#two rabbits that won’t leave me the hell alone

[golmorehotgirl]

When I was playing the second half of DT I was like “damn these two are just married in all but legality at this point” especially by the end. That said, even though I do truly believe they’ve become very bonded due to experiencing a mutual trauma that definitely brings them closer then they’ve ever been, I do wonder if Eren will feel a need to pull away even if just for a bit. I know his whole arc was learning to let people in and opening up and sharing feelings/emotions and he already is showing signs of improvement but I don’t believe someone would change that drastically overnight lol Part of me wonders if he won’t need to break off for awhile to really process everything that happened (him going solo and telling Iyaate about everything being part of that I think.) So their little (deserved) summer vacation they’re getting to have of backpacking all over Xak Tural will naturally have an end as he embarks on his travels and WOL™️ business inevitably picks up. I do think part of it will be because he just needs space to be by himself and really get over it all because I think that’s how he’s learned to do it and he’s still getting used to any other way. That’s not to say anything about their relationship, and if you were to ask him and he answered honestly he’d probably tell you he wouldn’t have fared half as well as he has so far if it hadn’t been for her being there (and their friends ofc.)

[cultofdixon]

Relapsing back to old habits

Daryl Dixon [PLATONIC] • She/Her Pronouns • Youngest Dixon Sister!Reader • It’s been years since the world fell and Daryl thought you would tell him anything that bothered you. But here you were finding out your brother found your stash • ANGST/SFW • TW: Relapses / Marijuana / Scars / Injuries

Requested by: Anon

“Y/N?” Daryl called out when he entered the house after taking his morning watch. “I could use a hand with the snares around the gates”

Nothing. Which…was weird for his sister. But even then, she’s not the excited little girl that would come running at a full sprint to greet her brother anymore. She still would greet him with her presence minus the bone crushing hug.

To be honest with you, Daryl wished she didn’t grow up in the conditions that she did. Let alone grow up in an apocalypse. The end of the world changed everybody.

Daryl decided to make his way to her bedroom to see if she was in there. The Dixons stay with the Grimes given Carol moved to the Kingdom. The two help with the kids, ever since Rick’s disappearance.

It was a lot.

Whoever didn’t feel for Michonne, was just an asshole. Imagine finding out you’re pregnant while your husband explodes.

Then there’s Daryl, you’ve lost so much in this lifetime that the closest thing to a brother just is gone with zero remains…who knows what’s he’s battling internally.

The last thing he’d want is to lose his sister in all this mess. He wanted to spend time with her in that moment but not finding her was irritating him.

“Where is that girl” Daryl frowns knocking on her bedroom door only for no reply so he decides to open it.

He likes to remember when they used to live in a one bedroom apartment with Merle.

During arguments Y/N would storm off and close her door in Daryl’s face that it annoyed him to where he’d tell her “don’t make me remove this door”

But he never did. Hell, he added a lock to the door because of Merle’s high escapades getting more aggressive

Daryl checked around the room for any signs of her leaving but even if Y/N is an adult now and doesn’t need him to know where she’s at 24/7…it’s a security thing for her for him to know. Her calling card is leaving her lucky rabbit’s foot that he got her during their prison days on her night stand to tell him she’s still around. She doesn’t leave the community without it.

As he went to pick it up, he kicked something under her bed and while part of him shouldn’t check it. He decided to do so anyway.

To Daryl’s surprise…a rather unpleasant one

“Fuck…” Daryl frowns opening the box to find her stash. It was two boxes of smokes, a baggie with what he assumes to be weed, and the obvious lighter. I thought she quit he only started to feel worse.

The fuck you have there?!

U-Uhm. Weed?

Y/N. You didn’t get that from Merle did you?! His shit is always laced with something! Please fucking tell me—-

No! I didn’t! I got it from a friend…I wasn’t going to smoke it

For the love of whatever god out there. Don’t ever.

Daryl it’s not going to kill me…

“C’mon Dog, gotta grab my gear before Daryl comes” Her voice echoed the hall causing Daryl to freeze in his place knowing damn well he won’t be able to escape.

Dog nudged the door open with his snoot and stared directly at Daryl. He found a Mal pup in the woods and thought Y/N could use a companion when he was gone looking for Rick.

All the eldest Dixon could do was stare directly at Dog and wait for his sister to shortly come in to notice the staring contest. More importantly the box where she keeps her stash being open in Daryl’s lap.

They’re just cigarettes, bubs. You smoke them

Yeah, don’t mean by baby sister should

As much as I appreciate you being the father figure in my life over Merle. You gotta realize it’s the end of the world. Once the pack is gone, I won’t do it anymore.

You promise?

If it helps you sleep at night, Dar. I promise

Y/N was now the one staring blankly at Daryl as she shoves her hands in her coat pockets not uttering a word. But also not freaking out either. She didn’t want this to become an argument so she walked toward him taking the box from his hands and setting it on the nightstand. Next to be grabbed was her rabbit’s foot as she attaches it to her belt loop on her pants.

“My bow is downstairs, I gotta pack my bag. Mind waiting down there?” Y/N knew what his original intentions were, given Aaron was informed what he was doing and when he saw her walking the community he informed her of her brother’s whereabouts.

The eldest Dixon decided to listen and leave to meet her downstairs.

Soon the two were walking the woods tracking a deer, Y/N glances every once in a while toward Dog who happily trotted beside her in a sweater she made for him. Ignoring the worry filled silence coming from her brother. She seems to have to break the silence more nowadays.

“Any news? On Rick?”

“Nah…was thinking of expandin’ my search. Go further up the river”

“Mm.” Y/N frowns turning away from her brother to check some damage done to a tree to see if it’s a walker or something else.

Daryl watches her carefully noticing her saddened expression after telling her plans about heading further away in the search for Rick. He only snapped out of it when they heard the snap of twigs and spotting the deer.

Before Daryl could even ready his crossbow, Y/N stopped him which he then noticed the two babies with the deer.

“You promised”

“So did you” Y/N frowns walking away to go further into the woods without disturbing the deer and in hopes of finding something else.

You said you’d stay this time

I am gonna stay. Michonne just had RJ and the community needs help.

Is that all?

What do you mean?

The end of the world took a lot from me too Daryl. The last thing I’d want is to lose you too

You won’t ever lose me, bug.

You don’t know that.

Y/N…what do you want me to do? To reassure yea that I’m not going anywhere.

Please just stay. Go out until nightfall, come home at the end of the day. Just so I know you’re alive and not…

Okay. I promise.

You better not be telling me what I want to hear.

Bug, I promise.

The arrow pierced right into the raccoon as the squeak it made only hurt Y/N. But meat is meat nowadays. As she went to retrieve her arrow and her catch, Daryl couldn’t hold it any longer.

“Why’d yea hide that stuff from me?”

“Because I’m an adult. I’m allowed to have some privacy with my belongings”

“Fine. But you said you stopped smoking. Hell—-You’ve got weed! Where the fuck do you come across that?!”

“That’s none of your damn business!” Y/N snapped at him as she felt the regret, she felt the pain she’s been internalizing—numbing. “I can handle myself, Daryl. I ain’t an addict like Merle. I ain’t gonna go crazy and tear myself apart just because of some marijuana and cigarettes”

“How can you be for certain?”

“Because my brother never coming home does the job” Y/N felt the tears come on as she quickly turned away to try and stop them. Daryl tried to rest his hand on her shoulder but she pulled away. “You ain’t the only one to lose Rick, but why does losing that man mean I have to suffer and never see the only blood I have left”

“Y/N…”

Y/N tensed to the sound of crunching as Daryl quickly readied his crossbow and shot at the sound. One of many squirrels they’d be getting out there. As he passed her to grab his catch, her tears fell.

“When we found the prison, you promised then you’d always be there for me.” Y/N formed fists to contain her anger and slow the tears. “Then Merle died and you were wrecked…so I took on a lot because I couldn’t process my feelings. He was a dirtbag. But he was my brother. It killed a part of me that I wanted an escape that wasn’t harming myself directly. I couldn’t find shit then so I suffered. Then you got kidnapped and I destroyed Carol’s house in Alexandria. I tore off the wallpaper, broke all the dining room chairs, threatened to kill Spencer and broke all the glassware…I thought I had lost you then and I couldn’t escape that old familiar feeling…then the day after Rick died, you left and I cried for days. I lost someone important to me permanently and temporary at the same time. He meant a lot to me too, Daryl. He saved me countless times and I will forever be in the Grimes’ debt. But why did you have to go back on your promise all the fucking time?” She pulled herself away storming off in a sense as Daryl quickly picked up his catch and followed her.

“Y/N—-I was—-“

“Nah. None of that “I was doing this for more than me” crap. Because Michonne would understand if you took breaks and shit. But you never did. Never even bothered to check on me when you did come home…”

“Y/N…”

“I was 15 when this shit started. Now I’m in my 20s and I want the whole fucking world to just burn because of how many times it’s burned me…” Y/N frowns, tripping on an outgrown tree root resulting in Dog quickly sniffing her and Daryl rushing to her side being pushed off of her at first. “Why did you leave me? You’re my big brother and you left me” she sobbed leaning into Daryl as he wrapped himself tightly around her feeling the tears wet his eyes.

“I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to. I didn’t want to…I thought I owed him something. I do owe him my life and just…I’m sorry I stopped trying for yea. I should’ve done better”

Y/N simply continued to sob and latched onto her brother feeling him tighten his hold.

“Please don’t leave me anymore…take me with you or just stay longer”

A few hours passed since then and Y/N found herself on the porch steps with Dog laid by her feet while she took out one of her cigarettes and her lighter. She struggled a bit for the light and it felt like a sign when Daryl handed his zippo to her after stepping out for his own smoke.

“Supporting my bad habits?”

“Nah, joining” Daryl brought himself to sit beside her causing Dog to stir and bring himself to rest his head on his knee. As Daryl starts to pet the pup, Y/N lit her cigarette smoking it a bit before sharing with her brother. “So I have a proposal”

“You leaving again and trying to butter me up with something?”

“Nah. I want yea to come with me.” Daryl stated watching the confusion write itself on her face. “Two sets of eyes are better than one…and Dog”

“…if you have something of Rick, maybe Dog can pick up something” Y/N suggests taking her cigarette back. “We could make camp out there”

“Exactly. Even visit the other communities.” Daryl started, watching her light up slightly and give him a more curious look. “See Carol and Zeke”

Her smile that he’s missed for so long returned from something as simple as seeing old friends. But she was also happy to have her brother back…

[good-beanswrites]

If you're still taking requests, could I ask for Futa finding our that Yuno was lying about getting beaten up in her first interrogation?

You sure can 👀👀👀👀 Omg, I'm a fake 02-03 fan, how have I never thought about that moment before? I assumed he'd know eventually, but for someone who's so honest (and likely already has issues with a disloyal friend group) an actual confession would be so painful... Thank you so much for the request, it reminded me how much I loved writing these two ;--;

“I can’t believe it!” Fuuta laid across Yuno’s bed, staring up at the ceiling. “I can’t fucking believe it!”

“Ooh~ is this about Shidou-san?” Yuno stepped out of a pair of shoes, grabbing another. She walked back and forth with accessories she’d requested or borrowed from the others. After scrutinizing them in the mirror, she’d try on something else. 

“Of course it is! Why aren’t you freaking out about this?”

It was a rhetorical question, she knew. This was one of those times Fuuta wasn’t really listening to anything except the rant in his own head. It could be annoying, but between him and Mahiru, Yuno actually enjoyed the chance to sit back and let someone else take over the conversation. 

“He comes out of his interrogation, casually laughing about the warden being young and kicking him, then expects us to be okay with it? That makes four out of five interrogations someone got hurt! It’s a good thing I showed them they can’t fuck with someone like me, eh? But a pushover like Shidou gets abused and laughs! Argh!” 

Fuuta sat up suddenly, trying to find somewhere to put his anger. He caught Yuno’s eye through the mirror. “There’s no way this is legal, locking us up with some violence-crazed warden! You know what I just keep thinking about, every day?”

Yuno gave a small “hm?” knowing he’d tell her anyway. She turned her eyes away, pretending to fix the ribbon in her hair. It was becoming less and less enjoyable to sit back and let him talk, this time. She was starting to see where this conversation would end. She knew what she needed to do.

“I just keep thinking, what are we going to do about Mahiru?”

“What do you mean?”

She was met with a dumbfounded look. 

“We can’t just let her go in there by herself! Haruka and Shidou have some size and strength on Es, so like a coward they only showed a bit of force. But they know you and Muu were much smaller and weaker, so they really took it out on you both. I mean, I could hear Muu crying during her interrogation, and she came out still sniffling. Whatever the hell happened, it can’t be good. Just think of what’ll happen to Mahiru if we leave her alone in there! I’ve started thinking about what we can do.”

She laughed, picking up a headband. “Fuuta, you can’t do anything. It’s not like you’d be able to break in during the interrogation. I’m sure Mahiru-san will be just fine.”

“You can’t be sure, in a place like this. I’ve been thinking about this! I was even talking to Kotoko, and we think it’s possible to sneak in beforehand.”

“And if you get caught? What if you get Mahiru-san in more trouble?”

It was all she could think to say. She knew the truth had to come out eventually, but if there was a chance she could calm Fuuta down and avoid a fight altogether, she’d take it. Yuno wasn’t afraid of him. However, just because he was all bark and no bite didn’t make his bite any easier to handle. If she was putting the pieces together correctly, it still did end up killing someone…

Instead of slowing down, his face lit up with even more intensity. He leapt to his feet, appearing behind Yuno in the mirror. “See, that’s where my backup plan comes in! We’ll get the others involved. An interrogation will be the perfect time to stage a riot because –”

“Oh, Fuuta.”

“– I mean it! How are they and that stupid rabbit going to stop all of us, huh? It’s high time we stood up to this injustice! Give that brat a taste of their own medicine –”

“Just, listen for a second.”

“– We won’t use any violence or anything! Unlike them, we’re above that. Just give them a good scare, and demand that they –”

“Fuuta.”

“What?” He sounded exasperated, but paused to let her speak. She hadn’t raised her voice; he was learning to tell when she was serious.

“There’s... something I need to tell you.” Her tone made it clear that this would be a pretty weighty confession. Annoyance flashed across his face, like is now really the time for this? 

Yuno turned to face him. She reached for his hands, knowing the wonders a bit of physical contact can do. Fuuta just rolled his eyes as he tore his hands away. She was constantly reminded that her usual tricks didn’t work on him. She also reminded herself, however, that it was a relief. She didn’t feel like holding hands now.

“I… I wasn’t honest about my interrogation. Es didn’t touch me. They were actually really calm, and we had a good conversation. They didn’t want the others to hear that and just walk all over them, so I promised to tell the story they came up with. I heard Muu talking, and she didn’t face any violence either. She was just scared.”

“You – she – what?” Fuuta sputtered on his words. His face turned a few shades redder than it already had been in his excitement.

“The lie wasn’t supposed to be a big deal, or drag out this long. Definitely not to the point of inspiring a prison riot, oh god. I felt bad that you even went after Es because of it–”

“Yeah!” His voice rose. “I stood up to them for you! I coulda gotten punished for that!”

“No, Es knew why you did it, so I’m sure they never would have –”

“You can’t be sure!” He turned to pace the cell, emotion leaking out in sudden pitches in his voice, or a hand jerking up in wild gestures. “So when were you planning on telling me? Or were you just going to lie to my face for another few months?”  She could see the gears turning in his head – all the arguments and comebacks and insults he was formulating. “And what else have you been lying to me about?” 

