#this might be cringe but it matters a lot 2 me ok

[bl-inkstone]

actually maybe i should come out and say that my asks are open for brainrots n stuff. requests for full fics aren't open rn bc im not really that confident about my writing, but plot bunnies and brainrots are all welcome!!

[stardew-shitposterino]

Most to least likely Stardew Valley Bachelor to be lovey dovey in a relationship

Ok peeps, I’m in the mood for some random posting. Since some of you enjoy it, I’ll commit to it ! Why not 🤷🏼‍♀️so let’s goooo✈️

Oh and btw: a bit of NSFW again because I’m a degenerate lol. Soz to the minors 🫣

1. Elliott:

-Elliott is the obvious choice, isn’t he ?

-this man has no chill when it comes to showing you how much he loves you

-he isn’t huge on baby talk, but he’s huge on medieval Shakespearean reenactment to show his love to you

-you might not always understand where his play on words come from, but it sure as hell makes you blush like a mess

-whenever you and him have a sleepover, he leaves a note on your table that reminds you of how much he adores you! So cute 🥰

-flowers, romantic dates, evenings spent at the pub sitting on his lap while he caresses your hair, marvelling at it with a slightly drunken gaze and red cheeks 😫🫡😍😏

-…I just know that guy eats you out like no other…I said what I said 🥸

2. Sam

-ok hear me out! Before you come for my throat, I think he is more likely to be very love drunken than some of the other choices. It’s a close call for the second place, but I believe he deserves it

-overused but I don’t care: he has the golden retriever energy. Maybe it’s his ADHD, but regardless, he’s a pure boy

-he might be a little anxiously attached to you because he won’t leave your side during your honeymoon phase

-he wants to hold your hand or touch you in some way all the time. He just loves having you close 🥺

-expect him to kiss you senseless whenever he can. Preferably in private because he doesn’t want his mum to find out through bystanders, that would be embarrassing. Other than that, he wouldn’t care for the life of him. If he can pepper your neck with little kissies, he will

-speaking of kisses: he’s generally a huge fan of intense make out sessions. He prefers them over sex any time. Not that he doesn’t like the other stuff, but to him, it just hits different

-imagine that blushy, heated face when you pull away 😳 eyes hazy and hair even more disheveled than before, just adoringly gazing back into yours and smiling ever so slightly (😩😭🫨)

3. Alex

-“still no Harvey?! What’s wrong with you!?”

-I know I KNOW. I know that Harvey is a sweet boy in the game who tells you a lot of cute stuff, but idk. Something about Alex makes me believe he will be more likely the kind of partner to be sweet and a bit cringe yet adorable when it comes to the person he loves

-he might not be a poet, but he shows his adoration in other ways

-back 👏🏻 hugs 👏🏻

-generally hugging you? He will do it all the time. Any time. He will climb through your small living room window to hug you at least once a day if he has to

-for some reason, he likes kissing your arms. Don’t ask me to elaborate, he just does. Like kissing them up and down. Oh and your thighs 👀 it doesn’t even necessarily lead to anything explicit, he just loves them so much

-he will tell you how you’re the love of his life and how he cannot wait to see you two grow old together. He will lay in bed with you, maybe just watching tv and randomly blurt out something like this: “wow, who would have thought that we’d end up like this, meeting in this tired town. Having you by my side, I might be the luckiest guy to ever exist.”

-Alex frequents the beach to talk to his deceased mother. It’s kinda sweet in a way because he will talk to her about the things happening in his life. Pre-dating as well as in the midst of your relationship, he tells her so much about you, wishing she was still alive to have met you as you are the best thing that has ever happened to him 😭

-Alex is a hunky boy, but he loves bathing with you :3 something about it just makes him feel extremely euphoric 🥰 but he will cup your boobs the whole time lmfao (no matter what kind you have). That might also lead to him kissing your neck the whole time till both of you are in the mood 😶‍🌫️👀

4. Harvey

-Harvey at forth ?! HARVEY?! COME OOOON

-yes, I know. But that doesn’t mean he isn’t cute and affectionate with you ! This ranking is pretty close as all of the bachelors have their qualities that make them good partners 🥺 it’s just based on my own headcanons or assumptions about what they might be like

-ok so Harvey is a little anxious mess but LOVES to be a real gentleman when he’s in love

-I’m talking putting on his finest Jazz and dancing with you in your living room, slow dancing while just enjoying each other’s closeness 👀😍

-Harvey shows his affection mostly through everyday things. Like making you coffee in the morning or cleaning up for you. Not to mention peppering you when you’re sick as well as doing small gestures that show you that he cares and wants to make the effort for you

-Harvey LOVES to put your foreheads together while holding you close. Since he’s way taller than you, he has to crouch a little in order to make it work (it’s so cute omfg 😭😤🥰😍💀🫣🫨😫)

-forehead kisses too 😭👏🏻😫 he’s all about soft, sweet affection

-there are many headcanons about spicy Harvey and I get where this is coming from, but I do believe that his sweet, pure side is predominant. Like yes he will want to sleep with you, you’re a couple and he’s not asexual, so why wouldn’t he want to do that 🤷🏼‍♀️

-speaking of this, he loves to lay in bed with you in your post-coital state. Like of course he enjoys the deed, but what he enjoys even more is the after math that consists of laying together, skin to skin, just talking or laying there in silence and enjoying each other. It gives him the feeling of being one with you, of growing even closer than before 🥺

5. Sebastian

-Sebby can be a really cute guy once he lets his guard down, but I don’t think he is the most obvious in love even when he is very infatuated with you

-he just isn’t that kind of guy, you know?

-Sebastian loves to cuddle with you in bed, especially while playing video games. His room is his safe space and sharing that space with you while doing something he enjoys, it’s just perfect to him

-he will show you how much he likes you by taking you on small adventures despite being a homebody. He didn’t fix up that motorcycle for nothing. Just you and him outside, discovering new places. It’s something he doesn’t offer to just anyone

-in public, he’s very reserved and doesn’t feel comfortable showing his affection, but at home? He latches on you and won’t let go. Of course he needs his space every once in a while, but it’s not rare for him to try and crawl under your shirt with you just to feel your warmth (he’s very cold most of the time)

-he loves touching your tummy. Ok ok I know this one is controversial but he just loves it. When you’re a little soft and he can grab onto something soft and warm? Oh boy, he will….he will 👁️ he also loves kissing your abdomen. Again, don’t ask me, I have my reasons

-when it comes to intimacy, he surprisingly prefers giving over taking. I have a feeling he prefers non-penetrative sex more ? At least speaking of “traditional” straight sex. Again, don’t ask, I cannot explain. So I imagine when he’s in a relationship with an AFAB farmer, he will want to either eat them out or finger them senseless because it brings him pleasure. It’s very specific I know but it feels right🤷🏼‍♀️

6. Shane

-you all know by now that I have a mild obsession with this guy, but yeah…I gotta admit he isn’t cutting it in this ranking

-it’s not that he isn’t capable of giving a lot of love, but he has his barriers that keep him from showing his love freely

-he will get there eventually, but before that, he’s very…well…tense ? He has a hard time initiating romantic gestures or telling you nice things

-again it’s not because he doesn’t want to, it’s that he is in his own head too much that he cannot garner the courage to do so. You’re dating but he still suspects it’s all a tasteless joke on him

-in those moments when Shane beats his inner critics, he can be such a sweetheart omfg

-I’m speaking kissing you behind your ear, caressing your waist and whispering sweet nothings in your ear. He isn’t very eloquent most of the time, but when the moment is right, he just knows what to say to you to make you feel loved

-Shane is the type of person to show his affection through mild bullying and joking around. He might be calling you a dwarf or giant (depending on your height difference) make fun of little things you do that he notices, but it’s never in bad taste. He always makes sure you know it’s just silly banter that usually ends in you two fighting playfully and then tumbling on top of each other, laughing and kissing 🥺🥰

-this man, this man loves when you sleep on his chest. On a lazy Sunday watching tv or just when he wakes up in the morning, noticing your head’s weight on him. It makes him feel useful, like he can protect you (let’s ignore that the farmer slays monsters as a side hustle, k). He will kiss your head ever so softly and whisper how much he loves you while doing it 😌

-if you want him to be the kind to hold your hand in public or kiss you, you’ve set your money on the wrong horse (rehab was supposed to be a fresh start), because he is not that kind of man, sorry 🤷🏼‍♀️ he will start to do it once he gets comfortable enough with you, but it’s not that much. PDA just isn’t in it with this guy 😤

-his spicy side? He has plenty spice, but when he’s in the mood for some romance, he likes it slow and sensual. It’s a bit out of character for him, but sometimes he just wants to enjoy your presence and the slow build up of excitement and arousal. Expect him to enjoy guided self-pleasure. Picture it like this: he sits behind you, taking your hand and guiding it through the process of what you’d do to yourself 🫣 while, again, whispering hot stuff in your ear (yeah my version of him is into whispering lmfao). That’s the good stuff 😫

[hansslut]

valentine's day with the yjs ୧ 💌 ୨

cw: pretty much just fluff !!! may have swear words included tho ??

a/n: made this for me and everyone else who's single on valentine's day too :l hope this make you all feel a lil better and ily mwah mwah, happy ( early ) valentine's day babes <3

NATALIE SCATORCCIO

- pretends she hates valentines day and everything that has to do it but deep down she adores it

- will stand awkwardly looking at the different kind of chocolates and sweets and being like "uhmmmm.....reeses are never a bad option i guess?" ALSO I FEEL LIKE she'd ask other people buying stuff for their partners what they're gonna get them cuz she's so confused 😭

- we all know she's a sucker for kisses, cuddles, holding hands, AAAANYTHING that has to do with physical touch but hates showing it so i think she'd use valentine's day as an excuse to be publicly affectionate a bit

- ok that's all i might add more later on

JACKIE TAYLOR

- she's OBSESSED with holidays and celebrations, whether it's valentine's day, christmas, anything

- waking you up at like 7am and being like "hi hi valentine hey you're my valentine it's time to wake up my valentine" while shaking you and smooching you all over

- she's never letting go of you on vday. always clinging by your side, holding your other hand while you're brushing your teeth, talking to you from outside of the door while you're on the toilet, hugging you by the waist when you're cooking

- wearing ridiculous matching outfits with her in PUBLIC. i feel like she'd have those shirts that say "their queen" AND YOU "her king/queen/monarch(☠️)" OR GETTING YOU THOSE SILLY LIL HEADBANDS THINGIES WITH THE JIGGLY HEARTS..

- knows exactly what to buy you and she's already gotten everything prepared😭 it's adorable cause she'll give you a gift of something you forgot you wanted and you're just sitting there standing like :O

SHAUNA SHIPMAN

- ditches you for jackie. end.

- JK. i think she'd just treat it like a regular day honestly

- gets you a chocolate and calls it a day but not in a bad way??? LIKE she already loves you and does a lot of things to show it so she doesn't really think valentine's day is necessary

LOTTIE MATTHEWS

- she's suuuuuuuuch a softie for showing you off and getting to shower you with gifts :(

- she wouldn't wanna go out too much, she'd probably have everything set out already. your gifts hiding in the closet, your sweets hidden in the fridge, everything prepared and on point

- i feel like since some of the yjs were mean to her and telling her to just stop talking and stuff, she'd be kinda closed off at the start and she'd be scared to show you how much she loves and adores you, but then when she sees that you accept and give her the same love back and even more she's SOOOO hyper

- writes you cheesy letters that you keep in your drawer forever and probably even little drawings of your favourite things or you and her 😭

VAN PALMER

- THE SILLY!!!!!MAI SILLY!!!DE SILLY!!!:DD

- arcade dates w them on valentine's day or going like on an amusement park☝️☝️

- they'd go print out some silly t-shirts for y'all... like "i love my van" with a picture of a van LMAOO and they'd make you wear it all the time

- if you want to do smth on that day, you BET you will. they'll never let you down i SWEAR they're the sweetest pookiest babiest to ever exist :(((((((((

TAISSA TURNER

- hates valentine's day more than anything... "what the fuck im NOT wearing that" when you ask her to match outfits with you but does it anyway

- she's miserable doing anything on valentine's day cause she thinks it's cringe but warms up to it when she sees how happy it makes you

- she's the girl that said "happy wife happy life" btw so she'll do anything u ask her to no matter how much she despises it which is.. a lot probably

- gets you a chocolate and takes 2 hours to decide if she should write you a corny letter with it and she scribbles down some ideas but then just puts :)

LAURA LEE

- as a christian we shouldn't be celebrating vday but im not really that religious so????

- but laura lee is so anyways she would be all like "im not going to sin, i don't want to disappoint my lord" 😭😭😭

- she'd still go on a date w you, well more like flower picking and stuff and she'd probably pull out the the bible and start reading to you but you love her too much to say no so you just listen

- ok yeah that's it end of post mwah mwah

[acotarfrustrations]

An ongoing list of acowar grievances I'm keeping track of while I read (because there's too many to make a post about all of them)

1) Feyre's constant edginess. It's such a bizarre and ham-fisted shift in the voice of the character from the previous book. Too much tell, not enough show

2) "that they thought Rhysand could ever force someone . . . I added that to the long list of things to repay them for.".........lol OK girl

3) Feyre all of a sudden knowing how to use every power she has despite her very limited "training"

4) constant mention of Lucien and Elain's mating bond. Not only do I not give a damn, I REALLY wish it wasn't a thing all together

5) CAN SOMEONE EXPLAIN THE IMPORTANCE OF THE MORTAL QUEENS TO ME? WHO TF EVEN ARE THEY?? It's so stupid that they don't get brought up until feyre is a fae like we have no clue the humans even have an overarching government until she's not human anymore. Why are they turning them Fae? What possible advantages can they grant the fae that they don't have already? How tf are there so many queens when the human territory is so small? For that matter, why tf is Hybern going to war over a tiny handful of humans? Why involve this convoluted plot with turning the mortal queens into Fae when it seems like the humans don't even know of their existence so they wouldn't listen to or follow them in the first place

6) this should be dual pov. I would LOVE tamlin's perspective or even lucien's

7) I need WAY more information about the cauldron because it makes no sense

8) this isn't a gripe but I just have to mention how bad I feel for lucien

9) somehow ianthe became 10x MORE boring as a villain. Like you could replace her woth Regina George and the book would be more interesting

10) WHY IS THERE SO MUCH SEXUAL ASSAULT, OH MY FUCKING GOD

11) this whole spying on the spring court thing is stupid, inefficient, and childish. The NC is risking the lives of all the courts doing this shit when they could easily just ACTUALLY TELL THE OTHER COURTS WHATS GOING ON TO GIVE THEM A CHANCE TO RALLY TOGEYHER AND DEFEND THEMSELVES, form an alliance, and reason with tamlin or attack him if he refuses to listen to reason. Most information they stand to gain from what they're doing is useless in light of how many fae and human lives stand to be lost or displaced

12) WE FUCKING GET IT FEYRE! THERE ARE TWO WOLVES INSIDE YOU! BENEATH YOUR SKIN YOU ARE A WOLF, A MOUNTAIN LION, A PANTHER, A COBRA, A TARANTULA, A BALD EAGLE, AND EVERY OTHER KIND OF PREDATOR UNDER THE SUN!!!!! JFC I GET SYMBOLISM BUT ITS GETTING CRINGE IN HERE

13) that entire ridiculous summer solstice scene in chapter 4

14) FEYRE COMPARING TAMLIN TO ARAMANTHA?! HELLO???????

