#like all the dds are 5 foot

[umblrspectrum]

@runitails how does it feel being the funniest person ive ever seen

[factual-fantasy]

23-ish Asks! :DD Fun pictures ahead!

--!!FNAF MOVIE SPOILERS!!--

@mbm-artist @pinkbomb08 @tadssstrange

AH! Happy Halloween! Sorry I am late to respond to you trick or treaters. I have been really busy lately with a project. For your patience and for waiting at my door step for several days- I reward you with only the finest delicacies I have to offer,

Be sure to devour it all in 1 sitting ya hear? :}

@jackal-lantern @trotg2367

I have seen the FNAF movie. And I have more negative things to say than positive <XD

The positive things being, MAT PAT YEAAAAHHHH- The first spook with Bonnie following the formula of the first game was THE BEST THING EVER. I'm so glad that Markiplier was fully intended to be a part of the movie. Its a bummer that he couldn't make it but its the thought that counts. <:) (He was busy working on Iron Lung and the schedules just didn't line up. He explains it all in this stream-)

Now for the negatives. Oh boy <XD Out of order- the movie wasn't nearly as scary as I expected. I was kind'a disappointed really. That 1 tense scene with Bonnie disappearing off stage was EXCELLENT but otherwise the scares were kind'a lackluster.. I feel like the scare with Foxy running down the hall needed the added sound of his thumping foot steps getting louder as they approached. Like in the game. That would have been scarier to me and would have been a call back, like Bonnie! Although I do appreciate that it was added at all. I would have been more disappointed if there wasn't a Foxy running down the hall scene <XD

Of course I wasn't a fan of the carbon copy of Vanessa being Williams daughter for obvious lore reasons. I didn't like how much the animatronics moved and how blatantly alive they were. It took away so much of the horror for me. Also how quickly Mike just.. accepted that they were ghosts?? It took like 3 minutes to convince him. I wished they had stuck with the scares and the atmosphere of the first game. It would have been a lot scarier to me that way. Also not even mentioning the missed scare of someone opening one of their stomachs and finding a dead child all disfigured and crammed inside..

Also the animatronics looked FANTASTIC, although.. considering that Freddy's has been shut down for a while. Wouldn't they be a bit more worn? Like, they're in mint condition. While the building around them is in shambles and dirty. You could say Vanessa has been keeping up the maintenance, but I still think they'd show some age.. also missed opportunity to make them scarier by making them look like the withers! Bonnie's face falling off to show a disfigured childs face behind?? Dude the missed potential!

I also don't like the inclusion if Springtrap for lore reasons. That happens later! Also WHY is the Spring Bonnie suit all worn and messed up? That happens AFTER he gets spring locked! People would still know its William/Springtrap without making the suit already worn and old- GAAHHH! I could ramble on and on about all the stupid little nit picks I have about this movie. I have been a fan for a long time and had high expectations. But that doesn't mean I should rip this movie to shreds.

I gotta stop looking at all the down sides and really focus on the things I loved. The animatronics looked amazing, they were perfect. Especially Foxy. The inclusion/intended inclusion of Mat Pat, Markiplier and Cory(?) was wonderful. And a total surprise to me! The movie wasn't as bad as I feared it would be. It definitely wasn't as bad as it could have been. And for that I am grateful.

Overall I give ittt.... mmmm, a 5-6 out of 10..? <:D

Over the span of 10 years? Yeah.. likely 100s.. :(

I kind'a imagined the mirrors as like.. pressing the walls of two timelines/AUs together and poking a hole through them. There isn't really a space in between, its like a doorway. Now that's not to say that those void spaces don't exist- I'm just saying that how I imagined Jevil mirrors to work.

Could poking those metaphorical holes in the walls of an AU be more.. literal? Could Jevil going in and out of an AU multiple times eventually harm it in someway? Who knows.. Jevil would rather not dwell on it <XD

You're right on the money pal. All of Jevils food is given to Seam. He wont eat unless Seam has eaten. He wont sleep unless Seam is already asleep. He cant sleep when he tries but still All their new clothes and blankets go right to Seam. If they're camping out in the woods? Jevil will stay awake the whole night to keep the fire going.

Its really hard for Seam to see Jevil like this. Seam tries really hard to cover up when he's uncomfortable or unwell. He tries to keep up an image and tries to reassure Jevil that he's alright. But sometimes he just cant. Sometimes he's so hungry he's doubled over in pain with tears welling in his eye. Sometimes he's aching so much that he cant move. Sometimes he's so cold he loses feeling in his hands and feet..

He cant hide it then. And he cant convince Jevil that he needs to eat too. That he needs sleep too. Its really hard for the both of them..

Thaaaat would not work for my Seam <XD

My Seam is more of an organic creature rather than a stuffed doll. Cutting off his hands would just cause him to bleed. A lot. And without a powerful Darkener that can heal, I don't know if they could be reattached-

Peach/Mario and Daisy/Luigi are like, the ONLY exceptions I can think of. Both of those pairings are like, 99% canon/heavily suggested. If not just straight up canon.

Also unlike other ships/canon stuff, I really like those two pairings. I think they're neat :}

Its hard to say who had the worse punishment. I mean, suffering is suffering. And if you asked Seam, he'd say Jevil suffered more. And if you asked Jevil he'd say Seam suffered more. I guess its a matter of what you think is worse.

Jevil was locked away for years, by his own best friend. That magical aura that used to be his only comfort was now oppressing him. He was locked away with no contact with anyone for years. Except maybe occasionally King would venture down there and beat him up. Just to make Seam upset or becuase he just felt like it.

He was alone for years. It was dark, cold, and maddening. Always on the edge of starving and living in fear everyday that King would come back and beat him up again. His best friend had betrayed him.. yet he was still scared for Seam. He was all alone up there. Who knows how the King is treating him.. it was horrible..

Then you have Seam. Forced between a rock and a hard place. He betrayed his best friend and has lived with the crushing guilt ever since. He tried to visit Jevil to apologize, to explain himself- but he was caught.

His eye was gouged out and his mouth stitched shut. His neck and wrists were bound by shackles. He did his very best to bend to the Kings will. In hopes that King would not hurt him. But it was never enough. Seam suffered constant abuse by the King for years. The shackles drained his energy but he was still required to preform for the King. Its like King was toying with him, trying to see how far he would bend before breaking.

It took Jevil disappearing from his cell to break him. Seam thought that Jevil had died. His best friend. Who he had wronged and locked away, just died. All alone in a cell that he made.

As if it couldn't get worse. King accused him of letting Jevil go. And he was going to be punished for it. With Jevil dead, and a no doubt horrible punishment awaiting him.. there was nothing left to live for.. so he tried to.. well. You know..

Thankfully Jevil showed up just in time and got them both out of there! Ahahahahh aaaa <:DDDD Yeahh,,,,

Yes! Exactly! :D I go off the idea that Undertale and Deltarune are the "original" timelines. And everyone from my AU is from some kind of offshoot of those two timelines.

The chains don't make him sick to his stomach thankfully. But they do make him weaker in every way. His immune system is weakened, so he's more vulnerable to catching viruses.

His energy is also completely sapped. He feels sore and hungry all the time. He likely deals with back and shoulder pain due to the neck shackle and having to hold up his arms all the time.. :(

As much as Asgore might want to give that wretched King a piece of his mind.. Asgore isn't a fool. If he ever encountered the King, his immediate goal would be to get himself, and the rest of the group as far away from him as possible.

He didn't mistake him for another Spade King no,, but Seam and Jevil immediately noticed his royal vibe/appearance and was rather unsettled.. :{

@neojet280

Awww, the gang take big sleepies :}}

Grillby does eventually come around and apologize for beatin up Jevil. Jevil is quick to forgive him and states there's no hard feelings. :}

Thankfully Jevil does end up fully healing with minimal to no scarring. The burns looked pretty bad but Jevil was only held for a few seconds. Plus Darkeners probably heal differently so I'd like to say he ended up just fine :} 👍

I wasn't able to find the sketches I made of this--

But what I had in mind was DA was like this giant flat sun/moon with 2 white gloved, disembodied hands. He looks like this basically-

He is attached to the ceiling/walls and probably roams around playing music and monitoring everything. His personality is somewhat the same but he's more mellow and relaxed. He runs the arcade naturally.

I pictured DJMM looking like my Glamrock DJ but clown themed maybe? His proportions could be different and maybe his face is changed up a bit.. but overall its just DJ as a clown and he runs the daycare. His personality is mostly the same but he's more energetic.

@tallchest13-blog

XD I'm thinking that King will get what's coming to him eventually..

(Also thank you so much! :}})

The sad part about that is Seam isn't even that old. He's maybe in his 40-50s I imagined. He just looks so much older because all the stress and abuse has really weighed him down/aged him.. :'(((

Almost,, but no. Typically a generational gap is measured by 15-20 years. I imagined that the age gap between Seam and Jevil to be around 10-15 years or so..? So not quite intergenerational. :/

@soft-kachan

That miiiiiight make his grief worse..? I'm no expert on grief thankfully- but I imagine having a plushie that looks like your dead child miiiight stunt the healing process..?

What Grillby needs is to heal and move on from those deaths. So maybe not a plush of his child, but just a plush of something in general? Something that he can hold/hug when he needs too. If not that maybe Seam could make use of that fire proof fabric and make him some new clothes? 👀

@petra-creat0r

AAAAAA THANK YOUU SO MUCH!!!! 💗💗😭🍤💗

A while ago I actually drew what I imagine true swap Vanessa to look like! :}

Short-ish blonde hair that's tied up in a ponytail, purple Bonnie sweater and maybe bowling ally friendly yellow sneakers? Bandages on the face and baggy socks, all what you'd expect.

Now for Gregory I imagined his hair is cut neat and short. Maybe he's totally clean shaven as well. He's unusually neat and spiffy.. Almost like he's trying to keep up a clean and organized image..? 👀

His backstory will probably be similar/the same as Vanessa's. And his costume will probably be based off Fredbear instead of Spring Bonnie. Not sure what his other name would be though.. 🤔

@beryl-shade

This post I made talks all about Grillby's color changes and what they mean. So I'll take a snip bit of it! :}

If its hard to read the TLDR is that he's sad and burning very hot. :( Though the Deltarune AU Grillby is less "I'm sad :( I burn hotter now" and more "I am overcome with grief and have completely lost control of my body" :x

[manjiroia]

𝐓𝐎𝐊𝐘𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 ♡ sano manjiro, haruchiyo sanzu, haitani ran + rindou, kakucho + hajime kokonoi, draken, hanma + NEW BOY TAIJU :DD

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ♡ timeskip!characters , fluff , gn reader , trying something new and putting in SMUT (in detail, twitter links ;) afab reader) , minors- gtfo

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ♡ I come back and find out we hit a 1k milestone, so I made these. I apologise if some are OOC, I'm a little out of practice... but anyways, enjoy ♡

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ 𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐘 that keeps at least one arm around you at all times. he's gone through so much, he *needs* to make sure nothing happens to you too ✧ so many kisses... sometimes you need to stop him with your hand on his mouth ✧ ... please give him affection soon though.. we don't want him raging through a meeting cause he's touch starved :')

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐘𝐎 who always comes home with blood stains on his suits, looking for you to clean him up. smiling when you hassle and nag him for not taking enough care of himself, and just chuckles + gives you a headpat instead ✧ he has a hand on your ass EVERYWHERE... literally all the time ✧ it just looks so holdable and cupable, can you blame him?

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ 𝐑𝐀𝐍 that never fails to give you a sweet good morning kiss when he wakes up, makes you breakfast in bed and before he leaves for work. he just loves showing his affection to you ✧ another man that needs to be touching you, it's like someting they all have in common ✧ definitely makes "jokes" about marrying you and knocking you up ✧ its not a joke, but he doesn't think you know that

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐔 that always gets the faintest blush on his cheeks when he makes the first move. whether its holding your hand or asking if you want to go out for dinner. he's just shy and anxious about your response :')) ✧ when you bring him his lunch cause he forgot?? mannnn ✧ expect him all blushy and shit in the office ✧ he always comes home with a new bouquet at night for you when it does happen, stuttering out a quiet "thanks" for bringing his lunch to work :')) ✧ so cute

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ 𝐊𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐎 who holds the hem of your shirt whenever the both of you have to go grocery shopping. the scar over his eye doesn't help with the stares he gets, only feeling his heart thud comfortably in his chest when you look up at him with a soft smile ✧ I DON'T CARE WHAT ANYONE SAYS - he loves headpats ✧ nuzzles into your palm and everything ✧ when he wants one but your not offering, he just bends his head down quietly and waits for you to pat him

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ 𝐇𝐀𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐄.... this man, he's always buying you something new every week. he's subtly looking over your shoulder whenever your on a shopping website, making a mental note of it and buying it for you at the end on the week. ✧ .... *sigh* ✧ I hope you have a really big house, if not- it's fine. he'll just buy one and fill it with all the shit he's bought for you ✧ you really need to put your foot down though when it gets too much, like.... who needs 5 different cars for work?

