#also he ate the can whole. with metal

[renonv]

Bringing back an old ass Demon au from 2018.. and making it worse ❤️

Part 2

[daisyhooves]

just a small dump of stuff for the rain world mgs au because its been on the brain for a bit. the ideas they are in my head.

[missmarveledsblog]

Dustin's got a sister? ( Eddie Munson x Henderson!Reader)

summary : friday where DND nothing would stop that except the discovery of Dustin Hendersons older sister of course which leds to eddie wondering if he was wrong about the whole love at first sight thing being crap .

warnings : fluffy fast burn , mutual pinning , eddie being a simp for sure . picture doesn't represent the reader it was just a fic cover i made

Friday meant one thing to Eddie munson and that was Hellfire night . The club were beginning what he could only describe as his best campaign yet ,the loud roars and cheer or cries filled the basement of Dustin Henderson since the older boys graduated it became the new spot . What Eddie didn't know was that the boys were not the only ones in the house as the music upstairs caused them to halt and look to the owner of said basement in confusion .

 " It's just my sister , ignore her" he shrugged, wanting to continue but the sudden excitement of Lucas and Mike only made the older boy more curious .

" sister since when do you have a sister" Eddie almost challenged. " since my mom and dad you know and then she was born" Dustin's head tilted knowing he'd mentioned her before .

"and She's smoking hot" Lucas blurted out for Mike Wheeler to nod eagerly in agreement.

" How come we've never seen her around?" Gareth asked .

" because she went to a different school and usually she was with her asshole boyfriend but they broke up also she hangs out with Steve and robin, she also busy with college stuff " Dustin looked around the table seeing all their confused faces.

" Wait, I've never seen her when I hang out with them" Eddie looked at the boy .

" that's because she was with her boyfriend ,I literally just said that" he rolled his eyes.

" hey dusty bun you down there .... Oh shit sorry i forgot you had company" all their eyes landed on the woman standing there hair wrapped in a towel and dressed in shorts and tank top .

" hey Y/N" Lucas waved dreamingly . 

" Hey Sinclair," she smiled . 

" Hey wanna join," Mike asked.

" I can't tonight. I got a paper due on Monday, just came down to see if Dustin ate , but now the question expands , "Do you guys want pizza?" she smiled bright towards them, eddie could have sworn he had drool coming out of his mouth .

" yeah totally would eat pizza with you" Jeff chin resting in his hands . " Ok pepperoni would be a safe choice right" she looked, seeing them all nod . " ok i shall call when it's here " she ran up the stairs, cheeks heated suddenly aware of her attire and the eyes of the boys roaming her body . 

" How the hell is that your sister?" gareth asked, totally in awe .

 " Told you , smoking hot" Lucas beamed proudly.

" You asked her to join, why ?" Eddie almost whispered not ready for the answer in fair of his mind short circuiting even more that it was . " because she's the reason that we know how to play" Mike whispered back, sending the group of boys almost into a group of school girls fawning .

 " So you're telling me that the smoking hot goddess of a woman is a nerd like us" .

 " Can you all please stop calling my sister hot?" Dustin grimaced, suddenly regretting offering his basement for the Hellfire club . when the music changed and the familiar riffs flooded his ear drums . 

" Is that?... YOUR HOT SISTER LIKES METAL" Eddie almost roared across the table . 

" Is it too late to quit hellfire?" Dustin groaned.

It seemed the campaign was forgotten about after half an hour of questioning. Dustin Henderson was never more grateful for the pizza man's arrival but when she told them to come up he was almost trampled as his friends tried getting up the stairs .

" holy shit you guys must be hungry , no need to panic i got more than enough " she laughed seeing them pushing each other out of the way . 

" Totally starving" gareth smiled brightly.

" ok well plates are there and help yourself" she pointed to the counter .

" ladies first" Eddie smiled, arm outstretched . 

" Thank you" she moved, grabbing her plate and pizza before heading to the sofa. " I just stuck on halloween if you guys wanna join" she called eyes on the screen not seeing the pushing and shoving happening in the kitchen before eddie smiled victoriously beside her. " I love this movie" he winked . 

" I literally only started it so you all aren't missing much ... wait what about the campaign" her head tilted as they all sighed in content.

" Apparently due to hormones it's over" Dustin grumbled sitting on the other side of her . 

" Shit sorry that was my fault if I'm being too loud I can go to my room" she offered only for a chorus of no's and don't to fill the room . " you're fine, really we can do it another time apparently" Dustin smiled seeing the worry on her face. Before anyone else could say anything the doorbell went off making her run out to see who it was totally forgetting she invited steve and robin over.

" hey if you can find a place to sit" she led the two in.

" Hey guys," the three kids called.

"Hey Harrington man , nice to see you , how come you never mentioned the sweetheart of a sister Dustin had before" Eddie smiled yet glaring at his friend.

" because Dustin told me not to" he shrugged, heading off to the kitchen .

 "Do I embarrass you or something?" She turned to her brother.

" No just you were with that douche before and i didn't want him embarrassing me" he lied easily . 

" That's a good point," Robin nodded .

 " I hated that guy so much" Steve agreed eagerly as he handed Robin her plate as he sat beside Dustin .

 " Ok enough about my ex and let's watch the movie" she huffed, letting her damp nearly dry hair out of the towel . As soon as the lights went out all their attention went to the movie playing well mostly to the movie. Eddie's attention did try to stick to the screen but it often shifted to the girl sitting beside him. wondering how the hell he wasn't a puddle in the chair or if the beating of his heart was audible given how fast it was , was he sweating cause sure as hell felt like it . He watched the light of tv shine on her face, her relaxed state or... shit she grabbed his hand , why was he short circuiting over a girl grabbing his hand . 

" Sorry that part always make me jump" she whispered soft laugh spilling from her pillow plump lips , he could of sworn he saw a blush on her face but wasn't sure giving the limited light .

" if you need to grab it again feel free too" he whispered back smiling so wide showing off his dimples .

" thank you munson" now he was hoping more parts would make her jump . her hand in his throughout the movie it turned out his campaign wasn't the highlight of this Friday after all.

Once the movie ended Dustin hit the lights making them all groan at the sudden intrusive brightness . except the light snores filled out the room making them all turn to see the older henderson and eddie passed out cold her head on his shoulder and his hand holding hers .

 " Awhh that's so cute" Robin cooed, hiding her amusement.

" Damn it, I was gonna ask her out " Gareth growled, making everyone turn to the boy . " I said that out loud huh?" he stood rubbing the back of his neck .

 " Very loud," Steve snorted . "Come on i can drop you guys home" he stretched as the all looked at him wide eyed.

" Seriously "king"Steve Harrington is going to let us be seen with him" Jeff almost gasped out.

" yeah yeah dont cream your pants , come let them sleep" he ushered the gang of still shocked boys out the door. Only for Dustin to slam it shut behind them waking the two .

 "Where is everyone?" she asked, confused.

" yeah i remembered more people being here" Eddie rubbed his eyes . 

" Steve's dropping them home since you two were all cuddled up in sleepland" . 

"Shit i'll go clean up and head out before your mom comes home '' Eddie yawned and stretched ready to head back down to the basement . 

"Just stay, she's not home till Sunday," Dustin yelled, heading down to his own room . 

" If you want to, I mean we can watch another movie," she smiled nervously was he making her uncomfortable or was it something else.

" Yeah i could totally stay, I got some clothes in my van , let me grab them" he beamed with excitement.

" I'm going for a smoke so i'll come out with you" she grabbed her shoes and jacket pulling out the carton of cigarettes and lighter . 

" Lead the way princess" he opened the door letting her walk out first. The night's crisp air hitting them , she stood on the porch as he ran down grabbing the backpack out of his van given his original plan was to sleep at jeff's for the night so wayne could have a night's sleep in his room for once. When he looked back to see she was sitting on what he called the outdoor sofa to rile Dustin up, her eyes looking up at the sky lost in the stars above even then she was the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen . The slow exhale of smoke and she turned to smile at his approaching figure .

 " You cold, i can give you my jacket" he was already going to take it off pulling out his own cigarettes.

" no it's not too chilly tonight ,it actually a nice night" she mused moving so he could sit beside her.

"So Dustin mentioned you went to a different school. How come" he asked, wanting to know everything and anything about the woman sitting beside him . 

" You don't remember me huh?" she asked, confusing him completely.

" we actually went to the same school til i'd say middle school i changed schools because tommy hagan kinda made my life hell so my mom moved me to a different school since the principle wouldn't do anything about it , i was fat kid with curly ass hair , he called me sparky cause of this'' She shrugged the jacket showing the lightning bolt scar on her arm Making him remember completely who she was.

" shit yeah i remember, i also remember you punching him when he picked on other kids" he mused.

" another reason i had to move schools, the irony of letting myself being their victim and yet seeing ready when i seen them torment someone else " she snorted, tapping the ash of her cigarette . 

" Shit i would've never pictured you and Dustin to be siblings," he chuckled.

" Well back then my parents were still married and I wasn't always Henderson" She pointed out.

" Well that also checks out, still i've always thought that scar was metal , how you get it?" . 

"Wasn't struck by lightning sadly that would of been cooler no i burned it trying to make my own shield" she giggled. "

That's still metal in my books" he chuckled. 

" I guess your right I mean my mom didn't think so in the ER but hey it was good shield think it's still in the garage" throwing the cigarette away , sneaking a quick glance at the most adorable and probably hottest guy she ever met sitting beside her .

" you in college now or ? " he asked .

" yeah just an hour drive away, studying nursing what about you ? " she turned. Her eyes made him completely weak at the knee's .

" apprentice mechanic " she noticed how his smiled didn't quite reach his eyes when he said it .

" well if you ever get hurt on the job call me, I'll come nurse you back to heath " she nudging him playfully there it was a real smile on his pretty face.

" come on we head in or I'll be the nurse when you catch some flu or cold being out here " he stood holding his hand out to help her up .

" wanna was nightmare on elm Street" she asked.

" of course and if you get scared you can hold my hand " he winked as they walked into the house.

" I mean it is scary movie dare I say even terrifying you might get sick of me holding your hand" she teased heading to the other side of the room to grab the tape and a blanket .

" never would I do such a thing " he held his hand over his heart those damn dimples that made her heart skip a beat or the glint of the rings as he held his hand over his heart.

" could you put the movie in , I'll grab the snacks and some drinks " she scurried of the kitchen . Putting the movie on pause before he called to say he was putting some pyjamas on before it got started .

When he came in she had snacks pile on top of each other along with the soda . He could of sworn he caught her checking him out but brushing it off instantly.

" ready" she lifted the blanket up for him to join .

" born ready darling " he hit the lights as the second movie of the night started playing he suddenly felt the,warmth of her palm in his . " just incase I get to scared " she winked now he was one who was grateful for lack of lights cause he was sure he was beet red now.

" better safe the sorry " he whispered his voice almost cracking in the nervous manner of possibly the hottest most beautiful girl he'd met holding his hand ... his goddamned hand . the two say eyes locked on screen itching to look at the person at their side . She inched her way closer as the movie played when jumpscare came on she couldn't help bury her head In his chest . The smell of his cologne and cigarette filled her sense as she felt the vibrations of his laugh as he wrapped his arms around her.

"I'll keep you safe princess " she could feel the almost cocky grin in his words feeling her little plan worked .

" thank you eddie my hero " she cooed looking up through her lashes making his gulp audibly leaning up and a peck to his lips, he was sure to die in his spot . A victory smile she kept her head on his chest while his arm was wrapped around her , she could hear the now steady beating of his heart as he gotten comfortable in the new position his hand rubbing up and down her back . Wasn't long til the two got way to comfortable and feel asleep in each others arms to content to even care .

[numberonetacostan]

ONE HEADCANON FOR EVERY II CHARACTER!

Hello everyone!!!!!^^ For a little holiday season special, I’ve typed out a little headcanon for every character!!! By character I mean contestants + host + assistants!!!!! Sorry to all the Nick Le fans out there, he is not included. Since everyone is here, there are characters I may not know as well as my main roster, so if I get anything like, objectively wrong, feel free to let me know!!!^^ Please enjoy!!! (ﾉ´ヮ`)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ

Apple- Her favorite song is Pink Pony Club by Chappell Roan. She doesn’t really understand the lyrics but she really likes ponies!!!! I also think she’d start misspelling her name as “Appell” pretty often after she finds the song. 

Balloon- The first thing Suitcase does with her prize money is buy him a poetry book. He is so very moved by this and writes her dozens of poems with various styles he sees in the book within a few days. He’d read from the book and his own works to Suitcase every night before they go to bed. Some others could join in for a nice bedtime story :). 

Baseball- Once, while the hotel was under construction, Baseball fell down the stairs. And then kept rolling. And rolling. And bouncing. And rolling some more. Overall it set construction back two weeks and Paintbrush broke their leg trying to help stop him. Baseball was banned from the hotel until the elevators were finished. 

Bomb- He can’t eat spicy food. As in he’s banned from eating spicy food. If he gets too hot, he can accidentally set himself off, so despite his claim that he has a great spice tolerance, he is not allowed anywhere near the hot sauce. He doesn’t complain about the ban anymore post-canon, too risky, yeah? 

Bow- She watches so very many makeup tutorials, but being a ghost, can’t practice any of it on herself. That is, unless she possesses someone, like Marsh who would be very easy to put makeup on relative to other objects!!! She’d probably get pretty good at it, after some time, and Marsh would have some lovely new eyeshadow looks every day! 

Knife- He has a longer ghost tail than Dough and Bow do, so I propose him wrapping said tail around people and things he likes!!! Wraps around Pickle when they’re standing next to each other, wraps around Suitcase’s handle when they’re together, etc.!!! He’d get rather flustered if anyone called him out on it. 

Lightbulb- Gives incredible hugs. Incredible. How does an object made of glass and metal give such cuddly, warm hugs? Nobody knows. Sometimes she’ll turn herself on during the hug to make it extra warm!! As long as the person she’s hugging closes their eyes, it really elevates the already sacred experience of a Lightbulb hug. Luckily for everyone else, she is always happy to give one!^^

Marshmallow- She’s still pyrophobic after having been burnt all those years ago. As a very flammable marshmallow, fire would be scary to her anyways, but after having been roasted it’s a whole other story. She’d rather freeze than get close to a fire, but that’s not a problem since there’s a certain fruit always willing to warm her up with a hug <3!!

Nickel- He became very, very, very nervous to give his apology to Suitcase after she blew up Cobs and ate his corpse. He was planning to apologize either way, but clearly Suitcase could absolutely obliterate him if she wanted to do so, which means this apology has to be quite good or else. He has a serious amount of respect for her now. An upgrade, I’d say. 

OJ- His favorite Pokémon is Charizard. It’s orange, it’s very popular, OJ loves it. I know Justin has made a list of the contestant’s favorite Pokemon, but I have not read it in a while so Charizard it is!!!

Paintbrush- Experiments a lot with their image after season 3, mostly by dyeing their bristles with paint!!! Lightbulb helps :3!!! And by helps I mean makes it silly and very fun. Maybe she puts a little dot between Painty’s eyes to give them a “nose”. I think they’d try a solid color first, then maybe a fade, and eventually dye the nonbinary flag into their hair!!! They slay it of course. 

Paper- Pickle once wrote “Property of OJ” on Paper’s back and he didn’t notice for three days. No one told him it was there. When he asked everyone why in the world they would not inform him they said it was because they all thought OJ had written it and he was keeping it because he liked it. OJ did not know why Paper avoided eye contact with him for a week that one time but he did not like it. 

Pepper- Hotel OJ head chef. Yeah you heard me. Let me cook by letting her cook!! Salt wouldn’t like cooking, too much work, so this is something Pepper could enjoy on her own!! And it would be the sole reason that OJ has not yet kicked Salt out of the hotel- if he does than Pepper might be too sad to cook, and with the depressingly low amount of hotel residents that can make food, and the even smaller amount who are willing to make enough food for everyone, they need her. And, if Payjay help out, they can spend more time with her and get to know and enjoy her presence without Salt ruining it!

Pickle- With some help from Tea Kettle and Pepper, he makes Knife a new Dora doll post-finale, since it vanished with the rest of the stuff made by MeLife. He lets Knife possess him if he wants to hug the doll, but it also gets possessed by Knife so he can hug Pickle. Ah shit sorry my Knickle got all over the headcanon dang it. 

Salt- I headcanon her as the only cisgender, straight, alloromantic (I think that’s the right term?) member of the cast. Basically the only one who isn’t queer at all. But uh an actual headcanon for the ~60 or so Salt fans out there, both she and Pepper sleep with those little hair bonnets on to keep their salt and pepper from falling out of their heads in their sleep. 

Taco- This one is fitting for the winter season!! Taco is afraid of snow. Like, straight up terrified. I think she would grab a bunch of blankets and hide in the vents of the mansion whenever it snows, so she can be inside of the inside, as far and safe from the snow as she can be!! Having been homeless for years, she’s had some miserable experiences with hypothermia after it snows, and now that she has a home to live in, she’ll be staying inside until all the snow has melted. 

