#the main character was such an asshole and like i couldn't root for him at all man

[brainfullofbees]

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[error-dark]

Imma talk about Helluva Boss cause I love the show and I don't talk about it much on here.

I've been watching the show since the day the pilot got released. And Blitzo has always been my favorite character ever since. I always seen him almost like Deadpool in a way; funny, badass, serious, sassy, (don't remember how true this is for Deadpool but) asshole, etc. I do love Fizz, Loona, Moxxie, Millie, and all of the other characters, but Blitzo has always been in that #1 spot for me. And the fact that his is the main character in the show, that's clearly saying a lot, because I don't think I've ever had a super favorite character that actually is the main character before (usually it'd be villains and/or side character). And I think this is because I don't usually see enough struggle, or perhaps a more of a human feeling towards a main character?? (I honestly don't know how else to word this). Well, yeah, obviously I root for the main character to complete their quest, save the day, blah blah blah. But to actually connect with them on a deeper level?? That never really happened before... until Blitzo.

And no, I don't share any heavy trauma related or any traumatic past experience that Blitzo went through, so I don't relate to him on a personal level. (Just so we're clear, I actually had a healthy childhood and my life is pretty chill majority of the time). The reason why I say I can have a deep connection to Blitzo is because of how much of a complex character his is. He's not black and white, and he's not like Charlie from Hazbin Hotel (no hate to her I actually like her). Perhaps the reason could also extend to how each episode is uploaded one at a time with at least a few months gap in between. With how the episodes are uploaded, I believe it helped me to actually spend time and learn about the characters more, especially about Blitzo.

During the first season, they've kept Blitzo's past subtle, not really info dumping us viewers. Although, Season 1 does give us a few glimpse of Blitzo's inner problems, and they showed it more vividly in Truth Seekers. (I will not be going into too much details cause I don't want to make a very long post).

Season 2, however, we get to see more into Blitzo's past and his childhood. The season literally starts out with a backstory about how he and Stolas met on Stolas's birthday. (The episode's name is The Circus if you wanna rewatch, or go check it out for yourself). Also, in the very next episode, Seeing Stars, we get a flashback of when Blitzo adopted Loona, how he saw parts of himself in her and wanted to give her a better home and life right then and there! He could've chose ANY OTHER Hellhound, and yet, HE CHOSE LOONA!

Throughout Season 2, we met Barbie for a little bit, and clearly she's still hurting from the accidental fire that Blitzo caused. And in Oops, Fizz and Blitzo actually talked about the incident (while being under attacked Moxxie's insane mafia father), and Blitzo explained to him that he did cared, he was trying to look for help, but it was too late. And Blitzo wasn't even allowed to visit Fizz (guess who's fault that was). Oh, and there was this whole anti-Blitzo party that Verosika hosted thing.

And... this Halloween's episode. Ghostfuckers. We didn't just saw more of Blitzo's past or how badly his trauma and "break-up from Stolas" was haunting him. We saw HIS POINT OF VIEW. We saw his point of view of events from previous episodes, what he actually saw vs what us viewers saw. And there's a huge different, and I think the visuals speaks for themselves, honestly. (I almost cried a few times while watching it in art class. That's how emotionally attach I got to Blitzo).

This show has been going on for almost 5 years, which it's insane to think about. And the fact we've spent that much time with the characters, we were able to learn a lot about them. That couldn't be anymore truer for Blitzo. When we first saw him long ago in the Pilot (that's no longer canon to the actual lore), we didn't think much of him, at least, I didn't think much of him. At first, I just thought "oh, funny asshole demon that has a killing business" and nothing else. Now, it's "holy shit this guy needs more than therapy."

I honestly could go on longer about Blitzo in general, but this post is already getting too long and it's almost 1am for me (when I'm writing this). I knew I had a lot to share, but holy shit, I didn't expect to have THIS much to share... oops.

In short; Blitzo has that human complex type of character built into him, making him completely grayscale rather the "black and white" stuff, and how spread out the episodes are, I managed to build a deep emotional connection to him to the point where I wanna hug him. I'm probably not the first one to say it, but I'm very proud of how far he has come, even though some of his ideas weren't exactly the best ideas (I think we all know what I'm referring to). And based on Ghostfuckers, I have great hopes that he'll continue moving forward, even though it'll take him a while. But hey, progress is still progress, and the road to recovery is one helluva bumpy road :D. I'll definitely still be rooting for him, cheering him on to continue the progress, and I know that one day, he'll truly be happy in his life.

[colleensmangarecs]

Finished '&' by Mari Okazaki

Just wanted to do a little post of manga I've been reading lately. I make these on Twitter sometimes but I figured I don't post much on here and may as well make one for Tumblr peeps too.

& by Mari Okazaki was a very beautiful romance drama that asks what is love

I was really intrigued by this series despite going in blind. I only picked it up mostly knowing of Okazaki's notoriety as well as the fact this was licensed by Tokyopop way back when.

Firstly the art was absolutely gorgeous. Just top tier. It was very dreamy and ethereal while having a bit of edge to it at the same time. There were several pages of wordless interactions between characters that I lingered on for longer than if I was reading text.

The story was also really good although just not as engaging at all times. I really loved the main character of Kaoru. She was always trying so hard to do her best and everyone else just constantly put her down. She unfortunately never really got a big 'Fuck you' moment though. I don't know if she really *needed* one perse but it just would've been more cathartic with how much everyone around her just never let her live. Constantly giving unwarranted advice that she always took to heart.

The two male characters were absolutely atrocious though. At times I would be like "okay they're doing better" but then they'd just say or do the stupidest thing that would make me wish Kaoru would drop both of them. The doctor character clearly had trauma and it made sense why he couldn't fully commit to a relationship... but man.... would he still annoy me so much. You can be non-committal and not be an asshole at least. Also he wore crocs so like I did not see what Kaoru saw. The other male lead Shiro was an embarrassment. I was rooting for him more in the beginning but by the end the man was so inept at communicating that I wanted him gone as well.

A few of the female side characters were compelling and I wish we had more time with them. We did get the extra chapters that focused on them more but I would've liked even more. They were both flawed but still likable people.

In the end, it was a really engaging series. Sometimes being mad at characters is a good thing because it keeps you reading and interested. I thought the ending was perfect too although a bit rushed. Overall a really good series that was a great introduction for Okazaki's work. I'm going to be checking out Suppli hopefully soon.

Ended up giving the series a 7.8/10

[sjofn-lofnsdottr]

Was there something in the MSQ or even a side-questline, that inspired you to create them? Perhaps meeting the Sylphs or the Namazu? Or visiting the Unsundered World? Or even something to do with crafting or gathering?

Nothing inspired me to create any of my characters specifically, but there's definitely stuff in the MSQ and such that heavily influenced the backstory and such of my characters.

See, I didn't know shit about the game or its lore (or even Final Fantasy in general, this is my first one), so while my characters had personalities in mind, they didn't have any backstories, because the setting they were originally from was so different. I figured I'd backfill for my own amusement. Dusk, being my main dude, has the most filled in.

It took me a while to come up with anything for Dusk at first, but once he was in Coerthas and I was getting acquainted with these asshole not-elves who were also not-Catholic, I decided yes. Yes, these assholes are where Dusk's family comes from. The idea my big fluffy hippie's roots were this militaristic, xenophobic theocracy was very funny to me. And I'm a lapsed Catholic, so all the fake Catholicism spoke to me in a weird way.

But I didn't want him to have grown up there completely, because I didn't think he would've left to adventure if he had. So I decided on Gridania for where his family fled moved to, and felt like lancer/dragoon linked those two places nicely for an MSQ class.

So! A lot of his backstory got filled in with those two city-states and their lore in mind, and became the lens through which I viewed his MSQ going forward. Funnily enough, I hadn't realized Heavensward was, uh, all about Ishgard and dragoons until after I'd decided that for Dusk. I couldn't have planned something out that nicely if I tried, really. :P

Thank you for the ask!

[wanderlust-in-my-soul]

Top 5 characters you disliked/ hated in 2023

Top 5 main couples you were indifferent to in 2023

Hello hello... thank you for these... easy questions 😅 I really needed to think about the second one.

But let me start with 5 characters I disliked/hated in 2023. There were a few that I hated, but where I loved that fact (Hi Boston 💚) and then there were those characters I just couldn't stand.

Beginning the list let me introduce to you the one drunkhead I wish I could punch in his alcohol filled mouth...

Han Ji Yu from All The Liquors

It is the fact that he glorifies alcohol to a really unhealthy amount and the fact that this whole series tried to let us believe, not linking alcohol is something inappropriate just blew my mind. The writing for this series and this character was just not good at all in my opinion.

And of we go to the biggest let down for me this year:

Minato Akira from Minato Shouji Coin Laundry Season 2

I liked him so much in the first season. I adored his awkwardness around Shin and his journey to finally accept his own and Shin's feelings. And the second season took this development away from us and from Minato. He got stuck in denial and being over-emotional. He became unlovable and really annoying. The writers took away his charme and I really couldn't see anymore why Shin loves this man so much. I would have been so fucking frustrated with him after a few weeks. It wasn't quirky or cute. I really couldn't stand him.

And next in line:

Mew from Only Friends

In the beginning, I thought okay, he is inexperienced, but he has his standards. He is a little naiv, but I can like him... yeah... nope. Since he started dating Ray to hurt Top and became a total fuck towards Boston, he lost all his credits with me. I get he was heartbroken that one of his friends betrayed him in that way, but the way he thought only the worst of Boston and never apologized for believing he SAed little Atom is just a no from me. And the way he treated Top and Ray annoyed the fuck out of me. Can't stand him.

Uhkay... next is a character some might defend, but I thought he was just a total selfish asshole:

Lomfon from La Pluie

He might have a little redemption in the end, but too little, too late. He was a selfish prick. Yes, he thought he was in love with Saengtai, but he kissed him without his consent and just tried to interfere with the relationship between Saengtai and Phat. Okay, I really don't care about them that much, but he hurt Saengthian and this was one charcater I liked in this series and I will never forgive Lomfon for it!

At last there is this one character I wanted to scrape out their eyes....

Ye Wan Ying from Stay With Me

I don't have a good gif of her and I truely don't care. She was a manipulative bitch and I wish her the worst! She tried to play SuYu and WuBi off against each other and made WuBi jealous. I don't like when someone hurt my favorites! She was evil. I hate her!

Okay, so far with the first list, let's move on to my top 5 main couples I was indifferent to in 2023.

I start with the one couple that made me drop the whole show:

Suansoon and Ongsa from Absolute Zero

I really liked the first episode. I thought those two were cute together and I was rooting for them. And then the time travel happend and everything became a big mess. I lost interest in their relationship due to the fact that old Suansoon and young Ongsa became a thing and I lost my shit (not in a good way) about it. So I stopped watching it... and never regreted this decision.

On second place come

Joke and Zo from Hidden Agenda

I liked them in the beginning, but at some point in the story I just lost my interest. I don't know why, but they really didn't catch my interest. It was okayish to watch while it was airing, but I have to say, I can't really remember what exactly was happening with them. All I know is I thought the drama was unnecessary.

The next one really made me sad

Win and Team from Between Us

I loved them in Until We Meet Again. They were the best part of this series for me and I really was looking forward to this one. And then these two were...liveless. I don't know. I just couldn't get myself interested in their relationship. They felt so bland and without any surface. I can't really explain right now.

In number four we have

Johnny and HaiYi from HIStory 5

From the start I was a Vincent/Wynn-girl. The main couple was there, but I wouldn't have mind if they just vanished. Okay, in the end I couldn't care less about all of the couples, but those two were just not for me. I think they were boring and the drama was stupid. Time travel in bl really sucks most of the times!

And at last we have a couple I adored in the beginning and just lost interest over the runtime of the show:

Saengtai and Phat from La Pluie

I know this bl is loved my many and I can understand why (most of the times), but in the same way I sober up in seconds whenever a friend of mine is in need of help, I lost interest really fast in these two when the drama just annoyed me. Phat's jealousy, Lomfon's interference, Saengtai's secrecies and in the end Phat's anger and the way he was punching Lomfon, everything made me lose interest in them so fast! And to be honest, Phat became one of my most hated charcaters, when I think about it. I would have left him and never looked back after he punched Lomfon like that. I would never trust him again, that he won't hurt me, when we fight. Such a big red fucking flag for me. And yeah, just like that I lost interest in them.

