#if not for themselves definitely for the other

[hairspray-heart]

Tbh this is something I'm noticing increasingly in online spaces, not just tumblr. The more things get censored to make online audiences attractive to advertisers, the more people get horny about every fucking thing. You can't go anywhere online without running into it on some level, and I think it's related to the puritanical anti-sexual content bent of many social media sites, where users are just a demographic, data to be sold to advertisers.

I also see young people who are seemingly experiencing extreme phobias toward anything sexual, which seems like it's related to being raised on/by an internet culture that revolves around social media standards. These are the same people who self-censor in person because they are actually afraid to say anything that advertisers wouldn't like, because those are the rigid social rules they're used to. Saying "smex" or "unalived" in college classes because they can't make themselves say the Forbidden Words.

So it's going in both ways, but much of the Tumblr demographic is millennials and early zoomers, compared to other places are are primarily younger zoomers and gen alpha. Not everything is generational, of course, but if you were born pre-Obama, you also probably experienced some era of an internet with significantly more sexual outlet via porn and similar, especially if you were on Tumblr when we had porn.

There are plenty of other factors for individual leaning. But based on the rough estimates I have in my head, I see more "sex leakage" from folks closer to my own age and more "sex suppression" from folks young enough to be my nephews (who are ages 2-18; much of the anti-sex and anti-porn sentiment I see is broadly people under drinking age at the very least, although cultural factors like religious belief has a moderating effect).

Notable exceptions are TERFs of any age (anti-sex work in most cases I see), drag queens of any age (broadly sex-positive in my experience), a certain brand of Christian/Catholic I occasionally run into (broadly sex-negative and definitely anti-sex work), and people who have done sex work (context matters: everyone I know who did it voluntarily or for survival supports keeping it legal and having protections; I do know people who have survived involuntary sex work or trafficking may have different views). These situations appear to mitigate any potential generational influence.

Anyway as far as I can tell, we're strongly polarized on sexuality because it doesn't sell to advertisers so much of our social media is sexually stifled and filtered, but also humans in general are a sexual species* and having no outlet for that makes it spill over into places where it doesn't belong or make sense, especially the more social media becomes a place we're the Purity Police will Get you... except if you horny post on Tumblr dot com.

*I fully acknowledge that asexuals exist and that isn't what I mean; that is the exception statistically and there is nothing wrong with having sexual urges because that is part of what most people experience at some point.

I think that banning porn has made this website more sexual over time, actually. When people had that porn outlet you could mostly just post in peace but now can’t mention any random thing without people relating it back to their horniness. It’s gotten worse, I tell you. I was here before the porn ban. Occasionally accidentally coming across a sex gif was the price we paid for mostly keeping on topic.

[abcdfghjklmpqrobin]

I love the idea that the 'Robin cackle' wasn't meant to be an intimidation technique at first. It's just deadass how Dick laughs.

Like, Dick just has an evil sounding laugh. And, well, admittedly he is also a bit psychopath-y for a kid. He is always laughing at weird shit. And crooks all nervous, tripping over themselves to get things done 'before the Bat appears' when the Bat is already there? Definitely too funny not to laugh!

So it's the dead of the night and everyone is trying to be quiet when this cruel sounding cackle comes out of no where and starts echoing off the walls, getting more and more spectral... It's the last thing everyone hears before Batman beats the shit out of them.

And thus the mythos of the Robin cackle is born.

Bruce doesn't really put a stop to it, one, because it does make one hell of an intimidation technique. And two, because, well, it's Dick's laugh. What's he supposed to do? Tell his kid not to be happy? It's not Dick's fault he sound like something out of The Shining .

So things are what they're are, time goes on. It's not until later that B realizes his mistake.

Thing is, people tend to copy other people's way of laughing. Especially those of family and friends.

Batman doesn't remember this silly little fact about human nature until he's at a meeting with the JL. Everyone is getting comfortable, and heroes are shuffling in calmly, and then Barry comes in at super speed, promptly slips on the recently polished floor, and sends his own ass flying. He crashes into Hal and they both slam into a window so hard they crack the reinforced glass.

And Bruce tries, he really tries. But what the hell, he's tired, and maybe a bit concussed. So he laughs. Full on belly laugh.

What comes out of him is the sound of the gates of hell opening. Like someone gave Dracula a dose of Joker's gas. Rough and elegant yet so maniacal and evil it genuinely has people's hairs standing up. It's sounds like the last thing you hear before someone loses their mind. It sounds like how Dick laughs.

It's so bad it startles Bruce himself into stopping. Everyone is looking at him like 'What the fuck was that?!'. Clark starts using x-ray vision to make sure it's actually his friend under the cowl and not a villain. In similar fashion Diana reaches for her lasso. Barry is wondering if he died and that sound is the gream reaper and Hal is passed out in the floor.

Bruce is looking at the distance. He's not sure how he's going to explain to Alfred that the polished, educated laugh he taught him has been corrupted by his 12 year old .

[r3ynah]

GHOSTBUSTERS DCxDP oneshot?

The bats think the mansion is haunted, and no one questions it. With the manor being at least decades old, being haunted by a possible ancestor of Bruce was the least of their worries when they have cases to solve, rogues to fight and mountains of paperwork to do.

At first, they ignored it, it was harmless at its earliest phase; pens disappearing out of nowhere when they'd clearly just placed it on top of the desk a minute ago, along with random lights flickering which they just reminded themselves to make a mental note that a lightbulb needs replacing.

And then it escalated, a few months in and things started getting freaky even for them, some of the bats would hear distant laughter in some corridors of the manor, shadowy figures at the corner of their eyes, and one time when the family was downstairs at cave working on a crime file half-past midnight, there was a sudden occurrence that every single light present in the Wayne manor even the cave underground suddenly turned off leaving the bat computer as the only thing to resonate light off from.

But even the bat computer was not completely protected, a few seconds after the blackout and after a few questioning glances at each other— all the monitor screens turned green, nothing in view just this neon sickly green that reminded them of the Lazarus pits, if they weren't alarmed yet, then the affair after this will certainly will:

The sound of someone weeping was heard, the crying was soft but not unnoticed. No, they couldn't even ignore this cry if they wanted to, but because this person was not letting their cries go unheard, it seeks their attention in every direction.

Everywhere but nowhere at the same time.

No one dared to break the silence, they thought they couldn't all the training and practice they had just willingly jumped out of the window when they heard the bellowing cries.

It seemed like they were being clung onto by unseen hands clutching at their legs to stay put in their places.

A few bated breaths: One, Two, Three, Four.

Wet footsteps can be heard slowly walking in their direction and then— Stephanie booked it, screaming along the lines of colorful and creative swears, followed by Tim cursing to himself that he needs to buy a bottle of holy water tomorrow, Jason definitely creeped out went to start his motorbike and escaping to go back to crime alley, Duke who was panicking grabbed Cass who was giggling at the chaos that is happening, by the hand and sprinted to the elevator with his powers keeping them from not slamming into anything, Dick was no religious person but he ran while singing the lyrics of 'I love you Jesus', Damian who was in Dick's arms can only protest.

And then there was Bruce, still standing unmoving at the center of the cave all alone, or is he?

And then Bruce felt it, cold mist gathering on top of his shoulders forming into a figure like someone was perched on it, he didn't want to believe it at first, but it was starting to be hard to make an excuse for it when a pair of neon green orbs like eyes opened up to stare at you, goosebumps traveled all over his body as he heard the uncanny but very clear whisper of the said mist like figure saying "Boo" before he also sprinted out of the cave to go to sleep, maybe he indeed was very stressed just like how Alfred told him yesterday.

It was now the next day, Alfred stood idly behind the kitchen counter, he adjusted an old cellular phone in his hand for a more comfortable grip while pressing it against his ear, his great-nephew called just a moment ago to express the troubles that he did.

"Did I go too far, scaring them?" Danny meekly said, clearly letting the guilt get to him, Alfred stayed silent as he looked up to look at the other room connecting to the kitchen which is one of the more used living rooms of the manor.

There he saw almost everyone present watching intently as Stephanie presented a PPT presentation of a video game called phasmophobia and was currently giving insights on how this game can help them as a basis on how they can identify the entity if it's just a shade or a full-on demon, which was also backed up by additional information given by Tim, who was very compelled on also doing this and was practically vibrating in excitement in place.

Surprisingly everyone else also seemed interested, nodding a couple of times in agreement and raising their hands when confused.

Alfred only had an amused look plastered on his face, as he brought his attention back to his nephew on the other side of the line:

"No need to worry too much my nephew, you have completed the task I gave you perfectly thank you."

Turns out that Alfred was getting irritated about how his worries were being ignored and how he was only given excuses as to why the bats couldn't rest and allow a time of relaxation, so he sighed and finally gave up and called his great-nephew from Amity Park to ask for a request in exchange of home baked desserts which was immediately accepted as a very good barter (Danny's words).

In the end, it went well, at least they have had their sleep and was now more focused on other things than work and being vigilantes, Alfred can only hope this will last up at a minimum of 2 weeks or so.

[fluff-lover]

Past Future | Logan x fem!Reader

Summary: Logan time travels and finds out his future self is married... to you.

Note: this is in a way part of my Healing Touch fic, where Reader is called "Angel", is a mutant and has healing powers. But can be read without reading the whole fic.

Also, I don't think the timelines and plot makes much sense, but this came to me one night and I just needed to write it!

In a desperate attempt to stop the sentinels, Charles and Logan offer to travel into the future to find out how (and if) the X-Men won the war, only to find out that mutants are almost extinct there. Year is 2030 and their only lead takes them to the Logan from the future: a more rugged, worn down Wolverine who hung the claws a year ago, after Charles died.

“I don’t go by Logan anymore.” He told them. “Here I’m James.”