15) the whole situation with using Lucien to make tamlin jealous is just....icky, idk

16) I almost regret wanting more political intrigue In these novels as it is by far Sarah Janet's weakest suit

17) framing jurian a villain is one of the dumbest decisions ever. Wish he had more screen time though

18) feyre's badass scene w/ the children of the blessed makes me wish that after she became fae, she returned to the human lands, killed/overthrew the mortal queens, said fuck you to tamlin and rhys, and just became queen of the mortal realms, having to earn her people's trust as a fae, protect and defend them, and come to terms w/ her loss of humanity. That would have been so EPIC

19) the entirety of chapter 8

20) the fact that acotar was written. If the series started w/ acomaf I would have a lot less problems. All the constant retconning and inconsistencies in canon and worldbuilding just keep pissing me off, idk I can't look past it

21) I'm losing count and I'm only on chapter 9 so I'm just going to keep reading for now. Might make a part 2 idk

[deliciouskeys]

Hot takes, roughly in order of how much I care…

Homelander and Ryan

I liked the what felt like 2 minutes of Ryan and Homelander that we got in this episode. I know where they’re going with this, but I expected so much worse from the slapping scene that was mentioned in spoilers. Is the Boys writers’ room going on record that corporal punishment may not be justified in the face of sexual harassment? Because I think that’s a controversial stance, especially if there’s a clear work power dynamic at play lol. Anyway, I’m glad they chose this gray scenario, because it’s really hard to be sympathetic with a guy like Adam.

When Homelander says “that’s… amazing”, I think that’s being interpreted as incredulous and dismissive in online circles. I think he’s genuinely surprised that’s what first comes to mind to his son, but I don’t think he’s disdainful per se. In Homelander’s mind “saving people” is very much synonymous with “putting wrongdoers in their place”. And since he sees society (‘in America’) as wrong, his grand plan of supes becoming more of a despotic pantheon over the normies isn’t necessarily in contradiction with Ryan’s desire to ‘save people.’ TL;DR I don’t think HL is dismissing Ryan’s aspirations out of hand.

(Hearkening back to “You people should be thanking christ that I am who I am, because you need me. You need me to save you, you do. I am the only one who possibly can.”)

ETA: ok I need to clarify this part since what I wrote here sounds like HL and Ryan are going to get along great and that’s not what I meant to convey. I cannot field all the DMs! This is a hot take! I just meant that I didn’t expect HL to realize he might not know what Ryan wants because he’s been fucked by Vought. My expectations bar is perpetually low, please keep this in mind. I also despise the oversaturation of portrayals of bratty kids in media so please know that’s just my personal aesthetic bias.

Other Vought peeps

I wish Sage got more screen time. I appreciated ATrain’s taking initiative to escape notice. I do wonder what Ashley would have done if Cameron Coleman hadn’t just broken up with her.

I’m glad Stan Edgar gets to say Homelander is a “Freudian cesspool of random impulse and deep insecurity” right on the heels of e4. “Glad” lol.

Virus farm section

I’m getting a little tired of characters saying “we’re at an impasse” when… they’re clearly not at any real impasse. Victoria could have exploded the Boys’ heads and brought in other redshirts to help find Sameer if she really wanted to. And she paid the price for not doing that. Is the implication that she is afraid of Annie and Kimiko?

As for the virus… well. I’m strangely fine with what Billy is doing. If this virus isn’t even that contagious supe-to-supe, then his plan to keep trying to kill HL with it makes a lot of sense. As for Sameer? Well, if they hadn’t wasted the “last dose” (see below for why that’s stupid) of the virus on sheep, and Victoria didn’t just shrug and say ‘guess that’s that’, and also let the Boys live in the first place, Sameer would still have his leg.

I did cringe when the sheep was vomiting its guts out and Victoria, Kimiko, and Annie were all within Ebola-body-fluid-droplet range of it. Because this thing does sound more contagious than HIV, at least.

If Billy Butcher really needed some more virus I hope he grabbed the carnivorous sheep carcasses. Presumably there’s a gallon of replicated virus right there. Not only does it kill supes, it’s also a virus that replicates orders of magnitude faster than any living thing on earth lol. There are many things that are funny about how they’re researching this virus. Not a single biohazard tissue culture hood in sight. No cell based assays. AAAAANYWAY, it really doesn’t matter. Big fast compound V targeting(?) virus doesn’t need logic.

Overall just not a fan of big loud sequences with ultimately low stakes, so the flying sheep were a lot less fun to me than the e2 fight scene action.

What I think isn’t working

This is minor but after Gen V, I cringe at Sam’s acting. Just that one line they gave him sounded bad to me, and I know it’s probably just PTSD from how much I disliked the end of Gen V but there it is. I’m sorry to those of you who like him, this is clearly personal opinion. Cate is fine, she can stay.

Hughie’s storyline… I don’t even know what to say. Nothing about his parents’ shitty behavior was resolved. And then Hughie was forced to say his dad is his hero to save his mom’s life. And also be the one to euthanize him. What a weird, weird arc.

I’m saying absolutely nothing about Frenchie’s storyline because it is even more inexplicable. @kosmochlor covered it all.

[nerdyfan1]

Ok thinking about this again and I feel like this is considered sacrilege to say on tumblr specifically for some reason but, I’ll never not hate how much ppl try to make the argument Pentious needed to be super serious and evil. It always misses the point of his character to me. It’s really was never about Pentious being evil. It’s why it’s gotten out of the way so quickly in the beginning of Radio Killed the Video Star. You know with Alastor right here:

This is literally the first thing we get with Pentious and I think it set up quite well. Him being evil and then turning soft wasn’t what you were supposed to take away from his character, it’s his arc of learning to value himself and open up to others. Alastor whole thing is he likes to mess with other characters’ insecurities. That’s what he’s doing in this clip. Messing with Pentious’ biggest insecure, his fear of being forgotten. Just another face in the crowd that never meant anything despite his intelligence.

Pentious while doing evil things it’s not inherently evil. It’s a front he put on. Like Angel Dust he is putting on a mask to hide who he really is. Remove the corny villain persona and the war machines and this is who he really is.

A vulnerable man who’s finally allowed the space to wear his heart on his sleeve and let his emotions show. He never deep down wanted to be the villain, he was only that way cus of the environment he’s in made it where that was what he had to be. It’s eat or be eaten. He had to survive and fight to even try to get on top.

Unpopular opinion I don’t think we needed much to set this arc up. The Alastor stuff is fine enough in getting this point across. That even gave us a cute joke as pay off too. It gives you all you need.

Now in a perfect world I would have loved an episode of Pentious before the hotel to specifically explore his seemingly parasocial and toxic dynamic with the vees. Specifically Vox. As they are criminally little on it rn. However that’s me being more curious. I acknowledge it’s not technically needed. Maybe they’ll someday find a way to elaborate on it but, it’s fine I don’t mind I think they still said it all with that one part we did get.

Tho yeah Pentious as is? I think he’s far more interesting now than he’s ever been. Hell I’d argue he was always kind of implied to be this emotional and sensitive. Seen a lot of ppl say it’s a problem he’s so goofy but, news flash so was his villain persona.

Like the 3rd pic especially. You can see it right? He’s still trying to get attention, it’s silly but, also a sign that he just wants to be acknowledged. Remembered. Even if he’s kind of cringe about it.

I think he’s far more interesting this way and I hate this idea that “if a character is sillier or goofy means they by default are less interesting”. Heck his silliness and habit to blend into the background is neat cus it makes the reveal at the season finale way better. Pentious just being this silly man who fought for others cus they gave him the love he needed? That’s beautiful.

Also this criticism of him being too goofy is insane to me given the show itself. Like with how the tone of season 1 is I do ask how on earth making him more overly serious would make a lick of sense. Sure we are getting statements by crew we might get a more serious season 2 (which um I’m conflicted on) yet that’s season 2. The first season is more light hearted by nature. Besides episode 4 tho yeah that is understandable given the subject matter that episode is tackling I definitely would expect the show to be more serious tackling it and this show did as such so well.

By just adding angst onto a character who genuinely didn’t need as such it would mess up the tone and potentially even pacing cus that need more set up. Which is a bad idea given this season’s pacing is already on thin ice.

So yeah if he wants to babygirl the hell out and be himself then I say let him. I doubt this will change anyone’s mind I just get sad every time I see this here. Probably a me thing but, I’ll never subscribe to this idea his character was ruined. I wish ppl in this fandom would acknowledge that the softer characters are interesting too. See ppl be really dismissive of Charlie like this as well. Pentious is like Vaggie in a way. Two ppl who seem to have done something horrible yet actively try to be better ppl. Characters don’t need to fit an evil or nice box all the time. The point of hazbin is its main character are different shades of grey you know? Pentious is not an expectation and writing him like a typical redeemed villain wouldn’t work as well at least to me.

Edit:

In conclusion this is Sir Pentious:

[smolwritingchick]

Ah ok! Update and Three Smol Previews for Bangtan Gal :)

Okay, good news, I am hoping to post the wrestling chapters tomorrow or Tuesday at the latest. It's almost done. Gonna let that be for a bit after I post and continue focusing on Bangtan Gal. A few chapters are boring imo but the later chapters have more drama.

Also, good news with Bangtan Gal, the second chapter I plan to post, MAMA Awards 2016 is done. I just need to reread and edit.

It's 18,000+ words. I...went overboard. I am so sorry. I don't know how to stop. I guess pace yourself?? I had a lot of ideas and it kept flowing. It's MAMA Award heavy and I was writing about people's reactions.

I have to split the MAMA Awards chapter into Part 1 (A big moment happens) and Part 2 (Jennie's response to Hyuna) because I can't fit all my words in one Tumblr post. (It's THAT bad lmfao this never happened to me before. I have a problem)

So I will link both parts of that chapter in the author's note and masterlist when it's uploaded. You'll also see the links at the end of the chapter to continue reading or to go back to read part 1 of that chapter.

All I need to do is work on is the chapter before. Which is The 3rd Muster chapter. It shouldn't take too long. Once that's done and edited, expect those two and a half chapters to be released together. Thanks for your patience! I hope the writing isn't too crazy with what I have planned.

I truly liked the ideas I came up with :)

Here's another smol preview for the MAMA Award chapter. Three Smol Scenes.

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The day of the MAMA Awards was finally here. The day Jennie anticipated the most. She had a good feeling about this show and was excited to show off her hard work with what she had planned. The morning of the show, she decided to tweet one simple word along with an eyebrow raising hashtag.

'Bet. #GonBeAnInteresting24Hours #Jen' 

Jennie had been a trending topic on Naver and various K-Pop news outlets, which caused people to anticipate the MAMA Awards even more to see what might happen and if she may respond to Hyuna. Her silence on the matter had been a hot topic and now with her tweet going viral, fans stirred in a frenzy.

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With the show getting ready for the next segment, Jennie suddenly received a few packs of smarties from Jungkook.

"How'd you know I was about to ask?" she happily accepted them with surprise in her voice.

"I brought some with me just in case. I was paying attention to your facial expression. When you're about to ask for smarties or say that you wish you had them, you make this cute face. It's like you're pouting,"

"What? I was not pouting..." She turned away, feeling her face warm as he giggled.

"You just did it again,"

"Stop looking at me," she playfully pushed him away, making him laugh harder.

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Suddenly, Hyuna had changed some of her lyrics, not looking Jennie's way as she danced.

Not a high and mighty girl scout in the club behind some fake bulletproof glass. How boring.

Some idols widened their eyes while others glanced over to where Jennie sat.

Yet another diss? This was getting out of control.

Bam Bam cringed and glanced at Jennie with worry, hoping she'd be all right. Hayoon frowned at the diss and shook her head slightly.

However, Jennie only smirked as she continued to watch, knowing that all eyes were on her to see how she'd react. Bangtan glanced at her and as she met their eyes, she gave them a nod. They nodded back and remained calm as they continued to watch the performance.

Suddenly a switch flipped in Jennie's demeanor as she rolled her neck and stared at Hyuna.

'This bitch got me fucked up...' she thought as she kept her cool.

Fans tweet:

'Not again!! Enough already!'

'Is she trying to provoke Jennie?'

'Don't be mad if Jennie catches her in an alley to stomp that ass!'

'The neck roll! I repeat! The neck roll! Jennie just did the neck roll! That is BAD! She got something planned! Get ready!'

'I don't like how she's acting. This is bullying at this point. Hyuna needs to chill,'

'Jen better than me because I would have ran on stage and popped her shit,'

'From the looks of it, Jennie is so bitter and jealous,'

'That smirk means business. I'm not ready,'

'I wish people would stop judging Jennie,'

'Jennie looks like she's plotting,'

'Why does she look so hot when she's upset?'

'Bangtan knows something that we don't because they don't look bothered at all,'

'Bangtan isn't even phased?! What is Jennie planning tonight?'

[justamessedupdisneyprincess]

Lost in labyrinth mall! Part 2

A Barley X OC (Izzy) fanfic!

There was no getting out of it, Laurel made that abundantly clear. Barley had no choice but to go shopping for new clothes. At least things should be that much more interesting with Izzy by his side. He grabbed ahold of his phone and rang Izzy’s number.

At the time the imp was in the middle of playing a video game, when she hears her phone ring she groans at first. F**king scammers…” she mumbles, she had assumed it was just another person trying to call her to scam her. It had been happening a lot lately and it’s been driving her mad! Still, she knew she had to check and when she saw Barley’s name appear, nicknamed “🐻Barley Bear🐻” she instantly got all excited! Her scowl changed into a huge grin as she answered the phone. “Hey, snuggle wuggle!” She says sweetly.

