#adam nightime

[adam-nightime]

-pet- ~ @drsammysprinkleton

.. -purrs-

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

Adam is eve au :

Adams kids :hey dad why arent you and mom ever in the same place ? Are you guys fighting or something ?

Adam :what no were both too busy for it

Adams kids: well we want to see both you and mom togehter ,we want to spend as a whole family ,we never did that!!

Adam :ok! ok!

dont whine now.. fine .. i will find a time where we all can be together as a family ..

Adams kids :yeah !!

Adam builds a staute of himself out of rocks in a dark cave so they can only see the silhouette of it

Later at nightime ,adam as eve snd his kids sit for dinner next to cave

Eve(adam ):look kids,here your dad all awake unlike usually !*point to the silhouette in the cave *

Adams kids:daddy you here yeah !

Eve (adam):*closing his hands on mouth whiledoing an imperssion of his male voice *

Hi kids! I cant got close cuz im a bit sick right now but still im so lucky i found time to spent time with my kids and my beautiful wife !

Eve (Adam ): ohh ,Adam you always know what to say baby

Eve (adam ):oh course i do babe i am the best!

Adam is cringing hard ,having to pretend to flirt with himself but his kids buy it so its was worth it ...

Not gonna lie that's hilarious lol

If Adam and Eve are one in the same, who's the father of the kids? 😏

[estah]

nightime in the adams household! julia & flint are playing fetch, jude is doing his homework last minute, maeve is...eating, julie is taking care of jupiter & finishing up his gig. 

[x3kristax3]

For All Of Time - The New World

Ellis Island, New York City, 1912

A/N: to read the rest of this collaboration that @paigenoelchas-blog started, go here

Benjamin Adams Hospital, Vermont, 2022

Seeing her eyes open gives me every hope for her to wake up. However I can’t get that dream out of my head. I feel like that wasn’t just a dream, like her and I actually lived that.

I’m not one to believe in fate and past lifes, but with her I know our souls are intertwined. How much are we really though? I ask myself as I hold her hand. I look up out the window and see that it is nighttime. Jessica must've left when I fell asleep reading the book, unsure how I even got into bed with my love.

I look at her face and I just know that her eyes are opening is to stay between us, the doctors don’t have hope for her but I do. She squeezed my hand, fluttered those eyes, and now I’m certain I saw them open and a faint smile.

I get up out of the chair and kiss her forehead, one more time as I leave the room to go grab coffee. Hoping every once of my body she doesn’t wake up when I’m not there. I see one of the nightime nurses who has been friendly to me.

“I’m going to go grab some coffee and something to eat” I let her know as I passed her at the nurses station.

“I’m glad to see you leave the room. Has there been any change that you’ve seen since last night?” she asks

“No, I just fell asleep reading her favorite book” I say as I head back.

MC POV:

I feel his kiss on my forehead, and I’ve never been more grateful for those little kisses. I know he saw my eyes and that faint smile. However, it was just for a brief moment as my body needs more sleep to heal and find my way back home. I fall back into this sleep, unsure of what past life I’m going to see this time.

Ellis Island, New York City, 1912

We come in from the ship to start a new life. My father saved every penny he could to make this new life possible in America. I’m merely 14 which means once we get settled in, I will go find a job to help with my family. I’ve never been a fan of boats and large crowds so I’m standing there playing with the fabric of my dress as we stand in line.

My mother leans into my ear “stop playing with your dress, stand up straight, and smile” she says.

She always was so proper, which is what drew my father to her back in Paris. I do as she tells me, trying not to fidget. As I look away from my family, I see this man. He looks to be 17 but his raven black hair catches my eyes. He’s traveling alone which makes me sad at the thought of doing that trip by myself. He looks at me and his ocean blue eyes make me freeze.

He walks up and introduces himself to my father. I hear my mother whisper in my ear again. “Smile,Mabella.

I stand up straight and smile as I’m told. I know what she is thinking as I look at this man, I can’t help but think the same thing. You see my mother and father were set up by their parents and they fell in love at first sight. I never understood that statement as they had introduced me to others over the years. However, watching this man’s confidence as he talks to my father and catching his eyes looking at me, I understand now.

“This is my daughter, Mabella, Jacques” my father says, with his hand on my shoulder.

I reach my hand out to him trying to keep poised like my mother and grandmother raised me. He stands much taller than me, so I have to look up. “Hello Jacques” I say with a smile but I feel butterflies in my stomach.

As his hand touches mine I feel the instant connection. He leans into me and whispers into my ear “I’m not normally one to do this, but you sure did catch my eye” he says.

Him being this close, I smell him and my body shivers. He smells like cedar and smoke which I only smell when I snuck around the ship and found my way to the firstclass area.

He hands my father his business card, “I will be starting this business up here if you need a job in America” as he walks away from us.

My mother looks at me and my father “you know what we need to do” she says to him.

“Yes, he was first class and took a liking to her and offered me a job”.

My parents fnd a place just small for us and my father goes and gets the job with Jacques. He invites us over for dinner and my mother makes me put on my best dress and does my hair and a little bit of makeup.

“Mama, were you nervous when you met papa?” I ask her as I feel nerves running through my body even though I’ve met him multiple times at this point with my papa working for him.

“Yes” she stops and gets in front of me and looks into my brown eyes. “When he came up to us at Ellis Island, I saw how you both looked at eachother. Finding out he was first class on the ship is just an added bonus because he can take care of you. My parents tried to do the same for me, but you know these last couple of years in Paris your father struggled” she says with a sigh.

“I know, mama,” I say, holding her hands.

“He thinks your father and I are joining you tonight for dinner, however it will be just you two” she says.

“But mama,” I start to say but she stops me.

“You will be fine, he’s nothing short of a gentleman, especially with you. He loves you MC” she says. MC has been a family nickname for me for a long time and I know she’s trying to calm my nerves.

There is a knock on the door and I hear my papa answer it as I hear him.

“I’m sorry, Jacques. My wife and I won’t be joining you.However, Mabella, will be” he says as I walk out of the bedroom where my mom and I were.

I see his eyes get big as he watches me come closer to him. “I can accept that,'' he says with a gentle smile but I see a look in his eyes and my heart stops.

I can tell he’s being a gentleman because my papa is right there but that he isn’t against this set up with my parents. I grab my coat and head to him. “Be a gentleman to her” my papa says as I can’t take my eyes off him.

“Of course, I would not be anything less” he says as he takes my hand in his. 

We walk away from the door and I link my arm into his, as we walk side by side. It's a quiet walk but not awkward. We get to the road to cross to the restaurant and I lean my head against his shoulder.