Thank you very much for this ask!

ASK ME MY TOP 5 OF ANYTHING BL 2023

(I'll answer some more tomorrow... I need some sleep right now 😅)

[shuihuzhuan]

my honest review of helluva boss after getting stupid with a couple friends and watching it all the way through because weve known each other for years and think tht kind of thing is funny is that it's, like, decidedly mid but like at a point on the mid scale where i can wish that it was decent. like if you redesigned all of the characters (because its not that some of the jokes that weren't just "hey we can say the word fuck did you know?" werent funny they were just coming out of the mouths of character designs that gave me carpal tunnel to Imagine drawing much less animating) and gave the script another pass with, like, maybe a professional writer who could refine it so they don't say fuck every four words and took out that one episode that entirely retconned the main relationship that viv wants you to root for it could be like. fine. middling show that airs on adult swim late at night and only a few people end up catching. you can tell it's a side project developed much later than hazhotel and that works entirely in its favor: vivziepop still can't kill her darlings but at least this time she's less attached to bullshit she probably made up in high school. it gets to sidestop most of the problems with hazhotel because of its smaller scale & the fact it simply does Not dwell on the whole "yo why are all of your sinners marginalized people" thing like it simply does not have the chance. and also they're not major characters so they're Not.

the show's biggest problem is just how ridiculously yaoibrained vivienne is - which results in the classic sidelining female characters & just... like, fucking up the characterizations of both them and the guys she wants to ship whenever she feels like it'll make the former or latter party feel less or more sympathetic respectively whenever it's convenient. like initially stolas' wife wants him dead and/or divorced because he's an asshole cheater. like, yeah, that's how it works, but later it's just like Well actually no she's just hated him and tried to get him killed looney tunes style the Whole Time they've been married which on paper is kind of funny but it's, like, come on man this guy sucks. he's an asshole that couldn't give less of a shit about his family. you're told that his only redeeming quality is trying to keep his family together because he cares about his daughter but then in the episode dedicated to him and his daughter he simply does not show it, instead spending the entire thing hitting on the main character who, in the context of what we're shown in that story, embodies the whole "he's a piece of shit but has the one redeeming quality of giving a shit about his daughter" INFINITELY better than we're supposed to believe w stolas. it's fascinating.

theres generally just a lot of Tell Don't Show going on when it comes to retconning these things. this is getting long sorry so basically ill just say all of the episodes written by people who Aren't vivziepop are like. honestly i'd go so far as to say like. decent. i think she needs to just kill herself and give her shit to someone else or something man idk

[iminsanearenti]

#0 L.A. Without a Map (1998)

⭐⭐

A British writer pursues a young actress to Hollywood and needs all the help he can get to win her love. - Summary from IMDB

The good:

Holy Young Tennant Batman!!

Moss is a literal king, best character in the movie.

Their bromance was the 2nd best relationship in it.

Barbara is a girl's girl fr (ref the scene in the parking lot at the club thing).

Richard being truly terrible at fighting.

All the Johnny Depp hallucinations.

Barbara talking to her dead dad. Awww they both have imaginary friends.

Julie x Moss is the 1st best relationship

The bad:

Oh boy second hand embarrassment.

The plot was, um, interesting ig. Idk it was kind of lacking but that could just be me.

Richard sucking at fighting goes here too cause it was too embarrassing to watch sometimes.

So many bad vibes from like everything

This series of stuff I wrote in my notes "Jealousy is not a good look for him. Oh god he's going insane. God why is he such an asshole. I was worried about her but he's the problem. He's kind of sucking actually."

Where are the likable characters.

I had to stop a few times

Random:

The voiceover is kinda silly but I like hearing his voice

Did they really get Johnny Depp for this movie??

He's so charismatic and also such a loser

Moss stays winning

THEY DID GET JOHNNY DEPP

God his hair is stupid (1:32:00 ish)

Overall rating is a ★★★. I would have given it two stars but it had enough redeeming qualities that that felt too harsh. To be honest I didn't enjoy the movie. The ending was unsatisfactory and I didn't even really want them together at that point. It becomes pretty hard to root for Richard about an hour in as he devolves into madness. Ik they sort of covered that but I didn't care enough about his character for it to be interesting. That being said it was very funny and the acting is good at least to my untrained eye. The soundtrack was pretty decent too. And of course the best part is that you get to stare at David Tennant for almost two hours.

Edit: No actually you know what after thinking about it for a day this was a fucking terrible movie. I think my detachment and utter lack of investment in the plot and characters blinded me to how awful it was. Richard and Barbara's relationship is supposed to be the main plot point except it's so dull that I didn't care about it at all. I couldn't even care enough to root against it. Richard is an asshole that you don't want to succeed but Barbara isn't likable enough either. AND THEN, when you think that maybe he might be facing some minor consequences for his repeatedly terrible behaviour SHE GOES BACK TO HIM. Who's wish fulfillment self insert is this. The only redeeming qualities are that it is consistently very funny and Moss is a king.

[kazuchikaokada]

honestly, i couldn't care less if any of u dislike kazu for whatever reason but completely disregarding all the hard work he put in his career and discrediting his role in new japan's success doesn't sit right with me. u all think being a champion for as long as he has been is such an easy feat when that man has been putting his body on the line in MANY, MANY ruthless matches just to give everyone the entertainment they want, all the promotional and overseas schedule he had to do as champ, having to represent the company wherever he went, like my man was exhausted to the point that when he lost the title, he didn't wanna be champ for a while anymore. yeah tanahashi did a wonderful work as njpw's ace but so did kazu and lets be real, the main reason why so many of u are currently rooting for kaito is because his opponent is kazu and u all have this weird one sided beef with him. u people do this every single time kazu's facing someone new and it's getting boring. "okada has been rude. he is a self centered asshole" yeah well that's his character, he's always been like that, learn to cope with it. he's been like that to ALL of his opponents, kaito ain't special. he will be even ruder to him and noah during the match like what are u gonna do about it? u people srsly need to get a life 😭

[lixenn]

.......

*insert absoulte incoherent screaming here*

I would love to be able to draw him and Chief once I find some time for it. I'll save the description somewhere-

*takes you by the shoulders and looks you dead in the eye* "I would do unspeakable things for you" *shakes you a bit to get the point across* "No, you don't comprehend how far I'm willing to go, the burdens I will bear, the mountains I will climb. I would D I E for you!"

*deep breath*

Jokes aside, if you draw one of my characters I would probably just straight up melt into a happy puddle of goo and phase out of existence for a bit. Somebody would need to scrap me of the floor and shape me back into the barely functioning person that I am. I will be beyond estactic during the whole process and shout your accomplishments from the rooftops Squalo style!

*ahem*

Sorry about my total loss of composure, but it needed to be done, I couldn't contain my happiness 😅

Gremlin is basically Dave's middle name and chaos is his lifeblood. His lack of flames is probably the only reason why the Varia compound is still standing (Chief decided to just use all his saved up vacation at once when Dave awakens and get absolutely shitfaced at the other end of the world).

His favourte hair and nail colour is purple! It started out with him just liking the colour but then he realized that Chief always gets this weird look when he's purply, so he's extra fond of it because, hey another way to mess with the boss! (He's such an asshole, I love him so much). (Little does he know that Chief is actually a super possessive bastard and Housekeeping is his territory, so when he sees Dave in purple he mostly thinks Mine!)

You bet Luss and Dave have regular spar days were they exchange gossip, do their nails and complain about their respective bosses (affectionately of course). Who do you think dyes Dave's hair all the time?? (One of the main reasons why Dave is looking forward to awakening his flames is so he can just Mist his hair into whatever colour he likes, he loves Luss doing his hair but he hates it when his roots show)

And yeees!! Crossover all the way! Dave always looks for partners in crime, they would have a blast together (RIP for Chief's blood pressure though 😂)

I'm probably also not making any sense but that's fine! We can be nonsensical together!!

Also, did I just write a two page outline about an actual plot containing story with my OCs before I've read your post? Possibly~

Character profile

Dave

Name: Dave

Job: Chief’s Personal Assistant

Titles: Gremlin, Menace, Pain in the Ass (all awarded by the Chief)

Age: 21

Flame type: Mist (latent)

Bloodtype: A

Birthday: 07.02

Nationality: Italian

Likes: glitter, cats, the Chief, sunsets (he’s fond of the colours)

Dislikes: boredom, rainy weather, stuffy old people, waking up early

Favourite food: triple tier chocolate caramel cake (he loves the look of horror people give him when he eats nearly half the cake all by himself)

Hobbies: pranks, drawing, people watching, causing chaos (Dave and Reborn would have a blast together. Thankfully for Chief’s blood pressure they haven’t met. Yet.)

Future goals: being responsible for all of Chief’s grey hair, unlocking his Flames so he can cause even more mayhem

Appearance (I hope the description makes sense, because I still can’t draw ( ^.^’ ) )

Height: 182 cm (which he lords over Chief constantly)

Eye colour: Brown

Hair colour: currently teal (he dyes his hair more often than a sexist Mafia Don cheats on his wife)

Hair style: straight hair, styled in a really short bob with an undercut

Figure:

quite muscular, Dave’s a beefy boy (Lussuria once hit on Dave and asked if he wanted to join him in the ‘forbidden room’, but Chief gave the Sun such a look of tired disappointmentTM that he immediately apologized and never flirted with Dave again)

Special features:

8 piercings total (four on his right ear, two on his left ear + a barbell, tongue-piercing); his nails always match his hair colour (he uses special flame polish that some enterprising Mist from Mammon’s division cooked up); he often wears hair ties on his wrist because the Chief tends to misplace his, so Dave keeps some extra on hand in case his boss needs them (Chief actually suspects that Dave is stealing his hair ties, but he really just loses them and Dave keeps buying the exact same hair ties in bulk to mess with Chief even while he helps him out)

Clothes

On the clock:

All Housekeeping members need to wear their uniform while working, so the basics stay the same, but most veterans tend to customize their outfits.

Dave wears ties that match his hair colour when he’s in the housekeeping, but he takes them off when he needs to clean or interact with Varia members (it’s a safety hazard).

Off the clock:

His personal style is either: soft boi next door or punk delinquent that sprays cop cars in his spare time, there’s no in between.

I finished it! It was fun fleshing out Dave a bit more, I absolutely adore him and his relationship to Chief (I really want to write a snippet about them, but actual scences are so hard to write after mostly doing random character description stuff).

Again, if you have any questions about characters or worldbuilding or whatever, just drop me an ask.

[youandtom2]

i WANT peter to lose his temper with me.

Temper? Lost it, mate.

Themes: Rough smut (18+), Dom!Peter, bratty!reader, unprotected sex! and other kinky stuff, aftercare too :) also this is waaaaay longer and probs unedited towards the end cos it's 3:30AM

Don't You Dare

There are a number of reasons why somebody would lose their temper and for the average person, stress, depression, financial difficulties, family issues, and drugs and alcohol are just some of those reasons. Perhaps if you were prone to anger, something as simple as losing a game could even trigger an outburst. It's basic human function to want to liberate the anger that bubbles inside you and when it finally happens the tension unwinds. You recall the last time you lost your temper when some asshole unapologetically pushed your friend walking past her on the streets and she fell to the floor in a stumble. You berated him, shouting and screaming profanities at him with such raw emotion and it felt good to release that unrestrained character in an otherwise overly-polite society.

It was an instance when you realised that losing your temper provided others with a snapshot of someone's true character, see what they're capable of. And the same epiphany washed over you again the night Peter lost his temper with you.

Peter's outrage initially stemmed from losing fight after fight with an enemy he had been battling for months. He had truly met his match because every single encounter ended with Peter barely managing to escape and returning to you bloodied, bruised and boiling with an irrefutable rage that he couldn't simmer. It soured his mood being physically, mentally and emotionally belittled by this guy and you tried so hard to pick him back up again, giving him the shelter, the care, the support he needed before he faced him again but he valued none of it, too distracted by his plans for retribution to thank you. Every priority of yours was Peter. Every worry was Peter. Every fibre of your being existed for Peter. All this time, your thoughts were on Peter. But for him? His stayed rooted on that...guy. He was obsessed and if loving him wasn't going to shift that obsession, what could?

