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What is a ghost? A tragedy condemned to repeat itself time and time again? An instant of pain perhaps. Something dead which still seems to be alive. An emotion suspended in time like a blurred photograph, like an insect trapped in amber. â Guillermo Del Toro, from The Devil's Backbone
DETECTIVE MILENA TEODORA ROSA | CRIMES OF PASSION
#( c: this ghost sitting year after year upon my heart )#this one is quite vague butâ eh#i am still lowkey getting to know her and keep playing around with her character#also trystan has quickly become the mc of my take on cop which is why his character is better crafted in my head
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Hazbin Hotel Characters Positive and Negative traits
Headcanons
I apologize for any grammer mistakes!
Tw: none
Charlie
Positive:
-Loves to do things for you.
-Also loves it when you bake together.
-Keeps every single gift you give her in a box with rainbows and glitter on it.
-Unironically says 'yo mama' at the wrong times LMFAO
-Plays with your hair or fingers when she's in deep thought
-Brags to her dad about how you're the most amazing partner ever
-Has the most amazing made up stories and fantasies. Talks your ears off with them
-When you're laying in bed, and she wakes up before you, she'll lay on top of you to wake you up.
I'm not kidding. It can be 6 am, and she'll crawl over to your side of the bed and lay her whole body on yours.
-In general, she's super fun to be around.
Negative:
-Overworks herself.
With that, she forgets to eat.
On a few occasions she actually fainted.
-Becomes distant when something's bothering her.
-She can get too swept up in her ideologies/fantasies, that she doesn't see what's right infront her.
-Lowkey controlling, but doesn't realize it.
(I don't think there are many negative things about Charlie to be honest LOL)
Vaggie:
Positive:
-Considerate.
-If she sees something that reminds her of you, she buys it.
-Knows how to calm you down/put you in your place.
-Admits when she's wrong, and knows when to apologize.
-Smells good. I have a feeling she just smells sweet. Like coconut or something.
-A surprisingly good artist?
-Has a great wardrobe. Let's you raid it every once in a while.
-Strong asf. Often lifts you up, and throws you over her shoulder.
Negative:
-Aggressive.
Normally, she has no way of outing it, so she bottles it up. Because of this, she can come over as aggressive, simply because her cup overflows.
-Drowns in her feelings.
-Takes things too seriously.
-She hit you in a fight once, and she still regrets it.
-Also hold grudges.
-Gives you the silent treatment if you did something to her dislike.
Alastor:
Positive:
-Surprisingly understanding.
-I said this once, and will continue to say it, he has AMAZING taste in music. Many of the characters do.
-A great cook.
His mom taught him many recipes, so he loves to make them for you.
-Protective.
-Open minded/open to new experiences
-Intelligent, always knows when you lie.
-Good at boardgames.
Beat you at Uno SO many times, it's getting a little humiliating..
-Aware of your likes and dislikes, whether that be: Music, clothes, topic of conversation, certain foods, and tries to help you avoid those things in your daily life.
-Gets along with your mother very well.
He's always willing to lend her a hand.
Negative:
-Obsessive.
-Has his eye on you 95% of the time. Not in a good way.
-Decides things for you without you asking him/giving him permission.
-does NOT mind his business.
-Not good with kids.
Because he's born in the 1890's he's super old fashioned. Therefore I think he would strike his kids if they misbehaved.
-Doesn't get along with your male friends, and is 'overly' friendly with your female friends, which makes it seem like he's flirting with them.
-He's a murderer. That speaks for itself.
-Blood thirsty as hell.
-A good liar, which makes him seem untrustworthy.
Angel Dust:
Positive:
-Loves grocery shopping or shopping in general with you.
-Notices small changes in your behavior, whether it's due to stress or simply a bad day, and helps you relax/cheer you up.
-Is great at planning dates!
-Also has amazing music taste.
I personally think a few of his main artists are:
Lady Gaga, Kesha, T-ara, Britney Spears and The Weeknd
-Funny as hell. No pun or joke gets past him.
-Great with animals! If you have a pet, he has a nickname for them.
-Unironically calls you 'Pookie' or 'Snukems'
-Has a good memory. Remembers your favorite color, your favorite flower, etc.
-Chases you around the house/appartment with a bug he caught. (Whether that's negative or positive is totally up to you)
Negative:
-Doesn't really understand/do boundaries, so he'll often take things too far.
-Argumentive. He enjoys a good argument or fight, which makes it difficult to find a solution to the problem your fighting about.
-Holds grudges.
-Overthinks the smallest things.
-Secretive. It takes a lot to get him to talk about his feelings and problems.
-Takes his anger out on you sometimes.
-Passive aggressive.
-Borrows your things without your permission, and doesn't put them back when he's done.
Husk:
Positive:
-Funny. Like, his jokes are actually hilarious. Unlike Alastor who makes the most awful dad jokes ever.
-Is so fully aware when your bullshiting him, he just pretends not to know.
-As i said in previous headcanons, he LOVES to dance with you.
He's super good at it too!
Has his hands all over you.
Hips, waist, neck, back, you name it.
-Will never admit it, but he likes it when you sneak up on him/jump him.
-In general he's pretty accepting of physical touch.
-He purrs, when you scratch his ears or something.
-Leaves you small gifts and letters around the house/appartment.
Negative:
-Messy. Has trouble cleaning/keeping things clean.
-Forgetful. Often forgets your dates.
-Anger Issues.
-Snaps at you when he's overwhelmed or stressed. Doesn't apologize for it because he's not aware of it. You'd have to point it out to get an apology out of him.
-Easily irritated.
When you're too close to him, when he's in a bad mood or when you take jokes a little too far, he ignores you for a few hours.
Thank you for reading!
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Can you do lesbian fluff (or smut) for the aot girls????
lesbian relationship hcs w aot girls
nsfw & sfw
w: annie, mikasa, sasha,
annie:
â very introverted obvi, but she can actually be very extroverted w her s/o
â prefers cute dates at food places like bakeries or sushi restaurants
â loves when her s/o makes her sweets
â for gifts i feel like she writes things, like letters or poems maybe even a song (probably too embarrassed to sing though)
â not the most affectionate but when she is sheâs a lot, like a lil puppy dog
â sleeps a lot, she sleeps all over her s/o
she falls asleep on their lap, shoulders, stomach i feel like sheâs a really sleepy girl
â likes hearing her s/oâs stories and adventures
she likes giving her input and opinions
â wears ur hoodies maybe bcs she likes the smell, maybe bcs their comfier, maybe bcs she likes bugging you
â gets flustered when you even show that you think abt her
â actually anything you do makes her flustered deep down
â takes turns w u giving back massages
â forcefully takes you w her to the gym
you donât even have to work out but she still wants you there
â she lets you touch her abs, even though she finds it odd
~
⥠sheâs more dominant BUT she can be more subby depending on how sheâs feeling
⥠loud
⥠likes scissoring
⥠when she is feeling submissive she likes when her s/o eats her out
⥠owns a good amount of sex toys, she bought them really for you
⥠very great stamina
⥠can last a few rounds before getting overstimulated and tired
mikasa:
â little spoon when sleeping
â very introverted even with her s/o
â likes quite and secluded dates, like a picnic
â likes when you take photos of her but she doesnât like for the whole world to see them
â makes things for her s/o
something as small as cookies or as big as a crocheted sweater
â type of gf who would share a milkshake willingly
â super cuddly and warm
â remembers lots of things abt you, some things youâd render âuselessâ
like you had a hamster named zunie in 5th grade
â has a playlist of songs that make her think of u
â letâs you pick out her outfits sometimes
â keeps all the plushies youâve ever bought her
~
⥠sub
⥠whimpers and whines
⥠holds you very tightly
⥠sometimes she lowkey gets all somber and sad during sex whispering stuff like âplease donât leave me everâ
⥠sex is very intimate w her
⥠squirter
⥠when she is giving to her s/o she literally eats pussy like a starved woman
sasha:
â naggy loud gf
itâs very sweet though
â shows her s/o a lot of loveâŚ. a lot
she gives you wet kisses and blows raspberries into your tummy
â you guys alr know she likes dates at restaurants but i feel like sheâd also like people watching, feeding ducks, or the movies. she likes fun stuff
â never a dull moment with her
â sleeps wildly, sometimes you just gotta sleep on the couch. she probably snores too.
â sheâs the type to post all pictures of you for the world to see. ALL
â makes slideshows on stuff like why she thinks you guys should buy a roomba
â forces u to do couplely things like match outfits
â buys corny cards for holidays
âyouâre purrfecf for me! love, sashâ
â play wrestles
takes it way too far. she jumps off the couch and tries to body slam you
â if you have bigger boobs just know sheâs not gonna leave em alone
she lies on them to sleep and she always just touches them and gropes them
she makes âjokesâ about you breastfeeding her and calling you mommy (itâs not really a joke)
~ ⥠def calls you mommy in bed regardless of chest size
⥠with all the eating she does sheâs gotta be able to eat pussy
⥠vv whiny
⥠sub
⥠cant last longer than around 2 minutes
⥠will literally touch herself right next to u in bed while youâre sleep
⥠puts whipped cream on your body and licks and eats it off
.
a/n: i am SO sorry this took so long, i literally got stuck and was gonna try and make this one super duper long but i gave up on it and finished it last .°(ŕ˛Đ´ŕ˛ă)° . i hope u enjoy it nâ if thereâs another character u wanna see u can request it! <333
#umeswritin!~#aot imagines#aot hcs#aot x female reader#aot x reader smut#aot smut#annie leonhardt x reader#snk annie#annie aot smut#annie snk#mikasa headcanons#mikasa x reader#mikasa smut#snk mikasa#sasha aot#sasha x reader#sasha smut aot#sasha braus x reader#sasha braus smut#sasha braus headcanons#wlw smut
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aNOTHER play by play of my thoughts <3
I kid you not the entire time I was reading this the audio of Klaus saying "MOMMY ISSUES" was playing in my head
Lilith really said, "I'm going to be useful when I come to my kids by brining riders AND insert myself into the military lol"
OMG OMG DEVERA AND FELIX!!!!!
I'm assuming their mother is a particularly touchy subject between Mira and Vi (i lowkey felt uncomfortable reading their conversation in a good way but I also wanted to diffuse the situation between the two đ LOL) Mira needs a goddamn award. The mental gymnastics of trying to love/defend her mom but also understanding Vi's own personal feelings and her position as queen is rough
Mira telling Vi she's the favorite (likely bc she's the baby bc let's be for real here lol) Vi thinking its Brennan makes my heart break for Mira because what about her???? (No slight against Vi or B but my heart aches for Mira too, as the eldest daughter). All of them need a goddamn hug
This line HIT , when did this become a therapy session LMAO
âItâs okay if itâs not enough, and itâs also okay if you let it be enough. If you try, too,â she added pointedly, âinstead of being stubborn about it. She left the country sheâs dedicated her entire life to because of you.âÂ
Not Mira begrudgingly accepting Xaden and knowing that he's antsy as fuck w/o Vi
âGo home to your insufferable husband,â she said. âYou probably stressed him out.âÂ
The dragons finally fucked and X and Vi had to do something about it. The spicy scene was 10/10!!!! I have so much respect for ppl who write smut well bc I can't do it LOL but what i really appreciated was the attention to detail of X getting her conduit for her so that she doesn't burn down the kingdom đ. My exact thoughts were "wait is her mom going to know their fucking bc of the lightening" but then I didn't even need to think about that bc you HAD IT COVERED LOL
Lilith is so complex and I love her for it. I bet the room was frigid when Brennan and Lilth spoke.
Naolin was mentioned and I am SOBBING. I hope RY expands on him but idk if it will make it to canon tbh
Glad this was sorted out bc I know this was a particular fan theory that was RAMPANT. I never particularly agreed w it
âDead?â Lilith repeated. âThe storm the day I crossed the parapetââ âI had nothing to do with that,â she interrupted.Â
I am terrified and excited for what is to come Alli đ. Again another lovely chapter that I thoroughly enjoyed from start to finish
So many mommy issues. All the mommy issues.
One thing about Lilith is that she has a purpose, and that purpose is protecting her kids, and because she's emotionally distant she'll just do things for them instead of with them.
I'm obsessed with Felix. He's such a fun character, just so much personality even though we see next to nothing of him in canon. Same with Devera! They feel the same to me in a lot ways I think.
Lilith is a touchy subject among all the Sorrengail children for sure, but definitely with Mira and Vi because Mira has spent so long trying to keep the peace between the two of them. And (in this world) Mira has been there for Violet in a maternal role a bit, so she sees the choices Lilith makes differently than Vi does and relates to them more, where Violet just sees that it's not what she needs from her mom.
This became a therapy session...somewhere around chapter 10, probably.
Idk what it is but I just love a dragon lust-fueled sex moment. Hits different, you know?
I can't believe I wrote a positive thing about Brennan Sorrengail 𤎠never happening again. Naolin is still just so intriguing though, I also hope we get to hear more about him in canon (I don't want him to be venin, I want him to be dead, to be clear).
I never particularly bought into the "Lilith tried to kill Violet on the parapet" thing either, especially once we learned about the deal she'd made with Xaden. She just loves Violet so much.
I, too, am excited and terrified for what's to come! Mostly excited!
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-hands you my Love listener and also all my actual love ily booboo-
One. They have been called Love and/or Asset and will name themselves Ariel.
Two. Unfortunately, we already know all there is to their backstory đ
Three. Theyâve played around with the idea of lots of aesthetics and have settled on a sort of pastel, casual look with academia elements.
Four. Theyâre gender-fluid, so they switch from male, femme, and androgynous presenting on a whim.
Five. (Now that Iâm really reading these questions, Iâm so sorry for sending you an Android đ) Marcus is an anime nerd in the worst way, so Ariel was deffo made with East-Asian features.
Six. They were made to look in their early twenties.
Seven. Slender and androgynous.
Eight. A Scorpio, though Iâm not confident about that answer, Iâll admit.
Nine. Anton, who is the only person they feel likes them, and James, who is the only person who they feel respects them.
Ten. Theyâre still discovering hobbies and interests but so far, theyâre enjoying listening to music and learning piano.
Eleven. Hmm, I think itâd be interesting if it was Psyche, Greek Goddess of the Soul, since it could be argued whether they have one.
Twelve. RedactedAudio đ
Thirteen. Ariel is a sex-neutral/averse ace, so when they do sex without the obsession-code, itâs done with curiosity and the partnerâs pleasure as the main priority.
Fourteen. Hmmm⌠thatâs a new question for me. I think they actually donât know yet.
Fifteen. I am Not a Robot by Marina and the Diamonds. It unironically makes them feel a lot of things.
Sixteen. Lowkey Natalie Portmanâs character in Ex Machina.
Seventeen. Almost like a stock photo or a modelâs shoot. They are symmetrical and physically attractive, beautiful almost, but thereâs something impersonal about the stiff way they hold themselves and the lack of emoting on their face.
Eighteen. They really want to meet a dog. EDM music confused them and holds up appeal. They wish they could try coffee and lemons.
Thank you, my love đ§Ą
LaVeau-gue - design #003 - Asset/Love - Ariel - Lexi Sun
You are most welcome Lexi, always an honour to get to work with my first redacted friend, especially when it comes to this bean, Ariel! I still remember a few of the details from our previous conversations in regards to how you see them so I hope this does them justice!
Design Notes
Approaching Ariel's design, I had already had remembered conversations with you in regards to previous inspirations you'd mentioned for your take on Love. I also added in a bit of my own inspos to the mix to see what would take
For Ariel's design I wanted to keep in mind the solid collection of notes you'd written up so I could incorporate as much as I could whilst also condensing the design so I could make it simple to redraw (as I do with some of my other designs). My main focus when getting into this design however was to create a human and android Skin similar to how I'd made my Asset, Prim.
A big inspiration I had for them was Jenni from My Life As a Teenage Robot and Hatsune Miku so I decided that white metallic plates reminiscent of Jenni would work and blue hair similar to Miku would tie things together. Additional, I also chose to include colours from the PM title cards to establish that visual parallel .
As for clothing, I followed your instructions as best as I could, creating an androgynous fit that was pastel and had hints of academic elements! On top of that, I incorporated musical notes as a reference to the singing Ariel from the Tempest and the little mermaid does and to reference her proclivities for piano music. To reference back to your choice of Psyche as a god to represent Asset, I included butterfly designs on their overalls. To balance the whole pallette I combos the PM pallette and the pallette of their clothes which ended up being pretty readable overall! Another fun fact is that I also ended realizing that Ariel shares a clothing pallette with my Caelum!
Wanna have your listener designed by me? Check out my rules for LaVeau-gue and send an ask my way! Also, currently I am looking for money to replace my computer so any interested parties who wanna help can check out my commissions!
#LaVeau-gue#redacted asmr#redacted audio#redactedverse#redacted fandom#mr. laveau's art gallery#redacted fanart#redacted asmr fanart#redacted audio fanart#character design#redacted asset#redacted audio asset#redacted asmr asset#redacted love#redacted asmr love#redacted audio love#redacted project meridian#redacted audio project meridian#redacted asmr project meridian#project meridian#audio rp#audio roleplay#asmr rp#asmr roleplay#character art#digital art#artwork#artists on tumblr#artist of tumblr#art
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helloooo my love I have MANY thoughts!!! I hope you don't mind!!! I'm here just to vent about the MANY reasons why I lowkey think Charm did the right thing in a way. And I knowwww it hurt Bucky's feelings and that's also 100% justified and he's right to feel that way, but let me explain.
First of all âđť this might be controversial and I would love to hear your thoughts on this honey bc you probably know them more than I do, but I think Bucky would have gotten mad anyway. I love him and he's very hot and they have a great connection, but he is arrogant and he is possesive, and I think from the start he wanted Charm to get to the top through him, by him, and not so much through other people's help (ofc he would have supported her either way but i think he just likes it better when he's an actual crucial part of it). I think he likes feeling needed, especially by her, and any other way pisses him off a little; he would call it being "protective". So if Charm had told him about her plan, in my head he would disapprove the idea in the name of being "protective", they would fight, he'd play the "seems like you don't need me anyway so do whatever you want" card, and they'd end up pretty much in the exact same place. That's just what I think. Sooooo that's why Charm telling him or not telling him makes absolutely no difference to me.
Second of all âđť this might be way too harsh but honesty, who expects actual, honest to God trust in this business? lmao sorry but it's been said many times that these people can never 100% trust each other. And if I remember correctly, Bucky and Charm weren't oooooverly close right before getting married; they've known each other all their lives but that doesn't make them close, that doesn't equal trust, at least not to me. And yeah of course they have a lot of care and respect for eachother, but let's be for fucking real, as a woman, who 100% trusts a man?????? a man???????Âż?Âż?? and on top of him being a man, they're in a business like this???????? on than environment???? with the way Charm has been raised and the examples she's had???????? like pleaseeeee give me a fucking break lmao when she said "I didn't tell you because I didn't want you to take this from me", that's all I needed to hear. No one can tell me it doesn't make sense or that that fear was unfounded.
So yes, I 100% support Charm, she did nothing wrong, she's the best, she's an icon she's a legend and yeah I mean she's not perfect she has ISSUES and by the love of good its like she's a fucking baby with the way she seems completely incapable of talking and communicating properly, but she's certainly not the careless "perfect new boss" villain Bucky is seeing her as.
and also him saying that to her???????? as if this business sustains itself on charity and good deeds and he's the pope himself?????? give me a fucking break. anyways I could keep ranting forever but it's been too much already sorry darling please let me know what you think if you wanttttt ok love you byeeee
MY LOVE I AM KISSING YOU ON THE FOREHEAD AND BAKING YOU COOKIES I LOVE THIS SO SO MUCH OMG I'M SO GIDDY đ
I LOVE YOUR IDEAS! â¤ď¸
I am putting this under a read more because I am so going to fangirl over youâ¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸
I think from the start he wanted Charm to get to the top through him, by him, and not so much through other people's help This is such a great analysis on Bucky's character and their dynamic omg omg-
You're absolutely right! Bucky would get upset over Charm's plan whether she told him or not for this exact reason! As much as Bucky says otherwise, there is still a part of him that sees Charm as the girl who had a crush on him and was basically lovestruck whenever he was around, thinking he's so cool đ And even though he knows Charm can take care of herself, he wants to be the one who helped Charm the most when it comes to getting that crown đ
There are two factors for it, for him wanting to be that person, number one is that it is such a huuuge ego boost for himđ Like you said, he loves being "needed" especially by Charm, because Charm left the town as the girl who got heart eyes whenever he was around, and came back as the girl who hated him and was not impressed by anything he did or said đ Even if he is really really good at what he does, it does nothing to Charm -even if it impresses everyone else- so him being the key person to put her there is very important for himđ
The second factor is that, in his head it's a way of making amends đ He knows the way he turned her down was quite brutal, and he wants to make himself forgiven for that but Charm is not interested in any apologies coming from him, so he wants to show it with his actions â¤ď¸ By helping her get the crown, he thinks he can prove to her that he's not that person anymore but Rhett helping her? That makes him furious đ
who expects actual, honest to God trust in this business? YOU ARE RIGHT AND YOU SHOULD SAY IT! đ
Bucky and Charm weren't close at all! đ I mean honestly, they were closer when she had a crush on him, and after he turned her down and she left for college, they didn't even speak to each other except in summer breaks when they had to, and when she came back? The only time she spoke to Bucky was when she wanted to be snarkyđ So of course she doesn't trust him when it comes to that!
let's be for fucking real, as a woman, who 100% trusts a man?????? a man???????Âż?Âż?? THE FACT THAT I CAN HEAR THIS ASDFGHJKLđ
And there's also the fact that Charm has been actively betrayed by HER OWN FATHER when it comes to business? Like, she had to watch her father take away the heir position she was promised, and give it to her cousin who hasn't stopped rubbing it in her face from day one! đ She knows this business consists of constant backstabbing, so she couldn't trust Bucky to just "hand her the crown" đ
she's certainly not the careless "perfect new boss" villain Bucky is seeing her as. And she was so so surprised to hear that Bucky actually thinks that about her! đą
and also him saying that to her???????? as if this business sustains itself on charity and good deeds and he's the pope himself?????? I AM SCREAMING YOU ARE ABSOLUTELY RIGHTđ
Like, so far Bucky has had the privilege not to have been backstabbed by the people closest to him, the same can't be said for Charm! And also, ALSO, he was always seen as the golden heir and when he was made the boss, no one even thought of going against that decision but Charm went from "heir" to "daddy's princess" and she has to prove herself right now to every single powerful person in the city and the people who work for her own family, aka Ian and her father đ
I LOVE YOU AND I LOVE YOUR IDEAS AND ANALYSES AND I AM ABSOLUTELY FREAKING OUT, YOU'RE AMAZIIIING! đ
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ROTTMNT Moths Fly In Packs - Chapter Eight
A/N: I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG OH MY GOD. I genuinely didnât expect it to, chapter 8 was supposed to be way shorter but uh yk my brain didnât like that apparatnly. So now itâs uh 10K words. I think itâs genuinely worth the wait and read tho so hey, alls well that ends well or something. Iâm gonna try to be faster with updates now. Iâm FAIRLY CERTAIN chapter nine will be much shorter or at least nothing crazy like 8 or 10k. But what I can guarantee is chapters 10-13 will most definitely be short and lead up to the grand arc finale of chapter 14. Weâre getting pretty close to it and Iâm literally vibrating from excitement but no spoilers. Anyway enjoy the chapter! :D
Credit to: @sweaterrat and @yosajaeofficial for being my beloved beta readers! This story wouldnât be able to have the quality it does without them so please give them some love and check out their ROTTMNT stories too!
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Disclaimer: Chapter involves depressive thoughts, mentions of bullying, depressed behavior, mentions of Kr*ng, PTSD behavior, violence, very lightly graphic description of injuries, blood, and curse words. If youâre sensitive to that stuff, scroll past and stay safe!
Outside the window, you can make out a birdâs nest sat in one of the trees. Itâs been here for a week now, perfectly timed with when I got back to a consistent school life. But lately, the motherâs been staying at the nest more often. Iâm guessing theyâve got babies on the way, sheâs probably incubating her eggs right now. I think Iâve gotten attached to them, that small family of robins. The parents are so dedicated, arenât they? The mother especially, never leaving the nest unless absolutely necessary.Â
On the contrary to my peaceful view, the classroom is noisy, hectic, and cluttered. No real science work for today so everyoneâs just doing their own thing. Very loudly. Jaiden and Zane are chatting and laughing with each other next to me. I think things are better between us, I still donât really know where Jaiden and I stand right now but at least Zane seems fine with me. Though I wonât lie, Iâve been feeling more and more like a third wheel around them.Â
âDude! Iâm telling you, we have to play this game together! Weâd have so much fun!âÂ
âI already said I would, Jaiden! Man, I donât think Iâve ever seen you laugh like this. Shame youâre letting such a pretty smile go to waste.â
âYeah? Letâs hang out more often then and maybe I wonât do that.â Â
Like right now.
