#im not usually like this (past 9pm things)

[daneol]

Idk where to post this, it was supposed to be innocent n' normal at first but then something else inside me took over 🙏 anw this goes to the lesbians and anybody who enjoys mad moxxi here ya go

[cyber333angel]

LOGAN HOWLETT X SWEETHEART!READER <33

a/n : belloo there is use of vibrator, daddy kink, subby!reader and logan is kind of a bully!! enjoy

you were waiting all day for logan to come home, he had texted you earlier that he had something special he was bringing for you and you just couldn’t wait to see it. he’d always got you little things here and there when he came home from work, y’know, kind of like a little apology present for coming home all bloody and with a body full of almost healed wounds to clean up all the time. you loved them nonetheless, they were always thoughtful, sweet and got you excited every time.

by 9pm you were sitting on the couch with a pretty, sheer sleep dress on, the kind you knew made logan weak in the knees, eating a little sweet treat on your wait for him. moments later you hear keys jingling in the door meaning logan was home at last, you got up quickly almost making yourself dizzy from the speed as you dashed to the door. immediately in the arms of the man you had been waiting for, “logan! im glad your home, missed you..” a vibrating chuckle flows through him as logan places a gentle hand on your back, kneading it softly as he tilts his head down to kiss your cheek. “missed you too sweetheart.” he croaks, kitten shaped hair tickling at your neck.

backing his head up a bit to look at you, logan takes his calloused thumb to roll over the edge of your chin and observe you with his sweet smile. all you could do is gaze at him hazily and lean in for a kiss and taste his lips, breathing into him with your eyes shut as logan sucks at the fat of your lip. you indulge his taste like you hadn’t seen him in ages as the two of your break off the kiss with a faint string of spit connecting you two. finally coming to realize the warm feeling of the older man’s hand grabbing on your ass and the other resting on your head. “taste so sweet.” raspy voice only adding to your excitement. he takes his coat off to hang it in the closet of the apartment, he’s surprisingly clean today, no blood or bandages over his shirt. and logan notices the puzzled look in your eyes, “i didn’t rough anyone up today bub, that’s why im all clean. no need to worry your pretty little head about that today.”

watching him close the closet door you nod, “that’s good, got all pretty for you today..” trailing off and looking for some way to ask him about the present he got for you without really asking. tall figure walking towards you with a grin while reaching out his arms, head perked to the sides as you fall into his touch again. “yeah pretty girl? all this for me, sheesh what’d I do in my past life? hm?” he continues making you giggle with all the compliments as you sway side to side together, kissing each others necks. “always for you logan you know that, wanted to look nice for whatever you said you got me earlier.”

you felt greedy to ask him about the present even though he had been home for less than 10 minutes, but you were just so curious about what it could be. “what I say earlier huh? you know better than that bub, speak up.” you do know better, know better than to be shy about what you really want when it comes to logan, especially when he uses that stern tone. you breath out what you want to say with fidgeting fingers, “I didn’t want to bother you when you got home lo’ but I wanted to know what you got me because im curious and-“ blabbering on and on about something that logan could care less about, you could never bother him no matter what you talked about, he could listen to your for hours. “yeah? it’s okay, got it right here for you..” calming you down with a hand rubbing up and down your arm, reaching the other one into his jean pocket.

he pulls out a white bead that’s about as big as a quarter with a long string attached to it, and what seems like a remote as well. you didn’t really know what it was because this wasn’t the usual kind of presents that logan got you, the usual presents being sweets, pretty clothes or a couple of days where he wouldn’t work just to spend time with you. so you ask, “what’s this logan?” poking and prodding at the object in his hand. with a smile and a kiss to the forehead logan puts the object back in his pocket as he holds your head, “why don’t you go into the bedroom and ill show exactly what it is huh sweetheart?” with a innocent nod you stroll down the hall into your shared room.

next thing you know your on the bed shaking, lingerie pushed up your hips for easy access as your nestled into logans lap with your arms holding his shoulders. both of your foreheads pressed together as you cry for him. “look at you baby, daddy making you feel good huh?” and all you can do is nod your head against his with closed eyes, moans leaving your mouth as a substitute for the “yes!” that you want so badly to scream out. you gasp when you feel the vibration start to get more intense, trying everything to crumble yourself into ball and handle all the pleasure. “see you know better than that bub, know I wanna hear that pretty voice.”

you sniff up the tears you have and nod your head to apologize, “ms-sorry lo’ I won’t do it anymore..” the smirk he flashed you only encourages you to be good and listen to him more, breathing hard when logan rubs his calloused fingers over your sensitive clit and place kisses all over your neck. “atta girl, almost there for me you can do it.” the feeling of the vibrator deep in your cunt hitting all the right spots was so stimulating, with logan running circles around your bud only made it much more unbearable. “o-okay I can’t..! take anymore-” at this point you could barely finish your sentences, and it wasn’t like it hurt or anything, god no, it felt way to good for you to just sit there and take it. you felt on the edge of cumming in your reach but it kept slipping away, logan always bringing you back. “just breath baby you know what to do, m’right here your all good..”

“mm’gonna cum logan..” you really were trying to keep your focus but he wasn’t letting up, you struggled to even have your eyes open to look at him. you felt wobbly on the bed as you held him for balance, legs shaking against logans hand cupped on your sensitive cunt. “you like that huh sweetheart? it’s okay cum for me, know daddys so proud of you..” with him cooing at you so sweetly how could you not come undone just from how cheerful he is for you?

you fall into his neck with a cry, scratching at his sweater covered back, and your pussy spasming all over the white bullet deep inside your sopping walls. “aw atta girl, shh that’s it bub did so good.. you like it when daddy brings home things like this huh?” you didn’t know why logan would be questioning you at a time like this when the vibrator was still inside you, “logan! you have to t-take it out now!” the older man chuckles at you like it’s funny while he pulls out the bullet, “sorry baby, let’s get you cleaned up yeah?”

[hwaslayer]

favorite things | pmylm drabble (jyh)

⇢ favorite things - drabble one // ft. the pmylm couple

summary: yunho's been having a rough time adjusting to the 'real world' and gets upset when he can't have the person he needs the most right away.

words: 2.8k

warnings: cussing/mature language, jealousy/insecurities, yuyu is upset and doesn't really know how to control his feelings rn cause he is just a tired boy 😭, a small lil fight, the awkward silent treatment, yuyu and yeo talk thru his feelings for a bit, kissing/making out, sorry if i missed anything i quickly whipped the rest of this in bed lol

a/n: whipped this baby up because i just felt the need to and i missed my babies!! (+ this lil IG inspo hehe) more drabbles to come 🫶🏼 love you in slow motion update this weekend annnnd i’m gonna have to push back the fallen angel hwa fic cause im all over the place 🥹 but we’ll do better!! lol stay tuned!!

Yunho has entered the real world and he is exhausted. When his mom used to joke about living and working in this so-called real world, he used to think it was just a thing to keep him on his toes, shake him up a little bit.

Nope, that shit was all real.

And he hates it.

He hates it because it's the one thing that brings another fight to the table for your relationship. Ultimately, Yunho knows all he has to do is adjust and he'll be fine in the long run. Both of you will be fine in the long run.

But today, that feels like a stretch and he is short of patience. Unusually short of patience than usual. He knows you don't mean any harm but for some odd reason, today he feels like the world is going to swallow him alive and everything is triggering.

The first thing is the fact that he has to stay a bit later than usual to finish up a project he had been working on. He was hoping to rush home and spend some time with you before you were off to practice for the evening, spending 2-3 hours with your friends and the group.

That didn't happen.

So, when he gets home and you've already texted him saying you've left with a sad, crying face, he's bummed. He gets himself comfortable anyway, heating up a cup of ramen since he's not too hungry. Maybe he'll get some food with you when you're out— it's one of his favorite things to do.

Now, the second thing that makes him a little more irked is the fact that 2-3 hours go by and you haven't texted. He knows practice can run long, but it's also a little unusual for you to not keep him updated. You finally do a bit past 8pm with a quick:

you: hi baby, sorry! practice was a bit busy, i was caught up during breaks. i'll be home soon then i'll come over after i shower, okay? wait for me (: we should go on a food run! hehe

yunho: sounds good, love. i'll be here.

It closes to 9pm and Yunho isn't hungry anymore. The cup of ramen will do since there seems to be a dim chance of getting food with you, especially when you tell him you'll be over in a quick second but you’re still nowhere to be found. Yunho charges to the door anyway and is hoping to greet you when he swings the door open. Instead, he's greeted with you laughing and giggling with Hyunjin downstairs in the lot as he hands you a bag of to-go food.

Let's set the record straight— Yunho loves your friends. He knows he can trust them, and he knows they're all genuinely good people. He's always been happy you had a good group of people around you.

It's just today, he really, really missed you. After a long ass day. And he knows you [and Hyunjin] mean no harm in your actions, but he can't help but feel a tad bit insecure [and slightly jealous] that you aren't rushing over to see him after not being with him all day. He knows he can blame this on the fact that he's exhausted and a little short on patience. God knows he really did try to keep it cool and brush it off.

He couldn't help it.

Yunho shuts the door again, leaving it unlocked for whenever you feel ready to come upstairs and hang out with him. He sits on his computer chair, irritated, and throws on a game to distract himself momentarily. Maybe it'll help ease whatever he's feeling,

But, nope.

It doesn't.

Because when you walk in, you're still yelling out to Hyunjin and whoever before you shut the door, place the food on the counter and walk into his room. You throw your arms around him from behind and Yunho lets out a small, audible sigh. That was already alarming enough for you, but you still dip your head to the side and try to grab his attention.

"Hi." You place a quick, chaste quick to his cheek, but Yunho doesn't move.

"Hey."

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Is all he says plainly. "I was just waiting for you."

"I know, but Hyunjin stopped by to give us food—"

"I thought we were gonna grab food together?"

"Oh." You frown because it completely slipped your mind, or else, you would've left the food at your own apartment to save it for tomorrow instead. "Fuck, I'm sorry. I didn't think he was gonna swing by with food. We all left each other earlier without any plans of—"

"It's okay." He taps your arms as a signal for you to let go of him. "You should go eat."

