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katsukikitten · 2 years

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Synopsis: Hunger forces you to leave the comfort of your apartment just before rain in hopes to find something that will satisfy you but you'll soon find out that hunger comes in all sorts of shapes and sizes. Quickly at that as an ancient beast stalks you for part of the night hoping to satiate what you've awakened in him.

Warnings: NON CON, prey predator stalking, werewolf Bakugou

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The smell of rain hangs thick in the air, curling its fingers around broad shoulders as the ash blonde snarls his lip. The oncoming storm did nothing to satiate the hunger that sat low in his stomach or the ache in his teeth as the moon hung just behind the thick gray clouds. If anything it’s as the Witch say, the calm before the storm is the silent chaos that every Other craves. The Witch, the Vampire, the Paranormal and the Werewolf share the same innate need to feed on humans in one way or another.

Whether that was their life’s blood, the fringes of their soul or sex to ease an awful rut. Even Bakugou’s burning rings of onyx could barely keep his temper in check during what the elders call “moonlit madness.”

With the heavy full moon overhead Bakugou hardly feels anything tonight, other than his normal temperamental agitation, yawning even as he ducks into the 24/7 convenience store a few blocks from his home, craving something he couldn’t quite put his finger on.

As if it sat on the tip of his tongue, teasing him as he mulled over what exactly he should buy to make at home.

Being out of the country left his home empty yet far from unkempt. He had spent far too many decades away from his original home and midnight was as anytime as ever to return. Least then his parents and the Elders of the clan wouldn’t grill him on when he was going to find a mate. He can hear his mother nagging now, “You turned 25 a century and a half ago. I want grandpups and I’m not getting any younger damn it!”

He rolls his eyes at the imaginary conversation still hearing her gripe about the other established families and how their children were providing grandchildren, that Katuski shouldn’t do this “lone wolf bullshit.” His hag of a mother ignoring the fact that every few centuries there was indeed a lone wolf from each bloodline. The most recent being Touya but Katsuki thinks he goes by another name now.

Nothing catches his eye and just as he’s walking out, not in defeat, you come in. Brushing his shoulder with a shy smile and an even softer sorry before you disappear back into the store.

Suddenly his throat closes up, choking on an overwhelming smell.

On your smell.

Your fucking scent that now clings to him even as the first drops start to wash the Earth anew, even as you stand on the furthest spot in the store and the pundgant bleach cleaner the employee in the back is using can hardly stand up to you.

You smell like the morning dew glowing golden on the petals of a rose, of honey spread over bread after a long day, of the milk of a coconut on the warmest beach.

Melding together in a sympathy that makes Bakugou’s body weak, ache.

Yearn for you as he swallows down air and the more he thinks of walking away, the more he finds himself staring at you. Entirely lost as his tongue toys with his elongating canines that ache unbearably.

A chill runs down your spine, the deadly kind of warning one gets when danger is close. Close enough to breathe down your neck or bore burning eyes into the nape of your neck. Absent-mindedly you brush your hair over your shoulder, exposing your throat only to further agitate the beast that’s lurking between the chips and the jerky in the next aisle over.

Suddenly your appetite fizzles out in your stomach, a dying ember as fear begins to take root. Growing faster than a summer weed peeking through the concrete slabs. Grabbing the straps of your purse you move your way back towards the front of the store, wishing you had an umbrella for the several block walk back to your apartment complex.

With each step you take it feels as if there is another at your heels.

And another.

Whipping around your eyes go doe wide yet do not see anyone lurking in the harsh fluorescent light between the aisles of neatly packaged snacks. Swallowing thickly you step again, this time rushing into the rain as you start down the slow side street that runs parallel to a small field and a thin strip of woods. The snaking pavement connects to darker, more sinister alleyways that keep your eyes glued forward to avoid staring deeply into the dark eyes of the void.

Fear slips into your skin easily, skittering under the surface as it settles into the soles of your feet. Burning and begging for you to move, to run.

That something big and bad is stalking closely.

And so fear wins as your sneakers slip on the wet concrete as you break into a sprint under the dim street lamps.

All you hear is rain and wind rushing past you and the occasional hiss of “watch it” from those you push past, running until your lungs ache.

Searing need for oxygen, begging for you to make your breathing even despite your beating heart. Giving into your inherent need for air as you slow to a jog, daring a look over your shoulder.

See? Nothing’s there.

Your feet slow to a walk, rational mind soothing over the raging instinct of your gut, that still occasionally flares. Reassuring yourself as you keep your gaze locked to the nothingness behind you that you cannot even see what’s right in front of you.

Bumping into a solid mass of muscle makes a shudder go down your spine. Looking up to apologize expecting to see someone’s back only to see a chest.

The man has his hands in his pockets, as if he’d been waiting for you, a cruel grin set on his mouth as his eyes glow red under the weeping gray sky. He leans over to better level with your face as he parts his mouth to speak.

“Where ya runnin to, Sweetheart?”

There’s malice laced between the purr of his voice.

It's jarring, causing you to take a step back, mouth going cotton dry as your soles burn. This time you don't think twice about it, rushing across the street and soon your shoes lose traction on the slick wheat. Tickling your waist as it slips under your t-shirt occasionally during your haste. Glancing over your shoulder to make sure he isn't following you look for the man and again nothing follows.

This time when you crash into the mass of muscle you fall onto your ass, the chill of the Earth seeping into the denim of your jeans.

"Fuckin hell." He looks different now, the moon just shining through a thick passing cloud before it disappears behind the veil, "Makin me look like a creep runnin like that."

He growls at the end, two sharp teeth poking at his bottom lip, he looks ghastly, horrific.

Like a devil out of a novel with his glowing red eyes, his mass had gotten noticeably bigger but mostly it was the air about him.

Menacing, sharp and an undertone of playful you'd be a fool to forget.

Like a cat catches a mouse, not that of hunger but of boredom.

Of fun.

This time a scream rips through you, rising up your lungs faster than you can think. Crawling backward so you can both get out of his reach and get to your feet. He lets out an annoyed sigh and a roll of his eyes letting you run.

The woods come quickly and the large man quicker.

"I just wanna play, Sweetheart." His voice echoes around the woods and yet it still sounds close.

Close enough it sends a jolt to your stomach that seeps slowly down between your legs where it begins to pool.

