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"Love, huh?"
#i'm a big believer that scout was screamed at or punished by all the people around him because of his annoyance#brothers dates the mercs and etc#he's used to negative feedback and therefore feels really uncomfortable when he gets to be complimented or said nice things#his annoying behaviour is like some sort of defense mechanism#tho he likes to feel special to sniper. a lot#i know it's incredibly OOC but god just let me be delusional a bit. what's a girl to do#team fortress 2#team fortress 2 fanart#team fortress 2 comic#tf2#tf2 fanart#tf2 comic#tf2 sniper#tf2 scout#sniperscout#speeding bullet
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bakugou + strawberries ; 2.7k ੈ‧₊˚ for our meet fruit collab ! ‧₊˚✧ ₊˚
mina suggests speed-dating.
first as a joke — you think — after the two of you spend too many weekends in a row watching sappy rom-coms on her couch while crying into a bowl of trail mix, and then a second time, and then a third time, after you refuse.
in her last attempt, she pulls out the big ones: her upcoming birthday. it will be so fun!! she tells you, with her big eyes and bigger pout, looking at you as if you'd hung the stars by saying yes. it's a cheap shot, really, because she knows you or anyone would do pretty much anything when it comes to mina the birthday girl.
— and that's how you find yourself here, sitting in too nice of an outfit to be spending your allotted time listening to a man bash his ex-girlfriend.
you might have found him a bit cuter if he wasn't doing that, or if he showed even an ounce of interest in you whatsoever. instead, he's treating this like a therapy session, and you're not getting paid for it.
when the timer rings, you're more than thankful. irritated enough, even, to spin around the room in search of mina — who is happily watching on as two men grapple with each other for who gets to sit across from her next. you suppose being a top hero is good for that, finding someone who is willing to give you their all.
to yourself, you sigh quietly and turn back to the little bowl of strawberries in the center of the small table, the flutes of champagne on either side of it. mina's bottle, you noticed, is almost totally empty; your last date hadn't even looked at yours, nor did he seem to think to offer you a drink.
it's not that you're jealous. really. you wouldn't even say that you're interested in dating right now, finding your job at the agency to be too much of a whirlwind to balance, anyway. you love mina: she's your closest friend, your home away from home, your cheerleader and personal hero — but working for her is nothing short of a full-time job.
sometimes your bed is a little lonely, when she's not staying the night in it after another rom-com evening, but you really can't think that you'd like someone in it, anyway, much less a stranger. it's hard to explain where your time goes, who it goes with; having to share that with someone, you think, would take more emotional energy than you have right now.
and maybe it also sorta, kinda has to do with the fact that the one and only man you're thinking of outside of work — is the same man you see inside of it every single day.
the very thought of bakugou has your stomach turning, painfully. the image of him in the late afternoons with the sun glowing in his hair, the gentle look he spares you as you wait for the elevator, how he'd looked at you today, when you told him where you and mina were going; you don't know how anyone could make you feel the way he does, at least right now.
the seat across from you is taken up suddenly, then, and you look up into the eyes of someone that looks — nice. a little shy, a little nervous, as they introduce themselves. they decide to pour you a glass of champagne, and they even tell you, openly, voice shaking, how nice you look tonight.
you smile so hard that your cheeks hurt, much to your own surprise.
"i'm actually allergic to strawberries," they tell you with a laugh, gently pushing the bowl closer to you. "that would be a hell of a first date, wouldn't it?"
you agree. "definitely one to remember!"
"well, in that case—" they joke, suddenly leaning forward as if they're going to pull it back towards them, and it's so earnest and sweet that you feel your heartbeat in your throat a bit. "i sound like i'm kissing up to you, but—you have a really nice smile, also."
you have to sit back in your seat, fanning your face dramatically as you both laugh. "wow, i'm not used to someone—"
"time's up, extra."
you blink so hard that your eyes are crossed when you open them, and you look up at the man standing there, waiting for his turn, just as the timer dings and the room comes to life with a bustle. the person across from you only frowns, too timid to say anything in response before they're getting up and casting you a regretful glance. they're barely a foot away before the chair is taken, so aggressively that it scrapes against the floor and shakes the table.
you can't believe what you're seeing. you can't believe bakugou is sitting across from you, right now, ruining everything.