The more Peter devoted himself to defeating his enemy, the more you questioned the integrity of your selflessness because you were fed up, the whole routine was becoming tedious and tiresome. And okay, you weren't going to lie - maybe you were jealous. It was sick and wrong but you envied the villainous psychopath that was single-handedly stealing your boyfriend's attention away from you all the time. The same villain that turned you into the side-character in Peter's quest while he promoted himself to the main protagonist. So you figured that if you were to truly have Peter's attention for yourself, to have his whole mind, body and soul focussed on you, you needed to gain it. Gain it like that villain does.

So you made him lose his temper with you.

~~~~~

He's calling you again. It's late, it's dark and he's calling you for a pickmeup. There isn't a doubt in your mind that another one of his little standoffs with his obsession has gone wrong, and he needs you to save him, to be there for him like he expects you to be.

Not tonight, Peter.

You tell yourself he's fine and ignore the shrill ringing of your phone. You pan your attention back to the book you're reading, flipping through the pages without giving Peter a second thought.

The evening drifts in, time passing with rain battering against your window, the silhouettes of each little raindrop projected onto the page of your book by the orange lamp post outside. You turn the page, eyes expecting to see the words in front of you but the light dims and a bold shadow casts over your lap. Slowly, cautiously, your head peers towards your window to find Spider-Man, Peter, crouching upon the beams of your window sill. Without a word, he slithers in with a slight pant to his breath, perching himself onto your bed with his back leaning against the wall while you watch calmly. The raindrops drip from his curls to trace over the sharp angles of his cheeks, his jaw, the bob of his Adam's apple as he swallows thickly. Watching him triggers you to do the same knowing what's ahead.

When he finally speaks, his voice is hoarse and his cheeks have already started to flush angrily. "Where the fuck were you?"

To further vex him, you deliberately leave him waiting, firstly finishing the page you're on before calling out. "I was here."

"I called you."

"I ignored it." Peter presumed that you were going to come up with some sort of excuse, so when you blurt out the truth he tilts his head with those wide eyes boring into you. You, however, remain heavily occupied by your book.

"You ignored me," he clarifies. "When I was out there fighting, when I was trying to protect the city, when I was hurt...You. Ignored. Me?"

Your eyes barely budge from the page. "Yup." Pop the 'p'. Make him mad.

"Why?"

"Felt like it." The smile painted across your lips is sickly sweet and patronising that it has Peter twitching his brows in frustration. "Thought I would give you two a little more bonding time."

"Excuse me?"

"You know, you've spent so much time obsessing over him that I can't tell whether you're fighting him or fucking him." Eventually your head tilts up and your eyes meet his, his expression stuck in a stupor that's falling closer and closer to something a little more aggravated to your success. Peter brings himself up onto his knees in front of you, nevertheless you persist. "Or maybe it's both..."

Suddenly, an hysterical laugh cracks from his throat - only slightly wheezy - twisting his mask playfully in his hands and it catches you completely off-guard.

"Are you for real?"

Not a muscle moves out of place and not a word is muttered. You sit stone cold like a statue while he leans closer, spitting his words again like you didn't hear him the first time.

"Are you...fucking...for real?" A moment passes and when you deem him invariably vexed, you pan back to the book in front of you like Peter is a mere speck of dust floating in your bubble. Not a second later, it's violently ripped from your hands and thrown across the room and clatters against your bookcase. You don't even get to see what mess it makes because your jaw is snatched in his hand with a sharp squeak following behind it. "What is the matter with you? Huh? I get beat up to shit and you wanna be a brat?" Peter finds his answer in the way your eyes nervously flit to his lips noting how his jaw tenses. "You've got to be kidding me," he chuckles, chagrined.

Just when you think you're making progress, he releases his hold on your jaw and begins sauntering away from your bed in disbelief. "Nah, I'm not doing this."

In a moment of blind panic, you splutter something you'll know you'll regret later, but you're so close, so close to gaining what you've wanted for so long.

"Of course you're walking away. No wonder you get beat to shit, you're too weak." The words leave a bitter aftertaste in your mouth because you know you're never one to say something so cruel, so unprovoked, but you're desperate.

He stops. Turns. Pins you with his gaze and clicks his jaw. At first, he says nothing, letting the rain batting against your window fill the silence. Your heart is beating a million miles per hour and you're pretty sure he can hear that too.

"Weak?"

"Too weak." Aggravate. Irritate. Fuel the fire. Belittle him like his enemy does.

"And you think mocking me isn't going to get you hurt?"

Fuck.

"Because believe me," he says slowly, creeping closer until he has the pinch of your chin between his fingers. "I'm about to snap. And it'll to be you that'll be too weak to take it."

A breath, a gulp, and then..."Prove it."

When you told yourself you wanted Peter to lose his temper with you, you expected him to yell at you just like what you did with that guy on the street, hell, even throw things or have an emotional breakdown, as long as it was something that means you have his full, undivided attention. Then, once the yelling match had started, you would argue and prove your point to him that this would be the first time in months that he's focused on anything other than himself or his enemy, that you're fed up of unrequited love, pleading your case in the hopes that he would surrender and realise he's in the wrong.

That's not what happens at all.

Peter shows no hesitation when he pushes you hard against the bed with his hand coiling around the column of your neck and squeezing tightly. With no where else to look but up at him, his whole body quivers uncontrollably and you're not quite sure whether it's shivers from the rain or the full extent of his rage, regardless, it makes him look all the more threatening. He doesn't yell, in fact he doesn't say a word and the only breakdown you see is the barrier that holds back his anger, now free and untamed.

He holds you there long enough to have you spluttering underneath him, where your body begins to squirm at the weight of his pelvis mounting down onto yours.

"Is this how desperate you are, that you would go to the lengths of being a fucking brat to get what you want?"

"Well it works for him, doesn't it?"

"Don't you dare," he growls, his hand anchoring down a little heavier. "Why would you-" Peter stops himself and you watch the realisation gloss over his eyes. He lets loose just a stutter of a laugh, shaking his head and by the way he looks at you so disapprovingly, you know he's figured you out. "Oh, I get it." You feel his knees lock themselves tightly against the side of his hips and his head dips lower and lower until his lips brush the tips of yours. "This is all a cry for help, right?"

"You abandon me, Peter, all for that fucking asshole that does nothing but piss you off and beat you up. I'm the one looking out for you--"

"So your solution is to piss me off, annoy me like he does and expect me to retaliate and satisfy your needs. That was your plan?"

You slowly blink up at him, nodding your head with what room Peter allows you.

"Well it's a stupid fucking plan because you've got it all wrong. If you wanted my attention, all you had to do was ask for it."

You lick your lips, hesitant to fall bait to his trap. "Please-" you whisper.

"Nuh-uh. You're too late, sweetheart. I'm already furious with you. If that's what you wanted, that's what you get." His words bite at your skin with each syllable stabbing deeper and deeper into your apprehension. You don't get the chance to get your breath back when he yanks at your hands, holding them higher above you to attach them to your headboard, bound together with a single thwip! of his web shooters. Peter remains straddling your lap while he rips open your pyjama t-shirt in one swift movement and with a yelp from your throat, you flush at the sudden vulnerability.

Those fiery eyes roam your body, scheming and planning every precise movement that would inflict the harshest punishment your bratty nature deserves. Weak. The word runs circles around his head, taunting him in a choir of voices, ones that have previously spat the word to him...including yours. There isn't much he could do about the other voices, but he has you right there beneath him. He could deal with you right here, right now. He could snuff out that voice easily.

Peter pinches the buds of your nipples between his fingers, rolling them and plucking at them until he hears your groans grow louder. The pain is delicious, so overly stimulating that it's only beginning to make up for the absence of Peter's affection over the last few months. But you're needing more...

A sharp gasp floods your lungs the moment Peter takes your tits into his mouth, sucking and biting anywhere he can sink his teeth into. Peter keeps his eyes firmly on you while he salaciously swirls his tongue around the bud, nipping it with his teeth when you find yourself sinking too comfortably into the feeling. It's only when he pulls away do you see yourself being littered with patches of blue and purple, and scarred with teeth marks.

"Weak." He spits. "I'll show you what happens when you call me weak." His mouth travels further and further down your body and settles comfortably into a pattern of kissing, biting and licking your skin, that is until he meets the rim of your pyjama shorts, the only layer of clothing left to protect your modesty. As he pulls them down your legs, he deliberately pulls your body as far as your bounds would allow, stretching out the muscles in your arms until they're seizing with tension.

"Ah!"

"What's wrong? Too weak to take it?" You writhe and meekly moan as an alternative to the truth.

There's only a second of relief; the grip of Peter's hands loosens and leaves a trace of goosebumps as they feather up to the curve of your waist until, once again, his hold tightens, pulling and stretching. Your muscles start to burn.

"You feel that?" he asks, voice dark and weighty with malice. "You feel that stretch?" He gives a quick tug and you immediately respond.

"Yes!"

"That's nothing compared to how it's going to feel when I stretch you out with my cock, when I fuck that bratty attitude out of you. I was already pissed off when I came here, but now you've just tipped me over the edge." Nonsensical sounds dribble from your mouth in a concoction of pain and pleasure, giddy with the gift of Peter's undivided attention and an insight to his darker character. The tatty, torn suit falls from him revealing a body adorned with small, leaking cuts made to look miniscule by the sheer size of his muscles. When he resumes his position in between your legs, you can't stop the wanton mewl that spills from your lips. Peter smiles wickedly at the sound.

Suddenly, his fingers feather up and down the length of your slit and you instantly shiver. You indulge in it so much that you forget what Peter demands of you, but there's nothing like a harsh slap to your cunt to serve as a reminder.

"Tell me how much you want it."

"So badly-fuck! I want you, I need you - oh - " his fingers begin circling your clit, "Peter, please."

He speeds up, he's almost vigorous. "Do you have any idea how much I want to say no to you right now for being a fucking brat. Look at me--" He springs forward and catches the line of your jaw in his hand, still tormenting your bud with the other. "But I guess you're right: it's been far too long and I need to get rid of this frustration one way or another."

Peter diverts his eyes to your aching bud, watching his own movements as he swipes his fingers back and forth over and over again in a brutal attempt to make you cum. But he gets too impatient, too clumsy that you can't quite catch the wave of release building inside you and he's very capable of sensing that. He lets loose a raging grunt from his throat and finally snaps.

"Fuck this!" Your heart skips a beat, stomach twisting the moment his hot mouth latches onto your pussy, subjected to the delicious lashings of his tongue, eager to taste every part of you.

You've never seen Peter so out of control before; so unreserved that you determine he's been bottling this anger up for far too long and suddenly every reason to lose his temper has made itself apparent to him. He's finally feeling that sweet relief of tension now he's given it free rein. You're still yet to decide, though, whether that has placed you in an fortunate position or not...

Recklessly, Peter lifts your hips higher into the air and dives deeper into your core, caressing the sensitive nerves with generosity and it winds you up perfectly. You can feel the squeeze in your stomach getting ready to snap.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, Peter. Oh my god, please, I'm gonna cum. Ah!" A piercing scream leaps from your throat as Peter lands a harsh slap to the back of your thighs and proceeds to suckle harder, scaring you into submission like scaring a horse to run faster. It becomes too insatiable and with Peter eating you out like you are the elixir of life, you come undone in a matter of seconds with a burst of euphoria. A tsunami of heat consumes your entire body and it burns more ferociously everytime any one of your muscles tenses.

Satisfied, Peter departs with a tantalising kiss to your clit, dragging it out with his teeth before it releases with a pop. Once again, he brings down a forceful slap onto your other thigh, paired with the demand to turn and get onto your knees...which you do almost immediately. Your arms are slightly contorted but it doesn't matter when Peter hooks onto the crooks of your hips and yanks back, suddenly forcing your face deep into the sheets and your ass to clash with his now bare hips.

He teases a little, just ever so slowly pushing the head of his cock through the remnants of your slick that drips from your core, right up until it nudges your pulsing clit. His cock twitches at the slight hiccup and with what he wants to do to you, he knows it's only going to be the first of many.

"I'm gonna give you one chance to apologise for what you've done, sweetheart." The nickname's patronising, mocking.

Your survival instincts instantly tell you you should. But of course, you listen to the devil sitting proudly on your shoulder because that's who's been supplying your addiction to Peter's undivided attention, but it doesn't feel enough to be high on him, you need to be drunk on him too. And so, with such conviction that will be the death of you, you deliberately add fuel to the fire.

