#literally came up with most of this at midnight while I was trying to sleep

[steddiealltheway]

1984 is not Steve Harrington’s year.

Not only does he find out that his girlfriend doesn’t actually love him, but somehow the creepy monster thing that united his now ex-girlfriend and her new boyfriend, came back in the form of some type of monster dog.

The highlight of his year might actually be befriending a nerdy middle schooler who introduced him to said monster dog - which he named Dart of all things... something to do with a candy bar.

He groans at the thought as the music from downstairs carries into his room. For some reason, Tommy Hagan decided to temporarily ignore the fact that he ditched Steve for the new keg king, Billy Hargrove, who managed to give Steve something else to worry about while literal Hell crawled its way into Hawkins, in favor of throwing a New Year's Eve party in the Harrington residence.

Typical for the year Steve's having. Why not end it horribly too?

He glances at the clock, relieved that it's already somewhat close to midnight. If it weren't for the noise, he would consider trying to sleep through this one. Instead, he lays back on his bed and hopes that no one tries to disturb him.

As if the universe can hear his thoughts, and then curse them, the door to his bedroom swings open.

Steve sits up with a huff and frowns at the person.

A guy with medium length curly hair and doe eyes stares back at him with a big smile that screams chaos.

"Sorry, dude," Steve says, "Bedroom is off limits. Go hookup, smoke, or whatever somewhere else."

Instead of leaving, the guy closes the door behind him and locks it.

Steve scoots back on the bed, hand reaching back to wrap around the nail bat he leaves behind his nightstand.

The dude raises his hands in mock surrender, silver rings glinting in the light streaming in from Steve's window - blinds open enough so he can make sure no one does anything weird in his pool. "Listen, man, I'm not here to hurt you or anything. Although you might hurt me when you hear why I'm here."

There's something about his voice that sounds familiar to Steve when it suddenly hits him - all the yelling and stomping around on tabletops. "You're Eddie Munson."

Eddie smiles and bows dramatically. "Guilty as charged."

Steve's frown deepens, and for a fleeting moment he thinks Dustin would really like the guy. "So, why would I hurt you if I hear you out?"

"Because, Steve," Eddie draws out his name as if it has a deeper meaning, "I was downstairs thinking about what a wonderful year I've had, and I decided that I might as well start the year with a little chaos."

Steve's grip tightens around the bat in case he's some sort of satanic serial killer or something, although his gut tells him that he shouldn't be scared of the man. "What do you mean by chaos?"

There's a strange glint in Eddie's eye when he shoves his hands in his pockets and rocks on the feet as if he wants to move closer to Steve but has decided to plant himself by his door. "I mean... I came to this party to sell my supply and after my whole lunchbox was cleaned out, I started thinking about who I should kiss at midnight. Or more precisely, who would be the worse option, or rather, the option that would bring the most-"

"Chaos. Yeah, I got that part," Steve cuts him off.

Eddie's smile changes to something genuine for a moment as he comments, "Wow, Steve Harrington is actually listening to me."

Steve rolls his eyes, grip loosening on the bat. "I'd rather you not stand on my desk to get my attention." To Steve's surprise, Eddie actually laughs in response and pulls a strand of hair in front of his face to hide his smile. And to Steve's much greater surprise, his heart starts beating a little faster and he finds it harder to not smile back at him. "So, chaos?" Steve prompts.

"Right," Eddie says, rocking on his feet again, "Chaos." He ducks his head for a moment as if hyping himself up for the next thing he's going to say, which is when Steve entirely releases his grip on the bat, realizing that Eddie is more scared of him. "So, I thought, to start the year off with the most chaos, I would choose someone to kiss that would bring the most chaos. And I thought, why not the host of this party?"

Steve frowns. "Tommy's downstairs."

Eddie mirrors his frown. "You're not hosting?"

"Why would I be in my room if I'm hosting?"

"Why would the party be in your house if you're not hosting?"

It suddenly hits Steve. "Wait, you want to kiss me?"

Eddie takes a step back, hovering even closer to the door than he was before. "Consensually, of course."

It takes a moment for Steve to fully process what is being asked. "You think I'm the worst option to kiss?"

"That's what you're asking?" Eddie asks, trailing off to mutter something like, "The fragile ego of athletes, I swear."

"I got dumped this year. Of course my ego is low."

Eddie smiles bashfully. "Sorry, my uncle always tells me I'm not as quiet as I think I am." And there's something about Eddie's cheeks that are slightly flushed, the strand of hair he starts tugging at again, and the way he can't stop bouncing as if he's buzzing with energy and nerves that makes him so...

"Yes," Steve blurts out suddenly. For a moment, he wonders if the mindf- mind fly? mind... whatever evil thing from a few weeks ago has possessed him.

"Yes what?" Eddie asks sounding genuinely confused. As Steve stands up to look out his blinds and shut them, Eddie rambles, "Yes, I'm not as quiet as I think I am? Or yes, you're about to punch me, and I'm going to finally figure out how it felt when you got your face bashed in a few weeks ago?"

Steve rolls his eyes before holding up both of his hands, mimicking Eddie's pose when he first came into the room. "Yes, I'll kiss you."

It's as if Eddie has forgotten he's asked the question the way his jaw drops, and he stares at Steve like he's said the most confusing thing he's ever heard. Which... to be fair... is highly likely.

"You want to kiss me?"

Steve takes a small step closer to Eddie. "I want to give you your chaos."' When Eddie doesn't look convinced, Steve takes a step closer to him, hand running through his hair as he continues, "Who knows, maybe it'll give me good luck or something for next year by cancelling out the chaos from this year."

Eddie nods. "Okay. You're giving me your chaos. Yeah. That makes sense."

"And you're taking my chaos away," Steve agrees, trying to tell himself that this is a rational decision. "This makes sense."

"You're not going to beat me up?" Eddie asks, risking a small step away from the door.

Steve shakes his head. "Seems like a bad way to start the year, don't you think?"

Eddie nods as Steve steps closer to him, slowly, as if not to startle him away. "You know, I thought just asking you would be chaotic enough as is and then I could run away and pretend you hallucinated or something when you tried to beat me up."

"Should've asked Hargrove then," Steve says, cocking his head to the side. "Does that mean you don't actually want to kiss me?"

Eddie swallows and shakes his head. "I didn't say that."

Just as Steve gets in front of Eddie, he hears people downstairs counting down from ten. "Good," Steve says, "Because there isn't enough time to find someone else."

Eddie scoffs, the countdown now at eight, "That's not true for you."

"Maybe, but I'm not really looking to find anyone else right now. Are you?" Five.

Eddie smiles and takes a step forward. "No." Three.

Steve reaches up to tuck a strand of hair behind Eddie's ear. "Good." One.

Steve's not really sure who moves first or if they move together, but the yells of, "Happy New Year" are drowned out as Eddie's lips meet his in a kiss that feels more desperate than Steve expected. He's not sure why they're kissing as if the countdown was for the end of the world, but he really doesn't care.

It's only when Steve's gets a little carried away, Eddie's back slams against Steve's door with a thud that's loud enough to alert anyone that something's happening in Steve's room, that Steve breaks away with a gasp, seeking the air Eddie's stolen from him. He wonders if - hopes - it's the chaos he's taken.

"Happy New Year," Steve whispers, hands cupping Eddie's face while Eddie's are tangled in the mess he's made of Steve's hair. He's not sure when either of those things happened.

"Happy fucking New Year, Steve," Eddie mutters, hands slowly dropping from his hair.

Steve's hands hold onto Eddie's face a little tighter for a moment, and he sees the moment a bit of fear sparks in Eddie's eyes. Steve quickly shakes his head. "No, I'm not about to beat you up. It's just... I kind of slammed you against the door a little hard there, and if someone else is up here and they see you..."

"Chaos," Eddie fills in with a nod, "And not the good kind."

"Yeah," Steve sighs, "Not the good kind." He glances to his window where the blinds are firmly shut - thank you Jonathan for teaching him that lesson - and down at the locked doorknob before looking back at Eddie. He glances at his lips momentarily before blurting out, "Stay with me."

Eddie's jaw drops, mouth opening slightly in shock.

Steve steps back, hands reluctantly leaving Eddie's face. "Stay until everyone clears out at least. No ulterior motive."

Eddie shoves his hands into his pockets and moves back into Steve's space. "What if I want there to be an ulterior motive?" He tilts his head down and gives Steve a case of lethal puppy dog eyes. "Fully take your chaos away, remember?"

Steve is absolutely sure that this in no way will take away the chaos of his previous year and will likely only invite questions, confusion, and further chaos into 1985.

"Yeah, I remember," Steve says, pulling Eddie into another desperate kiss.

Maybe Eddie was onto something about starting the year with a little chaos. And maybe 1985 will be his year.

(i accidentally wrote a tiny epilogue later in the tags that i really like)

[serxinns]

hi i was wondering if you do a yandere class 1a and dad aizawa x female reader and how would they react when they find out that she has insomnia and has trouble sleeping..what you have time.thank you.

(im also adding yandere midnight as well)

•one word they are not happy

•the class will 1st start to notice how you would fight to sleep in class literally swaying side to side eyes blinking fighting not to close whenever someone ask you something you would be in your little word that aizawa would have to slam his desk to get your attention

•Whenever your classmates tried to talk with , you would barely pay attention just staring at them while they talked and talked while you slowly fell asleep they had to shake ur shoulder softly to wake you up or whenever at training you always seemed to lack fighting you were a good fighter but is slow at reacting to stuff due to your drowsiness

•Aizawa was equally worried for you as well but hid it he would strictly lecture you about not sleeping in his class or you'll fail and you didn't even pay attention to that you just kept focusing trying to stay away which made him frown a bit

•The classmates worriedly asking you what time do you sleep and you always joke it off dismissing it and when they ask you to get more sleep you promised them they would but failed to do so which made them even more worried

•"Darling hasn't gotten as much sleep I'm worried for her..." Ochako said frowning the class made a secret meeting to discuss your sleepy habits "Whenever I tried to tell the dumbass about something she never pays attention just daydreams" Other classmates began telling their stories about your behavior until Izuku stopped everyone "guys guys I have a plan" they gather around him and looked at his notebook for his list of plans

•they gave you melatonin 2 a day which didn't work Aizawa tried giving you Nightquill which you didn't like cause of the taste, next was a good sleep schedule iida advised you to go to bed early but that still didn't work your classmates and teacher were getting more worried by the second until everyone thought of the same thing

Midnight

•Now Aizawa and Midnight don't get along well because Midnight trying to steal his child away from him but this is an "emergency" so he had to suck it up Aizawa and Midnight Midnight came up with an agreement that if she can use her quirk on you to help you sleep then she's allowed to cuddle sections only and IF she stops complaining about how dangerous and rough he's being with you

•So whenever you go to bed you see a purple mist you freak out a bit then suddenly you felt dizzy your eye lids feeling heavy and ur body swaying next you know you were knock out on the bed sleeping peacefully

•the next day you kept asking your classmates about this mysterious purple mist which then they either laughed it off or say that you were prob imagining things because you were half asleep you were sure you saw the purple mist tho right?

•While you were questioning your theories about the most your classmates and teacher all winked secretly

[darling-i-read-it]

Whispers

Dalton Lambert x fem!reader

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: insidious 5 spoilers, literally i think tahts it 

Author’s Note: In theory this is a part 2 to blue paint but honestly could be written by itself if you just squint lol. Everyone wanted me to write more for dalton and i was at WORK people but i am here to provide a plotless fluff. An old classic style of mine 🫡Also this fic could literally be called ‘maya googles whispered synonyms’ 

Everyone that asked to be tagged <3 : @geeksareunique, @chaoticxbee, @snixx2088, @ellaneyt, @bespinnn, 

Summary: The night you and Dalton just kind of let your relationship silently grow to avoid the horror of his situation. 