"what—are you doing?" you hiss, though your feelings — with a mind of their own — flutter like butterflies in your stomach at the sight of him.
the scowl he gives you is ugly, as always, but his face is smoother than you remember it being today; freshly shaven, maybe. the cologne he's wearing is strong, woodsy, potent enough that it dizzies you from across the table, that you can only imagine how sweet it smells soaking into the soft skin of his neck. even the shirt he's wearing, you notice, is a button down that you've never seen him in.
"the hell do you mean?" he growls, face pinched as he leans closer, so that his voice doesn't carry as it usually does. "'s'it look like i'm doin'? saving you from some sorry dumbass."
"bakugou," you grit, though the room quiets as everyone takes their seats again, and you have to swallow back your annoyance so you don't draw anymore attention to yourself.
you're not dumb enough to think he'd get away without some people fighting for his attention, too, the same way they did to mina, and — as irritated as you are, suddenly, at his appearance — you're not exactly keen on sharing him, either.
"they were very nice, thank you very much,"
"psh," he rolls his eyes, a muscle in his jaw jumping. "couldn't even look me in the eyes to tell me to fuck off—"
"maybe because they were worried you would blast them through the window—"
"and i would have—"
"oh!" you clench your hands into fists and squeeze your eyes shut, trying to will your anger back down. losing your cool isn't a good look, especially in a room of people that are trying to get to know you. "are you serious right now? why are you here?"
"you really wanna spend our five minutes doin' this?"
and there's something about the way he says it — our five minutes — that has your stomach turning in that horrible way it always does, whenever you bite into the softer parts of him. the look on his face is pensive, nervous if you thought that he was capable of being nervous. his shirt, his shaven cheeks, his alluring cologne; he's here, right now, on a date with you. pushed his way into it, even.
you straighten in your seat and sit back, dropping your eyes to the table, ashamed at the fire you've just thrown at him. "can you at least tell me why you're here in the first place?"
bakugou is silent for long enough that you can't stand not to take him in, how appealing he is to look at, how your heart sings when he looks back. one shake of his head has him sighing and then he's leaning back, too, staring only at the strawberries.
"this is her birthday thing, ain't it?"
"yeah," you murmur in agreement quietly, fiddling with your own fingers in your lap as your nerves harden into bitter disappointment. he's here for the same reasons you are, you tell yourself: for your friend, only.
distantly, you try to remind yourself that this nothing out of the ordinary. that you shouldn't be thinking of him this way, getting so hung-up on someone that's never expressed an interest in you to begin with. there have been a few late night conversations in the stairwell, that ran longer than they should have, that revealed more than they should have — but it doesn't make him yours. not in the way you want it to.
in an attempt to swallow down your own sourness, you reach for a strawberry, picking through them until you find the fattest one, and then bite it to the stem. a little stream of juice sprays out, dripping down over your bottom lip as you scramble for your napkin. you lick after it before patting at your face, spreading the sugar, the sweetness.
bakugou leans across the table so suddenly that you startle, mouth twisted like he's struggling to say what he's about to say. "alright, look—"
the timer rings, horribly, but his ruby stare never dims, never leaves yours and yours never leaves his, either, as if you're both suddenly trapped in a weird limbo of in-between; in-between the quiet moments, in-between the loudest ones, in-between everyone else, together.
and then mina notices.
"oh my god, blasty, you came!" she shouts, springing up from her seat to wave at you both from across the room. her earrings jingle loudly, bracelet beads knocking together as she leans too far to the left, champagne-drunk already. it snaps the moment between you and him, worry filling the gaps as you think about how you're going to get her out of here, once the night is over.
bakugou sinks a little further into his chair, as if it will hide him, before grumbling to himself. cheeks reddening, you realize; strawberry-kissed. he heaves a heavy sigh before digging his fingers into his eyes, deep enough that an ache develops in your own, and he opens his mouth to speak again when someone else approaches the table.
"okay, time to switcheroo!" he sings, grinning too cheerily at you, enough to make you laugh at his enthusiasm.
it darkens bakugou, considerably; "piss off," is all he says, scooting his chair further into the table as if to claim it. he barely gets another word out before the man is starting to protest, and the look he gives him then is awfully viscious: nostrils flared, looking up from beneath his long lashes and furrowed brow, as if this stranger had pissed in your champagne. "i said, fuck off, before i howitzer you through the—"
"okay!" you interrupt, reaching across the table with both hands to close one of bakugou's. his fingers are curled dangerously, and you swear you can see little sizzles of steam slipping between your linked fingers. "let's just—do an extra skip this time, okay? how about you just gives us this one, and you go to the next table?"
the man frowns — which is a bit flattering — but ultimately takes the lifeline you offer, trailing away without another word down to the next table. you can feel the couple on the other side watching you and bakugou now, a little open-mouthed, and your heart quickens at the worry that they're noticing him, that your new five minutes are going to be wasted, too.
