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[ihateitallsomerandomguy]

OMG OMG THIS LOOK SO COOL AHHHHH💞💞💞💞

OK I HAVE A HEART ATTACK AGAIN. THE WAY YOU DRAWED MY SONA AAAARG. AND RAPH IS SO CUTE OMG!!💗💕💓💗💘💞💞❣️💖

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*ahem* Sorry it took so long @ihateitallsomerandomguy y'know how it is. The qualms of mortality, harvesting all that flesh and blood and sacrificing- Oop that's my cult of the lamb speech-YEAH

ANYWAY, YOU REQUEST. ME FINISH . me back hurty

bone apple tea ~~ enjoy ur meal boo /j

[no-mercy-bby]

✅️picked up my books before class

✅️class let out early

...I deserve a sweet treat..

[skyllion-uwu]

They should invent a pill to get rid of overstimulation

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🌡️ pairing: hongjoong x gn!reader 🌡️ genre: the fluffiest fluff, established relationship, sickfic 🌡️ summary: as you come down with a cold, hongjoong is right there to lift you back up again, be it with soup, song, presence, or all at once. 🌡️ wordcount: 2.4k 🌡️ warnings/tags: questionable editing, proper use of face masks, hongjoong in a kitchen making things, him being a worried and loving boyfriend ready to give you the world, producer joong, he is the medicine actually, discussion of illness and various symptoms, fever, fatigue, distancing 🌡️ a/n: love you @legohwas <3 this was why I was being all cryptic asking about mango milkshakes~ apologies if the lil piece is chaotic and if I disappear into the void ruminating it... but imagine a serenading Hongjoong ahah<333 Thank you so much everyone for likes, reblogs, comments notes, they are always appreciated, much love!

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A heavy stillness had settled in your bedroom, so palpable, in fact, that you believed if you dared to undraw the blackout curtains which were working wonders to protect you from the city’s night lights, that you would be able to see its every fibre. Perhaps there was this benefit to you being severely under - or even squashed by, the weather; for the first time in far too long you were allowing yourself to lie still, gaze at the ceiling in the semi darkness while swaddled in the sheets and throws and nearly drowning in the pillows which you had gathered from all around your apartment as soon as you had come home from class.

It had been a growing sensation. An inkling, a suspicion, and with every passing hour a sure realisation that indeed, you were catching a cold. Or whatever it could be. Either way, you had crawled home dizzy and fatigued, shuddering from what had turned out to be an alarmingly high fever, and after cautiously peeling your outdoor clothing away to change into cosy pyjamas succumbed to your body’s screams for rest. Drifting in and out of consciousness, you had no idea for how long you had been in bed until you were jolted awake by the turning of keys in the lock of the front door, and a very familiar, albeit highly concerned and timid ‘hello?’. Feeling for your phone, you squinted and fought off the tears that sprung to your eyes from the screen brightness as you attempted to read the time, the action only bringing to a state of shock: you had just spent a precious five hours doing absolutely nothing. A pang of guilt overpowered your throbbing temples; when you had more tasks than the number of heartbeats in a day, including professional, academic and domestic endeavours, having this kind of inconvenience such as an illness was simply out of the question. You cursed yourself, your immune system and the fact that there was no way to be able to schedule ailments or cancel your subscription to them altogether.

“Y/N? You missed our call- Y/N? Y/N are you okay?” you gazed off to the side to see your boyfriend peeking into the room, still in his face mask, beanie and coat, clutching a bag tightly against his chest. 

“Hi Joong… Down with…” you tried to speak, but your voice was still laden with sleep and tiredness that had finally caught up to you. Focusing on the silhouette, you peered in Hongjoong’s general direction, hoping that you looked at least somewhat alive after dozing, and snuggled deeper into the sheets.

“What?” he stepped a little closer, tilting his head ever so slightly. You managed to catch the fast narrowing of his eyes as he most definitely caught onto your state, and the droop in what likely was his adorable shy smile behind the black material. 

“Sorry… it’s just… yeah I’m down with something.” you croaked out, only to throw your face into the pillow you had been hugging, suddenly having found your strenuous staring a little more than overwhelming. 

“Wait Y/N really?” baffled, the man stumbled over his words, and looked for a space to drop the black leather bag, choosing an empty spot by the wall, right at the entrance. Stretching out again, he pinched the end of the beanie to slide it off, revealing black hair, lightly matter and dishevelled from the pressure of the garment.

Hongjoong’s eyes darted over your form while he ruffled his hair, worry growing stronger in his chest as he took note of the items strewn around the room. Your backpack was lying at the foot of your bed, laptop peeking out - it was terribly rare that you would ever come home and not organise yourself. If anything, you would be in the middle of reprimanding him for not putting slippers on and still being in his jacket; but not a peep came from you, and instead you were curled up in the foetal position, blocking out all light, all energy, a barely noticeable tramble rushing through you as you poked your head out again to answer him.

“No, I am just being lazy,” you snapped, your voice muffled by the bedsheets that you kept lifted to cover half of your face. Unusually irritated, you simply wanted to doze off and ignore your condition, hopefully wake up refreshed and be able to go about your day as if nothing happened instead of having your boyfriend subject himself to the risk of catching whatever it was.

“I think it is the universe telling you to catch a break.”

You raised an eyebrow at the statement finding it more than amusing, considering that even when Hongjoong did convince himself or management to stay with you for longer than a couple of hours, give him some time and you would find him in a random corner of the apartment, earphones in, laptop in front of him, an artist lost in his own world. Not that you ever minded, nor wanted that to change; if anything, it was unbelievably soothing, and the occasional clicks on the trackpad or keyboard always ended up becoming your rhythm and motivation as you settled down to work on your own projects. 

But you could not type away alongside him tonight, nor even uphold some banter. You desperately wanted to be snarky in return to his call for your relaxation, wanted to throw a witty comeback his way to point out his own habits, but the words remained on the tip of your tongue as you battled your fever, too tired to care about keeping a civil conversation going. But to Hongjoong, your silence spoke a thousand words; he could practically sense what you were going to say to him, and chuckled, playing with the rings on his fingers.

“I know, I know, but do as I say. And I say rest. I’ll… I’ll call the doctor to arrange an appointment…” he trailed off as he patted his pockets, eventually finding the device and beginning to search through his contacts to find someone from medical staff attached to the company. 

His eyes shot upwards once, twice, over and over again, terrified that your state could get worse at any moment or that you would get stubborn and try to power through and force yourself to work. He was distraught, anxious, even if he would eat pickled onion instead of admitting it openly, out of the desire to keep you as calm as possible. Just as he was about to call, you whispered to him:

“I am an adult-” but your phrase was cut short as he raised his hand.

“Let me take care of you? Please?” you hold a pause, waiting for your senses and your processing to catch up to your surroundings.

“...If you keep the mask on… I am not violent but I will throw hands if you get sick.”

“Alright. Gotcha. I’ll try,” and with a goofy thumbs up, he ambled out of the room, conversing over the phone, returning once to ask you about any other symptoms.

In that moment, when you finally could concentrate on his dark eyes, clouded over with distress and wrapped in a glimmer of affection, you felt nothing but safety. In those fleeting seconds, it was easy to forget your concerns about work, about assignments, about the texts that you most definitely missed. Simply with his serenity, the gestures of his hands as he continued talking about you and then the rocking on the balls of his feet as he relayed to you the doctor’s recommendations and the time of the appointment, you felt your erratic heartbeat slow down. With a satisfied hum you agreed, and shut your eyes, letting his aura envelop you. Perhaps it was for the better that he decided to visit after all. Even when he volunteered himself as the man on dinner duty, you were comfortable - you had made soup yesterday, and hopefully, the toaster was not going to catch fire. You concentrated on his soft footsteps as he moved from one part of the apartment to another; it was easy enough to trace the steps, and you imagined him going from the door where he dropped off his outerwear, to the bathroom to wash his hands, to the kitchen where he would open the fridge and muse what he could heat up.

You were adamant on him not approaching you as much as he could, resulting in Hongjoong pushing the tray with a bowl of warm soup, bread, and oddly paired with a mango milkshake that at least explained a fraction of the crashing noises and a random blast of the blender from the kitchen, every bit like a playful cat. He had the same combination of mischief and enthusiasm in his eyes that did not falter as he watched you take a few tentative spoonfuls. He appeared to glow as you thanked him for the surprise treat, and you could see his mask move to hide what undoubtedly was his precious megawatt grin. But what you could not exactly fight against, not when you could see the long day building up on Hongjoong’s shoulders, was his request to occupy the armchair on the other side of the room in a corner, saying that it was ‘necessary just in case you needed something’, so that he would automatically be on standby and within reach.