Barley chuckled a bit once he heard the name she had given him. “Good evening, Princess! I hear that you’re still able to come up with new names for me?” She had dozens of nicknames for him, all with a similar theme. To many it would make them cringe but Barley finds it rather endearing how she gives him so many special titles like that. Deep down he actually likes it as well, even when he was a tiny bit flustered when it first started happening.

“Ah- sorry. Is that ok?” Izzy says nervously over the phone. She was very affectionate but was always so fearful of ever annoying anyone with her quirks and whatnot.

“Oh that is perfectly fine. I gotta hand it to you with that, you’re pretty creative with some of the nicknames you’ve given me. What was it you called me the other day? Bar kins?” Barley said in response, a slight teasing tone to his voice.

Izzy blushes and giggles shyly. “Y-yeah. I just can’t really help it I just- I really love you. That’s uh…that’s not weird right?” Izzy was an interesting person to date in this regard. She kept going back and fourth from being highly affectionate to insanely shy. The change can happen within a matter of seconds as well, but that of course all depends on how the partner responds.

Barley couldn’t help but find that endearing about her as well. He laughed a bit more as he tried to imagine how bashful she might have been in that moment. “Hahaha! Hey you know me, I love weird! And you’re the best kind of weird too!”

Being called weird was not at all uncommon for Izzy. Barley was the only one who ever used the term weird as if it had a positive meaning to it. There was a moment of miscommunication between the two before because of this. Once when Barley called Izzy weird as a term of endearment she immediately took it the wrong way. When they were able to work it out though, he made sure to try and refer to her as good weird and how he loves it so she doesn’t forget. She is unique and he loved that about her. Although he did say those words before, Izzy still had a tiny bit of trouble understanding his type of logic but she loved him regardless and their love was new. “Really?” She says with a small hopeful smile.

“Heck yeah really.” Barley replied. “Anyways…Mom has kinda been bugging me to head out and buy myself some new clothes. As an adventurous young warrior…I find that stuff totally boring. But I figured it might not be so boring if you could accompany me? Perhaps we could have a look at any other store’s you like the look of? Pick up a plushie or two?” He knew she would be happy too of course and he had no doubt that she would refuse. Izzy made for a very loyal partner as well and was always eager to accompany those she cares for.

“Yeah! I’d love to tag along.” Izzy says, she already got excited as she began to wonder what kind of treasures await her. Although while Barley’s idea of treasure was more related to the far more literal term such as ancient relics lost in the labyrinth, Izzy’s term for her was any adorable plushie or figurine she could get her hands on. She is quite the collector.

Barley grins. “Then it is a date. I’ll pick ya up at nine in the morning! That should give ya enough time to prepare yourself for our little adventure right?”

Izzy nodded her head, even though technically he wouldn’t be able to see it without FaceTime on. Her tail started to wag as well. “I’ll be ready by then, Barbar!”

The next day Barley drove in as far as he could towards Izzy’s home. It was tucked away in a dense forest so Guinevere can only go so far sadly. She had moved into a home that once belonged to a very successful warden. A warden is a type of class in quests of yore and much like every other part of the game it is historically accurate. Wardens have a special connection with animals and nature, they can tame any beast and help any plant bloom even in the harshest of environments. Their skills are beyond just having a green thumb or love for animals. Much like how Ian happened to be a wizard in modern times, Izzy happens to be a warden in modern times.

This old hideout which was once a sanctuary for magical creatures is covered in dense strangle weed that not even construction workers could tear through. The mystical vines only move and allow passage for warden’s and those who they trust. Because of this Izzy was able to move in easily and help fix the place up. She is now continuing the legacy of the warden who once lived there centuries ago, to take care of animals in need.

The strangle weeds opened up an archway that allowed Barley to enter. The place was out of control when he first got to lay his eyes into the place. But they were able to fix it up nicely. Barley was eager to help Izzy!

He looked to the stable and saw some of the wild unicorns she picked up from the streets, they were already looking much healthier. Then he looked to the coop that was full of Phoenixes who had been left behind, some flew above his head and landed onto the thick branches that covered up the skies like a giant tent made from nature. Large exotic flowers bloomed around almost every corner. It was like a piece of paradise. Back in the day it was not uncommon for warden’s to have sanctuaries like this, a warden’s nest is what they used to be called.

Barley had not even arrived at Izzy’s doorstep, she just dashed right out and ran over to him. Barley eagerly opened up his arms and scooped her up the moment she wrapped her arms around him. He lifted her into the air and twirled her around, the butterflies dance around them as they laughed. She wore a plaid blue and pink dress with a purple shirt underneath it, ribbons were on the straps of the dress that rested on her shoulders. “My little Izzy! Looking as beautiful as ever I see.” Barley says cheerfully.

Izzy had always been bashful when it came to compliments, her cheeks went rosy but she hid it by complimenting him back. “And you’re looking as adorable as ever!” She says as she squishes his cheeks.

Barley chuckled a bit and the two kissed. “So are you ready to join me on this new…not exactly so exciting quest? I’m certain your company will help make things far more interesting.”

Izzy nodded her head. “Yeah! But you know…shopping isn’t actually that boring if you look in all the right places.” Izzy says.

“True true, you might discover an old tomb that lies underneath the mall itself!” Barley said with a glimmer in his eyes, he began to walk back, still carrying Izzy.

“Well there’s that. But I am thinking more along the lines of finding cool collectables.” Izzy says with a giggle.

“As much as I would love to seek out any old relics for sale…mother will have my head if I spend my money on something other than clothing.” Barley replied.

Izzy tensed when she imagined how furious Laurel might get. She felt bad for Barley in that moment, especially knowing her family allowed her to spend the money literally however she liked…only scolding her on occasion when it came to her love of collecting many things. “I’m so sorry about that.” She says as she gently cuffed his cheek. “But y’know…maybe you can get at least one thing you like the looks of? I mean you should be able to treat yourself at least a little, she can’t really argue if it’s nothing too expensive too, right?” Izzy offered.

Barley grinned at the idea. “I like the way you think, little imp. Ooooorrrr…maybe she doesn’t even have to know about it at all.”

“I get the temptation but if you sneak too many goodies she will notice the clunkiness of the bags.” Izzy stated.

Barley sighed, she had a solid point there. Plus his mother was always clever enough to figure him out. “Yeah, you’re right. Hardly anything gets past her eyes!”

[vampire-caprisun]

We Can be Heroes CH1

Hello! Im finally going to start posting my cringe fan fiction on here and AO3, hopefully going to try to keep myself on a weekly release schedule but that might be subject to change depending on my current workload and job schedule. Thinking of making this two parts with the main story of bg3 being part one and an epilogue adventure being part 2.

Anyway this is my Tav Inala's story, shes a drow Ranger/Rogue seeking redemption and finding love and family in the process. Very durge coded without being a durge herself and I'm probably going to work in elements from the durge storyline into this fic since I love both.

Warnings: Voilence, talks of SH and suicide, talks of SA, drug use, alcohol consumption, lots of smut, mentions of past abuse, trauma and ptsd

Relationships: Astarion/named!Tav, Astarion/f!tav, Shadowzel, Wyllach, and some light implied Halsin/Astarion/Tav later on in the story if you squint.

Chapter 1: Love at First Knife

A bottle shattered next to a pair of boots. Their owner stumbled through the forest heading in no direction in particular. She was very drunk, barely registering that her poorly bandaged hand was bleeding again. It didn't matter anyway, if something in the woods didn't kill her tonight her former boss absolutely will later. 

“I deserve it.” She slurred to no one in particular. “I deserve all of this.” Her eyes began to leak fat tears again. A year ago she was a different person, ruthless, capable, on track to be one of the most in demand assassins on the Sword Coast. Then everything changed the moment that sorceress’ lips pressed against her own. The bitterness, the misanthropic behavior melted away and she was left confused and deconstructed. Was this truly who she wanted to be? Could she be more than a blade in the dark? Nyra sure thought so, before her throat was cut. Now the Dread Raven wanders the woods alone again, intoxicated and haunted by ghosts who saw something better in her. “I can't do this Nyra,  I can't.” She sobs as if talking to someone who isn't there. “I'm not a good person, I never have been. Fuck why'd you have to die I dont know what I'm doing, why’d you have to fucking leave?!” she screams into the dark, her voice going hoarse. 

“Show me what to do or let me end please.” She was begging now, begging her dead lover, the gods, anyone who would listen really. “I don't want to be alone anymore.” The drow sobs quietly as she comes to the edge of a steep cliffside, a peaceful beach below it with waves crashing into the rocks. It would be so easy, just a couple more steps…..but she stops as if something won't let her continue. “You are so much more than what they made you to be Inala.” Nyra’s words echoed in her brain as if she was still here. “Fight for it. Fight for you and everyone else this fucked up world screwed over. If anyone can change their stars its you. Fight back.” the drow crashed to her knees. 

“Ok.” She said quietly tears falling onto the rock below her. “Fuck you. You win, I'll fight.” she sighed swaying with the wind a bit as she cast her eyes upwards to the stars. “I want to live.” she whispered to herself. Then just as her drunken hallucinations had reached their final crescendo one more massive one appeared in front of her. Raw fear gripped the drow’s heart as a tentacle shot forward from the massive ship. Well so much for wanting a second chance.

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Inala groaned and rolled onto her side, her head pounding with what might be the worst hangover in history. This is why she doesn't like sleeping too often. What a gods damn weird dream. Illithids, a Githyanki, apparently they drove a Nautaloid through Avernus? She wanted to just lay there for a bit longer until her head stopped screaming at her and the nausea subsided but the smell of fire and destruction had her up quickly. Oh gods. It wasn't a dream. 

She had been on this ship and crashed it into the beach. Somehow her rock bottom had just become so much worse. The drow stood up on wobbly legs, her long raven hair tangled and caked in sand, her makeup smudged across her freckled cheeks and she was pretty sure she reeked of gore and whiskey. She dared not look at her reflection right now but at least she's not a mindflayer. Well, not yet. Right, healer find a healer. Wasn't that one shadow woman a cleric? Shit maybe she lived? 

The ranger stretched and groaned, her body sore and her mind still foggy. She breathed in, taking in her surroundings searching for signs of survivors from the crash. Find the cleric. 

Inala didn't have to wander far, the dark haired woman laid on her back intact and what looked to be mostly unharmed. She noticed her hand clutched that strange artifact she had seen on the ship that had been quickly hidden away from her the moment she took interest in it. The drow thought for a moment, eyes flicking to the cleric and then to the glowing object. She decided to carefully reach out to it hoping to get a better look at whatever valuable item this half elf was keeping hidden, maybe even use it as leverage…then suddenly she was caught, the cleric sat upright holding a knife to the drow’s chest. Inala backed up hands in the air. “Sorry!” she grinned sheepishly “I was just looking!” 

“And why would I believe you?” The half elf eyed her with suspicion. Inala felt the thing in her head squirm then connect to the cleric, their thoughts and intentions shared with another. They both stumbled back. 

“That thing they put in our heads you…you have the same one?” The half elf stuttered. 

“What the hells was that? You were in my head!?” the drow snarled, her hangover not helping the trobing that came from the worm's activity in her skull.

“I…I don't know. I remember the ship I remember falling then nothing. That's all I know. They….they put something in our heads.”

The two women stared at one another in a stalemate, then finally Inala set her weapons on the ground putting up her empty hands “Look we need to cooperate if we're going to live through this. I don't want to become a mindflayer and I'm guessing you dont either. Where's the green woman?” 

“Lae'zell? She seems to have run off without us. Seems like I'm more reliable than your friend.” the half elf smirked putting her own knife away and crossing her arms.

Inala glared now rubbing her head “Well do you have any ideas on how to fix this then? Because she was the only person who seemed to have some sort of knowledge of what happened to us.” 

“No, but first things first we need supplies and shelter.”

Inala smiled at that, finally something in her wheelhouse. “Leave that to me. I've lived outdoors all my life. I can throw a camp together for us if you agree to cooperate. I want this worm out just as much as you do.” 

“Alright we help each other then. You can call me Shadowheart. That's all you need to know.”

“Fine. You can call me Inala and that's also all you need to know.” they nodded at one another both sensing the other was also a very guarded and private individual. They set off to salvage through the wreckage not encountering much but a few walking brains to fight. Finding the githyanki in this mess was going to be like searching for a needle in a haystack. What Inala would give to have her crows right about now…Wherever they are. Her poor feathered friends were probably worried sick about her. She'd find them soon and then she'd pack up and leave. Go somewhere far away where no one knew of her past alias or the horrible things she had done. Maybe join a circus or something who knows at this point. 

Hours passed until they came out through a section of wreckage that opened up to a clearing overlooking the beach below. A disoriented man stood at the edge of the cliff and the ranger paused. 

“There's someone up ahead.”

The pale elf turned to the two women. He waved frantically in their direction shouting “Help!” To them as they approached. 

“Do you see it? There in the bushes I got one of those brain things cornered. You can kill it can't you?” He pointed out towards the beach. Inala glared at him eyeing his fancy embroidery and flashy purple doublet. Her eyes traced his slender form to the dagger on his hip. 

“You seem pretty capable, kill it yourself.” Inala grumbled unimpressed with this city dwelling noble, he reminded her of the pricks she used kill for. The drow turned to leave and then with almost supernatural speed and silence she felt a cool blade at her throat as she was pulled to the ground. 

“Shhhhhhh not a sound not if you want to keep that darling neck of yours.” he purred as she struggled then turned to her companion. “And you keep your distance no need for this to get messy.”

Was this fool serious? Inala could kill him in three different ways if she wanted to and wipe that smug grin right off his pretty face. “Really wish people would stop pulling knives on me today.” She groaned and the elf pressed the blade into her throat a little more. 

“Now now I just want to talk. I saw you on the ship didn't I? Nod.” He gave the command and the drow glared at him her eyes becoming silver slits as she obeyed. 

“Good.” he purred and then twisted the knife upwards when she struggled. “You're in league with them aren't you? Those tentacled-” the drow slammed her forehead into his before he could finish seeing an opportunity in the city elf's paranoia and taking it. He stumbled back holding his head as Shadowheart ran to assist her. The pale elf snarled his red eyes going dark as he shifted his grip on his dagger “You little-AH” in that moment their heads connected. Inala could see through his eyes, the dark alleyways the noisy taverns, the fear the pain. In moments they saw into each others souls. The elf's eyes widened a bit as she flooded his mind, flashes of an arrow sailing into a body with a thud, the excited screaming of corvids, the isolation and familiarity of darkness. They held their heads and stared at each other for a beat recognizing more than just a shared parasite affliction. 