Twigs snap behind you and this time you don't dare turn around for fear of running fast first into your assailant again. Yet his voice is at your ear.

"I said I just wanna play." A feral sound in his throat as it echoes in the shell of your ear before a heavy hand is found between your shoulder blades. Pushing you into the old wet leaves that smell of decay. Another scream rips through you but before you can finish you're flipped onto your back with a hot palm over your mouth and nose.

"Ya tryin to get us caught?" He smiles, his bottom and top canines are long. Far too long to be human, he takes a sharp claw and begins to rip the front of your shirt, "Or are you a slut who wants everyone to see what I'm going to do to you?"

Slowly he brings his claw down the cotton until the swell of your breasts start to peak out. Your fingers grips at twigs, leaves and dirt searching for something, anything to defend yourself against this snarling beast. Finally your small hand finds purchase, a small rock about the size of your own fist brings a fire to your eyes.

Brings you hope as you slam it into the side of the ash blonde head, right across his temple. It's enough to make him bleed a bit, losing his grip just bit as you squirm out from beneath him. But not without his parting gift. His claws sinking into your skin to keep you still as you struggle away, leaving deep red wounds down your sides and back.

The pain surges you forward, step after step as your lungs protest from your poor breathing.

A sob racks through your body, rain less turbulent under the canopy of the trees but still enough to blur your vision. That or it was your tears as you see your apartment complex building jutting out over the trees.

Just keep going, you just have to keep going.

Ignoring the details of what's unfolding and instead using that fear to climb the four stories of slippery steps in the pouring rain.

Lightning reaches out and a loud roar of thunder shakes the building with its intensity. Mother nature herself warns you as the blonde takes the stairs two at a time.

Fumbling with your key as you try to shove the metal into the lock as he stands at the end of the breezeway. A nasty smile on his face as he watches you panic trying to do even the simplest task all the while taking slow, calculating steps.

Finally the key molds the pins to the lock's liking and the handle collapses under your weight, falling into your apartment foyer. Struggling to stand so you can slam the door shut.

As you do you see him and another yelp leaves your pretty mouth shoving the metal door with all of your might.

Only for strong fingers to wrap around the edges, crushed from the force as he pushes the door open.

"Hey baby." He says it like he's coming home from work late. A mocking apology as if you were angry that he hadn't told you beforehand. He closes the door and the outside rain can still be sent through the ridges that can mold to powerful fingers.

Your knees weaken before they give out, tailbone rattling your spine as it hits the hardwood floor.

He walks towards you, standing over you, hands in his pockets again.

"Nowhere to run huh?" He laughs and it echoes through the silence of your apartment, "I'll give you that. You did get me good huh."

He wipes the blood from his head and the gash that was once there is no longer causing your brows to furrow. Crouching over you now he examines you, takes a deep inhale and his eyes flutter.

"Fuck." It's soft, barely a whisper and you can see the bulge in his pants grow, causing you to whimper. It pulls his attention to it and he vulgarly grabs it, "Ya like that? 'ts all for you."

He rips off the rest of your shirt and your bra with such force your tits bounce from the motion. He pushes you up the hardwood and your wet body makes the floor squeak.

His head buried between your legs so quickly you hadn't noticed until his nose was pressed into the seam. Quickly the denim is shredded from your body, careful to leave your underwear intact.

"N-no -stop." You want out and he just hooks his powerful hands around your hips.

"Why would I when I can smell arousal on you?" He growls and it's said with such authority it makes you freeze. Submitting to a man whose name you don't know.

"Ah fuck." He can smell more of you now, can smell how delicious your essence will be on his tongue. He noses your clothed cunt, the tip of it hitting your clit causing you to squirm and squeeze his head.

"Soo fuckin wet." He grows tired of you trying to close him between your thighs. Forcing them open as his claws sink into the tender flesh. Gently he presses his tongue to the wet patch, shuddering from how right he was. He does that for a few moments, nosing your now throbbing clit, tongue lapping at the fabric before he leans up some, pressing his mouth around your puffy button giving it a good suck.

The way his eyes look, half lidded and glowing with red hot lust you're shameful to admit it makes you cum. Right there cunt fluttering around nothing as you keep your eyes glued to his.

He rips the cotton away then, lapping at your cunt with no hesitation. Sucking and licking like a starved man, fingers arching into you with a steady pace feeling you flutter around him. You cum again around his hot digits. Panting and he doesn't let up.

He keeps feasting and feasting until your vision is blurred with thick tears and your head is swimming.

"Aw, poor baby." He climbs up you, now pressing into the side of your throat with his nose wet from your sweet cum, "Tired already? I've only just begun."

His teeth sink into your tender skin, drawing blood that he laps up with fluttering lashes.

"Fuck" he groans grinding into your thigh, "Got me fucked up pretty girl. Like a rut when I was a teen."

Pulling down his pants and shoving them to his ankles. He bullies his way into your wet heat. Panting from how good you feel, he gives an experimental thrust and when he pulls away for another, your greedy cunt tries to suck him back in. He thinks he'll cum already. From how you feel around his weeping cock and how you smell.

Sweet florals that remind him of a garden a long time ago. It causes his teeth to sink into the apex of your throat and shoulder. Fucking into you with reckless abandon as he chases his own high.

Fucking you through another orgasm as you whine, pressing your face into the crook of his neck, weakly trying to keep him to you now. Locking your legs around his waist as he sucks the sweet spot on your skin.

It causes you to scream out in ecstasy, body withering under his care causing his hips to stutter. Balls slapping against the swell of your ass as he tries to fuck you deeper with each sticky rope of white he paints your walls with.

He pulls away from your throat with a grunt, keeping himself inside you as he looks into your face. Lids at half mast, lust clouding the iris as something deeper starts to surface and it takes your burning heart a moment to realize.

That your eyes reflect his.

Causing that blossom of deeper emotion to consume anything else as he growls out before he crashes his mouth to yours.

"Mine."

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theluckywizard · 4 months

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In the Shattering of Things, Ch. 66: Insolence

Summary: In the lead up to the peace talks at Halamshiral, Rose must navigate her strained, unresolved relationship with Cullen and settle into her role as leader as the consequences of her choices dog her and pressure to succeed mounts.