That’s when she noticed that the look in his eyes wasn’t one of rage. Nor was the blood in his cheeks. Though he was indeed angry, he was also dealing with the embarrassing truth of being lied to for months.

“I haven’t lied about anything else,” she assured him. She bowed her head. “And I won’t. I’m so sorry. It was supposed to be something quick that everyone forgot about. Once they had their interrogation and had their own impression of the warden, no one would think about it.”

“You expect me to believe a shitty excuse like that? Why would we all just forget?”

“Fuuta…” She smiled sadly. “Everyone did forget. You’re the only one who still talks about it. You’re the only one who’s done anything in response. I felt so guilty you’d put yourself out like that, for me, someone you barely met.” 

Yuno paused. She hadn’t meant to use any flattery to steer the conversation. She was supposed to just tell him the truth and leave it at that.

But this wasn’t flattery. She was still speaking the truth. “Everyone else did exactly what I expected, except you. You stood up for me. I don’t take that lightly, okay? I’m grateful.”

Fuuta’s eyes burned with more fury. He jabbed a pointing finger at her.

“You’re right!” 

“...eh?”

“Those bastards didn’t do a single thing! They heard a young girl got abused and they just let it happen? They tried laughing it off? How dare they!” He whirled around. “Oh, I’m gonna give them a –”

Yuno grabbed the back of his uniform “You aren’t going to do anything. If you get everyone riled up now, it’ll be for nothing, remember? But you can’t tell. I still promised Es I’d keep their secret through the first trial.”

“Tch, you don’t owe them shit.”

“If you tell, you’ll get me in trouble. Please.” She let go of him. “Can I trust you with this?”

He kept his back to her. “You didn’t before.”

“You’re right.” She wasn’t the type to waffle around with excuses.

She started putting away her things. It was almost mealtime, and she didn’t have the heart to continue, anyway. Through the mirror, she watched Fuuta hang around the doorway. His expression shifted through emotions that Yuno couldn’t quite put her finger on. All his fire was fizzling out.

“Just… you swear it won’t happen again?” 

“I swear.”

Fuuta nodded. Then, a grin. “And you swear I can tell them off after this trial ends?”

She returned the smirk. “One promise at a time, ’kay?”

[emilykaldwen]

@mercurygray called my ass out and sent me Moonlight Serenade to finally get me to start that WWII!Abrogon AU, If Found, Please Return. Which is basically Westeros 1940s esque dragon war.

Send me a Song title au + oc/ship!

this was supposed to be a list of ideas buuuut instead you get a two page drabble because I had feelings. this is unbeta'd and like, I literally just finished writing it but it came to me so fast so it's a good monday methinks

Aegon didn’t want to go.

Oh, he’d been ready, Warrior save him (and hells, how his mother would not stop praying and trying to fit every little woven symbol of the god among his things to the point where he gently, but firmly, told her to stop and give some to Aemond. Him and Vhagar were headed towards Volantis with the Redwyne Raiders to hold The Orange Coast), Aegon had been eager in the way someone who doesn’t fear the Stranger could only be.

What better way to prove himself than command his own battalion from the back of his dragon and show that he was made of sterner stuff than the soft bellied boy that his grandfather spat at him.

What better way to gain his own father’s attention?

Cold fingers tighten through his and he brushes his lips against the crown of Abrogail’s hair, where all he can smell is bergamot and rose and feels the knot of nerves inside him ease.

“I stand and I wait for the touch of your hand in the June night,” he sang to her as the music of the band wafted over them. He felt her little huff of laughter against his shoulder where her cheek rested, breathless from the wild spinning along the dance floor moments before. He could feel the way her heart hammered against her ribs and how it echoed in him.

‘Why leave?’ He thought. Why leave when he could crawl between her ribs and settle himself in the space inside where he was loved and wanted, and he could keep her warm. He could stay with her. 

Maybe he should demand his battalion get sent to Norvos where Abby’s own orders were sending her. His little rabbit had answered the call and was a nurse at the hospital there.

‘I won’t be far.’ He would be in the hills and patrolling up towards Lorath Bay. How far the Triarchy wars had spread and Westeros had entered the fray once Tyrosh fell and the Velaryon fleet in the Stepstones had been attacked.

“I should put labels in your clothes as I do my sketchbooks,” Abby murmured and rubbed her cheek against his shoulder. Aegon cuddled her closer. “If found, please return.” The front of her sketchbooks held the same plea, decorated with little rabbits with pleading faces and the address of her father’s law office in King’s Landing.

Aegon chuckled and tilted his head down so he could brush his mouth against the shell of her ear. “So if they find me, they’ll dump me on your father’s desk. I’m sure the man wants words with me.”

“If you’re implying he’s hoping you do not come back, you are sorely mistaken.” Her kiss was warm against his shoulder and Aegon shivered, his hand tightening against the curve of her hip. “If you do not come back, neither do-”

“Hush,” he cut in, a nip to her ear for such talk. She tilted her head back to look at her. Eyes as blue as the Narrow Sea, as blue as the sky he and Sunfyre adored. Abby’s heart shaped mouth was painted a deep red, her curls brushed into submission into a golden red cloud around her shoulders. Aegon rested her other hand on his shoulder so he could cup her cheek. “We’re both coming back. As if anything happens that far north from the fighting anyway. The worst that’ll happened is I’ll get court martialed for getting caught coming to see you.”

Abby scrunched her pretty face up in a familiar, disbelieving expression. “Well, I will miss Sunfyre awfully much. Almost as much as I’ll miss you.”

“I stand at your gate and I sing you a song in the moonlight,” he continued and Abby’s scrunched up face eased into the soft, dreamy expression that made him wish they were alone, made him wish they were back in his room or away at the little cabin outside Harrenhal where none would bother them.

“A love song, my darling, a Moonlight Serenade,” she sang back to him and he pressed his mouth to hers. Her fingers tangled into his short hair to hold him close, feet moving to stand on his so he could guide them both.

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[starlightmeadowbloom]

Disney’s Greatest Lad

Sebastian (the Little Mermaid): [talking] You honestly think we should trust these guys?

Scuttle (the Little Mermaid): [talking] Hey, we having more unusual guests coming here in this studio! What more could we ask for?

Flounder (the Little Mermaid): [talking] Ask them to leave?

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From the Big Boss of Hell himself
Check out his glowing reviews on Yelp

Pain (Hercules): [talking] Five stars!

Panic (Hercules): [talking] Flawless!

The Fates (Hercules): [talking] Greater than great!

Gaston (Beauty and the Beast): [singing] And with a punch of a pentagram
LeFou (Beauty and the Beast): [singing] He wap-bam-boom, alakazam!
Cogsworth (Beauty and the Beast): [singing] Usually, he charge a sacrificial lamb
Lumière (Beauty and the Beast): [singing] But we’ll get the Disney rate!

Belle and the Bimbettes (Beauty and the Beast): [talking] You don’t say!

Prince Hans (Frozen): [singing] This will be great now that we’ve got ourselves a chef
The Mice (Cinderella): [singing] (Woh-oh-oh!)
Ratigan (the Great Mouse Detective): [singing] Michelin tasting menu, free à la carte
Prince John (Robin Hood): [singing] He’ll rig the game for us because he’s the ref!

Dr. Facilier (the Princess and the Frog): [singing]: Champagne fountains
Jack Skeleton (Nightmare Before Christmas): [singing] Caviar mountains
Both: [singing] That's just a start!

King Magnifico (Wish): [singing] Can we stop for a sec?
We don’t even know the rest
He’s a Fallen Angel than a King of Hell
Don’t you honestly think this is the best?

Asha (Wish): [talking] He might be right.

Bruno Madrigal (Encanto): [singing] He maybe our guy, our day-to-day
But I’m sure he’s won’t be our future teller
Camilo Madrigal (Encanto): [singing] Now, that would be interesting if it’s today

Antonio Madrigal (Encanto): [talking] But Tio Bruno is the best uncle!

Olaf (Frozen): [talking] I agree!

The Genie (Aladdin): [singing] We’d be honored that We’d built such a bond

Jasmine (Aladdin): [talking] Maybe…

Prince Naveen (the Princess and the Frog): [singing] We’ll asked him to grant our wishes that we still have

Princess Tiana (the Princess and the Frog): [talking] Oh, you…

Oswald the Lucky Rabbit (Epic Mickey): [singing] I hate to say this, but seem like it’s worth a shot!

Mickey Mouse: [talking] Hold on, now…

Alastor (Hazbin Hotel): [singing] It’d be funny
You could call him Disney lad!

(Lucifer plays a golden fiddle)
(Alastor plays piano)
(Lucifer plays accordion)

Gremlin Gus (Epic Mickey): [talking] …what the fuck…?

Alastor (Hazbin Hotel): [singing] They say when you're looking for assistance
It's smart to pick the path of least resistance

Lucifer MorningStar (Hazbin Hotel): [singing] Others say that in your needy hour
There's no substitute for pure angelic power!

The Mad Doctor (Epic Mickey): [singing] Thank you, we’re appreciate, but sorry, no thanks!

The Devil (Cuphead: Casino Cups): [singing] No wait, don’t go

We need you to solve this problem

King Magnifico (Wish): [singing] Which we can actually handle this by ourselves

King Dice (Cuphead: Casino Cups): [singing] But we need him than you guys think

Gremlin Gus (Epic Mickey): [talking] Can we just shut up and leave him alone?

The Devil (Cuphead: Casino Cups): [talking] But, Gusie, he might help you guys.

King Dice (Cuphead: Casino Cups): [talking] Why being a pussy unless you’re fancy the king?

Gremlin Gus (Epic Mickey): [talking] Oh, you two sassy piece of—!

Viva (Trolls): [singing] It's me!
And the band!
I know you were all waiting for us!

Poppy (Trolls): [singing] I'm here!
What a gas!
Took a while but we’re present at last!

Viva and Poppy (Trolls): [singing] It's the band!
Viva (Trolls): [singing] Viva!
Poppy (Trolls): [singing] And Popppyyyyyyyyyy!


Mickey Mouse: [talking] The fuck?

[blindrapture]

TUESDAY JULY 12TH, 2011 (Grimaldi's Mad Language)

1:30 AM Donnie wants to stop for sleep. Personally, I want to keep driving, so I suggested she try to get some sleep in the car. I think she meant for us to both rest in bed together, but. I just have to keep driving.

1:54 AM That road sign said Oak Ridge, TN. I realize that, aside from ‘north,’ I’m really not all that sure where I’m going. It was foolish of me, but at least it seems to be sending us through Tennessee. That's progress of a kind.

2:03 AM Car needs gas. Maybe I need a new map too.

2:10 AM Found a little gas station. Lights still on and everything!

2:12 AM Now how the hell do you refill a gas tank. You just plug it in, right?

2:16 AM Yeah, nothing’s happening. Okay, what might be wrong. Let’s see.

2:17 AM Yeah, no, it’s plugged in and everything. The lights at the gas station are on. ..oh, but the pump isn’t on. Duh. Right, how do you turn a pump on?

2:18 AM I was kinda half-expecting there to be some “ON” switch on it. But no. Okay, uh… maybe it’s inside the actual station?

2:20 AM Hello? Why’d I say that, nobody’s in here HELLO PERSON WHO MUST BE CORRELATED WITH MURPHY’S LAW Please put that gun down! I’m only passing through! I’m human! Yes, gun, down, please! I only have a guitar controller on me! Thank you. Hello.

2:35 AM The woman’s name was Maria. She’s seen her entire family and everyone she’s ever known dragged out of their beds, and she was surprised to find another human out here. After talking for a while, I figured out that the thing that took her loved ones was the Masked Massacrer. ..well, a Masked Massacrer. There seem to be multiple of the things, after all. So I told her about the two I’ve encountered. I promised her that these things are killable. I told her, in the end, everything will be okay. Rapture won’t come. ..not on my watch. So she asked me who I was. I said “I’m the one who’s gonna save the fucking world.” Then I grabbed a sausage roll and walked out of there. It would have been really badass had I turned the gas pump on before I left. Had to go back in and ask how to turn it on.

2:40 AM Okay, we’re back on the road. Map says I’m close to Kentucky, just gotta stay on the I-75. Gotcha.

3:32 AM …oh god I almost fell asleep at the wheel. That would be a sucky way to die in the middle of the apocalypse. Fuck it, I’m pulling over at the next town.

3:41 AM Newcomb. Map says I’m juuust south of the Kentucky border. Good enough for me.

3:43 AM I don’t want to tell Donnie to get up just to go to some sleazy motel to go to sleep again. But I don’t want to leave her in here, sleeping alone. …I’ll sleep in here with her. :3

1:29 PM ..woke up and Donnie’s gone. o___o;; Calm down, Jordan. She’s probably just taking a walk or looking for a bathroom or something. Right?

1:44 PM ..okay, I’ll.. take a little walk, myself. Not looking for her or anything. She’s not missing. I need to stretch my legs. Check out Newcomb.

1:50 PM This place is as “Typical American quiet town” as it gets. This town’s, like.. one long street with the occasional neighborhood off the side. The buildings are plain and built for the summer, and if I had to be blunt about it, this looks like the kind of town I’d expect to read about in a Stephen King novel. The protagonist would drive in, meet the people, and then be quietly killed. …probably not what I want to think about in these circumstances.

2:02 PM Donnie? Shit, what are you doing in this totally abandoned buildingwith those suited men hiding behind you deep inside this rabbit hole? a voice speaks to me...

2:0000008 PM 85 minutes later I just don’t understand. "An abusive son denying the damage he has caused to all he has loved." Now wait a minute, man! "Be afraid. You get what you deserve." But I don’t, I can’t. That’s not fair to say. "We musicians have to look out for each other." "The stream of thought lies in you still." "Or is it a deluge?" But I’ve moved on. "Put the stream to sleep." What are you trying to prove? "You are always a living contradiction of all you love." I’m my own person. "Take a trip."

2304:$0229 PM And then she snatched my neck with both hands and would not let go. "The mirror would not meet your eyes for a week." The only person who didn’t hate me

29330404jf593red49ed4d: 49e023ed-c t44ewd PM Please leave me be. "How much would you give?" I’d.. I’d throw myself into Rapture. "How much would you give to be loved?" I'd give myself to the Rapture. "If only that would solve our problems..." "Heh.""If only..."

234405983113444:4444444444444444444 PM Just make it quick. Kill me. Do something. "Kill you?" "So you can enjoy the feel of the wind on your grey matter under your skull?" "Feel the cold air..." "From musician to musician, are we really the enemy you despise?" "Are we really the target of your vocal artillery?" "The warfare is with the cause." "The correlation of fear begins with the red, free of mind." "And the correlation of gods belongs with the blue, free of heart." Please, just. What do you want? "You are on your hands and knees just from some words." "And some senses in your brain." You're not making sense… "You talk to us of sense? You do not know of sense." "After all, tell us your story. Tell it to the world. Tell it to every survivor who happens upon this journal years after your bones are dust." "Or tell it to those watching from beyond the topographic ocean, screaming at you from behind their glass windows. Tell it to them. Scream your music to the nomads of abstract reality." "It is all you do. You tell your story, you are going to tell your story, you are going to turn your experiences into a story. Where is the sense in that?" "We have been to corners of reality alien to those alien to you. We have served the ancients and created the future. We have found what is consistent, what is true. We know that will, and only will, is reality. Vibration is truth. Heat, movement, vision, electricity, mass, sound is vibration. It is not the contents of your speech, but that you speak, which manifests reality. What use is semantic but as a game of winners and losers? What is this preoccupation of yours with story?" "I wonder..." "We wonder!" "I do wonder…" "We, we are one. You and us. We are the musicians, you included, Rael." "It's something about character…" "..yes, Seppo. Character. Character is the flaw that his preoccupation with story brings. His character is laid bare, readable, exploitable." "It's something about…" "Seppo." "Right. Character is exploitable. Character is.. manipulable. Character is... writable." "You cannot outrun character. You cannot outrun its beating, slamming, hurting." "Romans in the coliseum." "Free admission to the greatest show known to man, to beast, to god." "To god and beyond." "To god and beyond!" "Muse of hatred shouts, free of the mountains, indeed." It never stops. "It never stops." "We never stop." "And you never stop, because you did not start. We started you, in a big bang of noise." "Do you want to see?"

