#THE RIBBONS BOUNCING IN HER HAIR 😭

[jelliebeanbitch]

MY QUEEN????? HOW DO YOU DANCE SO NATURALLY IN SUCH RESPLENDENT GARB??????😍😍😍

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[angelwishess]

𝜗୧ Kyra Lovelace

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The magicless prefect of Ramshackle; a beautiful young lady who always carries herself with a sense of gracefulness and elegance fit for a princess. But behind that fair facade, lies an endless curiosity, a desire for danger and a knack for causing trouble.

𝜗୧ — BASIC INFO !

Nicknames:

Prefect / Prefect of Ramshackle

Henchman (Grim)

Trickster (Rook)

Little Shrimpy / Sea Angel (Floyd)

Kid (Leona)

Child of Man (Malleus

Lacy, Ra-ra (Cater)

Grade/Class: Freshman, Class A

Birthday: May 5

Age: 17

Height: 170.18 cm (5’7 ft) ( 175.26/5’9 with her heels! )

Dominant Hand: Right

Homeland: ???

Club: Equestrian Club

Best Subject: Animal Languages

Hobbies: Designing and making clothes

Pet Peeves: Living routinely.

Favourite Food: Burgers and Steak Fries !!

Least Favorite Food: Steamed fish and liver

Talent: Making clothes out of just about anything!

Likes : Fashion, Cute things, Mythology, Folklore, Fairytales, Flower language, “Adventure”, Anything considered “Art”, Ribbons n’ frills, Pranks n’ mischief, Amusement parks, adrenaline rushes, Freedom, Cute sweets and cafe hopping!

Dislikes : “Boring things”, Normalcy/Living life routinely, pessimism, indecisiveness, lack of freedom, strong smells, studying, silence, humid weather, being looked down on / underestimated, people trying to “save her”.

Gender & Sexuality: cis girl, demisexual + demiromantic

Voice Claim(s):

Note, these are subject to change !

ENG: KJ Burkhauser (as Scylla from Epic: The Musical)

JP: ??? (None yet!)

𝜗୧ — APPEARANCE !

A tall girl with fair skin and rosey cheeks. She has long, wavy white hair that fades into a soft pink. Her eyes are also pink, but she has notable long, thick lashes. She almost always has a smile on her face. (Smiling resting face)

It is notable that she is very beautiful, and has a very elegant, other worldly aura.

No, literally… She has an aura. 😭

It honestly started as a joke but its canon now?? I seriously dont know— best example I can give is something similar to Kokomi Teruhashi from Saiki K but her aura is pink and sparkly … And she doesnt have it all the time only when she smiles shoujo style yk HAHAHAHA

𝜗୧ — PERSONALITY !

Kyra, at first, seems very elegant. The picture perfect image of what you think of when you think of the word “princess”. Shes soft-spoken, quiet, and mild-mannered. Usually not speaking unless spoken to, and always has a far-off, dreamy look on her face. She seems mysterious, and other worldly, like they pulled her out of a fairytale. Her presence attracts people and animals alike, they cant help but be drawn to her somehow.

Although she comes off as very mature and graceful at first— the true Kyra is a whirlwind of impulsivity and chaos. Shes unpredictable, and thinks in a way others way deem... strange. Shes bounce-off-the-walls energetic and eccentric, and unfortunately, a little naive too. Shes a dreamer at heart, after all!

She says and does things without thinking, often coming off as painfully honest and blunt. She says whatever she wants to and is extremely outspoken, not caring one bit about what she says.

She adores the feeling of adrenaline in her veins and would do anything to chase that high. Because of this, she always has trouble burning hot on her heels. You can bet theres never a dull moment with Kyra around - from trying to juggle fish to exploding the alchemy lab to see "how many cool colors she can make", theres always something unexpected happening around her!

She has an insatiable, childish curiosity, and is always enamored by new things! She loves learning and experiencing new things, and always goes out of her way to try and learn every day. Shes very honest, and sometimes even blunt. She enjoys a good challenge, no matter how ridiculous or extreme and hates being looked down on or underestimated.

