#happy birthday zeni

[softguarnere]

Like An Echo (Like More Than)

Legacy

Shifty Powers x ofc (Hunger Games!au)

Summary: There’s no need for introductions – they know who she is; everyone does – but she does it anyway. When Granny once told her about her own Games, she had mentioned that she announced her name and district when stepping into her private session. Zenie had been awestruck by the way her grandmother had demanded their attention like that. So now, she does the same, because it’s what Granny did, and repeating the action makes her feel less alone. A/N: Another year, another Zenie birthday fic (because laglam is my Roman Empire and I miss writing it) Warnings: none Taglist: @latibvles @liebgotts-lovergirl @lady-cheeky @dcyllom @mads-weasley @ithinkabouttzu @mrs-murder-daddy @lieutenant-speirs

Soon enough the seconds will stop slipping by and they will call the female tribute from District 11 back to her private session with the Gamemakers. She will have nothing to show them except that she can identify almost every plant, and that she can wield a scythe in a way that could be deadly in combat. But until then, Zenie sits at a table with the boy from District 12, pretending not to notice him casting glances at her every so often.

Which is something that he’s been doing since the second they got to the Capitol. Everyone has been looking at her, but him more than most. In training, he’s had his eye on Zenie almost as much as he’s been eyeing the bow and arrows – which, strangely, she has never seen him actually pick up.

Unable to stomach both the shy glances and the uncertainty of her private session anymore, Zenie steels herself and blurts out the first thing that comes to mind.

“I saw what you did,” she announces. Trying to conceal her nerves, trying to make sure her voice doesn’t shake, has made it quiet, steady, and somewhat ominous. The boy sitting across from her startles when she says it, making her realize just how menacing that sentence sounded. She amends by clarifying, “At the Reaping. For that boy. That was very brave of you.”

The boy relaxes, somewhat. In all the brief glances that she’s had of him, Zenie has always thought that he had a somber look about him. Now that she’s looking at him openly for the first time, she can’t help but think that his dark eyes house a deep sadness.

“My little brother,” he says by way of explanation.

Ah, that explains it. Why else would someone from an outlying District volunteer in the Reaping? Zenie would know. Scenes from her own District’s Reaping flash through her mind – her name being called; the realization no one was coming to save her when the crowd around her parted as her peers stepped away to reveal her, leaving her no place to hide; how suddenly she was on the stage, watching a Peacekeeper hold back her brother, too old to be Reaped, unable to volunteer for a girl anyway, trying to break through the crowd to get to her.

“I’m Darrel, by the way,” the boy says, extending his hand for a shake. “But everyone back home calls me Shifty.”

“Zena.” He’s got a firm shake, rough, calloused hands. “But most everyone calls me Zenie.”

“Nice to meet you,” he says as if they’re friends and not people who will be at each other’s throats in just a matter of hours that are counting down on a constantly ticking clock. Now that he no longer has to pretend not to be looking at her anymore, Shifty studies her. “They say you’re a legacy. Did one of your parents win the Games?”

“My grandmother. She won when she was seventeen. Same age as me.” With so many people still around, she can’t say what she really means, which is that she’s sure this was intentional, somehow or other. District 11 is a big place. There is no coincidence in the fact that she has just been Reaped at the very age that her grandmother was. With all the fights between the Peacekeepers and harvesters this past year, this is some kind of warning.

Shifty considers this. His brow furrows in a way that seems very vulnerable to Zenie – it’s best not to reveal your emotions in a place like this, around people who want you dead, yet here he is.

“You’ve probably got a better chance than any of us,” he reasons after a moment of thinking.

That’s kind of him. Completely misplaced confidence in a stranger, but still kind.

“She won by being a good shot with a bow,” Zenie admits, more to see how he’ll react than anything else. “I’m not going to make it very far unless identifying poisonous plants somehow becomes a skill that sponsors love.”

As expected, Shifty perks up slightly. He starts to speak but is cut off by a voice from an overhead speaker calling for the male tribute from District 10. Once they watch her go, he leans across the table, eyes bright. “Shooting a bow isn’t that hard. Have you practiced with one at all?”

He asks as if he doesn’t know. Zenie could feel him watching her on their first day in training, when she picked up the bow, managed to fire a single shot that hit the outside of the target, and then gave up in favor of the digital plant identification game.

She decides to humor him. “I tried, but I wasn’t very good. Getting my hands on one in the arena wouldn’t help me.”

“But it might help you in your private session,” Shifty points out. A grin tugs at his lips as he suggests it, like helping a rival tribute isn’t the most outlandish and foolish thing he could possibly do right now. “When you first shoot at the target, look straight down the arrow at the bullseye. If the arrow hits above it, aim lower next time. If it hits below it the first time, aim higher. Same for left and right.”

On that one shot she dared fire in front of the others, she had looked down the arrow, directly at the bullseye. That was how archery was supposed to work, in her mind. The arrow had been in line with the bullseye, but hit to its left. So if she were to pick up the bow again, she should aim to the right.

“Okay . . .” Zenie agrees, albeit hesitantly. For all she knows, he could be making this up, sabotaging her so that she makes a complete fool of herself in front of the Gamemakers and receives a lousy score.

Yet somehow, she senses nothing but kindness in his earnest way of speaking.

“My daddy taught me that,” Shifty assures her, as if providing his credentials. He whispers it so that none of the other tributes can hear him.

For a second, it shocks Zenie that someone’s father would provide them with a lesson like this. Her own father would never do something like that for her. He never spent any time with her. He didn’t even come to say goodbye to her after the Reaping –

She pushes the thought from her mind. Shifty helped her. She should offer him something in return.

“In training, did you ever do the plant matching game?” She asks, voice low in the same way his was a moment before. If they’re going to share secrets, they may as well do it properly.

The boy from 12 shakes his head. “Never had the chance. But I’m usually pretty good with plants.”

“Have you ever heard of nightlock?”

“What?” Shifty’s brow furrows.

“Nightlock,” Zenie repeats. “They’re like blueberries, but more of a deep purple. Gotta watch out for them in the arena, because it can be hard to tell the difference. That was the only thing that kept me from beating the game.”

Shifty nods, muttering the name under his breath so he doesn’t forget it. He looks her in the eye when he says, “Thank you.”

As if on cue, a voice from on high calls Zenie’s name, summoning her to come and meet her fate.

“Good luck,” Shifty says as she stands to go.

“You, too.”

The sounds of talking and laughter decrescendo to a hushed silence the second that Zenie steps into the sight of the Gamemakers. There’s no need for introductions – they know who she is; everyone does – but she does it anyway. When Granny once told her about her own Games, she had mentioned that she announced her name and district when stepping into her private session. Zenie had been awestruck by the way her grandmother had demanded their attention like that. So now, she does the same, because it’s what Granny did, and repeating the action makes her feel less alone.

“Zena McGlamery. District 11.”