“What was that what's going on?” He demanded. 

“Those things did something to us. The worms they're connected I think.” The drow snapped at him glaring in his direction. 

The stranger straightened himself dropping his blade “You're …you're not one of them, they took you just the same as me.” 

“I'm trying to find a cure so we don't become mindflayers. I saw it happen on the ship and I won't be sharing the same fate.” 

“Turn us into mindflayers I- aha hahahaha!” He paused and began to laugh to himself while the horror and pain were evident behind his eyes. “Of course it will turn me into a monster.” He sighed sadly. 

She stared at the pale beautiful man in fancy embroidery. He wouldn't last a day out here on his own and he did get the jump on her, he could be useful potentially. 

“My name is Astarion. I was a magistrate in Baldur's Gate when those things grabbed me.”

The drow glanced up at him and considered something for a moment. “Im Inala. I'm a ranger in these woods. Do you need a place to camp? I suppose we should all stick together.” she asked him as Shadowheart looked on bewildered that her newfound companion just offered a strange man with a knife shelter. The handsome elf paused 

“I was going to go this alone but sticking with the herd might not be a bad idea.” He smiled almost in relief. The drow returned his grin and held out her hand. Astarion hesitated then extended his own before being yanked forward, the rangers grip tight on his wrist. “One more thing city boy.” She hissed and twisted his arm behind him, her own dagger coming to rest under his chin. “If you pull a knife on me again I won't be as nice.” 

Astarion audibly swallowed. “Noted.” He croaked out as he was released and shoved forward. 

“That goes for you as well cleric, next person to threaten me with a blade loses the hand holding it.” Inala grumbled and marched ahead of her two companions. 

“Feisty. I like it.” the elf rubbed the spot on his chin where her knife had been raising an eyebrow in interest. The cleric next to him groaned.

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Their search for the githyanki had become much more tedious than anticipated. They had been through most of the wreckage and all they found was a tadpoled wizard in a rock formation who wasn't amused when Inala slapped his hand instead of pulling him free. Whatever he set himself up for that one. 

There was a ruin ahead,and said wizard, who went by Gale, began to insist that they investigate sensing magic in the area or something. 

“And what do you even expect to find in this dust covered death trap?” The pale elf asked as they made their way down the path. 

“Hopefully something useful to help us deal with the parasites in our brains.” Gale replied marching ahead of the group. Astarion suddenly stopped and put his hand out to the two women behind him. 

“We're not alone.” he hissed as Gale continued to talk away ahead of them. 

“How do you know?” Inala whispered back.

“I can hear them! Several people down in the ruin one on watch.”

“I don't hear anything!” Shadowheart glanced around trying to hear whatever the fuck the elf was tuned in to.  Inala also tried to listen for voices but got nothing. “I have no idea what you're on about.” she stared at him with suspicion. Either the elf was mad, or he happened to be blessed with the best set of ears in Faerun.

“Ugh we need to get closer clearly you both have abysmal hearing.”

“Or you're just a freak.” Shadowheart laughed earning her a glare. 

That's when Inala saw the smoke from a campfire above the trees. Fuck the elf was right. Acting quick she bolted ahead and grabbed the wizard by the mouth pulling him off the main road and into cover holding his blabbering lips shut as he squirmed in protest. Astarion and Shadowheart had already joined her, the four of them glancing at one another for direction. 

“What do we do?” Shadowheart whispered as gale made a noise of protest. 

“Someone needs to scout ahead and determine if they're friendly. I vote for the city elf since he seems to have freak hearing.” the ranger suggested still holding a struggling Gale.

Shadowheart snickered again. 

Astarion glared at the drow. “And I vote for the ranger since she seems to think she's in charge.”

Inala turned to him. “Well I don't see any of you making important decisions for the group.” 

“Then allow me to be the first. Go scout ahead darling.” 

Inala huffed and glared back at the rogue releasing Gale as she did. The wizard spun around at both of them.

“Well since the two of you seem to be so fond of eachother why don't you both go and take your bickering far away from here.”

They both turned their annoyance to Gale who finished dusting himself off. The ranger and the rogue eyed one another suspiciously. 

“Only if he can finally keep his mouth shut. Are you even capable of that city boy?”

“I got the jump on you didnt I? Wild girl.” He sneered back and Inala wanted to wipe that pointy smug grin off his pretty face. 

“How about the both of you stop posturing and actually do your jobs.” Shadowheart groaned in annoyance. 

“He started it.” 

“Did not.”

Gale shoved both of them back onto the dirt path “Just get on with it already! I swear the two of you are the noisiest scouts alive!” 

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They approached the ruin in relative silence. Inala was even mildly impressed that the elf was as stealthy as he boasted. As they crept up behind a bush they could see a man posted on lookout and Astarion made a few gestures to her with his hands. Oh good he actually knows theives cant the city elf may be useful after all. 

I count 7. 

He signed to her and to his surprise she signed back. 

8 there's one behind the door. 

They both acknowledged the old wooden door the rest seemed to be guarding. 

What do you think is behind it?

The elf asked and Inala smiled to herself as the gears in her head began to turn. She turned back to him.

If it's valuable, I want it. 

That seemed to warm him up to her. A sinister grin grew on Astarion's lips as he peered over the bushes once more to get a look at the door. “Hmm maybe you're not so annoying after all ranger.” he whispered. 

“Shall we get the others?”

“Do we need to?”

“Only if you think you can't handle a few bandits.”

“Oh trust me, I'm more than capable.” 

“Good, I'm dropping the crates.”

“The what?”

Before he could protest the drow already had her bow out and aiming for a stack of heavy crates secured in a net above the camp. With a single shot she severed the rope watching them fall through the wooden platform they were secured over, taking two of the bandits with them. Astarion had no choice but to leap into action. He took aim at the guard and landed an arrow in his gut then followed up by jumping the man and slicing his throat. Inala had leapt up onto what was left of a stone arch firing an arrow through a half elf's eye then dropped from above onto the remaining bandit driving her hatchet into her skull. She spun in time to dodge a crossbow bolt shot at her by a halfling on the second story preparing herself to counter when an arrow flew through the man's throat shot by Astarion from the other side. The ranger and the rogue both glanced at one another with newfound respect as Gale and Shadowheart caught up to them. 

“The hells happened? You two were supposed to scout ahead?!” The wizard yelled at the both of them. 

“Oops.” The drow giggled as she cleaned her ax. 

“Why are you even complaining wizard? We did all the dirty work for you.” Astarion scoffed as he began to loot the bodies. 

“You murdered five people!” Gale gestured wildly to the carnage around them. 

“Technically it was seven. I wouldn't call it murder really, I just got to them before they could kill me.” Inala rolled her eyes as she tossed Shadowheart a pouch full of food. Astarion gestured over to Inala.

“See the drow gets it!”

“Oh so you're friends now.” Shadowheart narrowed her eyes at him.

“Friends is a strong word cleric.” Inala huffed 

“More like colleagues who appreciate a fellow artist's work.” Astarion gave the drow a dramatic bow which she returned with an appreciative nod. 

“Why are all of you obsessed with violence?” Gale hissed as the door they had all forgotten about burst open with several fireballs being slung in their direction. 

“Shit!” The four of them cursed in unison.

More bandits poured out into the ruin resulting in an all out brawl. Inala rushed the first one, easily landing a devastating blow to the torso with her hatchets then spun the dying man around to use as a meat shield for an incoming volley of arrows. Shadowheart had fired a beam of light at the dwarf who had Inala pinned but was overtaken by a dragonborn with a greatsword. Inala snarled and lept into action fighting him back with a few well executed counter maneuvers. He caught her once on the side and the drow saw red, leaping at him and driving her hatchet deep into the side of the dragon man's neck. She could feel her companions eyes on her, the pale elf in particular seemed awestruck by the blood and viscera that dripped from her skin. Freak. Inala thought to herself as she helped Shadowheart to her feet. The cleric healed her quickly then turned to help Gale as a few more bandits trickled out of the ruin. Inala could have sworn she saw the elf try to sniff his blade as he pulled it out of the chest cavity of one of them. The drow began to wonder what the hells mind flayers wanted with a collection of violent weirdos like them.

 The final enemy fell with a scream in agony as their wizard delivered one last bolt of lightning straight to their back and then the battle was over. Bodies littered the outside of the old temple and blood stained the sand. The newly formed party panted and stood in the carnage glancing at one another. They'd all done well with their first test as a team. Astarion of course is the first to break the calm.

“Well it seems like we're all much more capable than we've been letting on ey?” 

“Will someone please shut him up?” Inala groaned and began to silently loot the corpses. 

Gale sighed and stretched his back “Oh believe me we are all wishing for it.”

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And thats chapter one! The gang is definitely going to need some team building exercises that dont involve murder but they at least work well together despite being disasters. Next chapter involves telling eachother secrets and some bonding. Hope you guys liked it!

[maria-eve-falcon]

I am not really a Haylor, but my guess is that it's him that she's hang up on, he's like exactly her type—british, super handsome, very hot, quirky, fun, global superstar, bad boy image but is known to be a kind person, confident, thrives in the spotlight... They'll make the most famous, most beloved, and most powerful couple in the whole world.

Joe was not a match to Queen Taylor, that's why she dumped him.

But one person's trash can be another person's treasure.♥️ I sincerely hope that he also finds the right person for him.

istg you're last line made me cringe. ik you probably didn't mean for it to sound weird but trash? whom are you calling trash ? honey being dumped doesn't mean being trash for someone! that's why you guys are cringe whenever anyone thinks it's him who dumped her (I'm not saying he did but..).. and QUEEN TAY! not a lot like a good queen anymore huh?

and lmfao.. no sweety, harry might be a great partner for her on on paper (umm i don't see it but ok) but he is defs not any match for her to have a family. i really don't wanna point out the reasons but they are the same people! harry and tay are legit the same people and tay is the kinda woman that needs to be tamed imo. sorry. like her whole life she was told she is beautiful, got what she wanted. so she needs someone who will counter her . so then she'll feel the challenge. like idt she can be with a person who wants to be famous and be a power couple or whatever. it just doesn't work like that.

Idk if I said this enough but she can't be with a person as passionate and impulsive as her. the rlt won't work. harry has the same personality as tay. he'd need to be the ice to her fire.

think whatever you want, but how beautiful it looks haylor isn't happening. not again. it's like a 'been there done that' situation.

but if you still wanna believe she is hung up on harry whom she has reconciled with a long time ago and showed no interest in after her biggest breakup and went to date a racist, islamphobic , antisemitic pos whom she reconciled just like 2 months ago cause she wanted to , sure. whatever works for you.

and , no matter what you say, you can never say joe wasn't compatible for taylor. we just saw how compatible they were. until they decided to end things for good.

and yes, happiness for everyone well deserved

[calypso-finale]

Hundred Eleven. Part 2

I am so fucking embarrassed because why would you do that and he actually embarrassed me too, hiding my face in shame as I ran back to Tianna “that was a fuck you never be late again move” I am actually so red now because of him “he’s so rude for that” fanning my face “I caught it all and I’m loving it, you did kind of deserve it though. He did say be on time and then you’re like I will come when I want” rolling my eyes “let me get off this side of stage, I am done. I do not trust this man, send me that video too” walking down the ramp, the boys are laughing. Of course they are laughing; the way I went red because of his stupid ass “I told you he wasn’t happy, you promised you would be here and you wasn’t” his little friends can calm down “I never promised I would be on time, I said I would be here” kissing my teeth “my guy missed you though, now you know” these boys, now I’m stood here I know all of them and they cannot be the guy Oakley is saying for my sister, I am so confused right now because I do know his friends so I would have known by now but it can’t be any of these men that are here unless I’m just being delusional and expecting more, imagine it’s one of these and I just didn’t like them, can’t be Wadz, he said it isn’t but I will get it out of him “you both coming with us then on the bus?” I sniggered “my jet is waiting” Wadz gasped “you cannot do that, Oakley made us clean the bus for you!” I let out an oh “he did?” My smile grew “I mean yeah, he was like we can’t have things a mess. Don’t be boring, come with us” looking at Tianna “but that is a lot of hours and I’m tired, I feel like I need to sleep in comfort” which I do “I’m sure it will be fun, and I’m sure Oakley will want you with us” Tianna is of course team staying but that is a long time “fine and besides, he won’t accept anything less now. I guess you men can put my case on the bus, also where is my sister?” Might as well get her while I am here “she left before us” YBeez answered “of course she did” the way Ybeez cringed, there is more to it “what is it? Tell me” he shrugged, I mean it’s not the place “he’s coming off now though, shall we go down” nodding my head “he’s calling me again” Ti said “get a new number, I have had enough. Also I wanted to talk to you, but I’ll talk later” I swear I will fucking murder this bastard when I ever meet him again, this is my sister, no matter what we go through she is still my sister so he can go and choke, I’ll ride for this girl no matter what.

I have missed this stupid idiot a lot “not you stood here waiting trying to look mysterious, if you don’t stand up” swatting Ti “shut up, like it’s just. I get people do not understand why. They just can’t accept it, they say why him. I can get a better man but like, I do truly like him, I do” Ti smiled at me “like they said oh look she’s with Taylan, handsome and tall. And you got that, I get offended because he is mine, and I don’t care for what he is, like I do genuinely like him” Tianna nodded her head smiling “I can tell you do, I knew it from the start though, I mean I helped you escape to see him. It’s just a shame he had to deal with you while you was growing into you, which to me is a shame because it’s left a lot of mess, but it can be fixed. I think it’s like things you both need to continue to talk about, I’m rooting for you both anyways. But like I said a lot too, childish. So I get it, but people grow, people change” Tianna is cute, Oakley is ignoring me and he’s making me mad “I’m glad you came Tianna” he hugged her “oh me, why is that? You on operation friend?” These two have secret codes now “erm, I think. See what happens. I know you wasn’t late; I blame that one” he pointed at me “me!?” I spat; he rolled his eyes “anyways let’s go” I gasped “that is rude. How you ok with everyone but me” that is mean “what you mean? You had your little fun” I poked my lips out “yeah I’m getting a flight there, I ain’t sitting in that bus with you” I pointed, he grabbed my finger walking over to me “you’re so easy to annoy you” he wrapped his arms around me “you stink” I couldn’t even hug him back because I am trapped in his arms “but you love me still” I laughed “who said I love you” he moved his head back but his arms still around “I know that you know, that I know. Ok” he said, “I hate when you say that” he shrugged “you miss me?” I shrugged “allow it man, come on. Then why did you cry” I groaned out “period Oakley, I was emotional” he let out an oh “done now” I chuckled “it’s done now, but I did miss you, I got to admit it. Those club appearances made me emotional, like who did those girls think they are, you’re my skinny man” he laughed “shut up” he moved back from me “come let’s go” he took my hand, Tianna already walked off and left us like that.

