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ventiswampwater · 10 months

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Jack and David for the Headcanons PLEASSEEEE

oh u have UNLOCKED the evil demented pandora's box of my brain. I'm about to be FULLY annoying. TYSM

below are 3 pros and cons of dating my Favorite Boys Ever™

sidenote: if we're talking canon CANON, the fact that both of them are VERY dead is the MAIN and only VALID con. IMO. but I digress!!! for the sake of this list, they are very alive and very smoochable

(under the cut bc DAMN can a bitch talk. and I do not want u all to have to scroll thru a WALL of text of me bein humina humina awooooooga abt my current hyperfixation 💀 ur welcome)

anyways!! this was incredibly fun and I have tmrrw off!! so feel free to send me a character of ur choice for headcanons and I'll give u 3 pros and 3 cons of dating them. if ur so inclined!!!!

jack

3 PROS

man is goofy. GOOFY. he is so intensely unserious. the banter (both flirty or otherise) will be IMMACULATE.

SOLID movie buddy energy. since he's the first one to bring up lon chaney jr./the pentangle on the wall, I like to think he's a hammer horror movie enthusiast. and since we know that the two of them have been friends at least since the 8th grade, I find the idea of these two little dorks staying up late and catching reruns of the movies...........SO cute. so v v cute. jack's little 12-year-old ass insisting that they CAN'T MISS frankenstein meets the wolfman. no, david!! u can't go tf to sleep!! we need the LORE!!!! so anyway. he'd show u a bunch of old horror movies and point out all the weird lil details to u. get ready 2 be mst3k-ing every film. man has cable tv and chill written ALL over him.

knows his way around nyc and WILL take u to a funky lil hole-in-the-wall restaurant that serves the best sandwich u have ever had. he might forget his wallet @ his apartment and end up paying for it w/loose change he has stuffed in his jacket pockets, but goddamn was that hot pastrami incredible.

3 CONS

he's 5'7'' (this is also a pro)

a little bit of a whiny bitch. will make a mountain out of a molehill. thrives on melodrama and hyperbole. but he's right 90% of the time, so as annoying as it might be. u can't fault him too much for that

used to being the comic relief friend. chronically friendzoned. probably going 2 be a bit annoying about that. it's kinda difficult to get him to snap out of sarcastic showboat-mode. sometimes that can make him seem a bit ingenuine and detached. mild to severe performance anxiety vibes. once u crest over that. he'll trade any nervousness for comical overconfidence and it'll be off to the races. but in the interim................................lmao

david

3 PROS

SWEET himbo boy. v affectionate and complimentary dude. clear w/his intentions and fairly emotionally open. v much so gives the vibes of a guy who claims to want to have 74873848 flings before settling down........but will immediately fall head-over-heels and want to introduce u to his family. golden retriever boy

canonically!! gives good head. need I say more

has a sense of adventure. likes challenging himself and breaking up the routine. outdoorsy. he probably likes hiking. did track or soccer or smthn in high school. his sheer enthusiasm for GOING OUTSIDE will force u to get ur ass off the damn couch. u love to see it.

3 CONS

v much BIG "first person to die in a traditional horror movie"-vibes. not the best at reading situations. will bamboozle himself into a bad scenario purely bc his street-smarts are sometimes lacking. kinda clueless. it's v hot but also v dumb of him. u would think that growing up in nyc would've tempered some of that. occasionally it does. occasionally. not enough tho.

possible mama's boy/golden child. even if this is NOT true, he still lives at home. which means there WILL be tomfoolery afoot if u stay over @ that house. and VERY little privacy!! get ready for his younger siblings to find the most inconvenient ways to interrupt ur time together. ur patience and mental fortitude will be tested. u will be living in a crash course parent trap/home alone-simulator. have fun!!

u know when u were a kid and ur mom would see someone she knew @ the grocery store and talk w/them for an eternity. and u would just be standing there and waiting for her to END her conversation so that u could LEAVE. yeah. david gives me big "endless conversations in grocery store"-energy. u run into a bodega @ 9 PM to grab some chips and soda w/him. but this is his stomping ground and he somehow manages to run into 3797432989 different ppl who know AND adore him. and they've all got to ask him about how school is going. what's he majoring in again? how's the family? do u still know blah blah blah from blah blah blah? and ur just standin there sipping ur coke. which is rapidly becoming more and more room temperature w/every sip. when will it end. he's been talking about his sixth grade biology class for the last ten minutes

BONUS AND MOST OBVIOUS PROS FOR BOTH OF 'EM:

fluffy hair (x2)

there's two of them. u can and SHOULD date both of them simultaneously. IDEAL throuple situation.

#truly my guys of ALL TIME.#my bf's (real) (actual) (not clickbait)#thank u for giving me the chance to RAMBLE INCOHERENTLY abt them. I am CONSTANTLY rotating them in my fuckin mind these days #CONSTANTLY #sam speaks #ask game #an american werewolf in london

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bookwyrminspiration · 9 months

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I really think it speaks to your level of unconsciously avoiding spoilers that the only thing you collected from my constant hamletposting was hamlet dying in horatio’s arms.

(I mean this as a compliment btw, I am incapable of letting things just sit. I’ve spoiled basically the entirety of babel for myself.)

anyway… you finished!!! you’re done!!! a full read through of the play was not the first way I experienced hamlet so it’s cool you got to do that. What did you think?

And I didn't even get that right!! I thought Horatio died in Hamlet's arms and it was about how his tomfoolery and lackadaisical approach (that's an oversimplification, I understand he's a manifestation(?) of grief) destroyed everyone closest to him and left him alone to live with the aftermath. Victory in his revenge, but victory alone and is it worth it at that cost?

Anyway, now that I've finished it I see Hamlet's definitely the kind of play you're meant to reread, so I current only have a surface level understanding--especially with the language differences that are familiar enough you can kinda parse it, but foreign enough to make it tedious. A reread/reading analyses of it/watching it would help solidify the events in my head

I find myself intrigued particularly by Ophelia and Horatio; neither seemed to like...actively want anything to do with what was happening? but they were being brought into it (without resistance, I will add, they weren't dragged kicking and screaming they agreed) because of people close to them. Ophelia was listening to her father and doing everything she was told dutifully and despite her following through on everything it still lead to her death. Horatio was there because Hamlet was grieving and because he cares about him, so being close to him means getting involved and following him through all this, even if its not his battle. Which lead to everyone around him dying and leaving him to tell the tale.

As for Hamlet himself, as I mentioned in that one ask, I'd seen talk of his actions and how his story could've avoided being a tragedy in the way it is if he hadn't hesitated and had killed Claudius when he was "praying", and now that I've read it that's both true and really interesting to compare with the rest of his actions. Because while he does hesitate there, he feels incredibly reckless in everything else. So many people die so quickly with his rash actions after that. That contrast may be intended to represent the inconsistency and extremes of grief, as I understand the story intends to highlight. No rhyme or reason, feeling like you always make the wrong choice for the situation, motivated purely by emotion regardless of if its a trustworthy one, nothing ever fixing what's wrong (who you lost is still gone).

I enjoyed the play a lot more knowing that you like it, as this otherwise is rather different from what I usually like to read. And yes, part of that is going in with bias and expecting not to like it as much, but because I read this because you talked so fondly of it that helped ease that bias. So thanks for your hamlet posting :)

#hamlet #quil's queries #moonlarked #it's actually not entirely unconscious a skill to avoid spoilers I've accidentally cultivated it over several months with several medias #but that aside!#watch party when?#i do want to watch it now and if you genuinely want to watch it together I'll wait so we can organize something #absolutely no pressure or time limit though :)#and it doesn't need to be just us if you have other people you want to include as well #i'm open :)

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joshuadunshua · 6 months

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I make a joke sometimes that my cis boyfriend is lesbian coded because not only is his girlfriend a lesbian but also because in both of his relationships he didn’t realize he was doing the dating thing until he was in the thick of it like “wait…. Are we dating?” and also because he’s been told he fucks like a lesbian.

More than once though, from fellow trans people no less, the response to my good natured tomfoolery has been to make an egg joke back. I cannot express how fucking upsetting this has been. My boyfriend is a man. He’s a cis, queer man. He’s very comfortable as a man. He isn’t even really gender non-conforming in any significant way. And none of the people who responded this way have even fucking met him. But they think it’s fine to suggest he’s a closeted transfemme based on my single joke about being a lesbian coded cis man. A joke that, for my part, relies on absolutely nothing that would actually be an indication of gender expression or gender identity or anything. All three reasons I make the joke are directly about interactions he’s had with lesbians, only one of which also happens to double as a silly little stereotype.