"Not a chance. I'm not as weak as you are."

"You little fuck."

With full, merciless force, he plunges into you. "Oh my God!" Your cries comes out cracked and broken much to Peter's delight.

Like a tyrant, he allows you no time to adjust and you swear you feel something snap inside you, the pain metastasising as quickly as it did the first time Peter fucked you, but it's over in seconds and you quickly find pleasure in his virile thrusts. The sound of his hips firing into yours is broken up with the even harsher sound of his hand cracking across your ass. No soothing relief after - just slap after slap until Peter eyes the cherry-red hand print visible on your skin. A soft whimper fills his ears.

"You provoke me, you deal with the consequences. God, fuck! I'm so fucking angry with you."

Your bed creaks loudly underneath you, threatening to fall apart if Peter doesn't relent, and with his frustration only fuelling his lust, it hardly seems likely he will.

"So fucking tight." He's in and out, in and out, taking the time to fully pull from you only to slam back in with the intention of stretching you further and wider. Peter's driven by the idea that the harder he fucks you, the more pleasure he'll feel when he reaches the parts of you he hasn't before, and just when he's within reach of the tip of your cervix, he pauses with a breath caught in his lungs. Fully submerged, he stops to grind your hips against his hilt to feel the tight grip of your cunt around him and you both release a wail that resonates in each other's ears. You clench harder and Peter buckles, your back taking the brunt of his weight where his chin hooks over your shoulder.

He doesn't know what motivates him to lick the outer shell of your ear, but he does it anyway, leaving behind words of a warning.

"I'm not done with you yet," he grunts, his words still laced with anger. His hands feel the outline of your body, curving round to grope the fullness of your tits. Until he's certain that he's left little fingertip-sized bruises, he uses that same powerful force to break the binding of your restraints with a yank of your arms. Strained and cramped, they immediately fall to your sides but that doesn't appease Peter too much - his hands need to be full, he needs you to feel the grip that you have on him as he remains deep inside you.

Now pulled behind your back with just the ease of one hand, it gives the other the chance to slither round your hips, sinking lower and lower until it feels the familiar shape of your cunt as it beckons to be touched. With not much use to you, your arms are now in Peter's possession as it gives him just that extra leverage to pull you into him just as assertively as he drills into you. In fact, the whole routine repeats again and Peter doesn't so much as miss a single beat, pounding into you just like before and he doesn't break a sweat doing it. You, on the other hand, attest to the burning desire riddling your mind that you're struggling to hold on.

"Come on, I wanna feel you. I know you want to cum all over me. I can feel it. God, you're so fucking wet." You can't deny him. The fragile drops coating your inner thighs and his fingers screams words that your mouth can't: you want to cum so bad. "Fuck," he groans again. "Squeeze me like that again and I swear to God it'll be the end of you."

"P-please, fill me up, Peter. Please!"

In a craze, Peter reaches for the nape of your neck, pulling you against him so quickly your head swims. He roams the entirety of your neck, licking and sucking patches of your skin before he finds your lips and greedily takes them into his possession. You moan into him, relishing your bittersweet aftertaste on his tongue as it violently invades the kiss.

How he still manages to rut into you with such animosity you don't know.

"You want me to fill you up?" Your only response is a drunk hum, sinking once again into his kiss that breaks just seconds later and curiosity brings your eyes to his. On the surface, they're dark, cavernous, but if you dig deeper, you start to unveil the ochre that the Peter you know most wears so well. It's only then do you realise he's being sincere and that he's searching for reassurance.

"Yes."

The corner of his lips flicker into a devilish smirk and you only catch a glimpse of it before Peter sends you hurtling forwards again. This time, you have the privilege of your arms to brace yourself against the fall.

With one hand still maintaining that constant attention to your clit, the other clutches the flesh of your ass. In that instance where you subtly push into him, something overtakes Peter and, no matter how impossible it seems, he becomes completely unstoppable. Panting, he pushes all of his weight into you and it stops any breath from leaving your lungs, your brain switching into panic mode with each unapologetic thrust.

"Thaaaat's it. Take it like a good girl--" your walls clench, a telltale sign for Peter. "You like that? Being my good girl?" He leans over and catches your gaze from over your shoulder. "You're going to keep being my good girl from now on. No more of this fucking bratty attitude, got it? I'm gonna make sure she doesn't ever fuck with me again."

With one, final, demanding thrust, Peter releases inside you and your whole body quivers as he inevitably stills. You feel like you've suddenly imploded, unfamiliar to the indescribable warmth that consumes you as it marries together with the pleasure you feel at your very core. For the first few milliseconds, your body surrenders to a certain numbness before it crystallises into something overpowering; the lightning before the thunder.

It completely distracts you from Peter only until the tight drag of his cock leaving you brings you back. Swiftly, he sinks lower, eyeing the delicious sight of his cum leaking for your cunt with a wicked grin gracing his lips. With just the simplicity of two fingers, he doesn't allow for any to go to waste and forces whatever escapes back into your clenching hole.

Content, curious eyes raise just inches higher, his fingers following soon after to circle the tightly pursed hole that he had mistakenly neglected this whole time.

"Peter, I can't--"

A dark chuckle leaves his lips, and how thankful you are that he listens to your pleas and decides to sidle closely behind you with a kiss to your cheek. Warmth against warmth, his arms hook tightly around your waist where his hand tenderly strokes over your stomach.

A blissful aftermath to a whirlwind of events.

It's you who eventually breaks the silence, that is, when you eventually get your breath back...

"You're...you're not still angry with me, are you? I didn't really mean any of those things I said to you--"

"No," he confirms, voice adamant. "But I was slightly annoyed with you."

"I know, I'm sorry. I could never think you're weak--"

"It's not about that," he interjects. You can feel him shuffle behind you, perching himself up onto his elbow. The hand hooked around your waist tugs a little, wanting for you to turn around so it can settle itself carefully against your burning cheek. There's a look of disappointment evident in his eyes, obvious enough even in the midst of admiration as he flicks between the different features on your face.

"I don't want you to think that you can't openly tell me what's bothering you. I know I've been distracted and distant, but if it really bothers you that much, tell me."

You take a deep sigh, pondering over your next words because when you truly think about what all of this was about, you start to feel...guilty. Selfish. Peter's just doing what he does to protect the city, like what he's always done and here you are acting the petty girlfriend because she isn't getting any attention. If anything, it's attention you don't particularly deserve given that you ignored him in a time of need, insulted his character and provoked him in a way you knew would drive him over the edge.

"I...I shouldn't really. It doesn't feel right telling you what trivial shit is bothering me when you've got a whole city to save. It doesn't seem fair, y'know?"

Peter's face tells of his dismay at your words. He wants to wait until you look at him directly before he contends your reasoning, but with regret diverting them elsewhere, Peter resorts to force. Smoothly, he positions himself inches above you, his arms locking you in place at either side of your head and demands for your attention.

"When I made you my girlfriend, I also made that promise to be your boyfriend. Spider-Man is just half of who I am, but your boyfriend is everything I am, so no matter how unfair you think it is for you to feel the slightest bit of unhappiness, know that it's my job to fix that, not Spider-Man's." He leans down to softly brush the tip of his nose against yours. "Okay?"

"Okay," you whisper.

"So promise me you'll tell me when something's bothering you, no matter what it is."

Peter's stomach drops at the smirk on your lips. "I don't know, I quite liked seeing you lose your temper--"

"Don't you dare, you little brat. Now promise me."

A large inhale fills your lungs and releases moments later, resolution clear in your words. "I promise."

"Good." With a smile on his lips, they encase yours; soft, warm, gentle, an apology but also in forgiveness, all of which is reciprocated in the way you kiss him back harder.

[nitw]

did you guys know that i really, REALLY love both of the pilot episodes for mp100 seasons 1 and 2 because theyre fucking perfect. i'm gonna talk about them. shut up

S1E1:

literally the first thing you see is a distorted mob fighting evil spirits in a wasteland while his bgm plays. no dialogue, no context, no explanations; just batshit visuals and music to make sure you're awake for what's to come

introduces reigen in the funniest ways possible and immediately gets you familiar with his Vibe, yet leaves you with even more questions like "is this the main character? am i supposed to root for this asshole????"

whoops here comes a little boy! whoops he's extremely powerful! and doesn't that music sound familiar??

"THIS IS SHIGEO KAGEYAMA, ALSO KNOWN AS MOB- ... THE PROTAGONIST OF THIS STORY" incredible.

in contrast to All That we then see mob and reigen's ridiculous dynamic, followed by mob's daily life at school. whatever expectations you had about either of these characters 9 minutes ago were wrong (OR WERE THEY????)

now that you know the duo and their main characteristics a little better it's time to really watch them in action. the haunted tunnel does such a good job of showing what mob and reigen actually do at work, how they play off on each other's quirks, setting the tone for the overall supernatural plot, and of course the animation is just gorgeous too

ESTABLISHES THAT REIGEN ACTUALLY DOES LOOK OUT FOR MOB, AND WORRIES FOR HIS SAFETY, EVEN WHEN HE (REALISTICALLY) DOESN'T NEED TO. i can't stress how important this is to show from the beginning, i've seen so many people gloss over that detail and continue to act like he doesn't care about him?? wtf

ALSO ESTABLISHES MOB'S UNCONDITIONAL KINDNESS AND FORGIVENESS. very good

that final scene of mob just.. staring at a group of teens hanging out and talking together while he waits for reigen at the station, who then takes him out for ramen. it adds even more to the genuinity of their friendship, but also hints at mob's struggle to connect with others and figure out what to do in his spare time. all of that, that single episode is just like, the whole show. this is all you need to know

S2E1:

same old reigen with his same old schemes, but it's a nice detail that he didn't wamt to take money from the poor farmer guy and instead asked for a cut of his harvest (who said he doesn't even do fieldwork for a living anyway). reigen's refusal to accept unfair payment comes up a lot in this show and i think that's neat

same(?) old(?) mob goes "shishou for the love of god i have a life outside of this job yknow"

when the wriggle spirit captures reigen first and threatens to kill him if mob persists, mob actually lets his guard down. 1) he learned from last time 2) possibly foreshadowing how mob will be the one to save reigen in more ways than one this season

mob realizes that the spirit isn't directly possessing the plants, but rather sending out a signal that forces them to obey it, which is technically still a form of "control". COUGH minegishi COUGH COUGH toichiro

also mob basically learns plant magic! ~this action will have consequences~

🅱️ROCCOLI

lots of arcs that started in s1 are immediately continued! ichi and the psycho helmet cult, shinji stepping down from the student council, ritsu supporting his brother, etc. and just seeing how many friends mob has now that want him to succeed is amazing

the fact that mob even agrees to ichi's plan about the election and takes it so seriously is proof of how much more determined/confident he's become

mob gets asked out for the first time in his life, and even though it turns out he rejected emi, he's so cool about everything and still wants to hang out and get to know her - early s1 mob probably couldn't have handled it this well

"do you even have feelings, or your own opinions?" "i decided to consider my feelings more" THOSE ARE THE MAGIC WORDS FOR SEASON 2'S OVERALL THEMES AND PLOT BABEY!!!!

the floating paper scene. i don't even need to say anything just take it in

OHO? TSUBOMI? SCHEMING? LURKING? could this be the beginning of the rumored "character depth" i've heard so much about???

n e way. season 3 soon. explodes

[dabilove27]

How Far We've Come

Paring: Dabi x Fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+ only)

Warnings: Angst, Character Death, Smut (female-receiving oral), A Cocky Dabi, Cussing, A lot of Pet Names

Word Count: 7.8K

A/N: This is my contribution to the Smut Pile Apocalypse Collab! If you have the time check out some of the other amazing pieces! Everyone has worked so hard to make some beautiful fics!

Thank you so much to my wife @lady-lunaaa for reading, encouraging, brainstorming, and helping me the whole way from start to finish. I have said it before but I will say it again. You are absolutely amazing and this fic wouldn't exist without you! 💜 Also thank you @/deathcab4daddy (not sure if you want to be tagged) for taking the time to read through and for your advice!

You've seen all those movies, the decaying zombie hoards, the massive explosions that wipe out nations, or an unexpected illness that mysteriously kills off the population. But you had never really expected for any of those apocalyptic things to become true in your own world.  They were just fiction, never something that could actually occur. Yet here you are faced with the reality of a hoard of rotting zombies. Like you have been thrown into one of the many movies or TV shows yourself.

