#hibernate like a boss

[zen-blitz]

This February, rebel against the grind and prioritize you. 🌿 Read the full post and learn how to hibernate like a boss.

(via Hibernate Like a Boss : Why February is the Perfect Month for Rest & Recovery)

[icehearts]

9 Fandom Peeps to Get to Know Better

coughs up blood. hi.

tagged by @primamchorus / @sealrock / @felinewanderer -- thank you lovelies! tagging: I am doing this so late, but if you see this, then please consider yourself tagged if you feel so inclined!

three ships I like: Clive/Jill (FFXVI), Edgar/Terra (FFVI which I'm playing for the first time. get a load of this fake FF fan, right?), Nyx/Lunafreya (FFXV Kingsglaive. I CAN EXPLAIN.) too shy to tag but i'm also fond of hankiyo, tunasan, prompto/primam, sidalia and thesca. :'))) first ship ever: Duo/Heero from Gundam Wing was my first ship as a baby fujo. :') last song you heard: Downside Ballad. (Pyre OST) favourite childhood book: Sophie's World. currently reading: This Is How You Lose the Time War. currently watching: a friend streaming a Fire Emblem: Path of Radiance playthrough! currently consuming: lime seltzer water. yay fruit-flavored tv static! currently craving: I am actually craving tex-mex something fierce.

[freddyyeti]

I have forgotten how exhausting it is to make Strawpages. Boowomp.

[monstermoviedean]

i've been dreading this friday afternoon budget meeting all week and telling myself "you just have to get through this and then you're in the clear." and it was predictably miserable until 4 minutes before the end when someone pointed out that we only had 4 minutes left and we hadn't even talked about the thing we needed to talk about. and then we had to schedule another meeting 😭😭😭😭

[yanderenightmare]

The Four Seasons as Boyfriends

♡ AN: from the Promptlist

♡ TW: nsfw and fluff, really soft yandere, if yandere at all

♡ GN reader

Autumn is always half awake but never fully asleep. 

In the morning, he likes pairing coffee with a smoke out on the balcony—standing shirtless, black tattoos on his pale skin, despite the cold wind, watching the sun rise, sporting tousled hair and dark sunken eyes. 

He spends his days more or less the same way. There’s a briskness in the breeze and rain every other day, and all the leaves have turned shades of brown and orange, matting the ground in wet heaps, leaving the trees to look like skeletons. He likes going for short walks just before the sun goes down, when the sky is a warm pink and there ain’t a soul to be seen, and it feels like the two of you are the only people who’ve stayed behind before the apocalypse came.

At night, he’ll stay up late, watching Halloween movies with you in his arms, drinking something stronger than coffee, and smoking something different than cigarettes. He’ll never flinch when the gory scenes play. He’ll just run his thumb up and down your arm and hold you close with a low chuckle.

He’s a quiet guy who spends his time observing more than talking, a real philosopher, writing down things on this old typewriter he has, anything from crime novels to other horrific things. He’s somewhat grim that way—you think he might have been a mob boss in his previous life. 

But he’s got this dry-humored side as well, and a romantic one too—one that whispers awfully heart-gripping things to you in bed, gives you small gifts on all your anniversaries. Half-mast dark eyes without a smile on his lips, bringing your palm up for a kiss. 

Maybe it wasn’t a past life, you think, maybe he’s a vampire who’s been plenty of things. Come to think of it, you’ve only ever seen him outside when the sun has been safely hidden behind a veil of grey clouds. You don’t know, he just seems like he’s come from another age in the way he’ll treat every day like something to be enjoyed slowly, every moment together to be savored, and every detail of your face something to be not just remembered but cherished.

♡ BNHA – Bakugou, Shoto, Shigaraki, Dabi, Aizawa, Shinso, Overhaul ♡ JJK – Sukuna, Geto, Megumi, Toji, Yuuta, Choso, Higuruma ♡ HQ – Kageyama, Kuro, Iwaizumi, Sakusa, Suna ♡ CSM – Aki, Yoshida ♡ BLLK – Reo, Rin, Sae ♡ AOT – Eren ♡ DS – Akaza, Tomioka, Genya ♡ HxH – Chrollo, Illumi, Feitan

Winter wants to spend all his days inside, wrapped up with you in bed like a bear in hibernation. You have to all but fight your way out of his hold in order to get up. 

He groans when you leave, whimpering at the cold, but eventually, he musters up enough willpower to follow you. He’ll have the duvet wrapped around him still, slippers padding towards the smell of breakfast. He’s still sleepy until he gets a good, warm cup of chocolate coffee. 

Clad in a warm blue sweater, pilled from wear, but cozy still, and a pair of baggy corduroys and fuzzy socks in all sorts of colors. 

He’s super reluctant about leaving the house—will literally find any excuse not to and do anything to avoid having to. He’ll stand in the mudroom with you like an obstinate brat as you dress him, putting on his scarf, hat, and gloves for him before pulling him into his jacket. 

He’s pouty at first, whining about his nose freezing, but after a while, he gets more than happy-go-lucky in the snow. Acting just like a dog, bounding about, tackling you down, and rolling around with you so that you’re both sure to catch a cold. 

You build a snowman together, make angels, and a little igloo where he’s deadset on the two of you sleeping tonight. Yeah, not likely, is all you think, knowing him and how the minute the two of you get home, he’s going to hunker down with all the duvets and blankets he can find and cry about how he’s never going outside again. 

And sure enough, the two of you trudged home, freezing cold and exhausted from all the frivolity, he in a whiny mood. You enter the shower together, and he just stands there, arms around you, draping you with his entire body under the water, defrosting. 

Like before, you end up doing things for him. Shampooing the sweat out of his hat-hair and soaping the rest of him up, then doing yourself the same way.

He’s just as clingy when you’re done. Dressed in fluffy robes, he’ll hold you close on his lap and put on a Christmas movie, something funny, something for children, The Grinch or Home Alone, or a romcom you’ve watched a thousand times before.

He’ll eat gingerbread men instead of dinner, drink one too many cups of eggnog, and tell you how he wants to curl up inside your heart where it's nice and toasty and stay there forever—meanwhile, his hand explores your naked body under your robe.

♡ BNHA – Denki, Kirishima, Shigaraki, Toaya, Hawks, Natsuo ♡ JJK – Mahito, Gojo ♡ HQ – Hinata, Tanaka, Kuro, Lev, Bokuto, Miya twins, Tendou ♡ CSM – Denji ♡ BLLK – Nagi, Bachira ♡ DS – Doma, Zenitsu ♡ WB – Umemiya, Togame

Spring is an early bird. Big breakfast spreads every day, wild flowers on the table in a hand-painted coffee mug, toasted bread with a dozen types of spreads, sliced meat, cheese, scrambled eggs, different jams, strawberry, peach, blueberry, apricot, raspberry, and all the currants.

He’s always got a big goofy smile on his face, wearing baggy dongeries and bright pastel-colored T-shirts—green, pink, yellow, and blue. His hair is fluffy, his eyes are round, and he’s always got a new pair of suede sneakers on.

He’d make a great dad, having the personality of a guy who’s a kindergarten teacher, the way he’s all about DIY easter decorations. He has his own craft cart, fully equipped with different colored paper, patterned tape, and glitter in all pretty colors.

He’s never been a very traditional guy, always raving about new ideas, dreams he’s had, things he’s seen when scrolling through Pinterest—you can't hope to keep up...

Your walls have all been painted—not like other walls—but as if the wallpaper were canvas. All your chairs have been bought at yard sales and other second-hand stores, refurbished by him, and hand-painted in different colors with cushions in different fabrics. Your coffee table is an old wine crate he found at a junkyard. All your blankets are knitted with spare yarn from all his other projects.

He also scrapbooks like no other, filling the pages with receipts and tickets he’s saved from your outings and vacations, and Polaroid pictures he’s taken of you, with dates and locations written along the white bottom.

Not to mention, how in the kitchen window, he’s hung the empty egg husks from breakfast, decorated with swirls and dots, with letters spelling Happy Easter!

He also makes you love letters—indulgent paragraphs with an overwhelming amount of love-bombing and hopes and dreams about your future together, always with the wording of a five-year-old child talking about their favorite type of food. 

Yeah, he’s no poet, but it’s the thought that counts, and so A for effort!

♡ BNHA – Deku, Denki, Kirishima, Shigaraki, Hawks, Mirio ♡ JJK – Gojo, Yuji ♡ HQ – Hinata, Sugawara, Bokuto, Miya twins, Tendou ♡ CSM – Denji ♡ DS – Zenitsu ♡ WB – Nirei, Umemiya

Summer is tan with tan lines from his swimming trunks. He’s all smiles and loud laughter, too careless for shades and sunscreen, and so you’re the one who’s left running after him when he sprints towards the water, like a parent, shouting at him to put on some protection.

He filled the cooler up with sodas and beers before you left home, and has brought along firelighters, making a bonfire on the sand for grilled fruits, vegetables, and meats, so that the two of you can spend the day.

His hair is sun-damaged and bleached with saltwater, but he makes it look good with his freckled face, looking as though he lives on the beach. He’ll go in the water several times, never tiring.

He likes to promenade in flip-flops like he’s on constant vacation,  always shirtless, letting his swim-trunks dry while the two of you walk along the shore as the sun gets low, giving you his sweater once the air gets a little chilly. Making plans for how you can fill the rest of the summer. 

He’s got never-ending ideas, you don’t think you’ll have time for it all—hiking, biking, camping, festivals, outdoor movies, picnics, farmers markets, berry picking, kite flying, ice cream, gardening, going diving, sailing, fishing, hot air balloons, parachuting, bungee jumping, skydiving—yeah, his ideas get progressively more extreme as he goes.

But at home, when he’s all drained out from the sun, he’s a quiet presence. Warm still, but calm, lining up pretty seashells and dried-up corals along all the windowsills, before the two of you hit the shower. Washing off salt and sweat, and about a bucket's worth of sand that remains between the cracks in the tiles.

He’ll leave kisses against your neck and shoulder, murmur things in a voice you don’t recognize from the day, but a grainier one belonging to the night, telling you all the dirty things he’s going to do to you now that the sun’s fully down.

♡ BNHA – Denki, Kirishima, Touya, Hawks, Natsuo ♡ JJK – Gojo, Yuji ♡ HQ – Hinata, Sugawara, Tanaka, Kuro, Lev, Bokuto, Miya twins, Tendou ♡ CSM – Denji ♡ BLLK – Nagi, Bachira, Shido ♡ WB – Umemiya

♡ FEM x M INSERT masterlist ♡ GN x M INSERT masterlist

[rad-bitch-sad-bitch]

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[thenewestxmen]

Logan's animalistic traits

So we can all agree that Logan has gained animalistic traits. Like how a lot of people have canons of Logan hibernating and starting to get more attracted to Wade with a cinnamon (the scent of cinnamon is similar to mating scents, kudos to the person that posted that fact and canon:) ), so I’m making that all come together.

Wade loves fall. He will buy at least a dozen pumpkins to paint and gut. Logan, not so much. His sensory issues make it torture for him to feel pumpkin guts. One day, Wade comes home with an assortment of candles, he starts to try out each one to see which one Logan likes, every day, another scent. Today, Wade lights the candle of a cinnamon scented wax candle. As the smooth scent wafts around the apartment, Logan’s head bobs up from his weekend newspaper. Wade sees this and grins, seeing him take a deep breath of the smell. Wade shrugs it off, and goes to make some eggs. As he keeps his eyes on the sizzling eggs, Logan wraps his arms around Wade, kissing up and down his neck.