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

(not my gif)

You could feel sleep starting to overtake you. It was in your eyes, the drooping of your lids as you sat against the twin bed. Dalton was sitting on the ground as well, across from you. You narrowed your gaze at him, pursing your lips. You both had class in the morning. He still had blue paint stained on his face. You had leaned him over the sink and scrubbed to no avail. Finally you had both given up, conceding to his embarrassment in the morning. 

The sticky heat of the day had given way for the night chills. You could feel the difference in the cracked window. The breeze had started to get to you so you threw a blanket over your shoulders. 

Dalton, not wanting to fall asleep, sat across from you with a hoodie on. 

“Uno.” 

“No way,” you muttered. You looked at the cards in front of you, a large stack turned upwards and a yellow 7 card on top. “You just had like 15 cards. Take off your hoodie.”

“No!” Dalton exclaimed, laughing a bit. 

“You’re cheating. There’s no way I missed that. I’m literally the only other person here,” you offered. He shook his head. The clock was ticking away past midnight. 

“It’s late, you’re just starting to get delirious.” You shook your head, tossing your stack of cards down beside you. Usually you would never let a game go, especially one that was decently close. But you weren’t sure if you were even going to wake up to your alarm in the morning, let alone go to class. 

“Am not.” 

“I told you to go to bed hours ago.”

“Didn’t want you to sleepwalk on me,” you muttered. 

“Astral project.” 

“Whatever.” You looked up at the window. You could see the moon outside tonight in the clear sky. It had been a while since you saw the nighttime in a peaceful way. You were so used to being passed out by the time any kind of sereneness came along, or at a party trying not to pass out. It had been too long since it was just you and the night sky. And Dalton. 

Your phones were laying on the bedside table, out of the way and silent. You told Dalton to call his mom but he refused. He said he could do it on his own. He was probably just overreacting, he promised you. Overreacting didn’t make someone stay up late before an 8:30 class but you decided not to mention that. 

“I think I’m out D,” you muttered through a yawn. He nodded. He still looked wide awake, sans the bags under his eyes. 

“I wish we had a TV in here.” 

“Then we could watch Nightmare on Elm Street,” you joked. He half smiled, one of his cute little smirks. When you came to college you never thought you would admire these quieter nights the most. 

“Yeah.” You stretched, trying to shake the sleep out of your eyes. 

“I think I’m still gonna try to go to class tomorrow.”

“You know I don’t have a choice.” You nodded once and stood up, stretching. You felt your body expand as a satisfying calmness came over your body. Dalton grabbed the uno cards at your feet and started to put them in the box. “My last card was red by the way. You could’ve won it.” 

“Rematch tomorrow,” you suggested. You put your blanket over the empty bed. It looked like it hadn’t been slept in. There was no indent of a human having been there, no one having a good night's sleep. Though it didn’t look exactly comforting, it also didn’t look unappealing to your tired mind. Dalton had given you one of his pillows. You plugged in your phone beside you and glanced over at Dalton’s side of the room. You had looked at his drawings before but never studied them. 

Things seemed clearer at night. 

There was a picture of his mom at the piano above his pillow. He was moving around, shuffling, getting ready for bed and doing the last things he needed to. His head obscured your view. 

“She’s beautiful,” you whispered. “Your mom.” He looked at his sketch like he had forgotten it was there. 

“Thanks,” he muttered. His eyes lingered for a moment. You wanted to ask if he missed her but you didn’t. Putting him in that sort of emotional position would’ve been too much for so late. “She writes music. I remember when I was a kid she would sit at the piano when she had a moment to herself. My dad was always working so I guess I thought it was her job.” He shrugged. His eyes moved away.

“She sounds like a nice lady.” 

“She is. She deserves better than that guy,” he grumbled. He sat down on his bed. You were still sitting on yours. You hadn’t climbed under the covers, even though the cold was nipping at your arms. Chris’s words lingered in your brain for a bit, the prospect of staying in the same twin bed. You shook it off and went to grab the edge of the blanket. 

Dalton’s eyes stayed on you. He didn’t want to go to bed yet. 

“Do you mind the night light?” he asked, voice laced with exhaustion and a little embarrassment. 

“Nope. I like a little mood lighting.” You climbed under the covers. Once your head hit in the pillow it was like relief flooded through your bones. You reached up and turned off the lamp beside the bed. You could still see the outline of Dalton. His face, his hair. “I like your hair when it’s down,” you whispered. Your voice was gentle, slightly fueled by the lack of sleep. You could see him turn to look at you as he was getting under the covers. You nuzzled your head into the pillow. 

“Thank you,” he muttered, awkwardly. You smiled. You liked it when he squirmed a little bit. 

“I set an alarm.” 

“Okay.” There was a silence. “Goodnight.” 

“Goodnight Dalton,” you whispered. Your name hung on his lips but he didn’t say it out loud. Instead he just watched as your eyes shut into an even calmness. The contours of your face were illuminated by his night light.

He rested his cheek against the pillow. 

He admitted to being potentially dangerous to you and you stayed. He felt safer with you. Like he wasn’t in this alone. 

You fell asleep in 15 minutes. He could tell because your face was completely relaxed. There was no tenseness in your features, no worries about anything except getting rest. When he was positive you had drifted off he sat up, grabbing his sketchbook off the center table. 

He had drawn nothing but dark memories lately. A red door with blood haunted him. A face he didn’t recognize but one that he knew, watched him sleep. After the darkness flooding his brain he was happy to think of his mom. He was happy to remember her when she was tranquil. He liked the sketches that were less cursed. 

He started to sketch you. 

His eyes adjusted to the darkness easily. Maybe if he was super tired the next night then he wouldn't be able to dream or astral project. Just sleep. He wouldn’t mind spending tonight sketching you with observing eyes. He drew your hair as it fell in front of your face. The way your fingers gripped the blanket. Your eyes, fluttering with dreams. He wondered what you were dreaming of. He wondered if you ever dreamt of him. 

Just the thought brought a redness to his cheeks. 

He grabbed his airpod to put on some music. 

The room was so still. 

Your blanket touching the ground. The wind from the cracked window. Your even breathing, mixing with his, the only living sounds in the space. His dried paint on the table. The light from the hallway seeping in under the door. His unpacked bag at the foot of your bed. 

Your bed. That wasn’t your bed. That was an empty bed, one that would be filled by anybody. 

He sketched your nose. 

That could be your bed. He had nothing against that. A sleepover every night, a buddy to help protect him from the nightmares. He thought of his parents. His brother. His little sister. He was safe. 

He turned the focus onto your closed eyes. He was listening to some indie rock or something, whatever he had playing from earlier. He wondered what kind of music you listened to. 

You moved. You hummed under your breath, eyes fluttering open. It hadn’t been that long since you fell asleep, maybe only an hour. It was two in the morning.

You forced your eyes open. Dalton was still awake, sitting against the wall. 

“Still can’t sleep?” you whispered. The sleep remained in your eyes. 

“Not sure where I’ll float too.” You nodded. You slowly sat up, keeping your blanket around your shoulder. “What’re you doing?” he whispered. Speaking any louder would break the muffled moment. 

You shuffled over to his side of the room. He looked up at you, shielding his sketchbook. You barely noticed it. You stood at the side of his bed. There was a beat where neither of you moved. You nodded towards the bed. 

“Lay down.” He squinted, unsure of what your intentions were. He put the sketchbook on the side of the bed, onto the floor. He had it facing the ground so you wouldn’t see your face. He couldn’t let you know how he perceived you quite yet. 

He did as he was told. When he was comfortable you moved his blanket aside and got under the covers. You put your blanket over his so you had double the warmth. 

Dalton froze. 

Did he put his hand on you? Did he just let you be? He had to touch you, there was no way he could sleep here, stiff as a board, all night. 

“I don’t have cooties D,” you whispered. You easily got comfortable beside him. Your eyes stayed open as you looked at him, straight ahead. “You can touch me,” you said, even lower, so much so that your voice almost gave out. “If this is okay.” 

“It’s okay,” he promised. You smiled sleepily. 

He put his hand on your side and you pushed yourself closer to him. You took the initiative and placed your hand over his waist. He moved so that you could nuzzle yourself into his chest. He tried not to breathe too heavily but he was sure you could hear his heart beating out of his chest. 

“Sleep,” you breathed. “I’ll keep you grounded.” 

His breath hitched. He finally closed his eyes. 

He fell asleep quickly with you in his arms. He remained in his spot the whole night, the first time in a week. 

[kitthepurplepotato]

Chapter 6 - The man in Inko’s house.

Summary: Izuku want to see his mom but he finds another man in her house instead. Also, Izuku forgets to wear a shirt to sleep.

Warnings: Izuku in his underwear, no actual suggestive content this time but there are some suggestive thoughts in there (obviously😂), swear words

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“Tadaima.” Izuku mutters into your ear while he gives you a tight hug. He just came home from his last shift for the week. He’s yours for two whole days from now on, and it feels like a dream.

“I missed you.” You mutter back, your face flushed from the excitement. “I can’t wait to wake up next to you and cuddle. Then I wanna use the hot tub together…”

“Uhm, about that…” Izuku scratches the back of his head sheepishly. Oh no.

“If you tell me you are working tomorrow I swear to god I’ll cry.” You retort angrily, your arms snaking around Izuku’s middle possessively. By the look of it, Izuku really likes your new possessive side; his eyes darken as he buries his fingers in your hair, scratching your scalp to soothe your sudden anger.

“Definitely not, but… can we go to see Mom? I really miss her. Then the day after that we can… uhm… have the full day for ourselves. Just you and me. And All Meowt. And the hot tub.” Izuku’s face is slightly flushed as he says the last sentence but you can feel his excitement when his eyes shine in that adorable way it usually does when he talks about his favorite things and current obsessions, like that new new anime about the most popular girl falling in love with a random nerd. He’s absolutely obsessed with that shit, bless his little romantic ass. “I also want to formally introduce you to her. As my… my… girlfriend…” Izuku smiles shyly, his voice full of giddiness.

“Hmm…” You try to tease him, but his puppy eyes are too powerful. You have no idea how can he make such an adorable face and how can he still have baby fat on his face at his age. You can’t help yourself; you touch the soft skin, slowly stroking up and down then back up until you reach his freckles, connecting the dots with your finger, taking in the sight of them as counting them would be impossible. “Have I told you how much I adore your cheeks?” You mutter as you leave a tiny kiss on the most freckled part of his skin. “And your eyes… you are so handsome, I can’t say no to this face.”

“Says the most beautiful girl with the sweetest smile.” Izuku mumbles with his eyes downcast which makes him look like a shy school boy confessing to his first love and it’s the cutest fucking thing the world has ever seen.

Okay, this needs to stop. It’s literally past midnight and Izuku haven’t showered yet.

FOCUS.

“I’ll wait for you in bed.” You leave one tiny kiss on the greenette’s cheek and sneak out of the embrace, your steps quick as you walk towards the bedroom; you can hear Katsuki yelling “just fuck already”, loud and clear in your head but while you would absolutely love to finally have him to yourself, it’s kinda fun to tiptoe around each other; there is something about Izuku’s shyness, about the way all his touches scream innocence that makes your heart flutter and you are honestly not ready to say goodbye to that.

It doesn’t take Izuku too long to snuggle up to your back as he always does but the first thing you realize is that… he’s still kind of wet. Not too much, just the way the person skin’s feels like when they get out of the shower… wait.

Skin. Your naked shoulders are touching skin. Izuku senses how your shoulders tense and moves away from you; you murmur a silent “fuck” under your nose for being so weird about the situation, but hell, give the girl a warning, will ya?!

“Sorry, I forgot to bring a shirt with me and I’m too tired to get one but if it makes you uncomfortable…”

You hate the hesitation in Izuku’s voice.

“No, I was just surprised, it’s fine. Come back, I’m cold.” You turn to your other side, snuggling into the man’s pecks, silently thanking all the gods that it’s dark as your face is probably more red than a lobster’s. Your heart skips a beat as Izuku pulls your closer, his body flush against yours; your pajama top rode up in the motion so there is so much skin-to-skin right now your brain is about to combust. You can feel his abs through your belly; they are hard and sturdy but the skin is really soft, much softer than you’ve expected it to be; he doesn’t get many scars around that area thanks to the reinforced bullet and shockproof vest he wears under his hero costume. You have a really strong urge to feel it with your fingers, find every dip, every crevice until you remember them all even with your eyes closed but Izuku had a hard week and he’s probably tired to the bone so you decide to hide your face in his neck instead, snuggling into his warmth until you become a putty in each other’s arms.