Im certain that only reasons people feel safe making the egg joke back are because, one, they don’t value his queer manhood—he’s a great human being who has done a fuckton of work (and continues to) on unlearning toxic masculinity bullshit and I say he’s lesbian coded? Well, all great lesbian-coded people who aren’t toxically masculine must be women, either obviously or secretly. And because two, they have some fucked up internalized transmisogynistic stereotype beliefs. That you can identify a closeted transfemme based on things like how good the “””man””” in question is to women or how well does he confront and eschew toxic masculinity or how many qualities does he have that I think are good (which I will now conflate wholly with femininity for some monstrous fucking reason) or, apparently, even just whether someone is willing to make a fucking joke with the word lesbian in it about him. But also the transmisogynistic belief that trans women are somehow more pure or more good or more safe than cis men to the point that good fucking cisgender men who are comfortable in their manhood and masculinity are being understood as trans women who haven’t figured it out yet. Do you understand how vile this one is? Because this one is radfem rhetoric.

Stop making fucking egg jokes about cis queer men. I am not asking. Cut it the fuck out. Someone making a joke about how my boyfriend must actually be a woman just because I joked about him being lesbian-coded (again, based on his HUMOROUS REAL LIFE EXPERIENCES) is just as fucking invalidating to his gender as would be telling me that that must actually make me a woman since he’s also dating me. So let me make this clear—my boyfriend and I are faggots together. I’m gay as fuck for him and he’s gay as fuck for me. Do you at least see the transphobia and queerphobia now? Do you see how fucked up it is now?

Cis queer men who are good fucking people, and cis queer men who have undeniably queer relationships with queer women, even (especially?) lesbian women, are not secretly fucking trans women. They’re cis queer men, and life is kinda messy because humans are messy. And sometimes a lesbian falls for the cisgender queer as hell man and still considers herself a lesbian, because let’s be honest, her relationship with this cis man is not a fucking straight relationship. Y’all have got to be more normal about cis queer men.

#I’m so over it!!!!!!!! my boyfriend isn’t a woman!!! good fucking grief!!!!

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curioussubjects · 2 years

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Y’all ngl I haven’t gotten around to watching Sacrifice yet because I simply lack the emotional structure for all that pilots tomfoolery (also as as a Kara stan it’s straight up not a good time, especially once s3 kicks in).

So, instead of watching, I did THIS: a timeline! it’s mostly WILD SPECULATION because of the timeline discontinuity issue with season 2, but I think it overall makes sense? Kinda helps put stuff in perspective, at least.

Many thanks to the wiki for having its own timeline compiled, so all I really had to do was try to fill in the gaps for science.

THAT SAID: I didn’t add much pre-mini stuff because by all accounts it doesn’t make sense, especially how familiar Kara and Lee are with each other if they’d only had spent a weekend together or so (as the story bible establishes) -- how is it familiar that Lee finds her in the brig during the mini? we-just-don’t-know.gif.

Dates and episode titles between brackets indicate that the information is purely speculative and based on extrapolation.

Second thing: this timeline is centered on pilots generally because I wanted a better sense of the time frame I was working with for fix-it fic purposes. As such, this timeline also doesn’t go past the events of Maelstrom.

Under cut for length.

Mini & Season 1

Zak’s funeral: -2 years (last time Kara and Lee see each other before Mini) Kara is reassigned to Galactica: -2 years Mini: 0-2 Colonial Day party: 49 Kara jumps to Caprica: 51

Season 2

Kara & Sam meet: 53 The Farm: 61-62 Astral Queen reunion: 62 Flight of the Phoenix:

Start: 84

End: [~160]

Pegasus & The Resurrection Ship:

Start: [170]

End: 176-177 (Lee’s spacewalk)

Black Market:

[Start: ~178

End: 210?]

(start date would make sense for flashbacks with Shevon based on Lee’s mental state and relationship with Dee)

Epiphanies: 189

Scar:

[Start: ~190

End: ~218]

(28 days of a mining operation, present day starts during day 28, assumed to star soon after Epiphanies because why not)

Sacrifice:

[Start: 225

End: 226]

(probably close after Scar based on the progression of Lee and Dee’s relationship)

The Captain’s Hand: [~230]

(likely that the Pegasus wouldn’t be without a commander too long after the events of Black Market, and Baltar’s population trends calculation timeframe -- see The Captain’s Hand entry)

Razor:

[Start: 231

End: ~250]

(start date based on when Lee assumes command of Pegasus, and end date is a rough estimate on when it would make sense for Kara to be transferred back to Galactica and plan the resistance rescue mission)

Resistance Rescue Mission Brief: 269 Kara & co. jump to Caprica: 270 (New Caprica planet found) Kara & co. jump to Galactica: 282

Season 3

New Caprica settlement start: ~300 Unfinished Business flashbacks: 420/421 Cylon Invasion: 660 (fleet jumps away) Kara’s kidnapping: [678] (counting back 4 months from when exodus starts) Contact with fleet established: 795 Kara and Kacey meet: 796 Galactica returns to New Caprica: 797 Exodus from New Caprica: 798-80

Torn: 850 Unfinished Business: 950

[Lee and Kara’s affair start: choose your own adventure]

[Food stores contaminated: ~960?] (based on how low food stores are when algae planet is found)

The Passage: [1020] (based on how low food stores are when algae planet is found)

The Eye of Jupiter & Rapture:

Start: [1023- algae harvest start] (operation set up estimate)

End: 1038 (Mandala shows back up in Temple of Five)

(note: 49 days between Rapture and A Day in the Life)

Taking a Break from All Your Worries: [at least 1059] (no earlier than ~3wks, so Kara’s burns heal fully, unlikely much longer than that because of how long it would take for Kara to confront Lee over his avoidance of her)

The Woman King: [~1080 ] (likely not long after TaBfAYW or before ADitL due to Baltar’s trial proceedings)

A Day in the Life: 1087 (49 days after Rapture)

Dirty Hands: [1108] (several weeks after Baltar gets a lawyer, so ~3weeks?)

Maelstrom:

[Start: 1115

End: 1118]

(day 4 of refueling operations, fuel complications during Dirty Hands, ~1 week? + date range would roughly mark ~6 months since the boxing match in Unfinished Business and that’s nice) ------

Some much to think about (approximate) time lapses:

Mini - Maelstrom: 3 years and 3 weeks

Mini - Home: 2 months and 2 days

KLG - Home: 11 days

Home - Scar: 5 months and 5 days

Unfinished Business - The Eye of Jupiter: 3 months

Scar - UB flashbacks: 6 months and 23 days

UB flashbacks - Cylon Invasion: 8 months

TaBfAYW - (end of) Maelstrom: 2 months

#battlestar galactica #bsg #starpollo #bsg meta #my writing #the vibes on this timeline tbh #the more you knoooow #also big laughs with the proposed time frame on daybreak like oh worm? 2 weeks between pilots meeting and the funeral?#HOWMST #makes no sense #rip me bsg blogging in 2022

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ghoulbread · 9 months

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thinkign about. an over the garden wall x gravity falls crossover. it has not left my mind in the last hour

its wirt and greg finding the mystery shack on one weirdly misty summer day, and wirt realizing that theyre lost, AGAIN, but this time theyve gone STRAIGHT to civilization... wirt inspects the surroundings while greg hunts for frogs and/or old cats. yknow the drill.

dipper, seeing that there are people outside of the shack, opens the door and greets them. greg says hi while wirt almost falls down out of pure shock.

i just. wirt and dipper trying to figure out why wirt and greg came here. greg and mabel being overall just happy to have a friend.

and perhaps along the way, stan pines wakes up in the afternoon only to find that there are... two new kids in the shack. and dipper and wirt seem to be physically intertwined with eachother, each doing their own thing, not realizing the entanglement. mabel, greg and waddles are drawing on the walls, trying tio come up with their own creative ways to get the boys back home.

stan blinks, he nods to himself, then goes and gets coffee because he is NOT awake enough for this (at some point ford also comes into the room and acknowledges the. entanglement. in which they separate quickly though dont seem too bothered by the close contact despite meeting merely an hour ago)

ford helps them with their discoveries, and it goes on for a few weeks. shenanigans, hi jinks, and other tomfoolery arrive. at one point the wirt and dipper sneak out to see if they can find where wirt and greg came from, only to end up in a clearing thats. weirdly pretty in an eerie way.

mabel gets a text from dipper: "out 4 a bit w wirt. were trying 2 find the spot where him + greg came from. a bit cold out but dw weve got it covered. k thx. -dip"

greg looks over, and then goes on and on about how oh, wirt acts this way around sara all the time, and oh, sara is wirts crush and hes usually so weird around her like he is with dipper! and mabel.. has an epiphany.

anyways. i think wirt and greg actually get stuck in gravity falls for a few years before anything truly comes their way to get home. atp theyve kinda... settled??? but ford builds a portal between the two worlds. yippee!!!