“Jacques” I say with a sigh.

“Call me Jay please, is there anything you like to be called?” he says, looking into my eyes.

“My family calls me MC. If we’re actually going to go through with my parents plans you will eventually be family”  I whisper.

“If youd like to go through with it, so would I, MC '' he says as he pulls me close and whispers into my ear. 

Hearing him call me MC my body shivers. I look away from him and notice the restaurant he’s taking me to is a five star and french. I look him into the eyes “did my papa tell you i had been asking to come here?” I ask as my eyes get big.

He smiles that smile from before as his arm wraps around my waist “yes he did but this was supposed to be all four of us” he says.

The night is nothing short of amazing, he’s a total gentleman all night. As we leave the restaurant he kisses me gently and I don’t want him to pull away but I know we’re in public and I have to behave.

He walks me to my door and kisses my hand because he knows my papa is watching us.

I walk inside and my mama helps me get ready for bed. She asks me about him, and I don’t tell much because well it was much needed for me and him alone.

“MC, tell me do you want to marry him?” she asks.

“Mama, I do. You and papa tried multiple times back in Paris but never felt like this. However, can we wait until I’m 18 so I can make a life for myself here as well?”

“We will talk to your papa about it, he has his heart on you and him together’ she says.

I crawl into bed and fall asleep.

Benjamin Adams Hospital, Vermont, 2022

I start to wake up and I hear him and one of the nurses talking.

“How much coffee did you drink last night?” she asks

I laugh on the inside because that's my Jake.

Jakes POV:

I laugh a little because if only she knew how much coffee I normally drink. “Not that much. MC would be proud of me as I’ve cut back being in here.”

“I wanted to let you know, I checked her report on the computer when I came in this morning. I’m not sure what you are doing,but don’t stop. There was a moment that looked like she really did come back to you. I’m not sure if you knew or not.” she says.

“I know she’s trying to and I just have to be patient.” I say looking at my girl laying there. I now know that definitely wasn’t a dream, her eyes really did open for that brief moment.

[adam-nightime]

Ello !!

-drags @adam-nightime inside- ~Sammy

Oh...why is he here? Who is this?

[divinewhimsy]

Ichor Pt9 (DabixReader)

A/N: Sorry this took so long!! I’ve been busy and have been writing with every spare moment I could get. I hope you all still enjoy it nonetheless!! Also I’m running out of gifs for these chapters LOL

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Part 7: X

Part 8: X

Part 10: X

You’re almost afraid to open your eyes when you wake up. If the bed is empty and Dabi’s gone again you don’t know what you’ll do. The previous day had been full of new and uncertain things. Boundaries that had been crossed and removed. Ideas and thoughts that you remember brushing up against in the waves of his energy beside yours. There’s so much you can’t forget, can’t let go. So if he thinks he can just leave you behind with nothing, he’ll be in for a rude awakening. 

Thankfully as you open your eyes Dabi’s still beside you. Arms wrapped around your body, holding you to him with no room to move. He’s snoring softly, chest inflating and deflating with even breaths. 

He’s so damn beautiful it hurts. It’s almost unreal. Even if he thinks he looks awful or monstrous you can’t help but see the beauty in him. It’s not something you can pin down but looking at him is like witnessing art come to life. Living, breathing art. You run the back of your hand down his face, caressing his cheek gently as he stirs. 

He blinks groggily and groans, burying his face into the pillow. Your fingers slip to his hair, running through the soft strands absentmindedly. You just want to keep touching him. It’s your reason to breathe- any moment you spend not touching some part of him is existence without meaning, although he’d probably make fun of you if you told him. Nevertheless you run a finger down the shell of his ear, jingling his piercings quietly as you brush past them. 

He mumbles something into the pillow and you fight off a smile. 

“What?” you ask with a slight laugh. 

He mumbles it again, his muffled voice still swallowed by the pillow, although it's a little louder.

“I can’t hear you.” you giggle and he rolls his head to the side.

“I said it's too damn early.” he sighs and you shrug. 

“I don’t even know what time it is.” you admit, tracing his jawline with your fingertips and watching the goosebumps appear in their wake. 

He catches your hand with his own, pressing his lips to your palm. You meet his gaze then, his beautifully blue eyes crackling with a foreign emotion. He presses each of your fingertips to his lips, kissing them one by one. It’s a surprisingly gentle gesture but you melt all the same.

“Dabi.” you breathe and notice how his ears twitch at the sound of his name. “You said something yesterday that's been bugging me.” 

“I said a lot. You’re going to have to be more specific.” he grumbles, eyes barely open as he looks at you. 

“Well, there were a few things I wanted to talk to you about.” you murmur and swallow the rising levels of anxiety that start to spear through you. “But we’ll start with this one.”

Dabi waits in silence but you can feel the way he’s holding his breath. Waiting, with a hint of your own anxiety bleeding into his emotional resolve. You don’t want him to feel nervous- you’re the one who should be nervous! You know he hates repeating himself and here you are, about to ask him to do just that. 

“Nevermind.” you curl your lips into your mouth and glance away from him. “I need to pee.” 

You try to wiggle free from his arms but Dabi doesn’t let you budge. Instead he holds on tighter, his eyes narrowing as you search his face in a fleeting second.

“We’re not doing this bullshit.” he sighs and you stop wriggling at the absolute order in his voice. How does he do that?! “If there’s a problem just say it. I don’t like to waste time beating around the bush with stupid shit. I get if you regret yesterday but just come out and say it.” 

“Regret… Yesterday?” you furrow your brows, your face burning a bright red. “Absolutely not! I don’t regret it! I was going to ask about some other stuff having to do with the bond-... why do you think I regret it?”

Dabi’s brows furrow. 

“You- I- You can’t tell me you weren’t thinking that just then.” 

“I wasn’t!” you pull back to look at all of his face.

The surprise in his eyes also forms a small ‘o’ on his lips. The way his cerulean eyes drink in your features, worry strewn about both your faces as you pause. The moment of miscommunication passes with an awkward sigh of relief and Dabi clears his throat. 

“What did you want to talk about, then?” he grumbles quietly, eyes avoiding yours as he loosens his grip on your body.

He really must be insecure. How many people had regretted time spent with him if that was his immediate thought at your unease? How many rejections has he faced the morning after offering himself up? 

The pain in your heart makes you want to wrap your arms around him and never let go. No one should have to feel that broken- to feel that useless and awful and unwanted.

You don’t say anything but instead wrap yourself around him, hooking your legs around his. You press yourself to him, face burying into his neck and breathing in his natural smell of smoke and earth. A fire pit in the middle of a forest, a bonfire on a beach. The skies painted gray with the ashes of him. 