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ 𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐘 ONE TWO

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐘𝐎 ONE TWO

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ 𝐑𝐀𝐍 ONE TWO

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐔 ONE TWO

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ 𝐊𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐎 ONE TWO

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ 𝐇𝐀𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐄 ONE TWO

𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐔𝐒 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐍 ONE

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐌𝐀 ONE

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ 𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐉𝐔 ONE

this is just all 3 of them (seperately) and this

𝑟𝑒𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑 ♡

[ammonitetheartist]

BUNCH more OC stuff heheh

This time for Weird Frog, Packleader, and Cure!

[Image ID: 5 drawings depicting sketches of various Murder Drones fan characters.

The first depicts Weird Frog, a Sentinel resembling a Jurassic Park-style Dilophosaurus. At the top-left is a first draft of the head and neck, while at the bottom-left are a pair of more finalized sketches, one with the neck frill at rest and the other with the frill flared open. In the middle is a fullbody sketch, on top of which is a smaller version that is colored in greenish-grey tones and cyan eyes - with a sample palette of these colors to the very center-right. The final sketch shows a top view of the bladelike tail.

The second drawing depicts the Packleader, a large Sentinel on all fours. It has five eyes instead of the usual three. At the top-left is a first draft of the head and neck, labeled ‘movable horn-like appendages (similar to a Night Fury)’ and ‘neck ridges’. Right next to it is a sketch of the head from above, labeled ‘very broad snout’. To the right is a first draft of an arm, followed by a more finalized sketch with added claws and arm quills, labeled ‘quills on arm’. At the bottom is a fullbody sketch of the Packleader, the ridges on its back labeled ‘thin and bladelike’, and the fins on its tail labeled ‘fins can be folded down’.

The third drawing is the fullybody sketch of the Packleader from the previous drawing, but colored in various blueish-gray tones, with sky-blue eyes. Above is a sample palette of the colors used.

The fourth drawing depicts Cure PHX, who has a Sentinel-like snout with a beak, and Murder Drone-like arms for lower legs. At the top is a bust sketch of them, wearing a chainmail scarf labeled ‘chain link scarf gives a bit of protection + tool to potentially frustrate attack by natite stinger’ and a loop of string with a small vial attached, labeled ‘container of DD saliva’. Three sketches directly below show their foot in two of them, labeled ‘rotatable spur on inside of each ankle to inject melatonin-like substance’, and their leg in the last, labeled ‘substance contained in reservoir inside each leg, refilled through this port’. The bottom row of sketches (from left to right) are: a top-view sketch of their tail with the tail feathers spread, a bust sketch labeled ‘stun lights re-worked to fire painkilling signal’, two sketches of a leg labeled ‘some kind of slots in there; claw deployment re-worked from DD arms’ and ‘three claws in front, one in back’, and a sketch of the top jaw’s inside, labeled ‘secondary set of teeth in back of top jaw, similar to a mosasaur’.

The fifth drawing is a size comparison between Weird Frog (greenish silhouette), an average Sentinel (silver silhouette), and the Packleader (dark grey silhouette). Weird Frog’s head reaches just above the average Sentinel’s shoulder, while the average Sentinel’s head barely reaches the Packleader’s shoulder while the latter is on all fours. At the top-left is a color key labeled with the corresponding characters’ names. End ID]

[petertingle-yipyip]

WORLD CLASS SINNER - FRANK CASTLE

one - deja vu

tags: n/a two // masterlist // MAD AT GOD (DD CANON)

welcome back to the MAG universe! this time around we are rolling through the Punisher series. i’m so excited to develop her friendship with Frank and see what happens between her and Billy!

Pairing: Billy x Livia (casual), Frank x Livia (platonic)

Word Count: 5, 728

Summary: Being back in the Kitchen almost immediately pulls her back into a fight. But without Matt, what has she become?

You moved over quickly, using Luke as footing to jump from after he knocked her into a short spin so she faced away from you. You moved in a fluid motion to connect the wires between your wrists as you hooked one leg over her shoulders and jammed the other against her spine. You leaned forward enough to get the wire across her throat before you dropped to land on your feet.

She was quick to flip her sai in her grip and slam it through your thigh. Your leg buckled and she used the chance to free herself, spinning to slam her foot against the side of your head. You fell to your back with a wet thump and you pushed to your elbows, craning your neck to see her weapon skewering your thigh. The red stained tip poked through and any movement sent a sharp pain through your body, eminating deep within your bone. She dared to move closer and you kicked the opposing foot against her chest.

Once that foot landed back on the ground, the pain on the other side made you cry out. You managed to drag yourself to your feet and stood unsteadily, hopping on your good leg to try and maintain balance. You reached awkwardly behind yourself for your staffs, having to connect them quickly and use them as a cane for the moment.

“You’ll die down here with us.” Elektra’s voice taunted you, though she was no where to be seen. “As you should.”

You hobbled in a small circle while you tried to find where the voice was coming from. But there was no one, not even the ghost of footsteps or shuffles to give her away. The rest of your group was gone, as if they never came down with you. Not even the elevator.

Hadn’t they just been there?

The tunnels around you stretched as far as you could see, dripping and collecting small puddles. Your labored breathing filled the silence between drips and you felt something eerily out of place about the whole thing.

“Come on then.” You challenged weakly. A deep breathe before you screamed into the wet darkness. “Come out and kill me!”

“Livia.” He said calmly and you spun so fast you nearly slipped in the water. But when you glanced down to find your footing, you were in a puddle of blood. All of the water had turned to blood. You closed your eyes tightly and shook your head, assuming it was your own mania creeping in, but when you opened them the sight hadn’t changed.

“This is what you wanted.” He used the same eerily calm tone, even as the ground shook beneath your feet.

“You should’ve left.” You said angrily as the drips began to land on your forehead. “You shouldn’t be here, Matt.”

“Then why didn’t you keep him safe?” Elektra appeared at his side, walking around him like a predator taunting her prey. Her fingers trailed along the back of his shoulders.

But even in the dim light, neither of them looked like themselves. They were soaking wet and it looked it was water on their bodies, but it reflected red once it hit the ground. Their skins were tinted blue, cyanotic to match their puffy lips and swollen bodies. Their eyes were hollow, sunken in and hardly even there. Everytime their mouths open, blood spilled. They looked like corpses that had been left at the bottom of the river for months to decay in silence.

“I tried.” You answered but the sound barely registered.

Your eye suddenly stung and when you reached to wipe it, your hand came back with fresh red blood. The scar above your eye, the deep gash your mask left from your fight with Fisk, was now fresh and seeping into your eye. The scar on your cheekbone stained the lower half of your face. Your chest snapped and the cartilage fell loose and the old cracks in your ribs fell open. One by one, old injuries became fresh again and each one felt like a hit to your stamina, to your strength, until you fell back to your knees.

Elektra appeared in front of you now, reaching with a sadistic smile for her sai that still dripped with your blood. You tried to back away but landed against Matt, who moved quickly to pin you to the ground. You struggled against him, but he leaned more of his weight against you and left you flailing and kicking.

“Matt? Matt, what are you doing?” You said in a panic but your own blood filled your mouth.

Elektra twisted the weapon in your leg and you screamed out, a gurggled sound that nearly choked you. You kicked your other foot at her but it moved through her, as if she was never really there.

“You’ll die. Painfully.” She threatened before a second sai appeared in her hands.

She climbed over your body, knees on either side of your ribs as she lined her weapon with the center of your chest. By then you were crying, hair sticking to your face and thrashing your body under her weight. But she didn’t move. Matt didn’t move. Instead, they offered each other wicked smiles before both looking down at you.

“You could’ve saved me, Livvy… Why didn’t you?” Matt asked.

You opened your mouth to answer but before your voice could find you, Elektra’s weapon began to press into your chest.

Breaking the skin earned a whine.

Her jamming the heel of her hand against it to break through your sternum drew a groan.

Her slow, intentional pressure against your heart earned a plead.

“I can fix this.” You tried, barely a whisper above the shattering thuds of collapsing rock.

“If you could’ve…” She said lowly, leaning forward to meet your panicked eyes, dripping blood from her lips. “You would’ve already.”

Your eyes went wide at the wet sound of the sai piercing your heart.

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You shot up in your bed and a hand instantly moved to your cheek. The skin was clear of blood but covered in a layer of sweat. You felt above your brow and found the same. With a small noise of stress, you threw your comforter back and shuffled to the bathroom. A hand was rubbing the center of your chest, haunted by the tip of Elektra’s weapon.

You flipped the light, squinting through it for a minute until your eyes adjusted. You planted both hands against the countertop and leaned in to see the faint lines of scars around your eye. The subtle discolorations that followed the shape of your mask, permanent memories of your time as a vigilante, of that hole deep inside you that you couldn’t quite fill. Quantico had done very little towards that gaping feeling, that hole somewhere too deep for you reach that felt like it would swallow you everyday.

You thought that FBI training, getting away from the Kitchen, would maybe be good for you. It’d be time to breathe, maybe even grieve. But those words didn’t seem to mean anything to you anymore. It just felt like they were adding to that depth, sucking out any remnants of progress you had made.

Maybe coming home wasn’t going to be any better.

You blew out a sigh and splashed your face with cold water, a contrast to the heat that seemed to live in your blood now. You felt warm, everywhere you went. No matter the temperature outside, you were boiling inside. But if someone were to touch your skin, they’d never know.

That was who you were now. Not Livia. Not even Exodus. You were someone else. Someone with Livia’s memories and tendencies, with Exodus’ mania and skills, but other things were left unaccounted for. Who’s morals did you maintain? Who’s relationships were important?

Who’s heart beat in your chest? Who’s blood was in your veins?

But if you thought about it too long, Matt’s voice would creep into your thoughts. Random things he had told you throughout the time you knew him. Empty promises he made to Exodus. Honest sentiment he gave to Livia. The last words you heard him say.

You shoved those thoughts to a deep corner of your mind as you headed back to the living room. The chest in the closet seemed to call out to you. The chest full of boxing memorabilia pertaining to Matt’s father, some of his own collection and some you were able to add for him, one of his bibles, and the false bottom that allowed him to hide his suit.

The suit that would never be there again.

You sighed and shook your head before heading to your bedroom to find clothes for the day. You might as well get ready since you knew your mind wasn’t going to let you sleep again anytime soon.

Wasting as much time as you could, you got ready and headed out into the city. You had been back from Quantico for about a week and you were trying to settle back into the Kitchen, but the nightmare of Midland haunted you every night. It was a little different everytime, sometimes the words they spoke to you changed and once it was Matt that killed you with your own blade, but it always the same premise. The three of you, everything coated in blood, and you died.

It was either your conscious gnawing at you and refusing to let you escape, even in sleep, or it was the universe telling you that death would find you. Either way, it never left your mind.

As you were out, you saw Matt in every face. Everywhere you went, you saw him. You almost called his name a few times until you got a better look and remembered he was dead. It felt like you were losing yourself in the grief, in the hopes that it was all a bad dream. Maybe you were still dreaming?

But then someone bumped your shoulder walking by and you knew you weren’t. Weeks had passed and you still couldn’t fully stomach the fact that he was gone. In your mind, you just wanted him there and he was everywhere but nowhere all at once.

You were wandering your usual streets, fighting through the relentless deja vu, stopping at one of the few lunch spots you missed, and ended up at the only building you thought could help. It was one of the few places you didn’t avoid prior to your time away, and now, maybe it was the only chance to cool the blaze under your skin. To fill the hole.

You walked in with a shaky breath and found Father Lantom outside the confessional, talking to one of the nuns with hushed urgency. But as you approached, he sent the nun away and turned to you with a small but welcoming smile. He gestured to the small, private conversation box and you simply nodded. He stepped inside first and you followed suit into your side about a minute later.

“Good to have you back.” Father Lantom said after a short silence. “How was your training?”

“Good, yeah, it was good.” You answered simply. “Dex said everything went really well so now it’s just waiting for approval or something, I don’t really remember…”

“It was quick.”

“Yeah, it was a specialty.. Accelerated… Accelerated program.” Your eyes fell and you noticed you were wringing your fingers. Since when did you do that? “Look, Father, I don’t know if there’s something I’m supposed to say to start this but…”

“Whatever you need to say, Alivia.” He offered genuinely. “Whenever you’re ready to say it.”

