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meshlasolus · 5 months

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Don’t Blame Me

Dbf!Joel Miller x College!Reader

A/n: i am so tired and everyone hates me but hey at least i still have dbf joel

Warnings: girl this whole concept should be a warning but anyways… age gap, some fluff, some smut, probably some editing mistakes bc ya girl is tired ok its 2am… again

This one is awkward ngl

Decided on the song ‘Don’t blame me’ by taylor swift bc I’m a swiftie and what else was i supposed to put?

MASTERLIST

reader is like 21/22, joel is 37

“Here, you grab that end,” you gave his shoulder a light shove, nodding towards the end of the beam as you sunk down by the other. “You shouldn’t overdo it, you might feel sick again.”

“M’ stronger than I look,” he mumbled, and you scoffed.

“Trust me, I know…” you ignored his waves of dismissal, and began lifting from one side. “But you need to take it easy. Save your energy.”

The temp job was easy, mostly because Joel did most of the heavy lifting. It had been all fun and games for the first week, standing by him and watching him work, handing him the specific tools when he asked. Seemed like a dream job in most aspects, getting to sit and look pretty while the man you’re sneaking around with gets all hot and sweaty, his arms a bulging mass of muscle under the short sleeves of his dark t-shirt.

He would often smirk when he sensed you were taking him in, admiring the view from where the toolbox was sitting. He would tease you relentlessly for it, of course, as is his way… but it didn’t stop your glances and forbidden stares.

A whole week it had been this way, and you were more than happy to keep the flow of things going, but unfortunately on Sunday night, Joel got sick.

It was just a fever, nothing he couldn’t sleep off in a few days. He’d called you on Monday morning before he even called anyone else at the site. They all wished him well and sent their little ‘get better soon’ messages thereafter, while you offered to drop by later with some ‘sick day’ supplies. He told you he didn’t want you catching whatever he had, and you understood that if you were sick, too, the odds of seeing each other would get lower.

Week number two, the first several days of which were spent without Joel, and doing far too much heavy lifting of your own. There was another woman working with you all, and they supposed that two of you could make up for one Joel. You didn’t even realize how truly strong he was until you had to carry the weight he normally did. Even with another person, it was tiring and straining, and downright gruesome on your muscles. You’d been sore every night you went home.

As soon as Joel came back, you’d have to remember to help him out a bit more, because there’s no way he enjoys not being assisted. He always insists you don’t have to, but you’ve learned how hard it is, so you want to.

Thursday, Joel’s first day back at work, not feeling completely himself, but better enough to come into work and make some progress.

You paid mind when he bent down to lift a heavy beam that should have taken two men to carry.

“Here, you grab that end,” you gave his shoulder a light shove, nodding towards the end of the beam as you sunk down by the other. “You shouldn’t overdo it, you might feel sick again.”

“M’ stronger than I look,” he mumbled, and you scoffed.

“Trust me, I know…” you ignored his waves of dismissal, and began lifting from one side. “But you need to take it easy. Save your energy.”

He gave you a look, narrow eyes and furrowed brows, “Save it for what?”

You shrugged, beginning to walk backwards once he had his part lifted high enough to move the beam. You looked over your shoulder a few times to make sure you weren’t gonna crash into anything.

“Just don’t want you to keep gettin’ sick. Been missin’ you,” you admitted, waiting for his reaction. He’d been feeling the same way, you knew. He’d sent you texts after you got home from work everyday to tell you so.

“Missed you too, baby,” he set down his end once you both reached the correct spot on the interior, kicking it into place by the rest of the framework.

You smiled sweetly at him, continuing the work as if nothing happened. As if your heart didn’t skip a beat from hearing those words in person, in his voice, dripping with the Texan drawl you were so fond of. It was comforting, it was familiar, and it gave you a sense of security.

By the time Monday rolled around again, the framework had been completed and the electrical and plumbing started to take place. This was less of Joel’s and your dad’s specialty, but they still always showed up to oversee everything being done on time and to the company’s standards.

This, of course, meant that you were nearly obsolete, and didn’t need to show up for the next few days. Now that you were the one being barred from doing any work, you had to come up with other excuses to drop by Joel’s after he came home from work.

‘You left your jacket on our couch, and I wanted you to have it back before it gets cold out.’

‘My dad made a really good four cheese lasagna, I brought you some to try.’

It was always so much harder to figure out a time or place to meet up, since he and your dad worked together, and Sarah was almost always at the house after school.

He knew you were going stir crazy, and even though he’d been tired and worn, he knew he had to see you… alone.

You were in the kitchen rinsing out your cereal bowl when your phone buzzed on the counter top.

Sarah’s going over with a friend to spend the night, I’m on my way home right now.

Is that an invitation?

Damn right it is.

You smiled wide, not even bothering to do anything else with the bowl in your hand. You dropped it in the sink and went galavanting about your house and up to your room. Your dad would probably be getting home about the same time as Joel, maybe a bit later, but you figured you should wait to see him before you leave for the night. You’d feel even more guilty if you just shot him a text and left for his best friend’s place, right next door for the night.

You got wrapped up in a sweatshirt and some jogging shorts, grabbing your backpack and phone charger, swinging around the doorway and back down the stairs.

As luck would have it, the sound of keys in the door caught you just as you reached the bottom. You dad pushed through the door, his yawn of exhaustion clearly evident. He hooked the keys on the wall hanger beside him, then turned to see you, pulling the straps of your bag up your arms.

“Hey there, lovebug,” he smiled, taking a few steps up to hug you around the neck and peck the top of your head. “Where are you off to?”

You thought for only a split second before forming a story.

“Nowhere in particular… just got invited by some friends to drive around and get some fast food.”

Very convincing, and he laughed, shaking his head.

“Kids these days, I’ll tell ya… back n’ my day we used to go to movies or walk around a mall. Used to do actual activities n’ things.”

You rolled your eyes, letting him rant on about the ‘strange ways’ of your generation.

“Well, we aren’t kids, but we are easily entertained. I’ll see you later, though.”

You gave him a pat on his shoulder and a quick kiss to his cheek before heading out the door. Right before it shut, you could hear your dad fumbling around in the kitchen. He would probably be distracted for a while.

Your face turned giddy as soon as you looked over to see Joel’s truck had been parked. You tried to look as nonchalant as possible, walking plainly over to the house next door, just in case there were any neighbors looking through an open window. You had no qualms about being near or with Joel, but you did have a problem with outside people making it their topic of conversation in the neighborhood gossip chain.

You got up to the door, and knocked, the door opening within maybe five seconds or less. The response time was near immediate, and you wondered if he’d been sitting in his chair near the door.

“Hi there, I’m here to tell you about our lord and savior Jesus Christ,” you said seriously when he leaned into the doorframe, only breaking your facade when he stood there, unamused. You let out a giggle and at the noise he dropped his hard exterior.

He rolled his eyes and nodded inside before stepping back enough to allow you entrance.

“How was work?” You asked, dropping your backpack on the chair and waiting for him to close the door.

“S’ alright. Mostly just a long and boring day with nothing pretty to see.”

“I’m sure my absence had nothing to do with that,” you remarked sarcastically, letting him take the last few steps to meet you. He looked so tired, and yet, completely awake just at the sight of you.

“No, nothing at all.”

He took you into his arms and leaned down by your ear, whispering the last part of his words to you. It had been several days since you could stand like this, out of sight of others, their prying eyes all but away to witness the way he held you and squeezed you tightly.

He smelled of sweat and concrete powder, which, though wasn’t a horribly unpleasant smell, you felt it couldn’t be comfortable to have it all over one's body.

“Why don’t you head up to the shower and I’ll order a pizza?” You suggested, pulling back to see his worn out face, feeling the deep inhale of his breath by his chest. He let it out with a hunch of his shoulders as he replied.

“I got food here, I can cook up sum’ quick-”

“Joel you’re exhausted, and besides… I got dominoes rewards,” you joked, pressing up to kiss the tip of his nose. There was no room for protest after that, and he nodded in agreement before pulling away to head upstairs.

He had half a mind to ask you to join him, but having not crossed that line before, he didn’t really know what was on and what was off of the table. He shook the thought from his mind, going into his bathroom and starting the water.

The domesticity was intoxicating. Hugging you after he got home from a long work day, of which he missed seeing your face. Seeing your smile and hearing your laugh and all the little gestures you make that you don’t even realize you’re doing. Sending him upstairs to get cleaned up only so he can come back down to you and eat pizza on the couch together. He hated how much he loved it, relaxed into it, even.

It’s almost too good to be true… and maybe it is. Because while you fit him perfectly, and while you both can pick up without missing a beat, you’re still the kid next door. His best friend’s daughter, and someone he should absolutely not be doing anything stupid with. That’s exactly what this was, wasn’t it? Stupidity. There’s no way this relationship ends well. Whether your dad comes around, or Sarah does, or the entire town for that matter. Whether or not his reputation is ruined, or yours. Nothing good can come from sneaking around, the quiet embraces or the late night stolen kisses. But you can’t stop, and neither can he.

He gets into the shower with a clear mind. Whatever happens, I have her for right now.

You paid for the pizza and carried it inside, kicking the door shut as you balanced it along with the sides and sauces all in your arms. Joel had gotten out of his shower a few minutes ago, and was probably getting dried off and changed, so it was perfect timing that you had everything set out on the countertop when he came trotting down the stairs.

“Hey, I got you some wings,” you told him, pointing to the box labeled ‘hot buffalo’ across from where you sat on the barstool. You’d been dipping a breadstick in marinara when he walked around you, kissing the side of your head before sitting down beside you.

“Thank you,” he spoke gratefully, his hands already reaching for the box, moving the pizza to the side for a moment. You knew what he liked, a testament of the time you’d known him for. “So what’ve you been up to? Now that you’ve had a break from work?”

“I wouldn’t call what I do actual work,” you snorted, but paused and tilted your head, recalling the day’s events. “I cleaned up ‘round the house, went to get some groceries for my dad, came home n’ watched some tv n’ had half a bowl of cereal.”

“Sounds eventful,” he mocked, and you gave him a nudge with your elbow. He chuckled, taking a bite of a chicken wing.

“Haven’t really had anything else to do,” you shrugged, grabbing a pizza slice and dragging it out of the box, carefully pulling the cheese so it didn’t flop all over the counter top. “Not that I’m complainin’, though. Rather have time on my hands than be too busy.”

He understood that. It seemed like all he ever did was work nowadays. It was the same cycle, over and again. Wake up at six in the morning, eat breakfast with Sarah, drop her off at school, and get back to the grind. Framing, insulating, installing, furnishing, repeat. All day, every day. Come home late to dinner with Sarah and sometimes watch a movie before bed. It’s all he ever does, and though it’s consistent, and it’s familiar, he aches for the additional warmth you bring. It’s why he called you over that first night in the bar. He hadn’t expected to see you back, and moreover, he didn’t expect you to seem so grown up.

He swears up and down that if you hadn’t been there that night, practically taunting him during that line dance, that this would have never happened. You both would have gone on to live alongside one another, but separately, just as you always have.

The conversation continued, slowly, with no pressure of any answer from either side. It was easy, natural. Joel didn’t like talking when he didn’t have to, and although it was different around you, he still kept his words to a few.

Once the pizza was eaten, the trash was discarded, and you’d move to the sink to get some of the grease off your hands.

“Y’know, we’re gonna be startin’ on interior installations soon, you might be able to come back and work on some stuff with me, if you still want to.”

You were excited at the thought of his words. Getting to watch Joel Miller lift heavy things like countertops and cabinets? And all the while, getting to watch from a now insulated house? That was even better.

“Well, I’ll obviously have to check my schedule. You know how busy I can be,” you joked, drying your hands on a paper towel from beside the sink. You turned around to throw it away but got caught between Joel and the counter, his arms coming down on either side.

“You tease me far too much, y’know that?” He lowered his head to meet your eyeline and you took a sharp intake of breath.

“Only because it’s far too much fun.”

He shook his head, getting close enough to close the gap and kiss you. First just short and sweet, then after a second glance, faster, and more motivated. Your hands found a place on his cheeks right away, holding him close to you while he kissed you deeper, his tongue finding its way between your lips. His hands went from beside you to under your thighs, picking you up as if you weighed nothing, and setting you down onto the edge of the counter by the sink. With your legs open, you pulled him into your body, not even realizing how roughly you’d done so.

“Damn baby, you’re gettin’ real strong,” he chuckled, burying his face into your neck to kiss and suck marks there. Consequences and aftermath be damned, he wouldn’t stop.

“Must be from all the heavy liftin’ last week… pickin’ up your slack.”

He bit down harsher into your skin, and you moaned out a noise akin to pain and pleasure.

“Keep talkin’ baby, I’ll show you real slack.”

“Only gonna make me stronger,” you whispered against the side of his head, a smirk resting on your face, even in the position you were sitting. He had all the power, but you still had your little quips.

His hands at the bottom of your sweatshirt were hesitant. He talked confidently, without pause or conviction, but the truth of the matter would always remain that he was going to be hesitant with you. You’re the forbidden fruit, the thing he wasn’t supposed to touch, and yet… here he stands, his hands under your hoodie and lips thoroughly attached to the crook of your neck and shoulder.

“Fuck it,” he let out, dragging the hem of your clothing upwards until you raised your arms for it to come off. Where it landed, you’d have no idea. You just know that in this moment, with his hands on your bare skin, you couldn’t care less if you ever saw it again.

You’d not really paid mind to what you wore underneath it, an old red and gray tie-dye sports bra now the only thing to adorn the top of your body. He didn’t care in the slightest, far too happy to even see you in that.

He quickly moved you from the counter into his arms, journeying through the kitchen and again to the living room, just like last time… except instead of sitting down, letting you remain on his lap, he laid you back into the cushioned area, crawling over you to hover back where he had been before.

You didn’t think it was fair to let him take off clothing while remaining fully clothed.

“My turn,” you pushed him back, ripping at his t-shirt to try and rid him of it. It was a fresh shirt, probably just came out of the dryer last night, but you tossed it to the ground without a second thought.

You don’t recall seeing Joel shirtless. You remember that one time at the water park after graduation, when he wore a pair of trucks, and a sun shirt. Whether it was because he was afraid of getting sunburned, or because he was self conscious, you would never know. From what you could see, you couldn’t possibly imagine it being the latter. He wasn’t ripped, or even overly toned for that matter. He had a sculpted softness about him that was completely beautiful. He doesn’t work out, but he definitely works. His arms are full and muscular from the heavy lifting, and his shoulders are naturally broad, defined by the bulk he’s put on over the years.

You don’t know if you’ve ever seen a body like his. The boys that have pursued you at college have always been either overly scrawny, or beef cakes. They want to be the hottest thing around. Want to be desired by every girl that walks past them, just so they can feed their ego and feel better about themselves ten years from now. Joel isn’t like that. He’s got a cocky attitude about himself, but it’s more in his teasing and snarky demeanor towards you than anything else. He’s sarcastic, and cynical, but he’s not doing it for show.

He’s old enough to realize he doesn’t have to impress anyone, because the right person will want him regardless, and you do.

You want him because he’s Joel Miller, not some body builder, or football player, or gym rat that stalks the hallways of your dorms.

You want him for his strong arms, tan lines right where his shirts normally end. You want him for his wide shoulders, even with the little scratches from bumping into wooden framing all day. You want him for the patchy beard on his face, knowing he only keeps it because he’s far too busy, and nearly always too tired to keep up with the clean shaven look. You want him for his dark curls, graying more every day and turning the color silver when he stands in the sun. You want him for his big hands, with the calluses and rough palms, but with the softest and most gentle fingertips you’ve ever felt on your face. You want him for the softness of his stomach, though seen as a flaw by most of society, you’d much prefer it to the discomfort of a stomach toned with abs. You want him for every bit of himself. You want him because he’s perfect.

He stripped your shorts and underwear from you at once, and it amazed you how adeptly he did it. He’s been doing this for years, he knows what he’s doing, stupid.

“You alright?” He looked back at you, his eyes glazed over completely. The darkness that was there was the same lustfull darkness you’d seen before, and you anticipated what may come from it.

“Yeah,” you smiled, watching him sink backwards and down your body. He parted your legs in a swift motion, unwilling to slow himself down on account of being so close to what he wants. “You don’t have to-”

“Shh, baby,” he pulled your hips upward and towards his face, admiring the slickness already resting between your legs before he lowered his mouth to taste it. It was so addicting, the smell of you, and he knew the second his tongue ran a long stripe up and down, he would be craving you constantly. Always on the verge of wanting you from now on.

The noises you made, lordy, he didn’t know someone could sound like that. The very fact that you were unashamed to hide it from him, too. He loves it, how vocal you are, and how much you want him to know how he makes you feel.

He held one finger to your entrance, coating it in your slick before plunging it deep inside of you, the curl of his knuckle making you writhe under him. He added another finger to see if you could take it. You were so tight already, and he knew that if you weren’t stretched out enough he would hurt you.

Two fingers wasn’t necessarily painful, but it caused a bit of discomfort at first. You didn’t expect that you wouldn’t be able to handle it, but you tried to relax anyway. You wanted him so badly, wanted him entirely, and didn’t want this to put a damper on anything.

“That’s it, sweet girl. Just like that,” he praised, trying to help you open up more with the added pressure of his thumb on your clit. The gentle circles helped you to feel less of a stretch, and the pleasure was building. You wove your hands into his hair, trying to feel a tether of reality somewhere. He kept on, and went faster, and you felt yourself at a breaking point.

With his name on your lips, you broke apart, releasing all the tension left in your body to allow that euphoric rush to consume you. It caused your body to tremble under his, but you paid no mind to it. Once he retrieved his fingers from you, he held them up to his mouth, licking the sweetness from them that you so generously bestowed upon him.