“Mmh. Smells good. You’re so fucking gorgeous.” Logan sighs. Wade just laughs and lets Logan kiss and touch him. The next day, the next candle, Logan is the same as the previous week, hardly noticing the smell. Wade caught onto this and started to purchase cinnamon cologne and perfumes. The first day Wade wore the perfume, Logan was all over him.

“You smell so fucking good…” he said as he kissed all over Wade. It became a usual thing. the only time Wade didn’t wear the cologne and perfume was in public places, and sometimes, he wore a little bit at group gatherings. Winter hits, Wade is still using the perfume and candles, but Logan seems to have gotten more tired. He’s eating more and sleeping longer. When Wade catches onto Logan’s habits, he spends an hour squealing into his pillow.

“You’re like a bear, Logie bear!”

“Shut up.” Logan says, but can’t help a yawn from escaping his throat. A layer of soft fat settles on him stomach, Logan is a bit self conscious of it, but is too tired to work out. As Wade sees him sleeping almost constantly, he makes an entire pillow fort just for Logan in the corner of the apartment, right next to the heater. Logan sleeps there, but with the combo of the perfume, Logan holds Wade in his arms as he sleeps, nuzzling his forehead into wades neck. In the morning, Wade can’t bring himself to wake Logan up, he’s so peaceful and Wade is so comfy, resting his head on Logan’s soft stomach. Wade calls him workplace, telling them Logan got cancer, then started to explain his symptoms (which are just wades symptoms) and Logan’s boss believed him. Wade returns to the pillow fort, resting his head on Logan’s squishy stomach. When Laura comes by, seeing Logan cuddle Wade, and spend most of the time with Laura sleeping, she finds it adorable too. She and Wade gawk at Logan as he sleeps in the little pillow fort, getting antsy while Wade isn’t in his arms.

[ambunyun]

DC x DP Prompt (2)

Danny becomes a dreamwalker, and gains another complicated relationship.

It was no secret that Danny had a rocky and awkward relationship with his rogue gallery, especially after his coronation to become the Ghost King. Imagine the faces his enemies made when they learned that baby half-ghost they used to brawl with was now the Eternal Majesty and effectively their boss.

That was mostly how Danny, in a display of abuse of authority, made Nocturn agreed to help him enter a specific person's dream. More specifically, the dream of one Timothy Drake-Wayne.

It all started when Danny got his scholarship to Gotham University after finishing high school. Finally leaving his ghost-fighting life in Amity Park behind, although he still had to fulfill his duty as the Ghost King.

In his first year at Gotham U, he met none other than the Tim Drake - local celebrity, son of billionaire, genius - as his classmate.

Here's the thing, Danny made Tim extremely sleepy for some reasons.

For one, the air around Danny was chill. Unlike the biting cold of winters, this felt more like the cooling of an air conditioner on a summer day. Which made thing way too comfortable, his body just kept dozing off whenever this strange boy was around, like an animal ready for hibernation.

For two, being the Ghost King meant that Danny had the traces of all the Ancients on him. Including Nocturn's trace as the Ancient of Dream, which induced sleep. This was usually unnoticeable when you were awake, but if you were someone who overworked themselves to the limit of consciousness and survived purely of caffein and energy drinks like Tim did, it got much more effective.

So from Tim's perspectice, Danny was just one big sleep-inducing spell. And this was really ticking him off. He kept falling asleep in the middle of classes, or when he needed to concentrate on a vital case during study time. It was almost impossible to focus when Danny was around, everything was just so relaxing.

The batfam was overjoyed thinking that Tim had finally fixed his broken sleeping habits. In reality, this just made Tim even more paranoid and drank even more caffein than before.

Danny, being someone who had listened to Jazz's rants about the effect of lack of sleep on the mind for all his youth, immediately recognized Tim's worsening symtomps when he saw them. Strangely, whenever he approached Tim to give some advice, the boy just paled and skedaddled away as if he'd seen a ghost (hehe).

So, in true Danny's fashion, he asked Nocturn for help putting a poor classmate to proper sleep. He even manifested himself as the Ghost King in Tim's dream to ease the boy through the process.

This escalated when Tim accidentally developed a crush on Danny in his dreams and was now concerned if he had just developed a crush on a supernatural being in his dream. Or if he had just developed a crush on a figment of his imagination (he couldn't decide which was worse).

Danny was completely unaware of this and patted himself on the back for helping someone while Tim had a crisis.

[doomedmoth]

War is Over

Pairing : Reader x Daniel Ricciardo x Max Verstappen | Poly fem!reader

Warnings : use of y/n, smau, polyamory, queer drivers, reader is around 30

Synopsis : You’re just a mechanic at RedBull, not much more to say. Nothing in your contract says you can’t be friends with drivers, right ? The little lines very clearly says you’re not allowed to show it all though. When your chosen “family” fails you, all you can do is hope your loved ones save themselves too.

Moth’s prophecy💡: Hi cryptids, honestly I have no excuses to give, sorry for the randomness of it all, I just needed to get this out to process with the pain of loosing Daniel. I can only hope he finds happiness away from the shit show that RedBull is becoming. Probably going back to hibernation, see ya !

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yourusername : How it started / how it’s going (swipe for my face when I’m not covered in grease). Hello to everyone new here, I’m Y/N, Chief Engine Power Conformity Mechanician at redbullracing ! Based in the never-sunny town of Milton Keynes, but you might see me around the paddock at most races to make sure no one explodes ✌🏻

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F1mech little miss mini boss 🫡

yourusername be glad to have me around to do the dirty work

F1mech Yes ma’am very grateful ma’am 🫡

redbullracing Your work is so crucial and we are happy the world gets to know you more !

redbullracing Also it was sunny last we came to MK ???

yourusername nobody tell admin we take out the fake blue sky windows when he comes by

user1 lmao I live in Milton Keynes and can attest we haven’t seen the sun in weeeeks

user2 never wanted to be a redbull neon sign so bad

user3 I can see why they hide her in the shithole that is Milton Keynes, the whole paddock would go crazy over her

user4 she would make such a cute wag omg !!

user5 bet every girlie is on their man’s back whenever she’s around

user6 she works for RB soooo… d’you think her and checo…? 😳

user7 she already has someone guys !! Though we have never seen his face, but I think she’s more interested in the cars than the ones inside them

user6 checo is married and still it doesn’t stop him lmao

user8 are you part of the pit crew ?? Never seen you before ! /g

yourusername I’m not !! I mainly work on the cars before and after the races and practices to make sure everything is in place, not faulty, and compliant to both Redbull’s and the FIA’s standards of security 🤗 but 60/70% of my work is at the factory, and the paddock parts happens behind close doors, so no worries

maxverstappen1 she makes sure nobody dies

yourusername and god knows y’all make it hard sometimes

danielricciardo yeah this second pic is so much better

yourusername oh don’t start me boy

danielricciardo hihihi 🤭

user9 hello Daniel ???

user10 How can I work at Redbull too pls I beg you I’ll even make coffee and mop the floors

yourusername check our offers on the website honey !! Most jobs require some experience or diploma but we also offer internships and graduate programs if you want to make your way in

user10 thank u 🥹

user10 that’s how you got in ?

yourusername nope, I’ve worked on cars forever and in motorsports for years before getting to F1, but we have plenty of opportunities in non-technical fields too!

user11 pretty, kind, works in f1, not single, lemme just Google how to be like you

user12 you okay dude ? Throat not hurting too much from gagging on her dick

user13 lmaoooo yeah seeing her looks that’s probably a daddy’s girl who got put in exec and pretends to know what she’s talking about

user14 wouldn’t be shocked if her “work behind closed doors” is ordering actual mechs around like minions

danielricciardo is your little ego so hurt by the fact that you’ll never be talented enough to get to her place that you’ve resorted to running your shitty mouth online ? Breath getting stinky mate, careful 🤢

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yourusername : Everything’s twice as fun with you

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user15 lover boy lover boy lover boy !

user16 I’m more excited for the face reveal than for my best friend’s wedding

user17 pls get checked wtf

user18 wait isn’t he blonde ? who’s the dark haired one in some pics ? With tattoos ?

user19 you might be new but Y/N always post pics of lover boy randomly, so some pics are old, and he often dyes his hair !

user18 wow damn I need his hairdresser coz this is cleaaaaan

yourbff don’t tell me you let him touch your car

yourusername lmaooo never 💀 tried to teach him to change some parts on his

yourbff and…?

yourusername ended up doing it…

yourbff at least he’s cute !!

yourusername Hey ! That must counts for something !

user20 not them bullying him coz he either doesn’t have socials or is not allowed to answer

yourbff what ? us ?

yourusername Never 😇

user21 oh damn she bagged herself a hottie

user22 HE bagged himself a hottie have you seen her ??

user23 couple goals and we ain’t ever seen his face like

user24 ain’t no need for a face with a body like this

user25 kinda looks like Max on the 6th slide no ??

user26 lmao as if

user27 the man can bag any celebrity doubt he cares for a factory girl

user28 the pic with the RB can lol

yourusername trained him well 😇

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oh yeah I keep forgetting y’all old money rich rich

user30 replied to the story :

so we all forgetting about Horner’s accusation ?? Truly just RB’s bitch in the end

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Is that y/n ?? Didn’t know the mechs were invited to those events

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man I do take amazing pics when the models look so good

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yourusername : vitamin sea 🌊⛱️🐚 Australia, you never disappoint

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oscarpiastri wish we could have hung out more 🥺

yourusername we hung out at your house bby!!

user32 BBY ?? SOMEONE CALL LILY COZ THIS BITCH IS OVERSTEPPING

oscarpiastri we didn’t hang out you repaired my mom’s car while Lily and I were drinking WARM BEERS ON THE FLOOR

yourusername SORRY YOU CAN’T APPRECIATE MY CRAFT LIKE YOUR MOTHER DOES also hi to lils 💕🌸🎀

oscarpiastri DON’T BRING MY MOM INTO THIS she said she misses u 🤗💕✨

user32 oh

yourusername yeah

oscarpiastri yeah

nicolepiastri yeah

yourbff you need to turn off work like for reeeaaaal

yourusername how can I when those two are literally glued to my hip

danielricciardo shocked sad disappointed

maxverstappen1 Lover boy will hear about this

yourusername Are those threats ? Remember I literally have power over your life

danielricciardo not mine anymore lol Lover boy WILL HEAR about this

user33 oh so that definitely erases the possibility of Max or Daniel being Lover Boy

user34 as if there had ever been any evidence of that

user35 Lover boy in the Redbull cap ??

yourusername Yep ! Max gave it to him

user35 daaaaamn he is ripped

yourusername hihi 🤭

user36 no one questioning why the fuck is a mechanician hanging so much with drivers ??

user37 *chief mechanician

F1mech oh shit buddy thank you, we weren’t aware we couldn’t be friends with people we spend more than half of the year on the road with

maxverstappen1 cancel your ticket rn mate, you can’t vacation with us

F1mech come on user36, see what you’ve done ?? Maybe if you hadn’t questioned it I could have gone, fucker

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Not you posting this straight after the checo announcement 💀

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just saw the news, is Danny ok ?? Pls call me

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Booked you a table at San Marco at 8, sorry I can’t be there tonight…

it’s okay, I know how it is, I just don’t want him to be alone… thx for the restaurant 💕

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omg same

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IS THAT DANIEL ???