The Gamemakers are watching.

Now, what to do? Playing the plant identification game would bore them to death. Swinging around a scythe looks silly if she’s not wielding it against an opponent. She’s made an entrance – now she has to live up to it. Just like Granny once did.

With the conscious choice to hold her head high and her shoulders back, Zenie takes long, confident strides towards the archery station. The silver bow feels sleek and foreign in her hands. But this is what they expect, isn’t it?

Hoping that no one can see the trembling of her hands, Zenie selects an arrow and knocks it. The bow draws easily. The fletching is cool against her cheek, and the arrow’s tip points straight to the bullseye.

Her fingers tremble with anticipation. She’s about to fire when she hears the advice of the boy from 12 play in her mind, just as clearly as if he were there with her. He’s gotten into her head – literally.

But I trust him, Zenie thinks, remembering the look on his face, in his eyes.

She shifts her stance, aiming the arrow’s tip to the right of the bullseye, parallel to the spot she hit a few days before. Inhale, exhale. Release, and the bow twangs as the arrow flies down the range.

Thwack! The echo announces the arrow’s impact.

There is a polite smattering of applause from the Gamemakers that conveniently covers up Zenie’s own gasp.

Bullseye.

[70spuppy]

MERRY CHRISTMAS + HAPPY HOLIDAYS MY LOVELY SELFSHIP MUTUALS AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY ZENI BEAR!!!!!!!!

[extraterrestrial-artist]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ZENIGATA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MY FAVOJRITE INSPECTOR OF ALLL!!!!!!

I LOVE CHARACTERS BIRTHDAYS... I LOVE DRAWING THEM BEING GIFTED SOMETHING LIKE A CAKE OR WHATEVAH..... Also that character on background is my oc! He's Zeni's assistant

[kennathegaefrog]

Where I'm Most Vulnerable (WIMV) Chapter Two

Warnings: none? Lmk

Word count: 881

Blurb

Chapter One

Blurb:

True has always wanted be a rapper and she’s finally made it but the limelight isn’t all as it seems when she meets well known rapper, Young Remi and is dragged down his crooked path.

Chapter Two

With a smile I turned to Mini and said “We have to make more!”.

“More what?” She asked with a questioning look on her face.

“More music, Mini,” I shrieked as I ran to grab my laptop and to start making a new beat.

Mini laughed out loud.

“What?”.

“I’ll start making a couple more beats after breakfast okay?” She offered before walking to the kitchen. Happy with that answer I followed her. Mama chuckled before accompanying us to the kitchen.

Mama grabbed her apron and pulled out a couple of ingredients.

“Is an English breakfast okay?” She queried.

Both me and Mini and nodded whilst we got to work making some new beats. After a few mmhs, ahhs and nahs, 3 new beats were ready.

“You know what would be cool this time?” I asked Mini. She hummed a response.

“Adding some of your vocals in them,” I stated.

“You sure, True?”

“Positive, it would go great, I mean you’ve got an amazing voice,”.

She smiled before sliding over the laptop to me, silently asking me to work my magic.

Mama had finished making breakfast and placed the plates in front of us. Grabbing her plate, she sat next to me before she spoke.

“You both are turning 18 soon, so I wanted to know if you guys had any ideas for a party,” She stated and she began to slowly spoon food into her mouth.

With a mouth full of food, I responded.

“Ee cod ave ai joint iffday patty,”.

“¿Que?” Mama asked just as Mini looked at me questioningly.

I gulped down the food and then tried again.

“We could have a joint birthday party,”.

“That’s actually a great idea, if both our parents are okay with it,” Mini said looking at Mama.

“I don’t mind, as long as your father is okay with it Mini,” She answered.

I smiled and continued to stuff my face with food

A couple hours later me and Mini sat at my computer setup, mixing up the beats and vocals.

“If you wanna start writing down lyrics or start freestyling now, I can just finish up here,” Mini suggested.

“You sure?” I asked.

“Yeah, it would be quicker for both of us,” She asserted.

So I grabbed my pen and pad and sat in my little recording corner before recording and trying a couple of things. Things weren’t flowing as well so I got Mini to quickly send me the beats so I could loop them to help imagine what lyrics worked best.

After about an hour or two, I had lyrics down for one and a half songs. I took out my headphones with the specific beat on loop and sighed before plopping down on my bed.

All the lyrics didn’t come to me at once and I understood that but sometimes I couldn’t help but feel defeated when I couldn’t get all that I wanted finished in a certain time frame.

“True, look it’s fine, let’s go out and have a little air before we come back to this,” Mini reassured,

“We can go to a cafe and just sit down and have a breather,”.

I nodded and began to pick out some appropriate clothes.

I told Mama where we were headed and kissed her cheek before we walked out the door. Mini and I jogged to the cafe just down the street to my house.

We sat at one of the tables before waving to the server, none other then Zenith. I turned to the drinks menu on the table but Mini was stuck staring at Zeni.

“Mini,” I whispered, I got no response.

“Mini,” I murmur a little louder still no response, so I poked her.

“Hey, what was that for True?” She asked, her eyes in mock anger.

“You were staring,” I laugh.

She turned away from Zenith to look back at me, her dazed look leaving her face.

She grabbed the other menu before glancing through it.

“What are you getting?” She questioned.

“Probably a iced mocha,” I disclosed, “You?”.

“I’m set on some chamomile tea,” She smiled before pausing.

“What?” I ask.

“You know I talk a lot about my love life a lot but I’m not hearing much coming from you,” Mini observed.

“I mean there’s been not much to it since Vincent,” I retort.

“You guys still talking?,” Mini asked with narrowed eyes.

I bowed my head down to appear as if I was looking at the menu again before I muttered a response.

“Sorry, I didn’t quite catch that, can you repeat yourself?” She smirked.

I galnced downwards again before I whispered “A little bit,”.

“Seriousl-“ Mini started before she was cut off by Zenith.

“Hi, can I take your order?” She inquired with a warm welcoming smile on her face, her colourful head wrap gleaming against the colouring of her uniform. Zeni quite literally glowed.

“One iced almond mocha and a chamomile tea,” I confirmed with a small smile on my face. With a nod, Zeni wrote down the order as she walked away from the table to the kitchen window.

And with that me and Mini fell back into conversation, laughing and joking about our carefree lives.

[xaracosmia]

Hiii this is Vivian can you guys update zeni's age for me if you haven't already pwease thank uuuu wish this guy a happy bday for me :3 can't believe his bday is on an inbox day.

zenitsu is now 18!!!! that’s a big one. happy birthday zenitsu

mod yaoi

[m-u-n-c-h-y]

Idk what that cake tastes like, but the pigeons certainly wants a slice!

 Happy Birthday Melon!

[low-po1y-princess]

Good night and merry Christmas yall!!