“I keep having this nightmare, Elektra and Matt and me. Under Midland and we all die together… Usually El does it but Matt’s done it too, killed me. And I thought being away would make it easier. But it feels worse… I can’t sleep. I hardly eat. I just feel empty.”

“Have you ever felt anything like this before?”

“When I was younger, when I realized what I was going to have to do in the Red Room. I didn’t feel like a person…”

“Hmm..”

“But then I got out and out of nowhere I meet Matt and suddenly… It was like my heart was beating in my chest for the first time.” You couldn’t fight the sad smile that stretched your lips. “Now, it’s like anytime I think about him, my heart can’t beat. It’s just there, weighing down my chest like a rock.”

“When Matt would first tell me about his night activities, he was so twisted up about some of the things he found.” He spoke carefully, treading a fine line between breaking the seal of confession and finding the details that he hoped would offer you comfort. “Some of the things he had seen, what some people in this town were capable of…”

“People like me?”

“No. He never spoke unkindly about you, even before he knew.”

That seemed to fill the hole a little but the blaze remained.

“Yeah, he wasn’t the type…” You sniffled. “Were you able to help him?”

“What I offered wasn’t the help he needed. I could offer bible verses and quotes to him every day, but he knew them all. He knew the stories and the psalms as easy as he knew his way here.”

“So what’d you say?”

“I told him to listen to his heart, because his had always been good. Angry and hurt, yes, but also good.”

“I’ve never felt this alone.” You spoke, a distance in your voice as you stared at the wood door in front of you. “I’ve been left before, by others and by my own choice. I’ve sabotaged my life to a point where I had to be alone and I’ve sacrificed my lifestyle to protect people around… I don’t want to feel this again.”

“Feeling these kinds of things is what makes us human.”

“Yeah..” You nodded, finding the familiar mental ledge that could take it all away. That could turn it all off so it didn’t matter, that would let Livia rest. All you had to do… Was give her… A little push. “Maybe that humanity is the issue.”

“Guilt is a good thing.. It’s a soul’s call to action, the innate feeling that something is wrong. The only way to rid yourself of it is to correct your mistakes.”

“Correct my mistakes…” You repeated slowly. “I can’t correct this one… Not the way I’d need to. But I know how to get rid of these feelings.”

“Alivia?” He asked quickly and the concern was palpable in his voice.

“Thanks, Father… It’s been nice catching up.”

And with that, you left the church. You took a deep breathe when you stepped out, the crisp New York air hitting you as soon as you stepped out. There was something freeing in that breath. The heat still blazed with every beat of your stoned heart, leaving a trail of warmth through your veins. The hole still lived in your soul but now you fed it, all the sorrow and despair and loneliness was shoved into the hole. It didn’t fill it by any means, but it satisfied it enough that it wouldn’t swallow you whole. It allowed you to live, and for now that was enough.

The rest of your day was relatively uneventful. You went home for a while and did some reorganzing. You cleaned up some of Matt’s leftover belongings that you were unable to touch before. You even started a pile of things that you figured you should donate. Someone else in the Kitchen could probably use some of those suits.

You took down some photos and put them in the closet with his chest. You even took down that painting from the art gallery you bought. It was the red one Vanessa had showed you. You bought it because you had liked it. It made you think of the Man in the Mask and how turbulent your relationship was but now that he was gone, it was just another token of a dead life. So you shoved it away as well.

You cleaned some of the things you had been neglecting and began to feel like you were actually getting some sort of normalcy back. It wasn’t the normalcy that Matt would’ve wanted for you. You could recognize that, but you never expected to have that anyway. You never had the normalcy he wanted for you when he wasn’t around, so you felt no requirement to find it now that he was gone. And maybe you owed it to his memory to live a real life, live a life of peace, but that was never part of you.

It was later that night when you realized what day it was.

Curtis’ support group for veterans.

You were always welcomed there, ever since you started with Anvil. He never made you talk but the option was always there. And you did, occasionally, if only to shut down one of the other guys. There was a certain respect from Curtis that you didn’t find in other people. He knew you were from an ‘elite covert kill squad’ since childhood but he didn’t ask other questions. He didn’t need to know everything to know that you were lost. It was refreshing and you liked to stay after official sessions to talk about whatever you were thinking or feeling.

But glancing at the time, it was too late for that. So you shrugged it off and decided you’d go next time. At least to say hello to an old friend, the least judgemental one you had left. Instead, you decided you’d go to the bookstore and add to your to-be-read collection while continuing to ignore texts from everyone that knew you.

It wasn’t long until alleged vigilantism found it’s way to you. That next morning, stories of an assault at a construction zone hit your ears. Bodies found under fresh concrete with more blunt force injuries than they should’ve had. Then, estimated to be a few hours later, a hit against a prominent crime family.

It had a familiarity to it that you couldn’t quite place, but it gave you an odd sense of comfort. There was the haunt of concern in your bones, as if you worried that there was something left unanswered within you, but Matt took that part with him. When he died, so did that part of you that wanted to do something good. That wanted to help the neighborhood you loved. You liked the fact that someone else was handling it for you, but you’d be lying if you said it didn’t vaguely set off an old itch that liked to be scratched. An old manic, sadistic, worrisome itch that could easily spiral to a full blown bloodbath.

So instead, you carried on with your day. You went to the grocery store to refill your fridge and your pantry. You bought some new clothes, more fitting for an FBI agent, and got some plastic totes to put away some of Matt’s things. The things you didn’t want to look at but couldn’t quite bring yourself to get rid of.

While you were out, you decided to stop by an old warehouse. You weren’t even sure if he would be there, but it was the only starting point you had. You knocked lightly on the door before heading inside, watching the corners and dark shadows carefully.

“Melvin.” You called out when you saw the vague shape of a man sweeping in the corner. “I just wanna talk.”

“Whoever you are, I don’t talk.” He said sharply, coming into full view with a wrench gripped tightly in his hands. “Just go on back the way you came and this never happened.”

“We had a mutual friend.” You said simply, lifting your head a little. “Our Man in the Mask.”

“Shit.” He breathed, slowly dropping the wrench. “I uh, heard he’s gone… That true?”

“Yeah. Your suit protected him from a lot but couldn’t withstand a falling building.”

“Shit.” He said again.

“Mmm.” You agreed. “I came to ask you for something. A vest. Clean lines, simple build. Something I can wear daily, under my normal clothes.”

“Guess that makes you Exodus, huh?” He broke into a small smile that didn’t last. “Sorry but I don’t do that anymore.”

“Yeah, I figured… Neither do I, not really. Ever since Red went down, I…” You took a deep breath. “I got a good job lined up, just need a little something.”

He sighed heavily and turned to the ceiling before facing you again.

“I’ll do you a favor, just this once cause your friend always kept his word. But don’t expect anything else.” He said firmly, pointing a finger at you.

“One and done.” You nodded.

“Alright.. Ah jeez, okay. Your measurements the same? Red and black still?”

“Yeah, pretty much.” You looked at your arms and chest. “And uh, no. No red.”

“C’mon.” He guffawed. “You and Daredevil were partners. You don’t want anything to remember him?”

“Just do whatever.” You shrugged. “How much?”

“It’s on me. I never charged your buddy so… Just gimme a day or two. I’ll get you something nice.”

“I appreciate it.” You offered a smile, though you didn’t quite mean it. “Thanks, Melvin.”

“Yeah, yeah.” He waved you off. “Don’t ask me for nothing. Alright? I mean it.”

“I get it.” You insisted as you backed towards the door. “Looking forward to it.”

Later that day, not long after you had unloaded all of your groceries, a hard knock sounded at your door. You ignored it, assuming it was just your friends coming to see if you were home yet. Either that, some kids screwing around, or it was just someone from your past coming to kill you. Who exactly was out to get you at that point, you weren’t sure, but there were enough skeletons in your closet that hadn’t fallen out yet. So you went about your business until the door flew open and someone rushed in.

Calmly, you grabbed the gun you tucked between the fridge and wall and turned to face whoever was in your apartment. You gripped it comfortably and cleared your throat, seeing them turn with a sharp gasp. Your brows raised expectantly and Karen’s hands shot up instantly.

“God, Livia, you scared me.” She breathed before covering a hand to her chest. “How long have you been back?”

“How often do you come into my apartment?” You asked instead, lowering the gun but not putting it down.

“I just-” She tried to explain but her eyes kept falling to the gun. “Can you put that down, please?”

“Don’t trust me anymore?” You raised your brows before tucking the gun into the back of your waistband. “Answer my question.”

“Has he reached out to you?” She asked instead.

“I’m not playing games, Karen. If you have something to tell me, then spit it out and get out of my apartment. If you only came here to fuck around…”

“Frank.” She said quickly. “Frank’s back.”

“Explains the news.” You tilted your head in acknowledgement. “What’d he come to you for?”

“Something about some Micro, a guy that came after him recently. Knows who he is, that he’s alive.”

“Micro… This guy have a real name?”

“David Lieberman, NSA analyst that is officially shot dead by Homeland Security a year ago.”

“Only he’s not.” You nodded. “Okay. Where’s Frank now?”

“I don’t know.”

“Is he going after Lieberman?” You closed your eyes and rubbed your forehead, weighing the pros and cons of you getting involved.

“Probably… But Frank said he’s a- He’s a spook. How would he find him?”

“Well, he wouldn’t go for him directly, but someone that knows him or is relevant to him just might work to draw him out. What other names did you work out?”

“Carson Wolf got the whole story cut, could be something there.”

“Probably.. Name sounds familiar.” You felt the scales tilting back and forth in your brain. “Why did you come and tell me about this?”

“Because I-” She hesitated, as if she had just noticed your reaction. “He doesn’t really seem like he wants me involved.”

“So you want me to go run into a fight I know nothing about?” You dropped your hand against your leg with a smack and opened your eyes. “Don’t you think if Frank wanted my help, he would’ve came to me himself?”

“Maybe he didn’t know where to find you.” She offered, clearly searching for anything to convince you.

“Or maybe he didn’t care enough to find me.” You countered with a shrug. But seeing the desperation in her eyes, feeling the plead in her bones, you sighed heavily. “I’ll think about it… I’ll look into Lieberman, maybe there’s a wife or siblings or something. And this Wolf guy, I think I heard his name around Quantico so I guess I can pull some strings in that direction.”

“Thank you.” She let out a sharp exhale, as if she had been holding her breath for your response. “Have you told Foggy you’re back?”

“No.” You turned away to busy yourself in your kitchen. “Haven’t told anyone.”

“I’m sure he’d love to see you.” She tried gently. You noticed the hesitation in her words and realized she was walking on eggshells, completely unsure of how stable you were. “Or at least hear from you.”

“The last conversation we had was an argument.” You admitted, though your voice lacked the remorse it should’ve had and it was too late to add it in now. “And he flinched away from me… He told me that if I wanted to get myself killed, I was more than welcome to as long as I didn’t try to blame anyone other than myself for it.”

Her mouth opened and closed in silence, like she was chomping at the air while she tried to find a response. Finally, her voice found her and it was the same response you expected.

“He had to have still been in shock.”

“He had more than enough time to get over it.”

“I know he wouldn’t say that to you and mean it.” She reasoned.

“Yeah, just like Matt never would’ve said half of what he said to me during the Castle trial, right?” Your brows raised in accusation and you saw her expression drop. “Yeah, sometimes pain or shock bring out what people really mean.”

“Livia-”

“Doesn’t matter.” You cut in firmly. “Next time you see Frank, ask him if he wants my help. In the meantime, I’ll poke around and start building some intel.”

“Thanks.” She forced a tight smile. “And I’ll talk to Foggy, if you want me to.”

You simply shrugged.

“He’s one of your best friends, isn’t he?” She asked gently, scared for what your answer would be.

“Most of the people I’ve called friends have grown to hate me for one reason or another… I guess I always knew I’d add Foggy to that list one of these days.” You answered flatly.

“C’mon, Livia.” She tried again.

“Better that than dead… You can go now.”

With a small gesture of defeat, she left. And you wondered if you were going to regret getting involved.

Some quick research into Lieberman showed he did leave a family behind, a wife and two kids. You had no intentions of hurting them but should there be a need, you had blackmail material. He was allegedly shot dead by Homeland after resisting arrest. There was nothing about why he was wanted by Homeland, nor was there anything about his career. But he was NSA, so there should’ve been something other than a passing mention.

That all just meant someone wanted it to go away, and that someone was likely this Carson Wolf character.