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the tattoos ??? girl we knoooow

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y/n ?

yup yup yup sorry

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lmao miss thing is piiiissed

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i can’t find my controller d’you have one more ? 🥺

yes bby just come before your food gets cold

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She supports Max’s rights but mostly Max’s wrongs

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preeeaach 🙌🏻

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all redbull employees protesting the FIA has me going !! Tell Horner to open his mouth too for once

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I want this pic as my new lockscreen

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danielricciardo : l've loved this sport my whole life. It's wild and wonderful and been a journey. To the teams and individuals that have played their part, thank you. To the fans who love the sport sometimes more than me haha thank you. It'll always have its highs and lows but it's been fun and truth be told I wouldn't change it.

Until the next adventure.

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redbullracing 🫶🏻

user45 SHUT UP

user46 the audacity

user47 you promised you would treat him better !!

user48 Daniel > Perez

user49 DTS fan

lewishamilton legend 🫂

user50 game recognize game

user51 tell Mercedes to give him a seat

maxverstappen1 Head up ! Many more beautiful moments to come, somewhere you’ll be recognized and appreciated 💪🏻 our time together isn’t over, but I’m glad for all the racing, the laughs, the nights, for you ❤️

user52 wow hm Max no need to make all of us cry

user53 I feel like I’ve just walked in on something very personal…

user54 maxiel 😭😭😭

user55 he was the best mate you ever had, never should have left RedBull

yourusername Working with you was an honor, but getting to know and appreciate you made my whole life brighter, and I can’t thank you enough for this 🌞 no contracts can bring us apart, see you around honey bee 💛

user56 the little dig at RB’s contracts lmao

user57 why does honey bee feel much more intimate than honey badger ??

user58 we haven’t seen this level of emotion for De Vries, yet you were already working for the “RedBull family” if I’m not mistaken ??

user59 maybe because no one gives two shits about De Vries ??

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yourusername : Well, there it is. After 15 years of working on cars, the last 10 in motorsports, last five in Formula 1, it’s time for me to take a break. It was just perfect to finish it off in my hometown Austin, and I’m so grateful to my friends and family who made the trip to celebrate together. I remember my first week at Milton Keynes, my whole life in a suitcase. Abu Dhabi 2021, and those stories we’ll keep for our old days. I was so proud to be part of this, the champagne, the fireworks, the love. The day Daniel came back to us. The people I’ve met, the opportunities I’ve had, none would have been possible without you, ‘Bull. It’s been oh so amazing, but oh so tiring. I’ve reached a point in my life where I need my environment to be aligned with what I want, my values and the people I love and care for. So it’s goodbye.

F1, thank you for everything. I’ll miss you, but I gotta go. 💙

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F1mech I solemnly swear to not make anything explode, to always triple check my laces, to never pick Yoshi in Mario Kart because it’s yours, and to forever keep you close to my heart. Thx mini boss, you were amazing 🫡

yourusername Thanks Callum, you’re gonna make me cry now…

user60 US TOO 😭

user61 naaaaah another one leaving RedBull, shit is really going down

user62 where do you think she’s going ? Aston ?

user63 or Ferrari

yourusername Sorry to disappoint but neither ! It’s really a full break, for a while at least, I need to get my head out of the oil and machinery

user64 leaving England then ?? What about lover boy ??

yourusername Lover boy was never British eheh, who told you that ? 🤭

user65 if Lover boy is confirmed to be Daniel I’ll loose my shit

user66 I will always root for Max though…

user67 he has tattoos omg it’s never been Max !!

redbullracing Now it’s pretty sure MK will never see the sun again with you gone 😭

user68 we still hate you

user69 fuck off

yukitsunoda0511 🥺🫶🏻

yourusername 😚🫴🏻💕

yourbff it’ll be hard, but it’ll be good

yourusername thankfully i won’t be alone

yourbff not long to wait

yourusername yeah, soon soon

user70 ???

user71 I have a headache just thinking about everything the soon soon could be about

user72 really doubt Max is staying much longer in RedBull seeing how many engineers are quitting

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no yeah we get it this looks much better than the factory lmao

user74 has replied to your story :

Honey bee ?? I’ve heard that one before

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Mom said you haven’t gone to see her yet ! Meanie !

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crazy how Max starts winning again since you’re gone

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F1 : BREAKING : Max Verstappen has announced his retirement after winning his 4th World’s Drivers Championship.

Record breaker.

Late braker.

Legend.

#ThankYouMax

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user76 WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK

user77 when I tell you I fell to my knees

user78 screaming crying throwing up

user79 I refuse to believe this is true

user80 what the hell was this season

user81 DTS is gonna have a field day with this one

user80 doubt 10 episodes are gonna be enough

redbullracing There aren’t enough words to describe the impact you’ve had on our history, Max. You’ll forever be a pillar of the RedBull family, and an icon of the sport. Tudududu 🧡

lewishamilton Thank you for the challenges, you’ve always pushed us to go harder. Never thought I would have to see you leave, but we’ll keep your legacy running 👑

user82 Alonso when ???

user83 Who’s gonna take his seat ? Honey badger comeback ?

user84 doubt it, he said in the only interview he gave that he had some friends to go see a few continents away, bet he was talking bout Danny

user85 April Fools ?

user86 In December ??

user87 I really don’t understand why, everything was going much better with the car lately

user88 I think he’s just done with the sport, he said multiple time he wouldn’t force it if he didn’t feel like it anymore

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wait, if that’s lover boy, who’s the guy you were with lately ??

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Sydney airport !!

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OMG I KNEW I SAW MAX IN SYDNEY THIS MORNING WTF I RECOGNIZE HIM

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you did it bby, it’s time to rest now

ily, we will 💕

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The timing with Max quitting RB is so odd I’m seriously questioning my sanity rn

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danielricciardo : From sneaking out of restaurants to barricading the doors of our shared hotel rooms, I wish I could have told the world earlier how much I love you. But I’m glad I can now. There’s something magical about finding the one, so when you find the two, you’ll make any radical change necessary to protect them. Think you were right Maxie, the farm life does suit us.

This was the Honey Badger, peace ✌🏻

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maxverstappen1 : Turning off comments coz those two are mine and you can only admire them from afar. I know they’re pretty. They’re mine. And I’ll say it as many times as I want now. Mine mine mine mine mine

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user93 WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK

user94 mother is finally letting us out of the cage and none of us can take it

user95 the first pic

user96 I could die

user97 who the fuck even took it

user98 she said “y’all won’t let me post their faces ? I’ll give you the whole sextape”

user99 I knew it I fucking knew it Maxiel nation we won

oscarpiastri so happy for you guys, go be free with the little goats 🥹

yourusername pls try to survive

maxverstappen1 and if RB tries to buy you RUN BACK HOME

user100 oh shit it’s time for no filter Max era

yourusername you’ve had a taste this year, be prepared for the real deal

yukitsunoda0511 finally i can stop pretending to not speak English when asked about you

danielricciardo you were pretending very well if I may say

yukitsunoda0511 thanks !

user101 oh yuki sweet summer child…

user102 don’t tell me in Japan already ??

yourusername you really took a good look at this pic and thought “yeah, those two are straight” ? It’s a you issue honestly

user102 yeah okay fair

user103 7th pic ???

maxverstappen1 Abu Dhabi ‘21

maxverstappen1 tasted better than champagne tbh

user104 oh so y’all are just leaking EVERYTHING now, no fucks given

danielricciardo I had to pay a lot for those pics to not get out back then so yeah kinda

danielricciardo which is a shame when we look so good

user105 sooooo… about the high performance athlete….?

maxverstappen1 yes.

yourusername yes.

danielricciardo 💕

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hibernation/ brumation

– tales of the voracity pathstrider

✎𓂃 winter dormancy.

in his five years of being your boss, aventurine hasn’t ever seen you send in a request for leave. but here he is, staring at your application for a month-long vacation.

a month? isn’t that a little too long?

you didn’t even stick a little comment about where you’re going or what’s happening, dammit! he wants to know so bad, but he feels like he’ll either overstep his boundaries or come off as clingy if he asks.

he’ll approve it, of course!

he wants you to not hate your job, and part of being a good boss is letting his subordinates take the leaves they’re entitled to

and you deserve a nice, long break, anyway

but the curiosity is killing him inside. what will you be doing? will you still hang around the IPC?

he really, really wants to barge into your office and wrench an explanation out of you

and also, how dare you try to take leave right into the holidays! rude

he wanted to take you out to dinner! to fancy places! he was prepared to have a schedule full of you!

totally not dates or his attempts to spoil you

he totally isn’t thinking of doing it so that you’ll spoil him in return

he’s found out that you respond to him if he rants at you

and that you get very soft and careful with him if he presses the right buttons

he digs that so much it’s unreal

there’s something about having you, of all people, treat him tenderly

perhaps because he’s seen firsthand what kind of monster hides in your scarf

or… what kind of monster hides beneath your silent, icy exterior

it just hits different when someone like you treat him so gently

and he knows for a fact that you’ll never abuse that power you have

he absolutely loves that. 100%.

“guess who’s here!” aventurine announces as he enters your office without so much as a knock, “hard at work, my favorite secretary?”

“out, please.” you hiss, sparing him barely a glance from your computer, “i’m concentrating.”

since when did your complaints stop him

he saunters over and sits himself on your armrest anyway

your scarf lift him up and set him down on the couch opposite to you

he finds his way back to your chair

you put him on the couch again

he comes back to your armrest

is he a cat obsessed with a particular box (namely, your chair) or something

you give up

“what is it?” you relent, scooting over so he can fit onto your seat, too, albeit barely

this man does not hesitate to invade your personal space

“where are you going for a month, hmm?” he asks with a playful smile, “can’t even tell me?”

oh, so that’s what this is about

but why is he resting his face in his hand and looking at you like he’s trying to flirt?

“hibernation.” you keep typing without giving aventurine much of a reaction, “not exactly, but close. brumation.”

wait. wait, what?

it doesn’t take a genius to know that aventurine is currently flabbergasted. “you… hibernate? like sleep hibernate?” 

“no, i hibernate awake.” you mumble sarcastically, but he catches it even if your words are muffled

“c’mon, i’m just checking!” he throws his hands in the air as if protesting your attitude

“yes, i sleep, for the most part.” you scoot over a little more and lift him up, setting him down in your lap. “but i’ll be awake here and there.”

you rest your head on top of his and continues to work, effectively caging him in

he realizes you’re much more like a snake than he thought

not in an alarming way

you’re coiling around him, but, like, in a friendly danger noodle way

“will you?” he chuckles; maybe his plans aren’t entirely foiled, after all, “for how long?”

you look at him. “a few minutes up to an hour?” 

you’re only getting up for water and/or changing sleeping positions

never mind, his plans to try to spoil you is, in fact, foiled

he pouts. he had the entire thing planned out already! all five days that you’ll be off!

he looks like a kid who’s about to buy the last donut but you beat him to it and buy the donut right in front of his eyes.