"We can share, there's more than enough—"

"All good." It's petty of Yunho, he knows. For him, it's the fact that you told him you wanted to go on a food run after practice. Another small, but meaningful thing you two did often. He doesn't blame Hyunjin for anything at all, no. There was no way of preventing that, and who the fuck was he to make you reject food from a friend?

He just wished he could take you to get food. Watch you order your favorites and do your happy dance in his passenger's seat. It's another one of his favorite things.

"Yunho." You slowly step aside and sit on his bed, your appetite all of a sudden gone from how distant your boyfriend is being. "I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to make you upset."

"It's fine."

"Is it really? Because something feels off and I wanna know what I did so I can fix it."

"It's nothing, Y/N." You almost flinch at the way he calls you your name instead of his cute endearing nicknames. It throws you off guard so much that you resort to a flimsy, broken:

"Okay." It's barely above a whisper. You stand to head back out to the kitchen, quietly eating a bit of Hyunjin's extra to-go thai food before setting some aside in a tupperware for Yunho and placing it in the fridge. The rest of the night goes.. like that.

In silence. With weird tension.

You hate it.

You wish you could just fix whatever you did wrong, or that Yunho would tell you no matter how 'silly' it may sound. He's always been so good with communicating, even during small disagreements, you weren't sure why he was avoiding it this time around.

You quietly get ready for bed, brushing your teeth and flossing before changing out of your sweats and hoodie to Yunho's shirt. You pad into the room, slipping yourself deep under the sheets and pull up some vlogs on Youtube that you need to catch up on.

"Tired?" Yunho asks from his computer chair, still playing his game.

"Mhm." You look at him, hoping he'd come over to kiss you, cuddle you. Shut off the computer and lay next to you, show you any kind of affection. He doesn't budge, though. You feel your bottom lip trembling, your heart slowly cracking in various places. You have to take a breath to prevent yourself from crying, and Yunho can feel it. He can feel your gaze on him, he can tell you're seconds away from crying. So, Yunho stands and shuts off his computer. But, he starts to head out to the living room and you're on the verge of breaking down. His way of avoiding the issue and getting more upset was to shut down. Deflect.

This wasn't like Yunho at all so you knew something was wrong; something was that bothersome to him.

"Baby." You call for him softly, and he just looks at you. You can tell he's conflicted between keeping this up and dropping it entirely, but it doesn't seem to be enough. It's not enough for him to drop it because his expression doesn't change. He still seems cold, distant. Tired. Unlike the Yunho you're so, so used to seeing and having.

"I'm just tired. Go to sleep."

"Where are you going?"

"The living room."

"Let me come with you."

"Y/N. Please go to sleep. I told you nothing was wrong." You watch the way his jaw slightly ticks before brushing you off completely and leaving the room, shutting the door behind him. A loud sigh escapes his lips as he treads to the couch and plops onto it, leaning his head back onto the edge. He shuts his eyes, giving himself some time to sort through his feelings because what the fuck, Jeong Yunho?

He knows this is much needed, though. He needed to step away for a second to regroup. He doesn't want to unintentionally hurt you by saying or doing things that he doesn't mean. He's tired, and he's acting like a fucking baby because he just wanted you at so many points today— yet, the universe just didn't let him have you. That wasn't your fault.

None of this was your fault.

He needed to do better. Just because he was exhausted, didn't mean he had to act this way towards you.

"Yo." Yeosang walks through the door, dropping his duffle bag to the floor as he steps out of his shoes. "You good?" He furrows his brows at the sight of Yunho just resting his head back with his eyes shut close.

"Mhm."

"Where's Y/N?"

"In the room." Odd, Yeosang thinks. It's not like you two to be separated like this. It's pretty obvious Yunho is bothered by something and that you've probably gotten into a small fight over it. Yeosang isn't one to meddle much, especially when it's not his business to. But, he is concerned seeing his roommate like this. It's probably one of the rare times he ever sees Yunho upset.

"You sure everything's okay? I'm not really used to seeing you sitting out in the living room in silence like this." Yunho lets out a tiny chuckle that's barely audible, but he finally turns to Yeosang and purses his lips.

"I guess. Just exhausted lately."

"I bet. You've been working your ass off." Yeosang looks into the fridge before stepping away with a cold water bottle and heading towards Yunho. "Y/N put some food in there for you, by the way."

"Did she?"

"Yeah. It has a little sticky note on top." Of course you did, why wouldn’t you? You always thought about Yunho no matter what.

"Fuck."

"What?"'

"I've been such a dick to her tonight."

"What'd you do?"

"It's so stupid." Yunho begins to explain how his day has just been all over the place— from work, to staying late and not being able to see you before practice, no updates until 3+ hours after practice, looking forward to a food run that didn't end up happening because of Hyunjin. All Yeosang can do is laugh a bit and shake his head.

"Dude, we all have bad days. It's inevitable. You're still adjusting so don't be so hard on yourself. It's hard going from a routine you were so used to, especially with Y/N. Then, having to switch it up and play tetris with your time. It's not easy. But also, I'm sure Y/N has been feeling the same way. She's just doing what she can to support you first and foremost. She'd never hurt you intentionally, and I know she'd always choose you in the end." Yunho's head drops as he leans onto his knees and sighs again.

"Fuck, you're right. I don't know why today was so difficult. I guess it all piled on for me and I didn't know how to sort through it."

"All good. Shit happens." Yeosang shrugs. "Anyway. I'm gonna head to bed. You should probably do the same. I know she's probably waiting for you."

"Thanks." Yeo gives him a little dap before he's off to get comfy and end his day. Yunho stays on the couch for a few more minutes before he brushes his teeth and washes up for bed. He stands in the bathroom for a few more seconds before gaining the courage to finally talk to you about everything that's been going on today. When he walks in, you're still bundled under the sheets, but your phone is against the wall and a video is playing. He can hear you sniffling through the video though, and he knows you've been crying.

God dammit, Yunho.

"Baby?" You hear Yunho softly call your name as he slips into bed and wraps his arms around you.

"Mhm?" You respond, still facing away from him.

"Can we talk?" You sigh and exit the video, locking your phone before turning towards Yunho and setting your phone onto the table.

"Don't force yourself if you aren't ready to."

"I am, and I'm sorry." He looks at you with those puppy dog eyes and it instantly feels like you have your loving, incredibly sweet and attentive boyfriend back.

"What happened?"

"I don't really know. To be honest, I don't have that great of an explanation. I was just tired and I was really looking forward to seeing you before practice. I couldn't see you then because of work, so I was even more excited to see you after practice and to go on our run together. But, you came later and the whole thing with Hyunjin—" He pauses and shakes his head. "It was so stupid and childish of me. I didn't need to act that way, and I'm so sorry I was such a dick to you over that." You cup his cheek and caress the surface with your thumb.

"You should've just told me, babe."

"It's so dumb, though?" He furrows his brows, mainly at himself.

"Nothing is dumb. Whatever hurts you, hurts me. We're in this together, remember? We're on the same team. I just need you to communicate and be honest, like you always tell me. Okay? I'll do anything to fix it and make it better. I'm your safe space like you are mine."

"I know." He leans into your touch before placing a soft kiss to your palm. "I'll do better."

"We have our bad days and that's okay. It won't make me love you any less. Tell me if you need space or if you need anything from me. I want you to be happy and comfortable."

"I know."

"Okay. And I'm sorry about the food run. I promise I'll keep my end of it next time."

"Wasn't your fault, baby. Nothing could have prevented that." You give him a tiny, toothless smile before kissing the tip of his nose.

"Are we okay?" He nods.

"I'm so sorry. I didn’t mean to make you feel that way.” He repeats before leaning in to peck you on the lips. He holds the kiss before parting and looking you in the eye, brushing the hair away from your face. He dips in for another kiss— this time, it's deeper. More passionate. His hand comes down to the small of your back as he presses against you, slipping his tongue in to fight for dominance against yours. The kiss is so full of love and neediness, but there's no push or pressure to make anything out of it.

So, Yunho continues to kiss you. Pushing up against you ever so slightly while parting from your lips to leave a trail across your jaw.

Your chin.

Your neck.

Back up to your lips.

He loves the way you softly sigh in content, listening to him repeatedly whisper 'I love you' against your lips. Into your neck. Across your jaw. He loves the way you gently bite onto his bottom lip as a way of asking for more. He loves the way your fingers tug on the ends of his hair, the way you press your lips against his cheek, forehead, nose. The way you caress his cheeks and never let him go.

It's amongst the many on his list of favorite things.

He continues to coo you and praise you in between kisses throughout the night, smiling while hearing your giggles and smothering you with more kisses until you find yourself getting sleepy. He holds you close and sings a soft lullaby, playing with your hair as you drift off to sleep with the cutest smile on your face. He can’t help but admire you, fighting the exhaustion that’s been hitting him all week for a little longer. He fights it until he can’t anymore but fuck it, it’s all worth it.

Because sitting at the very top of his favorites list is you.

⇢ permanent taglist: @asjkdk @bintificreads @interweab @svintsandghosts @cheolliehugs

[a-drama-addict]

2, 8, 14, 22 from the artist asks >:3

hi laya!! thanks for the ask >:3 [ask game]

8. What do you like most about your own work?

I like how I draw noses very much, pretty sure I always did! It's a thing I focused on a lot when I was kind of branching out/practicing with more diverse faces and stuff. I'm a simple guy, i like noses

14. How has your art changed over the years?

Definitely has become less cartoony, which is pretty expected with how my inspirations and stuff changed over the years. I think maybe one of the best examples of that was my recent ali redraw

2021 v 2025

I'd say it's definitely become more semi-realistic! Though I do occasionally still love to mess with a cartoony style now and then. havent done it a bit though.. perhaps tis time..

22. When is your prime time to work on your art?

I work best in the mornings and early afternoon! on my days off i usually draw at like 10-11am. If I have school or work I do draw at night which usually goes well too. But only around like. 8-9pm. I do sometimes get struck by the 3am inspiration but usually dont act on it </3

2. 5 favourites of your own work?

Put here so it can go under a read more. rubs my hands together like a fly

Edér my friend Edér!!!!!!!! Still really proud of this one, love the way he looks. Proud of the hair especially, looks very ruffle-able.