Lowkey, Iâve been feeling invisible around those two. Jaiden barely pays any attention to me, itâs as if Zane was their best friend instead of me! I mean, I know friends can drift apart, I definitely know. But still, I never imagined it would happen to us. I still donât wanna believe thatâs whatâs happening. I wanna keep hope.
âAnd ironically, youâre being pretty quiet today, Salena. Did you two switch personalities or something?âÂ
âYou are weirdly quiet, actually. Whatâs up?â
Oh lookie, Iâve been acknowledged. âNah, you guys donât have to worry about me. Just lower on energy than usual.âÂ
I went back to my routine of staring out the window like the main character in a music video. In the reflection, Zane was still watching me. With the way his eyes lingered, I had a feeling heâs not falling for my excuse.Â
Seems like Jaidenâs not too worried, though. âOh, Zane! You wanna hear about this new skate park I found?â Just went right back at it with Zane. Whoâs weirdly still staring at me.
ââŚActually, Iâm kinda hungry. Jaiden, you mind getting me a snack from the vending machine?â
âHuh? But I wouldnât know what to get you. N-not that I donât pay attention to what you like! But, you know⌠Salena has better taste in these things! She should go-â
âShe always goes.â
ââCause she knows what sheâs doing.â
âJaiden.â
âGuys, itâs fine! Itâs fine. Iâve got this.â I didnât want them to fight again so I got up from my seat. âBe back soon.â
Jaiden gave me their most gleeful smile Iâve seen them make in a while. I think seeing them smile makes this gesture worthwhile. Even if itâs just for a little bit.
The walk to the vending machine shouldnât have been long, itâs not super far away. But my legs dragged on forcing each step to be slower than the last. I feel guilty thinking like this but a part of me wants this dumb walk to go on forever. I canât stand being near them and I donât know why! Itâs not like weâve got bad blood, theyâve both been normal towards me since I came back. So why am I acting like this? Iâm seriously starting to doubt Splinterâs theory of me not being the problem hereâŚ
I approached the machine, stopping as I heard a struggling voice in front of me.Â
âArgh! Howâd she say these things worked again?âÂ
His finger pressed against the glass, tracing the code for the snack he wanted. He tapped the buttons on the screen. Nothing happened. Scratching his head, he leaned forward to read the next instructions. Finally, he pulled out a dollar bill.
âŚBefore proceeding to insert it in the wrong way. And taking it out. And inserting it back in. And repeating the process. I can feel my soul exiting my body from second-hand embarrassment.Â
I recognized the fluffy black hair. With a crooked smile, I pulled out my own wallet.
âYouâre supposed to put it in this way.â I slid my bill into the slot, the granola bar he selected successfully being pushed down soon after. âGood to see you again.â
âWoah, cool!â He stared at the giant food box almost with a childlike wonder, pausing for a few minutes before turning to me. âAnd hey! Yeah, itâs really nice seeing you again, too.â His eyes remained locked for a while before he scrambled to hand me the bill he had. âHere! Let me pay you back-â
âNo, no, no, donât worry about it! Really! Consider it my apology for, um, last time.âÂ
âApology? I mean, you werenât the one doing anything weird so I donât think youâve gotta apologize.â He stuck out his hand. âIâm Casey Jones Jr. I was gonna introduce myself the first time we met but, you know.â
âSalena Moni! So, howâs everything holding up? You joined pretty late in the year so if you need any help reviewing stuff Iâm more than happy to.â
Â
âOh, donât worry! Itâs actually going alright. Still technically my first time going to a real school, so itâs a little bit of a challenge but I already knew most of the material anyways. I didnât have to catch up on much.â Â
âWow, that is⌠remarkably impressive.â If only I handled transferring as well as this guy. âWait, hold up, real school? Were you homeschooled?â
âYou could⌠say that. My uncle taught me everything, he was the smartest person I knew! Just turns out it was literally everything.â
âCool! I guess we can check grades off the box, then! So, is everyone being nice? Made any friends?â
I bit my lip as I received my answer in the form of his face freezing mid-speech. âW-well uhâŚâ
Oh, you poor thingâŚ
I guess he could read my face since he immediately tried reassuring me, as if he wasnât the victim in this scenario. âI-I mean itâs not awful! A couple people were nice to me, including you! Sure, some are a little⌠hostile. But itâll get better eventually.âÂ
âY-yeah! It definitely⌠definitely will.â
And cue the classic awkward silence that stars in any first conversation. A little overdue for this one now that Iâm thinking about it.Â
Iâm so conflicted. I know damn well heâs not gonna have the high school dream heâs probably imagining right now. No one does. I may not have been at this school for long, but Iâve been here long enough to know how the people are. April told me it gets even worse every year as cliques start getting established and people grow past the initial politeness. Iâm glad she did, she never kept anything about high school from me no matter how bad it was. Nothing was in my control but at least I knew it was coming.
And here I am playing the exact opposite role for Casey. I hate giving people false hope, I hate it with a passion! But Iâm supposed to, I think. In a situation like this Iâm supposed to hype him up. Ignorance is bliss! Wouldnât it just ruin his spirits if I broke the glass?Â
âAnyway, it was nice to meet you! I guess Iâll see you around?â
âY-yep! Hope things get better for you soon!âÂ
âMe too.â
Ugh, the guilt is eating me up! Iâm acting like Iâve never told a lie in my life but itâs not that. Itâs his pure mindset thatâs completely fucking with my morality!Â
I know to keep my mouth shut, I do. I donât want him to hate me like everyone else does. I havenât met someone whoâs been so nice to me in this stupid ass school before, I donât want to ruin this chance now that I finally got it. Plus, he might not even believe meâŚ
I watched him turn to walk away.Â
Fuck it, social norms are for losers!
âW-wait! Casey?â He turned back around and I nearly shit myself from fear. âSo, donât be mad but I may have um⌠lied about something?âÂ
âUh, sorry?â
I took a deep breath, bracing myself. âWell, hereâs the deal. Things arenât really gonna get better, sorry. Or, actually! I donât mean that extremely literally, I guess...âÂ
Focus on your hands, itâll be okay. âJust⌠People here are mean. Really, really mean. Youâre homeschooled, youâre new, and youâre nice. Itâs a recipe for disaster here whether itâs today or even a year after youâve settled in!â
I canât even read his expression and get an idea of his reaction. Heâs got a scary good poker face, Iâm curious which relative taught him that one.
âCasey, please donât take this the wrong way. I-Iâm not saying any of it is your fault! Or that you need to change or do anything. Iâm only saying this so you donât have any⌠unrealistic expectations so to speak.âÂ
God, his silence is more terrifying than anticipated.
So much so I couldnât help letting out a quiet breath of relief when he finally did speak. âYou know, youâre the first person here whoâs told me that.â
ââŚIs that bad?â
âNot at all. All my family, they never got the chance to go to school. Hell, I didnât think Iâd have the opportunity. But here I am! First time in a new building with weird people and absolutely no clue what to expect. Iâm usually good with surprises but this one is just so⌠different. Different is scary, you know?âÂ
I nodded. I most definitely did know.
âAnyway, youâre right that people are just mean here. I donât even know why, I mean, Iâve met my fair share of dicks before but at least they had good reasons! We were under so much stress⌠But thatâs not what I hate. Itâs the fact that any time I tell an adult, they say the same thing over and over again!âÂ
âLet me guess.â I cleared my throat and enhanced the performance with my intoxicated Mrs. Doubtfire voice. âJust ignore them and give it time and itâll magically fix itself âcause boredom beats bullies or some shit, right?â
âYeah, exactly!â His laugh is like holding your parentâs hand when youâre getting the flu shot, itâs magical! âThey say that to everyone, donât they? God, whatâs up with that? Iâm so not used to adults lying to me.â
âDude, what? Youâre kidding, your whole communityâs gotta be amazing if youâve never been lied to by an adult.âÂ
âEh, more or less⌠Anyway, um, thank you. For telling me the truth. And the granola bar. I seriously owe you for this.â
âŚI take it back, Splinter mightâve actually been onto something.
I mean, heâs a little strange, I wonât lie about that. This is the first time Iâve heard someone actually be grateful for me telling the truth. In the past it either got me isolated or in huge trouble, depending on who I was honest with. Maybe this is why Iâm so used to lying. I hate it but Iâve had to do it so much. Iâve never met someone who finally lets me relax about it, not until Casey Jr it seems.
Maybe he deserves me being a little braver for a change.Â
âWell, hereâs a way you can repay me. By us being friends!â
âŚ
This was a lot more epic in my head without his speechless pause. Maybe I got the vibe wrong-
âREALLY!? OMIGOSH! That would be so cool! Iâve literally been thinking about asking you the same thing âcause I keep wanting to talk to you but never run into you but now we can talk whenever we want, ITâLL BE GREAT!!!â Spoke too soon, he is literally shaking me by the shoulders. It feels unnatural not being on the other side of this scenario.Â
âCasey, my stomach doesnât approve of this-â
âSorry, sorry!â He finally stopped and allowed me to remember the pleasant feeling of absolute stillness. âI just canât believe you actually wanna be friends with me!âÂ
Still, his surprising enthusiasm gave me a good laugh. âDude, itâs alright! Itâs kinda more surprising you wanna be friends with me.â Â
âWhy wouldnât I? Youâre the kindest person Iâve ever met in my entire life, anyone whoâs friends with you is lucky to have you!âÂ
Lucky to have me?
Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit, unexpected compliments go burn in a fire but also donât leave, it actually feels really nice.Â
âSalena, are you okay? Did I say something wrong?â
âN-no, I mean, all I did was buy you a snack and tell you people are jerks. Iâm not too sure I should be receiving the title of the âkindest person youâve ever metâ and stuff.â
âO-oh yeah, you have a point.â He got a little flustered at that, despite it really being my fault for not being able to take compliments. âI donât know, I mean, I still think youâre really cool. Iâm just so happy you wanna be friends with me!âÂ
He looked like a child on Christmas morning as I tippy-tapped my number into his phone. Come to think of it, I know Iâve definitely reacted excitedly towards certain people - or turtles, I should say - but having someone do it to me? Feels kinda nice.
I looked up at the clock. âShit. We should probably head back to class before we get in trouble.â
âYeah, yeah, youâre right. But hey,â his eyes closed as the corners delightfully wrinkled âit was great running into you again! Fate really wants us to be friends.â
He has a really nice smile.Â
âFunny how life works, ay?â
I skipped my way back to class, mind too deep in thought to realize how fast I went.
This guy, Casey Jones, heâs giving me certain vibes. I donât mean the creepy, stalkerish, "I need to get the hell outta hereâ vibes. More like deja-vu. I canât pin what exactly, but something about him feels so⌠foreign yet familiar. Homey, if you may. Like a nice, warm fire in mid-winter night. Itâs really soothing.Â
And immediately Iâm thrown into emotional whiplash as I went back inside the annoying ass classroom of teenage chaos. So much for soothing vibes. I plopped back in my desk as Zane slowly scanned me.
âYou took a while. Did you get my snack?âŚâ
âŚFuck. âSorry! I completely forgot!â
âHow did you forget when itâs the literal reason you even left?â Jaiden doesnât seem as chipper as before.
âI know, Iâm so sorry. I got a bit distracted. Gimmie a sec, Iâll be right back-â
âNo, wait! Itâs fine, Iâm not hungry anymore.â
âReally? Okay, suit yourself.â I shrugged, getting settled in again. He leaned closer to me, both confused and concerned.
âYou seem happier right now. Did something good happen?â
âOh, yeah, I guess! Just ran into a new friend.â
His face scrunched up, going back to chatting with Jaiden. I have no clue why he glared when I said that, I donât think I said anything wrong or alarming. Honestly, bro has worse mood swings than I do. It's seriously annoying sometimes but whatever, theyâve gone back to their little bubble now so I shall go back to mine.
I pulled out my phone, greeted with Caseyâs excited text already.
CJ: Hey! Not really doing anything in class so if youâre free too, text me back :D
Smiling, I let myself get engrossed in my phone, happily typing away. Heâs a fun guy to talk to. His enthusiasm and bubbliness is a little surprising considering how borderline timid he seemed at first. Goes to show, never judge a book by its cover! I felt my mood lifting, less gloomier than before.
Until I remembered something he said.
âMy uncle taught me everything, he was the smartest person I knew!â
Was?...
***
Ah, midnight. A time when the mentally sane and emotionally stable would be sleeping. Turns out Iâm neither of those folks, Iâve got better things to do. I have weapons now but Iâve gotta actually practice using them if I donât wanna render them useless. Besides, in bed or out here, Iâm not falling asleep either way. At least this serves as a good distraction! And wonât give me a headache like my phone will.
The blades cut through the air as I twirled them, striking at an imaginary enemy soon after.Â
I try not to think about life when Iâm training, it distracts me too much. Sometimes I feel like Caseyâs the only thing making school bearable anymore. We donât share any classes so we text more than talk but I donât have to do any mental gymnastics to figure out how he views me. Iâm still confused as hell if Jaiden likes me or hates me and have no damn clue what Zaneâs deal is anymore. He keeps staring at me. More than usual. Sure, I could always sit there and ponder for hours on end what the fuck is going on, but I doubt even thatâd get any results.
The sickles, however, do show results. They feel lighter, smoother, easier to duel. Iâm getting faster with them and my arms donât feel as broken after training anymore! Itâs something I can lose myself in, track the improvement. Itâs so much simpler than everything else.
It keeps my mind occupied. If I focus on them, I donât think about anyone from school or anything bad thatâs happening! Or at least, I usually don't. I guess Iâm thinking about it now, thoughâŚ
âSomeoneâs training hard.â
âAHH!!!â
Immediately I jerked to turn and held up a blade in defense. However, it turned out to be a false alarm as instead of some midnight mugger I expected to see, Iâm greeted with a smirking blue idiot standing in front of me.
âWoah, hey! I come in peace!â The stupid bitch held his hands up, mocking me with his fake fear. âBeen a while, huh?âÂ
âLeo? Oh god, you scared me! Where did you even come from?âÂ
âThe better question would be: Where did you disappear to? We havenât gone out in like a week! You kept leaving me on read when I texted you but seemed fine in the group chat. What gives?âÂ
ââŚI forgor?â
âReally?â I could tell he wasnât satisfied by my answer. âYou just forgot to respond to me? Every single time?â
âW-well sorta. I mean, itâs nothing you did so please donât take it personally! Itâs with everyone. Iâve just been a little bad at responding to dmsâŚâ My social batteryâs been so low lately I question if itâs even charged at all. âThatâs entirely on me, though! Iâm so sorry.â
He crossed his arms and looked me up and down. Heâs doing that nonchalant poker face again, the one he does when he doesnât wanna be read, otherwise heâs an open book.Â
âYou know you can tell me if somethingâs up, right?â
I guess he also does that face when heâs trying to read someone else. âYeah, I know. Iâm alright. Itâs just⌠I dunno, things are a little weird but itâs fine. Itâs really nothing to worry about.â
He hummed in response. I donât really think he bought it but his eyes eventually drifted to my weapons, dropping the topic regardless. He must not wanna push it.
âSooo, sick weapons! Whereâd you get âem?â
âOh, these? Draxum gave them to me!â
He gagged, interrupting me. âYou met Draxum? The sheep guy? Oh, poor you! Was he awful to deal with? I bet he was! You know, like always.âÂ
âOh come on, he wasnât that bad! A little grouchy at first but in his defense, I caught him in the middle of his shift, so.â
âPlease, sheep bitch doesnât need a reason to be a jerk! Heâs just an old cranky loser who spends his days yelling at kids and smuggling whatever mystic bullshit of the week he found from the Hidden City! Itâs giving Oscar the Grouch, just missing the lemon. Oh wait, thatâs âcause unlike Oscar, he doesnât even have one single thing that makes him uncharacteristically happy!âÂ
âWow, angry arenât we?â Itâs rude to laugh, but I canât help myself around this dork. He looks like a kid who got denied an Xbox when he crosses his arms like that. âLeo, be real. This is because he threw you off a roof, isnât it?â
âYou know!? I mean-â He laughed, trying to hide his poorly made lie. âWhat? Of course not⌠Maybe just a little but thatâs not important.âÂ
Leo grumbled on with some incoherent noises for a minute, before cooling down and moving on from the âsheep bitchâ.Â
âUgh, well anyway, if you got it from that moron, theyâre definitely mystic or something, right?â
âOh, absolutely! Theyâre actually super cool, I mean-â For a good five minutes I kept blabbering on and on about the sickles and how they function and all my progress that I didnât notice Leo - bless his heart - trying and horrifically failing to pay attention. He doesnât really hide it well when he spaces out.
âAnd they- Uh, Leo, you good?âÂ
ââŚWould you be mad if I said I got like, none of that?âÂ
I sighed but gave a gentle smile. I knew he had a short attention span so I canât really act like itâs his fault I forgot about that.Â
âActually, do you want me to just like⌠act it out instead? I think Iâve gotten pretty good at using these so I donât mind showing instead of telling!â
He shrugged âNothinâs stopping you. Go on, impress me!âÂ
Well, nothing except my nerves. But hey, itâs just Leo. If I mess up, heâll laugh with me a bit and then Iâll just retry. No real pressure around him. I could use a progress check right now, anyway.
âAight, so we only know two out of who knows how many powers for these things, theyâre the only two Iâve been practicing. First up!â
Â
I spun them around, careful to not mess up my handling. My goal is to form blades strong enough to crack a dent through the concrete edge of this building. So the sickles need to be made out of metal or steel. I usually go with metal but I do actually wanna impress him and steelâs stronger. I aimed at the edge and swung my arm forward, the sickle shot through the air and sliced through the concrete like a knife to a cake.
âOH SHIT!â
âI got it!â He teleported to catch the flying solo sickle and came right back within a matter of seconds. Oh, what Iâd give to experience never having to walk again.Â
âSorry about that! Theyâve never broken the edge like that before!â
âSorry!? Youâre not allowed to be sorry, that was so cool! It went clean through!â Iâve never seen him gush about something this way. Iâve gotta admit, itâs kind of adorable. âOkay, Iâm hooked! Whatâs the other thing it can do?â
âInvisibility! But I canât do it for long, at least not yet. I made progress, though! Went from only three seconds to five!â
âWait, actually, back up a bit. I get that Baron Ass told you how the sickles work and blah blah blah, but howâd you learn how to fight with âem? Ya know, the non-mystic aspects.âÂ
âOh, YouTube tutorials at first. But honestly, sickle fighting is mid so I did a lot of improv, really.â
He chuckled and eventually lost to his giggles as if me saying that wasnât completely justified. âDid you just call an ancient form of martial arts mid?âÂ
âStop judging me, Iâm right! Sickles were improvised weapons. Theyâre good for the last resort, not the first choice!â
âIâm not judging, Iâm not judging! Promise! I respect it, even!â He leaned against the roofâs edge, gradually collecting himself. âBut if theyâre that bad, why didnât you ask for a different weapon? One thatâs cooler and not âthe last resortâ?â
Oh boy, where to begin?
I then explained how I essentially found myself wrapped in some âchosen oneâ bullshit through the sickles. They still donât work any time Barry touches them but are perfectly fine in my hands. Itâd be pretty dumb to pass up these weapons for a different one, even if sickles arenât the coolest thing to own. Although, heâs definitely acting like they are judging by how intensely his eyes are staring at them. Theyâre sparkling brighter than I thought eyes realistically could.Â
âWell, now Iâm offended! Mystic mystery sickles that do all kinds of glowy stuff for you specifically? How could you not tell me about these sooner!? Theyâre so amazing!â
âI know, Iâm real sorry, Leon.â Heâs joking around, his toneâs too light to be mad. But I do still feel bad for accidentally ignoring him like that. âAnything I can do for you as an apology?â
âWellâŚâ His smirk revealed that thing was the main reason he came here in the first place. âWe could make up for the lost time and go on a run together tonight. It is a weekend so youâd still have tomorrow and the day after to rest up. But hey, thatâs just an ideaâŚâ
It's Friday again. Just like the first time we did this.
He held out his hand as an offer and I took it with a grin. âYou make a convincing argument.â
And off we went, dashing through the night. Itâs a bit humid today so the wind from sprinting so fast is greatly appreciated. Not to mention my speed is so much better than before!Â
The daily restrictions of civil life can go suck my dick and feed my liver to their uncles âcause oh my god nothing beats this feeling! No one else is here, no one who could stop us! Sure, jumping off roofs isnât the safest way to have fun, but everything else in my life is already so safe! Iâm allowed to have this one thing, this one moment to be free.
Iâm so distracted that I didnât realize Iâm actually giving Leo a run for his money this time! Hehe, run. God, Iâm so funny.
âLooks like you can actually keep up with me now!â
âI know, right!? It feels fucking amazing!âÂ
Judging from his mischievous ass face, I probably shouldâve kept my mouth shut. âI donât mean to burst your bubble butâŚâ
 A blue light appeared as a hole ripped in the sky and the lovely piece of shit went right through, appearing again somewhere way ahead of me. âIâm still faster!~â
âHey! No portals allowed!â
âUh, last time I checked, portalling is totally allowed.â
âSays who!?â
âSays me and Iâm leader! Whatever leader says goes!â
To add insult to injury, he doesnât just portal himself. As Iâm trying to catch up to him mid-jump, the jackass opens a portal right under me, sending me back even further than I already was with no time to recover.Â
âLeo, you cheat!â
Broâs giggling his ass off as he blinked in and out of sight. Iâm no different with how sore my face is, so I canât even pretend to be mad.Â
Instead, all I can do is try my best to speed up and catch up, plotting my revenge in the meantime. Easier said than done, that dudeâs faster than the Flash right now since heâs, ya know, portalling. Doesnât help that he keeps appearing right next to me every few minutes just to taunt me and disappear again.
A few minutes into our little cat and mouse game though, I lost track of him and he hadnât shown up in a while to pester me. So, I started calling out his name, trying to look for him. Youâd think itâd be easier to find a 5â5â giant, green turtle man but I guess they wouldnât be ninjas if that were the case.
âLeo? Leo!? Le- Huh?â
I finally found him. But instead of the shit-eating grin he gave me earlier, heâs silent and still behind the edge of a roof, his back facing me. Itâs starting to freak me out a little, he looks like heâs going fucking Blair Witch mode. No words, no witty remarks, nothing. Just ghostly staring at whatever the view is. Only thing I can see from here is a museum.Â
âHey, Leon, you okay?â
âShh!â
With his eyes still fixed up ahead, Leo took my hand and guided me forward. He eventually looked at me and nodded towards the street below us. Gazing in that direction, I saw a large purple truck with the logo of that one weird shoe store I browsed a few years ago. From what Iâve gathered these past few weeks, big trucks mean bad news.Â
But maybe thatâs not what I should be focused on. Standing near the truck were two people, their skin an unnatural shade of purple. Oneâs large and brutish, the other tall and slender. Theyâve got foot marks on their faces and flames on their bald heads. Exactly how Mikey describedâŚ
âThe Foot Clan.â
He nodded. âI donât understand, those guys were all turned into Krang during the invasion.â
Sorry, what? âYouâre sure it was those two specifically? I havenât heard about any cures or vaccines for the Krang victims on the news. Itâd make headlines if there were.â I havenât heard anything about them for a while now that I think about it.
âYeah, Iâm sure.â He leaned closer to the edge, as close as he could get without getting caught. âTheyâre parked a street away from a museum, the hell are they up to now?âÂ
I mimicked his actions, trying to hear the Foot people better. The slender oneâs on the phone, sounding frustrated. Heâs doing that whisper-yelling thing people do when they wanna be mad quietly to avoid societal shame.Â
âYeesh, someoneâs having a bad day.â
âYou can hear them?â Why does he look so confused?
âYeah, canât you?â
Leo shook his head. âWhatever, what are they saying?âÂ
I cocked my head to the side, spying in on their conversation.
His voice is scratchy, a little sore on my ears. âWhat do you mean you canât get it off? Just bring the whole thing and hurry! We canât risk alerting anyone!â Neither of us can tell what heâs referring to, unfortunately. The Foot dude avoids naming it.Â
I looked back at Leo scanning around for any clues. He stared at the back of the museum for a minute before his eyes widened. âI know where we are. Itâs the Historical Society Museum. Donnie mentioned wanting to come here once.âÂ
âI think Iâve heard of it. Isnât there a lot of ancient stuff in there? Like, from centuries back?â
Nodded again. Heâs being unnervingly quiet, considering itâs Leo. He stared at the clan, then at the museum, then back at the clan. He looked⌠scared. Scared in a way Iâve never seen him before. I felt my hand being subconsciously squeezed. I didnât even notice he hadnât let go in the first place.