“you can visit.” you say, and you see him light up almost immediately. 

though, you don't think there’s much worth visiting, but whatever makes him happy

when aventurine visits you during your well-deserved vacation, he’s pleasantly surprised. you’re sleeping so peacefully, despite the fact that you usually rarely sleep at all.

you’re curled up into half a ball under your blankets and your scarf

and letting out little snores

is this what you look like when you’re asleep? 

so adorable. if only you’d let him see it often…

but he doesn’t know the frequency of your brumation period

as far as he knows, it’s once in five years, but he has no idea if it’s more than five years

you’re not covering your face, either

aeons, he loves seeing your unobscured face

you’re so beautiful under your scarf

especially the patches of scales along your neck, they glitter in white gold under the light

he wishes you wouldn't try to cover them up

during your entire month, he’s going to be in your room whenever he’s free

he will totally try to sleep next to you at night

what? it’s not like you haven’t shared a bed before!

it’s just that you’ve never been asleep by each other's side!

you will cuddle into him if he tries to hold you

and you will get fussy if he tries to get out of the hug

if only you were as honest when you’re awake

aventurine has been trying to catch you in your small conscious windows, but he’s having not much luck with that. though, this isn’t exactly a gamble, so “luck” might not be the right word here.

he’s so busy; he’s drowning in work 

your temporary replacement isn’t very good at their job

or maybe he’s just used to the way you do things and now everything feels wrong

he wants you back already 

because nowadays he barely has an hour to spend with you apart from bedtime

he hates it

what do you mean by he can’t sit next to your sleeping form while he signs papers?

horrible, very horrible

but eventually he does catch you when you’re awake

you’re drowsy and you’re dragging your blankets and your scarf with you around your room

the cutest thing he’s ever seen in a long while

he watches as you clumsily pour yourself some water, spilling some on the table because you can’t line up the jug and the glass properly

and he watches as you sluggishly flop onto your couch after you’ve downed the water

“had enough of the bed?” he asks, sitting down next to you and brushing a few strands of hair away from your face

“hnnnnnngh,” you grumble and turn to face away from him, you just want to go back to sleep

then you remember this is your boss’s voice

and you reluctantly mumble, “it’s too warm…”

do you even know what you’re saying? you’re melting his heart

“oh, that so? it’s too hot over there?” aventurine snickers softly, his hand caressing your face, the cool fabric of his glove making you sigh in delight. “you’re so lovely.”

he recognizes the amount of trust you have in him to let him visit you when you’re sleeping, and it’s doing things to his stomach. you’re so lazy, so barely aware of your surroundings, but you trust him to be around you while you are in this state.

there is an urge, and he acts on it. he nuzzles against your cheek, rubbing your noses together and planting a small kiss on your forehead. he’s been dreaming of holding you like you’re his greatest treasure, but he’s never mustered up the courage to do it. 

maybe someday he will tell you, and then he’ll be allowed to adore you openly the way he’s always wanted to.

“my favorite snake,” he whispers to himself, feeling a shudder of affection throughout his bones, “sleep well. i’ll look forward to taking you out when you rise.”

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On today's episode of "Quit being Basic, be Iconic" I am here to info dump some basic survival skills that help me in my personal and professional life.

Yes I know I was MIA for the longest time but I am slowly trying to crawl back from my hibernation as it's Spring Ladiessss!!!

So no more delay let's get into it:

1) VALUE. VALUE. VALUE over anything. Be a person who has something to offer. Best if it's multiple things.

2) Know the cost of your value and trade it efficiently. Bargain like a Man and act humble like a Woman.

3) Arrogance without substance is a recipe for disaster. It's tricky being a woman you can't be arrogant because then you are a bitch and self stuck up (which you should be) but assess the right place to channel it. Don't be arrogant in front of your teachers or peers who might be useful to you tomorrow for sure (you know having a tribe kinda thing) but be arrogant with that girl in your class who is always making things difficult for you or with that guy who can't take a no for an answer. Arrogance with substance always but also served at the right place and right time just enough to scare them from causing any drama.

4) Honey we never stir up a drama but surely know how to end one.

5) This is a corporate tip: You don't threaten the person in power. Especially your boss who has the promotion. Never show who you are. Take time in assessing what is expected out of you not just from the work front but also as a person and soft skills wise. Blend yourself in their work style rather than expecting them to blend with yours.

6) Channel the masses but don't be afraid to fuck the masses if required. There's something really intriguing when you are one of them but still don't need them for anything.

7) Effortless. Everything you do should look effortless.

8) Don't say or act like you are above others 24/7. Pavlov them into it with small repeated consistent subtle reminders. It's all in the small things.

9) Never rush to impress or try to put on a performance. Even if you are, we have to make it look like that's you in your natural state. If that person was not here you would still act the same way. Impress them with your naturality. Baffle them with your skills.

10) One thing my manager told me early on in my job and I swear by it," Create dependency." Be a need not a want.

That's all I got. I am having a feeling I am repeating the same things again and again might need some time to gather my thoughts.

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Oh to be Miguel’s housewife…

I’d love to make him all sorts of extravagant breakfasts before he’s even awake.

Have his babies, go grocery shopping with him in the evenings and making dinner together.

Wearing cute little aprons while cooking, to kiss him goodbye and take his coat once he’s back from work. Putting little notes in his lunches. Or even just rubbing his shoulders before going to bed…

Imagine Miguel being your househusband though…

Imagine being that much as a boss ass babe your husband, who once used to have a much higher paying job, approaches you and suggests HE stays home to take care of the children and house.

Imagine how lovely he’d look, his tummy and pelvis pudgy, face slightly hairy from forgetting to shave the past couple of days.

Imagine him making you a drink after a long day working. Him wearing an apron splattered with kids snail trails, yesterday’s dinner ingredients, paint and crayola markers.

So, so tired from taking care of yours and his babies, but always happy to greet you and help you out of your heels and tell you when dinners gonna be ready.

Watching him tuck the babies in, reading them stories and doing silly voices to make them giggle.

He’d groan like a bear just waking up from hibernation when he’s finally crawling into bed. Sure he’s exhausted, but he’s got enough energy to scoop you up by your waist and pull you to his side to fall asleep curled up against you.

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From Eden || HJY

Synopsis: You ask your favourite angel, Hyunjin about love. And he has a lot to say on a chilly night.

Pairings: Angel!Hyunjin × demon!fem!reader

Warnings: fluff, biblical themes, Heaven and Hell, ik angels don't technically have genders but I made reader a bit feminine, teensy bit of angst, mention of Han because I love him, VERY poetic, me yapping about love

A/N: whatsup my popsicles your girl's back from her hibernation with Hyunjin because God damn this man has been bias wrecking me so much. Also this is based on Good Omens, so I hope anyone who watched the show notices the details I put in. As always, enjoy!

Song Recs: From Eden by Hozier, My love Mine all Mine by Mitski

I am yours,

The way the sea belongs to the moon,

And the way the moon belongs to the sky.

The cicadas were chirping. It was a beautiful, wintry night.

An angel and a demon lay on a tiny mound in a park.

“Do you ever think about going back up there?”

Your question stuck to Hyunjin’s mind like pollen to a bee. His magnificently outstretched left wing was practically numb now, from bearing your weight on it for so long. But Hyunjin didn't complain.

 After all, he wouldn't have let you lay on wet grass on a frosty November night if his life depended on it; even if he knew that you—as a demon—couldn’t technically feel anything. But as much as you’d tried to convince him of that factual piece of information, he’d rather throw his halo into a river than believe that you had no emotion hiding in you. Hyunjin was a stubborn angel.

Your stubborn angel.

“Not really.” Hyunjin said in a tone almost as soft as his feathers, “Why do you ask?” He pressed a light kiss to the side of your forehead before you could answer, as if wanting to distract you from the topic at hand. You’d understand why. He disliked the idea of talking about it.

“Just….” You trailed off with your sentence, not knowing what reason to give him. Why did you ask him that? 

Hyunjin hummed softly, shifting his legs so that yours could be more comfy. You didn't have the heart to tell him you were just fine in your previous position. In fact you didn't have a heart at all!

That was the common human perception of demons, Hell, Lucifer and all that jazz. But you knew that your boss, Lucifer, was only scary when his new assistant didn't get some paperwork done for souls to enter that paradise that was Hell. 

“Do you remember the first time we met on Earth?” Hyunjin suddenly asked you, his eyes still gazing up at the painting of the starry sky hanging above you.

“Of course I do.” You laughed gingerly. You vividly remembered the first time you had met Hyunjin.

Five Years Ago

 Contrary to popular belief, demons or—as you liked to call yourself—fallen angels, actually didn't like wrecking stuff and destroying everything in their path. You just had to trip people on the sidewalk every now and then and occasionally make a deal with a naive human who stumbles across a cross-road. Most of the time, you were stuck doing paperwork.

So there you were, on a fine November’s evening, strutting down a nice little street in your very cliche all-black outfit, when you abruptly stopped in your tracks in front of an art supply store. It wasn't the Studio Ghibli-esqueness of the shop that made you stop or the fact that the most beautiful paintings of flowers lined the big windows. 

It was the familiar celestial energy that was practically leaking out from the shop.

The energy only got ‘louder’ as you entered the shop, having lost the battle to your curiosity. You knew this feeling well enough to figure out that there was an angel or perhaps even God themselves hiding in this store. Turning into a corner, which was lined with shelves of paints of all sorts, you stopped in your tracks, when you lay eyes on the only other living being in the shop.

It was a tall, long-haired man, wearing a black worker’s apron over a white shirt and beige pants and restocking some empty shelves. Perhaps the most beautiful man you had ever laid your eyes on. But you knew better than to strike up a conversation with him.

He was no ordinary man, from the looks of the golden halo floating above him, something only you could see very faintly. 

Angels and Demons who get stationed on Earth are warned very strictly not to interact with each other. Not even so much as a glance if they accidentally reach for the last cupcake at a bakery. Hell and Heaven's monitoring systems were the best in the universe. But perhaps they were lying about that.

Because no sudden flash of death-inducing lightning struck you or the angel when he turned his eyes to you in the store and said with a sweet smile, “I can see you staring, you know.”

To say it in simple words, you were practically awestruck when you saw him face-front. It was a face which was….eerily familiar. Beautifully familiar. Like a face from a memory you had chosen to rewrite. His beautiful hair fell perfectly onto his face, framing it in such a way that all his features stood out. With eyes that stood proud yet gentle, like a stream by a forest, and lips that looked as if they could heal anything with a single kiss, one could say that he looked angelic.

“What are you looking to buy today?” He asked you as if you two were nothing more than mere humans, “The oil paints perhaps?”

“No…” You said with uncertainty, “I’m sorry I barged in, I just…” You paused, studying his features even more, why was he so familiar? “I thought I saw someone I knew.”

He smiled again, his eyes forming half-moons at you. “Don’t worry, the shop has a spell around it.” Then as if to certify his point, he said in a childish whisper, “Neither Hell nor Heaven will find us here.”

“Oh.” You said simply, not knowing what else to say. You slipped your hands into the pockets of your coat and considered him for a while. Then you slowly walked towards him, feeling warmer and warmer as you did. 

“Y/N.” You extended your hand, “Former angel of creation, collector of souls and occasional deal maker.” This was perhaps the boldest act you’d ever performed ever since you fell into Hell, “Oh and I like plants.”

“Hyunjin.” He took your hand in his and shook it formally, “I own this shop.” His gaze was locked on yours, never once wavering, “I’m an angel of Heaven.” He finished the sentence with such gusto that you were sure wind was blowing inside the store.