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9:29 PM Donnie is shaking me. We're in the car. Still in the car. What did I do this time? She’s trying to wake me up. Of course, I was sleeping on the fucking job. I’m sorry, Donnie. No, it’s okay, it’s really my fault. I’m sorry. I’ll do better this time. I’ll get us out of here. Where were we going? Kentucky? Right.

11:49 PM Language of the mad.

(Attached: "Their existence as a pair had to be discovered. Before, they were given singular names, such as Ptah, Phanes, Seppo Ilmarinen, and Shamash, though now the two have each claimed these names. One is Ptah and the other is Phanes. One is Seppo and the other is Shamash. These are all, of course, names of gods. The rise in parlance and rumor of a 'Grimaldi,' now seen as a mere supernatural being, is flaky to trace, but this will have been where the pair got their current attire. And, of course, only one of the two is actually Grimaldi. I went to the birth of the Earth once, me and the Devil. I told that story already. Well, later I went further and witnessed the Big Bang. It was not an event like the birth of a King. The Big Bang happened to each and every one of us, and each and every one of us happened to the Big Bang. It's still happening right now, as you read these words. You are the echoes of that progenitive scalar, that constant creative fire expanding as space. Grimaldi was the one who spoke that scalar. I saw, with my unseeing eyes. He wasn't even a 'he' then, he had not settled on a universal form, he was the closest a Musician has come to standing outside the Totality of existence. There was just this.. decision. For time to proceed forward, in the positive direction on the W axis. And only forward, only towards that pole idealized as 'entropy.' But of course, entropy is an illusion, a lie-to-children, as you will see eventually. All that matters to my note here, all that matters to the log you just read, is that there was a force drifting between universes, scouting out a new refuge on the run from the Origin, whose very presence triggered the entropic march of time that we call Our Universe. And his name, as he settled into his new clothes of Mass and adjusted to the language of Cause-And-Effect, well, his name was Ericapeus long before he was Grimaldi. His story is not mine to observe. Heisenberg proved that. Grimaldi does not like to exist. He likes to not exist, but an equal and opposing force keeps bringing him back, and we call that force Ptah but he calls himself Seppo Ilmarinen. Following?")

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The Marginal Service Episode 10 Review: Zeno's Past

Zeno’s past is revealed. The reason why he’s so anti-social and hell-bent on being racist to Borderlanders is the fact that a Borderlander kidnapped his five-year-old son and he has yet to be found to this day. It’s a rather tragic backstory and it makes me understand why Zeno behaves this way in the current time.

The way the kidnapping destroyed his reputation and his family all in one go must have broken Zeno on the inside. Because he couldn’t find his own child as a detective, his own wife Lily ridiculed him while upset. She was asking why he couldn’t find Noah when he was such a great detective. The anguish in Lily caused her to off herself, leaving Zeno all alone without a stable job and still searching for his missing son. He’s so desperate for a lead that he seems to be destroying himself on the inside.

Isabella is back! She’s a key component of the kidnapping case. She might be involved with the organization that kidnaps children, but she’s mainly quiet. However, I do wonder what the organization needs children for. I cannot deny that Isabella has been a huge factor in changing people. She changed Brian’s mindset about Borderlanders. I do wonder if she’ll be able to change Zeno’s mindset for the positive side. Given how Zeno is, I find it highly unlikely.

Brian’s becoming a good person each and every episode. It astounds me to see how much he changed since the beginning of this show. He’s someone who wants Borderlanders to have rights. Episode 4 had been pivotal for him as Isabella was the one who taught him that Borderlanders have rights as much as they do. I do like how Brian was very firm with his resolve to stop Zeno from falling deeper into the rabbit hole. 

The ending feels like a cliffhanger. Just what is this organization? I do have a feeling that Zeno’s son is alive and is probably a member of said organization. I kind of have dark theories about what the organization wants with children, but I think it’s too triggering for some readers, so I won’t say. I just hope they resolve everything smoothly for the last two or three episodes.

[triforce-of-mischief]

Itty Bitty

Summary: Legend takes in an orphaned baby bunny.

Word count: 1655

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It was supposed to be a completely normal search for wood. Time had stopped them early for the day in a relatively peaceful area and had sent Wind and Wild to blow off some extra steam. Legend tagged along, partly to keep an eye on them and partly to avoid as many Links as possible. As long as he could escape the majority of the group for even a few minutes, he could count that as a win.

Predictably, the younger two were not even pretending to focus on their task. They ran from tree to tree, investigating mushrooms and flowers and ignoring the sticks scattered on the ground. Legend sighed and scanned the area, resigned to being the sole wood-gatherer. He heard Wind shout something excitedly, then a smack as Wild lightly hit the kid’s arm. Wind quieted a little and Legend’s curiosity got the best of him. The sailor wouldn’t get that excited over some forest plant.

Legend turned around and saw the others crouched in front of a bush, concealing whatever it was they were looking at. “What are you two doing?” he asked, daring to hope that they weren’t about to get themselves into trouble.

“Champ found a lil’ bunny!” Wind said, and waved him over.

All rational thought immediately left Legend’s mind and he gasped, “Let me see!” He ran over and pushed past Wind- or rather, shoved Wind to the side via hand to the face. He ignored Wind’s protest, his sights set on the tiny form huddled on the ground a few feet in front of Wild.

It was a gray baby bunny, quivering in terror but not making any attempt to escape. Carefully, gently, Legend scooped it in his hands and lifted it up to get a good look at it. It looked at him with wide eyes full of cautious trust.

“Hello there, little one,” he cooed, continuing to ignore Wind and Wild’s confusion from behind him. The bunny relaxed at the sound of his voice and nuzzled its face into Legend’s scarf. “Well, look how sweet you are!” Supporting the bunny with one hand, Legend raised the other to stroke its ears. Its velvety-soft fur didn’t hide the fact that it was too frail and skinny, and Legend tutted in concern.

“What the hell?” Wind muttered.

Legend turned to speak to them, still cradling the bunny against his chest. Wind stared at him confusedly while Wild clasped his hands, delighted at the sight.

“We need to find his mother,” Legend said. “Wind, you keep looking for firewood. Wild, help me find the little one's den.”

Wind looked a little hesitant to leave the bunny, and Legend knew that he hadn’t forgiven him for shoving him aside, but the kid ran off readily enough. Wild didn’t begin his search right away, instead signing something with a fond expression on his face.

‘I didn’t know you were such a softy,’ Wild teased, and Legend guessed that it was taking some incredible self-restraint for the champion to resist pulling out his slate for a picture.

Legend’s ears flicked back in embarrassment. “He’s alone and hungry, okay? I can’t just leave him to suffer.” The bunny snuffled and he gave him a warm smile.

‘I won’t either. Let’s find his den, then.’

It only took them a few minutes of searching to discover a rabbit den nestled into the crook of a tree trunk. Legend was already worried; he knew that it would have taken dire circumstances for the kit to leave before he was ready. His hopes weren’t high, even as he asked Wild to check the den for the baby’s mother. He pet the kit as they watched Wild kneel in front of the den.

After a minute of investigation, Wild made a sad noise and sat up to sign to Legend. ‘No sign of a mother or other kits. The bedding is old and dry, and-’ he pointed at the ground. ‘Fox tracks. This kit was lucky to escape.’

“No…” Legend breathed, feeling a new surge of protectiveness for the bunny. Had it been too much to hope that the little one wasn’t completely alone? Well… “You’re not alone anymore,” he told him. “We’ll find you something to eat and a safe place to sleep… and we can figure it out from there.”

****

Legend learned very quickly that bringing an orphaned baby bunny to a camp of overprotective heroes was far from the easiest thing he had done. He knew how to handle a challenge, though, and managed to feed the little one with minimal interruptions. The others, for their part, weren’t being outright disruptive so Legend tried to ignore the barrage of staring and cooing.

“Are you sure that this is the best idea?” Warriors asked. “I’ve always been told that it’s best to leave wild animals where they belong.”

Legend glared at him. “If I left him where we found him, he’d be dead by nightfall. He’s too young to take care of himself, Wars. He doesn’t deserve that kind of fate.”

“You see some of yourself in him, don’t you?” Sky said softly.

Legend’s ears drooped and he stroked the bunny’s as he spoke. “How could I not?” The kit was young, alone, and scared, forced to navigate a new world that he couldn’t comprehend the dangers of. Legend knew how it felt to be a baby bunny in a big world. It hurt, and Legend would do anything to help soothe that pain.

“Y’know he’s gonna imprint on ya if ya keep touchin’ him,” Twilight pointed out. He was sitting the farthest from them; for some reason, the poor kit almost went into shock every time the rancher got close.

Legend’s ears twitched defensively. “So?” It wasn’t like the kit had a mother he could have imprinted on instead.

“We should name him!” Wind exclaimed. “Ooh, how about-”

“No,” Legend said firmly before Wind could even say whatever horrible idea had popped into his head.

“I’ve got one,” Twilight said with a smirk. “How ‘bout Better Legend?”

“What kind of name is that?!” Legend protested. “I can-”

“We could call him Bitty for short,” Four pointed out, gracing Legend with only a smug look as the vet glared at him.

“Bitty is a good name,” Time said, and Legend decided that he wasn’t in the mood to argue with the old man.

“Fine! His name is Bitty. Happy?”

“I love it! Bitty is such a cute name for the cutest bunny,” Hyrule said. He happily bounced in place as he looked at Bitty snuggled up in Legend’s lap, safely bundled in the vet’s purple scarf. Hyrule was sitting on his own hands and he had been gazing longingly at the bunny ever since Legend had brought him to the camp. Legend couldn’t stand to watch Hyrule’s fidgeting for much longer, and finally granted him mercy.

“Do you want to hold him?”

Hyrule froze. “Wait, really? I- I don’t know, I don’t want to hurt him or anything-”

“You’ll be fine, Rule. I trust you to be careful.”

Hyrule shook the circulation back into his hands as Legend slipped his own hands under the scarf. Keeping Bitty secure in his makeshift nest, Legend transferred the precious bundle to Hyrule’s lap.

Hyrule squealed delightedly and Spirit wandered over like a moth to a flame. The younger heroes gushed over the baby bunny, giving him sweet praises and reverent pets. Legend kept an eye on them, allowing himself a bittersweet smile. Bitty wouldn’t have to go through as much hardship as Legend had. He already had people to take care of him, to make sure that he was fed and safe and happy. It felt good to provide what he wished he had received so long ago. In many ways, it was too late for Legend. Bitty had his whole life ahead of him, and Legend would do anything to keep it that way.

****

A few days later, the group of heroes filed into Legend’s house for some much-needed rest. Ravio looked quizzically at Legend, eyeing the purple fabric that resembled a baby sling more than a scarf. Legend simply smiled at the merchant and pulled a half-asleep Bitty out of the sling.

“Is- is that what I think it is?” Ravio approached cautiously, staring at Bitty as if to assure himself that yes, Legend was holding a baby bunny in his hands.

Legend angled his hands so Ravio could see the bunny. “Come say hi, Ravi. He doesn’t bite.”

Ravio giggled and stepped closer, reaching out to give Bitty a hesitant pet. “I can’t believe you found a baby bunny and brought him home, Mr. Hero! What do you even expect to do with him while you’re out and about fighting evil? The battlefield isn’t safe for him, you know.”

“That’s why I brought him here. You can watch after him while I’m gone, right?”

Ravio squeaked, quickly pulling his hands away from the baby bunny. “M-me? Watch after this fragile little thing? I couldn’t possibly- far too much responsibility- why you would trust me is far beyond me-”

“Ravi, slow down.” Legend shifted Bitty to one hand so he could hold one of Ravio’s flapping, flustered hands with the other. “I hate to say it, but… you take better care of my items than even I do. And you love bunnies, almost as much as I do. I trust you to take care of Bitty. In fact, I wouldn’t trust anyone else with him.”

Ravio finally calmed down and held his hands out in a silent request to hold Bitty. Legend placed the bunny in Ravio’s hands, smiling as the merchant cradled him like it was second nature.

“We’re gonna take good care of you, okay?” Legend said, stroking Bitty until the kit was soothed to sleep. “Things were rough for a while but you’re home now. You’re safe with us, little one.”

[the-final-sif]

So, Ponk needs to leave, and Sam is the only one who can watch Dream while he’s gone. There’s absolutely nothing that could go wrong with this plan, and Dream just needs to somehow convince Ranboo and Punz of that. He’s really not having much luck.

Ponk asked several times to make sure Dream was... well comfortable was a hell of an ask, but at the very least sure in his choice to let Sam watch over him.

The two of them managed to figure out the terms of what Sam could be told. Dream assented to Sam being told that he was having temporary balance and hearing issues related to the Warden’s sonic attack. It’s important to Dream that Ponk stress that this is all temporary. And that Dream is still capable of doing stuff himself if he needed to, it’s just that Ponk couldn’t ethically leave him alone as a doctor.

Ponk agrees to all of that, and tastefully doesn’t point out that there are risks of long term damage, and that Dream absolutely could not be left alone without the risk of that long term damage increasing.

Sam’s job will just be bringing specific food (no more soup, only things that Dream can eat on his own, and from a specific list of rabbit safe items which pointedly does not include potatoes) help with Dream getting over to the bathroom for at least a few days, and help administer the ear drops.

Ponk also gives Dream like three knives with special handles just in case, because like, yeah good mobility is great but a sharp knife swung wildly will still do a hell of a lot of damage to someone whose unarmored, which is a requirement for Sam to be anywhere near Ponk’s house. Sam has been told there are safeguards in place, but not given any more details to prevent attempts to circumvent them.

Ponk himself has heavily mixed feelings, but it’s the only real option they have since the only other person staying behind that he could even think to ask is Punz, and Ponk is sure that Punz would sell Dream out. He already did it once, clearly he’d do it again. Sam hasn’t sold Dream out despite already knowing where he is and at the very least that he wasn’t in great condition, so despite his apprehensions, Ponk makes the call to leave helping Dream up to him.

 Ponk tells the rest of the server that he’s getting packed up to leave, and that Sam will be staying at his house to recover safely. Nobody should bother him since he needs lots of rest and is nervous about having other people around while his vision is still healing. Message ahead if they need to visit.

Ponk leaves that evening, hoping everything will be okay when he gets back. If nothing else, he’s got a special upgrade for his communicator that will allow for check ins every so often.

Meanwhile, Dream sits and stares at his communicator for about half an hour, trying to decide how to break the news to Punz and Ranboo who heard about Ponk going on the trip and were making suggestions for plans.