You tried to sit up, to reach for his belt buckle, but he stopped you.

“Not tonight, baby,” he grabbed your hands and kissed them, the slightest bit of residue remaining on his lips.

“But I want to.”

“I know you do,” he smiled, brushing your hair aside to kiss you now, instead. “I just don’t wanna hurt you. Let’s work towards it, okay?”

You nodded, a bit embarrassed that you weren’t quite experienced enough to continue yet. Not to say you were inexperienced, but you definitely weren’t ready to take him yet, and he knew that for sure. The last thing he’d want to do is go too far and make it unpleasant for you.

He’s a good man, with good intentions. Even if this relationship - whatever you want to call it - is forbidden, he’s still trying to do right by you. It’s unspoken, but you’re his girl now, and he would never hurt his girl.

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noctumbra · 2 years

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𝒗𝒊. 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒚𝒔

🍂 summary ─ heroic moves such as feeding stray cats in this cold require rewards, in your opinion.

🍂 pairing ─ farmer!bucky barnes x reader

🍂 warnings ─ fluff, animal lover bucky, he’s a cat dad ok, soft!bucky, pet names

🍂 a/n ─ i said it before ik but i’m saying it again: i want a bucky *cries*

You were walking quickly through the park when you saw a familiar man-bun supporting, knitted sweater wearing guy kneeling near a bench and feeding the stray dogs and cats, petting them as they rubbed their tails or faces against his pants.

He had the biggest smile on his face, all bright and genuine. You could see his lips moving as he murmured softly to the animals, giving them the pets they demand so fiercely all the while making sure they had enough food and water to keep them full at least for some time. You sighed as you watched him from a distance.

He looked so good, but also so messy because of all the dirt those cute creatures brought with themselves. His tote bag, the one that was identical to the one you were carrying at the moment, was on the ground, carelessly dropped from the way it looked. You also saw the discarded gloves and the beanie on top of the bag; you assumed one of the dogs recognized him and got excited, jumping all over him and making him lose his balance.

Your cheeks hurt from smiling widely, but you didn’t care. Bucky was able to put that smile on your face just by existing and doing whatever he usually did on his off day. Biting your lip, you stepped forward a bit, getting closer.

“…Hi, pretty, hi, hi, hi,” he was babbling at a dog which was a little older than a puppy. Its tail was wagging madly as it let itself loved thoroughly by him. “Did you fall into a mud pool, buddy? Lookit all the mess you have on you─ oof!” He fell backwards as two more dogs, which were totally puppies this time, jumped on him with a small ‘woof’ of their own. You chuckled silently.

Leaving Bucky to make love to the animals, you walked into the coffee shop with a smile on your face. Wanda raised a brow. You just smiled wider.

“Both of you are cute as hell but also dumb as fuck,” she grumbled. You giggled and shrugged. Wanda rolled her eyes. “What can I getcha?” You hummed. Your eyes found Bucky who was now petting a fat cat while giving scritches to the other.

“What does he usually get?” You asked her. She narrowed her eyes.

“Either a vanilla latte or a chai tea latte,” she answered anyway. “He likes aromas and syrups.” You hummed again. Just when you opened your mouth, he walked in.

He was covered in dirt and mud and God knows what else, but he looked so happy that it didn’t matter that he was filthy. He had this huge grin on his face, his pretty eyes were shining with utter happiness and his cheeks were red because of the cold and all of those good feelings, you guessed.

He murmured a ‘hi’ to Pietro and dropped his bag on an empty table, and then promptly walked towards the bathroom. You smiled at the idea that came to your mind.

“Two vanilla lattes,” you said. “Grande. Less the foam, the better the taste, amirite?” You joked. Wanda chuckled and rolled her eyes. “Um, and a pumpkin muffin, please.” Wanda grinned.

“How many servings?” She asked slyly. It was your time to roll your eyes.

“One,” you told her. “For him.” Wanda let out a soft ‘aww’ as she scribbled the order and slid the cups to Pietro. You quickly paid, grabbed the tray that contained the muffin from her and moved towards the end to take the cups. Pietro winked at you.

“Good luck,” he said with a shit-eating grin. You grumbled and left without saying anything to him. You heard him chuckle.

You placed one latte and the muffin tray on his table, rapidly depositing yours on the table next to his, and pulled out a small notepad that you always carried around in your bag. You wrote your note, placed it under his cup and grabbed your things. Sadly, you didn’t have the time to sit around in your coffee shop, but you were glad that you ran into that cute scene when you did. Giggling excitedly to yourself, you made your way towards the exit and pushed the opened at the same time Bucky came back from the bathroom, looking way more put together and clean.

“Hey, Wanda,” he greeted. She smiled knowingly at him. “Can I get─”

“Your order has already been taken,” Wanda said, pointing the table with his bag laying on top. Bucky frowned and looked where she was pointing.

He saw a big cup of coffee and a muffin sitting next to his bag innocently.

“Who?” Wanda shrugged but didn’t say anything. Bucky’s frown deepened as he narrowed his eyes at her. He walked back to his table and saw a purple-colored notepad page winking at him. He grabbed it.

“You looked cold while being an angel for those sweet, little creatures, and I thought you could use something to warm you right up. Sadly, I had to leave, but maybe next time I’ll join you. Thank you for being a hero to those animals, God knows they need one.

Oh, love you bag by the way, where is it from?

Oh, vol 2., your sweater looks amazing on you.

Yours truly, Y/N ─the girl you annotated her book.”

And Bucky was─

He sat back on the chair with butterflies in his tummy, his cheeks warm and his insides feeling all mushy. He gently placed the note somewhere safe on the table where he could still see it. He grabbed his coffee and took a sip, enjoying the warmth it spread throughout his body. Then, he took a small bite from his muffin and moaned softly at the taste.

And Bucky was─

It was the best coffee and muffin he ever had. There was something different in it, Bucky knew that. Something that there never was before. Bucky smiled into his coffee cup. He knew exactly what it was.

And Bucky was in love.

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theratboyking · 1 year

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"Softly Into The Night" teaser:

So here's the thing, the yule/Christmas one shot I was writing had turned into like and actual idea and I actually ended up writing a whole like three parts and still have more I want to do with it. I will be posting the first two parts on Sunday. I plan to have at least one chapter out every Sunday, but who knows school is gonna be starting up again but figures crossed. So I am here to give everyone a preview of the first chapter/prologue of my new series "Softly Into The Night."

Throwing my bag on the rack I keep by the door, flipping the switch to turn the lights on… Nothing. I groan, flipping the switch a couple times just for safe measure. Well shit. The darkness I was met with did little to help with the fear I was already feeling, mentally punching myself. I could have sworn I paid the electric bill. Today just keeps getting better and better. Quietly I removed my shoes, cautiously beginning my way to the living room. I hesitate right before I enter, almost convinced that someone would be sitting waiting for me. Even if there is, there is no way I wasn't going to go down without a fight. I take a deep breath bracing myself. As fast as I could I rounded the corner ready to fight any possible intruder, only to be met with the sight of my empty couch and TV. There was no sign anyone had broken in. Just like out there, everything is exactly how it was when I left this morning. Ok, maybe I am just paranoid. Just the effects of having a bad day today, that's what it has to be. Relaxing with every small step I take to my room, laughing nervously as I go. I just need to go to bed. I have to be at work in less than six hours and I still need to take a shower. I continue to make my way to my room lost in my thoughts.

“Hello, my dear.” A low infernal rumble surrounded me, sounding as if it was fading in and out of the silence of the room it was trapped in. My breath catches in my throat. My eyes go wide as realization dawns on me… I was not alone.

Oh fuck.

I twisted around to see the figure that somehow went unnoticed. I stumbled back towards, falling when I tripped over the coffee table. The scream that left my body sounded like it came out of a horror film as I tried to make it to my feet. This is it. This is how I’m gonna die isn't it? I could see what looked like blue flames floating in the darkness of the hallway I had come from. Oh fuck.

Fuck, I am not about to die letting my mom be right. Regaining my balance I look around desperately trying to find a way to escape or at least defend myself. He took up the space of the hallway that led to my door. I couldn't run. I couldn't go out the window either, I lived on the seventh and my building's fire escape couldn't handle my weight being so unkept. I couldn’t escape. Fighting it is. Grabbing the lamp from the coffee table, I bring myself to a fighting possession ready to defend myself from the intruder. I stood my ground, I would not show whoever this is the satisfaction. My display seemed to amuse him, a deep chuckle emerging from the hallway, the two blue orbs getting brighter the closer he got. He entered soon after, filling the room with his impossible form, the moonlight from the window draped his figure with each step he took towards me.

He was abnormally tall and his body was unnaturally thin. It was the massive pair of wings stretching from his back that seemed to take up the most space. They looked like they had almost been scorched, the bottoms glowing with dying flames. His face was almost too perfect, skin impossibly smooth like it had never seen a blemish a day in its life. His eyes danced with blue flames, piercing into my very soul, lips stretched in a gentle smile. His gaze held something familiar about it, like he knew everything there is to know about me, all my deepest darkest secrets. His hair almost looked like starlight casted a halo around his head, coming to rest halfheartedly around his shoulders. His body seemed to flare around him, not really looking like it had a shape to it. The abnormally perfect skin poking out marking the distinct shapes of where his arms and legs should be, speaks of silver shining throughout the black void that made up the rest of his body. His movement was unnaturally smooth, making his body appear almost motionless as he made his way to me. He was unsettling to look at but it was impossible to look away. Why the fuck didn’t I listen to mom. He came to a stop in front of me, looking from my face to my makeshift weapon. The void that was his body taking up more space as he scratched what looked like his hand, gently taking the lamp from my hand. I couldn't seem to put up a fight, my body refusing to move in his presence. He looked at it in amusement before placing it back where it went. His gaze turns back to my eyes. My breath catches in my throat.

“You’ll have to do better than this if you truly wish to stand a chance against me my darling.” His voice is low and smooth like honey sounding like each word would build on itself hanging heavy in the air until it faded out. Amusement and wonder making its way to what should be his face, almost waiting to see what I would do next. Who does this creature think he is? Was he toying with me before it ended me? A sick display for his amusement? I refuse to play his game. “If you’re going to kill me just get it over with.” my voice cold, my anger rising with each passing moment. He seemed confused by my statement, head tilting to the side “Kill you? No, I am not here to kill you.” He pauses, bowing his head, “I am simply here to meet the daughter who was stolen from me.”

#cardinal copia x reader #papa emeritus x reader #copia x reader x trezo #the band ghost #ghost fanfiction #the band ghost fanfiction #Softly Into The Night fic #preview #This is like the first thing I have written in like two years so I'm like super nervous guys #But I hope you like it :)#cardinal copia #papa emeritus iii #papa emeritus iii x reader

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capaldiera · 2 years

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i’m just being unreasonable here but

still thinking about mulcahy in that fanfic and like UGH the author didnt GET him.the fact i'm still thinking about the fic is a credit to them and it was really good on the other characters but it was like he was such an afterthought and it's so clear it was bc he's just.. not interesting in their mind and they just don't Understand... like i get why the others wouldn't like include him in their little group conversation bc like he is a priest and if you don't know he's gonna get it you wouldnt talk around him.and maybe he Wouldnt get it but he Could tho and maybe they don't know that but at least he could be invited into the larger group come on now... CHarles is part of the group and he's completely oblivious but you're all even here (at his wedding reception) bc of him. but like by and trapper showed mulcahy some photos of their kids and then he was just sitting talking to potter and mildred the whole time it's like everyone's married and has kids now so he has to sit with the old people.. like ik he wouldnt probably be getting involved in the shenanigans and the dancing or whatever but at least give me some real conversations with the other characters come on.. and in the epilogue the notes were like ok a mulcahy chapter bc someone asked and i was like yay :) but it's him thinking like oh i surprised myself by enjoying everyone's antics even tho i spent so much time during the war trying to convince them to stop like first of all... girl where. like a good deal less than half the time were you doing that. i'm not saying he isn't capable of that level of self-deception but thats clearly not the angle the author was taking. like this guy was on s1 characterisation and everyone else was on s15 idc if he's worse or better but make him more Something. i want character progression of some kind not regression. or at least if it's regression make it intentional and in juxtaposition to the development of the others. or like make it about the reasons he got more boring that would be interesting. like idk man he can be fun. its usually cringe and mostly only fun for him but he can be fun! there was one moment where hawkeye is feeling the toll of being forced back into his role as the social center of the group and mulcahy gives him a kind understanding look and i was like Thank God at least you understand Something like yeah! he has connections with understanding and respect and friendship and it's not just like oh yeah mulcahy. he was the priest right? he had Friends let me see them interact.. anyway this is petty and i am not the person the author wrote for and i would like to stress again i really did enjoy the fic i would recommend it in fact. wasn't always my personal interpretations of the characters but it always made sense and it was beautiful. except for boringcahy 😔🙄 (ok even that was really not bad like he was fine it was nice to see him. and he and hawkeye spoke in sign language that was nice. they just didn't get him like i do (my interpretation is not the most canonest either tbh i do know that but that's bc i Built upon canon. bc i paid attention so i have something to build from) ok bye

#me.txt #mashposting #shrek voice he wasn't even fruity..#or bitchy tbh! tho he Was mentioned as being bitchy before he actually showed up... that was fun i forgot that #love that from him

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a-crash-in-time-collection · 1 year

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Chapter 35: Ivy of the Swamp

(Quick note from Zoey: HEY- SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG TO COME OUT. Right as I was getting ready to upload this Saturday the power went out. And it didn't come back on until just now. So yea. If there are any major errors please let me know. Usually I like to do a final check before posting in case me or Sage missed anything but after days of not being able to post and having to do a bunch of overdue schoolwork tomorrow, I hope you cna understand why I didn't. Anyway, please enjoy.)

The swamp. Snatcher had spent what felt like years, but was only about a month or two, staring at the swamp when he had free time. It was a part of the forest he barely paid attention too before, seeing as he needed it only to throw bodies into. Plus the eternal screaming faces in the swamp water always creeped even the phantom out. Partly because he had a feeling he knew where those faces came from, and he didn't like it.

But ever since the reports of something being in the swamp, he couldn't just ignore it anymore. Only reason Mustache Girl was able to get herself out of the swamp when he threw her in was her timepiece. Whoever, or whatever this was clearly didn't have one of those. A thought that was all but confirmed when he went to do some death wishes with Hat Girl again. Despite the wish contract taking them to a past version of the forest, he caught whatever it was there.

How it apparently slipped past him for so long, he didn't know and he didn't care. All he cared about was grabbing it and learning its intentions. If it was something he needed to get out. He didn't even understand how it could still be alive. Whatever it was should have drowned long ago... He spent a few days trying to find out if there was any creature in his books that should be able to survive that cursed swamp, and nothing.

So one night, when he just couldn't get to sleep, he decided it was time to act. He grabbed a bag just to carry an energy drink with him. It wouldn't help him much, but he could pretend it would. He thought about just leaving without Shadow Kid, since it would take only one wrong move and he could lose her. But she woke up before he left and refused to go back to sleep knowing he was leaving. So with an annoyed sigh, he set out above the swamp with his child in tow.

He quickly glanced around the swamp in every way he could, one arm behind his back to keep Shadow Kid steady. He didn't trust himself not to go too fast and drop her. And even if he still did, this would give him a better chance of saving her before the swamp water claimed her. Although he really didn't want that to happen at all. And would do everything in his power to avoid that. Which made him begin to slow as the worry filled his mind.

"Papa, are you sure you're ok?" Shadow Kid asked, making Snatcher glance at her. Well, as much as he could from this angle, at least. She had a worried and slightly tired look on her face. Snatcher thought about just heading back to the trees and resting for the night, but he had already gone deeper than he normally did in the swamp area. "You look like you're worried about something. Don't be, maybe this is a swamp bush cat!"

"Well, that sure would be something." Snatcher said with a tired chuckle as Shadow Kid gave him a smile. He focused his attention back in front of them as he kept going forward. Occasionally a stray soul would manage to reach its arm out and go to grab his tail, but it was easy to dodge it or shake it off if it actually got him. "I'm not too sure about that though, little shadow. After all, they're called Bush Cats for a reason."

"Still." Shadow Kid said, crossing her arms a bit as Snatcher tightened his grip around her. Just slightly, just enough to where he was comfortable going a bit higher and a bit faster. "You never know. You didn’t even know we had those until recently!"

"Yeah. Can't wait for the day the fire spirits are gone and we can find bush cats everywhere instead of.." He trailed off. It was just at the edge of his vision, but he thought he saw something faintly come from the swamp, before diving back down. Quickly he turned and dashed forward in that direction. His efforts brought him somewhere new. "I don't think I've ever been in this part of subcon before." Snatcher stated quietly.

"Really? But you been here a long time!" Shadow Kid said, before pausing and pointing to the side. "Look Papa!" Snatcher turned to where she was pointing, and saw what appeared to be a small, broken house. Or maybe it was a shack with how small it was. It was broken and worn, but was also in surprising condition when you considered they were in the middle of a soul-filled swamp.

"Ok, now this really feels off." Snatcher said as he floated over, placing Shadow Kid on the ground of the building. He glanced around. On the window seal there was a single potted plant, and a bowl of what looked to be chopped-up cherry bombs. "Whatever this is, it's smart. I don't even know if I noticed any of these missing." He said as he glanced at the bowl. "Then again, I don't pay much attention to them anyway."

"Are they tasty?" Shadow Kid asked.

