#Day One: “I Trusted You.”

[riahlynn101]

Dad December - Day One: "I Trusted You."

Summary: Izuku faces the vestige of an uncle he will never get to meet, angry that he kept such an important fact from him. And then, All for One shows up. 

Trigger warnings: Implied/referenced murder, trauma (of all kinds), canonical character death, and All for One being himself.

Warning - this does contain spoilers from the last few manga chapter. (Sadly, none of them are DFO related, but oh, well....)

Wordcount: 1,904

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“I’m sorry.”

It feels like Izuku’s being punched in the gut. 

“I know we….I should have told you sooner, but I didn’t know how.”

He squeezes his eyes shut, collecting his thoughts. A thousand different words sit just outside Izuku’s reach.

“I trusted you,” he says at last, noting the heavy silence. He opens his eyes. The vast expanse of the void he’s come to know and love greets him. A deep breath in and a deep breath out. 

Behind him, The First-Yoichi Shigaraki, All for One’s brother, and Izuku's ... .Uncle-hovers. The others have disappeared further into the void. Probably for the best. He isn’t sure he can face them right now, at least not as a group. 

“I didn’t want to hurt you,” Yoichi murmurs. He sounds sincere - sad but also sincere. 

Izuku whirls around, face scrunched up. He raises an accusatory finger at his uncle. “Well, you did. What did you think would happen?”

His uncle doesn’t have an answer for that. He bows his head. “I…I just didn’t want you to get hurt. I didn’t want you to…” Yoichi trails off, looking at him with something akin to pity. 

“Didn’t want me to do what? Fight in a war? Break my body just to keep up with my peers? No, that isn’t it.” He laughs, but there’s no humor behind it. “It’s because I’m destined to murder my father.”

It’s Izuku’s turn to feel pity (or maybe it’s empathy. That shared feeling of hopelessness, of pain and loss). His uncle’s lips purse into a thin line, grief flashes in his eyes. For a mili-second, he finds himself wanting to reach out.

He doesn’t, of course. The anger coursing through his veins is enough to keep Izuku standing in place. 

“A long time ago, my brother was a good person.” 

Izuku stares at him, wondering how he failed to notice his uncle losing his mind. Or maybe he’d always been like that? It wouldn’t surprise him, given the track-record of One for All users, and he can say that because he himself is a One for All user. 

When Izuku doesn’t interrupt him (and why would he? If he’s good at anything, it’s lending an ear to those in need - just ask Tomura Shigaraki) Yoichi continues. 

“Izuku,” he says, and the use of his first name makes Izuku jolt. “You never should have been put in this predicament.”

Self-loathing ties his stomach into agonizing knots. It’s unreasonable, he knows, to be so hurt over the notion that the original wielder of One for All doesn’t think him worthy enough. Now is not the time nor place for those feelings, but Izuku feels them all anyway. 

Of course, that isn’t what his uncle is saying, but it’s hard to look past his own hurt.

“You’re a child.”

“I’m a child,” he repeats, slowly. The words feel foreign and funny on his tongue. 

“So, you can see why I didn’t tell you about your father?”

It takes him a few seconds to process his uncle’s words. A beat of silence then two, on the third beat Izuku speaks up. 

“No.”

“No?”

“No,” Izuku says, brows knitting together in confusion. “That doesn’t make any sense.” 

“I’m inclined to agree with him,” a voice pipes up. 

Their attention is immediately drawn to the imposing figure sitting poised in one of the abandoned thrones. A detail that Izuku has personally never understood, but who is he to nitpick the interior decorating choices of his predecessors. 

“All for One, what do you want?” Izuku grits out. As angry as he is at The First One for All user. It in no way cancels out how much he wants to pummel the man standing across from them. The anger he feels towards the One for All quirk and his predecessors is a mild burn, temporary and fixable, compared to the absolute inferno that makes his blood pressure rise so high it might make Recovery Girl finally retire. 

The man, or the vestige of the man, hums. He taps a finger to his chin. “Hmmm….what do I want? Glad you asked.”

In spite of his earlier hostility, Yoichi steps closer to him. Worry evident in his eyes. He grabs Izuku by the collar of his shirt, shoving him behind his back and out of All for One’s eyesight.

“You shouldn’t be here.” He sounds just as calm and collected as he had all those months ago, standing across from his brother taking control of Tomura Shigaraki, but there’s a slight tremor in his voice. 

Carefully, Izuku grabs his uncle’s clenched hand. He remains behind Yoichi, but only because his uncle sends him a stern-look that reminds him of his mother when he tries to come closer. 

“As if that’s ever stopped me before,” All for One says, amused. “Oh, it’s been such a long time since I could lay eyes on either of you.”

Izuku squeezes his uncle’s hand, willing him to stay strong. He wonders where the other One for All users have gone. Shouldn’t they have been here by now?

All for One tsks, standing up. Yoichi matches him, stepping back and taking Izuku right along with him. He takes his hand out of the boy’s grasp, using his arm to shield his nephew. 

“Come now, why are you so afraid?”

“You killed me,” his uncle murmurs, voice small. He sounds hurt, betrayed in a way that even Izuku can’t possibly understand. 

From his place behind Yoichi, Izuku can’t see what All for One’s reaction to that is. But judging from the tense silence that follows that admission and the way his uncle tenses up, he can hazard a guess. 

“That was Kudou, little brother. He’s the one that killed you.” 

“What?” Izuku asks before he can stop himself. The knowledge that his uncle’s death was caused by The Second One for All user both stuns and terrifies him. 

His uncle sends him another stern expression, but it’s too late. 

Izuku can practically hear All for One’s smile from here. “I’m glad you asked, Izuku.”

He cringes away, hating how his name sounds coming from that man’s mouth. It feels wrong somehow. 

Another step back. His uncle remains in front of him. Steadfast despite how scared he is. 

All for One must move closer, but Yoichi is quick to call him out. “Stay back!”

“Must we do this song and dance, little brother?” He asks, annoyed. 

“Leave my nephew alone!” 

All for One’s laughter echoes throughout the void. “My, my, little brother, you sound like me.”