You thought about going over to the address you could find for Sarah Lieberman but you assumed Frank would’ve been there already. And two unfamiliar visitors in one day would’ve triggered some sort of concern in the wife, who you had to assume was helping hide her undead husband until you knew otherwise. Instead, you wrote down the address and looked into Carson Wolf. You found that he was one of the higher ups at Homeland Security. It was an interesting connection that you’d have to poke at later.

With a little digging, you also found some information on the construction site incident. There was a feature on the company’s webpage about a new employee, which was asterisked as inactive the day after the bodies were found. There was no picture on the page but you could only assume that Pete Castiglione was the one and only, Frank Castle.

You decided to get out of the house and headed out to get something to drink. You passed by Josie’s and thought about going in. But when you reached the door, you were hit with one of many memories of you and Matt in that place so you had to pass. You passed other bars as you wandered and none really seemed inviting. Eventually, your feet grew tired of aimlessly moving so you settled on a bar you had been to with Billy a few times. Low and behold, Billy was already there.

You felt his eyes following you as you passed by, taking a seat at the bar a few seats down. You ordered your drink and when it came out, you spun the liquid around the glass, listening vaguely to Billy talking about his service and Frank.

The woman kept asking questions pertaining to Frank and their conversation held your interest. Without making it obvious, you noted what she was asking.

Did he get dirty? Could he have been involved in drugs over there?

But why ask questions about a dead man? Who was she?

The gears in your brain were turning when you heard Billy’s question.

“So you’re single?” He asked, clear flirting in his tone. Your head cocked slightly and your brow raised, noticing he was already looking at you for a reaction. He laughed and tilted his bottle towards you but you simply smiled and shook your head.

He went back to his flirting and you rolled your eyes slightly at his next remark. But you did hear a name.

Special Agent Madani.

You could tell she was either going to be one hell of an obstacle or one hell of an ally.

You watched her leave and then decided to slide into her seat.

“Billy Russo, always the player.” You teased with a sly smile and he grinned. “How’ve you been? Lonely?”

“Livia Yersova.” He said happily. “And here I thought I’d never see you again.”

“Well, Quantico was fun but I got bored.” You shrugged playfully. “Knew everything they wanted to teach me.”

“Yeah, I bet you did..” He nodded, never dropping that sly smile. “Bet you made one hell of an impression too.”

“Don’t I always?”

“Yes, you do… Y’know, I missed you.”

“You did not.” You scoffed lightly, gesturing to the bartender for a second drink. “Judging by your latest visitor.”

“Ah, I see what this is.” He chuckled. “You’re jealous.”

“In your dreams, Russo.” You rolled your eyes with an amused smile. “Who was that anyways? She was asking a lot of questions…”

“Dinah Madani.” He answered simply. “Homeland agent that brought a team through Anvil earlier.”

“Homeland, huh?” You turned towards the door even though she was long gone. “Interesting…”

“Why?”

When you didn’t answer, he reached for your chin and turned your face towards him.

“What’s goin’ on in that head of yours?” His eyes darted between yours as he tried to figure you out, but you knew he never would. Not in any way that would mean anything.

“Just curious why a Homeland agent is asking about a dead man is all…” You shrugged. “And it’s a pattern.”

“Oh, it’s a pattern.” He said with a nod, acting as if it explained everything. “What does the pattern tell you?”

“That you like women in power.” You answered plainly. “Me, now in the FBI and everything else I’ve done. Madani, in Homeland with what I would assume is solid standing. Next thing you know, you’re gonna bed a senator.”

“I’ll still come back to my best girl.” He smiled, tapping under your chin with a click of his tongue.

“Yeah, like there was any competition.” You chuckled.

“When’d you get back?” He nodded towards you, decidingly dropping your previous conversation topic.

“Week ago. I thought about coming by, decided not to.” A slight shrug of your shoulder.

“Why not?” He almost sounded hurt.

“Just tired. Needed sound time to settle in.”

“Yeah?” He leaned in slightly and raised his brows. “How about we spend some quality time tonight then, hmm? You got any other plans?”

“Hmm.” The corner of your mouth lifted to a small smile. “I’ll have to check my schedule, Mr. Russo.”

He clicked his tongue and leaned back, wagging his finger at you with an amused smirk of his own. “I missed hearing you say that, pretty lady.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” You nodded and sipped your drink.

You spent a little while longer drinking with Billy, catching up and teasing each other playfully. It was almost enough for you to forget what you had been asked earlier that night, to involve yourself in Frank’s latest crusade that he likely expected to cover on his own. Finding Frank would’ve been easy enough if you had a general direction to go in, but where could be? Would he be going after Micro or would he be taunting Micro to go after him again?

If this guy was as much a spook as Karen’s been led to believe, it wouldn’t be easy to draw him out. But knowing Frank, he would find a way to pull him out of his hidey-hole. Which meant you could follow your own leads tonight and potentially meet him, or you could worry about it tomorrow and waste a night with an old fling.

Billy was tempting… And Frank would be fine for one more night, wherever he was.

[md-confessions]

Trigger Warning for abuse since I am going to be talking about it a lot.

My honest reaction to TSM anon's confessions/posts trying to justify J's treatment of N. (They're so ass)

Ok so uhh... Anyway I'll try to debunk some of the points:

First of all: yes the fuck she is abusive! Search the damn definition on Google or the dictionary, it's exactly what she's doing, like beat for beat.

Let's start with two examples: one from the manor and another from copper-9.

J kicking N in the manor flashback: for context N and V had literally just bumped into each other, made a spark and both were trying to clean up the mess they made, then comes in Ms. Tenth letter of the alphabet with a kick to N's face for like no fucking reason whatsoever.

J stepping on N's chest while he clearly struggles: In the pilot during the scene that introduces the Alphabet squad during J's introduction she has her foot on his chest while saying he's useless, terrible and if she could, she'd kill him herself and N is very clearly struggling to even breath.

Those two very clearly ARE abuse, the second one even has a tinge of verbal abuse!

Ok so TSM tried to justify both these actions by us not knowing the full context.

The context of the kick is that: there is none, that kick was completely unprovoked, so J had absolutely no reason for kicking N aside from him being in her way from the "move it moron" line, and she changes up her attitude completely at Tessa being there, her visor showing those hollow eyes that drones show when worried or scared.

But even if you say "oh but N was in J's way so she kicked him out" but she could have just, you know, MOVED A LITTLE BIT TO THE RIGHT?!?!? And also that does not excuse kicking a person in the face.

Context of the second scene is: THERE IS NONE, ONE AGAIN! The reason that scene exists is to show that A. J is abusive towards N, and B. J is a hypocrite! Let me explain, A is very self explanatory, stepping on someone's chest and verbally abusing them is very clearly well... Abuse and B is to show that even though she calls N useless, N has shown throughout the rest of the series he is a very competent fighter, arguably better than his fellow DDs and also that even though J was pretty much insulting N for being weak, she got killed by a Angsty bisexual 18-year-old with a pen and a Railgun made out of like, scrap.

I don't know how you can genuinely look at those scenes and go "J isn't an abuser" even though yes she fucking is.

Also I dead ass forgot that second post aside from the "why would Cyn put N in the squad if his abuser?" Part, which has a very simple explanation: it wasn't Cyn, it was Mr. Solver of the absolute fabric itself! It used Cyn as a host, Cyn wasn't in control, she prob has been dead for a long ass time.

The solver is sadistic and it likes fucking with the alphabet squad, take V as an example: it allowed V to keep her memories, just to make V's trauma even worse.

The solver thinks it's funny to traumatize people so why wouldn't it think putting a person in the same team as their abuser wouldn't be?

Anyways I've been typing this since 5:30 AM, and now it's 6:50 and I got school so I'll stop here, if you got anything else to add put it in the reblogs ig...

Final note: I haven't been abused myself (not that I remember) so I can't really fully grasp the concept, but still, J's treatment of N is like, the dictionary definition of Abuse, I'm very bad at understanding other people and their emotions and I'm not super great at analysing characters but this shit is so obviously abuse seeing TSM over here trying to say otherwise is giving me a brain aneurysm.

Anyways have a good day/evening/night or whatever time of day it is :D

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[steebharringt0n]

knocked up - part I

I don't care what nobody says we're gonna have a baby Taking off in a coupe de ville she buckled up on navy summary: two pink lines and a town in ruins - steve harrington knew this wasn't a safe place for you, he's on a mission to find a place that is. warnings: sexual themes, she/her pronouns, female anatomy, language, mentions of death, pregnancy pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader author's note: thanks for your patience! here's part 1, enjoy! tag list: @sheisjoeschateau

Hawkins, Indiana October 1985

The colors of the alcoholic drink in your hand swirled around, creating a murky red galaxy in the plastic cup. You let out a breath through your nose, exhaling loudly as you leaned against the wall, watching as other party goers mingled and danced in front of you.

You didn’t recognize a single face. Well how could you? You had moved to Hawkins a couple weeks ago, the warm colors of fall welcoming you and your family to the small town. You were lucky enough to catch your neighbor - a girl from the local high school - as you were moving in.

She eagerly brought over a plate of cookies, and an invitation to the Halloween party that was thrown every year. You hesitantly accepted the invite, more worried about making a fool of yourself to the kids in town, especially being new to the neighborhood.

So that’s how you found yourself leaned up against the wall, drink in hand. The moment you walked in in your cat costume (which consisted in an all black outfit and cat ears) you could feel eyes on you. Like a scarlet letter printed on your forehead, the downside of moving to a small town was that everyone knew everyone and no one knew you.

You were lost in your own thoughts, sipping on the sweet drink when you heard a loud commotion from the kitchen. Before you knew it, your shoulder was shoved as 5 loud seniors came drunkenly rushing through. In the midst of the chaos one of the seniors ran into your elbow, causing you to spill and slosh around the red drink. You let out a gasp, the liquid splashing all over your hands and dripping down to your shoes.

You internally groan, glancing down at your now red splattered shoes. You let out an angry huff, ripping off the dumb cat ears from your head. You walk towards the kitchen sink, dumping out the rest of the drink - you were already feeling the effects of the alcohol anyways. You turn to look to your left and notice a patio door. Eager to get fresh air and to get away from the party, you grab the handle of the sliding door, pulling it towards you as the chilly air begins to bite your skin.

You instinctively wrap your arms around yourself, taking a step out into the porch. You walk towards the wooden railing, letting out a sigh, a billow of warm air escapes your lips.

“First party in Hawkins eh?”

Your head turns at the sound of the deep voice. On the other side of the deck was a man, his elbows resting on the railing as a cigarette dangled from his fingertips. Wisps of honey brown hair fall into his face, he was decked out in a pair of denim jeans and a black sweatshirt.

The corner of your lips twitch into a soft smile, “It was the costume wasn’t it?”

You gesture broadly to your black get up, now realizing that you were probably the only one in the party that wasn’t wearing a revealing costume.

“I guess I didn’t get the memo” you shrug.

The man takes a small inhale of his cigarette, his eyes still glued to you. You decide to take a step towards him to get a better look at his face. He stays still, watching your body language as you approach him.

“Well I guess I didn’t either” he comments, also then gesturing to his outfit.

You take another step closer, “Who are you supposed to be?” You ask.

He ashes his cigarette, then rubs his hands together for warmth as the cold October air continued to nip his skin.

“I’m DD” he casually answers.

You raise an eyebrow, taking another step closer to him. You’re about a foot apart at this point and you notice his moles on his face, creating a constellations of freckles and moles all down his neck and cheeks. He licks his lips before shaking his head,

“Uh my friend Robin is here, she dragged me out to this party but, I’ve already graduated so I’m just here to make sure she gets home okay”

You let out a soft “ah”, nodding in response to his explanation. You lean back into the railing, turning away to face the night sky. Where you were from you never got to see the stars this bright, it was almost mystifying the way the stars decorated the sky.

Steve Harrington stares at you, watching your eyes glow along with the stars. He could immediately tell from the little conversation you both had that you were different, and not bad on the eyes.

Maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea that Robin dragged him along. After a shitty summer and many failed flings Steve had practically given up on anything going his way. He was a loveless loser who worked a dead end job in his hometown. How could anyone want to date him?

“Are the stars always this bright here?” You suddenly ask.

Steve gazes up at the sky, he’s never really one to notice how bright the stars are, he’s seen it all his life so to him it’s not too much of a big deal. But he glances at you, your eyes are big and wide, illuminated by the bright stars. The apple of your cheeks bubble up as your lips turn into a soft smile.

He becomes breathless for a second as he studies your face. His heart starts to be a bit too loud for him and he mentally tells himself to play it cool.

“Oh yeah, Hawkins is a perfect place to see the whole night sky. There’s a quarry in town that really gets lit up by stars”

A pause.

“Maybe you can take me there someday?”