It took a lot of persuasion to make James take them home and help them. James wanted to leave the past in the past, but seeing Chuck again, even if it was a younger version, pulled some strings in his heart.

That’s how they found themselves standing outside Jame’s home: a little cabin in the woods, with lovely flowers in the front yard, a wooden fence, a nice porch… 

Logan, the one from the past, felt like this was a completely parallel universe instead of his own in the future. The man standing in front of him was completely different from him.

“Listen, I’m very protective of my home.” James said. “So here are some ground rules: Don’t go sneaking around, don’t touch anything…” He said looking from Charles to Logan, then back to Charles. “Don’t feed the dog.” And finally he turned to Logan. “And don’t hit on my wife.” he said in a warning tone.

“You have a dog?” Charles asked.

“You have a wife?!” Logan added in disbelief.

They walked in and found a cozy home, a lit fireplace, and the smell of homemade food filling in the air.

“Shoes.” James said before taking his shoes off.

Charles and Logan exchanged a look before taking their shoes off too.

Oh, James was whipped!

A white and brown border collie rushed to James and he bent down to greet her.

“Hi Whiskey, have you been a good girl today?” He asked the dog while patting her. She wiggled her tail and licked his hand. “Yeah you were… always such a good girl.”

Logan watched closely, he couldn’t imagine ever getting a dog. 

James straightened with a groan and walked further into the home.

“Sweetheart?” He called out.

You walked out of the kitchen to greet him and Logan’s breath hitched.

You were SO beautiful, breathtaking. Now he understood Jame’s warning. His younger self would definitely try to make some moves on such a pretty thing.

Logan watched in disbelief as you cupped your husband’s face and kissed his lips oh so sweetly while James wrapped an arm around your waist. Logan wondered how on Earth he would end up with such a loving, beautiful partner. It was clear your tenderness rubbed off on James, seeing him being all lovey dovey with you.

James quickly introduced them and you couldn’t help but look at Logan in wonder. He looked just like your husband, just younger. But he wasn’t the same man. You and Logan went through so much together: losing the other mutants, helping Charles, finding Laura, only for Charles to pass away in a horrific way… No, your James was unique, and you loved him just the way he was.

Charles was a whole different story…

“That’s… a head full of hair…” You half joked. James snorted and kissed your temple.

Your life with James was simple and very domestic. You made dinner in the kitchen while he set the table. Logan and Charles tried to take everything in as this wasn’t the future they expected.

“Alright, dinner is ready!” you said as you placed the food on the table.

“I’ll get Laura.” James said before going upstairs.

“Who’s Laura?” Charles asked.

“She’s James’ kid.” You said as you sat down. Logan opened his eyes so widely you thought they would pop out of his skull. “It’s complicated, technically she’s his clone, but after we found out about her we decided to keep her and raise her as our own.”

Logan watched James arrive downstairs followed by a little girl. There was some resemblance, especially in her frown. She didn’t look happy to have visitors.

When Laura spotted Logan, she quickly hid behind James’ legs. He smiled gently at her and patted her head.

“It’s alright kiddo, he’s good. Not a clone.” He explained while guiding her to her chair next to you. You smiled sweetly and placed a plate of food in front of her.

Once you were all sat at the table Charles and Logan explained the situation and asked a ton of questions about the future. With a lot of patience James told them everything, from how to defeat the sentinels to how you two ended up here. He told them about Charle’s seizures and how it killed every other mutant except for the two of you. 

You told them about your healing powers and your days at the School as “Angel”. 

…About your marriage…

…About finding Laura…

About Charles passing away.

At one point you turned to Charles with glassy eyes.

“I’m so sorry I couldn’t save you. I used my healing powers with you every chance I got but…” You shook your head and sighed. “I think you were so tired you just gave up. And then when you were attacked by X-24 I got to you too late, you had already passed away…” you looked away in shame. James lifted your hand and kissed it.

“You did everything you could… We all did.” James said before turning to the others. “She’s constantly healing me too, otherwise I would be dead by now.”

“Healing from what? I thought you… we…” Logan cleared his throat, not knowing how to address James. “What about the enhanced healing power?”

“I still got it, but the adamantium in my bones is slowly poisoning me.” He then looked at you lovingly. “My little angel keeps it from taking me out entirely.”

“What’s adamantium?” Charles asked.

“A nearly indestructible metal that was injected inside me to make me stronger.” With that James unleashed his claws and the other men saw their reflection on the shiny material.

“What the fuck…?” Logan mumbled.

“How did that happen?” Charles asked.

“That’s another long story…” James sighed.

“And it’s been a long night, I’ll tuck Laura in.” You said getting up. “Come on sweetheart, it’s bedtime.” 

Laura got up and before following you upstairs she stopped to hug James goodnight. It took a while for James and Laura to form this father-daughter bond, but you knew they loved each other and every day they learned more and more to show their affection. It was slow progress but it was worth it.

“Good night, kiddo.” James smiled softly and watched the two of you walk upstairs. Logan was still trying to wrap this whole thing around his head. James turned to him and tilted his head towards the door. “Care for a drink?”

James, Logan and Charles sat down on the porch, each one of them with a glass of bourbon. The sky was clear and the stars shone bright. It was quiet and nice, the only light in the porch coming from a little lamp hanging from the roof.

Charles and James discussed plans of action against the sentinels and how to get reinforcements, but Logan stayed quiet mostly. He had so many questions, the most important one being what did he do to deserve such a happy, tranquil life?

Whiskey, the dog, laid next to James on the floor with her head resting on her master’s foot.

“So this is your life now, uh?” Logan suddenly said, interrupting Charles and James’ talk. “You go to work, come home to a wife and kid, have dinner, sit on the porch with a drink and a cigar…”

James arched an eyebrow.

“Pretty much, yeah.” He said before taking a drag.

“You forgot the dog.” Charles added and Logan shot him a glare.

“Hard to believe, no?” James asked him. Logan didn’t know what to say, but yes, he was having a hard time believing this.

“It's just so… peaceful.” he mumbled.

James hummed and took a sip of his drink.

“It is, and so far away from all the violence I once knew. For the longest time I didn’t believe I deserved it. That I didn’t deserve HER.” It was clear he was talking about you. “But each morning I wake up next to her and she reassures me this is where I belong.” He smiled, thinking about the quiet mornings, the whispers under the covers, the light kisses on his face.

“Are you happy?” Charles asked softly, wanting to believe his friend got a somewhat happy ending while the rest of the world went to shit.

James hummed again and nodded his head.

“Happier than I recall ever being.”

By the time they went back inside you were almost done washing the dishes. James stood next to you and started drying them, a radio playing old tunes in a corner.

While Logan and Charles discussed strategies, Logan caught a glimpse of you and James slow dancing in the kitchen. It was a heart pulling scene: your head resting against James’ chest, Paul Anka’s voice sounding in the background. 

It looked so simple, just a common married couple slow dancing in the kitchen late at night, a domestic yet sweet tint to it. Yet to Logan it looked like an impossible dream of something he never thought he could get.

“You’ll get there.” He heard Charles whisper and his face went red as he realized he was caught staring.

“Uh?”

Charles looked at the couple and back at him.

“You’ll meet her, fall in love and marry her. Don’t worry, this will happen to you.”

Logan cleared his throat awkwardly.

“It won’t if we change the future.”

“You won’t remember any of this when you get back to your own time. But I will, and I’ll make sure you meet her.” Charles promised.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” He said dismissively. “That’s not what we’re here for. Keep your head in the mission.”

Charles simply smiled.

Logan was whipped too…

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[korrasera]

This sentiment isn't just wrong, it's also kinda insulting. In that way someone who says, "Look at how special I am compared to the sheep," is.

People aren't other people. People are themselves. We are social animals. We influence and are influenced. Our identities are shaped both by our inner lives and the affect others have on us.

All of us. Even a master level sudoku player. And we're all still individuals.

Do people follow trends and perform groupthink? Sure, definitely. But all this kind of quote does is teach you to think of other people as shadows that aren't a real person.

And that's a terrible way to think. EDIT: I may have been going a little hard on this one, since the original quote is supposed to be about highlighting that we all borrow from each other and I'm a lot more used to seeing this sort of language used to justify superiority. So, just keep in mind that it wasn't meant to be taken as seriously as I took it.

[swtheartz]

“ LIKE STRAWBERRIES. ” — M. Grayson

Part two

Info : Reader is a healer, canon typical violence, slow burn, one sided beef to lovers type beat W / C : 1.6k.

A / N : silas actually uploading an entire fic??? this is unheard of!! uncharted territory!!!!! jk though. i was burnt out for NO reason and suddenly got a surge of spite against my depression and wrote this. lol. it WILL in fact be a series, this is only part one i fear

The first time Mark meets you is after the fight with his dad.

Cecil had told him he’d be fixed right up—in the physical aspect, at the very least. “The kid hates sob stories. Try not to say too much.”

So, he took the old man’s advice, and hadn’t said much to you while you were healing him. He’d argue that the silence was awkward. Foreign and strange, and he didn’t know how to not sit there and manage to not look out of place. The room you primarily worked in wasn’t like a hospital room, no.

It didn’t have those weird posters of kittens with something that said ‘believe in yourself,’ or something dumb like that, it wasn’t just pristine white walls with blinding fluorescent lights that gave patients headaches, and it didn’t smell like pure bleach and chemicals. No. It smelled of something floral and sweet, almost like fruit; but not quite there. The walls were more a peach color than anything, easier on the eyes than the standard American hospital. Not to mention that the walls were decorated.

All in all, it was strange. Like someone as bruised and bloody as Mark didn’t belong in there. Somewhere sweet and almost gentle, and the wounds that had made him feel as though they’d stay forever—stay etched into his skin, down to the bone, alongside the blood that wasn’t just solely his—mended themselves back together. The bruises and aches faded away.

