#too lazy to tag the rest ngl

[moontrinemars]

Quick Asteroid Synastry Notes

Recorded these for me and published them for you. Remember that with asteroids, you should only consider them to be significant if there are supporting planetary aspects. Disclaimer in bio.

Code: 4950,1585,1589,9305,24899,

🏠 House [4950] can indicate settling down, and the planets and objects dealing in desire and ambition aspecting it can signify how the two feel about moving in together.

🏠 I know someone with House conjunct her partner's Pluto and they're mutually obsessed with the idea of living together, but she is always coming up with reasons not to. Also, usually she's the one who goes to his house when they have sex lmao.

🏠 Her House, meanwhile, is trine his Jupiter and Venus, and sextile his Moon, and it seems like he, in contrast, is so charmed by the idea of living with her that her fears seem to him like excuses, which causes some tensions.

💍 Union [1585] often can signify marriage, or marriage prospects, but it may also signify teamwork, cooperation, or, in extreme cases, a feeling of being bound by fate. The asteroid person may feel as though the object or angle of B is an extension of themself.

💍 A's Union conjunct B's Ketu/South Node creates a spiritual bond. A will feel connected to B's very soul, and B will feel most comfortable when in A's company. The two are very in sync.

💍 Actually, pay special attention to Union conjunct Vesta. Vesta's symbolism most correlates to loyalty - though there's some debate whether it's born of trust, duty, or passion. My favorite words for it are devotion and dedication.

💍 It follows that this aspect makes for a very true and devout bond, when unafflicted. The Vesta person's principles and passions will inspire a feeling of solidarity in the Union native, and the Vesta person in turn will treat any partnership between the two with the utmost gravity.

💍 Union conjunct Medium Coeli will give both members the feeling that joining forces is a work of destiny. This is likely to signify a business relationship, or one more in the public eye.

💫 Fanatica [1589] can indicate obsession, excitement, and mania, both feeling and inspiring it. In synastry, aspects with it represent how you make each other act irrationally, and lose all reason.

💫 A's Fanatica conjunct B's Sun creates all-and-out obsession with each other. Lucrezia and Cesare had this aspect.

💫 You're likely to find some very strong Fanatica aspects between you and your favorite celebrities, artists, and performers, from either side, asteroid or object.

⚠️ Aspects to Hazard [9305] can indicate a real danger or drastic impact on the other. It is not necessarily extensively harmful, but it does tend to make others close to the object individual concerned.

⚠️ For example, a relationship where A's Hazard is conjunct B's Medium Coeli will cause those close to B to worry that A will cost B their professional or public future.

⚠️ A's Hazard opposite B's Moon implies that B is fully aware of the emotional danger that A puts them in, and may even resent it, but will continue to involve themselves regardless.

⚠️ A's Hazard opposite B's Vesta puts B in a situation where they have to choose between loyalties - perhaps between family and love, or between ambition and friendship, etc.

🏰 Dominiona [24899] signifies what you consider yours, and what you feel the need to be in control of. Thus if A's Dominiona tightly aspects any of B's objects or angles, it indicates A is possessive of and protective of that part of B.

🏰 It may not be entitlement for its own sake. With tight Dominiona conjunctions, the asteroid native feels a responsibility to help B and contribute to their growth in the area ruled by the object. As a result, any threat to them, or claim staked on them, feels like a personal attack to A.

🏰 For example, if A's Dominiona is conjunct B's Medium Coeli, they eagerly take them under their wing in the professional world, or the public world. This is an aspect correlated to a relationship similar to employer and employee, or manager and star. If this isn't the case, A feels compelled to promote B regardless.

🏰 It follows that they would be protective of B's reputation, but they may also be jealous if B gets attention from another source. In this case, A would be viscerally affected by any slander or praise B receives, possibly even causing a scene.

🏰 The Medium Coeli also correlates to expectations. Thus, A feels entitled to dictate what expectations B is held to - though whether they are lax, or strict, impossible or far too easy depends on the sign and other aspects - but A may be very uncomfortable or even offended when others expect something different of B.

🏰 The other side of this is that Dominiona is opposite the Imum Coeli - which means that the private self and the past of person B forever feel distant to person A, and the existence of B's personal life at all may feel like either a threat or tantalizingly out of reach.

🏰 Another example would be B's Moon conjunct A's Dominiona. In this case, A may feel as though B's interior world belongs to them, likely because A tries to help B deal with their emotions, past, and home life.

🏰 B in turn is emotionally affected by A's exertion of control. On the one hand, it's comforting to have their help managing their mind and heart, but on the other hand, it can be stifling as hell.

🏰 Or look at Queen Elizabeth I and Robert Dudley, for how other aspects with this asteroid can manifest. Elizabeth's Dominiona was square his Moon-Neptune conjunction. She was reportedly very threatened by the idea of him remarrying, and was very jealous of any woman who garnered his affection.

🏰 Her Dominiona was also conjunct his Antivertex. The Antivertex is the inverse of the Vertex, thus it represents the karmic effects of our standalone existence, and Robert's character drastically impacted the way Elizabeth's reign unfolded.

Thanks for reading, hope it was helpful ♡

[pixelatedraindrops]

“Here Halara! I made you some of my coffee! Just like I did in Ginma! This will heal your body right up from your terrible cold!”

“I’m not sick Fubuki…it’s just allergies…”

Whew! I finally got this doodle done ;w; I have officially drawn all of the detectives of the Nocturnal Detective Agency at least once yay :3 I never thought I would tbh... x'D

I think Halara came out pretty good, but I think I could've done better on Fubuki ^^; This pose was complicated but once I got Halara to a nice pose, I had a bit of trouble with Fubuki x-x

Yet another ship I could kind of understand due to Fubuki's DLC.

How Halara suffered such an awful allergy attack? Lets just say that Fubuki took them to a cat cafe somewhere in Ginma...this was before she learned their deep dark secret. And Halara couldn't resist the cuteness so...they went anyway despite the penalty... x'D

Fubuki regrets it the minute Halara suffers a sneezing fit on the way back to base and has to lay down due to their head pounding from the sinuses. They end up not only with a runny nose and eyes, but they sadly got a few skin rashes too... yikes, the poor thing x-x; They make sure to have an extra sweet lollipop to help with their mood, as well as act as a substitute lozenge for their dry throat, some nasal spray for the stuffiness and an ice pack for their headache.

Fubuki tries to do whatever she can to help, even if the cause of it was her fault to begin with... xD And Halara cannot move much so...they just take whatever the ditzy time detective throws their way. Fubuki lovingly babysits the stuffy postcogditive detective while they recover.

This was my first time experimenting with allergies as an ailment so...I tried to read up on it before I drew so I could at least be accurate. Allergies isn't really the same thing as being ill. But it was still fun to draw it out :3

(tfw halara looks sicker than everyone else did... lmao improvement?)

Anyway, hope you enjoy this snack Clockmare Nation🩵🩷

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Viviakou Kokobolt

[buryustogether]

lilac - chapter 3

miguel o’hara x f!reader

summary: your boyfriend doesn’t have the time anymore. good thing both miguel o’hara and spiderman do.

wc: 5.2k

tags/warnings: domestic dispute, unhappy relationship, pining, mentions of kidnapping, mentions of violence, allusions to suicide, mentions of strip clubs

author’s note: got a lil carried away with my emotions for this one ngl

Your pink pen pressed harshly down on the science quiz you were grading, smearing a pit of the sparkly ink as the searing noise of an electric guitar being tuned submerged your little apartment from the floors to the ceilings. You glared up from beneath your brows, a predator chained just inches from her prey, as Ferris and his band of four barked and howled between themselves in your living room. From your perch at the tiny dining table, you watched them, your knuckles paling around your pen. They had moved the furniture around to make room for their equipment, shoved your couch, your armchair, your coffee table - fuck, even your television stand - against the walls so that they could spread out and practice for a gig the drummer had managed to score; probably by going down on the manager of the place, but you’d never say that out loud.

Unless they provoked you - which, with every ticking, prolonged minute that passed, you were getting closer and closer to your inclined tipping point.

Sniffing quietly, you shook your head and tried to go back to grading your quizzes. So far, your class had done a fairly good job. A few percentages below eighty, but not many. No matter what score they got, however, you were sure to place a sticker on the corner of the page. Of course, as you had expected, Gabriella O’Hara’s score was a perfect hundred. A small smile graced the corner of your lips. She was a bright kid, you’d give her that. While she needed a little extra help in mathematics from time to time, she practically excelled in every other subject. You scribbled out a little note praising her for a job well done before beginning to move on to your other papers.

From the living room, another glass-shattering, skin-crawling shriek was raised from Ferris’ guitar. You twitched in your seat, subtly raising your eyes to watch the band. Your boyfriend was downing his second beer of the day, despite it being barely eleven in the morning, and he had his feet propped up on some chick’s - the new keyboard player, because the last one stormed out of the group after realizing what a bunch of asswipes they were - and idly strummed a lazy medley on the taut strings of his guitar. It was hooked up to the speaker, so every note that he twanged out was amplified tenfold.

Downstairs, your neighbor knocked against their ceiling with a broom. Telling you all to shut the fuck up, no doubt.

Taking a deep breath, you put on your best smile - which looked more like a grimace, actually - and cleared your throat. “Babe,” you said tightly, drawing Ferris’ attention away from the keyboard player. He regarded you with a roll of his head and hand on the strings to stop the vibrations. “Maybe it’s time to pack it up. You’ve been…” You hesitated. “Practicing for almost two hours now. Why don’t you save some of the music for the paying customers tomorrow instead of the neighbors?”

To your chagrin, like he was dumping fuel across the little flame that had flickered to life in your chest, he shrugged a shoulder and went back to his guitar and the girl across from him. “We’ll leave when we’re done,” he replied nonchalantly, eyes never meeting yours again. “Still got some more songs to run through.”

“Yeah,” you scoffed and went back to your work. “You look real fucking busy.”

“If you’re so tired of listening to us,” your boyfriend snapped suddenly, “why don’t you find somewhere else to go? This is my place too, you know.” He exhaled a venomous sigh and downed another swig from his bottle. “Always on my ass.”

By now, the rest of the apartment had gone silent. The other band members glanced between the pair of you, movements suddenly stiff with tension they had no idea how to release. It felt like no matter what they did, it would light the fuse on either one of you.

Feeling your cheeks heat and your palms become sticky with embarrassment, you swallowed thick and nodded your head slowly. Then you stood, began to gather your papers, and stuffed them into your purse.