"No idea." Snatcher answered, glancing to the side as he laid down on the floor for a moment, just to rest. He wasn't really tired, physically at least. But staring at the swamp water felt like it was hurting his eyes after a while. Trying to notice even the faintest difference in them. He pause as he noted some fresh drops of swamp-water on the floor.

"Whoever they were, it looks like they were just here, Papa." Shadow Kid whispered, Snatcher giving a nod as he glanced to the edge, before floating above the building. Shadow Kid sat down as she watched him begin to scan the nearby area, being slow and quiet. Snatcher didn't want to alert whatever it was more than he likely already had. "Who would even want to be in the swamp anyway? It's creepy, even for us."

"I know-" He shut his mouth. He faintly saw whatever it was appeared under the house, before plopping back into the swamp. He even heard the faint splash it made. He brought a finger up to his mouth, making sure Shadow Kid knew to stay quiet. He began to scan the area, once again, before after a moment, giving a defeated sigh. He floated back to the house. "I don't think we can find it tonight little shadow, we should head back."

"But Papa, we're so close." Shadow Kid said, looking up at the ghost. Only to see him give a wink, and gave a small sigh as she nodded. "Alright then Papa. I guess we better head home, far away from here."

"But it is late, Shadow Kid. Ghost or not, you need rest as well." He said, placing her on his back and beginning to float away. He kept glancing behind him as he did, waiting. Once they were about six feet away from the house, he saw a small head poke out. Quickly, he turned around and dashed, grabbing the head before it could dunk under the water. "FOOL- OUCH!" He shouted, feeling something sharp stab into his hand.

"Papa!?" Shadow Kid asked worried, as whatever he had started to pull itself under the swamp more. He let out a growl seeing that, and tried to pull it back up. The feeling got worse as he did. How a bite to his hand hurt so bad when he was already long since dead, no idea. He didn't even have any blue stuff on him. "Papa! You need to let it go! I don't want you hurt!" Shadow Kid said, but Snatcher shook his head.

"Answer us!" Snatcher said as he finally pulled the creature from the swamp. Only to pause. "What in the.." He mumbled as he took in the creature's appearance.

At first glanced, the girl appeared to be a normal human child. Which, considering the location they were in, would have been weird enough. Her hair was a gradient of purple, blue, and white. It looked like it glowed despite not actually glowing. But her eyes... both turned from pinkish-purple to a cold blue. Ahd with the glare she currently gave the ghost, it looked like demonic eyes staring into his own soul. It crept him out, if he was honest.

He floated back over to the house, and as Shadow Kid slid down from his back, he began the process of trying to remove the child from his hand. The girl responded by biting in harder, making the ghost hiss again. Eventually, he was able to pull her off, and got her in the corner of the building so she couldn't run away. He glanced down at his hand, his wound healing already thanks to the ghostly magic. But the fact she even left a wound at all...

He paused as he saw Shadow Kid approach the girl slowly, the girl tilting her head as she looked at the two of them. He allowed himself to back up a bit. Only a bit. Just to give her more room to talk.

"Who are you two and why did you come to my place?" The girl asked, crossing her arms slightly as she backed herself in the corner, sticking her tongue out at the ghost faintly. Snatcher paused, her place? That couldn't truly be right, she couldn't live here. There was no way she could have survived all on her own. "This is the home of Ivy, and no one messes with it, unless they have my permission. Also, the big snake's hand tasted odd."

"That's my Papa you're talking about... and Ivy. Is that your name?" Shadow Kid asked, getting a nod from the girl. Well, that was one questioned answered. But there were still many going through the former prince's mind. He saw Shadow Kid give a smile, before she glanced at the small matters piece that was nearby and frowned. "Why are you here all alone?" Shadow Kid asked, glancing at Ivy. "Don't you have anyone else?"

"Yea, where are your parents, kid?" Snatcher asked. "They must be worried about you. Looking for you."

"I don't have one of those. I just woke up here one day and been swimming with the funny faces every since." Ivy simply said, pointing down to the swamp water nearby. Snatcher paused as he took in that information. That sounded so natural coming from the child. She had no idea how many people lost their lives too it. "Occasionally I'll sneak and grab some food but I can go very long without eating. Can you two?"

"Yes, but that's because we're ghosts. You're alive!" Shadow Kid said, clearly confused as she looked to her father for answers. Answers he didn't have because the word 'alive' made him note something. Shouldn't Ivy be older? She looks about the same age as the glimpse of her he was able to catch when they went to the contract time, and that was seven years ago. "You're suppose to eat like, three times a day!"

"Well. I don't." Ivy asked as she tilted her head. "I can go longer than three months without eating."

"But you're a living child, how is this possible?! How are you surviving the swamp, kid? Do you even know what's in that?" He asked, pointing to the swamp... he should stop referring to it as 'water' because there was no way in any lifetime that would count as water. Ivy just gave a shrug, adjusting the sleeves on her pink sweater-like outfit. "My. Brain Hurts... someone must have been here. You can't have been safe all alone here since you were a baby."

"I was never a baby?" Ivy responded. The ghost felt like a machine about to break in a million parts. He should know by now that on this planet, nothing was impossible. But that didn't change what all this girl was claiming would be impossible, even for this planet. No one stayed the same age forever unless you were dead. "I just, woke up one day. Like this." Ivy said, glancing down at herself. "I've been like this for... about a decade or two."

"That's so cool!" Shadow Kid said, giving a small clap as Ivy gave a smile. A look in the girl's eyes that said 'someone gets it'. "So, you can't get hurt by the swamp, at all?"

"You both can?" Ivy asked, confused as she went to the edge. She gave a smile as she hopped down, soul-filled 'water' splashing into the air as she fell in. Shadow Kid went over to the edge, a bit worried. But Ivy poked her head above the liquid just fine. It was then Snatcher noted the faintest glow where her body ment the swamp. "It's never done anything bad to me. Like, occasionally a hand or something will raise in the distance, but that's rare."

"I think there's a spell on you." Snatcher stated, the girl glancing up at him and tilting her head in confusion. It was the only thing he could think of. Who would cast that spell on her and leave her to fend for herself in a haunted forest, he didn't know. Plus, he didn't know any spells that stopped aging, so there was still that to be answered. "Normally that... stuff.. tries to drown anything dead or alive, make it a part of itself."

"I wonder who put that spell on you then." Shadow Kid said as she glanced down at Ivy, before letting out a small yawn. She shook her head a bit. "No, I wanna stay up. I wanna know more. I'm a ghost, ghost shouldn't get sleepy..."

"Trust me, I questioned that a lot when I first died..." Snatcher sighed as he picked Shadow Kid up in one hand, before pausing as he heard Ivy yawn, seeing the girl climb back into the home and head to the mattress. It was… in decent condition, could still be slept on. But it didn't look the most comfortable for a child... "When did I start carrying?" He asked himself as he picked up Ivy in his other hand. "You're staying with me until I get you a new bed."

"Hey!" Ivy called, and went to bite him once again, but he managed to move a finger up to her jaw to close it before she had the chance. He thought about leaving her for a moment, wouldn't be the worst thing he’d done. But that annoying soft spot that became a part of him wouldn't let him, so he sighed as he kept going. "I'll be fine, the bed isn't that bad anyway. Sure I get poked sometimes when I'm on it, but still-"

"I'm trying to help." Snatcher stated, glancing down at Shadow as she adjusted her position in his arm, letting out a small snore. He gave a soft smile at that, before glancing to the side. "And besides Ivy, there's a few more things I wanna know."

"Well, what if I don't have the answer?" Ivy asked, glancing at the ghost with a slight glare. As much as the girl didn't want to admit it, she was getting a bit tired and didn't know if she would be able to swim back even if she got out of the ghost's arms.

"Then I guess we'll just have to wait and see." Snatcher said, finally seeing the tree and heading to it, giving a small sigh.

He would only remember as he had a sleeping Ivy clinging to his arm in a way he couldn't get off that he could have just summoned a bed at the house. He let out an annoyed groan at the realization.

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The next morning, Snatcher had to quickly keep Ivy from running back to the swamp. Partly because he still didn't fulfill the 'getting a decent bed' thought in his mind, but mostly because he wanted to try and figure out what on earth the girl was. Was this girl even from earth. Or.. this earth? Maybe she fell from a spaceship like Hat Girl and just bumped her head and lost all her memory. And maybe her species just aged very slowly.

He did a few small spells on her, nothing major. Just small spells that gave a glow that would indicate something about the person it was cast on. They were all ones he made upon finding a 'truth or lie' spell. After bringing Macbeth back from the dead, he found himself messing with spells more. Not that any of that mattered when the spells didn't seem to work on Ivy, or at least didn't give him the clear info he needed.

The weirdest result was when he decided to try a spell to see if there was anyone she was related to near the area. A small glow simply went to the swap itself, before going right up into the sky. Snatcher knew for a fact it wasn't supposed to do that, even if the girl had no family around.

"Maybe she was born from a star?" Shadow Kid asked, Ivy giving a chuckle at the idea. Snatcher shook his head at that, although at this point, she might as well be. He couldn't seem to find anything on the girl afterall, no clue to what she even was. She seemed human in appearance, but the results from the spell indicated she was something else. "I mean, the light went up too the sky after it headed too the swamp."

"Who knows, sounds like Ivy there is just unique." Macbeth's voice suddenly called, the group looking to see the train conductor step into the tree. Snatcher gave a small sigh. He wasn't sure if he was relieved to have possible help, or should be annoyed by another distraction. Macbeth took his hat off as he glanced at the girls. "Why don't you go outside and play, me and Snatcher can talk a bit. You to Alex." He added as he glanced at the dweller.

"I have my eyes on you." Snatcher called as both the kids, and the few minions and dwellers that had joined them, headed outside. He gave a frustrated sigh before turning back to the toppat. "I have no idea what she is! Or how she got here. Who leaves a child alone in a place like this anyway?!"

"Don't know, but I want to punch them." Macbeth sighed. "You know, this is the one time your voice waking me up when I fall asleep turn out useful. Was in a weird dream early ;last night.." Snatcher tilted his head as Macbeth shook his. The train conductor picked up a book from the ground, being too look through it while keeping his glance at the children outside. "So.. anything you noted that you haven't said aloud."

"You should know me well enough by now to know the answer." Snatcher said, Macbeth giving a sigh as he leant against the wall a bit. "None of what I do makes any sense. I could use spells that have more direct answers but that would risk hurting Ivy..." He let out a small chuckle as he turned to Macbeth, who rose a brow. "Can you believe I used to try and steal souls from kids with how I'm acting now? It's like I'm different."

"If only you stop screamin' at the top of yo' lungs every time you get one." Macbeth mumbled, Snatcher crossing his arms a bit. The ghostly conductor soon closed the book with a sigh, shaking his head. "I.. didn't just come to talk about Ivy. She's still a reason I'm here but... well.."

"Did someone die in that training session you had to do conveniently the day I needed you to help me with the well?" Snatcher asked, raising a brow. Macbeth gave him a glare that would have killed the ghost if he wasn't already dead. The ghost gave a bit of evil laughter as he raised a dismissive hand. The fellow ghost shook his head. "Come on, don't take everything so seriously!" He chuckled. "But for real, what's bugging you."

"Badge Seller stopped by a few days ago, and somethin' felt... off about him." Mr. Macbeth said, glancing up at the ghost.

Before Snatcher could question the fellow ghost about what was 'off', there was the faint, yet sudden sound of a rush nearby. "Princess, wait!" They heard one of the minions call.

"Oh god..." Snatcher said as he went over to the group of minions, Macbeth following behind. The minions and dwellers were all there, Alexsandera heading back over to their adoptive father. But no sign of either of the two girls. "What happened? How did they run off in such a short time?!"

"They just... did." One of the minions said. "We do it all the time, boss."

"Yes, but I expect this beachoir from all of you. Not my little Shadow!" Snatcher said, taking a hand and dragging it down his face.

"Now you know how Reginald and Right Hand Man feel." Macbeth stated, glancing up at the ghost. He was worried, but the only hint of it was a look in his eyes. He began to glance around, checking the nearby bushes, letting out an annoyed sigh when his efforts resulted in a Bushcat running off. He turned back to the minions. "Which way did the girls go?" He asked, the group all pointing to a direction about east. "Great, stay here."

"Hey, don't tell my minions what to do." Snatcher commented, but his voice was slightly shaky. He was worried for his daughter, and for Ivy. He should have known the swamp-girl would be the type to run off like this. He needed to find them both and make sure they were ok. He did slow down a bit, not because he wanted to, but because he felt something. "Careful, there's fire spirits nearby. Their magic can hurt ghost like us."

"Huh..." Macbeth noted, as if a little surprised by the idea. Alexsadera glanced up at Macbeth, a little worry shown in their eyes as they shook upon hearing the creature's names. Macbeth sighed and allowed them to rest in his arms for a moment, before letting them head in his hat. "Don't come out until it's safe, Alex."

"You think these things would just finish killing themselves." Snatcher mumbled. "This is the last day I want to be worrying about them."

"It could have been your ex, just sayin'." Macbeth said, glancing at the ghost who gave him a sharp glare. The ghost rolled his eyes as he came up to a tree with some old, burnt signs pinned to it. "Probably best we split up. Cover more ground that way. Plus, I know from experience, kids are more likely to sneak away successfully when there's more than one person lookin' for them in the area."

"Really? Huh, might have to use that information and set up more traps... not for kids of course." The phantom ruler quickly added when Macbeth went to toss a rock at him for the comment.

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Ivy felt like she was in a trance at the sight. She had quietly convinced Shadow Kid to run off and have a game of tag, just the two of them. As much as she didn't want to admit it out loud, she was so excited about finally meeting someone around her age. And the forest was so much cooler than the parts she could see from the swamp. They both ended up laughing and playing for what felt like hours to them, but likely was only half of one at most.

But then they came across the glowing creatures. Fire spirits were what they were called, according to Shadow Kid at least. They were dancing around a campfire, trying to make the heat of it burn. Part of her termabled at the sight, but she didn't know why. They were so beautiful... She couldn't get her eyes off them. Watching the ashes from the fire dance around a bit in the wind, along with the embers that came off their tails.

She took a small step forward to them, but that was when Shadow Kid garbbed her hand and began to pull her back. She finally took her eyes off the fox-like creatures and glanced at the ghost child, who had fear in those yellow eyes. She was shaking a bit, despite the area being warm.

"Papa says we should never go near the fire spirits. Says they can hurt ghosts like me..." Shadow explained with a small shake to her voice. Ivy tilted her head at that. Ghosts could get hurt. Based on her understanding, ghosts were people who already died. Then again, her teeth apparenally hurt that long snake-like ghost. "W-We should go." She said, pulling Ivy back with her. "Papa is likely worried about us."

"He can worry a minute longer." Ivy said, shaking her arm free and quickly racing over to the fire spirits. Shadow Kid gulped as she saw her get closed, especially since the dancing of the creatures seemed to slow. The fire looked like it took a different... hue? She didn't know the right turn, but it suddenly seemed more red than before. "Hello!" Ivy announced when she was only a few feet from the glowing creatures.

They paused, and slowly glanced at her. The fire seemed to burn, and something about it felt... angry. Ivy took a small step back, but kept a smile on her face. A smile that disappeared as a long ribbon-like bit of fire came from the pit, reaching for her and quickly wrapping around, turning to smoke.

Ivy was confused, and about to let out a sigh of relief.... before the pain started. Despite not being fire, and not actually burning her skin, the smoke that suddenly wrapped around her tighter burned like it was still just a bit of fire. It felt like it was getting harder to breathe, a feeling she never experienced before. She glanced down at the fire spirits for help, but they had gone back to dancing around the campfire.

Shadow Kid covered her mouth as she heard Ivy scream again as the smoke became tighter. She didn't know what to do. She was shouting at herself internally to help, but she had no idea how to. Papa never taught her spells for dealing with fire spirits... or maybe he did. "L-Let Ivy Go!" She shouted, a few small sparks forming in her hand as she shot the little bits of electricity out at the spirits. They didn’t even flinch.

"S-Shadow!" Ivy was able to cough out as she glanced back at the girl, and Shadow glanced at the smoke that held her.

It was a risky and dumb move in hidesight, but in that moment something took over Shadow as she raced over, jumping right into the smoke that held Ivy. She was only in it for a minute at most to help her friend struggle free, but dear god it hurt. She felt like she was going to pass out from the pain alone as she grabbed Ivy's arm once they were free, running off.

She didn't dare look away or stop until the heat from the fire had faded, and she glanced over at Ivy. Her body was burnt, the burnt marks almost looking like they had cracks. Ivy let out a cough, what appeared to be speaks of light coming out as she did...

"H-Here.." SHadow Kid said, taking Ivy's hand and holding it with her own. She began to recite a spell Papa taught her under her breath, a faint glow coming from them as the burn marks started to fade from the girl's hand.

"...What were you thinking...?" Ivy asked. "You could have died. Or.. whatever ghost death is."

"I'm... I am the princess of this kingdom. One day I’ll be Queen, maybe..." Shadow said, a small whimper in her voice she tried to hide. She glanced up at Ivy, who was rubbing one of her wounds with her sleeve. "And a good queen doesn't stand by and let her subjects be hurt... And as long as you live in this forest, you are a subject..."

Ivy shook her head. She glanced up at the eternal night sky above, staring at the moon. It almost felt like the floating rock was watching them. Although Ivy had no idea why.

"I'm sorry... I should have listened to you." Ivy said, gently pushing Shadow Kid's hand away from her own, her body aching because of the movements. Shadow Kid just sighed. "Those things... it felt like they were reaching into my soul. Or, whatever they summoned did... It felt like..."