[biggs-regretti]

Do you know any of the lupin gangs birthday?? Im so confuse ;____;

I do not! and with some searchin’, I realize that since no one really knows their age they can't really specify a birthday for them, sorry!

if anyone has any answers to this questions hmu!

[thisgirllovesherfandoms]

-blows party horn- 🎉🎉

[indulgenthoax]

Kimetsu No Yaiba/ Demon Slayer

What it feels like to be loved by them pt. 1

Tanjirou Kamado, Nezuko Kamado, Inosuke Hashibira, Zenitsu Agatsuma, Kanao Tsuyuri, Genya Shinazugawa

Content - Fluff!!

Warnings - None!

Honeyy’s notes- You guys got this to 100 notes T^T THANK YOU SO MUCH <3

Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4

Tanjirou Kamado <3

That gif explains it all.

Tanjirou’s love is so warm.

He has so much love to give now that his family is in heaven and you are most definitely a big receiver of it.

I have a feeling his love language is acts of service. If you need help cooking/ cleaning/ learning/ hunting/ manual labor/ training, he’s gonna be there and he’s going to ask if you would like a hand with it.

His other love language might be quality time too. Oh my god does he just love being with you!

He’ll sit there with you for hours either quietly or you both will talk about what happened today, exciting or not!

Being loved by Tanjirou is like being in the perfect position in bed at the perfect temperature.

His love very much is wavy if it makes any sense.

He will always be super passionate about your relationship but it differs on how aggressively he shows it.

If he’s being super aggressive? He’ll want to spend loads of time together, be it training, walking, or hell he’ll find a way to stay with you for 12 hours maybe even 24 hours of the day.

If he’s less aggressive (possibly busy) hand holding, little smiles.

He would 100% sit with you and just daydream about you and him together. What will your future together be like? Making up random scenarios in his head or, remembering something sweet you did for him that just blew his heart out of his chest.

No matter what or who you are, if Tanjirou fell in love with you he would just love you unconditionally. No if’s, and’s, but’s about it.

Nezuko Kamado <3

Nezuko’s love would be really gentle and sentimental.

Nezuko’s love is like holding hands while on a walk with someone you love.

She gives you sweet smiles, soft hand brushes, and comforting hugs.

Nezuko’s love language seems like gift giving and quality time. (like her brother.)

She doesn’t really express her love verbally as much as she does with small physical things.

You have a favorite flower and you told her about it with excitement? Darn right if she sees that flower randomly, in a store or in the wild, she will pick it and keep it safe until she can present it to you.

She will remember the small things about you. Favorite color. Hot or cold? Favorite food. The way you like things organized.

With quality time for her she likes to go out and do stuff with you. Expect to go into town and look at shops, laugh together, and eat tasty food.

She wants to make a lot of memories with you.

I have to add SHE LOVES HAVING HER HAIR PLAYED WITH/ PLAYING WITH YOURS

Sit there and pat/ stroke her head? She’ll literally melt!!

Inosuke Hashibira <3

Inosuke’s love feels exactly like nailing something you worked hard on.

That sense of just elation, happiness, and mix of adrenaline is exactly whats directed at you 24/7.

No Inosuke will not remember anniversary dates. (Maybe not your birthday either unless its written down.)

This gremlin (Endearingly) will show off for you so hard.

“Look at this sick ass rock pile I made!” “Come watch me lift up that entire fallen dead tree!”

Getting big time words of affirmation/ physical touch love language from this dude.

Tell him his mask is amazing? He will 100% say he knows but then yknow what? Hes gonna say he likes your cool ass outfit.

Feel like he’d yell out aggressive love affirmations. “YOU’RE AMAZING DAMNIT.”

As for physical touch, have you not experienced his amazing senses? He wants to feel your vibrations man.

His hand? Probably around your bicep. Loves hugs. Mostly ones that squeeze the life out of you though.

If he’s feeling really cool and accomplished he’ll be loud about it. And if you’re feeling the same way and he notices you aren’t being loud? He’ll be loud for you.

He wants to share his spot light with you. (Not all the time. But most of it.)

Zenitsu Agatsuma <3

Zenitsu’s love is like being told, by that person, that they love to listen to you talk, and could for hours and hours.

Being loved by Zenitsu is just having someone totally enamored with you.

Zenitsu will tell you cool stories that he’s picked up from his trips.

He wants to make you laugh until you’re crying. He loves the sound of your voice.

He’ll tell stories, yes, but, he will also listen to anything you have to say. Maybe not to take in what you’re saying but just to hear you.

Zenitsu wants you to think he’s just as cool as he thinks you are.

Definitely a words of affirmation/ gift giving boy.

He loves you sooooo much and he wants you to know you’re so attractive and that you’re cool, funny, and just the best person ever.

HE WILL TOTALLY BUY YOU TRINKETS WHEN HE COMES BACK FROM A MISSION!!

Will buy you a charm that made him think of you.

He wants to hold your hand but he gets nervous so he’ll stick with just walking next to you.

(He will accidentally trip over YOUR feet though cause he’ll walk a bit too close.)

Kanao Tsuyuri <3

I would explain Kanao’s love for you, funny enough, like a butterfly. It fits her so well. Very soft and feels like a butterflies wings gently brushing your heart.

Her and Nezuko have similar love vibes tbh.

Kanao is probably a bit awkward when it comes to expressing her love publicly.

With her background she definitely stutters when it comes towards love in general I think.

Love language definitely acts of service and gift giving.

She will probably do something small for you that helps you out so much! And she’ll make it small enough that no one else makes a big fuss out of it.

She wants you to be comfy and happy! (She just might not say it out loud)

As for gift giving? Just like nezuko. She will totally remember all those small things about you.

One time she got you the comfiest shirt ever and now you wear it to bed 24/7.

Will sit there quietly with you as you perform your hobby.

She would probably enjoy it a lot if you told her a story that you thought was entertaining.

She just loves seeing you smile so much, it makes her so warm.

(Currently wheeping cause only angry Genya has been animated T^T. The boy is just sad af guys I promise he’s the best!!)

Genya Shinazugawa <3

Genya’s love would start off shakey cause he’s awkward and super uncertain. Boy has been super neglected of love for a lot of his life ever since he was young.

Just give him time!! Ones he knows for sure you actually love him? He wants to cherish every moment with you.

Being loved by Genya is like someone holding you in a hug, and then they squeeze just a little bit more and then its like the best hug ever.

Genya is very much a quality time love language person with a hint of words of affirmation. (if he can get it out of his mouth.)

The more time you spend with him the more he will just be the sweetest person ever.

I have a big feeling you’ll need to do something when you hangout. Like art maybe weaving. Anything that you can sit quietly and do.

Finally comfortable around you? He will totally tell you he loves you. You mean so much to him.

He will cherish tf out of the time you spend together.

Memories made with you is his favorite thing to do.

GENYA IS BIG BOY SO HE WILL PICK UP HEAVY STUFF FOR YOU IF YOU CAN’T ON YOUR OWN!!