“We should do this more often.” You murmur into his neck; you can feel him shivering as your hot breath licks his skin.

“Sweet Pea, I won’t be able to sleep if you keep doing that.” Izuku mutters shyly, his words followed by a pleased sigh.

“You haven’t slept for a week Izu, I’m quite sure you’ll manage.” You giggle but you roll back to your original position to let him have his peace tonight. Izuku doesn’t wait long before he pulls you back to him; after a few seconds his breathing evens out and he’s out like a light.

He must’ve been even more exhausted than I thought - you think to yourself as you slowly follow him to dreamland, his warmth seeping into your bones through your light pajama top.

~•🥦•~

Things you are not ready for at 9 in the morning:

- Izuku’s absolutely beautiful sleeping face.

- Izuku’s washboard abs glistering in the sunlight as he somehow manages to kick the covers off himself.

- Izuku still in bed, at 9AM. End of sentence.

Oh, and how can you forget the most important thing….

- The top of Izuku’s broccoli tattoo sticking out of his tight boxers as his gorgeous abs glisten in the sunlight at 9AM on a Saturday morning.

Izuku’s nose scrunches adorably as though somehow, he’s able to feel your eyes on him; he shifts to a new position and sighs contentedly, his hand reaching out to find you in his sleep; you sat down during your inner monologue so the only thing he could find was your upper thigh. He grabs the warm limb anyway, his face scrunched up in concentration as he’s trying to figure out what is he touching. You are half embarrassed and half amused, a tiny giggle leaves your mouth as Izuku tickles you by accident. His hand wonders around again, this time to your inner thigh and that’s when you whimper; Izuku opens his eyes to see what’s wrong and he pulls back his hand right away like your skin just burned him.

“Uhm… good… morning.” Izuku mutters, his face hidden in the pillow. Somehow, it sounded like an apology but you are glad he didn’t actually apologize; he has no reason to do so and you really want him to get to a point one day when he doesn’t feel the urge to say sorry for doing things he enjoys to do. For instance, every time his kisses get a bit rough, he apologizes, like it’s not the most normal thing in the world to get a bit unhinged while you kiss your loved one. He also says sorry when he accidentally touches the side of your… well… bosom. Or your bottom.

Okay, you can kinda understand the last two as you two haven’t really done anything too cheeky yet and Izuku wants to make sure he has your consent before doing any of that, but you would be happier if he would just ask you if he can instead of running away like a 30 year old virgin every time his finger touches a bouncy area.

Okay, how did you end up thinking about that?

Ahh, probably from the sight of his own, juicy ass in those tight black boxers.

… focus, woman.

“Really good morning indeed.” You look at Izuku’s god-like, half naked body; damn, those back muscles are (also) something else. You can’t wait to be able to ask about every single scar covering his body; there is a lot, some of them massive and brownish red - probably old burn marks while some of them are long, white and thin, almost elegant compared to the violent claw marks on his side. Some people might be put off by all the damaged skin, but honestly, they just make Izuku even more handsome in your eyes; they are the proof that Deku is a hero, a proof that he would do anything to save the innocent, to protect his city and it’s people. His back is like an abstract painting sitting in a museum; some people look at it and think “this makes no sense” but those who understand get teary eyed from all the emotions, of all the stories hidden behind the random lines of the canvas.

“Let’s… uhm… get ready. Yeah.” Izuku shuffles off the bed with a red face and you can’t help but giggle at Izuku’s awkwardness.

~•🥦•~

“So… this is it.” Izuku parks in front of a small, adorable house, right next to a small forest. You lived in Tokyo for god knows how long yet you didn’t know there was a place like this in the area; well, it’s quite far from the center to be fair and you never really felt the urge to sit on the train and go around the main city, so it makes a lot of sense. “It’s a small house, but mom didn’t want a bigger one. She said it would be too empty without me.” Izuku sighs, still affected by his mother’s bittersweet words. He’s such a mama’s boy!

“That’s so sweet.” You mutter, a little bit anxious about being here; you know there is no need for you to be stressed about today but it’s still a big step in your relationship, so of course it will affect you.

“Come on, mom will be so happy to see us!” He grabs your hand and pulls you towards the entrance, fingers intertwined as he opens the door and barges in without a single knock.

Well… Izuku clearly forgot to tell his mother that he’s coming over.

How do you know that? Because there is another man in her house. The man’s hair is blonde and messy, body skinny and fragile, a little bit unhealthy from the distance but there is a slight, healthy blush on his face which tells you he’s probably fine. His face is really kind and he was cleaning the leaves of a massive money plant when you two barged in so he’s clearly not a weirdo which makes you extremely happy because you would definitely have a few words with him otherwise. No one plays around with the innocent, naive Inko. No one.

The man looks extremely surprised first but then his face changes into a happy grin as he looks Izuku up and down with a proud smile.

“Midoriya-shounen!” The older man hops over to you two and hugs Izuku tightly. That nickname rings a bell.

“All Might!”

Wait.

Okay, wait.

No fucking way.

��All Might?!” You mutter incredulously. The blond man just smiles at you awkwardly like he’s a little bit ashamed of being outed this way but wants to make a good first impression anyway. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to be rude or anything…”

“It’s all fine, my darling. Everyone reacts like that. You must be the famous Sweet Pea, I’m so happy to finally meet you in person.”

All Might has the kindest smile. It literally brings sunshine into the already bright house.

“Izuku, All Might is in your mom’s house!” You mutter under your nose while you ignore the world around you for a few minutes; it’s extremely hard not to freak out over the fact that you’ve just met Japan’s biggest hero - you are a nerd after all.

“Oh, yeah, why are you in mom’s house?” It seems like Izuku didn’t even realize he’s not supposed be here in the first place, he was so excited to meet his father figure again. He’s so fucking precious.

“Oh, well… my mansion was a bit too empty for the little old me, so I… moved here?”

Izuku almost chokes on her saliva while you can’t stop gawking at the blond man in front of you.

Well… that’s… an interesting plot twist.

“You are my mom’s roommate?!” Izuku yelps and you can’t help but sigh at that.

Two middle aged people sharing a house as “roommates”? You’ve never heard such a bullshit. Is Inko dating All Might?! Is that why she kept this a secret from his son even though they talk on the phone every week for literal hours?

“Inko wanted it to be a surprise, so… surprise?” All Might still talks to Izuku like he’s 15, making over-exaggerated facial expressions and you can see on Izuku’s face that he’s back to being a young boy, shy and nerdy, craving the love of a father he never had.

The whole situation might be considered weird from an outsider perspective but somehow… it just works. This family is special; they love with their whole heart, platonic or not and Inko letting his son’s role model to live in her house so he doesn’t get too lonely is such a Midoriya-thing to do that you are not even that surprised.

“I’m really happy.” Izuku mutters, tears welling up in his eyes as he hugs the thin man again. “I’m really happy, dad.”

“My boy…”

Aaaand… everyone is crying.

If this would be a fanfiction, this would be the perfect time to end this chapter as the emotions are so strong, the reader probably needs to take a breather.

“To be continued.” You giggle to yourself as you look around the house to find the missing piece; Inko, who’s hiding behind the bathroom door, crying a river as she takes the beautiful sight in front of her.

… Next Chapter!

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Potato ramble:

- Bro I have a confession to make: I ship All Might and Inko more than I ship anyone else in this anime. I have no idea why.

- I went to a garden center and bought a plant plushie. It reminded me of the first few chapters of this story when Deku was proud of not killing a plant, but the plant was fake so I named him Deku. 😂

- Some bad news for next week: I’m taking a break for 1 week. Life has been a bit hectic around me; I went back to full-time after being a part timer for a year due to mental health issues (it’s really not as bad as it sounds I swear.), Christmas in retail sucks and it sucks even more when you work in the busiest store in the area and I also got some worrisome news from my doctor which triggered my old anxiety and I kinda need some time to sort my shit out. I already know I won’t have time to write both of my series this week and I don’t want to ruin my upcoming birthday by forcing myself to edit and write that day, but that’s the only day I’m at home this week. So yeah, I’ll be back in two weeks! Maybe even sooner, we will see how it goes.

- Have a lovely week, guys! 💜 Tell me your thoughts! 🥦

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[asiandra-dash]

I am once again asking for your akikasa support. (Headcanons) pretty pleeeeease with a pancake on top?

I'M SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG UM I FORGOT THIS WAS IN MY DRAFTS AND I DIDN'T HAVE TIME TO TYPE ANYTHING UP ON VACATION I'M SO SORRY also I'll be answering your other Akikasa ask with an AU if that's cool cause um no hc or stuff was specific on that one and I'm going to explode if I keep quiet about my AU any longer

The the little emojis in brackets are HCs I stole borrowed from my friends

Akito sings in his sleep. Sometimes Tsukasa wakes up to hear it and he doesn't dare to move until silence fills the room again.

Tsukasa probably snores and it annoys the hell out of Akito.

Whenever Akito can't sleep Tsukasa mumbles a bunch of super cheesy stuff to him until he falls asleep [❄]

Whenever Akito thinks Tsukasa's talking too much, if not many people or no one they know is around, he kisses him and that shuts him up immediately because Tsukasa is the one who usually gives the kisses.

Before Akito and Tsukasa started dating Rui would sometimes tease Akito about it. Akito never told him but Rui obviously put the pieces together.

Rui is absolutely an Akikasa shipper lmao

Before they started dating Rui probably locked them in a room together once and came back to them making out (lol)

Most of the time at school if Tsukasa starts screaming about a bug Akito will appear out of nowhere and take care of it, no one ask where he came from.

They both have an album on their phones of photos of each other trust.

Akito can kind of draw and sometimes when he's zoning out in class he'll find that instead of notes he's made a small doodle of Tsukasa in his notebook and it takes all he has to not physically cringe at himself. [⭐]

Meanwhile Tsukasa does them intentionally while somehow taking notes. He likes showing them to Akito who loves them but refuses to admit it.

Whenever someone brings up Akito and Tsukasa's relationship, Akito begs them to shut up while Tsukasa casually hops in and takes over the conversation.

"Tsukasa? I mean, he's cool, I guess." "AKITO??? [Insert a 15 paragraph essay on how much Tsukasa loves him]"

I think they both listen to each other's alt vocals of their songs

Tsukasa definitely learned some VBS songs, especially Akito's focus songs. Sometimes Akito will hear him humming one of his songs and god he loves this idiot so much

Akito refuses to admit he learned any of WxS's songs but trust me he did and when Tsukasa found out for the first time he burst into the room SHOCKED

Akito booped Tsukasa once and the blond kinda just. Stood there. In shock. Cause. Like. What. Akito was the last person he expected to get booped by.

Akito likes it when people mess with his hair, even though he'll act all pissy about it. But sometimes he lets Tsukasa pet him.

Tsukasa found this out after Akito came out of the bathroom fresh out of the shower and his hair was still drenched and Tsukasa insisted he help him dry it.

Yes they definitely stay over at each other's homes sometimes.