Mephone- I think he should have a pet bug post-canon. A little beetle or something that just chills on his head and feasts on the many crumbs he gets on himself while he eats. An intelligent one, like Baxter!!! Since we know Mephone will be stepping up into the more ‘big brother’ sort of role for 3GS, I think the bug would be a good outlet for Mephone to talk about his more intense feelings, specifically revolving around Mepad and the contestants. I also think, following his very creative naming of the contestants, the bug would be named Buggy. 

Box- I think she would be an insomniac. After years and years of living in an empty, timeless void-space thing, she’d have a lot of trouble getting to sleep!! She’d definitely need the whole works, warm milk, cheese, lullabies, etc., etc., just to get to sleep, and even then she probably wouldn’t sleep for very long. A lot of nightmares on this one, yeah? 

Cheesy- I think he’d actually quite enjoy eating cheese, as long as it’s not a chunk like he is. He’ll eat nachos, pizza, mozzarella sticks, grilled cheese, etc., etc., but he will not eat cheese cubes. He’d make approximately 5 cannibal jokes every time he does this, and this average goes up to 8 if Pickle is around. 

Cherries- They give Toilet their old Mepad mask post-canon, to try and make him feel better. Toilet might hang out with them a bit more after this- they can do some drawing together!! The more prank-buddies, the merrier, yeah? 

Dough- He eventually did get the recording of Bow saying that he was her brother!! Was it a cut-off version of her denying it yet again (though this time more playfully than anything)? Yes. Does that make him any less happy about having it? No. 

Fan- Out of everyone, he’s the most upset about II ending, and wants to find a new special interest!! He’d try a whole bunch of things, games, music, movies, TV shows, art, and I think it would be funny if he settled on the ii-universe equivalent of Survivor, since it was such a big inspiration for II!! He’d also occupy himself with being very interested in whatever Test Tube is doing and cheering her on!!! Also being a good Dad to Bot!!^^

Microphone- Has, on occasion, accidentally had her volume button pressed in her sleep and woke not only herself but everyone in the vicinity up with her snoring. The first time it happens post-canon it takes her a half-hour to get a very startled and scared but very sleepy and confused Taco to come out from her hiding spot under the bed. 

Soap- Her soap is french vanilla and rose scented!!! She’d find her own scent rather pleasant, yeah? I think being empty for her would have a similar effect on her as it does on objects like OJ and Test Tube, though if she’s in a real pinch she will use her own soap to get clean!! Letting someone use her soap would be a sweet gesture of love/appreciation from her!!!

Suitcase- Balloon would write her a lot of poems once they’re back together post-canon, and she’d keep them all inside of her!! She’d keep a lot of special little gifts from important people inside of her. The stone that Knife set beside her the first time they spoke on the docks, a dried flower bracelet from Box, whatever suits her fancy! (Get it? Ge- ‘cause she’s a suitcase? okay ill leave).

Test Tube- I think she would make phones for everyone post-canon!!!^^ It’s a big island, yeah? And they really need to be able to contact each other in case of emergency, with them being able to truly die now. She could make a functioning rocket out of a vending machine, I fully believe she could make however-many functioning phones out of what she can find on the island. (Or even better, Mepple HQ. I think they all should loot it.)

Tissues- He likes coding :) I personally hate coding, because I sucked at it in school and never want to look at one of those evil “easy kids coding” websites ever again. HOWEVER coding is something he could still do while he’s feeling sick, most of the time!! And we have quite a few gamers living in the hotel, so it would be a great way for him to connect with others!!!

Trophy- He always enjoyed photography as a hobby, but very much threw himself into it after being freed from the elimination closet. After months of seeing nothing but the snotty closet walls, he had a lot more appreciation for scenic and natural photographs. He’d hang a lot of them on the wall of his room to look at as he sleeps, since the rooms don’t have windows. 

Yin-Yang- This one is from my partner @galacticrain!! Because I consider them my resident yin-yang expert^^ Yang isn’t actually gluten free, like he says in season 2 episode 5, he just knew that Yin would confess to the eating of Dough if he put any ounce of pressure on him to tell the truth. 

Mepad- Another cold weather hc! As a Mepple device, he doesn’t really get cold! However, during their first winter together, Toilet worries that Mepad has no winter clothing!!! He buys Mepad one of those super fluffy, pink cases. Mepad does not take it off for months, until his systems start to overheat because of it. 

Toilet- I think he would be rather curious about what having limbs is like. He wouldn’t be particularly upset about his own lack of limbs, just curious!^^ He would ask Mepad about his legs, (try to) ask Mephone about his arms, and maybe make a little doodle of himself with a lot of limbs. A biblically accurate Toilet, if you will.

Blueberry- I like to think his white eyes glow a bit. He functions best in pitch-black darkness, yeah? So imagine you’re walking in the dark and two white eyes are staring at you from the depths. He would love scaring people with it, I think. 

Bot- Hanging out with everyone post-season 3 finale and even more so post-canon, they discover that they really do love videogames, similar to what they told Cabby!! They would absolutely dominate in fighting games, and would main R.O.B. in Super Smash Bros.!!! A fellow robot with a 3 letter name? Sign them UP. 

Cabby- She is endlessly fascinated by how Taco’s arms work. They just…go back in? How? Could she pull them out backwards? Both on the same side? Could she reverse them? Taco does not know either, and the two of them spend a full day together just trying to figure out how they work. Cabby gets a lot of new info about them, and Taco in general, after that :). I’m projecting but I think Cabby would be curious too.^^

Candle- Her meditation training post-canon is what keeps like half the cast from losing their minds after everything that happens. She is very very much needed after… all that. Meditation would help her too, of course, in the way that it usually does, but being so helpful would probably make her feel better than that. 

Clover- She was once blown across the entire island because someone dropped a penny on the ground. It was a particularly shiny penny, though, and the year was one her many, many lucky numbers!!

Goo- My little fella!!! Uh obviously he and Bot would make comics together. They like to draw, he likes to write, it’s perfect!!!! They could help him condense his writing down into a comic format as well!!! They could also make fanart and fanfics together!!! Goo would be a shipper I think he already ships Silver and Painty if you sit that little guy down in front of Steven Universe he will explode. 

Lifering- With everyone losing their immortality post-canon, he quickly becomes one of the most popular among the contestants. Twisted your ankle? Go see Lifering. Migraine? Go see Lifering. Ate the mushrooms that Taco very clearly told you were poisonous? Hurry to Lifering!! He’s happy to be of so much help, but gives some long and rather informative lectures on proper safety checks. 

Silver Spoon- Fills his room with candles. Particularly purple ones. And ones scented with lavender and chamomile. He’ll go on and on about how much he loves candles. Particularly purple ones scented with lavender and chamomile. No one can tell if Candle is trying to politely turn him down or really hasn’t noticed. He progressively gets more and more obvious with his candle collection and nearly sets a building on fire. 

Tea Kettle- #1 Nickloon shipper. I’m serious. Whether they get together or not, she ships it. I don’t think she’d be pushy about it, insistent that they get together if they’re interested in other people, but… we know silly Nickel, always chasing a Balloon. And if he needs a little help catching it, TK will be there in a flash!!!! She’d make them a little romantic picnic complete with hors d’oeuvres! 

The Floor- My guy The Floor still visits Mephone almost daily post-canon. I really don’t see the guy being super upset or holding a grudge over Mephone having made him. He’s pretty cool, if he does say so himself!!^^ And they’re buddies, anyways, so Floory would want to check in on him after his abusive father killed everyone and then was exploded!!!! He might even befriend 3GS while he’s at it :).

[thebunnednun]

Cherry Blossoms

★Pairing:Aged up!Pro Hero!Boyfriend!Eijirou Kiirshima x Ex Yakuza!Girlfriend!Reader

Synopsis: It's Valentines Day and Eijirou's determined to give you the night day ever.

Warning: MDNI!!! Extreme Flirting/Fluff, suggestive themes, non sexual nudity, touching and kissing, undressing together, bathing together, Wc: long, No ageless blogs!

Make sure you read till the end! This is the 2nd installment of a Valentines day series. I also want to clarify that the pictures are to give inspo as to what your tattoos look like. They in no way shape or form are to indicate what you look like.

Update: Due to low likes but high reading volume, I replaced the original picture.

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"Careful there bud."

You wake up, the familiar weight of the past pressing down on you before your mind fully catches up. Instinct kicks in before reason does—your fingers twitch, reaching beneath your pillow, brushing against the cool metal of the bat always tucked there. Just in case.

But something’s different.

The sheets are softer, the air warmer. The scent of something rich—coffee, maybe cinnamon—lingers in the air. You blink against the sunlight filtering in through the curtains, the disorienting comfort throwing you off balance. Your breathing evens out as your senses adjust, and that’s when you realize—you’re not in your old place.

You’re here. In a different home.

A safe one.

A Red Riot T-shirt hangs loose on your frame, his scent still clinging to the fabric, and the basketball shorts you borrowed (stole) sit comfortably on your hips. The room is quiet for a moment before you hear it—hushed, eager whispers from beyond the door, barely containing excitement.

"Ready gang?"

"Ready!" "Ready!"

And then, the door swings open.

Your little brother steps in first, grinning as he carefully balances a tray of food. The youngest follows, practically bouncing in place, waving a bundle of handmade cards. And standing behind them, hands full of flowers and the softest smile on his face, is Eijirou.

"Good morning, and happy valentines day beauty cool," he greets, stepping closer.

"We come bearing breakfast and affection!"

You exhale, pressing a hand over your heart, as relief melts into something warmer. 

They're here. They’re safe.

You’re safe.

"You little punks ate already, right?" you ask, quirking a brow as you sit up against the headboard.

"We did!" your little brother insists, setting the tray beside you. "But we saved the best for you!"

"And," the youngest pipes up, eyes alight with mischief, "Aunt Hatsume is watching us tonight so you and your boyfriend can go out!" Kirishima chuckles, rubbing the back of his head as he sits at the edge of the bed. "They’re really excited about it."

You cross your arms, tilting your head. "Oh, are they now?"

The boys nod eagerly before bolting off, already shouting about what they’re going to do with Hatsume. You watch them go before turning to Kirishima, suspicion laced in your voice. 

"Alright, Red, what do you have planned?" 

He grins, leaning in close to press a quick kiss to your cheek. 

"If I told you, it’d ruin the surprise. Just eat, sweets. I got everything covered."

You huff, rolling your eyes, but the warmth in your chest makes it impossible to fight the smile creeping onto your lips. You pick up your fork, letting yourself relax, because for the first time in forever—there's no need to rush.

The bedroom is something out of a dream, though you still don’t know if it’s yours yet. It’s too big, too pristine, too… safe. The king-sized bed swallows you whole, the sheets softer than anything you’ve ever owned. A massive window lets in golden morning light, casting warm patterns over sleek, modern furniture—definitely Eijirou’s style. The walls are decorated with framed photographs, small reminders of the life you’ve built, the people you love.

It’s lived-in now, a place that belongs to you and yours.

And right now, it's also full of boxes.

A ridiculous number of them, stacked on the floor, covering the bed, torn open in a frenzy. Dresses—some conservative, some flashy—spill out of tissue paper, their fabrics pooling over the sheets. Accessories glimmer inside sleek black boxes, while designer heels still wrapped in plastic sit in an organized row.

All because your boyfriend—your ridiculously sweet, overly thoughtful, and kind-hearted boyfriend—left his credit card on the nightstand with a simple note:

Get whatever you want, babe. Express shipping is covered. I Love You!<3

And well… you had.

Now, standing in the middle of the chaos, you sigh, rubbing your temples before calling out, 

"Eijirou!"

It takes less than five seconds.

A thump, followed by hurried footsteps, and then—there he is, appearing in the doorway like an excited puppy, all bright eyes and an eager grin. 

"Yeah, babe? You callin’ me?"

You look at him, taking in the sheer size of the man standing before you, all muscle and warmth, spiky red hair still damp from a shower. It always catches you off guard—how someone so big, so powerful, can be sweeter than sugar. How someone built like a college refrigerator has the grace and patience of a saint. 

How someone like him could be yours.

And for a moment, just a moment, you think about pouncing on him.

But you shake the thought away, lifting up the hem of the oversized T-shirt you’re wearing—his T-shirt. 

"Are we gonna be out in public?" you ask.

Kirishima blinks, clearly confused by the question. His gaze flicks down for a second, as if he’s just realizing what you’re wearing, before snapping back up to your face.

"Uh… yeah? Why?"

You nod toward the art decorating your body—the cherry blossoms trailing your back, curling over your hips and down your arms, the names inked onto your shoulders. His gaze softens immediately as he follows the intricate patterns, taking in every line and curve.

"Ah," he breathes, understanding settling in.

"Your ink."

"Yeah," you say, tugging the shirt back down. "People already get scared when they see me. I don't wanna deal with the whole ‘Oh no, it’s the Yakuza!’ thing today if I’m gonna be out with you. Especially if we’re gonna be photographed."

Eijirou frowns slightly, but not at you—at the thought of you feeling like you have to hide. He steps closer, reaching out, fingers brushing over your wrist, careful and warm. "Babe," he says, voice low, steady.

"We don’t have to go anywhere people are gonna make you uncomfortable. I just want you to have fun."

You huff, shaking your head. "I know that, Red, but it’s not just about me. If we’re out together, I don’t want people talking shit about you either. ‘Cause I swear, if some reporter tries to paint you as some underground criminal because of me, I’ll—"

"Heyy," he interrupts, grinning as he tilts your chin up. "Let ‘em talk. You think I care? I’d walk into any room with you on my arm and be proud as hell about it!"

Your chest tightens, heat crawling up your neck. 

‘Damn him.’

You roll your eyes, huffing. "That’s not the point."

"Maybe not," he says, teasing, "But it’s my point."

You shake your head, trying to fight the smile threatening to form.

"Just help me pick a damn dress."

Kirishima beams. "Yes, ma’am!"

The next thirty minutes are pure hell.

Dress after dress, outfit after outfit, you strut out of the walk-in closet like it’s a damn runway, each piece a different cut, color, and style. Some dresses hug and highlight your curves, others flow with soft elegance. Some show off your tattoos, leaving your ink fully visible, while others cover them completely.

And Eijirou?

He's having the time of his life.

"Okay, okay, that one is sexy as hell, sweets," he grins, arms crossed as he leans against the dresser. "But do you have shoes to match?"

You roll your eyes. "Of course I do."

Another dress.

"Shit, that one makes you look like royalty," he whistles. "You got jewelry for it?" You narrow your eyes.

"I—maybe. Shut up."

Another dress.

"Now that one is straight-up dangerous. I feel like I should be worried."

"You should always be worried."

It goes on like this—him hyping you up, making you twirl, asking about accessories, all while looking at you like you hung the damn moon. And honestly? It makes you a little too hot, a little too breathless, and after one final outfit change, the heat catches up to you.

"Alright, I need a break," you pant, swiping at your forehead.

Eijirou is already moving. He disappears for a second, then returns with a bottle of ice-cold water, cracking the cap open before pressing it into your hands. "Here, baby, drink."

You take a few gulps before sighing, and before you know it, you’re flopping onto the cool tile of the bathroom floor, flipping on the fan to full blast. 

"This is where I live now," you mutter. "I’m done. I stay here."

Eijirou chuckles, kneeling beside you. "Dramatic," he teases, before settling down too, long legs stretched out as he watches you. But when you crawl over and settle between his legs, resting against his chest, he doesn’t say anything. He just wraps his arms around you, warm and secure, like he was waiting for you to do just that.

You exhale, letting the cool air from the fan hit your face as he lifts the bottle of water back to your lips every few seconds, making sure you drink. 

And you let him.

For a while, you just sit like that, tangled together on the floor, talking about nothing and everything.

He tells you about a dumb joke Kaminari made that morning. You tell him about the time you nearly broke your pinky toe dropping an engine part on it. He snorts, rubbing circles into your back.

Eventually, your breathing slows, your body relaxes, and the heat fades.

And Eijirou, with all his warmth and patience, just holds you.

"Ei?" 

"Hm?" 

"Tell me a story, a good one." 

He chuckles, the sound deep and warm in his chest as he easily lifts you into his arms. 

"Ah, as my queen wishes," he teases, though there’s nothing but pure affection in his voice. You scoff and pinch his hip lightly, making him jolt and laugh harder, but he doesn’t waver as he carries you toward your bathroom.

The lights are dim, a soft golden glow flickering against the marble tiles. Kirishima nudges the door open with his foot, shifting you in his grip effortlessly. The room is already warm, the air thick with the scent of vanilla and something slightly musky—motor oil lingering from earlier. He sets you down on the edge of the tub, reaching over to twist the faucet. Water rushes in, steaming up the room as it fills.

“You went all out for this place,” you muse, glancing around at the massive soaking tub, the gleaming fixtures, and the ridiculous amount of space. It’s a far cry from the dingy apartments and makeshift homes you’ve known. Kirishima shrugs, kneeling down in front of you. 

"Only the best for my girl." His hands find your calves, thumbs tracing absentminded circles against your skin.

"Now, what kinda story do you want? Action? Comedy? Romance?"

He grins, showing just the slightest edge of those sharp pearly whites.

"I think we’re living that last one, though.~"

You roll your eyes but can’t fight the warmth spreading through you.

“I said something good,” you murmur, watching as he reaches up, calloused fingers brushing against your shoulders before he helps you out of the dress.