dont. look at this post too long its built on sleep deprivation and gay thoughts

#am i crackshipping the two autistic teenage boys from horror/comedy shows that are both special interests to me. who knows #listen its CUTE okay. btw theyre both like. 15 16??? i hc this to be a few years after gravity falls ends and a few months after otgw ends.#time difference is relevant #i feel like im not the only one shipping them. am i crazy #sorry mutuals you get weird crackshipping crossover fanfic for tonight. it will happen again probably </3 #im so sleepy tired #EDIT. ITS CALLED P/NESCONE. WTF THATS SO CUTE #censoring cuz uhm. ny ramblings do not deserve to be in the main tags

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markyestapa · 2 years

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happy loner - mark estapa

summary: you and mark met at a party and had this intense connection

warnings: underage drinking, drunk you, anxiety thoughts, swearing, creepy guy

a/n: this is the first time i write something so please don’t be mean. also english is not my first language so forgive me for any mistakes.

special mention to my bestie @owenpwr for always supporting and helping me. love you sunshine <3

!!! this is purely fictional, nothing here is related to reality !!!

it was a friday night when lizzie, your only friend till the present, texted you saying there was a cool party happening and you should totally go with her. your first instinct was to say no of course, because you’re not exactly a party person - i mean going once in a while it’s nice, and when you’re with your friends is always super fun, but you were alone now, you didn’t know anybody besides lizzie since you had just moved to Michigan for college. you met her in class as you’re both majoring in design. she was gentle and kind to you when you were pretty lost about, well, everything.

now, 2 weeks after the classes started, she decided it was time for you to meet new people, get along, have fun! you could hear her excited voice in your head. lizzie was a lovable, happy, extroverted person, you liked how she made you feel lighten and how you had an easy bonding.

you were feeling kinda sad about the whole adaptation. your anxiety was worse than usual, but you were trying to stay positive, it wouldn’t be like this forever right? it was just the start, things will get better.

that’s why you said yes.

——————————————————————————

as you both arrived at the party, she started saying that she would introduce you to her other friends. don’t worry.

you met her friends, they were nice and polite to you since the moment you stepped into the house, but you were still feeling displaced. you were all at some corner talking and dancing in a group. they would talk about things they lived, moments together, people they knew, and for as much as you tried to fit in, you didn’t know what to say most of the time, these were things you weren’t part of. so, drinking would make this a lot easier.

as you started drinking you could already feel the anxiety and the worryness going away, being replaced by joy. you still didn’t know how to get along with lizzies friends but now you didn't care, you’d laugh and smile and agree with whatever they were saying. you were even dancing a little on your own enjoying the night.

that’s when you realized there were a few pretty boys there, they were all together a bit far from you and your almost friends. one in particular got your full attention. he had kinda dark blonde hair, was tall, brown eyes, super cute. you could tell he was having fun, laughing and talking to his friends.

you would look once in a while admiring him, maybe even flirting due your current state. when he noticed you staring and looked at you too, you would deflect your eyes felling just a bit shy.

mark was intrigued, was that girl really flirting with him? or some of his friends? it was probably his friends right? but who is she? he never saw you around, and he was sure he wouldn’t forget your image easily.

“hey nol, do you know that girl over there? black dress,” he asked nolan, who was just on his side.

“oh wow, no,” nolan answered with a fascinated face. “who is that? hey thom, do you know that girl?” pointed out to you, who was smiling at something someone said while swinging your body to this is what you came for by rihanna playing in the background.

“hmm no i don’t, how does someone that beautiful exists?” he said, also mesmerized.

“i don’t know man but she was looking over here and-“ mark tried to explain

“uhhh marke,” nolan said in a girly voice, as he and thom started cracking up teasing mark. he rolled his eyes but still laughed about his friends tomfoolery

“man if a girl like that was flirting with me i wouldn’t be here talking to you two losers,” thom continued.

“oh shut up, she probably wasn’t flirting with me” mark snapped thoms shoulder.

“c’mon marks, don’t play dumb. if she was looking over you, just talk to her” nolan tried to encourage his friend.

“yeah man, do you want me to introduce you two? i can try,” thomas suggested.

“no, not you bordeleau, when you talk to girls they usually end up with you,” nolan shaked his finger in thoms face making him raise his hands as if he was offended.

“it’s not my fault i’m irresistible,” he joked as both boys shoved him.

“SO it’s simple marky mark, just go over there, say hi and the worst it can happen is she cutting you off,” thomas tried one more time.

“i’ll think about it,” mark was already feeling done about that conversation.

“if you don’t go i will” nolan teased him although it wasn’t a complete lie.

as the boys talked, you decided to get more drinks in the kitchen. it was actually the first time you were leaving that corner where lizzie and her friends were and you end up calling the attention of other people too without realizing it.

“hi, do we know each other?” a random guy said smiling at you while you were serving your drink.

“no, we don’t,” you smiled back politely.

“i’m mathew, you can call me mat,” he said, smirking as his eyes traveled all over your body. ew.

“i’m y/n,” you replied as you walked out of the room because you knew where this was going and you were already trying to cut things off.

mark saw you heading to the kitchen and thought it was a good opportunity to maybe talk to you in a “quieter” place. as he was approaching the room he heard a feminine voice

“dude, let me go,” you said to the mat guy who was holding your wrist as you tried to leave.

“hey man what the fuck, let her go,” mark said agressively.

“ i just wanna talk c'mon,” mat was peeved.

“you don’t have to touch me to talk!” you were already getting as angry as you were scared.

“i’m warning you man, let her go now,” mark threaten him making him take his hands of you.

“jesus, so dramatic! whatever” he exasperated, leaving the room.

you unfortunately were already used to this kind of situation as most women on the planet but still sucked.

“what a jerk!” you said looking to marks direction, holding your wrist to your chest with your arm, since you had your drink in the other hand.

“yeah such an idiot. are you ok? did he hurt you?” he was worried looking to your wrist.

“no, i’m ok, it’s just a little red, will pass soon, thank you,” you gave him a small smile.

“it's the least i can do,” he smiled back softly.

“if you hadn't showed up i was about to get my pepper spray,” you joked even tho was the truth.

“really? you have pepper spray?”

“yeah, when you are alone in a new place you need to have ways to protect yourself,” you shrugged.

“have you used sometime?”

“not yet,” you smiled bittered letting out a sigh, “but there is a first time for everything.”

“i hope you don’t have to.” and he meant it.

“me too,” you gave him a sheepish smile but in comfort with his concern. “i’m y/n”

“i’m mark,” he smiled at you. damn, so pretty.

“well bye mark, thanks again,” you waved as you left the kitchen.

“yeah don't worry,” he waved back.

you walked back to the corner you once were, and you realized none of lizzie's friends nor her were there, so you decided to search around for them. you couldn’t find anyone, even though you were wearing your contact lenses your vision still was a little bad and things would get worse at night. screw you, myopia.

you texted lizzie to know where she went and she replied saying she was with a boy upstairs. you didn’t want to disturb her, especially in this situation. so since you were pretty much alone, you walked outside the house, because it was less crowded, with your drink looking for some place to sit. as you found a chair, you stayed there looking at the sky and the stars just enjoying the music in the background. you don’t know how much time passed exactly but when you got up you felt dizzy and everything around you was snipping. yep, you’re drunk.

as you tried to walk back into the house, you were feeling brave so you thought it was a good idea to talk to mark again.. when you finally saw him, he was talking to some blonde, beautiful girl and you didn’t want to disturb that either. now, lonely than ever, you wanted to drink more since there's nothing else to do apparently.

stumbling in your own feet, you manage to get to the kitchen god knows how. mark on the other hand was pretty sober and paying a lot of attention on you, noticing your difficulty to get there, deciding to follow you just to check if you were ok.

“hey y/n,” he said

“markzy hiiiiii” you answered very happy as you tried to serve another cup of whatever that liquid was.

“you’re ok?” he asked smiling at your currently state.

“yeah yeah i’m fine, totally fine, super fine,” you were spilling the liquid more off the cup than inside it.

he held the bottle from your hands saying “i think you're done drinking for today huh?”

“ah no marks, please, just one more,” you looked over him with puppy eyes.

“you seem pretty drunk, i don’t think it’s good if you keep drinking,” he suggested gently, due that delicate situation.

“i’m not drunk! look i can make a 4 with my legs.” and you tried to, you really did, but as one of your feet got off the floor, everything spinned even more, making you almost fall. mark was fast and held you as you started laughing. just one more of your drunk moods.

“sit here, i’ll get you some water,” he said, taking you up by your waist and putting you on the counter. you were trying to get your heels off your feet as he walked to the fridge, but it seemed such a hard task at this moment. he hands one bottle to you letting another on your side. then he leans to take your heels off to put them on the floor and end up between your legs in the process. you were feeling a little embarrassed for all the things he was doing for you.

“thank you, but you don’t have to do this you know, i’m ok,” you said to him.

“i know, but i’m glad to help,” he smiled, leaning his hand on the counter just beside your thigh to rest his body. you watched his movements like it was in slow motion and even though he was in a “safe” distance, he still was between your legs. you two gazed at each other for some seconds and you could feel your cheeks starting to burn.