People aren't even sure how it happened, especially in a world full of quirks where this should be somewhat controlled, right? Wrong, whatever caused this zombie apocalypse also seemed to nullify quirks over time. There was so much speculation whether it came into the water supply or passed through the air. But none of that really seems to matter anymore when you are fighting for your life every day.

And as the mass of decaying, walking corpses steps closer and closer to you, it seems like your end is near too. The smell of organs exposed to the air and sun stink up the room.  You can see the blank, milky white eyes of the undead that somehow can still find you even though they can't really see.  You've had a partner, at least—the man who has stood with you during this entire shit show.

He stands close to you, a single rusted knife covered in stagnant blood, not nearly enough even combined with whatever you could find for fighting off the seemingly endless mindless bodies coming your way. He's covered in burn scars and rusted staples that pull at his healthy skin. People used to jab at him for looking like the walking dead before all this went down.  His firepower from before would have solved this problem in an instant. This rotting mob wouldn't have stood a chance.

But instead, it looks like it's the conclusion for the two of you. Memories flash through your mind. A memory of escaping the daily struggle of your mundane life by sharing take-out on your old couch.  Or how his kisses always felt like burning flames against your lips.  Your regular life consisted of trying to numb the pain of the past with alcohol or working endless hours.  Even though you didn’t have a traditional relationship where you could go on public dates, being in a relationship with a well-known villain was worlds better than this. But if you were going to die, at least it was together. Solidarity in times like this seems to help the never-ending dread that the Reaper looming around every corner ready to take you.  Every moment in this new hell had you wished you had more time to develop your romance with him instead of the tragedy that was about to befall you. You wished you had more time with this romance and that it wouldn't end in tragedy. It's hard to believe that there was ever a time when you couldn't stand this man, but even now, that's a fond memory for you.  You would give anything to return to that old bar where the two of you met and relive all of these memories.

It really isn't a surprise that you met Dabi in a dark, run-down bar near Kamino.  No, not the "bar" run by Kurogiri; everyone who lived in this area knew that it was just a setup. This bar is a tiny little hole in the wall with paint chipping off the walls and where the seats were hardly held together anymore, but that didn't really matter to people who lived in this area. You didn't come to this bar for a luxury experience.

The main reason people came to this bar was its location.  It sat deep in a seedy area which meant no police patrolling nearby so you wouldn’t need to look over your shoulder constantly.  Plus, the cheap liquor was enticing enough.

Every Friday night, you were perched on one of the worn-out bar stools as you nursed your gin and tonic.  This was your place to unwind after another hellish week of your mundane job.  It was still early enough in the evening that the bar wasn't thoroughly packed with bodies trying to get their drink.  The music was still soft,  later it would blare whatever song was currently sitting at the top of the Billboard charts. You were able to turn your brain off and listen to other patrons' mindless chatter in the background.  You could just sip your drink, maybe take a shot or two if you felt like, and then head home to pass out.

You relished this little getaway, an oasis in the slums that made up your small world.  The bartender and regular patrons didn't bother you, so you could have your own peace.  But your Eden got interrupted by a cocky, fire-wielding asshole who had set his sights on you.

You didn't stir when said asshole plopped himself down in the barstool next to you with a thump.  It wasn't until the jerk actually spoke to you that you were brought out of your mindless daydreaming.

"Hey, pretty girl, what are you doing in a place like this?"  He said with a smooth tone.  You didn't even have to look at him to know he had an arrogant smirk plastered on his face.

Who the fuck does this asshole think he is? The irritated thought instantly pops into your head.  Anyone who frequented this bar knew you were from around here.  You weren't some soft, delicate flower that wasn't supposed to be "on this side of town."  Preparing yourself by putting on your best "I'm not interested face," you maneuvered your body to face him, ready to tell him off.

Your words caught in your throat as your eyes met his two endless pools of cerulean.  Your gaze shifted to take in the burnt skin clinging onto the shining staples that were rooted in his healthy skin. A familiar black coat spread across his frame that was even more recognizable than those eyes, and the patronizing smile that you wanted to slap off his face. As much as you wanted to throw up your middle finger at him and tell him off, you knew who this was. Hell, everyone knew who this was.

The League of Villains didn't necessarily keep quiet around here. They didn't have to. This is the area where they recruited people to join them. You didn't just flick off and ignore a LOV member. Especially the infamous Dabi, who wasn't really known for his kindness or compassion. More for his ability to burn anyone who defied The League to a crumbling crisp.

But still, who did this asshole think he is? Waltzing in here like he owned it and saddling down into your escape from the world only to tell you that you don't look like you should be here?  Fuck that nonsense, League member or not.

You swallow down a bit of the initial anger as your eyes narrow into a glare at the cocky asshole.  "Thanks but no thanks, I'm not interested in being involved with the League. So if you don't mind going somewhere else to scout, that would be great." You try to say without a tremble in your voice as you wave your hand in a "shoo" motion.

You aren't sure what you expect Dabi to do next., burn down the whole bar you included? Tell you that you have no choice but to join, and you're coming with him? Rip you out of your seat and reprimand you for disrespecting The League? But instead, none of those things happen.  Instead, he does something you don't expect, and his grin grows a little wider as the staples begin to pull more at his healthy flesh.

You can feel your anxiety rising. Get out, get out, get out, this asshole will kill you, leave NOW, your mind is practically sending off every warning signal it can.

Your chest tightens when Dabi lets out a low chuckle. "Oh no, sweetheart, you've got it all wrong."  He says with a dark tone. "I'm not recruiting you for work. My interest in you is personal."  Dabi points at you and then at himself and finishes with an infuriating smirk that seems to be mocking you.  He's moved his hand and placed it on your forearm that was resting on the smooth bar top.

A shiver runs through you as the mismatched textures of his skin and the cool metal of the staples.  You feel your anger bubbling up again.  How dare this jerk think that you will just fall for him like a desperate fangirl.  You are livid at this point, frustration coursing through your veins, fuck the niceties and preservation. He needed to be put in his place.

"I know you think you are some big shot because The League is doing so well right now but fuck off asshole.  I'm not a League groupie that will just kneel down and suck your dick just because you want it." You spit out at him while shrugging off his hand and moving your body to face the way you were initially sitting. Grasping your drink and lifting it to your lips, you try and down what was left so you could leave immediately, any extra moment around Dabi was a moment you didn't want to have.

You were sure Dabi would have given up or at least killed you by now. You can't imagine that he is used to being rejected by women.  He's handsome in a way that doesn't fit with the norm.  He fills in that bad boy check-list like it's his job, which it practically is given his profession.  Again though, Dabi surprises you with his response. He doesn't yell, he doesn't use his quirk, and he doesn't kill you. He lets out another dark chuckle like he's enjoying this and continues the conversation you had tried to cut off.

"I didn't say anything about sucking dick, but if you're offering, who am I to turn down a gift?"  That smooth tone is back as he moves his hand to your hair and runs it through his fingers.

Bewilderment overcomes you, and you can't even stop yourself before you are turned towards him again, glass in your hand, ready to throw what's left of your drink on him.

As if he anticipated the response, Dabi moves quickly and grabs your wrist in a tight grip.  "Now, why would you want to waste what you have left, doll? That's not a very smart choice." His grip tightens a little more around your wrist, and you can feel the staples begin to dig into your skin as he lets out a deep chuckle. He moves your hand back down to the bar but doesn't let go even after your glass has left your hand.  "There we go, good girl.  Now let's talk just a bit." He says sweetly, loosening his grip just a bit, but not enough for you to move your hand.

If looks could kill, Dabi would have died a cruel death by now. You are seething at this point.  But instead, you're stuck there as he continues to do whatever it is that he’s trying to accomplish.  "What were you drinking?  I'll buy you another one and then leave, okay doll?"  He says playfully and with a cunning grin on his face as you mumble out your drink order.  You just want him to leave, and you really hope he plans on keeping his word.

Dabi motions for the bartender's attention, gives your drink order and plops a few bills on the bartop. He still hasn't let go of your wrist, and each and every moment he is even touching you, you can feel your annoyance continuing to build.  You want to ask him if he's done yet and will kindly get the fuck out, but you have a sneaking suspicion that he likes the cat and mouse game, which would just lengthen the amount of time he sticks around.

The bartender finally delivers your drink, and it takes everything in you not to rip your wrist out of his grasp and grab the new glass to pour over Dabi's head.  "Okay, one last question, and then I'll leave."  He drawls out as you put all your focus into the condensation forming on your glass.  You stay silent, waiting for his stupid question so you can move on and never see him again.  Dabi continues with that condesending tone that is starting to cause your head to ache, "How often do you come here? I'd love to see you again."

Your heartbeat picks up, and little shots of adrenaline start to flow through you as you contemplate how to respond. Of course, you don't want this asshole to know when you come here. This is your escape from the world. You never want to even see Dabi again,  but something from this interaction tells you Dabi isn't going to give up easily. So you tell him your regular time that you show up at the bar every Friday.

Dabi squeezes your wrist a little bit before letting out another "Good girl, sounds like a date.  I'll see you then." You never want him to know how those few words send a shiver down your spine. He saunters out of the bar without having a single drink himself. Patrons stare dumbfounded between you and the doorway that Dabi just exited, trying to comprehend what just happened.

You let out an exasperated sigh before leaning your head down into your folded arms.  The bar top isn't necessarily the cleanest of places to lay your head, but it’s pounding and racing with thoughts, and you can't really bring yourself to care right now.  You try to formulate a plan so you won't ever see him. You'll just move your regular day to Saturday instead of Fridays.  But then that stubborn anger flares inside of you again, and you sit up straight, glancing at your newly unwanted drink as the ice slowly melts, lifting the remaining liquid in the cup.  No, I'm not going to let that asshole ruin my spot for me.  He can come around here every Friday, but I'll turn that jerk down a million times. You think a little smugly to yourself.  We will see how the big bad Dabi feels being turned down over and over.  Maybe that will sting his ego.

And so you and Dabi play this game of cat and mouse. He comes every Friday when you are there without fail, buying you a drink, chatting to you with sentences filled with pet names, and planning another "date" each time.  And every time you tell him you aren't interested or to go away, or really anything to try and get that stupid fucking smirk off his face.  But it always remains cemented there as he watches you get fired up.  And what you don't realize is the two of you are getting to know each other.  Dabi adds in little questions, "what's your favorite food, least favorite, what do you do for work?"  And the questions go on and on.  You don't realize your walls coming down as the two of you find similarities in each other.  And if there is one thing anyone who sees these frequent interactions between the two of you can say, it is that Dabi is determined.

You are so used to Dabi's Friday visits that they don't bring headaches anymore, and you realize something more has developed when he doesn't show up one week.  A mixture of feelings rests in you, anxiety, confusion, anger.  You wonder if he's okay, or has he finally given up.  And then anger if he has.  You don't want to admit it, but you miss his company, and you don't even have a number to reach out to him.  You feel a sense of loss in your chest.  How could he just give up?  He's been trying for months!  You think as tears begin to sting for a moment in your eyes.

You leave the bar that night not feeling uplifted or relaxed but sad and angry.  And you aren't necessarily looking forward to returning the week after, but you do come back to your regular spot and hope Dabi will show.  Your heart almost stops in your chest when you see him walk through the entrance of the bar, and before you can contain the words, they tumble out in a frantic sound, "where were you last week?"  You are standing in front of him now, looking up at that little grin he always has on his face whenever you get annoyed with him.  You cross your arms over your chest and exclaim, "Well? I'm waiting."

"Aw, did you miss me, baby girl?"  His poker face never falls, but his grin grows a tiny bit wider as he stares into your fiery eyes.  And without warning, he wraps one of his long arms around you, pulling you into a tight side hug.

A small eep escapes you at the movement, and you move to push him off.  "What the hell are you doing? Answer my question, you jerk!" You practically yell as you push away from him.  He doesn't let go and just pulls you tighter to him, and you find yourself not struggling anymore as you take in the weathered texture of his coat pressed against your arm and the smell of cigarettes on him.  You feel your walls starting to fall entirely, "I was really concerned about you." You let out in a whisper, not really wanting to admit it to him, but you weren't sure how you would feel if something like this happened again.