Whenever Akito stays over at Tsukasa's, he often wakes up to breakfast (and it's usually pancakes)

Tsukasa frequently gets woken up by Akito's midnight texts and he would complain if it wasn't for tired Akito being so overly affectionate

Whenever Akito gets sick and Ena can't take care of him Tsukasa comes over to take care of him and he will go all out

Tsukasa buys things for Akito a lot because it reminds him of him

Tsukasa swears Akito hates him sometimes and when Akito finds out he will frantically try and find a way to make him change his mind

Whenever Akito has dry lips Tsukasa makes him put on lip balm and if he refuses he puts it on himself

Like he will literally make him stop whatever he is doing and MAKE HIM put it on

Akito wears a lot of jewelry like earrings, necklaces, piercings, etc. and Tsukasa sometimes helps him put them on... Though he does question why he wears so much

Tsukasa rambles a lot and though Akito spaces out at times when he does, he still appreciates that Tsukasa trusts him enough to talk about whatever on his mind

I refuse to think about how things will go after Tsukasa graduates but they probably call a lot I guess. Idk it hurts to think about it

I think I talked about this already but I wanna say it again Tsukasa steals Akito's hoodies a lot

Whenever Tsukasa comes over almost every time he finds one of his hoodies gone and when he asks Tsukasa about it he denies it until he wants to give it back (He has at least five sitting in his closet)

Akito doesn't mind though lol and Tsukasa always gets him new hoodies anyways (even if they're not exactly pretty but he'll still wear them)

Whenever Tsukasa wants new clothes Akito goes along with him cause trust me even if a bunch of those VBS outfits look ugly as shit Akito knows what he's doing

Tsukasa always carries an umbrella with him when he's out with Akito just in case it rains

I think it would be really funny if Ena sometimes had to tell them to stfu when Tsukasa is over cause trust me they ain't gonna be quiet (Akito room reveal when)

I got bored in Hong Kong and decided to ask all my friends if I should make a satire Darkside Akikasa GLMM... It doesn't look satire at all please help me (I have one minute left to make)

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[cryptidwithacopiccollection]

-points at you with delight and glee- FELLOW MARINE BIOLOGY/OCEANOGRAPHY ENTHUSIAST!!! hi I love your mer-attorneys and all the sea creatures you pick it delights my inner fish immensely

FKJHSAJHKSDKHSD THANK YOU!!

This whole AU would not have been possible without @original-character-chaos, who contributed to like half of the creature picks for the mers. It started out as me making a joke that if Miles Edgeworth was a mer, he'd be a frilled shark. Nox then asked if Gumshoe would be an octopus. Then I decided Franziska would be a sixgill because I love sixgills. We promptly spiraled out of control from there.

And when I say spiraled oh boy do I mean it. Under the cut is several paragraphs of infodumping.

First was our basic criteria: only deepsea animals.

Next came picking out deepsea animals for everyone. At this point we had Mia, Maya, Pearl, and Miles figured out, but we needed something for phoenix. At first I tossed around the idea of a coelacanth, since they're both blue and incredibly persistent, but they aren't able to swim very deep (only 700m down, mia would have had a 6,000 meter lead on him). Then I was looking up deep sea sharks. and one name stood out as odd to me. The basking shark was on there. Which was weird, they're surface dwellers. They literally have "basking" in their name, why would they be deepsea. Then I found out that they can dive up to 2,000 meters below the surface. for reference, that is as deep as GIANT SQUIDS.

And then it clicked that of COURSE Phoenix Wright, of all characters, would make a great deepsea mer to have basking in it's name. A few other factors, such as basking sharks being able to breach and being warm-blooded (just think of the cuddling possibilities), sealed him in.

Not only did we decide that we were only allowed to pick deepsea animals (reaching the twilight zone, aprox. 200 meters below sea level minimum, preferrably closer to the midnight zone at about 1,000 meters), but each character, save for identical twins, would be a different species. The specificity has gotten to the point where all mers in the Fey family have to be in the order scyphozoa, aka "true" sea jellies, and ON TOP OF THAT their bioluminescence directly correlates with their spritual power. So Mia, Maya, and pearl are all bioluminescent, but Dahlia and Iris aren't. Similarly, while we decided to give all characters distinct species, we also wanted bio family to show some relation to each other. So while Apollo is a thorny whiplash squid and Trucy's a vampire squid, they're both red cephalapods, and their common root, Thalassa, is a blanket octopus. Nox and I were kinda loosing our shit trying (and failing) to cross-reference the depth range of the gelatinous blanket octopus (Thalassa), which is different from a the shallow-dwelling rainbow blanket octopus, and even after digging up actual research papers our findings were unfortunately inconclusive. Another less complicated example is Manfred vonKarma, who we lovingly gave a greenland shark for the fact that he's old as fuck and also full of poison. Then of course Franziska had to be a shark too, so I said bluntnose sixgill because they are so fucking cool, and everyone sleeps on them.

And I mean it. Look up the largest sharks in the world. #1 will be the whale shark, for obvious reasons, the largest we've ever accurately measured was over 60 feet long. #2 will be the basking shark, which also checks out, their largest on record was over 40 feet.

But then you check for the next on the list. Now, weight-wise, the results do look different, but we're specifically focusing on the length of the shark from snout to tail-tip for this. And it's also where I start wanting to throw hands. On base reaction, most people would say the great white. A good record on measurements is this article, but they unfortunately appear to have fallen for the Great White propaganda, claiming the largest one on record was 23 feet. Wow, that's big! Sure would be cool if it was true. The largest great white that I can reliably find measurements on is Deep blue, who clocks in at just over 20 feet. There are unconfirmed reports from several hundred years ago of whites that were well over thirty feet... that I don't believe were actually great whites. See, they bear a striking similarity to the harmless, much larger basking shark, and I'd bet actual money on these reported catches just being very unfortunate baskers, sorry guys.

So, great whites only grow to about 21 feet MAXIUM, and most average 15-16 feet. Why have I spent so much time tearing them down over sixgills? WHEHEHEELLL. Buckle up. The largest recorded bluntnose sixgill shark was

26.

feet.

long.

Unlike great whites, a sixgill has no larger relatives to be mistaken for.

AND while I'm at it, I would like to add that the average size for this species, 11-14 feet, isn't nearly as well documented as other shallow-water sharks, and is based on when the shark reaches sexual maturity; sighted sixgills often reach well past 18 feet. Submersibles have encountered massive ones, such as this gorgeous beast, and because I'm so very normal, I did the math. It's stated in the extended cut of the exploration that her head is about 3 feet wide. And based on this reference, i measured out a sixgill's head width as about 1/7th of their total body length.

3 x 7 is 21, so that shark is, give or take, about 21 feet, possibly longer. Since they are deep-sea sharks, with the adults sticking to deeper waters, it is entirely possible that the largest ones are just chilling near the seafloor having never seen a submersible or ROV. Even discounting that, we have a (albeit roughly) measured sixgill who is as big as Deep Blue, if not bigger, and google is a liar.

They also are responsible for trying to eat underwater ethernet cables

So yeah. that's a lil bit of lore for Law of the deep, the silly little deepsea mer au for ace attorney! Thank you so much for the ask, again :D

[novella-november]

Okay I know I came to you for advice at the start of the month but I need more, I'm very sorry

So I've only started writing properly recently (100,000 words in three months including cut scenes), and its... incredible. Genuinely the most amazing thing I've ever experienced, it's like I've found my purpose in life.

But I've run into an issue where if I don't write at least a thousand words or so per day, I literally will not sleep. It just does not happen, my brain is busy and buzzing even though I'm tired. The thousand words isn't really the issue - it's well within my capability and I can write four thousand in three hours if I set my mind to it - it's more that I won't always have the time to complete that and I don't want to become reliant on writing.

Is this a common issue for writers or am I just being wierd like always? Additionally I should note that I have ADHD/autism so when I get hooked, I get HOOKED

to me at least as a fellow Autism + ADHD haver, this sounds like its part of the ADHD; it causes sleep issues on its own, so if you're now using writing as one of your energy outlets,

you might just need to either see if not looking at a word count helps you (so you don't feel compelled to write 1k minimum every day) , or try keeping a journal document, where you just write down all of your base ideas so you're not so anxious about forgetting them while you sleep, and see if that helps?

One thing I've done where I'm too tired to write but not tired enough to fall asleep because adhd-insomnia is I just lie in bed using text to speech with my eyes closed most of the time until I find myself actually nodding off, so I'm not just lying in bed bored out of my mind for hours...

I've also just generally started taking Melatonin gummies a few hours before I go to bed so that I can fall asleep by midnight, because If I don't take melatonin I am probably going to be awake until 4 or 5am... no matter how early I got up that morning 💀

[manchurian-barnes]

Coffee Shop Blues and Red FINALE (Peter Parker x F! Reader)

Post NWH - Collage Peter!

Busy nights filled with college course work, leads to late nights in a crappy coffee shop, the only perk? Friendly neighbourhood company.

To keep updated heres the Series Masterlist and for my other works, you can find My Masterlist Here!

Two hours. You'd been waiting two hours...and honestly it was past the point of freaking out. You were angry, and you felt guilty over feeling angry, and then you felt worried and guilty that you hadn't felt guilty first off. Two hours, sitting in a silky dress watching the news for updates as your date, quite literally was off saving the world.

"C'mon man!" Peter yelled as he jumped to another building, scorpion jumping after him and slamming his stinger into the bricks making them glow with his green poison. "Let me finish this then araña-" The psycho called back at him. Peter stood on the edge of the building with his hands on his hips. "Now, why would i let you poison me and the people of NYC Gargon?! Logic please-" He sassed back as he webbed the stinger and tried to pull it off. "If you just go to the raft tonight without a fight-maybe you make parole!" He yelped as the scorpion grabbed him by the leg and threw him into the middle of the street. He literally dented the middle of the road. Letting out a pained yell of "IVE GOT A DATE MAN!"

It was midnight when you heard a thud on your window. Forcing it up with a gasp when you saw the state of him. "Get in here-Oh my god Peter you should be at a hospital-" You scolded. He didn't respond he just shushed you. He pulled a battered flower from behind him. "S-Sorry, I missed our date...I have a good reason-" "Scorpion was trying to poison the population of the city with hallucinogenic?" You answered for him. Holding his arms and guiding him to lay on the couch. Hooking the side of his mask and tugging it off. "Tell me what I need to do here Pete-" You begged him.

It took a while but eventually you got the hang of stitching him up, every gash on his chest and arms. Leaving him to get a hot flannel and clean off most of the blood. He looked to you, studying your face as your hand ran back and forth across his chest. "I bet you thought the first time you'd see me shirtless would be more exciting-" He coughed out a laugh. "Who said this isn't exciting?" You let out, voice flatter. He took note of that, "I swear I was on my way-" "I believe you..." He caught your wrist in his hands. "y/n this is sometimes the reality...gimme a day and I'll heal up nice-" "You think this is putting me off?" You laughed for a moment. Leaning down, looking into his eyes, free hand reaching up to push his hair back, eyes tracing his face, staying on his lips for a moment.

"You wanna sleep here?" You asked him. He shook his head, "Ill swing home-" "I have a bed-" "a spare?" He asked softly. "No, I was thinking we just share my bed...so that if you need me...you can y'know just nudge." You chuckled. He took in a sharp breath in a bed with you all night...how was this not playing out the way he wanted it to?!

It didn't take long for peter to fall asleep, however you stayed up, watching him, caressing the side of his face to settle any discomfort as he slept. You'd never seen him up so close...he couldn't sleep...peacefully...always seemed to stir unless your hand was on his chest, anchoring him down a bit. His heart beating as steadily as you figured it could given the circumstances of this evening.

When Peter finally woke up, he was dazed and mildly confused as to why you weren't beside him. "y/n? are you there? Y/n-" he paused when you came around the doorframe. "You snore." You stated with a small chuckle, walking to the bed and laying back down beside him. His hand went to the side of your face and he just stared into your eyes for a while and he smiled at you, making your heart want to burst. "Thank you…I will make it up to you…" He promised. Laughing at the way you rolled your eyes at it. You leaned against his hand, enough to turn to kiss his palm. Making Peter's heart burst a bit. "I want flowers and chocolates-" You teased, and he found enough strength to push himself up on one arm and lean down to you. "Anything you want…you got it." To punctuate he kissed your forehead and just lingered there. "You got a shitty first date huh?" He whispered…mad at himself honestly.

You gave him an old t-shirt to wear and he just used his suit around his waist as trousers. Spending the day with you, laying on the couch. You didn’t complain, not once about having to nurse him. You just did everything you could to make him comfortable. Ending up with your head on his shoulder. "So, where will we go, on this redo first date?" you asked him. He chuckled.

