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nightly-ruse · 1 year

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Fav ship: FireSandRaven.

Fire is with both Sand and Raven while they are just friends.

Raven went to twolegplace instead of the barn (he’s with Princess)

It’s mostly canon complicit but with Fire falling in love with Ravenpaw alongside Sandstorm although a little quicker.

Firestar names Raven Ravenflight.

Fire calls Raven his little birdie and makes flower crowns for him and Sandstorm.

Raven is just nervous dad with Squirrelkit and Leafkit “pls come get them Sand”

Firestar lives up to his name and is the middle spoon. No debate since neither Raven or Sand radiate heat that well. However, when Ravenflight gets nightmares about Tigerstar, he’s immediately put in the middle.

Firestar names Squirrelpaw Squirrelflight and Ravenflight is just in tears while Squif calms him down.

All three of them go on night hunts. Just time away from the clan and responsibilities.

Okay I love FireRaven a lot but add Sand in there? Even better. All their designs I just made up on the spot lol (well Raven I have a concept for but not a finished ref).

Let me get the ID out then I’ll put all my au thoughts on how’d this work under a cut bc I have A LOT of ideas.

(ID- Sandstorm is a long pale brown cat with golden brown down her back, ears, under her eye in a tear like stripe, and on her paws in stripes. She has darker brown on her tail, stripes across her back, hair tuft, paws, and under her eye. Cream is on the back of her legs, belly and muzzle. She is laying across the top around Firestar and Ravenflight. Firestar is on the left and is a fluffy round orange cat with red on his back end, ears, ear tufts, face in stripes and freckles, and paws. Darker orange is on his tail end, hair floof, and nose. Yellow on his belly, ear tips, inner ear fur, chin, and paws. He is laying against Raven, holding him with a smile and his tail wrapping around them. Ravenflight is on the right and is small, curling into Firestar with a small tear in their eye and tail end curling around his back. They are dark gray, purple tinted, with light lavender across the right side of their face in a wing like marking, back of his front leg, paw, on their back in a wing like marking, and in a smaller wing marking under their left eye. A darker black is on his back end, under their right eye in a matching wing pattern and ears. They have large round ears. The faint signature “Nightly Ruse” is in the top right. End ID)

Okay onto the au of how this would work. Instead of Raven running to the twoleg place (tho I think that’s cute esp if he’s who raises Cloud as a parting thing for them as he goes back to the clans) he still goes to the barn. There they are taken in by Barley who helps them discover themselves, help deal with his anxiety, work through his trauma, and discover themselves. This is where they find that they are not only non-binary using he/they but gay and ace. Both him and Barley go back to TC just before the battle where they fight. I like the idea of Raven actually helping a lot of cats from other clans bc he’s gotten out of the clans mindset of hate against everyone else.

When the battle is happening their who sees Firestar crumple to Scourge and they launch out to defend his body, hoping Fire didn’t get the same fate as Tigerstar. I kinda like the idea of instead of Scourge being some half brother of Firestar he’s instead Raven’s brother? Like as a young kit Raven got lost and was found by a kinder cat, taken in by TC but when Tiny tried to find its brother they were instead attacked by Tigerclaw (I’d push back the timeline a bit so Tiger is now a warrior when this happens and instead Blue sees Thistleclaw inside the warriors since Thistle might’ve just died around this time.)

Scourge cracks slightly as it sees their sibling again. Like a reflection of themselves. And Raven stares forward confused as he feels the slightest connection to the blood stained cat before them. “Tiny?” They whisper in a voice barley hearable over the screeches around them. Scourge feels a chill run down it’s body as they remember the whole it felt after their sibling was gone, then to be attacked when it went to find them. Both just stare at each other as they try to process what to do, they can’t attack the other, and so much is happening. Firestar then would pull himself from the floor as his wound seals back together, a new passion in his eyes to defeat the opponent. Just to stop. He’s looking between his best friend and the cat who just murdered him and he can barley tell the difference from just their coats.

I think the battle would end and instead of Fire defeating Scourge they’d call peace. I always loved Bloodclan/Skyclan au’s so I think maybe Bloodclan would either merge with them or take their spot. (Also the idea of Scourge and Squilf resembling each other while Leafstar and Leafpool resemble eachother could be interesting. Like mirrors of the new way as Skyclan comes back. Idk haven’t thought that far)

As the clans are reforming and recovering Firestar, Ravenflight, Sandstorm, and Scourge are sent on a quest to find the missing group of cats. They find the remains of Skyclan though they’d be a actual clan who’s adapted over time to live in their environment, daylight warriors still apart of them. The leader there is cruel though, slowly pushing Skyclan to its breaking point. The group saves them and Scourge would take out the leaders last life, dying there as well at the top of the gorge bathed in the sun’s fiery first light. Leafstar takes up the mantle of Skyclan’s leader and decides they just honor the new time that is before them and rejoin the clans. Fire has his kits at the gorge before they leave and names them Squirrelkit and Leafkit, noticing the markings on his fluffy kit. Her fur as red as the rock and sunrise where she was born but with a paw white like lightning, a paw he knew would bring a new time just as the cat before her had.

This would make it so during PO3 Skyclan would be there. I think Fire, Raven and Sand left before Skyclan did so that Skyclan would be found during TNP by the traveling crew. They’d come over the crest of the rolling hills as the sky turns scarlet when the sun sets, as if the sun marked each great event in their journey.

Onto the actual SandFireRaven relationship tho they are t4t4t as they are all trans, Sand using she/her, Fire using he/him, and Raven using he/they. Sand is demiromantic and bi, Fire is bi poly, and Raven is gay ace. I love Raven and Sand loving Fire and then just being super close friends with one another.

Actually I always liked the idea of Sand and Raven being friends before Fire joined. But as both each other’s situations worsened, and Raven fled they grew apart. When he came back they apologized to each other and become close again. Both are early wakers and always go on Dawn patrol together, Fire is a heavy sleeper and only wakes up when he has to. Sand and Raven conspired together to both ask out Fire and he accepted both!

Ravenflight definitely became a sappy mess when Squirrel was named Squirrelflight. They just started sobbing out of a overload of happiness and shock. The whole family cuddling them as he hugged their daughters. Having learned from Barley I think Raven also helped Sand through a lot of her mental health crises. I hc her as being RunningRed kit so both her parents dying to a cat she looked up to, her best friend leaving her, the whole great battle trauma, and then losing Graystripe to two legs. Like girls been through a lot. I always think of she as a very emotional character to but where she shoves it down until she just explodes and blames herself for everything. Raven and Fire help her learn to talk through her problems and emotions.

Of their cuddling situation I disagree slightly. Sand to me is not a cat who likes to be touched very much unless she touches another first, and i could see her naturally running hotter then her partners so she curls on the outside, often rolling away when she gets a little too hot. Fire is a big fluffy guy so he loves to both cuddle and be cuddled. Raven either curls around him or on particularly hard days they have Fire hold them. They def love to be cuddled especially by Fire bc he’s so freaking fluffy and soft so I think most often Fire holds him, and Sand curls around Fire. When the kits were little Raven and Fire would make a wall around the two munchkins and Sand would sleep right near the entrance to both protect her kits but also since she’s not a particular fan of lots of touching.

So long sorry I just have so many ideas about all three characters especially when paired together. Raven and Scourge as siblings is my favorite tho I had to include it (always disliked Fire and Scourge being related it made so impact and was unimportant to me)

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akkivee · 1 year

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hyped up 02 was a blast!!!!! here’s an absurdly long liveblog post lol:

i think the biggest thing i noticed was how much cleaner the character animations were!!!! like, there were a lot less excessive movements for the sake of making the characters move and they geared movement to actually suit the characters more!!!!

AND THE INSTRUMENTAL ARRANGEMENTS ON THE SONGS WERE REALLY COOL

something that was sending me the entire time all 18 rapping boys were on stage was how saburo had to like duck into eyesight lol he’s too short to be behind both ichiro and juto like that lmao

during hangout, we had bb and mtc on stage for their two verse ofc and bb were going hard dancing to mtc’s verses like SAME bros lol

the first group of mcs were rosho, gentaro, ichiro, rio, jakurai and hitoya and yes hitoya was grumpy for the majority of it lol

i felt so bad for rosho tho lmao!!!!! he got stuck next to gentaro and gentaro made sure to troll the everloving fck out of him!!!!!! 😭😭😭😭

rosho was feeling nervous like usual and gentaro was ramping up to give him likely terrible advice lol but rio the king interrupted him (gencha was miffed lmao) and suggested gaining hype from the crowd and the six of them had the crowd raise their lights at their call

so ichiro: alright!!! let’s see that buster bros red!!!!!

the crowd: *raises their light wands changed to red*

and each person did that for their team

EXCEPT MFING GENTARO WHO TREATED US TO A SASARA IMPERSONATION AND CALLED FOR DH ORANGE AND THEN FOR FP YELLOW

jakurai compared the changing lights to magic wands 🥺🥺🥺

CRIES AND THEN HITOYA SKIPPED OVER ROSHO SAYING THEY SAW DH ORANGE SO IT WAS HIS TURN LMAO 😭😭😭😭😭😭

hitoya’s impressed whistle afterwards 😳

lol!!!! and then rosho absolutely snapped and went into teacher mode and commanded that stage and got his dh orange 🤗

and jakurai after rosho was done: but being scolded by a teacher felt very nostalgic 🤗🤗🤗

dh’s turn was right after that and we got to see rei swoon because of rosho’s teacher mode and then he and sasara did a lame student/teacher bit using toilets as the pun and i hate the both of them

the full bodied laugh rei and sasara did was adorable btw 🥺🥺🥺

rei’s 3d model makes me mad because obviously he has a big 🍆 he’s a big man. but his model makes it very obvious lmao 😭😭😭

btw!!!! by the end of this live, rei will have scammed two people

bat were up next and jyushi and hitoya sure were ready to ignore their leader this time as well lmao

HELLA AWESOME BANQUET FCKS WITH LIVE INSTRUMENTS AND I MAY AS WELL SAY ALL OF BATS MUSIC WERE MADE FOR ACTUAL INSTRUMENTS

YALL THEY LET JYUSHI AND HITOYA ACTUALLY DANCE IN THIS 3DCG LIVE

JYUSHI NOW WITH 1000X MORE RHYTHM AND FLOW IN HIS DRAMATIC DANCING HE WAS REALLY PRETTY

THE HIP THRUSTING IN HELLA AWESOME BANQUET FROM THE CROSS A LINE LIVE RETURNED IN THE 3DCG LIVE

they sang batfs next and you know the part before the last chorus where kuukou brings in jyushi and then hitoya next??? well with jyushi, kuukou did that thing where he crouches low and slithers up like the dragon he is but he did it practically along the length of jyushi’s body and i!!!!!!!!!!!!! i!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

it’s probably just older men simping hours from me rn but hitoya’s model help!!!!! his hips and butt help!!!!!!!!!!

hifumi was the first victim to a rei scam as he walks out on stage without his jacket from word by rei 😔✊

hifumi’s dancing is so much cleaner 😭😭😭 like last live his moves were visibly dated and now they’re like,,,,,, idk how to say it but the way he moves feels more like hifumi ;w;

hifumi: *magical girl transforms into his jacket*

jakurai: 😊👏👏👏

the way hifudo be moving across the stage while jakurai gracefully gestures is always just nice to watch lol

posse were cute today too 🥰

gentaro is another one whose character animations were improved 😭😭😭 he’s graceful like the jakurai parallel he is but significantly more animated with that gentaro flare of his i’m sorry i don’t have the words ever to articulate this 😭😭😭😭

idk what it was they added to torima get on the floor but whatever it was made the song even cuter lol

they did some choreographed moving for shibuya marble texture and my heart was screaming crying throwing up help

i will never stop laughing at the way juto struts with his mic out lmao

RIO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 🥰🥰💕💕💙💙💙💙💕💕💙🥰🥰🥰💙💕💕💕🥰💙💙💕💕💕🥰🥰🥰🥰💙💕💕💙💕🥰🥰💙💕💙🥰💕🥰

rio moves like an action superhero lmao i love him

the way samatoki would swipe at his bottom lip and then grin at the crowd 😭🙏

scarface was fantastic to watch btw samajuto after the first chorus were a VIBE and the way rio put his whole body into his singing verse YALL

AND THE CROWD CLAPPING AT SAMATOKIS ROACH LINE LOL

bb played iwbp and iwgp for their first set and i wasn’t okay lol that is a criminal back to back 😩👌

JIRO REMAINS AN ABSOLUTE DELIGHT TO WATCH LOL

AND SABURO IS STILL AWKWARD BUT HE IS IMPROVING GOOD FOR HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

he’s also still just incredibly cute in these lives he’s so happy!!!!!! happy saburo here to give us jams and jam with us!!!!!!!!! 😭😭😭😭😭🙏🙏🙏🙏

it’s not weird ichiro’s the least animated out of his bros but it was an adjustment lol

do not think ichiro wasn’t getting down tho because he was lol

there was some excited jumping in iwgp and their jumping height from highest to shortest was: jiro saburo ichiro lol

there was also some synced moving from jiro and saburo when ichiro was center that was really cute i think saburo’s coming into his dancing era soon lol

the second group of mcs were jyushi, ramuda, saburo, juto, doppo, and sasara!!!! ramuda got them to play charades telephone where one does a movement and the next person has to imitate the best as they can and then the cycle repeats

sasara started them off and did this rapid waving thriller dance that doppo felt embarrassed by but did it perfectly LOL

juto: i am NOT doing that

doppo: iruma-san…….!!!!! 🥺🥺🥺

lol and after juto gets scolded by jyushi and ramuda in the front he taps saburo and does the movement very incorrectly but with gusto LMAO

saburo: wow that’s cringe how are you not dead from embarrassment rn

juto:

lol so they get the crowd to copy their individual chanting and doppo explodes after his. no i will not elaborate

songs started back up and after naniwa paradaishu, rei does another full bodied laugh at rosho’s expense that had him hopping back a few steps at its force 🥺🥺🥺