"KIDS!" Snatcher voice suddenly called, the girls looking over as the ghost dashed to where they were, worry on his face. "Oh Shadow you know not to run off like- WHY ARE YOU BURNT?! Was it those fire spirits? It was those-"

"D-Don't blame her... It's my fault..." Ivy said, standing up with a slight shake. Any anger Snatcher could begin to feel for the claim was quickly washed away by the girl's hurt voice. He began to cast healing magic on both, but his healing was never good. He spent too much time focusing on more evil spells. "S-She warned me, said we should head back to you. I didn't listen.. I-I wish I did."

Snatcher was silent as Macbeth came over, quickly beginning to wipe the tears that started to fall from Ivy's eyes again. Because his mind was filled with an anger he hadn't felt in a long time.

Oh if only he could have it his way. He would put those fire spirits through a slow and agonizing death. No, even that was too kind. Death was all those creatures craved. If he had it his way, he'd find some way to keep them alive throughout that long, agonizing process. Maybe use the painting spell. Keep them in pain for all eternity... He wasn't even sure if it was possible for those things to go to hell, after all. Might as well make sure they got the closest thing to it.

He snapped out of his mind when he felt Shadow Kid lean against him, yellow tears falling from her eyes and onto the ground as she sobbed. Snatcher bent down, shrinking just a bit, carefully wrapping his arms around her. His chest became a bit damp as Shadow Kid began to sob into it more. God, if only it was possible to never let her go...

He locked eyes with Macbeth, who had glanced up at him. His eyes had the faintest green glow around them, a faint glow coming from his hands he allowed Ivy to cling to him. There were no words shared between the two, not even a breath. But the look in each other's eyes told them they both had the same thought.

Those demons weren't getting away with this. They were going to pay.

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It took a little over half a week for both the girls to heal enough from their wounds to start running and playing around again. Well, physical wounds at least. Snatcher knew the event would likely stick around in the girl's nightmares for centuries to come. Well, at least for Shadow it would. Snatcher had no idea how long Ivy would live.

He knew he woke up at least twice a night from the nightmares that haunted him since that day.

He had been hesitant to bring Ivy back to her home in the swamp at all, especially so soon. The only pro he could think of from the situation was that there would be no way for the fire sprites to get anywhere close to her. The only ones that would have the chance were the ones him and Macbeth slowly drowned in the swamp once both the girls and Alexsandera had fallen asleep.

Apparently that was the closest Macbeth ever willingly went near water in his entire life.

It was almost scary how little the fire sprites actually fought back. Despite their screams of pain as the souls of the swamp tore at them, and broke into their very souls.

He still needed to look up the word 'Ezra', the last word they heard a fire spirit said.

Regardless, he would have kept Ivy safe at his home, or at the village, longer. But it was clear from the way she glanced at the swamp. She didn't dare run off, not again. But he could tell she was homesick.

So reluctantly, he took her back to her home. He did finally get her that bed, and made her have a first aid kit and some food in case anything happened. He was worried when he saw her fall into the swap, that this time she wouldn't make it out. But she came up just as fine as before.

"I still need to know how you do that." The ghost commented. Ivy simply stuck her tongue out at him, and he gave a brief smile at that. "Hey. I don't want you breaking into my forest and bugging me for every little thing. But if something major comes up, well." He shrugged. "I guess my door's always open."

"You don't even have a door." Ivy stated, a smirk in her voice as well as on her face. The ghost gave an annoyed huff, before letting out a sigh as he waved to the girl before leaving. "Bye Grumpy Noodle!" He heard the girl shout.

At least everything was... fine for now. He couldn't really say things were good, but they could be worse.

....Huh, he never did get around to letting Macbeth finish talking about the Badge Seller.

It was likely nothing after all.

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“You shouldn’t have to leave here if you’re not comfortable. Story coming true or not.” Hydartic stated above the sand being.

He felt… strange. He hardly left the electronics of the cruise ship in years. He felt odd when he was in this more…spirit-like form. The last time he was like it was the night Anamund got some of the toppats stuck in the Eversteads cave. He only came here because the cruise ship needed to be powered off for repairs, so it wasn’t like the captain would notice if he left.

“But… What if the fire does something?” Autiomaa asked, glancing up at the electrical being, rain falling onto their cloak from the storm above. This was one of the few times they saw one in their entire existence. “What if we’re the only ones who can stop it?”

“I don’t know… All I know is I don’t like this.” Hydartic said, shaking his head as he glanced to the side. “I keep telling myself I moved on from what we were before. But I can’t, partly because Badge just can’t let me-” He cut himself off. “Sorry… this is our first time meeting… I shouldn’t be getting mad around you.”

“Badge means well… I’m pretty sure he does…” The sand being said, glancing at the ground below.

“He does, don’t get me wrong!” Hydartic said. “It's just… we all know it's coming. But it, hurts to be reminded. Why can’t we just enjoy our last few moments of peace before everything… Wait…” He glanced up. “I didn’t notice the wind was picking up… Sorry Auto. I gotta go.”

“When will I see you again?” Autiomaa asked, a bit of worry in their voice, forming a sand-hand to reach out for the figure.

“... I don’t know… But we will again… our story says so.” Hydartic stated. “Just, if you do decide to leave. Beware the reaminds of Ezra’s greed.”

#a hat in time #the henry stickmin collection #a hat in time fanfic #henry stickmin fanfic #tw death #tw burns #ahit snatcher #henry stickmin mr. macbeth #ahit oc #ahit fire spirits #there’s probably more I can tag but I can’t do it properly

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sarah-dipitous · 1 year

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Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 30

The Blind Banker

"The Blind Banker"

What makes me sad about the Sherlock episodes is I don't think I'm ever going to be able to formulate any fun little games like I have for Supernatural (and may yet develop for Doctor Who). They just come up too infrequently.

I forgot how weird the cinematography in Sherlock can get. There was just this really small segment where...it felt like when a video games frame rate drops. Lasted like 10 seconds and then........like, why did you do that?

Moffat, I think, should be allowed to come up with concepts, but not be allowed to write...and especially not write female characters. This is the coldest take I may have ever had. It's just this poor museum worker...

Man, I've either skipped this episode a bunch of times or just paid far less attention during it because, while I can recall a FEW scenes and something of a general outline for the mystery, there's an HOUR AND A HALF OF STORY. And I know I can't fill in that much from memory.

Yeah, there's a life or death fight with a guy with a sword at 221B, but OMG JOHN IS ME. I prefer using the self-checkout when shopping, but because I know how. to. do. things. right., it's so frustrating when the machine doesn't cooperate. I very recently got to the end of all my scanning, everything was bagged, I was just down to PAYING and the computer decided to call for assistance. Not me, the computer, for no discernible reason. Anyway, John, I feel your pain

"I had a row with the chip and PIN machine" "You had a row?" "Sort of. It sat there and I shouted abuse." Well, now he's just me with every machine I have at work.

(Guys, we're less than 10 minutes in. I'm...extremely sorry for how long the Sherlock ones get. In my defense, this was my main obsession of the three back in the day.)

I'm sure somewhere on this website there's a gifset of Sherlock going around this office, dipping between the cubicles alongside gifs of David Tenant doing the same in Partners In Crime. I probably reblogged it back in the day (but that might have been before I really started tagging things)

Sure, some of the deductions are bullshit, but figuring out who the message was for was pretty impressive. Also, I will also never be mad at him putting the cops to shame.

Ok. I'm starting to remember, this is a smuggling ring...backed by Moriarty question mark??? I know he gets a mention at the end (sorry, we're now four weeks out from seeing him and i'm going to be ANNOYING)

--At this moment, 8:10pm, I've paused for the gazillionth time, but this time to go through the tag for the episode...and it's a shock to know that this is either THE episode with THE tight purple shirt that is the entire reason I use purple for the Sherlock titles or it's just the FIRST one with it. Omg. I've been scrolling and scrolling the tag for ages trying to find anything with that shirt in its actual color. You couldn't escape it ten years ago. Now? Nothing.

THIS shirt. God. I have to do EVERYTHING around here--

You can kind of tell that John's never done anything wrong ever in his entire life (save for the murder last episode, but even that was to defend someone who was about to be murdered-ish) by the way he didn't run the second Sherlock and the graffiti artist started running

One thing about John (and possibly just Martin Freeman) is that he really know how to yell at someone while barely raising his voice. I mean, suuuuure, is Sherlock getting attacked and nearly dying? Yeah, but John's annoyed with him.

Also, I didn't say this before, but I meant to...Sherlock's a lot better at lying to people to convince them to do things than Dean...or Sam, honestly.

Oh! Oh! Ohhhhh!! The number pairs are like...page number, word number of some book from that library book!! I'm piecing it together now!

Omg this Scotland Yard detective is insufferable. At least Lestrade knows he's outmatched and needs Sherlock's help. This guy won't believe there's a serial murderer even with three victims until Sherlock can prove it. Like won't even investigate it? At all??

I love Molly but I loathe how easily she gets played by Sherlock. How easily she's manipulated by him. The slightest compliment. Not even a compliment, honestly. First he just notices her hair is styled different, then says it suits her better like that. Dude. Stop falling for this, girl.

Look, I like Sarah and John, they're cute, but also my aro-spec ace ass could never accidentally (or not) say "good" when someone says they don't have a significant other after. ESPECIALLY if I've accused them of slacking on the job due to said non-existent partner. Good LORD.

How are you so bad at hiding that you almost get caught that easily??...No, you DID get caught that easily. John was right. You don't think anyone can compare to your massive ego, Sherlock.

You know what? The Black Lotus had every right to do what they did. The banker and the librarian were just two more in a long line of the English going to distant countries and taking shit that ain't theirs. They had every right to kill them over an artifact worth MILLIONS that the banker's secretary will now have to hide for the rest of her life.

Mrs. Hudson takes such good care of her boys.

Sorry, but if I got kidnapped and almost killed after a date where my date's roommate crashed to drag said date into solving a mystery with him, there wouldn't be a second date. There would only be my permanent 'fun fact about me.'

#hellsite nostalgia tour 2023

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we used to be friends, way before, and like, wow, youve gone so far, proud of you

🥹🥹🥹 oh my goodness!! anon if youre who i think you are (i am somewhat confident in my silly hunch), im so happy to know youre still out there even if we dont talk anymore!!! admittedly i have the most terrible memory ever so i barely remember much of our time together (i wish i remembered more!! but as is, i cant even remember the last time i showered lmfao) but since its been such a long time, i hope its ok if i give you a Riley Life Update of the past.. two, three years? <- it feels like it has been longer than that 😭😭

2020!! i graduated!! i enrolled in school! i girlslayed hard! however due to World Events, i cant go to school in person and am relegated to online classes in my room </3 unfortunately im also in the deepest depths of my genshin phase and ran both my own And denver’s acc. sometimes i paid for her acc’s battlepass too it was bad DBDKBFJ

2021! girlslaying starting to fail from burnout and severe depression from being shut in! i passed my first semester exams with flying colors! i failed all but one of my second semester exams. also come january im both afflicted with covid and experiencing a bad bed bug infestation. #girlsuffering. i dropped out in the summer ^_^ this is when the terrible moodswings hit (i thought they were moodswings but as it turns out, i was incredibly emotionally unstable!! more on this later)

2022!! last year oh my gosh! denver and jasper/moth and i started talking about moving in together, which requires me to have money of course. so aprilish i get a job! i work at starbucks! i girlslay REALLY hard. i also start playing ensemble stars (the beginning of my curse……..). come july i had a massive breakdown and almost broke up with denver and our mutual friend group 👍 it was Bad bad.. but things worked out? <- this experience has led me to believe im probably a bpd haver becos of how wildly unstable i am. fun! crasy asf!

moving plans fall through as summer goes by, im still employed at my job, still havent gotten my license yet but it is ok i will get it soon, and come 2023, moving plans are back on!! hopefully will be seen-through ny the time summer comes…

tldr i have bpd, i dropped out and got a job, im gay a shit over idol bot gacha game, and by summer, ill hopefully be moved in with denver!! yeha those are the important updates! for me at least. randys in college now btw!!! in her sophomore year!! shes incredible truly! she lives on campus so i usually only see her once a month or so but shes literally awesome ^_^

very long update post and i made it all about me 💔 theres history between us that ive unfortunately forgotten and im sad that ive forgotten (then again i could always read back, but every time ive tried, ive only cringed at myself like OOGH is that me?? sickening) but im really glad to have gotten this anon!! if youre not the person i think you are thats okay and also i am sorry i assumed UEGEJVFDJF i needed this i think to try and reflect back on. the crazy ass time my newrly three years of adult life has been.. im 21 in july!!! crazy as hell!

i also hope the formatting is ok, i try to break up big paragraphs w/o starting a brand new one for the sake of readability <:] i think i mightbe learned that from you? i dont remember though guwbddjjd.. but i think about you on the occasion as i do with everyone ive ever met ever and im glad to know youre still kicking it like i am.. life is rough a hell 💔

theres not enough words i can say that can make up for not remembering us too well and also for saying and doing hurtful things to you if theres one thing ive not forgotten, its that i was not a very nice person way back when. but i hope now youre in a better place and you have friends who love you just as much as i did and still do!!

i have to go to work but uuwheuehehhehehrhfht thank you for reaching out anon i hope this post was nice to read and feel free to live in my inbox for forever, even if you wanna stay anonymous forever i dont mind! if youre not the person i was thinking of, rest well with the joy that youve given me a moment to reflect on myself euwhhwrh but if you ARE the person i was thinking of. im sorry i hurt you. and thank you!! i love you!! im glad you were a part of my life. i hope your day is good and your tomorrow is better!! live in my inbox if it pleases you!!

EDIT: FROGOR TO SAY IM PROUD OF YOU TOO 👍

#long post #anon #ILL ADD A READMORE LATER AFTER WORK SORRYRYEHJFG

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Self discovery can lead to some weird outcomes as a shapeshifter

This is new

4/24

This is my first journal entry, mami said to keep one for my emotions cause things are getting weird for me.

Somethings you don't want your sister to know, you know? At least when I don't really know myself.

So, yeah, I am Camilo Madrigal. At least... I think? Whatever that means

I got a gift of shapeshifting when I was 5. I barely remember not having it. I also got a new room, with mirrors and stuff, probably to be able to make sure I can practice it.

I don't really like them though. I mean sometimes when I walk past them in the middle of the night... I'm looking distorted in the mirror and its getting a bit hard to know what is real.

Am I Mirabel? Am I Jose, or Mariano? Do I have ridiculously big hands, or am I tiny like a bug? Probably a mix of everyone I've ever known.

I don't like thinking about this stuff but I can't help it at the moment. The thoughts just.. appear.

Since I got to 15 years old, I've been having a lot of changes that I don't really want. Just changes that tía says is normal but it doesn't feel normal at all.

I've been the only boy for a long time, and Toni sure wouldn't understand this for a long time.

I don't want this... to be honest. I feel like I'm shifting into something I can't control and looking in the mirrors is worse now.

Last week I tried to use my gift in ways that I had never done before.

In my room, while looking in the mirrors for a while I tried to shift into a person who doesn't exist. I just wanted to look like me and not just what everyone was used to. Nothing was working for a while until I found a look that just really stuck out to me.

I had longer hair which was slightly lighter, freckles and smaller hands, and a tiny bit more like a woman.

I went out into the town, I was worried at first because people might recognise me even though I was wearing something that I barely wore that even mum didn't recognise.

But no one really recognised me and I just went around looking at everything and it felt a lot different.

It felt very right to be like that. I don't know what that means.

Though there was much more to this than I expected. After trying out my new body for size for a few days, I went back home after babysitting.

My cousins were spending a long time each in the bathroom but I really needed to go, I thought I was really constipated. When I finally got to the toilet after an hour, the shock of seeing a large streak of fresh blood across my boxers put me into a huge panic.

I opened the door slightly and called for dad, then I saw Dolores run to get him from the yard. I was so panicked I honestly thought I was dying. I tried to switch back to look like a boy again before he arrived.

When dad came up he didn't react much better, he had no idea what to do and rushed me to tía. I told her I was bleeding in my underwear and she looked extremely confused.

She told me she would have to do some tests but then it occured to me that it might be what women have every month. I never really paid attention to it before now, it didn't feel like my business you know.

I did end up managing to tell Juli that I had shifted into a woman's body and just didn't change back for a week. Her look of concern turned to confusion and then relief.

She then said "Ay, Camilo" before rubbing the bridge of her nose. She then told me that I must have given myself a period accidently by doing that.

She explained that all my cousins and sister get them. It happens every month and can mess with emotions and health in all sorts of ways.

I told her didn't know what it was but it was terrifying to just have that and not know what on earth it was. She understood and asked if I was feeling ok.

I told her that I had constipation and she made me a tea for that and that definitely solved it. She showed how to use a pad and I asked why I couldn't just use the toilet roll, and she said it wouldn't be enough for the amount that people usually bleed and it could slip out and I could leak.

Later that night, mami and tía talked about it while I loomed hidden at the doorway. I thought mami would be upset but I didn't hear any thunder or rain. She then gave me this journal, said I could use it to explore all my emotions around my body and stuff. I think i'm gonna keep changing into the self that feels right, and if I'm going to have to put up with bleeding occasionally then sure.

9/20

It's been five months since the first time I shifted into my female form and since then I've also experienced periods, in their full length.

The entire summer from June first to August first I decided to test my power and see how long I could stay Camilla.

Don't ask, adding an extra L and an A to the first part of my name was the easiest way for my family to identify me. And if you're gonna blame anyone blame my menacing Prima mirabel she's the one that came up with the name in the first place.