“Yeah I got that figured.” You said curtly, “I just wanted to ask—” You took a deep breath before speaking, “Have we ever…met before? I mean you just seem so familiar for some reason.” You let out a forced laugh, “I’m sorry if we haven't. It's just that I don't remember anything that happened before—” You stopped briefly, you hadn't talked about it much, “before my fall.” 

You noticed the way Hyunjin’s face dropped for only a second or two before he went back to his calm gaze. “No worries.” He said cheerily, “I don’t have a really good memory either so we can just start over from now.” 

As an angel of Heaven, a loyal servant of God and Humanity, Hyunjin hated lying. His honesty proved to be as useful as it was dangerous. For example, Hyunjin had gained one of his best friends, Jisung, when he kindly albeit bluntly stated that beige would be a horrible colour for Jisung to paint on a rock album’s cover. After a few hours of debating, in which many noise complaints were involved, Hyunjin had gained a human friend for the first time. He knew Jisung wouldn't live for as long as he would, but it didn't matter. Hyunjin loved the company.

Of the three lies he had spelled in his entire life, this was one of them. You were the second angel he had lied to. Well, fallen angel.

He, in fact, had a terrific memory. And he distinctly remembered the time he first set his eyes on you 

After a few days of the Universe’s creation, he had been ordered by Gabriel to bring you forth. They alleged that you had been far too creative in your matters of creation–and too curious as well. God didn't create curiosity for the angels.

After a few hours of drifting through the vast caves of the newborn Universe, Hyunjin spotted an angel of high ranking standing stagnant before what appeared to be a large canvas of infinite, colourful, space. 

Your wings were spread high and mighty, beautiful feathers of gold and silver silhouetting an excited figure. You were rushing your fingers about in orchestral movements. Every flick of your finger brought forth a string of rainbow colours that burst forth into one or the other star in front of you.

Angels were not meant to have feelings. It was something that only the lowest of 

organisms—humans—had. Atleast, that was what Hyunjin was taught.

But something inside him stirred when he set his eyes on you.

(Was it hatred? You’d broken the Rule of Heaven with your curiosity. Hyunjin loved rules.)

 Your sparkling eyes, filled with far more stars than any galaxy that surrounded him, captivated him. You looked like one of those things that the humans did, what was it called? Perhaps it was called a painting, but Hyunjin's memory disappointed him for the first time. He took a deep breath and flew towards you, his mind frantically racing as to how he’d tell you that you had apparently failed God.

“Ahem.” He had said, trying not to seem too overenthusiastic, “Excuse me?” 

Hyunjin couldn't find a word to describe your appearance when you turned towards him. He described the moment to you eons later—in a heated argument of betrayal and trust that shook the very Earth itself—as the most beautiful thing he had seen since his birth.

“Oh hello there!” You had responded, not waiting for the angel’s response as you beckoned him to come and stand by your side, “Come look! This is always my favourite part.”

‘Favourite part’ evidently meant the stream of colours that had just erupted in front of you both, some rushing off rapidly in different directions, while some lay still joining together to form a nebula. Hyunjin had seen the creation of nebulae before, but this one was exceptionally magnificent to look at.

“That's…amazing.” Hyunjin breathed out, his eyes widening by the minute as he stared at the dance performance in front of him. You stood with a smug smile on your face.

“I’m quite proud of it actually.” You grinned at him, “I love making nebulae the most. Don't get me wrong though, I still like galaxies!” You threw him a wink, to which he sheepishly smiled

“I don’t see the point in nebulae much though.” He mumbled, trying to make conversation, “I mean, a poor star has to die in order to make such a divine formation.” He motioned towards the theatre of colours in front of you, “It seems odd doesn't it? For death to be so beautiful a thing?”

“I dont think it's odd.” You said, tilting your head, your gaze fixed on his, “I think it's a lovely thing. That the star, which was so beautiful in its first life—” You turned your head back towards the nebula and smiled wide, “—is allowed to be so beautiful in its second one as well.” You grinned with all your teeth this time, “Makes me wonder about all those humans down there on Earth. I think they’re rather lucky to have a life which is short, don't you think? They get to appreciate love better.”

“Appreciate it?” Hyunjin asked, feeling a creeping emotion cling to his wings. Did curiosity always feel this amazing?

“Of course! Loving is practically what anyone would—and should—live for!” You said in the same cheery tone, “Love wasn't made to be locked up in some cage and fed a beggar’s meal all day like Heaven thinks! Absolutely not!” Your eyes shone with determination, “Love was created to be talked about. Asked about. It was made to be yearned for, cried after and laughed about. Love, I think, took God the longest time to make. It would be hard, wouldn't it?” Your eyes softened, “To make something that is to be given so tenderly and felt so violently.” 

Hyunjin drew in a sharp breath at your words. He didn't comprehend the concept of love that well, having only been taught that it is a dangerous thing. Now he mused on what danger might feel like.

“Personally I think we angels should be allowed to live a mortal life at least once in this infinitely dreary life-span of ours. I do love the idea of love so much and maybe we’ll learn to appreciate warmth once in a while. Heaven does get so cold.” You laughed.

“So it’d be like some sort of mission?” Hyunjin asked, cocking his head to the side. You stared off into the distance for a while before answering, your eyes wider than ever before.

“Oh I have such a brilliant idea!” You said, radiant joy lacing every word you said, “Why haven't I ever thought about it ever before?”  You noticed the dark-haired angel staring at you in confusion before you started to explain, “Why don’t we suggest to Gabriel and everyone else to have a few angels be posted down on Earth?” You looked around you frantically, before your far-seeing eyes landed on a tiny blue dot floating about its own space, “So we can keep an even better check on them.” You smiled widely, before looking at Hyunjin and making an excited sound, “I should go right now if I want to catch Gabriel at a good time.”

Your wings seemed to have understood your excitement, as they fluttered rapidly, at the prospect of going down to the planet you and a few others had designed so carefully. A planet that was neither too hot nor too cold. A planet filled with your favourite creations of God. A planet that was just right. 

“Oh I never asked.” You snapped your gaze to him, “What is your name?”

Right. He never told you his name. What an idiot you are Hyunjin, he scolded himself, getting distracted by pretty angels.

“Hyunjin.” He said, bowing his head, “My name is Hyunjin.” 

“I’m Y/N.” You said, bowing your head back, your lucent halo shining so brightly in Hyujin’s face. He already knew your name. He had to bring you to Gabriel in chains.

“Well I’m off to Gabriel’s.” You said, “Thanks for the idea, Hyunjin!” 

Hyunjin never thought his name could sound so harmonious. So melodic, full of stories. A captivating name.

He relished that moment endlessly, all the while trying to suppress the carnal hunger within him that wanted to speak to you again. To explain all his thoughts and ask every question residing in his non-existent heart. He had that feeling that you’d know the answer to each of them. But he wouldn't have the opportunity to do that for a very long time.

A couple thousand years to be precise. 

In a paint store. 

Out in the middle of nowhere and yet in the middle of everything. 

Time always seemed faster to you after you became a demon. The same old routine—though it tired you out—seemed to continuously keep you on your toes. You couldn't remember the last time you looked up at the stars. For some reason unknown to you, you had always felt a special sort of connection to them, as if they were your own creation. You could always retrace your footsteps at night, feeling the warm splutters of light being shaped like soft clay in your hands. And then you’d forget it all by the morning.

It was only a dream, you’d surmise, demons don’t get dreams though.

But the dream you had that day was one you’d never dare to forget. 

The dream in which you stumbled upon a faintly familiar (absolutely gorgeous) angel, brought a few weird looking paints called gouache, realised you knew nothing about painting, and took up the angel’s offer to teach you.

The dream in which your colorless penthouse apartment held a little more colour when Hyunjin stepped into it, with a canvas and an easel and another home-stitched apron made just for you. A white one with tiny black cats on it. He always despised the fact that angels couldn't also turn into any animal they wanted. He wanted to be a snow-coat ferret. 

And the dream in which a sin was committed, a sin greater than when Eve sunk her teeth into God’s most precious jewel.

It didn't matter though. You weren't struck by Heaven’s lightning.

Just sweetly kissed on your forehead by Hyunjin as you both lay in bed, silently wrapped in each other’s arms tightly, afraid the other would float away if you let go.

“I think I want to love you.” Hyunjin said, "I think I really want to love you."

Love was for humans, not angels and demons.

"I think I do too." You said, breathing in his scent. It was the same old crisp smell of paint and a bit of something else. Rain maybe? Or was it pine? There were some traces of old paper as well but you thought—

"I love you, Y/N." Hyunjin exhaled shakily, "I love you so much." 

Love was not meant for demons.

"I love you so much too, Hyunjin."

Present

"How could I ever forget the time we met?" You chuckled, cuddling closer to Hyunjin. His warmth made you want to sleep so bad, but you persisted. Anything to complete a conversation with your favourite angel.

"I think that was the day I made up my mind to never leave Earth." Hyunjin said slowly, tentatively almost, “That was the day I found something—” He smiled, and closed his eyes, taking a breath in before continuing, “—that made me want to love again.”

“It's funny.” You chuckled, admiring a distant red star in the sky, “People would usually end that sentence with ‘live again’.” You sighed, the red star glistened again, “But we’re not people are we?” You nuzzled your nose into the crook of his neck.

Hyunjin’s arm beneath your neck slightly shifted, causing you to press your nose into his chest instead. Angels smell like rain, you thought. His breathing slowed down and you could hear the cogs in his brain turning. My angel smells like paint.

“Would you like to be human?” Hyunjin asked hesitantly. The constellation of Cassiopeia was particularly bright tonight, with her five stars reminding everyone of the downfall due to vanity. You shifted again, not saying anything. The same silence remained hanging in the air for a few minutes, with the two of you just taking in each other’s mellowness. And then you spoke.

“What do you think about love, Hyunjin?” You asked him, for perhaps the fifteenth time in five years. Every time he had been confronted with that question, he’d either never answer it or find a way to flirt with you. But he couldn't escape now, you thought. He was trapped in between your arms and your attack of a thousand tickling kisses was notorious for its ability to—

“Love…..” He started, “is practically what anyone would—and should—live for.” You tilted your head curiously up at him and he began to narrate.

“Somebody once told me that, you know?” He laughed, “Back in heaven. She loved the idea of love so much, she gave me an entire speech about it.” He cleared his throat dramatically.

“Love wasn't made to be locked up in some cage or thrown onto the streets.” His eyes seemed to gleam, “Love was created to be talked about. Asked about. It was made to be yearned for, cried after and laughed about. Love  took God the longest time to make.” It would be hard, wouldn't it?” His eyes softened down at you, as he pressed the umpteenth kiss of the night to your skin, “To make something that is to be given so tenderly and felt so violently.” 

 Those words…..why were they so familiar?

“But I think I disagree.” Hyunjin said again, saving you from the task of replying, “As much as I liked that idea back then, I think I find it a bit incorrect now that I know more about love.”

“It's not like you to disagree on most things.” You smiled to yourself. Though Hyunjin did like giving his own opinions very honestly, he didn't like to disagree or argue over other people’s choices. Unless it was his mortal friend Jisung of course. Hyunjin chuckled and raised his hand up to touch the sky. You followed his outstretched finger to where it was pointing and your gaze stopped on something. 

A nebula.

Though you were a demon, you were still technically a celestial being. So your vision stretched about as far as the Aries constellation’s multitude of galaxies. And maybe even farther. You didn't know though. You were far too lazy to waste your energy on peering at the sky. 

