#i wanted to draw him pantless I think hes cute

[tangentrina]

Where'd Sunshower Yi Sang's pants go. he's gonna catch a cold. this is not okay

Sillier censor under readmore:

No peeping.

[crimsonbubble]

Ok a fluff request to cleanse the dash: Sleeping with ATEEZ - do they like to cuddle, are they talkers or do they just want to go straight to sleep, pajama preferences, etc.

ATEEZ Reaction: Sleeping With Them (not sex, you horny little shits)

Hongjoong

- I feel like Hongjoong is a secret cuddler

- like he says he doesn't like skinship (which is a god damn lie)

- but I think that once he knows you've fallen asleep

- he'll throw an arm over your waist and pull you into him

- and fall asleep that way

- I also think that when you wake up

- his arms are still around you and his head is buried in your neck

- and he says he doesn't like skinship

- if it's one of those sleepless nights

- I think that he'll talk about the things you've done that day

- or about things that he has planned

- for pajamas I don't think it's that orderly

- from what Hongjoong himself said

- he said he wears a top but not bottoms

- so essentially he goes to bed pantless

Seonghwa

- this boy is no doubt, a cuddle bug

- wow that gif actually proves my statement, I didn't even plan that jsjssn

- he would wrap his arms around you and hold you close to his chest

- he'd be rubbing up and down your back or your sides

- he'd probably ask you about your day

- making sure that you've eaten and drank enough water

- make sure that you've smiled ad laughed

- he has that motherly caring nature, ok?

- he'll only fall asleep once he knows that you've fallen asleep

- for pajamas, I think a simple shirt and shorts

- maybe just boxers and a shirt but that's up to your imagination

- or maybe just the shorts or boxers if he really decides to ;)

Yunho

- CUDDLY BABY

- let him cuddle you

- let him hold you close to him

- let him kiss your cheeks and forehead while he asks you how your day went

- let him play with your hair as he talks about the things he did with his members

- fall asleep with your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat

- let him shower you in endless love and cuddles

- pajamas, I'm pretty sure would be a shirt and shots ngl

Yeosang

- he's a fairly reserved and quiet person

- but that doesn't mean that he won't cuddle you

- he's not gonna cuddle you like yunho in a bear hug

- but he will wrap his arm around your waist

- and slowly inch you closer to him

- he'd probably sleep in regular shorts and shirt

- maybe kiss your forehead

- probably caress your stomach before falling asleep

- but would make sure that you're sleeping before he is

San

- another cuddly baby

- he's going to give you so many soft kisses

- on your lips, cheeks, forehead, neck and shoulders

- his hands are either holding yours or resting on your stomach or back

- would sing softly to you if you can't sleep

- gets all soft and mushy when you out your head on his chest and wrap your arms around his torso

- make sure to hold him just as tight as he holds you

- probably sleeping in a simple shirt and shorts (who would've guessed)

- if you place a few soft kisses on his cheeks and lips, he will melt into you

- please just shower him in love and make sure to cuddle him a lot

Mingi

- he's so freaking cute I can't sjsjj

- he's a cuddle bug

- let. him. hug. you.

- give him kisses and tight hugs

- let him know he's yours and that you love him

- sleeps in a shirt and pants or short depending on his mood

- he's going to talk to you about the little things he finds amusing about his day

- please listen to him and give him a little positive input

- kiss his cheeks and hold him tight

Wooyoung

- a babie

- let him tackle hug you

- he's going to ask about your day before you can even open your mouth

- he'd also stroke your hair while you talk, giving small affirmations here and there

- he'd stroke the back of your hand with his thumb and kiss your cheeks very often

- make sure to kiss his in return

- hold and play with his hand while he talks

- maybe steal a few kisses while he talks

- he would probably tickle you for interrupting him

- but he's awarded with your laugh, so he lets it slide

- another simple shirt and shorts

Jongho

- soft babie

- he would definitely ask about your day and health before his

- asking if you've eaten and had a sufficient amount of water

- makes sure to hold your body close to his while you talk

- his hands are on your hips, drawing random shapes into the skin

- his eyes just scan over your face

- your soft yet tired eyes

- cute nose

- soft lips

- squishy cheeks

- and he'd just kiss you all over

- smiling against your skin's s he just grabs your face and just kisses it

- most of them probably sleep in a shirt and shorts

- so no surprise there

[nightshade-minho]

-MoonStorm-

Warnings: superhero!reader, super villain!Hyunjin, blowjob, fingering, unprotected sex, dubious morality etc.

FireSable (Part 2)

You checked the mirror to make sure your mask was secure, turning around to inspect your spandex-covered ass. The radio crackled in the back, and you could hear the news reporter’s voice drone on and on.

“Last night, the Moonsable’s goons struck yet again, causing a number of casualties and starting a fire which devastated two buildings and injured more than 50 people. The city’s vigilante, Firestorm, was missing in action last night. The last reported sighting of the mysterious superhero was a week ago-“

You sighed. That news reporter never managed to pronounce the word ‘sable’ right. Anyhoo.