He considers lying, he really does, but if he says he’s unsupervised then they’ll want to come by and discover his lie.

So he decides to just say fuck it.

“slight change of plans. ponk has to go to the raid. cant really walk rn, or balance. will be better soon. sam already knew and on truce bc of hunters, offered to help while ponk has to leave. should only be for a week. safeguards in place. everything should be back to normal in two weeks. will resume contact at that point.”

He really wanted to just leave it there and refuse to respond to messages after that, but he knew that was liable to end very poorly.

It took about 10 seconds for punz to reply, followed directly by Ranboo.

“absolutely not.”

“^”

Dream started trying to type out a response, only for Punz to cut him off.

“i’m coming to get you.”

Fuck, no, they absolutely could not do this. Dream was fine. Nothing was going to go wrong.

“dont you dare, it’s fine, there’s safeguards and we’re on truce because of the hunter’s involvement. i won’t let him do anything. ponk gave me weapons and a few special potions. it’s totally under control. i did not go through pandora just for you to ruin your cover now.”

It was a low blow, but hopefully one that would get Punz to listen.

There was a long, long pause. Finally, Punz replied.

“you check in every day, twice a day. if you miss either check in, ranboo kills him and we get you to safety.”

Okay, thank god, Dream could work with this. He almost agreed right away, before pausing to consider feasibility.

“if i miss a checkin, ranboo can check my room at ponks. im sleeping a lot and tracking time is hard right now. theres no reason for me to be out of the room without checkin though. if one of you can sneak a tracker in here, i can stick it on my comm if that’ll convince you. if anything goes wrong, ill send a message for help.”

The message for help would be going to Foolish, not them, but Dream didn’t need to clarify that. It was a valid technicality. There was another pause, before finally he got the response he was hoping for.

“fine. ill drop off a tracker in a bit.”

A beat, and then another text followed.

“please be safe.”

It left a lump in Dream’s throat, it made all the anxiety about Sam being anywhere near him, let alone in charge of bringing him food and fuck, his knife wasn’t enough, this was such a stupid fucking idea-

For one singular, terrible moment, Dream almost caved. He reached out, wanting to send a message asking for Punz to come get him. To get him somewhere safe and far away from Sam, because he couldn’t do this again.

But his hands were shaking too much to type. Whether from his most recent damage or that from the prison, he couldn’t tell, but it reminded him of how much he’d already given up. He’d done so much to get to this point. He couldn’t waste everything now. It would be worth it in the end. When things were okay again.

He bit down the urge to ask for help like a child and instead focused on the rational. The logical. If Sam wanted to take him back to the prison or hurt him, he would’ve just called Quackity from the start. Not Ponk. He would’ve just told the server where Dream was before a bunch of people left.

Clearly, Sam felt indebted and like taking advantage of something the hunters had caused was unfair. Dream could use that for now, and once he was well enough to run, he would do so and then things would go back to exactly how they were before. Both of them could forget that anything ever happened here. It was invalid. Struck from the record.

So he took a deep breath and got himself under control. After a moment, he managed to steady his hands enough to type.

“i’ll be fine.“

With that, he shut off his communicator and flopped back on the bed. Exhausted as he repeated that one little phrase over and over again in his head, hoping to find a way to make it stop tasting like a lie.

[violetevents]

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pairing: steve/eddie word count: 1,5k  july writing challenge: day 2. an unexpected reunion (other entries) a/n: i fell into the steddie rabbit hole roughly two days before volume 2 so you can imagine how that went for me. anyway, here’s a little thing about how eddie is absolutely still alive and also absolutely in love with steve. enjoy :)

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Dustin doesn’t want to leave Eddie behind, kicks and screams and punches as Steve physically drags him off.

“There’s nothing we can do,” Steve whispers, and Dustin’s too upset to notice that he is crying, too. “We have to get out of here. We’ll come back for him, if we can.”

They won’t. Steve knows this, Dustin knows this, they both know this. But Dustin stops struggling, sagging in Steve’s arms. Steve is at least partly right, they have to get out of there. The demobats have recuperated, and now the whole hoard is hurtling towards the four of them, screeching loudly.

The gate is less of a gate and more of a gaping hole, and the four of them climb out to find Hawkins in shambles. The demobats don’t follow, not yet. Dustin’s too tired to think about why. He just collapses into Steve, tears streaming down his face.

They have won, maybe. But it feels like they fucking lost.

--

Eddie gasps, his breathing coming back to him raspy and panicked, and when his eyes fly open, he’s still dreaming. He’s still in his nightmare. The demobats have gone, hopefully moved on, but he’s still in the upside down, still stuck in fucking hell.

But he’s alive. Somehow, he’s breathing, his heart is beating, and he’s alive. He’s pretty sure he died for a few moments there, but apparently life wasn’t done with him, yet. He can’t think about it too much, because he keeps getting distracted by the pain in his side, and on his chest, and in his arm, and everything. Eddie’s pretty sure he’s never been in so much pain in his life.

He finds it in himself to move, eventually. Slowly, carefully, he works himself up into a sitting position, and looks around. He doesn’t know how long he’s been out, but Dustin’s gone. Steve, Nancy and Robin too, probably. He hopes they made it out okay.

He thinks of Steve, and the determined look in his eyes when Eddie told him to make Vecna pay. That asshole definitely tried to be the hero, Eddie thinks. He just hopes it didn’t cost him his life, like it nearly did with Eddie.

Steve warned him not to try to be the hero. He’s going to be absolutely pissed when he learns Eddie didn’t listen to him. It’s that thought, and the fact that he really doesn’t want to stay in the upside down for a second longer, that eventually get him to drag his ass towards the trailer, where he hopes the gate is still open.

(It is. It’s also much bigger than the last time they went through it. Eddie decides worrying about that can wait until after he’s had a nap. Or twenty.)

--

A day after the whole Vecna ordeal, Steve finds himself on the couch in the basement of the Byers residence. After the confusion, and the hospital, and the horrifying shock of finding out what happened to Max, they all have seemed to unanimously decided that no one should be alone right now.

So there they are, scattered across the basement, all lost in their own little worlds.

Steve so badly wanted everyone to be okay. He knows it’s naïve, after all these years, to think they are invincible or some shit. But if you live through these things often enough, you start thinking you might be. And now Max is in the hospital, and Eddie’s dead body is still lying in the upside down.

He doesn’t know how to mourn Eddie, is the problem. Him and Eddie, they only just met and they barely had any time to properly get to know each other during all the Vecna bullshit. But still. There was something there. Steve noticed the way Eddie looked at him, sometimes. Remembers the way ‘Dontcha, big boy’, sounded. Can picture that smile he only seemed to direct at Steve. Head tilted, smile wide, eyes sparkling.

He has known for a while now that he’s attracted to boys, too. And this boy.

This boy might’ve been the one.

But now he’s not there anymore, so it doesn’t matter. Steve wasn’t in love with him, perse. Not even really in like. In fascination, perhaps. So why does everything still feel so wrong?

--

Eddie finds himself in front of the Byers’ house. He’s been there, once, during the summer vacation, when the boys wanted to finish their campaign for Hellfire and the school was closed. He figures that if the rest of the gang is somewhere, it’s probably here.

He knocks on the door, and belatedly realizes that one of the Byers parents could open the door, and they might be the kind of people that believe the whole cult leader spiel. Eddie’s been lucky enough that he hasn’t run into anyone on his way here.

But his side is bleeding out, and he’s seconds away from collapsing, so he figures he’ll take the risk.

He needn’t have worried, because the door swings open, and there is Nancy.

God, he’s never, ever, been so happy to see someone familiar. “Hi,” he says, voice raspy, and a little bit of blood gurgles out of his mouth. He sways on his feet, and catches himself on the doorway.

“Eddie,” Nancy says, eyes wide and panicked, and she reaches forward as to catch him when he falls. “Oh my god, Eddie.” She turns around then, and bellows, “STEVE. HERE. NOW.” It’s so loud, Eddie’s pretty sure he would’ve heard it in the upside down.

There’s the distant sound of footsteps thundering up the stairs, and a door swinging open, and the last thing Eddie sees before he collapses is Steve’s face, shocked, panicked, relieved.

“You’re alive. Oh my god you’re alive,” someone says, hands tenderly holding his face, and then everything goes black once again.

--

Eddie wakes up in an unfamiliar bed, in an unfamiliar room, and it’s dark, and for a second he thinks he’s back in the upside down. His breathing picks up, and he’s starting to sit up, but then there’s a hand on his shoulder, and a voice telling him it’s okay, you’re okay, you’re safe, and he sags back against the pillows.

“Steve?” Eddie asks, his voice croaky and weird from sleep, and the hand on his shoulder squeezes him gently before letting go.

“Yeah,” Steve says, and Eddie can only just make him out in the darkness of the room. “I’m right here.”

“How are the others?” Eddie asks, and Steve huffs a laugh that sounds like a sob.

“Of course that’s your first question. Dustin is fine. Mike too, last I heard. They’re on their way home right as we speak. You saw Nancy, her and Robin are fine, just like Erica. Lucas got pretty badly beaten up, but he’s okay now.” Steve sighs, runs his hand through his hair. “Max was… Not as lucky. She’s in a coma right now. We’re not sure if she’s going to recover.”

“Fuck,” Eddie says, slamming his head down on his pillow.

“Yeah,” Steve says. “As for you, we stitched you up as best we could, but we were too scared to take you to the hospital. Your name hasn’t exactly been… cleared. Especially not now there’s a literal portal to hell running through the town.”

Eddie looks alarmed, but Steve waves it away. “Don’t worry about it right now, I’ll explain later. Right now you need to rest.” Steve makes a move to walk away, but then decides against it. “Listen, Eddie,” he looks pained. “We’re really sorry, for leaving you behind. We were convinced you were… Well. And then the demobats were back, and I had to get Dustin and the girls to safety. But it’s no excuse. We never should’ve fucking left you there, I should’ve brought you with us, I should’ve gone back for you, I should’ve-“

“Hey,” Eddie says, interrupting Steve by grabbing his hand. “Listen. I get it. You had to get the others to safety. I never would’ve forgiven you if you’d risked your life for my sake.”

“Don’t you get it?” Steve asks, looking at their linked hands before dragging his gaze up to meet Eddie’s eyes. “You are a part of the team now, Munson. And you’re worth risking my life for.”

“Are you flirting with me, Steve Harrington?” Eddie asks, half-jokingly, but then Steve’s not meeting his eyes, and the hand that’s still holding Eddie’s twitches.

“Maybe,” he says, and oh my god, is Steve Harrington blushing?

Eddie, despite still being in terrible, terrible pain, suddenly feels a hundred pounds lighter. “I would risk my life for you, too,” he says, and smiles softly at Steve, hoping Steve picks up what he’s putting down.

It seems like he does, because his blush deepens, and he squeezes Eddie’s hand. “That’s. Uhm. Yeah. Nice.”

Eddie can’t help but laugh. “Smooth, Harrington.” Steve pulls a face, making Eddie laugh again, but he winces when his ribs start throbbing.

“You need to rest,” Steve tells him sternly, finally letting go of his hand. Instead, he leans forward and tucks Eddie in. Eddie lets it happen, frozen in the pure shock of being tucked in by the King of Hawkins High. Two years ago, he would’ve laughed at the idea alone, but now he just lets it happen. If anything, it makes him feel safe, warm, loved.

“Night, Eddie,” Steve says, and Eddie already finds himself drifting back to sleep again.

“Will you stay?” He asks, words slurring with sleep. He’s suddenly terrified of having to deal with the inevitable nightmares alone.

“Of course,” Steve says, and Eddie’s almost asleep already, but he’s pretty sure he feels Steve pressing a kiss to his forehead before he drifts off completely.

[oddballwriter]

HABIT w/ a Partner who’s a Vampire

Summary: What I think HABIT would be like with a partner who’s a vampire

Warnings: HABIT, mentions of blood, drinking blood, disregard for human life, disregard for Evan, killing, and torture

Relationship: romantic 💕

Author’s Snip: I got this idea from remembering another blog, @rabbits-of-habit, here on tumblr who made a scenario about HABIT and a reader who was a vampire but never made an actual post for what it would be like to be a vampire in a relationship with HABIT and I really liked the idea of it. I also feel like there isn’t enough writing where the reader is the vampire in the relationship and I feel like there should be more. Also, also, I just really like vampires. So yeah this is basically the product of both those things. Kudos to, I believe the mod Dirk, for giving me this idea.

Notes: I wrote this with the idea that your one of those vampires who doesn’t care about people so yeah

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy!

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He enjoys this! For a few reasons

You’re not human which makes it feels like you guys are at a semi-even level

Even through he’s a multi dimensional demon thing and you’re an undead/night dwell creature (depends who you ask) and those aren’t the same thing

But you not being human allows him the ease of knowing that he doesn’t have to worry about being more “cautious” around you. Which just means that he can be a monster and do a whole bunch of stuff without you getting scared or killed because you’re also a monster and do a whole bunch of things too

Another thing he likes is that you guys can kind of have a bit of a symbolic relationship going on in which he kills people and you get your feed on blood out of it

It’s a bit one sided since you’re actually the one mostly getting something out of it but he guesses it gives him a reason to snatch and torture more people so that you get your supply of blood

If you ever need to feed then you can just go up in the attic and get it from whoever HABIT felt crossed him this time

However, if you like to work for your “meals” and get them yourself, he’ll respect that

“It feels better when it’s your own kill”

He also likes you being a vampire because as a vampire, you have to kill or at least harm people, and that means you don’t have much care for humans either, like him!

So he’s glad that you’re not some sap who “doesn’t wanna hurt people”

He’ll gladly let you have a little drink from “him” if you want he actually thinks it would be hot as fucking hell even though it’s technically not his blood but rather it’s Evan’s

He doesn’t care though we all know that he doesn’t give a fuck about Evan and what he thinks or feels so go right ahead and drink

HABIT heals fast anyways so you can drink a shit load of blood and he’ll just have a seat for like ten minutes or something and then he’s fine

I’m gonna take library to say that you two live together and also take liberty and say that you as a vampire sleep in the day and wake in the night since, you know, night dwelling creature, so it’s a no-brainer that you only dwell in the night

Anyways. When you’re asleep, he leaves you alone to rest in a room. He won’t bug you at all since there’s no point since vampires sleep like the dead. And also, what could he possibly need from you that he can’t simply wait till night for you to wake up? If he needs to go somewhere while it’s day then he’ll just write a note and put it somewhere he knows you’ll find it

If someone bugs you while you’re resting though, let’s say Vinny cause he likes to mess with him and drag him around, and also Vinny doesn’t know what’s good for him or leave things the fuck alone, then he’ll make sure they don’t do it again. Or he’ll let you handle it yourself. He’s sure Vinny will learn to never wake you up ever again

I like to think that vampires have a inhuman stealth ability and don’t make a sound when they move and sometimes you’ll accidentally sneak up on him and spook him a bit

He’s kinda used to it and learned to have that be a thing for his senses to look out for but he swears that sometimes you really do just show up out of nowhere

He has nicknames for you like “sucker” or something like that cause lets face it. He’s smug and cheeky like that

[thedoubteriswise]

okay so. I am a smart adult with many important responsibilities. I have good taste and care about things that matter. for this reason, I’ve been trying to identify where in cql canon wangxian manage to fuck.

because they definitely do; I like a good post-canon getting together fic as much as the next guy, but it’s just not realistic.

allow them. it’s already been so long.