—but his hand hasn't moved from yours and his eyes have returned, full to the brim with some emotion you can't read. if you had to guess, you'd say regret, maybe, but you aren't sure how to take that, and so you don't.
you should let him go, literally and figuratively, but the solidity of your logic is no match for the soft beat of butterfly wings in your gut.
"what are you doing?" you ask him again, softly, surely, because you want to hear the answer whatever it is. he either needs to deny you, here and now so you can move on — or he needs to acknowledge the confliction on his face, the soft intertwine of his fingers into yours.
bakugou looks at you now the way he does in the stairwell, the way he does when the sun is painting you warm, too. "i told you," he murmurs, "savin' you from some dumbass."
"but why do you even care?"
another heavy sigh falls from him and you can feel your glass-fragile heart breaking when his hand slips from yours, a little roughly. it surprises you when he grabs the champagne bottle from the center of the table and pours himself a small glass, downing it in one, bitter go before filling up your flute, too.
liquid confidence, maybe; his cheeks darken, noticeably, before he's running a rough hand over his face, still struggling to wash out the words.
"why the hell do you think?" he finally says, though his harsh question lacks the abrasive tone his voice usually has; instead it's gentler, more sincere, bakugou — katsuki — in his rawest form. "why d'you think i do—any of this shit?" one hand waves around to gesture to the span of the dining room, but you know he means more than that, much more. "you think i spend that much time after work just 'cause i have time to waste? jesus."
"i don't know," you say, earning a flat look. "why do you?"
"why do you?"
you take the glass from the center of the table and peer down into it, how it bubbles. maybe you're playing dumb and maybe that's what's really bothering him, but — someone like bakugou deals in absolutes, and you need him to do it now.
the struggle is clear, though, across his face, thickening how he swallows and turning down his lips that much more. you feel a bit bad in the silence, when the timer rings and the muscle in his cheek jumps again.
before anyone can even approach the table, he simply sticks his hand out, and the man beside you was definitely watching on, because he doesn't spare you a glance before going around.
and maybe, you think, decidedly, that's enough.
"because i don't want to go home yet," you tell him honestly, trying to ignore the blood rushing in your ears with his mouth twists and he starts to squirm at your truth. "because i'd rather spend the night with you in a stairwell, than anywhere else."
there's a ludicrous amount of tension that leaves his shoulders then, so much that you didn't notice it until it was gone, and he slumps back into his chair with pink ears, now. the sight makes you smile, widely, as if the sight is a confirmation.
maybe for him, it is.
"yeah, well," he grumbles, eyes dropping to the strawberries before darting away, as if he'd thought of something he shouldn't have. "that's what 'm sayin', too."
"no, you're not!" you laugh, nose crinkling when he side-eyes you with a frown. "you're not hardly saying anything!"
"i'm here, ain't i?" he argues, huffing like a bull. "makin' a damn idiot of myself just to stop you from—"
"—going home with some dumbass?"
"well, yeah!"
"so you want me to be going home with you, then?"
"yeah! no! i mean—" he scowls when you laugh again, lip pulling up over his teeth as if he means to bite into your softest parts, too. the thought is more thrilling that you're willing to admit — at least for now. "quit laughin'!"
but it's not just you; across the dining room, you realize mina's giggling, too, turned around in her seat, ignoring the chatty man that wouldn't shut up about his ex. when bakugou turns around to glare at her, she nearly tips out of her chair by throwing her head too far back, and when he moves to stand up like he needs to help her, all she does is wave at him to turn back around.
and he does, to you, cheeks flaring as he grabs the bottle of champagne again, pouring himself his own glass to glare into. he mutters out another quiet, "jesus" before slamming both his elbows on the table, rudely, and holding his glass up for — what you belatedly realize is — a cheers.
behind him, the afternoon sun has long since set, replaced now by nightfall and stars that shine through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows — but he glows regardless, and the look he gives you is just as warm.