You crawled out of the window of your apartment, angling your body and turning it around. You scaled the wall, reaching the roof, and proceeding to jump off it, onto the next building. You began making your way to the secret hideout you knew the way to all too well.

The night was thick and foggy, but your vision was enhanced and hence, it wasn’t a problem. About ten minutes later, you stood in front of the shed.

It might have looked like a shed, alright. However, it was hiding a much different complex underneath. You walked over, punching the code onto the discreet pad. The light glowed green and your heart thumped as the door slowly swung upwards, letting you in.

As you stepped in, the floor moved beneath you, and suddenly you were plummeting. However, you were slightly used to this. So, you stuck to the wall until the elevator reached its destination, slowly creaking open.

The vast metallic hallway in front of you had guards lining it. Feeling annoyed, you stepped forward, and they reacted immediately, the closest one swinging a punch at you, which you easily blocked. Sighing, you turned around just in time to kick another one in the face, screaming when you felt a hand pull your hair backwards. You somehow managed to turn around, swinging your knee and hitting the guard in the crotch.

This would usually be the time when some sort of kickass background music would play, if you were in a superhero movie. However this was real life. So you settled for the groans and shouts of pain of the guards around you as you wiped the floor with the rest of them.

You groaned in slight pain. The guy had pulled your hair so hard that a slight ache had settled itself in your head. Sometimes, you contemplated cutting all of your hair off.

You stormed forward, angry, running your hands over a small tear in your suit. You scowled about having to patch that up when you returned home. As you pressed the button on the next door and the light turned green, you let out an annoyed grunt of frustration when you were met with another group of guards.

It was about half an hour later when you finally arrived at the final door, bigger than all the others, clutching your arm in pain. You punched in the same passcode you used at the gate, and the light turned green, hopefully for the last time.

As the doors opened, you were immediately hit with the scent of fresh magnolias.

It was slightly dark inside, but you could just make out a big chair and a figure sitting in it. The wall behind it was covered in screens, playing scenes from the CCTV network.

“Took you long enough. I’ve been watching you for the past forty minutes. I was kind of getting impatient. It was indeed hot to see you kick their asses so easily, though.”

You heard his voice and scoffed, kicking off your boots at the entrance as you sauntered in further. Letting your hand ghost across the wall, you found a light switch, which bathed the room in a little more light than before. It was still pretty dark, but now you could see his handsome face staring at you with a smirk.

You grunted. “I don’t get it. I’ve come here about a million times and each time I’ve got to fight your stupid guards. Don’t you think it’s about time you tell them about us?”

“What, that you come here not to fight me but to fuck me instead? Yeah...I don’t think so, princess.”

“Whatever.”

You walked to him and sat on his lap, your back facing him. He placed both of his hands on your thighs, running them up and down. “You look good in spandex.”

“I know. You know the deal, right, Moonsable?”

“Please, y/n. Call me Hyunjin. We’ve known each for so long, why the formalities?” He used his index fingers to draw his name on your thigh.

“And yeah, I remember. Have sex like we always do, and then I back off and don’t attack any civilians. However, you didn’t come by last week. And leaving me with blue balls is in violation of our contract...so I had to show you what happens. Hence, the little stunt last night.”

You made a sound of disapproval, when suddenly his hand made his way up to your neck, grabbing the zipper and slowly pulling it down, so that your breasts could be exposed. Then his hands made their way down and slowly pulled down your pants. “Get these silly things off.”

You complied, kicking the pants off.

He made a slight choked noise when you settled yourself in his lap, now pantless.

“You-you don’t wear underwear with your suit...?”

“It was a choice limited to today.”

He chuckled. “Well, it’s a great surprise.”

You slipped off of his lap all of a sudden, kneeling on the ground between his thighs. You expectantly looked up at him, and he gave you that signature smirk, pulling down his pants slightly so that his cock could pop out. It was already half hard from you being on his lap.

You took it in your hand, stroking it slightly, watching as it grew harder. You looked up at him. He had his head thrown back, looking ethereal in the dim light.

Not being able to take it anymore, you licked his tip, taking his angry red cock into your mouth with no hesitation. Fuck, he was big. You forced him down until he hit the back of your throat.

“Fuck...you’re really...fucking good at this, huh? You should just do this full time, instead of running off to play hero all the time.”

You didn’t say anything, bobbing your head up and down as you blew him to the best your capability. You felt him twitch in your mouth, and you went faster. But suddenly, his hand was in your hair. He pulled you off him, his dick slipping out of your mouth, smearing pre-cum on your lips.

You look up at him, confused.

“Ah ah ah. Nice try. It’s cute that you think you can make me cum early. I’m sorry to inform you, but the only place I’ll be cumming tonight is inside your tight pussy, baby.”

He pulled you up, settling you on his lap again, his cock in between your thighs. He removed his gloves before putting one of his hands on your boob, stroking your nipple as his other hand slid down to your lower half. He used his fingers to caress your folds, smiling when he felt your wetness.

