it's an actual guy

So,,,, remember last year, when I was spewing headcanons for a barisi camp counselor AU? I have a snippet that I really wanted to share. What’s under the read-more was supposed to be the last chapter of a multi-chapter fic I was thinking of doing at the time, but I decided that borders on overload for me, so I was thinking of just posting the cute snippets I wrote instead. 

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We don’t know what crimes Dabi committed, we just know that they were ‘minor crimes’ so I’m going along with something like this, kinda Stain-esque? I hope it’s okay! Not super angsty, but beware just in case!

“Everyone, get down on the ground.” Dabi’s voice was assertive as he spoke. It echoed off of the pristine walls of the building. He wasn’t yelling, but it was still loud.

Most of the people in the lobby of the TV center building turned around to face you and Dabi. Your appearance practically screamed ‘villain’, so a handful of people did as told and got down on the ground. The others followed when Dabi threatened them with a growing flame from the palm of his hand.

You waltzed up to one of the ladies at the reception, though she, too, was cowering beneath her desk. “Where does the filming take place?” You demanded. “F-Fifth floor.” The lady squeaked, and you relented, happy with the answer.

You turned to Dabi to usher him along, but he was already at your side. You smiled at how well he could read you. Together, you rushed to the stairs, quick in your actions. But just as you were leaving the first floor, Dabi picked up on a noise. He grimaced.

“Someone’s called for heroes already. That gives us no more than five minutes to finish what we came here to do.” He told you.

You shook your head, “We’ll make it! We’re almost there…”

The fifth floor was emptier than the first. All the filming equipment was there, but it seemed that it wasn’t in use right now. You walked over to an expensive camera sitting on a desk and smashed it. Screw those so-called heroes who only cared about fame. Seeing them in advertisements on TV, the internet, in the metro, it made your blood boil. Fucking capitalism. You and Dabi set out to send them a message - destroying the TV center seemed like a good way to send it across.

The sound of a sudden commotion from downstairs reached your ears. Both you and Dabi shot to look at each other, sharing that same, knowing look.

The heroes were here.

“We have to go-”

No!” You cut him off, “We’re so close. If we leave now, the media will be able to cover up the story and no one will ever know it happened. We’re too close to go back now.”

Dabi sucked in a breath through his teeth. He agreed with you, but was it worth the risk? With pro heroes storming the place as they spoke, it would not be possible to destroy the equipment and air the recording they made before to the public.

“[___],” Dabi repeated, “We have to go. We’ll find another way.”

Still you shook your head. “I’m going to air the message. Burn the rest of the place down, and we’ll escape as soon as I’m done.” You pulled out the USB with the pre-recorded message and plugged it into one of the computers in the room.

Dabi glanced towards the stairs. He could hear rapidly approaching footsteps now. They were almost out of time. Feeling heat rush to his fingertips, Dabi set his hand against the wall closest to the stairs and let out a gush of flames. They began to lick at the plaster, and Dabi retreated to the window from which they would escape. Again he called your name. “There’s no more time! We have to go, now!”

“I can’t leave now!” You cried back, “I’m almost done-!”

But you never got the chance to finish your work. Heroes broke through the wall of flames and stormed the room. They did not see Dabi. You could barely react before one with a long range quirk threw you against a wall. Another hero tied you up with their quirk, immobilised.

Dabi could not wait around any longer. Soon the building would be consumed by flames anyway, and he had to get away before the heroes noticed you had an accomplice. The image of you, bruised and bloody and slung over a hero’s shoulder like a trophy made him sick to the stomach.

Hang on, [___], Dabi thought, I’m going to rescue you.

hey yo @ horrible customers
please don’t call me doll. don’t call me sweetheart. or dear. or honey. or baby.
it’s not ok. you may think it’s harmless, or a compliment, but it makes me uncomfortable.
no, I am not being “overly sensitive.”

why does it bother me? a lot of reasons. You may mean well when you say it. It may be a habit or you’re trying to give me a compliment. either way it still makes me uncomfortable. you wouldn’t call my male coworkers a pet name like that, would you? no? whys that? you don’t want to “compliment” them?

it bothers me because the people who are allowed to call me those names are family. my mom calls me honey. my boyfriend calls me doll and sweetheart. you are a stranger. You don’t get to use personal pet names on me, a stranger. that’s not okay.

you wanna know another reason why it bothers me? I am 5'2. you are big and tall and unfamiliar and weigh twice as much as I do. and I can’t tell you not to call me names like that, because if that makes you upset? there’s not much I can do to defend myself, and yes, that scares me.

Just take your damn coffee and go.

Not Your Sweetheart


there’s a telescope on the new horizon lunar colony map, with voicelines specific for each hero when they interact with it


I had promised a KiriBaku kid something like months ago, and tbh most of the reason why it took me this long is because I couldn’t pick between these two so?? In the end just have them both I guess - some info about them under cut, in case you wanna know more!!

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givenchy & gold, part i (m.)

;pairing — jungkook/reader

;warnings — sex | implied exhibitionism | mild dom/sub tones | if u’ve got a praise kink then ur gonna love this | mentions of daddy kinks | instances of spanking 

;summary — you’re the supervisor of the clothing department with a lot of useless lingerie knowledge, jungkook is the jewelry department’s defiant hot boy who flirts in wristwatch brands. basically an upscale retail au, but with lots of implied under-the-counter sex. and when an opportunity presents itself to fuck each other in the boss’s office after hours, you’re both too hot for each other to say no.

;word count — 20k im so sorry

part i | part ii

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Aleks “No Homo” Marchant

1026. When Snape died, the first person there to greet him was Lily. She walked up to him and punched him in the face, demanding answers as to 'WHY THE HELL DID YOU VERBALLY ABUSE MY SON FOR SEVEN YEARS???'