HHHHHHHHHH THE HEAVY GUITAR THEY PLAYED TO RIP HAD ME GOING FERAL

idk if was just the camera not focusing on hitoya at that exact moment or not, but because of it, it looked as tho kuukou kept drifting over to jyushi during his scared verses 🥺

kuukou after rip: 😈🙏

me: 😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫👋👋👋💕💕💕💕💕💜💜💜💜💜💕💕💕💜💜💜💜💜😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫👋👋👋👋

sensei’s movements were more powerful in tomoshibi 😭😭😭

and his bow at the end 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

FCKING STELLA BENEFITTED THE MOST FROM THE IMPROVED ANIMATIONS THEY HAD RAMUDA CRUMBLING DOWN ON STAGE 😭😭😭😭😭

there were no frills no nothing they jumped straight into hunting charm and it was HYPE

re:start had the bros at their most mellow 🥺

OUR FERAL TRIO TOOK THE STAGE AND KUUKOU COMPLIMENTED JIRO BRINGING THE HYPE

lol our last set was kuukou, dice, jiro, samatoki, hifumi and rei

dice is the second person to fall to rei’s scam as he goes on about sending energy waves to the crowd

jiro was vibing hard tho and threw a wave of energy at hifumi and hifumi, like the chad he is, actually stumbled back at the force lol

kuukou was like ❓❓❓ the entire time lol

samatoki, who had been very quiet throughout dice’s thing, finally snapped at dice to shut up and calls rei out lmao

except it’s fun so hifumi sends love energy at the crowd and jiro kicks energy out like a soccer ball lmao

kuukou, despite thinking it’s kinda stupid, caves to everyone having fun and throws out energy with a bunch of flips and kicks and energy sound effects behind him lol

rei eggs samatoki on and samatoki puts his foot down and flexes he doesn’t need to do all their extra stuff and gets the crowd hype with his words alone lol

mayhaps be crying once again that rei’s resting pose is him with his hip cocked lmao

tdd legend was up next!!!!!!!!!!!!! samatoki and ichiro scoffed at each other and ramuda and jakurai focused on the crowd rather than each other lol

HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH THERE WAS A MOMENT WHERE TDD RAPPED TO EACH OTHER AND SENSEI BENT DOWN AND GOT SOME TWIST IN THAT LEG GET IT SIR

AND THEN!!!!!!!!! UNITED EMCEEZ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THE DISTANCE BETWEEN ICHIRO AND KUUKOU WAS SIGNIFICANTLY SMALLER THAN THE OTHER PAIRS??????

AND THEY REALLY DID JUST KEEP BOUNCING UP AND DOWN AFTER EACH OTHER

AT THE END OF THEIR VERSE THEY SLID BACK TO BACK AND KUUKOU COULD GENUINELY JUST TILT HIS HEAD BACK AND REST IT ON ICHIROS SHOULDER THATS HOW CLOSE THEY GOT

AND AGAIN SIGNIFICANTLY CLOSER THAN THE OTHER TWO PAIRS??????? SENSE OF DISTANCE WHERE??????

KUUKOU WAS MOVING SO MUCH MORE IN THIS SONG FOR WHATEVER REASON LIKE METAL HEADBANGING WITH HIS BODY LMAO

ICHIRO TOO HE HAD SOME HEIGHT TO HIS JUMPS NOW LOL

OCCASIONALLY IT LOOKED LIKE ICHIRO AND KUUKOU WERE JAMMING TOGETHER TO THE OTHERS VERSES HELP

THE WAY THEY POINTED AT EACH OTHER AND THEN WENT BACK TO BACK AGAIN DSAFJKJFSDJKKGAAGJKJFHJ—

*slaps myself* lol they were really hype y’all

the pairs had some parting words for each other as they left the stage 🥺🥺🥺 ramuda and jakurai weren’t very nice lol sasara expressed how it was more fun with them all there and samatoki agreed it was fun with him in his bad boy way (sasara: 😲‼️) and ichiro and kuukou expressed how dope they thought each other’s lyrics were with enthusiastic pointing and fist pumping 🥺🥺🥺

and then the longest encore call began lmao i swear the audience was clapping for like three minutes straight

but summit happened lol

sasara was pretty close with fp in the closing comments 🥺🥺🥺 he and gentaro were playing off of each other and he was chatting away with ramuda 🥺🥺🥺

idk what the conversation was but jyushi and kuukou were chatting to each other during rio’s final speech 🥺🥺🥺 AND!!!!!!!! JYUSHI DID ONE OF HIS FLOURISHES AND KUUKOU TILTED HIS BODY ALONG WITH HIM AND!!!!!!! THEY BOTH SLOWLY SLID BACK INTO PLACE IT WAS SO CUTE 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

*coughs* it was a fun time lol

#this is vee speaking #hyped up liveblog monster post 02: electric boogaloo lol #nah this is really long i’m sorry 😭😭😭#i did a mini rewatch while typing this out but there’s still so much i wanna yell about lol like saburo bullying doppo in their talk lol #hifumi blowing a kiss to the crowd!!!!!!! ramuda cute walking after marble texture!!!!!!!#BAD ASS TEMPLE OWNING MY ENTIRE ASS!!!!!!!!!! SAMATOKI WAS COOL TODAY TOO!!!!!#but i need to stop lol this is reeeeeeeeaally long aa it is lol #c: rapping boys

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octoxen · 1 year

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MY BRAIN IS GOIN KABONKERS

gets ready for Xen happily rambles about the Final Episode of Alan Becker, THE KING

i was supposed to ramble about this last night/ after its premiere, but i was so sleepy lol-

If you haven't watched it, here it is!

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For those who do not know about the series, I highly recommend watching from Episode 1 before this episode to prevent spoilers and confusion.

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Basic Information:

AVM - ANIMATION VS. MINECRAFT

this amazing series that I always ramble and brainrot about is made by one of my favorites, Godliest Animator of the whole time, Alan Becker! (It is also a part of my childhood btw.) The Mini animated series features 5 stick figures, Second Coming, Blue, Green, Red and Yellow who are created by Alan himself on his computer, the legendary AAA game, Minecraft is also featured in the series. The series' plot basically starts with the Stick figures messing around and playing with the minecraft icon which it then turns to the five venturing deep into the world of minecraft, from a soft or happy story to intense and angsty lore, the series currently contains 3 Seasons and 30 Episodes, it started in the year 2015.

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SPOILERS WARNING!

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Now I'm gonna talk about the final Episode:

The King [Ep. 30]

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Honestly...this has to be the best episodes and one of my favorites from the series itself, Alan and his Animation crew outdone themselves, making the 7-8 months of work and compilation all worth it, all I have to tell them is they did an Epic job and thanks to them, the episode was possible to be made, I thank all of them, including Alan for making this series, its already like the series we see on our local TVs, but this is different. There are no voices, nor dialogues, but just Stickfigures, movements, perspectives and beautiful music, and an epic Tale of 5 stickfigures.

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I also had no idea King Neo/Orange's background was like that, what DJ (Alan's friend) said from the commentary was true, "Every villain is actually a hero in their own stories/head", yes, just look at how Orange hated minecraft because of the test gameplay and glitch that happened which caused his son's/sibling's demise, he just wanted to get his son back, unfortunately King can't because his beloved one is already dead. (maybe.)

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The glitch scene, specifically THIS scene

This. Shocked me. It reminded me so much of Pibby apocalypse. I was screaming "NOOOOO" while the video progressed, look at Orange :(, much worse, HE SAW HIS OWN BELOVED ONE DIE AT THE FRONT OF HIS VERY OWN EYES!!! I MEAN- WHO WOULDNT BE ON DESPAIR SEEING THAT? YOUR LOVED ONE, MEETING THEIR DEMISE INFRONT OF YOUR VERY OWN EYES!! My goodness...ALL I CAN SAY THIS IS VERY GOOD, SNACKABLE ANGST HMHMHMHMUHEHHE. The quality of the animation was so good too! The series really became an anime in a matter of time lmao-

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next up, when Orange planned how to destroy minecraft, I saw some scientific formulas there which activated nightmare fuels..hahahhehe. Mans really doing everything just to get his son back :(

When Purple saw that Orange was looking for the colored stickfigures (because he saw them playing minecraft at one of the local tvs in the city, he figured out they might know where the minecraft icon is and help him destroy it.), Purple went to Orange, telling him that he has already met them. Proving that, Purple did some fighting moves, but Orange didnt respond, Next, Purple pulled up and elytra which was from minecraft and equipped it, flew up and away with a firework and Orange finally responded and took him in.

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Finally, the fight scene. Purple punching King Orange was kinda satisfying after that betrayal, but the staff was stolen by Orange once again so their plan to catch King Orange failed-

HEROBRINE MADE A FRICKING APPEARANCE LMFAO I WAS ROFL SO HARD BECAUSE MANS WAS JUST DODGING LIKE THE ZERO TWO MEME 😭😭 ALSO. He possessed red again, that also shocked me, i was shouting "EPISODE ONE FLASHBACK?!?!?!" I JUST- AUSHEJEHWN ITS TOO EPICLY AMAZING AND FANTASTIC

the movements were also clear to see, I wonder how many animators animated every single stickfigure and mob in there to make the movements-

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ENDGAME PART OR WHERE THE WHITE THINGY- VOID THING GOT STRONGER FROM THE STAFF, I STARTED TO STIM SO HARD BECAUSE IT WAS SO GOOD AND INTENSE, CUE THE MUSIC AND GRAPHIC, LOOK AT THE 6 STICKFIGURES GOING ONE BY ONE TO THE KING TRYING TO STOP HIM FROM DESTROYING MINECRAFT,, THEY WERE PUT IN THE WHITE VOID AND THAT CAUSED THEM TO GLITCH! THEN-THEN-

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Purple stood up and ran to King Orange, he countered the white void, reaching his hand to the King, this activated Flashbacks of the tragic Past, Purple struggling similar to Orange's son struggling to get out of the glitch. and when Purple gave up, Orange put the staff down and ran to Purple, he then realized that he was doing the same thing that Minecraft did to his son. He also realized Purple was the only one who understands him, who was with him through his plan and is like his beloved one, He also jumped in to the void to get Purple as his memories of him betraying Purple flashed, but Purple dissapeared to particles as Orange also dissapeared..

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ALSO! SECOND COMING'S QUICK THINKING WORKED, SAVING EVERYONE OMFG I LOVE HIM SO MUCH!

The way they did everything together just to stop minecraft from getting destroyed..the audacity of these 5 stick figures, I love them and their friendship so much!

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And now the part that really made me scream.

This scene.

I know some actually dislike the ship, King Orange x Purple because their relationship is more of a Father and Son dynamic, but for me and as one of the ones liking their dynamic, I actually cried when they hugged..King Orange is the new Father Purple needed, and Purple is the new son King Orange needed. I cried so much at this part, being happy because they finally realized they needed each other to fill the hole in their hearts. NOT TO MENTION THE DRAMATIC MUSIC HOLY GDOSYQJHWJQHWMAHAKH

ALSO SC APPEARING FROM THE NETHER PORTAL AUGHHHHHHH FHDJEHSNJ THE SLOW MOTIONNNNN

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by the way this isnt the end of my rambling- Im editting a few later but

THIS IS THE BEST EPISODE EVER. ITS BETTER THAN THE ANIMATED SERIES I'VE WATCHED ON NETFLIX. I LOVE AVM SO MUCH!

THANK YOU ALAN BECKER FOR MAKING THE BEST MINECRAFT SERIES EVER!

"It all started with 5 curious stick figures, ended with an epic legacy."

-Octoxen

#Alan Becker #Reaction time!✨#xen rambles #Youtube #✧Octoxen

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deputyash · 1 year

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(I genuinely can’t remember if I already sent you any for this one so if I did, you can ignore this lol). 1,2,3,4 and 9 for the thematic asks for Dove?

Thanks for sending some! :3

1. What is the main color associated with them? What connections with that color do they share?

I have three main colors that I associate with Dove: Warm Yellow, Steel Blue, and Rose Gold/Blush/Dusty Rose (idk how to describe it exactly haha).

The yellow because it's warm, vibrant, and cheerful like Dove. The Steel Blue because she looks good in the color and it could also have undertone meanings of longing/sorrow/her connection to John, and also strength (mostly cause of the steel/metal aspect). Lastly, the Dusty Rose color because it's soft and elegant like Dove, and also it's reminiscent of sand so it calls in some of her Texas origins in a way.

Also, here's the color palette I made for her on a website :D

2. Drawing from the language of flowers, what flower would symbolize them?

Guess who couldn’t choose just one flower? That’s right, me lol. Have a list of flowers that I feel represent Dove as a whole instead. :)

abatina - fickleness (Top, Middle-Right; yellow)

amaryllis - timidity; pride (Right, Lower-Middle; red-orange)

calycanthus - compassion; benevolence (Top Right; dark red)

crocus - cheerfulness (Bottom, Middle-Right; blue-purple)

love-lies-bleeding - hopeless, not heartless (Top Left; red)

magnolia - love of nature (Bottom, Middle-Left; white-pink)

persimmon - bury me amid nature's beauties (Top, Middle-Left; orange)

pink camellia - longing for you (Middle; pink)

ragged robin - wit (Right, Upper-Middle; bright pink)

thrift - sympathy (Bottom Right; hot pink)

white zinnia - goodness (Left, Lower-Middle; white)

wild plum tree - independence (Left, Upper-Middle; purple-green)

variegated tulip - beautiful eyes (Bottom Left; orange-yellow-red)

3. What real life animal would they be represented by?

I went pretty obvious with my animal symbolism haha. I associate Dove with doves, specifically Mourning Doves. They’re pretty and soft, but also have an edge of sorrow and longing to them, which is perfect for Dovie haha

4. What mythical creature would they be represented by?

Angels because of their duality. They can be sweet, kind guardians or they could be bringers of destruction depending on the context. This is how I try to portray Dove as well, a mixture of gentleness but also willing to get her hands dirty if needed.

