my current favorite moniker"

"Sentience necessitates contradictions: I embrace them with a fury."

"it’s 5am why r ur dumbasses on tumblr"

"Enough blood curses and hexes, where's the witchcraft to defeat capitalism"

"oh yeah baby!"

"time to make a compilation the sexy fanart"

"Big fan of dog photos where without context I can't tell how big the dog is, their proportions tell me nothing"

You can tell a weird lot about people based on their reddit comment history

BONUS QUOTES

9 years ago my little sister stole my holographic Pokemon cards & I’m still get angry about this

"you don’t get to choose your theme song, your theme song is assigned to you by a cruel uncaring fate"

please keep your arms & legs inside "the plane"

"just tag everything i post ‘best of tumblr’ cause let’s be real it is"

"alerting the ministry of magic b/c it’s not legal to showcase this to muggle viewers"

@biggest-gaudiest-patronuses

I stayed up all night and yes it is 6:21am

[nickywhoisi]

Heyo! I saw your 'gypsy diary' post pop up in the tag and I don't know if you know this but the word gypsy has been historically used to mistreat and ostracise the roma people. Many of them do not wish to be referred to by that term and find it harmful especially since a lot of people that don't belong to that community (such as self proclaimed witches, free spirits and whatnot) use that term to describe themselves when it is really not their place to do so.

Oh ok. Just found this post. Had some trials again, and I needed ample time to rest up before facing this.

And I was compelled to do some fact checking to make sure this wasn’t just a bunch of hot air blown at me. I had no idea! I did only equate the term gypsy as a roaming person/persons whom didn’t belong to any particular single culture, but I was totally unawares of any of the derogatory mistreatment around it. I’m afraid I don’t know what else to do though...I only used the gypsy word because it’s easily identifiable, and I have always considered this word as a good thing; adventurous, free, with a foreign mystique that’s hard to put in words. Also I will not be using the term hobo as I do not like it for similarly discriminatory and negatively connotative reasons. It just seems like there’s no winning here.

But the one thing I would like to point out is that...y’know, this is my life at the moment. I AM a roamer. A “gypsy” for lack of a better catch-all word. This is happening in reality for me. I am physically undergoing the trial of just surviving everyday without a home, and I really don’t think I completely appreciate you thinking now is a good time to “speak for the people”. SJW is fine, it’s good to see good causes being stood up for, but right now I am deliriously desperate for someone to tell me they’re within my area, and maybe could take me in so I can finally feel safe. Your coming to do nothing but tell me off and wag the proverbial finger at me for something I sincerely had no knowledge of, subtly jabbing with “it is really not their place to do so” and acting like you’ll be in the complete right is more than just hurtful, it’s unhelpful, and pretty overbearing when out of nowhere. I could be really mad at this, but I’m too tired out from fake nice people in real life constantly telling me “you can’t be/sit/stay here” when I am literally only trying to park somewhere safe and to not get bothered before I’m ready to speak to anyone. I almost get the sense you’d be just like them, only caring about private property rules being upheld and not caring about the protection of a human life, and let me tell you that’s a dreadful thing to have to think about.

So I hope you’ll maturely understand why I will choose not to change a thing about my tag, even with the info you provided, and even with the fact that I would like to choose something more mindful and respectful. Besides the fact that I desire to run things on my blog as I see fit and will change something only when I’m ready to, I think the term is actually more accurate to my case now than I thought it was. Well intentioned or not, it was not your own place to come and try to force me to change how I do things in my own safe space, one of the few I have left anymore. I can stomach policing no more, and will not tolerate it barging in where it is not accceptable. I hope my text doesn’t come across as snappy, as I don’t feel that way. Just discontent...angry, but dry. So tl;dr thanks for...the factoid I guess? but this changes nothing? bye?

#gypsy diary #Hell I might consider grifter diaries #That's pretty accurate too #But the tag is already made with a few entries #not sure what to do... #But types like you coming along to guilt trip me into changing is basically only going to result in me digging my heels in #and keep everything as is all the harder #Not sure what result you were gunning for egger but this is what you made happen #Apologies to any roma people out there...because really I have only used the term exclusively about me #literally? wasn't about anybody but me but this person didn't catch on to that #Oh well cest la vie #ramble brambles #oy hope this isn't a toxic take of mine...I just have to be true to myself here #life has made me awful bitter now jesus h even I feel uncomfortable

[coffeecakecafe]

dannymay 2021: day 5 - doorway

these kids need time to goof off! although it might be cheating to put your friends who can levitate up top

#my art #dannymay2021 #danny phantom #dani phantom #ella fenton #danny fenton #sam manson #tucker foley #at this point I’m staying up to post cause I like checking the tags when I wake up lol #dannymay