“Never.” you whisper and he sighs, running a hand down your hair and back gently. “I’ll never regret it.”

“Alright, alright.” he mumbles and pulls you away from him. “Go on and say what you wanted.”

At least he didn’t immediately push you away. There’s some progress there to be made still but it’s a start. One day he won’t tense or push you away. One day he’ll crave it and pull you toward him. You vow to make it reality.

“The bond.” you murmur and wrap yourself in the remainder of the sheets and blanket. 

You’d forgotten you were completely naked. Not that it matters after having spent last night with Dabi- he’d definitely gotten to see all of you. Just as you’ve seen all of him by now. Of course you wouldn’t object to always seeing all of him again. 

No. Focus. You wanted to talk to him about the bond.

“I- You mentioned you could see it that one day.” you spit out, flustered at your own thoughts. 

Dabi raises a brow and nods once. 

“Yeah. I can see it from time to time. It’s… I feel it more often than not, though.” he glances up at your ceiling. He reaches one hand up, drawing a swirling line up above. “It can get annoying.”

“Annoying?” you ask and he chuckles. 

“Yeah. When I left- after I got my quirk back,” he clears his throat, gaze flickering to your face after ‘left’ slips past his lips. “It became more apparent.”

You recall going after him when he had left with Charlie. You hadn’t known where you were going- but your body moved beyond your mind and brought you to him all the same. 

“If I focus on it,” he continues and turns his gaze to your arm. He runs his hand up it gingerly, timidly- almost- and draws shapes with his fingertips. “I can feel your heartbeat beside my own. I didn’t think it would affect me if I left. But when you woke up and realized I was gone, I knew I was wrong. I felt the strong, sharp pain in my own body. As if I’d been cut with glass and knives.” 

His adams apple bobs and you hold still as he continues to run his fingertip up and down your arm. It’s a pleasant feeling you never expected him to elicit but you’re not fighting it. Not when this moment is intimate in a way that makes your body blush more than when he’d been pounding into you. 

“I made it three days before I couldn’t take it anymore.” he laughs with a bitter note in his tone, “I was angry at you for not letting me go. For not listening and moving and getting the hell out of here. I knew others would guess you were involved with me- seen in public or private, it doesn’t matter. They know. That bastard- the green faced one with the Chameleon quirk- was one.”

“Charlie.” you frown and he shrugs. 

“He swooped in as soon as I left. He’d been waiting. I fought him in that last battle, the one you brought me back from. He trapped me in some awful building turning into rubble because he wasn’t able to take me on himself. Coward.

“He saw me leave. He’d been watching me- or, rather, you- the entire time. Probably before the League even knew where I was. His quirk made him excellent at hiding. So when I came back and saw him lurking around you, waiting for me, I knew I couldn’t just leave. I stayed and watched you. Waited for him to make his move when he thought I was gone for good. 

“I could feel your fear freeze you up.” he murmurs, hand sliding up to your cheek to cup your face gently. His thumb brushes under your eye again and he offers a small smile. “I’m just relieved he hadn’t gotten to you yet when I knocked on the window.”

“Why not just use the door?” 

“Then you’d be terrified even more.” he chuckles, “The window let you know at least one of the creepers in your home wasn’t there to hurt you.”

“That’s a terribly heroic thing to do.” you tease and he rolls his eyes.

“Don’t go telling everyone. Might ruin my reputation.” 

“Pfffft, okay.” you laugh and place your hand over his, keeping his palm pressed against your face. 

“He mentioned that if you killed him in front of me that it would ruin me for you.” you frown. “That I was innocent.”

“He thought so.” Dabi shrugs. “I can’t say one way or another. He was just trying to save his sorry ass.”

“What was he going to do?” you ask quietly, afraid of the answer.

“We’ll never know.” Dabi shrugs. “I didn’t ask. I was too angry to even think straight until I felt you coming along.”

“You could feel me?” 

“Of course I could- I can. Every step I’m away from you is painfully obvious. My body burns when you’re farther- and my flames...It’s harder to maintain as much control as I had before. They’re wild and angry. Devouring everything, not a care for what's in front of them.”

“They did grow when I got closer. But they also let me through.”

He nods.

“I have a theory on that, too.” he muses, “I think this connection between the two of us has something to do with that.”

“How so?”

“You brought me back from the dead, babydoll.” he says quietly. “That defies all logic as far as I know it. I think the connection between the two of us gets stronger when we’re closer because of it. I’m alive because of you, after all.”

“Also dead because of me the second time.” you mutter, guilt spreading through your limbs. 

“Still alive now, though.” he shrugs. “But hey, who knows? Maybe if I get farther away I might die.”

“Then you’ll just never leave.” you frown and wrap him in your arms tightly. “Or I’ll just bring you back.”

“What if I’m draining you?” he asks softly, his words barely above a whisper. “What if you’re so exhausted because I take every time I touch you? Maybe I’m why you lose control-”

“No.” you say sharply. “You’re not draining me, Dabi. You’re not taking anything. I’m giving you everything, if anything.”

“Then fucking stop.” he says curtly. “I don’t want to have to find someone else-”

“Are you saying...that you want to continue being with me?” you blink and pull back to look at him.

“Shut up. Just learn to control your quirk.”

“You just-”

“We’re moving past that now. I want you to honestly work on your quirk control. You can’t give me everything every time. I don’t want you to.”

“I can work on it.” you nod quietly, slightly dazed at his words. 

“Good.” he sighs. “Because I’m not sure I’ll have enough control for the both of us.”

“What?” you scrunch your face in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“It’s fucking difficult! You don’t understand how much self control it takes. With you giving it all every time? It’s like you’re flooding my senses with this drug and I can’t get enough of it. It’s what brought me back from the other side. It’s like this… Impossible feeling. I feel invincible. Like I’m unkillable, unbeatable. It races through my senses and I’m always better than I’ve ever imagined I could be. You’re a drug, princess. I’m not going to be able to say no everytime.”

“You don’t have to-”

“Do you see how it drains you?” he cuts you off with a warning glare. “Do you even realize its not normal to be that worn out after sex? It’s hard to have the self control to take myself from it. Kissing you, eating you out, being inside you- even just touching you feels like everything in the universe came together to put me there specifically. Aligned and came together just for that. It’s a high I’ll always chase as long as I live if you keep offering it.”

You blush and he smirks.

“And with the way you look right now it seems you’ll keep offering it.” he chuckles darkly and brushes his lips against yours. “Every moment I devour a piece of you- it's a rush. It’s enough to make a man lose control.” 