Guys omg. I hope you like it. Kimetsu no Yaiba/ Demon Slayer has such a big spot in my heart. I am super sleepy after writing this though cause it kinda got late 👉👈. Any doodle. Hope yall liked it!

-Honeyy

[simplysimpingsimp]

Congratulations to Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba for being the only series with Zenitsu in it and Happy birthday to baby boy Zeni <3 the edit was made by me during my stats class (; sorry prof! I understood most of the lesson, don’t worry TT

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🌻Birthday wishes

Zenitsu x fem!Reader

Pronouns: she/her

TW: none

Set in modern times <3!

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Zenitsu whimpered, he’d woken up alone. He propped himself up on his forearms, golden eyes scanning the room for any trace of her. Y/n would usually be beside him, gently shaking him awake so that he wouldn’t be late to his school lectures or just so that he would get out of bed in general.

“Where could she be?” He questioned as he cupped his face with his hands, knees tucked into his chest.

He looked at his phone beside him, maybe she called or left a message.

Zenitsu grabbed a hold of it, pressing the home button only to see game, school and email notifications and his Lock Screen picture of Y/n on their most recent date.

He smiled sadly at the sight. She looked so beautiful illuminated by the golden city lights in the dark sky. That cheery smile on her face that made his heart flutter and cheeks warm.

He sighed softly as he got out of bed, and got ready for the day. Zenitsu looked around the apartment they shared and found no sign of her.

It was as if she vanished, but he felt some relief from his panic at the sight of her phone, keys and wallet not in their usual spot.

“Maybe she had an exam to take…” he murmured to himself, tears threatening to fall from his eyes.

He reached for his phone in his pocket and dialed her number.

“Hello?” Her voice resounded

“N/n!!! Y-“ he was about to continue until he heard the sound of his own laugh.

“Sorry! N/n is busy taking care of me right now,” Zenitsu heard his own voice speak loudly.

“I’ll call back soon! Ze-Zenitsu don’t do that!” He heard the sound of her laugh begin until it got cut off by the dial and beep.

He sighed and hung up, canceling the voicemail.

Soft steps and knocking filled his ears and he practically floated to the door expecting Y/n to be behind it. He flung it open but was met with the sight of Tanjiro’s smiling face with a box in his hands and Inosuke holding a gift bag.

“Happy birthday Zenitsu!” Tanjiro spoke excitedly as he handed him the box.

“Happy birthday Monitsu,” Inosuke spoke proudly as he pushed the bag into his chest, “I got you the best present by the way!”

Zenitsu’s large smile dropped into a smaller one. He had forgotten his own birthday. His hands took a hold of the two gifts from his friends as he placed them on a chair nearby.

Tanjiro and Inosuke looked at each other and nodded, a mischievous smile on both their faces as Inosuke dragged Zenitsu along and away from his home with Tanjiro following behind after securing the apartment door with its lock.

Zenitsu screamed and flailed his arms around as Inosuke threw him over his shoulder and carried him until he shoved him into the back seat of Tanjiro’s car.

“WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH BOTH OF YOU?!?!” The golden eyed young man yelled as Tanjiro drove away from the parking lot, a laugh escaping his lips as Inosuke crossed his arm proudly.

The pair drove him around the city treating Zenitsu to snacks and whatever things he wanted.

“Have any of you heard from Y/n?” Zenitsu asked, his voice saddened and gaze downcast as he walked in between Tanjiro and Inosuke.

Inosuke and Tanjiro glanced at each other. Tanjiro placed a hand on Zenitsu’s shoulder, his voice soft, “I haven’t heard from her today. But don’t worry! I’m sure she’s just fine.”

“Yeah there’s no way anyone would think of bothering her aside from those dudes that circle her,” Inosuke laughed as he placed a hand on his free shoulder.

It clicked in his head.

“AHHHHHHHHHHH,” Zenitsu screamed as he gripped his hair, earning the stares of other people.

“Y/N IS ALL BY HERSELF WITH NO ONE TO PROTECT HER!!! QUICK WE HAVE TO GO SAVE HER FROM THOSE CREEPS THAT LOOK AT HER,” he yelled, tears brimming his eyes and a reddened tint on his cheeks as he gripped onto Tanjiro’s shirt.

A disturbed look formed on Tanjiro’s and Inosuke’s face as they watched his panicked state.

“DONT LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT!” He whined loudly.

Tanjiro took a quick glance at his phone, a smile on his face. He nodded in Inosuke’s direction, mouthing discretely, ‘it's go time’.

Inosuke understood as he threw Zenitsu over his shoulder again, a loud laugh erupting from the green eyed young man as he and Tanjiro began to run in the direction of where he had parked the car.

It was dark out, the sky becoming a smokey midnight blue and purple with faint gray string like clouds blocking the light of the emerging stars. Zenitsu gripped onto the head cushion of Tanjiro’s seat as he urged him to drive faster.

Inosuke reached behind him, tying a blindfold across Zenitsu’s eyes.

“WHAT THE HELL INOSUKE?!?” Zenitsu screeched as he was about to remove the blindfold.

“IF YOU TAKE IT OFF IM TELLING Y/N THAT EMBARRASSING THING YOU DID WHEN YOU WERE IN MIDDLE SCHOOL!” Inosuke threatened loudly, matching the volume of Zenitsu’s screams.

A loud crying sound erupted from Zenitsu, “DONT TELL HER!”

It was a miracle that Tanjiro was driving perfectly, his poor ears were getting destroyed by the two velociraptor-like screeches and screaming battle occurring on either side of him.

Zenitsu’s cries became soft whimpers as he heard the car come to a stop. Inosuke helped him out and carried him up the stairs.

Soft music filled his ears as they approached the front door. Inosuke set him down, Tanjiro’s soft knocks on the door resounded. The door opened quietly, quiet enough to not even reach his ears.

The trio stepped into the apartment, a warm ambience and the scent of vanilla filled the air.

He felt a familiar pair of hands reach behind his head, gently untying the blindfold. His eye sight adjusting to the sight of Y/n with minimal make up and in the sun yellow dress he had given her, a yellow flower crown on her head.

“Happy birthday Zeni,” her voice was soft and sweet, making his heart pound against his chest.

The apartment had been decorated with yellow and orange balloons floating and littering the ground. Star shaped streamers hung from the ceiling with golden fairy lights trickling down. A beautiful yellow frosted cake sat in the middle of the table with his favorite meal ready to be served.

“Thank you guys,” Y/n spoke happily as they nodded with happy smiles on their faces. She handed them both goody bags and elegantly packed food as they had agreed upon in their deal.

Tanjiro and Inosuke high fived each other as they quietly left, Tanjiro closing the door behind him.

“I’m sorry for making you worry,” she spoke sheepishly with a light blush, “Tanjiro was keeping me updated throughout the day.”

He remained quiet for a second.