It was unusual, letting the hours trickle past like this. Instead of filling every second with something to do, or something to check, or something to plan, you were lying in bed, noticing the time and cradling it in your mind. The ticking of the clock on the wall to your right, furthest from Hongjoong was giving you the impression of grains of sand, dropping down into the palms of your hands only to roll over the palms turned hills to the particles, and continue their fall. Inadvertently, your eyes travelled to your adorable Cromer keeper, still clad in the black mask, face illuminated by the laptop screen. Though he was isolated from reality thanks to his newest pair of airpods and unbreaking focus, you could still read his body language thanks to your brain having grown less foggy after having napped and had a shot of pleasantly sweet and sour mango, the love and effort definitely adding to the flavour.

The furrowing of his brows, the way in which he scrunched his nose and you could see him squint ever so slightly as he felt your gaze rest on him and lifted his head to meet it. The barely noticeable, gentle upward jutting of the chin when Hongjoong wanted you to update him on how you were feeling. How he merely stated, after an alarm which you had not expected him to set made his phone vibrate, that it was time to measure your temperature and see if the medication worked. How as soon as you mentioned water, he did the unthinkable and abandoned his laptop on the coffee table to get you a bottle. Your Hongjoong. The artist, the innovator, the creative genius. A little clumsy at times, unsure of himself and subtly asking for you to confirm if he was doing the right things to help you. So much so, that his enthusiasm approached comical levels, and when you tried to make your grand escape outside of your quarters, he was on full alert:

“Bed rest, hello? What are you doing up? If you needed something I could-”

“Bathroom… Joong… bathroom. I am okay enough to go there.”

“OH. Oops sorry I- I- uh- yeah- ha… ha sorry… I’ll just be right… back… there yeah okay.”

You had to restrain yourself from guffawing, the dull ache in your head reminding you that you would probably need to sleep at least twelve more hours to have a laughing fit and not faint, and instead bit your bottom lip as you openly admired Hongjoong’s growing redness in the tips of his ears, and the lowering of his shoulders as an attempt to appear smaller. It was as if the fever was returning to you once again as you desperately wanted to pat your boyfriend on his head and wrap him up in your arms. Alas, you needed to get better first, for you both - captain’s orders, but it was easy when he was the best kind of medicine. His attentiveness, his patience, his resolve in staying by your side even though you had told him that you would be fine. While you were washing your face, relishing in the sensation of cool water running over your skin, you wondered when it would be appropriate to make the joke that he was currently looking like Hala-joong, and that he should wear the wide-brimmed hat you had hidden in your wardrobe.

Upon your return, nothing changed, just like he said. He was still there, still your precious Hongjoong, still immersed in what you could guess were the finishing touches for a track as he was mouthing the lyrics. You crept back into bed, only one creak alerting him of your presence, but he did not pay it no mind, only sending a wink in your direction as a form of greeting. And you thought that this was how you were going to go back into a healing slumber, until you heard the clicking of the earphones case, and the faint notes of a song, only just beginning - a soothing introduction with a semi-acoustic guitar. As it continued, Hongjoong counted the bars with one hand, and hurriedly apologised to you:

“I was meant to record the vocals but… it felt only right to finish this to the best of my ability now. And uh… stop me if your head hurts.” you rolled your eyes, a smile breaking over your features as you cuddled into the warm blankets, supporting your head so that you could watch your beloved artist and human in his element, sharing his most valuable with you.

He sang softer than usual, careful to not hurt your sensitive eardrums, but the dulcet tones were like the life essence washing over you, lifting you above the spell of illness and immersing you in a total, ethereal bliss. Of course he was going to choose a song that was on theme, on time, lyrically balanced and heartwarming. Of course Hongjoong was going to make you want to weep from the comfort that he was providing. And of course, he was going to respect your wishes and not walk closer to you, but with his voice, with his beautiful rendition of ‘Sleep Well’ by .d4vd from the custom backing track to the added tastefully melodic rap, he carried the love, the care right over to you. Lulling you into a well deserved break from turmoil, guiding you into a better tomorrow. Because how dare a virus be the one to make the love of his life feel feverish, and not him? 

[l0vem41l]

i gotta at least try to request some Ben Reilly... i'm dying over here

"sweeter."

「 tws + notes: no tws, totally OOC i haven't written for atsv in a while im ngl, unedited as BAWLS, my mind is on valentines 」

「 gn!reader, romantic relationship <3 」

↳ ft. ben reilly

author's note: sometimes you scream into the void and it decides to mumble incoherently back. IF YOU WANTED SOMETHING DIFF ANON DONT BE SHY..... LMK.....

there's one thing about ben reilly: he is not leaving you alone. and really, could you blame him? valentine's day is meant to be shared with someone!

so, yes, you do expect him being the person ringing your doorbell on february 14th.

you don't expect the sight you're greeted with.

"oh, this? yeah. it's for you." he's not good at playing it cool, face reddened and eyes averted shyly as he holds the massive teddy bear in his arms out to you.

ben can hardly manage the way his heart flutters when you take it with a grateful smile and an appreciative kiss to his cheek.

he convinces himself he's just indulging you in the cliche gestures and sappiness, even though he's more than pleased to spoil you, treating you to everything cutesy and heartfelt. he's also really, really nervous about handing you the card he wrote up for you later. ugh. so many emotions. none of them brood-worthy. damn.

but he's obviously not the only one with something planned.

somewhere along the way of your relationship, you learned that ben has a crazy sweet tooth, allowing you to plan accordingly for this occasion.

that sweet tooth is how you ended up in a retro-themed restaurant, sitting across from each other, sharing a single milkshake with two straws.

"this is... tropey," he comments, before taking a contemplative sip. even with his feigned aloofness, you can't help but notice the way his eyes light up when he gets the first taste of the milkshake.

you snort. "you like it though."

he huffs at your teasing, but doesn't deny it.

the rest of the day is pleasant. simple, and quiet— but pleasant.

the day is made of banter over a shared milkshake, a barely contained giggle when he dramatically laments a brain freeze, holding hands and cheek kisses— ben doesn't know if there'd be a sweeter way to spend it.

— reblogs always appreciated!

[astrxlfinale]

Does Caelus have a “type”?

"Type of what? Food preference? A place I like to go? The type of weather I'd down a good milkshake? Some alien part of the cosmos where I'd scream to the void?"

"Maybe you mean a type of favorite curio? A quality in a person I prefer? My favorite part to appreciate specifically on someone?"

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"Well if you have to know that last one. Of course we'd be talking about the golden glory of peaches here! A primal force of nature that's a foundation for humanity, but also, how it's the legendary shape that can go and sculpt the most amazing views known to reality itself."

Shame? Not. At. All. Caelus's form on this side of conversation is immovable. You'll only find a pressing force of pure WILL radiating from his being once the matters reach such an important topic!

[inkribbon796]

Egotober 2023 Day 23: Arachnophobic

Summary: Virgil is trying to sulk around town at night when he runs into someone else at night.

A/N: WARNING for spiders and a phobia being exploited.

Prompt: Web

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31

Virgil did his best, which was all Janus ever asked of him. It didn’t help with Dark slowly encroaching on their city.

He was wandering around, minding his own business and trying not to take it personal that Logan didn’t seem to have any free time. He definitely wasn’t taking it personally that Logan wasn’t trusting him with his super secret identity. Even if Virgil wasn’t being 100% honest with his own either.

While he was wandering he saw Pathos, one of Dark’s junior lieutenants, wandering around as well.

Virgil planned to sneak around but Patton turned around before he could slink away.

“Hey there, kiddo?” Patton smiled behind the puppy dog mask.

“Great,” Virgil said.

“What’s your name again?” Patton asked.

“Anxiety,” Virgil said. “It’s what I cause in people. I can make people feel bad.”

“Neat,” Patton said. “I can make people feel things too.”

And after he said that, a weight seemed to settle on top of Virgil. It wasn’t his usual anxious feeling, it was nothing.

It was absolutely nothing.

Which unsettled Virgil so deeply, more than he thought it would.

Desperately to make the void go away, Virgil sent out one of his spider familiars, a large one the size of a small dog. Spider web being made in their wake.

Virgil expected it to distract Pathos, something for him to destroy and give Virgil time to escape.

But Pathos let out a high pitched scream, and flinched away from Virgil’s spider, the void weight coming off of Virgil entirely.

At first Virgil wasn’t sure what happened but his familiar moved back in front of him and Pathos was clearly trying to get away.

Virgil smiled. “What? Big bad Network lieutenant doesn’t like spiders?”

“I really don’t,” Pathos said, hands in front of him and Virgil felt something trying to grab at him but so long as he kept the spider in Patton’s view, it could never fully take him over.

“They’re really quite awful, how they just—” Patton screamed when Virgil had his familiar fire web at the Lost One.

Virgil laughed.

And then a bat connected with his side, knocking him over.

“Back off!” The Author went over to grab Patton and drag him off. Leaving Virgil there instead of doing his usual writing them into one of his notebooks and exacting the suffering.