His kiss is passionate and heated, tongue dominating yours as he draws you closer to him. Your body melts into his, letting his hands grasp and grip you any way he wants and he lets out a low growl.

“See? Like that.” he hisses and pulls away. “Makin’ me dizzy and shit.”

You pant and giggle, “It makes me dizzy too.”

“It’s dangerous.” he growls and presses his lips to your forehead. “Are you sure that your quirk counselor didn’t already know what your quirk could do? If they knew you had the ability to do what we’ve seen you do, it’s no wonder they told you to hide it.”

“I don’t think so.” you sigh. “They just knew I had...drained someone. I guess they just left it at that? I don’t remember them doing anything extensive. Why hide it if I can defy death?” 

“Hmm.” Dabi hums and presses a hand to the small of your back, holding you closer to him. “Maybe they thought it would protect you? I don’t know. Speaking of…”

You glance up at him as he brings a hand to your face once more, tilting your head back. 

“Huh?” you blink. 

“We’re not telling Shigaraki or the League about any of that. In fact, we’re not telling anyone. And I don’t want you to go to any more battlefields. You can’t use your quirk as openly as you did before. People are watching you.”

“But…” you start but Dabi stops you with a stern look. 

“You can’t.” he breathes, “we have no idea what could happen and until you get control over it, it’s easier to just not use it.”

He’s right but Shigaraki’s words ring through your memory. This is different. It’s not the same as the others before you telling you not to use it. It’s not the same. 

...Right? 

What are you thinking, of course it isn't the same. Dabi wouldn’t do that to you. You can’t even believe the thought that he would come up in your brain. 

Then again, Shigaraki is an intelligent man. His words will last longer than his presence will and the purpose behind them will grow. If you let him sow the doubt into you now, you’ll be playing right into his hands. 

“Okay.” you nod. “I won’t.” 

Dabi searches your eyes for a few seconds more before he lets out the breath he’d been holding. 

“Good.” he grumbles and releases your face as his finger slides to your lips. His gaze flickers there, watching as he traces the shape of your mouth. “I’m going to have to make an appearance at the League today or Shigaraki will show back up.” 

You nod, debating if you should bite his fingers or not. He moves them from your face before you can decide- teaching for his phone underneath the pillow with a sigh. 

“Speaking of.” he mutters as it starts to ring. He answers it with an annoyed look, his eyebrow twitching as the person on the other line immediately starts speaking.

“Yeah, yeah. Shut up. I’ll be there.” Dabi grumbles and you stifle a laugh, smiling as he hangs up before the other person can finish speaking. “It’s almost sunset. I should get going.” 

He seems to hesitate as his hand hovers above your face, his warmth enveloping you before he moves. You decide for him, bunting your head into his hand and wrapping your arms around him. He releases at your touch, meeting your lips halfway as if he can read your mind. 

The kiss is quick but still packed with that same longing heat from before. Notes of regret twinge in your stomach as he pulls away, feeling the surge of your quirk rises up. You wince, toes curling as you look at his face.

“Control.” he growls and flicks you in the nose. 

You pout but end up smiling as he ruffles your hair and slides out of the bed. He pulls on pants and a shirt, donning his signature jacket. He pads out the room with a wave but keeps his gaze forward. You watch as he leaves, words lingering on your lips with the memory of his fingers. 

It’s too soon to say them. The three words may just very well damn this entire… situation. You’re sure at least feels how you do- or feels what you’re feeling through the bond, at least. Acknowledging it when it’s in its infancy is ridiculous. 

You dress yourself a little bit after, making some food and watching tv before your phone rings. It’s Lively- who’s already on her way over to drag you with her to some event by the school her new boyfriend works at. You groan but don’t bother arguing. It’s easier to just go along with her shenanigans than to try and stop the already in motion plan. 

**

It’s not as bad as you thought it might be. The event is off campus- which is surprising, given recent issues with UA and their security breaches. You don’t voice your concerns though as she blabbers on and on about various topics. You listen and add in but you know your heart isn’t in the conversation. Not when your emotions are still so twisted from the night before. 

You check to make sure the bond between you and Dabi is still there- and it is. It never once disappears, although you have an irrational fear it might. What if he wasn’t going to come back?

You could just track him down again. 

Or go to the league. If you had a deathwish. Dabi already didn’t want you there- not because he doesn’t like you but because he said he wanted what was best for you. 

The only issue with that is what if you want the best for him? Is the league really the best that can be offered? Is being a villain honestly what he needs? It’s too messy, too dangerous. 

Then again, you were the one who rushed to save him. You started this entire thing. Bound him to you with blood. 

Lively chatters away before squealing and dashing up to a dark haired man with tired eyes and a large tan scarf around his shoulders. He smiles softly as she wraps her arms around him and starts blabbering away just as you walk up. 

“This is my best friend, [Name]! The one I told you I work with.” she gestures toward you and the man nods when he meets your gaze.

“I’ve told Shouta alllllll about you!” Lively giggles and you wince, trying to play it off as a smile. 

“All about me, huh?” you mumble and she laughs.

“Well he has a few single friends who are pro’s like him! Sooo that’s why I brought you today! To meet them!” 

Dear god, no. You shake your head and swallow, taking a cautious step away from the couple. 

“I’m really alright on my own-“ you start but Lively isn’t having it as she’s hurriedly waving someone behind you over. 

“You don’t have to start anything- think of them as more friends or social outlets!” she encourages and you sigh. 

You can’t tell her you’re technically seeing someone. Not without her prying into who it is and when you met them. Unless Dabi didn’t consider you two being together...A something? Is it a relationship? Is it a fling? Is it because you two are bound by your quirk? 

You really should ask him but… would that scare him away? Are you even ready to define what the two of you are together? Sure, you’d slept with him but it wasn’t like you’d confessed your love for him. Granted, neither had he. You could be overthinking this entire thing. 

Emotional turmoil aside, you have to focus on the now. As Lively introduces you to a couple of the UA teachers, she tugs you and her boyfriend- Aizawa, as you’ve taken to politely calling him by his last name- around with her. You’re not sure which one is the one she’s specifically trying to set you up with but they all seem nice enough. None of them stand out enough to catch your eye but you’re not really looking for someone that is. Not when you just shared your bed with someone you’re connected to on a whole different level. A level beyond what any other being can even begin to offer you. 

Your quirk has ruined other relationships for you. Now that you know how deep you can connect with someone else by using it, it’s impossible to think of not being so...Intertwined with someone. And asking them to die so you can bring them back for that level of connectivity is insane. This is a rare, once in a lifetime thing you’re keeping secret and you can’t even hope to explain to anyone else why no past or future relationship will ever be the same. 