“Gosh, you’re absolutely dripping.”

Hyunjin’s fingers pushed into your pussy at a very slow rate, causing you to throw your head back onto his shoulder. “H-hyunjinnnn...mmm...”

You moaned as he found your sweet spot, rubbing over it leisurely. “So warm, too. Is it because of the pyrokinesis?” You couldn’t reply, too preoccupied wiith how his fingers felt inside you. Just as you felt your high building, he removed his hand. You were about to complain when he lifted you up, adjusting your pussy so that your slit lined up with his leaking dick.

He pushed in, and your mind exploded with ecstasy. God this felt good. It was so fucking wrong, but it felt amazing. The guilt and pleasure mixed together in your clouded mind.

He thought so too clearly, if his moans were anything to go by. His fingers on your waist lifted you up again, only to slam you back down onto his cock. He continued doing this, spearing you on his length over and over again, forcing you to let out whiny, high pitched moans every time his cock brushed against your g-spot.

It felt so good. Suddenly, he lifted you off his dick completely, flipping you around so you were facing him, and leading his cock back into your tight cunt.

Your mouths found each other. You made out sloppily, a mess of saliva and blinding passion.

He stood up all of a sudden, still inside you. Walking over to the wall, he fucked you against it, and you wanted to cry with pleasure.

“I killed 50 people indirectly yesterday. But it was all worth it, since it got you here.”

“You’re an...an asshole, you know that?”

“Says the ‘hero’ who’s got the supervillain’s cock in her right now.You could turn me in anytime you wanted. You’re the only one who knows my identity, after all.”

“We’ve known each other since college, Hyunjin. You were helpful and kind...one of my closest friends. Where did it all go wrong? When did you become...this homicidal maniac?”

He very briefly slowed down his thrusts, and you felt something change in his eyes. A vulnerability, gone so fast that you almost thought you had imagined it.

“I...there are few things in life I can control. My entire life, I had nothing. I was just a part of the background. My family didn’t really like me. No friends, well, except for you. No...no purpose.”

He slammed into you with a particularly hard thrust, forcing a cry out of you. Looking into your eyes, he bit his lip.

“Call me insane, y/n. But this feels right. For once, I’m the one in control. And if it gets you in my arms as well, then that’s an added bonus.”

You frowned. Your brain was turning into mush with the streaks of pain and pure ecstasy running through you. You were finding it hard to focus on his words...but the little bit that you understood scared you.

He moaned, his grip on you becoming tighter as he went faster. “Fuck...I’m gonna cum. You gonna be my good little cumdumpster, slut?” It was clear that he was trying to shift the mood. Hyunjin was aware of how much you enjoyed degradation.

“Truly worthless aren’t you? Imagine what the press would think. The ‘mysterious heroic vigilante’ filled with the vile, cruel villain’s seed.”

His words triggered something in you...something which turned you on and made you want to cry at the same time. The stroke of honesty behind his words was too profound. However, you were blinded by the pleasure, and you came just as he did.

Your pussy milked his cock of everything its got, your head pressed against the wall, Hyunjin’s lips sliding over your neck as your orgasm hit you hard.

The two of you stayed like that for a while, sweaty bodies pressed against each other.

You were finding it hard to keep your eyes open. Hyunjin noticed, and sighed. He pulled out, carrying you back to his chair and placing you on it. He removed his jacket, draping it over your snoring form.

As he stared at you, his heart clenched with a million emotions, half of which he couldn’t decipher.

What was he doing?

What were you doing?

It was an unusual arrangement, and a very toxic one at that. He was aware of that much.

He watched as you slept. One thing was for sure...he would do anything to keep you by his side, be it good or bad. In the grand scheme of things, this was all that mattered.

You were all that mattered, and he would even change his ways for you...but for now, he let you sleep.

[cherryblossom-chopper]

Straw Hat Parent Headcannons

So while I was writing Sanji’s headcannons I was thinking about how much I love parent child relationships and now I can’t stop thinking about the Straw Hats as parents.

Luffy

The fun dad

He’d probably have oopsie babies

I’d be really poetic if Luffy had three sons, that’d make my little heart explode

He’d love playing with his kids but his poor S/O would probably have to make sure he wasn’t being too rough with them

Luffy would cry the first time he got to hold his child

I think he’d be really proud of all their milestones and brag on them

He’d teach his kid to steal food from Sanji for him

I can imagine him carrying his baby around in one of those chest pouches (??) 