Using his star, Arthur got them moved to the house they were staying out.

Arthur turned Patton to look at him. “You okay? Need a bandaid? Need me to go back and kick his ass?”

“I could use a milkshake,” Patton mumbled.

“Yeah, no problem,” the Author said. He walked into the kitchen.

“How’d you know I was here?” Patton asked.

The Author stopped at the fridge, hand shaking. “I don’t know. I just didn’t want him to do something to you.”

“Well, thank you,” Patton said.

“Yeah, sure, whatever,” Arthur said and started pulling out stuff for milkshakes.

Patton got out of his costume and got into his fluffy pajamas, while Virgil was busy running back to Janus.

The two Lost Ones were busy drinking milkshakes, Patton in comfy clothes as they watched cartoons.

Arthur was busy disassociating for a bit as he stared at the screen. He hadn’t known where Patton was. Hadn’t known why he thought Patton was in trouble. He just knew it, and instead of using his star to get Dark’s attention and figure out why Patton was in trouble or where he was . . .

He was just there, and was down a victim.

For that moment Author had become something else and he wasn’t sure why that had happened or what he was. His eyes hurt too.

Author wasn’t sure why that was connected but it felt connected. And to hell if he was going to admit he couldn’t control his powers. His powers were the most powerful in the family. He wasn’t going to admit to Illinois or Dark that he couldn’t handle.

He would be fine.

The Author would be fine.

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

So Vivi, have you been doing some night hunting with the snake? Or do you also hang out with the bat too?

@demon-blood-youths

"Hmm? So you heard of our night haunting?" She was sitting while having her fingers tapping on a black like mug drinking some hot soothing apple cider. She looks to the cup before looking at the anon.

"To say or answer you, Yes. I been doing some haunting scares with Shdwkyz during our night patrols. I would say they have gotten a lot more better from last year." she smiled to look at her cup before taking a sip of the soothing tasty drink.

"However..we still are doing this for the whole month. I will say it's..really fun." she smiled but her purple eyes glowed with a light smirk on her lips.

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One thief was scared crying as he was hearing spooky laugher and giggles from the dark. He was just done robbing a bank and now he was trapped somewhere.

"C..come on out! You can't s..scare me! Show yourselves!" he said holding a gun but the laughter got louder scaring him more.

'Awww what's wrong? Are you that scared?' said a female voice in the dark.

'Yeah, we won't bite....we just wanna have a little fun. Maybe eating your soul will be soooooo delicious for us....' same a male voice as the thief was shaking again. He was not able to see where the voices were coming from but he jumps feeling something slithering past his ankles.

"Damn it stop messing with me!" He shoots in the dark but he hits a pipe showing some steam that he winces hearing more laughter. "!?" He was shaking looking around but that's when he trips hitting the floor when someone or something looks at him in the dark. Glowing purple eyes.

"!!!!!!"

'I seee youuuuuuu~' the voice said hissing as the guy screams crawling back but bumps into someone else to look up. "H..Huh?"

'.....BOO!!'

The guy screams to panic only to pass out from being scared. The two voices show to be Vivi and Shdwkyz who snickered.

"Seems we over did it. He passed out just like his little friends." She smiled holding her scythe but was seeing her void vipers hissing happily while she pets a few. "Good work little ones."

"I'll admit that was pretty good. Did you see the look on his face and them? Hillarious." he laughed while Vivi ties the thief up and was ready to take him to his group.

"You know, maybe we should get Terry to join in at times. This would be even more of a scare with more people. What do you think?" She suggested.

"Hmmmm, not a bad idea. I can ask him...though after this..wanna get some halloween milkshakes? A diner has it themed for this month and during Halloween." he said as Vivi smiled.

"Sure, that sounds nice."

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"We are doing another one tonight and I heard Terry joins Shdwkyz at times or with both of us. He's really fun to hang around with. Even his little friends too. Their really cute." Vivi smiled remembering Nightwing and the other bats. "I Heard he's having a party where he's at during the month but it's good to see he's having fun."

"Though, don't start sending questions about steamy ones. I heard what you anons do from time to time..so I be careful if I were you." she warns though she didn't mind that with Shdwkyz if he wanted to. Or maybe not, it was fine.

[lunew156159]

Wasn't on purpose that Fresh body got destroyed, but Error was having a bad day Okay! Ink had shown up in his void refused to leave; Instead he decided that annoying the destroyer was the best thing to do with his free time it wasn't actually free he just got bored at a meeting . And of course Error's favorite show au UnderNovenia was canceled to day. So ya Error was not in a great mood when he met up with his brothers.

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They decided that they would meet at Genos's void not because it was the most comfortable but because Geno had a hard time with out side it and not because Fresh was homeless not like he would tell Geno that and Error didn't like people touching his stuff. To say the least they stuck with visiting Geno's, not like it was hard for Error to get their. So when he arrived in the Save Screen he walked in on Fresh siting a neon Rainbow blowup chair that was somehow brighter than the parasite him self which was an impressive feet in its self. Geno was pacing back and forth while Fresh drank a large strawberry milkshake and watched.

" i don't understand! why does he have to be so difficult!" Shouts Geno in to the void.

"I GET IT BRO REAPER BROSKY BE GETING YOUR HEAD IN A TWIST BUT YA NEED TO TAKE A CHILLPILL," Said Fresh as he took a long slurp from his milkshake.

"y-your right" sighed Geno as he sat down on the red beanbag behind him as he looked up " o hey Error! how long have you been standing there?!" Asked Geno

"N-not oT l0nG but long 3Noth t-To Kn0w 1 ne3d to puNcH a SeRtin D3atH G0d in the FAc3." Snarled Error

"WOW ERROR BROSKY YOU OKAY?" Snarked Fresh, a wide SHIP eating grin spreed across his face.

"L1k3 Y04 W0l1d Kn0w Yo4 FUNKING parasite!" bit back Error. A frown spread across Fresh's face.

" THATS NOT VERY RAD OF YOU ERROR BROSKY..." drawled Fresh.

"now now guys let's calm down," Geno trying to mediate with a practice voice.

"N0! 1m t1r3d 0f 7h1S RAD h013 A2t1n6 l1k3 h3 c6N uNdr3st2nd3!" Snaped Error the sound of static rising in the room. As Error lunged at Fresh smashing the glass of the milkshake and knocking off his sunglasses. As large and sharp peace of glass head straight towards his face. As a high picked animalistic scream pierced the air.

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The scream and Geno's shouting was what snapped Error out of his rage. As he stared at his Brother writhing on the floor a massive shard on glass logged in his eye socket piercing the soft hidden body within. As Fresh's host turned to dust Error unfroze as Geno ran over to the still shrieking Fresh the now basketball sized parasite. "fresh!"Geno shouted as he nelt down beside him, holding out his hand in hesitation.

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I just had some inspo but not much. Fel free to add on

Geno Error and Fresh belongs to @Loverofpiggies

[ihateitallsomerandomguy]

NOOOO I HAVEN'T EVEN DONE MY CHRISTMAS ART 😭😭😭😭😭

WHY AM I ALWAYS LATE AAAAAAAHHH

[marsbutterfly]

Hiiiii! I just binged all your writing on AO3 and I love all your work, especially the one with poor Hange hallucinating. I'm not sure if requests are open right now but if they are, I'd love to make one! I'm sorry for being hyper-specific but I just had my wisdom teeth removed, they had to hammer and drill to get one of them out that grew wrong and, I'll spare you the details but it took over an hour for the one and I'm sore and swollen to say the least and not looking forward to having to eventually eat something, and I wonder how Hange would take care of a reader that just had their wisdom teeth removed.

Please feel free to ignore this if you're not interested, and regardless thank you for your time and sorry for the wall of text! Hope you have a great day!

Note: Thank you so much anon, I appreciate your support <3 It makes me really happy! I hope you are all right now and that your mouth healed up ok. This is a mixture of a short fic and headcanons. I hope you enjoy! <3

Tooth Ache

Summary: When you get your wisdom teeth removed, Hanji tries her best to take care of you. Modern AU!

Warning: Mentions of blood.

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“Come on, baby.” Hanji says as her torso reaches over you, struggling to fasten the seatbelt. You shift your body to the left gently, trying your best to help her but the effects of the laughing gas having yet to leave your body.

All you can do is giggle, watching the messy brown hair dangling in front of you. Without realizing what’s happening, a heavy weight is lifted from your body and your lungs can expand to their full capacity once again.

You look around confused, trying to understand what just happened, only to shift your eyes to the left, watching as Hanji starts the car. The sound of the engine roaring makes your heart beat slightly faster, a hint of fear rushing through your veins.

Before any words form, a warm, gentle hand brushes against your exposed thigh softly and the feeling is enough to soothe you. 

Body resting against the car seat, you take your fingers towards your mouth, touching the area around it as you try to make sure everything is still there. The piece of gauze that sat in your mouth now lies in between your legs, a few blood splatters following closely behind.