Fic Summary: Lady Rose Trevelyan's idle, aristocratic life blinks out in a haze of irrelevance when the breach destroys the Conclave. She may be soft and coddled when she joins the Inquisition, but there's a fierceness inside her she's yet to fully recognize. Armed with only a few relevant skills and the mark that makes her a legend, she is thrust onto a path delivering hope where it’s long been scorched away and finds comfort in the grumpy, handsome stick in the mud charged with her protection and training. As she stumbles her way across southern Thedas, she begins to realize she's tangled at the center of machinations she barely understands, and she's not alone in that. Enter Hawke.

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“Fifty-one royals? Leliana, please tell me that number is in error,” says Cullen, practically choking as he looks over the budget for the affair. We’d been circulating the paper, and though I’m only starting to grasp the scale of the debt we’ve accrued in repairing Skyhold and rebuilding our army, Leliana’s sum is astonishing.

“They’re well worth the money.”

“Five times the fee of the other two combined? Surely this money could be better spent. I could buy a dozen ballistas for that amount.”

“If you can root out an assassin and collect vital secrets at an Orlesian ball with ballistas, you may have an argument.”

“It’s outrageous.” Cullen has been surly since he walked in the door, his brow gathered in a permanent frown. He’s in a dark enough mood that I have no desire to look at him, but professional courtesy requires it. And by his pained glances in my direction, he’s making the same agonizing effort.

Leliana counters. “We’re not just buying the services of spies in the kitchen and the guard. It’s not cheap to secure the work of those who can finagle access to the ball and the talks proper. The man I’ve hired is bringing along his retired partner. They’re unmatched. Nor will they provoke suspicion. They belong at the ball more readily than any of us.”

“And who might these assets be?” Cullen asks. “Andraste’s mercy.”

“Bards. Actors. Fidencio Frye and his associate, Gaubert L’Incroyable.”

“Fidencio Frye?” breathes Josephine, her hand alighting on her breast like the name awakened her very soul.

“I thought you’d be excited, Josie,” notes Leliana.

“What do we need to know about them?” I ask.

Josie answers in a rush of unfettered enthusiasm. “Fidencio’s performances are inspired. Breathtaking. I last saw him in Sévigny —I’ve seen that probably three times with different casts and no one brought such tortured authenticity to the role. No one.” I’m familiar with the play but not the actor himself.

“Profoundly useful,” remarks Cullen drily.

“It is actually,” argues Leliana. “Such capable acting is part and parcel to bard work. They’ll be eyes and ears in places we can’t quite access. There’s no magnet for secrets quite like celebrity. People will be itching to flaunt their knowledge to them. To ingratiate themselves. We need them.”

“It is thrilling, no?” says Josephine, glancing at me.

“I suppose this is what you have in mind for Hawke as well?” I ask, still avoiding Cullen’s scowling eyes. “I don’t see a line item for him.”

“Hawke is— something different,” says Leliana. Certainly an understatement. “He’s no bard. He’s got a useful set of talents though. We need distractions and a way to move information around the party undetected. Josie and I think he’s the man for the job.”

“And you’ve already asked him?”

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“Not yet. He and I— well. Let’s just say that I think you’ll be more persuasive than any of us, Rose,” says Leliana. It’s such a pointed remark that I glance at her twice. When her eyebrow twitches and the corner of her mouth turns I become certain that she knows. Maker, it’s Leliana . Perhaps she’s known all along.

Tagging @monocytogenes for allowing me to borrow her excellent bards Fidencio and Gaubert! You can read their stories here!

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#rose trevelyan #cullen x trevelyan #cullen rutherford #dragon age fan fiction #dragon age inquisition #in the shattering of things #hawke x trevelyan #cullenmance #wicked eyes wicked hearts prep #rose is having a bad time #cullen is having a bad time #hawke is having a...#listen it's rough #growing pains

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monkeybell · 2 months

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Fairy tail OC bio’s

Fuuka:

Name: Fuuka Omori

Nicknames: Flower maiden, bud, Mama

Race: Human

Gender: Female

Age: 12

Occupation: mage

Affliction: none

Previous affliction: Rose Shine

Guild mark location: hand

Hair color: Red

Eye color: Light pink

Partner: Yasmin

Relatives: Sakura(foster mother)

Status: Alive

Magic: Flower dragon slayer magic

Japanese VA: Aoi Koga

English VA: Luci Christian

Looks: Fuuka is a young petite girl with Red hair that goes to her lower legs and light pink eyes. Her outfit is a simple pink dress with black sandals. She wears a flower crown made from pink flowers. Her guild mark was on her right hand and was light pink

Personality: Fuuka is shy and Asocial. She struggles to make eye contact and barely speaks. She has a better time communicating in other ways, such as using flash cards or hand gestures. She does make occasional noises, like humming when she’s happy. There’s other ways you can tell her mood. If happy, she’ll flap her arms. If overwhelmed, she’ll play with her hair or pretend drawing on her arm as a distraction.

She is very close to her exceed companion, Yasmin. The pair have been together since Yasmin hatched from her egg. They have a motherly bond, with Yasmin viewing Fuuka as her mama. Fuuka is very passionate about art and loves painting, preferring to draw nature. Her paintings are popular so she takes commissions in order to get money for essentials like food and shelter.

History: Raised by dragon Sakura, Fuuka learned flower dragon slayer magic. One day, Sakura disappeared, leaving Fuuka alone. She spent a long time looking for her foster mother, eventually coming across a white and orange egg in the forest and taking it with her. It later hatched as a small light pink cat was born. The cat was named Yasmin. One day, they find a small town and encounter an old lady, Ms Fern. She invited the pair to live and join her guild, Rose Shine which they accepted

They lived there for a couple of years until Fern tragically died and the members of the guild left, too sad to stay. This resulted in Fuuka and Yasmin becoming homeless as no other members offered to take them in. Some nights they would sleep in an abandoned house while other nights they would sleep in the alley with only newspapers to keep them warm.