Your eyes are locked to the sky, not daring to stare at him. The old you would have never asked a man you’d just met that kind of question, but in a new town and alcohol running through your veins you’re suddenly one to take chances

Steve suddenly becomes flustered, hands becoming clammy and nerves beginning to fray.

Keep it cool Harrington, don’t be an idiot

“Y-yeah! I mean there’s not too much to do around here, Hawkins is pretty boring if I’m being honest but, I know some cool spots that I can take you”

Keep it smooth, you’re doing great

You turn to face a nervous Steve, who was now fiddling with the sleeves of his sweater. You give him a soft smile to ease the boy.

“I’m Steve by the way”

He extends his hand towards you. You turn back to face him and you realize just how incredibly attractive he is. Maybe it’s the alcohol in your system or maybe because it’s a new town and you just don’t care. You then extend your hand out and envelop his hand into yours, introducing yourself. He squeezes gently, sending goosebumps all down your spine.

His hands are large compared to your small ones, but they’re soft, warm and inviting.

You both don’t let each other's hand go, like a magnetic charge keeping the both of you from letting each other go.

The sliding door suddenly slides open, a girl with short brown hair pokes her head out. The sound of the door opening causes you to jump, letting go of Steve’s hand. The two of you hop away from each other, not realizing how close you two were standing.

“Steeeeveeeee! Joanna is going to take me home! Thanks for bringing meeeee!” She exclaims drunkenly as she suddenly is pulled away by a brunette girl dressed up like Leia from Star Wars. She quickly pokes her head back out, “Steve! You didn’t tell me you brought a cute date to the party!”

You and Steve both start stammering at the same time, eyes quickly darting everywhere but at each other. Robin could care less however, waving you both off. She just wants to see her friend happy. She winks at Steve and walks away, giving finger guns as she disappears within the party.

An awkward silence settles between the two of you, a tint of pink highlighting your cheeks.

“So,” began Steve “now that I’m relieved of my DD duties do you maybe want to ditch this party? Grab a bite to eat?” He asks, a hopeful tone to his question.

You gaze up at the stars and then at Steve. You wonder how you can be in the presence of two beautiful things.

“I’d love to”

—-

Your breath comes out in heavy pants as your bare back hits Steve’s bed, your hair is splayed all over his pillow. Your skin is sticky, hot, bite marks left all over your neck. His fingers left deep imprints on your thighs and arms that you know will be there for days. You’re still coming down from the high that Steve so led you to. He lands next to you, his hair sticking all over his forehead. He lets out a loud exhale followed by a laugh.

“Holy shit, holy shit”

Holy shit was right. You did not expect the night to end this way but the electricity between the two of you intensified as the night went on. Steve took you to his favorite diner where you found out that he babysat a gaggle of kids, that he worked at the local video store, and that he could make a mean ice cream sundae.

The chemistry between the two of you bubbled over more as you spoke about movies, music, and anything in between. It all came to a head when you both entered his car, both filled with milkshakes and burgers, you two had smiles that could not be wiped off your faces.

“Where do you live? I can take you home” he offered, turning over the ignition.

You fiddled with the sleeve of your sweater, eyes cast downward. A part of you did not want to go home. Half empty rooms filled with boxes that were yet to be unpacked. Parents who were too caught up in their own issues to even notice that you were out this late.

And a dead sister that haunted you in your dreams.

Not haunt in the literal sense, but the whole reason your family packed up and left was due to the death of your younger sister. A giant chasm was left in your family that you knew could not be repaired. A young life snatched in their prime. Being in Hawkins meant a new beginning without your sister, an end to her story but a start to yours.

You absolutely hated it and refused to be reminded of it every time you entered your new home.

You look up and your eyes meet Steve’s. Your silence speaks volume. You hadn’t yet told him about your sister, or your broken family life, but he could read your hesitation a mile away.

“You know we can always go back to my place. Not to brag but I do have a heated pool” he says, his tone playful. You could tell he was trying to lighten the mood.

It’s not like he had anyone waiting at home for him anyways. He was officially over Nancy, that ship had long sailed, especially after Starcourt. Robin was obviously a bust too. It felt like it’d been centuries since he connected with a girl. Loneliness had been creeping up on him like a pouncing animal, gnawing at his desperate heart. He craved being touched, being loved, just feeling something other than despair and stress.

Your lips turn into a smile and you nod. The sound of a heated pool sounds incredibly relaxing and tempting. Especially with such a cute boy.

As soon as you both arrived at his place the lightheartedness of the night returned. You stared in awe of his massive home,

“You actually live here?” You ask as Steve unlocks his front door.

“Well my parents pay for everything, I’m just an extra roommate” he jokes, pushing the door open for you to walk in.

“Did you need anything? I got some water or if you want the good stuff I can grab us a couple of beers” he wiggles his eyebrows at you, walking towards the kitchen.

You trail closely behind him, scared that you’ll get lost in the home. Your eyes gaze around his kitchen, where you see Steve start digging though the fridge. He pulls out two beers, walking over to you and handing you one.

The cool condensation of the beer helps your hand from getting warm and clammy. Your nerves were starting to bite you a bit - being at a cute boy's empty house and whatnot.

You follow Steve out to his backyard, the dark night sky illuminated by his pool. You watch Steve as he kicks off his shoes, rolling up his pants and sitting by the edge of the pool, his feet dangling in the warm water. He looks up at you and pats the concrete,

“I won’t bite I promise” he says, taking a sip of his beer.

The reflection of the pool bounces off his face, the swirling blues creating a stark contrast to his honey brown eyes. You give him a soft smirk. With your eyes still on him you take a long swig of the beer, relishing how the hoppy taste of the drink cools the back of your throat. Feeling bold, you place the beer bottle by your feet and you start kicking your boots off.

Quickly then followed by your black sweater and pants. Steve’s eyes widen in shock as you’re left there with a pair of pink bra and panties. His pants start to feel uncomfortably tight.

Without any hesitation you dive right into the pool. The warm water hits your skin and it feels incredibly refreshing - especially for it being October. Steve watches in awe as you pop your head out from the water, your skin glistening as the water reflects off of it.

“You were right! This is a great heated pool!” You exclaim.

Steve lets out a laugh of disbelief. He takes a large gulp of his beer, then stands up and starts to undress. You watch in amusement as he struggles to take off his pants, hopping around and almost losing his balance. He tosses his shirt and pants next to his shoes. As warm as the pool is, you begin to feel your skin heat up as your eyes scan his body. His hairy chest leads down a path to his happy trail, your mind wanders as your eyes land on his bulge in his checkered boxers. Biting your lip you watch him as he dives right in.

He pops right out of the water, his brown hair now sticking up everywhere. You giggle at how silly he looks,

“What? Do I have something on my face?” He asks, his hands start to touch around his cheeks.

You shake your head, swimming towards him, you run your hands through his wet hair, helping him tame his brown locks.

“Your hair, it’s just … everywhere”

You’re suddenly very aware of how close you are to Steve. You could count all his freckles on his neck and shoulders if you wanted to - the urge to kiss them suddenly runs through you like a lightning bolt. A shiver runs through Steve as he watches your hand run through his hair. He doesn’t remember the last time he was touched so affectionately and he realizes at that moment just how starved he is of a loving touch. He stares at your face, how your eyebrows furrow and how the curve of your nose scrunches in concentration. Steve’s eyes wander down to your chest, your nipples poking through your pink bra. He swallows thickly, a lump in his throat as you remove your hands from his hair.

“There, looks better” you state

“You’re really beautiful” he suddenly blurts out.

Steve has a problem with word vomit and this is one of its instances. His pupils are blown, adrenaline racing through his veins as he mentally screams at himself for being an idiot. You however, have the opposite problem - you don’t say enough.

You stare at Steve, eyes wide and doe-like, the pool water reflecting off your face gives you a glow that Steve swears you look like you ascended from the heavens.

The water becomes eerily still as the two of you are caught in this moment. A hapless loser (so he claims himself) and the beautiful new girl. It’s so cliche he almost doesn’t want to believe it’s happening.

You don’t respond to Steve, instead you hesitantly reach your hands back up to his face, almost as if testing the waters. Your eyes are still locked on his, you both feel bashful in the moment. Steve responds by leaning into your touch, your hands find purchase on his face, thumbs lazily rubbing his freckles. Steve closes his eyes and melts into your touch. You gently rest your forehead against his as he wraps his arms around you, pulling you flush against his chest.

He almost wants to kick himself at how easily he melts in your touch. He misses this - this feeling, this closeness, feeling loved. There’s an ache that rests deep in his belly, an ache to feel loved and to just be held. Your hot breath on his face jolts him from your touching trance and like an instinct he presses his lips against yours.

You could feel the boy's desperation as he slips his tongue in, wanting to taste you. His lips were soft and pillowy, his tongue sweet and dominant. The water continues to heat your skin, a shudder runs through you as he lifts you in the water, becoming weightless in his hold. His fingers begin to press gentle marks on your hip as his tongue lazily moves with yours, a soft moan escapes from your mouth. In a swift movement, you wrap your legs around his waist, his erecting hitting your core, sending tingles all over your body.

Steve pulls away for a second, hearing a slight gasp slip from your lips. He adjusts himself as your arms now find their way around his neck. He feels your nipples through the thin material of your bra as it rubs his wet chest and he wants to completely die in this moment. He looks at you through his thick lashes, your eyes are lidded and face is flushed.

“D-Do you want to go up to my room?” He breathlessly asks.

A quick nod from you as you reattach your lips back onto his, your tongue languidly dancing with his as he starts walking over to the shallow area of the pool - your legs still firmly attached around his hips.

Steve Harrington showed you the stars and the heavens and made you forget all about your shitty beginning in Hawkins. You chanted his name like an answer to your broken prayers and in return he found warmth and affection by your touch.

Your eyes stayed glued to his ceiling as you tried to process what had just happened. Not that you had regretted it of course but less than a week in a new town and suddenly you screw the first guy who shows you a bit of attention. You want to laugh at the irony of it all.

“I think we skipped a couple of steps there” Steve says, turning over to face you. He props his head up with his hand, his hair falling over his face.

“You trying to ask me out?” A teasing tone in your voice.

“Would you say yes?”

You bring up your thumb to your chin, pretending to think about the answer. A slight smile on your face.

“Okay now you’re just being mean” he teases back.

He scoots closer to you, your legs intertwine with his. “C’mooooon, I’ll make you an offer you can’t refuse” he says in his best Godfather accent.

A laughter bubbles out of your lips, “That was a terrible Vito Corleone”

Steve gasps, “I’m hurt, I’m truly hurt” he dramatically puts his hand over his heart.

“Alright Steve, what’s your best offer?” You question, now fully turning over to face him.

“How about you stay the night and I make you pancakes in the morning?” he offered.

You stare at him blankly, shifting under the covers. “You want me to stay the night?”

Steve blinks a few times. “Well, I mean I’m not going to send you home in the middle of the night - “ he pauses, looks behind him at his digital clock, the numbers 2:25 AM glowing in red “ - it’s almost 2:30”

He can sense your hesitation. The way you slightly stiffened under his sheets, and how your eyes shifted away from him. “D-do you need to call your parents? You think - “

“No, they don’t care” you cut him off, waving your hand.

“Well if it makes you feel any better mine practically abandoned me. It’s just me and this big ol’ house” he shifts over, crossing his hands and placing them behind his head. A shiver runs through you as you notice the bite marks you left on his neck. You assume you have similar looking ones on your neck as well.

“No siblings?” You question.

Steve shakes his head, “Nah, maybe if you count Dustin but biologically? It’s just me. What about you?”

You swallow thickly, your mind swarms of images of your little sister. You’re still not entirely sure how to answer this question. Technically you’re an only child now but it feels wrong to say you don’t have a sibling. But in an effort to keep Steve from asking too many questions you shake your head,

“It’s just me”

Your voice took a pitiful tone as the words came out of your mouth. You had hoped Steve didn’t catch onto it but was relieved when you were met with silence - as if he was trying to dissect you in his mind. Everything had happened so fast, but being starve touched does something to his mind and he had forgotten how nice it feels to cum in something that’s not a sock or his hand.

But you were pretty, and nice, and you laughed at his stupid jokes and my god you almost went skinny dipping with him at 12:00 AM. He felt like luck was finally on his side, especially with such a shitty summer behind him. For once in his life he felt somewhat hopeful, as if your presence in his life ignited a fire in him.

“Um, Steve?” you quietly asked.

“Yeah?”

“Can I use your bathroom? I kinda need to - “

Steve doesn’t even let you finish before jumping out of his bed, bare butt and all.