“Hanji, did you give me cranberry juice?” You ask, not realizing what that hot liquid was. She holds in a laugh, eyes shifting from the road to you for a second as she reaches for a small pill bottle sitting in the cup holder.

“Not yet.” She replies, handing you a decently sized pill and a small, cold box of juice. “But here, why don’t you drink this?”

You grunt in annoyance but still obliged to her request, earning a bright smile in return. 

The car falls silent, only the sounds produced by the vehicle fill the void. Your eyes wander outside, green leaves dance atop of the trees while an old lady’s blonde hair flows around in the wind, reminding you of last night’s dinner.

“Can I have some noodles when we get home?” You ask with stars in your eyes, knowing that Hanji has never once denied you anything at all.

“No, love. I’m sorry.” She replies, eyes focused on the road as you enter your neighborhood. In that moment, her words felt like a knife going into your skin, destroying your heart as a consequence. 

“But…” Tears form in your eyes and your bottom lip quiver.

“It’s for your own good.” She says, right hand squeezing your thigh before you push it away and all she does in response is sigh. 

Grabbing your phone from the glove compartment, you speed dial your most recent caller. A few seconds pass before Eren answers the phone and the image that welcomes him is the desolated, groggy mess behind the screen. Tears flow down your face as you try to speak through the gauze pads in your mouth.

“Hanji won’t let me eat noodles.” You say, earning a quiet giggle out of the brunette driving the car. “All I want is to eat my noodles.”

“It’s for your own good, Y/N!” He replies, a smile on his face as he tries not to laugh. From his end, you can hear two other voices but, in your current state, you don’t realize they are coming from Mikasa and Armin.

“That's what I said.” Hanji replies, reaching for your phone. “Now hang up Y/N.”

“NO!” You scream, pressing your body against the door and moving the device barely out of her reach. “I want to show Eren my lipstick.”

“Lipstick?” The camera shifts angles and now Armin’s face fills the screen. “Uhmm… Y/N?” 

You pull your head back, fingertips gently brushing against your chapped lips until the warm liquid touches them. In response, you let out a giggle. “Oh no. I think it’s blood.”

Hanji’s laugh echoes through the car as she pulls into the driveway. Once the vehicle comes to a full stop, she places her left arm against the window, fingers pushing her glasses up as tears of laughter stream down her face. 

You shoot her a confused look, trying to understand why she’s laughing. In response, she reaches for your phone once again, finally being able to catch the device from your hands and immediately hanging up the call.

“Come on, baby.” She says, removing her seatbelt and unbuckling yours. 

You reach for the handle to open the door many times but your hand simply slips right past it. After what seemed like an entirety, you’re able to hook your hand on it and open it, little do you know Hanji is actually the one to let you out.

Your vision is fuzzy as you try to step out of the car, everything spins around and you look at the sky. A pair of sturdy hands begins to guide you towards the entrance to the house and you smile gratefully.

Hanji seats you on the couch before handing you a cold compress. You stare at it for a few seconds, wondering what it is that she expects you to do with it. 

She laughs and sits beside you, your knee touching hers. “Like this.”

The cold compress against your cheek feels godly and it relieves some of the pain you are in. You instinctively let out a moan.

“I’m gonna go get your meds and be right back, ok?” She says while getting up.

“Otay.” You reply, humming to a random song you heard on the radio early that day. Unknowing to you, Hanji’s eyes glow as they watch you from behind the couch, her heart beating slightly faster as her cheeks blush.

A few minutes go by and when she returns, you are still moving your head and feet to the melody you sing. 

She hands you a cup of cold water and you happily take the pills from her hand. 

Your eyelids become heavy and you rest your head on her shoulder, feeling as her hand goes through your hair gently. You smile through the bloody gauze pads and she giggles.

“Hanji…” You whisper, calling her close to you with your finger and she leans towards you, “I want noodles.”

“Not this again!”

Headcanons 

Hanji is not a good driver so it takes her a couple of days to convince you to let her drive you to the appointment instead of asking Armin or Mikasa to do it.

She nearly sleeps for too long the day of your procedure because she spent the night before worried sick, even if you’re just getting your wisdom teeth out.

Once it’s done, she has to control herself and not give in to your every request like she usually does. No solid food, no milkshakes, no moving more than you have to.

Hanji sets alarms for every 8 hours so you won’t miss a single dose of your pain medicine and, if the pain is too bad, she gives you an extra pill. Not only that, she constantly reminds you of when to change the gauze pads.

You always have fresh ice to apply to your cheeks and Hanji kisses them every chance she gets.

She can’t cook for shit, she tries but when the house ends up smelling like burned soup, she immediately calls Levi, who shows up with at least 3 days worth of food. For you and for Hanji.

When the anesthesia wears off, she pulls up her phone and shows you the embarrassing videos she took while you were high. Of you singing terribly to whatever is playing on the radio, your conspiracy theories on how your dentist was an alien or simply videos of you begging her to give you solid food.

She brushes your teeth for you when you can’t, always making sure to go around the extraction sites and scrubbing your tongue.

The day after the surgery, she rinses your mouth out with warm water and salt, even if you can do it yourself she keeps saying she’ll do it better than you, so you simply let her.

Hanji always makes sure your head is propped up while you’re lying down, even when you beg her to let you put your head down, she won’t let you. Instead, she sits behind you and props your head on her chest. You can hear her heartbeat so you can’t complain.

Once you are healed, she buys you an insane amount of junk food and you suggest going on a picnic with Levi and Erwin to eat it all. She agrees and immediately picks up the phone as you run upstairs to take some medicine so you won’t throw it all up.

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Broken Wings {2/2}

Pairing: Lee Bodecker x Reader

Summary: You’re a small town girl with big city dreams, set on leaving Knockemstiff and its Sheriff behind for good. Lee Bodecker would do anything to make sure you stay with him.

Warnings: smut, explicit language, non-con, breeding kink, unprotected vaginal sex, creampie, overall dark themes, kind of a slow build up to the nasty.

A/N: Sorry for the delay, I’ve had an eventful couple of days. This is part 2, read part 1 here.

The adrenaline that rushed through your veins blocked out the pain in your body and the noises around you. Your breathing came out in short, panicked huffs as you sprinted through the woods, Lee hot on your heels.

You thought back to the past 12 hours, and how they’d changed your life.

Leaving Knockemstiff and boarding a bus for New York, with your big dreams and a small bag. Almost reaching Pennsylvania’s border before your hopes were snatched away. Lee chasing said bus, blasting the sirens of his patrol car and pulling the driver over. The dread that settled in your stomach when you met his enraged stare, your hopes of a better life shattering in a million pieces, the anger and humiliation that had filled you when he’d dragged you, kicking and screaming, out of the bus, under the judgemental or pitying stares of the passengers.

“You can’t run from me, dove.”

His voice echoed in the woods, tantalizing and terrorizing you all the same. You’d managed to bolt away and hide in the woods before he could handcuff you, but you hadn’t made it too far before he’d found you.

In the event that he’d ever caught you, you’d imagined that he’d fall on his knees and beg you to stay. Lee dragging your ass out of the bus like any drunk bastard he’d escorted home after a fight was certainly not the reaction you’d expected.

You pushed the branches out of your face, feeling a new tear in the skin of your cheeks whenever you’d barrel through a bush. You had no idea where you were going, all you knew was that you had to keep running until your feet bled. Hide. Disappear.

Just a couple more miles and you’d find another town, you could catch a bus then, and maybe you’d be safe-

One second you were sprinting through the trees, and the next your foot was caught in an exposed root, and you tumbled down the slope with your arms stretched out to protect your face.

You hissed in pain when you lifted your palms from the ground. Debris stuck to the abrasion, and it burnt and stung when you flexed your hands. You tried standing up, but fell back among the leaves, feeling lightheaded.

You registered some more cuts on your knees, but you couldn’t tell whether it was blood or tears that streamed down your face.

The branches contorted around you, and the shadows they casted danced around the edges of your vision.

New York, new life, new beginning. Your mom’s smile in her Sunday dress when she’d waved you off. The stench of alcohol in Lee’s breath when he’d caught on the bus.

You thought you’d heard a voice call your name in the distance before your vision went dark, and you let the void envelop you.

-

The sky had turned dark when Knockemstiff’s rusty welcome sign came into view, and he hadn’t spoken a word to you since you’d woken up in his car, with his dark leather jacket draped over your shoulders and bandages on your bruised skin.

You’d stopped sobbing, and you’d run out of pleads, apologies, and tears.

For the first time in your life, you were afraid of him.

His car pulled to a stop in a deserted parking lot. He killed off the engine, and clenched his jaw, inhaling a deep breath before he spoke.