AND MY FRIEND VASHTI!!!!!!!!!! I like this one a lot because im still very proud of her design. my vashti..

BIT of an older piece but i still love this one dearly. My boys! Generally just proud of the pose and the intimacy of it? If that makes sense. Also Bull's horns. Proud of Bull's horns here.

Tavish absolution style babey!!!!!!!!!!!! Still proud of this one, even if I have things I'd do differently this time around. Mimicking styles is hard!! Good job past me!!!!!!!

dont think i posted this one.. but! Shadowheart x Wyll drawing that i liked muchies. I saw a clip of Duke Wyll and Selûnite Shads where they adopt a kid together canonically which is very cute to me. Had to mush them together... still a fan of the intimacy in this piece as well

[imraespace]

why is wveryone a octopus hater these days first its the tumblr dude and now its my chem teacher whats next like WATCH THE ACTUAL CHEM TEST BE AN OCTOPUS HATER AND HATE ME LIKE BRO IM NOT READY FOR ANYTHING but im making a new blog the one i have rn is like …… reblogs and i follow too many ppl and im too lazy to unfollow ppl delete thingys so hashtag new blog that i will use to… write potentially……. if i ever figure out how to flipping write hurt/comfort bc somehow the sae fic has angst????????????? I WANTED IT TO BE FLUFF BUT AS J WAS TYPING IT TURNED INTO ANGST??????? but ok theres also a rin fic that.. i still have and another thing

i love how i just gave up on editing ill get to my kurona animation eventually bru

i had no water last week for like 5 days and it was always past 9pm so i was tweaking out and usually went to bed slightly hungry bc i coudlnt eat a small snack randomly at liek 11pm and then go brush my teeth again …… will be crying

- 🐙

its okay I'll start an octopus fan club and rebeliate against the haters for you

before I used to write I barely followed anyone I just liked and moved on before I had mutuals I just followed like 3 ppl and had over 5k liked posts help

YAAA OCTOPUS IS GETTING OUTTA THE ALLYWAY WITH THIS ONE!!!

oh idk how to write angst so we're together in this one!!

LMAO I say just write!! let the wind guide you! #poetry

HELP I DIDNT FINISH THAT RIN EDIT I WANTED TO MAKE I just cropped the parts out but didn't even started the edit

atleast we're twinning kinda.. water has been gone for 2 days now last time it was a week we had to use a bucket to bathe which brought back fun childhood memories LMAO but this time there's water in our tank so no bucket baths this time!

[lpfreakification]

My age has caught up

Im 30.

I've turned 30 last month but was super busy with school that I didn't have the time to process it.

Having this free time this week b4 I plan out what I wanna do in July, I think im overwhelmed with options.

Reading this BL in the past hour doesn't help with my emotions. They make them go haywire. God, boys are cute 😭

My timing is terrible when it comes to dating. I think it was 2 or 3 years ago now that I read a BL manga called Love Doctor that got me into a spiral of emotions + an overwhelming longing for a boyfriend. I did try. He was alright. I could do better. Then school started.

This feels selfish of me wanting a boyfriend just to recreate fluffy yaoi moments. That's a delusional way of thinking, Perla! *whines*

From experience, I do have ideas:

Step 1: Go to a place of frequent visits (such as internet, Tumblr, school, computer lab, library, lobby, coffee place, restaurant, workplace???)

Step 2: Do my doodle thing until someone walks up to you + compliments them

Step 3: intros

Step 4: talk about work/hobbies

Step 5: Repeat steps 1 - 4

Step 6: Exchange contact info once u get comfortable/confident, when your face lights up when the other person arrives, or can't stop thinking about them.

... + idk. I never gotten as far as that 😅 I remember one piece of advice I was told that I struggle with, + suck at: follow-up/following up. Why does it have to take so much energy 😫

I feel troubled. I know that I don't really like to give, just take. Eventually, I will have to learn to give more often. I constantly think to myself that I'm gonna give them something in return for what they've given me. In the end, I can never physically execute those thoughts, and I end up wallowing in bed in guilt.

Either:

- depending on future boyfriend, I'd do anything

- stay the same

- feels the same way + we can both agree not to spend on each other but for ourselves.

...

Man, what am I doing with my life this week, wasting away in bed? I guess I'm just being lonely as hell since the wedding two weeks ago. Dammit, the cute aggression is stirring up.

Also, aren't I supposed to be taking a break after two months of animation grinding, too?

I... don't have a good work-life balance. I've explained this so many times, so I'll skip it. Hmmm, little bit of things here, little bit of things there, + a few days off for myself to do absolutely, positively nothing.

I do have an ideal routine that worked out so perfectly when I had an internship in 2020:

I did get the right idea of starting animation work at 8 am. After my sister's wedding, I started taking my meds earlier at 5:20 in the morning. Huh, the 9pm hour is still an accurate time for chilling. I have been falling asleep earlier than usual nowadays, b4 11pm.

...

Since I'm here, let's organize my ideas.

- KH:DDD

- Kickboxing

- School stuff

- Improving on some animations, need a specific list for that

- Haircut

Those are my main points. There's bound to be more little things in between that may come along the way. Like, my psychiatrist appointment tomorrow morning, the local annual 4th of July Parade, + Traverse City, Michigan in August (more details when the date draws near).

...

I'm feeling a bit better now that I got these thoughts out of my system :)

Imma go grab a cheesecake from the kitchen X)

Yep!

[dogstarblues]

lately ive been getting on calls less with friends and staying on for less time on discord to preserve my energy and take care of myself more and this past saturday really cinched it for me. i broke my boundary of not staying on calls past a scheduled time and stayed on a call til 9pm at night AFTER two hours of developmental editing work call. i was on a call with that friend since 12:30pm. that meant i waited until 9pm to eat and 10pm to shower when usually ive done both by 7pm. that also meant i used up spoons i didnt have, having talked to various people throughout the week, going to a funeral, and having 5 scheduled calls. it was too much. it was so much that ive had a headache all day which food and meds have not fixed and im so overstimulated i cant even listen to music or watch my fav youtubers which are both low energy things for me. i also cant manage to read. which left me with nothing to do all day but cook for myself (two meals so far), put microsoft office on my computer (i get it included with my college for life as long as the college exists, thats the only reason im using it instead of scrivener - i remember really liking it before and tried writing something and enjoyed it more than docs), browse tumblr, and fix a sentence on my website.

all this to say. new boundaries with myself:

No Work On Saturdays, Even Work Calls, Even If the Work Calls Will Be Fun

Spend Mondays Absolutely Alone Outside Of Therapy And Roommate

Wednesday Mornings Are Reserved For Quietude, Observance Of The Body, And Aloneness

[postmoderntongues]

I know we havent talked much personally (reach out at any time tho I'm friendly) as far as I'm concerned, 3 months is less time than id have done for the mildest of my past-the-statute-of-limitation crimes so if I have to read splatterpunk and write poems and develop some toxic sapphic thing while somebody feeds me benzos every 3 hours and stay clean for a few weeks if only to reset my tolerance Ill make it. Like the shittiest part is no pot no social media but one of my friends who does readings with me even offered to read my sets if I tell him them over the phone. I have 2 sacks full of books, 10 days worth of clothes, and no responsibilities or even self care upkeep expected other than to open my mouth every 3 hours for another dose of benzos as I dissociate to celebrity news with the sound muted.

Its funny because on Oz every time they try to send Cyril to the psych ward Ryan is like HE WONT SURVIVE IN THERE like nah man if u get into a nice one high security isn't even that bad you get ambien at 9pm and everything oz he's been raped, jumped, harassed, had health crisis, was the psych ward in the 00s worse than HBO fuck-prison? I had a girl steal my pants out the laundry once but I've only seen two stabbings in my time on the ward and neither were fatal and nobody fucking u can like put ur hand on the girl ur chilling with's leg if the chairs are turned the right way or cuddle shoulders but with 10 minute room checks ur not just not fucking ur not nutting period.

Its a little scary that its a mixed-sex ward but I can hold my own Im like 5'11 almost and a little under 250 and I'm useless in a fair fight but I know how to fuck somebody up dirty if they pose a danger but I've never even had to? I had like 2 or 3 incidents that got loud and one where I tried to report a guy I went to highschool with being SA'd and the nurse didn't want to call the cops bc she didn't want the paperwork so when I got aggressive they hit me with the booty juice and I woke up 4 days later a few hours after he was discharged meaning they were literally injecting me in my sleep.

High school was both scarier for my safety and more socially difficult than any stay I've ever had on the psych ward. But your well wishes mean so much to me and make my heart feel cozy <3 upside is ill have no tolerance and get to enjoy a month or two of getting stupid stoned again once they let me out. But there's no Vern Schillinger in the mental hospital, the worst u get is a Xanex-Adebisi type, most of the people in there are either being taken to or transferred from the jail out east (jail not prison) so its a lot of heroin addict girls who threw a punch at the wellness check cops when they tried to take her in and nonverbal autistics who are usually pretty chill and people you can laugh about ur psychosis symptoms with like ur tripping in a dorm room together. But thank you so much again for your well wishes my friend <3

@ozimagines

[trans-estinien]

Sometimes I feel like doing this with my brain

[hobisstar]

no more running | dark!bruce wayne x reader

Summary: Y/N was tired of being trapped in the Wayne Manor, Bruce says its for her safety. Was he protecting her or just keeping her to himself?

Warning: Mention of murder, harmful doing, possessiveness, obsession, Evil Bruce Wayne, and Melatonin pills.

A/N: Okay, basically im an DC and Marvel fan also! Ive been reading Batman/Bruce Wayne fics for the past 2 days now and decided to make one. I watched The Batman movie last night and I LITERALLY BECAME MORE IN LOVE. I know Batman is more so like a natural hero so hes like A hero but does villain like things. So i thought what if he was just like Dark all around MORE than usually? This is my first one so thoughts from you guys will be highly needed. Its a one shot so its gonna be a little short! Enjoy!

“Y/N!” Bruce yelled following her through the Wayne Manor. “Look at me when im talking to you!”