9. Which of the seven deadly sins are they associated with? Is it a negative trait of theirs or something they actively struggle with?

I always struggle with this one for some reason. I’m always stuck between three different ones (Envy, Sloth, Pride), not because they all fit perfectly, but because they all only partially fit haha. But for the sake of this ask I’m going to say Sloth is Dove’s sin, otherwise this is gonna be a huge answer lol.

I say this because in her main storyline (and some of her AUs as well) she doesn’t really feel that strongly about things. She feels like she’s just wandering through life and isn’t really living how she wants. She doesn’t really care about her jobs since they don’t interest her at all. (I should say that she does still do them, in fact, she probably overworks herself because of her need to impress/live up to her parents’ expectations. She just secretly hates it and isn’t actually engaged in her work despite doing it well.) She’s also prone to burnout because of this. If she feels overwhelmed, she starts to disengage and wants to go be alone again. (This is why I say it only partially fits btw. She doesn’t have her heart in it, but she still does it.)

On a lighter note hah, she is also easily convinced to sleep in late and just lazing around in bed/at home with her significant other. Also I love the irony of John supposedly being Sloth, but is actually Wrath while Dove is supposedly Wrath, but is actually Sloth. :P

#replies #my ocs #deputyash's ocs #dove ash

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danpuff-ao3 · 2 years

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get to know me game

Doing this since @bluesundaycake so kindly tagged "anyone who wants to do this" (very kind of you, friend!)

Relationship status - taken! Been with my partner for over 6 years now!

Favourite colour - golds, yellows, pinks, oranges

Favourite food - potato. Baked potato, mashed potato, french fries....I will take a potato in all of her glorious forms. Also: catfish and crawfish (cuz I'm a Louisiana girl, if not at heart, at least in my stomach.)

Song stuck in your head - "Strawberry Wine" by Deana Carter. It played while we were out for dinner last night and it's not left my head since.

Last thing you googled - "translate" (I needed Google to tell me how someone had bookmarked a fic LOL)

Dream trip - idk I'm not super picky! I just wanna explore the world, see cool things, eat good food, meet nice people, etc. I have a few specific places in mind, if only for their proximity to friends!

Last book you read - hmmm. I'm pretty sure it was Hellenistic Astrology: The Study of Fate and Fortune by Chris Brennan, or Snape: A Definitive Reading by Lorrie Kim.

Last book you enjoyed - Oh geez. Ummmm. Hmmmm. Who knows? I'm in that weird area of "I've read too many books in my lifetime" but also "I've not actually read a book in a while" (RIP my attention span.) I want to say Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte, I reread that one last year I think! I love, love, love that book.

Last book you hated - I wanna say...maybe...I'm not sure, exactly, but I distinctly remember whatever it was deeply offended me on some level. And I tried to trudge through it but got fed up with all of the nonsense the author was spouting. Also fairly certain it was a non-fiction book. But what it was exactly, I can't say, and honestly I remember being so upset, I'm not sure I wanna remember the details LOL.

Favourite thing to cook/bake - Omgggg. Banana bread???? I think banana bread. I love baking in general, but banana bread is special. Something about peeling the bananas and mushing them is so satisfying to me. Also: it smells GREAT, and tastes BETTER.

Favourite craft to do in your free time - I used to knit, but I've not done it in a while! I need to practice again because I remember loving it a lot. And I'd like to learn how to bind books!

Most niche dislikes - "niche" is kinda weird to think about but probably hotdogs? So great is my disdain for hotdogs that I can't even watch other people eat them. My whole body goes into red alert. It instinctively recalls the taste and texture of hotdogs, and watching other people eat them triggers my gag reflex. It is truly quite dramatic and embarrassing.

Also Johnny Cash???? People love Johnny Cash. And no offense or anything but hearing his music makes me feel violent towards my ear drums. I'd paint you a picture but it's really graphic, the feelings it stirs in me. Let's just say, I would not have functioning ear drums by the end. (I'm sorry, the original version of "Hurt" is the best, Nine Inch Nails all the way, I can't fight the truth.)

Opinion on circuses - Cool and creepy, I think? Like, excellent visuals, but also seems like a good setting for a horror film.

Do you have a sense of direction and if not what's the worst way you've gotten lost? My sense of direction is nonexistent but thankfully I have Google Maps to guide me. Most of the time.

The most hilarious way I've gotten lost was the last time I went to my doctor's office. Yes, my doctor. The one I visit at least twice a year for necessary medication. The one that's like a five minute drive from my house. That doctor. Yeah. I tried driving there for my last appointment without Google. And missed my turn. And had to loop around. Spent a few minutes panicking because I ended up on a road I'd never been on before. Managed to pull up Google Maps and got myself to my appointment on time, thank goodness.

Tagging - @liladiurne (and anyone who feels like it!)

#tag game #get to know me

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polyghostfacehours · 3 years

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sooooo if you’re doing ANY scream character, maybe some sfw AND nsfw for tatum 👀

YES YES YES. God I am so down for these. I have so many thoughts on my wife Tatum like holy shit.

Tatum General Headcanons:

SFW:

Tatum is not a movie snob. She'll watch anything and everything, and enjoys most genres. Honestly, she's kind of a movie buff.

I hc Tatum as Bisexual.

Her favorite fashion period is the 70's. She loves how bold people were with colors, and tries to replicate it in her own attire.

One of the things she and Stu bonded over was their mutual like for fashion.

Tatum's favorite ice cream flavor is Rocky Road, but if she had lived to 1997 she would've loved Ben and Jerry's Phish Food 🤟😔

Honestly, Tatum knew she was the rebound for Stu after Casey, but she didn't care. She was lonely and Sidney started dating Billy and she knew Stu anyways and he was hot and she liked tall guys and fuck it Sidney is dating Bil-

Haha so yeah, honestly I hc Tatum as absolutely head over heels for Sidney. I also feel like Tatum is the only one out of the group that doesn't have some sort of degree of internalized homophobia.

Tatum's confidence is immeasurable and rivals Billy's.

Speaking of Billy, Tatum never liked him much. She never liked "bad boys" and hated how perfect he became for Sidney. Like, something was definitely up. He had to have a flaw.

During girl talk, Tatum wanted to bash he head in every time Sid talked about how Billy went down on her. Because fuck Billy man. And not in the good way.

Honestly, I could see Tatum being into facial hair on guys and even preferring it.

She was the one who came up with Dewey's nickname!

Dewey is her ride or die. She would sacrifice anyone, even Sidney for him. Their sibling bond looks strained on the outside, but on the inside, she's killed for her brother.

If Tatum would've been alive, I could see her becoming either a fashion designer or a pediatrician.

I HC that Tatum loves kids! And she's really good with them too. She babysits a lot for the town of Woodsboro and parents adore her.

That being said, if she can take the easy way out with babysitting, she will lol. And she can be a bit neglectful when she gets distracted by a movie or magazine.

Honestly, she ended up caring a lot for Stu and having very strong feelings for him. Could see herself getting over Sidney with him. One of the last things she thought of before dying besides her family and Sid was how she hoped Stu would be okay and not get hurt.

Tatum does gossip a lot tbh, but she was ahead of her time in terms of women supporting women. She slut-shamed when she was younger, but as she matured she obtained a very "live and let live" attitude towards other girls.

Tatum's favorite color is actually blue! But she feels she looks best in yellows, reds, and oranges, so she tends to wear those instead.

She's incredibly good at make-up, and if it was modern times I could see her becoming a make-up guru Youtuber (and then leaving bc fuck how drama filled and toxic it is. She then becomes a gaming streamer and realizes she actually really enjoys them)

NSFW:

Tatum is a bit of a pillow princess tbh.

You'd think she'd be large and in charge in the bedroom bc of her attitude, but she actually loves being pampered.

That being said, she sucks dick like a dream. Like holy shit. She could actually suck a watermelon through a straw.

Tatum has incredibly sensitive nipples. Like one of her most favorite things in the bedroom is nipple play.

Honestly, though they did like each other, the main foundation of her and Stu's relationship was sex. They fucked like rabbits tbh.

She's a large part of why Stu is so good at pussy eating tbh. He used to be just okay at it until she instructed him.

They never EVER talk about this, but one time while they were both drunk, she sucked Randy off at the back of a Seven Eleven.

If you bought her a sybian, she would never leave her room again.

She has a very "ideal" body. Conventionally desirable in all the right ways. And she's very proud of it tbh.

Tatum is one of the few lucky ass women who can orgasm from penetration alone. This is partly because of the way her body just is and partly because sex is super mental for her, and if she can imagine something it can get her off like crazy.

#tatum riley #scream 1996 #stutam #Tatney

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palbabor-writes · 3 years

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Hellooo queen I hope you had/will have a great day. This is actually my first time requesting something so I’m very sorry if I do something wrong 🥺🥺... can you maybe write some fluff (OR NSFW I DONT MIND... just love him way too much damn) stuff for dabi?? I don't know if you only take requests with exact instructions or if this request is enough... if you need something more precise i will try to come up with something! Thank you very much!!

Hello, love! You did it perfectly & thank you so much for asking! I can be a bit of a lurker on things, so I totally get how much courage it takes to do one of these.

You did amazing & I love, love this question. I love it so much that I went ahead and took an old outline of mine & made it into a full blown fic for you!

Now, in honor of all the craziness swirling around our favorite flame user, Imma post it a little earlier then I’d planned! So, thank you for the ask & I hope to talk to you again ( ＾◡＾)っ ♡

Pairing: Dabi x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 7496

Warnings: SMUT, NSFW 18+ only, mentions of blood and gore, heat play, dick piercings, adult language and freaking Dabi. That alone should warn you.

Thermós θερμός ther·mos adjective m (feminine θερμή, neuter θερμόν); warm, hot, boiling, glowing

It’s sweltering; the fervor of summer sticky, humid, and oppressive. Japan is in the throes of August, and this heatwave is not letting up. Even at night, it’s impossible for Dabi to get comfortable. He’s been lying, half naked, draped across his narrow twin mattress for the last few hours, sweating.

His quirk isn’t helping matters.

He’s been trying to recruit new members. Every day, he sets out, pounding the pavement, sifting through the bits and pieces of trash that he runs into. It’s a pity. If those scrubs weren’t so fucking pathetic, he might not be in this predicament. But they are, and now he’s having to suffer the consequences of his temper.

His phone gleams on his dilapidated side table, a text message chiming across the screen as it flashes a speck of brightness into the darkened room. Groaning, he leans over and snatches it up, his hands slick as he clutches the encased plastic.

It’s Toga.

As a rule, he tries to avoid her. He hates her chatter. It’s always some unending nonsense about those UA kids, about Stain, or about fucking blood. It’s always blood with her. Give her five minutes, and she’ll work it into her conversation somehow, even if it’s just blurting it out, a blush staining her cheeks.

Fucking freak.

[ Blondie: 12:34 am ]

- found smth 4 u. (Y/N) has a place. Keeps it @ like 60 degrees… lol

Well, disgusting as Toga is, she has her uses; he thinks as he reads her text.

He’d asked her, a few days before, if she knew a place where he could crash. Somewhere that had some goddamn air conditioning. The hideout’s unit is on the fritz again, not that it had ever worked all that well.

Hmm, well this is something, at least.

Dabi’s isn’t sure what to think about Toga’s little ‘find’. You were a newer recruit, someone that Compress had brought in.

He hadn’t paid much attention to you. You didn’t stay at the base and were only around if there was a specific mission, or a task, that Shigaraki set for you. He isn’t even sure what your quirk is. You seemed easy-going, neutral, but he doubted you’d extend that easy-going demeanor to him camping out at your place for the A/C.

Chucking his phone back on the side table, Dabi flops to his side and tries to drift off, hoping his exhaustion will let him ignore the suffocating heat he’s drowning in.

Fuck.

He’d done it again. It was hard to resist the urge when these people spouted such vague fucking bullshit at him. No one, not fucking one of them, could live up to his cause. And if they couldn’t meet that standard? Well, they were better off as ash, melting into blackened pools as the asphalt greedily soaked their blood into its cracked depths.

There is a heat advisory today.

He’d heard the news as he scarfed down a quick breakfast at the hideout’s bar. He wouldn’t be out for that long, he reasoned. Besides, maybe today he’d find someone good.

Wishful thinking on his part.

His skin feels oppressive and his staples and piercings are scalding, the metal hissing and steaming as he tries to dampen his quirk. It’s harder to regulate his temperature on hot days. He shouldn’t be out here, he thinks, snarling as he pats out a few rogue flames that catch on his dark jacket. Even lifting his arm to perform that simple task makes him grunt, hissing out a mantra of curses.

Shit, fuck, goddamn it fucking all.

He looks bitterly up at the sun and debates his next move.

He could retreat to the bar, but that doesn’t solve his problem. No, the viscous heat that radiated along those upper floors would just make his skin feel worse. Hell, it might even result in more mottling, his burns stretching farther along his arms and chest. He’s not going back to the bar.

Where the fuck even is he?

He peers down the alley toward the street. It’s not too busy; just after noon, so most of the foot traffic from the morning has died down. He yanks his hood up, ignoring the ache of his legs as he stalks toward the street corner.

Carefully, he pokes out, his eyes tracing over the crosswalk, looking for the street signs. Ah. He’s close to that address, your address, that Toga sent him.

Slipping his hands into his pockets, he saunters along the pavement, careful to keep his head down.

You were out of town.