“Hey,” said the band’s drummer, a pudgy guy with thick lenses that had, actually, always been nice to you despite their leader’s obvious intentions, “if you need us to clear out, we can. We can find another place to set up where we’re not bothering you.”

You released a short huff, sounding more akin to a snarl than anything else. It seemed your judgment in men really was shit; you’d chosen the wrong fucking band member. “That’s okay,” you spat as you tugged on your shoes and checked that you had your keys. The drummer’s face flashed with guilt and you felt bad for a moment, but then your eyes flickered to where Ferris had wandered into the kitchen to fetch himself another drink. Like a raging wildfire, the flames in your ribcage roared and seared your insides, making them feel like you’d implode upon yourself if you stayed here - in your own damn home - any longer. “I’ll go somewhere else.”

With that you exited your apartment and slammed the door behind you, not stopping your frantic escape from Ferris’ snarls and rolling eyes until you hit the street down below. Before you on the road, traffic moved at a sluggish pace. Horns blared and street lights flickered. Shop fronts gleamed in the sunlight and bells over doors jingled. As you took a long, deep inhale that granted your lungs a wave of fresh air and your eyes with a certain wetness in the corners, you realized your crumbling relationship with your boyfriend was such a trivial little thing in this city. Nothing was going to stop, halt in its tracks, just because your world was falling apart.

Life went on. There was nothing you could do to stop that.

Plopping yourself down on the bus stop bench, you placed your head in your hands and tried to keep yourself from crying anymore. You couldn’t let anyone else see you cry, because what if they did, and they turned out to be like Ferris? Told you that you were being dramatic, that you needed to pull yourself together and be a girl? Fuck, you didn’t think you could handle someone else telling you that. You didn’t need anyone else against you; it already felt like the entire world was.

What you needed, desperately, terribly, pleadingly, was someone else in your corner.

In your pocket, your phone chimed with an incoming text. Wiping away the tears sitting heavy against your lids, you pulled it out. It was an unknown number; your cyber security app had blurred the message, waiting until you accepted to see it. You swiped on the blurred screen, then clicked open the message.

Hi, it’s Miguel O’Hara. I hate to cross any lines here, but Gabriella is having a hard time understanding the homework assigned for this weekend. I tried to help, but it’s beyond me. Some sorry excuse for a geneticist I am, right? Anyway, I was texting to ask if you’d be able to meet us somewhere today and help Bri. I was thinking the public library? We’re going to be headed to the park afterward for soccer practice… you’re welcome to come along. She’s eager to show you a new trick she learned yesterday. Again, excuse my forwardness. We understand if you’re not available. :)

You sniffled slightly, rereading the text over and over again, trying to stuff down the fluttering feeling arising past the flames inside you. Your head snapped up and you were on your feet in less than a moment, hailing the first taxi that passed you. When you climbed inside, the driver asked you where to.

“The public library,” you said, and managed a smile at him in the mirror.

Half an hour later, you sat at a desk in the middle of the study section of the New York Public Library, already having drawn out fresh sketches and examples of the mathematics homework you had assigned for this weekend. Your foot bounced with anticipation under the table, and you found yourself constantly glancing over your shoulder at the wide, arched doorway that let into the private section.

You’d tutored students outside of class before, so you shouldn’t have been so excited. You’d met with them in diners and cheap restaurants, outdoor pavilions when the weather allowed, hell - you’d even sat with them outside their cramped apartment buildings on overturned milk crates and used cardboard as a back for the worksheets while their parents were busy working three jobs and balancing five other kids on their hips at the same time. You weren’t one to judge; you knew how hard it was out here for some people. You were a teacher; it was your job to love and nurture and teach your kids, no matter who they were or where they came from.

So you shouldn’t have been this excited to tutor one of your students. Even if she did have a smoking hot dad.

Small, quick-paced footsteps - like thunderclaps along the ground in the nearly-silent room - pricked your ears and turned your attention to the doorway. A wide, easy grin broke across your lips as you spied Gabriella breaking away from her father’s side to rush toward you and your table. In her arms she carried a wrapped bouquet of flowers. When she reached where you had risen from your seat, she pressed her face into your belly in lieu of a hug.

“Hi, Miss Y/N,” she said, rather loudly, then presented the flowers like they were sterling silver encrusted with diamonds and jewels unimaginable. An ear-to-ear smile stretched from one of her ears to the other. “These are for you.”

Miguel arrived behind her, a backpack slung over his shoulder and a gentle grin of greeting gracing his beautiful face. He tilted his head at you for a moment, then ruffled his daughter’s hair and said, “What are they for?”

“A thank you,” Gabriella rushed to say as you accepted the bouquet. “For coming to help me.”

You tried to squash the butterflies that fluttered through your stomach when he smiled at you, instead pushing your focus to the flowers clutched to your chest. They were fresh blooms, a collection filled with pinks and purples and a few yellows here and there. “Well, thank you so much, sweetheart,” you said as she rounded the table to go and sit by her father. “They’re beautiful.” You took your seat again and carefully set the gift beside your purse. “And you don’t have to thank me. I was already out today anyhow, so it wasn’t any trouble.”

“Really?” said Miguel. He pulled the bag from over his shoulder and gave it to Gabriella for her to begin pulling her schoolwork out. He quirked one of his thick brows, his sad-looking eyes meeting yours. Jolts of excitement, and pleasure, and adoration went sprawling down your spine all at once, like back to back shocks of raw, untamed electricity. “I figured you would have been staying in during a tourist weekend like this.”

You wanted so badly to tell him just what you were doing out, why you weren’t at home enjoying your two days of free time between your two jobs - one that required every bit of your soul and heart during the day, and another that required every bit of your body during the night. You wanted horrendously to confide in him the troubles plaguing you like an illness only he could cure you from, wanted him to secure those thick, sinewy arms of his around your form and hold you tight, assure you in that husky tone that everything would be alright.

But instead, all you said was, “Can’t let tourists drive us locals from our stomping grounds, can we, Mister O’Hara?”

The corner of his mouth quirked upwards, his eyes stuck upon your form even after you’d pulled your attention to the worksheet Gabriella had pulled out.

For a long while, the three of you sat at that table in the library. You taught Gabriella the maths lesson over again as many times as she needed it, helped her with the more challenging problems on the worksheet, then made up a few on the spot to give her for the extra practice. You even tilted around your textbook so that Miguel could see it and gave him a rundown of the next few lessons so that he could help her the following week, should she need it.

It was perhaps an hour or so later when you sat back in your chair, watching as your student set to work on the few practice problems you’d given her. You shut your eyes for a moment, exhaling a long breath, and allowing your brain to shut off for a moment. You’d succeeding in getting Ferris and his stupid, stubborn fucking attitude off your mind for a time, but now you were faced with the realization that sometime today, you’d have to go back home. You’d have to see him again, most likely get into another argument that would lead to one of you sleeping on the couch the next couple evenings.

Most likely you.

“How are you doing?” came Miguel’s voice from across the table.

You thought for a moment he was speaking to his daughter, looking over her work, but when no reply came, you opened your eyes and realized he was talking to you. You blinked a few times, watching as he smirked kindly and crossed his arms over the table. Fuck, he was so easy to look at. He was wearing a t-shirt against the sunny day today, giving you a generous view of the muscles in his arms. They sloped down to his elbows, and further still to wrists wrapped in Gabriella-made friendship bracelets, to large, wide hands that were callused at the fingers and bruised at the knuckles. You wondered briefly if he boxed during his workouts.

Sliding your hand up your face, you gave him a tired smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes. Despite only speaking to one another a few minutes every time at pick up and drop off, you felt you could talk to him better than even the girls at your nighttime job. “I’m alright,” you said, then added, “Just… tired, is all. Lots on my plate right now. Work, stuff at home, the whole ‘masked vigilante swinging around the city’ thing. Well… you know how it is.”

It was not the last detail that seemed to faze him. It was the second. “Is everything okay?” he asked, tilting his head to the side slightly, like that of a curious puppy. The lines beneath his eyes deepened a bit, the untamed hair atop his head slipped to his temple. “Sorry if I’m overstepping a boundary, or anything like that. I just -”

“No, you’re alright.” You reached out to finger at a petal on one of the flowers in the bouquet, fondly brushing the delicate thing as if it would disintegrate if you handled it any rougher. His eyes followed your movements deftly. “And, everything’s… okay. Sort of… okay.” You sighed and pulled away from the flower, instead opting to rub at your temples. “Just drives me out sometimes, you know? Everything… happening in those walls. Sometimes it gets too much.”

“You’re never out on the streets, are you?” Suddenly his gaze had turned serious and stony, his mouth set into a hard line across his chiseled expression.

You swallowed thick, feeling the dropped baritone of his voice hit the bottom of your belly and head south to your core. You shifted slightly in your seat, crossing your legs over one another to mask the subtle movement. “No, never.” Forcing yourself to chuckle, you dropped a hand to the desk. “You don’t have to worry about me, Mister O’Hara. I’m just fine.”

Before you realized what was happening, Miguel had reached out to brush his long, thick fingers over your knuckles. Your skin was suddenly alight with a blaze you didn’t even know existed. He leaned forward slightly across the table, lowering his voice so that only you heard it in the cage between your ribs. “It’s alright to ask for help, you know,” he murmured quietly. You were caught in his gaze, unable to pull yourself away. “If you ever need something, some place to stay… our door is open.”

Your tongue had ceased its ability to work, your heart its ability to beat properly. You could only stare at him, wide-eyed, as he settled back in his chair. Miguel O’Hara had just offered you his home. Fuck - he knew. He had to have known. Maybe he could see it in your eyes, hear it in your voice when you whispered; maybe it trembled too much. Or maybe he could just sense it, feel it from the bottomless pit in your soul screaming out for someone to pull it back into the daylight.

Just when you trusted yourself to speak again, both your and Miguel’s phones alerted at the same time. Across the study section, other devices went off, as well. Simultaneously, you pulled out your cells and read the messages scrawled across the screens.

“Jesus,” you muttered upon scanning the message. A kidnapping had just taken place not a block from the library. Car details and plate numbers were attached, along with an urging for anyone with information to call the authorities. “This city gets worse every day.”

Miguel glanced up at your words, hesitated, then looked down at Gabriella. She was still busy with her work, tongue stuck out gently between her pink lips. You sensed him tense from across the table.

“...Miguel?” you asked, tentative to use his first name. “Is everything okay?”