"I know this really good coffee shop."

End Of The Series! - Thanks to everyone who has followed and supported this series, hopefully you’ve enjoyed it enough to drop a follow to see when my next one comes out! if I ever decide to write more...

If you enjoyed this series and are curious to see more of my works you can find them on My Masterlist!

[theskinnistfairyprincess]

Rant. 🍃 so good luck making sense of this

I've been failing at this ana shit for a bit, God I hate myself. I just ended my period and I felt awful for gaining weight, but I'm sure the weight stuck. I'm trying to fast for a bit starting about 15 min ago(midnight)

I wanted ice-cream around 11 so me and my bf got some Ben and Jerry's pints, and my bf put his in the freezer without opening it. He said he needs to get back on a work out routine cause he is getting chunky or fat or whatever. He is literally skinnier than me. What bs is this?

So I stopped eating immediately and undid the damage as best as I could while crying. Over 6 dollars on a pint of brownie fudge, just to scrape the top and cry and p0rge. My bf was passed out when I came back to our room.

I also introduced him to Supersize vs superskinny. He is kinda interested, but just to make me happy. I love him, but omg, would it kill you to not say shit that makes me feel like shit? like don't tell me I eat fast. If I finish my burger before you, don't say "daaammmmnnnn" like wft?

And he doesn't have a job, so I spend more money on food for him than I spend on anything for myself. And he gets the munchies.

Sometimes I wonder if life is really worth it at the point. I've been off my meds since my 18 bd in March, and I can fucking tell that I'm worse. I miss my stuffed animals from my parents house and I keep having dreams that I'm back there. Most nights. It makes me fucking scared to sleep.

Scared to sleep, scared to sleep, can't talk to my brothers, almost rebuilding my life. If it only gets worse, how can I handle it?

And omg the fucking animals. He has a dog. Great, i love him. We live with his parents, his mom has 4 cats and the 3 females all had babies. There were 13 kittens all together. They are all dead. 4 from one cat were premature and died same day. The rest were pretty much unalived my their mom's on accident. And we live next to a corn field, so there are fleas and bed bugs. The bed bugs aren't in our bed. Just his parents.

Is this the post that gets me t-worded? I'm going to wake up in the morning to my tumblr not existing. My work will be gone. I have 202 followers atm, please don't take it away

[korn-dogz]

Head sfw and nsfw hcs pls

YES I LOVE HEAD

Summary: head nsfw and sfw hcs

WARNING: smut, fluff

Sfw

-head loves you so much, he became emotionally attached to you

-after a long day at the studio he just wants to come home and lay on your lap

-he’s a very protective guy, if he sees another guy in the band trying to flirt with you he will throw hands, you mean so much to him and he doesn’t want to see another guy flirting with you

-he lets you braid his hair and make different hair styles

-he LOVES hugs from you, he will melt in your arms

-long makeout sessions. His tongue is huge and thick, he loves feeling the inside of your mouth

-he will always joke around you, cracking jokes whenever, you always laughed at his dumb jokes

-he’s a REALLY heavy sleeper, he will accidentally roll on top of you or kick you many times during his sleep

-he can sleep for hours with you, even if it was just a nap he will sleep until midnight

-he’s a great cuddler, he loves wrapping his arms around you and whispering sweet nothingness into your ear

-every time he’s on tour he will call you everyday, he misses you so much on tour

-he’s very clingy, he’s used to people only using him and hurting him, so when you came along everything changed for him; he never wanted to leave your side

-forehead kisses with Brian <3

-he loves to lay with you in bed while you smother him in kisses

-he loves to get high with you, it’s always so much fun when your both out of it

-how you gets met: you two met in high school when he had this long ish hair, you were working as being a hair stylist and he came to you, because of him ever since that day he came to you to get his hair done; everyone was going to you. You started talking to Brian and found out a lot about him, eventually he asked you out and you said yes, the rest was history

-you were always there for him, you’d smoke with him and talk about nothing for hours

-he was the first one to say “I love you”

-he calls you basic but cute nicknames like “sweetheart” or “baby”

Nsfw

-he has a wild sex drive

-he could go for hours (most of the time he looks like a dead corpse by the end of round 2)

-he’s a pussy eating CHAMPION, he’s a monster at eating pussy, that long tongue can reach places I tell you

-anything you do turns him on, even if it’s bending down to pick up something you dropped or stretching

-he will do it anywhere. The risk of getting caught turns him on

-he loves it when you ride him, he still has that sense of dominance but sometimes he loses it when you start grinding down on him

-he’ll get you to give him suck him off before a show or literally anywhere, this man has no shame

-he loves filling you up with his cum, to see his seed leaking out of you turns him on every harder

-he will leave hickeys anywhere he can reach, and he loves playing with your nipples

-he will go crazy if you play with his nipples

-he will make any kind of noises, mostly groaning, but sometimes he moans like a bitch

-he’s no used to being the sub but he likes it when your dominant, gives him a rush

-going down on him would be awesome, he would groan and pull your head further down his cock. If you gag he’ll just keep going deeper, he’ll apologize afterwards; he gets a bit carried away when you’re going down on him

[winderlylandchime]

Hello and happy new year, i hope you’re doing good and that you had a good NYE.

Here are just some highlights from what you’ve missed in the latest episodes of ‘My brother is an idiot’.

In case you wondered how we spent NYE, let me tell you that originally we were gonna go to a bar with our neighbor and socialize but she got sick, so my brother changed plans and made her watch 3x08. That’s right, he calculated when to watch the episode so that Britin reunion happened exactly at midnight. We entered 2024 with Lover’s spit, ngl it was both amazing and impressive. And the clock went midnight right as the song started/their iconic reunion happened and we all yelled ‘AYYYEEEE HAPPY NEW YEAAAAR’ He also showed her 3x14 and not to anyone’s surprise, the ending still makes him cry.

Also a very important update: THE CAST IS OFF!! He walked out of the office and literally put a fist into the air like a dumbass and then looked at THE ENTIRE WAITING ROOM, pointed to his fist and went ‘I’m back, baby!!’ And then to me ‘I almost put that Proud song on to play it so I could walk out all dramatic and put my fist in the air like in that movie.. But I’m too fucking traumatized by that song cause of the finale so just imagine it for the experience okay?’

Btw our dad is coming in on Wednesday so that he can spend some time with us and then go home with my brother. So naturally my brother has spent the last day and a half going through episodes to decide which ones to show him. I fear my dad might strangle him when he realizes he’s being tricked into watching qaf. But i am curious what his reaction is going to be and which episodes he picks.

And the most important thing that I actually thought will be avoided: about 2 days ago, I left him at 10.30 pm to go to sleep. He was reading fan fiction and at the same time watching fan videos of Gale and Randy which…okay, go off. Please try and guess what the fuck happened next because i can guarantee you, you’re gonna be wrong.

He came into my room and woke me up out of nowhere and i asked what’s up, thinking it’s some emergency. And i can see on my clock that it’s like 4.45 am and he’s crouching next to me, holding the laptop, turns it towards me to show me some random site while almost blinding me and then whisper yells at me ‘this Hal dude is or was a fucking prick! What the fuck did Gale and Randy ever do to him? And why the fuck did those two old dudes hate Randy?!’ And then he just got up and walked out (leaving the door open because of course) and just says to himself or me ‘they did nothing and he’s acting shadier than a fucking palm tree!’ I woke up the next day, genuinely sure that I dreamt that and I come to the living room and he’s in the same position as I left him in and he goes ‘oh this dude is lowkey annoying, i just read this post from a convention and he doesn’t know how to let other people talk, why did he answer a question about gays and his gay friends when Randy was asked as a gay man? And I didnt know those writers sucked so much, they looked like they got along at that gay panel but apparently they hated each other? By the way do they still do these conventions?’ All this was said to me in one long ass breath, right as i woke up. Felt like a fever dream ngl. He was practically bouncing off the walls because of how much coffee he drank because he stayed up all night reading up on Gale and Randy and anything qaf related he found. He even found old Gale interviews from The Advocate and later found out Gale was also in a motorcycle crash and he texted that to our mom saying that clearly that means they’re soulmates of some kind and she just replied ‘or that you’re both stupid <3’

He said that after he finished his fics, he started watching videos and then he went to check bts videos and interviews and he looked all that up and got war flashbacks because they just asked whatever they wanted in the old 00’s tabloid era. And that somehow lead to him finding a link to a fan forum or something and then he just spiraled. He said that when he saw Hal being shady, it was either wake me up and tell me OR wake up our parents..

oh and during this all nighter he also put together a playlist that he named ‘Bri Bri in a nut (ha) shell’ and it’s songs from the show that he thinks fit Brian best. So now he goes back and forth between the playlists depending on his mood and how much he misses Brian. I created a monster and you all helped me. Thank you very much

Dear sweet anon!

I am so sorry for the delay in responding. I haven't been on tumblr because the new stuff at my job is cutting into ALL MY PRECIOUS SCROLLING TIME.

(And fic writing, so sorry everyone!)

NGL I am high key impressed that he figured out how to time the episode so that Lover's Spit was playing when the clock struck midnight. That is some dedication. What time does one need to start the episode for that to happen?

Congratulation to your brother on getting the cast off! I'm so glad he can return to making the ally fist.

But oh nooooo, he has fallen down the rabbit hole of the bts and what has been shared and pieced together and what can be observed. But couldn't he have sent you a voice memo rather than waking you up?

I'm curious if he has any fic recommendations for the fandom? And, also, what is in his Bri Bri playlist?

I like your mom's response to your brother's belief that both him and Gale being in motorcycle accidents makes them soulmates. Maybe they could be soulmates for another reason. Your brother could kiss Randy, for instance.

I hope your 2024 is lovely so far! I can't wait to hear your dad's reaction to being ambushed with QAF.

[thatoneguy56fanfic]

This thought has been on my mind for a while now, and I decided to share it. (Also it’s almost midnight where I live, and I’m half asleep as I’m writing this. So I apologize in advance if this doesn’t make a lot of sense, or if there’s a bunch of typos/mistakes lol.)

To be entirely honest, I used to be a big critic of Baavira. It wasn’t until very recently that I started to become more interested in the ship, and now I can honestly call myself a fan. They’re adorable together. However, one of the most prevalent arguments I see used against Baavira is Kuvira’s chose to sacrifice Baatar Jr in B4E11. Let me share my thoughts on this decision and why I think it she did it. (Also I’m by no means trying to justify her actions, I’m just sharing my thoughts.)

I have a lot of headcanons about Kuvira, which is unsurprising since she’s my favorite character in LOK. But one of them is that she’s a master tactician. She proved this by the very act of restoring order to the Earth Kingdom without any real help from the other nations. This is both one of her greatest strengths and her biggest character flaw. Because when she’s in “battle mode”, she focuses on the numbers. She weighs every potential action against the probability of it succeeding.

If it’s too risky, she won’t do it. Which is also why I think she truly decided to attack the United Republic. Not just because it was once Earth Kingdom territory, but because she didn’t want an enemy at her doorstep. So she chose to eliminate the threat. I think she used the same line of thinking when it came to Baatar Jr. I truly believe that when she ordered her soldier to find out where the signal was coming from, she originally planned on rescuing him.

But then she started to calculate the numbers. Baatar Jr wasn’t being guarded by run of the mill United Forces soldiers. He was surrounded by the biggest threats to the Earth Empire. Not the least of which being the literal Avatar. It wouldn’t have taken Kuvira long to realize that a rescue mission was simply too risky. Even if her soldiers breached the building and subdued the defenders, there was too high of a probability that Korra or someone else would’ve escaped. And she couldn’t risk them escaping, only to come back and harass her forces again later.

Not to mention that I believe that Kuvira was in a rush. She knew that the other nations wouldn’t respond well to her attacking the United Republic. So I personally think that she was trying to end the campaign quickly, so she could shore up her defenses just in case the other nations decided to try something.