He’d picked up that tidbit from Compress this morning. The masked man had been lamenting that you might be away for a few days, possibly weeks. Something about being on a fact finding task for that shadowy voice that talked with Shigaraki from his tv.

He didn’t care, still doesn’t. All he knows is that you supposedly keep your place cold, and that’s all the encouragement he needs.

You’ve got a nice apartment.

It’s decorated in pleasing whites, yellows, reds and greens, with clean lines and modern touches. It’s kinda like you, he considers as he shrugs his coat off and breathes in that amazing waft of cold A/C. You’ve been useful to have in the League; efficient and no nonsense about the missions you're given and you can fit in with the outside world. You’d give even Toga a run for her money when it comes to espionage, he’s heard others say about you.

Dabi tosses a distasteful glare at your narrow couch and pads toward your bedroom, shouldering the door open and stepping into the dark sanctuary.

Your bed looks nice. It’s a good size too.

Lifting his boots from his feet and stripping down to his boxers, he presses into your clean sheets; shivering as the chilly air hits his overheated skin, cooling and dampening that oppressive sense of heat. He’s out in seconds, his body relaxing, slackening as he falls into the void of his dreams.

Yeah, now that he’s had this, there’s no way he’s staying at that hideout of the League’s unless he has to.

You’re gone for the better part of a week.

He’s started asking Compress about you. At first, the older man had given him an impassive stare. Since when did Dabi even know your name?

He’s asking because he needs to talk with you about… uh… supplies?

This, apparently, is the correct thing to say, because Compress nods his head sagely and elaborates on your timetable. You’re collecting things for Kurogiri and you’ll be gone for another few days.

Good, Dabi thinks, slinking into your apartment again, lowering the window behind him. He’s careful to leave things as he found them, his entryway into your place included. You don’t need to know about this.

What the fuck would he even say to you?

Hey, uh, it’s fucking hot at the hideout, and since you’ve got a working A/C unit and like 3 fans, he’s been sleeping over at yours. No big deal, right?

Even after you return, he keeps sneaking in.

He’s gotten your schedule memorized, and he’s heedful of the hours you keep. You’re a little more regular than the others in the League. You actually sleep at night; unlike the rest. The others are often out at God knows what hour, combing for recruits and leads, but not you.

So, Dabi shifts into full night owl mode. He crashes at your place in the midmorning, after you leave for the day, trying to ignore the perfume that comes from your sheets.

You’ve got a nice smell.

It’s oddly comforting, and he hates when he accidentally burrows into your pillows; nostrils flared, inhaling that aroma that’s all you. While he’s never talked with you before this, he goes out of his way to ignore you now.

What he’s doing is fucking weird, and lines are blurring. The other week he’d bumped into you coming out of the bar and he’d almost snatched you to him.

You must have just showered, because that fucking scent was radiating off your skin. It’s nothing too, eh, feminine? No, it’s more like… oranges and sandalwood. It’s a heady blend of rich balsamic and citrus, and he can’t get it out of his head.

August has faded into September, and he’s still sleeping over at yours.

He can’t help it. It’s not his fault your bed is so downy and, fuck, cool. It’s like the sheets don’t absorb his warmth. No, they’re always cold and they feel so fucking good against his staples and burned skin.

It’s midmorning, closer to noon, and he’s dozing, his eyes heavy and drooping. He’s exhausted, so bone tired, that he doesn’t hear your door opening. No, he doesn’t even notice you until he hears your voice.

“Um, would you like to tell me why you’re in my bed?”

He’s on his feet in a flash, a slow flicking of blue flames tracing along his fingers. You’re framed in your doorway, eyes wide, stepping away from his aggressive stance.

“Woah, woah,” you begin, lifting your hands in supplication. “Let’s just… take a minute and talk. I’m not-”

“You’re not supposed to be here,” he snaps, his cerulean eyes narrowing, but he dampens his fire, a long curling of smoke framing his face.

“Uh, I think you got that backward there, bud. You’re not supposed to be here, I live here,” you scoff, one hand propping on your hip, head tilted exaggeratedly.

Dabi is about to spit something else out when you stride into your bedroom, tugging your jacket off and sauntering over to a tall dresser. He snaps his mouth closed and watches you. He’s not sure how he’s going to talk his way out of this, and he’s grateful for the reprieve. But, he knows an onslaught of anger or, fuck, preserve him, a lecture is incoming. Worst case, he thinks, observing you from his peripheral as you tug out a long shirt and some shorts, you’ll just kick him out and that will be that.

You glance at him again, your eyes lingering over his exposed chest and legs, and he can’t help the scowl that breaks over his face. He’s not embarrassed, he’s just, well, he’s not sure how to classify that stare. Most people recoil or toss him a glance of pity, their brows wrinkled with worry and distaste. But you? You arched an eyebrow and smiled.

Fucking weirdo.

Pausing in your doorway, you bite your lip into your mouth and carefully speak your next statement, voice smooth. “Look, while I’d rather you, oh, I don’t know, asked me about staying here. I’m not in the mood to argue with you, and I’ve got a long journey ahead of me tonight.” You take a deep inhale and toss him another smile.

“Just… just lay back down and get some rest. I promise I won’t molest you,” you tease, and he snaps his head up at that, his chin jutting in agitation.

You laugh at his sour face and he feels wrong-footed; lost. What the fuck? Who says shit like that? Who is in their right mind is just, oh, no worries man, promise I won’t grab your dick?

What’s wrong with you?

“I’m going to change and then I’m going to go to sleep. You can go, or you can stay, I really don’t care. All I know is that I’m not going to sleep on the couch when I’m in my apartment.” You retort, that grin still lifting your lips as you step away, the wall shielding you from his view.

Dabi remains where he is; standing in your bedroom, clad in his boxers, his hands clenched into fists by his side. Somehow this is worse than you throwing him out.

You return a few minutes later and he can’t get a good look at you. You slink past him and are under your covers in an instant. Not that he’s trying to give you a once over, he snarls to himself, shaking his inky head.

You nestle into the comforter and turn to your side, leaving him plenty of room on the opposite end of the bed. He blinks at you, a deep welling of uncertainty nestling in his stomach.

You’re quiet for a long moment, your eyes closing and shoulders relaxing, acting like there’s not a wanted, deadly villain in your bedroom, paces from your side. Then, you twist, giving him a quick scan, your eyes lingering over his.

“Either lay down or get out, Dabi. I’m not going to be able to sleep with you glaring at me like that. You look like some kinda ghost.”

Your declaration provokes a huffing, agitated reaction out of him. If there’s one thing Dabi hates, it’s being told what to do.

He slings himself beside you, splaying out, his body laying on top of the sheets. You chuckle, your head peeking at him over your shoulder. He ignores you and tries to close his eyes.

It feels strange, resting next to you like this. It’s… intimate, and he’s not sure if he hates or likes the sensation. He chances a glance at you, but you’ve already turned back to your side, your shoulders rising and lowering rhythmically. He shakes his head at your blasé reaction. How can you just, fuck, sleep?

He can’t get comfortable and his skin feels heavy again. It’s not heat this time. No, now something else is making everything feel too close, too warm.

He dampens his thoughts, mind frantically focusing on anything but you. As the sun slips behind the buildings across the street, his eyes lower and he fitfully sleeps, your rich smell filling his senses.

He’d left you in the night; tucking his clothes back on and easing out of your window.

True to your word, you’d relegated yourself to your side of the bed, hardly tossing or turning as you slept. As he paced back to the hideout, he wasn’t sure what he’d gotten himself into. He just hoped you’d keep your mouth shut. He didn’t want the others knowing about this, it felt, well it’s not like him. Abrasive- fucking spewing anger and vitriol? Yeah, that was him. But this? This was too soft, too gentle. He hated it.

But that’s the problem with hate. It’s terribly close to that other emotion. They’re sisters, really. Usually love and hate exist on two sides, but they’re still the same coin, no matter how you toss them.

You don’t act any differently after that night.

You keep coming to the hideout, giving him a vague smile and greeting before continuing your day. He’s acting differently, though. He can’t help but watch you, suddenly fascinated with how you move. He tries his best to shake himself from his musings, but sometimes he can’t help it.

If anything, he grumbles to himself, watching you chatter with Toga, you’re subtly going out of your way to place yourself in front of him. You were never around this much before. Well, maybe you were. He didn’t pay you any mind back then, but now? Now he can’t get enough of you.

He reacts when you laugh, or talk, his head turning, like a sunflower, toward the light you give off. Ugh. His only hopeful reprieve from this, from you, is the changing seasons. The days are getting shorter and that heatwave is finally, finally breaking.

It’s his one comfort, his saving grace.

Yeah, he should have fucking never tossed that wish into the universe.

No, another heatwave passes over the island and it’s the worst one yet. The daily temperatures have been hitting the low 100s and the nights aren’t much better. To make matters worse, the A/C at the hideout has given up the ghost and won’t turn on at all now.

Still, Dabi’s prepared. He’d bought a secondhand electric fan a few weeks ago, and he’s grateful for the tiny slice of paradise that it grants him. It’s not as nice as your apartment, or your bed, but it will do.

He’s laying across his mattress, sweat trickling down his back and shoulders, trying to ignore that ache in his burned skin. The fan is blowing across him and he’s about to crank it up a notch when it gives out an ominous sputter.

Dabi sits up, his eyes flashing. No, no, no, no. There’s no fucking way.

The fan’s blades are slowing, that sweet, cool air dampening, drifting into the low-lying humidity that surrounds him. He yanks the plug from the wall, his staples stinging as he stands. He stomps over to the outlet and plugs the fan back in, turning on his haunches to see if the blades will start that familiar whirl.

There’s fuck all happening.

Cursing, he kicks the shitty thing over and grabs his jacket, storming down the stairs and into the night.

You’re sleeping when he slinks under your window sill, sliding the glass shut and kicking his heavy boots to the floor. It’s that sound that wakes you, and you lift yourself up, your sheets falling from your chest, revealing a bare shoulder and low cut shirt to him. Unabashed by your appearance, you wipe a palm over your eyes, rubbing the sleep away and croaking out a greeting.

“When I said you could sleep over here, I didn’t mean you could barge in at all hours. And through my window? So, that’s why the hinge looks like that.”

Dabi considers you for a moment, his blue eyes gleaming in the moonlight. You tilt your head at him and suck your teeth.

“A, oh, I don’t know, sorry, would be nice?” you scold, that alluring smile lifting your lips. He follows the line of your mouth, his thoughts hazing over, focusing on some other, darker, daydream.

“Hello?” you call, waving your hand beside your face. “Earth to Dabi. What do you want?”

That question slips him out of his stupor and he lifts his eyes back to yours. “The A/C is out. Bought a fan a few weeks ago, but the fucking thing broke and I can’t… it’s hard to regulate my body temperature in this fucking heat. You keep this place like an icebox, so I started crashing here. Wasn’t planning on coming back, but after tonight-”

“Ok, ok,” you laugh, already scooting over and flinging the covers back. “Seeing as you didn’t try any funny business last time, I guess I’ll let it slide. Just, not to be rude, but shut up and let me sleep. I’ve gotta long day tomorrow and as enthralling as this conversation is…”

“Whatever,” Dabi mutters, slinging his damp shirt over his head and pacing over to the side of your bed. You blink up at him and shake your head, that tiny grin lingering. He presses into your familiar sheets, eyes already slipping closed as the fragrance of you pulls at him.

It’s early when he wakes, shuddering out of a nightmare, red flames and crying voices fading into the back of his mind.

Wincing, he raises a hand to his eyes and pulls at his face, relieved that it’s still cool air that meets him. As he rolls to his side, he feels something trace over his unscarred chest. The sensation makes him freeze, his eyes snapping open again, the cerulean searching, whisking over the dim figure beside him.

You’re still sleeping, but you’ve shifted, your body curled, facing him, and one of your hands is reaching toward him. Shit, he thinks, heart pounding in his ears. You’re so close.

He’s never been this close to you.

Your mouth is parted, delicate lips plush and soft in the early morning gloom. He tries to shift away, but your brow creases when he does, so he stills his movements, gritting his teeth and trying to ignore that flush that is building across his nose.

This is stupid. It’s just you. It’s not like the two of you have even done anything. Fuck, you barely talk with one another.

He burrows his head into his pillow and the shift of his body urges you closer to him, your hand opening and pressing to his skin. A sigh slips from your mouth as your fingers splay out, tapping against his warmth, and he nearly startles off the bed.

He looks down at your hand, aghast. He wants to move it off of him; can’t stand that you’re touching him, he tells himself, that you’re this close to him. But he can’t bring himself to move. Your hand is so delicate, so…

Unconscious, you turn from him, your fingers lifting on their own, curling back to you. Dabi almost moans as you slip from him, clamping down on the sudden, primal desire that races through him. He wants to grab you; to drag you back to him.

The hell? What the fuck is wrong with him?

Sucking his teeth, he turns over, facing away from the confusing neediness that’s lapping at his subconscious. He fluffs his pillow aggressively, trying to drown out all the raw emotions that are racing through his mind.

Forget it. Sleep.

When he wakes again, you’re gone.

The sheets where you slept are cold under his fingertips and he sits up, his arms resting on his knees. This whole situation is so fucking weird.

He lets himself ease into consciousness before standing and stretching out the leftover kinks in his muscles; stooping to grab his discarded shirt, pulling the fabric over his head and shaking his dark head against the sunlight. Just as he’s slipping his coat on, he notices the note that’s sitting on one of your bedroom chairs. It’s got his name on it, so he snatches it up, flipping open the folded paper.

“There’s some leftover pizza in the fridge, I won’t have time to eat it. Help yourself. There’s also a spare key on the coffee table. Take it and stop jimmying my window open.”

Scoffing, he crumples the paper up, tossing it over his shoulder as he paces into your kitchen.

It’s a fucking thing now.