“Shit! Fuck, I’m such an ass, let me get you a towel”

You sit up, wrapping his covers over your bare body. An amused look on your face as you watch him stumble out of the bathroom with a towel in his hand and a fresh pair of boxers on.

He hands you the towel to let yourself clean up. After doing so you toss it back to him, then promptly tossing it into his laundry hamper.

“Do you have a shirt I can borrow? If I remember correctly I’m pretty sure my shirt and pants are somewhere in your backyard.” You make a mental note to remember to look for them in the morning. You watch as Steve stiffens a bit, then jumps, “Uh yeah of course!” His voice is urgent but energetic. He rushed over to his drawer and tosses you a large worn out Cubs shirt - the logo faded. It was one of Steve’s favorite shirts and one of his favorite and little memories he has with his Dad.

He hands you the shirt and you can just feel his eyes all over you. The shirt smells like mint and cedarwood - a scent that wraps you as you pull it over your head. Steve can feel his heart beat caging out of his chest, fuck if you looked so pretty in a black cat costume, you looked absolutely breathtaking in his clothes.

You hop out of bed, feeling a newfound sense of energy as you make your way towards his bathroom. You come back out of the bathroom to see Steve back in bed, still shirtless (thank god you thought to yourself.), his hands folded behind his head as he stares off into space. You make your way back onto the other side and pull the covers over you. An awkward silence settles over the both of you.

A question, no, an ache suddenly overcomes you. You so badly want to hold him, feel his skin against yours again but how do you even begin to ask someone that? Well you had thought that sex would have made things easier but then you realized - you had met this man just a few hours ago. He was still somewhat a stranger - a kind, yet beautiful stranger who just so happened to be really really good in bed.

Fuck it - you thought.

“Steve?”

You hear him hum in response.

“C-can we cuddle?”

You anxiously pick at your fingers, your teeth nervously gnawing on your bottom lip. Steve blinks blankly for a second, trying to process that request through his head. His eyes gaze over to you and he can just tell how nervous you are at the request. Body stiff and eyes shifting around, he gently places his hand over yours to calm you down. Your palm is warm and soft against his calloused hands.

He interlocks his fingers with yours, giving it a gentle squeeze. Wordlessly, he turns over and tucks one of his arms under your neck, looping it around and using his other arm to pull you close to him. His chest becomes flush with your back, his head rests against your temple. Your hand unconsciously wraps around his wrist and you nestle yourself into him.

Steve doesn’t remember the last time he’s held someone like this but you fit into him like a missing puzzle piece. For once he feels that luck is on his side, that hopefully things will start to go back to normal - especially since nothing with the Upside Down has occurred since the summer.

“Thank you Steve” you murmur before sleep starts to over take you.

Steve can feel the way your heart steadies into a calm beat. Your soft breaths hit his arm and you melt into him, completely taken by sleep. He wants to pull you so much closer to him but he can only offer a kiss to your head as he too soon becomes overcome by sleep.

—-

Hawkins is a quirky little town to say the least. As October rolled into early December and every part of town became lit up with Christmas lights. Snow flurries were a common occurrence throughout the day, the days were getting shorter and the nights longer. A month and a half had gone by since your night with Steve and things for once in your life felt like they were looking up.

You were finally able to meet the kids, taking a quick liking to Dustin - you finally understood why Steve was best friends with someone years younger than him. You met Robin too, who you briefly met at the party and who was Steve’s other best friend. They quickly took you in as their own, the kids were happy that their babysitter had finally found someone that he genuinely liked while Robin was thankful that she didn’t have to see Steve put on a show for girls at Family Video.

And then there was Steve, sweet sweet Steve. You couldn’t get enough of him. If you weren’t working you were definitely at Steve’s house, and if you weren’t at Steve’s house you were definitely making out somewhere in his car. He had finally taken you to the quarry which had quickly become your favorite spot (because of the stars not because it had soon become your make out spot - Steve had his doubts though) You and Steve were practically attached at the hip and you were happy that you could find someone that distracted you from the other parts of your life.

That you still kept hidden away from him.

But little did you know Steve was also keeping things from you. Before the gang had met you he sat them all down and had a serious discussion (serious to him at least, the kids and Robin spent most of the time poking fun at him) about NOT to bring up the upside down, or about El, or anything to do with the past summer. You were the one thing in his life that felt normal, that didn’t have any ties or connections to that part of his life.

He wanted to keep you and the upside down far away from each other and if it meant harboring this secret he’d do it.

You were able to snag a job at the local urgent care where you worked as a receptionist. Steve was kind enough to offer you a ride to work every morning since his shifts coincided with your hours. Robin didn’t mind taking the back seat, the two of you would obnoxiously sing along to Madonna just to irk Steve (you’d promptly kiss his cheek for being such a good sport).

The two of you had decided to put a pause on having sex again - wanting to test the waters before jumping back in. You both had discussed in great length about your shitty relationships and how this time you both wanted something real, so you both agreed on taking things slow - Steve did not want to fuck this up.

The Hawkins Urgent Care didn’t get too many visitors, every now and then a kid would come in with a broken arm or someone would come in with the flu but it was a job that at least got you out of the house and making some decent money. You had already settled into a routine, every day at 12 PM Steve would promptly call you, like clockwork the phone always rang at 12 on the dot. You both would chatter about your day and what you would do after work,

“… and so they have me finishing training here next week but I’m pretty sure I have the hang of things here”

You curl the lime green cord around your finger, elbows rested up against your desk.

“Yeah you’re just scheduling patients right? Doesn’t seem too bad” Steve comments. He’s leaned up against the counter at Family Video.

“Yeah I think the worst patient we’ve gotten so far was Mr. Hicks who comes in every week with a new ailment”

Steve snorts, “Oh yeah he’s a character. Have fun with that”

“Well he hasn’t appeared yet today but I’m holding my breath. By the way, is it okay if we do a rain check for dinner tonight? I’m not feeling too well and I don’t want to get you sick”

Steve frowns, “Yeah of course, is everything okay? Do you need me to bring you anything?”

The cord around your finger becomes tight, cutting off circulation of your pointer finger. You’d been feeling nauseous for the last couple of days but after hanging out with Steve yesterday night you came home and promptly spent most of the night vomiting down the porcelain bowl. You didn’t think too much of it,

Or so you thought.

“Yeah I just think I ate something bad, or maybe I’m coming down with the stomach bug”

Steve tuts at you “I told you to stay away from that sushi place on Jefferson, I don’t think they use real fish” he whispers the last part over the phone. He swears to you that the only decent sushi place in Hawkins doesn’t serve actual fish.

You roll your eyes, a laugh slips out of your lips. In the background you hear Robin yell “It’s not real fish!”

“Alright, alright I’ll heed your warning next time” you suddenly pause as Penny, the physician's assistant, came running out with panic written all over her face. Eyebrows scrunched and lips tight, she points to her stomach and mouths the word ‘pad?’ to you.

“Oh! Steve, can I call you back when I get home?”

Steve shifts the phone over to his other ear, his other hand preoccupied with the slinky he found in Keith’s desk.

“Yeah sure, let me know if you need me to pick anything up. I’ll talk you later pretty girl”

Pretty girl, you could melt. For not being your boyfriend (yet) he sure did act like one.

A stupid grin is on your face as you say your goodbye. You hang up the phone, quickly unwrapping the cord around your finger before looking up to see a pair of blue eyes looking at you in desperation.

“God please tell me you have a pad, or a tampon, anything!” She frantically exclaims.

“Yeah of course!” As a girl it’s always a cardinal rule to carry extra feminine products, you never know when someone could need some. You reach down below you and grab your black bag, “yeah I have loads” you continue to speak as you rummage through your bag “I haven’t used any in … ages”

Your blood suddenly runs cold. Your hand grips the pad in your hand as the sudden realization hits you. Penny notices as you freeze up, eyes suddenly going wide. She inches closer to you, hand waving in your face.

“Hey, you okay? C-can I have that?” She asks.

You shove the pad in her hand, jumping up from your seat. You know Penny is staring at you, you can feel her eyes burn through you as she begins to become concerned about you. Fear has slid its cool claws over your neck and you suddenly can’t breathe. Your hands become heavy, you place them on your desk trying to recompose yourself.

“I - I need air” you gasp.

Penny moves behind you, grabbing your shoulder, “D-do you need me to get the doctor?”

No, no, no this can’t be happening. This can’t be happening.

Your eyes become flooded with unshed tears. You blink them away as your gaze meets Penny’s concerned face.

“Penny I think I’m pregnant”

[noemilivv]

Hello! I saw you were doing match-ups for Hazbin Hotel and wanted to give it a whirl!

I'm AFAB, and use she/her pronouns. I do have a preference for males, but I wouldn't mind being paired with one of the female characters in the show.

Personality wise... I'm an introvert and do prefer time to myself, but I love hanging out with my friends and family immensely. I hold them very closely to my heart and would do A LOT for them. I'm a music lover and have a preference for rock/alternative music. I'm also a bit of a smart-ass and can't stand bs, lol. I will gently call people out for being hurtful or dumb, or both. I also have a soft spot for animals of all kinds. They literally deserve the world. 😫

My style is more casual and comfy?? Like leggings, sweatpants, fuzzy socks, a nice fitting tank top, with a hoodie or sweater on. I have been wanting to get into more styles like Y2K Grunge and Goth, but haven't found pieces that would fit me. (I'm a bit curvy and have a hard time finding stuff that won't suffocate me)

My main love languages are Quality Time and Acts of Service. I just love the idea of making food together or doing chores while listening to some music. Singing along, either seriously or goofily, lol.

My hobbies are mainly daydreaming, singing and dancing, and listening to music. I used to draw but haven't in YEARS. I have thought about getting back into it, but am kind of apprehensive about it. It just brings back a lot of anxiety.

My interests are as stated above, along with history. I love learning about different eras and about different parts of the world. I also like to talk about philosophies and converse about different perspectives people have and why.

As for name stuff, I won't add my name here, but I do love when the people I'm close to give me nicknames. It makes me feel special and warm and fuzzy. ❤️

Appearance wise... I'm a medium brunette, with gray hairs, that goes past my shoulders, but I have recently been wearing it up with hair clips. I have light blue eyes. I'm 5 foot, 5 inches. I also have a bit of chub, thick thighs, and am a DD. (If I could get a back and shoulder massage, that would be great, lol. And I would also LOVE if my partner buried/laid their face on my chest while we cuddle. It would be the BEST feeling)

Thank you for taking your time if you get to this, and take care of yourself!

i knew right off the bat who i was doing lol, you’re paired with…

Vox !!

Vox loves your introverted-ness, it’s a contrast to his life that’s mostly spent on set or through a screen, his time with you feels so much more real, cause more often than not it’s just you and him, also your comfy style makes him feel very safe and at home haha

Vox also loves your smart-ass self, and it’s fun when he gets to be a smart ass back, you both kinda just go back and forth yk?

Vox will definitely dedicate an episode of his show to talk about at least one of your interests, whether or not you catch on though is debatable…

Despite the fact you’d most likely much rather stay in bed, he’d really want you to pop on his show, not just for the status of saying he has a partner, when he sees you sing and dance around the living room as you sweep the floor he thinks your pretty fucking talented, pretty screen-worthy tbh, and if you can’t do that, at least maybe draw something? He just doesn’t wanna see all your talent go to waste, but he would never force you

Also while cuddling, his screen definitely goes into your chest and yk how the bottom of a laptop heats up a lot after being charged for a long time? Yeah it’s like that, but with his face, on top of your chest

[twst-beam]

TWST MOOTSTERLIST

get it. because- okay nevermind i'm so sorry for the pun

@0klwkan: aavvie!! my first twst mutual and the person who brought me into it in the first place!! they are SO cool go check them out :DD vian my beloved <333 jamil smoocher 🫵🏽.

@shutupkida: kida!! i got to know her through stalking her blog because of her awesome fics the bllk-twst crossover! :DD i'll work on it i promise i just need to get my brain juice working :'D

@nem0-nee: KABABAYAN (1) honestly her art is just ??????? *chef's kiss* i am smooching your art i am eating it i am putting it on a pedestal and staring at it mwah. nemo reigns in chaos supremacy 😌

@officialdaydreamer00: ireneeee 🥺 my Soulmate 🥺🥺🥺 they're just like me fr fr. i saw them on auburn's blog and went 🫵🏽. 🫵🏽🫵🏽🫵🏽. wedding planner, fellow muse, tweel kisser, super mega amazing 😌.