The smell of blood lingered.

“Well,” the sound of your voice nearly startled Mark off the bed you’d had him laid across. “Take a shower and do a rain check with Stedman, and you’re all good to go, Invincible.”

“. . . What? Just- that’s it? That’s all?”

You’d stared blankly at him, arms crossed in the chair you were seated in. Though you were a healer, you did look as though you belonged amongst the official medical staff that’d be seen literally anywhere else. The slightest tilt of your head had him shifting uncomfortably.

“Did you want there to be more?” The question comes across as somewhat annoyed. Mark could see why you’d probably be agitated—but it was a genuine question!

“It’s just, uh,” he starts, swallowing nervously. “I expected it to take longer or something. Like an actual healing process, precautions I’d have to take and stuff.”

The hum of acknowledgment you let out as you nod your head makes him look at you again, and you speak. “Not when I’m the one healing you. My power is called that for a reason, and it’s so heroes like you can get back out on the playing field. To skip the healing process. If I hadn’t been here, it would’ve taken you months.”

Right. A healer. Mark himself had never really thought someone like you could exist. He’s seen powers like that only in his comics, and there weren’t any other supers capable of doing whatever you just did. The way you move is skilled and practiced, years of experience and heroes in and out of your ward showing through it.

“Huh. Okay, wow. Thanks?”

“Go home, Invincible.”

“Invincible.”

Mark grimaces. “I am begging you—literally just call me by my government name.”

He doesn’t miss the way your nose scrunches ever so slightly as your eyes never leave the clipboard in your hands, clearly focused; but not too focused. “You and I are not on friendly terms. We’re associates by definition.”

“Okay, okay,” he puts his hands up slightly in mock surrender, contemplating his response. Over the past few months, he’s noticed that you don’t quite like him. At all. You’re annoyed by how thick his file has grown in such a short amount of time, annoyed by all the times you’ve documented the amount of injuries he’s had, how much energy it takes you, and whether or not you want to quit working for the GDA after making his acquaintance all those months ago.

“. . . But hear me out.” Mark adds on, noticing the way your hands clutch even more at the wood and paper. “We’re associates when we’re on duty. By definition.”

“And I am on duty,” you retort, setting your papers down and pressing a hand to the bridge of your nose. “Constantly. The same way I’m on duty while watching you get your ass beat on live television, all because you seem to love pulling your punches. Like a fucking idiot.”

He winces at that, unable to deny the blatant distaste in your tone as you remind him of all the times Cecil has sent him your way, all the times you’ve scolded him and downright berated him because you watched as he actively held back.

“Your strength went up over one hundred percent, and you don’t even use it properly. Every fight you have, your file gets ridiculously thicker, Markus.” The way you say his name—

“Don’t say it like it’s a slur.” Mark pleads, a slight tinge of pink on his cheeks, “and it’s Mark. Just. . . Just Mark.”

“Get. Out.”

“Markus.”

“Mark.”

“Why are you here?” You sigh out the question with exhaustion, annoyance, and a dire need to rip your own hair out as Mark sits there on one of the patient beds, uninjured this time—shockingly. He’s sitting there like a lost puppy, just. . . Much larger, more awkward, and disgustingly pathetic.

He hesitates for a moment, choosing his response carefully. “I’m benched for a while. At least until Cecil figures out what to do with me.”

The sound you make is unsurprised. “Good. Sick of seeing you bleeding whenever you come here.”

“I know.”

“So stop doing it.”

Mark’s lips purse into a thin line. You’re so mean, and it’s not like he can’t see why. But you haven’t asked him to exactly stop talking to you (yes you have), and it’s not like you genuinely hate his guts. . . At least, in his eyes, you don’t. The Teen Team would beg to differ after seeing the way you speak to him.

“I’m just wondering,” he starts, unwilling to leave. “Are there like, any other heroes you’re sick of seeing? Besides me?”

You pause at that, and turn your head towards him. As always, your eyes are narrowed and tired, a little scrunch in your brow and a slight frown on your lips as you look at him. He’d really give anything just to see you smile—just once. He wonders if you have dimples. What your laugh sounds like, what you look like when you’re peaceful and calm for just a moment.

“Why?”

“Morbid curiosity,” Mark states simply. And to be fair, it is just that. Surely you don’t just dislike him and solely him, there has to be another hero you hate. Maybe even multiple. Mark likes hearing your voice, even if you’re just talking about the things you dislike.

He wonders what you do like. What you find solitude in.

“Hm.” For a moment, you exhale, and push away from your desk to think about your answer. “. . . Immortal,” you hum, thinking about it. “Can’t seem to keep his head on. Or stop charging into fights he can’t handle.”

“Like me?”

“No,” you shake your head and go back to focusing on your work. “You can handle your fights. It just seems to be a deliberate choice of yours not to handle them.”

“Ouch.”

“I hate it when Rex comes in here.” You ignore his little comment and continue, actually giving some thought to your responses. Usually, your conversations with Mark consisted of you insulting him endlessly before telling him to go home and sleep it off. Rinse and repeat.

“He can talk someone’s ear off. It’s sickening, really,” the last part is a mutter as you sort through a barrage of papers, clearly going back to focusing on what you were doing before he’d come and interrupted your rather quiet day. He’s been dropping by more often, and over time, you’ve began to hold actual conversations with him that didn’t involve you telling him how you should let him heal on his own, and him begging you to not leave him stranded in such a state—

“What’s your favorite kind of food?”

You pause for a second, pretending to not have heard, before ultimately you set your papers down again and turn your swivel chair to face Mark. “What?”

“Your favorite kind of food,” he repeats, staring right back at you. “Like, do you like spicy, or?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know, weather boy.” You grumble, rolling your eyes as you shake your head. Just for a moment, you glance back up at him, watching him pout ever so slightly at your answer.

“I’m serious. It’s just a genuine question, y’know?” The two of you enter a staring contest of sorts when you glare at him, looking genuinely offended at the fact he was asking about something so minuscule and stupid. As though the two of you were friendly. . . .

“Fruit.”

Mark blinks at your response, opening his mouth to say something before closing it again, gears turning in his head. “Okay. . . So, sweet stuff?”

“Sweet stuff,” you mutter, turning back around. “Not artificial sugar. Natural. It’s better for my energy, helps me heal better.”

He nods as though that makes sense. You seemed the type to prefer natural things over the overproduced, sickeningly and overly sweet candies that left a bitter aftertaste. It makes sense in Mark’s mind—as though he should’ve known, should’ve been able to tell. The room you work in smells soft and sweet, just like honey and strawberries.

You smell like strawberries. Ripe, sweet. Tinted a dark red and soft when bitten into.

“Okay.” Mark whispers, more to himself than anything. A confirmation. A new alignment in the stars, the very universe itself as a whole. “Yeah, that seems like you.”

“Don’t stereotype me, Invinci-Boy.”

“Oh my god.”

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[alotofpockets]

Between kicks | Kyra Cooney-Cross x Pregnant!Reader

5k celebration prompt: “Did the baby just kick?”

Warnings: pregnancy, preterm labour, emergency c-section

Woso masterlist | Words: 2.2k

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Pregnancy was a new experience for both you and Kyra. A whole new world opened for the both of you, learning so much from your family and friends who have kids themselves. You were grateful for having so many people around you that helped the two of you on your journey to parenthood, you wouldn’t know what you would be doing without all of their helpful tips and insights.

A few weeks ago you and Kyra had sat down in the room that you were going to convert into the nursery. Discussing what you would like the theme for the room to be. Scrolling through pinterest, showing each other things you liked and disliked. 

“Any colour scheme you’d like to go with?” You had asked Kyra, as you had seen so many ideas that you no longer knew what to look for anymore. Kyra looked around the room, deep in thought about your question. 

“What about green and yellow?” She asked with a hopeful undertone. “Matildas colours?” You asked, and you watched her smile grow. “Yeah, you know since we live here in the UK, maybe it would be nice to have a little bit of my home in the room.” You didn’t need any convincing, but loved the thought she had put behind the choice. “I love it. Green and yellow it is.”

Once your friends had finished painting the room for you, the two of you had taken over again. Kyra was assembling the baby furniture while you were washing and folding all the baby clothes you had bought so far. Neither one of you could stop yourselves when you saw something cute at the store, so you definitely had more than enough clothes already, including a couple baby jersey’s of course.

After another little shirt was folded, you felt something move in your belly. You move your hand to your belly and wait to feel it again. There it was again, a soft kick to your hand. Your eyes welled up, this was the first time you had felt your baby move. “Ky, come here quick!” You said excitedly. 

Kyra rushed to your side. “Is everything okay?” You smiled through the tear that was rolling down your cheek, “Yeah, just wait.” With your free hand, you lift up Kyra’s and lay it down on your belly where you had just felt the baby.

It took a moment, but then you felt it again. “Did the baby just kick?” Kyra asked. Her eyes widen when you nod. “Yeah, I think he likes the room already.” With a content smile your wife looks over the room, “Great taste, little man.” 

The pregnancy was going great, all the appointments went smoothly. Every scan showed a happy and healthy baby, so when the conversation about Kyra’s upcoming national camp came up, you were quick to convince her to go. “Darling, we are perfectly healthy and we still have three months to go before the expected delivery date. Let them know you’re available to go, please.” Kyra had said she shouldn’t go, that she shouldn’t leave you while you were pregnant, but you tried convincing her to go. There was still plenty of time in the pregnancy, and you had enough people around you to help out.

It took a lot of convincing, but eventually she gave in and let the coach know that she would be available for selection. Not soon after her call-up had come. She wanted to leave you completely taken care of, so she prepared everything that she could and made sure there were friends and family there to check up on you.