After a short, brief moment, he seemed to make up his mind about something. He stood from his chair so abruptly that it squealed softly against the tile floor, throwing the backpack over his shoulder and rounding the table. “Excuse me just a second,” he said, already heading toward the doorway. “I have to make a call. Ten minutes, tops.” Then he was gone, jogging too quickly and hurriedly to be making a phone call - or so you thought. You wanted direly to follow him, see what he was doing, but you couldn’t. You had your student to take care of.

Inhaling shortly, you turned to Gabriella only to find her staring at the doorway her father had disappeared through. You were quick to find something to change the subject. “These flowers are so pretty,” you told her and nudged the bouquet slightly. She met your eyes, your gentle smile, and it seemed Miguel’s sudden absence was wiped from her mind. So was the inner workings of a nine year old.

“I got to pick them out,” she said proudly, then went back to her worksheet. “But it was Daddy’s idea to get them for you.”

Your heart skipped a beat in your chest. You did your best to maintain your smile, trying not to grasp at your chest and stop the oncoming heart attack making its way through your systems. It had been Miguel to get the flowers? “Yeah?” you said in a small voice.

Oblivious to your strained tone and the excited bouncing of your leg under the table, the little girl nodded and hummed. “Uh-huh. He like-likes you. He told me so.”

Holy fucking goddamn son of a bitch.

You cleared your throat because you knew if you talked about this any longer, you would explode into a little cloud of confetti. Then you’d never even get to see him again, look at him in this new light because fuck, was it a new light. It was a new light you could dance under, twirl and sing and jump under, because no one was going to judge you anymore, and even better, now you could invite him to be under it with you. And you knew you just might have a chance of him saying yes.

And fuck, what a dance that would be.

“Are you excited for the field trip to Alchemax on Tuesday?” you asked her, recalling the months it had taken Washington Elementary’s principal to get permission to bring classes there. She had insisted it was an important place for them to visit, considering all the work they were doing as of late. You guessed your suggestion for a trip to the zoo had been vetoed. “Your dad works there. Maybe we’ll see him. You can brag to all your friends that he’s a fancy scientist.”

“Maybe,” she said, scratching out a wrong answer on her paper. “He works on the seventh floor. I’ve seen his work badge thing. We probably won’t be able to go up there.”

“Here’s hoping we can,” you said to yourself beneath your breath.

Ten minutes passed since Miguel’s sudden disappearance, and then another. Thirty minutes was just approaching, as was the beginnings of sundown, before you sensed him approaching you from behind. Turning in your chair, the first thing you noticed was that he was out of breath, sweating at his temples and down his neck slightly. God, he looked good like that. But then your rational side kicked in. Had he been running somewhere?

“I think that’s enough homework for today,” he said as he reached the table and ruffled Gabriella’s hair again. She batted his hand away, but nonetheless began to pack up her things. As she did so, he switched his gaze to yours, tilting his head in that way he did. “We’re going to head to the park, kick a ball around for a while. You’re welcome to join us, if you like.”

Numbly, because now that you knew he not only liked you, but like-liked you, you heard yourself accept and follow them out the doors of the library and onto the street. The deep purple sky felt a bit brighter than before, and the steps you took together, side by side, seemed a little closer than necessary. The sidewalks were cramped, sure, but not enough so that your hands needed to brush every few seconds. Not enough so that your shoulders bumped when you stepped off curbs to cross roads.

The park was quiet this time of day, occupied only by a few elderly couples leaning against walking canes and teenagers out past their curfews sprawled out on benches making out like they knew they were going to die tomorrow.

How long had it been since you had kissed Ferris? The saddest part of you knew that you couldn’t recall.

For hours, you sat on the sweet-smelling grass of the park’s lawn and watched Miguel and Gabriella scrimmage, kicking around a ball worn by years of scuff marks and green stains from fields. The breeze blew their matching hair this way and that, the dying sunlight illuminated their identical smiles as they round about one another in only a way a parent and a child could know one another. You cheered when either scored a goal. You laughed when they called one another names. And when they urged you to come join, even though the night was throwing itself over the sky and the stars were beginning to wink down at the park, you got to your feet and played.

You realized, through your aching laughter and the grass stains on your knees, that you hadn’t been this happy in a very, very long time.

That night, after you had wished Miguel and Gabriella a goodnight and walked home, after you had found Ferris crashed out in bed and the dishes still in the fucking sink, you found yourself sitting on the rooftop of your apartment building. It wasn’t quite silent up here, not with the helicopter chopping in the distance, or the occasional honk of a car down below, or the dog barking three stories down, but it was better than facing the quiet of your own home. You knew you would go mad in between those damned four walls, listening to your boyfriend snore and the clock in the kitchen tick and the floorboard creak when you walked to the bathroom.

You couldn’t face the quiet, not after the wonderful, deafening, blaring joy of this afternoon.

You let your legs dangle off the edge of the rooftop, sitting back on your hands and staring at the glaring screen of your phone. Your thumb ached slightly from scrolling through anything and everything you could find to keep yourself distracted. The newest clean energy replacement from Alchemax. The latest from politics. The child that had been kidnapped this afternoon, now home and safe, thanks to Spiderman snatching the kid from the backseat before plowing the speeding car with the kidnapper into a metal gate.

There came the soft, muted noise of a weight landing on the power box on the rooftop behind you, and you whipped around to find a familiar - but no less startling - red and blue figure sitting perched on the metal edge. Spiderman tilted his head at you, balanced on the balls of his feet despite the hulking frame of his muscles.

“Just came to check up on you after the other day,” he said through the mask. His eye lenses moved as his eyes roamed your figure. “Didn’t know you were this far gone.”

Clicking your phone off anxiously, feeling your heart thunder in your ears, you gave a little laugh and looked down at the drop beneath your feet. “I think if I was ready to end it,” you joked in return, “I’d go for something a little less traumatizing for pedestrians.”

Spiderman was still for a moment. Then he extended his wrist, and a string of web shot across the rooftop to stick to the space on the lip beside you. He used it to yank himself across the tarmac of the roof, landing again on the balls of his feet on the edge. He shifted himself, resting his forearms overink his thighs, and turned his masked gaze to the city before you both. Golden lights twinkled from skyscrapers and apartments and office buildings, creating a constellation of life between windows. The night air was crisper up here - as crisp as it could get, what with the smog from arsonist fires and churning factories and gas emissions - and the stars seemed to shine just a touch brighter.

“So… how are you doing?” the vigilante asked, keeping his gaze on New York. “After the robbery, I mean. Something like that, it can… stay with you.”

There came a fluttering in your heart. But rather than express such a sensation, because you had every right to be wary about giving yourself away anymore, you said, “It wouldn’t be the first thing like that to happen to me. And I’m sure it won’t be the last.” You lifted a hand to the star-lit city, crowded to the rim with life and hatred and love. “We’re in New York. What more can you expect from a city like this?”

For a long while, neither of you said anything more. It was strange being so close to the man everyone had been talking about for the couple weeks he’d been active - so close you could lean right over and pull that mask off. But you kept your distance.

Spiderman took a breath and said, “Couldn’t sleep?”

You shrugged a shoulder. “As if I typically sleep at this time anyway.” Then you turned to face him again, locking your ankles together over the edge of the rooftop. The breeze swayed your hair back and forth, like you were suspended underwater. The tension in your lungs certainly felt that way. “Did you enjoy the show the other night?”

He was still for a moment. For two. Then he met your gaze through his mask, his eye lenses narrowing. Even through the cover that hid his face, the heat of his eyes scorched holes through you. “What do you mean?” he asked.

Feeling slightly bolder than you had a moment ago, you lolled your head at him. “You know what I mean.” You sniffed, leaning back on your hands. “Did you follow me? Or was it just a coincidence that Spiderman showed up to my club the day he saved my ass?”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“...Sure.” You felt a flutter of embarrassment within you, of doubt and guilt. What if that hadn’t been Spiderman that night at The Menagerie? What if it was some other guy, with some other scar on his collarbone, and you had gotten it all wrong? Despite your sudden worry, you refused to let your confidence waver. “So… do you make it a habit of checking up on every person you help?”

For the first time, you watched and listened as he cracked a smile and chuckled. The lenses over his eyes narrowed as his cheeks rose and his mouth spread into a smirk. You watched the bit of mask over his lips stretch. “You got me there,” he drawled in that low, husky tone of his that made you cross your legs a bit tighter, squeeze your thighs tighter. “Just… couldn’t really get you off my mind. You’ve got courage, saying no to that guy. That’s admirable.”

You felt your cheeks flush. Spiderman? Calling you brave? What an ironic sense of humor the universe had.

“I guess someone has to stand up and say no,” you murmured into the breeze.

“Yeah. Someone has to.”

Moments turned into seconds, and those turned into minutes. You almost wished you could stay like this forever; here, on the rooftop with Spiderman, with the breeze rustling your hair and the car horns beeping and the rest of the world forgotten.

But all too soon, it was over.

Spiderman rose to his full height in a seamless transition, turning his head to face the street away from you. “Should get back now,” he said, then switched his gaze down to you. You wondered, behind that mask, what color his eyes were. “Sure you’re not going to jump?”

You felt yourself smile. “Promise, Spiderman.” You watched as he nodded his head, then prepared to catapult himself off the building and swing onto the next one. Before he could, however, you called out. “And hey,” you said, drawing his attention, “if you ever drop by the club again, ask for the Monarch.”

He stared at you for the longest moment. Then he turned, stepped off the lip of the rooftop, and disappeared.

You didn’t bother leaning over, watching him spring a web from his wrist to flip through the air and parade down the street above the cars and streetlights. Instead you looked back to the city’s skyline far above yourself, silhouettes of buildings framed by a rich violet horizon.

Perhaps one day, you would see what it looked like without all this smog and the army of dark clouds hanging over it.

But for now, you were content with watching it darken until it was nothing but black and purple.

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[prettyboykatsuki]

afflictions | u. ochako

♡ tags ; gn!reader, fluff, office relations, mentions of drinking, best friend bakugou (to ochako), from halloween that i just finished lol

♡ wc ; 1.3k

♡ a/n ; this is selfship content ngl. but its okay. ochako i want u sooo bad

♡ synopsis ; ochako has been avoiding her office crush post a halloween fiasco and it's starting to weigh on her conscience.

"You're way over thinking this, Uravity."

Bakugou casts Ochako a glance as she sighs over her cup of tea. He might be right, but for the minute it doesn't mean anything. She frowns, burying her face in her hands.