“Zenitsu?” She questioned softly as her hand found its way to his cheek.

He pulled her into a tight hug, his cries filling her ears, “WAAAAAHHH!! N/N YOURE TOO SWEET! AN ANGEL! A GODDESS! A BEAUTIFUL GODDESS! EVERYTHING! I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU,” he nuzzled his cheek into her head as he cried.

She laughed softly as she returned the embrace, an arm gently wrapping around his neck while her other hand wiped away his streaming tears, “No crying,” her voice sweetly spoke.

“Happy birthday Zeni, I’m so happy that I got to celebrate your birthday with you even though it’s a little late. I just wanted it to be a good one for you,” her thumb gently caressing his cheek.

His hand enveloped hers, “It’s already the best one, because you’re here with me,” his voice adorably soft as the cute floral aura seemingly formed around him.

She felt her face warm, “I love you Zenitsu. I hope to spend a lot more birthdays with you.”

“I love you too Y/n,” he brought his face closer to hers.

Unconsciously, they pressed their lips together in a kiss. His kiss was soft and adorable as the warmth from his face radiated onto her skin. The softness of her lips left him feeling gushy and bubbly as he felt her arms around him.

They pulled away from the kiss, both their faces reddened.

“Well let’s go eat, birthday boy!” She mused happily as she guided him to the dinner table.

They ate dinner happily chatting away about Zenitsu’s whole trip with Y/n apologizing for tricking him and having Inosuke be the muscle of the gang.

She stood and came back with matches to the light the candles on the cake she had made for him. Carefully she lit each one, a soft smile on her face as she glanced and saw the happy expression on Zenitsu’s face.

“Make a wish Zeni,” she spoke softly as she got her camera to take pictures of him beautifully illuminated by the warm candle light.

He closed his eyes as a soft smile formed on his lips, wishing in his mind,

“I hope that one day you’ll marry me and that I can always make you happy, because I love you Y/n.”

It was one of his best birthdays.

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ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ ᴢᴇɴɪᴛsᴜ 09.03! ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ғᴇᴇʟ ғʀᴇᴇ

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ʏᴀʟʟ sᴏᴏɴ <3

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[softguarnere]

Like An Echo (Like More Than)

The Sleep Paralysis Demon in the Kitchen

Shifty Powers x ofc (modern/college!au)

Summary: The next morning she finds an empty chip bag in the garbage can while Bill is making breakfast. She doesn’t say anything. Partly because Bill is in the middle of a story, and partly because she’s not entirely sure how to tell her best friend that she thinks a sleep paralysis demon is eating their snacks.

A/N: Happy Birthday Zenie! As promised, here's some modern au shenanigans in honor of the oc who's been living rent free in my mind for almost a year now 🫶🏼 And thank you to the wonderful @liebgotts-lovergirl for bouncing this idea around with me!

Warnings: none

Taglist: @liebgotts-lovergirl @latibvles @liebgotts-lovergirl @ithinkabouttzu @lieutenant-speirs

It’s been a long time since Zenie had to label which food in the fridge belonged to her. Matthew used to scrawl Matt across anything and everything while Marilyn printed her name in neatly looping cursive. Mama always insisted that they print their first names since there had been so many arguments over who had put the letter M on what. Zenie was always able to get away with putting a simple Z on her leftovers – the one upside of having the least important letter of the alphabet to herself.

She stopped doing it when her siblings finished high school and went off to college. That was around the time that it became obvious that maybe the McGlamery siblings hadn’t been taking each other’s food despite the bold Sharpie letters and the threatening messages claiming the contents of the containers were poisonous. Their father had been the culprit all along. And unfortunately for her, she was stuck sharing a house with him. So if Zenie had something really good, she just started hiding it in the fridge’s lowest drawer and burying it under foods that he didn’t like. Out of sight, out of mind.

Now, looking into the fridge and finding an empty space where she knows she left her takeout leftovers last night, she’s starting to question if she needs to break out a marker and start labeling everything that belongs to her.

She always assumed that as a fellow youngest sibling, Bill would feel her pain. There are only two of them in the apartment. If he wanted some of her leftovers, he could have at least asked. They’re the only two living in this apartment; it’s not like there’s anyone else to blame.

She doesn’t have time to think about that now, though. All she can do is grab one of his protein drinks in retaliation and head off to class.

The apartment she shares with Bill is just like any other – small. It’s a good thing that they’ve become such close friends, otherwise the lack of privacy might have made things awkward. Now the close proximity presents her with an upside: she can pay careful attention and make sure that Bill doesn’t take her food again.

Because the more she thinks about it, the more she’s willing to let this first offense go. She’ll only say something if he does it again. And based on the pause in his story and the confused furrow of his brows as he leans into the fridge to take out one of his protein drinks, she can tell that he was not expecting a retaliation. She’s evened up the score.

“So this Babe,” Zenie prompts, trying to hide her satisfied smile. “He your new best friend or something?”

Bill leans back from the fridge, shaking his head as he removes one of his drinks. He gives it one more confused look before he turns his attention back to his story. “Hmm? What, you worried about bein’ replaced or somethin’?”

She’s always worried about being replaced, but she’s not about to tell him that. Instead, she shrugs. “Just curious about when I can meet your new shadow, that’s all.”

Bill doesn’t mention the lack of protein drinks. “I dunno. Like I said, we met in that drama class that I’m takin’ for my art credit. Turns out we grew up near each other. We hit it off. Now we hang out sometimes.” He nods, satisfied with his explanation. “I think you’d like him, actually. He’s come over a few times, but it seems like you’re never around. He’s got some crappy roommates, so I told him he could crash here if he ever needs to.”

He must come over on Wednesdays. Those are the days when Zenie meets up with Shifty – something no one knows about and something that no one needs to know about. She bites the inside of her cheek to keep herself from smiling at the thought of their shared secret. Her friend doesn’t need to know about her romantic escapades . . . yet.

When she feels confident that she won’t smile and give herself away, Zenie shrugs again. “Maybe I’ll run into him soon.”

“Let’s hope,” Bill says, giving her the sort of mischievous look that she’s come to learn mean that he has something on his mind. He nods, more to himself then to her when he repeats, “I think you’d like him.”

There’s a psychology major in one of her language classes. Lewis Nixon. They’ve talked a few times while waiting for class to start. Now, Zenie wonders if they’ve spoken enough to fill the necessary prerequisites of small talk so that she can jump to a bigger, more personal question: are sleepwalking and sleep paralysis genetic?

Marilyn used to sleepwalk. Sometimes Zenie would wake up to find her moving about their shared room moving things and muttering to herself, almost always about finding some assignment she was convinced she had misplaced and needed to find before school the next morning. On those nights, Zenie could guide her sister back to bed and hope she would stay there so that they could both sleep. But Marilyn also sometimes complained about waking up feeling frozen and seeing things she couldn’t quite explain in their room. That idea terrified Zenie to no end, so they didn’t talk about it much.