Lively babbles on about different things throughout the night. You don’t mind listening but you’re thankful when her and Aizawa step away with another teacher/Pro hero- Present Mic. He gives a friendly wave and you nod politely back before resting at one of the tables off to the side. It’s on the outskirts of the event and mostly private while everyone else is walking around enjoying the many booths and groups of heroes. 

You’re enjoying the quiet when your phone chimes with an incoming text. You blink at your screen in surprise- you’ve already told Lively where to find you if she needed you. Who else could be trying to reach you?

It’s a number you don’t recognize. 

The text is off putting, to say the least. 

‘What are you doing here?’

Who even…?

‘You must have the wrong number, I don’t have this one saved as a contact.’

‘Of course you won’t. I’ve never messaged you before this.’ 

‘That doesn’t help clear up who this is.’

‘It’s me, “Ichor”.’ 

You freeze, eyes locked down on your phone. The only person you’ve told to call you ‘Ichor’ is coincidentally the only person you’ve stayed in contact with after healing. Dabi. You can’t type his name out. If someone were to get a hold of your phone, they’d have his number and know it’s home by your guessing text alone. It would just be a burden if he had to get a new one. But if this is Dabi...Why is he messaging you now?? 

‘...D?’ 

‘Who else?’ 

You swear you can hear his snarky tone. Is he around here? With so many heroes close by? He can’t honestly think he has a chance to take them all down by himself. 

Unless the League is planning another attack. 

Your skin turns into ice at the thought. Here? Now? An attack? Lively is somewhere nearby- you have to get her out. But how can you without alerting the heroes of the villains? 

Shigaraki’s words simmer through your mind; ‘In the end it’ll come down to the choice you refuse to make- Who will you save? A hero? Or a villain?’

Do you honestly have to choose? Not that Lively is a hero by any means- she’s innocent in this. She’s dating a Pro, sure, but that doesn’t mean she deserves to be caught in the middle. Then again, the League doesn’t care about those caught in the crossfire. They’re not heroes who try to minimize damage and casualties. 

The thought makes you sick. How many people would get hurt just for the League’s statement? 

‘What are YOU doing here??’

You counter, worry bleeding into your features as you search the edge of the crowds. Do you leave? Do you stay? 

Why does it feel like the choice you make is going to impact your life in ways you can’t even begin to imagine? 

‘I asked you first.’ 

You can imagine his face. Squinting turquoise eyes, his lips pressing into an impossibly thin line. The distrust oozing from him in waves that make you feel sick. 

‘Lively dragged me here. The coworker I told you about from before.’ 

It’s the truth. And that’s always the best place to start. 

‘And left you by yourself?’ 

Of course he’s going to question it when you’re all alone. 

‘She went off with her boyfriend to do something. I just wanted a moment alone.’ 

Why oh why does this feel like you’re deactivating a ticking time bomb? Sweating before the open panel filled with crazy wires crackling with explosive energy. You have to stop this. 

Dabi doesn’t answer and you roll your bottom lip between your teeth. You need to talk to him face to face otherwise your mind is going to convince you he’s angry with you. If you can just see his eyes and get one moment with him… Then you’ll know this isn’t as bad as it seems. 

You stand from your seat and tuck your phone into your pocket, weaving out of the area and searching every shadow that you find. He has to be here somewhere, doesn’t he? If he knows you’re here, he must have seen you. 

You send a quick message to Lively explaining you went home and continue your search. No reason to get her worried or suspicious. Your absence needs to seem genuine for her not to worry. Giving some bullshit excuse about you needing to finish some research works well enough.

You’re not well traveled in this part of the city, unfortunately. It’s too much of a maze to properly figure out but you end up checking alley after alley, looking for him. You find bums and thugs, paying them only a quick glance before skittering off to the next alley. Some call out, others growl but you’re a safe enough distance away by the time they can even react. 

Where could he be? You’re turning down the next street when you’re yanked into a dark corner by a closed tailors shop. Firm hands are on your shoulders as they spin you to face their owner, your body trapped between the brick wall and your captor. 

You relax as you recognize the warmth from him, the heat rolling off his body and his glistening cerulean eyes. 

Dabi.

You’re always speechless when you look directly into his gaze but there’s something more to this. As he pins you against the wall, hands splayed on the brick on either side of your head, you can’t help but feel the beat of his heart against your ribs. His body is just barely touching yours but your skin burns for him, offering up a delicious rosy blush for him as yours recalls the memories of his body. His form pressing against yours, the feel of him within- it’s all a rush as he’s only inches from you. 

“Dabi.” you breathe, a relieved sigh escaping your lips. “I thought you had to go back to the group?”

“So you took the time to brush elbows with the pros while I was gone?”

Okay so maybe he is upset with you. 

You frown.

“You know that’s not why I’m here.” you sigh and he squints. 

“Do I?” 

“You can’t be serious right now.” you shake your head in disbelief. “Listen to yourself. Why would I want to be near pros? They’re loud, obnoxious and I don’t want any of the spotlight they bring. Being here doesn’t benefit me in the slightest.” 

“And what does?” he challenges, his hands warming up against the bricks. You can feel the heat roll toward you but you don’t dare flinch. You will not be afraid of him- he’s just trying to intimidate you. 

“You.” rolling your eyes, you open the connection between you two through the bond. You let a tendril of his soul slip through it, testing the metaphorical waters for any lie. “Feel for yourself.”

You don’t know if he can see or hear or feel it the way you do but it's worth a shot. Opening yourself to him isn’t as terrifying as it sounds although you still feel bare before him. All of his attention and essence sifting through your own to connect.

There’s only a fraction of him that visibly relaxes at the unseen action and you release the tension building up in your shoulders. At least it’s him. But why is he being so weird…?

“Do you really not trust me?” you murmur as he rests his head on your shoulder. The ends of his silky hair brush your cheek and you wrap your arms around him instinctively. 

“I don’t trust anyone.” he mumbles. 

It’s a lie but one you’ll let him believe. If that’s what he needs right now, so be it. But you know some part of him trusts you enough to expose different sides of himself. Or maybe it's involuntary? 

Your fingertips slip into his hair and gently run through the tufts of it, letting them slip through the spaces between your fingers. His head rolls to the side as his lips attach to your neck, a soft purr reverberating from his chest. You feel it more than you hear it but it doesn’t matter. Because the moment his lips are on your skin you’re melting into his touch all over again. 

You attempt control of your quirk, reeling it in until it’s locked tightly in your veins, ribbons of it swimming like eels trying to escape. It’s hard to focus on it and your attention slips as Dabi nips at your skin. With a yelp you jump and your control is snapped away and the ribbons of your quirk connect to Dabi’s veins. Surging with energy and the beautiful, steady melody of his heartbeat, you relax into his arms. 