âŚI have to help him.
I readied myself for whatever his idea was, no matter how outlandish or risky it may seem. âAlrighty, whatâs the plan?âÂ
âRight.â He hesitated, before gripping his katanas and turning back. ââŚThe plan is for me to portal you home, kick some Foot ass, and pick you up so we can continue our run.âÂ
WHAT!?
âWhat do you mean âportal me home!? Iâm not leaving!â I was prepared for anything, but this!? âWe just stumbled across the Foot Clan who are for some reason not freaky alien zombies and messing with ancient artifacts that do who knows what!â
âYeah, thatâs why Iâm sending you home before your adrenaline junkie ass can do something stupid.â
âAnd what makes you think Iâd do that!?â
He held up my scarred left arm and stared at me unimpressed. Â
ââŚOkay, thatâs a low blow even for you.âÂ
Though as much as I hate to admit it, he kind of has a point. I sighed. âAlright, tell me. If I leave, will you at least call your brothers to help you out?â
âYes!â
âLeo.â
âFine, I lied.â The steel fucking balls of- âBut still! Iâll be okay! Iâve gone against them plenty of times before.â
âDoesnât mean youâre invincible!â
Before I could say anything more, I heard the sound of a truck starting up. I looked down and Leo followed my line of sight to see the Foot getting ready to drive.Â
Shit, theyâre getting away!
âOkay, okay! Listen, I promise, I promise I wonât run off on my own and do something dumb this time. Anything the leader says goes! Just please let me join!â I canât leave him alone!
I could sense him debating on what to do. His eyes look so conflicted, thereâs definitely more than what heâs telling me. Nevertheless, Iâm not budging. I donât wanna sit at home being useless and worry the entire time.
He took a deep breath in, and let out a loud sigh. He looked at me with a defeated smile. âIâm not getting rid of you, am I?â
âNope.â
âAlright, fine, but youâre sticking close.â
Before I could celebrate too much, I felt the ground beneath me disappear into bright blue light. Not anything sudden, more gentle really. Even then, I felt disoriented with my feet going from firmly grounded to touching the air! Not to mention how light my whole body felt. Gravity did a complete 180 and I got flipped around, landing under the truck.Â
I nearly lost my grip but a hand on my back kept me in place long enough for me to recollect myself. Leo portalled us here.Well, obviously he did, it just caught me off guard again. Itâs not really too bad going through his portals but it sure is a fucking trip when itâs unexpected. Either way, it got the job done.Â
They drove for quite a damn while. It wasnât the most pleasant experience having to cling on to the bottom of a moving truck as the only scents to breathe in were that of oil and gasoline, but we probably looked super cool! My ears disagreed but oh well. They parked in front of a mall this time. Not just any mall, the fucking World Trade Center! Weâre literally on the other side of the city, what on Earth could they need here?
I wanted to follow them in but Leo was against it. He said itâd be safer for us to spy from a distance for now so we went to the roof of a neighboring building, looking in at them. The Foot are on one of the higher floors, almost seeming like theyâre scavenging for something.Â
Leoâs trying to figure out another way in for us. I still donât understand why we didnât just follow them. I know Leoâs not a total reckless nutcase or anything, but being this cautious felt a little unlike him.Â
âHey, look, I donât mean to shoot your own words back at you or anything. But you know you can tell me if somethingâs up, right?âÂ
For a split second, he looked different. His eyes were dead, his lips shut and neutral. He stared at me but he looked so⌠lost. Empty.Â
And then his smile returned, face back to normal. Or at least what he convinced me was normal. Iâm not so sure anymore. He flicked my forehead again. Even softer than the first time he did it. âStop worrying so much! Youâre gonna give yourself a chasm worse than Raphâs.â
I didnât know how to take it from there. So I just watched him.
He eventually decided on portalling us into the buildingâs vent system. Itâs a little cramped but was the only place we can eavesdrop without being immediately spotted. Though honestly, I donât mind this one bit! Iâm controlling the impulsive adrenaline ,however, he didnât say shit about internal adrenaline! I canât help it if stealth makes me giddy!
âHehe! Itâs like weâre in a movie!â
âLove your enthusiasm as always but remember to not get too caught up in it.â
I momentarily shoved my excitement to the side as we both tried listening in on the Foot Clan. The skinny dude, who I now know to be the Lieutenant, is barking orders at the rest of the soldiers scouting around while talking to the giant Brute.Â
âYou disabled the cameras, correct? You know we canât make it any harder for them!â
âOf course I did, itâs a no-brainer! Whyâd ya have to ask it like that?â Woah, villain or not, his New Yorker accent is one to admire! âYou know, sometimes I feel like you think Iâm just stupid and nothinâ more.â
âOh, donât start now. Focus on finding good metal. The sooner we finish this the better.â
Hearing his raspy voice makes my own throat itch a little. I lightly clawed at it, trying to not make too much noise as I moved.Â
I leaned a little closer to Leo âWhat do you think they need metal for?âÂ
âNot sure. Could be to make more soldiers or something? Itâd be a cool upgrade from their paper soldiers.â
Leoâs tone seems a little lighter than before, Iâm glad to hear him joke around again. âThey could make paper soldiers?â
âYeah! And theyâre completely sentient, one of them even became besties with Raph! Anyway,â he pointed down at a handful of soldiers collecting metal artifacts âtheyâre probably trying to make those origami soldiers again with something stronger.â
âBut how would you fold metal?â
âBeats me, Mikey would know more on this. Heâs figuring out how to recreate whatever spell they used so we could get some help with patrolling. Word of advice though, salami origami does not work as a substitute.â
âNo shit. Whoâs bright idea was that?â
â...You donât know him.â His guilty face says it all.
We were giggling a little too loudly, I suppose. One of the Foot dudes stopped and started listening for our voices again. He shrugged and moved on soon enough. I didnât realize I was covering my mouth till I let myself breathe again.
âWe should probably be a little quieter and take this stealth thing more seriously.â
I nodded in agreement. Heâs not upset, honestly heâs struggling just as much as I am to choke down more giggles. Itâs like weâre hiding under a blanket during a sleepover pretending weâre not awake in front of the parents and not in a likely life or death situation spying on the black-magic cult. Iâm trying my best but itâs already hard enough to keep my adrenaline addiction in check and Leo being here makes it worse in the best ways possible.Â
Still, I donât wanna know what happens if we get cau- What was that creaking sound?
CLANG!Â
It would seem those were not really sturdy vents.Â
You know that moment from the Ice Age sequel when the vultures surround the main cast with hungry, devilish eyes ready to feast on them at any given moment? Yeah, letâs just say I wouldnât be surprised if the Foot Clan randomly bursts into song about âglorious foodâ full on broadway musical style.
âUh⌠Hey, fellas! Long time no see, am I right?â Despite his demeanor, I caught the real reason he raised his hands. I reached back for mine as well.
A sheath of metal filled the air as Leo took his katanas out their case, perfectly timed with the Lieutenantâs new orders.
âGET THEM!âÂ
âRun, hide first then get the stolen thingie if you can. Iâll keep âem busy!â Leo charged into the fight, holding them off to make sure they couldnât get to me.
Unfortunately, thereâs like a bajillion of them that can easily outnumber us. Iâve learned to be quite a slippery sprinter but even then two already managed to block my path.
Now would be a good time to turn invisible!
âCome on, come on!â I could barely get the sparks to even start spreading. Turns out stress is a huge fucking factor I neglected in my training.Â
I wouldnât have minded if it just took a few seconds to work but the real issue was I couldnât keep it working. I didnât even really go invisible, just sorta flashed in and out of transparency for a few seconds! The only reason I havenât gotten caught yet is âcause these two morons are too busy laughing at me.
âIs that really the best you can do!? Whoever you are, little girl, youâve got your work cut out for you!âÂ
âOh no! Sheâs⌠sheâs⌠blinking like an old flashlight!! Weâre so scared!â
âŚBITC-
Resorted to traditional methods. I made the sickles the consistency of a metal pot and threw it at one of their heads, knocking them down. The other I kicked straight in the chest while they were distracted by their idiot teammate, also knocking them down. Iâd love nothing more than to give some extra special attention to them but this old flashlightâs gotta run for the shadows while theyâve got an open chance.Â
A blue portal opened in front of me. âHey Salena, so this fightâs a little more intense than I expected and I wanted to quickly check if youâre really sure about-â
âLeo, Iâm fine! Iâm not leaving mid-battle!â
âNo, no, thatâs fine! Thatâs great! Just a reminder thereâs no shame in calling it- DUCK!â
Â
Without hesitance, I dropped to the ground right as his sword swung above me to block one of the soldierâs attacks. Maybe I should let Leo handle this guy since I canât really do much while laying on the floor. Then again, doesn't mean I canât do anything. And also I donât have good impulse control.
âOW!!! WHAT THE FUCK!?â
I bit on to his ankle as hard as I desired despite his pleading cries. I didnât let go until Leo broke out of his shock and finally punched him unconscious. Fighting might actually be a really good way to get out my urges.
âWhy-â
âDonât. If it works, it works.â
I flashed a grin, got back on my feet, and bounced away. I need a better vantage point if I wanna find the stolen item, especially with the chaos over here. I quickly made my way up to the indoor balcony thingie. Terrance? The second floor? Whatever the fuck it is. Iâll have to admit, despite how absolutely pumped Iâm feeling right now, it kinda feels nice getting away from the clusterfuck for a bit. I heard Leo still spamming all his dialogue options to keep the main two creeps occupied. Actually, Iâm pretty sure I can see them from up here, too.Â
âSo, you guys are looking great! Never thought Iâd say this, but I am loving the old look making a return.â His hands did more tricks than usual, keeping his swords flowing like an intricate dance. There are multiple soldiers practically hounding him yet heâs fending them off almost gracefully.
âCanât you stupid children stay out of our way for one night! Thereâs great evil being put on the hold right now for your antics!â
âHey, speaking of evil, whatâs with the normal amount of eyes? Not that Iâm missing the other option but- GAH!â
And yet, even with Leoâs skilled moves, heâs struggling to keep up with the two leaders specifically. I deadass wouldâve been slaughtered by now if I didnât listen to him about hiding.Â
âWe got some outside help. Now, stop askinâ annoying questions and maybe weâll go easier on ya!â He swung his axe again, thankfully missing Leo.
I gotta wonder, from Mikeyâs stories, theyâve fought the Foot Clan with ease several times in the past. Leo was doing fine just now, too. So why does it look like this could be his first time facing off the Lieutenant and Brute? Nobodyâs perfect but I donât think either of us expected him to lose his grace and become borderline clumsy against them.
Wait, no! Distractions! Leo can handle himself, I need to focus on my own task. Stolen thingie! But where the hell is it?
Just as I was about to think they left it in the truck like common sense would dictate, a soft, reflective red glow caught my eye. The moon was on my side tonight.
âThere she is!â
Or maybe I was being too optimistic. In fairness, I shouldâve known I couldnât stay here for long.
It would be really fucking nice to turn invisible now. Sickles? No? Oh, okay, fuck me then I guess.
I hopped off the edge before they could reach me and slinked to the other side of the room, following the red gleam. Despite the sickles betraying me with horrific timing twice tonight, I got them to cover me long enough to reach the ruby ring the glow came from. The light bled past the folds of the drape covering their stolen prize. I lifted it to find a⌠weird mannequin bust? With arms. Decorated with several ornaments and jewelry including the ring. What the fuck are they using this for, a fashion show?Â
I flinched to the sound of a loud thud paired with Leoâs groan. Flipping my head behind me, I saw him cornered against a wall, swords shielding him from the Bruteâs axes.
âOkay, either you two got a lot stronger or my body isnât what it used to be.â
I gotta calm myself down, Leoâs a trained ninja and will likely be completely and totally fine! A tiny slip doesnât mean inevitable doom!
Â
âŚI hope.
I turned my attention back to the mannequin thing to mentally measure its size. Iâm fairly certain itâll fit inside my backpack, itâs not too big. Just gotta get it in now.
Another sound interrupted me. This time, it was loud metallic clanking off the floor. Leoâs katanasâŚ
âOn second thought, maybe itâs both.â His weapons were away from him, too far out of reach. His voice sounded weaker, arms wrapped around his torso.
Oh no.
Neither of them were holding back. As soon as he was down, they were practically hammering at him. His arms were up, defensively blocking his head. Iâm supposed to stay away from this. Iâm supposed to listen and focus on my task. But I canât stop my body from turning when I see something like this happening.Â
Heâs in the air now. I need to move. Heâs being swung. I need to be faster.Â
âLet this be a lesson, turtle. Our battles have drastically changed.â
The window shattered from the force of his body.
âLEO!â
I donât remember ever sprinting this fast, but I was out the window right after through the very hole he created. The height couldnât scare me if it tried. My arm outstretched, I caught him with one hand and had my sickle in the other. Careful to not dare mess up my timing, it snatched onto a power line just as my blades turned to rubber, thick enough to not get us shocked from the voltage.Â
âN-nice⌠nice catch.â
âThanks.â Itâs harder to talk when Iâm panting like a dog and trying to limit my shaking limbs.
His weight felt like it would rip my arms apart. I didnât expect a giant muscular turtle to be light but that doesnât make it hurt any less. Still, some-fucking-how, Iâm able to keep us both hanging from the wire, comprehending the fact that weâre not dead. Thank fuck for Raph forcing me to work out sessions.
âYou, uh, you doing good up there? Youâre breathing kinda heavily. Hey, heavily! Didnât even mean to make that one!â
âLeo I will drop you.â
He convinced me to suffer a little longer and try to swing him, giving enough momentum for him to catch onto the side of the neighboring building. Then, I swung myself, Leo catching me to soften the landing. We scampered up to the roof, coincidentally the same one we were on a while ago.Â
âAnd literally back to square one. Fantastic.â He sighed, clearly annoyed by our failure. His attention quickly shifted once he noticed me rubbing my sore arms. âHey, you okay? Want me to take a look at you?â
âMe? Take a look at yourself first, idiot!âÂ
Iâm not gonna pretend Iâm not in pain, but itâs nothing close to the tragedies on his body currently. His arms are bruised and cut from the fight. One was actively bleeding with bits of glass still stuck in some places. Luckily it was the only fleshy place he took damage on, everything else was protected, albeit a little cracked.
âItâs⌠Itâs fine. My shell took most of the hit, anyway.â This bitch. âBesides, Iâve got bigger things to worry about.â
Despite his condition, he started walking to the edge of the roof, heading back towards the WTC.
âWhere the hell are you going?â
âTo get my katanas back.â
âOh, no, no, no, you are not going back in there! Canât you just make new swords or something?â
âAnd help the foot by practically gifting them Hamato weapons?â
âYou said theyâre made from your magic! Shouldnât that protect them from other people trying to use them?â
âI donât know, we only learned about this ninpo stuff, like, last year! I donât know enough to be sure nothing will happen if I leave them with the Foot. Iâm not doing that.â
âWell, I canât let you go back.â I stood in front of him to block his path. âWe can figure something else out but you are not going back in there! Look at you, itâd be crazy!â
âI was crazy once-â My hand shut his stupid, smug mouth before he could complete the ritual.Â
âLeo, you were thrown out a window! Youâre hurt!â
âHey, hey, itâs okay! Iâve been through worse! Iâm just gonna get my swords back, thatâs all.â He put a hand on my shoulder and threw on a fake smile to comfort me. The blood is literally dripping down his arm as he did, defeating the point. I looked back at his eyes, not bothering to hide how furiously concerned I am. If Iâm reading him right, heâs not oblivious to reality. Heâs a medic, he knows it better than I do.
He took a shaky breath in. âFine, youâre right that Iâm a little hurt. But we canât waste time patching me up, I need to get my swords! Rule number one of basic survival is never let the Foot come into possession with highly mystic material ever.â
âThen Iâll go while you take care of yourself.âÂ
âNO!â His head perked up as his eyes grew wider. He tried saving his initial reaction. âNo way, not happening. Itâs a safer plan if I go in, Iâm more used to themâ Safer for us or for just me.Â
âAnd yet, you got beaten to a pulp, isolated from your weapons, thrown out a window, and are now bleeding with shards of glass sticking out your body. Did I miss anything?â Heâs neglected himself all night being overly cocky and confident nothing bad would happen to him. Thatâs whatâs led to him turning out like this! âThey didnât exactly go easy on you, Leo-â
âThen imagine what theyâd do to you!â
His brows knit together, staring at me, not blinking. I guess my wish was granted since he finally stopped disguising his true fear.
âSalena, please. Stay here, Iâm going in.â
I almost let him go. Almost.
Too bad for him, I yanked him by the mask tails and pulled his stunned face back to face me.Â
âHey, wh-â
âAlright, listen. I know whoever these guys are, theyâre dangerous as fuck. I know Iâm nowhere near as skilled of a fighter as you and I probably never will be. And I know I am way in over my head about this. But none of that matters to me.âÂ
He kept quiet. So I continued. âWhat matters is that Iâm your friend. Friends donât let each other jump into losing battles, okay? Youâre hurt, Leo. Please, just let me help you.â
I looked up at the sky. The clouds are covering the moon now and should stay that way for a little while. I could take advantage of the newfound darkness.Â
I stood on the ledge, mentally preparing myself to reignite the flames. Sure, I talked big about being able to handle myself and whatnot but Iâm just trying to fool myself into thinking Iâm not scared. If I can keep myself level-headed and use my sickles, Iâll be able to stay invisible for a short bit. If I play my cards right, that should be all I need.
I felt a hand grab my wrist. Turning around, I readied myself to once again reassure Leo Iâd be fine but stopped when he put something in my palm. I recognize them, theyâre tanto knives.
âHey.â His smile is forced but not disingenuous.Â
âYouâve got this.â
So off I went with the last little push I needed. The cool night air feels fantastically refreshing on my skin. Every leap leaves me more confident Iâll succeed. I have to. He needs someone he knows he can depend on.Â
I scouted around and found an open window to sneak back in through. Judging by how crazy strong these guys are, my best bet is the element of surprise and for these oversized lethal boomerangs to actually work in my favor. Which they hadnât before. But nothingâs ever hopeless. The reflection off the moon was their main source of light, with the clouds hiding it now and my knowledge of the floorâs layout, I think I might have a working plan this time.
I rushed over to the balcony I was at previously, this time being more cautious of any look-outs. There were three of them up here so Iâm glad I didnât choose the reckless route. I took my sickles out my backpack, breathed in, and turned invisible. A little harder to do since my nerves havenât completely disappeared but itâs going smoother than before.Â
I snuck up to the soldier at the back of the trio, covering his mouth and dragging him to the dark, knocking him out shortly after. His two buddies were a piece of cake after that, hit one with a blunt-force sickle and take the other by hand at the same time. No one noticed a thing.Â
With the balcony cleared, I reclaimed my little sighting spot and looked over the entire floor, making note of every nook and cranny I could hide in. The clanâs focus changed since last time, theyâre trying to get out as fast as possible. Seems like theyâre taking Leoâs katanas with them since Lieutenant Itchy McSore-Throat was holding onto them.
âAll of you hurry up! We must get out of here!â
I spotted the stolen mannequin in the distance. Itâs actually not too far and surprisingly not removed. The two leaders seem distracted by someone. Perfect timing. I crept down and started taking out some more soldiers, listening in to the conversation at the same time.Â
âWhat about getting all the mystic metal we can?â Thatâs a new voice.
âForget the metal, weâve got enough for today. We need to leave or that turtle will bring reinforcements!âÂ
âYeah, sure, whatever makes ya happy, boss.âÂ
âYou better not be questioning my authority.â
âOur authority, he means. Weâve had your type before, and they grew to be traitors. I suggest you donât test the patience of the Foot âcause itâs growinâ thin.â
âNice phrasing! Even if you shouldnât have interrupted me.â I canât tell if these two have workplace tension or workplace bromance anymore. âBut heâs right. Youâd do well to remember your place, rookie.âÂ
âHey, I wasnât tryna question anything guys. Just sayinâ maybe we shouldâve planned this better in case we got caught.â
âSo you may be right. Weâll keep it in mind but work on your delivery when it comes to criticism. Now quickly, go join the others.â
âCan I at least hold the magic swords?â
âNo.â
She grumbled and left through the door, likely exiting the building. Her attitude was a pleasant surprise. Iâll admit, I kinda assumed all the Foot soldiers had brain-numbing levels of obedience.Â
The clouds were clearing up, though. The moonlight brightened the room back up, I canât use the darkness for cover much longer. Alas, if only I knew how to use my literal invisibility powers for longer than a few seconds but you know what? This is genuinely perfectly okay. Iâve taken out enough of them to only leave a few left standing, not to mention the majority of them are already out the building. I gotta take these freaks head on if I wanna get Leoâs swords. No more hide and seek.
I let the light illuminate me.Â
âHey guys!~â I waved gleefully as the Foot idiots finally noticed my presence. âRemember me? Hope it hasnât been too long.â
âYou!â The Brute turned to me first. âYouâre the Hamato ally from earlier!â
âWhat are you doing here! Why have you returned!â
âYou sure have a way of asking questions that makes them feel like statements. Anyway, Iâm here to collect something you stole from my friend.â
He gripped the swords as he scowled at me. I held my own sickles tighter.
âYou foolish child! You leave us no choice but take you out permanently.â
âOh, really now? You and what army.â
I scoffed when I caught his expression change. Everyone looked at each other, noting how very few of them are suddenly in the room. So distracted they barely noticed me going for my first blow.Â
He quickly got ready to block me with Leoâs weapon, absolutely bewildered when I only zoomed past him and sliced at the leg of another soldier behind him. It wasnât too deep but poor guy was still rendered useless. I dashed to my left at another soldier, dodging his attack and punching right up his chin.Â
âWhatâs going on!? Those sickles were dull the last time she used âem!â
Â
âThey must be mysticâŚâÂ
âRight you are, Lieutenant! I kept them dull on purpose, my mistake.âÂ
I threw a tanto at a cultistâs shoulder.Â
âYou threw Leo out a window. I think you can bear to see some blood.â
One by one, I went around the room, sprinting past anyone chasing after me and immobilizing anyone with their guard down. I got in a groove good enough to keep myself progressing along while getting out my rage. I wasnât kidding before, I wouldâve kept my blades dull again. Iâm still careful to not do anything fatal but Iâm not gonna be exactly merciful, either. They deserve this.
Fighting felt like dancing, gliding across the room in an energetic fashion. Iâm not crazy enough to go for the Lieutenant or Brute which ended up being a plus for me. They was more than ready to protect themselves, but not their team. At last, I got them all exactly where I needed them.Â
Alright, stay calm. Turn invisible no matter what.
My sickles shone with a pink glow, allowing me to disappear from their sight. I scampered past them, reaching the bejeweled mannequin behind them. It feels a little different? But there isnât any concrete proof for this so my brainâs just tricking me. Whatever, no time to lose. I shoved it in my bag, getting myself used to the weight, and aimed a sickle at his arm.
Â
âWhereâd she go!?â
âStay alert! Donât let her catch you off guard!âÂ
A bit late for that buddy.Â
My blade sliced through, leaving a massive gash on his arm. He screamed and dropped Leoâs sword. I ran through, catching it just as I became visible again. I snatched the other one as quickly as possible and sprinted to create some distance.
I held my arm up to my face, making good use of the wrapsâ built-in comms. âLeo! Heads up!â
I threw a katana out the window, smashing the glass as it flew outside. I stopped in my tracks with a smirk. I knew we won.
I dodged the last attacks of the night, accelerating faster than I realized I could go. âWell folks, this was quite a fun match! Hope to never see you again!â Blue light sparked across my body. I leapt in the air, gave a quick peace sign purely to piss âem off, and bid my farewell.
âToodles~â
Teleportation isnât actually too bad if you know itâs coming.
The cool night air returned on my skin. I was floating for a few seconds before crashing to the roof on my knees. I didnât even care about the pain, I was too busy enjoying the hug I received for my success!Â
âI DID IT! I FUCKING DID IT! WOOHOO!!!â
âCelebrations later, escaping now! Come on!âÂ
Leo dragged me up and pulled us through another portal.
***
âWe are the champions!~
âGone with the losers âcause we are the champions!âÂ
I handed another slice of pizza to Leo, half the box pepperoni for him and the other half plain cheese for me. We already dropped off the mannequin back to the museum and I gave an anonymous tip to 911 so now weâre simply chilling on the roof singing to celebrate our victorious night. Iâm honestly still hyper as hell over it.