“No! Because im sick and tired of you acting like you control me Bruce Wayne, when you in fact do not. What exactly are protecting me of when you are the most Dangerous man in the room right now!” She walked into their shared bedroom or so.

They’ve been bumping heads recently, a lot to to be honest.

He hasn’t been the nicest and to be honest he doesn’t regret it.

The crime rate in Gotham had gotten higher and even the day light was dangerous to be out in.

But last week, something changed in Bruce. Maybe it was the intruders he killed with his bare hands and had Alfred dispose of the bodies.

It was for her protection, they deserved the beating.

“You killed those intruders Bruce... You promised me you’d never kill, ever. To me being out in the city is safer than being in a shared room with someone who’s not even a hero but the same as those people out there.”

Bruce knew his temper, and oh was it rising as the more she badmouths him and compared him to those people.

“I was protecting you. You are fragile and can get hurt. I'm not letting you get hurt because of who I am or what I've done outside the manor. Yes, I've killed two men that dared step into our home. How was I supposed to know that they were just after me? They could’ve spotted you and harmed you.” He stepped closer to Y/N grabbing the so called 'bag' she was trying to pack.

“I told you if something were the happen outside you aren’t allowed to leave the manor. I meant that with every inch of light I have left. “

“You can’t keep me in here Bruce-“

“No I can. And I will. Its not safe out there. Hate me. Dislike me. Want me dead. Do whatever you please but you aren’t leaving this home.”

Y/N huffed and walked out the room.

“Ill get out one way or another.” She thought in her head.

5 hours later

It was about 9pm. Bruce- I'm sorry The Bat was out around this time and for sure wouldn’t be back till 4 am.

“Ms. Y/N are you sure we should be breaking Bruce’s orders like this? What such a hassle to just get outside.” said one of the maids.

Since the morning after the argument ,Y/N has been plotting in her head a few escape routes.

Of course the main ones or either locked or emergency usable only.

She huffed and grabbed the backpack. “Yeah well, I really have other business to attend to outside of this Manor. If Bruce comes back tell him, I'm in bed. He usually won't bother if I'm sleeping. I should be back at 3 am. Call me if he calls Alfred saying Hes on his way back. I'll use the front door to get in. See Ya” Y/N said and ran to the bat cave using the only exit she knew would be open.

She was leaving because her mother called her and said that it was urgent. Her father had been mugged and wasn’t doing the best and she needed to see him if the time was to come if he was laid to rest.

Dealing with Bruce was enough in her plate, but shed do anything to see her family for the last time.

She took his bike and speed off…

At Y/Ns parents house

“Oh my! Y/N dear i thought you said Bruce had the place on lock down?” Her mother said raising her eyebrows.

“He does but I told one of the maids to call me if he gets home before I do. Im willing to risk anything to see my family ma.” Y/N half smiled and looked around.

“Where’s dad?”

“Back here honey!” She heard her dad shout.

“Turns out he just had some bruises and sprained his ankle. Hes fine but because of his old age, it was worst than that.” Mother said.

“Gosh ive been away so long I forgot you are a doctor.” She chuckled and walked to the room.

“Papa!” Y/N said and ran to him.

“Wow you’ve grown my girl. I can’t believe you are even here right now. This city is a mess and I know Bruce would never let you out with the way the crime rate has sprung up.” He chuckled then looked at her.

“He doesn’t know im here… I promise I’ll be back-“

“You need to get going my girl! You know the city shuts down at 12 am now! There is no reason for him to be out so late.”

“WHAT?!-“

As if it was a que Y/Ns phone rung in pocket.

She picked it up with no hesitation. “yes?”

“Y/N! Mr. Wayne is 20 minutes away! Please hurry back!”

At the Wayne Manor

…

“She’s not home yet!”

“OH MY GOSH”

“We need to make it look like she was here for hours!”

“What if he notices that she wasn’t here?”

“Cave has been opened..”

After are the commotion it settled down when that alert went off.

Was it Y/N?

Was it Bruce?

They were scared shitless. Scared that all hell would break when he gets up here and there is no y/n.

The handle turned and the door opened.

They all released a sigh of relief.

“I made it back in time!” Y/N smiled a little out of breathe.

“Oh gosh Ms. Y/N you had us all covered in fear. Hurry along now he should he arriving shortly.”

She nodded and ran up the stairs to their shared room.

She sighed happily as she sat on the bed. Being out was funny for the little time she could be out.

Seeing her dad being healthy and her mother also doing the same made her so happy.

“Maybe I should start sneaking out more often.” She said out loud since she thought she was alone.

“No. Because I could’ve sworn I made clear instructions that you stay in the Manor.” Bruce said from the chair in the darkness that filled the room.

She jumped up and turned on the lamp looking at him. “W-When did you get home?”

“Y/N I never left. Because I knew you would try to leave so i planned to stay in tonight and watch over you. Alfred told me what you had said to the maids.” He stood up going to sit on the bed.

“Bruce i just wanted to see my mom and dad-“

“Does it matter?! You could’ve gotten hurt!” He yelled looking at her with pure darkness in his eyes.

She jumped back from his booming voice, slightly cowering away but stood her ground.

“But I wasn’t! I told you you dont own me! If I want to leave I should damn well be able to leave!”

He slightly chuckled and that smile soon went away with it. He stood up and just walked out not saying anything.

She signed and fell to her knees surprised she even said everything without once stuttering.

“I need a bath officially” she said and went I the bathroom and closed the door.

In the kitchen

(Warning ⚠️: this part is were the Melatonin will be used. It will be taken with tea for a better nights sleep. You may continue reading at you’re own risk:).)

“You are being to harsh on her Bruce.” Alfred said.

Bruce sighed. “Im not. She got hurt once while being out and I never forgave myself for it.”

“That was 2 years go, Sir. She’s more matured. You trained her to fight and protect herself, yet you have her locked away like she’s Rapunzel.”

“That doesnt matter! She needs to be in the manor Alfred. I rather she be locked up here in safety then locked up some where I CANT find.”

Alfred sighed. “Whatever you say. Here’s the madams tea and melatonin as usually.”

“Thanks.”

Bruce grabbed the tea and pill and walked up stairs to their shared bed room. Usually around this time shed Be in the bathroom getting ready for bed so he went with his gut and opened the bathroom door.

She was relaxing in the tub and sat on the side of it watching her not saying a word.

Gosh, how he just wanted to protect her. So what if he was being protective or possessive I mean he wanted the best for her.

Staying in the house was only for now when the curfew on the city was just on.

“Im telling Alfred to put the manor on lockdown. The maids will be going home tonight.” He said still looking at her no emotion in his eyes.

She looked up at him. “You-You can’t do that!”

He put the tea on the counter with the pills.

“You are not to leave the manor until the curfew on the city is lifted. You will stay in the manor every day and every night. You got hurt once because of me. And that was my fault. I love you to much to see you get hurt again because of my lack of protection. This is most I can do to protect you and Alfred. You two are my World and im not loosing either of you. I will never allow it.” He stood up and walked out.

Maybe one day, She will see that his protection is all he can bring. He loves her and will never let her get hurt EVER AGAIN.

Bruce went down the his cave and just started writing away about a few things for the city but it soon turned Into

Never let her out Never let her out Never let her out

Never let her out Never let her out Never let her out

Never let her out Never let her out Never let her out

Never let her out Never let her out

Never

Let

Her

Out

Has he perhaps gone mad?

[cody-apexart]

Day 21

I've been thinking a lot about the sidewalks and roads while i've been here. like the cross walks often are not formalized with crossing signals, motorbikes cut up onto the sidewalks to avoid traffic, people continue to drive through intersections for a couple seconds after the lights tell them to stop, etc. i works though. without protection and separation built into the roadways, drivers and pedestrians are forced to pay more attention which is ultimately gonna lead to increased safety.

the sidewalks are usually narrow, they often disappear abruptly, and get blocked off by randomly by signs, carts, tables, parked motorbikes, or utilities. tbh i thought i had a lot more sidewalk pics but i guess not...here is an example of a sidewalk i saw today getting kinda cutting off as the road turns and a sign bisects the pedestrian area.

burlesque dance class was way rougher than jazz. this class was bigger, and they new more of their routine for the recital already. i sucked significantly more, but at least im a little less tired the past couple days.

tonight i went to another opening (no regrets) and then went to a lil potluck to hangout with some folks i met through the propaganda poster collection manager. i bought weed off a freelance art handler. deff entered a zone that would probably be deemed too familiar for the bounds of this fellowship.

i cant stop thinking about quitting my job when i get home. like i cant quit i need money and health insurance, but when im back in qns think i will actively begin looking for a way out.

anyway I gotta wake up at 5am to go to this jungle clean up thing. apex just sent the the schedule and complete 'things to bring list' till 9pm tonight, so that is annoying but i guess i'm used to it at this point.

[tfw-tajaaa]

Anything to do with Wilhemina Venable. Maybe something really fluffy and soft. Maybe mina showing the reader her soft side. The side where she's just a very supper soft person ??

The Facade Has Faded

𝒐𝒌𝒂𝒚 𝒔𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝑨𝑯𝑺 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒔𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 "𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒓" 𝒊 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒓<33

Ok

It was passed the 18 month mark, long passed. You were brought to Outpost 3 for the main reason of "extraordinary dna". Which was bullshit, you were probably the most normal person there besides Coco at least, she seemed to be daddy's money at first but then her mouth slowly got on your nerves. Were you short tempered? maybe but were her antics enough to tell her to stop complaining during "dinner"? yes, even if it was a cube of.... whatever it was.

One person who happened to share your temper was Wilhemina Venable, the head of the way things operated in Outpost 3. She had her fair share of "Ms. Venable, shove that cane up your ass" although you never said anything because well... Ms. Mead and her gun😃. Although there wasn't much to live for at the moment, survival was something you wanted when you heard of the Co-operative.

Nothing, no genie, no clairvoyant thought, no prophet, no witch, anything could have prepared you for the moment where Wilhemina, or as you called her now "Mina", shared with you that she wanted you in her room at 9pm sharp. No exceptions. So, now here you were sitting on the edge of her bed laughing a genuine laugh that you had tried to stifle to not disturb the guests around.