“You know that angel who told me about love?” Hyunjin dropped his hand back down onto the soft grass, “She was creating a nebula when she said that.” 

Hyunjin shifted to lay on his side, his wing beneath you stretching to adjust to the new position. He fluttered his eyes from your eyes to your lips, admiring all of your features in the process. You felt warmth cloud your cheeks and ears. He always did that to fluster you, and it was a battle you could never win. 

Reaching out a hand, he cupped your cheek in his palm. You melted into his touch and closed your eyes, relishing the moment like a touch starved human.

If this was what being human felt like, then you wanted to be human. 

“I think love is like a nebula.” Hyunjin said in a crooning voice, “Nebulas are created by the death of a star right?” He started to explain, amused at your confused expression, “When the star dies, those wisps of starstuff come together again to form something so beautiful, something which can support another galaxy, something that is as pretty as that late star.” He closed his eyes for a moment and opened them again, you could clearly see the mole beneath his eye, “That's what love is, I think.” 

You shifted in your place onto your side, and took him in—his words and his beauty. By God were both of them absolutely gorgeous. 

“Love is eternal.” Hyunjin’s voice was an early morning mist, “Love is something that can never truly die out, no matter what. It's those little things that we do without realizing it was the habit of someone in our past. It's the fact that we are all just made up of starstuff and little bits of someone else’s soul. In a way we are also nebulas, don't you think?” He brushed a strand of hair back behind your ear, his hands were still warm in the cold night’s air, “I think love is a mystery which shouldn't be solved. Just embraced.” You blinked, feeling the mellowness of him and for a moment, you thought it was a dream.“I don't think love should be felt violently. Just….warmly.”

His solid form pressed into you, the familiar rise and fall of his breath. Your fingers resting gently on his chest, and the sense of closeness sent a rush of feelings that almost hurt. Your mind spun as you tried to recall your memories as an angel. Were you the one who had told him about love?

Hyunjin looked at you, at the faint crease between your brows as if he were afraid to lose you again. His chest tightened, and for a moment, he allowed himself to think for a moment—just a moment—that an angel and a demon could defy the rules set by the one who created them. If God didn’t want love to exist between Hell and Heaven’s soldiers, then damn Them, Hyunjin thought.

“If love is a nebula…” You softly hummed, eyes flickering to his lips every now and then, “...that means it's always changing right?” Hyunjin nodded, taking note of the teasing expression on your face and taking his eyes down to the grass instead, “Then I think I want love to be us.”

In that second heartbeat of silence, Hyunjin looked up, his eyes blazing with passion, and before either of you could think, you pulled him by the neckline of his hoodie, your lips crashing onto his with a desperate intensity that left no room for doubt.   

Your breaths mingled, Hyunjin could see the flicker of longing in your gaze, the vulnerability you’d always tried to hide. With a hum, he closed the distance between your bodies, capturing your lips again with a tenderness that held nothing but love, both of you melting into the intensity of the moment. 

“Love is us.” You said, after pulling away from the brief moment of passion, “I think love is nothing but us.”

“An angel and a demon?” Hyunjin asked, his lips faintly pinkish and his cheeks even more so.

You shook your head, “A star and another star.”

Hyunjin laughed heartily and nodded, “A star and another star it is then.” He pressed his lips to your forehead, “Love is us.”

The cicadas were chirping. It was a beautiful, wintry night.

Two stars lay on a tiny mound in a park.

And even if the jealous stars

Break and shatter upon the milky way,

I will still see Heaven in your eyes.

[lexirosewrites]

Still fixating on Omega biological traits that evolved to be ‘useful’ in the past, then cause troubles in the present. Following my hibernating Omegas strangeness, here’s another…

So, to defend themselves against extreme stress, Omegas grew prone to PTSD amnesia. For example, forgetting that terrible night they lost their Alphas or packs (not the story I’m telling here—happy endings only!) so they can keep it together to protect pups etc. Some Omegas might even forget the details surrounding a broken mating-bond to subconsciously ease rejection sickness. But… nature is a bitch. Sometimes you remember stuff you wanna forget. Sometimes you lose stuff you wanna hold on to.

Had a few (happy ending) fic scenarios with bonus snuggles, including…

O!Steve is putting out the trash, and ends up crouched behind the dumpster witnessing a crimelord (A!Jason Carver?) going apeshit and murdering a rival. He’s pretty shaken but manages to give a detailed and damning description to the police… and becomes the key witness in a huge court battle to bring down Carver’s empire.

Cue witness protection. Cop A!Eddie is not exactly thrilled to be ‘babysitting’ Steve, rather than on some edgy undercover narcs gig. Steve’s not exactly happy to be dragged away from his life and friends. Steve’s bitchy, Eddie’s cranky. Attraction sizzles anyhow, tho’ Eddie is mega pissed when he realizes his key witness isn’t taking his ‘mind’ meds (like heats, scents etc there’s drugs that can help with Omega memory loss.) It’s hard enough putting an Omega in the witness stand. If Steve gets too stressed and can’t back up his statement under pressure, the case is a bust and Carver walks.

And the stress is ratcheting up. Carver nearly snatches Steve, and Eddie realizes there’s a corrupt cop on the inside (beta!Tommy?) leaking their locations. He and Steve go off radar (enraging Eddie’s boss, A!Hopper, who at this stage thinks Eddie might be the mole/leak.)

Alpha-Omega snuggles are inevitable, to keep Steve calm for ‘case-related’ reasons. Also because—whoops!—so many motel rooms have only a single bed. Still, it’s tense and scary, and Steve agrees to take his meds before his key memories disappear. They give him headaches and nausea, which is why he avoided them. Learning why Steve tried to keep it together without, Eddie feels beyond guilty.

They ditch the drugs and ‘up their game’ on the snuggles, ensuring Steve’s inner Omega feels safe enough to hold on. They cuddle their way through a variety of hideouts and near-miss attempts on their lives, all the way to the court date.

Steve survives a gruelling interrogation from Carver’s defence attorney. The case might still have crashed and burned, if they’d known Eddie had already mated Steve. Eddie was subtle. The claim-mark is on Steve’s inner thigh. Eddie gleefully gives him another on that pretty throat just as soon as all the baddies, including Tommy, are safe behind bars.

Steve cherishes all his memories with Eddie. Tho’, as they make more and more happy memories raising their family, he willingly lets the scarier memories fade.

💖

this is so sweet though!!!🥺🤧

[littleannoyingbluebird]

Nine sols fanfic idea: When Yi wakes up in peach blossom village he has amnesia from getting ran over by a truck (Eigong). He has vague memories of everyone in the council bouncing around in his brain like a DVD logo.

He still stays mostly with Shuanshuan but since he's less cautious of being seen he interacts more with other humans. But he's still Yi, so he realizes something fishy is going on with the "gods"

So once his body recovers he starts investigating his surroundings, he and Shennong become friends faster and start investigating and making theories and, of course, getting black-out drunk when Shuanshuan isn't around to see it.

When the ceremony happens two years later Yi was already extremely sus of the whole "going to live with the gods" thing, so hes extremely nervous while watching it. He's a cat so he has really good hearing, and now he knows the sound of a human getting their head separated from their body. He rescues Shuanshuan and he and Shennong are arguing over what to do after Yi explodes the harvester when Abacus manages to contact Yi.

Heng is the only person he remembers the name of, and he's able to guess that she's his sister (it just feels right). He gets flashes of memories similar to what you get in the game, but while in canon Yi definitely knew she was dead and was desperately avoiding having to think about it here Yi still thinks she's alive and once he learns about solarians and Penglai he assumes she's in hibernation. When the gang gets settled into the pavilion instead of going after revenge Yi's exploration of New Kunlun starts because he's looking for Heng.

Abacus definitely knows she's dead but this Yi is less closed off and more emotional since he literally forgot most of his canon issues, so Abacus is afraid of what the grief of losing Heng will do to him. He managed to convince Kuafu to keep quiet too but eventually they'll have to tell him.

Yi still fights all the bosses but much slower since he spends more time with Shuanshuan and Shennong (and later Kuafu and Goumang) in the pavilion. Kuafu is very worried about the amnesia business, but can still recognize his friend and jokes that hes much nicer now (and kinda misses the rough edges of canon Yi).

Since he's not after the Sol seals the bosses are the ones to go after and confront Yi when he starts making a mess in their area in his search for Heng. After his fight with Goumang he has no idea what to do so he calls Kuafu, who tells him to bring her to the pavilion. Goumang is of course pissed but despite yelling at Yi to kill her she definitely doesn't want to die, so she reluctantly stays in the pavilion as their "prisoner". Kuafu makes her a new pair of prosthetics and Shuanshuan slowly manages to befriend her. She thinks the thing with Yi is extremely weird but eventually gets used to it, they have a frenemies relationship with lots of banter.

Ji pops up more often because he thinks this whole situation is interesting. Yi thinks he's weird and definitely up to something and low-key wants to make a conspiracy board to try and figure out what Ji's deal is.

Jiequan has to chase Yi down since Yi won't come to him even with taunting so his boss fights happens later, he thinks the whole amnesia thing is hilarious. When Yi is captured he manages to ask Abacus for help before the signal cuts out, so halfway through his escape Shennong shows up and hes the one to bring him back. Yi actually spends some time recovering instead of rushing back into the fight, and the attack on peach blossom happens. Instead of Yi Shennong and a reluctant Goumang go rescue the villagers so those two can bond. Later when Yi fights Jiequan again Goumang goes with him and they fight 2v1, it's cheating but Jiequan likes it cuz it's dirty, Yi doesn't have issues with accepting help and Goumang is worried sick about her friend but will never admit it.

No idea how the rest of the game would go in this AU

[scary-grace]

Opposites Attract (Chapter 8) - a Shigaraki x f!Reader fic

Your quirk lets you capture almost anyone with ease, and you can't believe you let Shigaraki Tomura escape. Shigaraki can't believe it, either, and according to the League, there's only one possible explanation -- you let him go because you've fallen in love with him. He decides to find out if it's true. You decide you won't fail to capture him again. You both get a lot more than you bargained for. (cross-posted to Ao3)

Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7

Chapter 8

Shigaraki feels like shit.

He’s barely slept, barely eaten, and he’s had the same headache for more than a month. Which not coincidentally is exactly how long it’s been since he slept for more than two hours or eaten anything approaching a decent meal. His body’s merged into one giant bruise. He’s fallen asleep standing up more than once, and only been saved from Gigantomachia by one of Twice’s doubles of him running interference or one of his friends intervening at the last second. It’s been more than a month of Shigaraki trying to force Gigantomachia to recognize him as Sensei’s heir, and whatever progress he’s made is so small that he’s barely noticed it.

All of that is more than bad enough. Except that in addition to all that, he hasn’t seen you since this started. And he didn’t have a chance to tell you what was happening before he left.

Shigaraki would have told you, but he didn’t think he’d be leaving for this long. He thought he’d retrieve the weapon Sensei left for him and be right back to convince you to join the League of Villains before he used the weapon to crush hero society down to its foundations. And instead he’s been caught in a meat grinder, never more than three hours away from a painful death, with no way to contact you and no way to let you know that he hasn’t just fucked off. You’re probably confused. You’re definitely pissed. When he gets out of this, assuming he gets out of this, you’re definitely going to break up with him. You’ll probably arrest him first, too.