âI canât believe we actually did it! I canât believe I actually did it! Salena one, Foot Clan NONE BABY, FUCK YEA!â
âMan, I am so happy you came out okay. You have no idea how relieved I was when I saw you again.â He bit into the cheese, the least stressed Iâve seen him all night.
I couldnât realize it earlier but that hug he gave wasnât for my success. Itâs clear to me now.
âLeo?â
âHm?â He looked towards me as he bit into the cheese.
âThanks for trusting me.â
He mirrored my smile. âHey, weâre friends, right? Thatâs what Iâm here for.â
The spring breeze feels so sweet. The view of the city is rewarding as always. A safe city, a safe night. I can see why theyâre so into this whole hero gig. Everything about this moment feels absolutely perfect.
Buzz! Buzz!
I swear to god if my fucking phoneâs gonna ruin it again. I quickly checked the notif to see if it was anything important. To my surprise, itâs Jaiden.
They sent me a text. The first one in weeks. Itâs a dumb meme I saw earlier today.
We used to do this a lot in the past. Whenever we got into a fight, itâd be our way of ending it. We could never stay mad at each other for more than a day. In the past at least.
I guess this means theyâre not mad at me anymore.
âEverything okay?â Leo stared at me, probably concerned by my change in demeanor.Â
I double tapped to like Jaidenâs meme and put my phone away, going back to normal.
âItâs nothing important. Just, uh, highschool stuff. You wouldnât get it.â
He laughed âOh, okay, well. I know Iâm too fabulous to be the average, uncool, normal teen guy doing normal teen things like going to highschool that you want right now butâŚâ
âIf you ever need someone to lend a shoulder, you know who to call.â
Heâs an idiot, but a very sweet one when he wants to be.Â
âThanks, Leo, but I mean it this time. Itâs nothing.â I raised up my slice to request a toast of some sorts. âLetâs go back to celebrating, shall we?â
He let out a satisfied chuckle, returning my toast. I didnât wanna let anything ruin the way I felt tonight, even if their text tainted the vibe a bit. But hey, itâs technically a win, too! I got my confirmation that Jaiden and I are indeed still friends.
Though I gotta admit, Iâm not as happy as I thought Iâd be.
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LOWKEY BEEN INSPIRED BY @not-sure-what-im-feeling s AWESOME OCS AND LORE (Go check them out)
And it inspired me to talk about MY ocs :D
I mention in passing that I am in fact writing a novel, but I try to avoid saying too much to prevent spoilers buuuuut I think I can keep it vague enough while still rambling <3
The novel (technically a novella) is called 'The Shadow Walker' and here's a draft of a blurb:
With no friends, an absent mom, an abusive dad, and a shadow that inexplicably went missing; Nicholas Walker is convinced his life couldnât possibly get any worse. But everything changes when he meets something (or someone) who may or may not want him dead.
(Not the best but again it;s a draft)
ANYWAY THIS IS MY BOY NICHOLAS
He's 12 years old and a selective mute and my scrungliest little blorbo who experiences the horrorsâ˘. He doesn't have any friends, is neglected by his parents, and all in all has a bad time before the book starts :(
The only source of healthy food in the house (he borrows money from his dad and goes to the store alone) but is severely malnourished from eating nothing more than reheated takeout his dad left in the fridge. Nick doesn't talk verbally unless it's to his dad (out of necessity) and otherwise converses in ASL (which I'm learning for this book <3). Loves pretty buildings and stargazing, has a dream of visiting things like Notre Dame and the colloseum some day and is fascinated by architecture. I just realised that this kid would adore Minecraft but anyway after things get better for him he's given Lego models of like the eiffel tower and he loves them :)
Gonna stop before I spend the entire post talking about my boy and move onto
HIS MOMM
You know that thing that's like, "Not a bad person, just a bad parent"? Yeah. That's her. She ran away from her abusive boyfriend and left Nick behind out of fear, since she didn't know if she could survive by herself, much less with a child in tow. She ends up leaving with her best friend and they travel around the world a lot for their job. They're a musician who plays back up for bands in different places and Rachel ends up learning to play some stuff too after watching them for so long. The two end up dating at some point and they've been together ever since. Rachel still sends Nicholas a postcard every time she travels to a new place, but she doesn't have the courage to actually see him in person yet. Also fun fact. She's descended from a woman who was killed for being a 'witch' during the salem trials. This is relevant to the story :3
Do I have to talk about his dad??? Ughhhhh fine
This is Gregory Walker. I hate him. bye.
Not but fr, he's a terrible father. Works at a convenience store and his co-workers fear him. Lives off of take-out and instant ramen, never checks on his son. Spends all his money gambling and buying alchohol. Literally would not notice if he missed an entire month of his life (*cough* foreshadowing *cough*)
ANYWAY ONTO TWO OF MY FAVOURITES
LEXI AND CHELSEAAA
Lexi is a single mom who grew up kinda spoiled and is still figuring out how to raise a kid. Her parents are kinda helpful about it but also she doesn't want to raise Chelsea how she was raised so hgjhrj. Chelsea was orignally planned to be autistic since this entire book is a transparent cover for neurodivergent rep but the version of her in my head is so very ADHD instead. They only show up near the end of the book so I'm still experimenting with them a bit but Lexi is a huge book worm and Chelsea loves unicorns, like, I mean in the 'mythology is cool way' not the 'stereotypical girl behaviour' way. She does love pink things and sparkles though
THERE IS ANOTHER CHARACTER BUT THEY'RE A SPOILERRRR BUT I WILL JUST SAY THEY ARE NOT HUMAN AND ALSO WHAT THE TITLE OF THE BOOK IS TALKING ABOUT
(It's a sentient shadow, that's- do you get the pun in the name- there's three references in it-)
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Writerly Question Tag
Stealing this one from @leahnardo-da-veggie but leaving it under a cut because it's really long :D
I'm tagging @starlit-hopes-and-dreams @pleasestaywithmedarling @writingphoenix and @sarandipitywrites if you feel like doing it (there's a lot of questions :D) and also an open tag.
About You
When did you start writing?
I probably "wrote" before, but I remember wanting to write some huge fantasy epic when I was around 12-14. Spoiler: I did not, in fact, write a huge fantasy epic.
Are the genres/themes you enjoy reading different from the ones you write?
I read more things than I like to write. I only write romance-adjacent darkish fantasy (is it slice of life if the char gets sliced), but I love reading murder mysteries, some more mainstream romance, and lots of YA and fantasy that are heavier on the plot than what I do.
Is there an author (or just a fellow writer!) you want to emulate, or one to whom youâre often compared?
I don't actively try to emulate anyone, but I sure keep picking up things left and right. But even when I read something great and think "wow, I wish I could write like this" it often would not fit "my" style, whatever that may be. The one time I actively tried to soak up things was from my dearest @alittlewhump <3
Can you tell me a little about your writing space(s)?
There really is just once space, which is my desk, because I do not have a laptop and I will not write on my phone. Also, I never leave the house, so. (It's a mess, and with the exception of several character prints on the loft bed in front of the desk, the decoration is gaming oriented.)
Whatâs your most effective way to muster up some muse?
Hahahahhaaha. *sobs* Sometimes ridiculous deadlines and pressure work.
Did the place(s) you grew up in influence the people and places you write about?
Absolutely. For example, I have never had real contact to anyone in my family outside parents/siblings/grandparents (and the latter are long dead), so I tend to forget that families can be bigger and most of my chars have exactly one sibling XD Also sorry y'all (nonspecific) are fed up with the generic western european fantasy world with deciduous forests, snowy winters, and castles, but *looks around* yeah.
Are there any recurring themes in your writing, and if so, do they surprise you at all?
Loneliness. Looking for a place to belong. Never being enough. Trying to figure out wtf love is. Haha. I am super surprised.
Your Characters
Would you please tell me about your current favorite character? (Current WIP, past WIP, never used, etc.)
We all know it's Damien, don't we? đ I can't just write like 300k words about a guy going through hell and back without loving him. He's perfect. Traumatic backstory. Lowkey morally gray even though he has such a good heart. He gets the pain, and the asexuality, and the self-hate, and the cool sparkly magic. For my active projects, there's Riordan, my aro-allo, ridiculously positive mercenary guy who has no manners - I really, really want to make him despair and cry for once. And there are Ross and Irina, and it's impossible to have one without the other, but I can't even say much about them yet, because they're still developing (we gotta get them out of the torture dungeon so they can have a personality.)
Which of your characters would you be friends with in real life?
Probably Merridy. I wish I could show her video games. It's a fantasy story and you can play it yourself? Sign her up. It would be hard not to be friends with Riordan, though.
Which characters would you dislike the most if you met them?
Except for all the bad guys, I think Lily would be too exhausting for me. Not so much dislike, just please get your early bird extroverted energy over there while I remain over here.
Tell me about the process of coming up with your characters?
I have a vibe, and that vibe grows arms and legs. Sometimes even a regular amount. By the time I put the char on (digital) paper for the first time, I know very little about them other than a few bullet points. They develop together with the story.
Do you notice any reoccurring themes/traits in your characters?
Asexuality. I have to force myself to write an allo char, and even then ... XD I also probably need a guide on how to write neurotypical chars, sometimes I look at one and am like... "oh no, not you, too." And almost all of them like books :D
How do you picture your characters?
I do not. (Aphantasia gang rise up.) I create portraits for them in the game I play, which works ok-ish. It doesn't have great options, but I'm stuck with it, because I have most of them as characters I play.
Your Writing
Whatâs your reason for writing?
I have to. There's things in my head. They need to leave.
Is there a specific comment or type of comment you find particularly motivating coming from your readers?
To be frank, I write about things that will alienate a lot of "normal" readers, be it the violence, the queerness, or disabilities. It means a lot to me if something like that resonates with someone, because if I don't reach that audience the only one that's left is the one that asks "but why would you include X, ew :/"
How do you want to be thought of by those who read your work?
While I wish my work to be perceived, I do not wish to be perceived myself.
What do you feel is your greatest strength as a writer?
I uh. Write. By which I mean, I don't need anything to start. No outline, no moodboard, nothing but 3 vibes in a trenchcoat and some random thought I had a few months ago. Sometimes I get stuck and lose interest, but I have a couple of finished works, so I'll keep going like that for now.
What have you been frequently told your greatest writing strength is by others?
I have no idea, but it's not prepositions.
How do you feel about your own writing?
It's good enough. (Except for the prepositions.)
If you were the last person on earth and knew your writing would never be read by another human, would you still write?
Probably. I mean, I hate writing by hand, so depends on how long electricity is running without any other humans around, but that's not the question, is it. I'm not sure it would take the same shape as it does now, if I never publish, I don't need to stress myself with the deadline of edits, but I would still have to put it all down, because I HATE when I forget my daydreams đ
When you write, are you influenced by what others might enjoy reading, or do you write purely what you enjoy?
I mostly write what I want to read myself, but I would be lying if I didn't admit that I have added things multiple times in the past thinking "oh, I know who would like that". To be clear, that's not talking about an "audience", that's my dearest friends who could go for a little impalement or medieval execution :) Sometimes it's also "you know what we need more of?" posts, but let's be honest, none of those people will ever read it. I just happen to agree with them. On the other hand, I have censored myself in the past because I was afraid what others will say. It's great sitting on every single fucking squick list out there. Lastly, there's also that issue where sometimes, I want to write something, but the story develops in a way that it doesn't end up fitting, and while I am sad, I will bow to the will of the story.
#salad-tag#salad-find#that was a fun one#to be fair I ALSO could go for a little impalement or medieval execution but knowing at least one other person will enjoy it is encouraging#honestly the whump community was motivating in the first few months#there's others out here!#but now it's stifling more than anything
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Hi, i like your writing!
I've got 2 song request ideas, if you want...
The first one, for Alphaville's 'Forever Young', maybe with James? Y/n doesn't want to grow old and is insecure, but James is really sweet about it.
And the second one for 'Love from the other side' from Fall Out Boy. Maybe that one of the Marauders is in love with someone who is forced on the other side of the war.
Only if you want to ofcourse, and you can also change the interpretation or story. No pressure! <3
I'm doing the second one for now, as I cannot figure out how to write you're first idea without repeating the same thing over and over iykwim. I am gonna write it I just need a bit. Anyway, I hope you like it as I did get a little carried away. No shame though.
Love From The Other Side
Sirius Black x reader words; 2,581 song; Love From the Other Side by Fallout Boy warnings; blood, death, death eaters, voldemort in the flesh, yk, not good ending my masterlist yall i got CARRIED away, i lowkey had sm fun writing it though like i've never really written an 'evil' character and it was amazing. i'll defo be doing it more anyway, if you love a song, the marauders, and my writing, request a song fic and your wish shall be my command. HAVE FUN!
Model house like meltdowns
Still a modern dream let down, it kills me
Sirius knew the risks of dating a Slytherin. But despite everything inside him telling him not to trust the girl, he couldnât stop himself from doing so. She drew him in like a moth to flame. Unfortunately for Sirius, flames burn.Â
You know I'm dying out here
What would you trade the pain for?
I'm not sure
âPads, where is she?â James asked quickly as he shot a spell at a Death Eater.
Sirius did the same, knocking the Death Eater backwards, âI donât know, James. Iâve got no clue at fucking all.â He said angrily as a soft spell hit his chest and pushed him back. He stared straight at the Death Eater, who simply cocked their head and flew away as black smoke. âWhat the fuck.â He mumbled, questioning why he was spared.
We were a hammer to the statue of David
We were a painting you could never frame and
âSirius, Iâm so sorry I wasnât there. Are you all right?â Y/n asked as she burst through the doors of the Potter manor.
Sirius smiled gently at her, âIâm okay.â he said and Y/n let out a relieved sigh, biting back the guilt that was creeping up on her.Â
You were the sunshine of my lifetime
What would you trade the pain for?
âI need to go.â Y/n said quietly, letting go of Siriusâ hand.
âAgain?â He asked. âYou keep disappearing. Where are you going?â
Y/n pressed a kiss to her boyfriend's lips, âNot important. Iâll see you later.â She said and apparated away. Sirius furrowed his brow at the small amount of black smoke left behind.
This city always hangs a little bit lonely on me, loose
Like a kid playing pretend in his father's suit
âNo, we need to be smarter than that.â A voice said and Sirius ducked behind a bush, keeping in a gasp as he saw a group of Death Eaters in a circle.
âYou donât know anything, girl.â
âI know how much stronger I am than you, Malfoy.â The same voice said and Sirius couldnât help but recognize it. But how? âHow much more worth I have to the Dark Lord. Back off.â
I'll never go, I just want to be invited, oh
Got to give up, get the feeling
Get the feeling, don't fight it, fight it
âSirius, youâve been zoning out. Whatâs going on?â Remus asked as the Order, minus Y/n who had left for personal business again, sat around a wooden table.
Sirius looked up, fighting back the tears, âI think Y/nâs a Death Eater.â
Sending my love from the other side of the apocalypse
And I just about snapped
Don't look back
Sirius stared at the Death Eater he was sure was his girlfriend, raising his wand with his chin held up high as he ignored the chaos ensuing around them. The Death Eater did the same and he scoffed.
âI know itâs you, Y/n. I know youâve betrayed us.â The Death Eater didnât respond, instead shooting a spell at Sirius, who quickly created a shield. âJust admit it. Youâre one of them.â Spell, shield. âI fucking know itâs you! All your secret outings.â Spell, shield. Sirius took a few steps closer. âDonât be a coward.â Spell, shield, step. âShow me your face.â Spell, shield, pounce.Â
Every lover's got a little dagger in their hand
Love from the other side of the apocalypse
Sirius jumped onto the Death Eater, not thinking about the consequences as he ripped the mask from their head. Although he already knew, her face confirming his suspicions made his heart clench and throat tighten.Â
âYou fucking traitor.â He seethed, apparating away before the tears could fall.
And I just about snapped
Don't look back
Every lover's got a little dagger in their hand
Y/n froze on the ground, staring at the spot the love of her life was before he disappeared. Her head snapped to the side when she heard a strangled gasp and watched as her best friend gasped in horror, James pulling her away from the girl as he looked at her sadly before disappearing with his sobbing wife. Remus shook his head at her, tears in his eyes as well as his figure vanished.Â
Y/n laid down on the ground, completely emotionless. The only indicator of her feelings was the lone tear that slid down her cheek and soaked into her hair.
Generation sleep
I'm falling in and out of love
I'm getting that tilted feeling out here
âYou let them figure you out?â Malfoy sneered at Y/n who rolled her eyes.
âNow, now, Lucius. Let poor Y/n have a moment to mourn, she did just lose the love of her life.â Voldemort jeered. It was as if she had been stabbed in the heart as she shook her head.
âI donât care.â She said, her voice steady.
Voldemort nodded, a nasty smile coming across his face, âDelightful.â
What would you trade the pain for?
I'm not sure
âNo.â Frank Longbottom said, refusing to believe the news.
âY/n?â His wife, Alice, asked quietly.
Nowhere left for us to go but heaven
A summer falling through our fingers again and
James nodded, âYes. Y/n has unfortunately joined the Death Eaters, actually, we believe she was a Death Eater before she was a member of the Order. So that means any plans we already had, will need to change-â
âAny plans they already had, will change.â Y/n repeated to the group.
âWe need to change where we meet.â
âTheyâll change where they meet.â
âWe need new members.â
âTheyâll recruit new members.â
âAnything to stay one step ahead of them.â
âTheyâll do anything to stay a step ahead of us, without knowing weâre already three steps ahead.â
You were the sunshine of my lifetime
What would you trade the pain for?
Y/n sighed as she racked her brain, parchment in front of her and quill in hand. Where would they go next? Slowly, other thoughts crept in. Do I know what Iâm even doing? Am I making the right choice, or fucking up royally? What about Sirius? When did my act become real life with him? When did I actually start loving him?
I shook the thoughts away as a lightbulb went off. The abandoned Black Manor. Bingo. That had to be where theyâd meet next. I wrote down the address on the parchment and stood to bring it to everyone but froze at the door. Should I really do this?Â
We're told we gotta get ahead, yeah, no matter what it takes
But there's no way off the hamster wheel on this rat race
Sirius held his breath as he waited to ambush the Death Eaters. They had figured out about the mini meeting being held, and brought the better part of the Order to out number them and attack. He only hoped Y/n wouldnât be there, because he didnât know what would happen. He didnât know if he would kill her or kiss her and beg her to come back to the light.Â
James gave Sirius the signal and he immediately shot a spell down, alerting the Death Eaters of their presence. Frank jumped down from where he was hiding and shot a spell at a Death Eater, knocking them backwards. As the big fight began, one of the Death Eaters whistled loudly and black smoke filled the area. What? They knew? How?Â
He spotted Y/n taking down one of the members of the Order and it clicked. They might have completely changed their plans, but their strategy stayed the same, and she knew it by heart. Because she created it.
I'll never go, I just want to be invited, oh
Got to give up, get the feeling
Get the feeling, don't fight it, fight it
âJames, are you alright?â Lily asked, looking over her husband as he smiled and placed his hand on her baby bump, pressing a small kiss to her cheek.
âIâm okay. They knew about the ambush, and just ambushed us back.â He explained and she nodded sadly, knowing exactly who the culprit of their knowledge was.
Sirius shook in anger and grabbed a glass that rested on the table. He threw it hard at the wall, refraining from screaming his head off for no apparent reason. Lily gasped and James stepped in front of her protectively.Â
âNo matter what we do, with her on their side, we will never win.âÂ
Sending my love from the other side of the apocalypse
And I just about snapped
Don't look back
âWhat happened?â Y/n seethed, her wand pointed threateningly to a random Death Eater.
âThe boy, he couldnât be killed.â The Death Eater explained, his voice shaking.
âAnd the parents?â
âDead.â Y/n shuddered, refraining from breaking down knowing people who used to be so important to her ceased to exist.
âThe Dark Lord?â
âNot dead, but almost.â
Y/n nodded, âWeâll heal him, until then Iâll keep an eye on the boy as he grows up. And when the time comes, the Dark Lord will seek out his revenge.â
Every lover's got a little dagger in their hand
Love from the other side of the apocalypse
âSirius Black escaped, did you hear?â Lucius asked, coming into the dining room.
Y/n nodded, âI did. And?â
Lucius growled, âWell, I thought youâd like to know your boyfriend escaped from the inescapable.â
Y/n shrugged, âIâm not at all surprised. In fact, I thought he wouldâve been out as soon as he was in. Not almost thirteen years later. However, it does give us a swell chance of breaking out some fellow Death Eaters, yes?â
Lucius briefly nodded, âYes.â
Y/nâs eyes darkened as she smirked, âYes, what, Lucius? Remember what our Lord demanded my name be, you should.â
Lucius refrained from rolling his eyes, âYes, My Lady.â
And I just about snapped
Don't look back
Every lover's got a little dagger in their hand
Y/n smiled as the Dark Lord was reborn, ignoring the clench in her heart at the strangled cries of Harry. He had grown into a handsome young man, thatâs no doubt. He had the face of his father, and the eyes of his mother.Â
âMy Lady, my most loyal follower. Almost my equal, come.â The Dark Lord muttered and she obeyed. He whispered in her ear and her eyes fell onto the dead boy by a broken headstone. She nodded and stood back where she was.
Y/n glanced at Harry with a sinister grin, âPleasure to see you again, Harry. Tell your parents I said hi when you see them again, yeah? We left off on the rather wrong foot, if you ask me.â
I saw you in a bright clear field
Hurricane heat in my head
Y/n stood quietly in the shadows as Lucius took the prophecy from Harryâs hand and turned around, only to be met with Sirius Black.
âGet away from my godson.â Sirius sneered and punched Lucius hard in the face. A small smile came across my face as I remembered our days in Hogwarts. His punch was exactly the same.
The kinda pain you feel to get good in the end, good in the end
Inscribed like stone and faded by the rain
"Give up what you love
Give up what you love before it does you in"
Sirius fought silently with Lucius, Harry standing behind with a winning grin. Y/nâs head flew to the side as she heard the familiar woosh of someone landing and shock coursed through her body as the words met her ears.
âAvada Keda-â
âExpelliarmus!â Y/n muttered quickly, making Bellatrixâ wand fly from her hand. Everyone looked around in shock, not knowing where the spell came from. âUnfortunately, Bellatrix, killing Sirius Black is of no use to us. And it makes things much less exciting, donât you think, sweetheart?â She asked as she stepped out from the shadows, not missing Siriusâ gasp.
Y/n walked up to Sirius and he held his wand up threateningly. She held up her hands in defense and took a step closer.
âWhat do you want?â He asked, a hand protectively going to Harry.
Y/nâs eyes softened, âI know you will never forgive me, I doubt youâll even believe me, but I am so sorry, Sirius. For everything. I love you so, so much., donât forget to reread my letter.â She whispered and disappeared, leaving smoke in her spot as Bellatrix and Lucius followed suit.
âWhat was that?â Harry asked as Sirius locked eyes with Remus.
Sending my love from the other side of the apocalypse
And I just about snapped
Don't look back
âThe diary, the ring, the gauntlet-â Harry repeated to Remus and Sirius, studying the letter.
âShe told us everything and we were too daft to notice.â Sirius finished, shaking his head.
âWait, so is she evil or not?â Ron asked and the room stayed silent, genuinely lost. Ron turned to the smartest person he knew, âHermione?â
Hermione shook her head, a defeated look in her eyes, âI have no idea.â
Every lover's got a little dagger in their hand
Love from the other side of the apocalypse
âThe boy who lived has come to die.â Voldemort said, a wicked smile on his lips. Y/n stood by his side, zoning out as everything happened. She stared at Sirius, who stared right back. They eye contest was broken when Voldemort called Draco to his side. Y/n shook her head slightly at the boy who looked to her for instruction, but with the encouragement of his father he unwillingly walked over, only to receive an awkward hug from Voldemort. Y/n glanced at Sirius one last time, but he was gone.
And I just about snapped
Don't look back
Every lover's got a little dagger in their hand
âAn entire war is going on and youâre here?â Y/n asked, leaning against the doorway of the main bedroom in the shrieking shack.
âI knew youâd follow me.â He said simply, gazing out of the window. âBut you knew that already.â
Y/n nodded, âI did.â
âAnd you know why I want you here?â He asked, finally looking Y/n in the eyes.
She grinned, âI do. You want answers.â
Sirius nodded, âBingo.â
Y/n sighed and stood up straight, walked over to Sirius who stood from his spot on the bed.
âSirius, the last thing you want is answers.â She said quietly, her lips impossibly close to his.