For the first time since highschool, Ochako Uraraka is head-over-heels pining. There's good news and bad news.

The good news is that the person she likes has a decently high chance of liking her back if the universe isn't just playing her like a fiddle. The bad news is that they work together, not even as Hero's. Ochako's in love with someone from the research department in the agency, a co-worker.

She can feel Bakugou's eyes boring lasers into her head but she can't help it. This whole situation has blown out of proportion and what was once a thirsty passing office crush is a full-blown romantic entanglement and Ochako is entirely too interested in seeing it through. That's why she can't keep her eyes off you, leaned on the side of a cubical, laughing at some joke that Kirishima is relaying to you.

She leans her palm against her cheek before dropping her head against the table.

"Bakugouuu," She whines, wanting to bury herself away "What do I do?"

"Stop being a little bitch and talk to them." He offers, without remorse. Ochako shoots him a glare.

"It's not that easy."

"Oh my god, Cheeks—yes, it fucking is. Are you an idiot? They make fucking heart eyes at you every time you talk to them. It's disgusting."

Ochako giggles.

"Wait, really?"

"Like I said, disgusting. Why the fuck would I lie to you? I'm not Denki, I don't give a fuck. I'm just not blind."

Ochako sighs. That's true.

It wasn't always this.. complicated. Maybe that's the word. At first, Ochako was just interested in your appearance. You looked more put-together than the rest of the people in your team and you had a sort of easy-goingness that she was naturally drawn to. She likes looking at you, soft features but sharp and bright eyes.

The first time you two spoke was out of necessity. You were gathering information on the effects of exposure to violence over time within a bunch of heroes and needed permission from a bunch of different people. You chose Ochako because of her unique position as a rescue hero.

And at first, your little meetings were all work related. Surveys and scans and whatever important stuff the job entailed. Ochako's fluttery feelings started surfacing half-way through then, when your jokes became more relaxed. Your demeanor changed. You were starting to be comfortable with her and she liked that.

She's always thought this but she's a little drawn to people who were a little mild. The attractive, smooth way you spoke stopped being a passing thought. Gentle, intelligent, not too familiar but open-minded.

The final nail in the coffin was at Sero's Halloween party where you'd shown up in a lazy werewolf costume with shitty clip-in ears and a leash around your neck - fake fangs getting in the way of your cup. Ochako went as red-riding hood, a coincidence. Maybe it was the alcohol or the comfortable environment.

She doesn't know. She does know that with a few shots in her, she was dragging you around by the collar of your shirt calling you her big bad wolf and you followed her every whim. Let her sit in your lap and even took her home when she got drunk - with a text the next morning reading "hope you slept well, red."

Ever since then, Ochako's been.. kind of avoiding you. She doesn't want to. She's just... too embarrassed to look you in the face. Given her drunkeness, she doesn't remember everything. How you reacted to her, mostly. What if you weren't into her?

It's assuring to hear Bakugou so confident about it but it doesn't ease her nerves all the way.

"You know that new intern that came in last week?"

Ochako hums absent-mindedly.

"She confessed to your little lovebird yesterday." Bakugou says with a sigh. Ochako nods at first before freezing, hand slamming on the counter.

"Wait are you serious?"

"Don't miss your chance, Cheeks." Bakugou says with a sigh.

She takes a minute to gear herself up before stepping out of the kitchen into the office. She catches your eye first, waving and you immediately seem surprised before relaxing into a smile.

Kirishima whispers something to you, seemingly, before you punch his arm and wave him goodbye. Once he leaves, Ochako walks over to you - stopping just in front of you. You give her a grin.

"Thought you ran away from me, Red."

Ocahko feels her stomach flutter with familiar nerves. She resents how good you are at making her flustered.

"I didn't run anywhere." She counters. You chuckle, leaning your head against the wall.

"Good to know. Thought for sure you were leaving me out to dry."

"I wasn't though," She whines, a little taken by your smile "I was just... y'know."

"Do I know?"

"Ugh, seriously. I was just embarrassed, okay? I wasn't gonna avoid you forever." She mumbles, arms crossed over her chest.

Your expression softens a little just for her, and if Ochako didn't see it with her own two eyes - she wouldn't be able to believe it. You smile a little more.

"Yeah? I'm relieved. Thought maybe I should've been a little more strict with you. Assumed I made you uncomfortable."

"Oh, god - not at all, I just couldn't... remember every single thing. I thought maybe you were mad."

"As if I'd ever be mad at you? C'mon now." And you're there again, charming the wits of off her "I had a good time. It was fun being bossed around by you. Maybe I should've applied for sidekick after all."

She covers her face in embarassment.

"You're the worst."

"Big bad wolves usually are."

"Oh my god, shut up. You're so awful!"

You put your hands up in self-defense and she's in a fit of giggles. Heart fluttering so hard she feels like a teenage girl again. She musters up some more courage and looks at you.

"I'm glad I didn't ruin your night."

"I'm glad I didn't ruin yours," You reply back, leaning in a little "Missed seein' your pretty smile."

"Jeez. No wonder all of interns are falling for you."

"Now where'd you hear that from?"

She scoffs a little, playful but sarcastic.

"I've got eyes everywhere, obviously. Do you talk to everyone like that or something? Those poor, naive girls. They don't even know what they're signing up for."

You huff some air through your nose, eyes lowered.

"And what would that be?"

"A wolf in sheeps clothing."

You laugh at her little joke.

"Have some faith me in, will you? I already turned her down."

"Really?"

She makes an attempt at masking her excitement but it's not with much effort. You nod, hands in your pockets.

"Yeah. Told her there was someone else I was interested in."

Ochako feels her heart pound.

"There is?"

"Sure is. Except, she's techincally my boss so I don't really know how I should go about telling her. Tough luck."

Holy shit. You mean her. You give her a coy smile, reaching a hand out to pat her head before you leave.

"I'll see you at lunch, Red."

"Y-yeah. See you,"

You crack one more smile before turning the other way, giving her a final wave before mozying off in the other direction. When she's sure your out of earshot, her knees nearly give in from what was basically a confession.

She turns her head back to the breakroom before running towards, stumbling back in to Bakugou over a cup of coffee. He gives her a bored stare.

"Holy SHIT,"

"Told you so,"

[fountainpenguin]

"Their set time's far too early and I've never heard of them..." (x)

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New Pixels Imperfect stuff today!

“No One Likes the Opening Band” || MCYT one-shot

Read on AO3 - 13k

@flufftober - Day 1 - "I've Got You"

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Professional camera account sports get real competitive, especially when you’re the only team in the league with 4 cams and 1 player-born. No one ever thought they’d see the day Etho let a cam into his life. And, well... He didn't. Turns out, he just brought a friend.

AKA - More PiglinMyNose and SnifferMyFeet fluff because I live for the "ancient camera account boy takes his newbie friend under his wing" dynamic and I love them, your honor.

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Canon-typical Minecraft violence (Fighting in a safe environment; immediate painless respawn) + anxiety and brief dissociation (Sniff reflecting on Joel and Grian possessing his body in his origin video) + Emotional hurt/comfort (Stressed by people looking down on you) + Mild flirting between Pig and TwoMuchGrian (and Sniff has a crush on BadTimeWithScar: world's sexiest semi-invisible catboy)

Also tagging for "Sniff's still coping with the fact that he's not married to either Etho or Scar even though his screwed-up memories tell him Double Life SMP was real and not roleplay," I guess... I love him.

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(First 1,000 words under the cut)

Wait, THAT'S the guy Etho settled for!?

Team Jade Jaguars is the only team in the Competitive Camera league with a team of 4 cam accounts instead of 5. Everyone's been whispering about their player-born. Seriously, their team's tag started trending when the season began. That was weeks ago, and only rarely has it slipped from the upper spots. Half a dozen articles keep circling the portal hub like lions waiting for a kill. Even Pig knows that, and he gets most of his news secondhand from the rest of the team.

Wait their 5th slotter isn't even a camera?

"Guys, ignore them," TwoMuchGrian said the first time they passed a news page pinned up in town square. "They're just trying to get in our heads." And Two's team captain, so Pig did exactly that. They'd just finished their second practice, all of them with pixels sticking up funny and exhaustion dripping like raindrops from their code. Two praised all of them, even though Pig had a very bad fall and missed catching one of the best crossbow shots Joel's ever had. It didn't matter. Two insisted they all did phenomenal this early in the season. He took the whole team out for hot chocolate and sorbet.

😂😂 Bruh I'm crying WHAT? Who the hell is THAT???

Today is game day. The locker room bustles with chatter and banging iron doors. The room's had a makeover since last year. They've got lanterns instead of torches to light this place up now and their jaguar face logo snarls in triumph from a sea of gray carpet.

Are they tanking on purpose or something?

"Hey, Pig!" Two calls, jogging up behind him, and Pig turns his head. Two's not even changed yet, still sporting the tie-dye T-shirt he's almost always dressed in. His flower-spotted headband keeps slipping over his eyes. He pushes it up with one hand, tossing Pig a jade green jersey with the other. Pig catches it on one finger. Two's grin is crooked, but no less genuine than it ever is. "There ya go! I'm so sorry we cut it so close. I actually feel awful, but hey… we finally got your new shirt in!"

Ngl I can't follow the Jaguars' logic here. They know he's Etho, right? His sign-ups must have been a mile long

Pig flips the jersey around, searching for his name. The familiar number 8 blazes strong and proud on the back. Above it, in smaller print, is his current username: PiglinMyNose. It wouldn't have been a big deal to play the first match with last season's jersey, but… It's nice to shed the final tie to his old identity. LazyBeans26 is a guy of the past. "Pig" is a far more comfortable nickname than "Lazy" ever was.

This I have to see

He hugs the jersey to his chest. "No way! Two, you're the best… See? This man!" He punches him in the shoulder; Two flashes briefly red. "I knew you'd come through for me!"

Like I'm all for a player joining the team if they want, but they pair him with ETHO?

Two hums in approval, fluttering his wings. It's so weird to see Two off spectator mode. When he's not translucent, you really get an appreciation for the deep blue and bright gold feathers he's flaunting. Pig casts a glance or two over his shoulder as Two walks away, calling out to PearlescentMoo on the far side of the locker room. Dang. Two's been putting in hours at the gym even outside their practice time. That's undeniable. Those are good looking shoulder blades. He can probably even lift a llama on a lead with muscle tone like that.