Dabi catches you before your knees give out and he sighs quietly- a note of content burning through you can’t ignore. 

“You tried.” he chuckles and you offer a pathetic sound in response. You’re not even sure if you’re agreeing with him or not. It’s acknowledgment, at least. 

The sting of his mistrust still hurts but you don’t let it go. You hold it for a brief moment as he pulls his face away from your neck, a somber and lost look tracing his features. 

“Were you… Scared?” you ask quietly, brows furrowing on your face as you try to piece together why he feels… Different. His words and his actions are mixed, meaning and definitions clashing with how you’re deciphering them.

“Of what?” he sighs, bored tone returning to his voice. 

You. Betrayal. Rejection. Ever since earlier he’s been… strange. 

He must have been worried. With how drained you were after sex and then you being around so many Pro’s. You recall Shigaraki’s words about him being staked outside your apartment for a week before Charlie broke in. Even if he claims he was watching him and not you, you can’t help but feel maybe he was watching you all along.

“Nothing.” you mumble and press a hesitant kiss to his temple, holding his head still. He doesn’t object but the way he tenses up solidifies your suspicions. 

Dabi’s not used to caring or worrying about others. He isn’t used to the physical contact between people if it isn’t explicitly sexual. He’s well versed in the way of fighting and sex but for anything more intimate you can see the way he shudders. His sharpened edges spring from him in a defensive- and the fear is blatantly clear to you through the bond. 

Testing the waters of his emotional state only backs up your idea. He’s a storm of different feelings- none of it sorted and all of it bottled up until it breaks free. 

“Quit that.” Dabi grumbles and you pause, pulling away from his face to look at him.

His bored look doesn’t budge. 

“Quit what?” you blink, unsure of what he meant. Touching him? The gentle temple kiss? Or feeling his emotions?

“Saying it’s nothing.” he sighs. “I get really tired of those bullshit games.”

“Oh, well… I wasn’t sure you’d like what I had to say.”

“Does it matter if I do or don’t? Just say it.”

“I was going to say you were scared that I might betray you.” you admit sheepishly. “That you were afraid I wasn’t...genuine with you from the beginning.” 

“And?” 

He’s holding his breath.

“I’ve been honest with you.” you assure. “I’ve already opened myself up to you to search for your own assurance if you want. I don’t want you to feel like you can’t trust me but I understand the past may have proven that to be… difficult, to say the least.”

He doesn’t say anything but his arms slide around your waist, holding you to his warm chest. The closeness to him is somehow changed in the night but you don’t dislike it. Holding you more tightly than before, as if he’s reluctant to let go. It’s a new side to Dabi. 

“You don’t have to completely trust me.” you offer quietly, lips brushing his collarbone as you lean into him. “I understand. I’m not upset. I’ll do everything I can to help you trust again.” 

He presses a kiss to your hair and a smile blooms on your face, although it’s small. 

It’s a step in the right direction, at least. 

“Can we go home now?” you yawn. “Or do you need to go back?”

“I’ll walk you home first.” he says quietly and you grasp his hand in your own, threading your fingers tenderly. 

Dabi freezes at the action but doesn’t pull away. He settles on keeping his gaze on anything but you and you’re not sure but it must be the pink lighting of the festival that dusts his cheeks with a rosy hue. Or your imagination. 

By the time you’re safe and sound in your apartment, Dabi's face has returned to his normal pale and purple, piercings and all steeled into a bored tone. He drops you off at the door and you pause as he steps away, concern wrapping around your heart. 

“Are you not…?” you’re stuck between ‘coming in’ and ‘coming back’ but Dabi seems to read it.

He shakes his head, eyes scanning the sky above nonchalantly. 

“I have a couple of other things to do.” he says quietly. 

“But… You’ll come back… Right?” you murmur and he takes a deep breath.

“Yeah.” 

“Alright. See you later.”

He waves and starts stalking down the street, his pace set by his long stride. You watch as he retreats from your vision, a weird sensation building in your gut. 

He’s probably just thinking about something. You wish he would open up to you but you understand why he doesn’t. Dabi isn’t used to doing these kinds of things- and for him to be anything but his normal bored or flirty self is strange. 

Still, if he needs time alone to figure it out, so be it. 

You’ll be right here when he does. Come hell or high water.

[edwardashley]

Tepi Watches The Terror Ep. 4

sir john is GONE and play time is over!!!! i’m excited to see whats gonna Go Down

up next on episode 4.....

okay lady franklin is kind of being badass in making her demands

did we... did crozier need to be pissing during this conversation with jopson

why does fitzjames’ casual clothes look like my dads fdjaklfj dthats generic beige sweater

jared harris is doing his best but GOD this weird romance subplot as his cahracter motivation is *gagging noises*

ooooh northern lights good mood setter

I CANT SEE SHIT PLEASE I CANT SEE SHIT WHATS GOING ON I KNOW ITS NIGHTIME BUT IT DOESNT HAVE TO BE SHOT LIKE THIS

thats a dudes BRAIN um??????? and hes ? still alive? what the fuck?

god all these flashbacks abt croziers romance its BORiNG im BORED stop it

oh my god Hickey your sass gosh Adam Nagaitis really is a good actor you guys  were not kidding the breath of drama in his monologues and then when he’s fighting with crozier the DEFIANCE in him is so spicy like it feels? like there’s nuance to it idk how to describe it but its like so much better than just “snarky” archetype. but also dude stop talking your friends dont need more lashes

looks at hickeys body. yo gibson you really let him fuck you huh wow.

WAIT NO THIS IS WHIPPING SCENE IM LITERALLY BREATHLESS OH MY GOD? like he is acting his fucking ASS of here i’m SO BOWLED over by this what the hell!!!!!! its like a 4 min long scene and he’s making me feel EVERY lash just by his face journeys and varied wordless vocalizations and its doesnt feel overdone or boring but i can feel his agony oh man oh man oh man i STAN

“i’m mixing up my latin and my greek must be my bedtime” made me laugh

head dr guy is a bit racist huh

okay goodsir wanting to be friends with the inuit lady is adorable. look at him, look at those eager puppy dog eyes how can you resist my heart i melting :)

iv’e figured out what this show reminds me of. the 2015  adaptation of And Then There Were None. 1) lots of panning shots with ominous music to emphasize isolatin and loneliness 2) ppl slowly going nuts as theyre hunted and picked off one by one 3) vauge supernatural elements 4) evil gay who with atrocious facial hair whose still a delight to watch 5) the main cast ACTING so well/intensely that it overpowers the silly plot elements b/c they’re just so commited to it and youre like wow. anyway you guys should watch the 2015 adaptaion of And Then There Were None