"Oh (y/n) it's been a while since i've laughed with someone" Mina spoke between giggles as she faced you, you rested your hand on hers. "This place needed a good laugh to fill a room, im glad it was yours. You out of almost all of us needed to wind down, the only thing we could all collectively complain about is well-.... the no affection thing" you said giggling some more, diverting your eyes to look past hers. She was laughing too, mumbling a "i just may have too"

Maybe it was the fine aged wine, or maybe you was delusional but this side of Wilhemina is definitely something you felt you would like to see more. "Hey Mina, y'know if you don't mind, i'd like to know you a lil bit more. We could do these more, we've lived together for nearly 2 years and..." you let out a short breath finally meeting her eyes, seeing her usually stoic face red with laughter and her smile lines. Mina looked nicer, younger, lively. "....and i think we should try talking more" regaining your posture you watched as she drew in a breath until she broke out into a smile.

"I'd love to (y/n). i'll expect you here again, tomorrow, at 9. This was fun." She was still smiling as she almost whispered her words looking you in the eyes searching for maybe deceit, but all she was found was genuine interest. That was refreshing, to you both.

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒑𝒊𝒆𝒄𝒆, 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌:) 𝑰 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚 𝒉𝒖𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅♡´･ᴗ･`♡

[merppppppppppppppppp]

Fuck A Fan (Bakugo x Camgirl reader pt. 1)

You had gotten the idea from one of your best friends in the cam industry.

“You sure this will work?”

“Trust me boo,” he had replied, “sometimes the best motivation for a man is a little friendly competition.”

Your bestie had insisted that a fuck a fan contest would be the perfect way to get CallMeKing to finally make good on his unfulfilled promise to see you.

Putting the finishing touches on your flyer, you finally posted the announcement to all social media. You knew CMK was still lurking. So he’d definitely see it. Hopefully, this little contest would be enough to spark his interest, if this failed, you were going to scream.

Because for the first time in your cam career, a man had you chasing him.

The audacity!

To be fair, he did say that he wanted to see you too, but had to keep a low profile due to his career. He promised as soon as worked dialed down you guys would meet up.

Well that had been over a year ago, and not only had you guys not met face to face; he also didn’t seem to check in on you as much anymore.

He still tipped and re-subbed to your page. He had even cash-apped you money for Christmas and your birthday.

But aside from that, there were no more late night, sexting sessions, no more random check ins, no more nude trading.

At first, you brushed it off.

He was apparently a very successful man. Successful men were busy. They couldn’t give you every second of their time. As a successful woman, you could relate to that.

Not to mention, you were a bad bitch and bad bitches did not pine over any man.

PERIODTTT.

Buuuut...when the man in question was fine as hell with boulders for biceps, a big dick, and long money, well...you’d like to think the City Girls, Meg the Stallion, and all the other bad bitches you looked up to would understand your thirst.

“Alright, King,” you sat back in the furry, white computer chair and glared at your laptop screen. “Ball is in your court now.”

“Mr. Ground Zero, can I get a picture too?”

A precocious looking blue haired kid asked. He stared up at Katsuki with wide, hopeful eyes.

Katsuki grimaced.

“Whatever kid, c’mon.”

He leaned down, attempting to keep a safe distance from the walking germ pool, while keeping in the lens of his camera phone.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Thanks a lot, Mr. Ground Zero!”

The kid giddily ran back to his group of friends.

Kirishima slung his arm around Bakugo’s shoulder, weighing down on his slightly shorter friend.

“Wow, Bakubro, looks like those public relations training classes have really been working, huh?”

“Whatever, I just don’t need anymore shitty press with kids.”

“You still have energy for happy hour with Sero and Me tonight?”

Bakugo replied with a noncommittal shrug. He scrolled absentmindedly through his phone as he and Kirishima headed towards their agencies to call it a day.

He decided to check in on (cam name’s) IG page to see how she was doing.

A pang of longing tugged at him. He missed her. A lot. Sure, she was a cam girl, and being friendly and flirty was her job, but she always brightened his days. With crime picking up steadily over the past year, Bakugo could use her presence in his life now more than ever, unfortunately, nothing in his schedule would permit it.

He was researching a new threat that had been developing in the crime world. Apparently the new mob of villains seemed to have some connections to the crime world in America, and Bakugo found himself flying back and forth to the west for meetings and to make media rounds to help put the public at ease.

His sleep schedule was completely out of whack with all the stress he was under, so any spare moment he wasn’t working, he was sleeping. Which meant no time for his virtual boo thing. Though he did try to make it known he was thinking about her with bill money.

As he flipped through her newest posts, something caught his eyes.

Fuck a fan contest? Winner gets to make content with me at secure location!

What the fuck was this shit?

Whatever it was, he was certainly going to get to the bottom of it when he got home.

CMK: Hey, (cam name) what’s this all about?

Y/N: what does it look like? Fuck a fan contest

CMK: fuck u mean? You don’t do meet ups!

Y/N: 🤷🏾‍♀️ first time for everything.

Anger hummed beneath Bakugo’s skin. Since when did y/n start doing meet ups? She had always told him she didn’t trust her fans as far as she could throw them.

He had encouraged her to not be forthcoming with personal information and never feel like she had to meet up with randos online for money. He would take care of anything she needed before it came to that.

So what was the meaning of this? Had he not been taking good enough care of her? Keeping her bills paid? Her nails and hair done?

Y/N: u entering or what? 👀

CMK: hell no im not entering and neither is anyone else. Now take that shit down.

Y/n: (voice note) first the fuck of all, you don’t tell me what to do. Second the fuck of all, do you know how much money is in this? You ain’t stopping my bag boo. Period! 💅🏾

He was practically seething. Who the fuck did she think she was talking to like that?

Who the fuck did she think she was saying no to?!

His dick stirred in his pants as he re-listened to the voice note of her cursing him out.

CMK: how much does it take to win?

Y/N: just whoever has the most.

CMK tipped $150,000

CMK: now take it the fuck down

Y/N: nobody else has entered yet.

CMK: nobody else up here has the money I have.

Y/N: if you’re not meeting with me, I ain’t takin it down.

CMK: god fucking dammit y/n. Tonight. 9pm. Text me the addy. I’ll have my driver pick you up.

True to his word, CMK had his driver pick you up an hour and a half before the time he had mentioned.

Your knee bounced, causing the black mini dress hugging your shapely thighs to ride up. You pulled it down absentmindedly.

You could count on one hand how many times you had been flown out by one of your fans. It certainly wasn’t a weekly occurrence for you the way it was for other models.

Fear and excitement fluttered in your stomach.

You wondered what the driver thought of you. Heading to this rich and powerful man’s house in the middle of the night.

You had tried to dress up as if you were going to be taken on a fancy date. Your hair styled, silver chandelier earrings dripping from your lobes to match the long silver necklace that dipped between your pushed up cleavage.

If the driver gave two shits, you at least hoped he thought you were going to get a nice meal before getting dicked down.

The community where CMK lived was on the outskirts of town; hidden in a forest of natural and manicured foliage. One could go literal miles between each home before they saw the next one.

You pressed your forehead against the window to take in the flora and fauna, manicured lawns, and huge mansions. So. Many. Styles. Of mansions!

“Here we are ma’am.” the driver announced.

He drove you up a looping, stone drive way that led to a very modern home that reminded you a bit of abstract art what with its odd angles, jutting sides, and square architecture.

The driver stepped out and opened your door. Once you were faced with the massive stairs and wooden doors before you, the song: Pretty Woman blared in your mind. You certainly felt that way.

Before you could knock, the door swung open revealing a pair of red eyes that were devouring your body head to toe.

“Oh my god...”

“Wasn’t expecting to hear that before I even touched you, beautiful.” He chuckled. His lips quirked into the cocky half smirk you’d grown familiar with from his interviews.

Was this real? Call me king was Ground Zero?!

“C-call me king?” You managed to stutter out pitifully.

“I would prefer to call you by your real name.” He joked. “Come in, beautiful.” He grabbed your hand gently and pulled you through the door.

You couldn’t even appreciate the high ceilings, polished wood floors, and tasteful stone wash colored furniture as you followed Ground Zero through the door.

He took leggy strides into the airy kitchen taking out a couple of glasses from a cupboard. You could only gawk.

He looked good as hell in his short sleeved denim button up shirt and ripped black jeans. His physique flexed under the well tailored clothes showing off the broad chest and bulging biceps you’d seen in the Nudes. His spiky Blonde hair looked soft and a bit damp.

“You wanna drink, beautiful?”

“I don’t accept drinks from new people in new environments.”

He looked up to shoot you a half smile. The usual mischief was missing from his red eyes, replaced with genuine affection.

“Of course you don’t. My (cam name.)”

“F/N,” you replied.

“Bout damn time you gave me a real name. Mine is Bakugo, babe.”

He strolled over with a glass of water for himself.

“So, f/n,” his ruby colored eyes darkened with a predatory gleam as he stepped right to your face. “Why don’t you have a seat? I promise the couch won’t bite.”

He brought a hand down to smack your round ass, making you jump.

“Can’t say the same for myself though.”

Licking your lips, you lowered yourself into the couch. Bakugo settled beside you so close the sides of your bodies touched. He draped an arm around your shoulder.

“I know you got a camsona and all, but damn, y/n, where’s my feisty little c/n? Huh? Lil Ms. Period!” His voice took on a lighter tone as he tried to imitate your twang.

The attempt earned him a giggle.

“Well excuse me, sir, but I wasn’t expecting the number two pro-hero in Japan to be my biggest fan.” You snapped back, playfully rolling your eyes. “Forgive me if I’m still wrapping my brain around it.”

“There’s that smart ass mouth I love so much.” He tucked your chin.

This close to him, you could feel his warm minty breath fanning against your lips. A familiar warmth was already growing between your legs.

Pulling away you asked: “Why me?”

“Hah?” His brows knit in confusion. “Fuck kinda question is that? What do you mean why you?”

“I mean, I’m a bad bitch or whatever, but I’m just...me and you’re...you.”

“Tch. You just answered your own damn question, dumb ass.” He tilted your face back towards him. You felt his other large hand roam the bare skin of your thigh and shivered.