As his kid got older Luffy would probably let them do more dangerous activities, but I think he’d know where to draw the line

Not a super responsible parent, but still a good dad

Zoro

Probably encourages his kid to be athletic

Has a strict schedule for them especially when the kid is little

Zoro puts his toddler on one of those baby leashes so his kid doesn’t wander away from him

Papa Zoro is the best to nap with

He has the best dad hugs

Zoro is overprotective and a strict dad but he tries to let his kid be independent as they get older

I think Zoro would have a hard time with the idea of his kid growing up, like that's his baby and they’re getting older and going off and having their own life. He’d never admit that though

Zoro is kinda like a sports dad so I think he’d have a hard time connecting with his child if they were a book worm or just not all that athletic

His kid would probably be tasting alcohol at a young age, they’re first real drink would be a very proud moment for Zoro

Responsible parent, but a strict bean dad

Nami

THE WINE AUNT

Her kid is probably an accident, or adopted due to bad circumstances

I think due to her past Nami would be more likely to adopt a younger kid

I’m not sure Nami 100% would want a baby or a toddler, but a six year old would be better for her

I could imagine Nami being like Whitebeard where she just adopts an army of children and she’s just their mom

Any child of Nami’s would learn how to at least pickpocket people

She’d never let them get to far into harms way though

Nami’s babies would be frugal as all get out and be finance experts by the time their ten years old, I swear

As her kids got older I think Nami would be less patient with them and start getting real sassy with them about their life choices

Sanji

The most responsible dad out on the sea

Would not raise his kids the way he was raised, especially if their his daughters

His daughters are going to be precious princesses that much be protected at all times

He would of course love his kids no matter the gender (or lack of) they associated with

His kids would be taught to be well mannered at all times, manners are key to being successful

No toddlers in the kitchen it too dangerous

Carries his newborn child around in a baby sling?

Co sleeping at least for a few months

Every milestone is going to celebrated with cake and cookies and whatever else his baby wants

There will be tears

Usopp

He’s going to be a nervous wreck, oh my lord

“The baby won’t eat! What if they die!?”

“I’ve lost my child”

I cannot express how freaking stressed his going to be this poor boy

Usopp won’t have a leash or anything but he’s probably thought about

“I’m the Great Dad Usopp!”

Getting his kids to fall asleep is hard because he gets too excited with his stories, but he can always entertain them

Usopp would be stressed when his kid was a newborn, but when his kid starts walking that’d be a while new level of actual stress

He’d follow his toddler around the ship making sure they didn’t fall over board

Helicoper parent to the max

Probably a lot more chill when his kids get older though

Yasopp will get so many letters begging for advice

Chopper

His kid would probably a child he found that was really sick or injured that he got attached too

Chopper would be a worry wart but nowhere near as stressed as Usopp

At least every six months his kid would get a full body check up, just to be safe

He’d be sure his kid knows basic first aid and CPR

OHMY Matching hats; Chopper would totally try and let them have matching hats. Oh thats so cute

Chopper would 100% send a letter to Dr. Kureha that she’s a grandmother, this lady would totally cry

Chopper would try to dress his toddler up in little matching onsies a lot 

I think he’d cry when his kid got taller than him, which wouldn’t take long but still

Robin

Please allow me to introduce the best parent of the entire crew

she’s already the mom friend so like it’s time for a baby

I’d adore a Frobin baby but if it doesn’t happen, it doesn’t happen

Robin would read her child to sleep every night even if she just read them a history text book

Her kid would be able to read poneglys and when the got older Robin would recruit them to help her learn more about the ancient writing

I think Robin would be absolute elated to have a baby, but I think she could experience a bit of post partum depression

I think she’d be extra careful when her kid is young. Robin deeply fears losing her baby or passing away and her child has to live on without her

She doesn’t want the past to repeat itself and she’ll do everything in her power to protect her child

Her devil fruit lets Robin be the absolute master at tickle fights

Other than Sanji’s kid her child would be the most well behaved

Best parent on the crew hands down

Franky

Dad jokes thx

Franky would be all over his kids.

Everything his kids did would be worth celebrating. Each milestone woud be absolutely super

I can only imagine how much he’d purposefully embarrass his kids when they’re teenagers

Franky is crying all the time. His kid is born; crying. His kid starts walking; crying. His kids first word; crying. You get the picture

Franky would film his kid in shitty home videos all the time. ALL THE TIME.

He made a specialized baby pouch on his body so he could carry his child around

This kid will not have pants on. A pantless child will be running around the Sunny

Dad Franky is going to be giving his kids fun hairstyles on the daily

Probably the most involved Dad other than Usopp maybe

He’d be the type of parent to fight PTA Moms and stuff but also bring cookies to the little league games

Brook

I’m sorry but I cannot imagine this man with a baby. Like... I dunno if it’s because he’s a skeleton but I can only imagine him with a bunch of cats. I think Brook would take in a child if need be but I just don’t think he’d want one of his own. I honestly just can’t really imagine it. I think he’d be a decent baby sitter and the fun weird uncle that everyone has tho

IMPORTANT UPDATE ABOUT BROOK

Alright so user, Sanny-chan5 mentioned that Brook is like a grandpa and omfg yes. I didn’t think of that so now I have Gramps Brook Headcannons for ya’ll

Weird pocket candy

Tells the same like six stories over and over again to his grandkids

Special grandpa-grandbaby music lessons

“You wanna comb my Afro?”