But with saying I spent the summer as a girl, I also have to say this; my powers are crazy awesome. My entire wardrobe practically shapeshifted with me. Everything that was there, my underwear, ruanas, pants, and shirts became girly, boxers became bloomers with a chameleon on the hip instead of the rear, bras appeared out of nowhere, my shirts and pants became blouses and my ruanas became skirts. A few became dresses, but it was mostly blouses and skirts like mi hermana wore.

But instead of red and cream it was yellow and tan, a tan blouse and yellow chameleon patterned skirt. It was me, a different me, and i liked it… well most of it. In the time I spent shifting into Camilla my body basically did the world's fastest female puberty ever; a cups became c's overnight, and hair that was previously nonexistent showed up an so on.

But my period as Camilla was much similar to mama's, my bleeding lasted 6 days, my cramps tended to be in my lower back and abdomen, and I got period migraines. They sucked, I had to go to Dolores’s room to survive them, it was like my ears became sensitive to sound and my head felt like it was being smashed by a hammer; my nausea was so bad I could hardly keep anything down, and I cried. A lot.

Mama and tía helped a lot, they brought me tea and massaged my back, comforted me through the nonsensical crying and the bouts of easily triggered anger. By the end of it all, I was gathered with the other girls in the house, having a conversation about all these symptoms over tea while papa and tio were out with antonio. Tio Bruno was in his rebuilt tower, probably scripting a rat telenovela.

"So all of that is normal?" I was astonished.

"Basically, we often get deemed as dramatic or sensitive. Truth is hormones go all to hell and back during that week so yeah moods are common, especially for you look at who your mamí is 'Mila," tia Julieta told.

"You're not perfect either oh golden child julieta," pepa pressed.

"But you're worse, stormy," tia teased using what I can only assume is a childhood nickname for Mami.

"Sit still and shut up, they forgot we exist right now, and trust me this is far better than any of tio bruno's telenovelas" Dolores leaned over and whispered to me.

"I storm for a week when I'm five and nearly fifty years later you still use the nickname? Fine then if we're playing dirty like that, let's play, smokey" Mama said

"I was five! I didn't know how to cook! At Least casita aired out the kitchen afterwards, yet you nearly flooded the encanto." Julieta defended

"Look, to a five year old a lost toy is a big deal. Plus it was my cuddle bunny," pepa told

"You mean is, You never stopped dragging it around, and I think you owe gus a thanks for fixing sir hops, he spent five hours washing him, and fixing all the tears and holes and resewed his button eyes so they didn't fall off," tia julieta said pushing her mami's buttons and also showing how good of a sister she could be.

"Where is he?" Mama asked a rainbow beginning to sprout above her

"On your bed, agustin put him there before he left with Felix and antonio," tia said smiling as she kneaded the dough.

Mama turned around and yelped,

"How long have you five been there?" She asked before Dolores reminded her

"The whole time, honestly mama how could you forget we were here, tia was telling Camila her mood swings were perfectly normal," dolores said laughing.

"Got lost in the banter, it's a triplet thing, she's five minutes older and thinks she's perfect," mami said before hopping up the stairs to retrieve her bunny.

"Atleast im not the triplet with a stuffed bunny I've carried around for nearly forty-eight years," tia yelled as we broke into a fit of laughter at their shenanigans.

Hope you enjoy ❤

#women's rights #encanto comic #madrigal sisters #bruno magridal #incorrect encanto quotes #madrigal cousins #encanto headcanons #encanto disney #encanto bruno #encanto au #encanto camilo #camilo madrigal #camilo gets a period #poor boy #camilo needs a hug

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HELLO! :D

HIYA!! SINCE I GOT THIS IMA USE IT AS AN OPPURTUNITY 2 RANT ABT MY LIFE RECENTLY!! MWAHAHHA also omg haiii itz been so long omg

SOOO twirling my hair rn btw I GOT A GIRLFRINED :3333 AND WE'RE SOOOOOO IN LOVE ITS SO GROSS!!

i've been getting paid for cleaning for my brother the past few days so i finally have enough to buy the stuff that i want without feeling bad!!! (at least 4 now x3)

I NOW HAVE A WHOLE 5 FRIENDS!!! which is better than my old only 1!! and theyre all very cool i love my friends

i've also gotten into rdr2, sonic kinda, tomodachi life, and uhhh probably others i just cant remember!!!

ive gotten into baking,,, i love making bread, and cakes rn and i wanna try to make conchas later eventually

i love my gf btw? havei said that yet <333, THEYVEE INSPIRED ME TO START DRAWING AGAIN SOOO IM VERY HAPPY TO BE HAPPY ENOUGH TO DO STUFF AGAIN-

oh!! also i have a fnaf rp blog, its @fazbear-enterprises and its silly and my favorite blog that i have!!

ok thats all byeee-

#agentbobr #rant

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OK FIRST OFF

thank you 🫶🏻 life is definitely humbling me since i started my last year and again, almost failed one of my exams bc i thought i was good at geography but turns out i wasn’t and butchered my way through it.. im surprised i still somehow passed it with a 7.5/10 🤡 but i got a 10/10 on history which is supposedly the second hardest exam after math so i won something iguess 😹

the first year will definitely be hard as im moving in a different city and when i went to enroll i alr got lost in the campus ☠️☠️ it will definitely be interesting… it is!! i actually found out more abt the courses from actual students there and it seems nice, a futuristic job thats paid well too so 🤞🏻 but i will definitely keep u updated on how i shall fail my uni exams too😭 it is somewhat worse than it was before due to family issuess but what can we do, right?😭 it actually did,, im into this group zb1 (zerobaseone) which u must have heard of, or perhaps the survival show boys planet😭 so ill be enjoying the next 2 years with them until they disband 😹

AND THE WAY THIS MADE ME LAUGH BUT CRY BADLY AT THE SAME TIME “i gery much hope u get a lot of happiness bc whenever unsend an ask it’s usually really sad “ like do i actually sound so sad and depressed in each ask i send… even my messages are as depressed as me wow 🤡

…wdym writing the same fic…… GIVE UP OR HUST END IT ON A CLIFFHANGER 😭 and no omg:( i pray for a speedy recovery for you!! 🥹🫶🏻 its summer,, i hope u will feel better soon and enjoy the summer <3

damn… missed my 18th & 19th bday with no yeosang fic AT LEAST FOR MY 20TH SOMETHING ???? LIKE AN IMAGINE THERE SMTH 🥲 🌃

OKAY DBWNBDKW

u know what, what matters is that we passed 🤚🏻 for uni just rmr as long as ur above 50% WE WINNING????) PARTY???? anon YOU ARE SMART DO NOT UNDERESTIMATE YOURSELF LIKE THAT

a job that pays well 🤲🏻😭😭 it’s all we want,, oo i hope u found friends from those ppl u talked too!! OH UR A ZBO TOO???? BIAS DROP RN 🔫

YOU DO AND IM ALWAYS RESPONDING W WORRY BC WHY IS UR LIFE SO SAD LIKE THAT??? WHAT HAPPENED TO RAINBOW AND DAISES???

do not remind me anyway will drop teaser tmr (i think) FHWKHDWK YEOSANG IS AT THE BOTTOM OF THE TANK RN FBDDB

#✉️ : ask #🌃 anon

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cantalooprat · 2 years

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Card Room

What I Liked

??????????? i feel like being able to make it to the 500 ch pt itself is alrd a pro. i... idk what to say.

i was like super invested in lu jiuchuan and tang ci, even more than the main ship. that combination of cheerful smiley protective gong and cold tsundere shou is exquisite

some of the rooms were p fun... like the werewolf game world... that world where mc n ml were married was p cute too...

shao qingge and ye qi... was also cute. god the side ships were better than the plain af main ship

What I Disliked

it has 3 diff ships but why do they all have the same undertone n flavor... the manly gong and the blushing virgin shou...

th fukin sugar is scattered SO FEW that when i read bits i got excited n it gives this. this false sense of quality bc the mc n ml r actually plain af

shit even the author knew it was getting repetitive when they plain gave out the option to merge the latter levels' four rooms into one, it rly went for way too long

also so many of the murder mystery rooms involve either rape or cheating or both n its just v ????????? there r other types of crimes too yknow???

i feel like theres a fundamental problem when i lost interest reading the last 2 levels, skipped to the last 3 ch of the main story, found out that one teammate was a traitor, went "oh i see" then just went on to read the epilogue bc i just wanted to see what happened to the ships

shit i also have an issue w the ml not having a clear reason to go back to the og world. at least the mc is still like oh... my poor parents... but the ml... it just straight up nvr describes why exactly he wants to go back other than I Want To

how come there r 600 ch but the side chars r still so bland n undeveloped? tka has taught me that even an op mc can be someone u can sympathize w if they r written at least ok-ly, and it has tons and tons of side chars n sure some r bland but most r at least somewhat memorable yknow? my pure angel qiao yifan is a side char but he has v clear motivations n his efforts paid off?

#cantalooprat reads

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tteokdoroki · 3 years

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an ode to winter | dabi.

♡ pairing: dabi/touya todoroki x fem!reader.

♡ word count: 14.1K

♡ rating: mature, 18+, mdni.

♡ genre: manga war arc!au, single-parent!au, unplanned pregnancy!au, angst, fluff, smut.

♡ summary: touya todoroki had broken a lot of things, your heart, promises, your window a few times, but you swore he'd never leave your child feeling that way. but when he wants back into your life, will he take no for an answer? And do you even want to say it?

♡ warning(s): please read ! heavy smut, ( literally 5k of it ), MANGA SPOILERS IN THE EXTENDED ENDING, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of semi-toxic!relationships, struggling with parenting, blackmail ??, unprotected sex ( wrap it before you tap it, losers ), handjobs, oral sex ( female receiving ), fingering ( female receiving ), choking, branding, squirting, spit!kink, needy touya lol <3

♡ author’s note(s): OK so this started out as a fic for my bestie @ozzy-bozzy but then turned into this long ass vent fic bc i do be struggling!! i’ve barely written for touya so apologies if his character is off. special thanks to @bakugous-trauma for beta reading n @doinmybesthere for the summary and beta reading and thanks for 4.7K MWAH <3

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the snow had fallen heavy that day, its flakes dancing along the window panes while you’d brought her into the world. you hated the cold, the way it nipped at your nose and stung at your cheeks, how it could freeze over a heart so badly that it would take years to thaw it out. you’d complained about the ice sheets that frosted your windows to the doctors, the ones on the roads too, but they’d simply wrote it off as your anxieties related to bringing kori home for the first time in such weather.

funnily enough, your daughter much resembled the cold in many ways. you’d named her ‘kori’; meaning ice, since her hair was white as the crisp blanket of winter outside and her eyes a piercing shade of aqua marine, that for a while, had no meaning written behind them except for a cool curiosity that you knew didn’t come from your side of the family. she wasn’t warm either, the first time you held her, her flesh against yours was almost a painful spark of frostbite— you expected that it was related to the lineage she came from too.

you thought that you’d resent kori when she was born; for the struggles that her new life had brought to you. you’d given birth alone and afraid, having lost friends and contact with your family due to keeping your pregnancy a secret. if they had known who caused you to end up in this situation in the first place, you were sure you’d have lost them all anyways. you hadn’t a chance to attend maternity classes due to the hours you worked in order to ensure yourself and your child’s financial security. although, prior to her arrival, dabi had told you that if you chose to give your daughter the todoroki name; you both would be looked after when the right time came.

and like a fool in love, you’d believed him, avoiding the apologetic gazes of the doctors and midwives who’d delivered your baby as you filled out her paperwork and birth certificate. one nurse even asked you if you wanted to contact endeavour for support, and you couldn’t blame her— the rumours of your child potentially being that of natsuo todoroki’s had spread fast through the hospital and it was a given, figuring his bad boy college reputation. natsuo and his ventures into the college life were no stranger to the media, so it didn’t surprise you nor the doctors to believe that this wasn’t the first time a girl had given birth alone to a todoroki child. you suspected that if there were any, enji todoroki would have paid them off.

so you let them believe what ever false truth that might have plagued the hospital walls about yourself and your daughter— not having the heart to tell them that you’d probably receive a much larger sum of money to keep hush about the child that you mothered and the child who’s father belonged to endeavour’s deceased, eldest son.

so you realised, thumb held by the chubby hand of your sweet infant girl; that you couldn’t hate her for the mistakes you’d made and the mess you’d become tangled up in— you could only promise to do your best in raising her despite the odds and difficult circumstances, you could give her the life and childhood that her father never had but most certainly deserved.

“miss yn...”

your midwife; himari enters the room, calling for you— tearing your gaze away from the hypnotising sea-foam eyes belonging to your daughter, the way she looked at you only reminding you of dabi. you’d told him once that his eyes always took you to the mediterranean sea, to which he’d laughed and mentioned you’d never seen it before. when the pair of you realised that this was true, the boy with the black hair and intoxicating stare made an oath to you, that he would take you there someday so you could bask in the warm sun and dip your toes into the clear oceans. you only hoped that this oath still remained true.

“miss yn...” himari tries again, this time stepping further into your hospital room. your thoughts had carried you so far away that you hadn’t realised how close she’d gotten as she lingered by your cot. her hands lay flat against her pale blue uniform, nails you note—neatly trimmed— and a smile that would have made you feel comfortable had you not known she’d volunteered to care for you because she too believed she’d be paid off by endeavour. you almost felt bad that she thought the silly lie was true and that she had a shot at a big time bonus but it was funny to think that no one would believe her when she eventually took to the news to claim that she cared for the next heir of the todoroki empire. “it’s says here, that kori is scheduled for feeding— i was wondering if you wanted to continue breast feeding or try pumping a bottle or two today?”

chewing on the inside of your cheek, you hum with hesitance. feeding kori was something you’d never discussed with dabi, some of the nurses had assured you that it was possible for you to do both— so that you could grow closer to your daughter and form a tight bond whilst also giving the opportunity to others to feed her when need be. there weren’t many others, but you figured that dabi might want to give bottle feeding a whirl when he finally returned from the league business. the business that had made him miss his little girl’s birth.

kori gargles from hunger in your arms, drawing your attention back to her tiny form. a stray strand of hair curls against her forehead from underneath her blankets and swaddling— the end you notice has a slight tint of red to it. the icy shell around your heart thaws. glancing back up to himari; you grin with a decision in mind. “i’d like to try breast feeding again, we can use the pump tomorrow.” you say, voice quiet.

“do you need any help getting her to latch?” your midwife asks, aiding you into a comfortable position to feed kori.

“no,” you smile after getting settled, pushing down your gown to expose your breast to your little girl. “i’ve got her, i can take care of her.”

you say the words more so to yourself than to himari, a hidden reassurance that you’re more than capable of raising your daughter on your own.

for now at least.

that winter, dabi never came home.

the snow melts, the flowers bloom and the seasons change. your daughter grows with the swift transition of the weathers too, her hair is a little longer now but the small curl of red against her forehead remains hidden and the same. her eyes open wider, still that deep shade of ocean blue, she can sit up on her own, throws toys out of her crib and her favourite movies are bambi and bambi two. they’re the only things that she watches, which you hate, because they remind you of her. an innocent child who loses one parent and is left in the care of the emotionally closed off other.

you hadn’t realised how much you would need dabi, but still he is nowhere to be seen.

raising kori on your own proves a challenge, especially now that she’s a little bigger— it was easy after she was born; she was quiet and only made a fuss when she was hungry or needed to be changed. went down easy too, that was until her wails reared their ugly head as soon as the colder parts of winter hit. no matter what you did, the girl would cry for hours on end until her face would hurt from how scrunched it was and her fingers would turn red from the grip she had on your hands.

since her birth, you and kori had to move three times due to the noise complaints about her consistent crying throughout the day, evening and night. by the time february rolled around, you’d ended up in an apartment not so far from dabi’s old neighbourhood— it was a shitty area with high crime rates and an eerie feel to it that made you clutch your purse tighter when you walked home from the late night shifts— you had never had any intentions to raise kori in a dump like this, you wanted a better life for her than what dabi had, but your shabby two bedroom apartment in the dark side of town would be enough for now.

the rent was cheap since your current boss at the local grocers market was close friends with the building manager, but your boss was also a sleaze who thought offering you an extra 10% off of your weekly shop and an expired coupon for the coffee joint down the street would be enough to get into your pants. he was just another thing on your list that you hated about the world, about the current life you lead but you needed to keep him close to keep your rent low and a roof over your head.

besides, it had been a few days since you last saw him at work— the asshole was probably taking a few days to himself while you and your colleagues practically ran the store.

you can’t leave kori with a sitter; they never worked with her. your daughter was far too temperamental for the average person and would spend one night with her before taking their pay and quitting. the only person able to handle your beloved little girl was the old lady who lived two floors above yours, mrs. yamamoto. she was a sweet woman, widowed by fifteen years and had taken a liking to kori that one time you’d helped with her groceries when she couldn’t make it out in the february winter after your little girl was born.

it seemed kori liked mrs yamamoto as well, she was only ever quiet in the woman’s presence and you put it down to how high she had the heat up in her apartment. one time, it was up so high the power in the building went out for an entire night— which was hell for you since kori wouldn’t stop bawling. however; you appreciated the help, you’re sure that without the help of the elder woman you would have been far under the surface— drowning in regret.

but sometimes, it’s easy for the darker emotions to slip through the cracks— take a choke hold over your sanity. there would be nights where guilt would consume you and tears would flow heavily down your cheeks while your daughter slept. it was hard being alone, no one to confide in about the troubles of parenting or to reassure you that you were doing a good job at taking care of your child.

it didn’t help that winter was coming up again, kori’s first birthday fast approaching. the sudden milestone only made you wish that dabi was around more — it hurt you to know that there was possibility he’d run out on you and his responsibilities as a father but part of you believed that your lover was better. the eldest todoroki son appeared way too excited throughout your pregnancy to leave you with nothing.

despite not being able to make it to appointments due to his criminal nature, dabi had somehow manged to find the money to get you a 4D ultra sound of your baby, telling you a few odd jobs here and there allowed him to scrape the cash together. you never asked what it was that he did, afraid of what you might find in the eyes of the man that you loved so much.

why did you allow yourself to love a man who wouldn’t have given you the time of day if he hadn’t broken into your home? his seafoam eyes a glowing shade as he threatened your life through shards of broken glass and then wails of cop sirens outside. were you just as broken as he? had you not realised it yet? you could blame this whole mess on the fact that he kept coming back, but you always let him back in. dabi was a broken man who only knew blood and grit and grime and you were the girl with a chance to lead a normal life— yet you poured all of your heart and all of your soul into loving him because you were so sure that you could fix him.

and every single time you’d convinced him, convinced yourself that what you had could be normal and domestic— dabi would slip between your sheets, pinning you to your bed with your name heavy on your lips and the emotion of love painted into the turquoise flecks in his eyes. they burned with passion while his heated cock sunk between your plush thighs and welcomed him into your warmth. the moans you’d share while your skin slapped together, creating a bubble of safety where you were the only two people on the world.

dabi made promises against your swollen lips as his fingers swirled hidden messages of desire into your slick, puffy clit. he couldn’t give you the ring, the wedding or the house with the white picket fence and dog barking at the post man in the front yard— but he could give you every part of him from the good to the bad, the beautiful to the ugly and he would seal that promise with a throaty groan of ‘you are mine and i am yours...’ into your ear as you came together.

but it seemed that like all things, dabi’s promises were broken like shattered glass— never meant to be kept or eternalised. the shards cut your delicate fingers, the pain numbed as you were left to pick up the pieces and be strong for the small life you were now responsible for.

you were careful to not let the door fly in and hit the wall opposite as you unlocked it, stumbling into your two bedroom with kori’s chubby legs locked around your hips and bag full of groceries in your other hand. “look princess,” you coo down at your daughter sweetly, watching as she drools all over your staff lanyard from work. “we’re home!” bending down, you dropped the produce off by the door before heading off to your living room area, propping kori in front of her toy mat.

smiling down at her, you brush the pure white hair that curls over her cobalt eyes and kiss her freckled cheeks— heart swooning at the way kori giggles in your arms. she’d been on her best behaviour the entire week, keeping out of trouble with the staff at her daycare and mrs yamamoto in the place upstairs, so it was only right that you treat her.

