#oc by my Boyfriend 😊

[wishful-fishful]

the one soul it /cant/ collect --

"reincarnation is unheard of, you do not get to play god, that is for me to decide. i'll have control over you, maybe not in this lifetime, but the next time you choose to exist as human, i'll be waiting."

oc collab picture done in studio, environment by 0scarstarlite (N CITY) , vern (in the bg) by @millipede3000 , death (foreground) by me, links to toyhouse to learn the lore:

[squishosaur]

okay one more oc post for today...

[fritterbat]

prev anon can’t imagine a happy ending for an illithid? Sounds like a skill issue. Your art made me so happy to see I got butterflies because it’s such a sweet concept and so well executed. Also, (I haven’t played the full game myself) but doesn’t bg3 make it a point to say how illithids are capable of being their own unique people if given the chance? Sounds like anon would rather make sweeping shallow statements on a race without thinking much deeper on that. A huge talking point of dnd nowadays is looking past the borderline racist original depictions of evil-aligned races and finding something good and fun and compelling about them. This is why we have orcs that defy their “evil dumb” archetype and vampires and drow capable of good and tieflings in so many different colours!! 😂 Im so sorry for the tangent in your inbox but free your mind anon!! kiss an illithid! You have nothing to lose but your chains!!! 🦑💞

awww thank you anon, what a sweet message!! I was nervous to post that art of my character because it was my first time showing her off and I thought people will be weirded out by it (I had meant to post some kind of character design reference sheet explaining her Deal, first, but... I got bit by a galemance fixation......) but I won't let one single rude anon spoil my fun, I was actually blown away by how many notes that art got and how enthusiastic people have been in the tags about illithid tavs!! 🥰

I agree with you that since the very beginning of D&D it's been a grand tradition that the monster manual will say that some monster race is ALWAYS evil and there will be always be the people who look at that and go "okay, but what if there were a good one of them though" lolol. While drow and orcs and so on have been thoroughly moved into the category of "just people who have a different culture" for a while at this point, it's a lot harder to justify a non-evil alignment** for an eldritch sci-fi alien that is required to consume sentient creatures to live and is biologically hardwired to dominate and mind control... but damn if Larian didn't take a look at that and do so ANYWAYS, with ~three completely different characters no less. IMO it's a big part of the themes of this game to look at a supposed "monster" and be forced to see the nuance in them. [i mean, just look at the dark urge's character arc!!! if that person can be a hero despite their innate biological bent towards evil, why can't a mind flayer?]

**ngl vennet miiiight be neutral evil, if i rly had to put her on the alignment scale i'm btwn that and true neutral, but she was Bad before the ceremorphosis lmao. sorry if i tricked anyone with how cute her & gale are but also she's essentially a 'mad scientist' character and if anything becoming a mind flayer Fixed Her. lol

Anyways since you guys seemed to like Vennet, there is more art of her (with & without Gale) coming from me at some point but in the meantime if you want to see some pics of what she actually looks like in-game here are a fewww! obviously as her original drow self and not tavflayer which always looks the same and which i didn't even do in the actual gameplay lol

[lifeonthemurdersim]

Mysterious Ways

...Well... can he? Asking for a... well, me.

This was just a quick break from working on character sheets etc. but I'm so happy with how it came out, wtf?

Hope Chambers (they/she) is one of my murder sim/other VN main character OCs. They don't talk much unless it's vital to stay alive... but she sometimes can't resist a little snark.

Jonah Baylor (he/him) is @snail-eggs culty murder boy OC. He's clearly just jealous as he isn't allowed to simp for pathetic men.

I'm not sure what either of us are doing with these characters yet, but we each developed a whole cast from joint BTD brainrot so this crossover just kind of came to me 🤣

[scrambledslut]

i was bored so here’s my stardew valley farmer Remy in all her different outfits using my favorite picrew :3

[thedarkmistress16]

do you have a Y/N oc for Your Boyfriend?

I'm glad you asked! here's your food + a long-awaited yb interaction:

(progress under the cut)

[misshoneyimhome]

Love your series Willy inexperienced series! I don't know if requests are still open and how William reacted to OC wearing his jewelry and hockey outfits supporting him wouldn't mind if this turns into a breeding kink.

Thank you so much, babe! I’m so happy to hear you’re enjoying the series 🥰

Requests are never entirely closed—I always like to keep the door slightly ajar for all your brilliant ideas 😊

For this one, it could have been set at the start of their relationship, like when he saw it for the first time. But as I started writing, I leaned more towards continuing from Christmas into the New Year. I hope you enjoy it 💕

Tropes and warnings: Inexperienced!reader x Willy, soft boyfriend!William, fingering, implied sexual behaviour

Word count: 1.4K

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Chained To You | inexperienced!reader x William Nylander ✐☆

You were still adjusting the collar of William’s jersey—one you’d confidently “borrowed” from his closet—when you heard the distant sound of the door slamming shut. He was back from practice, and your heart gave a little flutter as you checked your reflection in the mirror. The jersey was oversized on you, hanging loose around your thighs, but you’d cinched it in at the waist with a slim belt, turning his hockey outfit into something just a bit more… enticing.

A silver chain—William’s chain—glistened around your neck, the metal warm against your skin from where you’d been fiddling with it, trying to figure out how he wore it so effortlessly. You’d added a pair of thigh-high socks for good measure, and as you turned to one side, you admired how the jersey slipped off one shoulder, revealing a glimpse of your collarbone.

When you stepped into the living room, William was shrugging off his jacket, hair slightly damp from the shower at the rink. Tired as he looked, the moment he caught sight of you, something ignited in his eyes—surprise, delight, and something deeper, more primal.

“You… you’re wearing my jersey,” he said, half-breathless, half-amused. His gaze flickered down to the chain around your neck, then back up, lingering in ways that made a warm flush creep over your cheeks.

You feigned nonchalance, running your hand down the front of the hockey jersey, smoothing the fabric as though simply admiring it. “Thought I’d show my support,” you teased, a coy smile tugging at your lips. “Plus, I might’ve borrowed this…”—you tapped the chain—“…for, um, moral support?”

A grin spread across William’s face as he let out a low chuckle. “Guess I won’t need to look far to find my missing clothes—and jewellery—anymore.” He stepped closer, slipping an arm around your waist, pulling you in. The jersey bunched under his hand, the belt shifting slightly.

“How’d practice go?” you asked softly, heart fluttering from his proximity.

His other hand came up to toy with the necklace, thumb brushing over the metal chain resting above your collarbone. “Long day,” he murmured, “but seeing you in my stuff just made it all worth it.” His gaze traced over your legs and the high socks, and he let out an appreciative hum. “I like this look,” he added, leaning in so you could feel his breath against your ear.

“I’m guessing it’s not just the look,” you teased, recalling his playful smirk whenever you’d worn his gear around the apartment—like one time you’d turned up in his hoodie and not much else. This time, though, you’d clearly outdone yourself.

His lips curved in amusement. “Is it that obvious?” His tone dropped, turning low, as he pressed a kiss to your temple. “You and your surprises. First the sneaky photos, now you’re wearing my jersey, my chain… you’re driving me crazy.”