His movements are unhurried, careful. He treats the fabric with more gentleness than necessary, as if the dress itself is something delicate, something important just because it touched you. It pools around your waist for a moment before he lifts it away entirely, setting it aside.

“There,” he says, voice low, the heat in his gaze unmistakable, though he keeps himself in check. A true gentleman through and through. He runs a hand through his hair, his other brushing down your arm before resting against your back. “Now, in you go, Firecracker.”

You let him guide you, stepping into the bath and sinking into the warmth with a quiet sigh. The water laps at your skin, tension melting away as soon as you lean back against the curved edge. Kirishima follows soon after, sliding in behind you with ease, his arms bracketing you on either side as he settles in.

The weight of him, the steady rise and fall of his chest, the way his fingers ghost up your arm before tangling with yours—it all feels so natural. So right.

“Alright,” he hums, squeezing your hand. “Once upon a time, there was this tough-as-nails, impossibly badass beautiful woman who could outfight, outdrive, and outthink just about anyone—”

You snort. “Wow, sounds familiar.”

“Oh, does it?” He chuckles, pressing a quick kiss to your shoulder before continuing. “She was used to fighting her battles alone, always looking over her shoulder, making sure the people she cared about were safe. But then, one day, she met this guy—kinda big, spiky, maybe a little too loud—”

“You don’t say.”

“—and even though she tried to shake him, he stuck around,” he murmurs. His fingers trail along your arm, tracing the water droplets clinging to your skin.

“Because he saw her. Not just the tough exterior, not just the sharp edges, but all of her. And he wasn’t afraid.”

Your chest tightens, heart knocking against your ribs as you glance up at him. He meets your gaze with something so earnest, so devastatingly real, that you have to swallow down the lump in your throat.

“He loves her,” Kirishima says simply, his voice softer now. 

“Every part of her. The fire, the scars, the past, the future. Everything.”

You exhale slowly, squeezing his hand. 

“That’s a good story,” you whisper.

His smile is small but radiant, his free hand coming up to brush a damp strand of hair from your face. 

“Yeah,” he murmurs,

“This really is.”

Your chest feels tight, heat creeping up your neck at the weight of his words, at the way he looks at you like you’re the only thing that matters. You don’t know what to do with all that emotion swirling inside you, so, like the absolute menace you are, you flick a handful of water right at his face.

Kirishima lets out a very undignified squeal—high-pitched and utterly uncharacteristic for a man as massive as him. He squirms around and you have to hold onto his knees as the water knocks about the tub. Your eyes go wide for half a second before you burst out laughing, nearly slipping under the water.

"Hey!" he sputters, shaking his head like a dog and sending water droplets flying. 

"Oh, you’re gonna regret that, Firecracker!"

You don’t, not even a little, grinning as he retaliates with a wave of water, drenching your face and shoulders. You shriek and splash him back, the two of you making an absolute mess of the pristine bathroom.

Right now, there’s no past, no future—just laughter, water sloshing, and the warmth of each other’s presence.

Eventually, Eijirou holds his hands up in surrender, still chuckling.

"Alright, alright, truce!" He snorts, pushing wet hair out of his eyes.

"Man, who knew my badass girl was such a menace?"

You smirk, wiping water from your face. "You should’ve known better."

"Oh, I do. But now I gotta ask—" he leans in, voice dropping to something softer, more familiar, more intimate—

"Can I wash your back?"

You blink at him, thrown off by the sudden shift. He’s still got that boyish grin, but there’s a tenderness in his expression, an unspoken promise behind the question. Your breath catches, and for a second, all you can do is nod.

Eijirou doesn’t hesitate, reaching for a bottle of body wash, pouring some into his palm before rubbing his hands together. Then, with deliberate, featherlight touches, he runs his hands over your shoulders, smoothing down your back in slow, careful strokes. His fingers trace over the curve of your spine, massaging out tension you didn’t even realize you were holding.

"You’re always so tense," he murmurs, pressing his thumbs gently into the knots near your shoulder blades.

"Occupational hazard," you quip, but your voice is softer now, your body already melting under his touch.

He hums in response, continuing his slow, methodical work, the only sounds in the bathroom now the occasional drip of water and your quiet exhales. It’s not just washing—it's care, it's reverence, it's him showing you with his hands what he’s already told you with his words.

And you let him. Because, with Eijirou, you don’t have to carry everything alone.

Kirishima hums, fingers still tracing slow circles into your back, the warm water lapping at your skin. Then, out of nowhere, he chuckles, his chest shaking lightly behind you. You tilt your head slightly, glancing back at him. 

"What’s so funny?"

Still grinning, he grabs a towel and folds it, placing it at the edge of the tub for you to lean on before smoothing his wet hands down your shoulders. "Just remembering the first time I went to the junkyard looking for you." You groan, already knowing where this is going. 

"Oh God."

He snickers. "I seriously thought you were a guy."

You roll your eyes, resting your chin on your arms. "Yeah, well, I had a bandana wrapped around my hair and neck, goggles, a mask, and a whole damn jumpsuit on. Anything remotely female was covered up."

"And you still managed to cuss me out like I ruined your whole week."

"You did!" You huff, shaking your head. "If the guys down there and Gramps hadn’t all but forced me to call you, I would’ve ignored your ass." Kirishima laughs, the sound deep and full of warmth. 

"Damn, so I really had to work for my shot, huh?"

"You still do."

"Oh, yeah?" His hands pause for a second, then he leans down, his breath warm against the back of your neck.

"Good thing I don’t mind putting in the effort, huh, Boss?"

You shiver slightly, not from the temperature but from the way his voice dips, how easily he makes simple words feel like promises. Still, you don’t give him the satisfaction of seeing you flustered.

Instead, you smirk.

"Damn right."

Eijirou grins against your skin before pressing a quick, barely-there kiss to your shoulder, his hands resuming their gentle work. And just like that, the tension in your muscles eases again, the familiar comfort of him settling in your bones.

He notices the way your lips twitch up, and his hands pause for just a second before resuming their gentle work against your back.

“What’s got you smiling like that, pretty girl?”

You shake your head, letting out a quiet chuckle. “Just remembering the first time I met you.”

Eijirou grins. “Oh yeah? Which time? When I showed up at the junkyard and made an ass of myself, or—”

“No, no.” You wave a hand, snickering. “I mean when you came barreling into the ER and I was the only medical staff available to take your vitals.”

Kiri groans. “Oh, man. That was not my best moment.”

You smirk, turning slightly to look at him. “Not your best? Ei, I almost killed you that day.”

He laughs, rubbing the back of his head. “You saved my life.”

You roll your eyes. “By beating the hell outta your chest and slapping you back to life.”

“Which worked,” he points out, grinning.

You shake your head, the memory flashing before your eyes. 

The hero had been rushed in, already on the verge of a medical coma from blood loss. You’d barely had time to get a read on him before realizing his heart rate was dropping—fast.

You didn’t think, didn’t hesitate. You climbed right up on top of him, straddling his near-lifeless body as you screamed for help, cursing at him not to die.

“People need you, dammit! You got a family to go home to! Friends who are waiting for you!”

Your hands locked together as you started delivering the hardest chest compressions of your life, fighting to keep his big, stupid, reckless heart going until backup arrived. But when help did arrive and the oxygen mask and defibrillator didn’t work, the medicine and healing quirks—when nothing did—you’d pulled back and, in pure desperation, slapped the ever-loving shit out of him.

And somehow, that did the trick.

Eijirou grins down at you, eyes crinkling at the corners. 

“I swear, that was the best wake-up call of my life.”

“It’s a miracle I wasn’t fired right then and there,” you mutter, shaking your head.

“Nah, c’mon,” he says, his tone warm. “You were the only one who reacted fast enough. No hesitation. You saved my life, Boss.” You scoff, but a tiny smile tugs at your lips.

“Yeah, well. You were an idiot for letting yourself get that bad in the first place.”

He chuckles, then tilts his head. “You know what I remember?”

You hum.

“What?”

“The first thing I saw when I woke up.” His voice drops just slightly, turning softer.

“Was you.”

You pause, and suddenly, you’re back in that sterile hospital room. 

Eijirou’s eyes had fluttered open, unfocused and dazed from blood loss, but they found you almost instantly. Through the medical haze, through the chaos, he had smiled—big and sweet and dumb and loopy—and tried to reach for you.

And then, every damn shift after that, he had called for you.

At first, he claimed it was just to thank you, but you quickly caught on. Every time he tried, you cut him off—telling him to eat, to sit up, to lay down, to go to the damn bathroom, anything to keep him from getting sentimental.

But even when he was transferred from your unit, Eijirou never, stopped, trying. 

Never stopped showing up.

Your throat feels weirdly tight all of a sudden, but you swallow past it and turn back toward him, flicking water at his face. Eijirou yelps, spluttering as he wipes his face with both hands. 

“Baabe! What was that for?!”

“You were getting sappy,” you say, smirking.

His hands drop, revealing the biggest shit-eating grin you’ve ever seen. “What, don’t like hearing about how crazy I was for you even back then?”

You scoff. “You were loopy from drugs and blood loss.”

“Yeah.” He nudges his forehead against yours, garnet eyes bright.

“And I still locked in and chose you.”

Your breath catches, but before you can say anything, he leans back, flashing you another sweet grin. “Now c’mon, let me finish washing you. We’ve got a date to get to.” You huff, but as you settle against him, letting him continue those soothing circles along your skin, you can’t fight the warmth spreading through your chest.

You had saved his life.

And somehow, along the way, he had saved yours.

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The night air is cool, seeping in through the cracked window, but neither of you are cold. Not with the way Eijirou has you wrapped up against him, his warmth seeping into your bones as you lay tangled together on his bed.

Your stomach is full, satisfied from the hearty dinner he’d taken you out for, and somewhere across the hall, Hatsume is passed out in your room, snoring softly. You made sure she stayed the night—no way in hell were you letting her drive back this late, no matter how much she insisted she could modify her damn car to autopilot.

The boys are asleep too, their dessert sitting safe in the fridge for them to devour in the morning. 

Everything is settled.

Everything is quiet. 

And you let yourself just breathe.

Eijirou’s hand is large and warm where it rests on your hip, tracing absentminded circles against your skin. You shift slightly, letting your fingers drift over the ring on your hand—the one he gave you long before any legal papers were drawn up, before any of your old life could be settled properly.

“I still can’t believe you went all out for this,” you murmur, twisting the ring slightly in the dim light. 

“You know I would’ve been happy just getting married at the courthouse in whatever, right?”

Eijirou gasps dramatically, clutching his chest like you just stabbed him. “Firecracker! How could you wound me like this?” You roll your eyes, but your lips twitch.

“I’m just saying—”

“No, no,” he continues, shaking his head. “The audacity of my own fiancée, telling me she’d be okay getting married in some boring-ass courthouse with no celebration, no grand moment?”

“You’re such a dork,” you say, smirking. He grins, then sobers slightly, his expression softening as he tugs you just a little closer.

“I meant what I said when I proposed to you, Diamond.” His voice is warm, steady. “I want to wait until everything’s settled—until you and the boys never have to worry about that old life again. No shadows, no ghosts. Just us.”

You exhale, something in your chest loosening at his words. He’s always been like this—always so patient, so damn determined to give you a life that’s truly yours. A life where you and your boys are safe, where the past can’t sink its claws into you anymore.

He shifts, taking your much smaller hand in his, the calluses on his fingers rough against your skin. A gentle killer, truly, he always amazes you.

Gently, Eijirou turns it over, bringing it to his lips.

The first kiss lands at the top of your wrist, soft and lingering. Then another, just below it. Slowly, carefully, he works his way down, his lips brushing over the lines of your palm, warm and reverent, like he’s memorizing every inch of you.

By the time he uncurls your fingers and presses one final kiss into the center of your hand, his eyes flutter closed, and damn—damn does this man know exactly how to work your every nerve.

Your breath hitches. Your fingers twitch. You swear you can feel every point of contact like a brand against your skin. He opens his eyes then, ruby-red and shining as he grins at you. 

“Still think you just wanna sign some papers at the courthouse?”

You swallow, staring at him, then huff out a laugh, shaking your head.

Yeah. He’s got you wrapped around his damn finger.

You sigh, stretching your arms above your head as you lean back against the bed. 

“Ei, help me outta this dress?”

Eijirou groans dramatically, rolling onto his side to face you, his palm pressed against his forehead like you just asked him to commit a terrible crime.

“Babe, while I love your dark feminine energy—y’know, all that ‘I wear a dress and heels one day and then dress like a 12-year-old boy the next’ style—I really wish you’d wear dresses like this more often.”

You arch a brow, smirking as you tilt your head.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah,” he says, sitting up and running a hand through his wild red hair. “They show off your ink so well.” He exhales like you’re a masterpiece hanging in a damn museum. 

“You’re one work of art I’d memorize forever and ever, my love.”

Your face heats up, but you refuse to let him get away with making you flustered so easily. So instead, you lift your foot and nudge him lightly in the thigh with a huff. 

“Simp.”

Eijirou grins—before he catches your leg with that ridiculous strength of his, his calloused fingers wrapping easily around your ankle. Before you can pull away, he tugs you toward him, slow but deliberate, just enough to make you lose your balance and fall back onto the sheets with a soft oof.

You gasp, glaring at him playfully, but he just chuckles, sliding a hand up your calf before pressing a slow, lingering kiss to your knee. The heat of it makes your breath hitch, and before you can recover, he shifts, helping you sit up as his fingers find the zipper of your dress.

He works slowly, deliberately, peeling the fabric away inch by inch. The cool air kisses your skin as he slides it from your shoulders, and his hands follow the path, rough palms gliding over your arms, down your sides, until the dress pools around your waist.

“C’mon, cutie,” you tease, tugging at his tie. “If I’m getting out of this, you’re getting out of that.”

He grins, tilting his head. “That so?”

“Fuck yes.”

With a chuckle, he leans back, letting you loosen the knot of his tie and slide it from his neck. His suit jacket follows, then his dress shirt, each button undone with slow, deliberate care. You let your fingers graze the ridges of his abs, watching as his muscles flex beneath your touch.

His breath stutters when you press your palm against his chest, right over where your name is tattooed, inked into his skin forever. You trace the letters softly, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your fingertips. Eijirou watches you, eyes warm and lidded, his voice lower now when he murmurs, 

“Told you I’d memorize you forever.”

And you believe him.

Eijirou's fingertips move in slow, deliberate circles beneath your left breast, tracing over the small, neat lettering of his first name inked there. His touch is light, reverent, like he’s memorizing the way it feels under his calloused fingers.

You, in contrast, let your own fingers graze over the deep black letters adorning the muscles of his chest, where your full name stands out in bold, unshakable permanence. It’s in your handwriting—because you were the one who did it. The tattoo gun had hummed steadily under your practiced hands, the lines clean and precise, your name etched over his heart like it had always belonged there.

Eijirou has more tattoos—each one a story, a tribute to the people he loves. His mother’s name is inked on his left shoulder, a quiet homage to the woman who raised him. Between his fingers, small and precise, are the names of the boys and their birthdays—the two kids who have become children to him. And on his right wrist, in bold, defiant lettering, is Katsuki’s name.

You smirk at that one, letting your fingers brush over it.

“I still can’t believe you got this.”

Eijirou chuckles, rubbing the back of his head. “Yeah, well, the tsundere tried to scrub it off with a Brillo pad at first. Said it was ‘stupid.’” 

You laugh. “Sounds like him.”

“Mm. He came around, though. Went to the same parlor you recommended—got my name on his wrist after he went with his girl.” Eijirou grins. “He’ll never admit it, but he’s got a soft spot, too.”

You hum, studying him in the dim light. The way the shadows dance over the strong lines of his face, the way his eyes—sharp and knowing—always soften when they land on you. You exhale, letting your fingers drift over his shoulder, tracing the scars and stories written into his skin.

“What’s up?” he asks, voice low, warm. You hesitate for only a second before speaking, your voice softer than before. 

“I think you’re like an oak tree.”

He blinks, caught off guard, but his lips twitch into an amused smile.

“Yeah?”

You nod, your fingers still idly tracing his ink. “But not just any kind. You’re an old-world oak. The kind full of stories and wisdom. Full of strength. The good kind.” You pause, your chest tightening slightly as you admit, 

“I never expected my life to turn out like this.”

Eijirou studies you for a moment, then reaches up, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear with all the care in the world. His smile is gentle when he murmurs, “You changed my life for the better. Whatever I can do to repay you, I will.”

You know he’s not talking about money. 

He’s never been that kind of man.

So you laugh, warmth blooming in your chest, and without thinking, you throw your arm over his neck, yanking him down against you in a tight, full-body hug. He lets out a surprised grunt, the breath knocked from his lungs as he collapses against you, his bare chest pressing against yours, skin to skin.

“Damn, wifey,” he wheezes, groaning into the crook of your neck, but you can hear the laughter in his voice.

You just squeeze him tighter.

Eijirou shifts then, strong arms sliding under you, gathering you up like you weigh nothing, cradling you in his arms as though you’re delicate. But his touch—firm, steady—isn’t careful because he thinks you’re fragile. It’s careful because he knows exactly how much you’ve had to carry, how much you’ve had to survive.