“you hungry babygirl? want mommy to make your favourite, hm?” kori is barely old enough to talk aside from a few babbles and repeats of mama but that doesn’t stop you from asking.

“mmmamamamaa!!”

you press another kiss to her baby fat cheeks before heading to the kitchen to prepare her favourite dinner— spaghetti. ever since kori started eating her solids, she hadn’t been a picky eater and you noticed that her appetite much resembled dabi’s, who couldn’t afford to be fussy about any of the meals you’d made for him before he disappeared.

making the sauce is easy, a dish you’d prepared from when you were a child and used to cook with your parents— you retrieve the ingredients from the groceries and pull out the stuff you’ll need to cook them. you mince the vegetables easily like you’d been taught as your mind gets away from you.

you wish that dabi was here to enjoy the domesticity of your current life— maybe him being around would lift the dark cloud over your life. sometimes it hurt to know that he would be missing out on moments like this and you could imagine him sitting by the couch while kori played with her toys and you cooked for them both. in this world, he’d laugh at her fascination with colder toys and magnets— make a joke about how much your little girl resembles him and kiss your cheek when you served them both up their favourite meals.

tears pool in your eyes at the thought of your wish never being granted and that’s all it takes for you to slip and cut your finger while chopping up the garlic. “fuck!” you boss, dropping the knife and squeezing your hand around the wounded digit. you know that the clattering of the knife has scared kori, and from the way she looks at you, you can already tell that she’s seen you injure yourself. “god, fuck...that hurt.”

there’s a pause in time, while you rinse your cut under the tap, cold water soothing the sting before kori starts to wail like her life depends on it. in a rush, you grab a tea towel in hopes that it’ll stop the bleeding and head straight for your baby, hoping that you’ll be able to soothe her. by the time you reach kori, her eyes are red with tears and snot dribbles from her nose down to her chin while she babbles loosely all the new words she’s learned— in a whiny tone.

“baby, don’t cry mommy’s got you,” you murmur to her, reaching out to the little girl with open arms. your heart breaks at the way her bottom lip wobbles in a watery pout. kori crawls into your arms, white mop of soft baby hair buried into the junction between your shoulder and your neck— her tiny body shakes with awful heaves and cries while her tears dampen the old hoodie of her father’s that you wear, effectively ruining the fabric. “come on honey, it’s okay! momma didn’t mean to scare you...”

she snivels in your arms, quiet for only a second while you walk around the apartment bouncing her. walking kori up and down seems to soothe her for the most part, a trick that worked when she was first born and had her horrible crying fits. “good girl, mama’s got you...” you continue to soothe her, brushing a finger under her white lashes to remove her tears. all is well for a second and it seems her tantrum has calmed, until she grabs onto your wounded finger and makes you curse in pain again.

“shit!”

“m-momma-!” kori whimpers, face creasing in pain as her cheeks start to heat up again. you fear that if you don’t do something soon she’ll bust a lung from crying.

you shake your head in an attempt to calm her down, baby sobs striking right through your body and resume bouncing her, hoping that it’ll work. “shhh kori, honey, it’s okay— mommy’s okay and so are you...” in the process of comforting her, you somehow trip over the discarded knife, sending it flying into the cabinets across from the island and making another loud noise that further spooks kori.

at this she screams bloody murder, the sound of her little chest heaving giving you a splitting headache. you were tired, tired of your daughter’s crying , working long hours with no help and raising a child all on your own. you were tired of the pain spreading through your head and your body and your heart. you needed an out or break at the very least.

you should feel guilty for what you’re about to do, heading for the nursery with a heaving baby in your grip. you can’t think of anything better to do than put kori down for a nap and hope that her crying tires her out— you do your best to pry the little girl from clinging onto your clothes and tuck her into her crib as she sniffles, quickly backing out of her room before she can call for you and make you feel even worse than you already do.

you close the door quietly behind you, somewhat sliding down it while your own sobs take over your body— shaking you violently as you hug your knees to your chest. you don’t know how long you sit there, biting your lips and holding onto in your whimpers while tears stream down the apples of your cheeks, but eventually

you find yourself drifting off with dreams of your happy family.

you jump awake a few hours later, surrounded by a thick darkness from the sky outside. the hum of the city streets helps to bring you back down to earth as you rub the sleep from your puffy eyes and blink away the exhaustion. you don’t quite remember when you’d fallen into a slumber but you figure that kori must have eventually, judging by the quietness that surrounds your apartment.

the blanket of the night allows your guilt to burn brightly in your chest— you shouldn’t have left her alone. scrambling to your feet, you stumble over to the kitchen counter and grab your phone to read the time. 11:06pm. it’s just about time that you check on your daughter, but with two steps of heading to the nursery and you’re met with foreign sound that doesn’t quite fit in with the usual creaks and squeaks of your apparent.

happy gurgles belonging to your baby creep out from underneath her bedroom door, low humming or singing to accompany her sweet sound. humming that you don’t recognise. with a pang of fear to your heart, you reach for the knife on your kitchen floor as a weapon of defence— this would go down nicely with the police. a single mother on self defence...yeah, that could work out.

the knife shakes in your hand as you approach kori’s nursery, barely steady even when you push open the door.

“...touya?”

nothing could prepare you for what you’d see after walking into that room but when your eyes fall witness to your love standing in the centre of the room with a little tuft of white hair cradled to his bare chest. the air around you tingles with warmth as if dabi has heated the place up with his quirk and your little girl curls into him as if she’s known him all her life. but she hadn’t, he hadn’t.

all at once, your heart heals just as it breaks— it’s been so long since you’ve seen the villain that you can’t help but notice all the changes in him, the way his eyes droop a little more with exhaustion and his hair dusted with a the slightest bit of white. he was noticeably thinner too, maybe from being away from a warm bed and good food for too long...so a half of you was relieved that he was home, the other— hurt and betrayed.

“hey beautiful,” dabi’s timbre voice fills your entire being, stimulating your senses into a dull tingle. his lips a drawn into soft smirk as he rocks kori back and forth, your baby’s eyes flutter with the gentle indication of sleep. “how’ya been?”

if you weren’t frozen in shock, you would have given the villain a piece of your mind. how dare he...after all this time apart from you, from his daughter...ask how you were doing? your eyes flutter to the open window behind the oldest todoroki son, as if you need to look away from him to convince yourself he’s real and he won’t disappear when you look back.

proven right by meeting the cool, chartreuse sea of his eyes— your throat runs dry as all you’d ever dreamed of saying in this moment, flees from your mind. “what are you doing here?” you say, trying to sound firm even though your voice falls through.

touya stays quiet, twirling a long finger through the small curls on his—your daughter’s head. “i was in the neighbourhood.” he mumbles, gaze tearing away from you to focus on the content infant he has in his arms.

you should feel angry, you should be screaming and kicking at dabi— forcing him out of your home with your child safe in your own arms but your body doesn’t will you to. hurt seeps through your veins at the casual aura in his tone. of course dabi would treat the situation as if it never existed and that he’d been with you the whole time. the pain of seeing him with her as if he’d been in kori’s life from the very start wraps around your heart in a poisonous grip and squeezes hard until you’re choking back a sob, letting it sit in the base of your throat.

you refuse to break in front of him.

“you need to go. you need to put her down and you need to leave.” you attempt to assert yourself in a harsh bark, almost making dabi jump. he’d never seen you like this before, but then again he hadn’t seen you in a year. he could only imagine what motherhood had done to you, especially facing it on your own. touya hesitates, kori shifting in his soft grip— one he didn’t even know that he had as a villain but you steady yourself and repeat your words. “touya, i said you need to leave.”

“why? so you can fall asleep and leave her crying on her own again?” the villain spits out, harsher than he intended. he watches your face fall and your body curl in on itself and he feels bad. dabi had promised you a lot of things since realising he loved you, and not hurting you like his father hurt his mother was one that he’d just broken. relenting, the dark haired villain eases kori from his pec and tucks her into her crib.

there’s a beat of silence and then. “i’m sorry.”

“you should be.”

“yn,” he sighs, running a hand through the light roots of his hair as he leans over his child’s crib. the young father tilts his head, scanning kori’s face while he identifies every characteristic she has from the family he’d done his best to free himself of. “i’m sorry, it’s just— just that she was cold and crying, so i took off my shirt and held her and she warmed up and—“ dabi pauses his quiet rambling, finally looking up from the slumbering baby tucked away into powder blue silk and locks eyes with you. “and she probably has my mom’s shitty quirk. and i can’t get over how much she looks like them, how big she’s gotten.”

touya finds his shirt after admitting that, throwing on the thin white material before closing the window he came through. he moves with the swiftness that comes with his job, and it’s almost peaceful to watch. you stay plastered by the door, torn between falling right into the palm of his hand and demanding the answers that you and your daughter deserve.

it makes you feel a little sick when he gazes down at kori with pride, it makes you queasy at how easy she was to handle to him. touya todoroki doesn’t know half of what it was to raise his child...but did that make you a bad mother? was there something he shared with kori that you didn’t? dabi hadn’t known what it was to love someone other than himself until he’d met you, but you’d spent your entire life around family and friends who took care of you and made you feel cherished every day. you had all of that before you had dabi, and you’d given it all up for him.

shouldn’t you be the one to easily put your daughter down for a nap? to soothe her tears? and for him to come so briskly into your lives and take care of it all when he doesn’t even know what you’d been through, hurts most of all.

“you don’t even know her,” you start, tremble to your bottom lip as the sob in your throat builds up and threatens to burst. “you never saw her after she was born, never cut the cord, never knew her weight. you don’t know how tiny she was when she came into the world, you don’t know because you didn’t come!” with each word, stray tears manage to escape from your tired eyes, but you’re too fixated on dabi to bother to wipe them. it hurts to cry, it stings even as they stream down the apples of youth cheeks but you don’t move.

“yn, sweetness, i—“

“i know how much she weighed when she was born, four pounds and thirteen ounces. she was so tiny i was scared that she would break—“ you’re gasping now, almost choking yourself out on the pain that burns brightly in your lungs and claws its way up your throat. “i know her favourite foods, what fabrics irritate her skin, her favourite stuffed toys, how she likes to be swaddled in her blankets at night or that her curls make her face itch but they’re practically untameable.”

you start to heave, losing breath with every word and dabi does nothing but watch, keeping an eye on kori to make sure she stays sleeping as he steps towards you. “i know that i love her more than i’ve loved anything in my entire life, despite how much i suffered alone bringing her into this world. and i know that i named her kori after the ice that frosted the windows of my hospital room while i waited for... you.”

touya remains emotionless while you descend into madness, letting you cry it out. “i’ve been watching...”

you want to scream, beat his chest and blame him for how insane you’ve become. “watching isn’t enough touya, she needed you. i-i needed you.” you whimper, falling limp against the door frame as your hands move threateningly towards your hair as if you’re going to rip it out from the root. “...you couldn’t come and visit? not once i-in the eleven months that she’s been alive? not once while she’s been breaking me down and giving—“

“giving you a hard time? i tried, i took care of you from afar...i’m the one who made your boss disappear. the one who put his hands on you.” dabi sneers towards the end of his once gentle words, standing a breaths width away from you. you hate that you crave the same touch from him as he gave to kori, but you’re still so mad at him.

eventually, it all becomes too much and you succumb to the tears that wrack your exhausted body. you sway with each choked wail that tumbles from between your chapped lips and dabi surges forward to catch you after kicking the knife from earlier away, letting you sink into the warmth of his embrace. he feels like home, smells like safety and not a word is uttered as he brings you to the floor and cradles you like he did with his daughter.

dabi doesn’t need to say sorry when he shows you through how close he holds you to his heart.

when you finally calm down, dabi lifts you bridal style to your bathroom and draws you a bath with the salts and lavender extract from the cupboard above the sink. neither of you speak except for when he softly offers to help you undress— to which you decline— and when he tells you he’s going to fix something to eat.

you knew damn well that the villain could not cook, he hadn’t been when he was little since endeavour took away the entirety of his childhood and you’d only taught him the basics when he was still on the run and stopped by your place from time to time. his favourite thing back then had been to watch you cook to the weird music you kept playing, hips swaying to the beat and a sparkle in your eyes— but you didn’t do that anymore, he could tell those days were long gone.

dabi orders in takeout in the end and you have half a mind to curse him out for using your money— but the day’s events have exhausted you beyond your wits end, so you eat with him in silence atop your double bed after dressing in an old shirt of his. “stay the night.” is what you tell him, scared that he’ll leave. he puts his cigarette out on your balcony. the doors usually stayed locked so kori couldn’t crawl out on her own but you opened it for him since dabi liked to smoke and you hated the ash.

he promised to quit back then, and he hadn’t now.

“i’ll stay.” dabi says, throwing the butt over the ledge and stripping his clothes as he follows you to bed. he decides not to mention he wanted to stay anyway. you peel back the covers enough for him to slip in behind you, heated arms wrapping around your waist and settling on your tummy, where he rubs small patterns into your skin. the villain’s chest is overwhelmingly warm against your back— reminding you of the days where you would spoon and he’d wait with baited breath for kori to kick.

both of you lay together, wide awake in the dark for goodness knows how long. touya’s breath balmy against the nape of your neck and if you focused hard enough, you could feel his eyelashes fluttering against your skin. he pretends to sleep, refusing to acknowledge that his proximity to you affects him in the worst of ways— evident in how his prominent hard on presses against the swell of your ass.

rolling over, your heart skips a beat at the way your love’s eyes still manage to glow brightly in the dark— ignited by the flames of his quirk and emotions of angst from the past.

they flicker as he looks to you, pale skin illuminated by the silver moon slipping in from your balconies, scars as enticing as ever. tentatively, you reach a hand out to cup his face, not kidding the apprehension that paint his matured features even as you run your fingers down the scars on his jaw. “been a while since we’ve been like this,” is all you can muster up, leaning forward to press a kiss to his cheek while your free hand snakes between your bodies in an attempt to pleasure the man.

fear strikes you right in the chest, leaving you panting as dabi flips you onto your back quickly, pinning your wrists against the bed. “don’t,” he growls, almost feral in tone and in his eyes. “don’t do something you might regret in the morning.”

you lay still, staring at the man above you in an attempt to read him. doing so had always been hard, but tonight you can see every detail of his life and every part of him. the fear of being his father and disappointing another group of people, a broken man torn between the people he loved and the life he led— you could finally see him. you wondered if it hurt him to be away from you and his child, if he ever thought of you.

you take a deep breath, fabric of the sheets fuzzy in your ears as you shake your head up at him. “i could never regret being with you,” you sigh, dabi’s gaze lowering. “i just need you...”

your proclamation is all the permission dabi needs before he ascends on your neck, almost whimpering at the taste of your skin against his tongue. you know that he’s avoiding your lips, scared that things may not feel the same if he kisses you there— as if your love might have fizzled out from the months that you’ve been apart. the villain’s mouth is hot against your skin, sharp teeth sinking into the column of your throat— it’s not hard for him to find the spots that make your back arch and body tingle, the dark haired man would be embarrassed to admit that he had your body mapped out in his brain. you were all that he thought about in the months between then and now.

you miss his lips, but you fear that if you push your love to far he’ll clam up and withdraw from you completely. you can’t lose him while you have him now. in the meantime, your bodies press against one another hotly, burning while dabi paints shades of blue and purple deeper than his eyes against your flesh before lapping at each love bite with an odd tenderness people wouldn’t think he possessed at first glance. as he works, touya loses grip on your wrists, allowing them free roam across the expanse of his back.

your nails leave light tracks across his back, trailing up from his muscled back to the nape of his neck— curling in the white roots of his hair in an attempt to tug him up to your lips. “baby,” the old pet name tumbles from between them before you can catch yourself, laboured from where you’re short of breath. “please kiss me, please..”

with newly mussed hair, dabi is still for a moment before leaving one last mark at where your jaw meets your neck— wet tongue lolling over the fresh bruise while his large palm move back to cup your head. a thumb belonging to a scared hand runs over your bottom lip, pulling the plump flesh down while he watches your face for a reaction. “are you sure that’s what you want, beautiful?” the villain chuckles into the dark of the night, pink muscle running over his own lips to wet them in anticipation. “you want your man to kiss you?”

your senses go into overdrive, desperate for any kind of contact from the man above you— he feels so close and yet, a million miles away, even with his body making its way between your thighs and your chests pressing together eagerly.