I did not want to be in a tour bus for eleven hours and that’s where I am at, there is like me and Ti, Ybeez sister she seems nice, she is helping or whatever. Ybeez on this bus, some other boys I guess “I’m not happy, I didn’t want to stay on this bus all this time you know” Tianna is smiling “I am, it will be vibes, I mean once we wake up. I think everyone is tired” nodding my head “yeah they seem it, the driver said there will be a service break, but I think I will be asleep by then. But I wanted to ask really, do you really want to jump into another relationship?” I am confused on why she is ok with this “I don’t want to just you know stop my life, if I can get to know another then why not, I told you Rylee. I knew what he was like, but I just prayed he would change; I knew he may have let me down; I wasn’t blind to it. Initially yes but when he pushed me that time, I knew that I was in for a rocky ride, yes I shouldn’t have accepted his proposal, but he said the right words, but I feel like Oakley wouldn’t just put me in that for nothing, you know?” Nodding my head “I’ve said a lot about him, but I was very stupid. I am ok, promise” I smiled at her I am worried about her, I don’t want her to feel she is alone in this because she isn’t “don’t throw yourself into another relationship, I did that and fucked up” I do worry about her “there is no harm in knowing someone, I won’t jump. Oh hey” looking up at Oakley “alright, you sleeping or staying up?” He asked, “well I’ve chosen that bunk” he laughed “don’t be jarring now come on, I have a double bed you know” licking my top lip “so?” He smirked “come, you alright staying here?” He asked Ti “have fun” she just said, he chuckled walking off “be good” she hit my leg “oh I’m not going to do anything, we shall see, I’ll be back out to give my goodnight” getting up from the seat, he is stood there waiting “my palace” rolling my eyes “yeah I bet it stank” walking into the room “I cleaned space for your thing too. Private bathroom you know” he closed the door “you sure you want me to stay in bed with you?” He nodded his head “I want you too” I sighed out “ok, I am tired. I’ll get changed. Can I steal a top from you” he grinned “yeah” smiling at him, I would kiss him but no.

Oakley is already laid up in the bed “alright” he said looking me up and down “it’s your tee” he laughed “yeah I know, your boobs grown” pulling a face at him “thank you for pointing that out, you noticing that?” He looked back at his phone, that smirk alone “I’m just saying, I know your body” raising an eyebrow “whatever, I’m going to say goodnight to my sister” look at him saying he knows my body, he is funny. Walking along the bunk beds, peaking down and seeing Ti half asleep “oh” she said, crouching down “wanted to make sure these boys ain’t annoying you, are you ok?” She smiled lightly “I am, they are being ok, you? Do some research on my behalf. How is things with you, going to sleep now” rolling my eyes “yeah, we not doing anything though” she laughed, the laugh was so nasty though “I’m serious, but see you in the morning or whatever, and if these boys annoy me then tell me” Tianna chuckled “Wadz was actually entertaining me with stories but then he fell asleep but enjoy yourself boo” smiling at her, I love my sister so much. Making my way back into the room “come here” Oakley said opening his arm, he locked his phone “what is it?” I said smiling, he shook his head waving me over. He wrapped his arm around my waist “I missed you” I cooed out, resting his head on my stomach “you know the last time you did that was when I was pregnant” he looked up at me “really” nodding my head “I remember everything, but it’s ok” leaning down, pressing a kiss to his lips “that’s it” he laughed “alright, come lay down. Take my socks off for me please” I pulled a face “why are your nipples so hard” he laughed “I don’t know you know” I didn’t want to take his socks off but I did because he would do it for me “thank you Lee” smiling at him “anything else” he shook his head, placing his socks in the corner “maybe it’s cold, you cold” climbing into the bed “nope, you just need me that’s all, anaemic” sitting next to him “I could be you know” passing his phone, Oakley wrapped his arm around me “I missed this” placing my hand on his thigh “I can tell you have, you all touchy. You have such hairy thighs as they go up and then it goes again” looking at him “I know, so does yours” slapping his thigh “shut up” he’s so annoying.

Oakley is being very touchy, but in a romantic way, did I think he would be doing this, never. I’m a little stumped, he held his hand out, looking over at him smiling and placing my hand over his “my cute hand compared to yours” he sniggered “rather perfectly, as one” smiling a little “you know I do love you, like with everything. Like I know with things that went on, I don’t hate you for it ever, I don’t even hate Kenza. But like I know what I want, and I’m happy to wait for things. Because I admit it was wrong what I did, it’s hard to see the person you love in that position, but we move forward and whatever and whenever it happens it does” nodding my head, intertwining our fingers together “I love you Lee” smiling at him, he is saying it more and more “I love you too” pressing a kiss to his lips “can I ask, since we like this. Who is this guy you got for my sister? Please do not play my sister, tell me” Oakley laughed “you will see him at the next venue promise, we can go for a meal. He is a good guy, promise. You haven’t met him because he doesn’t hang with us like that and be doing all that shit with us, but he is there in the cut, I wouldn’t do that to your sister, don’t be thinking that of me” I am wondering “is he a good guy? That is all I care about” Oakley is laughing “he is, he is like me” I cringed “hey, I am not bad now. Don’t worry about it, you sisters. You see that now, I am warm” touching his chest “you right, awww you needed me” I grinned “I don’t know about that really, I am playing. Tired though, shall we sleep” nodding my head, I am tired.

I feel so bad, like I really do. This is the second time he has gone to the bathroom, he has woke me up so many times too, like the first time his hand on my boob, I moved it, then he moved, and I felt his boner against me, then he left the bed. Then now again, he is struggling, and this is why I didn’t want too, I quickly closed my eyes as he left the bathroom once again. I don’t want to air him out like that, but I feel bad because he is clearly struggling that I am here, he is mumbling something under his breath too. Let me do my fake movement and clearing my throat, as I did that I stretched my arm out “Oakley” I grumbled and looked behind “yeah I am just getting in bed” he said, watching him get back in bed “it’s ok, just wanted to know you’re there” he shuffled over to me “no I will be big spoon” I said, maybe this will be better “really?” he said surprised “yes” I hope that eases him, maybe, I hope anyways “I like being small spoon” of course he does.

[rain-drafts]

The taste of Benadryl on my tongue is bitter. I realized too late that I don't like this course. I'm bitter. Now, I do feel lost with what to do with this realization. I know I have nowhere to go but through. Finish it. Fuck. Would I be happier if I did something I like? I'm not sure. Doing something because of commitment takes the joy out of it. This semester and onward, I'll only have my major courses. Two things: 1) I don't really enjoy them, 2) I'm not comfortable around my classmates. It was my biggest mistake to not socialize with them. I'm two years too late. Onward, I'm sure we'll have a lot of group projects. I just hope it's never a choose your own. Please. I hope the professors are sensitive enough that some of us don't have friends here :) Maybe it's my fault. Here I am again, with that thinking. Always the victim. Yeah, ok. I do recognize my socializing capabilities is laughable. But I'm really trying ok. To overcome myself. No matter what reddit post I read, video I watch, advice I hear--I just can't apply it in real life. I've been to therapy for this reason. It hasn't been easy and it hasn't been going well. The problem is what keeps me from reaching help and implementing changes. Makes sense.

I asked ChatGPT to generate introspective questions...cringe but whatever

Why do you think you initially chose this course, and what changed to make you realize you don't like it now? What emotions are you experiencing when you think about finishing the course? Are they more related to fear, resentment, or something else?

I chose this course when I was 19. I really thought about it. I searched the internet and talked to different people. Of course, I couldn't decide on an answer since I didn't have much life experience. My only experience close to working is when I did a summer internship in high school. It was on GIS. I also didn't choose to internship there because I wanted to. I just didn't have anything else I liked. So, yeah. We were shown what one can do with GIS. I thought it was cool since it was about computers and I thought I liked working away from people. In all my college applications, I put different courses.

So, yeah, I thought this course would make me do that. Bachelor of science in geography. Science. It's in the name. I thought we would be doing that. Wrong. The course is still under CSSP. It's a social science. I'm frustrated with how vague it is. I could careless about the social aspect of it. Minamaliit ko lang ba yung kayang gawin ng major ko? Maybe. My biggest concern is just that, is it employable? I didn't just come here to study. I'm in college because apparently that makes you an acceptable member of society. You need it for jobs. Jobs=money. I don't want to open a business. That's too hands on. That'll take so much of my time.

I feel that I might regret this choice when I graduate. I don't know what to do to not regret it. I don't even want to apply internships or hold org positions because I don't like what they do.

What are the specific challenges you face in socializing with your classmates? How do you think those challenges could be addressed?

What do you feel is holding you back from connecting with your classmates? Is it fear, discomfort, or something else?

How do you usually feel after a social interaction, whether positive or negative? What do those feelings tell you?

Questions about Self-Perception and Growth:

How do you perceive your own socializing capabilities, and how might those perceptions influence your actions?

What small steps have you taken to try to overcome your social challenges? Have any of them brought about even a slight improvement?

How can you acknowledge your efforts and progress, even if they seem small? What might self-compassion look like in this situation?

[beyondspaceandstars]

Am I able to request an additional part to ‘Treacherous’ please? I loved it. Absolutely love it. Just what I was looking for to read. Make me wonder what might happen, like, would the reader want to go home…? Or would anyone be looking for them? Adjusting to the village, being human with an eternal soulmate, I mean, there is so much wonder of what could happen. You are amazing, keep up the good work <3 (:

Treacherous (2)

Relationship: Druig x Reader

Warnings: N/A

Word Count: 2.5k

A/N: i hope it's ok im using this ask tpublic part two! im so shocked and relieved so many people enjoyed the first part. I sort of left it open ended in a way to maybe do more but also I didn’t wanna do more if others didn’t like it lakfjlfjd I am also considering expanding and adapting this to put on wattpad and ao3

Part One | Masterlist

"H-Home?" You stuttered out in a shaky breath.

Druig walked towards a window. "In case you haven’t noticed, this is my village. My home."

You shook your head. "No, no, I got that… It’s just, I can’t — I have a home."

Druig scoffed, speaking more to himself than you. "I finally find my soulmate and she wants to leave me, aye?"

Something in your heart twitched at seeing Druig upset. You’d read that once soulmates met there’d be a strong bond formed, so much so that you could feel one another. It made sense on paper — this was your other half, you were bound to understand him — but you hadn’t expected it to hit so quickly. You barely knew this guy outside of his unnatural powers and reserved demeanor.

And yet, something inside you was telling you to just appease him. You tried shoving the instinct away and focusing on the matter at hand.

"That’s… No, that’s not…" You sighed. You were really great at this. "I’m just overwhelmed. Today has been…a lot." Your mind thought back to your camping group. Your boyfriend. You cringed.

Druig stepped away from the window and turned back to you. "You’re right," he said. "You need to rest. We’ll put you up in a vacant house for now and continue this conversation in the morning.

Your jaw went slack. Was he not understanding you? How clear did you have to be?

"I—I can’t," you said. "I have to get back to my campsite. Please." Begging your soulmate left a weird taste in your mouth.

Druig let out a frustrated sigh. "What is it with you and this campsite? You told me you willingly walked away from your group. What’s suddenly so important?"

Druig’s gaze got intense, incredibly intense, forcing you to look away again. You didn’t want to tell him and you didn’t want to lie. He was very clearly a…passionate person, no doubt the soulmate bond only intensified his emotions. Hearing your soulmate has a significant other would set anyone offer, but when you considered the actions of Druig thus far… But also keeping it from him would be cruel. It’d especially be unfair to your boyfriend.

"I… I have a boyfriend," you admitted. "I came on the trip with him. He’s back at the campsite, assuming he isn’t out there looking for me."

You heard Druig cross the room and stop at your chair, but you refused to take your eyes off the floor. The air was thick again — in the worst way.

"A boyfriend," Druig repeated. "You have a boyfriend." He let out a humorless laugh. "Well, isn’t that just lovely?" He spat the words like they were venom. You flinched.

"Excuse me for trying to date," you bit back as tears welled in your eyes. "I wasn’t exactly having an easy time finding my soulmate given the fact he’s a recluse in the Amazon.

Druig was silent for a moment before he softly asked, "Did you think it would work?"

"Huh?"

"Dating," he clarified. "Did you think you could avoid this—" he motioned between you two "—by dating others?"

You shook your head, not in admission but defeat. "I really don’t want to get into it."

"Fine," Druig said with a shrug. He walked to the infirmary’s entrance. "Then I will show you to your quarters. Are you able to walk?"

You opened your mouth to fight him on this again but nothing came out. You couldn’t do it, it wasn’t worth it anymore. Silently, you nodded your head and rose from the chair. You followed Druig back out into the unknown village — or as he called it: home.

***

The place Druig led you to was a cozy one-bedroom with full amenities. Frankly, it was nicer than you had been expecting. This village proved to be very advanced like they’ve been here forever. But you still struggled to wrap your brain around it all. Wouldn’t at least one info page about the Amazon mention a whole civilization?

You wandered over to the window in what you assume was the living room. You looked out, watching the people go about with their jobs. Druig had given you a minute to settle in but said he’d be back shortly with some food and a change of clothes. You didn’t want to admit how nice it made you feel the have your soulmate take care of you.

Gosh, the whole soulmate thing was really tripping you up. Who would’ve thought a trip with your boyfriend would lead to this? You worried more and more about Eric as the minutes ticked on. He… He wasn’t going to understand and while you never saw yourself really marrying him, you certainly didn’t want to hurt him.

Your thoughts were interrupted by a knock on your door. You crossed the living room and opened it. Druig stood out there clutching a set of clothes in one hand and a plate with a sandwich in the other. You were fairly impressed by the self-sufficiency of this place.

"Come in," you said and stepped aside. It felt a little silly, considering it was technically his place… Well, all of it was—

"You know I can feel it," Druig abruptly said after he placed your items on the kitchen counter.

You closed the door and frowned, confused. "Feel what?"

"The longing," he said. "All your worries and fears for your…your boyfriend." He had to practically choke out the words.

Your eyes grew wide. "Oh—I’m—I’m sorry…"

"But I can also feel how pleased you were when I said I’d bring you food and clothes," Druig smirked. It was the first one you recall seeing from him. "It made you feel good, right? Probably better than—,"

"Okay," you said, cutting off his power trip or…or whatever that was. "That’s… We’ll talk in the morning, yeah? Thanks for the food and everything. I appreciate it."