And he wants you to know that, with him, you don’t have to carry it alone anymore.

When you finally pull back, your arms still draped over his broad shoulders, you take a moment to just look at him. Eijirou lets you, his garnet eyes soft and patient, like he knows exactly what’s going through your mind but won’t rush you to say it out loud. He doesn’t need to.

Maybe that’s what makes your chest tighten—the quiet understanding, the steady presence, the way he’s always there without demanding anything in return.

You swallow, your fingers tightening against his skin for just a second before you lean in, hesitant but certain. The kiss is slow, deliberate, a quiet conversation without words. Eijirou meets you in the middle, his lips warm and firm against yours, his grip on you tightening just enough to let you know that he’s here—with you, for you, no matter what.

And in that moment, he knows.

Knows that you understand. Knows that you trust him—really trust him—to carry the weight with you, even if you’re still shy about leaning on him completely.

He doesn’t rush you. He never has.

Instead, Eijirou just pulls you closer somehow, holding your soft body against him like he’s got all the time in the world. 

Because for you?

He does.

Who wouldn’t give their all to the love of their life?

I DON'T OWN THE IMAGES!!!!

For Valentines day, I hosted a poll about the fic's I have cooking in the oven from my mha 'Fuck it, I got you,' series and this was the 2nd winner. As promised, some info about the relationship between you and Kiri:

You grew up in the yakuza but refused to get your back tattoos, never fully belonging. Your best friend, Michelle, was part of it too, but everything changed when you discovered your ex’s father planned to recruit your little brother to sell drugs. At the same time, you found out your ex had been cheating, and when you saw how neglected his mistress’s son was, you took him with you and ran.

Because you once designed weapons for them and knew too many secrets about their operations, you and your brother were marked for death. Your ex, now the head of that yakuza, ordered your execution the moment he knew you left. You and Michelle ran, creating new identities to protect the boys. This was all just one week after graduating UA.

Now, you work as a mechanic, designing custom weapons and cars while distrusting the police and Japan’s complicated abuse laws. You pose as a medical assistant for a while but are terrible at it—almost killing Kirishima by accident when you meet.

Big ass fucker wouldn't stop trying to thank you and one evening after patrol he ran into you and your 'kids' at the supermarket after school. He initially thought you were a single mother, but the truth was much more complicated.

Did I also mention that you work in a illegal fight club at night to pay your bills as a bottle girl where he was supposed to gather intel on the underworld but got you as his hostess and boxer of the night instead?

You gave Eijirou a hard time getting close to you, but eventually, he won you over—especially when he offered his personal residence to hide you and your family after your location was discovered. Your little brother and adopted son had been taken hostage, and Japan’s police refused to help.

So, you’re working with the heroes you never thought you’d see again, including your best friend Hatsume, who picked up right where she left off with you.

Your first dance together was at the Club After Dark to John Ledgend's 'All of Me.' The road was rocky, and mistakes were made, but in the end, you and Eijirou get your happily ever after. Not after some heartbreak and bloody horror tho.

My master list is a work in progress but there's plenty more fic's and other characters if you request them. Ao3 is sexy too. I haven't posted the story yet because I need to Finish my Katsuki one first at least, but all the support and comments I receive help give me the motivation to finish!

You can also tip me a coffee if you want.

Remember: Comments and likes, they really help. Don't be afraid to leave me a sexy little reblog too.

Poster designer bc I couldn't wait to share: @willnetries

Stay tuned for the rest!! If you wanna be tagged, lemme know.

I promise I bite~

See you soon my loves!! <33

-Angie (✿^‿^)

I do not own My Hero Academia or its characters. However, the original plot, storylines, and any original characters in this work are my own creation. Please do not copy, repost, or claim my work as your own. Respect the effort and creativity that went into this story—thank you!

[skumhuu]

I just read your answer to if Leviathan ate mortals. And I am going to admit, now I am having more questions for.... research purposes.

Do they cook their food? And what would a mortal do for their safety?

I am open to these questions for research purposes 👀 We love science 😌

Leviathans don’t need to cook their food!

Nightmare is a bottomless pit of a stomach, he can eat ships with wood and metal and all sorts of materials with ease.

Dream has chewed on ships thinking they were fancy whales before but doesn’t like it, they make him sick :( and when Dream gets sick he vomits up lava. It’s a whole mess. His poor tummy can’t handle a ton of nonorganic material :(

When Reaper eats he wants to taste their death on his tongue, so he doesn’t really eat much unless he can kill his meal and most times he doesn’t really care to kill things

Mortals have bargained with Ink before, but their lives depend less on what they have to offer Ink and more on how interesting they are combined with how hungry Ink is at the time.

Cross, who Ink rescued and was the first leviathan Cross met, lived because Ink thought he was interesting. And also because Ink prefers humans anyways. Ink can be friendly! And nice! And build friendships with all sorts of mortals, he thinks they’re cute and funny, but he needs to eat at the end of the day and they’re on the menu 👀😂

[itiswormtimebaby]

Here’s what I’m thinking about:

Biker!Bucky (who also happens to be your brother’s best friend) comforting you when you accidentally get way too high and think you’re going to die. 

TW: Recreational drug use (weed), talks of death (reader feels like they’re dying), virgin reader, suggestive

The illicit baked goods were handed over with very clear instructions, only eat HALF. But you were so hungry, and the brownie was surprisingly good, and what would really be the harm in eating a whole instead of a half? Death. Inevitable death would be the harm. 

There’d been a very pleasant twenty-five minutes where it felt as if you were dancing on air, now you could barely get any- breathing shallow, chest tight, head heavy. This was it. Goodbye, cruel world. You knew there was little to be done so you decided to embrace the inevitable, if you acted quickly maybe you could go in your sleep. So you filled your cats food bowl, pressed a quick kiss to her head, and crawled into your hammock to await the end- but wait, wait you couldn’t go with regrets, that was a sure fire way to come back as a ghost and you did not want to haunt your crappy walk up forever. No, no regrets. 

So you called James Buchanan Barnes, Bucky, your brother’s Bucky. Bucky who lived only a few blocks away, Bucky who could send you off without regret. He picked up on the third ring, and didn’t get much in edgewise after a hesitant “Hello?” 

“Bucky! Bucky I’m dying and I need you to come over right now. The doors unlocked.” You’d hung up before he could ask any questions, best to save your breath, you reasoned. For his part Bucky had politely but firmly asked the girl currently occupying his bed to leave, and made for the door, tugging on gray sweats as he went. While he was positive your dumb ass wasn’t dying he wasn’t willing to leave you in a distressed state. 

When he kicked off his bike and made it inside he’d found you curled up in your hammock, clinging to your cat, eyes squeezed shut; he’d grabbed your attention with a gruff “Bug?” You’d shot up, furry feline friend taking off with a displeased hiss at the sudden rocking motion; “Thank God, Bucky! Get over here, I don’t have much time.” He’d crouched down next to your hammock, bringing his cool metal hand to your cheek, brushing away some stray hairs and taking note of your blown out pupils; “What the fuck are you on?”

“It- it was supposed to only be half the brownie, but I ate it all, I’m such an idiot and now-” He bit back a laugh realizing you were just stoned off your ass, not wanting to add insult to injury as your eyes welled with tears “-now I’m dying but I can’t go yet, Buck, I can’t, because if I die full of regrets I’ll have to haunt this stupid place forever.” 

“For Christ’ sake, Bug, you’re not dying, you’re just stoned.” 

With an adamant shake of your head you reached down and grabbed his flesh hand, pressing the palm of it flat to your chest as the tears in your eyes finally spilled over with a warbling hiccup; “I- I’m not, I am but I’m not- I know what death feels like.”

His mouth popped open in mock surprise; “Oh, you do? Because you’ve experienced it so many times?” 

Your bottom lip quivered as you glowered pathetically at him, “D-don’t be mean to me. Not right now.” Torn between pushing the issue and humoring you he chose to go with the latter. 

“Okay then, Bug, no regrets. How can I help?” 

With a small watery smile you turned in the hammock to fully face his kneeling form; “We’ve got to have sex-”

“Jesus fuck!” Your sincere expression, tear stained cheeks, and glassy eyes awakened something dark within him, pleasure spiking within his groin and pulling him to half mass even as he adamantly shook his head no. Seeing his refusal you began teetering on the brink of tears again; “Please Bucky, please, you have to fuck me, it has to be you. I don’t want to die a virgin and I love y-” 

Quicker than your sluggish brain could process the cool fingers of his left hand wrapped around your mouth, silencing you as his other hand smoothed across the top of your head and down to cup your cheek, thumb stroking it in small even passes. He took three steadying breaths, eyes clenched shut, before he met your gaze; “Shut up. We are not having this conversation right now.” You whined behind the gag of his hand, but he just shook his head firmly in return, so much for humoring you. “Bug, you are high as a fucking kite. So here’s what’s going to happen; I’m going to go get you a drink, and then you’re going to sleep. End of.”

He stood abruptly, moving towards the door of the bedroom as you pleaded with him to come back and take you, promising he could do whatever he wanted as long as he was inside you. You didn’t stop rambling until he stormed back in with a glass of water, towering over your prone form. “Listen to me,” he hissed “when I finally fuck you the only thing you’ll be high on is my cock, so do me a favor and shut the fuck up about it so I can take care of you until then.” 

AN: In hindsight I’ve taken some liberties with the use of the word “comforting.” 

[ordering-milk-at-a-bar]

Then Apothecary![Name] challenges the boys to eat something with a species she created that would be the minimum of a hot chili in our world in exchange for a couple of rupees if they last 2 minutes

No one lasted that long and maybe even their tongues got a little burned and they lost the sensation of taste for a while-

Yes, we're making white people jokes here. I admit, they're pretty funny depending on the execution. Also relatable. While I don't mind spicy food (it's not my favourite, but it's not like I'd turn my nose up at it), my mother hates it. Dad loves it, though.

Wild handles it the best because, honestly, he has a lead belly. Bro literally ate rocks. He'd probably ask for more, even if he is going to regret it later when his tummy gets the rumblies.

I actually think that Rulie likes spicy food. He can't handle it at all, but he likes it anyway. Also he gets to beg for sweets later and no one would blame him.

Four's in the corner saying how he now knows how the metal he works with feels. He's coughing and gets the hiccups after just a few bites.

Time seems to be doing well, but what the others don't know is that he's got a bottle of milk he's constantly sipping from when no one's looking. No cheating! It gets taken away very quickly and he is suffering.

Honestly, Wars and Legend have about the same level of tolerance. They make an unofficial bet on who can last longer. Also may or may not be adding more spicy stuff into each other's food to make the other lose.

Poor Wind tries to put on a brave face, but everyone can see that he's not taking it well. Mostly because of he does not have a poker face.

Twilight immediately opts out. Just the smell coming from the pot is making his eyes water. Too bad. If they all have to suffer, so does he. (Please note, do not give your dog anything spicy. It's not good for them and will end in a trip to the vet).

Sky has it the worst. Living at such high altitudes his whole life has not prepared him for a lot of things. Also I never really saw much variety of food on Skyloft, mostly pumpkins. No tolerance what so ever.

On the bright side, if they ever get something that they can't handle, they can just give it to [Name] so they don't have to waste food.

[rocketbirdie]

your latest screenshots of cloud in situations reminded me of smth that happened while I was playing rebirth. id just gotten thru a Very Tense Scene In Gongaga and had cloud exit the building , except the sides of the staircase have these ramp-like slopes that maybe read as different terrain than stairs. i accidentally had cloud walk right on the border between stairs and slope and I think what happened was that the game got very confused about what terrain reaction it was supposed to choose and switched rapidly between the two. the angle was weird so I didnt see exactly what happened but cloud very suddenly pitched forward and the camera freaked out, which made it look like he completely ate shit down the front steps of the fair residence (aerith and tifa were standing like. right outside. just a few feet away. saw the whole thing) (i think i have video of it somewhere)

yesssss i love discovering cursed collision in this game. my entire postgame experience so far has been hunting for janky physics objects and awkward terrain.

costa del sol in particular is a treasure trove of absurdity. i'm like a scientist studying this place under a microscope. just to name a couple of my findings thus far:

near the shinra-8, there are stacks of large wooden crates that are actually physics objects. they even float in the water if you knock them off the pier! but even better, there are also a bunch of oil drums that have a horrible sound effect so loud that they can temporarily cut out all other sound effects

there's a giant chocobo inflatable thing that always rights itself if knocked over. an odd side effect of this is that it can get briefly stuck to characters and seem to ominously follow your party around in near total silence (it can also be found at the gold saucer)

there's a weird ledge behind some market stalls where if you try to vault/jump over it, you get wedged between two potted plants. if you alternate holding forward->neutral->forward etc, cloud's model will start bending at the middle more and more. this is how i was able to get that bizarre screenshot in that most recent post

and this is all just on foot. i haven't even begun experimenting with the wheelies yet. i have great ambitions involving cutlery, foliage, garbage bins, metal racks, surfboards— the possibilities are truly endless and i cannot wait to continue my research

[bvnneyrabbet]

Random headcanons for the forsaken admin gang.

Shedletsky has a wing mutation, specifically with 2 pairs on his back and a failed wing formation on his forearms, making them feathered. He's open about his wing mutation and likes to show them off.

Builderman is largely done with all his employee's bullshit, but he still cares a lot about them, even Doombringer.

Dusekkar praises himself for his talent as a mage, and holds himself to incredibly high standards as an admin, viewing basic robloxian feelings and desires as something weak and pathetic. He is a closeted gay man and is hopelessly in love with Taph, but he is in extreme denial refuses to acknowledge it. He is 50 ft in the closet and refuses to come out.

Doombringer would often neglect himself over his job, which resulted in him getting absolutely covered in healing wounds over time. He didn't think it was that bad, prioritizing his duty as a super-moderator rather than his health. The others were not fond of it.

Stickmasterluke has anger issues. He does try to keep himself from overreacting, but if you manage to tick him off he will likely resort to violence. And you know how he has antlers, and how deer and other antlered animals will use their antlers to fight? Yeah he's gonna impale you.

Clockwork is has a collection of many things, mostly antiques and metal trinkets, but the majority of his collection is of teapots. Over 400 teapots to be exact. Nobody knows how he got most of the teapots, nobody knows what he even DOES with the teapots. He is very obsessive over his teapots too, and will get very iffy if you try messing with them in ways he doesn't approve of, which is all of them.

Another headcanon for Clockwork! Clockwork wears giant leg stilts most of the time, even in his home as he can't actually walk properly without them. If he tries to walk without them, he's very wobbly and will probably fall over, which is ironic because he never fallen by natural causes in his stilts. The only times he has fallen is due to his co-workers making him fall.

Sorcus is half serpent, nobody knows what half animal he even is, but he has really, really fucked up anatomy. One of his features is a secondary snake-like mouth on his chest that instead of using normal jaws, uses an extra pair of arms to open and close. The mouth can function like a normal mouth when it comes to eating, and has a pair of actual jaws deeper within the mouth. Sorcus does use it to eat most of the time, and he also uses it to store things like an entire fucking scythe.

Seranok is mostly feminine presenting, so many people mistake him for a woman or think he's gay. He is actually cis and straight. He also used to have a tail like his brother, but he had his tail completely ripped out of him by Sorcus. Sorcus also ate his tail. Due to this, Seranok can't sit properly without having his ass hurt like hell, so he will usually either kneel, lie on his stomach, lean on something, or refuse to sit down at all.

Merely is a collector and is very keen on details, he also likes to flaunt his wealth a bit, but not that much. Usually he is very pathetic and meek. He is also gay and has terrible taste in men. When Seranok had fully healed after the whole incident with his tail, Merely had made a little makeshift tail tuft for him that Seranok could wear under his belt as a gift. Merely was also the one who found Seranok injured in the first place.

[phantomphangphucker]

Phic Phight - A Little Dismemberment Always Brings A Couple Closer Together

For: @half-deadmagicperson

Valerie has to stop Technus from killing her boyfriend, and then probably break up with him because this was clearly too dangerous. Danny has to stop Technus from abusing his girlfriend’s kickass ghost hunting suit, and he has no time to do so as Phantom. Technus just wants his plot to work for once; but successfully getting his preferred pairing for the little halfa to stick together was an acceptable consolation prize.

Valerie wasn’t entirely sure what to do or how to handle this nightmare situation, her suit was not only attacking her but Danny as well, it was actively chasing him even! Yes she’ll definitely have proof for her dad now, for her suit being abducted and going haywire, but that wasn’t remotely important!

By the time she’s dumped her bag out, gotten herself something to fight with, and ran back; she winds up just… standing in the bushes watching.

Watching as Danny goes absolutely feral on her suit. Literally the first thing she sees is him biting the helmet, holding on to it with his teeth, and basically bunny kicking at one leg. What in the world.