“No, I’m simply trying to protect him.” His uncle sounds scared. He sounds uncertain.

“Just like I tried to do-”

The tension that’s been steadily building breaks. “You killed me! And don’t even try to blame Kudou or Blues or any of my successors. It was you and you alone!” His uncle jabs an accusatory finger in All for One’s direction. “Stop blaming everyone around you and start looking inward!”

“Even so,” the villain starts, tone even and sharp, “Izuku still belongs to me. I haven’t killed him, and as his father I demand to speak with him.”

“No,” Yoichi says, tone just as sharp. 

“Stupid boy-”

“We’re the same age-”

All for One sighs, heavily. “Oh, you and your technicalities.” His tone darkens, growing serious. “And I’m not asking. If you won’t step aside and let me speak with my son, I’ll have to use force.”

His uncle looks over his shoulder at Izuku. Their eyes meet. The rest of his previous anger dissolves at his uncle’s uncertain gaze. He nods, mouthing “it’s okay,” before coming out from behind Yoichi’s back to face his- no, their greatest enemy. 

It’s hard to ignore the way All for One’s face lights up upon laying eyes on Izuku.

“What do you want?”

The villain hums, thoughtfully. He’s quick to close the space between them. A mere two feet and his uncle’s extended arm are all that separates them now. 

A fond expression takes over All for One’s face, making him ache. He can’t remember his father very well. The man left when Izuku was still young, but somewhere deep within his subconscious Izuku can recall the love and adoration he was showered with. The warmth of being held firmly and close. Being loved…..

His mother loves him, Izuku reminds himself, fighting back against useless nostalgia.

He thinks All Might loves him as well, or something close to it. 

And both their love is worth way more than a man’s that couldn’t be bothered to stay to see Izuku grow up. 

“I’ve missed you,” All for One says, reaching a hand out. Instinctively, Izuku shies away. Not that he needs to - not when his uncle is there to swat at the villain’s hand. 

“Don’t touch him.”

All for One tilts his head, an unreadable expression on his face. Before any of them can say another word, the villain snaps his fingers. Yoichi disappears in a wisp of smoke.

“What did you do!?” Izuku asks, frantic. “Bring him back!”

“He’s fine,” All for One says, shrugging his shoulders. “All of them are….unfortunately.”

Izuku glares at him, crossing his arms. Here, without his predecessors or quirks to use, he feels vulnerable. He feels ...scared. 

“Well, then get on with it.”

All for One stares at him for a moment. He laughs, but it doesn’t sound as harsh as it usually does. “Oh, you’re as silly as always.”

“I don’t see how you find any of this funny.”

The villain bridges the gap between them, resting a large hand on Izuku’s shoulder. A thumb swipes at the tears sliding down his cheeks. (When did he start crying? Is he really that helpless? Inside, Izuku burns with shame). 

“I’ve missed you,” he says again, quieter. “So, so much. After my brother was killed by those miscreants.”

“Didn’t uncle say you killed him?”

A thumb brushes his lips, shushing him. “Devils in the details, little one. And your uncle has a tendency to remember things wrong.”

Despite how scared he is, Izuku manages to roll his eyes at that. 

“Anyway, I didn’t come here to discuss your uncle’s memory problems.”

Another eye roll. 

“I wanted to make sure you were doing alright. I didn’t want you to find out this way.”

The thumb returns to tracing his freckles. “What? In the middle of a war in front of my best friend-”

“Best friend is a stretch….”

“And my mentor-”

“Again, a stretch. That man is hardly fit to teach a hamster, let alone a child.”

“And anyone around the world that is currently watching the news.”

All for One grimaces at that. “Yeah…yeah, but I had to. You understand that, right? If I hadn’t stepped in, you would be a pile of dust.”

“No,” Izuku says, petulantly.

All for One lays a gentle kiss on his head. A soft smile on his lips. “No matter. Even if you won’t admit it, I would do it again anyway.” 

“Leave me alone,” he snaps, squirming out of the villain’s hold. “I don’t like you.”

Large arms wrap around him, like vices, bringing Izuku closer to the one person he desperately wishes would just go away and never return. 

“I love you, too, my Izuku.”

#daddecember #daddecember2023 #sfw #Day One: “I Trusted You.” #queue #mha #dfo au #Uncle Yoichi #no.1

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

putting my prediction on record now that the coming decade is going to see the rise of viral-marketed fancy at-home water filtration systems, driving and driven by a drastic reduction in the quality of U.S. tap water (given that we are in a 'replacement era' where our current infrastructure is reaching the end of its lifespan--but isn't being replaced). also guessing that by the 2030s access to drinkable tap water will be a mainstream class issue, with low-income & unstably housed people increasingly forced to rely on expensive bottled water when they can't afford the up-front cost of at-home filtration--and with this being portrayed in media as a "moral failing" and short-sighted "choice," rather than a basic failure of our political & economic systems. really hope i'm just being alarmist, but plenty of this already happens in other countries, and the U.S. is in a state of decline, so. here's praying this post ages into irrelevance. timestamped April 2023

#apollo don't fucking touch this one #serious post #not a shitpost #hope i forget about this post and have no reason to ever look back on it one day #fyi i'm aware that access to potable water is already a major issue in parts of the U.S. yes i know flint michigan exists #i'm saying that this issue is going to GROW unless local & federal governments work together to fix it. #so it's a matter of if we trust them to fix it. And well--do you? #what are the chances the government just denies there's a problem until the water actually turns brown #at which point it's already been common knowledge for years and people have just become resigned and that's our new normal #i'm mean come on. how many of us already believe that we're being exposed to dangerous pollutants we don't know about and can't avoid #like that's pretty much just part of being a modern consumer. accepting that companies will happily endanger your life for a few pennies #and the most you'll get is like a $50 gift card as part of a class action rebate 20 years down the line #probably the history books will look back on Flint as a warning and a harbinger that went ignored #luxury condos will advertise their built-in top-of-the-line filtration systems--live here and you can drink water straight from your tap! #watch the elite professional class putting $700 dyson water filtration systems on their wedding registry #while the rest of us figure out how to fit water delivery into our grocery budget while putting 90% of our paycheck towards rent #also eggs are $15

[stevebabey]

part one here. ze part two to touch-starved stevie that absolutely no one requested hehe <3 but i gots to let my boys have a wee kiss :")

So, hugs with Eddie become… well, a thing.