“touya—“ you breathe, barely able to finish your sentence before the man himself delves deep into your mouth. his lips move with hesitance at first, sucking on yours slightly and parting for air more often than he should but you grip him by the whites of his hair firmly and tug him further into the kiss. your tongue dances along the seam of his lips, prying them open as you seek permission for entrance— dabi groans lowly as you tug on his roots and force your way into his mouth, tasting him as if it were your last time.

you swallow each of his moans that mingle softly with your own, while your tongues dance together messily— the kiss were and sloppy as if the two of you were out of practice. your worries fly out of the window from there, it’s good to know that neither of you had been with others during your time apart instead you feel like a teenager making out with their highschool crush for the very first time. dabi’s hips rut into the plush bed beneath you both and you can tell that even the slightest touches are riling him up beyond belief— it’d been almost a year since he’d felt you against him in any way and it didn’t help that you were so ready to accept him.

that you still wanted him.

whimpering at the thought, the villain pauses against your lips to catch his breath— panting softly. you can feel him pulling away, questioning if he deserves to be with you after everything he’d put you through. so, cupping dabi’s jaw, you let your free hand slip between your heated bodies and glide your fingertips along the waist band of his sweats.

“yn, i ain’t so sure about this,” dabi sighs, body twitching at the proximity of your hands to his hardness, his eyelids flutter shut and lock away his beautiful blue eyes— holding fear, insecurity and desire. “what if ya’still regret this later on?”

smiling up at him, you thumb at his cheek and work your hand deeper into his pants, past his underwear. “you’ve been away too long baby, i would regret not being with you more,” you coo up at him just as you grasp at his hardened length, watching as dabi shudders in your grip. his cock leaks hotly against your soft palm from going untouched for so long, your fingers explore him— tracing down the thick veins on the underside of his length. “let me make you feel good tonight.”

“fuck, sweetness. talk pretty with that filthy fuckin’ mouth of yours.” touya breathes heavily against your mouth, both of yours falling open in hot moans. cheekily, you run a thumb over his tip, circling the slit at the top. dabi collapses on top of you, burying his mop of salt and pepper hair into your neck as he drives his hips into your hand at his own leisurely pace. “y’better live up to those words—shit, don’t go letting me down, princess.” jade orbs finally open, heavy with lust and desire as the air around you tingles with a newfound desire to make each other feel good, settling on the planes of your marked and scratched skin.

your grip around dabi tightens while he fucks into your closed fist, wet sounds filling the room from where he leaks at his bright red tip— almost hot as his hands that dance up your sides and tenderly touch at your hips. so unsure, yet so needy. clear, thick precum guides the movement of your hand as it slides up and down your lover’s girth— he’s much bigger than you remember, swollen with an impending orgasm and dabi stutters when you reach further down his boxers to grip at weighty balls full of his seed, just about ready to burst.

he howls from deep within his chest, the noise only muffled from the drool that glides across his tongue before the villain’s wandering and scarred palms stop at your rib cage, settling just under your breasts. you don’t bother to stop pleasuring him even as his quirk ignites, blue flames burning right through your night shirt to expose your skin to the cool night air. without even a second thought, dabi’s mouth ascends on your tits, taking one into the hot cavern while his free hand seers marks over the other.

the thought have being branded by your man makes your hips jump and your hand squeeze his cock in your grip— a reminder of what’s to come later on. his strawberry tongue rolls across your hardened nipple and you yelp in surprise with the sudden feeling of cool metal across the exposed flesh. “y-you have your tongue pierced?” you squeal as dabi repeats his actions, loving the way you arch your back into his mouth and your heart rate speeds up.

“never know when a bit of metal’s gonna come in handy, sugar tits.”

you barely have time to formulate a response before your boyfriend’s mouth is back on you, biting and sucking and marking your raw flesh like a man starved of his last meal— you don’t let up either, quickly pumping his cock as he continues to leak, painting your hand with teases of his incoming release. you’re sure that his sweatpants and the sheets below you will be stained with his arousal from how much precum oozes from his dick, slicking up your hands and creating the perfect flashlight but you don’t dare to think of anything else but the way dabi’s face twists with pleasure as he desperately thrusts himself into the softness of your palm.

his cheeks flush red, globs of drool connecting the roof of his mouth to his tongue while his eyes grow fuzzy at each step he takes closer to orgasm, the very drool from his mouth covers each of your breasts as dabi switches between them— creating a layer of wet against your supple skin that shines under the moon. you flick your wrist around him, faster, harder— giving the villain everything you’ve got to make him feel good.

“shit pretty girl, y’gonna make me...cum,” touya shakes in your grip, eyes crossing and tongue becoming lazy against your marked up chest. his salvia pools against your skin while he pants and fucks your wet hand as if it were your pretty little cunt clamping down on him. “fuck, fuck, fuck. don’t you fuckin’ stop, don’t you dare fuckin’ stop...”

he barks out the demands, but there’s a neediness to his tone and whine to his voice that makes you grin with pride, even if you’re barely there from having your nipples stimulated beyond belief. “cum for me touya, please, wanna feel you come undone for me.” you beg him, ever so slightly and it’s just enough to push the villain over the edge, sending him into an earth shattering orgasm. you don’t dare to stop as you jerk him off, guiding down from his high as his cock twitches from release and paints your knuckles with the thick white of his seed. he mewls contendly into your breasts, slowing his hips while the world of colours dance behind his cerulean eyes.

“here with me yet?” you murmur to him, grasping his wild locks to tilt his head up towards your face— dabi looks so blissed out but the smirk on his raw and bitten lips tells you the night is far from over.

pressing a searing kiss to your sternum, your boyfriend’s pierced tongue makes yet another appearance as he trails the muscle down your soft tummy— biting your navel as he goes. “never left gorgeous, but don’t you fucking dare think for a second that this is over, y’got that?” he sits up quickly, grabbing hold of your doughy thighs and using them to pull you down the bed. the pads of his fingers start to burn marks into your skin, dancing along your legs and stopping just above the waistband of your underwear. “gotta stretch this cunt open before i give you my cock, remind you of who the fuck you belong to.”

spreading your thighs nice and wide, you release a breath you hadn’t realised you’d been holding as dabi’s hands finally come into contact with your slit, prodding at your slick folds from over your panties. lowering his face between your open legs, your boyfriend hums in satisfaction as he peels your sticky panties away from your pussy. “why, babydoll, you’re so fucking wet down here. this can’t all be for me, can it?” touya teases you, hot breath fanning against your unused sex while his fingers play with the string of your slick that coats them. “y’must’ve missed your man badly for your lil cunt to look this fucked up, s’pecially when i haven’t even touched’ya yet.”

you shiver and nod weakly, willing to say or do anything to feel more of your boyfriend against you. “s’all for you dabi, o-only you could get me this wet, n-no one else could take your place...” you mewl, hips bucking into the air while the man himself watches you grow needier and needier, hormones expelled into the air. dabi grins, leaning into your core once more to press his nose into your wetness, sniffing your spiked panties like the dirty man he is— only to then lay his pierced tongue flat against your folds, tracing your hole with the muscle while his nose bumps at your clothed clit.

“saved this all for me, huh? you’re so loyal, sweetness. waiting for me all this time…” he kitten licks at your cunt until you’re writhing amongst the already solid sheets, forcing his spit into your hole from over the thin fabric of your panties, creating a more prominent outline of your puffy lower lips as your thighs quieter around his head. they threaten to close as he works on you through your underwear— teasing and prodding at your sex to see if you respond the same way to his touches as you used to.

you force your shaking through his black and white locks, grabbing hold of his roots in an attempt to pull dabi back to your heat when he lifts his head from between your thighs— pushing your lips into a pout. “no, no no, baby, please— need you to eat my cunt, want your mouth on me, please!” you cry out, but you’re quickly pacified by his scarred hand which cups your pussy— seat of his hand grinding into your clit.

“god, if i had known you were still this eager to fuck me i woulda come home a long time ago, babydoll.” he chuckles, licking up your inner thigh and biting down on the plush flesh. “need’ta get rid of these though, they’re getting in my way.” the villain gestures to your panties, making you watch as his quirk burns it’s way through the silky material until it’s nothing but ash against your sheets. you gasp as soon as your cute little pussy is exposed to the cool air, missing the warmth of touya’s pink tongue against it. “better.” he sneers, eyes bright and glowing in the dark with a new sense of feral desire.

thick digits press into your tight hole at the same time touya takes to sucking on your swollen clit, forcing their way up your velvet walls in search for your pleasure spot. dabi chuckles against your sticky folds as you begin to whine, hips rolling up into your lover’s face while his tongue draws rough patterns onto your bud. you’ve missed him, missed this. the nights where the villain dabi would sneak into your home, becoming your touya todoroki between the four walls that you shared— where you would spend nights seeing stars by his hand or his cock and he would make you his over and over again. the memories have you clamping down on his digits like there’s no tomorrow, greedily sucking them in as he strokes at the walls of your sex and makes your whole body shake.

touya works hard at pleasuring you, apologising for his absence through slurping the juices from your folds only for you to gush and paint his scarred chin with more of your nectar. the way you taste makes him dizzy, he could spend the rest of his life between your thighs and never miss the outside world like he did before tonight. he wants to be good for you, make you feel good too and it’s not enough to feel the ecstasy roll off of your heavenly body in waves— he wants all of you, mind, body and soul to belong to him.

you can barely breathe, leaking with every swipe of his tongue against you and every twist of his fingers inside of you. you can feel everything at once, the euphoria crackling across your brain, high on the way touya makes you feel. “god, t-touya, don’ stop...feel so fucking good…” you heave in a drawn out moan, barely able to tell what’s up and what’s down as the villain pulls his fingers from your slick hole and replaces them with his tongue ( only after they’ve pushed down on your g-spot over and over again ).

“you’re not the one giving orders, sweet stuff, oh no.” dabi reminds you sloppily, looking like a child with no table manners as your nectar smears across his face. for his own satisfaction, he delivers a harsh smack to your pussy, watching as your entire body jolts and jumps up the bed. “your cunt is mine and i’ll do what i want with it, show you how much i missed it.”

his possessive words almost set you off, the knot in your stomach growing tighter with every pinch of your nub and every swirl on his tongue inside your walls, committing every ridge to memory. your body burns and you’re not sure if it’s from dabi pressing against you so hotly or because of the desire that fuels the fire inside you.

“yours, yours, yours!” you chant like a mantra, high pitched and whiny— your voice mixing with the crude sounds of your own pathetic cunt, that grows louder when dabi spits on your clit to add to your wetness. he lets it drip between your folds, fingers to busy with stimulating you to catch it before it slides between your lower cheeks, opting to use his tongue on you instead.

“ya’like that don’t you? missed your whinin’ pretty girl, fuck, even missed making you a fucking mess.” you keen into his touch, babbling incoherent praises to the man between your legs as he spreads you wider by the ass with one hand and forces his fingers back into your cunt with the other. his fingers curl into a come hither motion, repeatedly pressing down on your spongy spot as he sloppily makes out with your puffy nub— taking only one, two, three strokes to make your eyes roll into the back of your skull and your orgasm to wash over you.

your body convulses, shaking as you’re hit hard by your release— juices gushing all over your lover’s face even as he refuses to let up. “t-touya no...no no...can-can’t,” you whinge, tears clumping in your lashes. dabi spreads your lips again, using three digits instead of two to continue stimulating your clit until another release builds up inside your lower belly— clear liquid gushing out of your abused pussy and staining the sheets below.

he hums proudly, pressing a lasting kiss to your fluttering hole before reaching up to your lips to do the same, barely allowing you the time to catch your breath— chest heaving while you come down from your high. “so pretty when you squirt for me like that, sweetness,” dabi moans into your mouth, allowing you to taste yourself on him. but as soon as he comes, he’s gone— rolling you onto your stomach and lifting your hips so your ass sits in the air for him. “gonna take my cock now, kay?”

“kay,” you mumble into the sheets, brain too fuzzy to resist as the villain manhandles you the way he wants.

after shoving down his sweatpants, the eldest todoroki grips the peachy soft flesh of your ass— smacking it a few times with his heat activated palms to watch the flesh jiggle and his handprint sink into the skin. you lean back, watching over your shoulder as his cock stands at full attention, hard from seeing you come undone on his fingers and tongue. it burns bright red at the tip, another fat glob of precum making it shine and making you dribble with anticipation. “y’such a fuckin’ slut, my beautiful slut… hungry for my cock even after i’ve wrecked your lil pussy so bad,” dabi says with a cocky lilt to his voice, the very tone making your hole clench around nothing. he taps his sticky cockhead against your slit, running it up and down your cunt three or four times— groaning as it slides between your cheeks. the sensation causes your back to arch as you wail, fingers gripping the bed covers so tight that you almost cause them to tear. “don’t you worry baby, ‘m gonna make up for lost time, you don’t have to miss me anymore.”

there’s a double meaning to his words that you don’t ask him to elaborate on, too caught up in the way he teases your hole as he dips his length in— only to pull it right back out. “don’t tease, need you badly,” you plead, earning yourself another harsh spank to your raw ass cheeks.

“shut the fuck up and let me fuck you,” the words are harsh against his tongue, but dabi utters them softly as he relents to his wishes. his cerulean gaze flutters down to where your bodies begin to join, his large hand gripping his length before he starts to push into your dribbling entrance. “god, you’re s’fuckin’ tight, you might as well be a virgin.” pussy spasming at his words, you leak against touya’s cock, creating a lewd squelching sound as he pushes more of himself into you. the weight of dabi’s thick girth causes painful, yet delicious burn which he eases by rubbing soothing circles into your clit once more. “been s’long, i outta fuck you open again, huh?”

“uhuh, take me again touya. make me yours, all over again.” you slur over the spit drowning your tongue, eyes fluttering shut when the villain’s hips surge forward his dick brushes against your cervix. his rough, calloused palm grabs your neck from behind, forcing you down into the sheets while he bottoms out inside of you and pushes the last of his cock past your entrance. the two of you groan in unison, touya sitting heavy inside of your walls before you muster up the energy to say. “move.”

he doesn’t need to be told twice, whilst dabi was enjoying the feeling of being engulfed by your soft, warm insides— cock twitching in relief from time to time— he finds it within him to pull back from your selfish cunt to thrust into you with all his might. the force pulls a broken squeal from between your bitten and bruised lips, your hips pushing back against dabi to keep him inside of you. the pair of you move in sync, bodies dancing in a sensual grind between lovers that moulds your cunt into the shape of your boyfriend once more. “oh fuck yeah baby, oooh, missed your cunny s’bad…” dabi yowls loudly, listening for the squashy sounds of your sexes moving against one another. “christ, you like when i talk about your pathetic little pussy like this?”

you bite down on your lower lip, embarrassed by your own bleats of pleasure when he degrades you like this. annoyed by your lack of answer, touya grabs onto your hips and pulls you off of his cock, only to slam them back into you seconds later. his pace is unforgiving and relentless from there, forcing your body up the bed with every thrust into your core. “yes! like it, love it, missed your cock so bad touya!” you cry, holding onto the sheets for dear life as his dick drags along your pleasure spots and his hands burn marks into your ass and hips.

weakly, you attempt to match his thrusts. circling the meat of your ass back onto dabi and squeezing around the head of his girth every time it plunges into your sopping pussy. your arousals mix as he pounds away at your hole, a thick string hanging between your bodies and dribbling down your inner thighs, tainting innocent skin. the wet noise reverberates across the room, creating a passionate symphony with dabi’s deep, pitiful moans.

even though it had been a while since the two of you had been intimate like this, dabi still knew all the ways to get your body going. he took you from behind but still let his marred hands wonder and explore the planes of your skin, pinching here and there, marking your body as his to use and his alone. there’s love hidden beneath his rough touches, little signs that he missed having you so close to him— having you split open on his cock while you dripped on his pelvis and ruined your bedsheets, was his own way of unleashing his pent up emotions of love, anger and despair onto you and you wanted it. you wanted his good and his bad while he fucked you like his life depended on it, balls deep inside the pussy of the woman he loved was where he was most vulnerable with you.