Her suit flails around, managing to throw Danny off and on to the dirt, she takes one step forward but Danny’s up like a gunshot. Him snarling, “you! Get outta her!”; and launching at the board. Grabbing the front end, flipping his back on to it, kicking out at one leg, grabbing the other, biting that too, and then just ripping her suits damn leg off. “stop-”, kicking it clear in the crotch with his own back on the board itself, “-controlling-”, wrapping his ankles around the waist and lifting himself up enough to grab an arm, pulling and beginning to tear that off too, “-my-”, wrapping his arms around the mostly torn off shoulder to knee the helmet, sending the whole suit tumbling off of the board, “-girlfriends-”, him spinning around, sitting his butt on the helmets face, grabbing the remaining leg, and tearing that one off too, “-suit-”, and freaking stabs the remaining arm with the metal of the just torn off arm, “-Technus!”.

She just stands there, slack jawed, utterly shocked. Not just because of the pure carnage she watch her boyfriend do, not just because of the fact that Danny is very clearly not only fit as a fiddle but also very combat capable, not just because he apparently knew that suit was being control by that Technus ghost, but also because he knows her secret identity. He… he knows she’s the Red Huntress.

He knows and he’s still dating her. Even though it’s clearly dangerous. Even though she didn’t just tell him herself. Even though he’s one of those kids who thinks that ‘Red’ should ‘leave Phantom alone’, which, not gonna happen. Even though his parents are ghost hunters and he’s been surrounded by that all his life and would realistically be sick and tired of it by now.

Shaking her head harshly as Danny jumps up into the air and does a full on diving foot stomp right down into the helmet basically exploding it. Her stepping out while he jumps up and down over and over again. Over kill much. “Holy shit, Danny”.

Danny jump stomps once more, turning his head to her, “Technus abducted my house once, possessed all my tech that I sold off, broke my video game, stole so many cellphones, and that one time he ate my light up lego rocket ship; we have so much beef. All the beef”, looking back to the suit, pointing at it aggressively, “get out, you slimy shithead”.

And… and the ghost actually does it. Technus phasing out of her suit looking utterly ragged and beaten to hell. Technus groaning, “mercy, child, mercy”.

Valerie… almost feels bad. Except this ghost got her in so much trouble and stole her suit, oh and fucked up her date. So she stomps over and kicks the ghost in its stupid ugly lame glasses.

Technus floating, more like dragging, himself backwards, waving his hands desperately at the two, “I- I can fix it? Make you a better one? One that isn’t designed to explode and kill you to blame on Phantom?”.

Danny’s face falls, mouth open slightly, “what?”.

Valerie stares, “what he said, what do you mean blow me up?”, then scoffing, “as if I’d want a suit from a ghost”.

Then Technus does what Technus always does, monologues and spills plans, “but child! You acquired your original from a ghost as well! And what I could build would be far superior in every way imaginable! For I am TECHNUS MASTER OF ALL TECHNOLOGY including technological ghost hunter suits. And what I heard was Plasmius planned to kill you to sour Phantom’s reputation in town. Very foolish! For Phantom would never allow for such a thing! And would likely utterly brutalize Plasmius for even fully trying!”.

Danny scowling, “as he should. Hell, I’ll get the Fenton Creep Stick and give him a good wallop or two”.

Techuns sticking up a finger, “I!”, dropping that finger, “think you would kill him, child!”, and gestures wildly at the horrifically mangled suit.

Danny crossing his arms, “oh I’ve hit that ghost with the Creep Stick more than once”, looking to Valerie, “it is super yucky to see a ghost trying to hit on your very much married mom”.

Valerie gags at him a little before going back to glaring at the beaten down ghost, “so you’re telling me Plasmius made that suit?”, here she thought it had been made by Vlad! Maybe he just paid a ghost to make it for her? But he was such a good man? Then blinking and smirking, “and I’m sure you could build a better one, imagine how pathetic a so called technology master making a worse tech suit than a vampire themed creep? Who apparently hits on people’s moms?”.

Technus looks genuinely offended, that was one nice thing about this specific ghost, very easy to manipulate. Very very easy. Technus shouting, “AS IF THE GREAT TECHNUS WOULD EVER BE SHOWN UP BY A WANNABE INVENTOR! I’LL SHOW YOU TRUE MASTERY OF BODY HUGGING TECHNOLOGICAL GHOST FIGHTING!”. And just outright grabs at her mangled suit and starts fiddling with the thing.

Danny blinks, putting his hands on his hips, “whelp, he’s lost in the sauce now, thanks for hyper fixating him I guess?”.

Valerie huffing, “I want my suit at least fixed, oh my god I can’t believe you tore off all my limbs! Why did you bite my head!”.

Danny sputtering, “i- it’s not like you were in it!”, then glaring at the air, “and for dominance. He will never try this again”. Valerie can actually see Technus shudder off to the side slightly, so her boyfriend might have actually traumatized a ghost. Damn that’s impressive. To be fair though, she wouldn’t want to get an eyeful of the inside of someone else’s mouth either. That’s just nasty.

Valerie sighing, “you’re so stupid Danny”, which yes was endearing, apparently it was also chaotically terrifying, but still endearing.

“So what you’re saying is you like stupid?”.

She absolutely smacks him one for that, huffing and fiddling with her hair, “I was actually going to break up with you”, gesturing at Technus, “decided this was too dangerous for me to be dating anyone”, then shaking her head, “but apparently that was pointless to worry about since someone is a secret pro wrestler or something”.

Danny blinks at her, “do you know just how many different fighting styles my folks have taught me? So so many. And with how many ghosts my parents literally pull through a giant hole in our basement I kinda need to be able to throw down a little”.

“That went so far beyond a little”, she does lean over and ruffle his hair though, “but clearly violence suits me well”.

“Yeah no shit, little miss flies around shooting ghosts and literally screaming out threats of violence, which, very cute by the way”, smiling softly at her, “but Val, I can absolutely handle ghost shit causing problems, and I can clearly defend myself. It would be dumb to break up with me over you being a hunter, I live with hunters”, rubbing his neck, “and sure, fine, maybe? I should have mentioned I knew? But eh, it’s your secret, you’d tell when you wanted to”, and shrugs.

Her sighing and shaking her head, “way to make me feel like an ass, Danny”, smiling, “but thanks, and I guess sorry for wanting to break up”.

“You should be sorry- and hey you stop smirking you asshat!”, and Danny’s hurling chunks of broken tree and tech at Technus.

Well… ghosts were big gossips, and Technus was probably one of the worst for that. Especially for spreading it, that Plasmius was really going to regret Technus’s big mouth pretty soon here. And then she’s going to have to have a bit of a talk with Vlad.

Her and Danny just sort of stand there, bumping shoulders, vaguely cuddling but not really, while Technus does the weird tech shit the ghost does.

… Until he’s throwing a wild new suit that frankly looks nothing like the old one at her. Her blinking at it, “I have so many questions and I am asking none of them”.

Danny eyeing the super futuresque looking red and black suit, whistling, “that’s sharp looking”.

Technus nodding, “yes! It is less jumpsuit and more tech suit! So you don’t just look like a red copy of those fentons! It is called style, children”.

Danny snorting, “you and stylish aren’t in the same state, nonetheless the same house”. The ghost looks gebückt offended. Wow Danny was surprisingly good at pushing ghosts buttons.

Technus looks from the suit in her arms to her a couple of times, her just sighing and setting the thing to get on to her. It… definitely felt different and she’s pretty sure this was maybe not the best idea but she’s had a really weird day okay? And she refuses to retire from ghost hunting and she maybe shouldn’t get a new suit from Vlad specifically. Plus, this ghost does actually get embarrassed if any of his tech failed, so it should perform well.

Danny eyeing her up and down then looking to Technus, “look at you being cool and successful for once, WoOhOo, Go YoU”; wow that was aggressively sarcastic.

Danny then loos at her then the ghost, she looks at her thermos then the ghost. Then the ghost drops his hands, “oh drats”; Valerie immediately uses her own thermos to capture the heavily exhausted ghost.

Danny chuckling, “nice”, then looking to her helmeted face and tilting his own non-helmeted face, “so?”.

She rolls her eyes, shaking her head, and summons out her board, “oh get on you. I still can’t believe you’ve just known this from the start”.

Danny hopping on the board, bumping a shoulder into her leg as she starts flying off, man this new board was awesome. “Eh, your old suit didn’t have a voice modulator. I can tell you point blank, at least four other people know for sure”.

“What!?! Who?”, shaking her head, “Sam and Tucker are two I’m guessing?”.

Danny snickers very meanly at her, man he could be a jerk, “yup. Add in nana Ida, who just kinda somehow knows everything all the time. And Mr. Lancer, you and I are his problem kids, he pays a lot of attention to us”.

Oh… oh she hates that he’s definitely right about that. “Right I forget about Sam’s nana being possibly omniscient. How did she even know about Jerald stealing electricity from the hospital? Like really?”.

Danny snoring, “tell me about it”.

Either way they fly around a little, Danny apparently isn’t remotely phased by being on a hover board… and apparently his parents built some hover quads? One of these days those two would accidentally make some kind of nuclear weapon or manage to blow up a satellite. But at least she eventually gets Danny home, without prematurely and clearly unnecessarily ending their relationship.

… All because Danny basically de-limbed her suit behind the Nasty Burger on a causal Tuesday with his bare hands. Zone, what is her life? Their life?

End.

Prompt: What if in Flirting With Disaster, Danny didn't have time to transform, so instead of seeing Phantom defeat her suit, Valerie saw Danny Fenton fighting Technus posing as her.

[13a07s]

Her Closet

(Daichi Sawamura)

[Artwork is not mine! Credit to Etcetera.art]

Requested by: Myself

Word Count: 3,359

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

I fully believe Daichi's wife would call Sugawara by his first name

I also believe Daichi would never get out of the habit of calling him Suga

Daichi is a bit of a horn-dog in the second part :)

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     The door to the station swings open, the old metal squeaking from the movement and catching my attention. I can't see the entrance from my desk, but I sure can hear my sunshine of a wife's laugh, along with my coworker at the front yelling that "Sawamura's old lady is here".

I try my best to keep my smile reasonable but I can't help the huge grin that starts to spread across my face as I approach the front. The whole walk-up is filled with teasing from the other officers but I don't mind, especially when my Sunshine is still giggling at the soft teasing she's receiving. By the time I'm shouldering the door open, my cheeks sting from how big my smile is.

     The door easily gives in, being pushed open just enough for me to peak out. My grin somehow grows at the sight of Sunshine, seeing her swimming in my hoodie and making my heart flutter. It's my work hoodie, MPPF in bold letters over her chest, an outline of a badge in the middle of her stomach, and Miyagi Prefecture Police Force in small letters below it. I know our pledge is stamped into the back of it without having to look.

     "You know those hoodies are for officers only, I could give you a ticket for impersonating," the guy at the desk teases, making my Sunshine laugh again as she shakes her head.

     "I assure you I have impersonated an officer in a lot worse ways than this," she jokes, quickly rushing my thoughts back to the last costume party Asahi hosted. My Sunshine sure did impersonate an office, in a lot worse ways, but I enjoyed every second of it.

     "Sunshine," I quickly call, trying to blink away the memories of the 'after party' we had together.

     "Officer Sawamura," she teases, her eyes and smile pointed at me now. "I was out and about so I grabbed you lunch," she tells me, holding up a take-out bag.

     "Thank you," I mutter, pushing the door open the rest of the way before motioning her forward. "I appreciate it," I add when she gets closer, taking a moment to kiss her cheek as she walks past.

Wolf whistles, pickup lines, and compliments are shot at her by the station as we make our way back to my desk. The light-hearted play only makes me shake my head, giddiness filling my chest the whole of the short walk.

When we get to my desk, I take a moment to pull out one of the chairs from their opposite spot across from mine. Instinctively my hand goes out, waiting for my Sunshine to take it so I can help ease her into the chair. As expected, her hand finds mine, gently holding it as she sinks into the cushions. I keep a hold of her as I push her in, pecking her hand before letting it go.

"Oh, oh, oh, we have a gentleman amongst us men," my senior partner teases, a smug grin on his face as he pokes at me.

"Seems like Officer Sawamura's old lady has him by the balls," one of the younger officers adds.

I ignore the eruption of teasing that follows, sliding across the desk to settle in my chair. "I got you a sandwich," my Sunshine starts the unneeded explanation, slowly unpacking my lunch for me. "And a bag of chips, of course, and a water bottle which I probably didn't need to get but I did anyway."

"Thank you," I repeat, leaning forward to start unwrapping my sandwich. "You didn't get yourself anything?" I ask, looking at her for an answer as I start raising my sandwich to eat. Thoughts of telling her I'm too full to eat my chips are already brewing in the back of my mind.

"I ate while I was out with the girls. There was a sale on those energy drinks you like so I made sure to stock up on them. Oh! And I got new curtains for the kitchen window if you could hang those when you get the chance," she rattles on, moving in her seat to curl up in a lazy, comfy ball.

I swear, everything about this moment makes me fall in love with her all over again. Her mind always thinking about what she can do for others, more specifically me. I could listen to her voice all day long. Plus her excitement over such mundane things is adorable. Add on her inability to sit in a chair like a normal person and I'm back to being the lovestruck high schooler I was when I met her.

"I'll add it to my to-do list," I tell her before taking another bite of my sandwich. If she hadn't caught lunch with her little housewife group I would have given her my chips in a heartbeat, but I'm excited I get to enjoy them myself.

"Whipped," another officer teases, covering up the word with a fake cough. Again, the comment rolls off of me. I don't mind the teasing or the 'hot wife' jokes because I know it's true. I am whipped, at her mercy, willing to do anything she asks.

I also know my Sunshine is a beautiful woman, one who's swimming in my hoodie. It's my hoodie string she's twirling. My hoodie that her hand is shoved under to rest on her stomach. My hoodie she's going to nap in once she gets home. My hoodie everyone has seen her in today, and finally, my hoodie she's going to be wearing when I get my pay back for her costume party reminder.

Seeing her wearing my clothes always brings me back to high school, specifically the first game I invited her to. My Sunshine went all out, tacky but cute pom-poms waving around from the bleachers, tinsel tied into her hair, and my alternate jersey wrapping her fully in orange. We lost, no surprise there seeing how the team didn't start winning any games until my third year, but I was still prideful seeing her so excited to watch me play.

Getting to see my Sunshine support my career brings me the same kind of pride. Seeing her in my work hoodie, at work events, and hearing her say 'My husband, Officer Sawamura,' are the signs in my life that I made it.

     "Koshi called this morning," she utters, eyeing my chip bag. So much for enjoying them myself.

     "Ya? What did you two talk about?" I ask, popping the bag open before giving it to her.

     My Sunshine's eyes lighten up at the gesture, happily taking the chips from me. "He said he's going to go watch the Sendai Frogs play tonight and asked if we were coming too. I told him I'd talk to you and call back with an answer," she explains, slightly shifting in her chair as she eats. It's cute that she squirms when she's enjoying a snack; it's even cuter that she doesn't notice it most of the time.

     "Where's their game at?"

     "Koshi just said it was a home game so I don't know. I can text him and ask," she mumbles, tilting the bag toward me.

     "Their team is stationed here in Miyagi. You can tell Suga we're going," I answer for her, saving my old setter a question. I take a chip from the bag as well, enjoying the excitement melting into her eyes. My Sunshine doesn't know much about volleyball - or any sport, really - but she 'enjoys the environment of a game' which is good enough for the both of us.

     "I'll have to call him back and tell him then. I'll have to go through my - "

     "Our," I interrupt, shaking my head at her excitement.

     "My closet. My clothes are my clothes. Your clothes are my clothes too," she 'corrects' me without missing a beat. Again, I shake my head, this time because I guess my Sunshine is right; she wears my clothes more than I do, so it's her closet. "Anyway, I have to figure out something to wear. It's a volleyball game, right? Koshi invited us to a volleyball game?"

     "Ya," I hum, throwing my trash away before settling back in my chair. My elbow is propped up, my head on my fist as I admire my beautiful wife. The way her hair bounces and catches the sun as she talks, the sparkle of joy in her eyes, and her curled up form on the chair, my hoodie big enough for her to tuck her knees under it in her new position.

     "Oh, good! Do I get to see another one of your old teammates play this time?" My Sunshine asks, sparkly eyes caught on me, her beautiful hair water fully over her knees because of her head resting on her knees now.

     "Tsukishima plays for Sendai," I answer, letting my eyes fall closed for a second. I have four more hours of work, I can't get caught up in my Sunshine's... well, sunshine.

     "Which one is he? I don't remember."

     Slowly, I let my eyes peel open again, her smile being the first thing to catch my attention. "Tall, thin, blonde, glasses," I mutter, glancing around the station. My work mind set is ruined for the day.

     She explodes in a ball of excitement, feet back on the ground as she gushes over my old teammate. "Now I remember! He was one of your baby crows. It was always so fun bantering with him. Always so quick to have a smart mouth."

     I nod my head in agreement, eyes back closed as I run through the information on my newest case, trying to push out everything having to do with my Sunshine.

Lips against mine pull me out of my thoughts, eyes instantly snapping up to be met with her leaning over the desk. She pulls away, a loose smile back on her lips. "I should get going. You have work to do and your partner is itching to talk to you. I'll send you a picture of the outfit I choose. Bye, baby!" My Sunshine chirps, pecking my lips again before she almost skips out of the station.

"'Bye baby'," some of the guys repeat, voices pitched and teasing. Others make kissy noises for a few minutes before it all melts into soft laughter. Despite the joking, all I can think about is what cute outfit my Sunshine is going to pick.