Things were dull and tough until one day, Fuuka found small pieces of chalk and drew her foster mother, Sakura on the sidewalk. People began to stop by, admiring the work and soon, they gave away currency and food. That is how they made a living, by selling her works in exchange for currency. This allowed them to buy food, stay at a hotel and buy things like clothes and art supplies. Her works became well known throughout the world

Magic, attacks and abilities:

Fuuka can use flower dragon slayer magic. Her attacks include

-Flower dragon’s roar

-Flower dragon’s claw

-Flower dragon’s wing attack

-Flower dragon’s crushing fang

-Flower dragon’s petal hurricane

-Flower dragon’s bud bomb

-Flower dragon’s nature’s nuke

-Connecting roots: bloom doom

Fuuka’s abilities include

-Heal(Able to heal both people and nature)

Trivia:

-Her favorite flower is cherry blossoms as they remind her of Sakura

-Fuuka is autistic

-While she makes the drawings and paintings, Yasmin is the one who sells them on Fuuka’s behalf so she doesn’t have to interact with them

-She sometimes uses flowers in her works

-She loves all things chocolate

-She enjoys swimming

-Eating Fauna helps Fuuka regain strength and energy

Yasmin:

Name: Yasmin

Race: Exceed

Gender: Female

Age: 6

DOB: year X778

Hair color: Light pink

Eye color: Light green

Occupation: Mage

Affiliation: none

Previous Affiliation: Rose Shine

Guild mark location: back

Status: alive

Partner: Fuuka Omori

Magic: Aera, transformation magic

Japanese VA: Ikue Ōtani

English VA: Debi Derryberry

Looks: Yasmin is a small, exceed with pink ears, light pink fur, a small tip of white fur on her tail and small light green eyes. She has two whiskers on each cheek. Her outfit is a red dress. Like the other exceeds, she can use Aera and sprouts two wings on her back. Her guild mark was on her back and was orange.

Like Carla, Yasmin learned transformation magic. In that form, she resembles a young girl around Fuuka’s age. She keeps her tail, has light pink hair that reaches her neck and cat ears.

Personality: Yasmin has a bubbly and happy personality. She loves to make new friends and is very outgoing. She is very close to Fuuka, helping her out by selling her work and talking for her around new people. She considers Fuuka to be her mother and often calls her mama. Yasmin loves to dance and sing, doing that to also make money. Yasmin works hard to care for Fuuka and makes sure she is happy, warm and fed, often prioritizing Fuuka over herself. She has a habit of saying ‘Yippee!’

History: Yasmin was one of the eggs sent to earth where she was later found by Fuuka. Her first words were Mama due to seeing Fuuka first and assuming she was her mom. Even as a little kitten, she was bubbly and outgoing, talking to everyone and everything she saw. After joining Rose Shine, Yasmin along with Fuuka was raised by Fern who they called Grandma fern. During her time at the guild, she learned transformation magic, allowing her to transform into a human

Trivia:

-Her favorite food is strawberries

-Her favorite drink is boba tea

-Her father was a royal guard

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roseriot2191 · 9 months

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Entry 1/Introductions

hey!

so i really havent used tumblr before really so im not sure if this is the best place for what im doing but regardless im posting it here

~welcome to my blog~

the purpose is to document my life as a whole but its also my senior year so even more reason to record it!

this blog will be my safe space to spill anything, the good and the bad, of my upcoming life. in all honesty im not sure how well ill keep up with posts or how much effort ill end up putting into them but i will try to update at least once a week for sure.

ok so now onto me :)

hello again! im rose, i use he/they pronouns and i am 17. for anyone wonder, which i dont know why but i guess i can just state it to get it out of the way, im a cis queer guy. i use queer as my label because i very much dislike labels for myself lmao. im attracted to men way more often than not but if the right person for me isnt a guy the im not going to let gender/sex get in the way of love and im not sure pansexual really fits the way i feel. queerness ill say is a part of me but not something i identify with as much as i did in middle school. ill make a separate post about this perhaps. (ill mention that my name isnt actually rose irl and its just my pen name for the blog. i have no reason to be secretive really besides to hide my identity from friends, family and people who think they might know me, especially with the topics i might write about, but also i didnt put too much effort into disconnection rose and myself so if youre one of my irl friends, hi :p ) i am a high school student, but i am mostly taking college classes at a community college. im a photo major! photography is a recent thing that i started basically the same time i started college. i sorta took a leap into photo classes and decided that i might as well major in it since ive always been a creative person and since my high school was paying for my tuition. honestly college has been really fun but its school and sometimes i get burnt out really easily which sucks. ill probably talk about this more some other time. i havent really decided on a style of photography that i prefer yet but this fall ill start a portraiture lighting class as well as a color theory class, both im really excited for.

recently ive found myself changing or perhaps growing into a more typical "teenager" recently. this growth is a drastic change from who i was as a kid and that sort of scares me but i think i like the idea of who i can become. i started taking an interest in cars which sort of came out of know where. it might be because i got my license last december and have been driving a lot more but its also rooted in my ex too. (at the begging of this summer i got into a relationship with this guy who was my first everything, and we also ended it in july which hurt hella but again this is a topic for another post later) he was a total car guy and it was something we were bonding over. he would teach/talk about cars and i listened and started to take an actual interest. we went to a few car shows and it was honestly a prefect date/hangout for us because he liked cars of course but i also got to bring my camera and take photos. definitely something i miss doing. my first car was a 2004 honda pilot. it was a manual and i tried learning how to drive it and i got the gist but ended up selling it and getting an automatic 2006 honda pilot lol. this car ive had since february and its lowkey dying now which pisses me. my grandpa was the one who ended up buying it for me which i appreciate very much dont get me wrong but he bought it off these sketchy guys and didnt get it checked out right away for any problems and now im paying extra money in repairs. currently im trying to save for something more "extra" like a mustang or a bmw or honestly an older honda like a prelude or accord, though on my salary as a host in a small restaurant i have barely $4.5k saved and i started work about the same time i got the 06 pilot. i know these cars are a bit on the pricey side but im giving myself till new years to save for something and if i dont find anything by then, ill keep my money in savings for college after i graduate. (that is with the hopes my 06 pilot lasts me through that long :,) )

so yeah. i work as a host at a restaurant. its my first job and i honestly really like it. i get paid $16.50 an hour and i get tipped out by the waitresses on top of that. on average i make about $500 in a pay period which is two weeks. i wish i had more hours but also i dont. i usually use work as an excuse to procrastinate or completely ignore school work which is really self destructive because i convince myself that im productive but in reality i need to be more focused on school. my work ethic is pretty good though i think. i always say yes if someone needs a cover or if i need to come in ealry/on a day off. after the break up i took a bunch of extra shifts and started taking caterings for longer hours and to keep me busy. in the past 2 pay periods i clocked about 50 hours each and made $850 each. this has again been really nice for savings but not for my summer classes. this pay period i had a double catering and i should clock in about 40 ish hours. ill have one more pay period after this one before i will talk to my manager about scheduling me only friday-sunday and see about scheduling me caterings more rather than hosting since i make more that way. theyre pretty good about accommodating hours/days which is really cool but my manager always complains. i feel bad but also i really shouldnt because i need to do better in school first and i already do so much more than what i get paid for honestly so she really doesnt have any reason to say anything. (especially since we just hired 3 new girls after the summer hires left) all my coworkers love me but also everyone shit talks eachother behind their backs so i always wonder if they say anything about me lol. if they are then they should put that energy somewhere else because how are you guys gonna shit talk a 17 year old when you all are 25+???