“stop looking at me like that,” you said bashfully.

“like what?” he played innocent smirking a bit.

“stooop,” you laughed as you lightly pushed his shoulder.

“okok sorry. so, you’re here with someone? any friends?” he continued, changing the topic.

“yeah i’m here with lizzie” you answered drinking your water.

“who’s lizzie?”

“my friend, my only friend actually.”

“right,” he smiled at your genuine answer like he would know who lizzie was. “why she’s not with you?”

“oh she’s busy, with a guy you know,” you lifted your eyebrows like a kid in puberty. he bursted into laughter

“ok then, how are you getting home?”

“hmm i don't know, maybe i’ll get an uber, or i’ll walk there.”

“you live in the dorms?”

“no, i live, hmmm where do i live? it’s near the dorms you know, there’s a building really close, summer something the name, that’s where i live,” you were very confused of your currently location.

“and you’re planning on walking over there all by yourself in the middle of the night?” he said concerned.

“yeah i mean it’s not that far i think, it’s just right there” you pointed out to some random direction that was for sure not the way to your building and the dorms. as funny as the situation was, mark was truly worried about your safety. he would never let you go alone drunk like this. he knew where your apartment was because he knew the dorms.

“i’ll take you home”

“you don’t have too, it’s ok really,” you said, finishing the first bottle of water.

“it wasn’t exactly a question. it’s not good for you to be alone like this,” he answered giving to you the second bottle of water.

“fiiiiine. i just need to pee first, you’re almost drowning me with all this water,” you joked as he helped you get down the counter to go to the bathroom.

he walked with you till there and as you went inside to pee, he quickly walked to eddy just to say he was leaving. he came back to where you were, putting your arm around his waist as he did the same to help you walk without you falling.

when you both were inside the car, you asked if you could stay there, parked for a while just because you were feeling very nauseated. he agreed saying you both could leave when you feel better. so you realized you were in a car with a total stranger.

“how do i know you’re not a psycho?” you asked him.

“i’m not,” he laughed.

“that’s exactly what a psycho would say,” you looked suspiciously at him.

“how do i know YOU are not a psycho?” he got along.

“oh i am! i’m crazy for sure, you should be careful,” you joked.

“calling 911 right now.”

“yeah. i might just steal your car, i’m needing one.”

“how would you steal my car?”

“i’d just grab your keys and run.”

“but we’re both inside it. besides you're pretty small, i would catch you up.”

“nah ah. i’m smaller so i’m faster, you couldn’t take me,” you said pretending to be serious

“oh right flash, you’re faster, ok” he laughed.

you continued talking to each other for like an hour or maybe more without noticing it. the conversation just flowed so naturally and nicely that it seemed like you knew each other your whole lives. it was the first time you had such a deep, genuine connection with someone like that and it was really weird in a good way.

after your stomach felt better, he drove you to your house. you were feeling way less drunk at this point.

you walked at your door with him by your side carrying your shoes. as you unlocked the door and entered your apartment, he stayed outside looking at you not sure if he should go in too.

“you can come in” you smiled at his clumsy manner on your way to close the door. “you can leave the shoes on the floor please.”

“your apartment is cute, everything is small, like you,” he added as he did what you said.

“yeah,” you smiled looking around. “i’m gonna go to the bathroom and i’ll be right back ok? you can make yourself comfortable,” you informed him as he sat on your small couch.

the bathroom was inside your room, so you just used the opportunity to changed your clothes to a comfy t-shirt and fleece short pants. then you headed to the bathroom to do your needs and remove your makeup as fast as you could cuz you didn’t want to leave mark waiting.

when you came back to your living room, mark was distracted using his phone.

“i’m back” you announced standing in front of him. he looked up to you and stayed silent as if he was hypnotized, lost in you. it was a drastic change for him from the whole party look with the black dress, the heavy makeup and the heels. he didn't expect to see you so simply beautiful and questioned himself how you managed to get prettier than you already were.

“mark?” you called his attention as your cheeks blushed a little again.

“yeah? sorry” he shakes his head coming back to earth.

“i’m done,” you said, referring to your tasks.

“umm ok, so i guess i’ll get going,” he stood up sounding uncertain about this. should he go?

you felt a little frustrated with what you heard, i mean you knew he was gonna leave but now was actually happening. it was a crazy feeling but you didn’t want him to go. you just liked his company, was nice and you felt comfortable around him, even though you just met.

“stay,” you said softly.

he looked at you surprised but at the same time like he was expecting this. still, he hesitated at your request.

“if you want to, of course,” you quickly add noticing his expression. “i’m not trying to - umm i’m not gonna do anything - i - i just don’t wanna be alone,” you tried not to sound as pathetic as you felt.

he sight lightly as he seemed to be thinking about the idea.

“okay i'll stay. but just because i’m very nice,” he winked at you, making you roll your eyes but feeling relief with how well he dealt with your request. then he walked back to the couch and sitted there as if he was going to sleep on that tiny couch.

“you’re not sleeping on this,” you said laughing of him trying to fit in.

“i don’t mind, i already slept in worst,” he tried to convince you.

“liar,” you joked. it was a lie, that couch was too small or he was too big, probably the second option.

“i barely fit in this, imagine you,”

“okay so i’ll lay on the floor,”

“are you kidding me? i’m not gonna let you sleep on the floor markzy.”

“this mat seems pretty thick and it’s fluffy -” he passed his hand on the mat like he was proving something to you.

“you’re not sleeping on the floor,” you cut him. “come,” you hand gesture to him to follow you to your room.

it was probably 3am and you were very sleepy and tired and he apparently was too, so you went to lay on the bed and noticed mark didn’t know how he should behave.

“you can sleep in the bed with me, i don’t bite you know,” you said trying to make him more comfortable.

“no i don't, you said you were crazy earlier,” he gave you a teasing look remembering your drunk speeches. you laughed and signed for him to lay on your side. as he sat on the bed, you noticed that poor mark still, obviously, was in his party clothes, which weren't the most comfortable clothes to sleep in.

“these clothes don’t seem the comfiest to sleep in, you can take them off if you want,” you said referring to his cargo pants and his t-shirt.

“yeah they aren’t, but are you sure? i’m with boxers underneath but if it's weird or uncomfortable you can tell me,” he asked concerned.

“yes i’m sure, I don't mind,” and he nodded at your consent.

you regretted your words the second mark stood up and began taking his t-shirt off. fuck. you swallowed hard trying to process that view and the fact that now you had a half naked man in your bed and he was handsome as hell.

deciding to just shut your mind off those thoughts, you ignored whatever heat that was growing in you, since this whole night was such a big disaster and you were feeling enough regrets already. that’s why you just turned to your side of the bed saying good night to him as he replied, settling himself to sleep too.

mark was very sure that when you both slept last night you were very separated from each other. but when he started to wake up this morning he felt a hair in his jawline, a warm breath on his neck, an arm around his chest and a leg between his legs. he noticed his arms were hugging something, or better, someone. when he was fully awake he questioned himself how did that happened, if you would be ok about it or if this was a bad thing. still he didn’t move a muscle to wake you because he actually liked the feeling of you sleeping so comfortably in his arms. some minutes passed when your phone started ringing making you startle wake up.

“hello?” you said in your sleep voice sitting on the bed and seeing that was lizzie calling.

“please please please tell me you’re home and safe?” she sounded worried.

“yeah, i’m home and safe lizz, what happened?”

“i’ve been trying to call you for hours now and your phone was going straight to voicemail and you weren’t receiving my texts. i was really worried cuz someone told me you left the party with a guy and-”

“bestie take a deep breath ok? i’m fine and i’m safe. i don’t know what happened to my phone, i think it lost the sign or something because i texted you saying that i was coming home and it didn’t sent,” you calmed her down.

“ok boo, i’m sorry i freaked out, but next time i won't leave your side i promise.”

“it’s fine babe, don’t worry ok? i’ll see you monday and we can talk better,” you said goodbye as she agreed and hung up.

mark was sitting in the bed now with his shirt on, just looking at you talking to lizzie. when you looked at him you remembered how you two were very cozy just 5 minutes ago. you suddenly felt so embarrassed about everything, how drunk you were, how he had to take care of you because you couldn’t take care of yourself. it was an awful feeling and you wished you could turn back time to change it.

“i’m really sorry for all of this mark,” you placed both of your hands on your face to cover up your shame.

“hey, don’t be. it’s ok, seriously, you didn’t force me to be here, i’m here because i wanted,” he answered approaching you while replacing his hand on your face, touching your cheek gently and looking into your eyes. you saw honesty in him so you nodded agreeing with his comfort words.

“hmm i- i’m going to take a shower real quick and i’ll be right back so you can use the bathroom ok?” you said clumsy getting up towards the bathroom.

you took your shower, brushed your teeth, did everything you had to do. as you finished you just went back saying that he could use the bathroom and you would be waiting for him in the kitchen so he could have some privacy.

as you waited, you did breakfast because you were a morning person and this was your favorite meal of the day. he entered the kitchen already dressed up with his clothes from last night.