@shyhaya: i saw haya on irene's blog and went ??? friend! very shy, but the art is *chef's kiss*, and her responses to tag games are very entertaining <333

@mangocat21: they've got AWESOME art :DD new to art??? seriously?? with that style?? i am deceased dead gone ascended to heaven that is SO cool OoO got into twst for leona got trapped by the floyd >:3

@azulashengrottospiano: auburn!! literally married to azul and writes absolutely BANGER fics. i'm still kicking my feet and giggling over some of them ///>v<///

@the-v-lociraptor: fellow muse!! her boy yuliy is a GIANT and VERY fun to draw :DD also her art and lore??? 🛐🛐🛐

@valerie-leech: valerieee!! she's so pretty omg and her art is AMAZING :DD fellow muse (and tweel kisser..? or is it just jade.. :00)

@i-like-forgs: ryoko!! fellow muse and a cool person 😎 i always see them on my activity feed thank you 🥺

@taruruchi: KABABAYAN (2) her art is so good like ???? VERY entertaining and a great mutual too :DD

@starry-night-rose: ellis!! her stuff??? so many things planned out and her ocs are SUPER intriguing :DD looking at u rn in curiosity and interest

@shkrmpp: shrimpy!! i saw one of their posts that said new moots were welcome so i proposed ^v^ <333 and their WRITING.. emotions go brrrr

@hydrangea-breeze: hydra!! her writing????? reading it all up and going 👀👀👀 and her posts and tags too i love reading them they're so entertaining ^v^

@totallymem3: KABABAYAN (3) her art???? going yes yes yes every time 😌 her yuu sounds SO fun to see and know about :DD

@synchronize03: YOU. you were responsible for the blowing up of my airport-leash-but-twst meme. a GOLDMINE of reblogs 😌

@ceruleancattail: ceruuuu!!!! cater kisser coughcough they are AMAZING as in VERY. VERY AMAZING. eloquence and elegance and flustering-capabilities are off the CHARTS they constantly make me go ADFGHJKHGFDSDFGHJKJHGH with their fics

@cookiesandbiscuits: KABABAYAN (4) cookie!! i saw her follow me one day and went :0000 called me cool once and i love her for it 🥺 PLAYLIST MAKER!! i was looking through some stuff again and found you!! went so THAT'S who cookie was how could i forget 😭😭😭 music taste is *chefs kiss* i'm gonna be jamming along to songs with you mwah mwah

@names-are-dumb: COLE I'M SO SORRY I DIDN'T SEE YOU IN MY TWST ACCOUNT FOLLOWS I AM ASHAMED FOR THIS GRIEVOUS OVERSIGHT 😭😭😭 anyway! this guy's brain is HUGE. like. the midas lore?? hello?? looking looking looking but also not going in with a ten-foot pole if i can help it ya boy's kinda scary but fascinating. very fascinating indeed 😌

@the-dumber-scaramouche: KABABAYAN (5), likes bicol express according to one of the posts i first saw on her blog :DD mainly simps for ???? definitely kaveh but there's a lot of conflicting posts for twst, and did i mention how ENTERTAINING her tags are I'm grinning ear to ear just reading them

@vioisgoinginsane: vio!! fellow jade faver (?) 🥺🥺🥺 her scenario posts are GENIUS and i love love LOVE her reblogs and tags. super supportive too like ????? <333333

@luvkamishiro: new moot!! BANGER art and ideas like seriously :000 seems super nice too :DD

@perfectlyunadulteratedjellyfish: KABABAYAN (6) dan!!! so nice 🥺 looking forward to getting to know them more :DD

@allioaro: new moot!! i saw her ruggie as housewarden post on my dash and got intrigued :DD her art is so cute it looks so soft and pretty 🥺🥺🥺 IMMACULATE and fun vibes detected as i looked through her blog 😌 idia smoocher >:D

@shinysparklesapphires: sapph!!! i CANNOT believe you haven't put here yet i SWEAR i already wrote one for you :((( absolutely INTERESTING OCs right here, and she's so cool??? first one to draw my babygirl everiu other than me thank you SO much 🥹🥹🥹 xeir oc lore?? once again going 👀👀👀👀👀 INTRIGUED by it 😌

@katriniac: ooooh she cooool. not much info about her, we just started following each ohter one day and i have no recollection of past interactions but SUPER honored to be moots with you!!

@dove-da-birb: DOVE!!!! they're so cool and supportive and nice and ASDFGHJKFJLDRNGNRJVNFHDQWHSLFJF 🥺🥺🥺🥺 AWESOME writer and friend and also their OCs????? writing blog is @da-birb-writes-sometimes go check it out for super good stories it'll be so worth it mwah mwah

@honkai-freak: new moot!! met them during the I-tweel-I wedding and they asked to be an usher! :DD

@somany-fandoms-solittle-time: aims!! fellow theater kid 🥺🥺🥺💖💖💖💖 has BANGER ideas and great music taste like seriously also so fun to interact with????

@murderisokay: new moot!! new to tumblr, apparently, but that's okay :DD vil smoocher?? 👀👀👀 also their artstyle is super cute and neat it's so nommable XD

@twistwonderlanddevotee: sofia!!!!! new moot and already a RIOT to be around :DDD like seriously she's so fun and she makes awesome wallpapers???? ALSO LIKES ARTEMIS FOWL AND MLB YES YES YES

tags i can copy-paste for convenience 😎 (apologies if you receive a double notification :'D): @0klwkan, @shutupkida, @nem0-nee, @officialdaydreamer00, @shyhaya, @mangocat21, @azulashengrottospiano, @the-v-lociraptor, @valerie-leech, @i-like-forgs, @taruruchi, @starry-night-rose, @shkrmpp, @hydrangea-breeze, @totallymem3, @synchronize03, @ceruleancattail, @cookiesandbiscuits, @names-are-dumb, @the-dumber-scaramouche, @vioisgoinginsane, @luvkamishiro, @perfectlyunadulteratedjellyfish, @allioaro, @shinysparklesapphires

more moots..? :00 yeet me an ask or comment or reblog if you wanna :DD let's be mutuals! ^v^

[diavolaangelica]

“distinctly beautiful” by Carlos Andrés Gómez

"On my wall it sits and taunts my arrogance a mirror that most unforgiving of gods it holds answers no one wants to see a bellowing, righteous haunt I carry it that blasphemy of judgment in my eyes as I teach little girls that crave to be women think it’s all breasts and hips and catcall I try to fight a tide stronger than faith almost patronize them tell them they are “strong young women” to write “distinctly beautiful” at the top of each page or 24 times down the left-hand column if I’ve got them for 2 hours try to coerce them into searching for something they've recently lost and I wish I could carve “distinctly beautiful” into my lovers’ torsos stain their lower backs and thighs I wonder: where does this self-hate come from? who is to blame? angry at every man that has come before me and those that continue to arrive: that tear off blouses with knife-sharp gawks rape the freedom out of a summer dress with the bloody mattress of suggestive smile that pitch the billboard ads that write those textbook passages and now we’re icing women’s nipples “for artistic purposes” it’s fashionable for her to sag her jeans so they’ll be easier to take off before I fuck her and my little sister’s Barbie doll might as well be her God translated as human: 7 feet tall a 39 inch bust DD cup breasts an 18 inch waist and 33 inch hips on 5 foot long legs as stilts in size 4 feet that can’t balance her anorexic, impossible 95 pounds the perfect 39-18-33 Mattel hourglass – built to steal each woman’s virginity before she even knows what sex is and I’m disgusted at middle-aged men that pant with their pupils yet I’ll still notice a married woman’s nipples through her sheer top on the subway across from me stare at her thong when she bends over I might as well have been the teacher that taught these little girls to give up trained that shy, adolescent Latina to look Lolita-esque with pigtails in study hall and swallow lollipops like dicks with high-gloss lipstick to show off that she has dick-sucking lips too and I’m her teacher responsible for showing her how to express herself and grow up she might as well be my nine year-old sister, Maya or my first daughter a ghost with no self-esteem she’s just focused on impressing that Senior in the 3rd row popping bubble gum above a first line I told her to write just beneath her chin that says, “I am distinctly beautiful because…” left there almost haphazard atop the quivering blankness of her empty page that white canvas just another unholy mirror that swallows her fragile obsidian eyes and refuses to recognize her." “distinctly beautiful” by Carlos Andrés Gómez.

[baglsasha]

I don't think I posted when I got the HM-2 in, but this is the current compact noise makin rig. Have barely gotten to play it since getting the HM-2 in bc Tendonitis but ah well.

explanation/signal chain

1. DBA Supersonic Fuzz Gun:

i fucking love this thing. it's such a gnarly fuzz and can do so much cool shit. The way the oscillator mode gets controlled by your volume and tone pots is so sick.

2. Boss DD-8:

It's just a super versatile and reliable delay. All the modes sound sick. Does the normal digital delay thing fantastically and then has a bunch of other cool shit (reverse, glitch, looper) on top of that! Love it.

3. Coppersound Daedalus Reverb:

I got this one off a friend who wasn't using it anymore and it's really cool. It's 2 reverb stages with independent foot switches which is already nice but then it's got an "Exp" out which is basically just a send so you can send the wet signal out to whatever other FX u want on its own. I'm routing it back into input B on the DD-8 to make a feedback loop. With the level and feedback on the delay a bit lower it just kinda creates this bed of washed out delay verb feedback that sounds rly nice under cleans. With the level and feedback up on the delay it gets super loud and feedback-y super fast which is fun and useful.

4. Boss HM-2 (Late 80s, made in Japan):

this was the cheapest HM-2 on reverb at the time I was shopping. Visually beat up but works perfectly. I adore the sound of the HM-2. w/ everything cranked but the highs at like middle position it's just this perfect doom metal-y distortion and it works so fucking well after delay and reverb. Also doing the chainsaw thing is fun too.

5. Donner tuner:

nothing to say, it's a tuner. I have it last in the chain so I can use it as a killswitch if I get some crazy feedback shit going.

Thattsss my pedalboard info dump. I can theoretically fit one more regular sized pedal on here if I turn some stuff sideways and I've been considering picking up a ring mod, but this is like the fundamental board completed. Can't wait til my hand is more healed and I can play fun loud noisy shit w/ it!!!

[doinbetter]

Everyone on here has probably forgotten me but here are some updates from my life now :)

I'm all done with school and living back with family. I got a fellowship with a government agency doing environmental data analysis! It was really challenging at first. (challenges: remote work, wasn't getting a lot of support from my mentor, general first full time job woes) BUT I've been putting in extra effort to meet the team. I'm feeling more supported and motivated because of that.

Also started getting back into a productive headspace after not really identifying with that mindset for a while. Honestly COVID threw me off for several years there (+ the general stresses of grad school + stoner life). I just didn't feel as driven as I used to, but luckily I could coast off my past accomplishments for a few years and end up in a good place. I was tired of the grindset mentality. It was too much with the pandemic. I realized it's important to start my career off right though :) I want to do a great job on my project & make a good impression. (while still having balance in the rest of my life!! like you won't catch me working after hours but from 9 - 5... i'm ON IT!)

My main goal in life right now is working on my FINANCES! mainly I'm obsessed with paying off my student loans. I give myself plenty of money for groceries each month. One of my goals for this year was to be hot, so I also give myself like $2-300 each month to invest in my appearance. I made a list of essential beauty / clothing items and I'm working through it month by month. Other than that... I'm dumping THOUSANDS into student loan debt to hopefully be debt free by end 2024 or early 2025. Then I save save save and move out of my family's house by Fall 2025. <3

On the note of being hot goals: started showering nightly, weekly face mask monday routine (nails, hair mask, face mask, foot soak, shaving everything, and a weed gummy to top it off!) and buying a few cute clothes that fit me at my current size instead of putting it off until I reached a lower weight (unhealthy thought leftover from obsessive weight loss days :( ) My favorite purchase so far is CUTE PJS FROM VICTORIAS SECRET <3 <3 I got a slip and a shirt/shorts combo that help me feel sooo cute in the evenings when I'm doing my hygiene routines, journaling, reading... <3 I also got a bra that actually fits me and I'm a fucking DD. who??????

My boyfriend and I have been together for over 3 years now. I've gotten really close to his family and I spend most weekends at his place. I'm very happy and at peace in this relationship. Working on doing more little acts of kindness. He's very generous with me so I wanna match his energy more. we're working on being more independent now in this new busy era for us. unfortunately we can't be unemployed students forever.

also my best friend called me her best friend so i officially have a best friend in my hometown. she is so funny and drama-free. I love her. WOO!