my music taste is the opposite in regards to changing drastically. i find myself returning to the music i grew up with and even expanding with similar artists. for a quick family overview my step dad who raised me since i was three was/is a tattoo artist and very much in the punk scene. my mom was in the artistic performance and alternative scene. both these adults raised a very punk baby with all the classics and now like i said, after not really interested or listening to music often for awhile, im back to my roots. this is very comforting however when me and my ex were dating he was a big influence in the reintroduction. so do i corrilate some music to him? yes. does it hurt? im not sure. its very confusing but i listen to it on blast regardless and will most likely have hearing problems by the time im 30 T~T a lot of what ive been listening to on repeat is radiohead which was "our band" and i still think it is. im a very sentimental person and cant/wont diconnect these feelings probably ever. i do this a lot. this time though i havent had the urge to stop listening which is a reliefe because i enjoy the music but also because i think itd hurt me if i found hate or sadness in the music rather than the love and bond we once shared through these songs. something ive been considering is posting a song with every post or at the very least at the end of the week. maybe even a playlist at the end of the month? not sure yet. i think music tatse is something that changes with me all the time so its something worth recording here. oh also i def will post cd hauls here too! i have a small collection started but definetely wanna get more.

lets see i dont read often but my favorite books are alice in wonderland, the warden's daughter, they both die at the end, coraline and currently i am reading solitaire by alice oseman. ive read her heartstopper series and have taken a serious interest in tori's story. for my favorite shows i binge watch shows so often and then forget about them just as fast as i watch them lol. i really like soul eater, downtown, daria, the midnight gospel, the walking dead, initial d, madoka magica, and some others i cant think of right now.

hmm~ i cant really think about anything else to write at the moment, plus ive been typing for awhile and should get to bed, so i think ill end it here.

i dont really expect anyone to read this blog in all honesty but its something i wanna do for myself and if a few people take interest or relate to anything i talk about i think thats enough :)

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Awakened by the din of voices outside, Svaelfyr dragged a palm over the sleep-numbed muscles of his face and turned to lay upon his front, one arm outstretched to fish for his glasses upon the nearby bedside table. With some pats of his hand against the wooden surface, he eventually found his quarry and pulled them over to set them in their rightful place over the bridge of his nose. Sitting up, he rolled his shoulders and rose from his bed to peer out of the somewhat obscured privacy glass of the rented room. He’d been unaware that his room was so close to one of Ul’dah’s market rows, near enough that the window was positioned over a particularly eager peddler of some sort of food-stuffs. He could just about pick out the price of some fruits and grains amid the busy rumble of other voices. Gathering some of his clothes from his still-packed bag, the hrothgar dressed, and made his way out of his room.

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Want To Know About Gardening? Read On

Scott Damron Skilled tips provider. A subject like gardening can get people interested, but at the same time, send them away. The thing about gardening is that you have to learn the ins and outs of how to grow a prosperous garden. Tips like the ones in this article should help you do just that.

Planting a bare-root rose. Bare-root roses are best planted at the beginning of their dormant period to lessen the shock of transplanting. If the roots look dry, soak them in a bucket of water for a few hours before planting. Remove diseased or damaged stems, and trim any thick roots by a third. Place the rose in a freshly dug hole, spreading out the roots and checking that the bud union is slightly above ground level. Backfill with soil and water thoroughly.

You need to be realistic about what your garden can and can't produce. No matter how tempting a particular vegetable may be, if it's not suitable for your climate, it's not going to grow well. You'll get more out of your garden if you focus on plants that are right for your area.

Divide up your perennials while they still look healthy. It's best to divide a perennial at the end of the growing season during which it hits its peak. As the plant starts to overgrow, the center of the plant will start to have dying stalks and weaker flowers. Allowing perennials to grow too long may also lead to them overtaking neighboring plants.

Plan your gardening accordingly to the weather. If you live in an area where the ground freezes during the winter, do not plant anything before frost is expected. If you live in a warmer area, take a break during the warmest months of summer to avoid wasting too much water.

To keep dirt from getting under your fingernails while gardening, reach for a bar of soap beforehand! As much as we all love gardening, none of us really enjoy all that soil that gets stuck under our nails that can be so challenging to remove. Simply claw a bar of soap before you begin working in your garden and when finished, run your hands under water and as the soap washes away, so does the dirt!

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To bring birds to your garden, add plants that will naturally attract them. One of the best plants for attracting birds are sunflowers. Birds are naturally drawn to their height and scent. Birds also love small trees like Japanese maples and dogwood trees, as well as most kinds of shrubs or vines.

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Collect your dirt for a soil analysis to see the nutrients your soil needs. You can get this tested at a local university's agriculture department, usually for a fee. The fee is well worth it usually because then you will know what nutrients your dirt needs to have a garden that is successful.

Choose specific plants for dry soil. Light and sandy soils have many advantages: they warm up quickly in the springtime and drain well after wet weather. The downside is they can quickly become very dry in the summer, and plants have to work hard to extract enough moisture to survive. Certain plants are very tolerant of dry conditions, as long as they are given a helping hand when young. Once established they do well with very little water. These plants include alyssum, cosmos, hebe, lavender, rosemary, sedum and veronica.