“I’m going to miss you both so much.” She said as she hugged you goodbye and then knelt down to kiss your belly. “Take care of your mama, little one.” She whispered. “I’ll be back before you know it.”

A week of texts, and quick video calls went by while Kyra was training with the team in Australia. She was constantly checking up on you, to the point where you had jokingly asked Steph who was in the background to confiscate Kyra’s phone so she could focus on her job. It was all out of love though, so you couldn’t really be annoyed at her for caring so much.

You had your mom over for lunch, and she’d stay to watch Kyra’s game with you. She had never cared much for football herself, but grew to love it with every game of Kyra’s you had dragged her to watch with you over the years.

While you were cleaning up after yourselves in the kitchen, all of a sudden you stopped talking mid sentence. Your mom turned around, “What’s that, darling?” She asks, thinking she misheard. But when she turns around she sees the panicked look on your face.

Your right hand is on your lower belly, while with your left you hold onto the counter like your life depends on it. Your knuckles white from how tightly you are gripping it. A sharp pain shoots through your belly, and your mom notices you turning pale. “I’m here, baby.” She steps forwards and helps to hold you up right. 

“Mom, something is wrong.” You say before even noticing that you’re bleeding. It started slowly but then there was a lot of blood. Your mom was quick to help you to the ground and called 911. 

Everything moved so fast. The last thing you faintly remember hearing is “Thirty weeks pregnant, heavy vaginal bleeding, vitals unstable. ETA ten minutes.” Before your eyes drift close.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the world, the Matildas had just kicked off. It was the first match of international break, and Kyra was excited to get her first touches back with the Matildas. For the first time since she left, she wasn’t worried about you and the baby, her full focus was on football.

Not even ten minutes into the match, Clare Wheeler started warming up. It got some weird looks from the fans in the stadium, and a couple of confused faces on the pitch, but everyone went with it. The coaches knew what they were doing.

The next time that the ball went out of bounds, Clare got up to make the substitution. Kyra heard her name being yelled, and right away she knew something was wrong. She ran to the side and knew her instincts were right when she saw the look in Clare’s eyes as she quickly high fived her.

“Are they okay?” Kyra asked the coach instantly as she stepped off. The coach put an arm around her and guided her into the tunnel instantly. Just getting Kyra away from the crowd. “We just got a call from your mother in law. Y/n is being rushed to the hospital. Right now we don’t know a lot, just that both your wife and the baby need immediate medical attention.”

Kyra’s heart was beating like crazy, this couldn’t be happening while she was on the other side of the world. Why did she let you talk her into going, she should be by your side. “We’ve got you a ticket for the first flight out. If you leave now, they should be able to hold the plane on the ground for you.” 

The coach urged her to move towards the locker room to quickly grab her stuff. While one of the other staff members was getting her car to drive her to the airport. They told her not to worry about the rest of her stuff, that they would send it along with Steph and Caitlin, they just wanted Kyra to be with her family as soon as possible. Especially since the flight was so long. They made sure she got wifi so she could stay updated, and she was taking full advantage of that, constantly checking in with her mother in law. 

It wasn’t until a few hours into the flight that Kyra got the update that you were out of surgery. She read over the message a hundred times. “They’re both okay. She’s out of surgery, and resting now. They had to perform an emergency c-section because the baby was in distress, but your little boy is strong. He is in the NICU being monitored.”

She cursed herself for missing the birth of her baby, but ultimately was grateful that the both of you were doing okay. She wiped away a tear, not wanting to cry in a full plane. Now that she had gotten this update, she knew she had to get some sleep in to make this flight go by faster. She texted your mom to let her know if anything changes, and that she would leave her phone on for any news.

After seemingly the longest flight of her life, Kyra finally arrived back in the Uk and quickly took an Uber to the hospital.

Kyra basically sprinted through the hospital to find your room. When she entered you were sitting up in the bed slightly, still connected to a bunch of monitors and an IV. Tears sprung in her eyes again. Without saying a word she stepped all the way to the side of your bed and hugged you tight. Your mom stepped out of the room to give the two of you a moment. 

“I’m so glad you’re okay.” Kyra whispered. You smiled at her weakly, “Yeah, me too.” Kyra sat down on the edge of the bed and put her hands on yours. “I should have been here, I’m so sorry that I wasn’t.” You’re quick to shake your head, “Don’t be. Neither one of us knew this was going to happen. The doctor’s said that sometimes it just happens, and there is no underlying reason why. I’m okay and our little man is too, I’m just glad you’re here with us now.” You squeezed her hand lightly.

“I’m sorry you had to miss your match, I know you were looking forward to it.” Kyra chuckled, “I think I will get over that a lot quicker than missing my baby's birth.” To lighten the mood, you added, “Well, if it makes you feel any better, I missed it too. I mean I was there but not consciously.”

“Have you seen him yet?” Your wife asks. “Only through pictures and videos mom showed me. I haven’t been strong enough to head to the NICU until my last check up thirty minutes ago, and since I knew you were close, I wanted to wait and meet our little man together.”

So, that’s what you did. Kyra pushed your wheelchair to the NICU, with your mom in tow, filming every moment. As you rounded the corner, there was a nurse waiting to guide you to your baby. “He’s been waiting to meet his mamas.” She said as you arrived. 

You look into the incubator to see him for the first time. He looked impossibly small, but his chest was rising and falling steadily. He has a few sensors tucked away between the blankets to monitor him, as well as a tiny nasal cannula to help his breathing. But those weren’t the things you were focussing on, your focus was on his perfect little face, his tiny hands gripping the blanket, and his tongue moving around his lips. “He’s perfect.” Kyra whispered in awe.

“Would you like to hold him?” The nurse asked. You didn’t even need a second to think about it, of course you wanted to hold him. 

The nurse carefully took him out of the incubator and adjusted his wires as she laid him into your arms. Everything you had been worried about faded away a little as you got to hold him. You cradled him to your chest, Kyra laying her hand on his back as her forehead was touching yours. 

The already perfect moment became even more perfect when he left out a content sigh. Hearing him like that warmed your heart and made you fall in love with him even more. 

As much as you wanted to keep holding him, the position you had to sit in to do so wasn’t entirely comfortable after your surgery, so it was quickly Kyra’s turn to hold him. She sat down on a chair next to you, and the nurse helped to move him to his other mom.

You reached out your hand to move your finger over his tiny cheek, and then down to his shoulder, arms and his hand. On instinct he wrapped his hand around your finger, bringing out a smile to your face.

“Did you pick out a name yet?” Your mom asks, with her phone still recording the three of you. You and Kyra shared a look, there had been a few on your list that you liked, but the moment that you had seen him, you had known exactly which one you thought best fit him. Kyra nods, and you both turn to your mom again. “Oliver.” You said at the same time, your smile growing that you had the exact same feeling.

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[jupitersfall]

CAM-GIRL | N. SCATORCCIO

summary: nat needs money. when she signs up for a website, she meets a certain user on there that has no problem giving her their cash. smut

a/n: i was listening to radiohead during this, that’s why ok computer is r’s username btw 😭😭

nat wasn’t entirely proud of this.

but she *did* need the money. and she knew she looked good. she knew there were people on the internet who would do crazy shit to get a glimpse of her tits.

and when she had heard about this website, she did get a little curious. so, she’d taken a look.

it wasn’t anything too surprising. girls sucking dildos or fucking themselves. guys jerking off, or groaning and whimpering into their microphones.

it had taken her a few days to come up with a decision. she needed money, sure, but did she really want to do this? i mean, it’s not like she didn’t have a job. although, the record store didn’t pay much.

one night, she had gotten a little too stoned. she was scrolling through that website again, after having decided on making an account. it was only when she stumbled across a girl who’d received $50 for just saying hi to one of her viewers, that she’d do this.

she’d make a video. just one, and see how it went.

it’s not like anybody would actually watch her.

okay, maybe she’d hide her face.

and after coming to the conclusion that she would indeed make a video, a few day’s later nat sat on the edge of her bed, her phone camera positioned below her eyes by a half-broken phone stand that she’d found at the thrift store.

she had started recording, and the minutes ticked by. each second was agonizing, if she had to be honest. this was a terrible idea, wasn’t it? god, she should end the live before some-.

her eyes widened as she watched her viewers go from 0 to 1. great, now someone was watching her. she cleared her throat awkwardly, licking her chapped lips.

“hi,” nat said, her voice uncharacteristically shaky, “thanks for…joining.”

her hands twisted in her lap, nails gently digging into her thighs.

user57282: hey

user57282: u should take ur top off

that definitely didn’t help nat’s nerves. she took a deep breath, eyes fluttering closed as she grabbed the hem of her shirt and began to tug it up over her head, leaving her in just a simple red bra.

user57282: god damn

her viewers had begun to rise from one, to five, to twelve. nat hadn’t taken anything else off, and she’d only got a couple dollars so far. then one comment came in that caught her attention most.

okcomputer11: you’ve got a nice smile

okcomputer11: not just nice lol it’s pretty

the casualness of the message took nat by surprise, and she let out a laugh, before raising a hand up to cover her mouth. ok computer…god, wasn’t that a radiohead album? she nearly laughed again.

ping!

okcomputer11: touch urself for me

okcomputer11: please

nat’s eyebrows rose slightly at that, the message ‘okcomputer11 sent $20’ popping up at the top of her screen. her cheeks flushed a little, a strange feeling stirring in her stomach.

well, she did just get twenty bucks. and you at least had manners.

she raised one of her hands up, fingers grazing the top of her tits before she began to awkwardly grope her chest, fingertips gently digging into her flesh.

okcomputer11: good

okcomputer11: but just a little lower :)

ping!

another twenty.

she shuffled a bit, lowering her camera as best she could so that her thighs were in the shot. her viewers had raised a lot more, now sitting at 57. there were other comments being sent, but she was mostly concerned with this ‘ok computer’ person.

she shuffled back a bit on the bed, being mindful not to show much of her face. her thighs spread, and she leaned back on one of her elbows while her other hand began to rub over her covered clit.

okcomputer11: holy

okcomputer: don’t tease

ping!

god. fifty bucks.

nat couldn’t help but grin. she grunted a little as she began to tug her shorts down, hips lifting off the bed a bit, and then she tossed the fabric into the corner of her room. she pushed her underwear to the side, her eyes slowly fluttering closed as she let her fingertips circle her clit. with a little moan, she gently eased her middle and ring finger inside her entrance.

okcomputer11: that’s good

nat wasn’t really paying much attention to the comments now, preoccupied by the feeling of her fingers pumping in and out of her cunt. she felt that familiar tightening sensation, and knew it wouldn’t be long before she came. her eyes slowly peered open, narrowing a bit as she made out some more of your comments.

okcomputer11: fuck

okcomputer11: are you gonna cum

nat took a few deep breaths, licking her lips as she nodded— but then she remembered that her face wasn’t in view. so, she let out her best ‘yeah’, which came out as a bit of a whisper.

ping!