It fucking sucks. All of it. Letting the doctor cut him down in front of everybody, getting goaded into fighting a battle he can’t possibly win, getting the shit kicked out of him and watching clones of himself and his friends get pulverized and never sleeping or eating and thinking all kinds of stupid, stupid thoughts. Thoughts he shouldn’t have about what the world will be like when he wins, after he wins, when Shigaraki’s never been further away from winning since he went to war against the heroes. Shigaraki can’t win. He’s going to die, and if he doesn’t die, he’ll get killed, and at this point he wouldn’t mind. He’s kicked around the idea a few times of just oversleeping the rest period and hoping Gigantomachia flattens him before he wakes up.

But even that’s not possible, because Shigaraki’s fucking circadian rhythm is now tuned to the exact length of the giant’s hibernation period. He wakes up after two hours and thirty-seven minutes, like fucking clockwork, and then he runs for his life.

Shigaraki’s eyes open, and he lurches to his feet – directly into Compress, who looks way too calm for the fact that Gigantomachia’s about to hit the campsite like a nuclear strike from orbit. The campsite’s not even close to broken down yet. They still have a fire going. Twice is still asleep. “What the hell is this? We need to go.”

“There’s a little time,” Compress says. “Why don’t you have something to eat?”

Maybe this is a nightmare. “Are you out of your mind? He’s coming. Do you really want to be having a snack when he gets here?”

“We have a little time,” Compress says again. Maybe Shigaraki woke up in an alternate reality where everything’s the same except his friends are really stupid. “You really should eat.”

Twice sits up, stretches, yawns. Fucking yawns. “Yeah, boss, it’s all good! We’ve got time for –”

“No, we don’t!” Shigaraki’s temper explodes on him. He snatches a rock off the ground to throw at nothing, but it Decays in his hand before he can draw his arm back. “We don’t have time. If you people want to stay here and get flattened, you can, but I’m –”

“We’ve got time,” Compress says for the fourth time. “They’ll call us when he’s on his way.”

“Like they always do!” Twice says. He frowns. “I guess you’re usually asleep for that part.”

Shigaraki coughs. “Who?”

“Toga and Spinner. When the restraints break, they’ll let us know. Even then, we’ll have a head start.” Compress holds out a wrapped sandwich and a water bottle. “Eat this.”

Shigaraki takes the sandwich. Most of the food they’ve been eating is convenience-store issue, but this isn’t. It looks too nice, and there’s no price sticker on it. “Where did you get this?”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“Where?”

“Let’s just call them,” Twice decides. “It was their idea. They can explain!”

Whichever of them he calls picks up right away, and switches to a video call almost immediately. “Tomura-kun,” Toga sings out, “don’t worry! We’ve got him!”

Spinner appears in the frame. “You’ve got another ten minutes at least.”

“Ten minutes.” Shigaraki’s not wearing a watch. How much time has actually passed since Gigantomachia went into hibernation? “What’s going on?”

“We’re at almost three hours,” Compress says. Shigaraki stares at him. “For the last few cycles, you’ve had an average of twenty extra minutes.”

“How?”

“We’ll show you,” Spinner says. He flips the camera view, and Shigaraki catches a glimpse of something vanishing out of the frame. “Oh, come on. Hold still.”

There’s an indistinct voice. It’s sort of familiar, or maybe the twenty extra minutes of sleep Shigaraki supposedly got wasn’t enough. Spinner is rolling his eyes. “Last time you were peeling an orange while you did it. Don’t tell me this is too much of a distraction. Hold still.”

The camera pans, and this time, Shigaraki gets a really good look at the person who’s holding Gigantomachia down. He says your name out loud, stunned, and you glance at the camera. Your face is flushed. “Hi,” you say awkwardly.

Shigaraki can’t do anything but stare. You’re dressed in civilian clothes, not your hero costume, and you look good. It’s clear on the video that you’ve broken a sweat, but it doesn’t look like it’s killing you to restrain Gigantomachia. Not even close. Shigaraki needs to say something, but his mouth’s gone completely dry. He Decays the cap off the water bottle Compress is still trying to hand him and chugs half of it. Twice snickers. “Thirsty, huh?”

Shigaraki ignores him. Not hard to do, when you’re right there on the screen. “What are you doing here?”

“Your friends came to find me.” You’re breathing hard. “They were worried about you and they thought I could help.”

“And we were right!” Toga appears in the frame, blocking Shigaraki’s view of you. “At first she could only hold him for a few minutes but now she can do like half an hour – and she brought you a sandwich –”

You made this? Shigaraki unwraps it and starts eating in a hurry. “I brought one the last few times,” you say. “I guess Twice has been eating them.”

“It wasn’t me,” Twice protests, then changes his tune. “I did it and I’m not sorry! That was the best sandwich I’ve ever had!”

Shigaraki’s been eating it so fast that he hasn’t had a chance to taste it, and he’s one wrong move away from choking. He drinks the rest of the water bottle and orders himself to slow down. “Anyway, that’s it,” Spinner says. “I know you said not to tell her anything –”

“Forget it. Let me see her again.” Shigaraki resists the urge to bolt down the rest of the sandwich in the time it takes Spinner to shoo Toga out of the way. He has an important question for you. “Why are you here?”

“Why do you think?”

Shigaraki doesn’t really think these days. He’s been living on sleep deprivation and adrenaline rushes for the past month. “Pretend I’m stupid or something.”

You make an exasperated sound – that, or restraining Gigantomachia is starting to cost you. “I care about what happens to you. I don’t want you to get hurt. And I can help you – not do that – without helping you be a villain.”

“If you think I’m going to switch sides –”

“When have I ever done that?” You’re grimacing now. Shigaraki sees you clench your jaw. “Your friends came to get me because they were worried about you. When they told me what was happening, I was worried, too. So I came to help you, because –”

“Because she loves you!” Toga chimes in. Shigaraki’s face heats up, and it must be visible from space or something, because Twice starts laughing at him and Toga points it out. “You’re blushing, Tomura-kun! That’s so sweet! It – oops –”

She turns and dives out of the frame. You’ve vanished, too. The camera view switches back around to Spinner. “We’re about to lose him. You’ve got five minutes.”

You shout something from offscreen. “She says to eat your sandwich,” Spinner translates. More yelling. “And she wants you to be safe and not die.”

Shigaraki’s heard that from you before. It was one of the first things you ever said to him, and it was the thing that let him know how you felt about him. It’s kind of how you told him you love him. Which means he gets to say it back. “Tell her I love her, too.”

“Yeah,” Spinner says, looking more than a little confused. Then he glances off-screen. “Oh, shit –”

The call drops, and Compress takes the phone away from Twice. “Four minutes now,” he reports. “Finish that.”

Shigaraki tears into the sandwich with more appetite than he’s tackled anything in a while. Food you make for him is way better than stuff that comes out of a plastic package, so much better that he almost can’t blame Twice for stealing the last few sandwiches. It’s not just the food, though. It’s ridiculous how much better he feels knowing that you know what’s going on – and not just that you know, that you’re helping. The League knows about you. They like you, and you must like them, or you’d have arrested them by now. Shigaraki’s luck is never this good. Maybe Gigantomachia flattened him in his sleep after all, and this is just the afterlife.

It isn’t. If it was the afterlife, Shigaraki wouldn’t be so sore. Shigaraki finishes the last bites of the sandwich and Decays the plastic wrap it came in, along with the empty water bottle. The ground is shaking beneath his feet, signaling the giant’s approach, and Shigaraki squares up. This still doesn’t feel anywhere close to doable, but it feels a little less hopeless than before.

Shigaraki stares down at Deika City. It doesn’t look big enough to hold a hundred thousand washed-up quirk supremacists, but who knows. From this angle on the hillside, he can see the general grid of the streets, along with the tower in the center, which is probably where the asshole who runs this place is hiding out. He won’t face the League directly. He’ll send all hundred thousand of his minions right at them, then step in once they’ve been pulverized and claim it was his victory from the start.

Fuck him. Shigaraki can do that, too. He’ll see how smug the Liberation Army’s leader is when he’s got Gigantomachia’s foot on his neck.

Spinner sidles up alongside Shigaraki, tucking his phone away. “I let Skynet know,” he says. “Not what’s happening. Just that we don’t need her to hold him back this time.”

“Thanks.” Shigaraki still doesn’t have a phone. Toga offered to get one for him, but he felt like it was probably a bad idea. If he had a phone, he’d burn his downtime texting you instead of sleeping. “What did she say?”

Spinner shrugs. “She doesn’t usually answer texts.”

“Just make it up to her once we win, Tomura-kun,” Toga says. She doesn’t sound quite as insane as usual, and she’s glaring down at the city like she wants to stab it to death. “I don’t like how they talked to us. And I don’t like that they’re hurting Giran. We can destroy what we don’t like, right?”

“Right,” Shigaraki says. A phone chimes from behind him, three or four times in a row, and it gives him an instant headache. He twists around to glare at Dabi. “Is this new ally of yours really that clingy?”

“No, but your girlfriend is.” Dabi rolls his eyes. “What are we waiting for?”

“We’re stalling.” Shigaraki needs to wait as long as possible before engaging the Liberation Army, to increase the chances that any of them will still be alive when Gigantomachia gets here. “If they want us so bad, they can come and get us.”

They do want the League of Villains so bad, and they do send someone to get them – some C-list hero with the dumbest name Shigaraki’s ever heard shows up to lead them into the town. So the Meta Liberation Army has heroes in its ranks, too. Shigaraki doesn’t know much about them except their basic ideology, which somehow manages to be worse for the people hero society ignores than hero society already is. And they’re not that different from the heroes, anyway. All they’re doing is being honest about the fact that all they care about is power.

If all that matters to them is power, they’re really going to love Gigantomachia. Shigaraki rubs his eyes, swallows a yawn that feels like it’s going to split his jaw in half, and gets his head in the game.

Even with his head in the game, even with the extra minutes of sleep you’ve been getting for him by restraining Gigantomachia, Shigaraki’s still too slow on the uptake. The League gets separated almost instantly. Toga’s picked off with some explosion that tosses her halfway down the street, and before the rest of them can get to her, a bunch of Liberation mooks get in the way, choking off not just the path to Toga but blocking the way to Compress and Dabi along with every possible escape route.

In a split second their ability to fight as a unit is completely wrecked, and worse, the groups they’ve been broken up into are the worst possible groups as far as strategy goes. Spinner and Shigaraki are both close-range fighters. Compress isn’t equipped to back up Dabi. Twice counts on the other members of the League to ground him in stressful situations – and he counts on Toga more than the rest of them. The Meta Liberation Army couldn’t have fucked the League over more perfectly if they’d been trying.

Maybe they were trying. Who knows how long they were watching Shigaraki and the others for, if they knew how to corner them like this? There’s nothing Shigaraki can do except try to strike back, to stay alive long enough for his actual counterpunch to show up. But as Shigaraki bolts through the streets of Deika City, Spinner a few steps behind him and a horde of Liberation minions on their heels, he feels the world itself beginning to fray at the edges.

Something’s happening to his body. Something’s happening to his quirk. Something’s happening to his mind – disjointed images flashing behind his eyes, shards of memory stabbing through his vision, pieces of whatever he was before he was this rising to the surface. There are probably worse times for it to happen, but not many of them. Shigaraki stumbles, dodges attacks, falls asleep standing up, kills a dozen people with a single swipe of his hand. Vomits in the middle of the street as his memory coughs up a flashback of doing the same thing, a long time ago, staring at the pile of hands he’s still wearing right now.