“You’re a bad bitch. You don’t seem to forget that any other time, don’t fuckin’ forget it now, got that? Your confidence is what’s sexy about you.”

A smile tugged at your lips as heat flooded your cheeks.

“You know, when you’re not being a fuckin’ asshole, you can be pretty damn charming when you wanna be.”

“And when you’re not being a defiant little brat, you can be real fucking cute.”

A moan slipped from your glossy lips as his hand crept steadily up your thigh

“Please,” you leaned closer to him, “you love my brattiness.”

He scoffed, amused.

“I’ll show you just how much I like it.”

Without warning, Bakugo scooped you up. His large, rough hands dug into the soft flesh of your round ass as he straddled you on his lap.

Your wet, bare pussy pressed into his bulge as he stole a greedy kiss. Your gasp quickly morphed into a moan as desire burned in your core and flooded your entire body.

His tongue overtook your mouth effortlessly.

“No panties, huh, brat? I can feel you leaking through my jeans.”

“I hate panties,” you managed between kisses. “And bras.”

That little confession just inspired more arousal in Bakugo. He deposited you on the long couch and let his hot tongue snake along every sensitive bit of exposed flesh he could find. Goosebumps rose on your skin.

“Damn, beautiful,” he managed between kisses, “can’t wait to taste the rest of you.”

His bulge rubbed your aching clit deliciously.

You tugged his shirt up over his mess of blonde hair.

He grabbed the deep ‘V’ of your dress and ripped it open, drawing a gasp from you.

“Now we match.” He grinned

“You ass—“

“You’ll have a new outfit by tomorrow afternoon, now shut up.”

True to his word, Bakugo tasted every inch of you. He nibbled your ears making you shiver, licked your nipples making you hiss his name, and devoured your toes like blow pops.

Your body was trembling from sensory overload.

“God..” you moaned.

“You look like you want something, babe,” Bakugo smiled wickedly as he hovered above you. “What is it?”

“Eat me.”

[acrosslinoleumfloors]

okay so. im watching a little bit of doctor who these days, and its honestly a bit surprising to remember how much joy this show brought (brings) me? it shouldn’t be surprising of course, it makes complete and utter logical sense. But I was still a bit taken aback anyway

and u know what, fuck it – its past 9pm, time for some soul-searching . what is it about Me that makes me think this show slap so severely?

Well obviously, part of it is the nostalgia, the reminder of a ~simpler time~ (or however simple grade 8, 9, 10 could be), the familiarity and the comfort of knowing what happens in every episode, and Liking what happens in every episode

And of course, another part is its just. A fucking good show. Like objectively. Its good

But I think there’s a third part as well, which is less about my history, less about the show, and more about me as a person?

Hypothesises: I adore Doctor Who (now and when I first watched it) because I’m fundamentally Built to be a fangirl. Which is fucking embarrassing but here me out.

I have a lot of hobbies, right. I’ve learnt a bunch of random skills (usually creative – see knitting, sewing, crochet, origami, how wax seals work, etc.), I’ve played a bunch of sports (see volleyball, touch, netball, soccer, badminton, etc.), I’ve done a couple of musical things (all badly, but see violin, piano, choir, musical, irish dancing), I’ve picked up a couple of activities I would love to do more often (see iceskating, baking, cooking, camping, hiking, etc.). and they’re all great! Except maybe touch. But also, all these different activities either don’t last very long, or are revisited very rarely. Lets blame that on potential adhd <3 basically, theyre fleeting interests

So im thinking right. Whats a more Permanent Interest? Do I even have one? And you know! I think I do. I think I even have two.

The first, very simple one is music – more so listening to music than like, writing it lol, but the point still stands. And that interest is obviously because a) music fucking slaps, and b) its an excellent way to manage sensory overloads and all the noise in my head lol.

The second more permanent interest tho, is creative writing. Again, more so listening to other people’s stories than writing my own, but still. Because listen right, it makes Sense – first it was reading (harry potter, percy jackson, throne of glass), then I added movies and tv shows (superwholock, marvel, the witcher, OFMD), fanfiction (bruh) , then I added video games/watching gameplay (dan and phil’s undertale playthrough, hermitcraft, dream smp), then fictional podcasts (welcome to nightvale, magnus archives, ec.), anime (yuri!!! on ICE, haikyuu, demon slayer), dnd (just roll with it, critical role, my irl group). Im studying English at uni.

Its fucking built into my dna to seek out, enjoy, and obsess over storytelling bro. (im Built to be a fangirl help). that’s my fucking hobby. Experiencing stories. Of course im gonna like doctor who! The entire thing is layers and layers of Well Written, Interesting, Captivating stories! Yeah it slaps!

Anyway, I have no clue Why I fundamentally like storytelling so much, but I thought that was just an interesting fact about myself. Fun :D

[vintagedolan]

forgetful (egd)

it’s not like Ethan to forget things, so there’s no way he forgot your birthday... right?

word count: 4.2k

requested by: anon (thank you beeb!) 

warnings/tags: sad!ethan, forgetting of a birthday, panic attack, mentions of sean, angst (but it’s resolved cause im a weak fluffy bitch oops)

feel free to send in requests! i’ll write most things! hope you enjoy :)

This was one elaborate plan, you’d give him that. And he was hiding everything so well that you were ridiculously impressed. You went along with it, not wanting him to think that you were suspicious of anything.

“You all packed?” You asked, pouting a bit as he zipped up his bag and stood it up on its wheels. 

“Yep. It’s just for a few days, I’ll be back on Thursday. Need some family time with Mom,” he reassured you. 

Thursday. Your birthday. 

You never really made a big deal out of birthdays but after you had gotten Ethan two new custom longboards for his, he had promised you an epic celebration for your big day. And he hadn’t let you in on the secret at all. It took all your self control not to pry and ask questions as you followed him out to the car where Grayson was waiting. Was he even going to Jersey? Or was this all some big ploy? You wouldn’t put it past him. Either way, you knew you weren’t going to see him for a few days, which pulled at your heart strings a bit.

“Okay, well fly safe, and let me know when you all get there,” you wrapped your arms around his torso, squeezing tight. He nuzzled into your hair for a moment, squeezing you even tighter than he usually did. Between the way he was talking and that, you could tell something was definitely going on. 

“I will. I love you,” he said, leaning down to kiss you goodbye. It was quicker than usual. It only convinced you more.

“Love you too,” you smiled at him, letting go and moving to hug Grayson goodbye. You waved until they were out of sight before going inside, with a million thoughts of what he could be up to running through your head. 

He text you a quick made it safe about 6 hours later, right on time for a landing in New Jersey. You sent back some hearts and a response. 

Have fun hanging with your mom, I know you’ve missed her. I’ll talk to you tomorrow. I love you! It was a subtle way of trying to assure him that he didn’t need to be talking to you when he should be visiting with his family. 

He sent back a I will baby, I love you too and you left it at that. 

The next day went by fairly slow for a Monday. You piddled around the house, getting some work done and generally just relaxing. Ethan FaceTimed you around noon, and was acting even weirder than before. Something was definitely up, and you couldn’t help but get a little bit excited. He must be planning something big if he was this nervous about it. 

Tuesday was even weirder. He sent you a good morning text, but you didn’t hear from him again until that evening, and when he called you could tell that he was exhausted and wasn’t much in the mood for talking. It puzzled you some, but worried you more than anything. 

“Are you okay baby? You seem a bit off,” you asked.

“Yeah, I’m just tired. I need to go to bed. I love you.”

“I love you too, get some rest.” 

By Wednesday, you were actually starting to get concerned. You considered texting Grayson - if Ethan was actually upset about something, his brother would probably tell you. But you felt bad at the idea of going behind Ethan’s back so you waited. 

It was 9pm your time, which was midnight back in Jersey, when he finally facetimed you. He was in a bit higher spirits, which made you smile. His day was much more interesting than yours had been, so you listened to him talk about anything and everything, just content to hear his voice. When he finally got through all the events, he asked all about yours. There wasn’t much to tell, but you walked him through.

“I’m sure tomorrow will be more eventful,” you teased, rolling your eyes a bit.

“Yeah, about that. Cam is coming to surprise mom tomorrow, and Gray and I are gonna stay an extra day so we can see her. It’s been ages since we’ve all been home,” he explained. You balked. Was he kidding? You watched him closely, trying to see if he was joking or not. You noticed that he was fidgeting a little bit, one of his nervous habits. Something else was up. 

It clicked for you then - he was probably setting up the surprise, wanting you to think that he wasn’t even going to be in the state. Sneaky.

“Okay, that’s fine,” you responded, secretly looking around the screen to see if you could spot a camera. He would be filming this for sure if there was a video, and you didn’t want to ruin it.

“I was wondering if you could do me a favor tomorrow though. Louis Vuitton is getting a shipment of new stuff in for me and Gray, and we’re supposed to pick specific stuff by Saturday, do you think you could go get it and bring it home so we have more time to decide once we get back?” 

There it was. 

The weird get-you-to-a-certain-place excuse that was customary with any Ethan surprise. You breathed out a sigh - for a second there you really thought that he had forgotten. This was one of his less creative ideas, but you rolled with it anyways. 

“Yeah, I can get it. What time am I supposed to go?”

“Whenever is fine! Thank you baby,” he offered you a soft smile.

Weird. Usually he would be specific on a time. Oh well. He definitely just needed you out of the house so he could set up whatever it was. 

“You’re welcome. Isn’t it like 1am there now? You should be asleep,” you reminded him.

“Yeah, we’ve gotta get Cam pretty early in the morning so you’re probably right. Well, I love you, I’ll check on you tomorrow. Goodnight!”

“I love you too, goodnight baby.”

It was hard to sleep that night. Your mind was racing with a million different things, trying to think of what he would be planning. He was probably on a plane already. You woke up throughout the night, convinced you were hearing him sneaking in. But eventually you fell asleep with no dreams.

And when you woke up the next morning around 9am the house was empty and quiet. You didn’t feel any older, and to be honest it didn’t feel much different from your past few birthdays - you usually spent them alone. You walked around the house cautiously, peeking around corners to see if someone was there to jump out and surprise you. No one showed, so you simply went to the kitchen and made yourself a quick breakfast. 