Grandpa Brook just 100% for carrying his grand baby on his shoulders

They could wear his hat and he’d cry

Brook likes to make his soul exit his body to scare them but he’d feel bad if they got real upset

Lullabies

Is the crews official grandpa

[vividlybnha]

Comfort In Crying

Warnings: Blood, Injuries, crying, cursing.

Word Count: 3,382

Relationship: Dabi x Reader

Author’s Note: This story is based off the theory that Dabi is apart of the Todoroki family.

There is a softening sickness to his voice. It's too gruff, too sore, too sad, too tired, too terrible to be his. His feet shift against the floor in the way you know he hates and that should really be the first warning sign but it isn’t. You hear his stifled whines and groans, you already know.

You’ve never seen Dabi cry before. It's always smirks and quirks of eyebrows which is all he really is. It's always him. But now it’s not and it really shouldn’t hurt you as much as it does but you know him better than you know yourself. You really should just leave, close up and run away but there is a deep seeded sadness in his weeps as you hear his voice crack.

He probably doesn’t even know your awake. He is walking between the corridors of the base but he is there all the same. It’s not your problem. It was never your problem and while he trusts you more than he cares to admit he would never show you his tears. His weak side is his and your villains for christ sake. You are supposed to be cruel and terrible and devilish but hearing him cry brings back the feelings you had left behind. It’s not your problem.

His shuffles grow quieter and there is a deep dark stain in you, settled in your stomach and growing to pull your organs in. You press your palms to your temple and you sigh. He’s going to get angry with you, it's almost imminent but the stain pulls and curls in your stomach and your feet are moving before you can tell them to stop.

He must have heard you moving because there is a quick abrupt stop to his crying, but the sniffles are still there and you can imagine how he feels: sick and vile. You are slow to open the door, pulling it in and watching the shadows cast out in the hall, his hair peeking up from the shadows.

“Go back into your room.”

You finally look at him, anger settling inside you. This fucking idiot. And while you’d love to replace your sadness with your ever-growing anger, there he is. He almost looks pleased to see you and not Twice or Toga but that doesn’t displace his anger and the tears continue to dribble down his cheeks, catching on his staples. You try to ignore the implicit look in his eyes, and the bruises that litter him. He wouldn’t want you to pity him.

“I sai-”

There is a crack in his voice and you can see him jerk as another sob racks through him. He crosses his hand over his chest and pulls the other up to smother his cries. You look away and step back into your room leaving space for him to enter.

“Get in.”

There is a long silence, his cries don’t stop. You don’t expect him to answer or to even listen to you, the stubborn mule, but he does. There are no words exchanged.

Closing the door you turn into your washroom, soaking, and wringing a towel. You walk out and he hasn’t sat down yet, flush against the door and a look in his eye.

“Sit down. I’ve gotta look at your injuries.”

You try to make it soft, to make sure he isn’t too overwhelmed but he flinches nonetheless.

“What are you going to do?” The malice in his voice hurts, God does it hurt but his eyes don’t match his words and you wish you could be thankful for that.

“I’m gonna fix you up, now sit down.”

“No!” The burst of flames travel up his shoulders and sets a dangerous glow of blue to light up the room. You don’t flinch.

“I don’t mean that. Are you gonna tell everyone how fucking pathetic I am? Are you gonna joke with Tomura and show him how shitty of a villain I am?” His voice isn’t his, he looks so scared, so tiny and cold, even with the fire traveling up him he looks so exhausted.

“You oughta be a real dumbass to think that I’d do that to you.” The glare settles his anger and his fire flickers, dropping low.

“I’m not here to here to bully you, you idiot. I’m here to make sure your okay.” You keep up the eye contact, a light-hearted annoyance in your stare. He can’t manage to look at you but he does move towards you, body stiff and letting out pained groans. The tears have not stopped but he is quieter.

He falls into place next to you, hissing in pain, he still won’t look at you. You pull the first-aid kit from underneath your bed, and quickly flip it open and place it next to you.

The fire still glows bright on his shoulders but as you softly brush the wet rag against his cheek it slowly smothers. His hands are clenched so tightly at his sides, slightly shaking as he tries to stop crying. He still won’t look at you. You want to hug him and tell him that he is so much better than tears, that he doesn’t need to cry when he has you but you don’t. You gently cup his face in your hands and wipe his cheeks.

He looks up at you, cheeks softly squished together and you can’t deny he looks so cute despite the upturn of his eyebrows and the tears. He reminds you of a sad puppy, he wouldn’t let you do this any other time so you take what you get and swallow down your laugh. He looks away again.

“Take off your shirt.”

He doesn’t hesitate, the smug bastard. You watch as he discards the shirt, letting the blood, tear and sweat-soaked shirt slide to the floor.

His chest isn’t any better, there are small burns, bruises, and cuts trailing up his abdomen. You press a cold hand to it and his hands clench tighter, his suppression of a groan still makes it to your ears. He doesn’t say be careful, or that it hurts or no complacent smirk accompanied with a flirty remark. He just continues to cry. You don’t blame him.

You brush the towel softly on his wounds, dry blood slowly dissipating. You ignore the tears that drop onto your hands.