Not a thing. They’re not a thing, Steve and Eddie. It’s totally the same as when he gets hugs from Robin. Eddie’s doing him a favour as a friend. It’s got the 100% platonic energy of getting a hug from a friend — a hug that usually melts into some form of a cuddle, limbs all tangled together until they can’t tell whose are whose.

Except, Steve doesn’t really do that second part with Robin. Like he hasn’t done it ever with Robin.

So, it’s an Eddie thing.

But they’re not a thing. Not matter how much Steve would actually very much like for that happen. Okay, maybe Steve’s overthinking the whole thing a bit, but he just can’t tell.

Where’s the line? It’s infuriating not being able to discern between platonic and more, just because Steve wasn’t held enough as a fucking baby. Out of all the things he resents his parents for, Steve’s surprised that this is so near the top.

Because, sure, Steve’s had more than his fair share of hookups. He knows that sort of touch. He knows the shape of lust; the scrapes of fingernails down backs, the tight grips over skin, the push and pull of the heat of the moment.

And this thing with Eddie… is not that.

So, really, Steve knows that it’s all friendly. Eddie is just being nice. He’s being a decent dude and helping his friend out — by catapulting himself into Steve’s arms at every opportune moment.

(Steve’s only dropped 3 mugs of coffee because of this so far. It’s only because Eddie says good catch, big boy with a devilish grin every time that Steve manages to catch Eddie that Steve hasn’t completely told him to knock it off. Just yet, at least.)

And he’s different in other areas. He’ll always seem to choose the seat next to Steve on movie-nights now, content to snuggle right up to him. They get thigh to thigh, arm to arm — and Eddie only needs to get about 20 minutes in for him to do a big sigh, like an old dog, and slump over, resting his head on Steve’s shoulder.

Steve notices though. He always notices.

It’s impossible not to— the skin, even if there’s 3 layers between them, burns blazing warm. Eddie’s hair drapes over his arm, a curl inevitably tickling along Steve’s collar. He can feel the rise and fall of Eddie’s breathing, the little shake of when he laughs.

It drives Steve a little insane— insane in the way that makes him think about burying his fingers in those curls again, about pressing his lips against Eddie’s pretty mouth just to feel the smile against his skin, about digging into his chest so he can climb into his chest and live there.

Yeah, it’s— well, it’s safe to say that the effect of Eddie’s touchiness has sent what was once a fleeting thought of a crush into mind-melting levels of affection.

But he can’t fucking tell.

-

To Steve’s credit, neither can Eddie.

Which is not surprisingly considering sometimes he catches himself wondering how the hell he ended up here; in a close-knit friendship with band-geek Robin Buckley, princess Nancy Wheeler, and King Steve Harrington.

Okay, the Robin one sort of makes sense. He thinks that if no matter when their paths crossed, he and Robin would’ve always even some sort of strange friends - her snark complimenting his bitchiness. Also, the whole super queer thing helps too. Even the friendship with Nancy works, in its own weird way.

Steve though? He’s the fucking curve ball.

It works though, the two of them. Surprisingly well, actually — the two of them get on like a house on fire, bitchy quips back and forth. Even better, is the quiet that they can share. Steve loves to come around and do… nothing. Do nothing with Eddie, though.

So, even though Eddie had noticed the tension in Steve with touch, little moments where he turned rigid when Eddie’s usual wandering hands got too comfortable — Eddie chalked it up to the usual. Guys bring too uncomfortable with him, too weird about another guy being touchy. It didn’t matter than Eddie wasn’t even out to Steve yet, he was still might be that type of guy.

Well, Eddie had certainly thought so. Sure, Steve might not be one of those jocks who smacked around boys who looked too long in the locker room, but if he knew a smidge of the truth, who really knows. It would explain the tenseness at least.

But then— ‘Can I… have a hug?’ There had been a dozen things Eddie was thinking that Steve could’ve asked for but that? Wasn’t even in the ballpark. It was so left-field it left Eddie speechless for a whole moment. And Steve had been staring at the ceiling, his hands curled up tight again like- like he thought Eddie might say no.

A ridiculous thought, honestly. Anyone who knew Eddie well enough knew he was touchy; loved giving it, loved getting it. Like an overly affectionate cat, Wayne had once called him, just 11 years old, because Eddie’s need for affection seem to never be sated.

After that night, Steve’s lack of touch became far more obvious. It’s always hair ruffles or high-fives, yet never hugs. Normally, Eddie would keep to that boundary; some people are less touchy other than others, he knows that.

But… “Sometimes I realise it’s been awhile, since I’ve had some touch.” That’s what Steve had said, his words. Eddie doesn’t even think he meant to say something so heartbreaking. In fact, the guy seemed embarrassed.

It had thrown Eddie for a loop— because Steve gets around. He’s nearly notorious for one-night stands and failed flings, as Robin loves to drone on about considering she’s subjected to all the flirting. What had originally been a point of envy for Eddie, just saturates the bleakness of Steve’s words. Sex but without a moment of intimacy.

So, while Eddie is miles away from being the person who gets into Steve’s pants — not for lack of want, mind you — he does try hike up the touchiness. Little things. Lingering when he taps him on the arm, hooking his chin over Steve’s shoulder to peer over it, leaning up against him when they’re side by side watching a film.

It’s good. It helps Eddie release the pressure of his stupid monumental god-awful crush he has. Yeah, yeah, it’s laughable, even to Eddie. It’s like Gay 101; don’t get crush on straight dudes, especially the ones you’re friends with. And yet…

Steve lets him. He lets Eddie give him touch, more than he lets anyone else. He still tenses; there’s still always a moment before he can remember to relax, like he’s trying to shake off bad thoughts but then he melts. He always melts into Eddie’s touch eventually — in a way Eddie knows Steve actually loves it, drinks it up as much as he can.