(just like this goddamn post turned out to be, let’s do a cut)

right. so initially it looks like you could place this right after the time skip in episode 33, because it shows us that wwx is with lwj in cloud recesses. we know that he spent the night in the jingshi because he wakes up there the next morning before he goes for a nostalgic tour of his old school.

and also visits the cold spring, where lwj is mostly naked. nice.

but wait! wwx is surprised by the scars on his back and chest. that seems like something he would have known about if they’d already been naked together the night before, so I’m going to say they did not fuck immediately upon wwx’s return to cloud recesses. okay, fine, they’re taking things slow, that’s cool.

maybe they could work it into the next night, then. oh wait, lqr is injured and... staying in the jingshi? for reasons?

I don’t know why. he must have his own house in cloud recesses, and it’s probably at least as comfortable as lwj’s, but here he is. he lives to stop his nephew from getting laid, I guess.

the next day they do some Q&A with the kids and determine that they need to head to qinghe to figure out what’s going on with this sword thing. great! we love a romantic road trip, plenty of alone time. but they also have to do their jobs, and then jin ling needs to get rescued from a wall of dirt, and jc is unfortunately there being himself, and then they have to grill nhs about his tomb full of angry sabers, etc. etc.

with all that going on, their next obvious chance is at the inn immediately after interviewing nhs. this evening has already included:

wwx gazing lovingly at lwj from afar

lwj carrying wwx on his back

lwj pawing at wwx’s robes trying to deal with his cursed leg

lwj helping wwx up the stairs, serving him wine, fixing his flute, and generally being at his beck and call

a very sexy and homoerotic duet

and now they’re alone and drooling over each other as usual. this seems like a plausible spot, right?

it does! but no. after they go back to the nie basement o’ swords and hear the backstory on nmj’s death, we see them walking in yueyang and lwj asks wwx how the curse mark on his leg is doing. wwx says it’s almost healed, which may or may not be a lie, but his inner monologue says:

he’s more concerned about the wound on his arm from the sacrificing curse, which lwj doesn’t know about, because wwx won’t tell him and they still haven’t been naked together.

also, this silly teenage shit doesn’t make much sense unless they’re still dancing around each other.

you guys love the sound of opportunities as they go flying past, don’t you?

right after this, lwj gets drunk. I’m aware that Stuff Happens in the novel scene that inspired this bit, and they do incorporate some of that into the show by having lwj commit petty larceny and admit that he “likes rabbits” as part of the softest and most loving conversation in human history oh my god

but lwj goes to sleep right on time, and the next morning, wwx is laughing and reassuring him that nothing happened.

after this, it’s time to go on a fucked up field trip with the kids in yi city, so they don’t really have any time alone for a few episodes until they’ve finished that and everyone is back at yet another inn. I wonder if they learned something about wasted chances and poor communication from this miserable songxiao story?

maybe! look, they’re being cute and domestic. there are currently no material barriers preventing them from having sex, nor will there be any specific evidence later on proving that they didn’t.

but they’re still firmly in mystery-solving mode and the juniors and lxc are floating around. the vibe isn’t quite there. if I were to pick the most solid reason why I think they’re saving room for jesus at this point, it would be the tension that happens when wwx again asks how lwj recognized him. lwj asks why his memory is so bad, and wwx replies that he wishes he had a bad memory. even though they’re comfortable and happy being together, there’s still some fundamental distance remaining. there’s no sense of romantic resolution. that was actually a point against all their previous opportunities as well; they’re all very sweet, but none of these feel like the place in a story where the romantic leads Officially Get Together.

okay, off to koi tower! shit is getting extremely real. everyone’s busy insinuating that they recognize wwx, but no one is saying it explicitly. wwx isn’t supposed to be here. the guy he’s pretending to be also isn’t supposed to be here. he and his boyfriend and his boyfriend’s brother are trying to figure out if his boyfriend’s brother’s boyfriend is a murderer. no one is comfortable and the political intrigue leaves no time for fucking in front of anyone’s salad.

I guess there’s plenty of time to make dozens of armed guards and like half the people they know wait while they have a romantic moment, though.

could they be more in love? And that sure feels like a romantic resolution that might be followed by narratively-earned sex.

ah. no, unfortunately wwx gets stabbed again. this certainly sucks, but it does have the helpful consequence of making lwj take him back to cloud recesses, where they are mostly alone and as safe as they can be in the circumstances. now there’s even more tenderness and also some plot-justified touching and skin exposure. plus, lwj just made a very public declaration of love.

too bad wwx has probably been unconscious since he started coughing up blood in the forest near lanling. he’s also still visibly in pain. fresh abdominal wounds tend to kill the mood.

but hey, the injuries on this show are only as serious as they need to be to move the plot forward and facilitate gentle h/c scenes, so by evening he’s looking perfectly healthy and walking around under his own steam like nothing’s wrong. I guess that problem can be ignored moving forward.

lxc then offers the the most devastating highlights of lwj’s backstory, like, all at once. it’s nice that he includes a flute solo to give wwx a second to process this mountain of terrible information. what the fuck.

there he is! the most devoted man in the whole world! turns out they can actually be more in love after all.

and then the following scene... look, I’m lazy and I don’t know how to make gifs, but screenshots cannot properly convey how good it is. you all know. the hesitant way wwx approaches, the slow and gentle piano version of wangxian, the two of them watching the snow together, it’s. ugh.

remember how I was talking about how the last scene with no material barriers was an unlikely candidate because of the lack of romantic resolution?

well, here’s wwx still being cagey at the beginning of this conversation.

and here they are in the middle of this conversation, having some epiphanies about the course of wwx’s life - I love this shot for a lot of reasons, but I extra love it because it shows wwx out in the snow, with lwj as the safety and warmth waiting behind him, god this show goes hard, holy shit

they both recall their vow to live with a clean conscience and internally say some very corny things about each other because they are both So Much, and then,

ah, what the hell. he can say it out loud after all. romantic resolution accomplished.

and then the camera slowly pulls away as wuji plays.

a slow zoom out? swelling music? listen, I am a connoisseur, I know a tasteful fade-to-black indicating a sex scene that won’t happen on camera when I see one. at last, we have a winner!

now you may think this post is finally over, but I actually have one more piece of evidence for you - the next scene shows the two of them the morning after, meditating behind a screen in the hanshi while lxc is waiting for jgy to show up.

before wwx got de-cored, he was a pretty powerful cultivator, right? the chances that he’s just bad at meditating or that he can’t stay focused on this task seem slim to me. so why does he keep falling asleep?

well. he had kind of a late night.

[marginalmadness]

Summer Nights: 2/4

Pairing: Rabbit!Hybrid Jungkook x Y/N

Rating: Mature (later explicit)

Genre: Hybrid!Fantasy, Romance, Fluff

Synopsis: A freak weather anomaly leads to a chance encounter with a rabbit-hybrid, and your kind nature results in you gaining a small, fluffy lodger, who questions your taste in television shows. It’s won’t be for long…will it?

Warnings/Tags: This chapter involves Jungkook going into heat.

Author’s Note: If I called @johobi​ patient before, I fucked up the tenses to bad in this chapter, it took her HOURS to fix. But she approved of the chapter which I’m happy about because this is the one I was most worried about. Jungkook Goes into heat in this chapter, and I hope nobody wants to kill me when they finish it.  Chapter 3 is only a week away! <3

Previous Chapter: Chapter 1 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

Tags: @kookiebunny97​ @mintyrae​ @skswriting​ 

Word Count: 5.6K

Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction for entertainment purposes only. The events depicted here are entirely of my own imagining, and have no basis on actual people or events.

I hope everyone is enjoying BE, and Life Goes On.

Summer Nights: Chapter Two

The next morning is the first day of your new-new normal. You wake to the sound of music coming from the living room. You pull yourself to your feet, shuffling from your bed to find the sourc

The next morning is the first day of your new-new normal. You wake to the sound of music coming from the living room. You pull yourself to your feet, shuffling from your bed to find the source of the enchanting sound. To your shock and delight, you find Jungkook hopping around the kitchen happily, ears and hair bouncing as he sings along to the radio and prepares pancakes. His voice is divine. You stand there enraptured, caught under his spell. He drops the spatula in fright when he turns to find you leaning against the wall, watching him silently.

 “Please continue,” you urge him. But he shakes his head, blushing and hiding behind his ears. “Your voice is so pretty. Please?” you coax, stepping towards him. Jungkook considers you from behind his ears for a second. Then, tentatively, he picks up the spatula and resumes his song while he washes it clean.

 From that day onwards, he wakes you each morning the same way, voice drifting through the bedroom door he leaves slightly ajar. There’s always a stack of warm, fluffy pancakes waiting for you in the kitchen, and beside it a bowl of yogurt-drizzled fruit. As soon as you’re seated, Jungkook extends a freshly brewed cup of breakfast tea to you. You eat together in the early morning light, the radio playing in the background. And while you get ready for work, Jungkook cleaned up the dishes from breakfast. 

 Domestic heaven. 

At the end of your work day, you come home and thank God he’s still there. Sometimes he’s typing away on your laptop. Jungkook signed up as a freelance transcriber as a way to make money while staying with you. It was something to do while you were at work, too, restless soul that he is.  Sometimes, though, you come home to find him flopped on his side in a patch of sun, having a nap as a bunny. 

You cook dinner together now. Well, when you say together, you mean you take his direction, since Jungkook is a much better cook than you. He uses some of his free time to look up recipes he thinks you’ll like. 

It’s ridiculously heartwarming. 

After dinner, as is your routine, you split the washing up and curl up together to watch some Netflix. On the days you do all the washing up, Jungkook doesn’t fight you for control of the TV. 

You still tease him over the first and only time you watched a horror movie. The first jump-scare forced him into rabbit form and he leapt into your lap in fright. Jungkook spent the entire movie there, shivering. And the rest of the night he spent pressed against your side in a tight, furry ball. Of course, the next day he insisted he wasn’t that scared, he just didn’t want to bother you by transforming back and forth.

He did a similar thing when you were watching a sappy romantic movie, but you don’t tease him about that. The second you noticed him sniffling at the lovers’ separation, he turned into a rabbit and hopped off his chair and over to you. You expected him to come cuddle, but he scrambled onto the back of the sofa and situated himself by your head instead. Every time there was a particularly romantic moment, he would nudge you with his nose and tickle you with his whiskers. And when he was feeling particularly bold, he’d grip your shoulder with his front claws and rub his chin over your cheek and neck. It tickled so much it made you squirm. 

After extricating yourself from his clutches, a quick search on the internet told you that rabbits do this to mark their territory. You have trouble looking him in the eye the rest of that day. You know he’s attracted to you; have done since that first night. But he’s been ever so respectful. For some reason, the thought of him marking you as his makes your skin flush and burn.

Shopping for groceries is an experience, too. Jungkook skips around the store, picking multiple things up, asking you if you like them before throwing them in the shopping cart. It doesn’t matter whether you need them or not, just if you like it. That’s good enough for Bun. He’s so happy and energetic, his smile wide and eyes sparkling until you bend over into a freezer to pick up some ice cream. When you turn back, Jungkook is clinging to the cart, his eyes wide and entire body stock-still. All but his foot as it wildly pounds the ground.

“You okay, Bun?” you ask with a tilt of your head. His mouth drops open into a shape as round as his eyes. Mimicking you, Jungkook tilts his head before blinking and shaking it. And then he coughs, practically vibrates, before muttering something about cereal and running off in the opposite direction of the cereal. 

Ever since that peculiar day, Jungkook has insisted on going grocery shopping alone. Something about getting out of the house and becoming more independent. But he blushes and averts his eyes as he says it, foot tapping wildly until he kicks over a plant pot. He cleans up the mess without another word, chewing on one of its stricken leaves and purposefully avoiding your eyes for the rest of the day.

Your weekends become different too. Before Bun arrived, you’d spent them relaxing after your work week, alone and in peace. Now you have a tiny, demanding rabbit that follows you around your apartment, tripping you up. And now you also have a fully grown, demanding man. A roommate - for lack of a better word - with which to do things. Now you have Saturday walks in the park and Sunday brunches. Imagine that.

 Jungkook is incredibly physical. Forever moving, rarely still, bouncing from foot to foot, wiggling when excited. When you praise him, he claps and dances. The day you get a promotion at work, he hugs you so tightly, lifting you up and spinning you in the air because he’s simply that happy. He binkies about in excitement just as much as he did in bunny form, long hair and floppy ears bouncing wildly as his eyes crinkle in happiness, sending things flying in his excitement. You’ve already replaced one particular lamp three times.

But then Jungkook starts marking his territory in human form, too.

You’re chopping something for dinner on some nondescript day when Jungkook approaches you from behind, hands sliding gently over your hips. You could shake him off easily if you wanted to. But you find yourself not wanting to. His chin rests on your shoulder as though he’s just watching you work, but then the subtle rub starts. Across your shoulder and into the crook of your neck, until an involuntary shudder runs down your spine. It snaps Jungkook back to his senses and he pulls away.

—-

The day everything changed was the day from hell. Work had been awful, just one fuck up after another. None of which were even your fault, but all of which you were expected to fix.

You come home to a tidy apartment, subtle scented candles burning and soft music playing. Jungkook is in the kitchen cooking, and you’re sure the ingredients you can smell are ones he’s shopped for today.

“Welcome home.” He smiles over his shoulder at you. “Dinner is almost done if you want to get washed up.” He turns back to stir the pan on the stove. When you walked through the front door you were on the verge of tears. Now your eyes are misting up for the complete opposite reason.

You drag your sorry ass over to him and practically collapse against his wide, strong back, wrapping your arms around his tiny waist like he often does you.

“Thank you,” you practically sob into his shirt, screwing your eyes closed in an effort to not actually cry. You try to keep the emotion out of your voice but Jungkook knows you well enough to sense you’re upset by something. He immediately switches off the stove burners and turns to wrap his arms tightly around you, holding you without a second thought.

 “What is it? What’s wrong?” he asks, voice full of concern. Large, strong hands brush the hair back from your face.

 “I just had a really shit day, and you just—” You turn, arms flailing, motioning to the clean apartment and dinner on the stove. Jungkook nods in understanding. “—you made it all better.” His eyes go round as he blinks at you in shock, before melting into something warm. He tucks your hair behind your ears and tilts your head as he moves in, as though he were going to kiss you. Your eyes flutter closed as his nose brushes yours, but his lips never touch yours. “What’s this?” you ask in a whisper, blinking your eyes open to find him smiling at you softly.

 “A rabbit thing,” he says simply, resting his forehead against yours with a soft grunt of air. It doesn’t quite reach a growl. You know it's a rabbit thing; you researched. But you didn’t expect it in human form.

 “Okay.” You don’t push, don’t demand an explanation for a deeper meaning, just accept the affection from him. You lean in and brush your nose against his in return, causing him to gasp and grunt again, hand moving from your face to your waist. It lingers there for a few seconds before Jungkook gently, physically, pushes you away, his large eyes looking bigger than usual. His pupils are blown out, almost entirely black. Breath comes from his parted lips in short pants and huffs.

 “You should get cleaned up while I finish dinner,” he says softly, stepping backwards. There’s an arm’s length of space between you now. You nod at him, hands finding his, giving him a squeeze as you back out of the kitchen. You don’t let go until the space between you is too far for your fingertips to touch. His eyes don’t leave you until you’re completely out of sight.