“hi honey i’m hoome,” he joked sitting on the stool around the counter.

“good morning to you too,” you smiled “i made coffee if you like, there’s also tea, pancakes and cake” you offered, pointing to the things you put on the counter.

“wow we have a master-chef in here.”

“yeah didn’t you know i won last year's edition? wanna see my trophy?”

“really??”

“no,” you laughed at his innocence believing your words. “but i really love cooking, so that's why all this food. it’s like therapy for me, when i’m sad i bake a cake,” you smiled with your shoulders.

he wondered if that was the reason why you had a fresh cake probably from the day before, only with one piece missing. he didn’t questioned you though, it seemed like something for another day, you’ve been through enough. so you just kept talking and laughing about several topics as both of you ate your food.

when you finished breakfast, he helped you clean everything, saying he would have to leave because he had practice in 2 hours and he would still have to go in his dorm before, to change and organize his stuff.

you walked with him towards the door and opened it, stopping in the entrance while he went outside, turning around to face you. you looked at each other for a while not knowing exactly what you have to do. should you just say bye? hug him? kiss his cheek? mark having the same questions in his head.

“so,” you smiled, “bye i guess.”

he stared at you firmly making you feel a little nervous with the way his eyes were so craved into you. then he takes all the courage he thought he didn’t have to slide his hand into your waist, bringing you near him, your bodies touching for the first time.

you placed your hand in his chest for balance as you felt a little dizzy with the signs your muscles responded to his touch. now with both hands grabbing your waist he searched you to fulfill the desire to hold you closer, as if had any physical space left, making you shudder. both of you were breathing heavily as he toggled his gaze between your eyes and your mouth. you peaked up at him through your eyelashes as you nipped your lower lip to try to control the warmth consuming you, his hands holding you tighter and tighter while squeezing your skin. his head started slowly bending over your face, eyes closed, lips brushing together for the first time. your hands caught the nape of his neck to pull him, letting his tongue softly explore every inch of your mouth, full with tenderness.

placing his forehead against yours to catch some air as you both were breathlessly, he kept holding you in his arms smiling in silence. it felt like the time stopped and was just the two of you standing there not a single care in the world. but he actually had one, practice.

“tell me to leave right now or i won't make it to practice,” he slightly begged

“but i don’t want you to,” you mumbled, smiling.

“argh you’re not helping.”

“ok c'mon go go go” you said, breaking your physical contact.

he let you go abruptly but not harmful as if he was trying very hard to go for real. he started running backwards and bouncing while looking at you, then yelling “i’ll call you!”

“you better!” you happily yelled back.

#mark estapa x reader #umich imagine #hana writes

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2dmenenthusiast · 3 years

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Fire's Cool, Revenge is Better

Aizawa x Villain Reader, Dabi x Villain Reader

Listen I know I write for Aizawa a lot but I just love him :( But there's some Dabi in here to add a lil somethin somethin. ALSO I kinda kept this open in case ya'll wanted a part 2? There's no guarantees, but if enough people want it I might consider it

Summary: Meeting Shouta on rooftops was always fun and games until he thinks you're going to set him on fire.

Word count: 2.9K

Warnings/Other Info: Swearing, sexual themes, very small mention of assault, age gap, reader used to be his student but that was years ago and the reader is an adult in this so don't worry lmao, reader is kept gender-neutral, reader's quirk is spontaneous combustion (they can set things on fire just by looking at it)

This fic is intended for adult audiences, so minors DNI

The breeze felt good against your face, eyes gazing at the night sky as you sat on the edge of the roof of some random corporate building you couldn’t remember the name of. You briefly looked down at the street below, watching pedestrians walk along the sidewalk as cars drove by, and you idly swung your feet as you rummaged around in your jacket pocket before pulling out a pack of cigarettes. The sound of traffic at night was always relaxing to you, having lived in the city most of your life. You didn’t know if you’d ever be able to sleep without the distant noise of a car honking. The idea was honestly kind of unsettling, and you thought maybe a part of you liked it because the bustling of the city was comparable to the constant racing of your thoughts.

Letting out a huff, you checked the time on your phone as you placed a cigarette between your lips, looking at the end of it and feeling a slight pressure behind your eyes before it suddenly lit up and you took a drag. He’d be here any minute now, having memorized the schedule for his patrol. You’d been thinking about what you should say to him when you finally saw him but realized there was no point. There was no “preparing” when it came to Shouta Aizawa. You knew whatever you wanted to say would be thrown right out the window when you saw his piercing gaze, so you decided you’d just wing it. Not like that was unusual for you. You’ve been winging it most of your adult life, purely acting on impulse.

You heard a soft rustling behind you, smirking as you knew exactly who it was by how quiet they were. If you hadn’t committed his habits to memory, you probably wouldn’t have heard him. You heard him take a few steps towards you before suddenly stopping, and you let out a soft chuckle as you took another drag from the white stick, blowing the smoke into the air and watching it slowly fade.

“Took you long enough. Almost thought you wouldn’t show,” you said, a playful lilt to your voice as you stood and turned to face the erasure hero.

The city lights illuminated his shocked expression, eyes slightly widened as he took you in before his gaze narrowed.

“Y/n… what are you doing here?” he asked, the low timbre of his voice sending a pleasant feeling up your spine.

You shrugged, that familiar mischievous look in your eyes as you swiveled on the heel of your boot and began to pace. “Oh you know, just thought I’d get some fresh air, get a good look at all the pretty lights.” You paused, eyes hooded and a smirk tugging at your lips as you glanced over at Shouta. “Meet up with a certain hero.”

He audibly sighed, clearly not interested in whatever game you were playing, and you couldn’t help the grin that spread over your face. You didn’t meet up like this often, but when you did, it was always fun getting underneath his skin. It had been almost a year since you saw him last, and you swore he always looked different when you would see him. Maybe it was the circles under his eyes getting darker, or the new scar he acquired between visits, but you knew none of it mattered. This was still Shouta, a man you grew close to during your years at UA. Though, it all seemed like a distant memory now.

“So, how’ve you been, Sho? Still catching bad guys and putting ‘em behind bars and all that?”

“I have half the mind to do the same to you.”

“Oh, we both know you wouldn’t. You like me too much to see me locked up,” you said, taking a few steps closer to him as he stared at you with a pointed look. “You know, it wouldn’t kill you to smile when you’re around me. You don’t always have to be so stoic and brooding.”

“What reason do I have to smile when being around you always gives me a headache?” he said, voice void of any emotion as you winced and placed a hand on your chest.

“Ouch, Sho. That actually kinda stung. I thought my presence was quite enjoyable.”

“You need to stop this, y/n.”

You raised an eyebrow, only a foot of distance between you now as you reached forward and lightly tugged at his capture weapon, feeling the fabric between your fingers before he swatted your hand away.

“Stop what? My general villain tomfoolery or annoying you?”

“Both. We both know you’re better than this.”

“Am I?”

You looked at him for a moment before letting out a scoff and taking a step back, shifting your gaze from him as you took one last drag from your cigarette. Throwing it on the ground, you stomped on it with the toe of your boot and turned to move back to the edge of the building, arms crossing over your chest.

“Fuck, hate it when you make me think about all this dumb, sappy shit. Can never let me have my fun, huh?” you huffed, tongue poking the inside of your cheek. “‘You’re better than this,’ fucking christ. If I had a damn dime for every time I heard that I’d be fuckin’ rich.”

You heard him sigh again. “Y/n-”

“Don’t ‘y/n’ me!” you yelled, spinning around as you felt your anger flare up, and your eyes landed on a red-eyed Shouta, his black hair floating in the air.

You both just stood there, gazing at each other until his hair eventually floated back down to his shoulders and his eyes stopped glowing, and you let out a humorless chuckle that eventually turned into a full-blown laugh, clapping as you doubled over.

“Oh, Shouta!” you cheered, arms out at your sides as you backed up towards the edge of the roof. “How glad I am to know that you have so little trust in me. What? Thought that I didn’t have my anger under control?” You took another step, heels peeking over the edge. “Thought I was gonna blow something up?”

“Y/n, don’t,” Shouta said, fists clenched as he stepped towards you.

“Don’t what, Sho? Jump?” You looked over your shoulder down at the street below, knowing that a fall from this height would certainly kill you. “Why not, huh? One less villain for you to deal with, right? One less inconvenience for you.”

“You really think that little of yourself? You think I want this?”

“It’s what everyone else believes. What the media spews out daily without any fucking semblance of the truth. The League… those guys are messed up, but they’re still people. People that society abandoned when they gained some gross fetish for heroes. You’re just their pawn, you know? They don’t give a shit about you.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said through clenched teeth.

“Maybe not,” you shrugged. “Maybe I’m still that naive student in your class, dreaming of being a big-time hero one day just like All Might.”