“What was goin’ through that dumb head of yours, sweetie? What made you think you could up, and fuckin’ leave me like that?” he bit through gritted teeth, chest heaving. “One of the boys called me this morning, said he heard your mother talk about you to one of her old hags, babblin’ ‘bout leaving for good, New York, a job.”

He let out a bitter laugh, gripping the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white.

“He thought she’d finally done lost her goddamn mind. Ain’t no sheriff’s girl leaving town for good, he said.”

“I’m sorry, Lee, I should've told you, I was selfish-”

“Yes, you fuckin’ were, fuckin’ selfish is what you are.” he screamed, and you jumped in surprise, because he’d never raised his voice at you.

“I’m sorry, I can’t give you what you want. I don’t want that. You know I don’t belong here Lee, just lemme go, forget all about me.” you pleaded once again, voice small and broken.

He stayed silent for a moment after your little rant, before bursting into a fit of laughter. His body shook with the vibration, and he clutched his stomach, as if no joke had ever sounded so fun in his ears.

“Forget about you? Sweetie, you know I can’t do that. I love you too much.”

“If you love me, let me go Lee, I’m begging you. Please.” you sobbed, gripping his hands in yours, hoping your wobbling lips would move him.

He sighed, and enveloped your hands in his warm ones, bringing them to his lips. He left a trail of kisses from the inside of your wrists to your knuckles.

“Come with me, then. Leave this shitty place behind for good, Lee. Ain’t nothing good’s come out of ‘ere anyways.”

You thought you’d seen his resolve break. You thought he’d choose you for once. Choose you over his thirst for power.

“You know I can’t do that,” he snapped, raising his voice again, “I’m so close to gettin’ myself elected, the campaign is going well, I can’t give up now.”

“Can’t or won’t?” you pressed, anger hardening your stare.

He held your gaze for a moment before looking ahead, eyes unreadable for the first time since you’d met him.

“You know I’m selfish too,” he shrugged.

He reached for his belt, and held up the metal handcuffs, wordlessly securing them around your wrists, ignoring your protests.

“Just stay here.” he grumbled before swinging the door open.

The cold, unyielding cuffs dug in your wrists as you attempted to tug them free from the metal hook on the dash where they were attached to.

It was useless, but it made you feel like you were actually trying. You were mad at Lee, of course, at whoever had tipped him off, and at yourself.

Especially at yourself for your wistful thinking, for convincing yourself that Lee would have given up on you as you’d had on him. For not running fast enough, being strategic enough.

You huffed in annoyance when the metal hook refused to give in, and fell back on the headrest with a groan.

Your calves and shins were sore from your crazy sprint in the woods, and the palms of your hands were scraped from your fall. Lee had cleaned the cuts, but they still stung when you’d inadvertently brush them against each other.

You were mostly unscathed, except for your wounded pride.

You wished your glare could incinerate Lee on the spot when he opened the door to the driver’s seat with a smirk on his lips. The car creaked and swayed when he sat down.

“Fries and vanilla shakes, your favorite.” he announced, opening up the brown paper bag on his lap.

“I’m not hungry.” you mumbled, turning your head to observe the diner’s feeble neon lights in the distance.

Your stomach chose that moment to betray you, and let out a growl when the waft of fried food reached your nose. You hadn’t eaten since breakfast, and you were starving.

“Your tummy seems to think otherwise, dove.”

You used to think that his cocky loopsided grin gave a youthful glow to his face, but now you couldn’t help but hate the satisfaction it oozed.

“Open up.” he chirped, a handful of fries in his hands.

You rolled your eyes, sighing to yourself. “You’re not actually going to do that, are ya? Just uncuff me, Lee.

“I won’t uncuff you until I’m sure I can trust that you won’t run off on me, dove. Might take a while, tho. Now open up.”

You parted your lips, deciding that this one wouldn’t be the hill you’d choose to die on. Glaring at him, you took a bite out of the fries. He hissed when your teeth snapped hard against his fingers, but let out a chuckle seeing you in the state you were in, amused by your pathetic struggle.

“Good girl.” he praised you, feeding you some more like you used to do on those long nights patrolling the streets. Back when feeding each other was an act of love, not a humiliating punishment.

“So how was your little trip in Ohio, sweetie? Enjoyed the fields?”

He hummed when you refused to speak, and brought the milkshake to your mouth, studying your lips as they closed on the striped paper straw, and your cheeks hollowing when you sucked.

“Could’ve drove you myself if you’d asked. Could’ve brought you somewhere nice on holiday this winter. Someplace outside of Ohio.” he continued, taking a sip for himself, “Maybe we can go to a beach on our honeymoon, whaddya say, huh?”

You snorted at his audacity, almost inhaling the milkshake.

“What honeymoon are you talking about, Lee? Ain’t no way I’m marrying you now.”

He shook his head again, a small smile forming on his lips.

“Yes, you are, dove. You are marrying me.”

Your eyes almost bulged out of your head as you gave him an incredulous look. Had you been blinded by love, or was he showing his true colors now?

“What, you’re gonna drag me by the hair and force me to sign the papers? Don’t think the preacher or the fine citizens of this shitty fuckin’ town are gonna like that too much.”

You scoffed, feeling your vision blur with tears again.

Lee levelled his face with yours, eyes darting between your own. You’d never noticed the darkness in him, and it made your heartbeat spike for all the wrong reasons.

“I don’t need to drag you, dove. You’re gonna come to that altar with a smile on these pretty lips. And you know why?” he whispered in your ear, and you felt a shiver go down your spine.

His calloused hand caressed your thigh, slowly hiking up your pleated skirt. “Because I’m finally gonna put a child inside you tonight, and nothing’s gonna stop me.”

Before you had time to react, or panic, he’d climbed to the passenger’s side, caging you in with his large body. He slanted his mouth against yours, forcing his tongue between your lips that you’d parted in a surprised gasp.

You pushed your shoulders against his, trying to pry him away, but he groped you relentlessly. Panic gripped you when you realized you were bound and at his mercy, and he wasn’t joking about his intentions.

“Gonna keep you chained until I knock you up, dove. Keep you in my house, can’t trust that mother of yours,” he huffed between kisses, hands roaming over your body.

“Stop, Lee, have you lost your goddamn mind? Don’t fuckin’ touch me, you asshole. Lemme go.”

You managed to kick his stomach, but in the frantic haze that had overcome him, he barely took notice, continuing his exploration of your body.

You shrieked when his hand dipped in your panties, and to your utter shame, found them soaked.

“You really want me to stop? Because your pussy is telling me a whole ‘nother story, sweetie. Feel how wet you are for me, you like this, don’t ya?”

He brought his finger to your lips, forcing your mouth open until you’d sucked him clean of your juices. He hummed when he dipped down and kissed you again, tasting your arousal on your tongue.

Your teeth snapped on his bottom lip until you’d drawn blood, and he released you with a hiss. His hand gripped your jaw, and tears began blurring your vision.

You couldn’t find adoration, love, and care in his eyes, only cruel determination.

The screams you let out sounded like a muffled gargle.

“Scream all you want, no one’s gonna hear you, and if they do, what’re they gonna say to me? I’m the sheriff sweetie, I’m the law. You were just stupid enough to think you could escape me.”

You pushed, kicked, screamed, thrashed until the metal cuffs had scrubbed your skin raw, fighting the hands that were pushing your bra down until your tits spilled out.

His fingers grazed your heated skin like they’d done a million times before, staining your loving memories forever.

“Fuck sweetheart, you’re gonna look so good with my baby inside you, all round and swollen.” he groaned, nipping at the juncture between your neck and shoulder, sucking on the skin hard enough to hurt you, “All the men in this town are gonna be jealous of me. Might have to keep you locked up all the time.”

You couldn’t deny the throbbing in your core when his tongue licked a stripe behind your ear, nor the arousal soaking through your panties when slid his hand over the hair on your mound, teasing you.

“Gonna keep these tits full of milk for a long time sweetie.”

You moaned when his thick fingers breached your entrance, feeling the pressure build up as he kept pumping them in and out of you. He kept his thumb on your clit, the way he knew you liked, until you were so sensitive and overstimulated that you couldn’t tell pain and pleasure apart.

“You can never leave me, never again. Don’t you understand, I’m nothing without you. I need you.”

He played your body so well that it made you sick.

“Please Lee,” you panted, clenching your jaw to suppress your wanton sounds, “Don’t do this. There’s no turning back from this. Please.” you pleaded, lips wobbling.

“That’s the point,” he huffed, struggling to fit in the space between the passenger’s seat and the dashboard.

He forcefully spread your legs open, making a quick work of ripping your cotton panties to shreds. Bringing his face down to your glistening cunt, he inhaled a deep breath before delving into your folds, tongue lapping at your juices. The lewd, slurping sounds soon mixed with your moans that you could no longer keep in.

By that point you didn’t know if you were fighting to keep his head where it was or to rip it out of his neck.