 You close the door quietly, leaning your forehead against it and taking slow, deep, grounding breaths, trying to calm the racing of your heart. What was that? Sure, it isn’t the first time he’s done it; he did it on the night he transformed and kissed you. Somehow, though, it felt as intimate as him kissing you again. Is it wrong to feel this way towards Jungkook? He’s your Bun, your charge; you’re his caretaker. Are you taking advantage of him? Is he only acting like this because he’s thankful to you for taking care of him?

 You push off and away from the door, feeling heavy. It’s almost like there’s a rope connecting you to Jungkook and forever pulling you towards him. You change out of your work clothes into something more comfortable. If that more comfortable thing happens to be something just a little clingy in certain, flattering places, and it makes you feel pretty, then you tell yourself you need the ego boost after the day you had. It has absolutely nothing to do with wanting to look good for Jungkook. You head to the bathroom to wash your face and brush your hair into something more relaxed before returning to the kitchen. And Jungkook.

 “Nope!” Jungkook yells, stopping you before you can even enter the kitchen, two strong hands taking you by the shoulders, turning you around and practically marching you towards the living room. You pout over your shoulder at him, but he’s just grinning and laughing at your pouty face. You slump onto the sofa and he leans over the back of it, hovering over you, his eyes crinkling as he laughs musically. Ever so carefully he takes you by the jaw, rubbing his chin over your head, tilting you to the side so he can whisper in your ear.

 “Sit and relax, I’ll bring you dinner.” His voice is light and full of joy.

 You sit and pout, grabbing the remote to put some music on. At the exact moment you drop it back to the table, a bowl of food is placed in front of you. You blink up at a grinning Jungkook as he retreats eagerly to the kitchen, presumably for drinks. His enthusiasm is infectious. You pick up the bowl of pasta, twirling your fork in the creamy sauce and noodles, and take a big bite. It’s delicious. Delicious enough to have you moaning with pleasure and sliding back against the couch.

 “Kookie, this is amazing!” you groan, licking the sauce from your lips.

 Jungkook stares at you, eyes wide, focused on your tongue as it slides along your lips. You hadn’t even realised he’d come back from the kitchen. He places a glass of wine on the table in front of you, ducking his head and hiding behind his ears as he shuffles to his spot on the sofa, bowl in hand. You watch him slyly out of the corner of your eye. His face is so red, so glowing you can almost feel the heat radiating from it. “I made it,” he says, still staring intently at his food. “I found a recipe online I thought you would like.”

 “From scratch?” you ask, amazed. He nods, biting his lip and refusing to look at you. You reach across the space between you and thread your fingers into his soft, wavy locks, rubbing the spot just behind one of his floppy ears. “Bun this is amazing, it tastes amazing!” His head lifts up, eyes so big they sparkle in the low light. “You’re amazing,” you whisper in a soft voice. Jungkook ducks his head again, hiding once more behind his long ears and curly hair. He eats his food slowly, more picking at it than anything. You, on the other hand, tuck in enthusiastically, all manners and grace gone, letting him see and hear your enjoyment of the food. You know how much it pleases him when you unabashedly enjoy his cooking. When you ask for seconds, handing him your empty bowl, Jungkook binkies across the room to the kitchen, bouncing on his heels as he piles a second serving of noodles and sauce into your bowl.

 He hands it back to you soon after and sits beside you on the sofa, knees curling under himself. Reclining on the back cushions, he observes you as you eat, arms crossed and eyes sparkling. When you’re half way through your second serving and can’t eat a bite more, he whisks away the dishes and returns quickly to your side. 

 Jungkook flops over and places his head in your lap. “Will you…” He bites his lip, turning to bury his face in your sweater, his cheeks burning crimson again.

 “What? What do you want, Kookie?” you ask, carding your fingers through his hair and rubbing a thumb over the gentle fur of his ear. It twitches repeatedly.

 “Just this. Will you play with my hair? Stroke my ears?” he asks in a small voice. It’s unusually meek for him in his human form.

 “Of course I will, Bun. Anything you want.” You smile, running your fingers through his hair, nails trailing down his scalp. His leg kicks out, narrowly missing the coffee table. You hand him the remote. “Pick something to watch.”

Jungkook shuffles, turning to face the TV. With his head still in your lap, he curls up into a ball, enjoying your ministrations. You continue to pet him, running your fingers through his hair and stroking his ears, twirling locks of hair around your finger before releasing the resulting curl. You lounge there together, the stress of the day bleeding away from you thanks to a stomach full of good food and your hand tangled in the hair of—Jungkook—whatever he was to you right now.

You don’t know exactly when you fall asleep, but you wake to strong arms holding you, carrying you to your room. Jungkook places you delicately on your bed and you fling yourself backwards, curling up to drift off again. But before long you’re being shaken gently awake and sat back up. Soft, cotton pajamas are pushed into your hands.

“You need to get changed,” a soft, deep voice says firmly in your ear. A warm body presses against your back.

You pout, eyes resolutely closed, but begin taking off your sweater. Large hands help you when you get tangled on your arms. It’s even more of a struggle to unhook your bra. You flail for a while before dropping your arms and slumping back against Jungkook with a tired, pathetic whine. If you were properly awake you might have noticed how his breath hissed through his teeth, or how his nose rubbed your temple. 

With more force than is probably necessary, Jungkook grips you by the shoulder and props you forward. Then, with just one finger, he pulls your bra band away from your back, taking all care not to touch you at all. By some black magic he manages to unhook it, sliding the straps down and off your arms before discarding it on the floor. Not once does he look over your shoulder. He pulls the camisole of your pajama set over your head, guiding your arms through the straps before you wake enough to take over and pull both arms through.

“Now the shorts,” he grunts, low and gruff. It’s unusual enough that you pout at him over your shoulder.

“Bossy bunny,” you mumble, standing and kicking off the comfy leggings you had on. Somewhere in the back of your head you register a soft ‘”shit’” that you’re too tired to acknowledge. You pull on your shorts and sit back down, immediately flopping to your pillow. You feel your body being turned, tucked beneath the sheet pulled over you. Sleep comes easily to you after that.

—-

You wake up while it’s still dark outside. Jungkook’s chest is hot against your back, his knees curled and tucked behind yours. A muscled arm hangs heavily over your waist, keeping you close to him. You lift it as carefully as possible and slide out of bed, tip-toeing stealthily across the soft carpet and out of the room. You head to the kitchen and grab a glass in the dark, in search of a drink for your parched throat.

You drink your fill and shuffle back to bed, bringing a glass with you just in case. Although you slip into your room as stealthily as you’d left it, Jungkook is awake when you return. He sits with his arms wrapped around his knees, bottom lip snagged beneath his prominent front teeth.

“Kookie?” you ask softly in the darkness, making your way back to your side of the bed. “I’m sorry, did I wake you?”

“No, I just—I reached for you and you were gone,” he says, watching you place your glass of water down and climb back into bed. “I was waiting for you to come back.”

“Silly rabbit,” you coo. Jungkook rolls towards you, wrapping his arms around your waist and tangling a powerful, muscular leg with yours. You settle back, stroking his head and mulling over his unusual clinginess as sleep comes to claim you. 

But then you feel a pressure against your thigh, and you’re suddenly very awake. 

Jungkook undulates his hips to a subtle rhythm. “Wha-” you begin, turning to look at him. But he buries his nose beneath your jaw, his breath coming out in soft,  heavy huffs in time with his movements. He grinds against your hip with a desperation. You swallow audibly, forcing yourself to ask as your face burns. “Jungkook, what are you doing?”

“Sorry,” he whines. “I can’t help it, I just—” He throws his thigh over your hips, shifting until he’s hovering over you, weight on his knees and forearms. His hips drop to roll against your stomach, a thick bulge straining the thin material of the pajama bottoms you had bought him. Jungkook ruts against your sweat-covered skin as you stare up at him, eyes wide, frozen in shock. Heat floods through you, stirring your insides until you’re panting. He is, too. His mouth hangs open as he huffs in time with his thrusts, lips grazing your jaw until they reach your mouth. He caresses it softly with his own, barely a whisper of a touch. Once. Twice. Just like that first night he turned. The third time, he kisses you. Your eyes flutter closed and you kiss him back. Nothing more than a delicate tilt of your head and a careful brushing of your lips against his. This is wrong, a voice in the back of your head whispers. This man is practically a stranger.

Only he’s not.

He’s shared your bed as a human for the past two weeks, and ten weeks before that as a rabbit.

You’ve spent evenings curled up together, watching shows you both enjoy. You know his moods, as he knows yours. Your hand feels as comfortable tangled in his hair as it does amongst his fur, and you can read his eyes in both forms exactly the same.

He’s your Jungkook. Your Kookie. 

Your Bun.

He exhales heavily, his tongue lapping at your lips for more. Warm breath fans your face and you practically tremble with anticipation. Jungkook tears himself away to run his hands down the curves of your body, and as you look up at him, your mouth dries at the sight of his godly form. The ever-present glow of the city creates a subtle neon halo behind him, heightening his otherworldly, divine presence.

“I-I—“ As suddenly as he came onto you, Jungkook scrambles backwards off the bed, falling ungracefully to the floor. “I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry!” he yells, eyes watery and wide with terror. He rushes out of the room so quickly he doesn’t even stand up straight. Just heads straight for the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. You follow too late, reaching your bedroom doorway just in time to hear the bathroom lock snap into place.

You drop to your knees outside the bathroom door, knocking on it gently. “Jungkookie, what’s wrong? Please, come out,” you call.

“I can’t,” comes a whine from the other side of the door. It almost sounds like a sob. “I have to stay here. Can I have a blanket please?” The voice is strained and tight; unsure. It’s not like the warm, bright voice you’ve come to know at all.

“Okay,” you agree. “I’ll get that for you. I’ll be right back.” When you return with the requested blanket, you let Kookie know with a small knock on the door. He cracks it open just enough for you to push the bedding through. In doing so, you catch a glimpse of his eyes. They’re wide and a little teary, his pupils huge. His face and upper chest is worryingly flushed. Jungkook notices you scrutinising his appearance and slams the door shut before you can comment. You hover on the other side of the door, not wanting to leave him. “I’m not upset with you, Bun. I understand if you want some space. Good night.”

You shuffle your way back to bed, curling up under the duvet for the first time in weeks. Because despite the heat and humidity of summer, it feels far, far too cold.

—-

The fullness of your bladder wakes you, demanding you seek relief immediately. You can tell by the noise outside that it’s late morning, and you hope Jungkook is already awake. You roll out of bed and shuffle over to the bathroom, trying the handle and finding it still locked.

With a reluctant sigh, you knock. “Jungkookie? Bun, I need to pee. Can you let me in please?” A few moments later there’s shuffling behind the door and the soft click of a lock opening. A sunken-eyed Jungkook stands on the other side, eyes averted. The duvet you gave him wraps him like a shroud. It hangs over his head, hiding his ears, his hands clutching it tightly at his chest. He stares pointedly at his feet as he shuffles past you, and if it weren’t for your desperate need to pee you’d stop and talk to him. But that’s a conversation that can wait until you’ve made breakfast.

You finish in the bathroom as fast as possible and make your way to the kitchen, noticing how he sits curled up on the chair in the corner of your living room.

You pull out all the things you need to make pancakes and crank up the volume on an upbeat playlist; mostly songs Jungkook likes listening to in the mornings. “Jungkook, could you help me please?” you ask sweetly. “The strawberries and bananas need slicing.”

He perks up at that, ears twitching before his eyes dart over to you. He loves bananas, almost obsessively loves them. I knew that would work, you smile to yourself. Jungkook fiddles with the waistband of his pajamas and you try to forget the outline of his hardness straining against them. Try to forget how your skin flushed when he rocked it against you. You focus back on the batter, giving it an extra hard stir, making sure there’s no lumps in it. That’s the reason for you beating it so vigorously. No other reason.

You sigh, pinching yourself before switching on the burner on the stove.

Jungkook begins chopping fruit. Yes. You smile to yourself, watching him out of the corner of your eye as you work on two stacks of pancakes. The tension in the air between you two eases, and soon you’re both dancing to a song that Jungkook listens to often; its easy choreography something you developed together. The song changes into something new, something you’ve never heard before, but you sway your hips nevertheless as you ladle batter into the hot frying pan. Jungkook bounces from foot-to-foot, endlessly energetic as he works his way through half a bunch of bananas and the entire bowl of strawberries. He’s piling the chopped fruit up on plates when you push between him and the counter with a small, murmured excuse me. The step he takes back to allow you access isn’t quite big enough. Even then you don’t notice; so used to squeezing around one another in the modestly-sized kitchen as you are.

 Jungkook, however, notices.

Your ass slides firmly against him and he grips your hips almost painfully hard, pressing you into the counter.

“Ow! Jungkook, what are you—” Your question becomes a squeal of surprise when he buries his nose behind your ear and grinds his rapidly hardening cock into the cleft of your ass. Only two, flimsy layers of clothing separate you. 

“I need you so bad,” he growls as he rubs his nose through your hair, the underside of his chin skimming the column of your neck. You arch back into him, throwing your head back to expose more of your neck to him. You’re usually a lot more reserved with men—a lot—but something about Jungkook makes you want to be wild. Maybe it’s the way you feel so safe with him. His body is a solid presence against your back, his thrusting desperate and needy. Gone is the sweet, delicate Bun you’ve come to care about. He’s been replaced with someone who grips you, growls at you, and yet you still feel safe in his arms.

It’s Jungkook. He’d never hurt you.

You groan, something between a whine and a whimper being ripped from the back of your throat as he rubs himself against you. Then, suddenly - unwelcomely - cold air hits your back. 

Jungkook has torn himself from you for a second time. 

You turn but he’s not behind you. Spinning in place, you see a fluffy tail vanishing around a cabinet and a pair of light grey pajamas left in its wake. You follow fast enough to watch him hightail it out of the kitchen and across the living room, straight under the chair in the corner. He never sits in it as a human, preferring to sit next to you on the sofa, but it’s his favourite place to hide as a bunny.

You crouch, peeking under the chair, trying to coax him out.

“I’m sorry, Jungkookie. Come out and talk to me, please?” you beg to the huddled mass of fur under the chair. He stays where he is, shifting in a way you know means he’s settling in for the long haul. You stand up, running to turn off the stove before dashing to your bedroom and throwing on some clothes. After grabbing your bag, you check under the chair again. Jungkook is still there. “I’ll be right back, okay?” you tell him, before rushing out the door.

You all but run out of your apartment building, dodging people on the street as you head to the florist a block and a half away to get a custom bouquet made. It’s ugly as hell, but it’s not supposed to be for looking at. All of the flowers are suitable for rabbits to eat, and you get triple the ones you know Jungkook is particularly fond of.

You rush back to your apartment on a sliver of energy, taking extra care to preserve your gift, but the whole journey takes you less than twenty minutes. You discard your shoes and bag by the door and head straight for the chair, placing your peace offering on the floor before it.

“I have a gift for you,” you say, pulling a white hibiscus from the bouquet and presenting it to him. “Please come out and talk to me, Bun.” You watch as Jungkook hops forward, unable to resist the pull of his favourite flower. You untie the haphazard collection of flowers and lay them out on the decorative wrapping paper for him. It does the trick and draws him out from under the chair. You hold your hand out to him carefully, letting him come to you on his own terms. Jungkook devours a rosebud and hops forward, bumping your hand with his nose. You sigh, tension you didn’t know was building melting from your shoulders.