So she chose the one option that could potentially give her the best outcome: blowing up the building. I don’t think she made this choice lightly, and if you watch closely enough you can see her hesitate slightly before firing her spirit canon. It wasn’t a long moment, of course, but it was there. Yes, her fiancé was in the building. But so was everyone who was leading the resistance against her invasion. In the end, Kuvira knew that blowing up the building could potentially win her the battle in a single blow, and ultimately that was the best option at that time.

If you still don’t believe me, rewatch the finale. Kuvira becomes truly desperate in her final fight with Korra. I personally think this is partially because of her guilt about Baatar Jr.

But anyway, this post is long enough and I should really get some sleep lol. Thanks for putting up with my rambling.

[alieinthemorning]

Wish on Us [Ace Trappola | Nijiue Yuuta]

Content: First-Meeting, Nightmares, Falling In Love, Literal Sleeping Together, Love Confessions, OC-Insert

Pairing: Ace Trappola/ Nijiue Yuuta

Note: Under the cut due to 3,000+ word count

Header: @/lolitsleia

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This work’s concepts, plot and original characters are my own which means I do not allow any sort of creative theft nor do I allow my work to be entered into any sort of A.I. bots. Thank you for respecting my space and boundaries

It was almost midnight, and Nijiue Yuuta was still awake. He and sleep just had a very complicated relationship. Whether it be staying asleep, falling asleep, sleeping during the middle of the day or simply not sleeping at all.  So, most of the time, he spent his time curled up on the seat of his room’s bay window, mindlessly scrolling on his phone until his eyes hurt, and he absolutely had to get to bed.

Tonight was different, however. Tonight, a bright orange-red glow forced him to remove his gaze from his dim phone screen to the dark sky above.

"What is that...?" He whispered to himself as he watched a red line shoot through the sky. "A shooting star...or maybe a meteorite?" He hummed, watching as it slowly crossed the sky.

Then a childish thought came to him.

He closed his eyes, clasping his hands in front of him. "Starlight, star bright"

What would he wish for? "First star I see tonight."

Maybe a better sleep schedule? "I wish I may, I wish I might."

Nah, he could do that himself, just really needed to put his mind to it. "Have this wish"

Oh! That's it! You'd wish for— "I wish tonight."

"What's the wish? I ain't got all day." Yuuta jolted, checking his phone, frowning when he found that it had died.

So what had made that noise—"Look at me." Something hot grabbed his cheeks, yanking his face to the side. "Now, answer my question: What's your wish?"

His eyes widened as he took in the stranger.

They had orange-red hair, red eyes and a gold star painted (or was it like a birthmark?) over their left eye. Yuuta tried to get a peak at their clothing, but they pulled him closer.

They sighed. "I get it—A guy like me is so handsome that you can't fathom it, but you can't be so stuck that you can't answer a simple question."

Yuuta shoved himself out of his grasp, hitting the back of his head on the window (ouch). “What are you?”

He gave you a look. "What does that matter? Just tell me your wish, so I can go."

Yuuta blinked. "What wish?"

"The wish that you were just about to make? The connection got cut off, so I had to come here."

“You were the shooting star?” Yuuta raised a brow. He would chalk this all up to sleep-deprived hallucinations, but he could still feel the heat from where his fingers grasped his cheeks.

"Wishing Star, but yeah, whatever."

"Okay, Mr. Wishing Star—"

His face scrunched up. "Ew, no. Call me Acedia."

Yuuta rolled his eyes. "Okay, Acedia, are you trying to tell me, without so many words, that you are a Wishing Star, specifically the one I just wished on, but something happened while I was making my wish and that's why you're here—to get my wish?"

Acedia nodded. "Hit the nail on the head. Now tell—"

"I forgot." Yuuta stood, heading back to his bedroom.

Acedia blinked at Yuuta, and Yuuta blinked back.

"I'm sorry—what?"

"I forgot the wish."

"You have got to be fucking shitting me." Acedia dropped his head into his hands, turning his back to him.

Now that he didn’t have that bright-ass red gaze piercing through him, Yuuta could take a better look at his outfit. It wasn’t anything too special, though. Purple robes with a golden star pattern, and very sparkly.

A frown tugged at his lips, "Is me forgetting really a problem? Can't you just move on to the next wish?"

"I would if I could." Acedia sighed deeply, facing him. "But I accepted your wish, and until I fulfill it, I can't move on."

"Oh...well that sucks."

"Yeah, it's really fucking bad, actually" And then his body changed, morphing into a ball of red light that shot pass him, phasing though his window and out of sight. Yuuta crossed his arms, annoyed. "It can't be that bad..."

Yuuta didn’t see Acedia much after that. Only every so often when he would pester him about the wish. At first, he was just gonna tell him whatever to get him out of his hair, but then he realized that, despite how dumb this was, this was potentially a once-in-lifetime thing, so the wish shouldn’t be wasted.

So, in the end, he just resolved to ignore him. Which honestly worked against him since he went from simply appearing at random to deciding that sitting on his couch with the fattest fucking frown, and complaining about wanting to go home was the best way to guilt (see: annoy) him into giving in. He did, however, still disappear during the night (not like he was impeding his sleep anyway).

Yuuta didn't budge, much to Acedia’s chagrin.

And then it was Monday, and everything changed (for the annoying).

"Where are you going?" Acedia asked as he watched him shuffle from the kitchen to the front door.

He pursed his lips. He didn’t think he’d make a big deal out of this.

"I'm going to work." He replied as he threw his scarf around his neck.

"Oh, so you can go to work, but I'm stuck here." Yuuta heard him get up, ready to crowd him out the door.

He rolled his eyes, turning to face him.  "Yes, I can't exactly have a bright red—"

His eyes widened, as he, once again, took in his (new and improved) appearance.

Instead of that fiery orange-red hair, it was now a muted light brown, as well as his eyes. The golden star had now become a cluster of freckles in the same pattern. His clothing was still the same, however.

Yuuta gave him a flat look. “You’re not coming with me looking like that.”

“Come on, I’m tired of being cooped up in here, let me just walk around or something.” Acedia sounded like he was pleading, but the way his body was still very close to his (despite him being shorter), said otherwise. “‘sides, it’s not like I’ll get cold or anything. I run hot.”

Yuuta gave him a flat look before rolling his eyes. “You’re also not human, but—fuck it, fine—just don’t bother me. I get off at three, so you better be outside waiting for me.”

“Why do I have to wait?”

Yuuta sighed roughly as he slipped on his shoes. “Because my neighbors will freak if they hear someone in here while I’m supposed to be gone. Then they’re gonna be nosy, and I really don’t want to deal with that.”

“Fineeee.”

Work was nothing to write home about, Yuuta did what he was supposed to do, and only cared a miniscule amount about what Acedia was doing (if he got into trouble, he didn’t know him). When he finished locking up (it was a small store, two people could run it just fine), he found Acedia leaning against the wall.

“Finally.” Acedia sighed as he pushed off the wall approaching him. “That took way longer than what you said.”

“It only took ten minutes to close. Chill out.” Yuuta rolled his eyes as he started down the street.

Acedia was quick to join his side. “This isn’t the way to your place—where are ya going?”

“Store. I don’t feel like cooking.”

“You can cook?” Acedia eyed him warily.  “You sure don’t look it.”

“Shut the fuck up. You talk like you’re gonna be the one eating it.”

Yuuta really wanted it to be an in and out trip, grab a sandwich, chips, and a drink, and get out. Unfortunately for him, however,

“Who’s this with you, Yuuta?” Mrs. Sakamoto, resident gossipmonger, asked as he walked toward the check-out area.

There was another cashier available, but she had already called out for him. Sure, he could ignore her, and just go to the other person. Yeah, he’d be a dick (not that he cared), but he really didn’t feel like hearing people whisper about whatever nonsense she’d cook up from this interaction (or lack thereof).

“This is my friend, Ace.” He replied, not missing a beat. He knew if he hesitated, she’d be onto him in a heartbeat.

“Oh, your friend.” She quickly slid his items across the scanner, “Twelve thirty-eight.”

He grumbled under his breath, pulling out his wallet. Shit was getting more expensive by the week, he fucking swore.

“So, Ace, I haven’t seen you around here before. How are you adjusting?”

Acedia raised a brow at her, most likely surprised that she bothered speaking to him. “I’m just passing through.”

“Oh?” She took the money from Yuuta, “I presume you’re staying with Yuuta then?”

Acedia shrugged, and her eyes narrowed. Yuuta could feel a headache coming on as he ushered Ace out the store.

“What was her deal?” Acedia asked as they were comfortably away from the store (and Mrs. Sakamoto).

“She’s homophobic, don’t worry about it.”

Ace scoffed, a frown settling on his lips. “I thought people like that would be little to none by this point.”

“There’s always gonna be people who hate people.” Yuuta couldn’t even sound bitter if he tried. He was just…tired.

So very tired.

Acedia usually fucked off at night, went to explore the area, and mingle with whatever other Wishing Star was in the area. When he returned to Yuuta’s place, he was usually holed up in his room, doing Lumine knows what. However, tonight was different. When he returned, the first thing he noticed was the silence. There was also some kind of noise coming from Yuuta’s room, whether that be from his TV or phone, or his talking to himself (since he clearly didn’t have friends). The silence unnerved Acedia, but it was really his business, so instead of prying he just settled in.

Until the noise returned. First it was small, quiet little whimpers, then it built crescendo into strangled screams. So, even if he wanted to be a dick and ignore it, he couldn’t. Acedia didn’t like intruding on Dreamers spaces (that’s why he stayed out most of the day), but he also didn’t want to be a dick by not doing anything.

So, he steeled himself as he approached Yuuta’s bedroom door. Just as his fingers grazed the knob, a loud scream cut through the garbled fear.

“Stop!”

He threw caution to the wind, throwing the door open.

However, he wasn’t prepared for the sight before him.

Yuuta was sprawled out on his bed, sheets haphazardly on his body, the bed, and the floor. He was sweating and clawing at his shirt, as if he were trying to rip his heart from his chest.

And he just kept shouting, “Stop, stop, stop.”

Acedia froze. He didn’t know what to do, should he intervene, or should he just let him weather the storm on his own. The crossing thoughts only lasted for a few moments, though, because streaks of red that crossed his vision pushed him into motion. He rushed for Yuuta, not caring about intruding or getting harmed in the process.

He had to protect his Dreamer.

So, he reverted to his Steller form, and entered Yuuta’s dream.

Usually, when a Wishing Star entered a dream, they were deposited right into it. Whether that be a sweet dream, nightmare, or nothing. But what he dropped into was entirely new.

Yuuta was sitting in black, not darkness, but pure void. Knees up to his chest, curled into himself. He was so still, so quiet.

So very quiet.

He couldn’t even hear his footsteps as he approached, as if the surrounding void was even stealing the sound. He reached a hand out, hesitating for a moment, before grazing against his bare, scared arm (how hadn’t he noticed all those before?). However, a sharp power pushed him back, and just like that, Yuuta’s body unfurled, back slamming onto the flat surface below him.

And he screamed,

and screamed

and screamed.

He was still screaming even after Acedia was forcefully ejected from the dream. And into Yuuta hovering over him, face pinched in disgust.

“What the fuck are you doing in my bed?”

Acedia just blinked at him, still too far away to properly respond.

Yuuta sighed roughly, turning away. “You know what? I don’t care, just don’t bother me again. I’m exhausted.” And he buried himself underneath the covers.

Acedia laid there for a while, until his eyes were forced open from the harsh light that attacked his lids. He attempted to move his arm to block it, but found it stuck. Rolling over, and squinting, he found—

Yuuta’s face, a hair's breadth from his own. His face exploded.

Literally.

As Acedia launched himself from the bed, Yuuta lurched backward.

“Ow! What the fuck?!” He was clutching the side of his face, despite there being nothing there.

But Acedia didn’t stay long enough to explain to him that it was just his body heating up, and despite how his hair looked like it was on fire, it most certainly wasn’t. Instead of explaining all of that, he bolted outside, and didn’t turn up until the dead of night.