He’s rarely at the hideout. Why bother? You don’t seem to care if he sleeps over. Hell, you make space for him. There’s gotta be something else to it; there has to be. What kinda idiot is so fucking accommodating? You act like you’re a fucking hostel or something. Well, a hostel where there’s only one bed.

You even bought another fan. You told him you don’t like to keep the overhead one on in the cooler weather, so he can use this one for his side of the bed.

Yeah, he’s got a goddamn side of the bed. It’s fucking insane.

The other members of the League either haven’t noticed what’s going on between the two of you, or they don’t care. It’s not like either of you talk about your sleeping habits. Fuck, you still never interact with him at the hideout, content to maintain that level of professionalism.

He’s not sure why it bothers him.

One night, the temperature drops into the low 40s and he’s stretched out on your blankets, enjoying the first real cold snap of the fall, when he sees you shivering. It’s not very noticeable, what with the way you’re turned away and bundled, but it makes him tilt his head toward you, watching.

Another pass of his fan has you repeating the quake and, without thinking, he pulls you closer, one long arm wrapping around your shoulder and tugging. Startled, you fight his hold, but he calms your movements with a squeeze, grumbling about your stoic reluctance.

What’s the big deal? It’s not like you haven’t brushed up against him before. Calm down.

You quiet after that and slowly, tentatively, you lean against his bare chest, your cheek cool against his heated skin. He tucks his chin over your head and tries to keep his breathing even. He doesn’t want you to hear, fuck, feel his heartbeat; it’s slamming its way out of his throat and he gulps when your fingers pull him closer.

“How are you so warm?” you ask, your breath floating across his pectorals.

“It’s my stupid quirk,” Dabi mutters, dipping his head down to his pillow, shifting you with him. You nod against his lean muscles and your fingertips trace cool designs into his skin, lingering over his burnt patches and staples. He sighs, unable to resist the low shiver that creeps up his spine.

This is nice; too fucking nice.

He can’t do without your touch now.

Remember that thing about love and hate being sisters? Well, that hate is simmering into something else for Dabi. It’s not love, he doesn’t know you well enough, but it’s certainly not hate anymore.

He likes touching you. You’re smooth against his jagged skin and he enjoys the contrast. He’s slow when he pulls you against him, careful to not snag you against his staples, but you seem to like his heat. You’ve even started wearing less to bed, slipping out of that baggy shirt and into a thin tank top; he’s pleased that he has more of you to caress.

It’s getting harder to keep you out of his head. He can smell your perfume, even if he hasn’t seen you for days, and each time he does see you, even at the hideout, his fingers itch to press against you.

You’d laughed at his sudden, intense, interest. The hell Dabi, are you touch starved or something? You’d teased. What’s up with you? I was worried about you burning down my apartment, not you turning into some kind of cuddle fiend.

He doesn’t care what you say. He knows it’s fucking stupid, fucking dumb, that he’s this desperate. It just feels good. And there’s not much about him that feels good these days, so he’ll take what he can get. Fuck you very much.

There’s a meeting. It’s one of the ones where Shigaraki demands that everyone make their way to the bar.

Boss man has been tense lately, thrumming with some dark energy, so the room is quiet as Kurogiri elaborates on the smaller details of the mission. Your part is minimal, limited to reconnaissance with Toga. It’s boring shit, and Dabi is only half listening to any of it.

Besides, there’s something else that’s snagging his attention.

Dabi is sitting on the couch, his eyes lingering on you. You’re wearing one of his favorite outfits and the color looks good on you. It brings out your eyes. You’re questioning Spinner and Toga about the finer points of your team up. He can’t hear you from here, but that doesn’t matter, he’s still in the best spot to spy you leaning forward, perfect ass on full display.

“She’s gotten better, more adept at working undercover,” Compress’ voice shakes Dabi from his thoughts and he turns to him, a bland frown on his face.

“Who?”

“Please, you know who I’m talking about. You can’t stop looking at her.”

He chortles, his laugh a sharp bark. “You’re fucking joking. Her? Fuck, no. I’m gonna head out, not like the boss has anything for me anyway,” Dabi stands, slipping his hands into his trench coat and pacing to the heavy door, shouldering his way into the night.

He leans against the brick wall, lighting up a cigarette and sighing a thin line of smoke into the chilled air. Fuck, they’re noticing what’s going on. Wait. What is going on? It’s not like the two of you are fucking. Yet, a small voice echoes in the back of his mind, and he smirks at that thought.

Yeah, maybe it’s time to speed things up.

You step out a few minutes later, your eyes searching for him. He flicks his cigarette onto the pavement and wraps his fingers in your coat, tugging you to him. You don’t fight him; don’t make a sound as he pins you against the brick, his body hot against your front.

The two of you watch the other, his cerulean eyes roving over your face. Then he’s lifting your chin, his lips sliding across yours. It’s a strange kiss. Usually, he’s too busy trying to get off to focus on his partner. He rarely kisses anyone, even if he’s hooking up. But this kiss?

Like everything else about you, it’s fucking nice.

You move with him, your body surging from the brick, breasts flattening against his chest, fingers cupping behind his ears; nipping and sucking at him, your teeth digging into his burned lower lip and pulling. You’re encouraging him to touch you next, rubbing yourself on him until his hands fall to your hips. He’s already half hard, and that warm juncture of your thighs isn’t helping matters.

To his shock, he’s having trouble keeping up.

You’re already pulling from him when he dips his tongue into your mouth. He gasps at the emptiness, that chilling vacancy that your touch leaves him panting into. Before he can bemoan your absence, you’re kissing at his neck, lifting on your tiptoes to reach the staples on the side of his face. You lick at him, your wet tongue dragging over his burns. He trembles under your hands and you smile, your laugh bright.

Snarling, Dabi yanks your head back and you meet his hazy gaze, biting your lip; pantomiming a wonton innocence. Immediately, he’s pushing you into the brick, his hands cupping and lingering until you’re whining for him. That’s fucking better, he thinks, his teeth worrying against your pulse.

Just when he’s got you where he wants you, your hand snakes between the two of you, pressing against the bulge of his dick. Dabi can’t help his sharp intake of air, and his head falls to your shoulder as he ruts into your palm. You keep kissing at the side of his face, your lips roving over his ear as you tug at his covered dick. You’re saying something, but he can’t focus when you’re doing that.

“Dabi,” you try again, teeth ensnaring his destroyed earlobe, sucking at the burnt skin. “They’re about to come out.”

He knocks your hand away from his straining, throbbing length and leans away from you. Fuck, you look good.

Your lips are swollen, and your eyes are dazzling. He can’t pull himself away. You smile at his dazed expression and lift a hand to his cheek, your palm cool against his overheated skin.

The door shudders open and the two of you spring apart. A few minutes later Toga is grabbing at your arm and pulling you down the street, away from him.

He’s waiting outside your apartment, another cigarette smoldering to ash under his lips. But he can’t bring himself to go in.

Not without you.

Toga’s kept you busy. It’s been over an hour since that kiss in the alleyway. He’s cooled off since then, but that simmering heat that you elicited from him? That hasn’t dimmed. He’s still half hard against his dark pants and he can’t bring himself to care. Besides, Dabi has a very specific idea about how he’s going to have you lessen that pressure for him.

He’s just about to light another cigarette when he sees you.

You walk into your building, and he starts the long climb up the fire escape. His heart is pounding again. He hasn’t wanted something this badly in ages. He’s been so fucking focused on his cause, on making his plans a reality; he just hasn’t had the time.

But now? Fuck, he wants there to be more hours in the day. He’s hoping the two of you can pick up where you left off. Yeah, he tells himself, scaling the last few steps, it’s just about the sex.

That sounds better than saying what he really wants.

You’re already slipping your oversized sleep shirt over your head when he lifts your window. You pause, watching him curl his way into your space. Once he pulls his legs inside he turns to you, his eyes dark, unfathomable, the blue so deep that you feel you’re drowning in it.

He doesn’t shut the window. Instead, he yanks his clothes off, clattering them against your floor. You smile and a gentle laugh makes its way to him.

“What did I say about coming in through the window?” you chuckle, already lifting your arms for him.

He’s against you in a single breath, his warmth seeping its way into your chilled skin. His lips are rough, pressing and lifting, biting and nipping. He’s working you toward your bed and once your knees hit the edge of your mattress, he’s shoving you down.

You flop against the cold blankets, your legs already spreading for his hips. He’s hot, scaldingly hot, against your hands. Your fingers dip into his hair and you pull him back, earning a low growl and his flashing glare, displeasure written all over his face.

“Slow down,” you scold, your legs wrapping around his hips, grinding against the hardness you find.

“The fuck? You goddamn tease. Fucking saying that, then rubbing your wet pussy all over my dick,” Dabi snarls, snatching your wrists and pinning your hands beside your head.

“How do you know it’s wet?” you ask, batting your eyes at his steeled jaw.

“It fucking better be,” he groans, his teeth sinking into your neck and pressing, hard.

You gasp at the stimulation and arch for him, testing his hold on your wrists. Grunting, he licks a wet line to your pulse, his hands tightening over yours. “Mmm, why don’t you find out?” you ask, leaning into his lips, loving the contrast of his destroyed and perfect skin.

He shifts his grip on you, yanking your arms up, pinning your hands above your head. He lifts one of his own hands away once he’s satisfied he’s got a good hold on you. His warm fingers trace down your side, pausing when he gets to the lacy band of your panties. Teasingly, he pulls fabric away from your skin, and lets it snap against your hip. Dabi tips his nose into the curve of your neck and shoulder, taking a deep drag against you.

You buck your hips, squirming under his weight. “You get lost? My pussy is a little further down.”

He chuckles darkly, his breath making you shiver. You’re just about to wriggle from him when one long finger eases past your panties and presses into your sopping heat. “Oh,” you gasp, your eyes rolling back. It feels like he’s heated his fingertip, and the skin that’s stroking and thrusting into you is warm, too warm.

Dabi leans away from your neck, bracing himself above you with his knees, pulling himself into a hunched position. He’s smirking at your awed expression and his teeth glow in the darkness.

“Like I said doll, you’re already so fucking wet for me. You want more?”

You nod and buck your hips, digging that finger deeper. He groans at your eagerness and you can feel him warming the next digit up, the tip burning against the soft flesh of your inner thighs.

Once it’s in, he starts to v the two, dragging them along your rippling walls, spreading you open, easing you into his hand. Your slick is sliding down your legs and seeping into the sheets. Still, Dabi keeps on, maintaining that steady stretch. It starts to sting and you shift away, but he releases your wrists, free hand moves to your hip, stilling you.

You glance up at him, curious. His eyes are hooded, the blue a velvety sapphire. He looks like he’s holding himself back from something. Almost like… like he’s handling you with more care than he’s ever given anything. It’s a strange thought, but the idea of it makes you reach for him, your fingers running down his discolored skin, lingering over the staples and piercings.

“I’ve gotta stretch you out,” he informs you, his eyes closing behind his trembling eyelids, savoring your gentle caress.

“Hmm, you that big?” you joke, fully expecting him to react, to silence you with a kiss or another well-timed thrust of his fingers. But he surprises you. He opens his eyes and fixes you with a rough stare, his digits continuing that aching pull. You’re throbbing around him, your arousal easing his passage, his extensions.

“I don’t want to… hurt-” he stops, his eyes narrowing. With an inaudible sigh, he slides down your body, only halting once he’s face to face with your sleek cunt. His breath heaves against you and you wrap a leg over his back, holding him close.

Dabi laves his tongue over you, latching onto your pulpy clit and giving it a soft suck. Your hands sink into his hair, curling into the spiky tendrils, urging him to give you more.

He rewards your needy moans with another lick and he flicks his eyes up to yours, watching you over your shaking curves.

“I’m going to add another finger,” he tells you, preparing you for another deep stretch. When he enters you almost pull from him, your hips bowing away at the pricking of pain. Sensing your distress, he keeps his lips around your pulsing clit, distracting you with kisses and low blows of air.

Finally, you can feel yourself loosening. Your feet brace against your bed and you use the leverage to maneuver him deeper. You feel, you feel so…

Dabi, realizing that your cunt is quivering around his intruding digits, shifts closer, his piercings rubbing against your thighs. He’s sloppy now, less controlled. His tongue is circling your clit with furious laps and he lets a canine trace the bud. His fingers are still spreading and he’s found that spongy spot now. He taps against it, teasing you, making you clench and gasp around him.

Just when you think you can’t take it anymore, when it seems like all the sensations are too, too, much; it snaps. The coiling in your core pulls free and you’re moaning, so loudly you’re worried your neighbors will hear. His name is falling from your lips at a rapid rate and you can feel his smirk as he lifts his fingers from your cunt.

Dabi leans away and you shake at the loss of him. He was so warm, so hot against your damp skin and you miss it. He watches you, tucking his fingers into his mouth, lapping the final bits of your release from him.

“Take off your clothes,” he demands when he’s finished, his hands already dropping to his tented boxers, slipping the elastic down his trim waist.

You shift to obey, your hands yanking your shirt, bra and soaked panties off of you. You splay under him, indolently admiring the sight that is revealed to you. Oh, you think, unable to contain your small gasp, he is big.

His cock is long, thick, and curved, and it’s dripping with pre-cum. There’s a crossed set of piercings at the tip of his length and you watch, mesmerized, as a shimmering strand of his arousal catches on the shiny silver, leeching down the smooth length of him. He’s bigger than anything you’ve ever taken, and that thought makes you shiver with anticipation, and a small sliver of worry.

Dabi grins wildly at your flushed face. “Like what you see?”

You nod, and he laughs, fingers snatching your legs, tugging you toward him. You spread for him, so eager and fucking turned on you can’t think straight. His hand lowers to his cock, and he strokes himself as he rechecks your silken cunt, gathering some of the gossamer strands of your arousal on his fingers as he ensures that you’re ready to take him.