Glad he's on MY team… If we're going up against the Sharks, we need every edge we can get.

lmao I love how #Jade Jaguars has been trending for a month xD

Sniff sits on the center bench, his face pressed in his hands. Pig keeps a mirror on his locker door. He checks it every couple seconds as he sheds his jacket and wriggles from his shirt. It takes another two minutes to unclip all his necklaces and drizzle them in the locket basket. Then he pries off his rings. They drop on the necklace heap with a clatter. Probably shouldn't have worn all the jewelry today, but hey… They're his good luck charms. He always has his necklaces.

Does this mean we're never going to see an Etho/EthoCam team-up? 😢

Sniff moves his hands to the back of his neck, fingers bent as though they're claws.

See the most frustrating thing is that it's not like he's played before. He's still a new account. It's not even skill that got him in good w/ Etho. Etho's only with him b/c he looks like Joel. They're Boat Boy baiting for hype :/

The new jersey smells like cedar wood. Pig's never seen a cedar tree in his life, but somehow… He can tell. He holds it to his nose, breathing in the scent of fresh-cut shavings. In truth? It still feels warm from the printer, even though that must have been weeks ago. It's a sign of a good season, that. When he slips the jersey on, it fits perfectly, like a life vest.

Like… idk. I'm not saying I know for sure or anything, but it feels like there's some kind of nepotism thing going on behind the scenes.

Their first game of the season doesn't promise to be easy. Team Cerise Sharks isn't known for their mercy. BadTimeWithScar is team captain, and Two's been reviewing old footage since the match-up was announced. BadTime always brings out Two's competitive overdrive. Two sees scarlet every time. Pig spent all of last night on Two's bed, preening his wings and chatting about this and that while Two stared (glaze-eyed) at match after match on his comm screen. He needs new chew blocks; he's gnawed through most of them and his rope tug.

I should get him a care package. He'd like to be fawned over this week, I reckon.

Oh, their relationship gets skewed badly in a one-sided way when the tournament is live. It's like Two always says: Captain Two is not your friend. But he always makes up for it. Two's an overly affectionate pest between seasons, pushy and playful, and Pig falls head over heels for him every time. One evening with Two gripping his wrists like handcuffs and teasing raspberries at his cheek is worth a million tournament nights, at least.

BadTime's not even the only one to worry about. The Sharks are rocking a strong roster this season, featuring AriesEva, WellsGlazes, HumanCleo and ImpulseCam. Last year, iCam went home with the title of Top Scoring Player overall… a fact that TangoCam has never shut up about. Pig glances three lockers down. Tea is seething, staring at the half dozen carefully compiled images of his long-time rival taped inside his locker door. He does the whole "anime glasses" thing, pressing his glasses up every time they slip down.

"I'm gonna bury him in the avalanche trap," he mutters. "That gold medal's mine." So saying, Tea bends the locker door slightly, reaching out to glide his fingers over iCam's face. He trails them down his cheek. They squeak against paper. "He'll be recording snow the whole match."

[gay-dorito-dust]

Leon intellectualizing me mes just comes with the man. It'll go straight over his head and the interrogation will start. It's not to prove his point, but like you said, he's unnecessarily philosophical.

..ngl 🥺 I am too. It's the dance between rubbing my forehead and walking away or over-analyzing with him. 🤡

~~~~~~ incoming rant ~~~

"I made it everyone's problem" ahhhh 🤣🤣🤣 good work solider. Lmao I love that.

That's the thing there was never a point to them! They barely did their jobs and they kept fucking over groot, grouch, gruis, whatever the hell his name is. They're not even useful henchmen. They couldn't even do the one job they had ➡️ ELECTRIC CHAIR!

*clears throat and fixes hair*

Sorry for the rant. I genuinely despise the minions and think they dealt a hand in the extinction of humanity. I've seen the original concept art, BUT that's not what we got. Whoever dealt out a soulless, lazy, bootleg version deserves the smite of every horrific eldritch god.

~~~back to Leon ✨️🥚~~~~~~

You know when he reads it he's gunna squint and then pull out his readers (that sit on his nose cuz he's cool like that 😎).

Omg!! Say it louder for those in the back because they really love depicting Leon like a suave, charming, mysterious, badass. As much I eat that shit up. He is a badass but bb he's goofy, awkward, and believes he's a cool kid.

"Where did everyone go? BiNGo?" 🥴

"I’m sure you boys didn’t just tag along so we can sing kumbaya together at some boy scout bonfire." 🙃 Leon, get out. You're walking the rest of the way.

Ashley deserves more credit after surviving a murderous cult AND Leon's one liners. I know I would've accidentally hurt his feelings by the 6th one liner.

I over analyse stuff too much and it’s grown into a game of ‘is it something deep? Or am I just trying to find something that wasn’t there in the first place?’

Mate, Leon was saving that ‘where did everybody going? Bingo?’ One line in his back pocket and he found the opportunity in the WEIRDEST way possible.

Which leads me to think that Leon has shit comedic timing.

Plus his one liners only hit with those who like that type of shit. (guilty as charged.)

Tbh I’d let him speak his one liners, tell him out of pity that they’re good whilst dying inside from how bad they are. (cuz I have the backbone of a chocolate eclair. What a twat.)

I’d only be encouraging this behaviour of his and for that I must apologise…for making everyone else suffer alongside me. ❤️

-extremely short rant-

The minions were only there to be made into toys for kids and comedic effect with their running gags of fart gun/bananas and literally nothing else.

-rant over-

Leon be like;

Ashley is the bravest solider cuz I wouldn’t be able to do it. Not a chance. I’d crack and be like to the weird cult ‘kill me now thnx.’

Leon: *after cutting off an arm of a villager* looks like you’ve been disarmed 😎

Ashley:

[chapstickman]

“I just came from r/196” ask game

Saw another post. I think I should invite y'all to one of our longstanding traditions. Answer the questions then tag 10 (or more) people. I'll go first.

Name? Jarrod

Pronouns and gender? they/he, guy???

Sexuality? Pansecual

Country? USA MERICA FUCK YEAH🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅

Top 5 fandoms? hazbin/helluva, fnaf, team four trees two, i forgor the rest

What is your Most forbidden snack? fabuloso also chapstick

Would you pet a bug? scared scared scared of bugs. dont like them. scary scary.

Share a weird fact/story about yourself with the class. i love fixing things, no matter what it is. my silly little brain just latches onto it like a puzzle, which it kinda is. i can already fix most electronic devices, or alteast know how to (FUCK apple and their stupid fucking anti repair policy. thats actual fucking bullshit. i dont want to have to pay for a 200 dollar course and license to fix your shitty god damn phones. mac books and ipads are aight. but FUCK apple as a company. all this does is protect their silly little fucking income from their stupid ass fucking phones breaking all the fucking time. all it does is make it so that people who do fix phones for a living fucking cant, and no devices to fix means no food on the fucking table for them or their families. they're toying with peoples livelihoods for a bit of fucking profit.) if i dont know how to fix it (cars, microwaves, tvs, literally anything that could break) i want to learn

What does the color blue taste like? mmm yumby

What is the most beautiful thing you've ever seen? the ocean. it goes on forever. it doesnt stop. i didnt realize that until i saw it in person. it stopped me dead in my tracks.

What is the stupidest thing you've ever done? ive got this protein bar. in 2020 (my second year of marching band, freshman year) i was eating a box of them on the way to marching band camp. i lost one. this was in july. i found it on the ground still sealed in january of the following year. i still have it. im going to eat it my senior year at the end of the year band dinner. i have not done it yet. im going into my senior year. im going to do it. it will kill me. i will not regret it.

Stupidest thing you've seen/heard someone else do/say? a pastor for a church i used to attend (unfortunately hes my uncle) blamed crime and evil on transgender people

Hyperfixation song? long list. Starman David Bowie, banana man tally hall, mr white keys cherry poppin daddies, play that funky music wild cherry, cant take my eyes off you frankie valli, sh-boom the ink spots, the devil went down to georgia the charlie daniels band

Is there any meaning behind your profile picture and/or username? I've been asked several times where "Chapstick Man!" comes from. It comes from TF2. I named a rocket launcher "chapstick gun" with the description "ngl chapstick taste kinda good" and then i thought the joke was funny and it stuck. my name is now Chapstick Man on like everything. i have not been sued yet. Im too cool to be sued.

Dream career as a child? also electronics repair technician (i am answering these out of order)

Dream career as an adult? still kinda a child ig. but i want to be an electronics repair technician, running my own little computer/electronics repair shop. i already know how to do it, i just need a building and to be 18 (i turn 18 in december) and people to come and give me their stuff to fix. i love fixing things.

Thoughts on cilantro? its aight ig

Have you ever been banned from a location and if so, why? I havent. but i plan to be. i am going to be silly and they cannot prevent it.

What is your cursed food combination? I did my burgers in ketchup if i want ketchup, i did my biscuits in gravy for biscuits and gravy

Trans rights? are epic!!!!!!

@everyone im lazy

[straykats]

kat talks: the world ep.1: movement

guerrilla has me lacking words and oxygen and im too scared to listen to the rest of the album

propaganda

this reminds me of laser tag or smth akin to alien invasion games

this with earphones >>>

okay thats kinda all i gotta say

sector 1

OH WHY DOES THIS SOUND SO FAMILIAR is it bc of a teaser or what

edit: after my self-doubt being cured through reading other people's posts, i would like to say yes i did think it might have been the outro thingy from answer but i couldn't remember correctly so i was like hm more likely a teaser BUT I SHOULD HAVE GUESSED ugh ofc atz

oh my god izzy if u see this u were right this slaps and im only ,ike 5lines in

THE CONTRAST BETWEEN VERSE AND CHORUS

hongjoongs laugh <3

its a very 'wake up world' kind of song??? like. nice calm oncoming event kinda vibes. lengthening shadows as the sun rises, but timelapsed

i love the synth moving parralell with the melody? theres a term for it but i forgot VNJKSVFS

the bridge buildup is snazzy

i feel like that was a really calm intense song???? like if this was a war or smth this is the preparation and sharpening of weapons and stuff

cyberpunk

oh this one is intense intense

THE BASS hehehehehehhee its so central and then the claps are further to each side and it sounds very nice

OOO i love how the bass/percussive synth sounds just disappear at mingi's 'fix on'

the change in texture is really nice!!