It's quiet as you wash him, the wind howling and banging against your window but inside, with you so close to him he hasn’t spoken a word. You wish you could bring the courage to say something sassy or funny, anything to see him other than sad but he was always better at starting your arguments than you were. So you grab your phone and scroll through your playlists, settling on something soft. Not to much pop and happy beats but not too much sadness and slow lyrics.

Dabi seems to appreciate it, a soft rumble in his chest and he hums a thank you. You move to wash his arms.

The silence isn’t as unbearable anymore. Sometimes he hums along, sometimes you do. Somewhere along the way, he stopped crying instead turning his head up to face the ceiling. You’ve finished cleaning him but now there is fresh blood oozing from some of the deeper cuts. You unwrap the gauze quickly and set them onto his wounds, he pulls back quietly. “Hold this down.”

He looks so gone, empty but he listens and keeps the gauze pressed onto the wounds. You wrap his wounds as swiftly and softly as you can. He grunts in pain every few seconds. You can see some of the bruises on him have grown darker since you started. You inhale and check him over. He looks terrible, the pain obvious on his face but you’ve done all you can.

“I’m going to need to change those bandages later. Now take off your pants.”

He should have made a joke, something simple and stupid about you finally getting to him pantless, or wink at you, something. He isn’t. He won’t look at you but he discards his pants to the side, you can see him shiver at the cold in his simple boxers. He doesn’t use his quirk to warm himself.

There aren’t as many injuries on his legs but you still frown at the bruises and nicks that litter them. You walk to the bathroom to wash and rinse the rag from its blood. The music faintly drifting into the room, you hear a muffled creak of your bed and you finish wringing out the towel.

Dabi is laid back, staring up at the ceiling, you try and ignore the tears leaking from his eyes.

“You better not be getting blood on my bed.”

You try to sound joking, anything to not be sad or angry but the crack in your voice is so loud and so wrong, and none of this should be happening but it is. You draw in a shaky breath. It’s not your turn to panic, there is no reason why you should be panicking.

Dabi doesn’t say anything but you see his eyes flash toward you as you move over to him. They meet yours and you feel the breath in you leave so, so quickly. He looks away and doesn’t say anything.

“Lift.” You place a soft hand on his legs to signal him and he does so, a small tremble in them as you slide under placing them in your lap as you began to clean the wounds.

You want to say something, anything but you let the music do your work of filling the void. Yet it feels so empty.

You don’t know how late it gets but by the time you're finished bandaging his wounds and pushing his legs off you there is only a little bit of light slicing through the window and you can see the tiredness plaguing Dabi.

You drop the rag off in the sink and then walk over to the other side of the bed, sliding quietly into the covers. Dabi rested on top the blankets, the occasional tear sliding down his cheeks. You reach out to the phone lying in the crevice between you and him. He moves his hand, sliding it on top of yours. You suck in a breath.

“Thanks. I’m sorry you had to deal with this”

You curl your hand into his, its warm.

“It’s you, Dabi. I’d do a lot for you.”

He lets out a quiet laugh, back arching slightly off the bed. Then everything is mute except for the quiet notes coming from your phone.

You want to ask him what's wrong, why, who did this and pull him close to you. You instead pull the blanket closer to you. it’s not your problem.

The minutes tick by and you feel the sleep burrow into you, your almost asleep when you hear him.

“You know-” He clears his throat.

“Sometimes I wonder about my mom. I know I’m a villain, a killer, a...me. But my mom…”

He pushes his hand through his hair and lets out another airless laugh. It hurts your chest, heart squeezing as you frown, it doesn’t sound like his laugh.

“She was good, ya know? She was amazing, always knew how to make me laugh, when I needed ice cream and was just...perfect.” He chokes on a sob, staring at the ceiling. He reaches a hand out like she is there.

“My dad wasn’t. He was so, so fucking horrible. I know I’m supposed to be like the embodiment of evil but sometimes I still have nightmares about him.”

His grip on your hand tightens and he brings his hand back down.

“I hated everything about him. He ruined our home. Our family.”

He has never sounded so sad.

“But-”

His voice cracks. It’s so broken. He is sobbing but he still manages to whimper out,

“I’d go back. I’d go back just to be with her again.”

He turns over and for the first real time that night he is looking at you and God, it's so intense. His eyes are burning into you and he looks this terrible happy. The kind of happy that is transparent and crazy. But he isn’t smiling.

“She would have loved you. I never got to bring anyone home but I bet...I bet she would have loved you.”

He is almost incoherent as he curls up, grunts of pain and sadness leave him but he doesn’t stop, he curls in tighter on himself, blood seeping through his bandages.

“She...she would of loved you.”

You slide closer to him, wrapping your arms around him and kissing his forehead. He rests his head on your chest and cries harder when he feels your lips on his forehead.

He doesn’t say anything through his sobs but he nods against you.

He repeats his words over and over, you don’t know if he is trying to convince himself of it.