“You taste like heaven, so fuckin’ sweet.” he grunted before latching onto your bud, hollowing his cheeks arount it as he sucked you off.

Fireworks went off in your lower belly when pleasure exploded inside you. Waves of pleasure crashed through your body, rendering your limbs limp and heavy.

All rational thoughts thrown out the window, you melted into his body when he surged forward to slant his lips against yours. He swallowed your moans with his hungry kisses, cradling your face like the most precious artifact.

It felt wrong, yet so right. He was still Lee. Your Lee. The one who’d drive and sing with you, who’d found your dad a job after he’d lost it, who’d made love with the most care unlike any other man who’d ever laid a finger on you.

At least, that’s what you tried telling yourself when he pushed his hard, leaking cock inside your swollen cunt, and your body welcomed him in your warmth without any fight.

You both snarled when he sheathed himself inside you.

“I love you so much sweetie, I can’t lose you again.”

It was wrong and dirty, but it was okay to feel good because it was your Lee between your legs.

He hoisted your legs over his shoulders and slumped against the seat. His cock reached deeper than you thought possible, and you felt every ridge and veins slide over your walls.

Teeth clattering, bruising touches. You ached to touch him, maybe claw his eyes out or caress his chubby cheeks.

Electricity jolted every nerve ending on your body, and the next words he whimpered in your ear would have been a cold shower, had you not been so far gone already.

“I’m gonna fuckin’ cum inside you, dove, fill you up with my cum over and over again until I’m sure I’ve put a baby in you. Fuck-”

He snapped his hips harder against yours, thrusting his cock in and out of you. Your cunt quivered around him, gripping him tightly. He pushed you over the edge over and over again, until you were a drooling mess who couldn’t form coherent thoughts anymore.

“I told you sweetie, it’s only a matter of time.” He punctuated each world he panted in the crook of your neck with a harsher thrust of his hips. “Ain’t no more parking lots, just a big ole bed. Yeah, people like me in this town, you know that, dove. I’ll get myself elected-, get a- cushy place up on Brewer Heights. We’ll be happy, have kids and all. My pretty wife, fuck- every man in this shitty town will envy me.”

You bucked your hips against his, wildly chasing your release. He could feel another one of your orgasms near by the way you clenched around him.

“Fuck-, God, you’re squeezin’ me. Fuckin’ cum on ny cock dove, I want to feel you come all over me, make a mess on me.”

You pushed out the muscles of your pelvis, and the intensity of your pleasure almost blacked you out again as you gushed all over him, soaking through your skirt onto the seat.

His cock swelled and twitched, and he released himself inside you, painting your walls with his hot spurt. The feeling was unlike anything you’d ever felt before, a fullness you never thought you could experience.

Your chest heaved as you slumped on the seat, arms aching and wrists scrubbed raw.

His cock softened inside you, and he watched enthralled his seed spill out of your cunt, your abused hole still clenching around nothing.

“Jesus, I hope it takes, dove.”

He droned some more, but you’d stopped listening. You kept staring ahead, letting him dress you back again like a motionless doll.

Had you been more aware, you would have seen the shadow of guilt creep on his face, soon replaced by cool determination when he blinked the tears away and hardened his stare once again.

Your body didn’t feel like your own anymore.

Static noises interrupted his actions.

“Any cars around-...got a call from Hawk at the bar- anyone can check that out?”

“Fuck,” he groaned, picking up the radio, “I wanted to go at it a few more times, just to make sure.”

Minutes, or maybe hours, passed by in a blur. You had no idea where you were, or how long it’d been since he dragged you back in this hellhole.

New York, a new job, a new beginning. It all seemed so far.

There was only one thing you knew for sure.

“I’m getting out of ‘ere again, Lee.” You murmured in a daze, “I’m getting out and God himself couldn’t stop me if he tried.”

Drained of all energies, you let the soothing sway of the car lull you to sleep.

Lee sighed to himself, watching you so defensless, bound at his mercy. He’d take care of you until the end of his miserable life, and protect you from everything, even yourself.

“I'm the only God here, sweetie, and I can assure you, you’re not going anywhere.”

Afterall, his dove couldn’t fly away from him with broken wings.

-

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I must vaccuum my room... but I just wanna go to sleep!

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Security: Dabi 2

Dabi makes a sweet confession, making you (The Void) wonder if it's real or is he just playing with your heart to get at the millions. Why is he so jealous of Hawks yet wants you to spy on him?

Warning: Smutty Soft daddy Dabi with Acrotomophilia

Chapter 2

She's my partner. Use Compress. I need her for my own thing." Dabi huffs. He doesn't wait for Shigaraki to answer. He turns, leaving the League behind.

"Dabi, I don't feel right about this," you say. Dabi is guiding you away from the rest of the group. Shushing you as he pulls you along.

"Really, princess, you're so naive. We must get rid of those silly little Hero ideals. You are a villain with your man now," he says while grabbing your ass and guiding you away from the League. You can still hear them grumbling begin you.

"Aren't you worried Dabi is getting too close to the walking piggy bank?" Mr. Compress asks.

"Dabi, getting closer to the yen isn't that bad of a thing. Come on, until she puts out, we need to get some cash," he rasps. Hearing this conversation makes you feel weird.  What is this with Dabi?  You both climb into you're SUV. He puts on his beanie, sunglasses, and mask. You look at him, waiting.

"What's up, princess?" He asks, leaning down low in his seat. He gets car sick easily, so he likes to nap on long rides. You raise your hands in a 'well?' Gesture.

"You told Shigaraki you needed me for a job? What and where is it?" He chuckles at your question.

"I just told him that, so he won't send my princess to her doom. But I do need a ride to this address," He says, handing you his burner cell. Dabi has been texting someone. You feel the squirm of jealousy stab in your gut. You gasp and give Dabi a dirty look. He quirks an eyebrow at you.

"You know I'm an ex-hero, I'm not a delicate little princess, I can handle doing a few real jobs. Are you just trying to get the money? Because I can learn to trust a friend, we don't need to pretend to be a couple," You huff, tossing him back his phone as you start your SUV.

"Why are you starting a fight? I know you're not delicate, especially after what I did to you last night. I know you can handle it a little rough," he gives you a smoldering look. "Besides, I do need you. I'm trying to recruit someone vital to my plans, and he needs a softer touch. Your sweet ex-hero touch is perfect." You spare a questioning glance at him.

"Is that who you were texting?" He chuckles.

"Are you jealous, my princess? Don't worry, this dick is the only one you'll be getting for a while," He yawns before he falls asleep. Ugh, you cringe inside how much you just got off on Dabi being possessive and yet still leaving himself open to singledom. You hope you're not actually falling for the burnt dickhead. You pick up fast food on the way and leave it between you; Dabi is fast asleep. He doesn't stir even when you announce you're at the address or that you bought burgers and are going to start eating without him. Nope, he was really dead to the world. You don't see anyone at the abandoned docks, so you start munching. You are halfway through your lukewarm hamburger, tossing the occasional fry to a seagull when you hear a voice to the left of your head.

"Holy shit! The Void is in the League of villains?" a sexy voice exclaims. You turn and scream in surprise. It's a pro-hero. Worse, it's Hawks, fucking Hawks of all people. You scramble to start your car while choking on the hamburger. A flawless cold hand with a burnt stapled arm stops you.

"It's ok. He's who we're meeting," Dabi says coolly. You grab your milkshake and force down the salty hamburger that's lumped in your throat. He's checking his bag looking pleased, while Hawks has the decency to look concerned.

"Hey, are you ok?" Hawks ask, reaching out to put a hand on your shoulder.

"Alright, let's go tal, HEY! Keep your hands and your feathers to yourself unless you want to get burned," Dabi threatens.

"Whoa! It's not like that. She just looked like she needed help," He backs away, smiling with his hands raised in surrender.

"She doesn't need help from the likes of you. She has me," Dabi hisses. "come on, we can talk over there. You stay here, princess, and keep the SUV warm for me, baby," he leans and gives you a kiss leaving you even more confused at what the hell is going on.

"Fuck, you could have told me," you gasp at Dabi. He shrugs and gets out of the vehicle.

"Wait, I don't get to meet the Void? She's the Void, a legend. A very attractive legend too," Hawk says, winking at you. You can feel your heart race and your face heat.

"I was never that famous, and I would never call myself a legend," you say modestly, avoiding eye contact. Damn, he is good looking, and he's smiling right at you.

"What's this now? I only brought her along as my ride and to show you that you won't be the only hero." Dabi says while walking around to get within striking distance of Hawks. Hawks gives you a rugged look and nods his head.

"After what the hero commission did to you, I don't blame you," he says with a lilt of sadness. You shrug. Dabi's eyes are darting between the two of you. You can tell he doesn't like you blushing while Hawks knows something about you, he doesn't.