100 dollars?

okcomputer11: please cum

if this were any other situation, nat would’ve laughed at the sheer absurdity. but she felt way too good right now with her fingers fucking herself.

nat’s eyes squeezed shut, her pussy tightening around her fingers as she came. she let out an almost pornographic moan, her mouth hanging open as she slowly rode out her orgasm.

she took a moment to catch her breath before she pulled out of herself. she was just about to wipe her hand off on a nearby mcdonald’s napkin, when another one of your comments came in

okcomputer11: taste urself

ping!

another twenty.

nat hesitated, eyes flickering down to her fingers which glistened with her wetness. she licked her lips, slowly bringing her hand up to her mouth. her lips parted, tongue darting out to graze the tip of finger. she slowly brought her fingers into her mouth, cheeks hollowing a bit as she licked herself clean.

when she finished, she simply watched the comments. there were more people asking for things, but to be frank, she was tired. and…well, that had been enough for one day.

“i think im gonna go,” nat said to her audience. she glanced up at the viewer count. 103. not bad. “but i might go live another time. for now, bye.”

okcomputer11: bye :)

nat ended the live, tossing her phone down on her bed. she began to search for a new set of clothes. she needed a shower, especially after that.

thirty minutes later, when she was stepping out of her bathroom with a towel wrapped around her, she checked her phone to see a new notification.

‘okcomputer11 has followed you’

[save-the-villainous-cat]

Both of them stared at the footage, aghast.

"Long range weapon, huh?" the villain asked.

"Correct," the hero said. They leaned against their desk, the wood digging into their lower back. "Creating an opening is nearly impossible."

"You've tried, I assume."

"More than once." They pulled up their shirt and caught sight of the villain's eyes widening. They were aware that the scar was still fresh. Still a little too out of place on their abdomen. "Stabbed me all the way through. They're good. They're great."

Their jaw clenched. They were used to pain. But recovering from that wound had taken too long for their liking.

"You sound like you admire them," the villain said.

"Barely. I couldn't work for a whole month and it still stings." For some reason, the villain's face looked soft. The hero had seen their angry face, had seen them confused, hurt. Stressed, helpless, crying - they had seen the villain lose their mind with a face so undeniably in pain it had made the hero sick. A face covered in sweat. Covered in blood. Soft was different. Really different.

"Hm. All the way through?" The villain tilted their head.

"Yup."

"May I?" The villain's fingertips were on their best way to touch the hero's scar.

The hero swallowed.

"Sure." The touch was very simple, but the hero couldn't - for some reason - look the villain in the eye. Their neck was heating up.

"It's healing pretty well, though," the villain said. Their fingertips were warm, comforting. The hero was avoiding people and contact on purpose. They had made their peace with being alone. But the villain touching them like that - it left them feeling lonelier than ever.

"Y-yeah." The hero cleared their throat, covered their body again and their mind went back to work. If they didn't eliminate this...prodigy, they couldn't guarantee the safety of the city. Initially, they hadn't planned on sharing this with the villain. After all, the both of them were more or less doomed to rot in house arrest together. Since the hero's home was the only building in the entire city that had enough resources to maintain their enemy, they had somehow become something like roommates. Accidentally.

The villain had spent the first two weeks in a cell, but they were on their best behavior. So the hero hadn't seen any harm in letting them walk around freely. Monitoring them was easy. The villain stuck to routines, they weren't arguing with the hero. They cooked frequently. Fine with the hero.

"Closing the distance seems to be difficult," the villain said. They leaned over to stare at the screen again.

The hero found it...quite pleasant to have someone to talk to. They could still feel the touch of the villain's fingertips linger. A shiver ran down their spine.

They stared at the villain. Their enemy looked livelier. Happier, maybe? Could they be truly happy when they were basically imprisoned?

Two months ago, they had looked exhausted. The hero guessed that explained their aggressiveness back then. Cornered animals tend to lash out.

The villain bit their bottom lip. Their brooding face.

"What about a sharpshooter? Do you think they're too quick?" Right, back to work.

"Definitely. It's too dangerous. The person fighting them would be in grave danger if a sharpshooter was aiming at them," the hero said.

The villain tilted their head.

"Overwhelm them with numbers?"

"I suppose that would be an option. Still. They know how to defend themselves. They keep their cards close to their chest. Who knows how many tricks they got up their sleeve? I'm not too keen on sending a bunch of my people to their death."

They stared at each other and for some reason, the hero's mouth dried out. The villain did look much better. They hadn't realized it, but their usually shy personality had changed. The villain was still calm and tactical - they never revealed too much about themselves - yet, they had adopted a certain friendliness the hero wasn't familiar with.

Was it some tactic? To deceive the hero? What a terrible thought.

"Do you have to deal with them? Are they like...your new nemesis?"

"Huh?" Now it was the villain's turn to avoid the hero's eyes.

"I mean, we obviously can't fight each other anymore. I lost my powers. You captured me. I don't have anything going for me anymore. After my trial and my sentence, I guess...I think we won't see each other anymore, will we?"

The hero stared at them. Was that true?

They supposed they hadn't thought much about the future. They had been busy with other missions. They had been busy observing the villain. They had been busy with getting to know them better.

"I'm glad it's someone who challenges you, but I...I am really gonna miss you. And you should take care of yourself. Stabbing someone all the way through is a little messed up." They looked at each other and something inside the hero crumbled.

Sure, they were a hero because they wanted to protect others. But the villain...

"I'm not sure if I can go on without you," the hero said. "You have always been my priority, my motivation."

"You can't quit because of me."

"Why not? Haven't I given everything to the city? Am I not entitled to some selfishness?" They paused. Why did their chest hurt so much? "I devoted my entire life to being your opposite. No one could ever replace you, no matter how much they challenge me."

The hero felt like they should have never captured the villain in the first place. Regret was creeping up their spine.

But then, the villain simply smiled. "You know, sometimes, the things you say are horribly sweet."

"I - well, I just meant- I just wanted to clarify that this weirdo isn't my new nemesis. And I- I mean, I expect you to somehow escape from prison or whatever anyway. Your powers will come back eventually, something like that happened to me, too. Energy cannot be created nor destroyed, powers work the same way." The hero's ears were on fire, burning hard enough to hurt. "This isn't the end."

"I hope you're right." The villain's voice was sweet, but their smile was even sweeter. They leaned over and touched the hero's collarbone. The hero loathed that there was fabric between them. "Any requests for dinner?"

The hero swore they were going to die of overheating.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

hi!!!! hope you're doing well! i was wondering, what's the thing you most like about twisted? like what keeps you engaged and interested in the game? 😊

What keeps me in a game’s fandom is the health of the community. Even if I’m not satisfied with the official materials (*side-eyes book 2, 7, and various events*) or even if the official materials are scarce (there were hardly any new event stories early in Twst’s lifespan), it’s interesting for me to check in with the fandom and see how others are reacting.

There’s always like… creations coming out mere minutes after any news has dropped, be it fan art, theories, headcanons, cosplays, recipes, writing, or whatever else. And again, even if nothing new is coming out, there’s nothing stopping us fans from reevaluating old content, theorizing about future content, or playing around with our own OCs in the meantime. I also just love discussing the game and with my own small circle of Twst friends. Seeing everyone else be so excited or always up to something also makes me excited and want to be up to something too.

What I like the most about the game itself… I guess it’d be a mix of the art style/design and the cultures depicted in it. Twst is technically “anime” but doesn’t look like your traditional anime. I love that everyone actually has unique facial features (no Same Face Syndrome here!!) and that the artists get super experimental and creative with the makeup and fashion of the characters. A common criticism of masc. character designs is that they look so “safe” and uncreative compared to their femme counterparts, and Twst just goes and knocks it out of the park. Something else I really appreciate is how locations aren’t 1:1 just fantasy versions of real world locations. (afor example, Sunset Savanna isn’t purely Africa; it has onsen tamago, which are a Japanese food despite everything else being largely African, as well as hot springs themselves, which are also Japanesr.) Twst isn’t afraid to look at multiple cultures for reference and then blend them together to create something truly unique. And so much goes into also designing the food, customs, architecture, etc. It’s even more satisfying when they blend in Disney elements; then it becomes sort of an I Spy game of reference finding.

In terms of the writing, I think Twst is actually pretty mediocre for most events and the quality for the main story definitely varies from book to book. I feel like the characters and story would be better fleshed out and consistent were the game not a live service gacha title. When the Twst story goes hard, it goes hard. When it doesn’t it tends to fall short by a long shot. Sometimes the Disney references bog down the quality of the story too 💦 When the Disney influences are worn too strongly on the sleeve, that overtakes actually having an original and well-written plot in favor of banking on nostalgia and the Disney IP to make sales. (*stares at Lost in the Books and Tsumsted Wonderlands*)

[monstersflashlight]

( Hi, I'm @mama-magpies-fantasies :3 )

Sharing because I'm too tired to write more about it, but incase you or any other followers get inspired.