You moved your foot back, feeling nothing but empty space underneath it as you slowly let yourself fall back, your heart jumping up in your throat and your stomach in your chest. Your other foot was almost off the edge until you felt something wrap around you and you were pulled into a sturdy chest, and you looked up to see Shouta staring intently at you. Something between concern and confusion in his eyes, or maybe a combination of both. The corners of your mouth twitched up into a sad smile, reaching up to lightly trace the scar under the hero’s eye with the tips of your fingers.

“You’re not like them, Sho. You’re so much better. You don’t let the bullshit and lies cloud your judgment. You’re just… you. In all of your cynical and stubborn ways.”

Your hand moved to his stubbled cheek, feeling your eyes begin to well up with tears. He looked so tired, constantly burdened with the responsibility of being a hero and a teacher, dealing with rambunctious kids all day. And there then there was you, that same student that ran away all those years ago, just giving him more trouble than he needed. Maybe it was time to end this little “game” once and for all.

“I suppose I’ve never made things easy for you, have I? Always causing trouble in school… guess that attitude carried into my adult life, huh?”

It almost made you cringe calling yourself an adult in front of him. You half expected him to laugh in your face and remind you that you were just a kid, but he remained silent, gaze softening when he noticed the moisture build up under your eyes, and he removed his capture weapon from around you.

“I… I just wish I could run away sometimes,” you whispered, both hands holding Shouta’s face as a tear rolled down your cheek. “There’s nothing here for me. Though, I don’t think I’d be able to when you’re here.”

Despite how confident you were earlier, you felt like crawling into a hole at that moment. Your confession made you sound like a stupid love-struck teenager, which is the last thing you wanted him to see you as. It didn’t really matter what he was thinking, though. The way he was looking at you already made you feel like he was judging you. You sniffled and pulled away, arms wrapping around yourself as Shouta reached out for you, your name on the tip of his tongue. You shook your head.

“Don’t, just… I know I sound dumb. And I know it was stupid of me to think that…”

You sighed, memories of being in his class flooding your mind. You weren’t always so troubled. You had a few friends you got along with, but other than that you usually remained quiet. That excluded your outbursts, though. Something or someone would set you off, making some off-hand comment about how you didn’t belong in UA, and you would just vibrate with so much rage that something nearby would suddenly burst into flames, and it only made them tease you more.

That was until Shouta took you under his wing. He began teaching you how to control your quirk and use defensive techniques that didn’t involve setting anything on fire. It was the first time in your life that you felt like somebody cared about you. You were on your way to becoming a great hero. That all changed when you saw how corrupt hero society really was. Your mother worked at a pro hero’s agency, working her damndest to put food on the table for your family until there was an incident at her work with her boss, and his pro hero friends covered it all up to protect him. You remember how upset you were, blowing up the tv when you saw his smug face on screen talking to the press. It got so bad you almost destroyed a whole city block. You ran away before the police could find you, packing a bag and promising your mother you’d avenge her before setting off on your own, leaving before you could finish the second half of your third year at UA. Then the League eventually found you and took you in. No, you weren’t interested in destroying heroes like Shigaraki and his crew, but you were determined to expose them. Uncover all of the dirty truths they had all kept hidden away from the media so that they could keep their perfect image and have their fans worship the ground they walk on. It all made you sick, getting so angry and upset that you could practically feel the vomit wanting to crawl up into your throat you would get so nauseous just thinking about it.

Despite your different goals and his hate for pretty much everyone, Dabi and you got along quite well, surprisingly. Maybe it was only because of the similarities of your quirks, but regardless, you were glad to have a companion. While UA taught you how to control your quirk, Dabi helped you unleash it, realize the full potential of your powers, and your face would glow with wonder and exhilaration as you set the world ablaze. You ended up kissing him one night, so full of adrenaline and desperate for some sort of outlet for all of it that you found your lips firmly planted on his, and he was more than okay with it, gripping you tightly against him as he pried your lips open with his eager tongue.

You thought that’d be the end of your little transgression, but you were wrong. On more than one occasion, one of you would end up falling into the other’s bed, and you would be nothing more than a pair of tangled limbs and desperate touches as you both tried to feel something. You didn’t really view each other romantically, simply using each other when you needed a release. But despite that, you thought Dabi was beautiful. He would laugh whenever you told him that, saying you were too fucked out to think properly. But you meant it. Every time. Whenever you’d lay your head on his bare chest and lightly trace the edges of his scars, muttering those simple words into the air, and they would weigh heavy on him. You didn’t know, but he’d think about those words well after you’d retreat to your own room, puffing on a cigarette and trying to banish every and any thought of you. Besides, he knew your heart belonged to someone else.

You looked up at the sky, feeling Shouta’s gaze still on you before meeting his eyes with a smile, but there was no joy behind it. “I suppose you think I’m pretty pathetic, huh?”

“I think you’re troubled, y/n,” Shouta said, taking a step towards you. “I think you need help. Guidance.”

“There is no helping me, Shouta,” you muttered. “I don’t think I can believe in being a hero anymore after what happened.”

“I’m not asking you to. But believe in me. Believe that I want the best for you.”

His words made you pause, swallowing the lump in your throat as you shook your head. “I do believe in you… I just don’t believe in the society you represent.”

Shouta sighed, lips pressed tightly together as he regarded you with an almost unreadable expression, but you knew what that look was. It wasn’t disappointment, but regret.

“It wasn’t your fault, Sho. You were the only one who was ever really there for me, and you were the only person who went looking for me when I ran away. You cared about me. And that’s the only thing I could ever ask for. I know you might think that you failed me, but you helped me. You taught me how to control my abilities,” you paused, letting out a short breath. “but someone taught me how to use them. And until people know the truth… I won’t stop.”

Shouta looked like he wanted to say something when you heard a shout from below, walking towards the edge of the roof and seeing the League waiting for you on the sidewalk. Toga waved excitedly when she saw your face, and you smiled and shook your head before going back over to the older man. You reached forward hesitantly, hand brushing over his chest before bracing yourself against him as you leaned forward and pressed your lips to the corner of his mouth. When you pulled away, you swore you might’ve just given everything up for him at that moment. He looked so vulnerable, so open like you could reach right into his chest and rip his heart out and he wouldn’t care. But with another distant shout of your name, you were snapped out of your reverie and you moved away from him.

“Don’t come looking for me, Sho, and don’t try to stop me either. I don’t wanna hurt you, but if you get in my way, you’ll leave me no choice,” you said, giving the hero one last look as you turned to walk away, but stopped when you heard him call out your name. You glanced back at him, a brow raised in question.

“You’re making a mistake. This won’t change what happened.”

You hummed, slightly nodding as you smiled bitterly. “You’re right. But maybe I can stop it from happening to other people.”

Sparing him one last look, you took a deep breath and jumped from the roof. The ground rushed to meet you as the wind hit your face, and before you could hit the pavement, a pair of arms caught you and gently placed you on the ground. You looked into those electric blue eyes, letting out a small hum as you lightly punched Dabi’s shoulder.

“Thanks, sailor,” you said with a wink, and you playfully bumped your elbow against Shigaraki as you walked between the two men.

“So, how’d it go with lover boy?” Dabi asked, his hands shoved into his pockets, and a bitter taste filled your mouth as you thought about the mentioned hero.

“I don’t think we’ll be seeing him again anytime soon.”

If Dabi saw the way your jaw clenched or the flash of anguish in your eyes, he didn’t say anything, just simply threw an arm around your shoulders and let you stumble into his side. You didn’t know when or if you’d ever see Shouta again. But if you did, you wanted him to give you everything he got.

#shouta aizawa x reader #shouta aizawa imagine #dabi x reader #touya todoroki x reader #dabi imagine #mha x reader #bnha x reader #mha imagines #bnha imagines #aizawa x reader #aizawa imagine

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dwellordream · 3 years

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Kinda hope Jon snow becomes King in the north so Catelyn and her annoying stans on tumblr. dot. com can stay mad... Oh Elia stans as well apparently, but they are the same people so ...

Anon why would you send this to me, a known MILF Catelyn supporter. What did you think the outcome would be. This is tomfoolery pure and simple. Lady Stoneheart will crown Jeyne Westerling as Queen in the North. Accept the gospel of truth. Open your heart, anon. Open your mind!!

#ask #anon

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hisakata-resutomoshibi · 3 years

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With the Fae summer court how is Mahiru viewed? The king’s lover, mistress, new spouse, etc.? What does the contract bond mean to the Fae? Any romantic undertones?