“I guess I just like the idea of feeling closer to you,” you admitted, heat pooling in your belly as he trailed a fingertip under the chain. “And maybe I also wanted to see your reaction.”

He chuckled, stepping back to look at you fully. “So, how does it feel?” He gestured toward the jersey, at the big bold number and name emblazoned on it.

You shrugged, letting the garment slip off your shoulder again. “Pretty good. Think I look like I could get out there and play?”

He laughed, eyes crinkling at the corners. “You’d definitely distract the entire team.” With that, he slid a hand up your thigh, hooking a finger under the hem of the jersey. The shift in his expression told you he was no longer playing around. “You want to, uh, ‘show your support’ in other ways?”

“Is that what you want?” you returned, voice going soft with your own brand of curiosity.

His eyes darkened, a flicker of mischief dancing there. “I’m exhausted,” he admitted, “but… I think I’ve got enough energy to see how well you handle wearing my name.”

Your heart fluttered as he guided you backward, nudging you to perch on the edge of the sofa. The jersey gaped over your thighs, and he let his fingers slip under it, exploring bare skin. You inhaled sharply when his touch trailed higher, near the sensitive spots you hoped he’d find.

“Hmm,” he murmured, leaning down, pressing his lips at the hollow of your throat, right near the chain. “Looks good on you.”

His free hand slid around your waist, pulling you flush, as he opened his mouth against your skin, leaving a damp, heated trail of kisses. Heat coiled low in your belly, that all-too-familiar ache reminding you just how inexperienced you used to be, yet how eagerly you’d learned to trust him over the past year together.

“We can take it slow,” he whispered, reading the flicker of nerves that always stirred in your eyes at moments like this. “We don’t need to rush.”

A sense of safety spread through you, but desire overshadowed any hesitation. You reached for him, letting your fingernails graze gently over his shoulders. “Show me,” you said softly, feeling bold. “Show me why you like me in your jersey so much.”

His responding grin was warm yet wicked. He tugged the jersey higher, exposing the lacy panties you’d matched with it. “Wearing my name, my chain… is that your way of saying you’re all mine?” he teased, pressing a lingering kiss to your neck, his breath fanning over your skin.

“If that’s how you want to see it,” you teased back, your cheeks heating up as his hand slipped between your legs, the jersey bunching beneath his touch. He pressed a gentle, exploring stroke on your clothed core, and you inhaled sharply, trembling.

His lips curved, eyes flicking to yours. “Can’t lie—there’s something really… sexy about it. Seeing you wear my number, my chain. Makes me think about you being mine in a more… permanent way.” His voice held a hint of deeper longing, a huskiness that made your heart thump.

“Permanent?” you echoed, your body igniting at the thought.

He inhaled, as though steadying himself. “Don’t look at me like that,” he teased, though his eyes shone with sincerity. “But yes, maybe permanent. Maybe… someday.” He cleared his throat, leaning in to nudge your nose with his, softly. “Like I said… mine.”

A thrill ran through you—he was hinting at something bigger, something about a future together. And maybe something about having more than just a name, more than just a jersey in common. That simmered in the back of your mind, and you recalled how certain fleeting moments had made you suspect he had a breeding kink—like the heated way he sometimes talked about seeing you full, about you carrying his future. It was a topic that made you blush, but also made your pulse spike with forbidden excitement.

You parted your lips to say something clever, but the words didn’t come. Instead, you gasped as he pushed aside the lace beneath the jersey, two fingers finding your slick heat. Your head fell back, a soft whimper escaping before you quickly bit your lip, mindful of Alex’s presence somewhere in the apartment.

William nipped gently at your ear, voice dropping. “Remember, quietly,” he teased, echoing the lessons you’d learned about stifling moans when you absolutely had to.

Your breath hitched in response as he began an unhurried exploration, every stroke measured to coax quiet little shivers out of you, each one more intense than the last. You clung to his shoulders, the chain jingling faintly when you moved, as if reminding him you were still wearing a piece of him. He pressed his forehead to yours, eyelashes fluttering as he gauged your reactions.

“A good way to start this new year, I guess,” you murmured dazedly, half in jest, half in genuine admiration of how gently and thoroughly he was worshipping you.

He laughed softly, pressing a kiss to your temple. “You better not have more surprises up your sleeve,” he teased, likely recalling your habit of leaving him surprise Polaroids or lacy tokens. But from the way he was leaning into you, you suspected he wouldn’t mind if you did.

The moment pulsed with an unspoken promise, a yearning that whispered maybe someday soon he’d do more than just appreciate you in his jersey—maybe you’d truly be his, in every sense, building a life that matched the intensity of your love. But for now, you were content to let him show you all the sinful ways a borrowed outfit and a single piece of jewellery could spark a new level of connection.

You might have been the inexperienced one at the start of this, but as he bent to kiss you again, you realised how far you’d come. And you relished every minute of it.

[weasleymenfs]

HI!!! sooooo here’s chapter 1 of meet my boyfriend charlie! hope ya lurv it 😊 feel FREE to check it out on wattpad bc that’s where it’s housed 😊😘❤️ heart hands

MEET MY BOYFRIEND CHARLIE - ONE

pairing: OC x charlie weasley (we’ll get there)

TW!!! : erm maybe language? mentions of alcohol, twins being sexy asf, slow burn, lmk if i forgot anything!!!!

"FREDDIE! GEORGIE!" she called out as she flung open the door to the twins' joke shop. having closed more than an hour earlier, the shop was eerily devoid of its normal loud noises and bustling crowds.

she knew that fred and george would be anxiously awaiting her arrival, mostly because of the emergency owl she sent hours earlier, but also because tonight was their usual night to order takeout and catch up on their week. they'd started the weekly tradition when she'd first accepted her permanent matron position at hogwarts and both parties were equally happy to resume their friendship that had blossomed in their years together at school.

and sure enough, her favorite set of twins rushed down the stairs in the corner of the shop to see her at the sound of her voice.

"evening, love!" fred called to her. out of the two of them, fred has always been the louder one. george was more like her, more quiet and reserved. this simple fact shown in the way the pair trampled down the stairs. fred was much more rowdy with his careless footsteps, but george's footsteps seemed the slightest bit more timid. he wasn't trying to sound like an entire herd of elephants but maybe just one elephant.

their tall, lanky and lean bodies rushed over to her but she flung her arms out in front of her to stop them from engulfing her in a hug.

"wait!" the way she stopped them gave them pause because of the sly smirk on her lips. normally, it was the pair of trouble-making twins that wore those looks. they always roped her into their exotic plans and they shared an uneasy glance at her behavior.

"anna? what's going on? what's with the S.O.S. owl earlier? nearly gave freddie a heart attack." george questioned, placing his large hands on her forearms. his amused expression had turned slightly more serious, and she could tell that he was genuinely concerned.

how sweet.

"well...you know that thing i've been working on? the thing?" both of the twins were staring down at her now, giving her their full attention. a flicker of recognition flashed in fred's eye and he nodded his head.