#IT'S DONE I'M FREEEEEEE#literally i wrote both of these TODAY my brain is WORN OUT#somebody never let me wait this long again LMAOOOO#sorry that these are both dog water !!! :) i have no one to blame but myself !!!! :)#but it's DONE WEEEEEEE#WAAAAHH nikuniku gave me the idea of speed dating with bakugou 😭 where he just — absolutely refuses to play LOL#cuuuteeee#will edit in the morning brain sleepy.....#✿ willow writes#✿ one shot: bakugou
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單身, 剛分手不久,希望找一個不進入生活的砲友,需要才聯繫,不打擾也不需要負責的那種 我喜歡性格好比較謙虛的哥哥或者弟弟,有誠意的加我https://t.me/zz12345c
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Keychain Update! <-
The batch came into me a few days ago, only for the majority, if not all of them to have a printing error! Some have it more prominent and/or in different locations but they all appear to have a faint white outline to them, which the initial batch did not have.
I contacted the company to have the batch remade, here is hoping they can get a new batch to me soon with no errors!
Apologies for the shipping delay this will cause, but I thought it would be better than giving you all anything faulty. In exchange I am also giving you all a little surprise bonus sticker :)
I cannot give an exact ship date at the moment, I will update you all, and send them out as soon as I can!
In the meanwhile... I need to look into options for adopting out all these B-grades..... so.... so many of them.......
#2al merch#everyone cheer the company on to speed redo the order#pretty please#pretty pretty please#its going to take about 10 days for the new batch to even GET here so...?#2 weeks?#is that the new estimated ship out date?#I mean go me#I am still holding by my goal of before the 21st that was on the initial listing#but yeah I will probably make a separate listing for all these b-grades#and would be sold for cheaper ofc#I will probably get to that once the new batch comes in#meh we get there when we get there#but oh my god#theres so many of them#they are going to eat me out of house and home#sniffles#i cant care for them all!!!!!!!!!!!!!#theres too many to love!!!!!!!#all these poor baby b grades need loving homes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#oh yeah if you bought a keychain already but you want two#just like.#let me know#ill throw in a b grade free of charge#looks up* wow thats what I call a tag wall
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started stardew valley for the first time. born to remember villager likes and dislikes forced to immediately forget it the moment i take my eyes off thw wiki
#HELP. HEEEELPP <- THE FORGETTER#i have 18 different tabs open and im pretty sure half of them are duplicates. i have not made anything past 5000G i am so cooked#rn im at summer 11 ish?? i cant remember dates in real life either jesus christ GRIPPING THE COMMUNITY CALENDAR WITH MY BARE HANDS#my ass really went into this like “ill just take it easy and go into it blind so i get the newborn baby deer experience" completely ignoran#to the fact that i get anxious disappointing ppl and not having any background knowledge going into smth new. like a FOOL#also the walking speed is just slow enough to make me space out and forget where i was going and what i needed to do head in my hands#ive had to backtrack all over pelican town so many different times im in fucking adhd hell. resource management hell#im saying this like i hate it but its actually pretty fun and engaging when im not gripping my head trying to remember what i was doing#i got linus' 2 heart event and it made me whimper a little. LINUSSS LINUS I LIKE HIM. AND WILLY AND MARNIE THEYRE SO NICEYS#marnie kinda like.. reminds me of my friends mom even her face is pretty similar. shes sweet i like her. also willy calls me lad hes cool#i think im just gonna start a new save and NOT rely on the fucking mixed seed forages bc my ass was too stubborn to buy seeds#i just got sebastians 2 heart event too ughhh ive never had to work so hard for an emo boys approval. but it was satisfying#corn will fix me. its a replenishable summer-fall crop corn has to fucking fix me PLEASE#i also. made a stardew valley farmer. the one im playing as. their name is cosmo they have a backstory and everything im making#him a ref. his backstory is so fucking funny just wait#yapping#diary#puppy plays sdv
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Was going to to try to go to speed dating tonight but I also so so desperately do not feel like doing any of the steps needed to make that actually happen
#dating nonsense#speed dating#would need to get dressed and do hair and makeup in the next hour or so#and i dread driving to the location and the horror that is finding parking#i wish i had someone to poke me into going#or even better someone to drive me there 😭#or best of all I'd rather just already be in a relationship and not have to go to speed dating at all
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Make a wish on a shooting star!
#I wish... for a break lol#No but really the speed if events in this game is killing me#obey me#obey me shall we date#obey me nightbringer#obey me!#om! nightbringer#obey me what day is it today?