                     ———————————

     My footsteps thunder as I race down the block, my watch weighing on my wrist a constant reminder of the time crunch I'm under. Why does the Sendai's match have to start so soon after my shift? Why did my Sunshine have to find my old jersey? Why does she have to wear it to the match? Why did she have to send me a picture of herself in it?

It's been killing me the past few hours, knowing what she's wearing. Knowing she's alone at home. Knowing I have to wait to see her in it. Enjoy her in it. It's been years since she's worn it. Dear lord did all the 'comforting' after my matches and the victory 'celebration' of my third year come rushing back. All because she had to find it hidden away in our closet. In her closet.

     I don't slow down when our house comes into view, if anything I move faster to get inside as soon as possible. When I get to the porch, I struggle with the doorknob for a moment, unable to get it open.

     I can't help the excitement that bubbles in my chest when I do finally manage to get the door open. "My Sunshine?" I yell once I'm through the door, wrestling to kick off my shoes and undo my work vest.

     "Welcome home," she greets, her head poking out from the sitting room. "How was work?"

     "Fine, good, great, work," I mutter, my eyes snagging on the parts of my jersey I can see.

     Sunshine fully rounds the corner, giving me a full view of my clothes on her. The sight makes my hands fumble worse, making it seem impossible to snap my work belt off. "Calm down, baby. It's not going to hurt anyone if we're a few minutes late," she coos, settling in front of me before she helps to snap my belt off. "Guess what? Koshi invited - "

     I cut her off, burying my hand in her hair to pull her into a kiss. A soft him escapes her because of my sudden nice, but the surprise washed away soon after. My Sunshine's hands settle on my chest as she joins the kiss, adding a bit of pressure to counter mine.

     As our kiss carries on, my free hand works on unbuttoning my shirt, fully prepared to leave it on the growing pile of work clothes on the ground. My Sunshine pulls away, sucking in a breath before opening her mouth to speak again. "Daichi, Koshi and - "

     Again, I cut her off, taking a step forward to kiss her. This time she kisses me back right away, gripping the open flaps of my shirt as I finish undoing the last few buttons. "You look beautiful," I murmur when we part, my lips falling to kiss along her jaw as I shrug my shirt off.

     "Thank you, baby, but we have plans and your friends - "

     "I know, it'll be fine. You said it yourself it's not going to hurt if we're a few minutes late," I interrupt, letting my hands start slithering under her shirt. "You look amazing," I repeat, slowly guiding us down the hallway, toward the sitting room.

     "Will you let talk?" She giggles, her arms around my neck now as her body arches in response to my feathery touches.

     "Go ahead," I hum, letting one hand rest on top of her bra, gently squeezing the material and her breast. My other hand starts sliding backward, soaking in as much of my Sunshine's soft skin as it can during its trip towards her ass. I've made quick work of kissing her, slowing down as I start trailing over the dip from her jaw to her neck.

     My mind is a bit preoccupied, set on touching every inch of her and continuing to lead her towards the couch so I can enjoy my beautiful Sunshine and relive some memories from my volleyball days. "Koshi brought Ennoshita to watch the game with us. They got here like ten minutes ago and have been waiting with me for you to get home."

     My mind is no longer preoccupied. My head snaps up, pulling my lips off my wife, so I can scan the room. As promised, Suga and Ennoshita are sitting on the couch, my best friend looking amused and my old underling looking shocked. "Guys," I mutter, after forcing out an awkward cough. I help my Sunshine stand up straight again, fixing my jersey before letting her go. "I was not expecting you."

     "I can see that," Suga teases, a huge grin on his face.

     "I texted you," Ennoshita mutters softly, barely loud enough to hear. He waves his phone around, our messages open as proof. "Apparently you didn't get it."

     "I probably did," I murmur, scratching the back of my head as I look away from my friends. My eyes settle on my Sunshine. Her teeth are messing with her bottom lip, cheeks fleshed as she looks at the wall. "I'm going to go change. I'll be right back," I grumble, pecking her cheek before I walk out of the room.

     "I'm surprised you're not taking your wife with you!" Suga yells after me, a chuckle following his teasing. Sunshine scolds him, the sound of her lecture being cut off when I close our bedroom door.

     I lean against the closed door, hands jumping up to my face as if they could rub the embarrassment off. When my hands fall away, my eyes end up landing on our - her - closet. As expected, clothes are littered around the room, my Sunshine's inability to decide on an outfit being evident. "I can't believe I did that," I whisper to the emptiness, shaking my head before I jump into action. I need to change so we can get going. My Sunshine, me, and our friends I just embarrassed us in front of.

                   ———————————

     "Tsuki!" Yamaguchi and my Sunshine both scream, the two of them leaning over the rails as they cheer for him. Suga and I both shake our heads at them.

Yamaguchi notices the joking disapproval, his cheeks fleshing as easily as they did in high school. My Sunshine doesn't though, she's in her universe, shaking the green and yellow pom poms she bought as she cheers for the middle blocker.

I love seeing her at games. Seeing her so energized, so excited, so happy to support someone she knows. I haven't decided what I enjoy more; having her cheer for me or getting to watch her cheer for someone else. Probably the latter, since I get to enjoy it instead of having to focus on the game I'm playing.

"Baby!" She chirps, lunging at me. Her hands land on my knees, pom poms and all, as she looks up at me, the usual excited spark in her eye.

"Sunshine?" I hum, sliding my fingers through her hair, being careful not to pull on any of the tinsel she tied into her locks. It's nice but almost sorrowful seeing her dressed up like this again. I should get her a Sendai jersey before we leave.

She makes a kissy face, the sound picking up just enough for me to hear it. A soft grin spreads on my face at her request, a request I have no problem fulfilling for her. My fingertips twirl the end of her hair as I lean down, pecking her lips like she wants.

A happy giggle spills from my Sunshine as she sits upright, eyes cast to the court for a second before they're back on me. "I'm hungry."

"Okay, Sunshine," I utter, pecking her lips again before I stand up. "I'll be right back."

"Where are you going?" Suga asks, his eyes not pulling away from the players on the court.

"To get my Sunshine some food," I answer, starting the careful descent out of the bleachers, set on not trip on anyone or thing.

"I'll come with," he says, already on his feet so he can trial after me.

It takes a while, but we both manage to get out of the bleachers without an accident. "Should I be expecting a third Sawamura soon?" Suga asks, flashing me one of his grins.

     "I just got excited seeing her in my jersey after so long. That's all," I answer, trying to push down the embarrassment crawling up my neck.

     "Sure you did," he chuckles, shaking his head at me. "You know, I thought you were insane when you told me you were going to propose after graduation."

     "I know, you told me at least twenty times," I grumble, rolling my eyes at the memory of all the lectures I got from him. Suga was not on board with the idea of us getting married right out of high school.

     "And now I can't help but be impatient with you two. When are you going to give me a niece or nephew?"

     "I don't think that's any of your business," I snap, the heat winning and coating my cheeks. "You're just as bad as my mom."

     Suga shrugs, a grin still on his face. "Maybe your Sunshine is trying to get you to give her a baby. Wearing your clothes and all that."

Now it's my turn to chuckle, shaking my head back at my friend. "The closet is fully Sunshine's. It's her closet, her clothes, I just borrow them sometimes."

"You definitely did not get over that love sickness did you? I thought you'd kick it after graduation."

No, I did not get over it, and probably never will.

[purrgilpawkins]

Just Fourteen

Summary: Daniel Fenton was only a teenager when the hole in his parents’ basement ate him alive. (Also available on AO3)

Pairings: Danny Fenton & Tucker Foley & Sam Manson

Warnings: graphic depiction of flesh melting off a kid's face, one brief but detailed vomit scene, Danny cutting his fingers on glass (not detailed)

Prompt: From Whumptober Day 24 "equipment failure" (and the title of the day which was "radiation poisoning")

Notable tags: graphic depictions of violence, H/C, angst, character death, radiation poisoning, hazmat au

The zipper of the hazmat suit caught on Danny’s tank top as he zipped it up, forcing him to yank it back down briefly before pulling it back up, rougher than before. The sight of his Dad’s face plastered to the front of it forced a heavy sigh from his nostrils as he tried to remove it, failing miserably due to his now lacking fingernails. He gestured over to Sam and she quit fiddling with her camera long enough to come over and start peeling the sticker off.

“So,” Danny started, drawing out the word, “why are we doing this again?”

“Because.”

Danny rolled his eyes when Sam didn’t elaborate. “Right, of course. How could I forget?”

“Oh, come on, dude. Where’s your sense of adventure?” Tucker piped up from his spot leaning against a counter, not bothering to look up from his PDA.

“Upstairs and out of my parent’s lab that’s full of unstable and highly explosive equipment?”

Sam managed to get a purple-painted nail wedged under the sticker and ripped it off, rolling it into a ball and dunking it into a trash can on the other side of the lab. Danny’s spandex-muffled clapping was interrupted by Sam then putting a hand on his shoulder.

“Danny,” she started, drawing out the word, “this was your idea, remember?”

He did. He had excitedly told his friends about the busted “ghost portal” down in his basement and they had joined in his excitement to go and check it out. That had been before he got a good look at it.

Now, Danny glanced over his shoulder to the jerry-rigged hole in the wall. A bleak tunnel full of cold metal and jagged wires. A gaping maw ready to close around anyone foolish enough to enter it.

Okay, maybe he was being a little dramatic.

He looked back to his friends, seeing the way Sam was practically bouncing up and down over the whole situation and how Tucker kept repeatedly looking up from his PDA, waiting for Danny to make his move.

“Alright, alright. Fine.” Danny inhaled deeply and ran his hands through his hair to psych himself up. “Let’s do this!”

“Wait!” Sam held up a finger directly in Danny’s face. “Lemme get a picture.”

Danny rolled his eyes once more, only slightly irked that Sam just killed his mojo, but went along with her ushering to create her perfect picture. He ended up positioned between the portal and something labeled the “Ecto-filtrator”, standing uncomfortably in his baggy hazmat suit as Sam eyed her shots through the camera lens.

“Hm…” she began, “something’s missing. Something like—that!” Sam excitedly pointed to something to Danny’s left, already dashing over before he could turn to look at it.

“This!” She heaved, rummaging through the pile of teal and orange hazmat suits that had fallen out of their locker when Danny went to look for a suit his size. “This is perfect!” Sam sprang from her digging with a hazmat mask in hand, showing it to Danny like it was her new puppy.

Danny raised an eyebrow. “Perfect for…?”

“My picture, duh.” Danny blinked. Sam sighed heavily, like the perfection of some mask should’ve been obvious. “It’ll come out so perfectly uncanny. Like you're one of the guys who worked at Chernobyl going to check on the reactor, seconds before disaster!”

Danny blinked again, eyebrow still raised as he took the mask from Sam’s hand, holding it between his own two as he eyed it down. “Disaster? Sam, it's a hole in the wall.”

Sam shrugged. “Yeah, I know. Pretty boring.” An evil smirk crossed her face as her voice rose in excitement. “But just think. An uncanny picture of you, full hazmat gear, totally fine before going in. And then, once inside, you go all the way to the back, where the lighting will be perfect, so I can snap another pic of you looking ghostly!”

A smirk of amusement grew on Danny’s face. “Ghostly?”

“It is a ‘Ghost Portal’,” Tucker piped up, air-quoting Ghost Portal.

“See!” Sam tossed out her hand in Tucker’s direction, “Tucker understands my vision!” She decided to ignore his snort following her statement.

Danny shook his head, smiling at his friend’s antics as he pulled back the strap of the mask and fit it over his head. He gripped the large filter hanging out the left side and readjusted it to fit better on his face. After finding the proper placement, the eyepieces rested snuggly around his eyes and the mouthpiece actually felt… comfortable?

“Well, how does it look?” He asked Sam, his voice muffled under the mask as he held out his hands theatrically.

Sam eyed him down, finger tapping at her chin. She glanced around from the black gloves, boots, and white body of his baggy hazmat suit to the gas mask covering most of face. The harness on the back of it had effectively made his messy hair even worse, making Danny look just slightly crazed. She smiled.

“Perfect.”

After more urging from Sam for Danny to look as “weird” as possible standing next to the portal in his getup, she eventually got her oh-so-perfect picture.

“Okay!” She exclaimed, waving her polaroid back and forth, “Now we just need one of you in the Ghost Portal.”

Danny was already way ahead of her, standing on the black and yellow striped threshold to the cold, metallic void. He started breathing comically loud, sounding like a poor imitation of Darth Vader. He put one foot forward, over the caution line. “That’s one small step for man.” And then the other. “And one giant leap for mankind.”

Tucker booed from behind him. Danny couldn’t help his shit-eating grin.

His booted footfalls echoed off of the metal plating in the small chamber. It wasn’t noticeable from the outside looking in, but the walls were covered in electronics that Tucker would probably have a better name for. Geometric patterns lined the walls glowing a bright blue. Danny imagined it’s what the guts of a PC would look like. It was actually… kinda nice to look at. Calming, in a way.

In his admiration of the patterns running through the chamber, Danny missteped and tripped over a pipe lining the bottom of the portal. His hands shot out in front of him as he tried to brace himself for the fall. His left hand caught him easily. His right hand, however, made contact and slipped on the floor, sliding to the left where his elbow then caught him.

“Ow,” he whispered, only slightly embarrassed by his usual clumsiness, “‘Cause two bruised knees just wasn’t enough?”

Danny brought his right hand back up and pushed himself back to sit on his knees. As he raised his left hand, he noticed the feeling of something jabbing into the center of it. He looked at the palm of his gloved hand, expecting to see something stuck to it but found nothing. Looking back down to the floor, in the dim illumination of the geometry lining the walls, he saw two buttons. One labeled “OFF”, the other labeled “ON”. The “ON” button was depressed.

“Uh oh.”

Danny got back on his feet, still eyeing the buttons on the floor. Almost immediately, the patterns on the wall started glowing brighter. A whirring sound began as the lights faded from a neon blue to an acid green.

“Danny?” He heard Sam call from the entrance.

In front of Danny, the back of the portal started sparking, the whirring increasing in volume. The lights grew brighter still.

“Hey, dude,” Tucker called this time, worry evident in his tone, “I think you should get out of there.”

Danny took a few steps back from the sparks in the portal before turning around to look at his friends. He was completely engulfed in bright green light before he could even think to make a move toward them.

Pain enveloped him entirely, ripping a scream from his throat so piercing it felt as if his vocal cords would snap. It felt as if he were falling apart. Every nerve was set on fire, the pain irradiating; it was the only thing his brain could process as his body began to melt.

The white suit “protecting” him began to fade as the portal started to eat away at it, burning holes all across his person. It left him nude and at the complete mercy of the end that was quickly approaching Danny.

Danny jumped harshly as a crack popped up on the face of his gas mask, quickly spreading further and further. He lifted shaking hands to his face, one hand wrapping around the filter while the other gently pressed to the glass cover. He jumped again as the glass broke completely at the contact, the filter in his hand snapping off like a twig. In a panic, he reached up to wrap his hands around the harnesses keeping the mask on his face, only for them to dissolve the second he made contact with them. His mask fell to the floor with a clatter, slowly melting into it almost immediately.

Danny’s breathing became quick as he covered his face with his hands, desperate for some kind of protection. His fingers slid across his skin, taking globs of flesh with them like a knife through butter. His exposed muscle burned as he brought his hands further up to his ears, feeling them droop in between his fingers. One lobe dripped down to the floor, sizzling as it went and burning up completely before it hit the ground. Danny let out a sob as the remaining cartilage followed after it.

His whole body began to burn as he grasped at his hair, chunks of it and the skin it was attached to coming along with his fingers as they squeezed his head. The scent of singed hair was just strong enough to smell over the blood and cartilage clogged in Danny’s nose.

The burning began to escalate and Danny brought shaking hands down from his head to watch in horror as his skin started to eat itself, turning him a raw red before it started sinking deeper from the top layer. Large bits of flesh were slowly disappearing, leaving behind purplish-black chucks of meat surrounding red-stained bone. His left arm barely remained, the skin eaten and bones turning black.

He could feel his organs liquifying. Blood rushed from his nostrils, trailing down over the exposed muscles of his face to connect to the red river pouring out of his mouth. The warm liquid burned its way down the sides of his head as what he could only assume to be his brain began to ooze out from his ears. He tried to inhale to continue his painful screaming but started choking on the bloodied goop of his melted organs instead.

Danny began to fall forward, blood splattering on the green-glowing floor as the flesh of his skinless knees connected with the ground. His hands reached out to brace his fall, the bones of his left cracking once they reached their target, sending shockwaves up his arm and through the rest of his body. He moaned pitifully.

Moments went by as Danny sat there, experiencing every unbearable second of his own demise.

Suddenly, the bright green glow surrounding him began to get brighter. Brighter, brighter, brighter, tears filling his eyes at the abuse they were forced to take due to his lacking eyelids. It came to an end so sudden, Danny was left stunned in complete darkness. It didn’t take him long to realize his eyelids had closed.