NFJVKFSNVKJFSKVFNJVFNKVS WAIT WAI SNJKVSF

CHROMATIC DESCENT CHROMATIC DESCENGRJKBDFKNB

i'm getting the circus/clown theme in my head now.

funnky lil mashup potentially???

okay i really like this song and not just bc of the chrom descent

the percussive synth thingy ARGHHHH loml in this song

OHHHHHHH THE SOLO CHROM DESCENT WITH NO BACKING INSTR VFNSJKVNFSFJKVNSKJVNSK

THE BEAT-LATE STARTNJKGVSNJVNSJKVSNVKSNJVKSNVKDSV

AHHHHHHHH ANOTHER DELAYED STARTTTT

the descending vocals w the higher adlib thingies >>..

guerrilla

okay seatbelts on im gonna go crazy

this is mv commetary too!!

THE BASS heheheheheheh

the beat silence HHBD

AHHAHAHAHA HONGJOONG'S SIDE JUMP

god the lazy rap (?) >>

the drawling kinda "oHHHHhhh" synth after the yell

yunho and yeosang stop stop stopsotpsots

seonghwa beloved

are thsoe strings in the prechor??

whether or not it is i think an prchestral arrangment would be sexy af

the synth in the chorus tooo AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

THE KEY CHANGEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

THE GUITFGHDBSHVKDBSKVDS

haha very sane of me

upside down mingi good mingi

nah the directing for this mv is insane imo

the vocals during the upside down mingi bit that repeats his lines and then sings with >>>

the yunho/san part SNHFFDNDSKDSJNDSKDSSDV

seonghwa beloved pt2

key change again!!!! i think

cant wait to fiddle around to figure this out

THE ROCK BRIDGE SJUT UP I DIDNT APPRECIATE THIS IN MY FIRST LISTEN

drums and bass my most BELOVED i think an electric violin would be super sexy in the bridge

the final chorus LOVE LOVELOVEEEEEEEEEEE

god i cant even articulate properly rn this song literally starts on a high and then gets better and better and better

the ring

the way the smile just slowly grew on my face is almost theatrical imo

i love the silences !!

0:55-2:05 is so scrumptious harmonically but i cant yet figure out why

the way each section sounds different is so cool to me

one ring to rule them all??? i knew i should have made a lotr joke at the beginning

also ive been fiddling around w an online keyboard as i listen along to this song which is why theres so few comments JNDFKSNVSK

oh wait. the organ???? sounds like an organ???

wdig (where do i go)

THE LAUGH

damn ngl thought this was gonna be a ballad-y slower song

@ 0:26 the chord goes. goes funky. i am once again harmonically intrigued (minor 3rd??? )

@ 0:48 @ 0:55 i am once again intrigued

wait is the chor a key chabge??? do i just sinply think everything is a keychange????

loving the tempo changeups as well!! or is it the same tempo.

new world

NICE

rhythm game vibes

OHHH YEAH THIS IS NICEEEEE same

do u think hognjoong records a new laugh in all the songs or does he use the same audio file

i am once again having harmonic feelings

can reacttothek react to this album pls

why does the chorus/hook remind me of one ok rock

2:34-2:39 is sure funking snazzy i love it

another prepare for war song i love it

this whole album gives 'prepare for war' kinda vibes i love it

[ao3feed-undertale1]

Fears (UTMV)

read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/53884183 by Hyperfixater6666 Uhhhhh how do I summary?? Well first of all hi this is my first story It’s pretty bad ngl But uhmmmm So like The skeletons just like Scare each other It’s an experience Just read it Or don’t Idfc (IM STILL TRYING TO GET USED TO THIS SO I APOLOGIZE IF I DO THINGS WRONG PLEASE DONT HURT ME) Words: 1351, Chapters: 3/?, Language: English Fandoms: Undertale (Video Game) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Dream Sans, Killer Sans - Character, Ink Sans, Cross sans, Dust Sans, horror sans, Nightmare Sans, Nightmare Gang (Undertale), Error Sans Relationships: Sans/Sans (Undertale), Dust/Killer Additional Tags: Swearing, Cringe, non-canon, Not Canon Compliant, My headcanons, My First Fanfic, My First AO3 Post, Exaggeration, Angst, Crying, Bad Puns, Puns & Word Play, my take on the characters, OOC, Manipulative Dreamtale Sans | Dream (Undertale), HELPtale reference, Dreamtale Nightmare Sans (Undertale), Underswap Sans (Undertale), Killer Sans (Undertale) - Freeform, Xtale Sans | Cross (Undertale), Dreamtale Sans | Dream (Undertale), Horrortale Sans (Undertale), Bad Sanses | Nightmare's Gang (Undertale), Star Sanses (Undertale), too lazy to tag the rest of the characters, Bad Writing, bad things happen, this whole thing is a rollercoaster, Slumbertale - Freeform, I Can't Believe I Wrote This, Why Did I Write This?, I’m bad at characterization, Everyone kinda acts the same and I hate it, Trauma, Horror has ptsd kinda, Very short appearance from Swap, Ink also has ptsd, Panic Attack, Error has a stutter, Dreamtale Sans | Dream Being a Jerk (Undertale), Caring Dreamtale Nightmare Sans (Undertale), Kinda, Dusttale Sans/Killer Sans (Undertale), Killerdust - Freeform, Error is only in one chapter, Error has hapephobia, _____tale Sans | Ink (Undertale), ____tale Sans | Ink Needs a Hug (Undertale), Most of them need a hug, not Dream tho he’s a bitch, ____tale Sans | Ink's Brush | Broomie (Undertale), Ink can’t portal without Broomie, Error can tho, Might add more ships later, idk yet read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/53884183

[elaichoi]

the v v v first time i saw ur acct was when u had the yeonjun prive alliance layout ^3^ those reincarnation aus made me saur emo T^T

i luv that for u agghh<3 not that there's anything wrong w it,but i find it most satisfying when ppl get into kpop from kpop-genre songs rather than western-sounding kpop songs lol my first kpop artists were b2st (highlight) and t-ara hehe

mhm yea mayybbe! i know 100% why i don't post them and its cos i used to be consistent w posting on both kpop & personal socmed accts but mental health happens and i kinda stopped bc numbers make me want 2 cry lmfao

except im slightly less mentally ill since that time now and yk i actually genuinely do rlly want to start all my socmed accts up again but im putting it off bc im a bit of a perfectionist and so im lazy to be doing all dat... all of nothin :D don't call the orderly i'm fine ^_^ /lh

2019-21? ah probably not then i'm pretty sure i was in and out of the school roster (pls tell me if i am oversharing/trauma dumping/crossing any boundaries bc i genuinely do not know i no longer have any social skills T_T /gen /srs)

hm i'm not sure tbh i only followed the one 😭😭 i haven't been on wattpad in a long ass time and i remember i tried seeing what wattpad was like nowadays and was v disappointed w the ads and paid stuff (i think i don't remember). booooo 👎👎

omg wait that's so cool aaaaah!!! i changed my user a lot so i honestly could not tell u bc i have goldfish memory ;__; i do remember i had a user like taempons(_) i think it had an underscore idk don't remember but i changed it (kinda wish i saved it ngl) and oh one i do remember was peachyjihoons (my wannaone phase lmao) but yeah im pretty sure my most recent user was some based on some tumblr shit like svnshine or something idfk 💀💀

u are already a talented writer save some for the rest of us 👺 /j if u could also draw u would be too powerful 👁️👄👁️

omg THAT WAS MY FIRST LAYOUT TOO!! this account isn't that old tbh i still haven't gotten the feel of writing smuts as of yet that's why i havent been much active on it BUT WAIT REINCARNATION AU?!? from my main???

DUDE I LOVE B2ST!!!! and t-ara!!!!!!!! i really got into kpop slowly because i fell for kdrama at first (found replay in one of the kdrama edit lmao) so like my music journey has been very, very kpop ish. i think the global influence in most of kpop songs started to become mroe prominent during 2018?

bro i get you like the fear of starting the stuff you love because you feel like you won't be able to give it all and starting it and feeling it like you're gonna disappoint yourself. i hadn't started anything since like 2017 until recently because i was scared i was gonna stumble, or it won't be good ( well mostly that) or i won't be able to finish that. me and my bff still has this one project we started around like 2018 lmao we both still haven't finished it or picked it up bc we developed the idea sm and got so close to it that we fear writing it now.

not OVERSHARINH I WANNA KNOW!!! NO but like FR wattpad went through the biggest glow down IVE EVer seen like. it's legit LEGIT inhabitable. like at first you take away the newsfeed?!? like how am i gonna pine over other accounts now?!? and then everything became paid and shit like wtf is that?!

omg i wonder if I ever saw you on my explore page or tags bro fr this is so interesting my ig handle has always been one tbh it's @celestialsoo ( my intense love affair with kyungsoo era) like since the dawn of the day.

YOU LIE!!!!! i wish i could fr draw tho i want to draw my muses :///

[hyuckmov]

hi jing! how are youuuuuu?

been so busy with uni lately and now since midterms are over i finally get to have some free time ^^ which probably means i get to reread ur works if i'm too lazy to look for more fics 😆 unless do you have any recs? 👀

ngl i've been having this haechan brainrot as well that probably explains why i'm here on tumblr again lol and i suddenly thought of an idea that, we are the one's usually obsessed with haechan and his thighs... but what if the table turns and haechan is now the one obsessed with an oc's thighs fksksnhdjjkdkd and loses his mind over the thought of short skirts, garter belts, and whatnot 🤯

lol anyway i just wanted to ramble here, have a great day!

- 💛

💛ANON i missed u so bad genuinelyyyy pls ramble here more often i love hearing from u <3 congrats on finishing midterms i hope you're enjoying your time!!! you deserve to rest and relax hehe

alsoooo my recs blog is at @hyuckpdf i rb stuff there and scream in the tags...other than that i think since the last time u were here the only new thing i posted was request 3? i'm working on some more stuff tho hehe so look forward to thaaat

hyuck brainrot... happens to the best of us.... also i can SO see that he's such a touchy person i can just see him touching his gf's thighs a lot...liking to mark them up and bury his face in between them...just so concentrated on how it feels to squeeze them in his palms...yum

hope you have a great week!!!