You don’t know when he falls asleep but he does, warm and tears still leaking. You try your best to ignore the pool of tears on your shirt. You don’t want to move, he deserves his sleep. So you move your free hand to grab your phone and turn off the music. You place your phone behind you best you can, trying not to move too much or let go of his hand.

It's quiet now. Not the empty quiet. It's a somber one. He deserves more, more than what he was given with his life. You look at him, he looks so soft and peaceful, almost like a kid. You have never seen him like this before, you don’t know if you should enjoy it or not. You can’t decide and tug the blankets from underneath him, then pulling them up to cover him.

You bring your hand up to his face and wipe your thumb across his wet cheek. He squeezes your hand lightly.

“Mom.”

You almost don’t hear it. It was barely there but you heard it all the same. You feel the tears leap to your own eyes. He deserves better than this, better than this stupid life that he was given. You wrap your arms around him one more time, he hums lightly.

You fall asleep crying, low whimpers seeping out of you. You can barely feel his fingers wipe the tears off of you but you're already gone by then.

You feel the warmth leave you before you register that you're awake. You can hear the fabric shifting and Dabi leaving the bed.

You open your eyes, sunlight is bursting into your room. It settles with large lines shattered over his skin and the walls.

You settle on your elbows trying to brush the sleep out of your eyes.

“Hi”

“Hey...I’m sorry.”

He pulls his clothes on quickly.

“You're okay. No need to apologize.”

He stops for a moment, looking at you from the corner of his eyes then begins to put on his shirt. You don’t miss his bloody bandages nor the blood-soaked sheets on your bed. In seconds your next to him.

“Hey no, sit back down I have to change your bandages.”

He scoffs and reaches for his pants. He won’t look at you.

“I have work to do today. Thank you for helping me but I gotta-”

You push him back down and he plops on the bed, soft grunts of pain leave him.

“I’m helping you whether you like it or not dumbass.”

He doesn’t want to look at you. He doesn’t look like he is going to cry but you can see regret in his eyes. He doesn’t struggle to get up and leave.

“Take off your clothes.”

He scoffs as you make your way to get another towel and more medical supplies. You smile as you walk back, wet towel and bandages in hand. He has his humor back which is great but he still looks so empty.

It starts silently as you clean him. He is laid back, almost relaxed but you can see how tense he really is. He looks scared, it’s underlying, you wouldn’t notice it if you hadn’t known him as long as you have but you do.

“She sounds amazing, you know?”

He looks at you with a somber gaze. He is so much more stable than yesterday but if you push too far he’d cry again. He lets out a soft chuckle, it sounds so sad.

“She was. Ya know...there was one time it was so hot at home, like boiling hot, you wouldn’t believe it! This was before she was too scared of him. She just kinda sat there with us, until she realized she had an ice quirk.”

He looks happy, his eyes water for a second but it goes away as soft giggles come in.

“She...she made it snow for us. I think it was honestly one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen. The snow looked so precious as it fell. I remember laughing and playing with my siblings, I cannot tell you how much snow my brother tried to eat before my mom stopped him. I think that was one of the few times I saw her smile, like really smile.”

A sad smile engulfs his face, you would hold his hand if you weren’t cleaning his wounds.

“I wish I got to see her.”

He smiles at you, “Me too.”

He looks back up at the ceiling, a small wistful grin settled on his lips. It's quiet again.

You pat him gently when you finish bandaging him.

“Well, I’m done here, buckaroo.”

You didn’t want to tell him to leave, you wanted him to stay. You wanted to hug him and talk to him about his mom.

He stood, hesitant and lighter than when he came in but still gone. He pulls his clothes back on. You stare at the lights that project on the wall.

“I meant it, you know.”

He is so close to the door, hand shadowing the doorknob. He could be gone in a second. He turns, he isn’t crying as you would think but there is a wobbly smile on his face.

“She would of loved you.”

You don’t even know why you’re crying until you are, sobbing and bowed down, crunching in on yourself. It hurts, but you’re not injured, it’s your heart and it hurts so much.

You walk over to him slowly and shaky. You wrap your arms around him and he feels so fucking warm. You try not to cry on his shirt.

“You deserve more, you don’t deserve than this life.” It doesn’t sound like you, it sounds broken and hurt. You croak out another sob and try to speak but it disappears into mumbles and whimpers.

He gradually wraps his arms around you.

He probably thinks your pathetic for crying at his problems. If he does he doesn’t say anything but pulls you closer and kisses your forehead. You can’t help but wonder if this is how he’d feel with his mom. Her hugging him and taking all his fears away. You can’t stop the loud groan that comes and you’re hugging him so tight you think you might be hurting him.

“You deserve so much more. You deserve to have a mom, you deserve to be happy. You should of never have been evil.”

It’s coming out so fast. your such a blubbering mess you can barely register what you’re saying but you do hear what he says, as loud and clear as day.

“I know...I know”

Your chest hurts so much, your heart feels like it's ripping at your rib cage, playing music on your bones, you sob harder.

“You deserve your mom, you deserve to be with her.”