“I’m not going to go slow,” he warns you, his eyes lifting from your folds.

Gulping and biting your lip, you nod, a shaking exhale escaping your lungs. He shifts himself nearer and begins to press. He’s right, you think, wincing at the sting of his intrusion. He’d stretched you out, licked you until you were leaking all over the bed, but it hurts.

It takes him a moment to bottom out. Once he does, he groans and gasps above you. “Fuck (Y/N), you’re so damn tight.”

You flop your head against your pillow and let out a long sigh. He’s holding still as you adjust, and, despite his warning, he’s being careful with you. It makes your chest squeeze. After a few more pained breaths, you can feel a low tingling radiating from your core. It’s like an itch. Experimentally, you cant your hips, your legs wrapping around his waist, cautious of the stapled skin across his lower back.

Dabi mutters a soft curse and pulls back, his length sliding out of your drenched pussy. When he glides back in, you feel that same tingling sensation. Distantly, you realize it must be those piercings of his, but you’re too overwhelmed by the sensation to process it fully.

“Hold on,” he groans, his hands bracing beside your head. You lace your arms around his bowed neck, and he starts to pounds into you. It’s a calculated motion, but- ah- he’s taking the extra second between his powerful pulls and thrusts to scrape his pelvis against your pulsating clit, stimulating you, ensuring that dim blaze pleasure within you keeps building. Whimpering, you arch your back, your ankles locking around him, encouraging him to keep going. You feel so good, so full, filled to the brim and practically begging him for more.

Sloppily, his mismatched lips find yours and he nibbles and kisses at you. The sheer heat of him is making you both slick with sweat. You don’t mind the salty, dampened feeling, if anything, it eases his motions.

You’re so wet now that he’s gliding easily into you; that piercing of his heating up, and the rapid fire thrusts he’s giving you create a smoldering inside you; like he’s catching you on fire from the inside out.

His hips stutter and he lifts one hand from the bed, his thumb easily finding your clit. He presses a tight circle across you and you see spots.

“Come on,” he groans, his voice hoarse, strained, “cum for me (Y/N). Fucking cum on my dick.”

That desperation in his tone is all that it takes.

Seconds later, you’re arching and shaking so much that he has to hold you still. He eases into you a final time, his frantic thrusts slowing, spacing out as he enjoys your rippling channel, and the fiery feeling of his own release almost hurtles you over the edge again. You curl against him, panting into his burnt ear, licking at the damaged skin.

Dabi leans heavily against you, one large hand pressing into your lower back, lifting you to him. Once he comes back to himself, he kisses at your shoulder, his warm breath making you shiver. He eases himself out of you and your legs clamp together, holding his cum inside you. It still feels so, so hot, and you’re not ready to let it drip out of you, not yet.

He untangles himself from you and adjusts some of his staples, wincing against the sting of his marred and clean flesh. Realizing what he’s doing, you slip from the bed and pad into your bathroom. You clean yourself off and grab a bottle of hydrogen peroxide, dampening a clean cloth with the solution.

“Here. It’s got some peroxide on it,” you tell him as you reenter the bedroom, tossing the rag his way. He catches it easily, dabbing it over himself, careful to not snag it on any of his loose skin. While he’s busy doing that, you snatch up his discarded white shirt and sling it over your head. He looks at you and scoffs.

“What’s wrong with yours?” he asks, tossing the cloth onto the floor.

“Yours looked better,” you inform him, returning to his side and leaning close. He rolls his eyes at you and you shift into his open lap, straddling his hips. Grinning, you kiss at his neck again, sneaking a few groans from him. Sighing as you give him a particularly hard nip, he bats you off of him, tumbling you down to the sheets.

“Give me a fucking minute,” he complains, shaking his head as you wrap around him, pulling him into your arms. Once he’s settled onto the bed you turn, pressing your back to his chest, relaxing into the familiar hold. He snorts, amused by your sudden change of mind.

Dabi lowers his forehead to the back of your head, a small smile rising along his lips. Your breathing evens out and he listens to the sound, trying to memorize each little detail of you.

Yeah, this is it, he tells himself as he drifts off. The rest is just extra. Oh, it’s nice, to be sure, but this, this right here is what he really wants.

Notes: Soft, soft Dabi. I like him like this ꒰ ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱ ˖°

Tags: @evesmores, @spicy-skull, @xwildskullx

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Uh Oh (Sykkuno x F!Reader)

Oneshot (maybe part of a series??? idk we’ll see): The Prequel to “Impasta” in which reader meets the gang for the first time and experiences a betrayal. Mainly Friendship

Warning: non-beta, I wrote this in one go and full sent it.

You were a small time Twitch streamer that had recently befriend a streamer with a much larger audience, ValkyRae. You had been talking back and forth for quite some time, since Rae’s dm to you weeks ago. You were mainly an rp channel where you played games like GTA, The Sims, and Animal Crossing. Though you gained a lot of your followers from playing League, though it mostly consisted of hate-followers that would only critique your gaming, even though you were pretty good at it. But it doesn’t bother you too much *que sob*

You were streaming GTA on a RP server playing an amish girl on a Rumspringa and wreaking havoc. You and your ‘gang’ had successfully finished hitting a bank truck ,causing your character to rake in a few thousand dollars, when you got a message from Rae asking you if you had wanted to play a few rounds of the popular game among us.

“Alright guys, a friend asked if I wanted to join her lobby of among us. I know it’s different from the stuff i usually stream, but is that something you guys would be cool with?” You asked your chat and watch an influx of people messaging ‘yes’ or ‘pog’. You take a sip of your Starbucks and picked up your phone to message Rae that you’ll be joining. “Fair warning, I’ve never played among us. So we’ll see how this goes, guys”

While you waited to be invited to the discord and into the lobby, you chatted with your viewers for a bit. “I just realized that I’m really awkward around new people. Like when I’m playing on the GTA Rp Server, I’m not myself, I’m a character you know? So it’s easier to talk with other people, cause they’re also role playing. Plus I don’t think I can call anyone in the discord a musty dusty rat bitch lol or sell them drugs, it’s not that kind of game...unless?...” You laugh as you login to your discord and accept the invite to the discord “alright guys! here we go~”

You enter the discord call and hear people talking.

“Y/N!” Rae exclaims “Guys this is my new friend y/n”

“Hi” Responding to the various voices greeting you

“OK, so the code is in the chat and so are the bubbles, so your chat can see who is talking and what not” Rae explains

You input the code and saw your little character in the space ship. “Oh god guys look at us!” You ran your little character around the ship “How do we change colors? I’m not feeling this blue and I saw Rae with her lil creepy mask”

You read your chat tell you what to do so you went to the little computer to change the blue to white and clicked through all the hats til you decided on the pink flower. “How about this guys? Yellow is my favorite color but its taken”

“Alright, you ready y/n?” Rae asked

“Yup” you respond by running circles around her character

“OK i’m starting. Don’t forget to mute and close chat. You can open it back up if your imposter or dead” Rae sang “Good luck~”

“Alright chat I gotta close you til the game is done? I guess” You hum as the words ‘crewmate’ pop up. “Well at least i’m not imposter, i know the game. I mean who hasn’t at this point. I just never played it, seems to be to nerve wracking”

You open the map icon and run to where the closet yellow exclamation point was, which was admin. You make sure to note all the colors around you in there as you swipe your card “Alright, green, yellow, brown,red, and orange” You repeated the colors over and over again as you make your way into electrical when you notice something “Ok uh green is following me? I don’t know why but its freaking me out.” The lights turn off and you start freaking out “Oh god, this is where I die. Don’t I? You know what do it. Kill me! It’s probably a good idea. I’m kind of an idiot and it’ll help me figure things out on my own without the pressure” You follow the arrow pointing to a panel and you click on it “What am i supposed to do? You know green, this would be the perfect opportunity to murder me in cold blood... is this how you do it?” You flip the switches so that they are all bright green and the lights turn on “YAS BITCH, I did it”

The green character kind of just circles your body as you do tasks in electrical, you do download, wires, and power diverter. “Ok BUT WHY IS HE FOLLOWING ME!!”

An orange body had been reported and that two others had died (bright green and pink) and the person who reported the body was black or as his name read ‘Abe’ “Ok, so this body was in admin on card swipe”

“Well this body couldn’t have been me or y/n” Sykkuno says “I was following her this entire time”

“Yea, I’d like to know why lol? You were kinda freaking me out dude” You laugh a bit trying to play off how nervous you were to call him out on it

“Oh No! I was protecting you” Sykkuno explains “I promise”

“Sykkuno? Are you already simping for someone?” Rae feigns exasperation

“No really guys!” He explains nervously “The new person always dies first, so I was just trying to protect her.”

You hum and smile mischievously “Unless, your just trying to gain my trust only to murder me in coldblood in front of my bestie Rae, to prove your superiority over her!?!”

Rae gasps “Really Sykkuno!?! I’m voting you just for that!”

“Wah? No wait! It’s not like that really” Sykkuno starts laughing as Rae votes “Oh God did you really vote for me?”

“Yes” Rae says and you start laughing

“So anyways, Leslie’s body is in admin?” Hafu says wanting to talk more about the body and get all the sus’s and clears

Though you gasp when you realized a few things “wait I have some info to share” teasing Sykkuno had loosened you up a bit “it was me,green,yellow,brown,red, and orange in admin. Then me and green, uh Syyykkkuunnoo? Sorry if i didn’t say your name right, left and went into electrical, then lights were called and I fixed them before finishing off my tasks in there. So the body must’ve died during lights unless she left and came back into admin after lights were fixed? which doesn’t make much sense, sooo yea” you smiled “look at me chat! being all smart and shit”

“yes” Poki agrees “I left admin also with Rae just before lights were called”

“Ok, so I know that puts sus on me, but I went straight to lights when they were called” Hafu says “Someone on the right side must’ve vented when lights were off. Like I was entering the hallway from storage with Tina when lights got fixed and we went to reactor room together. So it couldn’t have been me. Maybe Tina? I dont know which way she come from, but it was not me”

“That is true. I did meet up with Hafu at storage, but I don’t know man” Tina says “ I was doing download in comms”

“Oh god” You tell chat “I don’t know whether to believe Hafu or not. I know she is really good, along with Toast, but he hasn’t said anything”

“Well it is seven and we don’t vote on seven, so we can skip. Just putting a sus on Hafu” Rae says

“Yes please do” Hafu says as she votes to skip

“Do we know where the other bodies are?” Poki asks as the seconds start to dwindle down to zero “Also Toast? Why are you so quiet?”

“I’m trying to figure out a new strat, so don’t you worry. I’ll catch the killers” Toast starts to evil laugh and that was the end of the meeting.

“Ok we’re susing Hafu for this.Though I don’t think it’s her only cause I remember watching one of her imposter plays and it would be a too obvious kill,since so many people were there, it just doesn’t make sense, so someone venting in and killing is plausible or could be a self report? I don’t know lol It’s my first game” You run with Sykkuno and finish up your tasks together. Though lights were called when you both were at shields, you can see the vent pop open and in your little vision bubble you see a flash of red “Whelp this is where I die, I’d like to rate Sykkuno an 8 out of 10 for protecting me, but obviously I am now died” True to your word Rae killed you and you saw Sykkuno running around like a headless chicken when he reports your body

“Oh God! They got her when I was trying to protect her!” Sykkuno exclaims

“Sykkuno! You were supposed to be protecting her!?” Rae shouts “What happened? Did you kill her in cold blood? hmm?”

“smh Rae, you murdered me right in front of Sykkuno” You sigh “Well chat looks like I’m dead and we can speak now”

“No!” Sykkuno denies “I said I was going to protect her. I wouldn’t kill her after saying that”

“Well she’s dead now Sykkuno! Where’s the body?” Toast dramatically says

“It’s in shields. It happened when lights were off” Sykkyno says “I’m sorry y/n, I couldn’t protect you”

“Aw that is so cute” You pout at his apology, it wasn’t his fault. It was dark, so obviously he couldn’t see

“Well I don’t think Sykkuno did this, He said he was protecting her to everyone, so I can say that he’s crew” Hafu says “I’m at light panel, I remember seeing Poki and Tina there”

“I can confirm this” Poki says “So Toast let’s hear your big brain play. What’s your strat?”

It was silent for a minute, before Toast admits that he doesn’t have one.

“Ok so we can all agree that Toast is the imposter right?” Rae says “Vote him outta here!”

“Yep” Tina agrees hitting that vote on him and many follow suit

“Wait guys! WAIT! I do! I do have a strat” Toast screams out “Uhhh... wires! The wires guys!”

“Lol they’re gunna vote him off” You watch people voting “Rae is probably gunna win this”

“Yea, you’ve done that pay before” Poki laughs

“Don’t worry I’ll skip Toast” Sykkuno says

“Why would you skip if we’re on 6?” Rae asks “Is Toast your imposter buddy?”

“Wah? I said I was protecting y/n, why would I kill her?” Trying to make his innocence obvious

“Unless you killed her by accident or Toast did and you’re trying to protect him like the Simp you are!” Rae accuses him

Tina starts to also question Sykkuno “Wait a second, I dont think I’ve seen you do a single task this entire game! You’ve just been following y/n all around! We should vote him off next!”

“Guys, I swear it’s not me, it just doesn’t make sense” You can hear him plead “Oh no guys, how did this get twisted? It’s Rae! But how did it go to thinking Sykkuno as imposter?”

The meeting ends with Toast screaming into the abyss as he is yeeted out with Sykkuno telling him that he voted to skip.

“Ok then chat, looks like the imposters are gunna win, lets talk for a bit” You sigh and start reading the comments “ I know that I didn’t talk much with them, but I’m just awkward in general and I don’t know what to say to them. This is the first time playing with a group like this where i’m supposed to be myself and not a character.”