"yeah, 'course we remember. something to do with your grandfather right? the great magizoologist newt scamander?" fred questioned, emphasizing his words to make sure she knew that is was him who remembered her touching story where she revealed her admiration for her grandfather.

but she was used to that. that air of friendly competition between the two men when it came to her and her attention. anyone looking in on the threesome would suspect something sinister, something more from the playful banter between the twins as they both competed to be number one in her eyes. even molly weasley of all people was perturbed when she'd first ventured home with ginny under the guise of newfound friend whom the weasley children adored.

instead, molly was taken aback at the twins' apparent competition and obvious admiration for the younger girl. but she quickly realized that she had been mistaken. this 'competition' between her boys was nothing of the sort, just another one of their signature personality quirks. molly just hadn't seen her boys with a friend they'd truly loved, but in a platonic way.

since that trip home for the holiday with ginny, her original favorite weasley, molly had welcomed her with open arms.

even though the hope she'd had that one of her twin boys would end up marrying the younger girl had long subsided.

fred, and george for that matter, hadn't missed the way anna had perked up even more at fred's memory. if you asked george, he'd say that's one of his favorite things about her: her simplicity. he'd never quite understood most women, not the way that his brother had, and that was partly to do with the fact that he only understood anna.

and she was nothing like any other woman he'd ever met.

she was simple, but not in any kind of boring way and calling her that earned george a sharp slap to the bicep every time before he'd had the time to explain himself.

yes, she was simple, but in that she had the deepest and strongest sense of emotional connection to even the dullest things around her. she appreciated the single flower that poked through first after the bitter cold winter snowstorms and she appreciated the gloomy clouds that poured rain down outside the joke shop.

she liked things for their own unique beauty, and she was perfectly content with normal things. that's why george knew that it warmed her heart that fred had simply remembered something she'd said.

yes, annabel scamander was simple. but george quite liked simple.

"yes! i can't believe you remembered that! i'd like you both, my favorite twinies, to meet...," she trailed off, her eyes shining with the happy tears that were forming, "pickett!" she glanced down at the breast pocket of her dark hogwarts robes with her blindingly white smile.

after a few seconds of absolutely nothing, the twins shared a confused look before that looked back down at the short witch that stood in front of them.

"erm...anna..." george started slowly.

"shhh. it's okay pickett, you can come out. mommy is here and these boys won't hurt you. he's just a little shy, but that's okay." the twins shared another look as they watched their dear friend speak animately to what appeared to be an empty pocket.

but as the twins glanced back down towards anna, the tiniest sliver of a little green leaf poked out of her pocket. after a few more seconds, the top of the little bowtruckle's head poked out and he started to glance around. his tiny little limbs grasped the brim of the pocket and he hoisted himself up a little higher to get a better view.

the twins gawked at the creature and both of their jaws were on the floor as they watched him turn his attention up at them.

"is this...?" fred questioned, lowering himself to the height of her pocket to get a better look at the creature.

"pickett! yes, the one who loved my grandfather so. until he met me. he's loved me every since we first met, and i've felt the very same way. isn't that right, pick-pick?" she cooed, lovingly stroking the top of his head. fred and george watched cautiously as the creature nuzzled her finger before reaching out and grasping the tip of it. he clung on tightly, and she hoisted him up into her other hand.

she moved her hand to the side of her face and nuzzled her cheek against the small creature. the twins watched in awe as pickett touched her cheek and brushed his lips against her skin.

it was in moments like this that they were reminded of anna's unique ancestry and her exceptional ability to connect with all beings.

yes, annabel scamander was simple. but her love was anything but.

[grayskies2525]

Intro

Some Relevant Info and Such:

I'm GraySkies! I prefer having anonymity here, so I won't be using my name. Also, I promise I'm not misspelling the word "gray." I'm an American and that's just how we do it over here lol

Minors (people under 18) do not interact! It’s not safe or appropriate for adults and minors to be interacting in a kink space. So, I will block you if you don’t have your age in your bio. I hope you understand 💕

I’m asexual and consider myself, for the most part, sex repulsed — even if the fetish is involved. This fetish is entirely a personal pleasure to me and I indulge in it mostly through fiction —  so please no explicitly sexual DMs. If you want to talk about fics, though, feel free to message me! I love talking about mine and other peoples’ OC’s 😊

Though my romantic preference leans much more toward women, my fetish preference is men sneezing, mostly from colds. I love romance, so my fics are usually M/M sick fics. I love mess, but try to tone it down in my fics because I know that’s not for everyone, but every now and then I will write a scene where I indulge in it a little 😅

My Fics: 

I don't write short things! "A Sneezy Little Christmas" is the only one-shot I have so far, but I'd like to get into the practice of writing more. Everything else is novella length!

Connor and Felix:

The Reluctant Reunion: Felix finds himself out in public with a cold that's significantly worsening by the minute. Before he can flee to his home to wallow alone in his misery, though, he runs into his ex-boyfriend, author Connor Hayes. 

An Admirable Denial: Connor has just reunited with his ex-boyfriend, Felix. Connor wants to prove he's fully committed to their relationship, but he comes down with what's looking to be the worst cold of his entire life. His deep fear of vulnerability keeps him from allowing Felix to see this side of himself. So during this pivotal and fragile stage in their relationship, he finds himself pulling away from Felix.

A Sneezy Little Christmas: A 2,500 word one-shot of a scene that takes place during Chapter 14 of An Admirable Denial. It’s basically just nonstop Felix sneezing. 

Ben and Arlo: 

A Year of Falling: A love story spanning a year of Ben's life told through a series of colds (and sometimes allergies).

[betterthanburrow]

Fashion Designer’s Boyfriend - Instagram AU

(Bengals Quarterback! Joe Burrow x Designer! OC)

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yourinstagram: a dream come true @.emijay 🦋🤍

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joeyb_9: there are not enough words in the dictionary that can describe how proud i am of you for achieving your dreams… i’m truly so happy and proud of you!

↳ yourinstagram: thank you baby 🤍

emijay: this was an experience of a lifetime!

mamaburrow: proud of you darling!

allisonkuch: i’m so glad i got to stop by the pop-up shop this past weekend!

↳ yourinstagram: i’m so happy you came by 🤍

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Y/FNWorld: Joe Burrow’s Instagram Story of Y/FN at her pop-up shop that was opened this past week!

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username1: the way Joe will only be active on Instagram is when he wants to post about football or when he wants to support Y/N’s business.

username2: i was at the pop-up shop earlier today and saw him clinging by Y/N’s side any chance he got when she wasn’t busy talking to customers and if she was busy talking to customer he would hang out in the back of the shop, away from the crowd… i can’t believe the Bengal’s Quarterback is such an anti-social guy when it comes to any events outside of football.

↳ username3: when i went to the pop-up shop on the 2nd day that the shop was open, it was very crowded… and with today being the last day i would expect there to be more people than the amount of people on the first day and second day of the shop being open. so it’s not surprising that Joe (who is anti-social) wouldn’t like being in that crowded environment of the shop.

↳ username4: it’s sweet to know that even though Joe doesn’t like crowded places where he’s not comfortable… he still wants to go support Y/N and her dreams just like how she has alway supported him.