This lasted a far longer than Acedia wanted to admit, but he got over it.

Eventually.

Snow melted away, making way for blooms.

Yuuta thought that today would be a good day to go outside and paint.

And so did everyone else, not to paint necessarily, but everyone and their mother was in the park today.

Yuuta sighed, as his eyes scanned the place. “I’d really rather not work in such a crowded area.”

Ace hummed, then nudged him. “Follow me, I know a place.”

Yuuta snorted. “Oh, really?”

“Yeah, I used to come here a lot.” Ace grabbed his sleeve, tugging him along. “So, I know of a more secluded area that I think you’ll like.”

And he was right, the place was far away from the others, hidden by a large group of trees, but beyond them was a small meadow of wildflowers of all different colors. However, despite the beautiful scenery in front of him. He couldn’t seem to focus on it. Instead, his paintbrush wandered along the canvas.

Until Ace’s beautiful brown eyes were staring back at him as he stood in the middle of the flowers, a crown of them atop his head.

He looked like a fairy.

Blooms withered away as heat waved over them.

“Don’t you dare fucking touch me, you fucking sun.” Yuuta kicked Ace, who was trying to slink closer to him, away.

“Ugh, this is no fair.” He groaned as he flopped back.

“Turn off the heat, and maybe I’ll let you hold me hand.”

“Your hand? Really that’s it?” Ace pouted, “I wanna hold you.”

Yuuta could keep the blood from pounding against his already flushed cheeks. How could he say something like that when he could barely handle hand holding before?

He paused.

Six months have passed since they’ve met, less since…this began.

Where did the time go…?

Fog rolled in as showers poured.

Fall was a quiet time, a time of mourning.

Although Ace did not know what it was they were grieving over. He stood by Yuuta’s side regardless.

And water crystallized into unique flakes.

It had been a year since Acedia had descended upon Earth to bless Yuuta with a wish. A wish he had yet to grant. However, neither of them were complaining. And how could they when they melded together so seamlessly.

Acedia now answered to Ace. He took the form of the boyish brown hair and eyes, and clusters of freckles around his left eye. He had his own normal clothes (that rested beside Yuuta’s), and—

“I’m glad you still run like a furnace, even in this form.” Yuuta said as he pushed himself further into his chest.

Despite sleeping in the same bed for a while at this point, Ace still wasn’t completely used to the unrestrained physical contact (especially with how they started out). So, he kept his head tilted up and away from Yuuta’s view, so that he wouldn’t see the flush pulsing against his cheeks.

“Y-yeah…”

He felt Yuuta’s chuckle rumble in his chest.

“I know you’re blushing.”

“That doesn’t mean you gotta point it out.”

“You should be glad I’m too comfortable to look at you and make you really turn red.”

“Shaddup and go to sleep.”

They’d found routine in their life.

Until something came tearing across the sky, destroying that fairy tale life.

Ace didn’t sleep, there was no need. So when he and Yuuta turned in for the night, he simply laid there as he rested his eyes, content with listening to his soft snores, as well as fending off whatever nightmares plagued him (which were thankfully becoming more far and few).

However, as the bright red light grew brighter and brighter, Ace knew his days of playing pretend were as good as over.  So, he quietly slipped free from Yuuta’s embrace, and headed into the living room.

Where his superior, Riddleaum, awaited him, burning a hole into the rug with the impatient tapping of his foot.

“You’re as red as ever.” Smooth, Ace.

“You’ve got a lot of never to even speak to me, Acedia.” Riddleuam began as he marched closer. Despite their height difference, he still was able to easily dominate the room. “It has been over a year since you were assigned, why hasn’t the wish been granted yet?”

Ace’s gaze slid away, “He forgot his wish.”

“He may have forgotten then, but that does not mean that he should still be wishless!” He scoffed, eyeing Acedia with disdain. “I’m sure you’ve just used this time to slack off.”

Ace’s eyes widened as he summoned his scepter, while Riddleaum’s frown turned into a smirk.

“I’m sure you know what this means.” He pointed the ruby gem at him, “By the power granted to me, I decree that you have until the moon reaches its highest point to claim the wish.” His smirk widened, “If not, you will never reincarnate, and you will fade into dust.”

Ace went to gulp, but the searing pain that clasped around his neck stopped him from doing so. Instead, he nodded.

“Good, I will return promptly. It would be in your best interest to chase after that wish now, less you know what’s good for you, Acedia.” And with that, he left.

Ace dropped to his knees, hands hovering over the glowing mark that now marred his skin.

“What the hell am I supposed to do?”

And how exactly would Yuuta take this?

He was dreading it, but he had to do it, because it would be better to meet him down the line through reincarnation, than to fade into dust in his memories.

He steeled himself, waited until the cycle of day became night yet again, so he asked him.

“What’s your wish, Yuuta?”

Yuuta raised a brow at him, “This is still a thing? It’s been forever since you asked.”

He was going to wave him off, and push him, but Yuuta asked him something instead.

“What about you?”

“What about me—what?”

Yuuta scoffed. “What’s your wish?”

Ace started to shake his head then close his eyes as he paused to think about it.

Did he have a wish? No one ever asked him. Since all he was ever told to do was grant wishes. But if he had one, what would it be?

He sighed to himself.

Why was he asking?

His eyes slide back open

When the answer was right in front of him.

Cold, callous fingers gently grabbed his cheeks.

“Tell me.”

“You already know it.”

“Tell me anyway.”

Ace covered his hands with his own. “You. You’re my wish, Yuuta.”

"I'm glad." Yuuta smiled wide, and bright. "We have the same wish."

And then suddenly everything is different, but also so very familiar.

When me and Rogue start talking…I start plotting. This idea he proposed struck my fancy and I kinda lost my shit with it. The notes? Went crazy. Literally gave him another form, like he is now a creature who is blending in with the people.

And then when I start thinking by myself, I go: "But what if I made this with his OC, Yuuta, in mind (Yuuta my beloved boyo)." And then I said screw it, I'm gonna write a fic for his OC, and his OC alone. :3c

Also, WHOOPS SORRY RIDDLE! Basically, Riddle ascended to a higher power because he didn't want to be reincarnated into another shitty family (also rules are cool)!

His reaction (there was alot of reaction but here's a snippet):

I think he likes it!

Also little day of pubslishing note: Happy Final Fantasy VII Rebirth release day!

Ko-Fi | Commission | Masterlist

[gaeyaa]

Monster trio, Koby, Law, Ace and how'd they confessed their love to you

Credits to @sasyashy on Pinterest

• LUFFY

My boy wasn't aware of what he suddenly said;

It was midnight, you couldn't sleep as you could still hear the rattling from Luffy trying to open the fridge.

You decided to scold him yourself but surprisingly, when you arrived to the kitchen, Luffy wasn't there. He probably gave up,

You knew the lock password, since the fridge was already there, you decided to take a piece of food.

Just as you were going back to you room, Luffy suddenly pops out. He begged you to give him some, you really couldn't hesitate those puppy eyes

You suddenly lost your appetite so instead, you gave all the food to him.

Luffy: MHM SUGEEE!! THANK YOU Y/N!! I LIKE LIKE LIKE YOUUU!! YOU'D MAKE A GREAT WIFE!!

You felt as if he said that out of happiness, so you just smiled back, red.

Despite that, the second thing you knew was becoming Luffy's gf

• Zoro

It wasn't planned at all he just, said it

This man was non-stop drinking literally just after a fight, he was celebrating victory he said

You couldn't help but worry for him, too much can cause negative effects, you deeply believe

In worry, you decided to check up on him. In the roof deck, you saw number of bottles beside him, he was asleep.

You saw a small amount of saliva coming out of his mouth, you didn't like the smell so, you decided to wipe and close his mouth for him, when he suddenly pulled you closer saying, Don't go now..

His muscle-y hands were trapping you, however, you still insisted on letting yourself go. It was for the good of him, you just wanted to get a pair of clothes and a pillow for him

He finally let you go, as promised, you went to get clothes and pillows for him.

When you came back, he pulled you close, to his chest. You could feel his heart beat, and he suddenly whispered to you

I've only had little bit of people taking care of me. Thank you, Y/N........ I....love you..zzzz

He said faintly as he was starting to doze off.

He now in deep slumber, you were all red. You didn't know how to react.

Not knowing what to do, you sat beside his sleeping ass, caressing his hair.

I love you too, drunkass

• Sanji

You've never thought of him as a creepy pervert, instead, you enjoyed every moment of him being all shy and sweet everytime he sees you, it feels as if someone suddenly likes you for who you are

It was time for your morning tea, you asked Sanji to make you some, as a gentleman he is, he gladly agreed.

Thank you, you make the best tea. You replied with a smile

He smiled back, with numerous hearts suddenly popping out from him, he was like floating. You found it cute

Your tea arrived, but surprisingly, it wasn't Sanji that gave it to you, instead it was chopper. You didn't mind it, but it was unusual so.

While sipping, you noticed a piece of paper attached beside the only sugar cube you didn't use, you took it, read it quietly

It was a piece of torn paper, stating how much he loved you.

You turn red as you read it. You immediately rushed to the kitchen to reply

Yeah it wasn't too obvious

You said with a soft smile.

Sanji walked towards you, pinned you to the wall, and kissed you, intimately.

You were blushing so much as his tongue reached yours, you couldn't feel any teeth at all.

Do you love me too? Y/n san~

Yo-you idiot!

You replied, your face was filled with so much emotions,

Sanji chuckled, teasing you,

It was the most simple confession ever,

It first started when both of you were laughing while staring at the bright stars.

You were talking about the funny moments you experienced with the strawhats, ace couldn't help himself but wheeze thinking about his brother.

Then, the sudden solitude came, you loved how cold the breeze was and how quiet the atmosphere was. You caught ace locking his eyes at yours when he suddenly said

The moon is beautiful isn't it?

Pretending you didn't understand the meaning behind it, you just replied with an yes, it is. Along with a smile and a chuckle.

The next day, you and ace were both in a mission (you though so) surprisingly when you arrived, Marco suddenly appeared, you decided to follow him.

The place he led you to was beautiful, you couldn't believe it. Birds were flying high above, there were flowers everywhere.

And then he appeared, the soon to be love of your life, Ace.

He was holding a bouquet of flowers, it was as if you were getting married.

You were in pale pink red, butterflies was flooding your stomach. He held unto your hand and then he confessed to you

The day I met you was a gift and today, I am ready to accept it. Y/n you have been in my heart and thoughts for some time now, I didn't know how to confront it. Today, with all thoughts aside, I just want to say how much I love you

He said as he looks deep into your eyes

You couldn't believe it, but you were more than happy to accept.

Koby

You both were at a marine deck when you saw him wanting to greet you, he was somewhat smiling awkwardly. You found it cute so you didn't mind

That very same day was the day your new station will be announced. After months, you and Koby will finally separate. You didn't know why, but the thought of it somehow saddens you.

Just moments later, a random marine suddenly appears in front of you, but he said.

"This person just wanted to say he love you and that he will truly miss you. Sincerely your, 22"

22? Who could that be

That person got you curious all night, you couldn't get any sleep at all,,

The next day, you were going to finally leave. As you step unto the ship,

Someone suddenly starts running like crazy. As he gets closer, you instantly knew it was him when you saw that pink hair.

Y/n chan! I could not get the right time to tell you this but, I LOVE YOU!!

he said shouting while bowing

I turn to hug him and promised;

I will come back, my 22

He suddenly bursted into tears as you leave

(dw you'll come back in a few months🤭)

• Law

12:26 pm, you wake up to a man knocking hard to your window, he was bruised and extremely injured. When law went to check, he suddenly felt weak as he got closer to the man

Law really wanted to take care of the man, so that all of you could get a good night rest. But every time he just got near, he starts trembling.

Maybe the man's somewhat related to the sea prism, or the cause of that injury was related to that stone.

Maybe, you replied. No worries I'll do the operation. You said calmly. We can't have this man waiting, he's on the verge of dying let's go

14 hours have past, the operation is finally done. Everything would've been faster if law did it. But you were happy to save this man's life.