Somewhat placated, you head back to the kitchen. The pancakes are now cold but nothing that can’t be reheated. You store his breakfast in the fridge and slip a couple bits of banana onto the paper with the flowers. Jungkook leaps at them, devouring them with relish before following you into the kitchen and circling your chair as you eat your pancakes. He reaches up, nudging your foot to get your attention. And by attention, he wants more bananas.

Once you’re all done with breakfast, you move to the living room. There are several episodes of a TV show you and Jungkook have been watching together that you need to catch up on, and that’s your usual plan for the weekend. Jungkook, however, has other plans. He jumps into your lap, purposefully knocking the remote out of your hand. You tangle your fingers through his fur and feel him shudder under your touch.

“Do you want to tell me what's wrong now?” you ask softly, thumb rubbing soothing circles between his eyes. Beneath your hand, Jungkook transforms. He curls in on himself, doing his best to obscure his nudity, and buries his head in your stomach. You run a hand down his back and find his skin is clammy and feverish. “Oh my god, are you sick? Bun, you’re burning up!” you exclaim, panic injected into your tone.

“I’m going into heat. It’s why I keep—why I keep—” His voice is high-pitched and strained again.

“Why you keep rubbing against me?” you finish for him, raking your nails through his long locks. His ears and tail twitch and Jungkook whines. Nodding, he curls in on himself tighter. “You need a partner,” you say matter-of-factly, but he shakes his head in disagreement.

“No. I don’t need a partner...” he says simply, the implication left hanging. You move his ear carefully, brushing his hair from his face and cupping it with one hand. Your thumb strokes his cheekbone until his tightly-clenched eyes open.

 “Then, tell me what you want,” you whisper. His eyes narrow like he’s assessing you. Assessing the full implication of your words and trying to decide how to answer you.

 “Normally I’d mate with someone in a nest—” Jungkook starts before he’s racked by shudders. He buries his face in your stomach again and whines.

 “My bed,” you offer. “You can build a nest there if you need to.”

He shoots upward at your words, watching your face carefully. “But—” His eyes are wide, mouth agape as he draws the logical conclusion but not daring to hope. “--where will you sleep?” He asks as though he is scared of the answer.

 You carefully brush his hair back from his face, thumbing over a floppy ear. “I c-can—“ you stutter, before taking a deep breath. “I’ll figure something out.” You lean forward, pressing your forehead to his. Your lips are so close like this, close enough to brush against each other as you speak. It’s not quite a kiss, but your intention is clear. “If you need anything—if you want anything...” You trail off. 

 Jungkook wastes no time. He sits up and crawls into your lap, his bare, muscular thighs straddling yours as he kisses you deeply. His hands, no longer rough, cup your face delicately as though he can’t believe he’s been gifted something so precious. Even as his naked hips roll against your stomach.

 “Iwantyouwantyouwantyou. Need you,” he chants between kisses.

 And in an act of madness - or perhaps sanity - you give yourself to him completely.

Next Chapter

[arvandus]

So hopefully I got in on time! Btw, I’ve been absolutely loving your HC’s, the stutter one was friggin adorable! I love soft Dabi, there’s not much of him out there in stories 😢

Anyway! I was wondering if you could do HC’s with Dabi for someone who may be deaf or just hard of hearing? Ifff your comfortable, I would love to see what he would do for a male s/o (or platonic friend/league member, etc, whichever you choose!) If you don’t want to do this it’s completely fine and you can switch it to ambiguous/female (I don’t know if you have ever done men before haha!)

Hello! I’m so flattered for this ask because you’re trusting me to portray something that’s personal to you and outside of my own experience. I can absolutely do this with a Male Reader (my first one!).

I’m not sure what type or level of hearing loss you had in mind, so I did my best with this and went with an acquired hearing loss that’s moderate-to-severe. Also, I wrote Reader as someone who wears hearing aids. I hope that’s all right, since that’s typically the case for those with more severe hearing loss (otherwise communication is really difficult to do, since I don’t suspect Dabi would know sign language). Also, I got a couple of cute ideas that I really wanted to fit into this that follow more of a friends-to-lovers sort of vibe rather than established relationship. Anyway, I hope you enjoy!


Headcanons for Dabi x M!Reader who’s Deaf/Hard of Hearing (HOH)

Warnings: None.

Word Count: 1240

💙 When you first join the LOV, Dabi will be skeptical at first, as he is with all things. How could someone with a hearing loss really be of any value to the league? He can’t help but wonder what skills you’re bringing to the table to that convinced Shigaraki to allow you to join.

💙 Dabi doesn’t interact with you right away... he prefers to observe. Part of it is that he doesn’t care for attachments, even amongst his comrades. Another is that he doesn’t expect you to last very long in the League. If he does interact, it’ll be through snarky quips and insults. After all, he loves getting under other people’s skin... it makes him feel like has an advantage.

💙 So, it goes without saying that Dabi will be a hard nut to crack at first. He’ll definitely have some crappy preconceived notions about people with hearing loss that he’ll get to face as he’s forced to get to know you.

💙 For example, he learns super fast that your hearing has little to do with your intelligence. You’re fucking smart and more than capable of handling yourself, much to his surprise. You quickly become an important member of the team, and even Dabi can’t really argue your value. It only makes his interest in you grow, his skepticism giving way to curiosity.

💙 Another thing he learns about you... you value your independence and hate when others coddle or dote on you due to your hearing loss. The first time Toga had tried to treat you as something fragile (granted she was trying to be nice), you’d quickly put her in her place. Dabi couldn’t help but grin at that exchange...

💙 The great thing about Dabi sitting back and observing everyone else most of the time is that he gets to learn by proxy how to interact with you.

💙 Don’t mumble or talk too fast. Don’t look away when talking to you. Talk more clearly, and slower, but for God’s sake, don’t treat you like you’re dumb. You’re hard of hearing, not stupid.

💙 Even with all of that taken into consideration though, he’ll notice that while you seem to do fine in one-on-one exchanges in quiet environment, you’ll withdraw more in group gatherings. Is the chattering of multiple voices too much? Is the noise overwhelming? Even he can’t always tolerate the prattling of the social butterflies of the group, so he wouldn’t blame you if it got under your skin too.

💙 His interest will finally be piqued when he watches you retreat during a rather boisterously loud game night amongst the League. He’ll follow quietly behind you, watching as you pass your own room in favor of the stairwell leading up to the rooftop.

💙 You don’t notice he’s followed you until he sits next to you. Your eyes betray your surprised at his presence.

💙 “What are you doing here?” you demand.

💙 He’ll give you a grin and a cock of his head. “You didn’t seem like you were havin’ much fun back there. Got anything to do with these?” he’ll tap your hearing aid playfully.

💙 You huff at him. “If you want me to hear you better, you’ll need to sit on my other side. My hearing aid battery died.”

💙 “You don’t have a backup?” he asks as he adjusts his position.

💙 You shake your head.

💙 “Doesn’t sound too bad.” He’ll tease. “I wish I could turn off my ears, especially when Toga laughs.”

💙 You give him a glare at his insensitive comment. “You don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.”

💙 He raises an eyebrow at you and think for a moment, before looking back out over the cityscape. “Why don’tcha tell me about it then.”

💙 You give him a skeptical look but he waits silently for you to continue. His smirk is gone as his sharp eyes glance back at you. He's serious.

💙 You’ll finally open up to him, explaining how hard it can be sometimes. How noisy environments can make your hearing aids nearly useless when the noise is too much, when everyone is talking at once. How frustrating it is to not be able to follow a conversation let alone participate, and how it can sometimes make people assume things about you. At best, they’ll assume you can hear fine with your hearing aids and therefore assume you’re being aloof or don’t want to interact. At worst, they’ll think your slow or stupid, and look at you with pity.

💙 Dabi will listen, but he won’t offer much up except sarcastic remarks about the others in an attempt to make you feel better. After all, sympathy isn’t his strong suit. But you’ll find yourself feeling better by the end, just grateful to be able to vent to someone.

💙 When you smile at him and tell him thanks for listening, it’ll take him by surprise. Not because of your reaction – he expected that, at least. What’ll surprise him is his reaction to it – a strange sense of satisfaction will wash over him, filling him with an unfamiliar warmth. He realizes - a moment too late, before he can bring down his barriers - that he likes seeing you smile, especially when it’s at him.

💙 You’ll feel slightly closer after that, finding more opportunities to hang out on the quiet rooftop and chat.

💙 He’ll surprise you on your next visit with a brand-new pack of hearing aid batteries. You’ll give him a suspicious look, asking where he got them and how he knew what kind to get you, but he’ll give you a wicked grin and brush off your question with an evasive comment.

💙 It won’t take long for you to start developing a crush on him, and against your better judgment, you find yourself staring at him a lot more and finding ways to be around him more. Hanging out at the bar, going on missions together, sitting next to him during the LOV discussions… you try to brush it off as ‘becoming friends,’ but deep down you know better.

💙 It doesn’t take long for Dabi to take notice and begin to suspect that maybe… just maybe… all of your secret glances and increased attention aren’t strictly platonic.

💙 What a wonderful turn of events. He wasn’t sure if you were interested in men, but now he’s 99% sure you are... or at the very least, interested in him.

💙 It leaves his skin feeling hotter than usual, his heart pounding in his chest with excitement. He wonders if you know... or even suspect... that he watches you too in mutual attraction.

💙 He’ll start testing the waters, just to make sure, of course. Hit you with a few flirty nicknames to see how you react. As soon as he sees you fluster and flounder in obvious embarrassment, he’ll know he’s got you, and it makes your exchanges only that much more entertaining.

💙 The more he learns about you, the more interested he becomes. He’ll start to do research on ways to support you with your hearing loss. It’ll be purely out of curiosity, of course... it’s not like he’s gonna go out of his way or anything. But he ends up finding himself down the rabbit hole of hearing aid supports, and learns about Bluetooth capabilities, FM systems, infrared systems... ways to send targeted noise – like speech for instance – straight to your hearing aids, bypassing any pesky background noise.

💙 It won’t take long for him to get an idea – two birds with one stone, so to speak...

💙 You’ll be on the rooftop together, when he says, “I gotta surprise for ya.”

💙 He pulls out a box that’s labelled ‘Dynamic FM System.’

💙 If you try to reach for it though, he’ll hold it out of your reach. “ah ah ah... we gotta find the right place to try it out.”

💙 He’ll lead you downstairs and you’ll think he’s heading to the common space where the others are, but instead he takes you outside of the hideout, leading you down the street.

💙 “Where are we going?”

💙 “You’ll see.”

💙 The two of you will end up outside of a bar. Not just any bar, though… the line of patrons is already a huge hint of what you’ll find inside.

💙 “Wait isn’t this….?” You’ll start.

💙 Dabi will only smirk at you though, before he grabs your hand and leads you in.

💙 Inside will be loud. So loud you have to turn down the volume on your hearing aids, and too loud for you to hear anything of value. But as you look around, your suspicions are confirmed - instead of the usual opposite sexes pairing up like you find at most bars, this one is different. Men are pairing up with men, women are pairing up with women. Your heart is beating like a drum in your chest, your pulse racing with excitement. Of all the places for Dabi to bring you…

💙 You keep close to Dabi, holding onto his arm. He loves that, loves that you’re looking to him for protection. And protect you he does, his eyes threatening violence to anyone who stares too long at you.

💙 He’ll sit you down at the bar with him in the center of the noise while drunken gay couples flirt over their drinks and a group of girls laugh in the corner. He’ll say something to the bartender, and a minute later, two fresh drinks are place before the two of you.

💙 He won’t try to talk to you yet as he opens the box and begins taking out all of the pieces. He’ll plug in the small, cylinder-like component into your hearing aid - the receiver. He’ll be completely up in your space when he does it too, grinning at you with his ocean blue eyes. In his hand he holds the transmitter that contains a button with a microphone on it.

💙 Once everything is hooked up properly, he’ll speak into the mic, his finger on the button.

💙 “Hey there.” He says. His voice comes through crystal clear.

💙 “Hey.” You smile.

💙 Once Dabi knows you can hear him, his devilish grin will widen and he’ll lean casually against the bar counter as he stares at you, his eyes drinking you in. “Have I ever told you how hot you are?”

💙 That’s when it finally clicks… Dabi is actually interested in you. And he’s taken you out on a date.

💙 BONUS: If the bar scene ends up being too much for you, he’ll be more than happy to spend the rest of your date on your favorite rooftop spot with some take-out. 10/10 will kiss you by the end of the date.

[h2bakugou]

hello! May I please have a Dabi x fem reader in the lov who likes to draw? I think she finds his scars and stuff to be a work of art in itself and is like (oh heck I gotta sketch this). He glances at what she’s drawing and she gets all flustered! Maybe he even takes his shirt off at one point which can lead to some other things~ (I like smut but if you think fluff fits the prompt better that’s alright with me!) Thank you and I love your writing!

a/n: hii! of course love! this is super sweet omg i love dabi, i feel like i dont capture his character very well but imma try like hell😩😩this is probably ooc for him but it’s sappy and i love it

summary: dabi’s hard to read, but that doesn’t stop you from sketching him. you find beauty in his flaws, entranced by his scars, so much so that dabi can’t help but be interested in you.

key: (y/n) - your name / (f/n) - first name / (l/n) - last name / (e/c) - eye color / (h/c) - hair color / (y/q) - your quirk

warnings: swearing, fluff, sappy romance bc i love this man, some spicy themes, one mention of a slight(possible? idrk what counts) manga spoiler (e.g. dabi’s past/history) (manga spoilers in tags!!)

wordcount: 2k

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It’s never been a really big secret that you liked drawing. But when it comes to working for the league, specifically, the League of Villains, your line of work doesn’t allow for very much downtime unless you’re in the midst of planning some sort of attack or rebellion.

Whether or not the league keeps hopping from rendezvous spot to rendezvous spot isn’t up to you, but you never fail to get a little used to the eerily calming silence that falls upon the league during the first twenty-four hours of the new four walls that seem to keep you safe for the time being.

With a barely sharpened pencil in your hand, a small drawing pad in the other, you’re staring at Dabi as you sketch him.

It started as a bit of a joke, maybe just teasing him since he liked to tease you about being into him since you were the only one he was really super close, if you could call being the first one he spoke to every time he saw you or the one you sought out to be paired up with during missions, ‘super close.’

But now, it was something you enjoyed.

Dabi was one among the very interesting members of the league. Something about his scars just seemed to entrance you. Pulling you in further and further down a rabbit hole of questions that you had but never let leave past your lips.

It felt wrong to ask, not that it was a bad thing to be curious, but because Dabi was just so mysterious. No one knew anything about him, or about who he was, his past, even his real name was a mystery. 

It felt wrong to disturb the unnerving peace that was Dabi. The resting expression on his features balancing on a thin cable between anger and poor personal resilience.

Dabi’s scars were the highlight of your sketches, always standing out. What the others may have thought to be ugly, or unattractive, you thought were beautiful, and emotional.

There was a story behind them, one you wanted to know, one you wanted to uncover and read, page by page, line by line, and word for word, discovering just how truly deep Dabi’s past was. But only Dabi could show you that, only Dabi could open that book for you. And you were willing to wait. You’d wait an eternity if you had too.

His rough raven hair is messy and strewn about as you scribble down his facial features, the groggy lighting making it just a tad difficult to see as you lead the pencil over the warm white paper littered with graphite covered fingerprints.