He opened them quickly in shock only to be met with the sight of a solid, glowing green mass wrapped around his boney hand. He fell back on his haunches, hyperventilating at the sight, bringing up his right hand to try and rip the goop from his arm. Digging his fingers into the green matter, he ripped it from his arm. It splattered against the floor before it jumped back up and reattached itself to Danny’s arm. Danny continued his actions desperately before giving up, violently shaking as sobs racked his body.

He slowly brought his slime covered arm down to rest on his skin-covered knee, eyeing it carefully as if it would jump out at him. He turned it over, back and forth, as his eyes wandered up the rest of his arm. Spots where chunks of flesh had been missing were now filled in with more of the green ooze, the rest of his body looking much the same.

He brought his hands up to face, feeling his skin, squeezing his nose, and rubbing at his ears. He rubbed at his neck, confused. Even the pimple sitting at his jugular that’d been bugging him for days had grown back.

Danny brought his hands back down to his knees, looking over them as if the green goop on them would start telling him what was happening.

“What…?” He uttered, voice clear, if a bit echoey sitting in the portal chamber.

His eyebrows raised when the color of the goo started to dull and then change. The remains of his tattered flesh began to change as well, losing its color to match against the now pale white, glowy goop of his once missing skin.

Danny stood quickly, worried something else was going to begin happening to him. Eerily, what appeared to be clothing began to fade in from nowhere to cover his skin. He yelped, trying to flick off the white gloves fading in on his hands. It led further down his arm, turning black as it did. He looked down to see the black clothing spreading to his torso from every limb. He kicked his feet in an attempt to rid himself of glowing white boots, panic once again settling in as the black suit completely overtook him. The black…hazmat suit.

“What…?” Danny uttered again, desperate to know what was going on.

He startled at the sight of glass appearing in his vision, hands shooting up to his face to protect it, only for them to collide with the gas mask he saw melt away. He stood stock still in confusion. Whatever had happened, whatever was happening, he was totally lost. He unconsciously began walking backward toward the portal entrance as he fiddled with the filter on the mask.

The back of his newly white boot collided with the same stretch of pipe that tripped him in the first place and Danny stumbled backward, exiting out of the chamber of bright green light. He was forced into an awkward full body spin, arms outstretched and ready for another fall, but he caught himself this time, standing uncomfortably with his legs twisted as he rapidly blinked his eyes to adjust to the dark room he’d just entered. He brought his hands up to rub at his eyes and when they smacked against the glass of his mask, he instead settled with squeezing his eyes shut as hard as he could.

“Danny?” A voice called from in front of him.

Danny’s eyes flew open in an instant. He immediately squinted at the light emanating from the portal, lighting up the room in a bright green. After a moment of letting his eyes adjust he got a closer look of what was in front of him: his best friends huddled together in distress. He met the red, tear-filled eyes of Sam, then Tucker’s, who was sitting next to her, arms around her in a hug. His tears were still rolling down his cheeks.

“Is that you, Danny?” Sam asked gently.

Danny stood in silence for a moment, still trying to grasp at the details of what just happened. His friends began to look concerned at his continued silence so he answered, “Yeah?”

Sam slowly removed herself from Tucker’s hold, meeting some resistance when he refused to remove the hand he had wrapped around her arm. She placed her own hand on his and patted it calmly. Tucker shook his head at her desperately, shrinking slightly when Sam glared back but not letting her go.

“Tucker,” she hissed.

Tucker gulped. “Sam, what if—”

“What if what? That’s Danny, Tucker. Who else could it be?”

“But—”

Danny watched the exchange in front of him, eyes darting back and forth at his friend’s arguing before he brought his hands up. “Alright. Stop. What’s going on?”

Sam and Tucker went silent immediately as Danny’s voice echoed around the lab. They looked at each other briefly before looking back at Danny. The silence stretched awkwardly as Danny waited for them to say something, staring them down the same way they were doing to him. After seemingly having enough, Sam inhaled deeply and opened her mouth, only to be cut off by Tucker shooting to his feet.

“What’s going on?! What’s going on is you walking into that portal and it kicking on and then you screaming bloody murder like your dying and then you just waltz out of there like nothing happened and like you aren’t—aren’t—”

“Glowing.” Sam finished.

Danny blinked and shook his head in confusion. “Weird timing for a compliment, Sam.”

“No, Danny, you’re,” she sighed, rolling her eyes, “you’re literally glowing. Like glow-in-the-dark type glowing.”

The hands Danny had brought up became his center focus, checking to see that they were, in fact, glowing. He looked down to the rest of his body, turning this way and that to see that an ever-present, soft, white glow covered every inch of him.

“Oh.” Danny said simply. “Huh.”

“Dude.” Tucker whined desperately, “What happened?”

“What happened?” Danny repeated quietly, staring off into space for a moment before the rush of memory completely overwhelmed him.

His skin turning red and raw, oozing and bubbling as it melted. His stomach churning as blood ran down his throat, mixing with the acid burning holes in his stomach lining. His lungs aching with every inhale of the putrid air, forcing him to gasp and wheeze with every breath he wished he didn’t have to take. His ligaments and tendons fraying and snapping as they slowly disintegrated. The mix of hot and cold as that goop enveloped his exposed bits of skin and bone, bringing stars to his eyes and bile to his throat.

The confusing jumble of rapid-fire moments that he just experienced came at him in a new light.

What happened? Something that should’ve killed him.

He should be dead.

Danny fell to his knees and hurriedly reached up to yank off his mask as bile quickly rose up in his throat. It burned its path through his esophagus and over his tongue as he spewed it on the floor of the lab.

Tears fell from his eyes and into the puddle below him, blurring his vision as he heaved and gasped. When it seemed his stomach had given up the upchucks, Danny reached up to wipe the drool from his mouth connecting it to the vomit by his knees. The tears kept falling and with every sniffle came a hard jerk from his whole body.

The more tears that fell, the more clear his vision became and with that clear vision came the sight of his glowing, acid-colored vomit, tinted with a concerning amount of red specks.

A hand gently pressing on his back startled Danny, making his head shoot up to be greeted by the sight of sad, purple eyes.

“Danny,” Sam began, rubbing his back in soothing circles, “are you okay?”

A guilt-filled voice from Danny’s other side sent his neck snapping in that direction. “Yeah, man. I’m sorry if I scared you, or made you feel bad, or something.”

Tucker’s quiet apology brought Danny back to the present, helping to force his memories back down. “No, no. It’s alright, Tuck. I’m fine. Not your fault.”

Tucker stared at him for a few seconds before breaking eye contact and staring over at Sam. Danny knew she was looking back with the same concerned expression on her face. He wanted to roll his eyes at his friend’s overprotectiveness but decided against it on the off chance it made him throw up again.

They sat quietly together, Sam rubbing Danny’s back and Tucker holding onto his bicep while occasionally offering an attempt at a reassuring back pat. When Danny was sure he wouldn’t throw up again at any sort of movement he sighed shakily and began making a move to get up.

“Could I, uh, get some help?”

His friends were quick to spring into action and began helping him up on wobbly legs. The grip they both had on Danny’s arms made it obvious he wasn’t going anywhere without them. His lips quirked despite himself.

“The sink? Please?” Danny urged, taking a step forward, desperate to get the taste of bile out of his mouth in case it made him nauseous again. Sam and Tucker gave each other another look before Tucker’s stare turned toward the sink and Sam met Danny’s eyes.

“Um, actually, Danny. There’s probably something else we should tell you.” Sam started slowly.

“Is it that I’m, like, super pale? Because trust me,”—memories of skin, charred and bleeding as he melts to the floor come to Danny’s mind, leading into the afterimage of black veins standing stark against bone white skin. He couldn’t help his wince—“I know.”

Sam shrugged, tightening her hold on Danny’s bicep. “Well, yeah, but…” she trailed off. Biting her lip, she looked at Tucker.

Tucker’s eyes widened, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he gulped. “Uh well—what Sam is trying to say is—um—that you… should see for yourself!” Tucker squared his shoulders at the end of sentence, cockily proud of the solution he came up with. Sam groaned.

“I guess that is the easiest option but,” Sam looked at Danny once more, “I’m… not sure it’s the best.”

Danny sighed. “Look, guys, I don’t know what you two are worried about but I do know that I want the throw up out of my mouth. So can we just get there? Please?”

Sam nodded sourly and Tucker uttered a quick “Let’s do it!” before they both started pulling Danny forward once more. He tried to help as he was before, dragging his feet forward in a facsimile of walking. He was quickly losing speed though and his friends were all but dragging him before too long.

“Danny,” Tucker heaved as he slung Danny’s arm over his shoulder, “you sure you’re okay, dude?”

“Ugh, you’re getting sweat on me,” Sam tried to joke, the attempt falling flat as she flailed Danny’s arm around her own shoulder.

“I’m good. Just a little tired,” Danny huffed, heartbeat pounding in his ears as he tried to catch his breath.

Each step between his friends was slow and careful, making the time to the sink that much longer. At least to Danny, as a drop of bile-tasting saliva slid down his crusted throat. He eyed the distant faucet, dying to wash out his mouth. He saw the mirror above it, reflecting the ominous green light from the portal back at them. Yet another glass object to explode at the slightest miscalculation. He wondered why his parents had it down here at all.

It was only a few more agonizingly slow steps before the trio reached their destination. Danny’s eyes were drawn downward toward the basin as he reached out his hands to grip the edge of it. Sam kept her tight grip on his arm while Tucker loosened his but didn’t let go.

Tucker was nice enough to turn the cold faucet handle on and Danny immediately reached his gloved hands under the stream, taking the water cupped in his hands and splashing it in his face. He reached back down and started to gather more water in his hands, bringing it up to his mouth with the intent to drink from it.

“Wait!” Sam yelled, startling Danny bad enough to send the water flying at his face.

“What?” Danny asked, not bothering to hide the whine in his tone.

“You don’t know what kind of… things got on your gloves in there! You can’t just drink from them!”

“Sam,” Tucker piped up from the other side of Danny, “I think whatever… things got on his suit probably already got to him.” He further made his point by nudging his head toward the mirror.

“Yeah, okay, maybe, but let’s not take any more chances. I can go get a cup from upstairs.”

“Look, Sam, if it’ll make you feel better, there’s some paper cups behind the—” Danny’s sentence came to an abrupt halt as he finally saw the person staring back at him in the mirror.

He met the toxic, glowing, green eyes in the reflection, opened as wide as his were. The hair on their head was an unnatural snowy white. Their ears ended in pointed tips. The glow surrounding their body helped to accent the sheer paleness of their skin and made the dead veins on their face stand out even more. Danny opened his mouth in a gasp and caught a glance of fangs lining the reflection’s mouth.

“Is that—” Danny stopped himself short again, discomforted at the sight of the person in the mirror mimicking his mouth movement.

Sam and Tucker’s own reflections stood behind the ghastly figure, their brows both furrowed with worry as Tucker nodded.

“That’s you, dude.”

Danny brought a hand up and pinched one of his cheeks, making the eye of that side twitch briefly. The reflection made all of the same motions he’d just done. A shaky sigh left Danny as he slowly came to terms with the drastic change to his appearance. He kept staring in the mirror, familiarity bubbling up as he continued to look at himself. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, hoping the sight before him would change upon opening them. It was only when he reopened his eyes and caught sight of the radioactive green glow that the memories nagging at his brain came forth.

Memories of him listening with rapt attention as his parents talk about ghosts over breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Theories for how they’re naturally luminous and why that was. Talks of ectoplasm taking shape to resemble something vaguely human. Discussions of how the ectoplasm took advantage of human emotion to replicate the personality of the once living being it was replicating. The assurance when his parents stated that the ectoplasm making up the ghosts in question would be a radioactive, unnaturally bright green.

Danny reached out his violently shaking hands and grabbed hold of the edges of the mirror in front of him as he looked deep into his own eyes, his eyes that glowed a green not natural to any human being on Earth. His thumbs dug further into the glass, first causing a crack before the mirror completely shattered before him. Tucker gasped and Sam uttered his name in concern as one of her hands left his bicep and attached itself to his shoulder. The glass fell into the sink, along with bright, green drops of liquid falling from his thumb. Danny brought his hands from the mirror, peering down at his spread palms and saw a cut in his suit. Underneath the safe material was the origin of the liquid; a cut against his skin, oozing the putrid, green goop. The same shade and texture as the slime that coated his skin in the portal.

Ectoplasm.

Ringing filled Danny’s ears as he slumped forward, bracing himself up on the sink. Tucker’s grip tightened on his arm and Sam was shaking his shoulder but he was progressively losing the ability to focus as a loud, pulsing beat began to grow louder, nearly overwhelming the ringing. His breathing became rapid, each inhale feeling more and more pointless as his lungs didn’t fill.

Danny’s legs collapsed out from under him, forcing Sam to release her grip and bringing Tucker down to the floor with him. Their voices were still muffled by the ringing, pulsing, beating that completely overwhelmed his senses. He could feel the hot tears streaming down his face as he brought his hands palm up once more and inspected the glowing green dripping down one of his white gloves. His shaking was only helping the ectoplasm flowing through his veins to ooze more as drops from his palm began to stain the floor of his parents lab.

In an instant, everything stopped. No more ringing or pulsing, no more talking from his friends. Reality started setting in and Danny was getting a full view of the high beams driving straight toward him.

“I’m dead,” he stated simply.

The silence accompanied him for a few moments more before Tucker started yelling.

“What?! Dude, don’t say that! You’re just… irradiated or something!” The grip Tucker had on Danny’s tightened to the point of being painful. Danny could barely feel it.

“Whoa, hey, Tucker, calm down. I think Danny’s just having a panic attack. Or something,” Sam piped up, yelling as well to try and overpower Tucker’s vocals.

The two kept arguing with each other, voices increasing in volume as panic made itself obvious from their outbursts. Danny sat between them silent, hearing neither of them as he continued to contemplate everything that had happened so quickly.

As the two kept arguing, it went unnoticed as their hands slipped through the arms they were holding, right up until their foreheads smacked against one another. Tucker flung himself back and rubbed at his head while Sam calmly sat back on her heels.

“Ow, jeez. Hardheaded much, Sam?”

Sam raised an unimpressed brow. “Says the guy with the thickest skull I’ve ever—wait.”

Sam was aware that they’d just been talking across Danny, too distracted by their own shock to really be concerned about his. But now… they were talking through him. A blurry half-image of their now glowing friend sat between them, still as out of it as he was before. Sam reached out to him, only for her hand to go right through him. Tucker saw this and reached out as well, waving an arm back and forth in his friend’s transparent form.

Sam started to breathe deeply to try to keep herself calm. On Danny’s other side she saw Tucker’s heckles raise and she knew his gasp was about to lead into a scream.

“Tucker!” she shouted, clearly not maintaining her composure over the situation. Tucker’s mouth snapped shut. “How about we all take a moment to breathe and just… relax.”

Tucker shook his head rapidly but at the glare Sam was giving decided she was more scary than their half-present friend and nodded instead.

“Okay! Okay.” Sam slowly inhaled through her nose and exhaled through her mouth. Tucker tried to repeat her actions but made it obvious he was still very much freaking out. She would take what she could get.

“Alright. Danny?” Silence. “Danny.” No response. Sam huffed, crossing her arms. “Daniel James.”

That caught his attention. “What, yes?”

“We’re calming down here. Care to join us?” Danny lapsed back into silence, seemingly in thought. “I’m not taking no for an answer, Danny.”

“Alright, alright,” Danny reluctantly responded. Sam inhaled deeply through her nose again, waiting for Danny to follow. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly. He reopened his eyes. “Yeah, okay, I—what.”

Danny finally caught sight of his blurry hands, easily seeing the lab floor through them. He bent all around looking at the rest of his body, his breath quickening once more. “Guys?”

Sam reached out a hand to try and comfort Danny but her hand phased right through him, causing Danny to jump to his feet and back away from his friends.

“See?! This is what I mean! I’m dead! I’m a ghost!”

Sam and Tucker both stood up after their friend, Sam raising up her hands as if she were trying to calm a startled animal and Tucker keeping his cradled hands close to chest.

“No, Danny. That’s—that’s not possible. You’re—you’re not a—”

“Yeah, man. I mean, ghosts aren’t real or—or your parents—”

“Oh, god, my parents!” Danny grabbed at his hair. “My parents are gonna kill me! I can’t be a ghost! I can’t—oh god!”

In an instant, Danny stood half-visible in front of his friends before he disappeared completely.

“Danny!” Sam and Tucker shouted simultaneously.

“What?!” Danny shouted back, panicked.

“Dude, you’re gone!” Tucker yelled to an empty corner of the lab. Sam stood next to him looking around the lab in confusion.

Danny looked down to his arms once more, no longer seeing a transparent image of himself but a much blurrier and colorless form of his body. Bringing his hand up left an image of it slowly trailing behind before it eventually reached where his hand actually was. And all at once, he popped back into reality, full color and no transparency.

His hands fell back down to his sides as he looked toward his friends. They were both staring at him in shock. Danny’s eyes began to fill with tears.

“See?” He said to them, “Ghost.” He choked on the word and sniffled as the tears started to flow.

Sam and Tucker continued to stare at their sobbing friend. Sam took a step forward and Tucker turned to look at her movement. She swallowed once, twice, blinking rapidly, before darting forward toward Danny, slamming into and nearly knocking him over as she wrapped her arms around him in a tight hug. She began to sob as well.