“s-shit, sweetness, you’re such a pretty mess, so fucked up on my cock, can feel you clamping around me like my greedy bitch should.” you’re stuffed so full, clenching every time touya drives his cock deeper into your gummy cunt, head prodding at the sensitive bundle of nerves inside of you. he’s losing his mind at how you choke out his iron hot girth, clear liquid seeping down your thighs at every thrust. “you’re my beautiful brain dead baby, letting me fuck you like this, yeah? missed you baby, missed this,” despite his words, touya is no better than you, mind hazy with thoughts of you creaming around him because of how good he’s made you feel. him, and no one else. you saved yourself for him after all these months, the least he could do was bring you to cloud nine.

he does so by angling his thrusts up to meet your pleasure spot every time, howling your name in the way he knows you like just to feel your hot cunny spew more of your juices out against his tummy. “missed you, thought about this for months,” you lament, elbows that kept you up finally giving out as your body tiredly collapses into the sheets— dabi’s balls still clapping against your ass. he follows you down into bed covers, chest pressing hotly against your back as the jackhammers into you from behind. “thought about your fat cock in my tight pussy, t-touched myself to you...made being alone worth it, made waiting for you to come home worth it. ‘cause i get to see your beautiful face when you fuck me…” you barely register what you’re saying, babbling incorrectly while the temperature of your body rises with your level of arousal.

behind you, touya’s cheeks burn with a new feeling. deep down, all he wanted was to be validated as a lover to you, he’d always been deemed as the bad guy incapable of feeling anything for anyone other than himself. but you, you had proved him wrong so many times and he still found your words hard to believe. yet, it felt good to know how much you loved him. snaking a hand down to your face, the villain squishes your cheeks together and brings you up to his own face despite the arch to your back— he keeps up his sinful pace, your lower cheeks bouncing with every push and pull of his length while he drips a globule of his saliva into your pouting mouth. “shut up,” he grunts harshly, although love is written across his cobalt eyes.

you smile up at him dopily, keeping eye contact with him as you swallow gratefully. “anything for you,” his hands slip from your squashed cheeks to your throat, cupping it as he holds you against him. more arousal pools in your lower stomach, turned on by the thrill of him being able to end your life right then and there, all it would take would be one flame but you know more than anything that dabi loves you and would never hurt you. “i love you, touya todoroki. i a-always will.”

your admission makes dabi’s heart stop in his chest, heated pants tickling your ear as he continues to take you and claim your body as his. with newfound vigor, he links his free hand with yours that lays against the bed and rams his cock into your core as hard and as fast as he can, determined to make you cum. “i—oh fuck, i love you too, sweetness…” the arsonist can feel the way your cunt flutters around his girth at his confession, tears building up in your eyes once more. god, you were so pretty like this, arched for him perfectly in the moon, stars illuminating every curve and dip on your body— showing off the stretch marks from where you’d carried his child. everything about you turned him on in the best possible ways and everything about you that turned him on, also turned out to be everything he loved about you.

your stupid big heart, your stupid big eyes when you say that you love him, your stupid smile when he used to kiss you and hold you and even now when he fucked you. touya todoroki was in love and in the worst possible way but he couldn’t say he regretted a single moment of it, not when you stayed true to him after all these months of being apart. you raised his child and you loved him all the same and a part of him is grateful that you never turned your back on him like everyone else he’s ever loved.

so the least he could do is make love to you, push his creamy cock into the depth of your core while kissing down your spine to watch you shudder oh so cutely. it’s messy and sloppy and the pair of you should feel nasty for the stench of sex in the air, lingering against your skin. but you don’t, how could you? not when love and adoration tingles in the air as well, it’s messy because of the unadulterated emotions you feel for one another— deep in vulnerability is where dabi grinds his cock slowly into you, hitting all the right places that make you scream his name into the night. makes him mumble incoherent praises against your bruised neck and squished cheeks as he lewdly licks a stripe up the column of your neck to behind your ear.

you gush around him and he grunts with ecstasy into your ear, tightening that knot in your stomach as you both step closer to your highs. “you like the way i fill this cunt up, huh? yeah? when i hold you like this, when i fuck you like this?” dabi mutters to you lewdly, holding onto his sanity by a thin thread as his own release sneaks up on him. “tell me you like it...fuck sweetness, please.”

“i love the way you fuck me touya, fuck! only you can make me feel this good,” you moan to appease him, bouncing back against his cock while his hips begin to stutter and your eyes begin to cross. it’s true, you love belonging to him, being able to bring him such pleasure and you know he feels the same way. the villain prods at your g-spot over and over again, stealing your breath away as he pulls you up and into your chest, changing the angle of his hips to bring you to the last hurdle. “baby—ohmygod—-touya! ‘m sososo close, don’t stop...don’t stop, gonna cum, give it to me, give it to me please!” you chant, eyes fluttering shut as you lean your head back against his shoulder and search for his hand, voice rising with every octave as you get closer and closer.

“fucking cum for me sweet girl, shit, cum all over this fucking cock.” dabi manages through gritted teeth, grasping your hand while the pace of his thrusts grow inconsistent.

that’s all that you need to hear before the damn breaks and arousal floods through your entire body courses through your veins. white dances behind your eyes in flashes as your release flushes out of your pussy and drips between touya’s balls, coating them in a layer your honeyed slick. you slump against your boyfriend, not able to mutter a word as you convulse in a silent scream and squeeze both his hand and cock alike.

gently, he pushes you down to the bed and pulls his cock from your intoxicating heat— his free hand clasps around his cock, palming himself towards a swift release. “yeah, oh fuck yeah, fuckin’ love you baby,” he cums on your back and your ass, thick, potent and milky seed landing on your flushed skin before he collapses beside you and exhaustion settles in his bones.

you black out for a few minutes after, fingers still intertwined but dabi manages to slip out long enough to retrieve a washcloth that's damp and warm to clean you both up with. you wake up just as he crawls back into bed with you, kissing your hairline while he makes himself comfortable. “almost thought i’d killed you for a second,” the villain jokes, slinging a loose arm over your bare waist and pulling you to lay on his chest.

“you couldn’t, even if you tried.” you counter sleepily, drawing star shapes on your boyfriend’s naked stomach. a comfortable silence sweeps over the room, despite the thoughts that linger on your mind. looking up at dabi, you notice him drifting off but still can’t help the words that slip from your lips. “why didn’t you ever come back?”

you feel dabi’s chest rise and fall with a deep sigh, fingers coming up to scratch at your scalp— something that used to help you to sleep when you were together before. “i was figuring out a way to get out of the league, to be with you and kori.” he says after some time, catching your eye as you give him a confused look. “shigaraki doesn’t know about her, i never told him. but i knew from the moment we found out about her, i didn’t want her to be a part of the life i’m involved in and knowing how the league works, they’d find a way to make use of her.”

you stay quiet, not knowing what to do with the new information and dabi’s reasoning for staying away for so long. on one hand you were grateful to him for keeping your daughter quiet and safe but part of you still wished he’d given you a sign to let you know it’d all be okay. grabbing your chin, he forces you to look up at him—passionate flames burning in his eyes. “i need you to trust me on this one sweetness, i promise nothin’ will happen to you nor kori. so long as i’m around.”

“pinky promise?” you ask him sweetly, feeling the truth to his words.

you hold up your pinky to the villain’s face, smiling through exhaustion as he rolls his eyes down at you. “pinky promise, babydoll. now get some shut eye, kay?” touya links your pinky with his, scoffing when you make him kiss them.

“g’night, touya.”

“sleep well, babydoll.”

the bed is cold when you wake up the next morning.

the panic sets in quickly, speeding up with the chirping of birds from your balcony outside. you shouldn’t be tearing up over the childishness of a pinky promise. he always made you promises but never actually kept the and as quickly as dabi had waltzed back into your life, he had left you alone and in the cold once more.

gathering yourself together, you stumble out of your bed— avoiding any mirrors that may show the cascade of marks dabi had left against your skin from the previous night. you feel embarrassed and ashamed that you let him back into your life so easily, especially now that you had kori to think about. tears start to well in your tired and puffy eyes as you head to the kitchen, thinking that a mug of coffee will calm you down before you prep your daughter for the day.

but as you wander out of your room, the familiar sound of your baby girl’s laugher drifts through the air— seemingly coming from the kitchen. the sweet melody calls out to you and suddenly your casual stride to the kitchen becomes a brisk walk so you can reach her faster. “kori? baby? did you climb out of your crib again—?” you call out to her, stopping in your tracks when you round the corner.

dabi stands in the middle of your kitchen, still shirtless, with kori balanced on his hip— in one hand he holds a small blue flame, which you’re sure he believes is safe enough for kori to play with while the other steadies your baby girl while she claps and squeals. a first. you’re not too sure when the last time you’d seen her happy was, but you figure her father’s presence had something to do with it.

“i was going to make you breakfast, but the little shit woke up and i didn’t have enough free hands to make you a grilled cheese.” touya smirks over at you, diminishing his flame to grasp kori’s hand and use it to wave at you. she squeals happily, curls bouncing and eyes lighting up in a similar way to her father’s. your heart melts at the sight of them being together, seeing the mannerisms that they share and how joyous they seem. they both grinned the same way, shared the little twitch in their noses and even their sneezes. kori todoroki was an exact replica of touya todoroki, right down to the tiny red curl she had lost in her white locks.

“you know, i thought you’d left,” you make your way across to the island where dabi sets his daughter down and check her temperature— just in case her sudden change in mood is down to any sickness. “the bed was cold when i woke up.”

“didn’t i make you a promise last night, sweetness? i’m not going anywhere,” the arsonist reminds you, wrapping his arms around you from behind while you wipe at kori’s pudgy baby cheeks and give her the once over again. “if you’re checking the kid’s temperature, she's usually pretty cold because of my mom’s quirk. something ice related will be coming through, but she must’ve inherited your strong constitution. guess she has a normal body temp when i’m around ‘cause it balances her out.” while dabi explains the inner workings of kori’s incoming quirk, she claps and babbles excitedly from her place on the island— making a game out of throwing her toys off of it. all of dabi’s logic makes sense and you seem a little more relieved knowing how to take care of her from here.

picking her up, along with her stray toys, you set your baby down by her playmat again and switch on some baby-safe cartoons while you fix yourself and dabi some coffee, kissing all over kori’s face beforehand. he had whined when you pulled away the first time to give your daughter some attention, it was almost comical how the big bad villain had pouted then. “i wonder if there’s anything of mine she inherited or if it’s all you and todoroki genetics.”

“well, her pretty smile certainly didn’t come from me, babydoll.” dabi muses with a light chuckle, arms trapping you against his chest once more as you continue to make you both some much needed caffeine. the coffee machine whirrs as you sway together in the early morning sunshine, warmth from the sun brushing against your skin and touya’s hair tickling your neck before he presses kisses over your fading love bites while kori’s annoying shows play in the background. everything feels complete and at peace. you feel like a real family. “i could get used to this, this life with you.”

you spin in dabi’s arms, cupping his cheeks and taking in his face for the millionth time in the last twelve hours. “then stay, or at least visit some more now that you’re back. you may not feel it, but kori and i need you. everything has always been better when you’ve been around touya… and i mean that. stay.” you stare at him with pleading eyes, standing on your tiptoes to stare him down and communicate just how much you needed him here with you both.

and for once in his life, touya todoroki feels the most loved he’s ever really felt. here in this shitty two bedroom apartment with his angelic little girl and his beautiful girlfriend during the winter season— touya knows this is right where he needs to be. “i’ll stay, for as long as you’ll fuckin’ have me.”

“forever, then?” you ask, eyes lowering to your boyfriend’s lips.

“forever it is, babydoll.” the villain nods, following your gaze before leaning down to capture your lips with a promise written into your sweet kiss.

extended ending

you thought that the best kind of weather was when the sun peeked out from behind the clouds but the air around you was still as cold as a december’s day. the breeze is enough to make your nose run just a little, but occasionally the warmth of the sun’s rays radiates across your skin like a warm blanket, balancing it out.

it was the kind of weather where people didn’t know how to dress, some wore mismatched shorts and jerseys whilst others were decked out in scarves up to their cheeks and sandals where their toes flopped out. it was the kind of weather that reminded you of dabi and kori, they were your warmth and your cold, they balanced each other out and made your family whole.

kori sits on your right hip as you push the car door closed and wave goodbye to an accomplice of your boyfriend’s— your driver for the evening. your little girl’s curls are combed back into two even pigtails, dark blue bows in each one while the red lock of her hair ( now, much longer ) curls against her forehead stubbornly. she looks so pretty, all fancied up a dress that dabi had chosen for her on this particular occasion, the lace irritated her only slightly but the decapitated endeavour plushie her father had gifted her served nicely as a distraction.

you bounce her once, cooing down at your baby before you look to the hospital in front of you— a look of determination in your eye. ever since the night touya had visited you and swore to stay, he’d kept his word to the best of his abilities. being a villain was still a major factor in your relationship, he came when he could stayed if his job permitted it— taking care of your daughter when your shifts were long and even going as far as to learn his and kori’s favourite recipes to cook on the nights where you couldn’t or you didn’t fancy take out.

in the last few weeks his visits had become slightly more scarce with shigaraki becoming more and more demanding, but touya’s plan to leave the league was slowly coming to fruition along with endeavour and the hero society which had both carved a life of struggle for the three of you.

your boyfriend being busy had given you more time to reconnect with the friends you had lost over the last year, meeting up with those from college, mina and tsuyu ( who’d simply thought you’d gone off the radar ) for kori’s first birthday. they absolutely loved her and your sweet girl loved all the attention she was getting. you even had the chance to reunite with your parents, who were more remorseful that you felt you couldn’t come to them for help than the fact that you’d gotten pregnant during college.

of course, they all asked who the father was and you simply told them that he had died ( which was half true ), using the excuse that you were embarrassed to be widowed and with a child at your young age.

shaking your head, you enter the hospital and recite the words that touya had made you practice the night before. you were here by endeavours orders and needed to see mrs.todoroki. your lover had used some sort of hack to put you on the list of visitors for his mother but one look at kori was all the guards and staff needed to let you through. a few nights prior to today, dabi had asked you to do one thing for him before it all went down, kissing your knuckles over some sushi take out.

so despite your nerves, you would go through with this for him, especially if it meant your family could be together. some guards escort yourself and kori to rei todoroki’s room, leaving you with a curt nod and slightly more polite wave to your daughter. the room itself is slightly bleak, a chair and some blue cushioned sofas positioned in an L-shape parallel to the blanketed bed. there’s a tv in the top left corner which and a set of draws underneath where a clear vase sits— containing blooming blue flowers.

rei looks up when you enter, grey eyes flashing with confusion despite the blank look on her face as kori babbles happily in your arms. “who are you?” she whispers, hands retreating from her flowers and folding neatly in her lap.

“oh! i’m yn, your son’s fiancé and this,” you beam kindly, further entering the room and being sure to lock the doors behind you. you nod your head down to your daughter who waves around her endeavour plushy— paying no mind to the situation unfolding. “this is our daughter, your granddaughter...kori todoroki! she’s just turned one and daddy thought it was about time she met you, isn’t that right pretty girl?”

“dada!!!”

rei blinks and you smile again. “she’s a daddy’s girl,” you explain and lift your hand to snow the small sapphire engagement ring on your ring finger. touya had proposed last night as well, certain your plan would work out. “and quite frankly, so am i! how can i not be when your son treats me so well.”

nodding slowly, the wife of endeavour looks down at her hands which you note, nervously fiddle with a stray petal. “so, natsu and you—?” you can see her trying to work it out, curiosity written across her features. you could see why the woman might think kori was natuso’s child— they looked a lot like each other just by first glance but rei was missing an important feature. the colour of kori’s eyes.

“oh no, your other son. the eldest one.” you correct her with a sinister shake of your head. swiftly crossing the room to set your daughter down in rei’s lap. you watch with an evil air of satisfaction as rei todoroki freezes with fear, as the mistakes her family paid out to touya suddenly come to the forefront of her mind. she wobbles with kori still in her grip and you shoot her a dark glare— reaching over to fix her flowers in their vase. “touya picked these out, always said that you loved them. such a pretty shade of blue, no wonder why they’re your favourites, right?”

“please leave.” she looks up at you pleadingly, shaking like a leaf in the breeze outside. oh how you wish your fiancé was here to see this but he had more important things to do.

rolling your eyes, you grab the remote to switch on the tv— pinching kori’s nose affectionately to make her laugh again. “come sit with me rei, let’s watch some tv to help you calm down.”

the woman nods weakly, barely moving an inch as you take a seat beside her with a smile. you skip channels a few times, pride swelling up in your chest when you finally land on the right one, touya’s broadcast flashing across the screen. he sits leisurely in a chair, shirtless with all of his beautiful scars on display— a painful reminder of his childhood and what he’d become. “i, touya todoroki, was born as the eldest son of endeavour. today i’ve killed over 30 innocent people until now, some to protect my family. my daughter, who i have not been able to see due to my father. i would like to let everyone know why i’d end up committing such a hideous act.” he speaks such calmness and clarity, and you can’t help but feel emotional at how he stands in front of the world.

kori grins, leaping up at the sight of her father on the screen and claps her hands. “dada!! dada!! lookie s’daddy!!” she squeals while rei struggles to breathe, panic set in her eyes.

you put a hand on the woman’s shoulder, offering her a sweet grin in an attempt to calm her before the oncoming storm. “keep watching, mrs.todoroki, touya said we’d be one big, happy family after this.” the words are sugar coated and sickly sweet, carrying the dark meaning across to your fiancé’s mother.

looking away, your heart swells while touya tears down the hero society and spills the truth for all of japan to see. you were grateful to the man he’d become— loyal to you, to your daughter and the dreams that you had. the satisfaction of seeing the real villains of the world fall was much greater than any hush money enji todoroki could ever offer.

fin.

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