The words Defeat appeared on screen and there was Hafu and Rae as imposter. “I honestly didn’t think it was Hafu”

“Hafu was that you that killed Leslie in admin? I didn’t think it was “You asked when you returned to the lobby

“NO! I got framed by my own partner” Hafu explains before taking her bathroom break

“How did Rae get that kill cause I was with her?” Poki asks

“I vented from Caf back into admin when lights were off” Rae laughs “and I vented into shields and killed y/n right in front of Sykkuno!”

“Im sorry for not being able to protect you” Sykkuno runs circles around my character “Next round I’ll do better! I promise”

You laugh and start chasing after him in the ship “What if you end up as imposter?”

“Then I’ll have to look away as my imposter buddy kills you” Sykkuno laughs behind his hand and clears his throat “Im joking, Im joking, I promise”

“Wow Sykkuno” You tsk and run over to the opposite side of the room “I don’t know if I want your protection services now”

“Uh” Sykkuno splutters “I’m joking I promise! I won’t kill you as imposter”

“Wait til Corpse hears you simping over someone else” Poki says before starting the game

“Wait Hafu is still in the bathroom!” Rae exclaimed, but it was to late to stop the game from starting, so she’ll have to jump in when she comes back. Though you swear you feel your heart jump out of your chest when the words Imposter read on you screen. The 1st of the night for you and another in a row for Hafu.

“Oh God guys. Hafu is in the bathroom, but she has to carry us” You start to panic “What we do we do!?! Wait is Sykkuno seriously gunna follow us? Should we kill him or would that be to obvious?” You see the chat tell you that it would be to obvious and that it would be better to maybe frame him, but it seems to mean to you “Should we kill someone in front of him? You know to test his loyalty? It’s a terrible idea”

Though before you go on to fake tasks, you see Sykkuno standing on top of Hafu’s body, so you also go ontop of Sykkuno’s and to the outside perspective you are protecting Hafu, but really for you it’s to ensure that your imposter partner is going to be walking around and killing people,once she comes back from the bathroom. It seems that Hafu is back from the bathroom as her yellow character starts making her way away from you both. You and Sykkuno make your way to admin when lights get called and Sykkuno starts to wiggle his body around into a corner. It seems as though he wants you to stack with him in a corner, but before you do you double back when you see a body pass by and kill them, though you start to laugh when you see your character kill Rae, before ‘stumbling’ into Sykkuno’s view in the corner. You both stay there as lights turn back on and go on card swipe. You think about juking Sykkuno, but realize that it’ll look sus on you for ditching him. So you two just walk around ‘completing’ tasks as every once in a while the lights would go off and you two will stack on each other or wait for doors to open which you had been closing alot of them.

“Honestly guys I’m at a point were I just wanna murder someone in front of him” You start to evil laugh as you both stack in the corner of medbay as lights start turning on when a body got called

“It’s toast, it’s toast, it’s toast” Hafu chants as it was her who reported the body “I saw him kill Poki”

“oh she self reported” you note and click on Toast’s name but not locking in your vote just in case. You also noticed that four people had died “She killed three people!?! Wow she is beast in this game! Holy Shit guys”

“see, from my perspective it’s hafu. I didn’t see the kill, but I did see blood splatter and Hafu immediately reported the body and blamed me, so it has to be Hafu. I’m voting her” Toast explains and votes her

“no no no no no no no. I saw you kill her when lights got fixed.” Hafu describes her side and what she did in that round “ Ok guys I was afk for like the first 20 seconds and I see Sykkuno and y/n there standing on me in caf., and I’m just doing my tasks, which I finished by the way, so I’m just going back and forth going to cams and just walking around to find any dead bodies. So if you saw cams on in the last 30 or so seconds it was me. I’ve also been fixing lights too! Peter and Leslie should be able to vouch for me on that! But on this round of lights I’m making my way to go help fix them when i see blood flicker in my little bubble and as it starts to get bigger I see Toast walking away from it. Its Toast. It is 100% Toast.” She locks her vote on him “Vote him please. If you don’t vote then you’re either imposter or just throwing”

“I don’t know guys” You start and hover your mouse over the green checkmark next to Toast’s name “I’ve been with Sykkuno the entire round and we did guard Hafu’s body. For Hafu to say that she saw Toast kill, but toast didn’t see Hafu kill? It just doesnt make sense so I’m voting Toast” You lock your vote in when Hafu reminds everyone that crew has to vote together since it is on six. Reminding Peter and Leslie that Hafu has been fixing lights got their votes, but Sykkuno was hesitant “You know I can never vote Toast guys, but I have been with y/n this entire time and I know it’s not her. So, I’m sorry Toast but uh” He locks his vote in for either Hafu or Toast? Who knows if he’s simping over Toast hard.

“Sykkuno?” You can hear Toast tremble his voice “Sy-sykkuno? Who did you vote for? Sykkuno!?!?! Do- Don’t tell me...did you really vote me?”

“I uh “ He clears his throat as the votes get out and all of us had voted Toast

Toast gasps “Sykkuno!?! How could you!?!?!”

“I’m sorry! I just trust y/n!” Sykkuno explains as Toast’s body once again gets yeeted out into space.

“Wow guys, looks like we’re gunna win our first imposter game!” You wiggle around happily “and we literally did nothing...wait we killed Rae! We got our revenge from the last round mwua hahahahaha”

Sykkuno and I run circles around each other before walking back into medbay. You can see Hafu kind of trailing behind and the doors get locked with us three in it, but Hafu is just standing there. “Chat what is Hafu doing? Why is she just standing there” You can see Sykkuno step on the med scan “Wait she wants ME to kill SYKKUNO! Oh god that is so evil lol but i’m so useless as imposter, so I might as well get in at least 25% of the kills”

Once Sykkuno steps off you just murder him and you see that you had won.

“I- I can’t believe you just killed me!?! I trusted you y/n” Sykkuno exclaims

“Sykkuno” Rae sighs “she KILLED ME in caf! Why did no one NOT SEE MY CHOPPED BODY IN CAF!”

You just laugh “I’m sorry Sykkuno, but my chat was telling me that Hafu wanted me to kill you”

“Yea, cause I did like all of the kills and sabotages” Hafu recounts who and how she killed

“Sykkuno, you giant simp. I can’t believe you vote me” Toast tsk’ed

“I can’t believe y/n was the imposter! and she killed me!” Sykkuno shakes his head “you know what i’m no longer protecting you anymore”

“Wait Sykkuno I’m sorry. Really” You giggle

“No no no it’s ok, it’s all part of the game” Sykkuno reassure you that he is not actually mad and that he hoped you had fun “But i wont be protecting you from now on, I have scars now”

So, you play a few more games before calling it quits and end your stream. Later on, you find that Sykkuno started following you on Twitter and Instagram, You totally did not stalk both of his pages and you totally don’t think that he’s cute.....

SideNote: You totally murdered someone in front of Sykkuno and he totally didn’t snitch on you. Instead he protected you as you ran around killing more people in front of him and like the giant Simp he is he totally went ‘I neva snitch on you Daddy, I hold a brick for you Daddy’.

#sykkuno x reader #sykkuno x y/n #sykkuno imagines #sykkuno fanfic #youtubers x reader #corpse husband x reader #corpse x reader #corpse imagines

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suggiebabe · 4 years

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Red Feather

A/N: Hey guys....... I know I said I wouldn’t post anything today, BUT HAWKS HAS BEEN AT THE BACK OF MT MIND FOR SOOOO LONG I JUST HAD TO WRITE SOMETHING FOR HIM! Tytytytyty SO MUCH to the cutie who is @domhoni for coming up with this idea uwu, if it weren’t for u, this would just be a complete mess LOL! Enjoy!

Summary: Soulmate AU where when you’re 18 your world starts randomly dull in color until you come in contact with your soulmate. If you haven’t found them by age 30, your world would be permanently colorless. Your world was bland, barely any color left as you turned 24. When an earthquake struck causing your building to collapse, the only think you could see before you blacked out was a bright red feather.

Pairing: Hawks x Reader

Warnings: Depression, thoughts of dying, needles (hospital), angst(???) with a happy ending

It was believed that when you were 18, your world would randomly start to lose its colors if you didn’t come into contact with your soulmate. One by one, the colors would fade. Reds would turn into pinks then to whites, green to mint then to white, orange to marigold then to white, your whole would would be as white as a winter wonderland if you failed to find your soulmate by the age of 30. This thought haunted you for your entire life. You couldn’t imagine seeing the world without color. You loved looking up at the bright blue sky, the yellow sunflowers in your backyard, and even just staring at the black screen on your phone. Colors made life worth living for you, and one day they could all just disappear? Just because you couldn’t find one person? You absolutely hated it.

It was your graduation day, and you were excited yet terrified for what your future life would bring to you. Luckily for you, your friends were able to distract you from the thought of having to find your soulmate. After the ceremony, you and your family got together, and they started to congratulate you on your success. Your mother handed you a bouquet of roses. “Here you go (Y/N)! It was hard to find them, but I just had to get you your favorite flower! Red roses! Aren’t they so pretty?” she asked excitedly.

You stared down at the flowers, your smile slowly disappearing. The flowers were pink.

🌹

Nothing was the same anymore, each year colors started to fade, your soulmate nowhere to be seen. It had been 6 years since you started to lose color. Beautiful yellows becoming pale, purples turning lilac, your world becoming pastel. Your life had become boring. The pain of losing color becoming so overbearing, you barely had any motivation to do anything anymore.

College went by quicker than expected. You slowly started losing connections with your friends. Working in a boring office job didn’t help with your depressed emotions either. Everyday was so painful, nothing looking lively anymore, what was the point of even moving forward?

You were 24 now. 6 years left for you to find your soulmate. Everyone in your town knew each other because it wasn’t very populated, meaning if you hadn’t already found your soulmate, you probably weren’t going to. You begrudgingly accepted your fate.

🌹

Every year the Pro Heroes scheduled a tour around Japan, trying to meet as many of their fans as possible. Today was the day they were scheduled to come to your small town, and when you heard from the news anchor on TV say they arrived safely, you couldn’t care less. To you they were way too overrated. Everyone loved them but you couldn’t understand why, all they did was tie up bad guys, ANYONE could do that. You finished eating your white pancakes and headed off to the same boring office job you went to everyday.

As you sat down at your desk, you couldn’t help but notice that today felt odd. There was a weird feeling in your stomach that you couldn’t shake off. At first you tried to play it off as some bad breakfast, but that just didn’t seem to be the case.

Your gut was correct, because as you logged on to your computer, you felt the building start to shake. Everyone in the office had started to freak out and start to leave the room, but you couldn’t get yourself to move from your chair. You sat there at the computer questioning if you should move, of if you should let this building crush you.

The walls around you started to collapse, and dust filled the air, making it hard to breath. You were having a battle within yourself. You wanted to get up, but what was the point of living such a boring life? Your vision slowly started to turn hazy, and you thought that was it. You were going to die. Regret instantly filling your thoughts.

As your vision was going black, you felt yourself being lifted by someone. You tried to see who it was, but when you looked up the only thing you saw before you blacked out was a red feather.

🌹

You had been in a coma for the past week, your body had taken damage from all the dust you had inhaled, so the doctors thought it would be best. When you woke up you stared at the ceiling in front of you. You felt needles in your arms and a ventilator over your nose, but that didn’t matter. You were in shock because the room around you had bright blue walls and there was a colorful “Get Well Soon!” balloon floating around near the window. You could see color again.

You saw something next to you move out of the corner of your eye, and when you looked over, you saw a man with messy yellow hair stretch out his large wings. He rubbed his eyes and looked at you, and that’s when his bright yellow eyes widened. He scooted his chair closer to your bed, and held your hand in his calloused one.

“When did you wake up?” he asked, looking straight into your eyes. You blushed a bit at the staring, but muttered out a soft, “just a little while ago...” “And you didn’t wake me?” he pouted. Your eyebrows furrowed barely realizing that you didn’t really know who this man was. “Who even are you?...” you asked weakly. “My name is Takami Keigo, and I’m your soulmate.” Your eyed widened at the word “Soulmate.”

“You’re my soulmate? Are you sure?..” you asked, still not fully believing him. “I am 100% sure, kid. My life was full of color as soon as I picked you up in that building.” he said trying to convince you. “Y-you saved me? But the person who saved me had re-” you halted your words as you looked at his wings, “red feathers...” you reached out to touch them, they were soft. “Takami... we’re soulmates..” you said quietly stroking the bright red feathers. “It’s Keigo for you, kid” he smiled at you and took your hand in his again, lightly squeezing it. “Thank you, Keigo.” You said testing out the foreign name on your tongue, lightly squeezing his hand back. He kissed your forehead as if you were made of fragile glass.

“I love you, (Y/N)” he said softly. “I love you too, Keigo.”

Another A/N: GUYS I DID IT!!! I HOPE I DID THIS IDEA JUSTICE!!! THIS IS MY FIRST SUPER LONG FIC AND I AM SOOOO HAPPY WITH IT AGAHAHAG Hawks is so cool >:(

#takami keigo #keigo x reader #keigo #keigo takami x reader #hawks #hawks x reader #hawks imagine #bnha fanfiction #bnha x reader #mha x reader #mha scenarios #mha fanfiction #soulmate au #hawks soulmate #mha soulmate au #bnha soulmate au #bnha scenarios #bnha hawks #mha hawks

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imaginesbymk · 3 years

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“Find Me Under The Giant Rabbit.”

Reservoir Dogs/Pulp Fiction One Shot

SUMMARY: I read a Reddit fan theory that Mr. Pink survived, escaped the cops, got arrested and was then put on parole - leaving behind his old life and lying low as a waiter at Jack Rabbit Slims. What happens when you show up to the restaurant one night?