"You can chat later. After you prove you are trustworthy, come on, let's talk over here," Dabi waves Hawks over out of your earshot. Hawks doesn't take his eyes off you. He lets them linger on you as he walks away, smiling at your noticeable blush. Which, of course, makes your blush worse. The two of them talk briefly while Dabi eats, nodding his head. He really has the worst manners at times. Dabi is heading towards the car, tossing his bag, littering.  Fucking villain , you think. Hawks waves goodbye behind Dabi's back before he flies off. You keep your eyes forward. The last thing you want is a pissed-off jealous Dabi.

"Alright, princess, you see the building over there. It's abandoned. Let's park in it tonight." He points, and you drive over. This place does afford you some good privacy. You turn on the electric heater that runs off a particular battery, the seats fold down, and you only have to flip a switch to inflate the bed feature. Dabi tosses the blankets you share down but not before placing a towel down first. He crawls in back, stripping down, waiting for you. You unlock your legs and leave them in the front before you crawl back to join him. He grabs you immediately and helps get you nude with him. You're always surprised how hot and cold his flesh feels. The pale flawless skin is so cold while his burns are feverish. He's a patchwork of different textures and temperatures.

"Damn princess, you're so fucking cute. All tiny like a sweet little doll," He says as his fingers run over your leg caps. You are definitely a fetish, but how can you complain when he's so eager to please. Dabi wraps himself around you and moans as he sucks at the tender flesh of your neck.

"My honeyed little fuck doll, come here. I need to feel your tight cunt wrapped around me. You need to warm me up," he roves his mouth to your pert hard nipples.

"You're ravenous today," you mumble. Dabi is rubbing your clit as he looks up and with a serious expression.

"Don't think I didn't notice that flirting between you and Hawks. You owe me," he growls. The Jacobs ladder on the underside of his large cock causing tingles and new sensations as he rubs it between your lips. No matter how good it feels, you're not going to let him try to blackmail you into sex.

"First off, I don't owe you shit, second there was no flirting, third I have to be your girlfriend before you get to be jealous," you scowl at him. He gives you an evil grin as he kisses your jawline gently.

"I love it when you call my shit out. Such a tasty brat. I've been dropping hints all day," He scoffs, playing with your nipples while still rubbing his cock between your slick folds. You cross your arms and huff.

"I've already learned that subtle is bullshit. I once had a guy call me his sunshine because he forgot my name," you say. Dabi is chuckling.

"I'm your boyfriend. You're my girlfriend. Do I have the right to be pissed you never blushed for me as you did for Hawks?" he says, slowly sinking into your warm wet walls. You moan and wrap your arms around his shoulders, arching into him.

"Mmmph, I may blush at Hawks, but I don't let him fuck me," you moan.

"Fuck, you feel so good. So wet and tight. I can grind so deep in you. I fucking love pounding your pussy. It's distracting me from what I was pissed about. Take my cock," Dabi growls. Grabbing your hips so he can pull you onto him. The vehicle is quickly filling with your combined heady scent of sex and lewd wet noises. Without your metal legs, Dabi really gets off on lifting and putting you in positions. He usually can't do, like make you fuck him with him just using his hands. Merciless while he pants disgusting things in your ear. Today is a little more serious than his regular daddy-babygirl play.

"Fuck, these tits are perfect! Can tell you were a hero because this body is cut. Damn, I would love to see some jewelry in those sweet nipples. Some in that clit. At least a collar that says Dabi's Doll. I'm going to cum soon. You make it so hard to last feeling like this," he rumbles. You grind your hips into him. He stings to let him bottom out, but it never fails to pull a beautiful whimper from Dabi. He closes his eyes and throws his head back, biting his lip.

"Feels like your trying to crush me. Oooooooh, you got wetter." His eyes are heavy with lust and worship. They are so gorgeous and vibrant they almost seem to glow. His giant cock gliding over your walls, the metal perfectly petting over every soft sensitive spot in you. Before Dabi, you've never felt anything exquisite as a pierced dick. The texture is running shivers of pleasure up your spine and through your core. You've never let anyone fuck you as hard as Dabi. You've never begged as you have for Dabi.

"Dabi, please, I want to cum. Can I cum all over you?" You pant.

"Oh, good baby doll. Asking daddy for permission, a little more. Good girl, just a little more like my good whore," he grunts his filthy praises. "When I say. Be good and last a little longer for me." He grabs your shoulders so he can thrust deeper and more demanding. The corner of his lip glistening with drool you lick off.

"Cum for me. Cum for me, now!" Dabi snarls. Screaming you arch up. Your walls clutch at him. Pulsing and milking him. As he lets out a series of growls, whimpers, and curses. A wave of euphoria comes over both of you. His throbbing length is shooting hot cum in you. Dabi never just pulls out. He rubs your legs until he goes soft.

"I need you to tell me how the Hero commission fucked you over," He whispers sweetly. You are so blissed out you start talking. It's not a secret, and one search could pull it up. You sigh and put your arm over your eyes. Dabi has gone soft and pulled out, but he's still holding you to him.

"I sued the hero commission when they denied my medical bills. Claiming my quirk made me no better than support equipment since that was how I got in the hero program, to begin with. I'm just a support item. I lost the lawsuit. So not only do I get the reputation of being Stain's first surviving victim. I get dragged through the mud and have my quirk called a support item. It became official after that. I'm a support item. I don't want to talk about this anymore." You roll over, so you don't have to look at him. He doesn't let go as he cuddles you from behind. Kissing your shoulder. Dabi is being downright sweet.

"Fucking fools. Don't worry, princess. You're knight his here, and I'm going to make them pay. We can together," he growls, biting your shoulder.

"Don't want to make them pay. They weren't wrong," you say. Dabi rumbles in anger. Grabbing you roughly to force you to look at him.

"Don't ever say that. Never again. Never, in front of someone like Shigaraki. Never in front of me. You're better than most heroes, your an honest villain. You're certainly not a fake anymore, so never say something like that again. I can't have you being a hero and getting yourself killed," he threatens ominously. Which he wouldn't if he didn't take you as a serious threat. You nod slowly. "I'm going to need you to be better than a dirty hero. You need to be the ex-hero. You need to be Dabi's doll and watch Hawks for me. Stay safe for me and be my eyes and ears. But never forget you're mine. In fact, let's get you a reminder right away," he stroked your jaw and kissed you.

This felt off. It feels great. You want it to be real, but Dabi never struck you as the trusting type. Or the loving kind.

You really start to wonder if you are falling for him because you're agreeing to whatever he wants.

Chapter 3

[imagine-docx]

interested.

Summary: Being best friends with Bucky, he always thinks you’re trying to get with Steve, when in reality, that is far from the truth. [college!chubby!]

Warnings: Swearing.

A/N: helloooo, i know i have been practically dead. but post secondary really ain’t it chief. here’s a small chub buck fic before i go back into the void that is my 3 hour online zoom lectures. - amanda 💛

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First year religion, with Professor Hill was quite possibly the most boring class to exist, but hey, that’s how you met Bucky Barnes. First year religion was a mandatory course that you had to take for psychology, and Bucky had to take for history. During the first lecture Prof Hill made you turn to the person next to you and discuss ideas, which happened to be Bucky. 

The two of you felt so comfortable with each other, that you were always sitting next to each other during lectures, and eventually becoming the bestest of friends. To the point where you two spent breaks together, Friday nights together, hell he even came to a few of your classes, even though he shouldn’t be there as he wasn’t enrolled in them. 

Even Bucky was surprised at this close friendship. He always had the small thought in the back of his mind saying, “She’s just using you for an easy ninety. Once the semester is over, she’s gone.” But to his surprise, here you were in your fourth year, still as strong as ever. 

He could pinpoint the moment he realized he was in love with his best friend. 

Second year, it was a random party that Thor was holding around early November. You were wearing a basic grey long sleeved shirt, some dark blue ripped jeans, and a pair of heels. You were dancing with Nat and Wanda, and he felt the switch in him flip, and he saw you in an affectionate way.

Needless to say, he left the party and went through a crisis at two am in the back of an Uber, at his new realization. 

Since that day, he kept his feelings to himself. Not even telling his best friend Steve about the feelings he harboured towards you. 

He always felt insecure whenever he was around you. You were always glowing, even when you had no makeup on and were in sweats on the days you had 9 am lectures. You were always this ball of sunshine that anyone would be glad to hang out with. But here he was, stomach protruding over the top of his jeans, sweaters used to hide how thick his arms actually were, and all around embarrassed about the way he looks. You could never possibly like someone like him back.

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It was the rare Friday night, where the two of you couldn’t meet because you had a gender studies essay to write, and he had an essay due for ancient civilizations. But, of course, the two of you were on FaceTime.

“You going to Thor’s party tomorrow?” He asked, typing in his name and student number.

“Depends, I still have three readings and a discussion post over my head for Drax.” You responded, finishing up the last sentence.

