Dabi is surprisingly a lightweight. You honestly would’ve never figured by looking at him, but as you think back on it, you’ve never really seen him drink a lot. Not when there were celebratory parties, or when things didn’t go right for him. It’s why you’re so shocked when you convince two shots into his system, why he suddenly looks so loose, why his grin splits so wide.
He’s a clinger, you’ve also learned as you’ve started observing the blue eyed man where he shoves his face into the crook of your neck. His body bends over almost uncomfortably to fit into the position, and you can’t help but flinch a little when his damp breath blows a quiet little raspberry on your flesh.
omg wait my favorite thought is of you not even necessarily being a heavyweight, you can just handle your liquor a little better than anyone expects. you love to knock back drink after drink, convince Dabi into some stupid competition that he falls for because he’s such a little nerd and secretly wants to impress you. he does it thinking you’ll be the drunk one first, the one hanging off of his arm and hopefully his dick by the end of the night.
it belatedly shocks him when it’s the exact opposite. when he’s slurring a little and smiling at you, when you watch him through low eyes with a wide grin, when he wraps himself around you like a python, when you shake his face gently as you squish his cheeks together in hand. he’s just so utterly obsessed with you in these moments, and maybe it’s the liquor in him, but he knows his lowered inhibitions are only bringing forth the feelings he’s always suppressed.
drunk sex with Dabi where he’s the one too loose limbed and limp and weak. he flops onto bed like some rag doll with his arms and legs spread wide, but he musters up enough strength to release the heavy weight of his cock from its confinements. doesn’t do much besides lift his head from the pillows with a point to his crotch and a lazy grin, an announcement of, go ahead and hop on already before he’s flopping back down again, ready to lay back and get fucked like how he knows he deserves.
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good morning idk why I’m awake rn but I just remembered the returner lalafell whm in a leveling roul last night who ran for the next room before a magitek terminal was done counting down, and then lost esuna and asked where it was on their hotbar, and immediately after a wipe suggested bigger pulls in that one corridor of dzemael. you know the one. and the thing is that they weren’t actually a bad healer but seemed very scattered, 10/10 hilarious experience. unlike robert
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MH boys separately, with a s/o who betrays them.
Not cheating, but like, they turn out to be a 'villain' of sorts and actually helping the other side (if that makes sense? An example ig would be a s/o of Jay or Tim helping Alex reach his goals)
Oooooh, love the creative prompt. I’ll just be going with the main two for now as I am about to rest. Hope you enjoy!
Tim
Tim would be furious. But mostly at himself. Why didn’t he see the signs?! He found out you were working with Alex when he found a journal you’d been writing in open on the floor when he was packing up a hotel room. He didn’t mean to snoop, but he accidentally read a few words when he was picking it up. He got confused, so he read a little more. You were writing about secretly meeting with Alex, planning strategies, and trying to find the best way to end the sickness. You had written lists of people who did, probably did, or might have the sickness. You had maps of houses, with all possible entrances noted. You had pictures of people, with their schedules, strengths, and weaknesses listed. You even had a page for him, with a picture, his schedule, and a question mark at the top. When he finished reading it all, he sank to the floor, huddling into the corner. You couldn’t have- you WOULDN’T have- but you did. All the evidence was right there, in the book you forgot to close. When you get back from the store, ready to drive to the next location, your stuff is in a neat pile in the still open motel room. A note placed on top reads “Leave me the fuck alone. And next time you try to trick someone, close your journal”
Jay
Jay finds out when he’s walking through the forest, supposed to be in the motel. He finds a small, one room cabin and decides to investigate. While outside, he peeks into the window. The glass is wavy, so he can only see silhouettes. But he can still hear voices. You….and Alex?! He gets confused, and at first he thinks you’re in trouble, so he moves to go inside, but then his brain registers what you two are saying. You’re talking about Tim. About how to kill him. Jay doesn’t always have the best relationship with Tim, but he cares about him. He gets upset and sits under the window to keep listening. Eventually the subject gets to HIM. He listens intently, leaning against the wall. You’re reluctant to kill him, you say. Alex questions you, saying that’s the whole reason you’re with him. So he’ll trust you. Jay gasps involuntarily. Then, hearing the voices stop, and then shuffling noises, he runs. He runs back to the motel, hastily editing and uploading the next entry. When you get back hours later, after thoroughly searching the woods, all his stuff is gone. All your stuff is where you left it, but any trace of Jay has disappeared. You go on the computer, checking the YouTube channel to see if he’s okay, or in danger, or hurt. What you see instead is text of the screen that says “today, while in the forest, I discovered something terrible. Then, footage of a small cabin. The conversation you had mere hours before. Jay gasping, then running. The camera cuts, and the words on the screen say “Tim, if you’re watching this, wherever you are, stay safe. And Alex, and the people working with him, stay away from me.”
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the fact that you were waiting for this show literal years and then, one week before Christmas your dream tv show drops and then you see the culmination of hours and hours of hard work, the devotion and utter love everyone that has worked for this show has, how everything was so well thought that even the smallest details mean everything and you had expectations, you were kind afraid of having them to be honest, but you watch the first two episodes and there’s not going back for you from this. It filled a void you didn’t even know you had and you cannot wait for what is coming, you can see how is going to change everything for years to come and you cannot be more excited about it because you love it, and adore it, and want to treasure it and—
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starting a rumor that beyoncé album renaissance is about danandphilgames
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