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Anita rose from @treloarroses Bought bare rooted, sent in the post, new to the garden this year. A hardy climber, she is already flowering. Planted along the kitchen garden fence in full sun. Tucked behind the french pear tree Beurre de Anjou, with jonquils and snowdrops to keep her company in the early Spring. Iris, black currant, salvia, rhubarb and rosemary are in the same garden bed. Anita is flowering a little earlier than the Albertine rose and I keep detouring past both of these climbing roses, excited to see them bud and bloom. I’ve just added this photo to the Roses Wallpaper Series. See my Insta Highlight called Wallpaper or my Insta Stories. Love from the garden, Jude x • #bloomwhereyouareplanted #underthefloralspell #botanicalpickmeup #botanicalphotography #roses #rosesofinstagram #roseoftheday #anitarose #climbingroses #climbingrose #cottagegarden #cottagecore #organicgarden #beefriendlygarden #beefriendlyflowers #slowfloralstyle #slowflowermovement #slowflowersaustralia • This isn’t a paid advertisement. I know that a lot of people are hesitant to buy roses online. I’ve always had great success with buying bare rooted roses and having them sent in the post. — view on Instagram https://ift.tt/e9gvZQO

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How To Care For Your Lawn & How To Get The Money Out Of Your Cost Vs. Time Against Ailment

‍The lawn is one of the most important assets in your home. It’s also a necessity for any homeowner. So, how do you know if your grass is greener than others? How to care for your lawn and avoid maintenance costs? What lawn repair services are right for your specific situation? Let's explore!

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When you choose the right type of furniture, the protection it provides is absolutely paramount to keeping your bench and your flat from being affected by environmental damage. Even though most furniture can be expected to wear out from exposure to sunlight and wind, certain types of furniture are far more likely to be affected by the elements. If you must sandbag your bench or build a tree structure out of rock or dirt, choose these items carefully. Sturdy wooden furniture is unlikely to be affected by the elements, but simple crates and plastic grocery bags are likely to be in the elements. When it comes to protecting your benches and your flats from the environment, though, you have a few options. You can either go with a conventional sandbag or a conventional tree; while they're unlikely to be as weather- or environment-resistant as a conventional wooden structure, they're also unlikely to be as impact- or smell-freaky. How to Protect Your Benches and Flats from Environmentally-Induced Damage When deciding which type of furniture to use, make sure it is able to take moderate amounts of direct sunlight and moderate amounts of gentle wind. If you must use a wooden structure, make sure it's able to take the full exposure potential of a natural or man-made object. If you have to sandbag your bench or build a tree out of rock or dirt, choose these items carefully. Sturdy wooden furniture is unlikely to be affected by the elements, but simple crates and plastic grocery bags are likely to be in the elements. When it comes to protecting your benches and your flats from the environment, though, you have a few options. You can either go with a conventional sandbag or a conventional tree; though they're unlikely to be as weather- or environment-resistant as a conventional wooden structure, they're also unlikely to be as impact- or smell-freaky.

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The Queen of Hearts in Room 446 (3)

I don’t care much for dandelions anymore. A rose by any other name would smell as sweet, so why not the weeds? If I had the right to do so, I would maybe crown the lovely little dandelions princesses the Queens of the weeds. I think it’s all due to jealousy, jealousy that with just a little wind, their golden manes tremble like the Sun’s rays piercing the Earth. But I have little right to do anything anymore, certainly not enough power to crown a monarch. And I don’t care much for dandelions anymore.

I’m the Keeper of Room 446, and even that’s temporary. There was no one else here last year when it came time to choose dorm rooms, so I took it for myself, claimed it as my own because what else was I to do? In a few months, some other, unsuspecting college sophomore will do the same – see the small shoebox like opening and fill it with tissue paper and cloth, the fluffy filling of life.

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Summary: Bucky and Reader have to dress up for a mission. Bucky likes Reader’s look, maybe a little bit too much.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x agent!reader

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Author’s note: i have really been wanting to buy some red lipstick recently so this may or may not have been inspired by that oops

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“You are breathtaking.”

You turned away from the bathroom mirror, leaning against the counter and meeting Bucky’s gaze with your own. His eyes raked up and down your body, clad in a slinky, silken dress that shone bright beneath the fluorescence and clung to your every curve like liquid. You smirked at his gawking eyes and raised brows, carefully wiping the excess lipstick that bled from the corner of your mouth with your pointer finger. That motion drew his attention upward, his eyes settling on the plump set of your mouth, painted a sultry, deep shade of scarlet.

He huffed a breath and shook his head, trying to form the right words to compliment you, but they seemed to instantly evaporate from his tongue the moment he opened his mouth. Instead, he walked towards you, taking your hands in his and stroking his thumbs against your soft skin, laughing at himself as he gaped like a fish out of water in response to your beauty.

“Well, you don’t look too bad yourself.” You jutted your chin slightly at his suit, a neatly-pressed, all-black ensemble that only seemed to further enhance the icy blue shade of his eyes.

“Thank you,” he said, voice low and hoarse. He leaned closer, pressing his lips to your ear. “Lipstick’s a good look on you.”

You shuddered, pressing your body closer to his warmth and rocking your hips into his. When he started kissing that sweet spot at the juncture between your jaw and your ear, you couldn’t help but let a breathy moan escape your lips.

This had been your plan all along, of course. You didn’t wear a full face of makeup often, usually foregoing the glamorous, airbrushed look for the bare-skinned practicality of moisturizer and sunscreen. Your job as an agent required you to be on the ball, willing to give up the remainder of your day for the sake of a mission, oftentimes on just a moment’s notice. You couldn’t afford the time and effort of beautification with an occupation that required so much blood, sweat, and tears on the daily. But, tonight was different. Tonight, you and Bucky were preparing for a different kind of mission than either of you were used to.

The GRC was hosting an exclusive gala, invitations to which were only granted to the wealthiest elites in the country. Politicians and A-listers would surely be in attendance, secretly and silently admitting their support of the GRC’s eviction of post-Blip refugees. Such an event was bound to attract some hostility, whether through hush-hush internal transactions between its elite, yet seedy, attendees, or from some outside menace, like the lurking risk of a re-established force of flag smashers. You and Bucky both decided that it would be prudent to attend, just in case you were dealing with fraud or a full-blown terror threat. You both wanted to be ready, to be able to face whatever troubles may arise, from the inside. So, you had to look the part.

You had chosen the dress with the event’s black-tie dress code in mind, of course, but the lipstick was all for him. You had been picking up the bare necessities at the mall, a tube of concealer and a new type of mascara, when the red-gradient display of lipsticks caught your eye. Every shade, ranging from coral to plum, offered a different mask, a slight variant on the character you would be playing the night of the gala. Would you be the coquettish twenty-something, all bright, glossy, and new? Or, would you be the mysterious seductress, daubed in smokey shades of maroon?