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SweetyHigh: our interview with Y/FN Y/LN & Emi Jay about their pop-up shop is available to watch on Youtube or click the link in our bio to read the article!

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emijay: thank you for interviewing us!

username1: i think this is the first time in an interview where Y/N talks about Joe and didn’t try to shut down the questions about him… it makes me happy that she is starting to be more comfortable publicly talking about their relationship.

↳ username2: most of the time in Y/N’s interviews, they’ll always ask about her relationship with Joe and never want to talk about anything about else… but in this interview, the only question that was about Joe was asked to Y/N towards the end of the interview and the question wasn’t about their relationship.

yourinstagram: this was such a fun interview to do 🤍

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joeyb_9: it’s hard being a fashion designer’s boyfriend.

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yourinstagram: oh really… it’s hard being a fashion designer’s boyfriend?! i wonder how hard it is for the fashion designer?!

↳ joeyb_9: the fashion designer that i’ve been in a relationship with for almost 5 years makes everything she does look so easy ☺️

↳ yourinstagram: well you’ll have to introduce me to this fashion designer because it’s not an easy job…

↳ joeyb_9: i never said it was an easy job Petals… i just said you made it look easy (because you’re so hardworking and talented and beautiful and i love you)

↳ yourinstagram: i’ll take that as a compliment 😊

isaacrochell: from the last time i checked… it’s hard to be a football player for the NFL as well.

↳ joeyb_9: i grew all this facial hair during the weeks of helping my girlfriend prepare for her pop-up shop 😵‍💫 i haven’t grown facial hair this fast while playing football.

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JLB_Updates: Y/N’s instagram story.

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username1: they don’t post about each other often, but when they do… it’s always the cutest stuff 🥹

username2: if they ever break up… love is DEAD!

username3: we got so much content from Y/N and Joe today… i don’t think this will ever happen again.

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yourinstagram: living in a daydream ☁️

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joeyb_9: you’re the love of my life Pearl.

↳ yourinstagram: that’s good news to hear baby.

allisonkuch: break up with your boyfriend and date me.

↳ yourinstagram: okay, it’s a done deal.

↳ joeyb_9: WAIT… just like our relationship is over?!

↳ isaacrochell: damn… Joe and i just thrown out of our relationships like that 😵‍💫 no hesitation at all.

Author’s Note:

thank you all for the love and support 🤍

[cthonyxa]

Later that evening, Donatello—back to his normal self—and April were sitting on the roof of her building looking across the skyline. Although the city lights made it impossible to see any stars, he had always found a stark kind of beauty in the harsh lines of the glass and concrete jungle. April sighed happily and leaned her head on his shoulder. “I’m glad you’re my boyfriend.” “Okay?” he said, not sure why she felt the need to say it just then. When he felt her disapproving nudge, he snaked his arm around her waist. “I’m glad you’re my girlfriend, too. Obviously.”

Chapter 6 of of my apritello fanfic Different with you is up on AO3.

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Whew, the story has finally come to an end! Thanks for reading and/or engaging with my art, everybody 😊 I have a potential sequel in mind that focuses on Leon’s dating (mis)adventures, so if y’all are interested in that please let me know and I’ll bump it up on my list of priorities.

I’m planning on a grayro polyamorous Leon with multiple ships. The ones I’m sure about are Leon/Sunita/Cassandra and Leon/Aldo (my oc from this fic). Some other ones I’m considering are Usagi Yojimbo (probably using 2003 TMNT as his personality inspiration) and Bishop (also pulling from 2003, but less immortal angsty man and more freshly minted government agent), but let me know if there are any ships you’d like to see.

In terms of art, I'll be dipping into my buffer, which means I'll be posting original stuff and not TMNT for a bit. I have plans for a New Year apritello drawing, though, so stay tuned for that!

[theveniceangel]

Meet the sweet, gentle flower, the sweetest of sweethearts, Peony Galore!

Yes, I made a Tom And Jerry OC, I grew up watching the cartoon, as well as some of the movies (The 1992 movie has a special place in my heart. 😊), so I decided to finally make an OC for it.

BIO.

Name: Peony Galore.

Age: N/A.

Specie(s): Cat.

Gender: Female.

Height: 4'0.

Sexuality: Heterosexual.

Nicknames: Honey (By Tom).

Headcanon voice: Marcellite Garner (Classic voice actress), Andrea Libman (Modern voice actress).

Likes: Tom, animals, strawberries, bows, mystery novels, playing the piano, writing, painting, poetry, sparkly and shiny things, swimming, mostly classical music, but she also likes jazz and swing, fluffy things, flowers, nature, rock collecting, gardening, dancing, and baking.

Dislikes: Jerry messing with Tom, Toodles's snobbishness, confrontation, crowds, bullies, Butch's rudeness, being scared, hurting others, getting angry, shallowness, snobs, and loud noises.

Crush, Partner, ETC: Thomas "Tom"' Jasper Cat (Boyfriend).

Oc design based on: Appearance wise, mostly Toodles Galore, but like.. the opposite of her, personality wise, it's a mix between Minnie Mouse, and Fluttershy.

Parents? Relatives?: Toodles Galore (Sister).

Friends: Jerry Mouse (Kinda), Robyn Starling, Nibbles, Quacker, Spike, Tyke.

Personality: Shy, sweet, kind, gentle, generous, patient, smart, open minded, passionate, appreciative, minimalistic, a little sassy at times, feisty, caring, empathetic, selfless, sensitive, brave, assertive at times, creative, stubborn at times, and peaceful.

Birthday: October 17th.

Markings: She has dark bluish gray patches on her hands and feet.

Abilities: Being a cartoon cat, she has the gift of toon physics, only she doesn't have to rely on it as much as Tom and Jerry, she also has night vision, and she has a way of communicating with animals, especially tiny ones.

Favorite drink: Milk.

Favorite color: Pink.

Favorite type of outfit: She really likes to wear bows, her pink one is her favorite.

Story info for Oc: Peony is the twin sister of Toodles Galore, she grew up in a rich and privileged household, however unlike her sister, Peony prefers a more simple life and would rather enjoy the simple, little things in life than indulge in the expensive tastes of the high class lifestyle.

For as long as she can remember, Peony had always been in love with Tom, however she had never said anything about it to him, mostly due to her shy nature, but also due to his previous relationship with her sister, Toodles.

However, after the Blue Cat Blues incident, Peony had enough of Toodles's mistreatment towards Tom and decided to finally talk to him, acting as a source of light during his dark time.

The two started spending a lot more time together, and after a few months of spending time as friends, the two eventually got together and started dating, they have been together for many years now, and they're still going strong.

Credit to Tom And Jerry Wiki for the references.

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Always The Babysitter - Chapter Twenty-Three: E Pluribus Unum

Author: @harringtonstilinski​ Characters: Steve Harrington x Olivia Henderson(OC) Word Count: 1,757 (short chapter this week) Warnings: angsty Smut: no | yes; A/N: Hi, friends! We get a lot of Dustin and Erica in this chapter <3 Also, no Steve gif this chapter! We're getting a Dustin one 'cause of this iconic line!! If you like this chapter, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox. As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊

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Dustin looked up at me - well, past me to look at Steve, both of them saying, “The gate.”