Just after the operation, law was waiting outside. He was wondering why and how'd it take so long, however, once you stepped outside you suddenly fall, completely dozing off. You're temperature was high too. When law caught you, he couldn't help but worry.

The next day you wake up, beside him, sitting while reading a book.

He stared at you for seconds but then he decides to hold your hand, tight.

I shouldn't have made you do all that, I'm sorry. I love you, I love you y/n, pls, don't make me worry like that again.

He said, you couldn't help but blush and reply with a warm, I won't, promise.

[webbedphantom]

BEAT TACTICA!!

Took way longer than I expected, but that's probably because I'm an idiot and decided to do every quest-

Anyways, full spoiler breakdown below the thing

Okay, so I called a lot of the twists for the third kingdom ahead of time. Like the second I saw Eri, I was like "She's gonna die," and when they kept covering up the ruler's name in static, I was like "It's Toshiro's shadow"

But like even though I kinda called it, those moments still hit me hard. Like I didn't think the creepy principal would push her in front of a train, or that she'd survive only to have her spirit broken.

And while I kinda saw the God thing coming too, I didn't think the Shadow was a fake created by him, or that Erina would turn out to be TOSHIRO'S PERSONA LIKE WHAT???

(Though that does mean that my whole concept of Arsène becoming his own person is now substantiated in canon, so that's neat)

Also the Velvet Room becomes a Train because shut up it's cool

The final kingdom was a bit of a slog, though probably because I'd been marathoning the entire game for several hours with no sleep, but still doing a boss rush, broken up by lengthy combat arenas is like... like the most padding that has ever padding'd.

Still I did it, beat all those refights, and even did the bonus quests to unlock everyone's ultimate skill which was SUPER NOT WORTH IT FOR EVERYONE BESIDES JOKER AND TOSHIRO BECAUSE LITERALLY ALL OF THEIR GUNS DO MORE DAMAGE

(And I'm pretty sure Joker would've been in the same boat if I grinded to get his best weapon)

Granted, that's my fault for not putting points into the amplifiers, and spending a lot of time fiddling with Personas to get the best weapons possible, but still like c'mon! Why would you ever want to spend like 75 SP for a big blast when I could just use my gun and do like 10-15 more damage??

Granted, the AOE on those attacks came in handy sometimes, but because by the time I unlocked them for everyone (because yes you still have to put points in for them after doing the quests), I was at the final boss, so there weren't a lot of enemies to blow up

Final boss was a good time though! Had some fun gimmicks, a cool design, actually made me think for a bit, didn't last too long, had great music, all the good stuff you'd want from a final boss. Certainly better than Midnight Suns final boss, I'll tell you that much-

AND THAT ENDING FINISHER HOLY SHOCK

I thought Strikers had a good ending with them doing an All Out Attack on the final boss, but this-!! OH MAN, this a whole other level of cool

Literally an entire shonen anime fight scene to cap the whole thing off, everyone gets a moment to shine, Joker uses his grappling hook in some very Spidey-esk maneuvers, Erina has a Super Saiyan moment, turning into her Persona form to blast away some gears, it is EVERYTHING I could've ever wanted.

The ending was really sweet too. I had a feeling Erina wouldn't be coming into reality, as much as I wanted her to, but they had a touching good bye, Toshiro exposes his father's crimes and breaks it off with his "fiance" on live TV, the team has a cute scene in Leblanc, and then after the credits-

ERI SHOWS UP

We don't get to see much of her sadly, nor much of their reunion, but it still really tugged at my heart strings, as all Persona games are apparently required by law to do now.

Overall, I really enjoyed my time with Tactica. Is it worth $60? Honestly not sure. It's definitely short for an RPG, but there's definitely some extra content to keep you coming back. I'm looking forward to replaying the game on hard whenever I eventually save up enough to get my own copy (gotta play that DLC at some point)

So, while I do recommend it, especially if you're into Tactics games, maybe try to get it on a sale if you're planning to get the DLC. $60 was already pushing it, but $80?? Yeah, no thanks-

Strikers is still my favorite spin off though. Doesn't even come close.

PLAY STRIKERS I SWEAR TO GOD

[haunted-crow]

Ghost in the Blood-Part 2

Part 1

For @madangel19 honestly the reason I was able to write part 2 so quickly

Tw: Murder, dead body, trauma

Phantom, Dew take this mess to the morgue” Dewdrop mimicked Aether’s command in an over the top whiny tone as he tried to haul the body of some intruder who got unlucky. This was not how he wanted to spend his night and certainly not how he wanted to deal with a perfectly tasty corpse he wanted to eat. A body who he could feel was getting colder. Maybe he could heat it up again, that wouldn’t be so bad but no, Aether wanted them to take this poor sap to the morgue for some dumb reason. Stupid Aether and his stupid brain and his stupid-

“Hey, Dew? His head fell off”

Oh right, Phantom’s here too. Stupid wait

“What the fuck do you mean his head fell off?” Dew turned to look at the younger ghoul with a snarl.

Phantom had most of the body hoisted over his shoulder, looking behind himself at a bloodied lump behind the pair.

“Oh for fucks sake.” Dew sneered, slapping a bloodied hand down his face before turning back to pick up the head.

As the ghoulettes went to inform Copia, their papa, about the ‘neutralized intruder’, Cirrus was more preoccupied by what she sensed in Sister Imperator’s room. The idea that Chette had somehow snuck into the head sister’s room confused her greatly. She watched as the younger ghoulettes collapsed onto the couch in the ghoul’s common room while Cumulus ducked into the kitchen. 

Cirrus walked over to Chette’s room, trying to figure out if she should potentially disturb the little ghoul, who was usually asleep or studying at this time. Pressing her ear to the thick door to try to discern if they were even in the room. The silence answered her instead, the usual sign of the ghoul being awake, his record player, was silent and there was no breathing either. The room was empty, and cold.

So she retreated back to the common room and slumped into couch only to be snuggled by her younger friends.

“What’s wrong, Cirrus?” Cumulus asked as she poked her head out of the kitchen, sensing her partner’s confusion and pondering. As Aurora and Sunny looked up at her in question as well.

“Have any of you seen Chette?”

“Like in general? Or recently?”

“Recently.”

The blank expressions on their faces said it all

“I think Phantom was with them today?” Aurora shrugged sheepishly, unsure if it counted as an answer.

After a while Mountain and Rain came into the room, drenched from the storm yet the water ghoul was basically glowing, his wet hair plastered to his head as he giddily cuddled Mountain’s arm.

“Hey, have either of you guys seen Chette recently?” Cirrus asked the soggy pair only to receive a confused look from the earth ghoul and a shake from the water ghoul

“Why? You think something’s wrong?”

“I don’t know yet, Mounty…”

Sibling of Sin and Mortician's assistant Markus was being tugged into the morgue by the band’s fire ghoul, eyes still closed over with sleep as he tried to rub himself awake. He had quite the rude awakening of having a supernatural creature literally drag him from his warm bed.

“Dewdrop, you better have a good reason for waking me up at midnight and dragging me to the coldest place in the Ministry”

“Aeth wants ya to do your thing on a corpse”

Corpse? What was this about a corpse, who had died now? 

He opened his eyes and saw the normal empty examination table was occupied by a headless body, no the head was just between the corpse’s legs.

With a sigh he grabbed the head and placed it where it was supposed to be then he paused.

“You guys don’t usually behead people, what happened?”

“It fell off” Phantom answered quickly

“It fell off?”

“It fell off.” Dew sighed. “It was attached and then it wasn’t.”

“Right.”

Now actually awake, Markus began his work under the watchful eyes of two ghouls.

Starting with the head, well unattached head, the neck was a mess but he could see where a cut finished and the last bits of flesh and skin tearing off began. The cut was surprising clean and deep enough to basically decapitate the victim to begin with but stopped before finishing the job. A knife was used. From the state of his clothes and the blood staining them he was still a bit alive when the knife entered and by the time the knife had completed it’s cut he was dead.

Then there were the claw marks in his cheek, they were close together, made by a small hand was his guess with a hum Markus looked up to Dew and beckoned him over. Silently the ghoul joined him and let the human grab his hand to compare the wounds. No, Dew’s hand was too large but the method matched.

“The fuck?”

“It wasn’t you, someone smaller.” Markus clearfield before continuing to the torso.

He ripped open the victim’s jacket and shirt with a practiced ease and raised his eyebrow at the sight. Six rather precise wounds covered his chest and abdomen, before reaching for what looked like a rounded metal skewer and pressing it into each of the wounds.

“Now that is either impressive or just bloody lucky…” he pondered out loud before placing the tool on the bench beside him.

“What’s impressive?”

“Well newbie, our vic got almost stabbed in six of his internal organs. The wounds are deep enough to pierce the organs but were just off from being directly fatal. I’ll have to open him up to be sure… Whichever one of you did this wanted this guy to suffer. Bad. So who is this guy?”

“Ask Swiss. My guess is some intruder.”

“Swiss? Bullshit, his hands are larger than yours and since when do any of you guys use knives.”

“Knives?”

“Yeah, a knife, a strong one too. My guess is a hunting knife one for skinning and stabbing. So what does Aether want me to do with this guy? Patch him up and put him on display? Or should I just throw him to you guys?”

Dew sighed and shrugged

“I don’t fucking know.”

A sharp slap was heard in the room then a hiss as Markus slapped Phantom’s hand away with the flat of a scalpel before turning back to Dew.

“He’ll be under my… care until you come back with Aether’s next move. Or until the imperator comes down to tell me to free up space. Got it?”

Markus turned back harshly to Phantom who was nursing his hand

“I’ll give the go ahead to… ahem trash him.”

The ghoul’s common room had an anxious aura when Dew and Phantom returned, almost everyone was seated except for Aether who was standing in front of the TV with his arms crossed over his chest.

“So no one knows where Chette is?” he sighed, pinching his nose as he spoke.

At his packmate’s name Phantom perked up as he entered, pushing past the fire ghoul.

“What about Chette? Are they ok?”

“You’re back already? Dew, what did Markus say?”

“Wait what about Chette?”

Dew sighed and explained what the mortician had said as best as he could and made it a point that Markuswas waiting on Aether’s next move and that the pack owed him a bunch of coffee.

“He was almost beheaded?” Sunny whispered to Aurora, the young ghoulette shaking a bit.

“ENOUGH ABOUT THE DEAD GUY!” Phantom snarled, tensed up and flaring. “What about Chette?” Each word was a growl.

Aether walked over to him and pushed him to sit down in one of the couches, calming the younger with his magick before he looked to Dew then Swiss.

“Swiss didn’t kill the intruder. We believe it was Chette.”

Those words were like a gut punch to everyone in the room.

“No fucking way…”

“Chette? They… oh no…”

“But they're so small…”

“You’ve gotta be kidding, right? Right?”

Disbelief wasn’t a strong enough word for what the pack of ghouls were feeling, that the one they had taken care of had committed this… that little Chette killed… no they couldn’t even think about it. The silence of broken when Aether asked the room quietly

“Have any of you noticed something different about them before this?”

There was a beat of silence before Mountain spoke up

“When was the last time they… spaced out?”

They each looked around to each other for an answer only to be answered with silence for a beat until Aurora spoke up

“Since before the seance Sister performed with them, to get the witch hunter’s ghost…”

The Seance, how did Aether not notice.

The Seance to get some dead witch-hunter to tell them where he had stashed some stolen artifacts. The Seance where both Aether and Omega struggled to bring Chette back from the depths of their own mind when the hunter began digging Chette’s claws into their own palms and tried biting their own tongue. 

The Seance that since, Chette had night terrors from as they clutched onto whoever they were with to the point of digging their claws into in a desperate attempt to stay afloat, their staticy voice only able to speak in whimpers and cries. The Seance that led to Chette closing their mind off from everyone, even Phantom, Aurora and Omega. The Seance that changed them…

“Oh fuck…” Aether hissed through his teeth

The Seance Chette didn’t even want to do.