After a few moments of careful deliberation, one shade in particular had caught your eye, and your lips twitched into a small grin. You plucked the tube from the shelf. Velvet ribbon red, its label read. A deep, sultry shade, reminiscent of the garnet, wine-soaked tones that were so popular in the ‘40’s. The natural shade to choose, of course, for Bucky Barnes’s companion.

Now, you felt his hands release yours, grasping the fabric at your hips with greedy hands. He continued kissing your neck in a blatant, hungry display of need, lips bowed in a slight, mocking smile when he heard the soft moans that his affection pulled from you. You gripped the edge of the counter tightly with one hand, desperate for purchase, and dragged your other hand up his abdomen, settling your fingers lightly on his chest.

He drew his teeth against your neck and sucked lightly, and you were sure that he was trying to leave a mark, a flagrant signifier to the attendees of the gala you were already late to that you belonged to him, and him only. When he pulled away, examining the petechiae he had branded on your skin, you brought both hands in front of you, tracing them down his front in a flirtatious caress and settling on the buckle of his belt. You leaned forward, pressing your forehead to his, taking in his blown pupils as you adeptly released his buckle and unzipped his pants. In a sudden gesture of dominance, you pushed him back to the opposite wall, directing him by the hips. When his back hit the wall, he let out a soft, purring laugh, pleased by your control. He pecked you on the lips, a quick and chaste gesture that contrasted with the unexpectedly sensuous direction the evening was heading into, and you slowly lowered to your knees, maintaining eye contact with him the whole time, pulling his pants down slightly to expose his underwear.

You braced your hands against his quads, running your fingertips up and down his legs in a slow, teasing motion that made his jaw clench. He balled his fists at his sides, not ready to usurp control from you just yet. You simpered, proud of the fact that you had this man coming undone in the palm of your hand, without having even touched his cock yet.

Soon, though, you brought your mouth close enough to his lower half that he could feel the heat of your breath through the thin fabric layer of his underwear. His eyes fluttered closed in anticipation, hips rocking towards your face, and he combed his fingers loosely through your hair, tugging lightly to grant you permission to keep going. It was sweet, the way he was simultaneously so respectful of your boundaries, but so eager to feel your mouth on him. Neither of you cared that it would ruin your makeup, that after this, you would be late for the gala. You both craved a distraction from the nerves that accompanied a mission like this.

You dragged your fingernails along the waistband of his underwear, leaving light scratching marks across his lower abdomen. He moaned softly, a sound that you hoped to sear in your memory forever. And then, you reached inside, pulling his already-erect cock from the tented, taught fabric. The tip glowed an angry red, already leaking pre-cum.

You looked up at him through your lashes and flattened your tongue against his base, dragging it all the way up to his tip. He gripped your hair tighter, the delicious pull of your hair taught in his fist driving you to swirl your tongue around his tip and take him slowly in your mouth.

“Goddamnit,” he muttered as you slowly began to bob your head up and down his length. “Gonna ruin that pretty makeup of yours.”

You pulled back to respond, lips separating from his cock with a satisfying, wet pop! “‘S’alright,” you slurred, palming him roughly with your hand, fingernails dragging against sensitive skin to offer the perfect balance between pleasure and pain. He bucked into your grasp, breath stilling in his throat, and you smiled, sucking the tip of his cock back into your mouth.

You worked him slowly into your mouth, until he hit the back of your throat and only a couple of inches remained outside of your mouth. He noticed this, eagerly watching your progress, and took control, holding your head against him, applying a gentle pressure until you slid down the rest of his length. When your lips pressed against his base, you gagged slightly, inhaling deeply through your nose. You maintained eye contact the whole time, even as your eyes pooled with tears from the strain of looking up.

“What a good fucking girl,” he groaned, rolling his hips against your mouth and smearing your lipstick on his skin in a vulgar imprint of wet, lusty red. You felt a wet, needy warmth accumulating in your core at his acknowledgement, but you kept your hands firmly rooted at his hips, so desperate to please him. “What would people say if they knew you were such a slut for me?” His voice was gruff but lilting and playful, as if he knew that this turned you on as much as it did him.

Finally, he released the pressure, pulling back to let you breathe. After a few seconds, though, you increased your pace, guiding one hand down to his balls and gently massaging them. He closed his eyes again, lost in the tantalizing sensations of your tongue, but he held back, refusing to let the slow and steady pistoning of his hips devolve into the frenzied motion he so desperately desired to adopt in order to finish. Your cheeks hollowed against him, sucking hard, granting him permission to let go.

He understood. Short, shallow movements quickly turned into deeper thrusts, punctuated by quiet moans that rose in pitch as he came closer and closer to coming undone.

“Gonna paint you with my come. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

You couldn’t respond verbally, could only stare up at him as his cock breached the entrance to your throat in faltering, uneven motions. That was the final straw. His grip on your hair tightened and he held your head down flush against him, cock pulsing, as his orgasm ripped through him. One final, unabashed and guttural groan escaped his lips as he succumbed to his ecstasy and painted the back of your throat with ropes of come. You mirrored his sound, moaning around him with an enticing vibration.

He held his length inside your mouth for a few seconds, still holding your head against him, not ready to let you retreat just yet. But as his cock grew sensitive, he pulled back with a quiet, overstimulated moan. Your mouth felt empty without him, lipstick smears and strings of spit painting your face in a satisfied, sexed-out portrait of lust. He beamed with pride, hooking his hands under your elbows and pulling you up to your feet before pressing his lips firmly against yours in a gesture of gratitude.

You broke the kiss, cradling his face in your hand. Laughter bubbled in your throat, and, seeing your light-hearted demeanor, he began to chuckle. You stood like that for a minute, laughing in each others’ arms, momentarily uncaring about upcoming missions or smeared makeup.

He took a deep, yet shaky, exhale, and smirked. “Well, we’d better get you cleaned up. Those mascara tracks are pretty telling, and we’re already late.”

You shrugged. “Worth it.”

He brought his hand up to your face, cradling your cheek and wiping the messy smudge of lipstick from the corner of your mouth.

“Oh, absolutely.”