Now though, Zenie wonders if maybe she also inherited some of whatever caused Marilyn to see those things. Because a rustling noise is pulling her from the clutches of sleep, and when she cracks her eyes and squints toward the kitchen in the dim light of the tv screen, she swears she sees someone standing in front of the fridge eating chips.

Bill is asleep on the other end of the couch, seemingly unbothered by it. He’s a pretty light sleeper. If this isn’t waking him, then maybe it’s just a figment of her imagination. Besides, they fell asleep on the couch trying to watch a movie. There was probably an ad for chips somewhere in there that slid into her subconscious. 

She brushes it off and goes back to sleep.

The next morning she finds an empty chip bag in the garbage can while Bill is making breakfast. She doesn’t say anything. Partly because Bill is in the middle of a story, and partly because she’s not entirely sure how to tell her best friend that she thinks a sleep paralysis demon is eating their snacks.

She confides in Shifty instead. Because if you can’t tell your secret boyfriend about that kind of thing, then who can you tell?

“Sleep paralysis demon?” That little crease that Zenie loves so much appears between Shifty’s eyebrows as he thinks it over, just like it always does when he’s really concentrating. “I think I’ve heard Skinny talk about that kind of thing. Can’t say I’ve ever seen one myself, though.”

“My sister’s used to terrify her,” Zenie says. “But this was just, like, a guy. Standing there. Eating our chips.”

The crease on Shifty’s forehead deepens. “And the chips were really gone?”

When Zenie nods, he sighs and reaches across the table to take her hand. He’s unsure what to do or say, but at least he can try to offer her some form of comfort. Even if they’re in the middle of a café and run the risk of getting caught.

“Do you think maybe . . . someone is breakin’ in and stealin’ your food?”

The thought is somehow even more terrifying than a figment of her mind taking the Cool Ranch Doritos. She shudders.

“Sorry,” Shifty apologizes, squeezing her hand. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

Zenie tries to smile. “It’s fine. Something in my own head just seemed a lot more manageable than a robber who seems to have a thing for my leftovers.”

Shifty nods. “Yeah. City livin’ takes some gettin’ used to.” He lowers his voice and makes a point of looking conspiratorially over both shoulders, like he’s worried that someone might be spying on them. It makes Zenie giggle. “And these people think us country folk are the strange ones!”

When they’ve finished their coffee and pastries and are about to part ways, they hug, just like they always do. Shifty squeezes her tight and it makes her feel safe.

“You know,” he whispers. “If you don’t feel safe, you can always come spend the night at my place.”

With her face pressed into his shoulder, she wonders if he can feel the heat that rushes to her cheeks when he suggests it. Shifty, offering to protect her. She could kiss him right here in front of everyone and blow their cover.

A Kind Bar she was saving. Roughly a fourth of her secret stash of chocolate for cramps. Some of Bill’s Taco Bell leftovers – though oddly enough, he never mentions it. A banana. Carrot sticks and hummus. And at one point, the Digornio Pizza they keep in the back of the freezer as a just in case.

She actually witnesses that one. She gets up in the middle of the night for some water and comes face to face with the man – or demon, because the jury is technically still out on that one – sitting on their counter and eating it hot out of the oven. They freeze when they see each other. Neither says anything. Zenie does an about-face and books it back to her room, where she locks the door and hides under the blankets for the rest of the night, still thirsty.

Her throat is dry and she’s so exhausted that she ends up cancelling her usual plans with Shifty so that she can go home and nap. And when she feels a little better, she’s going to talk to Bill about getting a new lock for their door. Because although she didn’t find the pizza box in the trash the next morning, she’s tired of having all the food disappear, and she no longer cares if she sounds insane when she admits to what she’s been seeing.

There are voices coming from the apartment when Zenie stumbles in. Bill appears in an instant, looking part confused and part happy.

“Thought it was you,” he says. “Thought I’d come check.”

“Thank you,” Zenie says.

Checking who was home and the methods for doing so were something that they had to work out after they became friends and moved in together. Bill comes from a large family and has spent most of his life calling out “who’s there?!” or yelling out the name of whoever he thinks has just walked in. Zenie, meanwhile, quickly learned that having her friend make sure it was her by yelling out her name was enough to make the oxygen leave the room and the walls close in. Turns out that years of having her father yell people’s names from the other room whenever he was upset really did a number on her. Long story short, now Bill rushes to the door to make sure that it’s Zenie entering the apartment and not a robber. The last bit is a little ironic, considering the circumstances.

“You look tired.”

“Exhausted. I’m gonna go take a nap.” Then she’ll talk to him about the locks. And maybe apologize for privately accusing him of stealing her leftovers while she’s at it. She can always buy him a new protein drink.

“Hey, real fast –“ Bill motions for her to follow him into the living room. She does, even though her bed is calling her name. “ – got someone I wantcha to meet. Zenie, this is Babe.”

“Hi, nice to – “ The boy’s voice putters out the second that he and Zenie catch sight of each other. His eyes go wide. Zenie can’t be exactly sure what her face does. Based on the reactions of Bill and this Babe fellow, it can’t be good.

No, not Babe. Or, yes, Babe, but more importantly, the figure who she’s been catching in the kitchen eating all their food!

The words tumble from Zenie’s sleep-deprived mind to her mouth before she can stop them. “My sleep paralysis demon?”

Babe’s face turns as red as his hair. He must grapple for words for a second, because his mouth opens and closes several times.

Bill beats him to the punch. “Your what?” He moves an accusatory finger between them. “Have you guys met before?”

“Oh, we’ve more than met,” Zenie says. “This guy owes me a pizza, a bag of chips, and basically a week’s worth of my groceries!”

Even though she’s caught him sitting on the counter eating pizza in the middle of the night, Babe can’t look Zenie in the eye. He scratches the back of his neck and cringes as he says to Bill, “I think maybe I should return that spare key you gave me.”  

[shra-vasti]

LEE SEOKMIN

Series : To all the boys

Pairing : Lee Seokmin x reader

Type : non idol au, ex-lovers au

Genre : angst, drama, fluff, romance

Warnings : Italics = past

Word count : 1k approx

Synopsis : You decided to write some letters to every boy who was a part of your past as your last message after getting diagnosed with chronical disease.

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A sigh escaped Seokmin's lips as he stared at the letters in his hands, he put them on his chest staring at the ceiling. He was happy to hear about you, he always thought about you but never in the world he ever thought about how you felt all this time.

He wanted to beat himself up, how he didn't notice that you were getting hurt too. He swears he didn't want to but he did too in the end.

He chuckled bitterly at the memory of his last birthday, when he was still together with Seuji, she threw a big birthday party at a resort and had planned the trip for 2 days.

He remembered his breath hitching when he saw your unsaved phone number displayed on his phone at 2am, at that time Seuji was laying beside him, in his arms.