And maybe, Eddie is the biggest fool to grace the Earth to let that fact give him some hope. Sue his gooey heart, he’s a romantic. It’s a quiet hope but, it’s there.

Tonight, it seems relaxing for Steve is been harder than usual— several times has Eddie traced a quite long along Steve’s arms, a subtle point that they were far too tense for someone who was wrapped up in cuddles on the couch. ‘Cos that’s 100% what they are now. Eddie will still call them hugs, but usually, when it’s just the two of them, it becomes this.

Steve, tucked up into the corner of the couch, one leg flush along the back of the couch and one hanging off the edge. It’s the prime position for Eddie to crawl up, wind his arms around Steve’s middle and give him a good squeeze and then settle there. Head on Steve’s chest, lying in the cradle of his hips. Safe. Warm.

It makes him warm, oh very warm to know that he gets this. That Steve doesn’t give this amount of trust to many, if any, other people but Eddie — he trusts Eddie.

“Y’know,” Eddie says, cheeks smushed against the plain of Steve’s pec. It feels deliciously warm and Eddie’s fairly sure he can feel how toned it is just through his cheek. Hot bastard. “I’m actually real glad you asked for that hug all those weeks ago.”

He leaves it there ‘cos he knows Steve will ask. Eddie’s eyes stay on the buzzing tv-screen even as Steve’s head shifts, turning to peer down at the boy slumped on his chest. Eddie’s pretty sure he can see Steve’s mouth twitch up into a smile.

“Yeah?”

“Oh yeah,” Eddie affirms, giving a nod and his eyes flick up to meet Steve’s for just a moment. “Think I’ve had some of the best hugs in the world.”

Okay, that was maybe more honest and sappy than Eddie was going for. He is just letting Steve know he isn’t just doing it for Steve — that he enjoys these moments just as much. He lays it on thick, tries for a smarmy angle.

“Swept up in these pillowy arms?” He croons, giving Steve’s bicep a quick squeeze, making the other chuckle softly. “Who wouldn’t think so? I’m a lucky guy.”

Despite the joking tone, there’s no quick comeback from Steve. That’s alright. Eddie’s quite happy if this is one of the times Steve just takes the compliment; let’s the word sink in and hopefully, believes them, even if it’s just a little bit. He watches the film and doesn’t read into the silence.

Not even when Steve says, “Eddie?” all soft. Nearly shy sounding. It doesn’t quite register to Eddie’s ears.

“Mm?”

“Eddie.” Steve says again, a little firmer and that catches Eddie’s attention. He turns his head and rests his chin on Steve’s chest, his brows drawn together in silent question.

But the moment he makes eye contact, Steve’s doing that scrunched up face again. Is studying the ceiling instead of facing Eddie. And just like all those weeks ago, his hands clench up tight. Twists up the fabric of Eddie’s sweater in between his fingers and uses it to ground himself.

Last time, he asked for a hug. Considering he’s currently just about squishing Steve beneath his body weight, Eddie can’t fathom what he might be worked up to ask for. Unless he was going to ask for something more than a hug— which, well, just wasn’t going to happen, even if Eddie really wanted it to.

“Can I-” Steve starts. He sucks in a breath, almost like he’s gathering courage. But he’s not, because he’s not about to ask for what Eddie hopes for, he’s not, he’s—

Unless…?

“Can I… have a kiss?” Steve asks, barely audible. The sentence is murmured, soft words that hit Eddie like a gentle kiss in itself — imprinting right onto his heart. Steve Harrington wants a kiss — from him!

“Oh.” Eddie says, in a breathy delightful way. He’s fairly certain the little monkey in his brain is clapping its cymbals at double-speed as the words process; or maybe it’s his heart, which feels like it’s leapt up his throat.

“Oh?” Steve echoes, a smile already playing at the edges of his mouth, because he can see Eddie’s want. Because he knows him.

“Yes.” Eddie says suddenly, with a frantic nod, pushing up closer so their faces are aligned. “Yes, absolutely, you can.” He affirms.

Steve huffs a quiet laugh at the eagerness and then his arm that had been slung around Eddie shifts. It moves up til his hand caresses along the line of Eddie’s jaw, tilting him just how he likes.

Eddie holds his breath. Counts the freckles he can see this close. Tries to feel Steve’s heartbeat through where they’re pressed so closely together; can Steve feel his? Thundering and hurried, beating so hard Eddie thinks he might bruise the inside of his ribs.

Then Steve kisses him. And shit, Steve’s lip are better by ten-fold than every daydream Eddie’s ever had about them. They’re warm and so soft — plush and pressing against his own and Eddie is freezing. Fuck, wait, how does this go again? Right, Eddie’s never… well, kissed anybody before.

Steve pulls back and Eddie screws his eyes up — not ready in the slightest for the disappointment of his own shoddy kissing skills. Fuck, did he really just freeze? Steve — Steve Harrington — asks for a kiss and Eddie decides to stab himself in the back by not figuring out how to fuck to kiss back.

“You call that a kiss?” Steve teases and Eddie’s well aware of the parallel — of the irony of Steve repeating his own words back at him. But he can’t make himself laugh even though it’s funny. Instead, a little groan wiggles out his throat.

“I’m sorry,” Eddie says, earnest. He forces his eyes opens — he needs to see what’s Steve’s thinking. Where he’s expecting disappointment or perhaps regret, is only patience. Maybe a touch of concern. Eddie continues, despite the humiliation that makes his throat sticky.

“I haven’t- I don’t do this often.” He coughs awkwardly clearing his throat and hoping it hides the next word. “Ever.”

There’s a jump in Steve’s eyebrows, a moment of surprise in his eyes that lets him know he did, indeed, hear that final word. It makes Eddie feel… well, it’s nice that Steve had expected him to have been kissed by now. Even if he hasn’t. He tries to take it as a compliment.

“That’s okay,” Steve assures. Absentmindedly, his thumb rubs soothing along Eddie’s jaw. It makes Eddie shiver, some outrageous amount of joy clawing into every nerve. Steve likes Eddie. He wants to kiss Eddie.

“Do you want to try again?”