Part two

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the-dawn-star · 2 years

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well :) I m here again so

I ll need to dye my hair soon so I was thinking about Dabi seeing his white roots and having some of the bad memories in his childhood come back bc of the sight and after y/n calms him down maybe reader goes to buy hair dye for both of them so they can have a cute little moment??? I m such into Dabi x reader fluff rn ;-;

please and thank you <3

His White Hair (Dabi x Reader)

A/N: hello and thank you so much about the request. I loved the idea so here is my take on it.

-S

+ not proof read, 1400ish words.

Summary: Dabis roots start to show again and he isn't so happy about it. But you are there to calm him down.

! Talk about past abuse, panic attack, hurting oneself, PTSD !

Dabi started to dye his hair when he ran away. First, he stole the dye just to make sure that he wasn’t spotted in the streets after he ran away. Endevour hadn’t put Dabi on the public eye, when he was young but still people could recognize his face if truly trying to see it. So, he hid his perfect white hair with pitch black dye.

The scars only came after that.

But after that he got you. You just walked into his life and showed him how he wasn’t doomed no matter what. You treated his like he wasn’t broken, just what he needed.

Dabi walked to the bathroom the idea being that he could wash his face. Killing people for the league was never easy but he felt worse than normal. You had been busier with work than normal and Dabi missed you so much. (Not that he would admit it to you.) But fuck he needed you so much. He wanted to pull you against him and hold you until you two would fall asleep.

Dabi washed his face with ice cold water and looked himself from the mirror above him. There they were... Dabis beautiful white hair peaking at the roots. His eyes widened running his wet hands through his hair. His stomach turned upside down, and he was close to throwing up. It wasn’t his hair, it was Toyas hair.

The front door was always hard to open, in the time that you had lived with Dabi, twice you had been able to open it with the first try, and today was not different. But through the door you could hear something breaking, like glass. Panic rose in you. What if the heroes found out where you and Toya lived?! You turned the key one more time door opening.

You took a quick look inside but nothing different was on your view, you stepped in closing the door silently behind you. “Toya?” You whispered leaving your bag and coat at the hall and kicking your shoes off.

When you two got closer he talked about his past for the first time. You still remember the tear-filled night. You had cried like baby, and he would have done the same if he could have. He told you his real name and said how it would be okay if you wanted to call him that in private. So, it became a habit of yours, calling him Toya in private but still, and you could feel how he liked it more than he let on. But still, in your mind you always called him Dabi, it was his safe heaven, a person that wasn’t built for Endevour, a person that was built for himself and him only.

“No...,” You could barely the whimper in the bathroom.

“Dabi? Are you okay?” You asked concern in your voice while stepping just closer and closer to the half open bathroom door. You took ahold of the edge of the door ready to open it.

“No! Don’t come in, please!” Toya begged on the other side of the door. He never acted this way. He would show his feeling only in private in private moments between you.

“Toya, what’s wrong? You know that you can talk to me,” You half yelled panic truly getting the better of you.

“Don’t call me that!” It wasn’t a beg it was a command, but it was filled with hope that I would obey it. You had enough and you opened the door seeing Dabi on the floor. His hands were bloody and his unburned skin pink from scratching. Some hair on the floor, and his shirt half torn off. Broken mirror on the wall and its bloody pieces on the floor.

You had to cover your mouth making sure that you didn’t upset him just more. You could feel the need to cry but pushed it to the side not wanting to remind his inability to do the same.

“Y/N...,” Dabi whimpered trying to push himself off of the floor and you ran to his aid. You lifted him up and let him sit on the toilet seat. His head was hanging low while you looked for the first aid kit under the sink.

You sat on your knees and started to patch up his broken bloody knuckle, but still Dabi didn’t turn to look at you. You knew how Dabi was when the bad memories hit him, in those cases he needs gentle voices and touches without scolding too much. He needs to calm down with someone with him, without someone he might fall back into his own thoughts. So, like always you stayed with him, without a question.

“I’m sorry that I yelled at you...,” Dabi murmured still staring at his hands after you moved on to his skin. You had to shake your head, Dabi never had a sense of his anxiety being okay, to him it was always a burden for someone else, you in this case.

“You have nothing to be sorry about...,” You whispered, and you could feel Dabi relaxing under your touch. But still, he shook his head.

“You want to tell me what happened?” You didn’t expect him to answer, but you had to let out a sad sigh when he took a moment before speaking. Dabi had a habit of taking few deep breaths before saying something hard to him, it happened a lot when you were talking in the bed.

“My hair, the roots,” He didn’t need to say anything else. You just stood up and took a quick look at his roots. The beautiful sad white color was peaking under all of the black fluffy hair. A part of you loved the white roots but a bigger part of you knew that the original color brought so much pain to him.

“I can run to the store right now if you want,” He gave you a slight nod but still did not faze you.

“Dabi..., can you look at me?” You didn’t want him to do it because he felt like he needed. You wanted him to look at you because he wanted to. And it seemed like he wanted to look at you, because he raised his head just enough that your eyes locked.

His eyes were full of tears that would never be shed. And his cheek bleeding from the staples. You raised your hand ready to wipe the blood away when he caught your hand pressing it to his thig.

“I need to know that you will be fine if I leave for a moment,”

He nodded again but firmer this time so you got up giving him a quick smile before leaving for the store.

“Dabi! I’m back!” You said while stepping back to the same so familiar apartment. And there he was now on the couch watching TV without a shirt and a band-aid on his cheek, that he had place by himself.

“Hi...,” His voice was quiet but still you could see a slight smile on his face while getting up and walking to you. You showed the dye box to him grin on your face.

Dyeing Dabis hair had become an almost meditative state. You had done it so many times that you didn’t need to look the instructions or even think what the next step was going to be. And Dabi didn’t pay much attention what was happening with his hir, he would just listen while you would ramble about the day that was now behind you two. Him sitting on the floor legs crossed and torso bare. And you on the toilet seat plastic gloves on your hands that were way too big for you.

“He didn’t even say thank you to me, he just went past me without a word,” You vented to Dabi while applying the dye close to his scalp. Once in a while he would let out a small laughter, but still, you could feel him being on the edge.

“I can take care of him if you want?” Dabi said between your vent and you couldn’t place it if he was joking or not. You really didn’t even want to know but you had to ask. “I can’t tell if you are joking or not,” You admitted.

“If you ask nicely, it can become true,” Toya said grin appearing on his lips.

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