Well, well, well, after 800 years we meet again, Anon~ I'M SORRY IT' S BEEN SO LONG. I got distracted by life and then got Big Sad for a while but I'm back! And I saved this ask because I really wanted to answer it! (I hope you're still here ;u;)

I think for the most part they wouldn't really take it seriously at first? Like, "why would the king pick him? He could have anyone!" (let's be honest here, the fae are not short on hotties) and just sort of ignore it?? Maybe think it's a game or something, maybe Kuro was just bored? Or there's some deeper benefit to it? But they're also prone to tomfoolery and general mischief so in the long run they'd probably decide it was funny and run with it. "Hey, let's mess with this kid. He seems easy to trick~" "Just don't get caught! Kuro will gut you like a pig." It's Mahiru though, so after a while you know he'd win them over. His pure heartedness would just be too much for them to withstand and one day at a feast or festival or whatever silly thing they'd organized, they'd all just be like "well shit. This kid is actually great and maybe.... we should,,,,, trust him....???" And BAM. There's your plot point! I have no idea what the actual plot would be, most likely some kind of emotional turmoil stemming from Kuro's siblings (minus Lily because he's a little shit and can see through everyone's idiocy) being like "pls don't do this you're so dumb and we really need you to FOCUS right now and actually DO YOUR JOB" (this is Hyde yelling). Anyway, they'd probably try to scare Mahiru off but it would just make Kuro dig his heels in even more and then Mahiru would just be standing there like "omggg this is such a mess and I feel kinda guilty?? like maybe.... I'm the cause??" Oh also, Sakuya is some kind of shaman type dude and has been hiding it but the second he caught sight of Kuro he was like "FUCK" and is now subtly trying his best to keep Mahiru from sticking his foot too far in his own mouth lol. Such a tiring job.

I think to the fae in general it’s mostly just a contract of convenience? Kuro forming it with Mahiru is something very out of the norm, especially for someone so powerful as Kuro. After all, the fae are looking for gain, something that they get in return out of the agreement, but Mahiru has nothing to offer Kuro. For Kuro it was just one of those “spur of the moment things”, something alleviate the boredom; a little voice in his head was like “do it” and so he did. (Spoiler: that little voice was his heart~) Obviously, as Ambassador of KuroMahi, it will become romantic- I am incapable of writing anything else, but as of right now, the stages are “this kid is interesting and I’m bored” ---> “maybe I don’t want him to die??” ---> “I definitely feel something about him. How do I keep him around?” and thus, he forces the contract with Mahiru (because fae Kuro is a dumbass who can’t understand basic emotions and wouldn’t be able to comprehend that maaaaaybe Mahiru would not want this lol)

#blackcat!kuro #fae!kuro #servamp #my writing #trash trash trash #kuromahi #BEST TAG #anon love! <3 #mahiru shirota #servamp kuro #sleepy ash

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idiopath-fic-smile · 4 years

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a World Ain’t Ready coda

so i’ve been writing short fics in exchange for donations to black lives matter or a related cause (more info here), and @anditsnotoveryet requested something about the next ABC meeting after prom in World Ain’t Ready. i thought some folks might be curious so i figured i’d post it here:

Right before the first ABC meeting after Prom, Grantaire has a minor brain cyclone, a freakout, whatever. He’s done some tentative Googling since he talked to Mr. Myriel, just in case, y’know, just on the off chance that the way his brain is broken isn’t some terrible unnameable rot from within but instead a real and diagnosable condition experienced by millions of people, with real and workable treatments also experienced by millions of people, and the shitty stunts his mind can pull on him does, well, kinda sound like an anxiety thing.

But it’s easier to believe that at his computer in the dark, checking out sites in between looking up pictures of kittens and puppies for stress relief, the whole time messaging with Enjolras.

It’s a little harder to keep things together alone in Ms. Hucheloup’s classroom as he waits for the other kids to trickle in.

The trouble is this: he and Enjolras are so obvious now.

Like, way more obvious than before when they were trying to look obvious, and every gesture of affection was a scripted and choreographed little piece of theater. Grantaire knows (because Eponine won’t shut up about it, any time the three of them hang out) that he and Enjolras have kind of a smiling problem whenever they look at each other. They hold hands without thinking about it. Even now, in the middle of his brain cyclone-slash-mini anxiety spell, Grantaire’s main cheer-up weapon for trying to ease his way out is remembering this stupid pun Enjolras made about going to the art museum.

He was so proud of it, is the thing. Enjolras is a nerd, and Grantaire likes him so much, and when the rest of the ABC gets here, they’re going to take one look at Grantaire’s helpless beaming face and immediately know that something is different, and from there, they’ll be able to deduce that everything between Enjolras and Grantaire before now was a lie, and then, Jesus, then the shit will hit the fan so hard that the fan will never work again, metaphorically speaking, and then--

“Hey, weirdo,” says Jehan at the door. He’s wearing a T-shirt covered in super heroes, except that for each of the guys (and they’re all guys, notes a voice in Grantaire’s head that sounds weirdly like Musichetta’s), Jehan has sewed a little ribbon bow to their head.

“Hey,” says Grantaire. “Nice shirt.”

“You okay?” Jehan asks, stepping farther into the room and eyeing the chaos where Grantaire had tried to channel his nerves into wrangling the desks back into a circle. He has not been, like, super successful yet.

“Yeah,” says Grantaire. Then, “No. I just, like, I dunno, what if, uh--”

Somehow, Jehan manages to run the translation. “It’ll be fine,” he says.

Grantaire laughs and it sounds, maybe, possibly, a tad unhinged. “We’re so ridiculous together,” he mutters. “People will--”

“Listen,” says Jehan, “kiddo,” which should be illegal for a sophomore to say to a junior but Grantaire barely cares, “You were ridiculous before.”

“It’s different now,” Grantaire insists.

“Nobody’s mind is gonna jump where you think it will jump,” says Jehan firmly. “I mean, shall we count the mental leaps?”

Slowly, the fact seeps back into Grantaire’s head that maybe, just maybe, “You baldly deceived us about pretending to date for over three months purely for reasons of social justice” won’t be top of mind for any of their friends.

“If anything,” says Jehan, cheerfully untangling a chair from the pile, “they’ll just think you two finally got laid.”

Grantaire is still choking on that when the rest of the group starts to filter in.

Enjolras is last through the door. “Hey,” he says. His unguarded face is so beautiful.

‘Oh nooo,’ wails Grantaire’s self-control.

“Hey,” says Grantaire, already feeling lighter. He can feel his mouth pulling into a smile.

Enjolras grins in response. “Hey,” he says again, “why are you smiling?”

“I don’t know, why are you smiling?” Grantaire manages.

“Oh my GOD,” says Molly, “this again?”

Jehan shoots Grantaire a look that says, “See? See?” Even Batman looks triumphant from beneath his giant hairbow.

“Welcome, everyone,” says Combeferre, advancing to the board. “Great to see you all again. We have a lot of work ahead of us, so let’s try to keep the shenanigans to a minimum today.”

“What about tomfoolery?” asks Bahorel from the back.

“Also right out,” Courfeyrac cuts in. “As are funny business, horseplay, and hinjinks.”

“And capers?” Grantaire asks before he can stop himself.

“Capers are fine,” says Enjolras. “In the sense of a heist. Because what we’re heisting today is our rights, from under the nose of an uncaring institution.”

Courfeyrac mimes applause. Grantaire joins him.

The corner of Enjolras’s mouth tilts towards a smile, then he seems to collect himself. “Alright,” he says, full of purpose and direction in a way that used to make Grantaire think of movie characters. The truth is, Enjolras is not some golden apparition removed from the rest of the world. He’s not a movie hero at all, he’s a living teenage boy who yesterday cracked himself up suggesting that a whale’s favorite paint would be acrylic (a-krill-ic, get it?) and in a way, it’s terrifying because if they’re both just people, it means Grantaire has no excuse not to try to change the world with him. In that same way, it’s giddying. “Let’s begin.”

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akvtsuki-ari · 4 years

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“I’d do anything for you despite how much you piss me off.” w Spence?

Spencer was a different person around you. You don’t really know why, and you’ve tried many times to figure out such a question but so far, no luck.

Around everyone else, Spencer was the kinda nerdy but still relatively contained genius. He wasn’t really someone known for his silly behavior or for his lack of sophistication, but with you all bests were off. Spencer loved to annoy you and honestly? You weren’t sure if he was doing it on purpose. He just did it out of the blue, whether that be randomly pranks or silly phone calls. The tomfoolery has range but you never really got upset with him for it. Though you were sure if it were anyone else, you’d most definitely already have punched them in the face.

Today was just another day. Spencer tinfoil wrapped everything on your desk, which was not particularly troublesome but still inconvenient. You were clearly irritated but Spencer still gave you that goofy little smile that made your heart hurt. You ping the bridge of your nose as you walk in.

“You have way too much time on your hands,” you say a little exasperated, staring to pick things up off of your desk and unwrap. Spencer giggles, helping you unwrap stuff.

“Honestly, sad to see it go,” Spencer says, wiping away a fake tear. He was so annoying, but so endearing. You scoff in irritation.

“I’d do anything for you, despite how much you piss me off,” you say softly. Spencer suddenly tenses, which caused you to tense too. His playful persona totally disappeared.