Once that was done, you went back to Ethan’s bathroom and started getting ready. It had been awhile since you’d done a full face of makeup, and you put on one of your favorite outfits as well just to make you feel nice.

As you were putting your shoes on, you felt your phone buzz. 

Morning baby! what’re you up to? was the text from Ethan that came across your screen. 

morning! I’m headed to louis to get your alls clothes

You felt the butterflies starting to mount as you headed out to the car. Who knew what was gonna be there when you got back. Deciding to make the most of it, you stopped by your favorite coffee shop and got a drink on your way to the store. The workers were nice as always, even helping you to get all the garment bags into your car before waving as you drove off. 

The excitement mounted with each minute that passed on the way home. You were practically bouncing by the time you got to the driveway, opening the gate and pulling in. Nothing looked different - of course, he would have hidden the cars somewhere. 

You gathered all the garment bags, holding them high above you so they didn’t drag the ground, hoping you wouldn’t drop them if someone jumped out. 

Opening the door slowly, you braced yourself.

And nothing. 

Nothing happened. 

You kept walking, placing the bags down over the couch. 

“Hello?” You said, listening to the echo. There was no response. And then it hit you like a ton of bricks. 

No one was here. 

No one was coming.

You’d been forgotten. 

The tears came quickly, hot and angry down your cheeks. It took a moment for you to realize that you were actually embarrassed. You’d made up a whole scenario in your head that your boyfriend was planning some major surprise for you, when in reality he was actually across the country with no idea what day it even was. It stung much more than you thought it would. 

And so, you sat on the floor and cried, leaving tear stains on your outfit and throwing a full on pity party. You felt stupid, and childish, and unloved all at the same time. A tiny sliver of hope remained, but when you got a snapchat from Grayson of them in the car with Cam, it faded too. 

After about an hour you managed to get yourself up off the floor, going through the motions. You hung the boys clothes up in their closets, cleaned up your makeup; it was still your birthday. You were going to try to have a good day if you could. So you went back out to the grocery and bought yourself a cake. A whole ass cake in your favorite flavor, and you had the bakers write “happy birthday to me” on top of it in white icing. 

As you drove back to the house, your sadness started to turn into anger. You didn’t deserve this shit. You deserved to be celebrated on the one fucking day of the year that was about you. And you were happy that Ethan was getting to see his sister - you really were. If he had told you about it and been apologetic that he couldn’t be there for your birthday, you would have understood. But it was so very obvious that he’d completely forgotten, and that was what bothered you the most out of anything. 

When your phone rang with a facetime from him, you knew better than to answer it. You would say something that you really, really regretted. You let it ring through as you pulled in the driveway, carrying your cake inside and sitting it on the counter. Your phone rang again, and you ignored it. 

He seemed to give up, and sent you a text instead.

Hey baby, we ended up needing to get a flight tonight so I should be home around 11 or so your time. didn’t want you to get scared if you heard me. can’t wait to see you, I missed you!

You closed your phone. You didn’t trust yourself to not be an asshole. You knew that as soon as Ethan realized what was going on he was going to feel absolutely terrible. So you didn’t want to be a complete asshole. But... that didn’t mean you couldn’t be a little bit petty. 

So you decided to stay up until he got home. And by stay up, that meant waiting in the kitchen for him with your cake on the counter so he could realize exactly what had happened. Petty. But justified. 

The wait was long, but worth it when you finally heard them coming down the driveway. You started eating the cake, making sure to just get the corners because you wanted the words to stay visible.

The door clicked open and shut, and you heard the rustling of the boys coming in.

“Tell Y/N I said hey if she’s up, I’m going the fuck to sleep,” you heard Grayson explain, not even coming into the kitchen.

Good. You didn’t want him in the middle of all this anyways. 

Ethan almost passed you on his way to his room, but you caught his eye. His entire face lit up when he saw you, and you felt your resolve to be petty crack a little. He was so damn cute, it was hard to stay mad at him. 

“Baby you didn’t need to stay up! I figured you’d gone to sleep early since you didn’t answer earlier,” he grinned, coming over to you. 

“I’m awake.” Your tone stopped him in his tracks - he was on his way to kiss you, no doubt. You were even surprised at how mad you sounded. It wasn’t like you to pick a fight. 

“I can see that. Are you okay?” He was more cautious now, looking around to see if he could figure out what was happening. You gave him a minute before you took another bite of cake to give him a clue.

He looked down at the icing, and you watched him mouth the words as he read it. 

“Did you buy a clearance cake or something? What’s going on? I’m confused.”

“I can wait until you figure it out.” 

You watched the gears turn in his head. When he looked up from the pastry, his eyes were wide. 

“What’s today’s date?” He asked, his voice meek.

“I’ll give you one guess,” you murmured, taking another bite.

“Oh no. Oh no no no no,” he said, hands coming up to his hair. He held his head for a moment, and you noticed that his chest was rising and falling too fast. He stumbled a bit, reaching back to catch himself on the counter. His hand slipped slightly - was he sweating?

You pieced it together immediately. 

Panic attack.

Any anger, any pettiness you had flew out the window. You dropped your fork, running over to him and grabbing his hand. 

“C’mon, come with me Ethan it’s okay,” you said, guiding him as quickly as you could to the room you shared. They always resolved quicker if he was in his most comforting place, so when you got him in the room you immediately guided him to sit on the bed. 

You knelt in front of him, holding his hands in yours. 

“Breathe in while I squeeze, out when I let go, okay? Just like we always do, and it’ll stop. I’m right here,” you reassured him, squeezing his hands. To your relief he was able to take a deep breath in with you, but he exhaled immediately, panic still overriding. 

“You’re. You’re gonna - leave.” He was gasping through the words.

“Ethan I’m right here. I’m right here, I’m not leaving, no matter what. Just breathe baby, just breathe.” 

It took almost 15 minutes to get him fully calmed down, and you only knew it was over when he opened up his arms for you. You climbed onto his lap, no hesitation, wrapping your arms around him. 

It didn’t matter how angry you were - nothing was worse than seeing the man you loved in pain. You couldn’t stand it. 

“I am actually the biggest piece of shit to walk the face of the earth,” he mumbled into your shoulder a few moments later. You shook your head, pressing a kiss to his hair. 

“No you aren’t, I’m -”

“If you apologize, I swear to god,” he cut you off and you fell silent as he sat up and looked at you. “Please, please do not try to make me feel better right now.”

“Then what am I supposed to do?” You asked honestly. You felt guilty that your pettiness had caused him to panic so quickly. 

“Yell at me, scream at me, be fucking pissed off that I literally forgot the most important day of the fucking year,” he said, exasperated. 

“I’m not gonna do that.” You couldn’t do that was the correct answer. “Besides, I already had my fun. With the cake.” 

Ethan looked like he was going to explode.

“So I forget that today is your birthday. Not only do I not have a whole party and surprise for you, but I don’t even say happy birthday. And you spend the entire day alone, while I’m just fucking around on the other side of the country.”

“You were with your family, that’s not fucking around.” 

“While I’m just fucking around on the other side of the United States-” he repeated. “And your revenge on me was to buy yourself a cake...”

“And be petty about it,” you shrugged. He looked at you in disbelief. And honestly, you were surprised at yourself too. You’d been so hurt and mad earlier, but all that anger had left you somehow. Something about being with Ethan put you at peace, even in the most unsettling of situations.

“That wasn’t even being petty! What do you even mean!? How are you not screaming at me right now!?” He practically yelled. 

“I mean yeah, I was sad, but I pretty much hurt my own feelings.”

His face was actually red with frustration.

“Please explain what ridiculous way you’ve convinced yourself of that.”

You hesitated.

“It’s gonna make you sad.” 

He didn’t say anything, and you sighed, knowing he was gonna make you tell him. You looked down, toying with the hem of his shirt as you explained.

“Well, I thought it was kinda weird that you were going home so close to my birthday, so I kinda convinced myself that maybe you were surprising me or something. Like pretending to be gone, but actually you were gonna be here. And you seemed off while you were home, so I thought maybe you were just planning stuff, or maybe you were nervous about pulling it off. And I thought you asked me to go to Louis to get the clothes so you had time to set stuff up. But then when I got back I realized you were still in Jersey. So really it was only bad because I thought something was happening.”

“I am a piece of shit,” he repeated after a moment. 

“What was going on in Jersey that had you acting so weird?” You poised, trying to change the subject. He was going to continue beating himself up over forgetting, and there wasn’t much you could do to stop him, but you were genuinely curious as to what had been going on. You knew him well enough that you were sure that it was something - you’d just assumed wrong when guessing it was about you. 

His arms tightened around you slightly, pulling you to his chest while his cheek rested on your shoulder. Sometimes, he found it easier to talk about things when he wasn’t looking right at you. 

“It was Mom and Dad’s anniversary last week. It’s always really hard for her, and Grayson and I wanted to go see her to make sure she was alright, but we couldn’t get out there on the actual day. But we went to his grave on Tuesday, and I realized I hadn’t been back out there since the funeral. It stirred up a lot of emotions for everybody, but it was really nice being home with my family, even just for a little while. We facetimed with Cam while we were there, and she got upset too and wanted to see everybody so we got her a flight to come up for the day.”

You took a minute to process everything, and then you leaned back so that you could look at Ethan.

“Baby why didn’t you tell me? If I’d known all that I would have told you to stay longer.”

“I just... I didn’t want it to be a big deal. It shouldn’t be a big deal.” 

“Yes it should. Your family is the most important thing to you, it always has been and it always will be. That comes before anything,” you reassured him. “If your mom was having a hard time, you did the right thing by going to see her when you could.”

“My dad always handled everything so well. Always had a million things going on at once and never dropped anything. And I can’t even remember two fucking things.” His voice was getting rougher, and you could tell his throat was tight. You put a hand behind his neck, running your fingers through the hairs at the nape of it.

“I just wish I could be more like him. I always fuck everything up.” 

“You don’t Ethan. You’re more like your dad than you’ll ever know, he raised you to be an amazing man. I see parts of him in you everyday.” 

And for some reason those words broke him down, and he began to sob. You hadn’t seen him cry like that in a while, but when you had, no words could comfort him. So you just held him tightly and let him cry his way through it, running your fingers along his back gently and occasionally pressing a kiss to his temple. 