Druig eyed you, another shameless rake of his eyes like he wanted to find one more thing to comment on… But then he nodded.

"You’re welcome," Druig said and then headed towards the door. "Sleep well." Then, he was gone.

***

You didn’t remember falling asleep but you don’t think you’ll ever forget being jolted awake by the commotion outside.

You shot up from the couch — you do remember being too nervous to sleep in the bed — and raced towards the window but… It wasn’t anything. It was just the early activity of the villagers as they started their day that woke you up. You let out a sigh of relief, shocked by how jumpy you were.

But your anxiety wasn’t completely eased thanks to a sudden loud knock on your door.

"Are you okay?" Druig’s voice called out. You walked over and opened the door, surprised to find him here.

"I—I’m fine," you said. "The villagers starting their work spooked me is all."

Druig nodded. "Good. I felt you… Just wanted to make sure nothing happened." Druig took a step back and scanned you, like he just realized you were in front of him, waking up in his village. "You look nice in our attire."

You fought every urge to roll your eyes. "Did I miss breakfast?" You asked. It felt almost silly to be asking such questions like you were in a cult compound. Well, you guessed you couldn’t rule that out.

Druig thought for a moment. "Why don’t we have breakfast together so we can talk? I’ll bring you leftovers."

He doesn’t delay anything, huh? You thought. You could feel his eagerness, his anticipation. It caught you slightly off-guard.

You looked behind him at the people working. "You’re… You’re probably busy—,"

"You don’t know how long I’ve waited," Druig said. "I’m not too busy for you. Not now, not ever."

That’s when a new feeling came over you. It was…admiration. Love. It was all incredibly intense and you fought to keep your composure.

"O-Okay," you muttered. "Let’s talk."

Druig returned to your quarters minutes later when fresh bowls of what appeared to be porridge. You were sitting at the kitchen table when he walked in, foregoing knocking. You mumbled a thank you as he placed a bowl in front of you.

You didn’t know what to say as you sat across from your soulmate, stirring your porridge. Where did you even begin? The weight of this all was close to being unbearable. You thought soulmate meetings were joyous occasions — that’s how all the forums made it sound. You just felt…unsure.

"Where are you from?" Druig asked, finally breaking the heavy silence.

You let out a nervous cough. "I’m from New York," you said. "Are you from around…here?"

Druig forced a smile. "I’m from a little bit of everywhere."

You frowned. Great, that cleared up so much. You couldn’t ignore how odd this whole place was — how odd he was — any longer.

"What did you mean when you said I didn’t know how long you’ve waited? How long have you waited?"

Druig shook his head, staring now at the table. "It was just a figure of speech."

You placed your spoon down and leaned back in your chair, not believing a word of it. "Look, I know you were the one that was…controlling those villagers. I’m already aware something weird is happening here—," You paused as a thought occurred to you. "Are you… Are you like a vampire or something?"

Druig let out a laugh that sounded amazingly genuine. "Or something," he responded.

You frowned. "I’m gonna need more than that."

Druig chucked. "You’re a tough one. I like that. A lot."

Yeah you felt it but ignored it. "Stop stalling."

He sighed and finally gave into you. "I’m an Eternal. We were sent to this planet to ensure humanity progressed, evolved. We’ve also worked to protect humans from the Deviants, helping all the habitants here survive. It’s our mission."

You stared at your soulmate dumbfounded. Absolutely nothing of that made sense. Or seemed real.

"I… What?"

Druig shrugged so casually. "You wanted to know."

"Well… I mean, assuming any of that is the truth, of course. I deserved to know all that."

"You think I’m lying?" Druig asked, his eyes shooting to you immediately. "You can feel me, you can feel my emotions. Do I seem to be lying to you?"

You concentrated and tried to find him within you, tried to find the bond. It was a weird process and you didn’t know really how this worked but all you found was that he was frustrated. Not lying. Dear Lord…

"So, when you said you’ve been waiting a long time…"

"Try about seven thousand years, my lady."

"But… But how does this even work? I’m not like you. I’ll get older while you—,"

"Look, we can discuss the ways of it all later. For now, I need to know if you’ll stay. I’ve explained myself and we’ve had time to…process this bond. It’ll kill me if you walk away." He paused. "And I think it’ll kill you, too."

You still weren’t certain about how you were feeling but Druig’s emotions were on full display. The first thing you picked up on was the fact he did not want to talk about you being a human. There was unmistakable rage coming from him when you had brought it up.

The second thing was that he appeared to be…craving you. You weren’t a prisoner, he didn’t possess you, but he also would go to war for you. At least, that’s what you could tell from the bond.

Your mind flicked back to your boyfriend as you considered your options here. He was probably scared, not to mention your family back him. While you were conveniently in between jobs, you still had built a life.

But, then again, what was your life without your soulmate? Hadn’t he been the missing puzzle piece? The focus for so long? Practically the only thing people around you talked about? This chance was rare, as rare as something can be. For all the weirdness in this bond, fate must’ve had a plan. There was a reason you two, out of everyone else, got this chance.

You couldn’t try to fall on the religious spiel your boyfriend subscribed to. Sure, you believed Eric had been placed in your life for a reason. And that reason turned out to be so he could hand you a flyer.

Druig cleared his throat, pulling you out of your thoughts. "You’re thinking about the boyfriend again. You know, there’s this particular, unsettling emotion that comes over you when he—,"

"Alright, fine," you said before you could change your mind. "I’ll stay here, maybe just for a bit… Just to see how this goes."

The smile that broke out on Druig’s face was brighter than any sun you had ever seen. It made you rub your wrist. You nearly forgot about the tattoo, as if it wasn’t why you were here.

"Wonderful," he said and stood up from the table. "I’ll start getting arrangements ready."

Your brows raised in confusion. "Arrangements?"

He nodded. "You’ll be moving into my place," Druig explained so casually. "You’ll need basic necessities. Clothes, soap—,"

"Wait, I’m living with you?"

"I’m not letting my dear sleep in a home all alone. Besides, you’ll probably find it more comfortable. This home isn’t used much."

You glanced around at the lack of life in your temporary housing. Well, if you were doing this, might as well go all in.

"Alright, okay… Sure." You sounded like you were still trying to convince yourself of this. You had a lot of questions.

"I’ll fetch you soon," he said and walked towards the door. You called out his name before he could leave. There was one thing you wanted to ask now.

Druig stopped in the open doorway and turned to you, silently asking, "What?"

"When… When you were telling me about being an Eternal, you used a lot of words like ‘we’ and ‘our.’ Are there more of you? Like a whole group?"

Druig smirked like he enjoyed your question. "Yeah, there is," he said. "Hopefully you’ll get to meet them someday."

And with that, he left you again.

[basedsakura]

s-tier sasusaku fics

disclaimer: not all of these are necessarily romantic sasusaku, or even healthy sasusaku

these are my all time favorites for different reasons, but i guess i should establish some sort of standard according to which i judge fanfics: 

characterization: i don’t expect the characters to be identical to their canon counterparts, otherwise i wouldn’t be reading anything other than the original material. however i’m also not fond of fics in which the only aspect of the character the author had gotten right is the name. i don’t like fanfics in which sakura is a cold and calculated genius or ones in which sasuke is a sexually deviant casanova. you might as well create a whole new character and write original work

prose: ok so obviously this is very subjective and considering my taste has changed immensely from the start of this year, let alone during the last 5 years, all the fics below are going to differ greatly. i like to read stuff that hits the spot between purple prose and bland just right. vivid descriptions, exposition, world-building, all that jazz, but without treating me like an idiot. leave some stuff up to the reader. a bit of negative capability didn’t kill anyone

grammar: i mean -- yeah. not much to expand upon here. i’m not a native speaker, so i’m not exactly an authority on this, but solid grammar is a non negotiable for me.

style: i’ve got some serious pet peeves in regards to formatting (when the author doesn’t want to separate their paragraphs for some reason for example) but another thing is i hate when there’s random japanese throughout the fic. it’s fine if the author decides to use suffixes the way the characters do in the manga, or if they want to use japanese words for terms that are well known in the fandom (shinobi, bunshin, hitai ate, jutsu etc.) but stuff like ‘’teme’’ ‘’ hime’’ ‘’baka’’ ‘’kami’’ is cringe (to me (especially since its mostly used improperly))

pacing: obviously this is a matter of preference, i personally love slow burn, but pacing is SO crucial for a good romance fic. the writing can be great, the characters can be on point, but if i feel the relationship is moving at an unnatural pace, if the development feels unearned, it instantly throws me off. i understand a lot of authors wanna get to the sauce quickly, but if sasuke is a rogue ninja focused on revenge, no he’s not going to want to marry sakura as soon as he sees her again. he would be impartial, nostalgic at best. there’s nothing wrong with letting the feelings develop naturally

there’s probably more but im honestly too lazy and i wanna get to the fic rec part. these are in no particular order: 

blind by ObsidianSickle

It was almost time, Orochimaru was going to take his body as a vessel. He hated being used...he refused to be used. With that thought, he took the kunai in his hand and slashed across his eyes.

this is like a classic imho. i’ve read it after 5 years and while i do have some issues with the writing, it’s nothing terrible. it’s a sweet, sweet character-study slowburn

monomoth by Ohtze

Everything ends, eventually. Eight years after the war, Sakura's unhinged and Sasuke's obsessed. The fields are filled with corpses. AUish, canon-divergent, Sakura-centric.

this MAY be my all time favorite. the story, the pacing, the atmosphere -- probably one of the most serious and talented authors in the fandom. it’s a pretty dark AU-ish fic, definitely not the healthiest either sasuke or sakura have been, but a hell of a read. still not finished though

instant message by Keelah

She gave him names to kill, in order not to be killed herself. But having blood on her hands was turning out to be much worse than dying. "…There's still round 2…3…4…" When does this game end? She asked. "Don't you see, Sakura?" He said, "It never does."

i can’t believe that a first person POV, highschool! horror stalker AU fic is probably the finest slowburn i’ve ever read. each interaction feels so earned, you genuinely feel like you’re reading about sakura and sasuke from naruto and how they would act in this AU situation, not some random characters the author decided to call sakura and sasuke. possibly abandoned

once more, with feeling by jinnyskeans

Art enables us to find ourselves and lose ourselves at the same time.

this is a fun ballerina!sakura and tattoo artist! sasuke fic. the characters are not all that IC, but it’s definitely a fun read, and while it’s not a current favorite, i remember i used to cry over this shit when i was 14 lol. so there’s definitely some quality here if this seems like your thing. plus the author is an SS fic powerhouse, so plenty where that came from

i let it fall, my heart by arabesque05

Sasuke's memories of Sakura are not based on sight. No: Sakura was a press of desperation along his back, a sob to "please, don't hurt them". Sakura was a cool hand around his wrist, startling against his feverish, new-cursed skin. Sakura was the taste of apples; the breeze of an open hospital window; the stinging pain of a third Chidori. Sakura resides in the heart.

from their ss anthologies to their meta, this author came and went and left me with a gaping hole where their writing has been. honestly some beautiful stuff. this is a oneshot, but i seriously recommend everything this author has written 

shinobi: team 7 by gallyrat

while this is a team 7, not a sasusaku fic, it’s worth reading for both the world building, the team 7 dynamic, the sasuke and sakura as the author imagined them. i felt like their relationship was very ic, among many other things that are great with this fic. unfortunately discontinued

string theory by diwata

The aftermath of the war brings many things to Konoha; Sakura copes poorly. (1970s AU)

“He’s a war hero, now. So are you. It’s nice to have you home, Sasuke-kun. Welcome.” “Things are different now. But -- I’m home, Sakura.”

this is an anthology, but same as arabesque05, i recommend literally everything this author wrote. so incredibly good

ok im getting tired and bored i’ll probably update this but here you go for now

[a-lil-perspective]

70 Encouragements/Tips For The Writer:

A/N: Rules don’t exist. These are real and personal and stem from a deteriorating, exhausted Writer who is here to tell you (and herself) that you are amazing and keep going. I hope you find some encouragement within.

Your mental health comes first and foremost.

Indulge and embrace your creative writing pieces when they come (and when they don’t). Especially when they don’t.

Suffering from Writer’s Block or fluctuating hyperfixation? Me too. So is your favorite author. Welcome to the Writer’s Block Party (all my uwus if you see the pun).

Did you spend five hours on this one segment, forget the last time you ate, develop chapped lips, dry eyes, and a stiff back (time to get up and move), bang your head on the wall, laugh, cry, fidget, take your ADHD meds, deviate to watch YouTube, have an epiphany, curse in frustration and wonder why the hell you do this to yourself? Congratulations, you’re a Writer.

Embrace all the not-so-glamorous sides of writing, and accept the fact they’re going to happen time over again.

When you say “just one more line” and it’s 2:00 AM, I’ll be here to remind you to “go to sleep” (because I’m also depriving myself lol).

Actually, sleeping helps your mind feel refreshed, and it’s good for your health. If you’re struggling with a particular segment, one of the best things you can do is just put a cap on it for the time being, put in a placeholder, and get some shut eye. I know you don’t want to. But you will feel so much better and have more clarity and energy to continue when you wake. Trust me.

More often than not, those words you “just didn’t write down fast enough and now forgot” end up revealing themselves to you later in a much more profound way. Give the words time to get ready. They’re just spiffing up before coming to visit. :)

Be proud of yourself and your prose. Writing is an amazing part of who you are.

That trope has been written 1000 times before? Make it 1001.

You’ve already written this scenario? Write it again.

You’ve just written a single sentence. Now sit back for moment and think: you just wrote something brand new, never before seen. Nobody out there will ever write that sentence or formulate those thoughts the exact same way. You are a unique, mind-blowing, awe-inspiring human being.

Bask in the excitement that comes with a completed piece. Reflect on what you learned throughout and celebrate the little victories.

Don’t be afraid to ask for feedback, but also understand that you might not always get it, and that is OK.

Please re-read your work. Be gentle with yourself. You had to write that very first piece to get to where you are now. Love the process.

Your personal writing success is not based off of kudos or likes or reblogs.

There is no right or wrong way to write.

There is no such thing as “good” writing.

Improvement is becoming of everyone so get comfy, strap in. The journey of a Writer is a lifelong one. Here’s to many more works ahead.

Don’t mourn the words you did or didn’t write. Celebrate the ones you will.

One day, you’ll read a piece that will blow you away—and it will be yours.

There is nothing “shameful” about reblogging your own writing works.

I promise you’ll find your “wow” piece—either in something you’ve already written, or something yet to come.