"Aw, babe, you did miss me."  The delight in his voice makes you shiver a little.  He gestures you over to your regular spot at the bar, and the two of you sit down in the weathered chairs.  He puts a calloused finger under your chin to bring your gaze to his.  You stare into his cerulean depths that you used to hate and find yourself softening a bit.  "I had to do something for The League, but I don't have your number, love.  So I couldn't call and let you know I wouldn't make our date."  His face relaxes a bit as he watches your frown turn into a bit of pout.

"Okay, well fine, I'll give you my number.  But don't just text me randomly, okay?"  You huff as you lay your palm flat and motion for his phone.  Dabi chuckles and shakes his head before handing you the phone without another word.  Lifting the phone, you type your number into the cracked screen and hand it back to him.  "Okay, now text me, so I have yours. " You say, moving to grab your phone to wait for his upcoming text.

"Hmmm, I don't think so, doll,"  Dabi says, taking in your furrowed brow and then relishing in the way you roll your eyes at his taunting.

"Fine, whatever, Dabi.  Just text me next time you can't make it."  You say sourly while searching for the bartender to order your drink.  You don't want Dabi to see the slight sting of hurt in your eyes because he won't give you his.  The rest of the night goes as expected, drinking and talking, and you find yourself laughing more, not realizing how much you truly enjoyed this time with him.

The two of you depart with another hug, this one much shorter than the first, but you find yourself leaning into the warmth that radiates from him instead of wanting to push him off.  As you begin walking down the street home, you feel a buzz in your pocket.  Pulling out your phone, you unlock it to the message from an unknown number.

Unknown Number: Hey babe, see you same time next week - D

A small smile comes to your face as you type a response back.

The following year you grow in your relationship with Dabi.  There are never really any titles between the two of you.  Just that the two of you are together.  You never meet The League. Dabi is insistent you aren't involved with them in case things go awry.  But you spend a lot of time together when work or villain work doesn't take up the time.

Your relationship together comes to a head at the very start of the apocalypse.  The two of you sit snuggled together on your worn-out couch watching the news as a young reporter stands in front of a local research building in town and goes through the facts of citizens becoming "mindless and violent in a matter of hours."  And how they have people under lockdown who are experiencing symptoms of this "mysterious illness."

A slight shiver goes through you as the reporter goes on.  "That's really scary. No one knows what's causing it,"  you reflect aloud while you lean in closer into Dabi's outstretched arm that is resting around your shoulders.

"Aw, babe, don't be scared.  Those mindless fools wouldn't stand a chance if they tried to lay a hand on you while I'm there,"  Dabi says with a glint of amusement in his voice.  He always sounds so condescending, but you know it's the truth.  Remembering a time at the bar when a guy wouldn't take no for an answer-not that Dabi really followed that either- but Dabi didn't hesitate to let the guy know you were already taken.  He flirts and likes to jab a lot, but there’s a complete shift in the atmosphere when he's serious.

"Ugh, Dabi, you know I don't mean them attacking us. It's whatever is causing it that worries me. What happens if one of us gets it?  There's no cure right now,"  You say and worry your lower lip between your teeth.

Dabi picks up on your anxious state, and his cocky facade fades.  He pulls you on his lap so that you are fully facing him with legs pressed on either side of his.  Dabi holds one large hand on your waist, and the other he presses to your cheek.  Leaning your cheek further into his hand, Dabi moves his thumb to trace over the slight marks in your lip where your teeth were just placed.  "Hey, listen to me, nothing is going to happen, okay?  I won't let any of these maniacs hurt you, and we won't catch whatever they have,"  Dabi says tenderly as he gives you a small smile.

It's nice to see him like this- when his mask of superiority disappears, and he's focused on encouraging you.  It doesn't happen often because you like to keep walls.  Comfort from Dabi doesn’t need to happen often but you can’t say you don’t like it when he does.  You enjoy these softer moments with him that only you get to see.

You pull Dabi into a light kiss.  The gentle pressure of his mismatched lips fit seamlessly against yours.  You pull away after a moment to look into his deep blue eyes that now captivate you.  Dabi has that coy smile still on his face, and as his eyes meet your in that moment, it's like the horrible events of the world aren't happening anymore.  All that seems to exist is the two of you, not the TV still prattling in the background or even the noises outside your city window.

Dabi lightly caresses your cheek down to the length of your neck and finally ending near where your collarbones sit.  Everywhere he touches leaves behind a trail of goosebumps on your skin.  Even with these simple touches, you can feel yourself starting moving against him, trying to create a bit of friction.  Dabi knew how easily he could rile you up with simple touches.  It was frustrating at times, and you wished you could have the same effect on him.

"I love you, babe.  And no matter what, I won't let anything hurt you,"  Dabi tells you, and you swear his voice seems to be cracking, but the moment is gone before you can think about it.  Dabi lives on being mysterious most of the time, and you rarely get to see this vulnerable side of him.  Even if he doesn't say it behind that mask of cockiness, you can feel that there is fear of what's happening right now.  Or at least that's what you think the fear is from, but Dabi will never admit the fear is from losing you to whatever this is.  He isn't sure he could survive this hell of a life he's been given without you.

Your heart aches at his sincere words from earlier, and you whisper back, "I love you too, Dabi."  Drawing him into a more intense kiss.  Dabi begins to run his fingers along the hem of your t-shirt and delicately brushes the skin right under with his fingertips.  You feel a moan bubble up inside of you, but his mouth moving against yours swallows the sound.

"I want you so bad, doll.  Let's just forget what's going on right now, let the world fall away,"  he says in a husky voice after breaking away from the kiss.

You nod to him before letting out a content sigh and letting your eyes fall shut while Dabi continues to trace his hands over your body.  Dabi trails his massive heated hands under the thin shirt you are wearing and down to your hips.  You can feel the bulge of his cock through his jeans as it begins to press against your clothed core.

Opening your eyes, you meet Dabi's half-lidded lustful eyes and bite your bottom lip and allow yourself to give into Dabi taking over you.

You can feel your heart beating a little faster, watching Dabi drink in every ounce of you.  Dabi is one of the only men you have ever trusted like this.  To have you so totally vulnerable.  It's strange how someone you didn't want anything to do with for months has become someone you rely on for everything- love, comfort, pleasure.

Dabi places open-mouthed kisses along your neck that leave you breathless.  "Fuck, I'm obsessed with every inch of you,"  Dabi growls out before returning to kissing and sucking your neck and exposed collar bone.

You grip Dabi's shoulder to ground you back from floating away into complete bliss and tip your head out to give him more access to your neck.  Dabi's mouth is like a flame that licks at your sensitive skin as he continues to trail his mouth all over.  You could be trapped in this pleasure forever.

Dabi grasps the back of your head and roughly brings your lips back to his.  With your mouths slotted against each other, you moan as Dabi finesses you to where you are lying on your back on the old couch, and he is hovering over you.

You break the kiss to quickly pull off his jacket and expose Dabi's scarred arms.  And just as you have only trusted Dabi fully with yourself, he has done the same.  Of course, the two of you have had sex with other people, mostly with lights off clothing still left on to hide the imperfections.  But with each other, there is no more hiding.

Heat begins to pool in your belly as you watch Dabi pull off your shorts and slide his warm hands all the way back up your leg and massage the plush skin of your thighs.  Once your shorts are removed, Dabi brings himself back to your face and, with a lustful sigh, traces kisses on your jaw and neck.

"Just relax and let me take you away from all of this, love.  I want to hear every sound you make." He growls as he moves down towards your pussy and lays himself between your spread legs.  Dabi lifts your thighs to rest on his shoulder as you let out a little gasp.  You can feel the excitement and heat rising in you.

Dabi kisses down the inside of your soft thighs and stops to suck at certain spots, leaving minor marks in their place.  He stops for a moment until you are looking directly into his captivating gaze, and then he licks a stripe up your pussy over the cotton of your underwear.  You let out a breathy moan at the sensation.   That jerk knows precisely what he's doing.

Dabi then grabs the thin material of your underwear and rips them away from your body with a tear. Groaning, you are about to curse at him for ruining another pair but are cut short when he sleekly licks up your folds. A delicate, playful moan leaves your separated lips.  Your eyes close, and you cling onto his white shirt to ground yourself.

"Baby girl, you're soaking wet," Dabi teases as if you weren't aware but cuts off any retort again with a quick suck to your aching clit. You can't hold back the loud moan that bubbles up in your throat.

Dabi smiles against your lower lips and continues his ministrations.   His mouth is open wide, so he can move back and forth from quickly licking up and down your sensitive pussy as well as suck softly on your clit.   You feel light-headed at the extended sensations, little whimpers and moans falling through your lips.  Dabi has always been able to leave you speechless with just his mouth.

"Dabi please," Your breathing hitches, and you moan out as he flicks his tongue repeatedly over your small bud. You can feel that hot pressure building in your stomach as Dabi continues. He laps at you like you are holding the only source of liquid left in this world, his tongue working wonders on your dripping hole.

Dabi pulls back and looks up at you as you eagerly meet his blue eyes, begging him to continue.  He smirks before lowering his mouth back down and laps at your sopping core teasingly.  Fucking bastard.  Always a tease from day one.

Dabi licks his lips before returning to eating you out even faster as a series of cries and obscenities continue to fall out of your mouth.  You can't hold them back.  His mouth is so hot and wet against your core.

With another curse, you tell him you are close. A sigh escapes your lips, and your head tosses back onto the cushy arm of the couch.  Dabi pulls away but inserts two fingers inside of you in place of his mouth.

"Fuck, sweetheart, as much as I want to hear you beg and plead for me,  I want to taste you right now."  Dabi lets out with a rough voice filled with desire.  You whimper as he continues to fuck you with his fingers.  He smirks at your blissed-out face and then returns his mouth to your pussy.  His tongue flicks over your clit repeatedly as whines and cries continue to be let out of your mouth.  Back arching, you bite at your lip, barely able to even process the words that came out of Dabi just a moment ago.

"Oh, fuck, Dabi, please. Please, I'm gonna cum soon." The words fall from your lips, and your mind feels numb to everything except the feeling of Dabi's tongue on your pussy.

Dabi grunts and gives another hard suck to your clit before pulling away just a bit.  "Hell yeah, babe, come all over my face."

Your eyes roll back, and your mouth opens with another cry as your legs begin to tremble as the tension starts to rise in your stomach. One more lick, and you know you'd come. Dabi's continued suckling of your clit sends you careening over the edge. Your cries fill the room, and your back arches as your legs try to squeeze around his head.  Dabi continues to suck and lick as you orgasm.  Panting and with your eyes twisted shut, you cling to his shirt as you start to come down.  A final curse gently leaves your mouth as you wait for your legs to stop shaking.  Dabi takes one last long slow lick before sitting back and wiping his face with the back of his hand.  You can't bring yourself to move from the couch, still panting and weak.

Your mind starts slowly coming back to you as the bliss begins to leave.  The realization of everything happening in the world washes over you.  But you were thankful Dabi took the time to distract you from the horrors of what's going on.  You move over so Dabi can cuddle with you on the couch.  It isn't much room, but it feels good to be this close with him, wrapped in each other's arms.  You both slowly start to drift off to sleep, but you don't miss Dabi's final words mumbled into your hair, "I'll never let anything happen to you."

Shortly after that, the world seems to descend into madness.  The illness grows more and more rampant.  People are getting infected every day.  Whether it's through the original source of contamination or by those contaminated biting or scratching someone.  Panic spreads throughout the country.  But through all of it, you and Dabi stick together.

From the moment it was declared an emergency Dabi was banging at your door, insisting the two of you find somewhere safer than your run-down apartment.  Because while the two of you needed sleep, whatever these things are could go non-stop, and your apartment was not fortified.

You and Dabi lost your quirks a month after the emergency declaration, along with the rest of the population. People couldn't fight these zombie-like creatures off anymore.  Like all the movies and TV shows, the bodies became more zombies than actual living people.

After a while of jumping around from a destroyed place to another, the two of you found yourself in an apartment building that had a sturdy enough entrance that the zombies couldn't break through.  The daily struggles were still hard, though. Finding food and water to survive became a daily task for the two of you.  Through all of this, he never left your side. He always insisted the two of you stay together.  And so you did.  Fighting the living dead, but sometimes the living too when things got even more terrible, and scavenging was your everyday routine now.