“I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have forced you. I shouldn’t have made you go in there, Danny. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

Sam's apologies didn’t end even as they turned into hiccuped gibberish. Her arms kept tightening around Danny to the point it was getting harder to breathe. Tucker’s approach was much slower than Sam’s, almost nervous. He inched up to them and came to a stop just off to the side, looking over Danny like something else might start happening. His inspection came to a stop at Danny’s eyes, maintaining eye contact for a few seconds before his face completely shifted to despair and Tucker began sobbing as well.

“Dude,” he began, sniffling to keep more snot from running down his nose, “I’m sorry.”

Once again, Danny was nearly knocked over as Tucker came at him and wrapped him in a hug, one arm around his back, the other around Sam.

Danny cautiously brought his arms up and wrapped them both around his friends, leaning his head forward and resting his chin on Sam’s shoulder while pressing his cheek against Tucker’s. The trio stood together for a while, all trying to take comfort in one another as they continued grieving.

Suddenly, the group's sorrow was interrupted by a bright, white light that began to surround Danny. They all pulled back as the light grew brighter. Danny took a few steps back from his friends. They both began to follow after him.

“Wait, guys, don’t—”

The light grew even brighter, forcing Sam and Tucker to cover their eyes as it completely engulfed Danny. When it had seemingly dimmed, the two opened their eyes, only to be met with their friend, shoulders scrunched up to his ears and eyes squeezed shut, looking exactly as he had before he had entered that stupid portal.

The lab was completely silent as Danny cautiously opened one blue eye before opening the other at the sight of his friends staring at him in shock once again. Danny’s shoulders dropped.

“Now what?”

If he didn’t know any better, Danny would’ve thought his friends were part of the football team, what with the way they tackled him in yet another group hug. Danny’s legs got pushed a little too far back by the surprise and was actually forced back onto the floor this time, his friends coming with him as he landed squarely on his butt. His utterance of an “ow” was drowned out by Sam and Tucker excitedly shouting his name at him.

“You’re back! Danny, you’re back!”

“You’re alive, Danny!”

They continued to smother him with Sam pressing her tear stained cheek against his and Tucker choking on happy sobs. Danny could only sit in confusion at the complete one-eighty of the mood.

“Wait, what happened?”

Sam released her death grip from around his neck and sat back on her heels, wiping at her eyes before lifting up Danny’s hand and pointing at his palm. “Look, Danny.” Danny looked at the black gloves leading into the white hazmat suit covering his whole body. “No glow,” she finished with a smile.

“Yeah!” Tucker cheered, reaching up to Danny’s hair and pulling a few strands down toward his eyes. Danny winced as he eyed his black hair.

His two friends sat back, smiles wide on their faces as they looked at him expectantly. Danny stared off into the space between them.

“I’m alive?” He whispered. “I’m alive!” He then shouted, jumping to his feet in excitement. Sam and Tucker joined him in his elation, the trio all clinging to one another as they shout and cheer at the newest revelation in their weird journey.

“Oh, man. Maybe—maybe it was some kind of after effect and—and now! Now, I’m fine! I’m alive again!”

Sam and Tucker listened to Danny’s rambling theories at his predicament, first with smiles on their faces that slowly morphed into frowns as they watched Danny get…shorter? Danny, lost in his solo conversation, didn’t initially notice until he looked over toward his friends, only to look up at them in confusion. He looked down toward his legs, half expecting them to be collapsing from all the stress in such a short time, or at least something similar, but he was not expecting to not see his legs at all. He screamed.

Sam rushed forward, grabbing hold of Danny’s arm and trying to pull him up, Tucker eventually coming over to help as well. Together, they pulled him up abruptly fast, clearly expecting more weight to accompany their friend… and legs too. Sam gasped and Tucker yelled at the sight of their legless friend, only an upper torso being held between them. Danny, despite being able to see some semblance of his legs, was just as freaked. Just before the group could completely lose their composure, Danny’s legs reappeared, along with his extra weight as Sam and Tucker dropped him to his feet. The trio stared at one another in silence before Tucker piped up.

“But—I thought—”

“Maybe, some kind of after effect like you were saying, Danny,” Sam suggested, unsure of her statement.

“Huh,” Danny uttered in response before his eyes rolled back in his head and he fell back, landing on the basement floor in a heap. Sam and Tucker quickly rushed down to his body.

“Danny? Danny?!” Sam yelled, grabbing his shoulders and shaking them in an attempt to wake him. On Danny’s other side, Tucker placed his fingers against Danny’s neck.

“He—oh! Sam! He has a pulse! He is alive! He’s—he’s—” Sam went around to Danny’s head and began lifting him up from his armpits, “—what are you doing?”

“Picking him up, what’s it look like?” She huffed as she managed to bring up his top end, making his head loll forward.

“Okay… why?”

Sam heaved, “I don’t know about you, Tucker, but I think it’d be better for everyone if we got out of this stupid basement.” She turned her head toward the active portal, Tucker following her gaze at the unnerving, swirling mass floating in it. “At least for now.”

Tucker swallowed. “Yeah. Yeah, you’re probably right.” He then went to Danny’s bottom half, picking up his legs and waiting for Sam’s cue to start moving. She nodded her head toward the stairs out of the lab and the two began to make their way out, their unconscious friend between them.

“We dropping him in his room?” Tucker asked, eyeing the stairs behind him.

“Where else? I don’t think he’d be super comfortable waking up on the living room couch for everyone to see.”

“Well, yeah, but… should we tell his parents?”

Sam considered Tucker’s question, momentarily stopping in her tracks to look down at the unconscious boy in her arms. “I think,” she began, “we should leave that to him.” Tucker nodded in agreement and the two continued up the stairs.

Out of sight of the portal, the trio didn’t get to see as it shut itself off behind them.

[rizzoreads88]

“There was absolutely no need for him to do this. None. Even if he was “playing a part” doesn’t matter.”

Uh.. Is that not the whole point of “playing a part”?

He had to keep up appearances of being a jerk and hitting people where it hurt most. That’s the whole point of “playing a part”.

You hate Rhys but can make post after post about how much you love Tamlin and want a redemption when he was nothing but an abusive douchebag?

A character where S.J.M even put a direct line to DV numbers?

And she herself has spoken about how her readers go up to her and thanking her for giving the courage to leave that DV relationship?

Rhysand at least had a heart and cared at the end.

Tamlin didn’t care at all.

Oh anon you really thought you ate with this one but I’m going to really burst your bubble …

Rhysand had to play the part UTM. He had no need at all to go be a dbag to Lucien in the spring court. None. When you are “playing the part” it doesn’t excuse your actions on how you choose to play the part. No one absolutely no one made rhysand do the things he did. No one made rhysand have feyre expose herself , no one made rhysand essentially drug feyre and touch her against her consent, no one made rhysand physically hurt feyre to force her into his bargain. Especially since they were alone and he could have healed her without hurting her. No one made rhysand kiss her when he knew she absolutely didn’t want it. “He kissed her to cover up tamlin” except no he didn’t he already proved he could have fixed her paint w his mind. Then in acomaf he goes on to say he kissed feyre too because he was jealous of tamlin and amarantha knew he was jealous and punished him for it.( and this is only the things he did in book 1 lmao)

“Tamlin was nothing but a abusive douche bag” yeah ok. Except…. He took Lucien in and gave him a position of power and protected him from his dad, got him his metal eye, fought against human slavery, saw the squalor feyres family lived in and set them up for life, the only reason her dad could go get those ships and get that army w Vassa was because of tamlin,….got feyre dads leg fixed, gave himself up to his childhood predator so feyre wouldn’t even end up UTM, plays double agent against Hybern for the courts even though no one believes him,oh and do you like elain, rhysand, azriel, feyre and briar ?because they are still alive only because Tamlin saved their lives. He helped save prythian twice, he dragged 3 armies to the war to help everyone even though they hate him. He did all these things and we haven’t even gotten his pov or side of the story yet.

So your damn right ill make post after post about how much I love Tamlin and no I don’t think he needs a redemption arc I think he fully redeemed himself in acowar. The difference between me and you though is I don’t excuse Tamlins bad actions. In fact i repeatedly say I don’t agree w everything he did and even though I love his character it doesn’t excuse what he did.Some of Yall excuse rhysands regardless how abusive they are. You never come out and admit he was abusive but you’ll talk your way around it till kingdom come.

Holding Rhysand to todays standards( like you do tamlin and no one else)Rhys abused Feyre in multiple ways. Thats not even a opinion it’s a fact. When your excusing one abusive character everyday I really do not care or hold any weight on your opinion about me loving tamlin.

At least Tamlin is held accountable in the books, at least Tamlin shows great remorse like to the point he’s suicidal. We at least see some change in Tamlin. Rhysand never apologized for what he did to feyre in book 1. Yeah he explained why in ch 54 of acomaf but never actually apologized. Then in acosf he takes feyres bodily autonomy away. also hides information from nesta about her own body, uses elain and her mating bond with Lucien for political reasons in acowar and acosf. And your ok with all of that? Let’s not forget in HOFAS he exploded a room in his anger towards nesta and he was so terrible he triggered Ember and reminded her of her abuser the autumn king….but Thank you for proving it’s not actually the abuse that bothers you just what character is doing it.

SJM has literally said Tamlin is not a villian. After she wrote Acowar she also said he had PTSD, and if he survived book 3(which we know he did) he has his own journeying to do.That DV hotline was put on the back of ACOFAS. A book tamlin is barely in if that was put in solely for tamlin why isn’t that in acomaf? (It’s not in any of the ebooks btw)And she included him in the Fated Mates quiz on her website. If SJM truly thought tamlin was “just an abuser” why is she including him on love match quizzes & in a positive light?Please be so for real.

So yes me wanting tamlin to heal and go on his journey is aligned with what the author has said about his character and where his trajectory seemingly is headed.

& the ironic thing about ALL this is I don’t actually hate rhysand. I’ve said it multiple times. I don’t think rhysand is evil. I think rhysand has his good moments too But anytime I call out his actions this is how the extreme Rhys Stan’s react bc yall cannot handle people calling him out. Rhysand has never been a favorite of mine but I don’t hate him. I will continue to call out the double standards though. If you don’t like my opinions don’t follow me, block me and move on with your life. But if your going to come in my DMs spamming me in rhysands defense at least defend his actions with your whole chest and not anon. I have many mutuals who love rhysand and don’t like tamlin but do you see me in there inboxes ? No lol. I let them live their life and love/hate whoever they want.If your going to call out abuse call out ALL abuse not just for the characters you don’t like 🤷‍♀️

[mechs-headcanons]

Different dates that Marius has taken the others on:

He took Jonny horse riding through the wilderness. Jonny will never admit he enjoyed sleeping under the stars and galloping through the plains. Roasting corn and drinking whiskey by the fire shouldn't make him feel so...soft. The horses were stolen off a guy who was being an ass and the creatures seemed content to belong to new owners now. It was an impulse decision to spit from the rest and go explore, so nobody else knew where they suddenly ran off to. They were free to go wherever they pleased.

Tim was taken to a lazergaming arena. This thing had EVERYTHING! Anti-grav sections, simulated heist and hitman missions, different terrains, parkour levels and so much more. It was a bit of a hassle to convince Tim to leave his real guns at home, but both of them had a great time. They mercilessly beat anyone who dared to go against them and gained soooo many tickets that they could use to get prizes. It let Tim enjoy his favorite hobby without actually having any stakes. This also meant that he could show off some of the weirder and artsier gun tricks in his arsenal without the risks that usually would come with them. Marius was impressed.

He invited Nastya to go foraging through a large scrapyard on an industrial moon. I hc Nastya and Aurora as somewhat part of the polycule while also having their own dynamic. Everyone's happy with it, so nobody cares to put a lable on the situation. Marius spent that day carrying huge chunks of metal and salvageable parts like a partner lugging around bags in a shopping mall. They both really enjoyed their time together!

It's a bit hard to take a huge spaceship on a date, but Marius managed to set up a candlelit dinner consisting of a variety of artfully arranged fuelsources for Aurora (think charcuterie board but with spaceship fuel) and traditional Cyberian dishes for Nastya and him. Aurora liked it, but she loved the effort put into making this happen more.

Toy Soldier was taken to a cake picnic. As long as you bring a cake, you can go in and get cake. They baked a spraspberry sponge cake together and went wild getting pieces of as much cake as possible. Toy Soldier especially gravitated to any tea-flavored cakes, but also chose some fruity ones. Marius grabbed many chocolaty and nut-flavored cakes. They ate their spoils comfortably in the grass and had plenty to take back home for the rest of the crew.

He and Brian went to a seaside town on a warm, summery planet. Walking down the beach, gathering seashells, getting ice cream, stopping by every street performer, diving in and out of little shops and all kinds of sightseeing. Brian often laments that he would rather be laying on the beach with a drink that *insert stupid situation the others got him into* so Marius made that dream a reality. He managed to stay out of trouble the entire day and they left the planet whole and with little to no chaos. A bit boring yes, but Brian's happiness made it worth it.

He and Rapheala infiltrated a science conference. They killed a guy who was going to be speaking about something boring and overdone and took his place with Interesting Science. They had an entire presentation with visual effects and slide animations. They held live demonstrations of chemical reactions. Marius got to debut his theory on the effects of different colors of natural light on the populations of the planets they live on. There were pyrotechnics on a stage that didn't have the equipment for it. Nobody had any idea who these people were but their insight on science was marvelous. They showed up unannounced, dropped multiple bombshells on this planet's scientific community and then were never seen again.

Ivy was let loose on a truly ginormous library. They spent the entire day walking through halls and halls of literature. Every so often, Marius would walk away to get some more tea for them to drink or a snack to enjoy, but for the most part they sat next to eachother and read stacks and stacks wordt of books. Of course, some of those books were too precious to stay here in this library, so when they place was about to close, part 2 of the date started. A book heist! Books take up space, are hard to conceal and have to be treated carefully, so they're hard to steal, especially in large quantities. By pretending to be cleaning staff, loading up the emptied out cleaning cart with their targets and dodging security, Ivy was now a good forty books richer.

He took Ashes to a music festival. They really got to go all out with their coutfit, dressing in their finest clubbing clothes and picking out some things for Marius to wear...just to show people not to get too grabby with what is theirs. The festival was bustling and energetic. Good music, fun crowd, pently of drinks to find. They could appreciate the bands that were scheduled. They enjoyed playing the base for the Mechanisms, but sometimes their music could miss a bit of a...kick, which the metal bands here made more than up for. Marius and then danced wildly, 'accidentally' giving someone a kick or shove now and then. Hey, it's called a 'mosh' pit for a reason. They looked so good that a photographer asked to take a picture of them for their collection and the two of them said yes. They got one of the pictures as a physical memento of their time. It hangs on a wall in Marius' room.

Just Marius loving his partners and planning silly dates for them! He enjoys being romantic and showing them how much he loves them. He knows the full brunt of his affection can be a bit much, so putting some of that overwhelming emotion into planning these things makes it a bit more manageable.

(btw, sorry for the huge ask lol. I might've gone a bit overboard...whoopsie daisy!)

THIS IS SO CUTE,,,, AWGH<3. marius the helpless romantic.

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most pathetic state headcannons you have?

the whole west.

seriously though i love it when utah is the most soul crushed dead eyed man possible. he gave up on trying to gentle parent these guys 25 arrests ago. ari chanting 'say fuck' in his ear whilst he stares at the camera dead.

hes soooooo tired of them. 'hey utah im going to do a kickflip off the garage to raise money to legally change my name to wolf' '...okay'

seriously that man raised 6 children and now he has full grown adult immortal personifications to deal with.

secondably the south is full of the biggest daddy issues losers.....

like u know its bad when youre looking to georgia to be your papa and he literally dont gaf.....

its all of them as well. tx, bama and ark go out drinking and come back sobbing thinking ab how all their dads must be so lost at the grocery store bc its been like two hundred years now

and mommy issues. is ginny really that caring or is she just vaguly good at first aid and she called you 'doll' once and now you need her making u soup. huh

the south is sooooo losercore why are you all attached like that. get a job. get a life. get a new mommy.

the midwest is even worse bc were all our mommies but make it awful.

all neurotic all constantly on the verge of panic all refusing any type of help oh wow guys no way your mom didnt teach you that

insane mother hens its not normal. stop making casserole youre terrible at it and i already ate. someone always stood betwixt two dakotas pushing them at the head trying to stop them eating each other.

siblings core..... youre thirty please can you stop..... why are you hitting each other in public shouldnt you be in the nursing home....

dont they just look like they have hate pages dedicatd to each other but also openly sob whenever they get hurt? yeah.

wouldnt wish the ne upon my worst nemisis.

all the truama..... all the bonding.... all the codependency.... and yet youre just assholes.

incapabale of being any way helpful to each other. all of them screaming 'SHUT THE FUCK UP' when ny is overstimulated. all of them only buying WD40 for mass's birthday so he can oil that annoying fucking metal arm. all of them sending random pictures of ice on the sidewalk to dela bc hes so old he can break a hip.

incapable of being normal sorry none of you have ever seen a therapist and its really obviois. like hammy could be having daily ptsd flashbacks and just be like 'hmmmm..... how will this make me better at hiking'