Thinking about two dragons fighting for the same princess/human. They've established themselves in the same region but have always been at a stalemate when it comes to their strength and territory; never agreeing on a proper border.

I could see Y/N having caught the eyes of both independently, that is until one of them becomes bold enough to abduct them. By then starts the competition between both wyverns; getting abducted every other day to go from one nest to the other. They both try to woo you everyday, bringing in gifts, showing off their strength and skills, and doing little dances to show their body to their potential mate.

Honestly, it can be funny sometimes, their little fight can be endearing, maybe before you never thought you would have two people fighting over you of all people. And sometimes it can be annoying... You've come to appreciate the both of them and their differences, and the pressure to only choose one is getting on your nerves.

So why not play a little game into it? Get them to see each other more as equals than rivals. To compare them both, you have them share you equally in the same space; letting you have your own nest which can fit the both of them. Ground rules will make sure that they do not start any fights unless they want to be punished and shown as immature compared to their competitor. :3

In the end, I'm sure even in bed both would be quite competitive; after all they want to be the first and only to have you bare their eggs. You can't pass a day without being filled to the brim by either of them as most of the time, one filling you with their seed will cause the other to want a turn as well; creating a feedback loop of breeding until you pass out for the day.

A/N: That was very fun to read, I took it to my field with this one and wrote a lil something. Hope you like it! <3

Both? Both.

Dragon x dragon x fem!reader || sharing is caring, size kink, (light) breeding, eggpreg, (light) dom/sub dynamics (femdom)

You watched them fight and struggle with the realization that they were both important to you. They wanted to fight each other constantly, but you weren’t having any of that. You liked them both too much to let them destroy each other for a chance with you, when they both could get what they wanted. And if that meant you got two amazing dragons with incredible dicks… Well, that was a plus.

So, when you decided you were tired of watching them fight the other to gain your hand, you made them kneel in front of you, looking down to the floor until you had enough of it. Did it last three days? Possibly. Did you spend those three days sitting in front of them as they struggled not to look up at you? Definitely. Did you enjoy it? Greatly.

But after that everything turned out for the better. They stopped fighting, or at least they stopped in front of you. You still knew about their “secret” fights, but those were just stupid banter and a few scratches, you knew deep down that they really wanted to take it out on each other, but you said nothing. You just needed to wait enough to see how much it took for them to figure out they wanted to fuck each other senseless.

And even if you hated when they fought… You loved when it was to choose who got to fuck you first, who got to put their eggs in you… Poor dragons didn’t know nobody did anything if you didn’t order it first. But they looked so pretty fighting and growling at each other, pushing each other down until one of them overpowered the other and they were both panting and hard… It was totally worth it to let them fight it out. Especially when you got their dicks as a reward.

You got them on their backs, wings pinned down as you bounced on one dick and then the other, both of them staring adoringly at you as you took your pleasure on them. They were your pretty dragons, your protectors… and your toys. You loved to play with them like this, you loved when one of them lost control and filled you with his eggs, just for the other to growl and push him away just to fill you with another one. By the end of it you were a mess of come and your stomach was distended with their eggs… But you wouldn’t do anything differently. Especially when you told them you had enough and they took it on each other as you watched. Two powerful dragons fighting to see who was on top, just to end up rutting their cocks together until their bellies were a mess and you could lick it off them.

They thought they were two strong dragons protecting you, but when the time came, you were the one bringing them to their knees. Either to eat you out or just because you enjoyed having such big beast completely submissive to you. It was a good power trip, and made you wetter than anything. Outside the bedroom they could be the protectors, but inside… Inside, they had nothing to argue, nothing to fight for… Because you ordered them.

[yumeka-sxf]

After what seemed like an eternity, we're finally having another Yor/Garden arc! And even though it's only been one chapter, so many major reveals have already happened...

First off, it's revealed that the SSS has been working with Garden, seemingly giving them undercover jobs on behalf of the prime minister. I always thought that Garden could potentially be one of the SSS's targets, similar to WISE, since both Garden and WISE are doing their own form of shady dealings without government authority. But this reveal completely changes that...now we know that the already corrupt SSS and government have a working relationship with Garden to do their secret dirty work.

This makes my previous thoughts from chapter 114 about a potential Briar sibling reveal even more intense, since now we know that the two organizations work together and intermingle on a somewhat regular basis. It doesn't seem like Wilker knows that Yor is part of Garden, since the assassins' identities are kept a secret, but a chance encounter with Yuri definitely seems more likely now! I wonder if lower ranking SSS members like Yuri know about the boss's dealings with Garden.

We also learn a lot more about Shopkeeper in this chapter. He appears to be someone who treasures the "old ways" of the country. He speaks fondly about the 16th century mansion that Garden has their meetings in and seems exasperated by all the East-West friction happening in the current times. He makes it clear to Wilker that Garden's main purpose is to protect the nation, not do whatever petty job a politician gives them. He rejects a job to interfere with a soccer match against the West, but eagerly takes on Wilker's other job that involves what Shopkeeper calls "imperial lands," and the deer they're told to protect "divine beings." So yeah, it's pretty clear he values tradition and the past culture of the nation, which is a good thing to know about a character who's been shrouded in mystery for so long.

Another thing we learn is that Belle, the seal from chapter 103, also has a connection with the SSS and prime minister. The way Wilker talks about her to Shopkeeper gave me the impression that they had spoke about the topic before, so maybe Garden was involved too? When does the corruption end, lol.

And the other big reveal in this chapter is...new Garden members!

There's Gympie (who appears to be an actual child and my first thought upon seeing him was "I don't remember this kid from among Naruto's classmates" 👀) and Hemlock, who has some kind of antagonism with Yor. Another member, Thistle, is mentioned though doesn't actually appear. It's interesting how all the Garden members' names are related to plants somehow. Guess it makes sense for an organization called "Garden" 😅

By the way, in case anyone is wondering, Hemlock is a man. I wasn't sure at first, but he uses the male pronoun "ore" in the Japanese version.

Also undefeated assassin Yor being afraid of bugs but not a ladybug...guess we all have things we're weak to even if it doesn't always match our skills 😂

Good call here from jules about Mitera being the same place where Damian and friends did their treasure hunting in chapter 104. Could Yor's mission somehow lead to more Anya backstory on top of everything else?!

But out of everything that happened in this chapter, Hemlock intrigues me the most - I wonder why he has such a thing against Yor, and why Shopkeeper had to specifically remind him that they're supposed to protect the deer and not harm them. I look forward to learning what his deal is in the coming chapters. Perhaps some backstory about him and Yor in their early days at Garden? And of course, having Yor do a job with a male coworker who seems to be close to her age, even one who doesn't like her, opens up the potential for jealous Loid maybe? Not likely since I doubt Yor or Hemlock would allow themselves to be seen by anyone on their job...but it's nice to dream 😅 Regardless, I haven't been this excited for the next new chapter in a long time! Cruise Arc 2025, let's go!!!

[sossegato]

"In many ways I would consider myself a radical feminist."

Would that be exclusively in your mind? 'Cause you know we can just see your blog, and not only is it not even remotely rad-aligned, it's hardly feminist-aligned. There's about zero posts about women's issues or anything else you're accusing us of ignoring (PLENTY of posts accepting at face-value of trans identities, though, would you look at that).

You just added this little caveat to deflect from the fact you don't read radfems and know fuck all about it or what we habitually discuss, just like every single other post of this kind that's been poppping up.

"Women around the world are being raped, murdered, mutilated, and trafficked"

By who? Like, how does that happen? Are they all just tripping and falling into murder and assault? Who's doing that to them? Who does every statistic database ever indicate are the perpetrators of these crimes? What does it say on the "sex" box?

"and all you talk about is whether a group of people (who experience misogyny, btw) get to be considered women?"

Oh, you do know who.

"Go donate to an organization helping little girls get an education or something."

Women's organizations? You mean anti-trans hate groups? Careful with that, bigot.

"It's so disingenuous and I truly think it's a distractor from much bigger issues."

So, it's disingenuous to discuss how women have lost the right to self-congregate, at the risk of being taken to court on a Human Rights violation charge, like in Australia?

It's disingenuous to discuss how trans activists have so far managed to defund two rape shelters for women? From Canada to Tokyo? And how the Edinburgh Rape Crisis Center had to apologize to survivors refusing them the service they alleged to provide?

That female athletes have suffered life-altering injuries competing with males? That female athletes have lost countless and counting spots to males which easily beat their scores with their own male-average ones? That female athletes have lost countless and counting awards, sponsors and their entire careers by merely pointing out the well-documented differences between the sexes in sport performance, or that they should just get to have their own leagues 'cause it should be their right to (a right trans activists simultaneously insist they absolutely have and shouldn't have anyway).

That children and minors are being unnecessarily medicalised and subjected to elective surgery which will impact their development permanently? That it's been proven, by admission of gender clinicians themselves, that these interventions can prevent them from normal sexual development, depriving them of the capacity to orgasm when adults? That'll cause them a variety of endocrine and reproductive dysfunctions, increased risk of cardiovascular disease, premature osteoporosis?

That trans activists have adopted conversion therapy rhetoric verbatim to refer to the gay community? That the mere definition of our sexual orientation has been deemed transphobic? That this is all again publicly accepted?

It's disingenuous to bring up males in female prisons and consequential sexual assaults? It's just no fucking biggie?

All of this is just distracting from what you think actually matters, which is... the same issues, except only if it doesn't mention when and how trans people are involved.