You lost track of time and could only follow when the seasons changed.  But Dabi was really the only thing getting you through this.  Seeing people destroy one another for food or shelter destroyed you inside.  Never knowing if these zombies you were killing were someone you had known at one point, or just another faceless dead person tore at every corner of your brain.  Dabi stayed strong for the two of you.  Holding you every night on the ripped blankets, you could gather for the strange bed the two of you slept in.  You would sob into his muscled chest about how you couldn't live in this world anymore, how you couldn't kill another person, alive or dead.

But Dabi would never let go.  He would hold you close and let your never-ending tears stain the only shirt he had now.  He would rub your back with his warm hands; even though his rusting staples would catch on your shirt and rip from his skin, he still did it.  He would hold you until you fell asleep, whispering how strong you were and how he could never do this without you.  And after all the tears, you were thankful too.  Because without him, you'd be dead or alone.  You knew that without Dabi, you would have never survived this long.

But you could see Dabi was hurting too.  You couldn't find supplies to treat his decaying skin.  He hid his daily pain from you, but when Dabi thought you weren't looking or listening, he would hiss at the pain of another staple pulling at his burnt skin or let out a huge sigh when he would try to put it back together, but it wouldn't cooperate.

The only hope the two of you held onto was each other and that possibly a cure would come soon.  Not that either you could really access that information with no electricity; there wasn't any way to get information other than hearsay.  You survived the best you could in this world.

And as much as this wasn't what you would have picked for either of you, at least you had each other.  You tried not to think of a time when you wouldn't be together, even though the chances of that happening were high- it hurt too much. To survive in this world without Dabi would be too fucking much.

It's almost as if fate chose to play a cruel game with the two of you.  It seemed like a "normal" trip out to scavenge for food and water.  The two of you had to expand your search area since places closer were mainly empty.

This time you found yourself outside of a convenience store, a reasonable distance away from your home.  It hadn't been completely destroyed by some miracle and was not overrun by the zombified people.  Still, in a state of decay, though, Dabi was quickly able to kick his heavy boots through the door and get the two of you in.

Sauntering through the gas station, you quickly begin to pick up canned food and stale bags of chips and shove them in your worn backpack.  Dabi is doing the same on other aisles until he lets out a chuckle.  "Hey babe, look what I found."  He says with a cocky voice holding up a few boxes of wrapped condoms above the aisle for you to see.

You roll your eyes.  "Thanks, Dabi. Is sex really what we want to be thinking about right now? Let's just get this shit and get out."  You let out with an annoyed huff and continue to push the limits of how much your bag can hold.

Dabi comes over to your aisle and snakes his arms around your waist with your back pressed to his chest.  He places his chin on your shoulder and whispers in your ear.  "Yes, all I can think about is getting your beautiful body back home and finally being able to finish in you, and with these, I can."  He lets out a dark chuckle as he pulls you closer against him and bucks  his hips playfully.

"Okay, horn dog, let's get this shit done, and then we can do whatever you want back home."  You let out with an eye roll.  It's hard to stay mad at him. You know he's trying to keep things light for you, to keep you happy because he can see how hard this is.  And his regular teasing is one way he knows will bring a smile to your face.

As you are finishing up trying to take inventory of anything else in the store that you can take back, you spot the clear plastic that holds the cartons of cigarettes behind the cashier counter.  While you didn't necessarily want Dabi smoking, you knew he missed the vice. Cigarettes were just as hard to find as medicine in this new world.  Smiling to yourself, you move behind the counter and reach for the plastic flap to lift it up.

As you try to lift the latch, it doesn't budge. You look around for what might be blocking it before seeing the tiny silver keyhole to one side of the compartment.  Crap, of course, it's locked.    You really wanted to surprise Dabi with this.  Maybe you still could. The key had to be here somewhere, right? You think while scanning around the counter.  You try searching through the counters for a hidden key but no luck.  Letting out a heavy sigh, you call Dabi over.

Dabi wanders over to your annoyed face and can't help but smile at your slight pout.  "I wanted to surprise you! But I can't open it. Can you get it, please?"  It comes out almost like a whine as you gesture to the cigarettes.

Dabi's smirk turns into a genuine smile, and he pats the top of your head before saying, "My sweet doll.  Thank you for thinking of me. Let me help you out."  You could smack him, but instead, you watch as he hastily rips the plastic covering away and slips his hand below it to grab one of the wrapped cartons.

At that moment, everything changes.  The fun times the two of you were having shatters as a loud alarm rings through the store.  Panic floods your system as you stare at Dabi wide-eyed.  "There is no electricity. What's happening? There shouldn't be an alarm."  Horror is laced in your voice as words spill out of you.  Every walking corpse within miles will be here soon with the sound.

"Fuck, must have had a battery attachment. Come on, let's go."  Dabi's usual playfulness is gone as he abandons the cigarettes and grabs your hand.  He's grave now.  Getting the two of you out of here safely is his only goal.

You follow Dabi quickly, a hand grasped tightly in his as he runs towards the broken-down front door.   And that's when even more terror settles into you.  Zombies are pushing their way through the open door.  Their rotting bodies and white eyes focused on the area where the alarm is coming from.  There weren't many around when you broke in, but now it seems like they are multiplying by the moment.

"Fuck fuck fuck." Dabi curses under his breath, quickly turning around and pulling you towards the building's back exit.  You follow behind adrenaline surging through your veins fueled by your flight response.  Dabi grasps at the metal handle to the back door and shakes it only to find it locked.  "Damnit!"  he shouts before kicking the door violently.

Your heart is pounding, and you feel helpless as you stare at Dabi while he continues to slam himself at the door.  While the front door was glass and flimsier, this door was only budging slightly.  With all your focus on the door, you don't notice the continuously growing herd filtering into the gas station.  Not until you feel one brush against your shoulder.

Your eyes widen as you feel a scream bubbling in your throat.  This is it.   This is where the two of you die and either become fodder for a herd of living dead or turn into one yourself.   Your brain is pure panic as thoughts fly through faster than you can catch them.  You don't even realize you have screamed out Dabi's name until you see his face turn towards yours.

His typically blue eyes are almost entirely covered by his dark pupils as he takes in the monstrosities behind you.  But unlike you, he doesn't hesitate. He pulls out a knife he keeps in one of his pockets and slams it into the decaying skull of the zombie that is right behind you.  Splurts of dark blood hit your cheek as he pulls out the knife, and the creature behind you crumples to the floor.

"Keep trying the door! I'll keep them off you."  Dabi shouts, pulling you into the spot he previously stood.  Your heartbeat is so loud you can feel it in your head, and you can't even make a coherent response as you begin to slam your body against the solid surface.  You can feel it give a little more with each push of your body, and everything in you is screaming not to give up.  Doing your best not to glance at Dabi's grunting and movements as he continues to try and put down zombie after zombie.

You can't give up; this can't be the end . Desperately your brain is screaming as you continue to feel the door give more and more.  Your shoulder hurts from the continued impact, but you aren't letting it slow you down.  You can feel it; it's almost there.

Suddenly the door gives, and you can see the sun shining through on the other side.  You cry out in  relief and turn back to tell Dabi to come with you.  But as your eyes meet, fear fills every ounce of you.

He's still fighting them off, but there is a gaping bite wound on his right arm— rows of teeth marks embedded in his skin.  You feel like you're going to be sick. There is no coming back from this; there's no known cure.  At any point within the next twenty-four hours, he would be another one of the walking dead, no sense, no logic, and looking to consume others. This can't be happening, this can't be happening.  Your heart is sinking with every second that ticks by.

"What the fuck are you waiting for? Get out! Get out!"  Dabi screams at you as he embeds his knife in another zombie.

"No, no, I can't leave without you!  I-we can find something.  I'll find something, please! Come on, Dabi, I can't do this without you!"  You are sobbing now, hot tears streaming through the dirt and blood mixed on your face.  An ache in your heart starts to form.  You know you don't know how to help him, but you'll do anything to not leave him behind.

Dabi lets out a grin despite the feral dead people closing in on him.  And gives you a wink before saying in a voice that seems too calm for the situation, "Come on, doll, you are the most intelligent person I know.  You have to go.  Live for us, babe.  Look at how far we've come.  Go show this world that it won't ever break you down. I love you, and I'll come to find you wherever you are in the afterlife and annoy the shit out of you.  Now go!"

It's like your heart is being ripped into a thousand pieces. Your breath comes out in short huffs, moving towards hyperventilating.  You want to go back to Dabi and cling on for dear life, but you won't let him die in vain.  Not after that speech.  That would be an insult to everything the two of you have overcome.  So with all your strength, you give your lover, the man who has come so far with you, the last look before letting out a final "I love you too" and burst out the door.

You don't look back, aching feet propelling you forward as tears continue to stream and fall off your face.  When you first met Dabi, you would have never thought you'd miss him.  But you will , you'll miss every snarky comment, every flirty glance, and the tender way only he has loved you.  The man that you were sure was just some asshole trying to get laid became the love of your life and sacrificed himself so you could live.  And you could never let that go to waste.

[ml-salt-central]

"Gabriel Agreste" Salt (I forgot this episode came out today):

Gabriel, please die...

Okay, Canon! Felix might be an asshole but he makes Gabriel miserable and that alone honestly makes him one of the best characters in this godforsaken show (Although a line in this episode makes me worry about him a lot...)

Nathalie, please die...

Oh yay! The class is enabling Marinette's stalking... AGAIN! ISN'T THAT JUST LOVELY?!

Okay but why the fuck do the 2D drawings Nathaniel made for his and Marc's dumbass plan look so GOOD?! They have no right to be this amazing

Ew, Zoé

Okay, I hate how Chloé keeps being portrayed as a complete asshole but her coming down a vent on a harness like a goddamn super spy was iconic ngl, that's some queen shit

I know Chloé is supposed to be in the wrong here but like... Gabriel taking Adrien out of the school over seeing the video Chloé filmed of Marinette and co scheeming would actually be a reasonable reaction? Like as a parent how would you react if you found out that not only was one of your son's classmates stalking him but that the rest of the class was enabling and encouraging said stalker? Like I'm not rooting for Marinette and her friends here! What they're doing is GROSS!!!!

Okay, I'm getting tired of people being blind in this show, Marinette putting on a moustache is apparently enough to convice everyone that she's a male server, what the fuck?!

God, I love Felix being a sneaky little shit! Yes, Gabriel, keep throwing those tantrums! Seeing you suffer brings me so much joy!!!!!

Okay but it's so wild to me that Felix has only been in TWO episodes so far and has done more investigating on Hawkmoth than our two main heroes have done in FOUR SEASONS!!!!

Again, I am not rooting for Marinette to stop Chloé from showing Gabriel evidence of her and her enablers being creepy

Okay so, the scene where Gabriel threatens Felix can mean two things with the way it was worded, acording to the subtitles I got Gabriel said that he could make Felix disappear with just a snap of his finger which means that either 1. Felix is a sentimonster or 2. Gabriel is threatening an actual literal child, I really hope it's the second option... because if it's the first one then Felix, the only character who has put any effort into finding out who Hawkmoth is, can now just be erased from existence whenever the writers feel like it, isn't that great?! Like this show's writing is so bad that I wouldn't put it pass them...

Felix resisted both an Akuma and an Amok, we stan

Okay, the Collector using a tablet instead of a book this time around is a neat twists to his power but... he still has the same power as many other akumatized villains and I'm not a fan of repeat akumas so... yeah

Why the fuck did Kagami even try to fight the Collector? Like, girl, you don't even have a miraculous, what the fuck are you even hoping to accomplish?

The akuma battle is nothing special so it's not worth talking about

Chloé's plans are ruined because of course they are

Gabriel's plan to make the magical charms useless in the same season they were introduced in begins

Felix still knows that Gabriel is Hawkmoth, good thing that stuck at least (I am still incredibly worried about him...)

The stalker and her enablers came out victorious, yay...

Tfw Felix feels more like Gabriel's archenemy than Ladybug and Chat Noir

In conclusion:

Felix being a sentimonster is just as stupid of a concept as Adrien being one like... WHY?! WHAT'S EVEN THE POINT OF THIS?! WHY COULDN'T AMELIE AND EMELIE HAVE HUMAN CHILDREN?! WHAT WOULD THIS EVEN ADD TO THE PLOT?! WHAT EVEN IS THIS WRITING?! But, these concepts are stupid and nonsensical enough to actually be canon... considering the writing of this show so... I am afraid.

[nullominous-q]