[we-eternal-rp]

        ❝𝐢 𝐚𝐦 𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐞𝐮𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧 𝐠𝐨𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐲.❞

the mortal sun has risen and set a thousand thousand times, and 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧 𝐠𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐞𝐮𝐬 is yet bound to the earthly realm, the reincarnation loop continues. this time their mortal coil has taken the shape of michiel huisman, a human born on 22nd of february, 1987, a pisces and named 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐤.

with astraeus consciousness tucked away from their own, they have no indication of the complexity of who they are, and what they are, and that has only really served to add more confusion and questions. when, or even if, the barrier between the immortal astraeus and the mortal nicholas is broken down, they will be able to harness 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥, 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞. until that day, as the younger titan god of the stars, the winds, and the art of astrology, nicholas continues to unknowingly influence the world and be influenced by, the immortal being within them, 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐤, 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬.

in the mean time, nicholas is cis male using he/him to define themselves, and is 35 years old. life goes on for them as most everyone else’s does; working at aether's planetarium & space museum as owner and chairman, and at queensland university as a space science professor, and if he can’t be found there, he can usually be found at bellerophon bay, taking pictures of the sky at nightime. they are originally from groningen, netherlands and they now live in hesperides villas with their spotted great dane cosmo. to date, nicholas has been on magnetic island for 18 years.

❝𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠... 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤?❞         — lost stars, adam levine.

+ nicholas is penned by sam ! + nicholas looks a lot like michiel huisman !

[chaoticriders-blog]

@thenoahfamily

While Aeneas appreciated the Ark, they could not deny the brightness of it would feel too much after a bit. The Incarnation loved the gardens and the outside, but they loved even more being inside, the strees and buildings more shadowed. And even more so, when the Ark displayed nightime.

As it was, the time was evening, slowly going into night; and Aeneas moved from a building to take some air. However, blue eyes trailed to the side as shadows whispered to the blond, and they blinked as they realized they were not alone.

One of the Noah, Aeneas could guess from the sensation. The blond paused in the steps that were leading them more into the open, instead offering a smile at the Noah, tugging at their hood in a betrayal of shyness. There was a second, a beat of hesitation, then Aeneas moved closer to the other.

“Hello,” They greeted, softly. “I think Adam mentionned us, but I figured I would introduce myself. My name’s Aeneas.” There was another beat, awkward hesitation, the way their hand twitched indicating Aeneas wasn’t sure whether to shake hands or not.

[zerodbradio]

It's nightime w/Ear Damage right now with #vanhalen #kiss and #bonjovi plus much more! Tune in and turn up!

It’s nightime w/Ear Damage right now with #vanhalen #kiss and #bonjovi plus much more! Tune in and turn up!

Ear Damage w/Adam broadcasting @ 8pm today on ZerodBRadio.com! #eardamage #zerodbradio Ear Damage #151 – Sat Feb 6 Check out Ear Damage on Instagram! A Cacophony of vandalism for your ears. Hard, Heavy and Abstract.

[adam-nightime]

Who is Jack? ~ @drsammysprinkleton

My evil self! He's annoying.

Stfu.

[rheasmirror]

Birthday

So...this is a story I made for my ex, but I never shown it to him. Even though... it was partially about him, I still adore it, and I want it to be canon for Rhea and Felix/Adam.

(Five months ago)

"Felix!!! Do you want to play the question game?"

I ran into our bedroom to find him sitting on the floor looking at the ceiling.

"What's that?"

"A game, where we ask each other questions, you ask one, I answer, I ask one, you answer."

"Sure, I'll play. You first" He stuck his tongue out at me.

I sat down in front of him, and he looked down to see my face as I stuck my tongue  back at him.

I thought about it.

"What is....your favorite color?"

"Red. What is....your favorite song?"

"One thousand years. By Christina Perri"

"Oh! I know that one!"

"What is...your favorite animal?"

"Ouch! That's tough. I like horses though."

I felt my heart gush and I couldn't help but let out an "Awwww"

"I had one that was my best friend and whenever I went to her shed, she would come up to the edge and playfully nudge my shoulder with her nose, to ask me to feed her grass. I would sit out there for hours feeding her."

My heart gushed even more.

"That's so sweet."

"I haven't seen her in a while, because she belongs to my foster parents."

"Well...being a space pirate, it's kind of hard to. And I am sorry...."

Felix smiled a little.

"It's okay. Their good people, and so I know she is being taken care of. What is...your favorite time of day?"

"Nightime... Darkness fascinates me, and it gets even better with rain. What is...your favorite holiday?"

Felix smirked.

"Halloween, for two things. Costumes, free candy. And it may be ten days after my birthday."

I gasped and flailed my arms, wrapping him into a tackle hug.

"Oh my gosh! Now I know when your birthday is!!!"

Felix laughed.

"When is yours?"

I got off of him and helped him sit straight up again.

"November 20th."

We finished playing the game, and I thought about all this new information about him. We met in highschool, and passed in the hallways, occasionally hugging from time to time (Free hugs peeps. Amazing) and I somewhat felt some sort of feeling for him back then. Now through all this saving the world and universe crap, I fell head over heels for him and I barely knew a thing about him, just that I wanted to spend my life with him.

So through the next five months, I planned carefully.

(Present time)

"Oh Felix!!"

Felix looked over his shoulder at me.

"What is it, Rhea?"

I giggled.

"Halloween is next week, but Kimball and Emma asked me to throw a party this week." I lied.

"Oh really? What day this week?"

I blushed.

"later today,"

Felix turned around and shook his head, smiling down.

"Rhea. I see what's going on."

'Crapcrapcrap.'

"What do you mean?" I smiled up.

"Oh don't play coy, you know what I'm talking about"

I shook my head playing dumb.

"No, I don't."

Felix smirked harder.

"Rhea, I can make you talk."

'Fuck!!!'

"Uhhh bye!!"

I ran down the hallway and heard his footsteps behind me, so I ran faster. I made it down a few halls and into a broom closet. Felix caught up and looked through the hallway, opening each door, one by one, until he got to mine. I held my breath, that is, until someone interrupted him.

"Hey Felix! I need help with a prisoner in cell fifteen C!" Kimball called for him.

"I'll get her to talk later." I heard him mumble.

I smirked in the closet and thought about the plans that would take place in a few hours.

*Two hours later*

I remained crouched down inside the box, my black dress kept riding up and my black ears slid down. I adjusted them, and sighed. At least my tail stayed in place.

Tucker rolled me out of the kitchen, and into the dining hall.