He shook his head, âI do, you canât tell me what I want and donât.â
Y/n let out a breathy laugh, âI know you want this.â She said and leaned in, kissing him gently. He hesitated but reciprocated the kiss, letting his hand snake around her neck and into her hair. âIâm sorry.â She mumbled against his lips and pain bloomed in his abdomen.Â
He closed his eyes, the cool metal of the dagger quickly warming with his blood. Y/n helped him down to the floor gently, keeping her hand behind his head so he didnât hit it on the way down.
âWhy?â He whispered.
Y/n smiled and placed a gentle kiss on his forehead before whispering in his ear.
Sending my love
âLong live, Lord Voldemort.â
Sending my love
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blancaposting! ongoing bulleted list of her traits, backstory, lil facts, character rxships, songs, etc
blanca edĂŠn tennebris*
born/raised in east los angeles
got in trouble for ditching her own first communion and playing with the crows in the cemetery outside the church instead. her dress got all dirty. ( â âi hate it! why am i wearing this anyway i donât wanna marry jesus!!â) she said if her parents forced her to go through with it she was gonna bite the priestâs fingers. âŚthey didnât make her go through with it, they knew she would legitimately bite his fingers.
her immediate family is/was very religious, very traditional mexican-american. puro machismo. blancaâs an only child but during family functions she was expected to watch all the younger cousins inside the house while everyone else had fun. as much as she hates it she knows the rosary by heart. but she still has a soft spot for la virgen de guadalupe, to this day. the rose scent of the veladoras calms her down.
she doesnât get along with her family much, except for a few older cousins who introduced her to metal and anime, and a tĂa she visited one winter break in mexico, who taught her how to do limpias de huevo for herself. the day that tĂa passed away was probably the worst day of her life.
(more under cut)
*âtenebrousâ
she needs! her! quiet time! ex: if sheâs working on a piece in an area thatâs starting to get crowded and noisy, she gets overstimulated and has to leave immediately. some days she can handle noisiness, other days she canât. (she can always handle the noisiness at concerts though)
her first kiss was a girl in her catechism class.
likes spooky and haunted things but sheâs not about to go full zak bagans yknow?
her first and middle name were chosen to keep in line with the whole⌠devout catholic thing. blanca means white, âpureâ in a way. the name was also chosen because it was her maternal grandmaâs name, and she was a very pious woman.
she straight up saw la llorona once.
character rxships [updated 8/29]:
toki
sheâs down horrendous but he doesnât notice for a while because she tries to hide or she gets extra quiet when heâs around.
re: kids, blanca: âŚhave you ever had to take care of a kid? like legitimately had to take care of one for a full day? a week? or while theyâre sick? âŚtry that out and get back to me. [personal hc that he does, in fact, try it out. the stickiness, the noise, the sensory overload at times despite a few cute sweet moments. yeah, cats and bunnies all the way.]
draws him cutesy (and brutal) pictures whenever he wants!
gets too shy to hold his hand at first and looks away the first time in true tsundere fashion.
cute spanish nicknames!
both t-shirt thieves, even though most of blancaâs shirts donât fit him. heâs stretched a couple of them out. :/
skwisgaar
likes to mess around with him because of his high opinion of himself. all in good fun though.
calls him âricitosâ/âricitos de oroâ (goldilocks), which he acts like he hates, but lowkey? i think he likes it.
heâs allergic to cilantro, she has that thing that makes it taste bitter and nasty to her. âyouâre not missing much. i donât care what everyone else says, iâm convinced my third eye is open or some shit and thatâs why iâm one of those people that tastes straight SOAP when i eat it.â
nathan
he came across her art on instagram and thought it was sick with the brutal imagery and thatâs why he wanted her to illustrate the next album cover/tshirt designs, but aside from that, they didnât get along too well at first because theyâre kinda similar in the way they like to tease and mess around + they would butt heads a lot creatively.
eventually theyâre chill though. blanca quickly figures out how to shut up and not say certain things even though nathanâs reaction would be funny, and he does the same.
not platonic soulmates, not mortal enemies. theyâre pretty alright together. they pal around.
both fucking love chips
heâs the first to notice her crush on toki and he teases her in passing about it every chance he gets. ass.
murderface
refuses to go in his room. âno fucking way man you have all that old historical stuff in there! that shitâs haunted!â
â âla neta, la neta, la neta. que mala vibra traes, maestro.â
similar to nathan but she messes with him a little more because heâs pretty rough. she generally doesnât get along with him super well but they have their moments where they can joke around and have fun. kind of like a cat and a dog.
walked in on him playing bass with his dick and quoted the âthere goes the last lingering thread of my heterosexualityâ simpsons line
pickles
when he opens up a little about his mom and family she gets piiiissed. she can relate. she high fives him after he finally tells his mom to go fuck herself.
tv binging buddies!
calls him âcaneloâ like canelo ĂĄlvarez because of his red hair
second to notice her crush on toki. he doesnât tease as much as nathan but he definitely gets a kick out of seeing how she gets around toki before they officially get together.
abigail
admires the way she gets shit done and thinks her curly hair is really pretty
tries not to get in her way when sheâs working but loves her calming vibe. she likes to just sit with her in silence while she draws sometimes
begs begs BEGS her to let her do her makeup all dark and gothic. just once!
charles
similar to abigail, she tries to not get in his way too much and she admires how he handles things
feels like heâs kind of unapproachable, but he seemed nice and polite enough when she first met everybody & started working on the album art.
not much going on between them honestly
dr. rockzo
literally only puts up with him for toki but she sets boundaries on him being around quick. she doesnât like how heâs taken advantage of tokiâs kindness before
^ may or may not have put ojo on him once or twice because of this. three times⌠four⌠whoâs counting though?
heâs gross, dude.
playlist! + youtube link and backgrounds for the songs here.
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little bit of poison in me
characters: dabi | todoroki touya, takami keigo | hawks
genre: smut and angst
notes: okay FINALLY!! very loosely inspired by tag youâre it by melanie martinez!! uhh dabiâs a drug dealer, keigoâs in his third year of university and a track star, readerâs in her first year of university. please, please pay attention to the warnings below! if keigoâs your comfort character and you cannot handle him being physically abusive and a drug addict, then you might wanna sit this one out! promise heâll be painted in a more sympathetic light in part two. | aaah dedicating this to @rat-sukiâ, because ur the only one whoâs actually known the details of this fic since november, and because i put a lil something inspired by new moon in there for u ehehe <333 | title credit: tag youâre it by melanie martinez
warnings: 18+, noncon/dubcon, physical abuse, drug use & abuse + graphic depictions of addiction, mindbreak, overstimulation, manipulation, lowkey yandere vibes (which will get worse), daddy kink, a brother a lil too obsessed with his sister + questionably close sibling relationship, generally toxic relationships (possessiveness, jealousy), rough sex, semi-public sex, cumplay/cum feeding, minimal prep, degradation/dumbification, choking, kinda brat taming???
words: 14.8k
synopsis:Â
âDo you wanna come home with Daddy, princess?â
Heâs caging you between his body and the murky convenience store window as he asks, both palms pressed flat against the grimy glass.
No. You shouldnât. You know you shouldnât, can almost hear your brotherâs voice in the back of your mind telling you not to. But youâre too enticed in sapphire to care, drawn into pretty, almost glittering blue fire, letting the flames lick your skin as you immerse yourself in it, deeper and deeper and deeper, and allowing it to wrap itself around you, to consume you, to knock the very breath out of you as you gaze into it.
âOkay,â
Itâs well past midnight, but the moon is still hanging high in the sky, illuminating the dingy shopping mall parking lot, its reflection gleaming on the wet, cracked concrete. Breathless little laughs and squeals of surprise and pleasure ring out among the vast empty space, your own voice echoing around you.
âGonna get ya, baby,â
Heâs chasing after you, legs longer than yours, faster than yours, mischievous little growls getting caught in his chest as you daintily leap away from him, just out his grasp again, the tips of his fingers grazing the soft linin of your dress.
âNo!â you giggle, pushing your burning thighs to keep running just a bit longer, propelling you forward.
But heâs getting closer and closer with each pound of his boots against the pavement, encroaching on you more and more with each tiny gasp exhaled through your parted lips.
Eventually, he catches you, like he always does, large hands wrapping around your hips as strong arms pull you backwards against a solid chest. Youâre both panting, chests heaving with exertion, bubbles of laughter escaping your throats.
âTag,â he breathes, hot breath curling around the shell of your ear. âYouâre it,â
His arms encircle you, holding you tightly, your own arms covering his, little fingers digging into the skin of his forearms almost possessively as he uses his strength and bodyweight to guide you towards the carâa 1959 Cadillac Eldorado Biarritz that runs like shit and guzzles gas like no tomorrow. But itâs pretty, and he loves it, with all its chrome and argyle blue, glittering in the moonlight.
âYouâre being bad, princess,â the words are mumbled against the skin behind your ear, and you can feel the smirk on his lips. âGood girls donât run away from their Daddies like that,â
And he says the word with so much disdain, cruel and mocking, making you feel sick for liking it.
âBaaad girl,â he whispers, dragging the word out.
A tiny pout settles on your face, eyebrows knitting. âAm not,â
âAre too,â
âAm not,â
âYou are,â he chuckles, pressing you against the damp metal of his car as you finally reach it, his body still draped over yours. âWhat? You gonna fight me on it?â
Squirming a little in his grasp, you turn to face him, a playful glint shining in your glassy eyes as you nudge your nose against his. âI just might!â
âHah,â the breath of air washes over your face, scorching and sweet, a stark contrast to the humid, cool air surrounding you, causing your exposed flesh to break out into chills. âIâd like to see you try, dollface,â
âOh, Iâm sure you would,â you murmur, yelping when his fingers dig into the supple flesh of your ass through your dress, grabbing a healthy handful and squeezing in retaliation.
âMmm,â he hums nonchalantly, pushing his forehead against yours, eyes nothing but gaping pupils outlined by a thin ring of sapphire. âYou gonna show me?â his rough voice fades into a whisper, unblinking eyes holding yours steadily. Calloused hands are sliding up your thighs now, slipping underneath the thin material of your dress and taking the hem with them.
âN-Not here,â you breathe, trying and failing to pull back from him, eyes widening in alarm as you feel his fingers hook in the waistband of your panties.
âYes, here,â he responds, voice smooth as velvet as soft lips drag along your neck, sharp teeth sinking into your flesh like a hot knife slicing through butter.
Panic is beginning to rise in your chest, your throat closing up, and you choke a little on your words, shaking your head frantically. âPlease, Dabi, no, we could justââ
âWow, you really want me to bruise that pretty ass of yours,â he smirks, cutting you off and pulling back to gaze at you lazily, lips glimmering with saliva.
âNo, Iââ
âEspecially with how much youâre saying no today,â he tuts his tongue in disapproval. âSuch a bad girl; a silly, little, stupid, bad girl,â
Each word is punctuated with a sharp slap to your scantily clad ass, each bringing with them a sharp sting that you can hear, echoing out among the parking lot.
âNot bad,â you whimper, eyes shutting tightly against the familiar burn of tears. âNot bad, j-just wannaââ Â
âWanna what?â he teases, voice mocking yours as his palm collides with your ass again. âHuh?â
âW-WannaâWant you to fuck me right,â you rush to say, the words exhaled as a singular huff of breath.
âOh?â he pulls back slightly, eyes searching your face, his own features contorted with false concern. âIs that so?â
You nod quickly, eagerly, and he can see it in your eyes, how desperately you want him to buy your lie.
But you know he hasnât the moment that trademark smirk returns to his face, mouth curling up at the edges as he leans forward, lips moving against your ear. âI think thatâs a boldfaced lie, babygirl,â his voice is low, sinister, dangerous, traces of amusement sown into his tone. âI think itâs because you donât want anyone to see how much of a little whore you truly are,â
âD-Dabi, please,â you whimper, vision blurry with tears as you paw at his jacket, pleading with him.
He thinks itâs so cute when you beg, his silence imploring you to continue, urgently rambling on in your quest to convince him.
âI-I want you to really fuck me; I want you to leave b-bruises all over my body, I want to feel you in my tummy, I want you t-to stuff me so full of cum that it goes to my brain and makes me stupid, please Daddy, I wantââ Â
Slim fingers wrap around your neck and squeeze, forcing a cry of surprise from your lips and effectively cutting you off. âIâm gonna make sure you remember those words, sweetheart,â
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The thump of your own heart echoes in your ears as the Cadillac Eldorado thrums under your body, the leather sticking to the bare skin of your thighs.
âOpen,â he demands, delivering a harsh slap to the thigh nearest to him, eyes never leaving the road as his foot presses down, car accelerating. Your thighs obey immediately, spreading as far as they possibly can in the cramped space, knees knocking against the door and center console box.
A rough hand, decorated with callouses and scabs, kneads the flesh once before sliding up, up, up, and then hooking in the elastic of your panties, Dabi spitting out a curse as he lets it snap back against your skin.
âTake those off,â he seethes, aggressively ripping his hand away from you as if heâs aggravated that youâre even wearing them at all. Your dress hitches up around your waist in your haste to obey, little fingers catching in the lacy material as your hips squirm, seatbelt cutting into your flesh, wiggling a little as you pull the dainty material down your legs.
Heâs already holding his hand out expectantly and you press them into it, waiting for his fingers to close around the garment before taking your hand back. He feels them, rolling the fabric around in his palm, between his fingers, chuckling darkly as he chucks them over his shoulder a moment later, onto the dirty ground of the backseat.
Those were your favourite, but you know better than to say anything, forcing your expression to stay neutral, to keep your nose from wrinkling up in distaste.
âTheyâre wet, but not nearly wet enough,â he tsks as if heâs disappointed, hand finding your thigh again. This time, they part instantly, without any verbal prompting, hips pushing towards his palm as it skims the skin of your inner thigh.
âNow, Iâm gonna play with this cute lil clit of yours,â he begins, fingers brushing the sensitive nub, words tumbling from his lips slowly, lazily, unhurried, as if youâre stupid, as if you need an ample amount of time for each word to sink in.
It makes your pussy throb, and the borderline malicious smirk that spreads across his face tells you that he felt it, too.
Speaking through his smirk, he continues in the same patronizing voice. âAnd youâyouâre going to be Daddyâs good little girl and get nice and wet for him, so he doesnât hurt his cock when he fucks you. Do you think you can do that for me, sweetheart?â
Yes Daddy, of course Daddy, anything for you, Daddy.
Itâs torture in the most delightful way, coarse pads of his fingers just barely grazing your clit, just enough for you to feel it, just enough for you to wantâno, needâmore. Heat, thick and sticky, pools in the pit of your stomach, thighs straining to open impossibly wider, edges of the carâs interior digging into your knees as you desperately try to shift your hips, to press further into his touch, to evoke anything harder than these teasing, feathery touches.
Blunt nails sink into the tender flesh of your inner thigh, hard enough to make you yelp, entire body flinching from the sudden pain. âBig girls use their words,â he chastises, voice fading from a growl into a pleasant, light tone.
âPlease, Daddy, I-I want more,â you whimper, hips still trying to catch your clit on his fingers, on his palm. âTouch me more,â
The hum that vibrates in his throat has your heart sinking, corners of your mouth tugging down as you blink against the sting of disappointmentâyou know that hum, know it all too well, know all of Dabiâs bizarre mannerisms at this point and what they mean for you. And that hum, the one that only lasts for a moment, the one thatâs barely a noise at all, the one that doesnât even sound like heâs considering anything, means no.
His eyes donât leave the road in front of him, despite the fact that his car is going faster, and faster, and faster, whipping through the empty city streets, neon buildings and harsh florescent lights becoming nothing but a blur. And if it werenât for the hard lump straining against the black denim of his jeans, youâd figure him disinterested; facial features relaxed, breathing normal, entirely unresponsive to the pathetic little noises heâs so effortlessly pulling from you.
It ignites a fire in your chest, blazing with the need to make him react, to make him pay attention to you.
Wearing your best pout, you arch your back a little, the action shoving your hips towards his hand again. âDaddy, Daddy,â you whine, low and needy in the back of your throat, looking at him with wide, pleading eyes. âPlease, touch me more? Please, Daddy, I want it so bad, want your cock so bad, please, help me get wetter? Wanna be dripping for you, Daddy, I wanna be soaking for you,â
âFuck,â he breathes, smirk growing into a full grin as he glances at you from the side of his eye. âSuch a brat,â he shakes his head, through the grin is still present on his face as he finally presses two fingers against the swollen bud, rubbing slow, hard circles into it. âYou better be drenched for me by the time we get home, you little bitch,â
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Large hands are on your body as the two of you stumble up the stairs, nimble fingers digging into the soft flesh of your hips, obscene sucking and slurping amplified by the stairwell, bouncing back to your own ears, saliva slicked lips slipping and sliding together messily as teeth clack together, practically tripping over each otherâs feet and fucking Christ he needs you, he needs you now, his cock hurts, goddamn it.
And youâd be lying through your teeth if you said you didnât absolutely love it when he gets like this, all clingy and needy and desperate, hushed little whines catching in the back of his throat, fading from deep, rumbling growls as rough hands paw at you.
A sharp gasp is knocked from your chest as he slams you against the wall on the landing of floor three with such force that your head ricochets off the concrete, your resounding cry silenced by Dabiâs lips, tongue invading your mouth as he swallows your beautiful little noises of pain.
You can feel his cock pressed up against your hip, hot and hard and throbbing through the denim that conceals it as he grinds against you, fervent, eager, impatient.
That panic is bubbling up in your throat again, bitter and acidic and eroding, rendering your voice weak and frail as scabbed knuckles drag across your bare thighs, inching higher and higher.
âDa-Daddy, wait,â
âNo,â he growls, biting down on your shoulder hard enough to break the skin. âIâm done waiting,â hands are rucking up your dress. âYou made me wait that whole fucking car ride,â sharp hipbones keep your thighs spread. âI canât wait any longer,â the clinking of his heavy belt buckle echoes throughout the stairwell, sending chills pebbling across your skin.
And then heâs forcing himself into you, shoving his cock into your tight little hole, a choked cry bouncing off the dirty white walls as your eyes squeeze shut, tears leaking from the edges.
The stretch is magnificent, little cunt aching as it sucks in his thick cock, and you swear you can feel the burning in your belly, little pinpricks of pain shooting through your gut.
âG-Gonna tear me in half,â you wail, head falling forward, forehead bumping against his.
âShh, baby, Daddyâs got you,â a callous laugh leaves his lips after he spits out the nickname, the singular word filled with such derision it must sting his tongue. Large hands hoist you up, and your legs immediately latch around his waist, seeking comfort in the monster that hurt you.
âDaddy, Daddy,â Tears drip down your cheeks as you bury your face in his shoulder, the word escaping your lips in tiny half-sobs catching in your throat, little fingers curling against the worn leather of his jacket.
And he canât help but soften a little as you weep into his neck, thinks itâs so cute that you need him so bad, your little stuttered breaths hot against his neck as you cling to him, reminding him that he is the only man that can make you feel like this; he is the only man that can make you cry while simultaneously finding solace in his embrace. It makes his blood surge, sends cinders searing up his spine, gives him a high better than any other drug every could, and he finds himself hushing you gently, twitching cock buried in your cute lil cunt, snugly pressed against your cervix.
âOkay, okay,â heâs saying as his hips begin to pump, slow and languid. âQuiet, Daddyâs gonna make it feel good, alright? Daddyâs here, Daddyâs gonna make it go away,â
The sweetest, airiest little mewls of Daddy, yes, Daddy, soak into the inky skin of his neck, sandwiched between uneven hitched breaths. Heâs gaining speed with each thrust, though, working up a steady rhythm that has you practically bouncing on his cock, little wails of pain fading into whimpers of pleasure. The combination is dizzying, infecting your mind with a haze that is only Dabi, surrounded by him, immersed in himâglowing sapphire and burning hickory and spicy nicotineâunable to quell the little noises spilling from your throat, each one louder than the next with each bump against your cervix and drag against that spot. Â
âThat feel better, princess?â he breathes out, pausing just to readjust his grip on your assâto angle your hips just right, chuckling at your selfish, needy whineâand then heâs drilling his cock into you, head pounding against the spot that has his name escaping your lips in high pitched squeals that break in your throat, heavy belt buckle clanking against the wall with each of his thrusts.
It sends sparks of mind-numbing pleasure burning through your abdomen, your chest, straight to your very core and collecting there, each spark adding to the growing fire thatâs beginning to blaze, followed by intense spears of pain, slicing through your gut and down the muscles of your thighs, legs beginning to quiver as ankles hook tighter, tighter, tighter, the heels of your sneakers digging into his back dimples, trying to get him closer, closer, closer, desperately begging for more, more, more.
Yet itâs all so much, too much, please, Daddyâthe harsh sound of metal colliding with concrete mingling with your pathetic whines and his panted breaths, rough whimpers catching deep in his chest, and you donât think youâve ever heard a more beautiful sound.
âCâmon, babygirl,â he gasps, pace never slowing, never faltering once, even though thereâs glistening dewdrops of sweat decorating his hairline, inky strands beginning to stick to the skin of his forehead. âBe a good girl and cum for Daddy, cum before someone catches you being such a sweet littleâGod, Christâa sweet little slut for me,â
And your cunt submits, would never dare to disobey a direct command from its master, from its owner, clenching around him as you cream all over his cock, a sharp cry ripping up your throat as your nails scrabble against leather clad shoulders.
A growl rumbles, deep and dark and dangerous in his chest, as his hips piston a few more times before they still, tips of his fingers digging into the flesh of your ass, branding his name in tiny blotches of navy and violet as his cock throbs, coating your insides with spurts of thick cum.
Head falling forward, his forehead collides with yours, chests heaving and breathing laboured. And he canât help the little chuckle he huffs out as you wiggle your hips a little, eyes still closed as you rock in little motions against him, clit catching on his pubic bone.
Needy little bitch.
But he isnât nearly done with you yet, because that desire, thick and sticky in the very pit of his stomach, only wants more, insatiable and voracious, desperate for more of your whines, more of your tears, more of your cunt.
Youâre gonna make good on all those words you spewed in the parking lot, baby, heâs nearly snarling at you, cutting off your whiny complaints as he drags you up the final flight of stairs, stopping halfway to haul you over his shoulder with a huff and a deft slap to your ass, carrying you the rest of the way to his apartment.
âDress, off. Now.â He orders as he throws you onto his mattress, pulling his shirt over his head, belt buckle jingling as he walks, still hanging undone.
And then heâs crawling over your naked body, lips attacking yours, smashing and smacking and slurping, a large hand wrapping around your wrists as he shoves his tongue into your mouth, laving over yours in slow, deliberate drags, pinning your wrists against the cold cracked drywall behind his nearly bare, minimalistic bed, squeezing hard enough to grind the bones together between a singular rough palmâa silent warningâand forcing a yelp from your throat into his.
âDonât move them,â his lips mumble the command against yours before he sucks your bottom lip into his mouth, between sharp gleaming teeth that bite down hard, sinking into the soft flesh and refusing to release until he tastes copper, the tip of his tongue tracing the harsh indents left behind, licking at your lip once more before pulling away completely.
âI want you to leave bruises all over my body!â he mimics, voice absurdly high as lips skim the curve of your neck, tongue darting out to trace along your collarbones. âIsnât that what you said, baby?â
But you canât answer, too busy sucking on your now swollen lip, trying to soothe the incessant throbbing as metal stains your tongue. Thatâs disrespectful, you think you hear him growl into your unmarred skin before something sharp pierces your nipple, clamping down around it and tugging. A resounding cry tears through your throat as your body instinctually bows off the bed, pressing further into him, a muffled snicker vibrating against your chest before his tongue flicks, licks, slobbers, thick strings of saliva glimmering in the dim light as he pulls away, breaking and slapping against his chin.
âAnswer me next time I ask you a fucking question,â The words are spit so harshly they slice into your skin, head nodding fervently before heâs even finished speaking, blinking the bleariness from your eyes. Smoldering sapphire holds your gaze for a moment, burning into your very soulâdigging, prying, searching, scrutinizing, his breathing slow, calm, controlled with each deep rise and fall of his bare chest.
You arenât sure what it is heâs looking for as he peers into the depths of your eyes, but you donât dare let your gaze stray from his, donât dare blink, donât dare breathe until he breaks the spell, blinking once as his lips curl up into a wicked smirk.
âIâm gonna turn your body into a work of art,â he promises you, voice low and guttural, forcing thorns of ice up your spine as lips drag across your jaw.
And he does, paints little galaxies across your skin with his tongue and his lips, asymmetrical blotches of blues and greys and purples, ivory bones scraping against your flesh, signing his name into his masterpiece in deep, dark indents of crimson and violet.
It aches and it pulses and it stings, glittery trails of salt water staining your cheeks, tiny shimmering droplets clinging to your clumped, spiky lashes, adding the finishing touches on the greatest piece heâs ever created.