Eddie nods before the questions even out of his mouth. Steve smiles, all sunshine. This time when he draws Eddie in, he notices the way Eddie holds his breath — the rigidness in his body.

Steve kisses him again, another short and soft one and then whispers against his lips, “Relax.”

‘Cos isn’t tonight just full of the parallels, Eddie thinks. He listens, tries to focus on how sweet Steve’s kiss is than his panicky heart, forcing out a breath between the kisses. His hands along Steve’s sides find a grip, grounding and good, and by the fourth kiss, he begins to feel a bit melty.

It’s good. It’s really good. Kissing Steve is top 5– nay, the top moment of his life so far. Somehow, it’s made all that much better knowing the build-up behind it. Knowing that Steve knows he isn’t just kissing him for a heat of the moment — that Eddie wants kisses here, kisses before bed, in the morning, on dates. Eddie wants Steve.

And with the way he kisses, Eddie’s pretty sure Steve wants him just as bad.

It doesn’t take long for Steve to reach what Eddie decides is an ultra pretty fuckin’ state; lips swollen from kisses, cheeks flushed, hair a little mussed up. He bets he looks no better. The thought makes him grin, enough they have to break the kiss ‘cos Eddie can’t stop his stupid happy grin ‘cos shit— he actually gets to have this Steve.

“What?” Steve asks, somehow half heart-eyed and half suspicious at the mischief in Eddie’s eyes.

“Can I... have a hickie?”

now with a part three !

#at this point call this the 'can i' series #sweet boys asking each other for things they most certainly would be given <3 #but don't think they will <3 #tried to flip it and make it so even tho eddie is used to touch. the romantic touch? he's got none! that's where he's touch-starved #ALSO EVERYONE'S TAGS WERE SO NICE ON THE LAST ONE #trust i am. not feelin so bad nowadays (me saying this like 4 days later lmao) #but <3 thank u all #gay ppl in my phone.... you know what to do #ruby writes steddie #steve x eddie #steddie #steddie fic #steddie ficlet #touch-starved steve harrington #not rlly anymore hehe #does anyone notice that it ends with yet another 'can i?" question? HEHE #yet again stib gets kisses where ruby doesn't but alas <3 dis is way fluffier this time #nearly went the angst route! and went hmmmm naur #ok ok i'll be quiet now

[novakiart]

spinneret fun! 🕷️ written by me & nevi

the rest under cut:

#spideypool #wade wilson #peter parker #spider-man #deadpool #i made this in one day fjdjjsjs forgive how weird wade looks in every panel but this is basically just a glorified scribble #also i think his badly drawn faces are funnt #more cringe losers based on nevi + my's au #again #they **** after this. #sorry? #mine #okay wait no I'm back #because put yourself in wade's shoes for a second #your bf's overactive super senses are telling him to get the hell out of dodge but he trusts you so much that he says nah fuck that #I'm safe I'm in good hands #to trust somebody more than you trust your own senses #okay /end #earth-748

[blinkpen]

was talkin to a friend about how tADC (good) was inspired by I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream (also good), which unsurprisingly is a major source of inspo for MantleDwellers (hope it is good) too, doodled a thing,

#doodles #artists on tumblr #i have no mouth and i must scream #the amazing digital circus #tadc caine #necrin #one day i'll make a post thats like all the inspo sources in a blender #and its so all over the place rebus is like 'you have to trust me the resulting smoothie will be great' #though people might be more surprised by things explicitly NOT in the blender

[waywardstation]

Pokemon Masters’ new photoshoot feature is so much fun lol

#Rei was not ready for the photo he’s halfway through a blink #I LOVE THE PHOTO FEATURE A LOT ITS SO FUN #I do feel limited by it though #I’d like to see if we could add pokemon to it as well one day #and I wish we could rotate characters around 360° and zoom them in and out further than we already can #but I understand why we can’t lol #BUT I STILL LOVE THIS FEATURE A LOT #and the title feature is so fun too!! #still waiting for that hashtag system to see what that’s like though unless it’s already come out and I just didn’t notice lol #scheduled post feature I am once again putting my trust in you please post right on the hour

[ind1c0lite]

something about desperately wanting to trust

#ace attorney #apollo justice ace attorney #ace attorney dual destinies #klavier gavin #kristoph gavin #apollo justice #athena cykes #indys art #so you know that one post talking about klavier I reblogged a few days ago well it really stuck with me hjkhl #there was one quote ''he refuses to see what his mind has deduced because he wants to trust so badly" and my mind would not let that go JKH #and couldnt help but notice that apollo does something VERY similar with athena in DD #obviously very different between athena and kristoph but idk theres something about going against your better judgement because you care- #and want to trust people you care abt despite everything #very fun and cool

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Smell Check [Easy: Failure]

MDZS Disco Elysium AU part 1 (part 2 - part 3)

#poorly drawn mdzs #mdzs #wei wuxian #lan wangji #disco elysium #MDZS Disco Elysium AU #So sad I didn't manage to get this comic out on the 15th (pd-mdzs's 8 month anniversary and DE's 4th year anniversary) but I'm here *now* #I have a very extensive and detailed MDZS Disco Elysium AU that I am Not Normal About. #I've seen a few other people point out the potential in a crossover (true) but they make the mistake in having it be set in 51! #A true crossover would take place closer to The Antecentennial Revolution! #Disco Elysium did not go that hard on its cool lore for people to only make surface level crossovers!!! #One day I'll write the fic or post my notes. I don't know who would read it but it tickles *my* brain and that's enough. #No spoilers for DE (here or in comments (please)) but please consider....Magpie Wei Wuxian B*) On his way to be an innocent. #I do think there is a good chance a chunk of the MDZS readership would enjoy DE but...it's also not a game I easily recommend #It's more of an experience you have to marinate over. It's dark in ways that are off putting to some people. #It makes you feel like a very bad person all the time. It gets extremely personal if you allow yourself to be honest in your answers #and it's also the game that saved my life. My life was truly forever changed after playing disco elysium. #If I recommend it to people it's a badge of the trust I have in you to appreciate something dear to me B'*) #If you decide to play: PLEASE go in as blind as possible. You will regret spoiling yourself. #edit: this is based on real disco elysium dialogue. HDB has many canon kinks but this is not one of them

[justplaggin]

let's dance!