He just nods into your neck.

It takes a while until you stop crying. You feel empty but you’re so full. Dabi wipes the tears from your cheeks, just like a mother would.

“I...I think I would of loved her.”

He laughs at that, but it isn’t rude, it's his laugh. You wipe the tears that escape his eyes.

“Yeah, I think you would of too.”

[queerloveandspaceships]

Mix tape and wardrobe for the ocs of your choice!

Thank you SO MUCH and for your patience as I took a million years to answer this one!! I was hoping someone might ask me mixtape! I get obsessive with music for my OCs. Also I’m finally figuring out what “future fashion” looks like, so wardrobe is gonna be super helpful to think about!

mixtape: 5 songs that describe your OC(s) or songs they themselves would like.

I’m going to do six because I have six main characters, haha! I hope that’s okay!

Ben: “New Constellations” by Ryn Weaver -- This song captures Ben’s adventurous spirit, as well as his penchant for planning. He’s so concerned with the path he’s laid out for himself (the constellations with which he’s familiar, being the metaphor here), and this song, to me, encapsulates his realization that he can find or create NEW constellations to guide his life by, and that these new plans, new guiding lights will free him.

Ipeivie: “Known & Loved” by Joel Ansett (if you ignore the hymn at the end) -- To me, the great tragedy of Ipeivie’s life is that he’s never allowed someone to get to know him, not fully. And because he’s stopped himself from forming any deep, meaningful connections, he’s felt unloved and as though he doesn’t belong anywhere. This song captures the hope he feels on the precipice of someone truly knowing him, truly loving him -- and finally having a place to belong.

Rheom: “The Great Unknown” by Jukebox The Ghost -- This is such a Rheom song it’s painful. They are so curious about the universe, and so excited to strike out and find their own path. The future, and the entirety of space, is a mass of possibility to them. This song captures their optimism, their excitement, and their drive to learn everything there is to know. 

Rory: “The Best is Yet To Come” by Sheppard — We meet Rory at a point in his life in which he’s really dug himself a rut. He thinks that there’s nothing left to look forward to, and he doesn’t know who he is or what he wants, and he’s pretty sure he never will. This song is him just on the verge of the realization of his purpose, and the more important realization that he still HAS a purpose.

Poa: "Claustrophobic” by Cereus Bright -- Poa’s whole life has been a balancing act between what her family wants and expects from her and who she really is. Her family, and the honor of her pod, is EVERYTHING to her, and she’s followed a pretty strict path that they support and helped her choose, and while she likes her life for the most part, there are certain desires (that cute, chubby human girl, for one) and interests that she’s squashed to fit their mold. This song is all about that, to me.

Chhavi: “Sunshine” by POWERS -- Chhavi is DOGGEDLY optimistic, and I mean to say that when everything is falling apart around her, she will manically try to cling to hope. It’s almost a compulsion. In her mind, no matter what is happening, “Sunshine’s gonna come down,” any day now. Sometimes she even believes it! The energy of this song really captures her, I think.

wardrobe: what’s your OC(s) style like?

So I’m totally not doing all six for this one, haha! I’ll do Ip and Ben, since they’re the main boys of the first book (and where my brain is right now)

Dris fashion is all about function. Since they’re semi-aquatic, and LoDris is a hot planet, it’s often easier not to wear clothes at all. Going shirtless is very common, and the only pants anyone ever wears are tight, waterproof leggings-- often customized with geometric patterns and bulky belts where they clip their belongings. In Riali, the city where Ip grew up, it’s hotter than almost anywhere else on the planet, but he always wears a shirt (tight, and made of the same material as typical leggings, always a single dark color so he doesn’t stand out). His markings are very unique, and usually considered weird and unattractive, so he tends to cover up. The military is a boon for him, because the military is one of the few institutions in which a full body-suit uniform is required. HOWEVER when he comes back from being stranded in time for two years, with a hot human boyfriend who thinks his spots are sexy, he goes shirtless ALL the time, and occasionally pantless, too. (Modesty is very different on LoDris. Lots of folks go pantless).

As for Ben, I’m kind of modeling the entire aesthetic of Future!Earth on ‘90s sci-fi, so a lot of shine, a lot of bright colors, and some really unnecessary accouterments. You’ll usually find Ben wearing a shirt that has a collar up to the middle of his neck, brightly-colored with a V-like dip from the top of the collar to his collarbone and a flare at his shoulders, plus straight-leg pants with an iridescent strip down the side and slick, slightly heeled shoes. In relation to the fashion of Future!Earth, this is basically the equivalent of a collared shirt and slacks. Some fashions are WILD (chrome arm-warmers that reach from wrist to bicep; foot-long, iridescent spikes in elaborate hairdos; what are basically electrical cords knit tight together to form corsets, crop-tops and the like. I wish I could draw so I could show you some of the crazy shit in my head).

Anyway, this got SO LONG I’m so sorry!!! I just..... have a lot of feelings. And it’s probably incoherent, but I tried. Haha!