So that's life! I'm a full on financially independent woman now. it feels AMAZING!

love, Jillian

[cator99]

Boss has been on my ass all day today- someone switched the ipad over to the par list so it wasnt displaying doordash and she started interrogating me in front of customers about whether or not I know how to do my job and if I will be able remember to switch it over in the morning moving forward or if I should be moved to closing shifts insteas (I definitely did open the doordash because I know it's important! If its not open we dont get DD orders...), then she got annoyed that I put a tray of tarts in the fridge instead of inmediately displaying them properly (because we had a sudden influx of customers and god forbid she catches me not breathing down their necks as soon as they step through the door- I have been loudly accused of ignoring customers many times after I went to do something a foot away from them because the custies told me they needed a few minutes to decide. Alternatively, I've been accused of not being productive because after my boss witnessed the customers say "I need a few minutes to decide" I DIDN'T instantly step away to say, fold boxes. There's no winning here, because she automatically assumes I'm always doing the wrong thing, even though I'm pretty much always always on top of things....) then my coworker kept stepping in to help me during a rush and my boss berated me for not letting said coworker do the things she needed to do BOH--- even though I didn't ask said coworker to help, she just stepped in of her own volition, and instead of being left to deal with it all on my own, even thought I really shouldn't have to, I can, but it'll take longer, and probably annoy everyone involved. So, I got a talking to for my coworkers decision to help me. Then, she asked me how much chesse foam we had at the other location. I told her I couldn't remember the exact number, but there was definitely enough to last a few days considering I made no more than 10 of our cheesecake drinks the 2 days I was there on the weekend, so they should be fine. She rolled her eyes. How many exactly. Okay well it was my coworker's job to count stock, not mine, but I didn't say that. Like honestly how would i know. I was given very specific dorection of what my duties there were, which involved doing everythig so that my coworker could count stock! I could see her fuming, and she continued prodding me, How Many EXACTLY. I don't know. Maybe 4 or 5 full bottles. Definitely enough to last the next few days. She walked away very clearly annoyed. And then... shortly after someone called and immediately specifically requested to talk to HER..... she took me aside to tell me that I needed to take on more responsibility and stop passing the phone off to people in BOH, because it's my job to handle the phone. I explained that the customer requested her as soon as I answered. Oh Ok, she said. Well I still need you to listen to what I'm saying- you ask too many questions when people call. Oh, I said, It's just that quite often customers have Very strange and specific questions which I could have no way of knowing or figuring out, such as very specific information about how the cakes are made, I always answer to the best of my ability. Ok, she said, That's not what I've heard. Just please try to figure it out for yourself. (In the past she has told me to ask as much as i needed to, in order to prevent confusion or miscommunication. I suppose after 2 months that's been shut down and I should simply know everything she knows. Got it. Next time a customer calls with annoying hyper specific questions I will simply make something up.)

[theorist-influencer-untitled]

8.10.24 Saturday

1:13 am

Done, streaming/ going live in Tagged...

I feel young here coz of my make-up but I have a "deep smile lines" already... I still feel bitterish and thinking of money.

I have a strong windblow... Grrr...

1:28 am

Still,have windblow...

I mentioned on my stream/live that there are some people who are being judgemental on me here coz I wasn't here from the past years. Some thought that I'm just new here in Cavite...

8:31 am

Still,have windblow...

Drinking my first cup of coffee and still thinking of money and job and my future... I feel bitterish, I really wanna get a bf that I want to assist me. I want Garret or supposed to be my cousin-white coz I don't like anyone here...

Last night/ midnight I received that question again and for the 5th time " what would I change if I can go back to my past life"? For the 5th or nth time, I will say "My Maturity" but it wasn't my fault...

I feel bitterish.... I feel frustrated for not progressing for 17 years.

I'm super self-pitying... I wanna buy Starbucks everyday... I wanna get my own job. I wanna buy some stuff...

I wanna get Ken ( Barbie's Bf ) who can assist me in life... Like Garret or My Cousin-White...

9:23 am

Still,have windblow...

I was thinking if Ely is a good friend behind my back? Ely is a nice person in front of me coz originally he is a friend of my childhood bestfriend here named Apple. But I hope Ely is not doing any unfair things behind my back.

I still have credit on Ely amounting 4k pesoses plus... I still need to ask a back-up on Ely by next month coz I need to get a job. But I really just want Ely as a friend but if I can't pay him if I reach that 10k pesoses, I need to pay him a song number. But we are just FRIENDS!

On other men here, I don't like them for caging me, I can't give myself on someone that I don't like or will just bang my head...

If I don't ask them to help then I don't like them....I want Garret and my cousin-white... I wanna end up with someone who can speak English.

I have a windblow saying please,please fuck me,fuck me Peachy....I don't know them angels...

12:30 noon

Uncle DD and Aunt Karen are here again....

12:51 noon

So sad Uncle Jun is plastics on me... Coz he is asking for a coins again on Uncle DD....

When he is asking for a coins meaning he will lift you up... Sad family I have... Very,very sad angels....Sad story of Peachy....

3:55 pm

Still,have windblow...

I wanna leave Cavite..... I need a bf to assist me Garret or my cousin-white ( my first cousin ) I feel bitterish, why am I trapped for 17 years???

I need money... I wanna buy starbucks and I want vanities.

If this is Mitch it is so unfair,she had a botox already??? Why,Mitch? Did you give me these "simple battery"??? Did you get my seat without telling me? You model that without giving me here... You got all the crown???

4:08 pm

I need money angels... I want vanities and to buy cute stuff and my Dr Alvins Rejuv or Peeling Set...

8:40 pm

Still,have windblow...

I will stop putting a washable diaper on John... He got a "diaper urine burn" on his penis angels... I will just clean and put a betadine,probably his madre cacao ointment can heal it.

I need more washable diaper coz I let him wear it for hours... We have only 2 washable diaper. It is a lesson learned for today...

Sorry my baby John... I saw a wound or rash on his penis... It is a bit bleeding.... John's urine is acidic due to his vitamin C.

9:07 pm

We still need 5 or 6 more washable diaper in a day... But lesson learned John's penis needs to breathe... But a disposable diaper is fine, still I need 5 to 6 to 7 diapers in a day probably...

No undies for John now...

10:51 pm

Still,have windblow...

I don't like anyone here... I really like my actual first cousin-white or Garret...

The windblow is saying stay here... I don't like anyone here... I really wanna travel in a way and get some vanities like I need a regular foot spa... I need to go back to dentist for polish revive, I have a coffee stain.

I want Barbie looking guys my actual cousin-white or Garret but hating my cousin for being married...

I feel so ugly,old and fat with no story angels...

[five-thousand-loaves-of-bread]

answer in reblog bc easier! fun >:) sheepies

1. favorite sheep to look is jacob!! hehe they look like cows. even have favorite photo of them is in AAC & look very silly in them hehe

not know what favorite spin yet want to do breed study not yet done though & mix of memory issues n awareness issues (!!) n other cognitive disability issues dont yet know why but not really able tell difference between different wool feel like when spin, or remember :( feel very sad when people talk about able tell difference when spin

though right now like leicester longwool because fleece so shiny & lamb fleece very soft still!

2. start spin december 2022! not sure how explain exactly why start but probably just. was knitting & by extension started spin

3. first drop spindle was random amazon top whirl!!! dropped several times hook wiggling n fell off n had to glue shut, had to make notch deeper, etc but really do like & served long time!! not really comprehend yet different weight/types of spindle for different yarn so have spun both thick (worsted & bulky) yarns & thin (lace) yarn on it.

now use EEW 6 which electric spinner bc severe physical disability. is loud n vibrates lots n mine randomly stop sometimes but really do enjoy. is most affordable spinner can find. allow em still spin & also so much faster!

4. not sure favorite but most common use (prob because easier) is spin entire roving/etc front to end & then ply two end together

if want more matching color then split braid or batt in half n spin separate n ply together but like this one less because always spin one single more than other always leftover. but results better

want try lock spin

5. knit! snail parent!!!

n ramble abt disability >:) focus on severe disability & high support needs esp HSN I/DD as you all know

6. not really have one stand out

7. directly from farms or small business dyers n batt makers

(favorite yarn place is WEBS my beloved)

8. RAINBOW!!!!!!!!!!!!

not have to be pink/red/orange/yellow/green/blue/purple in that order or all of them but multicolor rainbow

especially ultra bright or pastel (duality)

9. not sure yet!!!!! foot stepping spinning wheel expensive & not sure how much can use a disability but want one day try

spinners of tumblr: I want more fiber friends on here so I've decided to do a little q&a type thing!! pick a question or two and answer in the tags (or however else u want to answer idc). I'm a fairly new spinner and it would be great to meet some of the other fiber artists in this space :)

please note that I am queer and pro-palestine, and that terfs are not welcome here <3

questions:

1: favorite breed of sheep (to spin, to own, to look at... up to you!)

2: how long have you been spinning and why did you start?

3: tell me about your wheel or spindle- how did you acquire it? favorite thing about it?

4: favorite spinning technique

5: outside of spinning, what hobbies or professions do you do?

6: a pic of your favorite spin

7: shoutout your preferred place to buy fiber

8: favorite color to spin- include some pics if you'd like!

9: dream spinning wheel, if money was no issue?

[taiyakiiwrites]

— DATING START! feat. DENKI KAMINARI

pairing(s): denki kaminari x gn!reader

wc: 0.7k+ words

content: denki being a simp, good vibes!! and some serious lovey dovey stuff at the end as a lil treat

notes: i’m thinking of making a series of relationship headcanons with class 1A. tell me what character you want to see next! hope you enjoy!

⇉ requests are open!! || main masterlist || rules

denki kaminari is a simple man: give him someone who has okay morals and who’ll give him attention and you got him interested

he likes having fun! once you two are dating, he’s immediately reeling you into adrenaline rushing activites:

rollerskating rinks! even if you’re shy, he’ll stay by your side, holding your hand as you’re holding onto the rail ㅠㅠ though whenever you’re ready, he’ll pull you into the center and dance with you to the funky 80s citypop playing on the speakers

and the lights with the music just make it so magical!!1!1

amusement parks! he will not budge from those carnival games until he wins you a teddy bear >:(( the whole day is just you and him running around the park from one ride to another and taking a bajillion photos

side note: he will do his best to take great photos of you. cause in the end, it’s a win-win: you get nice photos of yourself and a self-esteem boost, and he gets more photos of you to simp over and show off to his friends

“i know, my s/o is amazing? are you jealous? ‘cause you should be >:))”

the beach! no, this is not an excuse to see you in a swimsuit okay maybe that’s a reason but he enjoys the sun! from eating ice cream and relaxing on the sand, to making sandcastles and crying when they get destroyed by the waves ㅠㅠ

but when you guys aren’t outside, he enjoys playing video games with you. any game, really.

and no, he will not go easy on you.

this is war.

though, he likes it when you work together in games. he likes being on a team with you! and i get big nintendo vibes from him, so a lot of classic kirby and super mario

i personally think he really enjoys super mario galaxy ✨✨ it’s a way for him to calm down from the stress of everyday life, and with you by his side, it’s 1000x better

he also shows you his other interests! his manga collection, his music taste—you two like to listen to energetic and painfully basic 2000s pop music together whenever you need to get pumped up! for a big test, when you don’t feel motivated, or when you’re just plain bored :DD

he does love his paramore tho <33

and yes, he has tried to bake for you on special days (ie birthday, anniversaries, etc)

,,, but uh

let’s just say he’s been banned from the kitchen and will be chased down by bakugo if found within a 5 foot radius of the area

he’s a tad clingy in your relationship

okay, he’s very clingy

the idea that you chose him out of all of the other amazing students in UA baffles him, so he is not letting you

insecurity can get to someone!1!1!

expect many texts and calls throughout the day, though a majority of the texts will be memes 💀

he really does just want the best for you. he wants to learn about you! your family, hobbies, likes and dislikes, and everything that makes you you

unfortunately, it can make the relationship feel very one sided at times, since he’s always doing things for you. every time you do even the smallest thing for him, he is shocked. obviously, he loves it! but he doesn’t feel like he deserves it

ㅠㅠ

he tries to put a lot of effort in the relationship, because if he does, then it’ll seem like he’s worth your time. that he’s actually allowed to be with you.

he wants you to know that he cares, that he’s always there for you, but he’s terrified of making a mistake

denki hasn’t had a lot of experience in relationships, so he feels like he needs to constantly be perfect for you. and he has a lot of insecurities about himself, so stick by his side and reassure him when he gets too overwhelmed with his thoughts

denki does have trouble being serious when it comes to his own problems though, so you really have to dig. don’t worry about hitting a sore spot—of course he wants you to know all of this. it’s just that it’s hard sometimes to open up. vulnerability is scary, y’know?

just be patient with him. he’s thankful for every time you show that want to help him out

you two have a lot of fun together, but underneath all of the banter and silliness, he has your back