“You should come, you’ve been pulling essays out of your ass since the semester started. You need to have some fun,” Bucky said, studying your face as you yawned.

“Perks of being a social science major,” you responded, making slight adjustments to your essay.

“Please?” He begged, “I need my best friend there.”

“We will see.”

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God, three years later, and he still didn’t understand how you pulled off every look possible. Last night you were in one of his hoodies, hair greased, and no makeup on. Today you were pulling off a slightly oversized band tee, some ripped jeans, hairstyled and effortless makeup.

“Didn’t expect you to be around here, thought Drax owned you tonight” Bucky jokes.

“Thought about it. But a certain Brooklyn boy talked me into coming. There’s always pulling an all nighter tomorrow night,” you said, taking a drink from your cup.

“Glad to know I am useful.”

The two of you spent a good chunk of time talking by the bar. The two of you didn’t stop until Sam pulled him away for some beer pong. 

You debated going over to your friend group, but from where you were, it looked like they were wasted out of their minds. And talking to them will probably result in them drunkenly saying that you should fess up and admit your crush to Bucky. And knowing your exact luck, he would be around, and that would be a hard hole to dig yourself out of. 

You decided that you were gonna get some peace in the kitchen. You were sitting on one of the counters, hearing drunken screams, while scrolling through Instagram. 

“You know, it would be easy to tell him how you feel,” you look up to match the voice to the person, only to see Steve.

“And I am assuming Nat did some drunk mumbling to you,” you mumbled, looking down into your cup.

“Or anyone with eyes could see the way the two of you look at each other,” Steve said, leaning against the fridge next to the counter you sat on.

You let out a sigh, “He doesn’t see me in that way. I’m just his best friend.”

“He looks at you like you hung every single star in this galaxy. I should know, I was told I look like that when I look at Nat.”

You laughed and punched him in the bicep, “At least the loverboy admits it.”

Bucky was looking for you, passing by the kitchen he saw that you and Steve were smiling, laughing and talking. He never realized how much of a couple the two of you looked like. Absolutely perfect for each other.

He felt nauseous and decided to head home. Of course you wouldn’t like him, you liked guys who were fit, like Steve. An absolute sweetheart, like Steve. Someone who could care for you, like Steve. Steve.

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The next morning, he saw that you were calling and kept the talking to a minimum, saying he didn’t feel good and hung up.

He needed to get his feelings in check before he exploded. 

From then on, he always scheduled stuff with Steve too. You deserved it.

You deserved happiness, even if it was with Steve and not him. 

He would make coffee dates on campus, and never show up. Or invite you for movie night at the apartment, and at the absolute last second ‘have his shift extended’ at work.

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At some point, he just started blatantly ignoring you. From phone calls, to texts, to even practically running away from you.

The last straw for you was the day your sociology professor let you go early for the day. And you were already feeling under the weather, so you just decided to head back to your dorm, and spend the rest of your day taking it easy. 

While you were walking down the tunnel from your class, you saw an all familiar head of hair walking in the opposite direction. You shouted his name several times, and practically ran after him. And you knew he saw and heard you, but continued to walk away from you.

You finally stopped, realization hitting you. He doesn’t like you anymore, and you don’t know what you did. You took a deep breath, turned around and walked back to your dorm.

You sat on your bed, confused as to what the fuck you did to him for him to do this. At that point, you gave him the space he wanted. You stopped texting him, calling him, even going over to his apartment.

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What caused Bucky to do all of this? Two days prior, he finished his contemporary civilizations class and was on his way to the student centre to get something to eat before his colonial encounters class. 

When he walked into the centre, he was greeted with you and Steve sitting at a table, laughing about something, while drinking bubble tea. 

He felt something stab him in the chest. It’s supposed to be him. He’s supposed to be the one taking you out for bubble tea. He’s supposed to be the one making you laugh like that.

It was then he realized, he didn’t set up this meeting. He drew the conclusion, that he pushed the two of you closer together, and that neither of them wanted him to know.

He knew he was acting childish. But he didn’t care.

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Since the encounter after your sociology class, you haven’t messaged him, called him, or even made the effort to see him. It was starting to bother him. He felt empty.

He missed the random texts he would get from you about something stupid in your readings. Or the ‘I accidentally watched too much Netflix, and my discussion post is due in an hour and I have NOTHING’ texts. Or you randomly calling in the middle of the night asking him if he wanted to meet up for milkshakes. 

All he would see was Instagram stories or posts of you. Whether it was you at a party getting wasted with your friends, or if it was you being cozy and studying, or you and your friends doing late night stupidity. He missed having you around.

Every single thought he has, would be of you. What were you doing? Who were you hanging out with? Did you get enough sleep? Did you eat anything for the day?

He eventually decided to start essays early just so his thoughts weren’t fogged by you.

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Bucky was wrapping up his notes on his latest reading. As he closed his textbook, he felt something collide with the back of his head. He turned around to see Steve sitting on his bed. “What?”

“Why are you ignoring her?” Steve asked.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Bucky turned back around.

“You damn well know what I am talking about. So, answer the question, why are you ignoring her?” Steve asked.

“Why do you care? That’s your girlfriend.” Bucky seethed. 

A laugh erupted from Steve, “She’s not my girlfriend.”

“Then why do the two of you act like it.” He muttered.

“Because she’s giving me pointers on asking out Nat,” he responded, “I bet you feel so stupid.”

Bucky turned back around in shock, “Wait, you’re not dating her?”

“Never was. It’s cute seeing how jealous you are,” Steve said, getting up, “Go get your girl.”

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Bucky has never sprinted out of his apartment so fast. He was about to walk up the stairs leading to your dorm, when he was about to open the door, the door opened revealing Carol. “Oh hey Buck. What are you doing here? You know she moved out like last month right?” she asked.

He never realized that you left the dorms, hell he didn’t even know where you were now. “Oh yeah, force of habit.” He nervously laughed.

“Anyways, I’m late for my date. Tell her I said hi!” She said walking off.

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Bucky returned to the apartment and was pacing around. He didn’t know where you could have gone. Nat and Wanda had no space, so you wouldn’t be there. Your parents were way too far out, and you wouldn’t want to commute all the way back. His mind was running through possibilities. 

Steve and Sam were just looking on at the spiral that was occurring in front of them. “Does he…?” Sam asked.

“Nope.” Steve responded.

“Ah.” Sam responded.

“Where could she have gone though? I don’t get it.” Bucky said to himself. 

“Can I tell him?” Steve asked.

“Nah.” Sam said.

“Wait, you guys know where she is? Why don’t you tell me?” Bucky said with despair laced in his voice. 

Sam sighed, “Nat and Wanda.”

And with that Bucky practically sprinted out the door. 

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Wanda and Nat were out for the night, leaving you in the living room finishing up your essay for sociology. Wrapping it up, you slapped the submit button, and headed for the shower.

Upon getting out and changing into some sweatpants and hoodie, you were contemplating what you wanted to eat. Until you heard a knock on the door, confused, you opened it to Bucky, you were about to close it but he managed to let out a, “Can I talk to you?”

You were about to say, “No.”

But once you heard his voice cracked, when he said, “Please,” your heart broke, and accepted talking to him.

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The two of you sat on top of the building overlooking the city. Bucky was looking at the view of the city, whereas, you were sitting on the bench. 

He took note that you were shivering, and he shrugged off his jacket, wrapping you up in it. You were trying to shrug it off, when he said, “You’re gonna get sick.” You accepted that he was probably gonna tie you up in it so you don’t take it off, so you kept it on.

“So why did you ignore me?” You said, looking down at your feet.

“I thought you were dating Steve, and I got jealous. I know I pushed the two of you together, but I still couldn’t bear the thought of him being the one dating you.” He muttered, taking a seat next to you.

“Wait, you were jealous? Why?” You asked, confusion laced your voice.

“I really like you, god I’ve liked you for so long and you deserve someone better than me. Someone who’s fitter, someone who’s better looking, someone you would want to be seen with.” He said, looking down at his feet, hair falling into his face.

You pushed the hair out of his face, “No. I deserve someone who is willing to pick me up for burgers and milkshakes at 3 am. I deserve someone who is willing to drop anything they're doing to come and spend time with me. I deserve someone who would respond to my psych readings, even though they aren’t in my program. I deserve you.”

“You like me?” Bucky stammered.

“Wasn’t it obvious?” You asked. “I thought me calling you at three am because I missed you was obvious.

He wrapped his arm around you and pulled you closer, kissed your hair before muttering an, “I’m sorry.”

“I’m only accepting your apology under one condition,” you said.

He looked at you with the biggest eyes ever. Ready to do anything you even asked for. “Get bubble tea with me?” You asked.

“How about tomorrow we take a trip out of the city, to a zoo or aquarium, and bubble tea?” He said with pleading eyes.

“Only if it’s a date,” you said smiling at him.

“Anything for you.” he said, finally leaning into kiss you.