I backed up from between them making my way back down the steps. “Ya’know, Dustin, I really hate being doubted.”

“I don’t understand,” Robin said. “You’ve seen this before?”

“Not exactly,” Steve said.

“Then what, exactly?”

“Trust me when I say it’s really bad,” I said.

“It’s really bad,” Steve added.

“Just said that, babe.”

“Like end-of-the-human-race-as-we-know-it kind of bad,” Dustin said. 

“And you know about this how?” Robin asked.

“It’s a long story,” I said.

“Uhm, Steve,” Erica said. “Where’s your Russian friend?”

I turned around to look at the ground behind me, seeing that the guy was indeed gone. “Sweet shit.”

Next noise to hit our ears was the alarm blaring, Steve rushing to the door to open it and look out into the hub space we sneaked through moments earlier. I heard “Halt! Halt!” before Steve closed the door, saying, “Shit!”

We ran through a couple of doors that led us straight to the control room, all of our feet stopping when the men turned to face us. Looking to my left, I saw another flight of stairs, running towards them.

“Come on!” I yelled, hearing Steve’s voice repeating the word go. I ran down a walkway, screaming as I pushed one of the hazmat suit guys out of the way, stopping once I reached the end, almost falling to my untimely demise.

I felt Dustin’s arms around me, pulling me back, both of us repeating, “Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!”

I breathed in deep before I screamed out, “Holy shit!”

“Guards! Go!” Erica said.

I turned around to face the rest of the group, my arm being tugged by Dustin as Steve yelled, “This way!” and led us down another set of stairs, pushing a guy out of the way before pushing a set of barrels towards some more guards.

I rushed towards him, running past him and to another door, leaving it open for the rest of our group to run through. Hearing it close, I turned back around, seeing Steve and Robin leaning against it to keep some weight on it.

Dustin and Erica went to a vent cover, opening it, Erica yelling out for us to come on. I looked between my brother and boyfriend, wanting to protect both of them, but knowing I’d have to leave one.

“Liv, go with Dustin!” Steve yelled.

“I– I–” I stammered.

“I’ll find you,” he said. “Go!”

“Steve–”

“Go, get out of here! Go get some help!”

I wanted to rush to him, to plant my lips upon his, but knowing I couldn’t against his struggle on the door. Feeling myself being pulled up the stairs, I kept my eyes locked on Steve before I had to look away, almost falling into the vent shaft. Looking back at Steve, I yelled, “I love you!”

“I love you!” Steve replied before I ducked into the shaft, closing the cover as I heard Robin yelling out, guns being cocked.

“He better not die,” I muttered, following after Dustin and Erica down this vent shaft.

~~~

Sitting in front of a giant fan, Dustin explained to Erica what happened that first year when Will went missing and then explained what happened a few months ago with Dart and the demodogs.

“And now, for some insane reason, these Russian assholes want to reopen it, for God knows what reason,” I said, using my hand to fan myself… even though we were by that giant ass fan. “Destroys everything we’ve risked our lives for.”

“By we, you’re including Lucas?” Erica said.

“Yes. Even Lucas was there. Matter of fact, everyone was there, aside from our mom, your parents and Mike’s parents.”

“So, all that shit he told me, Lucas was there?” Erica asked.

“Yes, Erica, he was there.”

“My brother, Lucas Charles Sinclair?”

“Yes!” Dustin and I exclaimed.

“I don’t believe you.”

“Wait, wait, hold up,” I said, sitting up a little and facing the young girl. “You mean to tell me that you believe everything about El and the gate and Dart, but you don’t believe the fact that Lucas was there helping us protect Hawkins?”

“That’s correct.” She looked from me to Dustin before she asked, “You need help with that?”

“No,” Dustin replied.

“Well, I mean, it’s taking a while, so–”

“Yeah, no shit, Sherlock.”

“Dustin Wade!” I exclaimed.

“Alright,” Erica said. “So, if we don’t find a more efficient method to stop these fans, we’re never gonna find help, and your ice cream buddies, slash boyfriend and best friend, are screwed.”

“Yeah, with that attitude, they are,” Dustin and I said.

“Jee-zus,” Dustin added.

“I’m just being realistic,” Erica said. Looking at her watch, she said, “I mean, we’ve made it about point-three miles in nine hours. Then we had to walk three hours down that tunnel, so I’d estimate ten miles back to the elevator, which should take us approximately twelve-and-a-half days.”

I looked at her with a stunned expression as she did all that math that quickly. “Holy shit. You just did all that… in your head?”

“I’m good with numbers,” she deadpanned.

“Holy shit,” Dustin said.

“You’re a nerd!” we exclaimed.

“Come again?” Erica scoffed.

“You,” Dustin said.

“Are.” Me.

“A.” Dustin.

“Nerd,” we both ended.

Pointing her finger between the both of us, Erica said, “Okay, you better take that back, nerds.”

“Can’t put that truth back in the box,” I smiled.

“But it’s not the truth.”

“Okay, let’s examine the facts,” I said, scooting a little closer, holding my fingers out while I counted the facts. “Fact One: You’re apparently a math whiz.”

“Pretty straightforward equation.”

“Fact Two: you’re a 10 year old political junkie.”

“Just because I don’t agree with Communism as an ideology–” 

“Fact Three: you love My Little Pony,” I said, grabbing her backpack and turning it to face her.

“And what does My Little Pony have to do with this?” she asked.

“Ah, let’s recall the ponies’ latest adventure, shall we?” Dustin said, which caused a confused look to come from me. “The evil centaur team and Tirek turns Applejack into a dragon at Midnight Castle, and then Megan and the other ponies have to use Moochick’s magic to defeat his rainbow of darkness, saving them from a lifetime of enslavement. All the pink in the world can’t disguise the irrefutable fact that centaurs and castles and dragons and magic are all standard nerd tropes. Ergo, My Little Pony is nerdy. Ergo, you, Erica, are a nerd.”

“Bro, what the fuck?” I murmured.

“And how do you know so much about My Little Pony?” Erica asked.

“Because I’m… a nerd,” Dustin said, taking the panel off the wall that he unscrewed during his little rant. He pulled the wires from their slots, the fan next to us powering down. “Let’s go… nerds.”

~~~

After we crawled through the blades of the fan, we made our way down the vent shaft. Whenever I spotted holes above us, I started feeling around for a loose square. Once I found it, I pushed it up and out of the way, climbing out of the shaft and onto the floor that we were crawling beneath, seeing a whole bunch of that green stuff they were putting into, what I’m calling, a gate drill.

“Jackpot,” I said, helping Erica and Dustin out of the shaft.

Spotting what seemed like a golf cart, I smiled and made my way towards it. “Hell yes!” “Do you even know how to drive?” Erica asked.

“Of course,” I said. “I’ve been driving on my own for a year. Damn it. There’s no keys.”

“You seriously thought they’d just leave keys in there?”