I see.

My problem with TERFs is not the radical feminism part. In many ways I would consider myself a radical feminist. My problem is that TERFs focus their activism on being anti trans women when they're not even 1% of the world's population. Women around the world are being raped, murdered, mutilated, and trafficked, and all you talk about is whether a group of people (who experience misogyny, btw) get to be considered women? Go donate to an organization helping little girls get an education or something. It's so disingenuous and I truly think it's a distractor from much bigger issues.

[blackknight-kai]

DO walks in on you when you change your clothes and sees IT. the nip piercings. He's flustered, mortified, torn between "do you need medical attention" and "holy shit you are nakey?!?"... maybe a little "did you do it to yourself? you insane?"

Wukong... yeah he's seen it all. now come here and let's play baby ♥

Nipple Piercings??? Yes!

Hi hello long time no see…..🫠

So! Yes 🤣 DO poor shy peanut that he is, is NOT ready for that first peek. Nope. Never in a million years would it cross his mind that you’d have something like THAT. His body is taking a full “screenshot” and his mind going blue screen, dial up noises 🤣.

Wukong version below with some small HCs NSFW below the cut.

Destined One:

This poor guy is way too shy to outright cross your boundaries over something like watching you undress, while monkey culture dictates a certain amount of openness and so nude bodies aren’t new to him during grooming and washing, most of his kind wearing sometimes little clothing in general depending on individual preferences. His human companion had uprooted that unbothered uncaring mindset he’d previously had. Not that he isn’t interested, oh no he is very interested in his human. Yes HIS human. They’d been the one to awaken a side of him he genuinely wasn’t aware of and that didn’t exist until they came into his life.

So he’s definitely interested and curious, many nights he spends stuck in his thoughts about them and even his dreams are plagued by the shape of their body under the clothes they favor. He’s respectful to a fault though. Never making any unwanted advances or stepping past the threshold of inappropriate with them - (no matter where they are be it courting phase or before).

Walking in on you is entirely an accident and he’s instantly embarrassed and feels guilty about it. If he had the strength he would definitely turn on his heel and profusely apologize later. Unfortunately, he’s weak to you. And his knees grow almost wobbly while his legs root themselves to the floor.

Wide eyed, heart skyrocketing he stares, completely frozen. His whole body having a reaction the sight of your bare skin on display in such a new way, one he thinks heavily about in private. Any freckles, moles, scars, and even the slight goosebumps on your skin doesn’t go unnoticed by his sharp gaze. His mouth goes dry and his face starts to heat up, in face his whole body temp rises and his fur? It ripples across his skin, barely noticeable to the eye but oh does he feel it. Even his tail is frozen, other than the tip which is twitching.

Your tantalizing skin was enough to unmake him. But the glint of metal on your chest is what does him in.

Air? Yeah he didn’t need that. Not with your bare chest giving him more life than he’s ever needed. The little metal, are those bars?, pierced through your pretty nipples causing them to peak up just a little has his jaw falling open slowly, he can’t take his dark eyes off of them. Who in their right mind has metal stabbed through their flesh THERE of all places? That HAD to be painful….right? Do they hurt now? Did someone do mutilate you? Does he need to murder someone? Do you need salve?

A spiral of thoughts runs through his head but the more he stares the hotter he feels. It’s almost like he doesn’t fit in his own skin, a restlessness he’s never experienced pulls at him. Focused eyes catch the instant moment your nipples start to harden under his gaze, making the sight even more fascinating and unconsciously he flicks the tip of his tongue against the roof of his mouth, drool pooling over his tongue as he begins to wonder about your taste.

His gut tightens and he starts to feel much too hot under his protective clothes and armor. His cock js filling out in his pants at the sight of you naked but it’s throbbing at the little gems on your nipples, contrasting with his partial concern about your body. He doesn’t even register that you haven’t tried to cover yourself but his eyes flick up to your face as you shift, fully facing your chest his way.

Sucking in a sharp breath he’s about to apologize, use every ounce of self discipline he has to leave, and seclude himself somewhere that he can grip himself tight and shamefully imagine sucking those little peaks into his mouth and feeling the metal piercing roll and brush against his tongue and teeth. Would tugging on them with his teeth feel good to you? What would they feel like when he pinches them or flicks them with his claws?

“Do you like them?”

The soft tentative question takes him by surprise, he swallows thickly and feels the heat between his legs pulse heavily - his face reddening further and eyes widening as you lift your hands and brush them below your nipples, like your presenting them to him, no…for him.

Does he like them? He was in love with the idea of your nipples a long time ago. Now that he’s seen them? And with those little bars in them? He’s becoming obsessed with them faster than anything else he’s ever enjoyed, curiosity and minor concern a jumbled mess in his head but he’s barely able to think past “How beautiful”.

Once he gathers his courage - you better believe this shy peanut is going to explore your chest. Hands, mouth, even using his tail to tickle them and stimulate them. Destined One might be shy but he is courageous and so very curious about the sounds you’ll make as he explores you and what you taste and feel like. Might definitely be tender and tentative with your piercings until you teach/he learns how you like them played with.

If he just walks in and sees you and that’s the end of it (for now), he’s definitely thinking about what he saw CONSTANTLY. Might be awkward as hell around you and takes a lot of “personal” space to relieve some tension.

Sun Wukong:

The Great Sage has been alive for far too long not to have seen some shit in his life. So nipple piercings? That wouldn’t phase him in the slightest.

The thing that does phase him?

YOU have them.

*If he doesn’t notice from your clothing shifting Wukong is very pleasantly and happily surprised.*

While (in my opinion) he isn’t super sexually charged YOU awoke some dormant instincts in him. Your scent always soothing him while making his mouth water and more often than not warming him in ways he’d made fun of others for in the past when they went stupid over a potential mate or bed partner. He may not be like Zhu Bajie but Wukongs eyes have wandered over your form many many times. Tentatively at first while he got used to his awakened urges but over time he’s more comfortable with them and his eyes drink you in any chance he gets.

No matter if you’re courting or it’s pre getting together Wukong has always remained respectful towards you, never caring himself about his own nudity or that of others - but he always respects your need for privacy. He’s confident and flirts with his intended but consent will always be key for him. While he is hungry to be closer to you he can wait until you’re ready.

He’d had his suspicions about it for a while, having noticed maybe here or there that something was slightly different about your chest - maybe they’d peaked up when you were cold or your clothing shifted just right. Since the first time he thought he glimpsed something Wukong had made it a game for himself, always wondering but never knowing for sure if you’ve got a fun little secret.

The day he accidentally walks in on you while you’re fresh out of a wash and changing is one to remember though. His breath catches and his heart hammers quickly in his chest, attempting to burst out of his rib cage. You’re just as stunning as he’d thought and more so and he’s thankful you don’t have sharp hearing because he can’t stop the soft purr vibrating in his chest. Slightly damp skin on display Wukong imprints the sight of you into his mind with just that single moment. The shiny glints on your chest has his mouth going dry, he’d been right after all. In that instant his mind is flooded with thoughts about them, his cock almost painfully hardens at the overwhelming sight and thoughts - but being as old as he is he immediately glances up to your face, not as struck dumb as a young monkey. Wukong knows he should turn around and walk out, he most definitely doesnt want to but he’s not that much of an asshole as to encroach on your privacy like this. Your expression tells him everything he needs to know though and a slow confident grin grows on his face.

Wukong takes his time, dragging his eyes down your body and when he comes to your nipples his mouth floods. Licking his lips he takes in the way your nipples harden for him and the way the metal bars shine and glint in the soft light. He imagines setting his hands on your hips and sliding his palms up your sides, feeling your warm skin as he climbs his way to your chest and the treasure he can’t wait to play with. The thought of his thumbs rolling over and circling your nipples, the click of the metal against his claws and the image of bend down to suckle one into his mouth has Wukongs breath growing heavier.

He will flick his tongue over his sharp k-9s and smirk confidently at you, tail swishing behind him. beckoning you over and doing exactly what he’d imagined Wukong will be priding himself on finding out just how you like those little gems played with. How rough or soft you like him to tug on them with fingers and teeth, how you sigh and arch into his kisses and when he brushes his lips across your nipples and tastes the piercings. Your moans letting him know exactly what you need and never letting you feel insecure about them for a second.

General Head Canons:

- [ ] 100% Purrs/rumbles while seeing them/playing with them. Goes a little glassy eyed and hyper focus’s on them a lot when they are in sight. He has a bit of an oral fixation so his mouth is always ready to play with your nipple piercings.

- [ ] You flash him and he goes a little stupid and distracted - some basic instinctual monkey sounds, eyes following you (he will follow you too) and his body language is that of a ‘I’m gonna pounce’ predator. So use this power wisely- because while it will stall him and distract, it also gets monkeys engine revved. *I actually have something like this in a fic of mine so look forward to that 🤣*

- [ ] Both monkeys would absolutely get you replacement jewelry for any piercings you have to match THEM and show ownership/partnership. It’s a point of pride for them. (Of course they get you stuff you like) seeing you wear jewelry they got you and especially for them? One happy monkey. So expect some extravagant nipple rings and jewelry. And depending on how kinky you like it, well….he’d definitely add in some fun accessories.

- [ ] As above - accessories, it may be stuff where he can gently tug them like a chain or he add in toys to stimulate even more. Depending on your kink and comfort level.

- [ ] Also, I’d expect that once he knows about them you’re going to be teased. Monkey is cheeky, so purposely brushing against them or his tail flicking them as he walks by, unseen by everyone else but fully felt by you.

- [ ] Since he knows they are there he would definitely stare at them 🤣 watching if your nipples harden or how the raised skin/piercing shifts under clothes.