#mamoru miyano going through all the italics and serifs and possible fonts in one minute and inventing several more #that 'odorou?¿?!!' is going to haunt me for days #bsd #bsd s5 #bungou stray dogs #dazai #sigma #i had to compile the full scene so that i can loop it for eternity #sigma my beloved they did him so well he SNAPPED #*86 flashbacks* shoya chiba i knew i could trust you

[miguxadraws]

more rat

i will try to control myself now i swear

sillies belong to @spitinsideme

#spitsy you are ruining my life !!!! #this creature has been one of the very few things i've been constantly thinking about #im on my knees #i just like her so much i CAN'T stop.... #i'm normal now though trust me #(lies) #I CANT STOP #!!!!! #i love this au so much it's unbelievable #straight up embarrassing! #also wtf 3 drawings in one single day?? #how am i still awake lol #tadc #the amazing digital circus #my art #tadc fanart #tadc ragatha #tadc pomni #buttonblossom #pomni x ragatha #ragapom #jesterdoll #tadc au

[stevenrogered]

one day (the series) is, quite possibly, one of the most, if not the most, accurate book to screen adaptation i've ever seen. there was just one thing i hated from the ending of the book AND THEY ACTUALLY TOOK IT OUT OF THE SHOW.

put leo woodall and ambika mod in EVERYTHING together. shes an absolute star. and white lotus only scratched the surface of what he could do. the poor guy went THROUGH it as dexter, he had to cry so much and he's really good at it lol

#one day #one day netflix #ambika mod #leo woodall #dexter mayhew #emma morley #im actually in shock how good this is #i was hoping and it exceeded ALL my expectations #honestly this show is incredible #WATCH IT #trust me have i ever steered any of you wrong lol

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

when you mentioned in your tags that there was hardly any laughingstock i didn't believe you at first, but holy shit ur right. YOU AND @krasytoonz MADE ME INTO A LAUGHINGSTOCK BELIEVER. I WILL PAY TRIBUTE TO THESE SKRUNGLY FUCKERS SOON, MARK MY WORDS *shakes fist into the void*

no yeah Seriously though its just us out here, fighting for our lives in the fucking Trenches. in ten years someone is gonna use the word 'laughingstock' casually in conversation and im gonna have War Flashbacks

#no please get out while you still can #once you let them in all the way They Will Not Fucking Leave they are There Forever #the inside of my brain is just me huddled in a corner while they make out in the middle of my skull #BUT YEAH THERES BARELY ANYTHING #trust me whenever krasytoonz posts them i am instantly there to ravenously devour the crumbs like a rabid pigeon #they are my only outside source of barnaby/howdy #them and the side plot in Stamps by Indigopoptart on ao3 #oh the side plot my beloved.... im still starving but sometimes they trick me into feeling like im Feasting.... #and that one tidbit in Beautiful Boy Its Only Love by ImaginatorOf Things - also on ao3 ofc #and thats IT thats ALL I HAVE. all We have #shoving my entire fist into my mouth and biting it off while sobbing. screaming. etc. #oh the pain and joy of rarepairs... its been a while since ive been so taken with one... #who knows? with the power of friendship and this gun i found maybe one day it wont just be viewed as a crackship by the masses #rambles from the bog #gotta be honest. krasytoonz also converted me all the way #like i was tenuous about it at first... #it was just a Thought yk yk #i was like 'oh thats cute but like. as a side thing. a background thing. they dont have much going for them' #i think that was because i had nothing to enjoy outside of my own brain #i liked the very rare very jokey crumbs from a couple of clownsuu's posts #but it wasnt enough to make me go Theyre Mine Now #then i stumbled upon krasytoonz and one scrolling session later! i was fully hooked! just like that! #laughingstock went from a nebulous interest to a Permanent Fixture In My Braincase! #but yeah uhhhhh glad i could contribute to passing on the Illness #if you ever get free i will envy you #and to future me: if youre free i envy you as well. but i also pity you bc theyre so so good theyre so cute whats wrong with you- #i hate them & i love them & theyre nothing & theyre everything & they wont leave & ive locked the door

[jade-of-mourning]

sorry sometimes i think about mako and my heart hurts so much. this kid raised himself and his brother on the streets in homelessness and utter poverty from eight through fifteen, promptly after seeing the violent death of his mother and father. he turned to the triple threats because they couldn't survive as a pair of wretched kids without any adult support, and the environment forced him to turn into the exact character that killed his parents in a terrible twist of irony. and after sheer-fucking-luck hits and they aren't homeless anymore, their livelihood wavers on the outcome of what's a literally game to everyone but them; and after things are finally starting to look up and their team is going places and things just might be okay, his gradually stabilizing world unceremoniously expands and everything goes to shit.

and the city that chewed him up and spat him back out, ruined him as a child and took away his ability to stay afloat in a true sense of normalcy as an adult — when it's on the verge of destruction and falling to pieces before his eyes, he gives himself to save it with the full expectation to die. he went from the kid who didn't and couldn't care about anything outside of himself and his brother, to finding redemption for his younger self in his police work despite its injustice against him, to willingly sacrificing himself to a world that had never loved him.

he's a desperate people pleaser, socially and emotionally stunted for the adult he had to be as a kid, unable to navigate interpersonal relationships easily yet still trying his damned hardest. he's intensely and entirely devoted to the things that matter to him and for so long it was only him, bolin, and ensuring their survival — yet by the end, that devotion has expanded to protecting the rest of the world. he starts out entirely self-reliant and ends in trusting the people he cares about to know their own needs, to be able to take care of themselves, to be okay without him despite having spent so much of his life defined by his role in others' well-being.

just. what the fuck i'm such a big fan of this fictional guy and i'm unashamed about it at this point. also let him cry please (if you won't i'll do it i'll let him cry)