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⋆。♡
#love love#dan and phil#currently punching their lighting with all i have in me#daniel howell#amazingphil#phil lester#danandphilgames#dan and phil games#my edits#dnpgames#gamingmas 2023#Dan and Phil Go Speed Dating!#10:52
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I just found out Tommy and David are breaking up off panel and honestly if this was done correctly I would have been fine with it (not happy but fine). Im not against couples breaking up, not every paring has to be endgame. But for Marvel to have done it correctly for me they would 1) have to have had the break up on panel and 2) have this be the beginning of some good character development for BOTH of them. I just don't think Marvel is gonna do that.
#comics#marvel comics#i have zero trust in marvels ability to do this right but maybe they'll surprise me#i like tommy and david as seperate characters as well. but are they gonna mcu ify tommy or something? are they doing this cus tommy might be#in the new Agatha mcu show with billy and they dont want Tommy to be dating a mutant cus they dont exist?#(not saying that as fact im just thinking)#are they gonna forgets tommy exists now? now to David sure have him step away from krakoa and the xmen but tommy has no associations with#them. is he gonna not associate with his friends? why give him a bf after a break up and wanting to step away? what are their plans here?#why?#i have no faith in marvel to do this with grace#david alleyne#are we gonna see Davids family? who is this new bf gonna be?#prodigy#xmen#young avengers#tommy shepherd#speed#tommy maximoff#and why OFF PANEL! half their relationship was off panel they cant even give us a break up on panel?
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She's just so 🩷
#good coursing day. rough first run. she was accidentally tackled and took a tumble#but recovered beautifully and basically seemed to feel like it was nbd#tbh my heart was in my throat with that tumble so it being minor makes today 10/10 imo#and. because im proud of her. her second run was probably her best run to date#she was right on the lure. didn't lose speed at all. started strong and kept the momentum#also she did not take me on a joy run of the field. which she was just starting to do in the last couple times we went coursing#she barely thrashed the bunny and came right to me when i called her#i wish i hadn't been alone today and could've recorded that second run!!
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The Window to You, The Other
okay this is like, semi related. Pre-RGBverse stuff let's call it. My adhd addled brain can't figure out if it's consistent or not or if the convo jumps around too much but i also,,,,,kinda too tired to bother now, jkerlsdg.
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Hannah (IDU!gf) and BJ (IDU!bf) talk :) it's completely normal.
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Sometimes it’s better, sometimes it’s worse. But whether he wants it or not, the smoke stings in his throat and burns in his lungs. A too bright fire flashes in his vision, his eyes already too dry to see anything beyond the white, black, and licks of orange dancing in mockery.
He’s dying, he belatedly recognizes. He’s dying, and someone killed him.
“Your death is an unrighteous one.” He hears Grayson say, days later when he finally stops running away. The older Reaper hangs over him like a vulture, eyeing its prey sprawled out on an open field. “...Come with me.”
The burning never goes away. It crawls on his skin and leaves him hating it. A persistent itch lingers in his lungs. The air hangs thick with black smoke and the scent of burning plastic. It’s his death all over again. He’s dead but it’s like his mind hasn’t fully caught up with the fact.
So like a rat in a wheel, it goes. And goes. And goes and goes and—
“BJ…? BJ! Liam!”
He jolts awake, body spasming as he immediately falls off of the bed he’s borrowing and onto the expensive hardwood floor. Between the mess that he’s made himself and the light thump of his landing, he’s no worse for wear thankfully.
Where the hell was he again…?
“...BJ?” Hannah’s face looks down at him from atop her bed, worry written all over her face. “...Are you okay?”
“Huh? Uh, yeah?” He replies, drawing a smile onto his face as he pulls himself upright. “Why?”
She doesn’t look convinced.
“You were having a nightmare again, weren’t you?”
He deflates instantly. Well, that’s kind of on him for trying to lie to his girlfriend.
“Kinda. Reapers aren’t supposed to really sleep, y’know?” he relents, averting his gaze. At least he doesn’t get the morning sleep haze like he used to. “...how long did I…?”
She rolls her eyes.
“Just ten or so minutes. Come here, you dummy,” she patted the mattress, inviting him back. “I’m still picking that new full body mirror my parents want me to replace, remember?.”
Instead of actually getting on the bed, BJ shuffles closer and sets his chin on the edge of the mattress. To accommodate, Hannah rotates her laptop halfway so that they both are able to see the screen.