He picked up the phone to not give her any suspicion and pretended to not know you.

"Hello? Seokmin?"

"Yes, who's this?"

"You don't remember my voice?"

"I'm sorry I couldn't."

"It's y/n."

"Why did you call?"

"....to wish you happy birthday ofcourse."

"......."

"I can't call?"

"No you can't I'm sorry, wrong number."

"Oh, okay I'm sorry."

Seokmin couldn't lie for shit, he knew it and you did too. How terrible, cause Seuji didn't even ask him about the so called wrong number much which made him think if she really knew him like you did.

He regretted treating you like that, but he was someone who would do anything to save up his relationship. At that time you were his past and Seuji his present and he had already hurt you before, he couldn't think of putting you before her not when she had done so many things for him.

How different things were now compared to a year ago. Now Seuji was with someone else, how did she even managed to move on from him so fast.

Even you waited for nearly half a year before finally getting into another relationship and that too when you came to know that he was talking with someone, Seuji, that you finally decided to move on.

He shook his head, he shouldn't compare you to anyone else. You were your own person. He thought seriously as to why you would send him a letter after 5 years of breakup.

You never really did things spontaneously, your each and every habit had a solid reason behind it but he couldn't think about any of it, not when he didn't even knew how you have been from the past years.

He wanted to crawl back to you as soon as he came back from his post breakup trauma, but it felt like he was just coming back to you because he was hurt and needed consolation.

You mean much more than that to him. He heard from Zeny, Andie and Jane that you've been happy and content in your life and hence he didn't think it wad necessary for him, someone from your past, to come back in your life to bring back memories which you certainly didn't want to entertain.

He folded the letters and kept them in a safe place away from his family's eyes and reach, he remembered his mother asking him why you had abruptly stopped visiting her and he had to take few deep breaths to confess that he was the one who asked you to stop visiting his house and stay away from anything related to him in general.

His mother scolded him a lot cause she genuinely liked him being in your company but he couldn't tell her that Seuji threw a fit at him in front of all of his friends and forced him to ask you to get out of his life completely or she would break up with him.

After reading the letters, he realized that he wasn't the only one suffering after all this time. He always thought you were living a good life but now he regrets it, to think you had it easy.

"I'm sorry."

He whispered, sitting on the edge of his bed with heavy breaths. His heart pained, but he wasn't sure whether it was because of you finally reaching out to him and telling your point of view which ultimately lead his past memories to resurface or it was because he didn't knew the reason of your sudden confession.

He closed his eyes as he prayed to god to keep you healthy and keep your mind at ease, he wasn't feeling good and the only thing in his mind was you. So he prayed for you.

"I'll always love you."

[alonelytinywriter]

Oh Hush You

touya-is-dabi said to alonelytinywriter:

Heyy if I send an ask for some Zeni x Dabi thirst is that allowed? Take it as far as you see fit. The thirstier the better . . . I need some Jealous dabi in my life. So maybe make shigiraki flirt with Zeni or something?

I got chu doll! I hope you like it as much as I liked writing it. Lots of love <3 <3

Warnings: There be soft smut here, Dabi being a soft guy, even if he is kinda a twat for a itty bitty, bitty bit . . . and then Dabi being a not so soft guy if you get the idea! Cursing, Jealousy, soft! Dabi . . . Enjoy!

Dabi / Zeni Devi ~ Lovely baby of @touya-is-dabi​

Playlist - Love Songs, Drug Songs - X Ambassadors

Name: Zeni Devi ~ Birthday: December 6 ~ Age: 21 ~ Hair Color: White ~ Eye Color: Sea-foam Green ~ Gender: Female ~ Height: 5’4’’ ~ Quirk: Permafrost ~ Occupation: LOV Member

Appearance:

Zeni is five foot four, but everyone comments on the way she seems taller in the same way that ballerinas do, with a long neck and willowy limbs, although not many ballerina’s would have hundreds of freckles scattered across their body, nor piercings in places such as their tongue or belly button. She is slender with long legs and long bright white hair and deep azure roots - which grows blue naturally only a few inches away from her scalp - and large sea foam green eyes surrounded by thick lashes that curl and seem to brush against her cheeks when she blinks. If one were asked to describe her, they would say that she was bright and radiant, like her face was truly alive, despite the sour attitude she might show those around her. ~ She typically dresses in jeans and sweaters or coats, and always wears boots, in which she keeps small weapons hidden for when her quirk becomes to much to handle in battle. Due to the nature of her Quirk, Zeni commonly looks as if she is ready to take a trip into the snow - even during the middle of the summer - and her quirk causes the skin around her fingers, elbows, knees and ankles to constantly feel chapped. The band-aids she uses to cover the cracks and sores have steadily grown more and more ridiculous over the years and she currently goes out of her way to find the most brightly colored Hello Kitty band-aids whenever she can . . . if only to annoy Dabi, not that he needs to know that.

Quirk: Permafrost ~ Zeni’s Quirk allows her to replace her bodily fluids (spit, tears, sweat, etc.) with liquid nitrogen, allowing her to use it as both defence and weapon during attacks and missions with the LOV. The longer Zeni actively uses the power, the stronger the liquid nitrogen becomes. If Zeni over uses this Quirk, a layer of frostbite begins to seep across her skin and lungs, freezing any natural moister in its way, and due to the nature of the Quirk, her body is constantly freezing, and crying can become a horror for her as the liquid nitrogen will turn to dry ice and she’ll begin crying blood because dry ice blocks her tear glands. The only way Zeni is able to combat against the drawbacks of this Quirk is by warming up, though she finds it very hard to do so.

Power - 5/5 ~ Speed - 3/5 ~ Technique - 4/5 ~ Intelligence - 6/6 (S) ~ Cooperativeness - 1/5

Oh Hush You

~ “This isn’t right! You shouldn’t be winning! It isn’t fair! Isn’t fair! Isn’t fair!” Rolling her eyes, Zeni continued to skid her fingertips across the buttons to the controller of her Switch, even while Shigaraki tried to elbow her into messing up. “How are you winning?”

~ “I already told you that you should just do what I’m doing. It’s not like anyone actually knows how to use her yet. Everyone else is gonna be button mashing too.” Zeni laughed as she watched Shigariki’s character fly from the screen once again and snickered, racing after the dropped power-up.

~ “I am not mashing the buttons.”

~ The power up pushed Shiggy’s character from the platform once again and Zeni watched as the screen flashed GAME OVER again. “Well, then, you’re going to keep on loosing.”

~ “ . . . Shut . . . Up.”

~ And so it continued, and even though it was well past three in the morning, neither Zeni nor Shiggy were willing to set their game consoles down, and one game turned into five then thirty, and then they lost count and it became a challenge to see who would come out on top. Even though Zeni found Shigaraki annoying at the best of times, it was nice to relax and fight in a way that wouldn’t end in bloodshed but in laughter instead. And Dabi was away on a mission, so it wasn’t like she had anything better to do without him there. She knew it was getting late, but she wanted to wait for him to arrive, wanted to be there to greet him when he came through the doors. What she didn’t want to do was fall asleep with her head on Shigaraki’s lap. Specifically not long enough that she would still be in that position when Dabi came home.