When he had finally cried himself out he just melted into your shoulder and let you hold him for a while. It was a few more minutes before he spoke.

“This must be a wonderful birthday for you. Your asshole boyfriend forgets about it, then comes home and spends the last hour of it in a panic attack and then bawling like a baby over his dead dad. I sure do know how to bring the party huh.” 

You leaned back to meet his eyes, and he had been so monotone through the whole thing that you couldn’t help but laugh. Your giggle caused him to start to crack, and before you knew it you were both cackling so hard you were crying.

“We’re quite the duo,” you teased, taking his face in your hands and wiping his tears away.

“I really am so sorry baby. I feel terrible.” 

“It’s alright Ethan. You had a reason, and to be honest it was kinda fun being petty for a minute. I don’t get to do it often,” you said. He was already forgiven. To your surprise, instead of arguing, he took your wrist in his hand, turning it to look at the time on your watch. 

11:58

“It’s still your birthday. Can I give you your present?”

“You got me a present?” You perked up.

“Of course I did, I’m not that shitty.”

“Gimme,” you smiled, holding out your hands. He smiled at that, putting his hands on your hips and lifting you off his lap. You watched him as he went to his closet, reaching behind one of his shoe boxes to pull out a small blue wrapped box, followed by an envelope. You made a grabby hand at it, making him chuckle as he handed them over.

“Which one should I open first?” 

“You’re the birthday girl, you decide,” he grinned.

You opted for the envelope, pulling it open and looking inside. There were a few pieces of paper, but you chose the one with Ethan’s handwriting on it first. In his messy scrawl you read:

plus a shopping spree for anything you want to take with us :) 

“Take with us? Where are we going?!” You exclaimed.

“Open the rest of it,” he urged. 

You reached in and found two plane tickets to Maui. 

“Holy shit! We’re going to Hawaii!?” 

“We leave in two weeks. I figured it was about time we went there by ourselves. I got us a nice little villa to stay at, and we’re gonna go clothes shopping for whatever you want. Though, I do request you pick out many, many bikinis.”

You smacked his chest before you kissed him.

“This is too much. Way too much.”

“Not possible. Here, open this one. It’s not as exciting, but I think you’ll still like it.” He passed you the box and ripped off the paper. What else could he have possibly gotten you?

When you pulled open the box, you gasped. It was a beautiful ring, with a raw black crystal on it that had a tiny blue stone nestled in it. It was obviously hand crafted, and it was just your style.

“Ethan this is beautiful,” you said, picking it up and admiring it. “What kind of crystal is this?”

“It’s black tourmaline, and the little stone is zircon, which is my birthstone. Black tourmaline is for protection, so it’s my promise to you that I’m always going to keep you safe.” He took the ring from your hand and slid it onto your finger. 

“I love you,” was the only response you could form as you crawled forward and settled yourself back in his lap. You kissed him hard, trying to say what you wanted without the words. No one had ever gotten you a gift so meaningful. He kissed you back, responding to each move you made, reciprocating as you lead, hands wandering. 

He took you by surprise when he stood up, hands moving to your ass as he lifted you and carried you towards the door.

“Where are we going?” In all honesty, you didn’t care. 

“I’m declaring it birthday week, and we’re celebrating every day. So we’re starting day two with cake.”

“I have sad news.”

His feet stopped and he looked at you, quirking an eyebrow.

“It’s not dairy free.”

He gasped a bit in mock hurt, but it turned into a smile that you kissed off his lips a moment later.

“Well then, I’ll just watch you eat cake and think of all the ways I’m going to spoil you until your next birthday to make up for this one.”

“Sounds like a plan to me.” 

[glassartpeasants]

Heartbreaker

Dabi x Reader

Warnings: Angst

A/N: Literally at this point my entire tumblr is just angst so far...

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You sat at the LoV’s hideout waiting for your boyfriend Dabi to return. You sat on the couch with Toga and Magne talking about the latest trends while laughing.

After you started dating Dabi he didn’t want you in his work business even though you knew what he did. So once you told him that you knew, he just decided to show you around. And hence why you meet Toga, Magne, Spinner, Kurogiri and Shigaraki. You usually only talk to Toga though.

‘He said he would be back around 3pm its 6pm, where is he?’ You thought to yourself as you looked at the clock annoyed at your late boyfriend. It was the second time he missed out on a important event for you! 

Today wax your birthday and he didn’t even say happy birthday to you, hell you havent seen him all day! HE was suppose to meet you here at 3 so you guys can go hang out together.

That obviously didn’t go as planned, as you were still here and Dabi was nowhere to be found.

“Hey don’t seem so down (y/n)! Im sure he just got stuck in traffic that’s all!” Spinner said trying to calm your tense being. But the thing is,

Dabi doesn’t drive.

“Yeah i guess im just overreacting...” You said trying to hide your sadness.

“But he should have been here by now! He promised (y/n)!” Toga exclaimed from her seat on the couch.

“She has a point...” You hear Shigaraki’s gravely voice tell you from the bar top. You look at him for a sec before sighing and calling it a night.

“So earlier?” Magne question as you walked out the door.

“Yeah im just not feeling well...” Well everyone knew that was a lie, but didn’t push it any further knowing you were already pissed as it is.

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You sat at your dining room table looking at your walmart bought cupcake which you had stuck a candle in. The flame moving around slowly as you stared at it. Your house was eerily quiet as you were the only one home. You took one good look at the candle and breathed deeply before making your wish,

“I wish my boyfriend wasn’t such an asshole.” You said as you blew the candle out. You grab the candle and pull it out from the cupcake so you could take a bite.

“At least i got the expensive ones...” You said as the taste of red velvet covered your mouth. You got up and went over to your room so you could sit on the bed and watch some movies on your laptop. 

You opened Netflix and scrolled through all they movies they had to offer. Which was mostly rom-cons and sad movies. But there were some horror which you took a better look at; they had all these sort of monster movies, paranormal, and just murder movies. You looked around and choose (favorite horror movie here).

You got ready by having some popcorn, blankets, the rest of the walmart cupcakes and your little string of Christmas lights you having hanging around your room.

“Okay show tim-” You were interrupted by a knock on the door. You sighed knowing who would be on the other end of it. You got up from your little homemade cocoon, and walked towards the door. you put up the little chain on the door in case it wasn’t Dabi. You open the door silently and it was indeed Dabi.

Well a drunk Dabi. 

“What are you doing here Dabi?” You said as you tried to hide the anger that was slowly bubbling up inside you.

“I-I came to ch-check up on y-you!” He hiccuped through the entire sentence. A small giggle in his voice.

“Im fine now go away!” You said trying to shut the door but he put his foot in it.

“Come o-on! I came to ha-hang here f-for your birthday!” He said pouting. You turn around to look at the time, 9pm.

“You said you would hang out with me at 3 Dabi! That was 6 hours ago.” You said with a layer of poison in your words.

“Sh-shit really?” He said picking up his phone and checking on the time, seeing you were right.

“O-oh my bad, haha, i was to b-busy drinking a-at the h-hideout!” Well that was a huge lie.

“Really now?” You said through gritted teeth.

“Y-yep!”

“Huh funny considering i was there all day.” You said as Dabi’s eyes widen like a deer in headlights.

“Yeah, so mind telling me where you really were?” You said as you could not contain your anger much longer.

“Well I-I...” You stop him before he can continue.

“I dont want to hear it Dabi, this isn’t the first time you lied to me and it isn’t the last am i correct?! Do you know how much it hurts me to see that my boyfriend doesn’t even care enough to come by and celebrate my birthday?!” You said as tears threatened to spill down your face.

“Im s-sorry (y/n).” You looked at him with a glare when you noticed a paticular red marks that were barely cover by his white shirt.

“WHAT THE HELL ARE THOSE?!” You yelled at the scarred male. He looked down and saw the hickeys that covered his chest then back up at you and immediately tried to explain what they were doing there.

“A-are you cheating on me Dabi?” You said as your tone cracked as your tears now spilling down your face.

“What! No! I-” He stopped himself right there before looking at the ground.

“Im sorry (y/n)..” He said looking down. You kicked his foot from the door and slammed the door in his face. Tears covering your eyes as you ran to your room and cried into your pillow completely forgetting about your little movie night setup.

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About a week has past since your little fight with Dabi. He showed no sign of coming to talk about what happened that night. Good, you couldn’t bare to look at him knowing he had cheated on you. Anger filled ever vein in your body. 

“Stupid Dabi breaking my heart...” You grumbled under your breath as you walked on the sidewalk on your way to go grab some food. You were a mixture of hurt and anger. 

As you walked down the sidewalk a herd of people came running at you. You tried to move out of the way, only bumping into a few people. You turn to see what they were frightened about and didn’t see anything util a bright blue flame popped into sight.

“Shit Dabi.” You run through the crowd bumping into people on the way there. You got to where you found the flame arising. 

“Crap what do i do now?!” You run towards him as he spit fire from his palms in every direction. Before you could even say anything a bright blue hurled it’s self at you.

You let out a scream as the flame engulfed your body. Burning your skin to the max. You fall to the ground passing out from the unbearable pain that you had just faced. 

Your body was almost burnt to a crisp until the blue flame stopped and you hear manic footsteps running your way screaming your name. Your eyes letting out the only tears that they could produce as you felt your limp body get held up by two hands.

“Come on come on! What were you thinking?!” You heard the familiar panicked voice. You tried to talk but the only thing that came out were groans of pain. Your eyes closed as you could feel your body slowly shutting down.

“Hey! Hey! Open your eyes Damnit!” You could feel his panting breath against your burning skin, still sizzling from the heat. Your body to weak to open your eyes as breathing became almost to painful to do.

“Im sorry okay! Now stop! Don’t leave god damnit!” His voice was cracking as he looked at your limp body knowing he was the cause of all your pain.

“If i could take back what i did i would! Just please don’t leave me...” His voice quiet so only you could hear, a vulnerable state evident in his voice.

Your breathing was slowly but surely coming to a stop as you whole body went completely lifeless in his arms. You took one last final breathe before a coat of darkness surrounds you.