Baby. Please don’t write out of spite. You’re better than that.

You are just as valid/deserving as the next Writer. And you do belong.

If you feel sad/unworthy when sharing your works or interacting with others’, get to the root of why. Writing should be fun, rewarding, and relaxing. Not shameful, embarrassing, or a chore.

Writing (fanfiction, specifically) is labeled as “transformative works”. Self-explanatory, right? However, if you notice the transformative part begin to have a personal effect on you—a negative one—it’s time to take a step back.

Right now, I can name a single quality you possess: diligence. How do I know? Because you’re a Writer, and the two go hand-in-hand.

Got that single scene in your head but you haven’t completed or even began all the chapters preceding? Bruh. Jot that down right now. You don’t need 20k words beforehand.

Embrace your writing mood swings. The stray, sweet and condensed blurbie. The ideal, bridging drabble. The solid, substantial oneshot. The hefty, elaborate 10k word chapter. Appreciate everything in-between, and that you are capable of all of it.

Nobody remembers that extra word or typo or stray speech mark back all the way back in chapter 3. Tell the little monster in your head to go to hell.

You’re not a weirdo for making facial expressions and mulling through your dialogue aloud. You. Are. A. Writer.

It’s OK if the Readers can’t always see exactly what you envisioned in your head, or the full extent of the picture you painted. We all see colors differently.

Don’t be afraid to experiment with your writing.

In fact, challenge yourself to dabble into a new plot/trope/concept every day, even if only for a few minutes. You may discover you love writing it.

There’s no rush to finish/begin any written work. If you take your time, you will make your mark. You’re not falling behind or running late. Slow down and wait for it. :)

Three cheers for hiatus.

Listen to your body and mind, know your limits and when it’s time to take a break.

Actually take a break. :)

If you feel like you’re falling stagnant in creativity, looking to/revisiting other forms of creative media can help encourage the flow.

Ask for encouragement, and be at peace with asking.

Take shelter in fellow writers. Uplift each other always.

You are/will be someone’s favorite author. :)

You don’t have anything to prove. You have something to share.

Someone is thinking about your work right now.

Someone started a series because they drew inspiration from you.

Personal writing style can reflect a lot on the state of one’s mental health. Try to always be attentive to that of your own.

Self-validation must be cultivated early on or nothing will ever work.

Freestyle every once in a while. Write a snippet, timed, and go—without editing. Write the first thing that comes to mind and go from there. Do it all the way through the set time. When it stops, you’ll find yourself unable to. 3,800 words here we come. :)

Not everything needs an outline. :)

It is completely normal to write your story out of order.

Create guidelines for yourself. If they aren’t working, toss ‘em.

Word vomiting can help you feel better (it’s just how it sounds). By clearing all those jumbled thoughts and scattered concepts, you achieve a clearer objective. Try it sometime.

A rough draft is supposed to be rough.

Sometimes the words come to you quicker than others. Be patient. That is merely the construct of a Writer’s mind. You’re a beautiful enigma.

A sentence written is a story progressing.

Writing is an endurance sport. You must pace yourself and exercise it daily.

You are still a Writer even when the words aren’t on the actual page.

You’re not obligated to a writing/posting schedule.

As you progress in your journey and gain more awareness, don’t sacrifice your style. Those beginning works are what define you. Hold onto them and don’t ever let them go.

You’re the only one cringing—

Remember that sometimes words are elusive and you don’t always have control over them, and that is OK. Sometimes they write themselves. Sometimes your characters come to life and break out into dance across your page. Dance with them. You can wrangle them back when the music stops. :)

There is nothing condemning or embarrassing about asking for a beta. Allow someone to help carry the load.

Allow people to cheer you on—even if they don’t read your work.

It’s OK if your writing style isn’t someone else’s preference.

Be your biggest cheerleader. Sometimes you are all you have.

You don’t need anyone’s approval except your own.

You love that trope/concept/story you just wrote? That’s all that matters. The end.

You will never write good. You will write you. And that is good.

Above all else: remember to write for you.🤍

[zodiakuroo]

Cupid’s Bullet

Dabi comes home with a very special Valentine’s Day surprise for you.

Pairing: Dabi x Fem!Reader

Contains: dubcon/noncon, mentions of death, unhealthy relationship, gun play, fear play, forced orgasms, squirting, mindbreak, angst (if you squint?), quirk usage, one slap but it’s a hard one :3, overstimulation, creampie

Word count: 5.3k

Notes: pls this title is so cringe but it's like bullet instead of arrow cause... ya know but anyways happy valentine’s day from scumbag boyfie!dabi

Dating a villain meant that your relationship was unconventional to say the least. For one, public dates were out of the question, unless you wanted it to end in destruction of public property and some scorched heroes. You also always had to have some kind of flimsy excuse for your family and friends when they asked to meet your elusive boyfriend. In addition, you had to accept the fact that he would have to disappear sometimes for weeks on end to do his boss’ bidding.

There was also the small matter of arson, murder and theft and a multitude of other crimes that you’d prefer not to know about. And while you weren’t necessarily okay with a lot of what Dabi did, you loved him. You loved him so much that turning a blind eye was so easy it made you question your own morality. He didn’t scare you either. Not in the slightest, because you knew in his own special way, he loved you too.

In fact it ran much deeper than that. On his worst days, Dabi could set the world ablaze until nothing was left because in the end he didn’t care about anyone or anything, not even himself. Until he met you, he says. He tells you that in you, he’s found something to tether him to this existence.

Ok so maybe he didn’t use those words exactly, but he doesn’t have to. You know that’s what he means when he spoils you with expensive, stolen clothes and jewellery, when he offers to burn alive any person who makes you even the tiniest bit upset and when he comes home to you bloodied and beaten, trusting you to take care of him.

In summary, your relationship forced you to give up on having any “normal couple” experiences.  That included, celebrating anniversaries and silly holidays like Valentine’s Day so you never bothered to keep track of them. It could hardly be considered a sacrifice when you compared those things to what you actually got from your relationship.

Dabi had been gone for close to a month now and you didn’t expect him back anytime soon, not knowing where he was or what he was doing. In fact the very last thing you expected was for him to creep into your bedroom in the middle of night and rouse you from your peaceful sleep with a soft kiss on your temple.

You don’t jump out of bed in a panic, like any sane person would. Instead you let out a satisfied hum, surrounded by the scent of burnt flesh, ash and menthol, feeling warmth bloom in your chest. It should be unpleasant but its Dabi’s scent and you’ve missed it. You’ve missed him. You pick your phone up from your night stand, squinting your eyes at the bright light that makes them sting.

Sunday 14 February, 2:43am

“Welcome home.” You mumble groggily, trying your best to fight off your tired body urging you to go back to sleep.

Instead of replying, he greets you by pressing his mouth to yours. You let out a quiet gasp, startled by the sudden display of affection. His lips are chapped but that doesn’t matter, your tongue darts out to moisten them before your lips lock into a gentle kiss.

You reach up, weaving your hands through his dark hair in an attempt to draw him closer but he retreats, opting instead to turn on the bedside lamp but keeping his other hand behind his back. “Sit up doll. Got a surprise for ya.”

Any thoughts of sleep were long forgotten as soon as his lips met yours but now he’s really piqued your interest. You push yourself up against the headboard and sit cross-legged. You look up at Dabi expectantly. Your boyfriend is smiling wide, skin pulled so taut you think one of his staples might give out. He reveals to you what he has hidden behind his back. A square black box, wrapped in a cobalt satin ribbon.

It’s so cliché you can’t help but let out a small snort. “What is it?”

“It’s a gift. You know… for Valentine’s Day?” He says as though it should be obvious to you.

Your heart swells at the gesture. It really was a surprise. Not in a bad way, you just knew he wasn’t your average boyfriend and that was okay. You didn’t want him to be.

“Well now I feel awful. I didn’t get you anything.” You pout as he props the box onto your lap.

“’S like a toy… so it’s technically for you but kinda for both of us.” It’s unusual to see Dabi this excited. The way he’s bouncing on the balls of his feet, eyes filled with mirth makes you all the more curious.

“Like a sex toy?” A giggle escapes you as you undo the bow.

“Are we playing fuckin’ 20 questions? Just open it.” He presses you.

You huff at his impatience but you don’t comment, not wanting to wait any longer either. You remove the lid of the box only to find something wildly unexpected.

A revolver?

You look up at your boyfriend with confusion etched on your face but his gleeful grin doesn’t falter. You’ve never seen a sex toy like this so you pick up the article to test its weight. It’s definitely the real deal.

“Dabi, this isn’t a toy.” You state matter-of-factly.

He merely rolls his eyes and says “Doll, when you can incinerate someone with a flick of your wrist, that little thing is definitely considered a toy?”

“O-okay? What do you want to do with it?” You ask, placing offending object onto your nightstand, not really wanting to hold on to it anymore, the metallic smell making you feel queasy.

“Ever heard of Russian Roulette?” Dabi, picks up the abandoned item, looking down at it with pride.

“What?” You furrow your eyebrows as nervousness starts to creep into your system and you instinctively move to back away from him but Dabi is quick to pull you back.

“It’s real easy doll. No need to look so scared.” He crawls on top of you, caging you in with his limbs. “6 chambers. 1 bullet. All you have to do is be a good girl for me. If not, I pull the trigger and we see what happens.”

The look on his face is positively demented. Azure eyes wide and bright, patchwork face contorted into a a sinister smile, white teeth and silver staples gleaming in the dim light.

“Baby,” you hope the pet name will placate him. It usually does. “I don’t know about thi-“

CLICK

You let out a shriek as your body jolts in fear but you’re unable to move with his weight pressing on top of you.

“You see now doll?” He clicks his tongue behind his teeth. “You’ve gone and wasted a shot.”

Dabi climbs off of you and you’re left lying there with your heart hammering violently in your chest, body trembling, still reeling from the shock of what just happened. Reeling from the shock of what is happening

“You gonna listen now? Gonna be good?” Dabi prompts, rolling the gun around in his hand.

All you can do is nod as your eyes being to water. The uneasy feeling in your stomach only grows worse as your mind races with the possible things Dabi has in store for you.

“Good. Now strip.” He command and like a good girl, you obey.

Your arms feel like they’re made of lead, moving rigidly to take off your shirt (one of Dabi’s old ones). You can’t stop the tears from falling as you pull down your panties, fat droplets roll down your cheeks, desperately trying to swallow the sounds of your sobbing.

This can’t be happening. It’s Dabi. He wouldn’t hurt you. He promised you that.

“Oh cut the fuckin’ waterworks.” He snaps. “As long as you listen, you’ll be fine.”

You try to calm yourself with deep breaths, not wanting to irritate him any further.

When you turn to face him, he’s leaning back on his haunches, one hand resting on his thigh, the other lazily gripping the revolver. “Fair warning, I’m more of a ‘shoot first, ask questions later’ kinda guy. But you know that already.” He thumbs the cylinder, making it spin. “Now, touch yourself for me.”

Breathing is difficult. No matter how much you try, it’s like you can’t get enough air into your lungs. Thinking only of gun in your boyfriend’s hand, you still you bring your own hand between your legs, but you can’t concentrate, what with the dread taking over your body making it tough to have any control of your body. Your movements are stiff and apparently not up to Dabi’s standards.

He only scoffs before-

CLICK

You scream again, body nearly flying off the bed before you curl yourself up into a ball. The fright is enough to stop your heart. For a second you believe it has.

“Doll,” Dabi’s gruff voice brings you back to earth, reminding you that you’re very much alive and whether or not you stay that way is entirely up to him. “You’re ruining my surprise. Got it ‘specially for you and now you’re being a brat.” He quirks an eyebrow at you, almost like a challenge.

“So-sorry.-“ your voice breaks. “I’ll be good.”

You’re still struggling to comprehend how any of this is real. You thought you knew him. You thought he loved you. And here he is, treating your life like it’s a game. You can’t help but think that this is your own fault. You thought you were above everyone else, the exception to your boyfriend’s villain behaviour.

“Yeah?” His voice drops to a whisper. “Then show me.” He challenges you. Dabi slips off his t-shirt and moves between your legs to get a better view, pressing on your knees to split them apart.

Self-preservation kicks in. There is one way out of this alive and that’s doing what he says. You spread yourself even wider, showing him all of you. Your hands, glide over your smooth thighs, kneading the pudgy flesh as you get closer and closer your sex, teasing yourself the way he would.  Your fingers find your clit and just a little pressure makes your eyes melt shut. Probably for best anyway. It makes it easier to imagine anything but this. You drag those fingers through your delicate folds, letting out breathy sighs as heat begins to bloom between your thighs.

You pretend, its Dabi’s touch. In your mind’s eye you see the two of you, limbs tangled with Dabi on top, resting his forehead against yours. It’s one of those nights where he wants to go slow. So slow that the sensation of his cock dragging in and out of is you bordering on torturous. It’s one of those nights where he wants to lay his head on your chest, mouthing at your breasts, laving your nipples with his wet tongue while you tell him, in that sensual voice  that you love him, that he’s perfect, that he’s yours.  Because it’s one of those nights, where everything feels like too much for him and the only person that he really has on his side is you.

It’s not long before you’re leaking. Somewhere, deep in the back of your mind, there’s a voice chastising you for being so easy for him… even now. There’s almost no resistance as two of your fingers, press into your entrance. Your fingers are no match for Dabi’s, they never hit all those deep, hidden spots  that make you see stars but still, you start to move them slowly, brushing your thumb over your clit every so often.

“Look at me.” You feel his breath waft over your pussy.

Eyelids fluttering open and you meet his gaze. It stuns you a little and your hands come to a standstill. He is handsome, breathtakingly so, even though he thinks you’re lying whenever you when you tell him that. The way he stares at you, with love and adoration in his eyes, it’s almost like the fantasy you were just imagining. Almost like the fantasy you’ve been living in this whole time. It’s enough to make you forget the situation you’re in. Then the muzzle of the gun is pressed to your clit, snapping you back to reality fast enough to give you whiplash.

“Fucking slut.” He growls and smacks your hand away from your pussy.

You jerk as he starts to move it the gun circles over your sensitive nub and then dipping down to your tight slit to gather up your juices.

“All those fuckin’ tears but look how wet you are.” He says more to himself than you as he admires the way your slick leaves a sheen on the barrel. With his eyes trained directly on yours, his perfectly pink tongue pokes out to lick it clean, groaning at the taste.