His arms are positioned on a counter, the art work resembling how he was sitting sloped against the kitchen table, elbows pressed against the dark mahogany wood, hands resting by his mouth as his cerulean eyes peer off at the cracked cement wall in front of him, occasionally glancing back at you.

The other members of the league were scattered about but it didn’t bother you. Toga asked you a couple of questions, wondering what you were doing, if you were excited about the new plans and such.

You replied quietly as to not disturb the peace.

But soon some of the members left, going off to go eat or find something to do. And soon you were among the few left behind, along with Dabi, Shigaraki and Mr. Compress.

Having almost finally finished your current sketch, you were stopped by a pair of hands picking up your drawing pad. Rough and calloused fingers drew your pad away and your attention away.

“Hey I’m not finished.” You glanced up at Dabi. Dabi just admired the talent poured into the sketch. Dabi couldn’t wrap his head around why you drew him so often, but he didn’t mind. It was kind of touching in a way.

“Is that really what I look like?” Dabi joked, handing you back your sketch pad.

“You have looked in a mirror once before, right?” You titled your head to the side, adding a bit more detail to his scars as you began to draw again. 

“A few times. But I’d rather look at you, doll.” Dabi’s hands reached down again, this time pulling at your hands. Leading you out of the room where the other two members sat, finding a way to entertain themselves, Dabi lead you up some stairs in questionable condition.

Picking a random room, he sat down on the rickety bed and waited for you to sit down.

“Why’s that?” You tease, returning to drawing, looking up at him every few seconds to reference. And to admire him.

“You’re easy on the eyes, beautiful and-”

“Are you saying you’re not beautiful, Dabi?” You stopped him, not pausing to look at him.

“I’m not beautiful, I’m gorgeous.” Dabi chuckled, shaking his head jokingly as he laid back against the bed, his head dangling off the opposite end.

“You are.” You confirm. Finally finishing up your sketch. You get up and walk over to him, handing him the finished sketch. 

“You add so much detail to my scars. They’re just scars.” The tips of Dabi’s ears flush as heat floods to his face. He’s flustered but he won’t admit it. He can’t understand why you think he’s so beautiful.

You don’t speak. For the first time, you’re speechless. You sit down beside Dabi, and now that he’s sitting up, he faces you.

You reach your hands out and gently lift one of his arms, holding one of his hands in your own. You run your fingers across the scarred flesh, gently caressing his skin. 

His hands are cold compared to your warm fingers. He’s getting chills all down his spine as you touch him. It’s not meant to be anything out of the ordinary, but he’s still shocked that he’s letting you touch him.

“Your scars are beautiful. I’m sure there’s a story, something about them that might make you hate them, but I love them, and I think they make you that much more beautiful. You are a masterpiece, every scar a carefully calculated brushstroke on a beautiful canvas.” Your words finally come out, overflowing with love. You can’t sit quietly anymore.

“Dabi you are beautiful.” Your eyes lock with his, and you can tell he’s unsure of what to do. 

Dabi no longer felt he had the ability to cry, but if he’d let himself, he would’ve done it in that moment. Being so open and vulnerable around you just happened. It came too easily, and he hated it, but he loved you.

Pulling his arm away form your warm touch, he tossed his jacket off and to the side before tearing his shirt away from his body, allowing you to see his chest, and more of his scar covered skin.

Sitting quietly with a faint blush on your cheeks, you couldn’t look away. trying to avoid staring directly at his toned chest and his nipples, you raised your hand and allowed your fingers to sink down across his sternum.

Soon your fingers were met with his abs, which the heat on your face noticed far too well. 

“Say it again.” Dabi mumbled. You lifted your head to look into his eyes again, your hand still resting against his chest.

“You are beautiful-” The moment the words left your lips, Dabi’s own lips were pressed against yours. Kissing you roughly, more than he intended too, his hands mangled into yours, pushing your arms over your head.

His heart was pounding and it felt like it was going to beat right out of his chest onto yours. Pulling away for a few seconds, Dabi’s hair covered his eyes as he looked down, finding interest in the collar of your shirt.

“I want you.” Dabi’s words were simple, but they didn’t have to be complex. You knew what he meant, and you knew what he wanted. You wanted it too. A chance to see him in a different light, with deeper meaning.

A chance to connect with him, one on one. 

“Then take me.” Your fingers intertwined with his, your arms still resting above your head. It didn’t take long for his lips to magnetize back to yours, sticking to them like glue.

When Dabi thought about sex, he didn’t come anywhere close to making love. There wasn’t that sort of option when it came to him. He didn’t think he was at all capable of love, let alone a relationship that was going to have any sort of emotional connection strong enough to make him feel stable.

But you, you were so vastly different from anyone he’d ever fucked. So different from an excuse to get his dick wet, to get his mind off of league business or heaven forbid, his past.

But you, you were what he needed, what he wanted. It was far from therapy, but it’d work. Having you around was like a drug, addicting, and he’d be going through withdrawals if he couldn’t have you.

Feeling you, touching you, fucking you, kissing you, it was fuel to his fire. He was damaged goods, broken and shattered, impossible to put together, but you were doing your best, working on the smallest parts, exercising precautions, and opening your heart to him.

Hearing his name in the form of your moans as he rutted into you, your legs wrapped tightly around his hips drove him wild, much like the way your hands tangled into his hair, forcing his head into your chest where he kissed and sucked on your skin, leaving marks.

Your moans and his own grunts of pleasure were spewing from the locked room. Dabi didn’t care if the others heard, he was enjoying the moment.

Every part of it. Every part of you, every part of your body, your words, your love. And before he knew, Dabi was at his highest, his face flush against your naked chest, breathing heavily as he inhaled your scent.

Still inside you, he didn’t move, allowing the two of you to catch your breath. It was in this moment, if Dabi allowed himself to cry, he would’ve cried a second time. He was so infatuated with you, so attached.

“I love you.” Your words scared him, causing his cerulean eyes to peak at you through locks of his noir hair.

“That’s stupid.” Dabi kissed your sternum, kissing up your chest, stopping at your neck to leave a little mark, only to meet at your lips in the end.

“How?” You ask softly, your hands massaging his scalp as his lips hover over yours.

“I can’t explain it, it just is.” Dabi frowned, trying to understand what your eyes were saying as they clouded with emotion.

“Love is complex, and I think that maybe you’ve never really had good experiences with it. If you’d let me, I could show you just how beautiful it can be.” You offer, a small smile on your lips.

“If you feel the need-”

“I do. I love you, and I want you to know love.” You kissed his forehead. Dabi eventually pulled out, not minding the mess, he’d clean up later. 

“I want you to know why I love you.” You whispered, hugging him closer to you.

“Why I love your scars, your hands, your strength, the rasp in your voice, all of it. I love.” Dabi’s arms are strung over your waist as he lays, face nuzzled in your neck. It’s a bit of a stretch for him, and he feels out of place, but it’s oddly comfortable.

The next couple of times you draw Dabi, you ask to see him shirtless again. And with every new sketch, there’s something new to be learned, for Dabi. He’s learning about love, and loving you. 

He finds that you still draw him incredibly cute, and though he won’t admit it, he loves when you draw him. He’ll pose for you if you ever ask, and you always tease him a little about how it was like he was born to be a model.

It’s a long road ahead of you, but it’s one you’re willing to take, to show Dabi just how important love is.

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Anxiety leaves her quivering - Jasper Hale (smut)

Request by @sweatyhandsduckhoagie I was thinking, her and Jasper are making out and the major makes an appearance ( 1st time in front of her) and scares her, so she wants to stop and leaves the house! She avoids Jasper for a few days and then goes back to the house and her and Jasper talk....ends with them trying again and they end up having sex. Just cute and fluffy at the end! 

Hope this is what you had in mind, I think this is one of my favorite Jasper smuts. Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: the major scares the reader, but Jasper is hell bent on apologizing and maybe a sweet apology turns into something more. 

Warnings: smut, 18+, angst in the beginning 

The kiss turned sloppier with every passing moment, (y/n) was placed in his lap, thighs pressed against his, arms slung around his neck. Both had been tangled like this for a few minutes by now, savoring their privacy as the rest of the Cullens were out of the house. He felt the warm and content feeling spreading through her, soft moans spilled from her swollen lips, awakening something deep inside of him.

Jasper could feel himself fading, switching places with the major, though he tried to fight against it, he knew that he wouldn’t stand a chance against him. He moved his lips to her jaw, slowly he began to suck a few marks into her skin, eyes turning into a darker shade, nothing she had noticed until now. 

“So gorgeous, you’re mine darlin’, all mine”, his accent sounded thicker than ever, ripping her out of her bubble as his fangs grazed her skin. “Jas’”, the uneasy feeling that swapped over her, urged him on, like a predator that was hunting after his scared prey.

“Now that's not what you should call me, is it?”, (y/n) pressed her palms against his chest, trying to rip herself out of his tight grip, wondering what he was playing at. “What? Jasper?”, a nervous chuckle spilled from her lips, “you should call me major from now on”. (Y/n) struggled in his hold, shifting in his lap, panicked eyes watching his every move, heads whipping towards the door as Alice and Edward stumbled into the house, praying that Alice’s vision had only deceived her.

That one moment was enough for (y/n) to shuffle out of his arms, to grasp her bag and run out of the mansion, not noticing how Jasper switched personalities once again, honey colored, golden eyes finally returning.

(Y/n) would avoid Jasper for days, hiding away from him in the hallways, not sparing him one glance as he’d beg her to talk to him. Her heart felt heavy, it was calling out to him, she terribly missed him, but the anxiety stuck with her, remainders of the scary moment still ran through her veins. “Darlin’?”, Jasper was standing next to her, hands interlaced in front of him, fighting against the urge to touch her, he didn’t want to fuck up once again.

Her eyes momentarily grew wider, visibly gulping as she took a step backwards, “please, let me explain, please darlin’”, his voice broke with every word he spoke, venom pooled in his eyes. Her insides were burning, bile rose in the back of her throat, her body was aching for him, a small “okay”, spilled from her lips ere she could stop herself, instantly a smile tugged on his lips, there was still at least a bit of hope for them.

Jasper took her home that day, driving in the same car, hands finding their way to her knee, slowly tracing the fabric of her jeans, finally he felt at ease, like he hadn’t fucked up, like he hadn’t lost control. (Y/n) had known for quite a while, that Jasper and the Cullens were special to say the least, a few weeks back he had told her everything about them, their eternal lives, the daily fight against their primal instincts, but not once had he told her about the major, his sick and twisted self.

It took her a few moments to wrap her head around the fact that he basically had two different personas, switching between them as his primal side would gain the upper hand. “I’m so sorry, I never wanted to scare you or hurt you”, the words made her smile, (y/n) cupped his cheeks, crawling into his lap, “it’s okay, thank you for telling me”.

She attached her lips to his, falling back down on the soft mattress, dipping under their weight as he hovered above her, lips not leaving hers once. A fire was spreading through her veins, she wanted him, wanted all of him, no matter how scared (y/n) had been the last time, she knew that he’d take care of her, he wouldn’t hurt her, she was sure of it. “Darlin’”, Jaspers raspy voice shot shivers up her spine, he moved away from her, scared that he’d take it too far, it felt like a déjà-vu, repeating itself like days ago.

“I trust you, I know you won’t hurt me”, (y/n) nibbled on his jawline, hands combing through his golden locks, “I-”, Jasper’s eyes fluttered close, fighting an internal battle, wondering if he should give in, if he’d manage to keep the upper hand, pushing the major into the far back of his mind. “Please”, she pressed on, hands toying with the first buttons of his dark shirt, (y/e/c) eyes teasing him with every passing second.

A growl rumbled through him, cold hands disappearing underneath her shirt, ripping the fabric off her frame, golden eyes admiring the skin he had wanted to touch for weeks by now. “You’re so gorgeous darlin’”, she felt her cheeks burn, “don’t go all shy on me now”, his smirk made her giggle, the sound turned into a moan as soon as Jasper attached his lips to the soft skin of her boobs, hands moving along her sides, finding the bra clasp.

“Are you sure? We can stop any-”, (y/n) silenced him with another kiss, “I want you, all of you”. Her bra found its way down to the floor, jeans and panties soon following as Jasper took off his own clothes, “relax”, he rasped out, kissing his way to her aching core, walls clenching around nothing, begging for something, to finally feel him inside of her. His hands trailed up her body, softly cupping her boobs, squeezing a bit tighter, thumbs flicking over her hard nipples, god, he definitely knew where to touch her.

His cold fingers danced down to her inner thighs, tracing along her wet folds, softly pressing them into her heat, coaxing a high pitched moan out of her swollen lips. 

“Oh god Jas, feels so good”, he smirked against her skin as he kissed her hip bones, thumb circling her clit just enough to push her down the rabbit hole she wouldn’t find her way out for a long time. Jasper began to build a steady rhythm, fingers perfectly stretching her, thumb adding just the right pressure, god, he’d love to stay down there forever, teasing her, till she’d cum over and over again on his cold fingers.

“Stop”, her groan made him freeze, “I need you inside of me”, (y/n) arched her back, hands blindly searching for him, tugging on his wrists, eyes falling to his aching length. “You can always tell me to stop”, he reminded her, slapping her hand away as she tried to touch his member, “later, I don’t want to wait any longer darlin’”.

His cold touch had chills roll through her spine, pulling her under like a wave of ice cold water, knocking all air out of her lungs as she’d slowly drown in the ocean. “Jas”, she felt pathetic, whining like that, but she couldn’t stop herself, her body was aching to get conquered by him, to get lost in those beautiful eyes of his as he’d make sweet love to her. Just as another plea would roll off her tongue he had pushed himself into her heat, length engulfed by her tightness, walls constricting around him, struggling to adjust.

A few ‘oh gods’ and ‘fucks’ would stumble out of the both of them, “move, please”, (y/n) moaned into his ear, hands moving up his spine, trying to find anything to hold onto, trying to pierce her nails into his shoulders. (Y/n)s heart was rapidly beating, Jaspers hips would meet hers, getting faster with every thrust of his, “feels like you were made for me darlin’”, the words made her smile, forehead pressed against his, choking out a few breaths.

(Y/n)s head fell back as a sob crawled up her throat, she curled her toes, high on the wave of lust he brought upon her. “Please, Jas’”, she wasn’t quite sure what she was begging for, but no other words made it past her lips, too focused on the sensations he provided her with, the love she felt for him. He kept on slamming his hips against hers, rough enough to bring her closer to the edge, but not enough to leave bruises behind, careful not to hurt her in any way.

She never wanted to be touched like that by any other man ever again, she was his, his alone, only he’d get to make love to her like that, able to bring her orgasm upon her with a few thrusts, lips nibbling on hers, hands placed on the mattress, steading his broad frame. “I’m so close”, (y/n) choked out, eyes closed as she moved one hand down to her slightly enlarged clit, softly rubbing the sensitive bundle of nerves, adding to the building pressure.

“Let go darlin’, it’s alright”, Jasper mused, eyes not leaving her features, smiling to himself as her orgasm rocked through her, walls clenching and unclenching around him, the knot in her belly snapped in apart, release wrecking her, leaving her panting and moaning. 

She felt his warmth spread through her, freezing above her as he gave into his orgasm, “fuck I love you”, Jasper growled, kissing her one last time before he pulled out of her, instantly wrapping his arms around her quivering frame. “I love you too”, she smiled at him, thanking her lucky stars for bringing Jasper into her life, she was truly made for him.