~ That was the only explanation Zeni could come with with, eyes wide open as she stared around the empty room. Shiggy was still asleep up above her, his breath steady, completely unaffected by whatever it was that had woken Zeni from her sleep. Maybe it had been Twice, Zeni mused, as she forced Shigaraki awake and directed him to his bedroom so he wouldn’t bitch at anyone when they started coming into the room in the morning. Turning the television off, Zeni yawned and began to make her way to her room wondering if Dabi had made it to the base yet.

~ The question was answered for her as she walked past the hallway leading to Dabi’s door and she could hear him cursing and tossing things in his room. It seemed strange, that Dabi hadn’t woke her when he arrive home, that he hadn’t let her know how the mission had gone. And why was he locked in his room, clearly breaking one thing after another? He doesn’t even pause the first time she knocks, or the second or third. It’s not until she literally slams her hands against the door, rattling it in its frame, that Dabi’s rant inside the room seems to calm.

~ Red light filtered into the hallway when Dabi throws the door open, and his glowering stare is nearly enough to make Zeni shrink back. “What’s your problem? Why didn’t you tell me you where back?” Dabi continued to stare down at her for a moment before scoffing. “Why don’t you just go on, huh?”

~ . . . “What did you just say to me?” Zeni has never had problems laying hands on people to get her way, and when her hands land on his chest the steam the rises nearly creates a cloud that neither can see through. “What is your fucking problem Dabi?” “Not a fucking thing!” Rubbing her eyes, Zeni laughed. “Yeah, try again. You’re acting like a jerk. What did the mission not go well? Did you not get to show off or something?”

~ “Why don’t you just go to sleep, Ze.” “Because I’m not tired.” Breathing heavily, the two stare at each other for a long moment. His room wasn’t trashed, Zeni realized once she looked away. Sure, there was a broken lamp against the far wall, and she was pretty sure she could smell smoke, which meant something had been on fire at some point. “Fine, you’re not tired? Then why don’t you go talk to Shigaraki, since you’re such good friends?” He doesn’t even finish his sentence before he throws himself down onto his bed, mumbling into the pillows about how he was tired, so if she didn’t mind, he was going to be going to bed.

~ Zeni couldn’t believe it. How dare he? What an ass! Huffing, she slammed her way from the room. Who did he think he was, talking to her like that? He never talked like that before so why would he . . .

~ The door was still open and she was able to slip in soundlessly, the thick socks on her feet covering any sound of her footsteps when she moved to stand next to his bed, but Dabi does startle when she throws herself onto the bed. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Her lips were on his neck when she answered, but the words were soft and Dabi nearly didn’t hear her as she threw the question back at him instead of properly answering. He wasn’t happy about it, and he tried to show her by shoving her from the bed, away from him, but she straddles his waist and frowns down at him while her hair creates an snowy curtain around them.

~ “I figured it out, you know. What woke me up earlier. It was you, wasn’t it? You didn’t get jealous because I was asleep with Shiggy, did you?” His Quirk flaring to life at his fingertips was answer enough and Zeni laughed, quickly putting out the flames with her own Quirk. “You’re joking right? You’re jealous of crusty, musty Shiggy?” He denies it of course but Zeni can’t help herself - “You are so! You’re so jealous I can see your eyes turning green!”

~ Growling, Dabi flips them over and straddles her the same way she was him just a instant before, his voice gravel as he tells her over and over that she is his, and no one else could have her. To Zeni, it shouldn’t have even been a question, but to Dabi it seemed a mantra he needed to repeat again and again, even as they rolled and fought to be on top, lips and teeth marking necks and exposed collar bones, flames and frost flashing to counter one or the other. “You were jealous.” Zeni scoffed lightly, her breathing coming in short panting gasps as Dabi’s teeth continued to scrap across her skin. “You were mad that I was asleep with Shiggy -”

~ “You belong to me.” Dabi snarled. “Maybe if you weren’t getting so chummy with Shigaraki, this wouldn’t be a problem. I wouldn’t have gotten so fucking -” Zeni cuts him off with her lips, her fingers threaded through his hair as steam rises from their mouths, the heat so intense, Zeni wondered if kissing the sun would feel similar. Her shirt was gone between one breath and the next, and so was Dabi’s. Their hands were not soft as they felt each other, their teeth sharp against the others skin. “You know I only want you.”

~ Steam fogged the windows and mirror above the dresser, and their clothes were scattered around the room when Dabi finally entered Zeni in one sharp thrust, groaning her name like a payer. He’s not gentle by any means, and deep down Zeni knew that he wouldn’t be when she walked back into the room and instigated this. Moaning into his mouth, she felt her hips begin to rock against his, her fingers threading through his hair. The sounds of flesh slapping against flesh filled the air, bleeding into the steam throughout the room with the sweet scent of burnt sugar and caramel. “You’re mine, you know that. Mine and only mine, Ze.”

~ “I know. I know. I know.” Zeni threw her head back, nails scrambling for purchase against Dabi’s back, as she felt the coil within her tighten. Dabi’s growls softened to a hum when he moves to palm a handful of her ass, his hips jerking when she pulses around him in response. “Dabi, Dabi - please, Dabi -” Dabi groans, whispering quite words of nonsense into her ear as he finds his thrusts growing shorter, filled with purpose as he chased their high together. Zeni looked as if she were a goddess in the darkness of his room, and her tits, heavy and perfectly sized for her body, bounced with each rantic thrust.“Dabi, Dabi, Dabi -”

~ “Mine.” Dabi growled as he felt her fluttering around him, her back arching from the bed as he was thrown over the edge as well, his nails carving into the slope of her spine as he forced her closer. “You’re mine.”

[todayfamousbirthdays]

All the best on your special day! Zeny Leyva (Movie Actress), 34 years old. A simple celebration, a gathering of friends; here wishing you great happiness and a joy that never ends. https://ift.tt/3hmRxmt

[thnderblade]

I hope it’s okay if I send in a headcanon I have! I headcanon that since Zenitsu was abandoned as a baby, he doesn’t know his true birthdate. Instead, he says it’s September 3rd because that’s the day Jigoro took him in 💖💖 I love Zenitsu so so so much all I want is all the happiness in the world for him aaaaah

hello, anon! c: it’s more than okay. in fact, i think it’s a lovely headcanon!!! while i do see september as his actual birthday ( because virgo zeni is my favorite thing ) this can very well be applied as well and i’d love to implement it into my canon. and same, i love zenitsu too so i’m glad you seem to come here for the good zenitsu content! i’ll try not to disappoint~ tysm, i hope you have a lovely day / night. 🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