And itâs so pretty, youâre so pretty when youâre like this, baby, covered in navy and plum and carmine, and, fuck, itâs a shame you wonât stay like this. Â
It seems heâs in a trance for a moment, in awe of his craftsmanship, of what heâs produced, breathing laboured as shining azure eyes drift over your body, slowly, purposefully, as if heâs memorizing every single nick, bite, scrape, bruise, burning the image into his brain forever.
His gaze floats back up to yours, holding it for a moment, pupils big and gaping and swallowing you wholeâbefore something snaps, breaks, and he comes back to himself, remembers why he did it.
Narrowing slightly, his eyes darken, that sadistic smirk returning to his lips. And then heâs shoving his cock into you again, hard and leaking and the prettiest red youâve ever seen, cute little cunt stretching around him for the second time tonight.
But little girls who act like brats deserve to get fucked like brats, he tells you in a snarl, slender fingers collaring your neck and squeezing slowly, slowly, slowly, crushing the column of your throat.
Everythingâs beginning to grow hazy, vision sliding in and out of focus as those calloused hands continue to tighten, and tighten, and tighten. He looks like some sort of sick angel as he looms above you, nothing more than a shadow of sharp edges and smooth curves, inky spikes and glowing sapphire, haloed by the weak neon light that spills in through grimy windows. Jutting bones prod the soft flesh of your inner thighs, carving out a space just for them as his hips snap viciously, relentlessly, obstinately.
And itâs all overwhelming, overstimulating on every front, uncontrollable tears streaming from your eyes as you choke roughly on your own sobs, each one being forced from your chest by your Daddyâs harsh thrusts, only to get caught on the palm pressed to your airway, ears ringing from the slap of skin against skin overlapping those harsh words spit at you in his falsely saccharine voice. Â
Aw, no, baby, wispy words caressing your cheek as they float by, eyes starting to roll back in your head. Donât pass out on me, dollface. I want you awake when I fill your cunt with cum.
The pressure around your throat lets up just a hint, and you wheeze in air, a rush of cold flooding your body. You can feel it, that contrasting, familiar heat scorching the pit of your stomach, beginning to curl in on itself more, and more, and more with each pump of his hips, until it explodes, your body arching off the mattress, unintentionally pressing into the hand adorning your neck, restricting your air entirely.
The chuckle that leaves his lips as you choke yourself is dark, would send spears of ice slicing through your veins if you werenât otherwise focused on trying to fill your lungs with air. Nothing leaves your mouth other than a few choked whines, barely more than a huff of light breath.
But his hips donât slow, and heâs glaring down at you with parted lips and lidded eyes, pupils gaping, so large youâre unable to detect even the slightest hint of blue outlining themânothing but big black orbs, absorbing everything in their vision, sucking everything from you, every hitched sob and soft whine and gorgeous wince, each time he pounds against your cervix.
And itâs how your looking up at himâwith those gleaming, adoring eyes and that blissful, fucked out grinâthat has him cumming with a shuddered f-fuck, forcing his eyes to stay open as he pumps you full of thick cum, desperate to catalogue every little expression that crosses your face, the way your eyes flutter slightly, the way your neck arches, the tiniest little moan slipping through chapped lips as his cock pulses inside of you.
You must pass out for a second, Dabiâs calloused palm lightly tapping against your cheek as he murmurs to you in that sinful, silky voice, sugared sentiments twining around your exhausted body.
Wake up, princess. Daddy isnât done playing with you yet.
Words tumble past your lips in a mumble, though you arenât quite sure what youâre sayingâeverything feels hazy, like youâre gazing through a thin cloud of smoke, and despite the fact that you can barely move, your body feels light, almost floaty in a way, entirely numb to the immense pain it has endured thus far.
Two fingers, coated in thick, gleaming cream, are thrust into your gasping mouth, tongue met with the salty, bitter taste of his cum. You cough around the sudden intrusion, immediately obey when he orders you to clean, sluggish tongue sliding up and lapping at and slipping between them, sucking the digits free of cum.
Good girl, he leans away and your heart flutters weakly at the praise, saliva slicked fingers dipping into your hole again to gather more.
âCâmon,â he breathes as he brings his fingers to your mouth again, sticky viscous glops collected on his fingers. They catch in the dim light streaming through the window, a unique mixture of pale moonbeams and hazy neon, cum almost glittering, almost pretty. âYou wanted me so bad, didnât you?â your headâs movingânodding, you think, you canât really tell, breathing shallow as your eyes belatedly follow his glistening fingersâand he smirks down at you. âThen eat my fucking cum,â
Lips part instantly, mouth falling open as your tongue lolls out, eyes drifting up to his and pleading mutely, begging for the substanceâthe very essence of himâand nearly moaning when he drags his fingers across the saliva coated muscle, curling and sucking his digits back into the heat of your mouth.
And heâs fucking high off of it all, pupils blown to hell, outlined by the thinnest ring of cobalt, barely detectable, visible only when it catches in the moonlight.
A lumpy pile of denim sits abandoned and bunched up near the end of the bedâhe mustâve kicked his pants off at some point, though you donât remember whenâand his cockâs hard again, head brushing your inner thigh. Itâs hard for you to tear your gaze from it, fleeting thoughts of stamina and impressive grazing through your mind, turning to smoke the moment you try to latch onto them.
He notices, of courseâyouâve been staring at it for nearly a minute now, glazed eyes unblinking, soft little pants passing through barely parted lips. But itâs the way youâre staring at itâin the purest, unadulterated form of desireâthat makes it jump, twitching a little against your thigh. You think you hear your Daddy breathe out a curse, think his rough fingers brush some hair back from your drenched forehead, think he says something along the lines of how much he fucking loves you, but in your dreamlike state, you canât be sure.
Because then rough hands are on you, manhandling you as whatever trance he had fallen into yet again snaps once more.
âWeâre gonna put that pretty, empty head of yours to good use!â heâs saying almost enthusiastically as he hoists your boneless body up, propping you up against his chest and securing you with a strong arm wrapped around your waist. âWhaddya think about that, hmm, princess? Want Daddy to use your little skull as his own personal cumdump? Huh?â lithe fingers squeeze your cheeks so hard your lips pucker up, a high-pitched whine getting caught in your throat. âThatâs all itâs good for anyway, isnât it?â
You try to nod, but all your head wants to do is flop back against his shoulder.
âOh baby,â he cooks mockingly, jutting his inky bottom lip out in an exaggerated pout. âI thought that was what you wanted?â
âTâis!â you mumble through his grip, drool beginning to collect in the corners of your scrunched mouth, dribbling down your chin. Gazing at him through the corner of your watery eyes, your resolve hardens, doing your best to hold your exhausted body up on your own, expression steeling as you force your woozy head to nod as best you can in his bruising grasp.
âYeah?â he breathes, mouth curving into a dangerous smirk before his lips are at your ear, voice dropping an octave lower. âYouâre fucking stubborn, yâknow that? Stubborn little brat, just like your bullheaded brute of a brother,â
And then heâs pushing you down, shoving your head into the mattress and pulling your hips up, a hiss spit through your teeth as he purposefully presses into the fresh bruises.
Your poor little pussy aches, fucked open and raw by his cock, but you are stubbornâyou canât help it, it runs in your bloodâexhilarated by the challenge and pushing your hips back weakly towards him.
Your Daddy chuckles behind you, but itâs one of those annoyed chuckles, one of those disbelieving chuckles, one of those chuckles that consists of an audacious smirk, quick short nodding thatâs more to himself than anyone else, and a tongue running along his top teeth, sucking on the bones, before it fades from his face completely, replaced with scorn in an instant, eyes cold and jaw clenched as he delivers a harsh backhand to your ass.
Then his bodyâs blanketing yours, chest hot and heavy against your back, lips moving against the shell of your ear.
âOh, you really want me to break you, donât you?â
No, truly, you donât, but you grit your teeth, eyes shut tightly against the sting of a fresh wave of tears, trying to stop your head from involuntarily shaking no.
He laughs again, this time mean and sharp and full of malice, as he straightens up, lining his cock up with your hole.
âNah, nah,â heâs saying as he pushes in, and God, it still hurts, it still stretches you, reopening little sutures created in the stairwell. âI think you doâActually, I know you do. And Daddy knows best, right?â
Yes, of course, Daddy knows best, Daddy always knows best.
And it burns, that relentless snap of his hips, driving his cock into you with deep growls and grunts, with such force that itâs jostling you up the mattress, little hands planting themselves in a pitiful attempt to press back against him, to keep yourself in one place. Every muscle in your arms screams at the effort, stiff and rigid from being held, kept, still and obedient against the wall for an extended period of time.
The dreaminess has faded again, leaving behind a dull haze, and it all just hurts. It seems to come in bouts, inexplicable waves of numbness and pain, alternating sporadically and sprinkled with spikes of intense pleasure, a potent mix of chemicals swirling in your brain, lust and desire and terror and anguish burning through your veins.
Youâre sobbing into the mattress now, fingers curling tightly in his soft black sheets as your bleary vision begins to darken at the edges, mumbling out something almost in a chantâhis name, you think, though youâre not sure, it all sounds muffled to your ringing earsâvibrations of your voice getting caught in your throat, hitching with your sobs and the rough piston of his hips.
Itâs building again, licks of fire scalding hot against the walls of your stomach, the temperature rising with each drag of his cock against that spot, until youâre sure the flames are going to engulf you from the inside out.
Little squeaks, poor imitations of moans, escape your lips, interspersed with your pathetic wails. Heâs speaking once moreâyou can feel it, his chest reverberating against yours, lips moving against your ear again. Something rumbles, rattles, deep and dark and dangerous at the very core of his body, and then heâs tangling a hand in your hair and tugging, hauling you up, a choked cry slipping from your lips.
It pulls you from unconsciousnessâs grasp, just for a moment, clears the mist from your mind as he snarls against your ear, taking the cartilage between his teeth and biting down, hard.
âThought I told you to answer me the next time I ask you a fucking question,â he breathes, and he almost sounds gleeful, contradicting his voice, so rough, so hoarse, so hot.
You did, Daddy, you did, youâre trying to say, trying to nod in the vice grip he has on your strands, the words jumbled and muddled and near incomprehensible, wet and messy and coated in spit.
âBut I guess myâChristâmy cock makes you too stupid to do that, huh?â heâs panting now, in time with his thrusts, huffs of breath sweltering against your already sticky skin. âWhat would your goody-two-shoes brother say if he could see you, hmm? If he could see how fucking dumb his little slut of a baby sister goes from my cum,â
Itâs too much, too much, Daddy, too much, the brutal pounding of his cockhead against your swollen cervix and the continuous stream of strained, husky, filthy words heâs spewing in your ear and the sting in your scalp and that spot, that spot, that spotâ
It hits you so hard itâs painful, knocks what little breath you had right out of you as your entire body convulses on his cock, little cunt clenching and gushing as you weep Da-Daddy! over and over and over, the only word your soupy brain is capable of conceiving, body going pliant in his arms as your head lolls back against his shoulder, struggling to keep your eyes open while he continues to drive his cock into you, hard and fast and messy.
He cums with the prettiest broken whine youâve ever heardâor at least, you think he does, entire body gone numb once again, think you feel his hips juddering and his cock pulsing, think you feel that familiar, thick substance filling you to the brim. Everything is still for a moment, his chest heaving against your arched back, and then he laughs malevolently, though it sounds far away, even though you can feel the sound vibrating against you.
âThat oughtâa teach you to say no to me again,â he spits harshly in your ear, giving one more hard yank on your hair before letting go completely, your abused body collapsing in a heap on his mattress.
It feels like youâre more Dabi than yourself now, with his name written all over your body, signed by his mouth, his teeth, his fingers, and his cum leaking out of you, drying hard and sticky on your thighs, his scent being all you can smell, all you can taste, heady and fiery. And as you crawl into the sweet embrace of unconsciousnessâfinally, finallyâyou think about just how much can change, and how fast it does, in a mere 92 days.
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Three months earlier
The air is hazy with thick smoke, heavy enough to dilute the already dim yellow light shining from the bare lightbulbs overhead. The stench of cheap beer, weed and sweat stings your nose, and it wrinkles reflexively.
You arenât supposed to be here.
Throbbing music radiates through the house, causing the structure to tremble in time with the beat, the dirty drywall youâre currently pressed up against quivering in response. Itâs so loud it hurts, vibrating through the warped linoleum floors and through your body. It makes you shiver in disgust, as if itâs some sort of parasite worming itâs way through your veins in timed intervals.
Your brother would kill you if he knew.
Youâve been backed into a cornerâliterally, surrounded by three college boys youâve never seen before as they drunkenly leer at you. Theyâre a year or two older than you, glassy half-lidded eyes scanning your body in a way that makes you feel filthy, in a way that makes you want to scrub your skin raw to rid it of their slimy gazes.
Theyâre mumbling out something, speaking amongst themselves in low voices, peppered with raspy snickers that make your skin crawl. Pressing further into the corner, you quickly wrack your mind for somethingâanythingâthat will get them to part just a little, thatâll crack the wall of bodies youâre now surrounded by just enough for you to barrel through. Adrenaline begins to surge through your veins as you gear up, drawing in a deep breath, andâ
âWhadda we have here?â
The men part immediately at the sound of that low voice, smooth as melted chocolate, revealing a figure with spiky onyx hair, an involuntary gasp escaping your lips the moment your eyes collide with sapphire.
âAh, I thought it was you,â he smirks, peering down at you with a gaze so intense it feels like your bodyâs been set aflame. âWhatâs a good little girl like you doing in a place like this, hmm?â
Dabi.
This wasnât the first time you had seen him, remembering the man with the pretty cobalt eyes and inky hair standing under a singular flickering lamp post outside of the tiny house you and your brother share, or lingering on the threshold of the front door, eyes lazily darting around the space as he waits.
He never comes inside. Your brother doesnât allow it.
Youâve barely spoken any words to him, always responding to his polite greetings with shy nods or little waves.
But this is the first time youâre meeting him properly.
Feet bolted to the floor, you try to respond, only able to emit a pathetic little squeak.
He huffs out a condescending chuckle, gazing down the bridge of his nose at you, head tilted up just a touch, lidded crystal eyes glittering in the dim light. That trademark smirk spreads into something darker, something almost ominous in nature, something that whispers in your ear that it knows something you donât, sending sharp spikes of ice shooting up your spine.
âDoes your brother know youâre here?â
You shake your head quickly, eyes widening in panic as anxiety begins to rise in your throat. He isnât about to rat you out, is he?
âThought so. Dunno why I asked,â he heaves a heavy sigh, chest rising with the force of it, as if heâs extremely exasperated, as if youâre some sort of child lost at a supermarket and heâs bringing you back to your parents. âAlright, letâs go,â
A hand extends, hanging limp in the smoky air for a moment, waiting, before Dabi sighs again with a roll of his eyes, latching onto your wrist and all but dragging you out of the corner, maneuvering through the mass of sweaty bodies crowding the dingy living room.
âWeâre leaving?â you ask dumbly as Dabi approaches the back door, hand still wrapped in a firm grasp around your arm.
âYep. My work here is done, and you,â he tuts his tongue with a slow shake of his head, hidden smile on his face. âYour work here is done, too,â
âW-Where are we going?â you ask as the two of you stumble outside, shivering a little as the cool, fresh air hits your heated skin.
âNo idea. Away from this place,â he looks back at your briefly, giving your wrist a soft squeeze before dropping it. âYou tryna put your brother in an early grave or somethinâ?â
A frown tugs at the corners of your lips as you shake your head again. âNo, I justââ
âYou shouldnât have been there,â his words echo your thoughts from before. âYou were in some real danger for a second, yâknow that?â
âI-I know. Thank you for, uh, s-saving me, Sir,â
âSir?â his eyes are bright with mirth, shining despite the weak light provided by the waxing moon. The smirk returns, and you feel it againâlike heâs plotting something, like heâs got some big secret heâs hiding, a plan, something up his sleeve. âSir is nice, but I think thereâs another name youâd rather call me,â
Eyebrows knit in confusion, your eyes drift to the ground, mulling over his words. Something else youâd rather call him? Like what? Youâve only seen the guy a fewâ
âStill have no idea why you havenât fucked him yet,â one of your friends muses as Dabiâs exiting his car, eyes watching him lazily from where youâre both seated on the front lawn.
âKeigo would murder me, literally,â you giggle a little, glancing over at the man with inky hair before looking away again, down at your lap as little fingers thread through the grass beneath you and shaking your head.
âShame,â she sighs, twirling her sticky pink lollipop idly, the candy catching in the sun. âHeâs Daddy as hell,â
A sharp gasp leaves your parted lips, eyes snapping back to her face and holding them for a moment before the two of you burst into a fit of giggles, your fingers tapping her bare knee in a silent warning that heâs approaching.
Heavy black boots collide with the front stone path, buckles jingling daintily, his head perking up in a catlike manner, trademark smirk forming on his lips as you both urgently try to calm your laughter.
âLadies,â he nods with a wink as he passes, little giggles cutting off instantaneously, the two of you mumbling shy greetings in response.
That was the only time you had ever spoken to him, until now.
âOh my God,â you whimper, eyes squeezing shut in embarrassment. He did hear.
He chuckles slightly, dropping the subject with a shake of his head.
âSo. Where to?â he asks expectantly, feet slowing to a stop on the cracked sidewalk as he taps out a cigarette. He whips a silver Zippo open, sharp twinge of metal swiping against metal cutting though the silent nighttime air. âHome?â
A shrill bubble of incredulous laughter escapes your throat. Dabi glances over at you, amused, raising an eyebrow in question as he cups the flame and brings it to his lips.
âDo you want to put my brother in an early grave?â you snort.
âI could just walk you to the street, you know,â he rolls his eyes, but thereâs a smile on his face. âPrecious niisan wouldnât even need to see me,â
You shake your head, idly kicking a rock with the toe of your shoe as you begin walking again. The campus is beginning to bleed into the city now, engulfing the two of you in familiar florescent light. âNo, I canât go home,â
âWhy?â
âIâŚâ you trail off, heat flooding your cheeks. âI, um, told him Iâd be staying at a friendâs place tonight,â
Dabi gasps mockingly. âBaby, you lied to your niisan?â
Knocking your shoulder against his arm, you scoff, trying to hide the stupid smile the nickname conjures. âOh, shut up,â
âGetting bold now, I see,â he hums to himself. âCouldâa swore just a few minutes ago you were scared of me,â
âN-Not scared, justâuh, just surprised, thatâs all,â
âUh-huh, sure. Tell me again why you canât just go to this friendâs house?â
âWell, sheâsâsheâs, like, yâknowââ you shrug as a form of explanation, deflating a little at his unimpressed stare as he blows smoke out his nose. âSheâs going home with some guy,â you mumble. âA-And I was supposed to too, butâŚâ
Dabi tsks, shaking his head in false sympathy. âSweetheart, youâre a teenage movie clichĂŠ,â
âShut up,â
âYou tell me to shut up one more time and Iâm gonna have to do something about it,â he singsongs, a thinly veiled threat coated in sugar. Swallowing thickly, you glance up at him, blinking twice. His eyes tell you that heâs not fucking around, despite the relaxed features of his face, smile easygoing and gaze lidded.
âS-Sorry,â you murmur, looking away.
âDonât you know? Good little girls donât speak like that to Daddy,â
He spits the word out, almost patronizing in his tone, but that fails to stop the way your stomach flutters when it falls from his lips, fails to prevent the choked little gasp that escapes yours. He laughs loudly, your cheeks burning with shame.
Sapphire eyes glint in the pale moonlight, as if heâs just discovered the most valuable treasure, as if heâs just been given the key to the universeâa predator whoâs just ensnared itâs prey, and the smirk that slowly etches itself across his face is nothing short of sinister.
âDo you wanna come home with Daddy, princess?â
Heâs caging you between his body and the murky convenience store window as he asks, both palms pressed flat against the grimy glass.
âHmm?â
No. You shouldnât. You know you shouldnât, can almost hear your brotherâs voice in the back of your mind telling you not to, but youâre too enticed in sapphire to care, drawn into pretty, almost glittering blue fire, letting the flames lick your skin as you immerse yourself in it, deeper and deeper and deeper, allowing it to wrap itself around you, to consume you, to knock the very breath out of you as you gaze into it.
âOkay,â
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He only has one bed and no couch, he informs you as he leads you up four flights of stairs, explaining that the elevatorâs been broken for a few months now, panting out the words just a little.
A soft giggle slips from your lips, amplified by the empty stairwell and echoing off the concrete walls, and Dabi looks back at you, amused.
âSomething funny, princess?â
And although thereâs a friendly grin on his face and mirth in his eyes, something in his voice makes you tremble, shoots scorching sparks up your spine and sends them rushing through your veins, and your laughter immediately cuts off.
âNo,â you say simply, shaking your head and hoping that he didnât catch the full body shiver that coursed through your figure just a second ago, all thanks to his voice. âJust laughing at the absurdity of it, sâall,â
âAh,â he says sagely, nodding once. âWell, here we are,â
A tattooed hand gestures vaguely to a white door with a large, black 4 painted on it, the paint beginning to chip away, worn down and faded in some spots.
Dabiâs apartment is small, but you like it. Heâs surprised, he tells you, expected someone like youâsomeone brought up with luxury, someone whoâs never had to ask for or want anything in their life, because they always already had itâwould hate it.
âOr maybe, thatâs exactly why you like it,â
Itâs a little snarky, the way those words flow out of his mouth, biting your cheek as they pass, and you wince a little.
âI think itâs homey,â you say quietly, tiny voice raw and honest, deciding to omit the fact that youâve never really had a space that felt homey yourself. âItâs very you. I really do like it.â
His eyes soften at your gentle confession, features relaxing a little as calloused fingers tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.
âThen, Iâm glad,â
For a moment, youâre positive heâs going to kiss you, staring down at you so intently with that look in his eyes as they slowly sweep across your face. But he turns on his heel a moment later, stalking into the tiny bachelor and beckoning for you to follow with a wave of his hand, flicking on a lamp as he passes.
âYou hungry?â heâs asking as he walks. âI know this kickass noodle place that delivers 24/7,â he collapses on his bed, outfitted in black sheets, looking up at you expectantly when you stop hesitantly a few feet away. âYou should probably eat something,â he continues, pushing himself up on his elbows, legs dangling off the end of the mattress. âEspecially if thereâs still alcohol in yourââ
âOh no, I donât drink,â you cut him off without thinking, the words etched into your permanent vocabulary, sitting down next to him, just a hint too close.
âNo, no, of course you donât,â he says with a laugh and a shake of his head, sitting up fully. âLet me guess; niisan doesnât allow it,â
A frown forms on your lips, brows knitting together. âWell Iââ
âAh! Stop,â he cuts you off with a disinterested wave and a roll of his eyes. âIâve heard enough,â
Normally, youâd scoff at someone speaking to you so rudely. But with Dabi, with Dabi, itâs different. A little giggle escapes your lips without your permission, the bubbly noise surprising you, and Dabi chuckles in response, a genuine grin spreading across his face, glancing at you from the corner of his eye.
âSo. Food?â
The takeout arrives at 1:56am, Dabi bringing the bag full of noodles and other appetizersâtoo much food for only two people, if youâre being honestâback to his bed, placing it in front of you and then crawling onto the mattress, sitting cross-legged.
The action surprises youâhe doesnât have a table, but you had been expecting him to bring the food to the small breakfast bar, complete with two mismatched stools, not his bed.
Old Hammer Horror films flicker on the TV as the two of you pick through the food together, Styrofoam containers littering the bedspread. And itâsâŚfunâitâs the most fun youâve had in a long time, a strange, unfamiliar giddiness fizzing in your tummy every time you make him laugh, every time his eye catches yours, every time he shoves your knee and calls you dollface, despite the deep, honey-coated voice echoing in your head telling you that you shouldnât be doing this and heâs dangerous.
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âBedtime,â Dabi says simply as he returns from the little kitchenette after storing the leftover takeout in the fridge, using a hand to tug at the back of his shirt and pulling it over his head.
âWhaââ
The material hits you square in the face and an involuntary, entirely unsolicited giggle bubbles past your lips, pulling the garment from your head.
âPajamas,â he nods at the fabric now bunched in your hands, but you canât seem to find your voice to respond.
Teeth bite into your tongue hard enough to make you wince in an effort to keep a gasp within your chest when he comes into view. Heâs leanâtoner than you expected, muscles gliding smoothly under his skin as he movesâand youâre unsurprised to find his chest and back decorated with vibrant, intricate tattoos.
Of course, you knew Dabi had tattoosâtheyâre on his face, his neck, his collarbone, disappearing under the neckline of his shirt and resurfacing under his short sleeves, curling around his arms, brilliant flowing ink telling stories across his skin. Theyâre beautifulâtheyâre mesmerizing, inquisitive eyes slowly roaming the expanse of his chest.