- [ ] Depending on what you personally like, monkey is all for being soft or rough - since everyone’s sensitivity is different and usually these piercings heighten it he’s fully aware of your reactions. That said - he again may be cheeky and if you’re into it overstim you or throw in some rougher pinches, nips and flicks/tugs. He gets off on surprising you and making you feel the absolute best.

- [ ] Loves the feeling of them in his mouth 💯💯

- [ ] Loves playing with them as he’s fucking you, enjoys the glint of them and making you twitch and squirm.

- [ ] Also loves playing with them as he uses his mouth between your legs, the added stimulation for you fires him up.

- [ ] Likes if you match them to clothing or to what he’s wearing, always wondering which jewelry you have in today.

- [ ] As mentioned earlier has a bit of an oral fixation so I could see him lifting your shirt at night (piercings or not) and kissing/sucking on your nipples before he cuddles with you for sleep. Just enjoys having your nipples in his mouth when he can. Not in a “mommy” way unless you’re into that. (No kink shame here).

- [ ] Also will most cuddle up to you and stick his hands under your shirt and play with them when relaxing - not always in a ‘I wanna have sex’ way but enjoys touching them and playing with your nipples and piercings - same with his mouth.

Overall monkey is in love and will touch them as much s you let him / will convince you to let him have at them 🤣 with your full consent but he’s kinda needy so…

[multiheadcanons]

SHOWER WITH THE MERCS BUT ITS NOT SEXUAL AT ALL.

scout: in and out in about fifteen minutes. he goes from top to bottom. hair, face, teeth if he’s really running low on time, pits, crotch, ass, feet because he doesn’t want nasty ugly feet. he steps out, he towels off, he brushes his hair and teeth if he hasn’t done so already, then he puts his hat on and fucks his hair up anyway. there is enough hot water for him, but he opts for a cold or lukewarm shower. wakes him up faster. uses an axe-equivalent soap, and somehow it lasts all day. much better later in the day as it weakens. showers daily.

soldier: in and out in five minutes. face, pits, crotch, ass. everything else gets rinsed unless he’s absolutely filthy. unscented bar soap and a rag. he’s definitely getting clean, he just smells like himself. of which there is always an undercurrent of metal and gunpowder following him. especially on his hands. it wouldn’t kill him to get a cologne, but he doesn’t reek, so nobody actually cares. he generally smells pretty okay! showers daily.

pyro: pyro has their own bathroom, which allots them a lot more time to actually wash their body. uses softly scented, if not unscented wash for sensitive skin, and a thick, acidic smelling lotion. they take a long time in maintaining the focus to wash themselves, so they’re thankful to have the privacy to do it. and it’s easier to do in a tub than standing. it’s a slow process, but it gets done. they take a bath or shower about once a week.

demo: showers every other day. takes about fifteen minutes if he’s not washing his hair. uses a thick, shea butter based soap. leaves him very soft, and the smell of his soap leaves a trail. you could sniff him out like a bloodhound if need be, at least before battle. takes unbelievably hot showers, so hot it steams up the entire bathroom of the defense wing. this only deters heavy, who takes cold showers, but heavy is usually done in the bathroom by the time demo gets to the showers.

heavy: a real everything shower. heavy’s a big guy with a lot of body and a lot of skin, and he takes about twenty minutes, thirty minutes if he’s really savoring the shower. and the water is ice cold. uses a lightly scented lavender tallow bar soap. it leaves a very nice, very faint smell, that mixes well with his natural scent. heavy doesn’t have any hair that actually requires washing, so he uses that time to really scrub everything. he showers daily unless he’s running late for the day.

engineer: engineer doesn’t shower in the morning. he greatly prefers showering after battle. he takes hot showers, so he can relax his muscles. at least slightly. since he’s the only member of the defense classes who showers later in the day, unless battle was an absolute wreck, he can just relax in the steam in the bathroom until he’s actually ready to exit and face the chill of the base. he is never ready to exit and face the chill of the base. uses a heavy weight, almost smoky smelling soap. it doesn’t leave any real smell on him, so he just ends up smelling clean.

medic: since the doctor has his own bathroom and shower in the infirmary, the doctor is never in a rush, nor does he feel a need to save water for anyone. he stays posted in the shower for a minimum of forty five minutes. about thirty of those is him falling asleep standing, leaned against the wall as the hot water hits him. another twenty is him asleep on the floor of the shower, curled into as tight a ball he can manage under the water. the rest is actually showering. uses a heavy eucalyptus and menthol soap, so wherever he goes you almost feel cold as you breathe in. it mixes well with the underscent of blood.

sniper: snipes has a lukewarm shower in the camper, and he uses it three to four times a week, depending on how much time he has. if he’s got to relocate to the inside of the base, he uses that time to use spy’s bathroom. technically it’s not spy’s bathroom. it’s the support wing’s bathroom. it’s just that spy is the only support member to use it unless sniper is in the base. this didn’t stop spy from pimping out that bathroom. snipes’ shower time doubles when he uses spy’s bathroom. and he leaves the bathroom steamed, feeling chipper and smelling great. like leather and burnt sugar. this infuriates spy, and spy can’t say anything about it.

spy: spy is so serious about his bath time. usually something he only does in the dark of the night, spy bathes. he doesn’t like to stand and shower if he can lay down and almost drown in the water. he refills the tub at least twice with water so hot it is actually cooking him. he leaves the bathroom with steam rising off his body and his skin red. he has many kinds of soap, many kinds of shampoo and conditioner, many kinds of colognes, and if sniper is using his bathroom (because it is his bathroom, nobody else uses it, he’s just nice enough to let sniper use it) he stops sniper for a smell test, so he doesn’t use the same products. normally smells like oud and wisteria. he bathes daily.

[writeriguess]

can you do dabi x super reckless reader who is also in the league and like always puts themself in danger because they think its funny

Burn Before You Break

Dabi’s voice is sharp, low, and edged with something dangerously close to worry as he watches you dust yourself off. "Are you outta your damn mind?"

You're grinning—of course, you are. It’s not like you almost got crushed under a collapsing building or anything.

"That was kinda fun," you say, stretching your arms like you didn't just barely avoid death. Again.

Dabi runs a hand through his messy black hair, exhaling sharply. "Yeah? You get a kick outta makin’ me wanna bash your skull in?"

You tilt your head, eyes twinkling with amusement. "Is that a promise?"

His jaw clenches. "Not the way you want, dumbass."

Toga giggles from the sidelines, swinging her knife in lazy circles. "I think it's cute! You're like a little cockroach. No matter how much you should die, you just don't!"

Twice nods sagely. "Yeah, it's—it's honestly impressive. Or stupid. Or both. Mostly both."

You bow dramatically. "Why, thank you. I do my best."

Dabi's hand shoots out, fingers digging into the collar of your shirt as he yanks you forward. Your nose almost bumps against the scorched, stapled skin of his cheek. His breath is hot when he speaks.

"One of these days, you're gonna pull that shit, and I'm not gonna be there to drag your sorry ass out."

You roll your eyes. "Pfft, as if you wouldn't come running."

Dabi's eye twitches. "You think I like playing babysitter?"

"You kinda do," you tease, smirking up at him.

"Try me."

For a second, neither of you move. The tension is thick, but it's not the kind that makes you nervous. If anything, it just makes you wanna push him further. You lift your hands, resting them on his chest. You can feel the heat radiating off him, the faint scent of burning fabric clinging to his coat.

"You know," you murmur, eyes locking onto his, "for someone who claims not to care, you sure do get worked up when I do something stupid."

Dabi's fingers twitch against your shirt before he shoves you back—just hard enough to make you stumble.

"You’re not special," he mutters, but there's a roughness in his voice, something just shy of desperation. "I just don’t feel like dealin’ with another idiot getting themselves killed."

You smile. "Sure, Dabi."

And because you can't help yourself, you wink.

Dabi exhales sharply, turns on his heel, and stalks off.

"You really like poking the bear, huh?" Spinner mutters.

You shrug. "It's fun."

Toga sighs dreamily. "You two should just kiss already."

Dabi, already halfway across the hideout, flips you all off without looking back.

Toga gasps dramatically. "Oh no, look! He's running away from his feelings!"

"Tragic," Twice adds solemnly. "Such unbearable heartbreak. Someone should stop him before he drowns in denial."

You laugh, and even Spinner looks vaguely amused. "C'mon, guys, cut him some slack."

Toga giggles, skipping closer to you. "Why? You don't want us calling out your loooove?" She drags out the last word in a sing-song voice, grinning wildly when you roll your eyes.

"It’s not love."

"Uh-huh."

You glance toward where Dabi disappeared and shake your head. "He’s just—"

"The love of your life?"

"A pain in my ass," you correct.

"Oooh, but you like it," she teases, twirling her knife. "You’re totally obsessed with each other."

Twice nods rapidly. "Completely. Absolutely. A match made in arsonist heaven!"

Spinner snorts. "Dabi’s gonna fry you all if you keep this up."

Toga giggles again, eyes bright. "Maybe, but it’ll be worth it if it finally makes them admit they wanna rip each other’s clothes off."

You groan. "Oh my god, Toga—"

"What?" She grins. "Just say the word and I’ll plan the wedding."

"Not happening."

"You hear that, Twice? They said 'not happening.' That means it’s totally happening!"

Twice gasps. "Oh! Do I get to be best man? Or flower boy? Both. Definitely both."

You groan again, dragging a hand down your face. "I hate you all."

Toga giggles. "No you don’t! But if you wanna take your anger out on someone, I’m sure Dabi wouldn’t mind a little roughhousing~"

You grab a pillow off the couch and chuck it at her. She dodges effortlessly, still grinning.

Spinner shakes his head. "You’re all idiots."

You sigh. "Yep. And Dabi's the biggest one of all."

Toga winks. "Then it’s a good thing you love idiots, huh?"