“There’s always a spare,” I said, more to myself. I started looking around, hearing Dustin’s rustles as he helped me look.

“Hey, Hendersons,” Erica said.

“Yeah,” Dustin and I said, getting out of the golf cart to look around more.

“How big did you say that Demogorgon was?”

“Huge,” I said.

“Nine feet or so,” Dustin said.

“Why?” we both asked.

Dustin moved to another panel box, using his screwdriver to open it, grabbing a key to the vehicle inside. “Found ‘em.”

“Dustin,” I said. “Look.”

What I was looking at was a crate, big enough for a Demogorgon. 

“Ah, shit,” I said.

“Erica?” Dustin and I said, jumping at the sound of a loud zapping noise.

“What the fuck?” I breathed, holding my hand to my chest.

“What the hell is that?!” Dustin yelled.

“A deadly weapon,” Erica said, almost like she was in love with it. “Could be useful.” She zapped it again, Dustin and I jumping once more.

“For what?”

“What do you think? Taking down Commies, saving your friends.”

“Thought you were more realistic than that, nerd?”

I took the keys from him, not wanting to hear anymore of their banter for the moment. As I got behind the wheel and put the key in the ignition, I said, “We don’t even know where they are, and even if we did, there’s a million guards up there with way deadlier weapons. The best thing we can do is get out of here and find help.”