But you had never noticed the soft, slightly puckered skin they hid. Scars, your mind provides dimly.
âDo you want to touch them?â
The rumble of his deep voice snaps you out of your revere, heat flooding your cheeks when you realize you were staring. Thereâs a playful lilt to his voice, and you canât quite tell if his offer is serious or not, your eyes floating up to his.
âHere,â he chuckles a little as he sits down, offering you his forearm, flipping it over and resting it on the bed.
He lets you trace every single one. He wonât tell you where or how he got the scars, and you donât push, even as curiosity erodes your chest. Itâs impolite to pry, Keigoâs voice echoes through your mind, and you nod once to yourself.
You donât have sex that night. He doesnât force you. You nearly tell him that youâre surprised, what, a man of his stature, of his reputation, has a pretty girl in his bed and he doesnât fuck her?, petty retaliation for what he had said to you when you entered the apartment hours ago, but you chicken out at the last minute. Youâd soon come to find that some things are better left unsaid.
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Spring has just arrived, bringing with it cool, gentle breezes and swaying blades of grass decorated with glistening dewdrops that sparkle when the sun catches them in just the right way. The smell of freshly battered cinnamon sugar donuts and cheap coffee wafts in through the open window, drifting over your bodies and embracing you.
It rouses you, and your eyes flutter open to be met with Dabiâs face. And, God, heâs so damn pretty, with thick dark eyelashes fanned out delicately across inked skin and tousled onyx hair, breathing deep and calm, sharp jaw on display. Reaching out, you daintily trace over his relaxed featuresâcircling defined cheekbones, sliding down the slope of his nose, trailing along his jawâallowing yourself a moment to admire him before thick guilt begins to strangle you.
You should go. Keigo still thinks that youâre at a friendâs house, and doesnât expect you to be home until late afternoon, but that belated bitter guilt finally brands the back of your tongue, face souring a little at the idea of deceiving your big brother. And after all heâs done for you, niisan tsks in your head, voice sweet and syrupy, and you can almost see the disappointment in his eyes as he shakes his head. Weâre all each other has, you know. And you do, really, you do know, head nodding routinely, instinctual at this point, as you begin to push yourself up.
âStay,â Dabi says softly, eyes still closed as a hand catches your wrist. You stop immediately, allowing him to pull you back down to the mattress as lids lift to reveal the most brilliant sapphires. Fingers trace down the curve of your neck and you hum, arching into his touch.
âKeigoââ
âDoesnât have to know,â he cuts you off, his voice still quiet, rough around the edges and heavy with sleep. âCâmon. Weâll go get pie for breakfast, and Iâll have you home to niisan by dinner, promise,â
Giggling a little, you roll into him, allowing him to wrap his arms around you and pull you atop his chest as he flops onto his back.
âPie,â you laugh, resting your chin on his toned muscles and gazing up at him. âFor breakfast?â
âWhy not?â He asks, and that smile is back again, the boyish one that looks like heâs hiding something, a little amusing secret just for him, the one that induces a whole flock of butterflies in your chest. âItâs Saturday,â he shrugs as best he can, then squeezes you to his chest. âYou donât got anything to do, I donât got anything to do...â
Crystal eyes glitter in the morning sun as they gaze at you, golden rays creeping through the small gaps in his thick purple curtains, swaying gently in the wind.
Molars sink into the inside flesh of your cheek as you think, and Dabi tuts his tongue softly, a hand coming to gently pull the skin from between your teeth.
âOkay,â
His lips curl into a smirk, something sharp flashing in his cobalt eyes. âOkay,â
Thatâs how it beginsâwith deceptively bright, youthful smiles and cherry pie for breakfastâ and five days later, in the backseat of his Cadillac Eldorado while James Cagney flickers on a worn out, off-white screen and two of his fingers are three knuckles deep in you, he asks you to be his, digits curling in your pretty little pussy as he breathes the words against the shell of your ear.
Youâre whimpering out yes as you cum, nodding almost frantically against his shoulder as your hips roll towards his palm.
Thatâs it, thatâs his good girl.
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But it progresses faster than you ever thought it wouldâfaster than you ever thought possibleâlike a shot of morphine straight to your bloodstream, pupils gaping as DabiDabiDabi surges through your veins, becoming all you can think aboutâall you want to think about, all you want to do, eat, feel, breathe.
Midnight double-features of old Hollywood films at the local rundown drive-in become one of the many staples of your relationship, finding comfort in the sharp smell of buttersalt popcorn stinging your nose, in the way the filmâs sound cracks and pops as it travels through the car radio, staticky like an old record, in the way Dabi forces a cherry Jolly Rancher from his mouth into yours, the hard candy clacking against your teeth.
This is how you spend most of your weeknights for the next month or soâpassing candy through kisses in the backseat of the Eldorado, tongues shoved down each otherâs throats, stained red and purple and blue from the cheap artificial dye, hands wandering up dresses and little fingers tugging at beltloops and buckles.
On Saturday morningsâsometimes Sundays, too, if youâve been a really good girlâyou find yourself in a familiar red booth at The Leagueâa little diner tucked away on one of the city side streets not too far from Dabiâs apartmentâcheap speckled plastic glittering in the sunlight and sticking to your thighs as your favourite waitress, a young woman by the name of Himiko who insists that you call her Mimi, takes your order. She seems to know your Daddyâyour Dabiâsomehow, but you donât press, because itâs impolite to pry, you know and niisan raised you better than this.
He always lets you pick what you want for breakfast, but Daddy always orders it for you, always reminds you the mornings you decide on pancakes that if you get those, you arenât allowed any sundaes or a slice of pie, because too much sugar is bad for his babygirl, and he knows how much syrup you drown those things in, dollface.
But thereâs one staple of your relationship that you love more than all the others.
Joyrides.
Thatâs what he calls them, those drives through the bad parts of the city, the parts with cracked concrete sidewalks and shattered glass and needles littered in the dying grass.
Dabi takes you along frequently, tells you that you have an important job to do, that you play a crucial role in this whole operation, because the policeâincluding your fatherâhave been cracking down especially hard on dealing in this area. But nobody bothers to question a seemingly innocent young woman delivering inconspicuous brown paper bagsâbags full of pretty little pills and tiny baggies of white powderâto shop owners and crumbling apartment complexes, eerily reminiscent of a Girl Scout selling cream filled cookies and thin-mints.
Keigo would kill you, if he knew.
Itâs an instantaneous rush, though, being allowed to participate in Dabiâs business ventures, being allowed to help. Itâs a privilege, you think, makes you feel like he trusts you, and you absolutely live for the praise, for that gorgeous smile he gives you after you deliver the sweets to the client, for the passionate kisses he rewards you with for being such a good little helper.
Joyrides are the best. Because itâs just you and him, the Eldoradoâs radio struggling to play whatever station itâs picking up onâusually some sort of sixties rockâas you cruise the streets in his absurdly large car, the sky smeared with strokes of faded pinks and oranges, peppered with wispy clouds that look like loose strands of white cotton candy.
And sometimes, after his work is all finished, heâll drive you to one of those cliffs youâve come to know so well and let you ride him in the drivers seatâprecious little whines and pathetic broken whimpers spilling from your lips as you rest your head against his shoulder, gyrating your hips in fast, shallow little circles, using his cock like itâs a toy, just like he told you toâbefore taking you back home to fuck you properly, to fuck you right.
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Itâs quaint, the little house you and your niisan live in, with its perfectly trimmed hedges and well-manicured grass, a stone walkway leading up to the front door, which is painted white. White windowsills, white brick, white, white, white, the whole thing is whiteâbright, pure, untarnished.
Itâs just enough space for the two of you, your adoptive father, an absurdly large man by the name of Toshinori Yagi, had stated proudly, the first day he showed it to you.
And itâs only a short walk from the university, his wife chimed in with a smile too wide for her face, nodding excessively.
Itâs convenient, they had said, the day you received your acceptance letter and scholarship offer from the university your brother attended. Itâll be good for you to stay with your older brother for a little, before going off into the world on your own, they had promised.
You hadnât really wanted to go to this universityâwouldâve much preferred to go away to school in another countryâbut you didnât. Keigo knew it, too, knew your desire to leave, to see more of the world, to experience it on your own without that hulking shadow with the wild hair. But he coaxed you into it, convinced you to stay, just like he always does, begging you softly not to leave your poor niisan all alone as gentle fingers pushed locks of hair from your face, trailing down your cheek and coming to cup your jaw, reminding you that youâre all each other has.
And you had nodded, nuzzled your face against his palm, sought comfort and relief in the presence of your big brother, just as you always do. He was right; you had your entire life to travel the world, whatâs the rush? Why leave now? Stay with him, just for a little longer.
But your niisan, your niisan has a secret.
It wasnât like you didnât know. Keigo has always had a penchant for living fast, after all, seems to somehow incorporate conceptual and literal speed into all aspects of his lifeâhis marks in school, his record-breaking track races, and now, his personal life, too.
It started in high school. He was in twelfth grade. You still donât know who gave him his first taste, still donât know why he decided to shoot up that night, but he did.
And it made him feel invincible. It made him feel like he could fly.
He hid it well, didnât look like a heroin addictâat least, not what the words âheroin addictâ usually conjure up. His topaz eyes were bright as ever, even if his pupils were just a pinprick; nails cut so short it looked painful, to keep from scratching and scabbing his body; was always sure to keep his track marks well hidden, methodical in choosing his injection sites, and kept up with regular hygiene, even if his wild, windswept hair did get a little messier.
Yes, he hid it well.
But he couldnât hide it from you for long, didnât hide it from you well enough, becoming increasingly careless the deeper he spiralled into the addiction.
And it takes a while for you to truly acknowledge it. You didnât want toânot at first, anywayâdidnât want to believe that your all-star, top-of-his-class, golden-child of a big brother was a junkie.
So you ignored it. You ignored the way he began recklessly disposing of the needles in the small trash can under his desk instead of hiding them in the kitchen trash whenever your mother asked him to take it out, ignored the burnt spoon you found in the sink and the bloody Q-tips you found littering the counter of the bathroom the two of you shared, ignored the way those tiny orange syringe caps had begun appearing in odd places, seeming to pop up more and more frequently.
Yes, you ignored it, until he stole one of the shoelaces off of your sneakers. And you still canât explain it, exactly, canât explain why that was the final straw, why that had you gripping a laceless shoe in a trembling hand as you stormed into the washroom uninvited and unannounced, catching him with the string between his teeth, just as the last of that disgusting orangish-brown liquid sunk into his veins.
The words disintegrate on your tongue, escaping in a pitiful little squeak, all of the fury you felt towards him for his behaviour melting the instant your eyes catch the end of the injection, wide and unblinking as they stare at the needle stuck in his forearm.
For a moment, neither of you are able to speak, Keigoâs mouth opening and closing a few times as his eyes flood with tears, the prettiest topaz shining in the warm washroom light as they frenetically search your face.
âSit,â you tell him, finally breaking the silence, your voice not your own. His eyebrows knit together, and he shakes his head a little in misunderstanding, but you persist. âSit,â
Shoulders deflating, he holds your gaze for a moment longer before nodding once and obeying, sitting on the closed toilet.
âWe have toââ you stop as your chin begins to wobble, swallowing thickly against the sob crawling up your throat, quivering hands rooting haphazardly through a first-aid kit. âW-We have to clean those, so they donât get infected,â
Glassy golden eyes watch you intently, his chest hiccupping just a little as he wordlessly holds his arms out to you, armed with a cotton ball soaked in rubbing alcohol, the scent stinging your nose.
There arenât manyâonly a few little pinpricks on each arm, some decorated with dark blooms of periwinkle and violet, but they still cause your tongue to crumble to bitter, suffocating ash in your mouth.
Tiny fingers encircle his wrist, your touch always so soft, so gentle, as if youâre afraid to break him, and he chokes on a noise that sounds suspiciously similar to a sob.
âYou donâtâYou shouldnât have toââ and he canât even force the words out, breathing out forcefully through his nose as his tears finally overflow, glistening drops streaming down his cheeks, bleary eyes unblinking, focused on your little fingers as they continue their tender ministrations with so much care, with so much love itâs nearly stifling, and he canât breathe, because he doesnât deserve it, he doesnât deserve it, he doesnât deserve itâ
âI want to,â a knuckle catches one of his fresh tears, swiping it across his cheekbone and leaving a glimmering trail in its wake. âAlright? I want to,â
And thisâthis becomes a habit.
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You donât tell Keigo about your relationship. Not at first, at least, conjuring up flimsy excuses that become more ridiculous as the days pass, as your disappearances steadily increase. Dabi doesnât want to, makes up some bullshit excuse about how he isnât ready yet. But you buy it anyway, and you wait.
Until the morning of one of your niisanâs big races, the ones where multiple trainers and coaches come from all over the country to assess his performance, when Dabi shows up entirely unannounced and uninvited, makes sure heâs in Keigoâs line of sight as he bounces around at the starting line, and kisses the life out of you, right in front of him. Â
Thatâs the only time he attends one of Keigoâs races.
The rest you continue attending by yourself. Dabi doesnât like it, doesnât like to have you out of his sight at all lately, but he knows itâs moot to argue with you. Youâre going, you told him firmly, the night before Keigoâs next race, whether he likes it or not.
But, boy, was your niisan fuming by the time the two of you arrived home that day.
He hadnât cared that he had, essentially, lost the race, hadnât cared that he didnât even manage to place in the top three for the first time in literal years, hadnât cared that he just blew several chances with potential coaches and sponsors.
None of it mattered.
With a rough hand wrapped around your bicep, he all but yanks you out of the car, doesnât care that youâre stumbling over your own feet as he drags you towards the front door, doesnât care that he shoves you inside the house so hard you do trip, crying out as your hands and knees collide with the cold tiled floor.
And heâs yelling, yelling at the top of his lungs, the moment that white door slams shut, shut so hard the walls tremble.
âFucking Touya Todoroki!? Are you fucking kidding me?â
You can barely see him through your tears as you quickly flip yourself over, beginning to inch away on your hands and feet as you stare up at him, breath hitching in your chest.
âWh-Who?â
âDabi, for Christ sake!â
âT-Tââ Touya?
âOh Jesus, donât tell meâHe didnât tell you his fucking name?â
No, you shake your head quickly, chest stuttering as the name echoes through your mind, your big brother nothing but a blur of crimson and gold advancing towards you, mumbling to himself about how no, of course he didnât, why would he? Of course not, as he drags nimble fingers through his messy hair.
âTo-Todoââ
âTodoroki,â he spits, so harsh it makes you flinch.
âYour coaââ
âYeah, I know his father,â Keigo rolls his eyes as he crouches down, catches your trembling chin between his thumb and forefinger, and you cease all action immediately, freezing in his grip. âYou know his brother,â
Your brow furrows as you belatedly search your memory for any instance of the name, gunmetal grey and snow white flashing through your mind, but everythingâs too foggy, too hazy with the fear of disappointing your niisan more, eyes squeezing shut as you hiccup at the mere thought.
But then heâs sighing, always knows when heâs gone a little too farâyou are very delicate, after all, so small and naĂŻve and in desperate need of someone to take care of you, arenât you?âcollapsing back on his heels and pulling you into his lap as soft hands smooth down your hair, murmuring itâs alright, itâs alright and niisanâs got you, niisanâs got you.
âWhatâre you doinâ with a man like that, my little songbird?â his voice is gentle as he rocks your bodies back and forth, after your sobs have calmed a bit.
What are you? you want to ask, front teeth sinking into your tongue hard enough to make you wince, keeping those three tiny words inside of your mouth.
âI like him,â you mumble instead, nuzzling your face into his chest and hiding from those bright, inquisitive topaz eyes.
âYouâYou like him,â he snorts to himself in disbelief, shaking his head a little.
âI do,â you respond, a little firmer as you pull back to stare at your big brotherâs face, eyebrows knit together in determination, sparks of fury igniting deep in your chest at the thought of Keigo thinking he knows better, when heâs just as bad.
âHe isnât good for youââ
âHe isnât good for you,â you shoot back, tone clipped as you level your gaze, squirming a little in his arms. His grasp tightens, like heâs terrified youâre going to leave, honey eyes holding yours for a beat before he lets out a breath, looking away, defeated.
âThat doesnât mean you should be allowed to see him,â he mutters, glancing at your tear-stained face for a moment before his eyes flit away again. âButâŚâ his chest rises with a deep inhale, pressing against you. âI guessâŚI guess it isnât very fair of me to, uh, judge you, is it?â
âNo,â you pout a little. âIt isnât,â
He huffs out a soft chuckle, gazing at you from the side of his eye, a tiny smirk spreading across his face. âStop being so cute,â he grumbles, squeezing you against him just a bit too hard, giggles spilling from your lips as your fingers curl in the cotton of his hoodie. âIâm trying to be mad at you, yâknow,â
âKei-nii,â you whine with a roll of your eyes, shoving his shoulder weakly, though thereâs a smile on your lips.
âAlright, alright, alright,â heâs saying as lithe fingers brush some hair back from your face, palm resting against your cheek, thumb stroking your jaw rhythmically. âJustâPromise me, if he ever hurts youâŚYouâll tell me immediately, yeah?â
Blinking a few times, your eyes search his face, sobering up as gold bores into you. Thereâs something in his stare, something youâve never seen before, something that you canât decipher, and it sends chills pebbling across your skin. Swallowing thickly, you nod, little jerky movements as your eyes hold his. âY-Yeah, promise, niisan,â
âGood,â he whispers, chin resting atop the crown of your head as he cradles you to his chest. âWeâre all we have. Never forget it.â
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You only question Dabi about his name once, lounging around on his bed in the early hours of the morning, tangled in his sheets, wearing his t-shirt, with his large hand resting on your bare thigh. His headâs tipped back against the headboard as he exhales smoke in pretty little curls that disintegrate into hazy nothingness only a moment later.
âT-Touya?â Your hearts thudding against your ribcage as you almost whisper the name, barely audible at all, but his head snaps forward, sapphire eyes finding yours immediately.
And for a moment youâre terrified youâve made a grave mistake, that youâve crossed some invisible line you hadnât had a clue about, his glare scathing your skin; but then his features relax, and a little smirk spreads across his lips.
âAh, so he finally told you,â his voice is quiet, and you canât read his tone, eyes squinting a little as you lean towards him. âI donât go by that name anymore,â he speaks up, voice ringing out clear and strong. âDonât call me that again,â
The or else is implied, and you nod meekly, promising him softly that youâll never utter it again.
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Itâs been gnawing at you all week, sitting heavy like a block of lead in your stomach, the cuticles on your left thumb bitten raw in agitation. You need to tell him. Youâre going to tell him, itâs justâŚ
It just never seemed like the right time to tell himâthen again, is there ever a right time to tell your older brother that youâre spending the entire weekend at his drug dealerâs place?
But now itâs Friday, and Dabi will be here in a few minutes, and you still have yet to let Keigo know.
Because Keigo is currently otherwise occupied. With a girl.
You hadnât been expecting to hear the tinny laughter of a woman when you entered the house, arriving home after your last class of the day, hadnât been expecting to walk into the living room to find said girl splayed across your niisanâs lap, staring up at him dreamily as endless giggles spilled from her painted lips, hadnât been expecting him to be so completely enamoured with her that he doesnât even greet you.
It burns up all of the anxiety that had been building inside you in an instant, turns it into boiling rage that bubbles and pops, noxious as it rises up your throat.
And so, you decide that you wonât say anything at all. If heâs too busy to even acknowledge you like he normally does every single day, then surely he doesnât care if you leave, right?
âIâm going out,â you toss airily over your shoulder as your halfway out the front door, a small grin spreading across you lips as you spot Dabi leaning lazily against his car. He gives you a nod of acknowledgement, smug grin of his own forming on his lips.
Keigo shoots up immediately, nearly knocking the girl to the floor, moving faster than he ever has in his life as he catches your wrist and tugs, hard. A loud yelp sounds from the back of your throat and you stumble backwards, right into your big brotherâs chest.
âWhere? Huh? Where?â he growls out the word through clenched teeth, squeezing again. âWith who? ThatâThat fucking scumbag?â
At the sound of your yelp, Dabi straightens up instantly, usual lidded eyes now wide open and alert, zeroing in on where Keigo has ensnared you.
âNot like it matters to you, not when you have a whore to entertain,â you spit, and though your gaze is blazing, your eyes are filling with tears, gleaming in the late afternoon sun. âRight?â you push, after a few moments of silence.
His grip loosens, although he doesnât let go completely, fingers still clasped around you.
âPrincess, IâŚâ
âNo,â you snap, viciously pulling yourself free of him. âDonât princess me. Not after ignoring me like that,â
âYouâre overreactingââ
âThen so are you,â you cut him off sharply, already beginning to back away and blinking hard to clear your eyes of stubborn tears. âIâm spending the weekend at Dabiâs. Iâll see you on Sunday,â
Dabi catches you the moment youâre within reach, drawing you close to his chest for a second before pulling back. Calloused hands gently raise your wrist, sapphire eyes assessing the damage. His thumb caresses the rapidly bruising area rhythmically, back and forth, back and forth, and he frowns deeply, his gaze finally meeting yours.
âDoes he do this often? Hurt you like this?â
And itâs startling, shocking, to see the overflowing concern in his crystal eyes, studying your face intently as you try to find your voice. You donât think heâs ever sounded that serious before.
âIâNo, of course not,â you shake your head, tongue tripping over the words. âWeâYâknow, siblings fight, and stuff, itâsâhe doesnât know his own strength, sometimes, uh, forgets it, a-and I bruise easily,â you shrug, wincing a little at the serious expression still etched deep into Dabiâs face.
âIf he ever puts his hands on you again, Iâll fucking kill him,â Dabi says slowly, softly, as if heâs reciting the morning news to you, dark eyes drifting up to refocus on the figure still standing in the doorway. âDo you understand me?â he asks, though his stare does not leave Keigoâs, voice still calm, almost serene. âIâll fucking kill him,â
He wonât, you reassure him, countless times over the next few weeks. Niisanâs never intentionally hurt me, Daddy, he wonât, I promise.
And theyâre all true, those words you repeat to him, over and over and over again, while you comb fingers through his inky hair or press chaste kisses against his scarred skin. Theyâre all true.
Until they arenât.
You shouldâve known, really, not to talk about it. He doesnâtânot when youâre cleaning his track marks or wiping sweat from his forehead, not when he lays his head in your lap as heâs coming down, eyes fluttering as your fingers thread through his hair, not even when youâre feeding him teaspoons of water to keep him hydrated as his body forces him to throw up nothing, again, lips dry and cracked, skin clammy and coldâand you shouldnât, either.
âHave you ever thought about switching to pills?â You ask one night, casually, as if this is mundane, normal, to discuss while washing dishes. âI heard oxy is like, heroin in a pill,â
His jaw clenches, you can see the motion out of the corner of your eye, quickly refocusing your gaze on the bowl in your hands, the same bowl youâve been washing for about five minutes now.
âNo.â
âWhy not? Theyâre more controlledââ
âI said no,â
âAnd I asked why not,â you spit, dropping the bowl from your hands. It cracks as it collides with the aluminum of the sink, the sound piercing through the tense air as you turn to glare at your brother, soapy hands on your hips. âIt would be saferââ
âMarginallyââ
âThatâs still better than nothing, Keigo! Christ,â you sigh, running a sudsy hand through your hair. âTheyâre all fucking opioids, whatâs the difference!? Theyâre all gonna get you high the same way, arenât they?â
âNoâfor fuckâs sakeââ
You wouldnât understand, even if he tried to explain to you. You wouldnât understand that heâs already attempted this, attempted to switch from heroin to pills, and that it wasnât the sameâisnât the same. You wouldnât understand that oxy doesnât give the same instantaneous rush as heroin does, doesnât take his breath away like heroin does, doesnât warm his entire fucking body the way heroin does.
No, you wouldnât understand how most of the time he feels like he canât fucking breathe until he shoots up, wouldnât understand how, at this point, heroin feels like an old friend, safe and cozy and more comforting than anything heâs ever felt before, than even your arms are, wouldnât understand how heroin makes him feel like heâs fucking invincible, like he can take on the entire world in one day, like he can continue living.
It makes him feel whole again, full again, put back together with no cracks or missing pieces. It distracts him from how irrevocably shattered his insides truly are, providing him with quick, fleeting relief, just long enough for him to keep going, keep striving, keep breathing. But you wouldnât understand any of that. How could you?
Heâs sighing as he walks away from you, raking both hands through golden hair.