“...They’re all so expensive.” Is his immediate reaction, seeing prices all the way to a thousand on the curated list Hannah had been given.
Her parents were still the same, after all; absolute control freaks in ever minute detail. BJ’s not sure how much energy they would need to micromanage all this, or how they have it at all. Seemed like a complete waste of time.
“...Not really? They’re only three-hundred dollars. That’s still on the lower end. My old one was in the five hundreds.”
He makes a face at that statement. Sometimes he forgets that she was also immensely rich and not raised in a frugal, stingy household like he was.
“Still, I didn’t think that Sebastian would destroy the old one,” Hannah remarked offhandedly as she continued down the list. “He seemed…fun, if a little gross.”
BJ winced. It was technically more of his fault, since he had riled up the older Reaper. But only because he would budge on who ‘Pinnochio’ was. Honestly he should’ve asked Rammy to accompany him. At least she was reasonable about her outbursts, and was liable to smash something out of nowhere.
‘Mommy issues: old man version.’ Not that Fafnir could be measured on a human age scale, but everything about her had promptly flew over his head.
“This one looks like my old one,” Hannah said, snapping him out of his musings as she pointed to her screen.
“...isn’t it kind of small?” He scoots further onto the bed to get a better look at the screen.
“I mean, maybe? But it has a wooden frame and backing. Maybe it’ll stand up to a little beating. Plus, it’s not like you need to walk through it to get to your…spooky dead people land, right?” She jabs, smiling.
“Why would I need a mirror for that…?” he asks, genuine confusion setting in.
“I’m just joking, BJ. There’s a lot of media that uses mirrors as portals is all.” She pushes the laptop aside after shutting it off. “TVs too. I guess anything with a screen can be a conduit to the supernatural.”
“In fiction,” he amends.
“Yes, in fiction,” she agrees. “...How is that side doing, by the way?”
“Huh?” He sits up a little straighter.
“You know. With Sebastian. I know Grayson left recently, but I don’t know what that really means for you. You don’t really talk about him now. You used to whine all the time about how he wasn’t letting you steal his coat or taught you something new.”
“Them,” he corrects as a habit. “It’s um…” he wrestles with the words to talk about it.
“You’re doing that thing with your hands again…” Hannah says, pointing out his fidgeting fingers in his lap. “...is it that bad?”
“No! It’s not bad, I still see them. They’re not gone or anything,” he crossed his arms.
“And the others?”
That question was harder to answer.
“...I dunno. I don't really go to Veilside anymore. Everyone I give a shit about is here; you, Grayson, my parents...”
“What about Sebastian?” Hannah asks.
“He’s a Reaper. I don’t need to look out for him,” he replies defensively. The skull-headed man was downright obnoxious to be around, what with the constant teasing and jokes that might as well come from a twelve-year-old’s mouth. The guy was at least five hundred…
“Rammy?”
“She’s busy.” Looking out for her still living family and all. Truthfully, they were both doing the same thing, so he can understand.
“Grayson…?”
“I told youuuuu, they’re not a Reaper anymore! They’re doing like…rehab or something. I dunno,” he mumbled the last part. He last visited maybe two weeks ago now, back when they first woke up. Not sure what they were doing now, but they were probably fine without him.
Hannah only sighed at the rebuttals, weak as they were.
“Is there really nothing better for you to do other then…haunting me?”
“Hey! I go out and do other things!”
“For three days out of a seven day week, because I made you.” She immediately pointed out, an unimpressed look directed at him.
“Guh.” He wilted.
“...I’m just worried okay? Not that dying but still being around is normal or anything, but you’re always around me and I don’t hear about how you’re doing. You weren’t even this clingy before the accident.” She kneels down on the ground and pries his hand out of the deathgrip he has himself in. Her hand is warm, as it usually is nowadays, and BJ finds himself reluctantly letting her have it. “So can you tell me why?”
He could just brush it off, take his hand back, and go back to being a shithead about his own feelings. But it’s just Hannah. She has a right to know, wouldn’t she?
“...I have to be around when you die, y’know?” He lets himself say, “So your soul doesn’t drift off and—”
Not that the universe wants him to finish, anyways.
The shrill call of his girlfriend’s ringtone cuts through the air, drowning him out. He falls quiet anyways, as she has to answer it. There’s only two people still living in this world that have her number, afterall, and they’re the kind of people who don’t like to wait.