[moontrinemars]

Tamino’s Orpheus (3361) is exactly conjunct his North Node in his western chart, he literally was meant to become Orpheus, I’m howling lmao

AND it’s in Libra at 7 degrees - in Vedic it’s 13′45″ and 14′08″ in Virgo, which also tracks, but not only that! His Juno is exactly conjunct his South Node/Ketu and therefore opposite his Rahu and Orpheus - at 7 degrees in Aries western, and at 13′53″ and 14′08″ in Pisces in Vedic, which makes even more sense given the context of his discography. ALSO, his Sun is conjunct his Eurydike, plus his Persephone is exactly square his Jupiter... God is mocking me specifically by keeping his birth time a secret but this alone is hilariously auspicious and hilarious... Dying to check his Nessus and Dejanira but I’ll do that later for funsies

[srn-clrwtr]

oh what i would give to just see somebody call the cullens colonizers 💔

[luvhrs]

❝seeing blue, feeling red❞ | viktor x gn!reader

♪ word count: 537 ♪ now playing: how deep is your love - bee gees, when i’m loving you - yianna ♪ rating & tags: M (fluff, established relationship, naked cuddling, body worship, tiny bit of implied smut near the end) ♪ requested?: yes

☾ ao3 ver. + & masterlist ☽

a/n: the prompts for this were so lovely so i just had to go all out + the chance to use the cuteass endearment i’ve been seeing in other viktor fics hELLO it apparently means little sun? so i felt it was very fitting!! i’m kinda proud of the result ngl so i hope you enjoy even if it took a bit long 🥺💛 thank you for reading, i appreciate you and all your interactions!! my asks are always open for requests and stuff~

The morning sun greets eyes of the same hue, painting the room in golden stripes. The light catches on tools and pens strewn across a desk blanketed in blueprint. It would be a more glaring reminder of the work to be completed for the day, if not for the faint breeze wafting from the window and making the prospect of a lazy summer's day so inviting.

Summer's in full bloom indeed, but it's none of these things that makes Viktor so sure.

No, that honor goes to the body laying beside him in bed, legs entangled and bare skin flush against his.

"How deep is your love, solnyshka?"

Your head rises from its resting place on Viktor's chest, making him pause from running his fingers through your hair. "Are you doubting me, my dear?" you ask—not before gasping dramatically and making a show of it, of course.

"Never!" Your eyebrows raise in challenge at that, but Viktor only chuckles at how cute you look. "I'm a scientist. I simply mean to learn."

"Well, Mr. Scientist," you huff a little, as you prop yourself up on your elbows. "Aren't you familiar with the subject matter already?" 

Have I not shown you enough? You don't say it out loud, but Viktor hears it anyway. He recognizes the hint of uncertainty trailing off your tone, catches the extra second you cast your glance down while adjusting your position.

(Not to mention he's no stranger to the thought himself, but that conversation's for another day.)

So in the way he knows best, he reassures you, "Why don't you test me then?"

Viktor watches your stare morph from one of playful disbelief, to experimental excitement (you definitely got that from him), to pure, unadulterated love, and that ball of golden warmth in the sky is all but forgotten—replaced by your lips beginning the softest exploration known to man.

You lean down and spoil him with butterfly kisses on his eyelids, nose, cheeks, lingering when you reach his mouth. "Enough?" you whisper.

With you looking at him like that, Viktor almost forgets to speak, but your test is an easy one. He hums. "Deeper."

You beam.

Hell, you're his sun. The light that pours into the deepest, darkest crevices of his soul—and his neck and collarbones now—is yours and nobody else's. He can't look right at you without it hurting a little, without something hitting hard and bright in his chest until it's hard to breathe—you kiss him there too, naturally—like he can't quite believe why you came to him and never left. It's why he's asked you as much.

Your lips reach his stomach, your fingers dancing along his sides, and his hips rise at the slightest. "Deeper," he blurts out. A kiss to his hipbone and lingering breath, just a little more... "(Y/N), please—"

"See, you didn't even need a test!"

Viktor stifles a groan, while you fail to stifle a bubble of laughter. His eyes shoot open, though he doesn't even remember closing them in the first place, to you coyly crawling back up his body. You shower his face in more apologetic kisses, though he can't even be mad.

He'll just have to ask for a refresher later.

© LUVHRS, 2021. DO NOT PLAGIARIZE OR REPOST.

[fandemoanium]

// Night Class // Shigaraki x reader x Dabi

Minors and ageless blogs DNI

I am having whore nee thoughts. I can’t fucking write but here’s a thing my cooch came up with, mwah.

Summary: ever since you joined the league of villains Shigaraki has had been pining for you, but this poor virgin bby can’t get over his self consciousness and fear of rejection so instead he’s just a pervy boy who mastubates to the thought of you. that is until he joins you and Dabi for a drink one evening, where things escalate and Dabi ends but teaching him how to fuck you, and joins in on the fun himself.

Tags/warnings: dubcon (cos of a bit of alcohol consumption but everyone is aware of wats going on, also cos it’s Dabi and shiggy, they always a bit sus with consent ngl but mostly it’s pre good), afab reader, she/her pronouns, sex in a public place, exhibitionism (? But not really y’all are just horny in a place someone could walk in) threesome, double penetration of ya vag, unrealistic sex cos it’s fiction babY, fucking on the floor, degradation, praise, reference to having a mommy kink but it’s not actually used, shiggy being self conscious about his body, Dabi being Dabi, Dabi is a bisexual menace, shiggy being a bit of a perv, virgin shiggy and experienced dabi, shiggy calls Dabi a brat, use of “good girl”, Dabi gets impatient and puts his boot on shiggy so y’all get to fucking quicker, I wrote them softer then I would think of them usually so some peeps might seem em as a bit ooc, there is mentions of aftercare at the end cos aftercare is important folks, I think that’s everything but let me know if there are more and I’ll add em.

...

Dabi is a whore with daddy issues, no ifs, ands, or buts.

You never took his flirtations very seriously; instead offering back your own lewd remarks and shit eating grin - in banter that an onlooker might label as friendship.

Innuendo only became more and more common between you too, as you grew accustomed to your life with the league — much to everyone’s anger. And when I say everyone, I mean Shigaraki. The mop headed man child, had been absolutely captivated from the first moment you where introduced.

It wasn’t uncommon for him to have to exit your conversations abruptly, feinting having something more important to do when really he was rushing of to a place more private; somewhere he could stick his hand down his pants, grabbing at his cock and imagining it was ur cute tongue, swiping away the steady flow of pre weeping form the tip, instead of his thumb.

Shigaraki ached for you. Your body, you voice, the way your eyes crinkled in amusement but never malice when he stumbled over his words.

Now, he may have been more inclined to do something about it — if I weren’t for the fact he was a virgin. It was because of that he always held himself back, silently resenting Dabi for his experience and ease of action. His eyes that drooped when you turned to talk to him. The scarred hand that would occasionally come to rest on your thigh, playfully skimming upward until you swatted it away. The way he knew that if given the opportunity, Dabi would know exactly what to do with you.

How Shigaraki ended up drinking with you and Dabi was quite the mystery. Maybe he’d finally plucked up the courage to hold a full conversation with you. Maybe he was just fed up with someone else playing with his toy. Either way, the three of you where in various states of sobriety.

Dabi, despite having drank the most, was still rather clear minded; the only tell tale signs of alcohol consumption being his lazy grin, and more relaxed posture. Shigaraki had drank the least, the alcohol burning cracked skin on his lips, much to Dabi’s mirth. You where probably the most drunk; still aware of yourself but definitely more than buzzed. The warmth spreading through your body as you traded comments with Dabi, progressively leaned more and more into Shigaraki —much to his pleasure (and horror).

“Babe have you seen me? I’m sexy as hell,” Dabi grinned lazily at you, sipping from his class.

“Mmm sorry, my list of kinks doesn’t include attraction to bacon,” you replied mock apologetically, batting your eyes at the ratbastard of a man you begrudgingly called your friend, and secretly did find attractive.

“oh yeah?” Dabi’s eyes flicked between you and Shigaraki, the way you were now fully leaning against him, his arm resting gently across your middle. The sight ignited a spark of mischief in his previously content gaze. “I’d wager being called mommy is on that list though. With the way you’re letting the crusty baby clink to you.”

“Hey-” Shigaraki started, blush intensifying as he jumped to defend himself.

“Maybe I do,” you interupted coyly. Feeling the way Shigaraki tensed behind you, you decided, in ur boozed induced haze, to tease the boys a little. Snaking you hand behind you and into the mans hair, and turning your head to lightly nuzzle at the textured skin of his neck, you spoke, directing your words at Dabi, “what’s wrong with wanting a baby boy to spoil, hmm? You’ve seen me round the base, are we really going to act surprised if my mom friend tendencies transfer over to the bedroom?”

Dabi chuckled as you turned to face him again, the spark of mischief had been fanned into a raging inferno. “Wanna play mommy with me darlin?” Dabi practically purred as he leaned toward you.

Whether you realised it or not, you had set something in motion that wouldn’t be stopping.

Shigaraki’s arm wrapped tighter around you. The alcohol he had slowly been consuming finally kicking in, “who said she wants a brat?”

“Oh? Calling names are we shiggy? where’d a virgin like you develope such interesting vocabulary? Probably some shitty porno where the bitch wasn’t even wet,” Dabi goaded with a chuckle.

“Dabi come on, Shigaraki isn’t a virgin, stop trying to pick a fight,” you defended with a light roll of your eyes. Behind you Shigaraki shuffled awkwardly and kept quite, prompting you to turn toward him, “wait really? Shiggy have you never had sex?”

“Obviously.”

“Dabi shut up.” Your attention was now fully on the shaggy haired man, his reddened face averted from your gaze.

“Yeah... he’s- what he said,” Shigaraki didn’t want to say the word. He was so caught up in his embarrassment he didn’t notice the way your gaze dipped to look at his slight pout, demeanour so different to how he usually acted while bossing the league round. So cute.

“Don’t worry baby, being a virgin isn’t something to be ashamed of. It’s ok if you want to wait to do it with someone you trust.” You brushed some of the hair that had fallen over his eyes to the side of his face.

“If the name he moans while jacking off is any indication, I think buddy boy wants to bump uglies with you darling,” Dabi snickered, “thin walls babe,” he said, winking at Shigaraki.

“Dabi SHUT UP,” Shigaraki half yelled, repeating ur earlier sentiment. God you must think he’s such a creep, a total loser, a -

“If you want to I’d be up for it.”

wat.

Your remark drew Shigaraki out of his spiralling thoughts. “You... would want to have sex. With me?”

You chuckled, “yes shiggy, I’d want to have sex. With you. You’re pretty attractive you know?” Shigaraki’s eyes flickered between you and Dabi. This had to be a set up. Him? Attractive?? But despite how many times he looked, all he saw was an entertained, somewhat courious Dabi, and an amused but sincere you.