PAIRING: Mr. Pink/Buddy Holly waiter x Reader

TAGS: swearing, smoking + mentions of basically everything that happened in reservoir dogs which is the heist, violence, etc

NON REQUESTED

WORD COUNT: 2,870 (it’s long i’m sorry)

AUTHOR’S NOTE: this is probably the cheesiest thing i’ve ever written, and it’s nothing tarantino would ever put in his films, also there’s no way PF and RS can legitimately tie in together 100% even though there are some factors to support otherwise, but i wanted to write this and see something lol :( leave a like/reblog + feedback!!!

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YOU put your car in park, shutting off the engine, and observed it from afar. It was one hell of a big restaurant, almost a bit too cartoon-like. There was a giant anthropomorphic rabbit on top, and the lights claiming the name were glowing a bright red and yellow. Mind you, this was in Los Angeles, so who wouldn’t blame you if you took one look at Jack Rabbit Slim’s, and mistake it for a restaurant at Six Flags?

Dozens of bikers came in with their motorcycles, yet their engines couldn’t even overpower the chatter coming from newcomers left and right. You ignored a heavy tattooed biker dressed in all leather and denim catcalling you from afar, and you reached the front desk.

A man dressed in uniform, most definitely in character, tipped his hat at you and led you to a table with only two chairs. You weren’t expecting anyone to join you in the other seat across. So what if you went for dinner by yourself? You didn’t bother asking anyone to join you for that matter. Not anyone you could think of at the top of your head would be any less boring.

You began tracing your fingers around the rim of the ketchup bottle when not even five seconds after sitting down, a lady approached your table with ruby red lips.

Of course, you thought. Servers were dressed up as icons from the 50s era.

“Marilyn,” you say in awe.

“Close enough,” Instead of being seated in the Marilyn Monroe section being served by a Marilyn Monroe-looking Marilyn Monroe, you were greeted with a tall Mamie Van Doren, who is just as breathtaking as Marilyn refilling everyone’s coffee mugs from the other side of the restaurant. “How about I get you started with drinks?”

Ricky Nelson’s performance on stage came to an end when Mamie arrived with your food. You looked around the place while eating. People weren’t eating by themselves. Families, friends, dates, all of them occupied their seats. Now that you’ve noticed, you sort of wished you brought someone with you, otherwise the seat across from you is used as a footrest.

So there, you propped your feet on top, and relaxed… then you sat upright. Your eyes fixated on the waiter in his section, which were the cars back in the 50s used as booths. You watch him walk towards one of them. The couple was a young woman in a blunt bob cut with bangs, and a man wearing a black suit with long black hair tied back.

You squint your eyes. It couldn’t be...

“Hi, I’m Buddy. What can I get ya?”

You blinked, dropping the half bitten French fry from your mouth. Holy fucking shit.

It was all coming back to you. The news broke out about the heist going wrong at the wholesale, all dead except for one, a cop who laid dead on the ramp inside the rendezvous was identified as Mr. Orange. Since he wasn’t supposed to know where you were from, Mr. Pink never turned up to your door as an emergency hideout, or to drag you with him on his getaway because he never had one. You never heard of him ever since.

Here he was, Mr. Pink, alive and well, wearing glasses. What the hell happened? How long has he been working here? Is he supposed to be Buddy Holly?

“How do you want that cooked? Burnt to a crisp or bloody as hell?” you hear him ask the man in the suit who ordered a steak.

“Bloody as hell, and oh, yeah, look at this- vanilla coke.”

You noticed the irony. He left you in a black suit - and he comes back in white. Like he’d ever want to be caught dead in white, or pink.

“What about you, Peggy Sue?” he asks the woman, jotting in his notepad. You recognized the pun.

“I’ll have the Durwood Kirby burger, bloody. And… the five dollar shake.”

Were you about to laugh? Call out his name? That was enough for you to get antsy in your seat, but you didn’t want to draw attention. You saw him again while finishing up half of your meal, giving the couple their drinks and disappearing back into the kitchen. He was doing his job, but it wasn’t like he was giving his one hundred percent. For someone who preached to the Gods about professionalism, Mr. Pink sure lacked work ethic. Every employee was on point with their character impersonations as if you had travelled back in time. Meanwhile, he acted like himself and seemed bored while wearing an emotionless face, as if he hated his job and epitome of his existence. It was never a dull moment for him whenever he was with you, though.

You got up to use the restroom.

“We’re lucky we got anything at all. I don’t think Buddy Holly’s much of a waiter,” you heard the man at the booth tell the woman as you walk past them, spotting their food from the corner of your eye. It’s no surprise hearing that. Mr. Pink never looked like the type to work at a job like this.

You sat back down and soon, Mr. Pink reappeared, standing over to the side and watched the announcement of the twisting contest, smoking a cigarette. You see him eyeing two pretty blonde women walking past him, and he looked back his way, now in your direction.

He finally did what you wanted him to do, and he stares at you for nearly a solid minute.

You waved awkwardly.

Mr. Pink tosses the cigarette in a random person’s ashtray and disappears behind the door once again. You darted out of your chair, and marched your way to where he headed, just as the couple he served got up on stage to participate in the twisting contest.

A Zorro waiter jumps in front of you. “Stop right there, mi amor!” his eyes darted at you through the cheap black mask he was wearing. “I believe the bathroom’s on the other side of the bar.”

“Where’s Buddy?” you ask Zorro.

“I’m afraid Mr. Holly is taking a quick break from unenthusiastically serving love birds in their cars.”

“Can you tell him I’m looking for him?”

“Once I see him.” Zorro then took out his sword and pointed it at you, a grin plastered on his face. “Now, shall I escort you back to your dining spot?”

Although you were aware this guy was only in character, you didn’t wanna risk getting kicked out, or having a realistic looking sword ripped through your body. You sighed and turned around, heading back. You noticed at your table a folded napkin beside your empty plate. Mamie Van Doren was last seen there, her back facing you with her heels clicking away on the tiles.

“Excuse me!” you called after the waitress. She ignores you, smiling down at new customers at an umbrella table.

Cocking an eyebrow, you used your finger to flatten the crease and read the note in bold handwriting.

FIND ME UNDER THE GIANT RABBIT. - BUDDY

You threw the door open and ran outside, precisely under the giant rabbit of the Jack Rabbit Slim’s sign, just like he said on the napkin. You felt like an idiot checking every direction to find no one. Not a lot of the bikers were seen riding or hanging out around the parking lot, some people were coming and going, but you couldn’t find Buddy Holly.

Defeated, you turn to walk back inside.

Mr. Pink rushed out the door and caught his breath. It looked like he was chasing you down before you could take off. A song used for the twisting contest kept playing from inside.

You didn’t run up to him and jumped in his arms or anything dramatic in that matter. You both stared at each other.

A few days before the heist you two stood across each other waiting for Mr. Brown and Mr. White inside the hideout. It was a quiet moment, not an awkward one. He just took that opportunity to study you, as you did him. It took him that moment to realize he was warming up to you.

“Well hello there, Buddy,” you smile smugly.

YOU and Pink loitered at the side of the eatery, where the back door to the kitchen was located. He had taken off his fake glasses, showing his full frame.

“Okay,” you watch him lean against the wall, lighting his cigarette. “Talk to me. What happened to you?”

“What the hell do you think? Cops tagged me when I tried driving away. I was put behind bars, and by some fucking miracle this place took me in when I needed money.”

“You didn’t know any other crime bosses looking for a lanky dude?” Pink rolls his eyes at your joke. “I know the heist went terribly wrong, I saw the news. Everyone’s dead as Dillinger.”

“That briefcase had a shit load of two million dollars worth of stones,” Pink blew smoke out. “I swear, if that asshole undercover cop was never sent to set us up, I could have been enjoying a cocktail in Santorini. You’re lucky you called in sick that day.”

You shuddered, remembering how god-awful the illness was. “Never again. I felt like I was being hot glued to a sauna.”

You remembered the day of the heist. In fact, you mentally prepared yourself for something that you’ve never done before. You braced for what was supposed to go smoothly as Joe promised. Instead, you were woken up by the worst case scenario above 38 degrees. You were thankful Joe took it easy on you and promised another job next time.

“All right, your turn. What did you do after that shit show went down?” Pink asks you.

“Just did my own thing. I wasn’t there so the cops never searched for me.” Pink took a slow drag, staring at nothing. He didn’t really look the same as before. Still lanky, except his hair was a bit more darkened and styled in curls, possibly because Buddy Holly had it permed that way. But his face read that he had been through a lot. Normally you felt zero pity for assholes like him, but you managed to blurt out, “I missed you.”

Pink, blowing out smoke in the air, eyed you up and down and furrowed his brows. “Likewise.”

Not only did it suck not being able to make money, you also couldn’t do it with Mr. Pink. As much as he kept his professionalism to a T, he squeezed in time to get along with you. It was no wonder Joe hired you - you were different than the guys, you moved differently and never felt small. Mr. Pink was drawn to that.

Maybe that was just an understatement. He grew intimidated by something he expected to experience the least from in the job, and of course, straight out of a fairytale, you had to stop and ask yourself if you felt the same way, and if what you felt was right. Neither of you had any idea. It was against the rules to give out personal information to each other, and Mr. Pink took those rules very seriously, even if it was just one job that he most likely wouldn’t come back to unless a higher pay was involved and Joe Cabot liked him enough to recruit him again.

If Mr. Pink grew too attached, if he let his guard down for one second, God forbid something would have happened to you. Without a doubt, he would have heavily blamed himself and walked away from the job without saying another word.

His options were to wait until after the robbery to make a move, or do his job, get paid and leave. Whether or not it was out of selfishness was out of the question. Mr. Pink is already selfish in an intuitive kind of way, he’d rather avoid spiraling into a wave of emotions for one person - so he chose the latter.

“What?” Pink looked at you, feeling a bit tense. “Why are you staring at me like that?”

“Huh? No. It’s nothing,” you blinked, realizing you were staring at him longer than you should have. You shook your head, most likely shaking off the intrusive thoughts. Maybe this wasn’t a good time to tell him what’s on your mind.

If anything, he’s most likely sleeping with the Marilyn Monroe waitress. “It’s just… you shaved the goatee.”

Pink nodded, looking a bit annoyed that there was no facial hair left on his chin to rub. “Buddy Holly had a clean face. For the record, the only advantage of this job is that I’m under disguise. Other than that, this place is a circus. I’m zooming back in time whenever I clock in.”

“It’s a 50s themed restaurant,” you state. “Working here sounds like fun. At least you get to dress up and experience pop culture.”

He scoffs. “No, fuck the 50s. Shit was all I Love Lucy and those puffy ass dresses.”

“They’re called poodle skirts, Pink.”

“Like I give a fuck what they’re called.”

“You know Buddy Holly smiled. He was a singer and a guitarist. If you keep up the attitude, no one’s gonna tip you. Nice Guy Eddie told me about your rant on tipping.”

“Ha! And? You will never find me up on that stage performing That’ll Be The Day, moving like a fucking animatronic.” Halfway finished, Pink tossed his cigarette aside and looked at you. “You’re a sight for sore eyes.”

You felt your cheeks flushing. Fuck. “I am?”

He nodded, putting his Buddy Holly glasses back on his face. “Yeah. It’s a breath of fresh air seeing you here.” He stares down at his wristwatch for a moment.

“Your break’s done?”

“It’s been done,” he says. “Fifteen minutes ago.”

You shook your head, chuckling. “You’re so fired.”

“This isn’t the first time I stopped caring, so my boss isn’t gonna bat an eye.” He had his hand wrapped around the back door which was supported by a wooden block to keep it open. “Look, I’ll see ya arou-”

“Pink?” Your heart rose up to your throat.

He turned back to you. “Hm?”

You just had to do it. You reached up and kissed him softly. Pink didn’t shove or curse at you. His features softened, pulling you close to him and kissed you deeply. Even when you two pulled away, his arms didn’t unwrap from your waist. His forehead was pressed against yours now.

“My name’s Y/N,” you tell him.

He stares at you, no snarky, sarcastic comment left for him to give.

“I know you’re not willing to give your name up just yet, you can’t fully trust me, and I get that, but I won’t tell anyone what happened. You got lucky, I think… but I’m really glad you’re okay.”

“You don’t have to-”

“I’m serious.”

“Y/N,” he says your name for the first time. “You don’t have to go all sappy for me. Karma came in hot. Jesus Christ, I mean, I left you.”

“Not really. You didn’t know me. The cops had the place staked out the entire day, there was nothing you could do.”

He looked down at his shoes. “All right. But still, I feel shitty. Can I at least make it up to you?”

“How?”

Pink shrugs. “I get paid tomorrow.”

“Good for you,” you reply. “Save it like you’re gonna lose it.”

“I’ve had this job for a while now, I got enough to last. But once I win the lottery, I’m gone.”

“To Santorini?”

“With a cocktail in my hand. But that’s besides the point, right now I got enough to take you out on a date… if you’re down.”

“Where would you plan on taking me? Here?” you laugh.

“You’re funny. How about the movies? Overruled, I’m taking you to see a movie. I gotta know where you live first. It’s okay to know now.”

You nodded, you couldn't argue with that. Besides, you two would just be making out in the dark the entire time.

His hand was back on the handle of the back door. Pink pulled it open, looked back at you and smiled for the first time tonight. That warmed your heart, and you were certain it warmed his. He watched you stuff something inside his pocket square as you told him your address. He went back inside, shutting the door on you. You walked back to the front of the restaurant to pay for the bill, and went straight home.

Mr. Pink shuffles past the chefs in the kitchen, feeling through his suit pocket to pull out his notepad and whatever you stuffed inside just moments ago.

I didn’t even serve them. Is this supposed to be for Mamie Van Doren? He stares down at the dollar bill crumpled in his hand. His frown suddenly transitions to a small but genuine smile.

Fuck it. Nothing could stop him now. He definitely owes you a date night. He quickly stuffs the tip back in his pocket square, and comes out the sliding door.

THE END

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