The next thing you know his arms are wrapped around your legs, guiding them over his broad shoulders. He kisses you on your mons before his tongue begins greedily lapping at your hole. “Tastes so good doll.” He mutters with his nose pressed against your clit. He slips the wet muscle inside of you making you whine.  You reflexively grab onto his black hair, tugging on the stands and he lets out a groan of approval. He moves up to your clit, circling it with his tongue before suckling on it. While he brushes just the tip of a finger over your cunt, making it clench around nothing while you desperately buck your hips, in an attempt to have it inside you.

The way he’s eating you out is almost romantic?

Or it would be, if it weren’t for the metal digging into your flesh.

“Doll,” He places a sloppy kiss on your clit, lighting dragging his teeth over the hood. “Want you to squirt for me.”

A lump forms in your throat. You can count on one hand the amount of times that has happened. You’re not sure of the odds that you’d be able to right now and it’s not a gamble you’re willing to take. “Dabi, I don’t think I can….”

CLICK

You thrash, screaming so loud it makes your throat burn.

Dabi still holds you open, keeping you in place. “I wasn’t asking.” He makes sure to maintain eye contact as he drops a fat glob of spit right on to your clit before diving face first into your cunt once again.

He pushes 2 of his long, lithe fingers into your tight entrance. It’s unexpected and you wince. He drags his right hand (the one holding the gun) up your torso, resting the muzzle underneath your breast, right over your racing heart. A reminder of what’s at stake. He envelopes your sensitive clit with his lips, moving his fingers in tandem with the suction. You’re consumed by desire as Dabi brings you so close to the edge.

“Dee-Deeper please.” Your pant out.

He smiles against your mound before complying with your request. “Right here?” His fingers press against that squishy patch deep inside you and your eyes roll back.

“Nnnggg yeah.” You’re barely able to mewl out. You dig your heels into his back and grind against his face, chasing your high. Dabi keeps hitting that spot with astonishing precision but you hold off for as long as you can, letting the pleasurable sensation build until the pressure in your core becomes unbearable. When it finally snaps because you can’t hold it anymore, your eyes squeeze shut, hands flying to his biceps and you dig your nails into the sinewy muscle. You gush around his fingers and all over his face. Dabi doesn’t move though, flicking your clit with his tongue repeatedly until you’re trembling and whimpering, pushing him away from your pussy. He finally relents, a pop echoing around the room as he lets go of you.

He gives you a predatory look, scared face and chest wet with the remnants of your orgasm. “You made such a mess baby but I’m glad you’re finally having fun.” He’s just as out of breath as you are but far more composed.

Your head is still fuzzy and limbs are still twitching but your boyfriend doesn’t let you recover. “C’mon, doll. My turn.” He begins to undo his belt, silver buckle clinking as he rushes to drag it through the loops of his jeans

You pull yourself on to all fours, now eye level with his crotch. He pulls down his pants and boxers in one go, his erection almost hitting you in the face.

“You’ve been lucky so far.” He taps the bulbous head of his cock on your lips, smearing your lips with the pre that dribbles out of it. “But I wouldn’t test it if I were you. Open.”

Your mouth is already watering at the sight of him. So long, thick and veiny. It’s disgusting actually, this Pavlovian response. He fucks you deeper, stretches you wider and makes you feel better than anyone ever had. You wonder briefly, if anyone ever could fuck you as good as Dabi.

You stick out your tongue and he slides himself between your lips, groaning as he pushes into your mouth, slowly, inch by inch. He fills your mouth completely and you shut your eyes, savouring the salty taste of him but you feel the muzzle press against your temple and making them shoot open. “Atta girl. Lemme see those pretty eyes.” He grunts as he plunges into your throat. You bob your head up and down his shaft, the hand at the back of your head setting a brutal pace. The room is filled with the sounds of you gagging and his hefty sac smacking against your chin.

“So good to me baby.” He tilts his head back, losing himself in the pleasure. The wet heat of your mouth surrounding him while your saliva leaks out, dripping down his balls. Dabi is big and heavy, stretching you so wide and making you jaw ache from the weight of him. You’re already lightheaded from the lack of air, no matter how much you try breathing through your nose. You don’t dare to complain though.

He pulls out of your mouth slowly, stretching a string of saliva from the head of his dick to your tongue that’s hanging out of your mouth. You pant like a bitch attempting to catch your breath. He doesn’t give you much time before he’s in your throat again, back to fucking your face.

“I love you so much. You love me?” He sounds so sweet, totally blissed out.

He stops thrusting and tilts your head up to look at him, blinking tear-clumped lashes. You try utter a ‘Yes, I love you.’ but with his shaft gagging you, it comes out all garbled. The muscles in your throat convulse around the deep intrusion. “You’d do anything for me right?” He asks, jabbing the muzzle even harder into your temple, finger resting lightly on the trigger. You nod, watching Dabi lose his composure bit by bit. “Yeah. That’s why you’re my girl.” He pushes himself even deeper inside you, making you finally take all of him, until your nose meets his pubic hair and holding you there. “Fuck.”

CLICK

“Hmmhhhhngggh” You squeal around him but you can’t pull off because of the grip he has on your scalp. When he lets you go you’re choking and coughing up a lewd mixture of spit and pre-cum.

“Wh- Why” You blubber, voice hoarse. You don’t understand. You were doing exactly what he asked. You were being good.

“Sorry baby. Felt so good, my finger slipped.” He doesn’t even try to hide his mischievous smirk. The fucker is definitely not sorry.

You want to beg him to stop this ridiculous game because you see now there’s no way you can win because Dabi doesn’t play fair.

He doesn’t give you the chance though, already shuffling off his bottoms all the way and propping himself up against the headboard. “C’mon pretty baby.” He tugs on your ankle.  Wanna see you bounce on my dick.”

You clumsily position yourself atop his lap quickly, before you can even think about it. You know he doesn’t need a reason to pull that trigger but still, you don’t want to give him one.

He grinds his tip along your heat, piercings dragging across your clit over and over again. It’s something he does whenever you have sex, to rile you up. And just like all those other times, it’s working. Circumstances be damned. “Needa feel this hot little pussy. Give it to me doll.” He murmurs against the shell of your ear.

You nod as you lift yourself off of him to hover your dripping wet hole over his hard dick. You slowly squat down on onto him, the fat head stretching you out, burning with every inch you take. You mewl, making futile attempts to blink away tears. You get halfway before you have to stop, resting your hands on his shoulders trying to gain leverage. You’re outright crying now, wet droplets landing on Dabi’s chest.

“’S matter doll.”

I’m terrified. You yell in your head but stay silent, choosing to focus on relaxing your ever-tightening hole in order to take more of him.

“Oh, I know.” He coos, voice dripping with condescension. “’S too big for your tiny cunny.” He leans forward to kiss away the salty tears. “But you can take it. I know you can.” He cups your jaw, stroking your cheek with a calloused thumb. “You can do it for me”

You start to move slowly up and down, using gravity to force more of his monstrous cock inside you with shallow movements. You really are trying your best but that’s apparently not good enough for Dabi and he lets you know that by pressing the barrel of the gun into your stomach. You freeze, horrified, more tears start falling from your eyes. You open your mouth to beg him to just give you a little time. You’re trying.

“Quit being a baby and just take it.” He says before you even get the chance.

“I’m trying Dabi, please just-“

CLICK

He cuts off your plea.  He’s not interested in your excuses.

The rotation of the cylinder sends vibrations through your abdomen. Amidst the shock, you release your grip on his shoulders and impale yourself on his shaft by mistake. The combination of the searing stretch and the blunt head of his cock kissing your cervix is so overwhelming that you collapse forward, head falling on to your boyfriend’s chest. You feel the rumbles of his chuckles while he’s quite literally splitting you open.

“See? Knew you could. Just needed a little scare. Isn’t that right.” He rubs your back as if to comfort you. He lets out a low whistle. “But looks like you’re all out of chances doll. Now bounce.” He gives you a spank with an inhumanly warm hand, making you squeal and leaving your cheek tender.  

Your hands find purchase on his shoulders again. Dabi’s sapphire eyes are practically glowing, daring you to be stupid enough to defy him one more time.

You pull off almost entirely, keeping just his tip inside of you, before spearing his shaft into you again.

“Good girl.” When he praises you with that raspy voice makes you keen and desperate for more of it.

His hand snakes its way up your torso to cup one of your breasts. Your back arches, pushing into his scorching hot touch, forgetting momentarily about his other hand and what he’s holding in it.  He gropes your chest, tweaks and twists at your nipples, leaving red, inflamed hand prints in his wake. You’re practically delirious with pleasure, babbling out incoherent streams of his name along with “yes” and “more”.  All the while, he murmurs praises about how good you are and how much he loves you. It’s confusing and you can’t process any of it.

“Who owns this perfect pussy?”

“Dabi. Fuck. Dabi.” Your tongue lolls out of your mouth in the most obscene way, drooling down your chin. Your plush walls pulse around him as he hits that sensitive spot every time you sink down on him.

“That’s right it’s all fuckin mine. My pretty baby.” Dabi’s eyes are focus on where your two bodies are connected watching the translucent ring of your cream appear and disappear as you ride him.

“Preeeettyyy.” You slur and he laughs at how fucked out you are, brain completely jumbled between the fear, the pain and the bliss all combined into ecstasy.

“Doll.” He groans. “I feel ya squeezin’ me. You gonna cum?”

He’s right. You nod as you feel that coil tightening again, threatening to snap at any second. The man finally starts putting in work, pounding into you every time you pull off of him. Dabi abandons the gun in favour of playing with your clit, rubbing quick sloppy circles. “Yeah? Gonna cream and gush around me? Want you to baby.” He buries his head in the crook of your neck, sucking, biting and licking while he assaults your sopping wet pussy. “C’mon doll, please.”

With that you orgasm. He grabs your hips pulling you flush against his thighs, fucking you through your orgasm, rolling his hips up into you until your high finally subsides.

He doesn’t let you catch your breath before he’s got the revolver pressed hard underneath your chin. “Now make me cum.” You almost collapse but the harsh grip he has on your hair suspends you upright.

Your mind is so foggy and Dabi gives you a small smile, appreciating the perplexed look in your droopy eyes. But he’s not done with you yet.

“Hey.” You’re ripped from your daze, when he slaps you across the face, sending your head swinging to the side. “Don’t pass out on me now.”  

“So-sorry! ‘M sorry!” You grovel as you slam your tired body down on his dick once again, trying to ignore the throbbing on your cheek, the ringing in your ears, and the ache in your battered cunt.  You’re so sensitive from your last orgasm but you don’t have a choice and you don’t dare deny him anything. Your thighs are quaking and burning with every movement but your boyfriend is unimpressed.

“You can do better than that doll.” He lets out a bitter laugh, enjoying every second of tormenting you. “It’s like you want your brains splattered on the ceiling.”

You start crying again, shaking your head frantically. In the time that you’ve been with Dabi, you’ve learned certain tricks, you know he likes it, but in this panic/lust induced frenzy, you can’t remember any of them. Instead, you bounce, mindlessly on him while your gummy walls clench tighter around him every time he nudges at your a-spot. Your legs are going numb from all the effort and you plop down, limp onto his lap, taking him to the hilt.

Dabi tsks at you, reminding you that you can’t rest just yet. You swivel your hips, grinding your pelvis against his while he’s buried deep in your wet heat. You pray to whatever deity is listening that he’s getting close, you’re not sure how much more you can take.

“If I don’t bust in the next 5 seconds.” His hand finds your clit again, you grind across his fingers has you rock against him. “Bang!” He emphasises the word by bringing a heated palm down on your ass.

A choked sob bubbles at the back of your throat, making him snicker

Hands pressed to his chest, you ride him like a woman possessed, the last bits of adrenaline kicking in. Your sloppy cunt squelches every time you drive yourself down on his cock just motivating you to fuck him harder.

“Five.” He grits out.

“Dabi, please!” But you’re met with icy, apathetic eyes staring back at you, feeling the terror that the rest of the city does when they so much as hear his name.

“Four.” He rubs your already raw clit, faster and you can feel another orgasm building, much quicker than your last two.

Your body feels so heavy but you can’t stop moving, not unless you want him to- “Please cum!” You beg. “Need your cum.”

“Three.”

He starts to fuck up into you again with unforgiving force.

“Wh-Why?!” is all you can manage as your mind starts to fog up again, the need to come becoming all the more urgent.

“Two.” He ignores your question, transfixed on your tits bounce in his face. You’re getting close to your third orgasm of the night and it seems Dabi is determined to get you there.

You still can’t believe this is real. You never thought that Dabi would treat you like this. You were supposed to be special.

Or at least that’s what he told you.

Moreover, you can’t believe how your own body is betraying you. You can’t believe you’re actually going to cum. Again.

“One.”

You cry out his name one last time, unsure if it’s out of fear or pleasure. You dig your nails into his arms again, in a feeble attempt to ground yourself as you cum around him. The orgasm that rips through you makes it difficult for you to be sure of anything.

What you are sure of is the fact that there was no bang or bullet.

Just one last CLICK (practically drowned out by your screaming) and the sensation of Dabi’s hot cum flooding your womb. He has a bruising grip on your hips, gun now discarded, and he ruts up into to making sure to stuff your cunt absolutely full of him. He begins to laugh as he softens inside you.

Your head is still spinning but once you’re able to push yourself off of him, you can finally make sense of what just happened.

He was fucking with you.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” You yell, using weak and quivering arms to throw pillows at him while you cry so hard it makes you dry heave.

Your asshole of a boyfriend starts cackling, clutching his abdomen as if he just pulled the world’s funniest prank while your heart is beating so hard and fast you think it might break through your ribcage.

“You should have seen your face. You were so fuckin’ scared.”

You become nauseous, feeling bile rising in your throat as you come to a sickening realisation.

This is not your Dabi. This is the Dabi that the rest of the world gets to see.

Evil, sadistic, merciless. This is the real Dabi.

You attempt to scramble off of the bed to get away from him, feeling overwhelmed by the humiliation. But Dabi grabs your wrist and yanks you into his chest, wrapping you up in his arms. A gesture you used to treasure but now it just made your skin crawl. “C’mon Doll you didn’t think I was being serious did you?”

You writhe in his hold, hitting against his hard, toned chest with pathetic fists. “Don’t be such a crybaby. It was just a joke.” He strokes your hair oh so tenderly. But you won’t fall for that again. Dabi is a villain through and through. You know that now.  

It’s no use fighting him off though, all the fight in you is used up. You don’t know what else to do. So you do the easy thing: nuzzle your head into his chest, tremors rocking your body as you hiccup, while he holds you. That way you can pretend that you feel safe with him, just like you used to.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, doll. I love you.”