#lychee's brain trash #mako lok #mako tlok #sorry for the shitpost i don't do a lot of those i realize #how tf did this guy not had a massive break down in canon at any point #nd like;; he never shows resentment for the unfairness of it all #he doesn't ever use his past to excuse any of his choices/actions that are influenced by it #which is pretty intrinsically linked to his relationship fumbles #he just quietly holds himself accountable and probably mildly despises himself haha #as much as i don't care for the love triangle it really does make complete sense in accordance to his backstory #anyway this is just a roundabout way of me expressing my salt at people writing him off as a malicious asshole lol #i literally cannot articulate the intense complex things his conjured up existence makes me feel #this does not even scratch the surface there is SO MUCH #i need to actually write the fifty fics that exist to my brain otherwise all these thoughts will never see the sun #trust that one day the avatar!mako au will emerge from my drafts;;; #and. you know. that one shot i've had in wip for the past 2.5 years #and the four other oneshots that will probably never be converted into actual words

[radiantmists]

im sure people have said this before, but there's something deeply sad about shen yuan hearing yue qingyuan's confession, thinking about how unbearably tragic it is tht the original shen jiu never got to hear the explanation for why qi-ge abandoned him (and that yue qingyuan just spent the rest of shen jiu's life trying to prove he loved him and make up for failing him, even to his own detriment),

and then shen yuan goes on resolved to prove he loves luo binghe, to make up for failing him even to his own detriment, knowing he can never explain why he did what he did.

#especially in light of that one line of lbh's #“the nicer you are to me the more afraid i become” #how long do you think it takes for binghe to trust that this is real #do you think he ever stops having moments of panic that this will be the day sqq inexplicably turns on him again #scum villain #svsss #mxtx svsss #bingyuan #bingqiu

[valentine-writes]

Can you do enemies to lovers with 1016 Miles?? :3

[ this will be my last req for this account, moving to my new blog officially once this one is up! catch me on @l0vem41l <3 reqs will be open there when i'm ready ＞︿＜ ]

overachiever

「 tws + notes: no tws, unedited, burnout, reader also attends visions academy, reader is trying so so hard to not be mean and fails (im so sorry), one-sided academic rivalry, author doesn't know how american schools work (i am so so sorry), comfort (?) 」

「 gn!reader, can be platonic or romantic <3」

↳ ft. miles morales (1610)

author's note: YES I CAN!!! however,, i put a lil twist on the prompt given and made it academic rivalry (i genuinely cant find a viable reason to beef w/ miles i am so sorry (-﹏-；) !!) anyways! hope this works with you!!! soz itz so short!!! :[[

"wow," your friend's eyes light up, scanning over your test results, "...you've gotta be like, the smartest person i know."

you laugh politely, smiling at them as they hand your paper back. "no, it's really not that big of a deal–"

"what do you mean 'not that big of a deal?! dude, you got 100% on a test most people failed." your friend shoves their paper in your face as evidence– a 57% in red on theirs. "that's like... the highest grade achievable. probably the highest in cla–"

"THIS GUY GOT A 101%!"

everyone turns to the voice– the loud kid who sat behind miles eyeing his test.

you blinked in disbelief. you didn't even know getting extra credit was possible on this one.

miles looked up at the faces of his staring peers faces filled with disbelief and slight annoyance, and fumbled to set his test face down on his desk. he flashed an awkward grin "uh... yeah?"

-

▸ you liked miles. he was friendly. sweet. genuine. you couldn't hate him if you wanted to. no, you didn't feel hate towards him. it was just... jealousy. simple, petty, burning jealousy.

▸ visions academy was something you had to work your ass off for, constantly studying just to stay on the level of the students who attended. NERDS. all of them were nerds. but you were attending this school too sooo,,,

and then there was miles. someone who barely even had to try to get the highest grades. he had you seething.

▸ the most humiliating part was the fact that he had little to no interest in competing with you at all. the few times you had spoken were awkward and curt on your end, and yes– it felt awful being so mean for something as small as personal resentment.

▸ nothing justified your one word responses or the accidental snark that would slip into those few words. you mentally kicked yourself for the times you watched his grin falter because of something you said, miles awkwardly trying to laugh off whatever cold remark you just shot at him.

he'd walk away, dejected, and you'd stand there for a moment– frozen as you fought the urge to run up to him and try to explain yourself or beg for forgiveness. it didn't make sense to at this point. maybe he'd just accept this was the way you were– the way things would be between you two.

▸ so yes, perhaps in your pursuit of favouring school over every other aspect of your life, your social skills were left rotting and underdeveloped. but you knew, deep down, it wasn't just you being awkward.

being around him made you feel small. talking to someone, radiating the aura of someone with a promise-filled future made you look completely directionless and clueless in comparison. the effort you put into your academics was almost repulsive to think about when miles could take a test with a blindfold on and probably still score 90s.

maybe it was the deep set fear that you'd never amount to anything if you didn't burn yourself out trying. all of a sudden, the academic validation of being good wasn't enough. not when you were one of the best once.

▸ you spent an absurd amount of time trying to avoid him, deliberately moving to the furthest corners of the library so he wouldn't see you there struggling to wrap your head around whatever you were being taught in physics.

heavens above forbid that he walk up to you, greeting you with that sunny smile and cheerful voice that could make anyone falter. you may have been jealous of him– but oh, how you hated that feeling that way when he nothing but well-meaning.

-

the last sip of your coffee– long cooled by now thanks thermodynamics– did nothing to make you feel less dead. you had lost track of the time you had spent practically decomposing in this library, studying for an upcoming physics test that had you reeling just by the mere thought of it.

you sighed, staring at the papers strewn on the desk. your hands fidgeted with the pencil in your hand, it's eraser and tip rendered flat and useless by now, as you tried to muster the energy to gather your things to leave. it was much too late. the library would be closed soon and you'd be forced to go back home to study at your own desk in your bedroom.

this was routine. go to school, study in the library until it gets dark, and go home to study more– the next day, you'd find yourself still awake and studying or with a headache, your cheek pressed to the desk, and drool on your notebook. yeah. your bed hasn't been used in a solid while. and science homework isn't exactly the comfiest pillow. but this is what you were used to.

standing up, you stretched out a bit– and immediately froze as a familiar voice called your name. you paused, reluctantly turning to the source of the voice.