Hannah’s face is stone still as she listens. The call cuts without her having said a single word beyond a simple noise of affirmation.
“Sorry, I have to go. They’re…parked in the front already. Tell me next time?” She says, standing up. He stands up with her and follows her to the bedroom door.
“...yeah. Okay.” Regret and guilt stings his lungs, but he keeps himself from coughing.
The door closes, leaving him in an empty house. The warmth of her hand was already leaving his, even as he held it against his chest. A chest filled with ash and soot and that no longer intakes air, of a heart that no longer beats, of flesh that isn’t warm.
‘...I don’t want you ending up as demon fuel, with no one to guide you.’ He finishes for no one in particular.
He supposes he’ll follow her around now. Just out of reach, but ready if the worst comes to past. It’s the least he can do after going back on his word, after all, even if the circumstances were completely out of his hands.
#storm.doc#<- new tag for writing stuff though i don't know how much i'll do this hhhhh#IDU!au#In Death Unfavoured#IDU!bf#IDU!gf#writing stuff is like my way of speeding through how i wanna characterize these goobers#i have more ideas for that trivia now but i think i'll start that at a later date#my anxiety's chewing me out since i haven't posted my writing work for like 5 years now
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Inktober Day 5: Theater Play
#inktober2023#ink sans#traditional art#utmv#ut au#undertale#Art#i had a date cancel on me but jokes on them I had enough time to speed run this instead >:)#Introvert goals#Sans aus#undertale multiverse#i had a dream about theater masks last week actually#Messy but fun#October#Inktober#My art
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Released to [REDACTED]. SPK 02-04-10 6:45 PM
also released:
3 - One (1) sealed bag s/c cigarettes & lighter which were found in right exterior vest pocket of unnamed male accomplice.
4 - One (1) sealed bag s/c polaroid photo which was found in left interior vest pocket of unnamed male accomplice.
Note: victim posthumously identified as one Mail Jeevas, DOB 02/01/1990 (aged 19yrs at time of death). Request that Gevanni update documentation accordingly. - N
always thinking about the polaroids matt and mello didnt get to take + the amount of clean up and paperwork near and the SPK probably had to do after they seized all the kira case files from 'L'... also like. do you think near had to identify matts body. who else was there that couldve done it. anyway whatever teehee <3
+ 'clean'(er) version without all the scratches and stuff:
#death note#mellodramattic#mellomatt#mihael keehl#mail jeevas#my art#full color#posts only show up in the first five tags right... whatevs thats plenty#literally based the caption off an evidence release related to the jfk assassination so if i wrote the documentation out wrong no i didnt!!#anyway. theyre trans + in love + deserved to take cute photos of themselves#and whenever i added the frame iwl ohhh. theres only one person who COULD have this picture. which is when i decided to add the blood stain#i PERSONALLY dont think matt and mello were in contact until after mells left lidners hotel but we can pretend. for the sake of the art#re: the date on the photo + mello not having his scars i mean#also mello is a type o negative fan you CANNOT change my mind its so real to me. i Know It. anesthesia is ON my mellodramattic playlist#obviously ref'ed from that one GQ shoot w jesse rutherford and devon carlson... idk them but i LOVE those photos theyre so fun#i need to look up more of taylor rainbolts photography bc i feel like theres a looot of potential insp to be had there for my work#ANYWAY! theres a plain-er version under the cut if u wanna see it w/out as many overlays and scratches and such#im so glad 2 be done w this piece i have been working on it on and off since. NOVEMBER OF 2022...#ITS AUGUST OF 2023 NOW. I DRAW AT A NORMAL SPEED DW ABOUT IT <3#death note spoilers#<--- for my beloved nat
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saiki k is 90% stellar comedy and 10% what the FUCK
#most of the time it’s hilarious and amazing#the shenanigans make me laugh so hard I cry#but then 10% of the time it suddenly gets so dark it’s like being thrown out of a moving vehicle#and then the driver does a 180 picks you back up and speeds off#without so much as a word of acknowledgment that you FELL OUT OF THE CAR#draft dated Jun 28 2021
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Happy birthday Alhaitham :)
#I speed ran this drawing due to me mixing up his birthday date lol#the other characters were supposed to be chibis…ahaha#digital art#drawing#fanart#my art#genshin impact#genshin alhaitham#happy birthday alhaitham
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