“Anything for me?,” Spencer says softly. You roll your eyes continuing to unwrap.

“Yeah, I love you - jackass,” you say af it was obvious. Spencer gives you a shocked look and the amount it took for him to pause was too long for comfort. Spencer looks at you shocked.

“Did you really not know?,”

“N-no but I love you too,” Spencer spits out. You lean into to kiss him softly, pleasure with his answer. Something you’d been unsure of for so long, that kiss pure adrenaline.

“Good,”

#criminal minds #criminal minds imagine #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid #anonymous #spencer reid flufd #800!

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whatissleepeven · 4 years

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Evil Within Shitpost (Feat. Deanobeanoqueero)

It’s-...

It’s exactly what you think it is-

My bro @deanobeanoqueero is the one who got me into this series, and also finished streaming Evil Within 2 for me today. I had a lot of laughs and scares with you Dean, and I just want to say thank you for the wild ride!

(*Slaps roof of this post* this bad boi can fit so many JOKES)

Dean and Sleep’s Happy, Sunshine, Flowery Day With the Bois (Now Comes With Rainbows!)

“We’ve received a distress signal from Beacon Hospital. We’re en-route; ETA five minut-”

“Dean, bro, we’re almost there you can silently thirst for Joseph once we’re out of the car-”

The beginning cut-scene is supposed to be dramatic, but for the two rookies it’s just Sleep teasing Dean about simping for Joseph and Sebastian

Sebastian’s just trying to guess what might be happening so they can go in with a few ideas, and the absolute tomfoolery happening in the back is ruining the atmosphere

Sebastian sighs. “Can the peanut gallery pipe it down back there?”

Dean winks at him in the rear view mirror, not once missing a beat. “I don’t like peanuts, but there’s one half of that word that I certainly do like~”

Joseph nearly chokes at Dean’s words. Kidman turns to the side to stare out the window, raising a hand to hide the growing smile on her face.

“...Peas.” Dean clarifies, although the smug grin on his face spoke a thousand words. “I meant peas. I like peas. Get your heads out of the gutter, would you?”

They’ve all been working together for nearly a month, Sleep and Dean knowing each other for even longer (about three months). This sort of banter was familiar to the five of them, but-

“WE’RE HEREEE- Oh my good fuck.”

They all hop out of the car, staring up at the hospital. Dean’s scoping out the area, Kidman and Joseph are discussing something in hushed voices, Sebastian’s making his way towards the steps, and Sleep-

-is still by the car.

She laughs nervously. “With how hard this rain’s coming down, this place looks kinda...ominous, don’tcha think?”

Sebastian’s withering look makes her gulp. “It’s too late to turn back now.”

“Sleepus.” Dean says as he reappears, slapping her on the back and getting her to stumble forward. “All five of us are finally on a case together. Let’s just go in, hope nothing steals our toes, and get out so we can play that ghost game we bought.”

Sleep nods. “You’re right...FOR THE GAME!”

“Kidman, stay out here. You’re our backup.” Sebastian commands, removing his gun from its holster. “Joseph, Dean, Sleep, you’re with me. We watch each other’s backs in here.”

All three of them nod their heads, hands hovering over their respective weapons.

Sebastian opens the door. Suddenly, a high pitched noise reverberates throughout the hospital, and soon after darkness quickly overtakes them all...

Inside of STEM

Sebastian comes to with a groan, quickly finding that he’s hanging upside down.

He twists his head to either side of him, seeing the other (really, really dead) bodies tied up in the same manner. “What the-”

“-actual-”

“-fuuuuuck...”

Sebastian nearly yells once he hears the other voices. To his left hangs Dean, the rookie taking in his whereabouts with an equally analytical and disgusted look in his eyes. Further down is Sleep, swearing up a storm under her breath as she tries (and fails) to cut her rope.

“Oh this is not a vibe, bois.”

Sebastian shoots Dean an incredulous look. “Now’s not the time for-”

The butcher walks by them all, going for a- oh that’s a writhing body on a chain, how did they not notice that before, and now-

-Now it’s a non-writhing body on a chain, the sounds of a blade slicing flesh filling the air as something wet splatters against the floor. Heavy footsteps pass by them, and Sebastian tilts his head back to see a...a thing dressed as a butcher cutting up a slab of meat on the table.

Sleep swallows harshly. “Ahaha...yummm, ham...”

Dean chuckles weakly, a hand reaching for his combat knife. Sebastian would’ve smacked his own face if the sound wouldn’t alert the crazy monster in the next room.

Out of everyone he could’ve gotten stuck with...

He cuts himself free once the butcher leaves, dropping to the floor like a sack of potatoes. He staggers a bit as he stands up, the blood rush temporarily distorting his view, and quickly gets to work on Dean’s ropes.

Dean drops to the ground much like Sebastian did, except unlike the experienced detective he had someone to catch him.

The rookie smiles up at him. “Thank you, Sebastian.”

“You’re welcome. Can you stand?” Sebastian sets Dean down once he’s sure he’s okay, cutting Sleep’s ropes with no remorse as she plummets to the floor.

She immediately stands back up, unfazed. She jabs a finger at Sebastian, eyes narrowed. “Is this payback for eating your gummy worms the other day?”

Sebastian moves past them with a crouch, swiping the key card from the other room. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

The two also drop to a crouch, following him towards a red door to the left of the hanging bodies. Heavy footfalls start growing louder, prompting them to get through the doorway as quickly as they could and shut the door behind them.

“I was hungry! You were like “Sleep; don’t eat the packing peanuts!”, and I was digesting myself, what else was I supposed to do?!” She whispers harshly as he opens the door. Sebastian gets the sudden urge to bang his head against a wall.

They all ascend the staircase, unaware of the horrors they would face...

Dean would sometimes miss all of his shotgun shots. It didn’t happen often, but he always took a second to lament his gun afterwards while Sleep patted his back

Sebastian leads the way. If there’s danger, he’d rather run into it first than Dean or Sleep

Explosions are Sleep’s jam. Th-...That’s it, send tweet.

Dean is the master of sneaky-sneaking. He always finds hidden items and ammo, pointing out little gems like a Bioshock figurine.

“My sneaky little gremlin hands are gonna steal all of your stuff~!”

The ragtag group’s first exposure to Ruvik begins (and ends) with Sleep insulting him. “Look, I get he wants to make like My Chemical Romance and join the Black Parade, but he clearly got the wrong memo with how much white he’s wearing.”

Long walks usually end up with Dean singing a song. A favorite is “Country roaddddd, take me homeeee, to a plaaaaace, I belonggg!”

“-WEST VIRGINIAAAAA”

The two hang onto each other like they’re in a drama film, extending their arms out towards an unseen sunset. It’s very wholesome and sweet and pure.

Sebastian wants to slam his head against a wall.

Sleep whispers the Mission: Impossible theme whenever they’re sneaking up on enemies

Dean starts singing in a panicked tone whenever there’s a high-stress situation. “AHH, I love running from zombies with my brooOOOOoOoOS..!!”

Code phrases

To release tension, Dean and Sleep say “Number 15: Burger King-”

“Don’t you dare,” Sebastian cuts them off with a hiss as they sneak around a zombie wrapped in barbed wire.

- They do it anyways

They get chased

Dean likes the Lady In Red. She’s terrifying, but she’s cool despite wanting to yoink your toes!

Sleep likes the Keeper the best. He has a safe for his head; that’s awesome!

Meeting up with Joseph = immediate simp on Dean’s end

Dean likes to share theories with Joseph, helping him work on opening doors and solving puzzles. Sleep wanders around the room in that time, poking fun at Sebastian.

Dean + Sleep = Lore Goblins, the Goblins of Lore

Dean really helps keep Joseph’s suicidal ass alive and in check; also calls him Jo Jo when he wants to get his attention

Sleep does her best to protect Leslie because he’s babey

Sleep repeatedly says “I will never financially recover from this” when something goes wrong

Dean counters with “I will never emotionally recover from this” once Kidman shoots Joseph

Oh look, Ruvik’s coming to attack them in his manor? Sebastian is tense as he dodges, but Dean and Sleep-

“No no, don’t touch me there; this is, my No No Square. No no-”

“Dean, Sleep, what the fuck are you two doing-”

Once they manage to defeat Ruvik, the trio stumbles out of the hospital and immediately go back to the office to play Mario Kart (Sebastian was forced to go)

They purchase a book called How To Deal With Trauma: For Dummies and sit in a circle and read it

#us in this game would be so hilarious and so fucked #our quotey fingers are actually just quotey quotes and we're driving Seb insane if STEM hasn't already #long post #evil within #sebastian castellanos #joseph oda #juli kidman #the evil within ruvik #ruben victoriano #this shitpost is dedicated to one of the greatest friends I have #dean bro I love you and thank you for this experience #evil within spoilers #I had to sneak in a Juicy reference too #oh wow this post is long

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