"...god, morales–" you huffed, "you nearly scared me half to death."

this is the friendliest you've been towards him in a while, he notices, as you flash him a tiny, crooked smile on your tired face. all potential malice you could have held had been beaten out by your absolute lack of energy.

he approaches you and looks at your desk, considering what to say to fill the silent air. he places a hand on your shoulder, you stiffen–

"hey." miles flashes a grin, not his signature smile but,, somewhat of a forced smolder.

you stare and resist the urge to cringe, wondering if you were sleep deprived to the point of hallucinations. you gently brush his hand off your shoulder.

"...hi?" you respond, unsure of what to do.

miles is snapped out of whatever stupid trance he was in by your voice.

"oh– uh– yeah, hey," he repeats your name again, trying to recover from whatever that was, "is– is everything okay?"

"i could ask you the same thing."

he lets out a little chuckle. "you know what i mean. all... this." miles' hand gestures vaguely to your desk and current state of complete entropy. "how long have you been here?"

you avert your gaze, shame burning in your face. "i... don't know?"

a pause.

miles places a hand on your back this time, in an attempt of friendly comfort. geez, are they keeping you locked in here?" he quips, earning half of a dry laugh from you. "c'mon. you should probably get home and rest by now."

"but–" your lips part in protest, looking back up at him to argue– but he just looks back, concern filled in his dark doe-like eyes. all possibilities of fighting him on this were out the window.

"you need it." he insists, a gentle smile forming on his face. much better than the weird smoulder from earlier, you think. "i'll even walk you there."

before you can speak up, he moves away from you, beginning to help you gather up your things to pack up. you mumble a silent thank you to him, which he accepts happily with a nod.

as he hands over the papers, his eyes scan them. "oh! physics? i love physics."

"no shit, morales." you scoff, snatching up the papers from him and stuffing them in your bag. "it sure seems to love you."

yet again, you've managed to mess things up. you bite the inside of your cheek before you can say anything worse. a sigh escapes your lips, as you decide to at least try and save the interaction.

"look... i'm really sorry. it's been a rough day, i've been struggling to get the concepts down, i'm falling behind and feeling stupid as hell right now, and– to make everything worse, the fucking test is just stressing me out and i just– i just..." you trail off from your ramblings, a sob getting caught in your throat as your shaky hands grip your backpack.

"woah, woah, hey– it's okay."

he slowly puts an arm around your shoulder, careful not to startle you or make you uncomfortable. you don't even realize how you lean into him. "let's just get you home. you've done your best, yeah?"

you nod. he offers you a little smile.

"exactly. and that's enough. okay? you're doing more than you can handle right now." there's a few more shared words as he reassures you.

part of him wonders how long this had been going on– how long you had been working yourself until you broke– mainly because that test that was stressing you out was more than a week away. yeah. he'd need to convince you to watch after yourself more often.

-

"and now a silly one!!!" (more lighthearted hcs below for the aftermath of this becuz goodness me.)

▸ things definitely ease up around miles. if he can't convince you to step away from your work, he's chosen to be able to regulate it.

studying with him in a local cafe is now a frequent thing you two do together. miles always gives you time to work, but will then ever so subtly lure you into moving on from your work to hang out with him normally. and it works. every single time. you might start in the library or cafe, but where you'll be later? always a mystery.

whether it's a walk in the park, going back to his place to chat, or finding some random activity to do, you find yourself bonding with him more and more. your jealousy begins to fade, finding a friend in him instead of someone you have to one up.

▸ you both spontaneously decided to see a new horror movie once and accidentally got miles in trouble with his parents for coming home after curfew. and he'd 100% do it again in a heartbeat if you asked.

▸ no matter what you get on that next test, miles is going to congratulate you like it's the best he's ever seen. he's overjoyed to share your achievements, to celebrate them like no one in your life ever has.

miles holds up his test as you tell him your grade. "you got a 92? hey look– me too!"

a snarky voice speaks up, "well, i got a 98% so–"

"no one was talking to you." miles retorts.

you press a hand to your mouth and look away, trying to stifle laughter. was he always this sassy or did you just end up rubbing off on him?

▸ you both end up being extra studious for the next test (breaks included this time) and he's sure to be extra loud about congratulating you for your perfect 100%

maybe the sass wasn't all you,,, but the minor pettiness definitely is your influence. it's actually not. miles is pretty easygoing,, but man did he not like when that random ass kid gave you attitude.

you smile at miles, ensuring to do the same for him if not, a little louder

"what? 'm complimenting you." you tilt your head at miles' stunned expression.

for a moment, he stumbles over his words. "i know– you just– i didn't expect that from you, so–"

you laugh. "what? you want me to go back to being mean or something?"

miles laughs too. it's hard not to stare at the way he lights up a room like this.

▸ things feel lighter now. you've made social progress with others, you have a life beyond just school– and you have miles. part of you wonders if you'll ever be able to tell him just how much he means to you and how you wish you could've just been his friend from the start.

sometimes, in the corner of his eye, he catches your wistful stare. and though he doesn't utter a single word, you start to feel that he cherishes you just as much.

#WOOOOOO #and we are MOVING!! #unedited as balls im so sorry #i like miles. i did have to rewatch clips cuz i STILL CANT GET SPEECH PATTERNS RIGHT. #i will one day. trust #atsv headcanons #atsv x reader #across the spider verse spoilers #spiderman: across the spiderverse #atsv #miles morales #miles morales x reader #miles morales headcanons #miles morales x y/n #miles morales x you #many tags #academic rivals but it's a conflict with no teeth

[ebonytails]

Some stickers i drew a few days ago :-]c

(theyre also available on redbubble 👀 - 1 & 2)

#trust the process #power wheelchair #i’m going to run you over! #wheelchairs #disability #stickers #redbubble #fire #idk what to tag! but i want to make these IRL stickers as well. #IRL the Process sticker will have a yellow border but on redbubble they will unfortunately stay white #ebonytailsart #i hope one day i dont have to rely on redbubble to bring my stuff to international people lol #but im excited to sell these in a table #im not sure how well they’ll do but i think it’d be nice to see more stickers w/ mobility aids #in the cons i go to