I just couldn't stop thinking about this because you are so right!! Thinking back to most of the anxceit or dukexiety fanfics I've read it's always, "Virgil please come back" and "No because I hate all of you." It just doesn't feel right. This is a man that left his old friends. Friends that he has know for a while. Many of us had friends that we might of had to leave for reason but if we were given the chance to go back and fix everything we would do so in a heart beat. And I feel like Virgil would too. Virgil is valid for having reasons to leave them but it shouldn't instantly make him an asshole to them or just forget them completely. They were a part of his memory and his life. Mistakes are done and they can be learned from by both parties. Sorry for over sharing but I just really agree with your statement!!

Yes yes and yesssss!

Conflict is great but peope should be wary of making conflict the sole fault of one person and making them the villain. That often gets tiresome very quickly, esp when it's a character that gets typecast into that same role in many other stories. (Can you sense my annoyance at this more often than not being Janus or Remus?)

Either way, conflict between two main characters, neither of whom are the antagonist of the story is so much more interesting and enrapturing when I can see myself rooting for both sides and both sides have fallibility and validity in multiple areas. No matter the type of relationship.

I think have nothing more to add to this? I just didn't want to leave you waiting for longer.

[crazyyfilmyfreak]

The Devil All the Time ( 2020 )

OBVIOUSLY SPOILERS FREE REVIEW

"There's a lot of no-good sons of bitches out there"

Okay alright first of all 

This is not your generic go-to netflix crime thriller if you are watching it with that intention everything is wrong with you 

This Film is dark , not just dark but dark as hell which is filled with gore elements which also includes a multi layered story telling and the film is filled with a group of astonishing cast members and every one of them has a potential to carry the whole film on their shoulders with no hard work but just with grace and ease so these reasons altogether might have over hyped few people's expectations and i think that is the main reason why i am seeing some mixed reviews here and there online or maybe just because you started watching this film with a very wrong intent or wrong mind set like i said before and i am stressing this so much because of in my opinion this film is just perfect maybe there are flaws obviously every film will have flaws but i just couldn't see them ? Maybe because i am a big fan of tom holland i might be little biased but to me this film is top notch and this is a perfect film film 

Now speaking about the cast & film overall 

This is a very slow paced slow burning piece of art 

It takes you to the places you can never think of mentally and it makes you feel completely lost in emotions by the end of the film making you numb 

Antonio Campos is a fucking genius i love his way of story telling 

He's honest , he knows what he is doing , he loves taking risks and he never fears when ever he goes out of the conventional film making style and i very much love how he connected every character in the film like i mean every character in the film is interconnected and if you remove any one character you will feel the void , disturbance and unbalance in the film. 

Film lovers might argue with me or hate me for saying this but i feel this film is so much better than christine 👀🤝🏻 atleast to me ? And this is coming from a person who also loved it a lot 

Now the cast 

I cant speak about everyone in the film because this has such a long list of talented actors 😭 who rocked in the film i am only going to speak abt some of my favourite performances as of now i promise to speak about every other cast member and their performance in the later days coz i am very sure this is a film i am going to talk a lot from now and this is also a film that i am going to watch and enjoy in the future days 

First TOM FUCKING HOLLAND 

I have been seeing this dude's films even before the civil war where he played the spidey role and i always felt he was a very raw and potential actor since his childhood but after seeing him in civil war and spider man hoco its just impossible for me to not like him as an actor ? HE IS SO GOOD ON SCREEN and he makes you believe everything when ever he's on screen maybe its swinging from wall to wall or putting a donut or whatever into a guys mouth while kicking his ass and making it look bad ass af🔥 few might feel this are such a silly examples to say but to me this is about how tom brings a realistic approach to a scene and makes it good and i have always been a big fan of tom holland since spiderman hoco and this is nothing related to tdat but y'all might already know timothee was the second closest option of mcu to cast as spidey and tom grabbed that role ever since tom is just busy with mcu films and where as timothee had a incredible and unbelievable growth as an ACTOR for real to me that is stunning because he did it in such short of span and to me as fan of tom holland part of me was always loving him as spidey but a big heart of me felt a void and sad because tom is missing a lot of great opportunities which has a chance to showcase his real acting abilities which made me think what if timothee got the spidey role instead of tom? Maybe we would have seen a serious tom holland as an actor and this thought killed me everytime but everything happens for a reason and tom holland is undoubtedly the best spidey we have ever got and anyways when films like tdat happen many people realise and understand how great and how fucking incredible tom holland is as an actor and i love when everyone appreciate him for this !! It makes my heart very happy and this is the exact reason why this film is so personal and special to me 

Sorry for completely deviating from the film but this is tumblr and i am not a serious film critic lol so forgive me. 

And speaking about his performance in the film he is just surreal and outstanding . The character that he played is a very complicated one not many relate to that character but every one can understand his emotions, actions and intentions in the film and all the credit goes to tom for bringing a life to that character and playing it in such a beautiful way listen to me very carefully when i am saying this not many actors from this generation can bring bundle of emotions at the same time in a same scene but tom holland does that with such an ease and i stg i am not exaggerating if you watch the film you will know what i mean !! And i am very proud to say i am his big fan 

Now Robbert pattinson 

What the fuck should i talk about this asshole 😂🖕? 

My dude's been killing it since remember me and as an actor like i said in the Tenet Review he has matured a lot as an actor since good time and he played a very powerful and sick role in the film i am not gonna spoil it for others just go and watch the fucking film atleast for him he did a great job and i dont understand how the women and gays are dealing with him? Seriously even as a straight guy its hard for me to concentrate on the film or scenes where ever he's present because this asshole is so fucking hot and sexy 👉👈 The directors should either deglamorise him by making him fat or bald or just hide his face with prosthetic make up or sth just like how directors hide tom hardy's face in every film he's in 🙄. Now coming back to his performance its really hard to dominate him when ever he's on screen dude just want all the attention towards him , such a selfish actor huh 

Bill Skarsgard 

He played a very important and crucial role in the film he maynot have big screen time but we can totally feel his presence through out the film i think this one sentence explains how important his character is to the film and how well he potrayed the role and he's the only guy in the film who got an incredible character growth throughout his journey in the film

Harry Melling 

It would be very unfair if i dont speak about harry's performance in tdat 

DUDE KILLED IT . HE SCARED ME WITH HIS EMOTIONS AND EXPRESSIONS . He didn't even a play a negative role but he just added a lot of depth not only to his character but also the film with his intimidating portrayal 

Sebastian stan 

This is the most honest and a very raw performance from Sebastian stan so far ( i am saying this based on the films that i have seen of his ) i just wish he had more screen time thats the only thing that i didnt like in the film also there are so many blanks that needs to be filled about his character 

Eliza Scanlen

I dont remember her from any film or tv series that i have seen before but she's outstanding in the film , the character doesnt have much something new to offer so i can't speak a lot for her but as far as the character concerned she did her best and her performance is a impressive one and many people are gonna love her . 

Riley Keough 

Unlike the previous films & tv series she's been in 

This film gave her a very challenging role and she's the only women in the film who's been through ups and downs and has a very complicated but a impressive character growth with minimal limitations and dimensions 

She was fabulous and incredible . It just stuns me how the character has begin and how it ended at the end 

And special mention to jason clarke and the old couple who played grandparents ( kind of ) to Arvin Russel and lenora . Not all heroes wear the cape. 

Finally despite the mention of god several times in the film this is not really about god at all its about the DEVIL , The DEMON that carries and plays a very pivotal role in the film you cannot see it but you can sense it and feel it 

Its about the blind faith, its about the irreversible & inescapable fate . I really love how Antonio Campos has connected all the dots by the end of the film with a very impressive film making and with a steady gothic theme running till the end internally and i haven't completely finished the book ( The devil all the time ) but if anyone really wants to completely bring the book life they cannot do it in a single film it will take you atleast 4 or 5 tv series to do so but Antonio Campos did it with a single film and added a very deep meaning to the core of the film w/o deviating from the roots of the book & even touched the aspects like duality of a man and some of you grateful fucks are complaining about him 

OBVIOUSLY films ard subjective but you all need to be more open about this film 

In simple words please fucking watch this film guys 🤗❤ 

This one is not for everyone but everyone will have atleast a small aspect in the film that y'all are going to like / love / hate / discuss about. 

The devil all the time is violent , brutal , honest and perfect in every possible way atleast to me and i really want you all to watch it if you're into such type of stuff 

Remember No country for old men ? Now make it 10 times more violent but add some meaning to it with a realistic approach but more slow burning drama and a little bit of darkness ... now that is what The Devil all the time is .

Gif credits : Milesgmorales

[anon-exe]

I was really excited to learn there was a new brs anime and haven't caught up after episode 6 and... don't think i'm going to unless there's something really cool in the later episodes but my expectations for that are.... yeah

I have a "scale of interest" for stories that is essentially just a hope scale that goes from "The protagonists are very obviously going to beat the antagonist every time" to polar opposite "well this is fucking dismal," I'm just gonna skip other explanations and say dawnfall is on the direct opposite of having any hope

like yes. I know it's edgy. I know it's apocalyptic. I know it's dystopian. and empress says shit like "I want to save humans" but it feels so empty and lifeless and I'd say i guess maybe that's the point but even then the other 2 have memory loss kind of but still have emotions could she not be a little bit more... or it's not even her it's how its shown I guess. but mainly what I'm saying is it feels so hollow and lifeless. Like obviously there's going to be a positive outcome ending but I wouldn't feel anything about it. I don't get attached to any of the new human characters cause the immediate feeling right off the bat is that I shouldn't care about them cause they're all going to die (not that they were intriguing at all anyways ) did care about one human character but immediately knew they were gonna die and guess what. they died. wow. their death was tragic and I couldn't even cry over it cause it was not only expected but I was also, i don't know what the right word is, but essentially "god fucking damnit" emotion.

an apocalypse isn't exactly going to be a hopeful place at all but like. wtf am I rooting for then in your story. only rooted against the villains cause they were literally fucking vile and repulsive on every level with no fucking depth, and even then I'm still barely rooting for the heroes cause it's just like "yeah...go... maybe like... not die or something. whatever." Like in the story who cares about the greater good? the army guy I guess does but is so cold and asshole that I don't care about him, the boy and girl characters would give me hope if they were more unique or even like lasted a little longer but they didn't, that other adult(?) girl doesn't really care, dead master only 'cares' for the same reason other girl does, strength cares but (tries not to?) express it and brs/empress is the main one who does but is represented like an actual robot even tho the other memory loss girls aren't which isn't a great combo in this souless world

and also the very bad innapropriate mention under uh the thing that thing

sexual assault / necrophilia mention warning

why is there so much rape shit mentioned. well not only mentioned i'm only forgetting cause i try to PURGE IT FROM MY FUCKING MINDSCAPE AS MUCH AS I CAN COUGH HORRID SMILEY SAGA COUGH but like off the bat. there's the army guy threatening the guy that looks like a teen kid to. dead corpse. nasty. i want to avoid saying it correctly. and then there's uh hacker. girl. who acts very creepy i dont want to fact check what she said and then dead fast literally saying she wanted to kill and then defile empress. and then all of the fucking YUCK saga that's. way too much what the fuck. that's fucking weird. Like I'm very open minded but that's a bit too much stretching to say the previous was not fucking weird. but smiley is all beyond that WHO THE ACTUAL FUCK THOUGHT THAT. THAT. *GESTURING* THAT WAS A FUCKING GOOD IDEA. If i wanted to talk about it I would rant but as i mentioned HRRGRGGGNNNNNGH. Smiley in the least repulsed way i can describe him and the decision to him is "The best way to get someone to stop watching your show and want to run it over with a fucking car, truck even, if you will,"

anyways to conclude my whyisthisanessaylengthanimepost ; once the series is over someone upload a video of literally just every scene strength is in cause they are literally all I care about in that show. got dam.