“Easy with that,” Dustin said. “Our chance of surviving, and theirs, rises substantially. Just trust us on this. Please?”

~~~

Stopping at a certain point, I got out of the cart and looked in the back, seeing boxes of that green goop sitting in it. Grabbing a couple of them, I walked a few feet in front of the cart, taking a deep breath. “Steve… this is for you.” Slamming the glass containers on the ground, I watched as they shattered, the green stuff once again eating away at the floor.

I quickly made my way back behind the wheel, trying my best to speed off. Stopping a few feet from a door, I told Dustin to charge in with that laser thing, to which he immediately did.

I charged in after Erica, standing in between her and Dustin and watching as an evil looking doctor fell to the ground. I turned to face Steve, seeing his eye bruised and swollen.

“Hey! Henderson!” Steve said, excitedly. “That’s… crazy, I was just talking about you.”

Sighing, I undid the bonds that were around his arms, hands and legs before putting my hand on his cheek. “What happened to you?”

“Oh, my god,” Robin said.

“Get ready to run!”

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[cupiditas-and-ao3]

How about:

13) being snowed in together and fucking in front of the fireplace

For any slasher of your choice! 😊

I gift unto you my friend, an OC Slasher fit for Hallmark (or something) with a final girl worthy of at least 3 sequels

Content warning: dub con, murder (its a slasher fic, slasher gonna slash), she/her reader with vagina and breasts, spanking, blood (again slasher fic) and implied voyeurism/exhibitionism and cheating

It was supposed to be a little vacation. Just you and your friends in your boyfriend's cabin. Or rather his parent's cabin. He insisted you invite your best friend. She invited the guy who was hopelessly in love with her. 4 was a party. Couldn't have an uneven balance of guys and girls right?

There was a hot tub and a bar full of alcohol and a light drifting of snow to look forward to. Until everyone was playing truth or dare in the hot tub, clothes were removed, and suddenly your best friend and your boyfriend looked awful cozy together. The snow was coming down too hard for you to try and drive home, hell you'd all barely made it here in your boyfriend's truck.

You started to feel sorry for the guy your friend invited. He looked sick as he got out of the hot tub, pale like he was gonna hurl. As he got all the way out you couldn't help notice that he was at full mast. Of course your boyfriend noticed too, and it was his jeering that made you think about walking home through the snow.

"Don't pick on him," your friend giggled. "He can't help it, watching me with you gets him hot and bothered."

You snapped your head back to look at her. "What the fuck do you mean watching you with him?"

She had the decency to look embarrassed for a moment before a scream came from inside the cabin.

You didn't think too hard before you ran. Didn't listen to the hand wrapped around your wrist before you bolted towards the noise.

The sight that greeted you was... grizzly. The poor guy, whose name you never really remembered, was more insides than outsides, splattered against the wall. There wasn't any sign of whatever killed him. Only the blood.

You heard a shuffling behind the hall door. In a moment of desperation and sudden mania you threw open the door to see an empty hallway.

You ran.

It was hours later, running from every noise, running to every scream, that you finally saw him. He stood over your best friend in the dining room. The huge fireplace that just last year you had curled up in front of with your boyfriend (dead in the bedroom, your bestfriend's underwear stuffed in his mouth) roared with a flame that made you sweat the moment you entered the room.

The man - monster - murderer - lifted the wood chopping axe that the poor butler (hung in the wine cellar, red dripping from his lips) had used to chop wood. It hung in the air just high enough for the shadow to fall flickeringly across you and just long enough for you to whip your eyes away.

And then sticky wet fingers, thick and callused and muscled, gripped your chin.

"Is that what you wanted?" A gruff voice you barely recognized. Gravelly in the way that a slashed throat poorly healed broke through a once musical voice.

Tears streamed from your eyes while you shook your head, limited by the grip on your jaw.

"Yes it was," the voice growled. "Don't lie to me."

He pulled you by the chin, your feet scrabbling against the hardwood floor as he brought you to stare at the girl you'd known for your entire life.

"You wanted her to scream. You wanted to hear it. You wanted them all to scream."

You flinched as the axe blade brushed against your arm. Sticky and warm and wet and cold and metallic. Goosebumps typed messages of fear across your arms. You crossed them, eyes squeezed shut against the painting of gore, as you rubbed warmth into yourself. You were still sweating from the fireplace.

"Get out," you hissed.

"Couldn't even if I wanted to, sweetheart," his voice was harsh against your cheek, the scratch of stubble no gentler.

He turned you to face the window. You felt the chill of the outside even through the sweater you'd found. Running for your life in a sweater was slightly better than running naked.

He pressed your chest against the cold window pane, the glass sending shocks through you as you gasped and flicked open your eyes. Snow up to your eyes, just a few feet below the top of the floor to ceiling window frame, with thick snowflakes still adding to the pile. And transparent before it a reflection ghosted over the view. A strong arm, thick rippling muscles, pressing a hand to the back of your neck and pushing you forward so your chest met glass. Broad shoulders, wider than you by enough to make you feel small for once barely contained in an unbuttoned flannel over a blood smeared tank top. Jean covered hips that pressed into your ass as he watched you look his reflection up and down. Your reflection up and down. Your nipples pebbling under the sweater, the hem riding up to show the silvery stretchmarks on your thighs, the flush on your face. His cocked eyebrow and crooked smirk as he met your eyes in the reflection.

"It's turned into quite the blizzard. Neither of us is 'getting out' no matter how cute you look when you're angry," he ground his hips into your ass and pressed his nose to the bundle of your hair he held against your neck.

"Shit, you smell like him," he ground out.

A stinging slap landed on your ass.

You cried out, pressed your bare ass back against the bulge in his jeans, against the hand smoothing out the sting on your skin.

"Gonna have to fix that, princess," he laughed.

He dragged you by your hair to the bearskin rug in front of the fire place. Sweat dripped down your back, under your boobs, and blood coated his boots as he trudged through the mess just a few feet away. He pressed you into the ground, ass up in the air and chest against the rug (you fucking hated that rug) facing away from the scene of the crime you'd been party to.

"Gonna make you sweat off the smell of him," he lifted the hem of your sweater.

You rubbed your thighs together, the slick of arousal starting to drip in an uncomfortable show. He pried them apart, spreading you like opening a book to a well loved chapter.

"I've been dreaming of your sweet pussy," he groaned.

In the instant before you responded he wrapped his lips against your dripping hole and pressed his tongue flat against it. You bucked and cried out as he lovingly made out with your pussy, drawing cries of pleasure from you. You screamed for him, for the way he spread you and devoured you. For the way his fingers circled your clit until you were bucking into your orgasm. And then he grabbed your hair and you moaned at the loss of his tongue on you only to find him pulling your head back and shoving his tongue into your mouth. You tasted your pleasure on him, the scent of it lurid and naughty and more than you could handle. You crumbled apart in his hold as one arm kept you supported. You heard his other hand undoing his zipper. Sweat pooled at your lower back, the smell of sweat and sex filling the room more than the fire and faint smell of blood. Almost enough to make you forget. And then he was pressing the warm tip of his cock against your needy pussy and you really did forget anything else. He slid inside of you beautifully, easing gently into you until he was buried to the hilt. The pressure of him stretching you, filling every inch of you, nearly broke you into an orgasm again. And then he started to fuck you. He held your hips hard, fingers bruising into the soft cushion of fat as he slammed your ass back against him. You screamed as he thrust, begged him to go harder, deeper, faster, until he was growling like an animal bent over you. His teeth buried into your shoulder as he groaned your name into your skin. You felt your eyes roll back as he kept going, kept slamming into you in a frenzy. You felt on the edge of consciousness as he slammed and shuddered, spilling hot cum inside of you.

You shuddered under him as he collapsed forward with you. His chest plastered to your back, his cock still buried inside of you. You felt the stiffness of his arms, holding some of his weight off of you. You felt the exhaustion seeping into you.

"That's better. Now you smell properly fuckable."

It took a moment for the implication to set in. Almost as soon as you realized what he meant, he pulled out of you and grabbed you roughly by the hips. He flipped you onto your back, staring up into the face of a murderer as he started to fuck you again.

"Don't give up on me now, sweetheart. We're snowed in at least for the weekend."

[lura-valentine]

Hints

Short Fanfiction

World of My Hero Academia / Boku no Hero Academia

Suitable for all ages

With the exception of Rain, all characters belong to Kōhei Horikoshi

Rain is my OC ➡️ click her for Rain's Profil ⬅️

Please note that English is not my first language. So forgive me for mistakes

I would have liked to have written it in more detail, but I was running out of time😭 I really wanted to write something for New Year's Eve, but I didn't have a story in my head...

Yesterday my boyfriend got sick and that gave me the idea to write this fanfiction.

I hope you will enjoy it, despite the lack of time I had😊

Happy New Year?

The night was cool, and a fine drizzle had begun to cover the streets of Musutafu in a glittering veil of drops. Dabi pulled the hood of his black coat further over his face and let the smoke from his cigarette rise into the cool night air. The familiar smell of rain and asphalt mixed with the sharp aroma of the embers that glowed at the end of the cigarette. He was on his way to Rain, his Rain - a thought that brought a rare smile to his face.

He still couldn't quite explain why he had allowed himself to be captured by her of all people. Maybe it was her strength, that unwavering willpower that had broken through even his cold, burning wall. Maybe it was the way she looked at him - with a mixture of pride and gentleness - that always confused him.

He reached into his pocket and felt the cool metal of the key she had given him weeks ago. But Dabi wouldn't be himself if he walked through the door like everyone else. Instead, he looked up at the windows of the apartment, which was on the third floor. A faint, warm light flickered behind the curtains in the living room. A sign that she was home.

With a quiet sigh, he shook his head, took a step back and looked for the rain pipe on the wall of the house. "You know, Touya, one day you'll break your neck with this shit," he muttered quietly to himself and started to climb up the wall.