It’s all Shigaraki can do to keep throwing himself forward, aiming for the tower in the center of the city. That’s where the guy in charge will be, right? It’s too obvious, but the enemy obviously thinks Shigaraki and the others are a joke, not a threat. Of course they’d put their headquarters right where everyone can see.

The League of Villains isn’t a joke. They’ve never been a joke. The Meta Liberation Army learns that pretty fast when Twice’s quirk awakens and he starts doubling himself into infinity, even as he doubles multiple people at once. It’s a lift, enough of one that Shigaraki can send an advance guard to the tower, to do as much damage as possible before he shows up and brings it tumbling down. But then he’s in the same spot as he’s been for the last two months – facing an enemy that’s bigger than him, better rested than him, more experienced than him. And unlike Gigantomachia, this one likes to talk.

Really likes to talk. Him and Overhaul have been reading from the same old-school playbook, the same one All Might used when Shigaraki faced him for the first one, the same one Dr. Ujiko used to cut Shigaraki down to size. They want to know what Shigaraki wants, what he’s doing this for, what his plans are, what kind of world he’s going to build, like any of them care about the answer. Shigaraki wants this to stop. That’s his answer. He’ll do whatever he has to, so that the constant itch and weight and pain goes away.

But it’s not constant, is it? It’s constant when Shigaraki wears his family’s hands, but when he doesn’t – Shigaraki cuts the thought off and dodges a strike from Re-Destro, but he’s too slow by a mile. Re-Destro catches him, crushes his left hand, and somewhere in the agony, Shigaraki’s mind splits. Half of him is here, struggling to get free, struggling to survive, but the rest of him is somewhere else. Still itching, still in pain. Still fighting a battle he can’t win.

He remembers now. Who he was before Sensei found him. Shimura Tenko, quirkless, useless. Cried too much. Not worth saving. Not by his family. Not by anyone. And he killed them, didn’t he? In cold blood, with his quirk, on purpose. Re-Destro should ask Shigaraki again, so Shigaraki can tell him that all he’s ever wanted to do is destroy. Right from the moment his quirk awakened, the only thing he ever –

But there’s a hairline fracture somewhere in everything Shigaraki’s taken as absolute truth, and it’s you. People died when your quirk awakened, just like they died when Shigaraki’s quirk awakened. He asked you how many, and you told him three – but then you said it was just luck that you didn’t kill more. Two of them you hadn’t meant to kill, just like Tenko hadn’t meant to kill Mon, Hana, his grandparents, his mother – but you’d wanted one of them dead. The one who wanted to hurt you. Just like Tomura wanted to kill the person who was hurting him.

He wanted to kill the person who was hurting him, because all he wants is to destroy – but even as Shigaraki repeats Sensei’s words, your voice slips in through the cracks. Your voice, talking about intention and premeditation, things that matter, because it matters why something happened. It’s not something they’d have done if the other person hadn’t pushed them to their limit first. That was true for you. If it’s true for you, then why can’t it be true for him?

The question halts Shigaraki in his tracks, and the moment of inaction costs him everything. Re-Destro backhands him hard enough to send him flying, and Shigaraki slams against a telephone pole and falls hard to the ground. His vision is blurry and his family’s hands are gone, and Re-Destro’s taking his time strolling towards him to finish the job. He can afford to. It’s not like Shigaraki’s going anywhere any time soon. Shigaraki tries to push himself up, but his right arm’s numb from the shoulder down. He can’t feel his right hand, and his left hand is mangled. His allies are fighting their own hopeless battles, and his desire to destroy everything, the one thing he’s come to count on, is falling to pieces, like he’s closed his hands around it and activated his quirk.

Re-Destro is still out of striking range when a shadow falls over Shigaraki. Falls over him, then passes directly over him. He can’t see what it is, but Re-Destro can. He throws himself to one side, a split second before a semi-truck crashes down in the spot where he was standing.

Shigaraki looks blankly at it, wondering why somebody from the Meta Liberation Army would throw a truck at their leader. Throwing something that big, and throwing it high enough to cast a shadow, goes way beyond an ordinary strength-enhancing quirk. Nobody in the League has a quirk like that. Shigaraki’s next thought is Gigantomachia, but he’d have heard Gigantomachia coming, and Gigantomachia would have thrown the truck at him – and he wouldn’t have missed. If it’s not Gigantomachia, then who –

Re-Destro picks up the truck with an effort and hurls it back towards Shigaraki, only for it to stop in midair. Shigaraki hears metal creak and groan, hears the sound of glass shattering as the truck deforms. It crumples into a ball, then fires back at Re-Destro like it’s been shot from a cannon. Something about this should make sense to Shigaraki, but it doesn’t. Not until a familiar pair of boots cross into his field of vision.

Your boots. The person throwing things at Re-Destro is you. And based on the way the ground is beginning to vibrate, you’re really pissed off.

Shigaraki’s never seen you get mad before. You told him one time that you avoid it at all costs, because your emotions are too closely linked to your quirk, and you’re way too scared of losing control. But you’re mad right now as you stalk past Shigaraki, then step in front of him. When you speak, your voice is pitched to carry. “That’s enough.”

Shigaraki can’t see Re-Destro – you’re in the way – but he can hear the shock in his voice. “The hero who stopped the train. Skynet.”

“Wow, got it in one,” you say sarcastically. Shigaraki must have hit his head or maybe died, because there’s no way you’re really here. No way you’d show up to fight some civilian revolutionary when you haven’t even wanted to help fight Gigantomachia. When you speak up again, your voice is quiet, and you’re talking to nobody but Shigaraki. “Sorry I’m late.”

“You’d better be sorry. I texted you an hour ago.” That’s Dabi’s voice. Shigaraki lifts his head with an effort and sees him picking his way through the wreckage. “Did you stop to pretty up or something?”

“No, I stopped to say hi to your mom,” you say, and Dabi swears at you. Shigaraki would laugh if everything didn’t hurt so much. “Okay. Which one of you wants to get Tomura off the field before this gets messy?”

“I can.” Spinner crouches down by Shigaraki’s side. Compress is there, too. The only ones missing now are Twice and Toga. “Come on. Be careful –”

Shigaraki snarls in pain as they pull him upright, and when they try to drag him away, he plants his feet. One of them. The other one’s numb. “This is my fight.”

“Our fight. This guy and his minions want us all dead.” Dabi lights up off to Shigaraki’s right. “And since this guy wants to overthrow the government, he’s on your shit list, too – right, hero?”

“He’d be on it anyway.” The ground is shaking worse than before. “And I’m not a hero right now.”

“You’re damn well not a villain, so – hey, watch it!”

Re-Destro’s thrown the remains of the truck back towards all of you, and like you must have done before, you catch it. This time it starts to spin in midair, picking up speed. Shigaraki can’t watch it without getting dizzy. “This is my fight,” he repeats. He shakes off Spinner and Compress and steps up alongside you and Dabi. “If you want to help, keep the rest of them off me.”

“The rest of them? They’re trying to stop Gigantomachia. Guess the doctor woke him up early.” Dabi shrugs. “Now that you know that thing is on its way, want to rethink letting us help?”

Shigaraki wants to say no, but there’s no point. The League’s been helping him fight Gigantomachia, too. When they win, they win together. “He’s building up to some kind of ultimate move. Stop him from doing that and I’ll do everything else.”

You don’t say anything in response, and neither does Dabi, but both of you take off in opposite directions, moving to flank Re-Destro. It’s a good choice. Both of you are threats to Re-Destro’s physical safety, and you’re dangerous at close and long range. Whichever one of you he picks to target, he’s exposing himself to the other one, and after a split second’s thought, Shigaraki watches him choose you.

You dodge his first attack, then the second, and meanwhile, Dabi looses a jet of flames at him from the other side. Between you and Dabi, he’s distracted pretty effectively, but you aren’t freezing him. Shigaraki knows you can do it. It’s your default move, the one you’re famous for. Why –

“With big stuff, it helps to touch it first,” Spinner says. Shigaraki looks at him. “We figured that out dealing with Machia. It’ll be easier for her to restrain him if she gets a hand on him before she tries it.”

Sure. Fine. Shigaraki buys that, except that it brings you way too close, even if you’re tearing up the ground around Re-Destro to make it harder for him to move. Dabi must be tired. The blasts of fire he’s letting loose are getting shorter. And it’s not just your anger that’s shaking the ground now – Machia’s on the move, getting closer with every passing second. Shigaraki needs to finish this, and he needs to do it fast. He staggers a few steps forward and falls to his knees, and as his right hand hits the ground with all five fingers extended, the battlefield begins to disintegrate.

It’s not a risk Shigaraki would usually take, not with two of his allies in range, but there’s an odd sense of calm within him. He can sense every atom Decay touches, the same way he imagines you can sense every concentration of metal around you, and with that kind of knowledge, it’s easy to choose what to destroy and what to leave unmarked. He leaves Dabi. He leaves you. And he leaves Re-Destro. Most of him.

Re-Destro topples – hard to stand, when his legs are gone – and you and Dabi pounce. You tear up pipes and fiber-optic cables buried deep enough to avoid the initial wave of Decay to lash him down, while Dabi plants one foot on his chest, ready to aim a blast of flames into his face. Shigaraki picks himself up and drags himself across the scoured-clean expanse of the battlefield until he’s standing before the leader of the Meta Liberation Army.

Re-Destro looks up at him. Shigaraki can see in his face that he’s scared, just like Overhaul was. It doesn’t make him happy the way it did to see Overhaul defeated. “You get it now, right?”

“Get what?”

“What I want.” Shigaraki steps closer. “Don’t you?”

Shigaraki doesn’t know the answer to that himself, but after what Re-Destro tried to do to the League, Shigaraki wants to watch him squirm. Re-Destro does, but he comes up with an answer in the bargain. “Complete liberation. The destruction of the old ways, all of them. Forgive me. I did not see.”

Huh. If that’s what he wants to get out of it, fine. “If you kill me,” Re-Destro continues, “spare the lives of the remaining Liberation warriors. They followed the orders I gave them.”

“I know what you did to Giran. What you tried to do to Twice,” Shigaraki says. Re-Destro goes pale. “Why should I spare your friends after what you did to mine?”

“Tomura.” You speak up for the first time, and Shigaraki remembers that you’re still a hero. Remembers that the rules you play by will force you to stop him if he crosses a line, and he’s not anywhere close to equipped to fight you right now. Even if he wanted to. “I won’t –”

“I have a better idea,” Shigaraki says to Re-Destro, cutting you off. “If you think my vision’s so spectacular, devote yourself – and your army – and your money – to making it happen. Then your friends will be my friends, too.”

Re-Destro is already nodding, and Shigaraki sees your shoulders slump with relief. It’s not there for long. You spot something over Shigaraki’s shoulder and your eyes go wide. Shigaraki turns to look and finds Gigantomachia approaching. Gigantomachia’s approaching slowly, not lunging like a rabid animal. And when he comes to a stop in front of Shigaraki, he drops to his knees.

Gigantomachia’s submitted. The Liberation Army belongs to Shigaraki. You showed up to fight, and you fought on Shigaraki’s side, just like he hoped you would. Now that’s what Shigaraki calls a win. He’s so pleased about it that he doesn’t realize he’s passing out until his vision’s already going black.

<- Chapter 7

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