“I- I wouldn’t know what to do,” Shigaraki blurted, yeah he’d watched porn but real sex was different. And he didn’t want to embarrass himself infront of you again.

“Don’t worry I’ll help you out. That is, if princess is ok with that?” Dabi turned his salacious gaze to you. Now it was your turn to feel your cheeks to heat.

“Um yeah, that’s cool.”

“Fantastic, don’t worry shiggy, I’ll teach you all there is to know. Come ‘ere darling,” Dabi beckoned you towards him.

“Here?” You asked surprised.

“Everyone should be in bed or asleep by now, if we move to one of the rooms they’re probably more likely to hear us.” Dabi grabbed you waist once you were within range, bringing you over to his side of the bar for the first time that night. “Besides, where’s your sense of adventure doll?” Dabi smirked at you, “clothes off.” You hesitated only briefly before deciding fuck it, and stripping down till your clothes piled on the floor. Shit you really hoped no one was still up and about.

Shigaraki was completely mesmerised as your naked form was slowly reviled to him, pinching himself just to make sure this wasn’t just another cruel dream. Grabbing your hips again, Dabi turned you to face the pale haired man, your back now against his chest, his large hand grabbed the flesh of your thigh, hoisting ur leg up a bit so that ur foot rested on the foot bar of the stool he was sitting on to give him better access. “Alright freak, you better come closer so you can actually see shit, I don’t like repeating myself.” At Dabi’s words Shigaraki got off the stool, quickly coming to stand in front of you. “I don’t know what you’re working, with but you should always start out with foreplay. Make sure you get her nice and wet before ya even think about sticking your dick in. Shit like, running your fingertips over her skin is a good place to start,” Dabi acted out the motion causing you to shiver, “kissing is also pretty good,” he said, voice taking on a huskier tone. One second you where looking into bright blue eyes, the next you where sucking on Dabi’s tongue, as he indulged in finally being about to touch you like this.

Shigaraki felt himself chubbing up in his pants as Dabi drew back from your mouth, a small sting of saliva connecting the two of you before it snapped and Dabi dove right back into ‘teaching.’ “Below the belt is where the good stuff is,” Dabi smirked parting your folds, “collect some of the moister from her slutty hole and then bring it back up to her clit, that’s what you want. Bitches go crazy when you rub their clit.” And, like the good little assistant you were, a small moan breached your lips as Dabi started circling the bundle of nerves. Fuck, you where so riled up. “Come one crusty, you try.”

Shigaraki ignored the nickname, completely focusing on you as he reached out to replace Dabi’s hand. he was so glad he’d opted to wear his special gloves when he’d decide to drink with you earlier. “So wet,” he murmured, fingertips brushing gently over you clit. “Yeah she is,” Dabi cooed “such a good little whore for us.” Taking Shigaraki’s hand by the wrist he guilded his fingers down, then pushed them inside you. “Once you got her a bit excited you gotta start stretchin her so she can take your cock.” Dabi patiently guided shigaraki through stretching you out, sucking marks onto your neck as the less experienced man began to get the hang of it.

“Please,” you whined, you were so turned on it was insane, all your sass from earlier had disappeared, replaced by an urgent heat, “please shiggy, need you.” The two men you were between made eye contact briefly before Dabi moved away from the bench and spun you to face him. “On the ground.” When you only blinked at him dumbly, he grabbed you by the face, squishing your cheeks. “I said. On. The. Ground. Lay on ur back, legs spread. I don’t like repeating myself doll.”

Sinking down, you lay back on the cold floor, as Shigaraki went to stand beside Dabi, waiting for his next instruction. Heat radiated from your body in embarrassment as you spread your legs for the two men looking down at you. “Fuck, isn’t she pretty. Good girl.”

“Good girl,” Shigaraki echoed.

Dabi turned to smirk at him, “your turn, clothes off.” Shigaraki hesitated, feeling a wave of self consciousness hit him, what if you didn’t like how his body looked? “Come one hot stuff, you wanna be inside her right? Do you need me to help you get naked?” With Dabi’s final remark, Shigaraki began removing his clothes, your hips bucked involuntary at the sight of wat was beneath. “Shit and I thought you’d have a shrimp dick, my bad man.” Dabi chuckled.

Sinking to his knees, Shigaraki leaned down to hover over you, hips nestled between your spread thighs. “What do I do now?” He asked Dabi automatically, gaze focused on you tits.

Dabi huffed, “you fuck her idiot. Penis in vagina.”

“Right, ok.” Shigaraki’s eyes caught yours, “you can call me Tomura.” And then he was right back to business, grabbing his cock in his hand, he ran the tip through your wet folds before lining it up with your entrance and beginning to push in. “Ah, f-fuck,” Shigaraki whine, stilling after only sinking the head in, “feels g-good.”

Dabi was finally out of patience for the night, “yeah well it’ll feel better when she’s taken all of it.” Placing his booted foot on Shigaraki’s lower back he pressed down, helping sink Shigaraki’s cock into your cunt. “Tomura!” You cried out as he slid in all the way. You both paused, panting.

And then Shigaraki was fucking into you. Lewd sounds coming from your pussy as he slide in and out, mouth crashing into yours as he fucked you on the floor.

You didn’t notice the sound of clothes hitting the ground, but you did notice when rough hands grabbed your thighs, how Shigaraki’s feral pace was halted as he was repositioned, making space for Dabi to also settle between your legs. When you felt as second cock pushing against ur entrance you yelped, “w-what are you doing?!”

“You think I was helping the virgin out for free? Nah princess, I wanted to fuck this pretty pussy too.” Dabi’s cock started pushing in next to Shigaraki’s causing the man to whine from the stimulation.

“Fuck- Dabi wait. Not enough space.” You gasped out as he pushed further in, the stretch starting to hurt.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make it fit in my little whore. Now come one doll, tensing up will just make it harder, relax.” With one hand massaging your thigh and the other rubbing at your clit, slowly, Dabi sank in till you were filled with both the boys cocks. “Fuck, that’s it, that’s my fucking girl. Good job.” hand moving to rest on Shigaraki’s hip, Dabi started to thrust into you, spurring the other man back into motion. Soon the two men where pistoning into you, both you and Tomura whined out your pleasure, no longer able to form words.

“Fuck, can’t fucking wait to see you leaking out cum doll, gonna be our ah- pretty little slut aintcha? ‘n don’t think you’re done with us after this either. Ya gonna spend the rest of the week with at least one of our cocks in you ah ah ah oh fuck, fuck.” Dabi’s words tipped you over the edge, your tightening walls dragging the boys with you.

You shook as they pulled out of you. Legs tingling and ears ringing as their combine cum spilled out of your abused hole. Tomura sat mesmerised as it dripped onto the floor, while Dabi quickly shoved his way into his pants, throughing Shigaraki’s at him. Stooping down he pulled his shirt over you, leaning into give you a kiss, hesitating briefly before pressing one to Shigaraki’s forehead, “good job.” He stood up with you cradled in his arms, and Shigaraki rose to join you. “Shower then bed, everyone in the same room, no fucking complaints.”

“That orgasm must of knocked me out. I have to be dreaming if you’re offering aftercare Dabi.”

“Shut the fuck up. I’m not having a shitty mood swing after my body calms down because you fuckers wanted to have sex. And if you can still sass me, clearly I didn’t fuck you hard enough, you wanna go again princess?” Dabi snarled and you shook your head quickly. Shigaraki laughed at Dabi’s grumbling as he picked up the clothes still lying on the floor.

[bangchanswolfpelt]

Ngl your tags about wonwoo with the pregnancy joke gave me more brainrot than they should have. Goodbye.

yoooooo, that was stashed away in my drafts and i think i gave myself brainrot when i found it again 🥵

like, Wonwoo’s pretty easygoing as far as doms go—he’ll put up with a lot because he thinks it’s cute when you get a little unruly, and he’s not particularly strict, so there isn’t usually much for you to rebel against anyways.

he doesn’t bother texting, just calls as soon as he reads your message; when it goes straight to voicemail, it doesn’t take too long for him to realize that you’re probably fucking with him. once he figures it out, Wonwoo lets it drop and goes about the rest of his day as planned, because why should he chase after you if you’ve shut the door on him? but every unoccupied second of his time is spent puzzling out just how he’s going to punish you when you’re done playing this game.

not having any contact with you for the whole day makes Wonwoo irritable—everyone around him can tell that something is up—but he’s also a little excited. soft, lazy dom that he is, he also has a tyrannical side, and the thought of having something to properly discipline you for has him restless and eager to get home to you.

by the time he gets home, you're antsy, anxious from waiting for any kind of reaction from him. (honestly, you probably even turned your phone back on early, just to see what you'd be in for when he got back.) you don't have a plan, you didn't think this far ahead—but that's fine, he has. before you can say anything, he holds up the convenience store bag and shakes it gently.

“i thought we should double check. this kind of thing is a big deal, yeah?" when he pulls the first pregnancy test out and holds it out to you, his voice lilts up into a question, but it's not one that brooks anything but complete obedience.

and when it’s a negative, just like you knew it would be, Wonwoo just hums thoughtfully before tossing it into the wastebasket with a clatter.

“good thing i bought more than one. false negatives are pretty common.”

Wonwoo’s so reasonable, gentle even, as he refills your glass of water over and over again throughout dinner, as he reassures you that he'll take care of the dishes and presses another test into your hands with a placid little smile.

"huh. that's two negatives to a positive, isn't it?" his head cocks to the side, his expression all puzzled curiosity as his eyes flick from the negative test to you. "we'll just try another in a little while, then."

your skin buzzes with nervous anticipation as the evening creeps by; you can't stop fidgeting, like a child waiting for their mischief to be discovered, even as you're sure your silly little game has already been flipped on you. you gulp down your water obediently, though, butterflies fluttering in your belly when he pats you on the head after each emptied cup.

when you shuffle out of the bathroom for the last time, Wonwoo barely glances at the third test before setting it aside, as though he knew just as well as you what the result would be.

you're waiting for the bubble of calm to finally pop, but when he speaks, his voice is just as even and mild as it has been all night.

"hmmm. that's too bad. you were so excited earlier, weren't you?" his eyes are warm and dark, one big hand coming up to curl comfortingly around your cheek. when he tugs you in, you step into his embrace, near to shaking with expectation.

"guess we'll just have to fix that, won't we?"