Once upstairs, he carefully opened open the living room window, which Rain unfortunately never closed properly. "You're making it too easy for me, angel," he whispered as he pushed himself inside and landed with an elegant jump on the soft carpet.

Rain was lying on the sofa, wrapped in a thick blanket that almost swallowed her whole. Her black hair fell in soft strands over the pillow and her face was slightly flushed. The television was flickering; some film was playing that she was probably no longer consciously following.

Dabi pulled off his hood and stretched before approaching with silent steps. "You know, if someone else tried to break in here, you'd have a big problem," he muttered dryly as he leaned on the arm of the sofa and looked down at her.

Rain slowly opened her eyes, her deep red irises shimmering in the dim light. "You're not a burglar either," she murmured hoarsely, pulling the blanket tighter around herself.

"No, but I a damn good climber." Dabi plopped down on the sofa next to her and glanced at her. "You look like shit, angel."

"Thank you for the compliment." Her voice was weak, but there was a hint of sarcasm in it.

"You're welcome." Dabi grinned crookedly and leaned forward to put a hand on her forehead. "You're hotter than me, and that's saying something."

Rain snorted quietly, only to burst into a coughing fit immediately afterwards. Dabi grimaced, pulled the blanket away from her and wrapped his arm around her instead. "Come here. This blanket is no use anyway."

"You're not a hot water bottle, Touya," she murmured in protest, but let herself be pulled into his arms without much resistance.

"I'm not? Say that again if you're asleep within five minutes." His voice was soft, almost teasing, as he pulled her closer, the heat of his skin pressing against her feverish cold.

Rain sighed and leaned against him, her cheek pressed against his chest. "Why are you even here? Don't you have something better to do?"

"Better than you? Hardly." He looked down at her and his grin softened. "Besides, you missed me, admit it."

"I never miss you," she murmured, her eyelids heavy.

"Liar." Dabi ran his fingers gently through her hair. "Rest, angel. I'm here."

"I'm not an angel," Rain murmured quietly, her voice thick with her cold. She pushed herself away from him a little, but Dabi didn't let her get far, his arms remained tightly wrapped around her.

"Oh, no?" His eyes sparkled in the dim light of the television as he looked at her. "You know exactly why I call you that." His hands slid down her back and traced the base of her wings.

"Because you're a damn stubborn person," she replied weakly, coughing quietly into her hand. She sounded tired, but at the same time there was a hint of defiance in her voice.

"Stubborn? I? Says the one who wants to throw me out of here even though she's obviously half dead on the sofa?" He raised an eyebrow and pulled her closer to him again, his body heat radiating against her cool skin.

"I'm not kicking you out," she muttered, her eyes half closed. "I'm just saying that you should spend your New Year's start with the others. You love New Year's Eve, Touya. The stupid people who blow their hands off, or someone who accidentally sets their house on fire... That's exactly your thing."

Dabi laughed softly, a deep, raspy sound that made his chest vibrate. "You know me too well. But you know what? None of these idiots are half as interesting as you."

"Stop it." Rain closed her eyes and unconsciously reached for the blanket, even though Dabi's warmth was much more comfortable than the thick material. "I'm just diseased and not particularly exciting."

"You're sick, yes, but you're also Rain. That's enough for me." He ran his hand through her hair and brushed the damp strands from her face.

"You're really impossible." She swallowed, feeling her throat burn. Part of her just wanted to sleep and forget all this. But another part, the more vulnerable one, couldn't shake the bitter taste of disappointment.

"You should be outside, watching the fireworks, having fun..." She opened her eyes again, looking at him. Her deep red eyes sparkled faintly in the light of the screen, and there was a hint of wistfulness in her voice. "It's our first New Year's Eve as a couple, Touya. I was looking forward to it so much."

Dabi paused in his movement. He looked at her, and for a moment the usually sarcastic expression on his face disappeared. His gaze became softer, almost thoughtful.

"Rain..." His voice was deeper, almost quiet. "I'm here, okay? Screw the fireworks. I don't need a big spectacle to start the new year with you."

"But I... I wanted to stand outside with you, look at the colors in the sky, and maybe..." Her voice broke and she turned her head away, ashamed of the tears that suddenly welled up in her eyes.

"Maybe what?" He gently grabbed her chin and turned her face back to him, forcing her to look at him.

"Maybe... just be happy," she whispered, looking at him, her eyelashes damp. "It sounds stupid, I know. But I wanted it to be perfect."

"You're really stupid, you know that?" Dabi pulled her closer, his lips gently touching her forehead. "There's no such thing as perfect, but I'm here, and that's more than anyone would expect from me."

Rain closed her eyes and sighed quietly. "I know. It's just... hard. It's so hard to shake the feeling that I'm ruining everything for you."

"You didn't ruin anything." Dabi's voice grew more serious. "If anything, you're the reason I like New Year's Eve more than usual this year. You know, I could have just spent it enjoying an explosion somewhere or causing a little chaos. Instead, I'm sitting here warming you up. Sounds like a pretty good deal to me."

"You really are impossible," she repeated quietly, but a tiny, exhausted smile crept onto her lips.

"And you're pretty stubborn," he countered with a smug grin. "So this is a perfect fit."

Rain laughed softly, a scratchy, barely audible sound, but it was there. She leaned against him again and closed her eyes. "Just stay here. Just for today."

"Did I ever say I was leaving?" He pulled the blanket over them both and let them move even closer to him. "You're really hard to deal with when you're sick, Rain. But I'm staying. Just so you know."

"Touya?"

"Hm?"

"Thanks."

"Don't talk so much, you'll only make yourself more exhausted. Just sleep, angel. Tomorrow is a new day."

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[brrbrina]

lonesome

pairing: joe burrow x oc

warnings: angst!

a/n : sorry it took me so long to write this one, i had the worst writers block, we only have one chapter left, feedback and support is always well received 😊

"All i´m asking you is to be honest for one time in forever, is it really that hard to do?" Aria said with a knot in her throat, she wasn´t completly sure how she ended up in Joe´s place, the same place she once called her home, but there is always something inside her that drags her anywhere near him.

She was looking for a bank receipt of the payment she made when she finally paid off her college debt, she was sure she packed it when she moved to her own apartment, but she couldn´t find it and she thought that it could be at her ex boyfriends house, so she drove all the way there feeling numb.

Parking in the driveway she saw Joe´s car and took a deep breath, still not sure of how he would look at her after the nigth they broke things off. After knocking on the door, a tall blue eyed blonde perked while he opned it.

"Aria... what are you doing here, is everything ok?" He said scratching his head and looking at her not sure on how to approach her.

"Yes, everything is fine, I don´t know where my college payment recepit is and i´ve looked everywhere at home and i couldn´t find it, i thought maybe it was still here in one of your folders" she said looking at him as he looked surprise.

"Yeah sure, um, you can check in the closet maybe it's up there on a blue box, go ahead" He said leading her upstairs to the bedroom they once shared, to Aria´s surprise he still had a lot of things she helped him bought when they moved in together.

Making her way to the closet she realized it was a huge closet, they never really payed attention to that since it was always full, grabing a little stair she always kept there so she could reach above the shelfs, she put the box on the floor and start looking, there were a lot of things there and she didn´t knew where to begin.

Clearing his throat Joe spoke "So...how's your mom and dad,?" Aria turned her head looking at him confused, "Uhm, they´re okay, thanks for asking" she said as she looked back not finding the stupid paper.

"So...""You really don´t have to do small talk, it´s okay it´s not akward" Aria said closing the box after not finding it, resining herself to just go to the bank and pray they could give them a copy.

"It´s okay you can leave it on the floor i´ll put it back up later I was about to..." his phone rang, not allowing him to finish his sentence. "Hi babe, no i´m not busy, what´s up?" He said walking out of the room and Aria was feeling the same way the night they broke up again, and then it hit her, Joe wasn´t in love with her anymore, there was someone else in his life, sleeping on the same bed she used to lay her head and dancing in the kitchen at night, someone wearing his jearsey to his games and kissing him goodnight.

The hard thing about love, in any form it may present to you, if someones falls out of if or they stop loving you, there´s nothing you can do, there´s is nothing in the wprld that could make them want you again, love fades, it just doesn´t disappear overnight, and the heartbroken part of it, is that no matter how much love you have for the other person, the best thing you can do is accept things and move one, no matter how lonesome it migth feel, and how long you would take to put the pieces they broke together again.

Making her way downstairs Joe stopped her “Aria, I know i was an ass by the way I ended things with you, I know no amount of apologies will fix it but I really hope we can stay friends or at least in touch, I owe you al lot and you help me achieve my dreams” Joe stated and Aria had watery eyes looking at him, and that was the first time he felt a little piece of him break inside.

“When did you start seeing her, was it when we were still together, sleeping in the same bed?” Aria said

“What? Aria what are you talking about” Joe said trying to look confused

“All i´m asking you is to be honest for one time in forever, is it really that hard to do?" Aria said with a knot in her throat, “Were you thinking of her when you had your hands around my waist?”

“Did you even gave a fuck about our relationship?” She said looking at him almost crying.

“Of course I did, I told you that multiple times, I didn’t even… I couldn’t” Joe couldn’t find the words to tell her the truth, he wasn’t seeing Ellie when she was still with Aria, and after the breakup he didn’t want to meet anyone but he did, and he feel in love again.

She looked at him as he was struggling to talk, but she couldn’t stand there and watch him try to come up with something, it was too painful and she didn’t want to be there anymore.

Making her way to the door Joe grabbed her arm and hugged her, she didn’t moved, there wasn’t a single thought running across her mind. “I’m really sorry things didn’t work out with us” Joe said mumbling to her hair.

He let her go, and she made her way to the car, she drove home and hope she wouldn’t feel this way forever.

It was around 11:00 pm when she started crying, but it wasn’t a cry because he missed him, it was a crying because he broke her heart worse than anybody had ever done, everyone left, if she fell in love with all her problems will they leave her too?