"Tucker, can you speed this up? I'm suffocating in here."

"Rhea, stop complaining! Or you will ruin the surprise!"

'Ugh!!! Fine..."

I breathed in and out.

'I hate Tucker so much sometimes.... Why does he have to give me such horrible ideas? I can feel the walls closing in.'

I heard other people talking outside, it must be near the time.

"Where's Rhea?"

Felix....

"Oh she's cooking-"

"Getting ready!"

I sighed.

'Idiots.... Wash and Tucker are both gonna get it, when I get out..."

"Grif! Stop picking at the cake!"

"But I'm hungry!"

"That's because you're always hungry!!! Fatass..."

'Grif is also now on the kill list.'

"Kiss ass" He retorted.

"So, what is this cake for, fellas?"

"The halloween party, this afternoon."

"Uh huh. Do you guys know what today is?"

"Uhhh" I heard shifting.

"No?"

"The halloween party?"

I heard Felix sigh.

"Why does the cake say happy birthday then, dumbass?"

"It's uhh...little Billy from down the street."

"Uh huh... and why is the cake black and orange?" I heard him emphasis on the orange.

"Its his favorite color."

I smirked.

'These idiots are gonna give it away'

"And also my armor color."

Tucker laughed.

"That is coincidence, my dear douchebag"

'The frick? Dear douchebag?'

I prayed that Felix would get distracted and go away, don't get me wrong, I love him, but he suspects something!

"Felix! I need you again!"

Felix sighed again and I heard his footsteps as he walked to where Kimball needed him. Tucker continued rolling me to the dining hall.

"How long do I have to be in here?"

Tucker and Wash sighed.

"Until everyone is in here. This was your idea, Rhea."

"Actually, it was mine"

"Tucker, remind me to kill you later."

"Rhea, I can just leave you in this cake right here and get Felix"

"TUCKER DON'T YOU DARE! WASH DON'T LET HIM!!"

"Tucker don't, let them have this"

"Fine..."

I heard the doors open and felt the bump of the grate as I was rolled into the dining room. At long last.

"Finally!!!"

"Oh shut up. And pop out of the cake soon. Bow chicka bow wow."

"Tucker, I'm going to kill you."

"Oh yeah, how? You're in a cake."

"Shut up! I will wait until after I pop out."

"Bow chicka bow wow!"

"TUCKER!"

"Sorry! Leaving and getting the others."

(Twenty minutes later.)

Everyone gathered in the room, surrounding the huge cake.

"Where's Rhea?"

'My time has come!'

I stood up and revealed that I was in the cake all along, my cat ears poking up with a little bit of frosting on the tips.

"Surprise! Happy birthday Felix!"

Felix stared at me like a deer caught in headlights, but pulled me close to him and kissed me.

We enjoyed the festivities for the rest of the evening, or so we thought.

[deathbyvalentine]

We named her Eve because her time would draw to a close. We were not always cynical. Once we licked at their heels joyously, these girls carved from clay or fashioned from flesh. We believed that they would last. We did not understand that things could end in paradise. Eve traces her chest as he sleeps beside her. She's feeling the part of her that is a part of him.  (He doesn't even realise he is lacking.) Lilith had a swing in her hips and before we named her some called her mother. We liked the nightime best when the garden would breathe with all it's shadow.  We mourned for her,  our howls echoing far beyond the gate.  We shied from Adam.  Some of us shied with teeth and he almost knew pain. The second was almost nameless. She was a gap between the fallen and the future. She faded,  with little colour and less noise. Eve does not understand us, though she loves us so very dearly. She does not see how Adam does not understand her either. She treads so lightly, we wonder about the imprint she may make. We named her, as we named them all, but she does not understand. In all her dreams, the gates are closing and in her mouth, the taste of sweetness. The sun is setting, she will not listen.

Menagerie (a.v.p)

[vaultedthewall]

I am forever in love with the Gray Man as Adam's foil, and that said foil is the only one out of all the ones for the boys that not only lives but attempts to become a good person. Adam you are so much more than your family and even at your worst future you would always rise above.

He's not evil in it, but there is a great "Adam basically becomes the Gray Man's apprentice before he even meets the gangsey" fic.

Unsettled Nightime Creatures by asael. (Pynch as well, of course ♡)

My first read, this line made me happy, because someone was recognizing Adam as being important. On my next read through, it made me sad, because I think Mr. Gray thinks this because he can relate to Adam. He sees himself in Adam, both the good and the bad. And it made me think about how dark Adam could go if he disassociated himself like Mr. Gray had.

Thankfully, he has Ronan to stop him from doing that.

[dayphil]

i was tagged by @poutylester check out their blog! 

name: sabrina

nickname: sab/ab

gender: cis girly

star sign: leo

birthday: aug 11 98 

relationship status: single pringle

pets: a fat soft clingy cat who i love with all my heart

height: 155cm rip

favorite color(s): blue and pink

average amount of sleep: a lot like 12 hours 

lucky number: 3

last thing i googled: instant karma compilations lol ok

number of blankets i sleep with: one , are u kidding me , summer in australia ...

met a celebrity: almost met adam lambert but alas no

favorite bands/artists: junior prom, mgmt, empire of the sun, epsilona 

song stuck in my head rn: dueces by chris brown idk why

last movie i watched: the arrival

last tv show i watched: sherlock omgomgomgomgogmomg

last song i listened to: the kill - 30 seconds to mars

dream trip: ice land or bali

dream job: something in the entertainment industry

what im wearing rn: gym shirt and some random cargo pants...agencies come for me

what do i post about: dan and phil and aesthetic stuff

any other blogs: yess just for shitposting anf political stuff

when did your blog peak: like now.. i dont even post anything. i dont deserve

do you get asks on a daily basis: nopey nope

why did you choose your url: cse i like nightime and i like phil .. honeslt cant believe this wasnt taken like what im blessed.

lemonade or iced tea: PEACH ICED TEA 

cats or dogs:  a cat.. look at their paws

call or text: text 

makeup or natural: natural, i need to learn how to do makeup rip

light or dark hair: dark hair that i dye even darker idk why

shorter or taller: dude bro..listen. i was the tallest in my school was one point now im the shortest, god isnt real 

city or country: city all day, i need other living around me to prove everything is worth it or not

i tag @daniel-howwell @stainedglasshowell @cupcake-phil and anyone else that is bothered.

[e-t-illustrations]

Another scene here, this time in Sid's treehouse, along with her best friend Adam. They are both super tired, but Adam needs to finish his story first ☺️

Many an adventure has been had in this tree, even before the house bit happened, they would sit at the foot of the tree and talk for hours.

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