âYou donât understandââ
âNo, you donât see what this shit is doing to you! Itâs killing you, niisan!â
God, no, not the honorific. Not when youâre gazing at him with tears spilling from your eyes, little hands desperately pawing at his t-shirt, urgent just to make him understand, to get through to him for one instant.
âI-Itâs killing you and all I can do is watch,â your voice fades into a whisper, breaking on the last word as more tears streak your cheeks, leaving small gleaming trails in their wake, fingers readjusting, knotting in his shirt and tugging, latching onto him as he keeps walking, jaw clenching again as he tries to ignore you. âY-You have to stopâno, no, n-not stop, justâjust slow down, yeah? Slow down a little, itâsâitâs too fast, niisan, youâre going too fastââ
But itâs building, and building, and his head is throbbing, and throbbing, and your voice is rising higher and higher, louder and louder, and itâs all just too much, and before he even knows whatâs happening, his hand is cutting through the air, knuckles colliding with your cheek so hard it sends you stumbling backwards, tripping over your own feet as you fall on your ass.
He regrets it the moment it happens, the very moment his skin makes contact with yours.
But that doesnât matter; the damage is already done.
Heâs never hit you before. Sure, he may be a little rough sometimes, and his grip may leave a few bruises every once in a while, but he has never deliberately hit you, until today.
He never thought he would.
Golden eyes dart from his hand, still raised in the air from where it struck you, blood gleaming on his silver rings, to your face, small and terrified, crimson flowing down your cheek, mixing with your tears as it slowly drips off your jaw, and then back to his hand.
And for a moment, he swears, the whole world stops.
Then, a mere second later, his whole world shatters.
Youâre trying to form words, staring up at him with impossibly wide, unblinking eyes, but theyâre just escaping your lips in little mumbles, half-formed and coated in spit.
His mouth opens, then closes, then opens again, nothing more than a pitiful huff of air formed in the shape of a curse leaving his lips.
It takes your mind a moment to register whatâs happened, numb with dizzying shock, stupid with the most heartbreaking pain, dazed as tiny, trembling fingers raise to tenderly prod at the wound, wincing the moment they make contact. But the throbbing of your cheek brings you back quicker than Keigo wouldâve liked, and then your eyebrows are knitting together, mouth settling in a wobbly line, blinking hard to clear your eyes of pesky tears.
And all he can do is watch, watch as you shakily push yourself to your feet, watch as your hand grips your phone like itâs a fucking lifelineâa lifeline he very briefly thinks about diving forward and snatching out of your graspâwatch as you turn on the balls of your feet and disappear down the hall, the slam of your bedroom door echoing a moment later. Â
You barely make it into your bedroom before your collapsing on the floor, wheezing out uneven breaths, sharp, hard huffs of air that slice through your tight chest with each exhale, vision blurry with stinging tears as you stare down at your phone, cradled in quivering hands.
You know that if you make this phone call, Dabi will never let you come back. You know that if you make this phone call, this is it. Trembling fingers hesitate over his name, those four glowing letters staring back at you, an unnecessary amount of various heart emojis cushioning them.
He doesnât pick up the first time. Maybe itâs a sign, you think to yourself, a sign that you shouldnât leave just yet, that you should stay and rot away with him for a little bit longer, remain with him for a little more and give him another piece of your soul that he can add to his prized collection as he slowly steals your life force from you.
But then searing pain radiates through your entire face, along your jaw and to the back of your head, and the coppery smell of blood stings your nose, and you press on Dabiâs name again.
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If heâs being honest, he wouldâve never picked up for anyone but you, probably wouldâve killed the idiot that thought to interrupt him during one of the biggest deals of his careerâof his life.
âWhat?â he snarls as he answers, pacing along the wall outside the warehouse like a rabid dog, anxious and eager. âThis better be important, sweetheart. You knew I was meeting with one of the bosses todayââ
âHe hit me,â
Itâs hard to understand you when youâre still sobbing, words all wet and garbled, and Dabi squints as he focuses his concentration, feet skidding to a stop as his heart begins to pound.
âWhat?â
âHe hit me. NiiâKeigo hit me,â
And then, his blood runs cold. His ears are ringing, vision fading in and out of focus as red tinges the edges, breathing beginning to accelerate, exhaled harshly through flared nostrils. The thin skin stretched taut across his bony knuckles has turned white as he grips his phone so tightly heâs surprised it doesnât shatter in his hand.
âPack your shit,â he tells you, voice oddly calm, cold and sterile and sending shivers skittering up your spine. âIâm gonna fucking kill him,â
#dabi x reader#dabi smut#dabi#takami keigo#bnha smut#mha smut#aaaaaah fucking MONSTER#anywayyy cant wait to hear what u all think!!!#dabi don't get mad at me i lost track of time editing n i've been real good going to bed on time#tw noncon#tw dubcon#tw daddy kink#tw drugs#tw:abuse
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some one piece headcanons i have
characters ; law, robin, nami, sanji
tw ; characters' trauma/s
a/n : aaaa, this is my first time writing again. i used to write oneshots and full blown fanfiction books but i wanna try headcanons/scenarios (´-ďš-`ďź).
i am also well aware that some of these headcanons already exist but i headcanon them too! i hope it doesn't bother anyone (・ĹďšĹ).
let me know if i should make more of these or suggest a character! you can also send feedbacks about anything. my asks are open too <33.
trafalgar law
i love the idea that he still has his white lead marks around his face and body. it's not as visible anymore but if you look closely, it's there.
as much as he loves his peace and quiet, he feels restless if he doesn't have any background noises. it reminds him of the night he lost corazon.
post-dressrosa, he was feeling a little lost since he already fulfilled his purpose of finishing what corazon couldn't.
oftens wonder if corazon would be proud of him (he is).
has a picture of his crew on his desk with corazon's 1Ă1 on the corner.
is NOT organized, has crumpled notes and scratch around his desk and a bin full of paper.
would sleep on his desk and sofa but NEVER on his bed.
nico robin
hates loud noises and explotions since it reminds her of ohara.
would stay up because she'd sometimes get night terrors about ohara's incident.
has high pain tolerance because she's used to pain.
plays the mom figure subconsciously since she knows what if feels like to not have one by her side.
her and nami would talk about their mothers. robin loves to listen even if she can only add a few into the conversation.
i like to think if she laughs so much, she'll actually go "terushishishishi".
would doodle saul on the edge of her notes when she's thinking.
loves giants because of saul and would love to visit elbaf not just because of history.
loves to play with the other strawhats' hair.
actually started finding bizarre things cute out of pity since she knows what its like to be disliked/feared but it grew on her.
nami
distances herself when reminded of the past out of nowhere.
she usually starts having flashbacks when she's doing her charts, reminded of how she sat on that chair for hours.
does NOT like it when people point out she's bothered or ask if she's okay even when she already insisted she's fine and lashes out.
would feel bad and lonely after lashing out so she's go out the deck and watches the crew.
she doesn't apologize verbally, but her body language says so otherwise.
takes showers and baths in hopes that it would also wash out her negative thoughts.
has an old drawing she made of her, bellemere and nojiko when she was 6 pinned by her bed side table.
TRIES to budget her shopping money (keyword: tries).
would crouch down to pet every cat she sees and is also a cat tamer.
vinsmoke sanji
cooks to keep his mind from overthinking. (doesn't work)
most of the common things he cook are those he'd love his mother to try out.
hates children with a burning passion but would love to have his own.
confident about his abilities as a chef and fighter but don't get me started about his self worth.
VERY EMOTIONAL but doesn't show it because that's not him.
would cry if you hug him.
his favorite knife is the one he always practiced with when he was zeff's apprentice. the handle is already worn and the blade lost it's gloss but it feels like he's back in baratie.
his hair is SO soft but claims he doesn't use anything special. even nami is jealous of his locks.
his locker is just his clothes hanged properly and the bottom is a STOCK of cigarettes.
lowkey the best person to go to for comfort, no joke. (MAKE SURE YOU'RE THERE FOR HIM TOO.)
#one piece#one piece headcanons#one piece hcs#one piece fanfiction#strawhats#trafalgar law headcanons#nami headcanons#nico robin#nami#trafalgar law#nico robin headcanons#vinsmoke sanji#sanji headcanons#black leg sanji#one piece robin
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Lowkey - Drew Starkey
Authorâs Note:
Hi! Since I did an open ended story last time, you guys deserve a new one. Let me know if you guys like it.
Warning: contains police, alcohol and nicotine
Song: Lowkey - NIKI
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After the shooting of the Outer Banks 2 Chase and Madelyn hosted wrap party at their house. All the cast are there and being Madelynâs best friend I was invited too. I got there around 11pm and went to Madelyn and Chase to congratulate them.
She pulled me aside and said âRafe is there, why donât you say hi?â while wiggling her eyebrows. I laughed at her and said she was crazy. We have an inside joke that I like toxic men therefore I am attracted to Rafe Cameron but Drew is so different from his character, heâs the type of guy that is gentle and very funny and thatâs the opposite of my type in guys.
Madelyn excused herself to welcome the other guests that are coming and I decided to go to the kitchen to get myself a drink. I heard Madelyn call my name and invited me to play beer pong with the cast. I joined them and when it was my turn to play, I was against Drew. I can see him crossing his fingers and praying that I donât get to shoot the ball to the cup cause heâs already wasted. But I got the shot he groaned but still chugged the cup of beer where the ball landed. The game lasted for 5 rounds until almost everyone is tipsy. I went back to the kitchen to find something to eat when Drew approached me.
âYou got me pretty drunk out there, youâre good at playing beer pongâ he said.
âThat was luck cause I donât even know how to play I just followed what everyone was doingâ I said.
He chuckles, âBy the way Iâm Drew. Nice to meet you uhh?â
ây/n, Mads is my best friend.â I said.
âNice name, hmmm I like it. By the way Iâm about to head outside to smoke do you want to come?â he asked.
âYes sure let me just get hmmm THIS for usâ I said while holding a bottle of whiskey.
We went outside the house and sat to the curb. He offered me a cigarette and held the lighter out for me. We were just sitting there smoking and drinking the whiskey that we stole inside. The chaos from the party inside echoes through the silent neighbourhood.
âI feel like at some point the police will show up, itâs too crazy inside.â I said and he agreed.
Wonder what I'll do when the cops come through
And the whiskey's run out
'Cause I've been lookin' at you since half past two
Wanna take this downtown?
This liquid courage got me way too honest
Put your phone on vibrate, let's catch a vibe, babe
While the sun's down
A few minutes later, I saw one of the neighbors wearing a robe and looks like sheâs calling someone but sheâs looking at the house. Moments later I can see a couple of black cars with sirens heading towards the house. I grabbed Drewâs hands and we ran as fast as we could. We ran a couple of blocks until we can no longer hear any sirens from the cops. We stopped as we were both breathless, we looked at each other and started bursting out laughing. I donât know if itâs funny cause we ran even though weâre not guilty or weâre just both too drunk to take anything seriously. Our laughter was stopped by continuous texts and calls from his phone so I went to his pocket and grabbed his phone and put it on vibrate.
I don't really give a fuck 'bout all the "he said, she said" bullshit
So pick your poison, love, let's go somewhere a little more exclusive
Take a shot, take a chance, take my hand, boy
Tension so intense like an asteroid
Be discreet, gotta dodge all the tabloids
We drank the last bit of whiskey and started walking downtown. We saw a bar and we thought itâs a good idea to go inside and drink more like we didnât just finished a whole bottle of whiskey. We got shots and started dancing with everybody inside the bar. Every shot, the distance between us got a little smaller, 5 shots later, I can feel his grip on my waist getting tight and his breath on my neck getting hotter. I turned around and looked at him and I kissed him. When we pulled away, I dragged him outside the bar and started running. Our bodies are intoxicated with alcohol and seems like we donât have a care in the world.
We stopped running near an empty playground and we started kissing again but this time it got a little bit aggressive. When Drew was about to kiss me on my neck, we heard someone calling his name then a big flash blinded us so we ran back until we got back to Madelyn and Chaseâs house. The party is still going but it did simmer down a little bit.
Hush now, I know we're a little too fucked up to stay still, love
Be as quiet as you can, 'cause if anyone sees
They'll just blow shit up
I don't gotta know if you're taken
I'll just let ya know bedroom's vacant
No one's gotta know, just us and the moon 'til the sun starts wakin'
We went back inside and they were looking for us. They thought we got arrested or something, we assured them that weâre alright and everyone decided to drink again. I was glancing over Drew whoâs talking with Chase and Rudy and I was with Madelyn and Madison, he catches my eyes and I signalled him to meet me at the corner. We discreetly excused ourselves. I held his hand and told him to look out while I find the guest bedroom but we were both so drunk that some people are looking at us weird.
Us in a king-size, keep it a secret
Say I'm your queen, I don't wanna leave this
Low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low-key
I finally unlocked the door of the bedroom and he started kissing me roughly leaving hickeys on my neck. We were so intoxicated that everything felt so fast, but it was already 5am the sun is starting to come out, we looked at each otherâs eyes and he said âletâs keep this lowkey.â I smiled and turned around, he placed his arms on my waist and kissed my shoulders as we both fell asleep.
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reader impact || first meetings: unreconciled stars
series masterlist characters: scaramouche, fischl, mona genre: fluff summary: a game has been released entitled genshin impact, consisting of otherworldly abilities relying on the basic elements of nature. the game follows the story of an interdimensional traveling twin in search of their other half. along this journey, they meet different characters that live in this world. including you. notes: i'm sorry fischl and mona's aren't that good :(( this is actually my first time writing for them but i hope you enjoy <33
scaramouche's playthrough -
oof scara
scara scara scara
this boy hates his chat and at this point they don't care.
it's not like he'll badmouth them, right?
think ludwig.
that's him.
he's a very angy boy please--
as for what he does?
much like childe he'd do a lot of pvp games.
he's not too keen on showing off his personal life.
he prefers that boundary between his viewers and himself, y'know?
he honestly doesn't even understand why his viewers like him.
he knows he's a mean person and yet here they are :/
he doesn't take requests from his viewers he just kinda plays whatever he wants.
imagine his viewers' surprise when they see him streaming genshin--
they asked why a lot.
"it seemed cool."
this man just wants to play some good ol' anime games.
his chat calls him soft and he just glares.
anyway now he's actually playing.
he's not really into mondstadt's characters they're all... okay to him.
he feels a bit better in liyue.
not because it's pretty oh no no no.
because look at all the enemies outside >:))
he'll clear the whole field don't test him.
anyway, now onto the unreconciled stars event :00
this man really doesn't like katheryne--
anyway at this point he's tasked with find fritz, which he doesn't really want to do.
he sees the dude on the ground but that's only after he sees someone standing next to him.
and then he sees someone standing next to him :0
"is the guy on the floor sleeping?"
"i believe so. i've tried everything, but he won't wake up."
he will pause to look at your outfit.
it's so complex but it's so cool!!!
his chat suspects something's up but... he'll just snap at them like he normally does.
but he'll silently admire you <3
also yOU'RE T I N Y ! !
and then paimon points out your clothes and the cameras pans up your body--
"heh... and by "this person over here," you mean me, right?"
he will choose the "those unique clothes are quite beautiful" option in a heartbeat.
he doesn't care that his chat is teasing him, he just wants you to know :))
he's kinda sad when you leave, though...
"please come back soon..."
his CHAT HAS NEVER SEEN HIM SO SOFT BEFORE
skip to a few events later when the constellation is revealed to be leonard's.
the sudden cutscene catches him off guard because he's prepared to fight someone.
"hi! sounds interesting... mind if i join you?"
he won't say anything but he will physically relax at the sight of you.
you make this man soft please--
he's lowkey angry when his character is teleported away from you :(
(name): the sixth of the eleven fatui harbingers
HYPEHYPEHYPE
YOU'RE SO COOL!
of course he doesn't say that but his chat can tell that's what he's thinking.
this man's eyes go wide when you order the fatui around.
please help he really likes you. you're so assertive and cute and cool and just AGH--
fischl's playthrough -
fischl can and will do cosplay streams.
her fans like to watch her because of the "character" she puts up for the camera.
honestly she just does this because she genuinely enjoys cosplaying and bringing characters to life.
oz is the nickname for her pet bird :))
she definitely gets a lot of trolls in her chat that make fun of her for her cosplays and "dumb" way of speaking.
in which case she'll just yell at them using her "dumb" way of speaking.
she really does care about how people see her but her chat comforts her a lot after, so she feels better after a few minutes :))
the games she plays are very fantasy based and take place in worlds that don't exist.
once she gets into a game, she'd pick her favorite character and cosplay as them everytime she streams that game.
sometimes she does sewing streams where she actually makes her own cosplay with her fans.
they like to make it with her if they have the materials :D
genshin impact was a game her fans recommended because they actually want to see fischl cosplay the characters.
they will beg her to do the cosplay creation on stream.
(they defintitely know who she'll choose to cosplay but it's fine)
when she reaches the unreconciled stars event, she's really excited to learn about the fated meteorite granting sleep upon touch.
she's ready to go around teyvat in search of an answer when...
"katheryne! vassal of the immernachtreich, do mine ears deceive me, or didst thou cry out mine holy name in earnest supplication not one moment ago?"
some of her chat is obviously confused by your speech but her long time viewers can understand some of it.
oz, who fischl had brought with her to play, seems excited to see your familiar flying to you :)
fischl is just as excited as he is!!
please you speak just like her and you're voice is so nice and it actually sounds like the developers put thought into what the speech would mean in "proper speech."
"a pleasure to meet you again, katheryne."
YOU'RE FAMILIAR IS JUST AS COOL AS YOU ARE!!
some of her viewers will beg for her to skip through your dialogue.
when she sees those comments, she will purposefully let your dialogue play out, proceed to read out that same dialogue, and respond to you as if she was actually talking to you.
not just to spite them but because it's also a lot of fun for her <3
"it would seem the gods have blessed us with meeting such a well-respected being!"
translation: she's really excited to have met you.
as soon as you spoke she decided she would cosplay as you.
she's already planning out all of the materials she'll need and how much time it would take.
if your familiar is a bird, you best bet oz will be in her photo shoots for your cosplay.
most of the time you're on screen, she'll talk to her viewers about you in her classic chuunibyou style <333
she's really sad when it's time for you to leave :(((
"... goodbye, fischl. you are a good listener. i enjoy chatting with you. to be honest, most of the other adventurers in the guild only ever talk to me when they wanna hear (familiar)'s reconnaissance reports... this little journey we had... it was a great adventure. i'm just sorry that is has to end so abruptly..."
she might cry wait--
she relates to you even more now :(
"ah! what am i doing? i totally broke form..."
you're too cute pleas--
mona's playthrough -
mona does a lot of nightly streams.
it's very rare for you to catch her streaming with daylight.
she likes to share things about astrology while sitting outside drinking something warm.
she'll do a lot of nightly gaming streams as well.
mainly calmer games that people can vibe to in the background.
she prefers to keep her streams lowkey and chill, much like the life she wants to lead.
if only she had the money to do so...
yes, mona is still struggling with money even as a streamer.
she greatly appreciates any donations her fans give to her because she practically relies on them to pay her rent and daily necessities.
of course, it's not like she's completely struggling, just enough to barely get her by.
anyway, her fans ask her about playing genshin impact, inticing her with their talk about the stars and night sky in the game.
she's the type of player to take her time in the environment and take a lot of pictures of her character at night.
she's actually really excited when she hears about this new event centering around the stars and sky :D
soon enough, she gets around to the part where she is need of an astrologist.
she's HYPED to hear there's an astrologist in the game.
"someone looking for me? who is it?"
she will squeal, please.
look at you!!!
your whole design has stars and is space-themed and you're so cute and you're voice is so soothing ! ! !
she really likes listening to you talk about astrology because your voice gets even softer than before.
that scene where you go to the cliff??
please she has that scene as her lockscreen <3
you just look so cool when you start to do your process.
you're so focused and the way they animate your process in the game is beautiful.
and then the fatui harbinger interrupts one of your meetings :00
you grab onto mona's character and teleport away in a cloud of stars and specks of your elemental vision.
she's kinda embarrassed when you scold her about getting involved with the harbinger--
but not only are you really cool and awesome, you're super strong, too!
please be sassy more she really likes how proud you sound :))
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Part 4 Characters Reacting to You Saying That You Can Hold The World in Your Hands and Then Holding Their Face
One lengthy ass title, but I've seen this concept from multiple blogs and that shit is so cute?? I live for cheesy fluff so much
~ Josuke Higashikata~
You were hanging out in Josuke's living room, watching him play videogames
It was fun for a while, but 10 min in you got bored and decided to mess with your boyfriend, who blushes easily
"Hey Josuke, I wanna show you something! " You quickly scooted yourself in front of him, not really caring about the game over screen going off in the background
"Hey! C'mon, what's so important that you couldn't wait?" You looked at him with a mischievous smile, "I can hold the world in my hands! " You proceeded to squish his face between your palms and you could see his face turn a light shade of pink and a dorky smile spread across
I don't care if this sounds out of character, dude is the type of guy to say "Aw shucks" unironically. That's exactly how he responds
Did you tease him about his response? Absolutely. Did he get you to stop laughing at him by kissing the tip of your nose? Of course
~Okuyasu Nijimura~
You both were walking around after a date at Tonio's and were goofing off
"Hey Oku, did you know I can fit the entire world in my hands?" "Sorry to break it to you Y/N, but I don't think that's possible. " Queue the plopping your hands gently on Okuyasu's face. "No, look, you're wrong!"
It took him like 5 whole minutes of him trying to understand until he actually got it.
"Huh? Oh,,,OH AWEE BABY THATS SO SWEET" Okuyasu brought you in a bone crushing hug, crying about how that's the cutest thing someone ever told him
He brought his hands up to your face and scattered kisses all over to show extra appreciation
~ Rohan Kishibe ~
Rohan isn't a man to get easily flustered so lately you've been trying to get him off guard and hope for a blush, maybe stutter if you're lucky
It was one of those rare occasions where you were able to get Rohan to take a break from his work and just have him relax with you while you're watching TV
Maybe while in this peaceful atmosphere you could catch him off guard and get him to blush
Quickly you turned towards the artist and held his face in your hands and with a giddy smile you say "I can't believe it, I can fit the entire world in my hands!"
He just kinda deadpanned and with a smushed face "Darling what are you doing? That sounds so cheesy too"
Mission failed. We'll get em next time
In the middle of pouting over your failed attempt, you missed the silent laugh that Rohan made at your statement
~Jotaro Kujo~
Please don't do this I feel like you'd end up causing an accidental ptsd flashback once you say "the world."
~Yoshikage Kira~
Everyday he managed to fit in you and him time before he gets dressed for work and that's usually just you two cuddling and good morning kisses
You were someone who filled up the housewife/househusband role in the relationship, so you savored these moments knowing you wouldn't be able to see him that much throughout the day
"Sweetheart, want to know something fascinating? I can fit the entire world in my hands." It was then you gently cupped his face and gazed into his eyes lovingly. "See?"
Yoshikage gave a small chuckle and held onto your soft hands, soaking up the attention your hands gave him
It wasn't until you tried to move your hands, Yoshikage gripped onto them. Not too harsh, but just enough to keep them there
"No no, keep them there. Let's just stay like this."
~ Yukako Yamagishi ~
You both are a pda couple, typically the cheesy romantic lines and gestures came from Yukako though
But pulling stuff like this wasn't uncommon and you usually said things like that when she gets upset by something
She could be fuming and all you have to do is not even say anything, just gently hold her like you're in a romantic novel and she's already better
"Awe sweetheart, you're my entire world too! I love you so much!"
Neat. Now you're the one being doted on and being squeezed by your surprisingly strong girlfriend
If anyone laughed at or looked at your failed attempt at being the romantic one in the relationship weirdly, she will threaten them and force them to encourage you to do more like that for her :)
~ Toshikazu Hazamada ~
Shh lowkey based off of a headcanon that Hazamada does enjoy drawing a lot and one of his inspirations was Rohan (before Rohan's episode tho)
You were at Hazamada's house, hanging out in his room while he sits at his desk drawing something in his sketchbook
While he was busy, you were giving some affection to his stand, using Surface as a temporary cuddle buddy and using it to give it's user some attention while he's stressing over each hand he draws
Don't get me wrong, you love Toshikazu, but it was getting annoying how often he seemed to neglect giving you proper attention and leaving his stand to do the work for him
"Hey Kazu, look I can hold the world in my hands!" You held the wooden stand close to you and giving it a lil cheek kiss, knowing it was a pet peeve of his when you give too much of your time to his stand rather than himself
Hazamada really went đď¸đđď¸ when the dummy even made a laughing motion at him "B-but why not me!? Am I not your world!?"
"Huh? Oh yea, don't worry honey. I still love you, but right now Surface gets the special boyfriend privileges since it pays attention to me."
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