A huge klutz and so accident prone its ridiculous, Kyra always finds herself in the middle of some sort of accident or situation. Whether on purpose or not, if theres some sort of incident shes most likely involved somehow... Safe to say that the infirmary is her second home.

Despite her seemingly thoughtless behavior; Kyra is actually very compassionate. She's always the first person to come rushing in when someone is in need, and is a little too trusting of people, to the point of naivety. Shes extremely loving and caring, and even if she teases her friends, she adores all of them dearly and views them as family!

Kyra is a very positive person! She prefers to see the bright side of things, and is so cool-headed its honestly scary. She seems to never get upset, and faces everything with a bright smile! She holds no grudges towards anyone, and is so full of love sometimes its sickening. She chooses to always look forward, and move on from disasters with an even bigger smile than before.

Shes the kind of person that leaves a lasting impression. If you’ve met her, you’ll never forget her! No matter how rambunctious and chaotic she is, she spreads her love and her light to everyone she meets, and before you know it, she’ll find some way to worm her way into your heart! As a friend, and as a companion. A soul as lovely and as beautiful as her’s is sure to leave an impression you’ll never forget.

𝜗୧ — BACKGROUND / LORE (TW: for dehumanization.)

The life of a princess; from her birth is well defined. She must humbly serve her country and her people and wordlessly play the role she has been assigned.

She has no other purpose, after all. This is what she is meant for- the only thing shes good for. To not speak, nor think for herself. To act only for the sake of others.

Because that is what a princess does. She does not have any other identity outside of this. Nor does she need any identity outside of this. This is the only thing shes good for, what gives her worth. Purpose. She is nothing if not her title and her beauty, a tool for the kingdom to use for its advantage. She is someone— no, something to be used.

But, Kyra is a dreamer. She wants, and she wants. No matter how many times she tries to stop it. She cant help that yearning for freedom she so desperately desires. Yearning, to be more than what shes told she is. Yearning to have more than what they have planned for her.

From her birth, she was forbidden from ever stepping foot outside the palace walls, her father much harsher on her than her other siblings. She escaped through fairytales, and filled her head with dreams of the fantastical. Of course, this only made her want more. It fueled her wonder and curiosity of the outside world, and dreamed that one day she would be able to leave and explore the world for herself.

Of course, as years passed she had she had long played the role as princess, obeyed every command and compliantly did everything the people asked of her. She threw away her own desires for the sake of her country- because that is her only purpose.

But you can only push someone so far.

After getting news from her father that she was promised to a prince, she stormed back to her room to weep. All of her dreams now crushed, and her hope gone.

She ripped out the pages of an old scrapbook shes had since she was a little girl. All of her dreams of adventure written and illustrated in lead and colorful pencils— now ripped to shreds. Nothing but little pieces of paper, of thrown out dreams. Dreams of leaving this palace and going to the beach, or an amusement park. Dreams of travelling the world and to see what it has to offer...

Dreams to make friends, and have grand adventures with them.

All hope was lost... Atleast thats what she thought, until she looked up to the sky and saw a shooting star. Out of desperation, she made a wish. The first time in years, as childish as it was she had no other choice.

And when she woke up, she was in a world she always dreamed of going to. And she couldn't be any happier. Maybe… Just this once, even just for a little while… She can be selfish too.

𝜗୧ — NOTABLE RELATIONSHIPS !

Kyra ♡ Floyd — Bestfriends! Or more. || Theres no one on land or in the sea that could ever be more in sync than these two. Always on the same page and wreacking havoc wherever they go, they’re an inseperable duo attatched to the hip! They say they’re best friends, but everyone can see the dopey, lovestruck expression on their faces when they look at eachother. They’ll keep denying it, but no one knows why. (Wanna know more? Floyra’s intro post will be linked here!) (when i make it. Sighs.)

Kyra & Leona — “Big bro!” || Kyra seemed to take a liking to the beastman after the events of Book 2, often following him around like a lost puppy. She sees him as an older brother figure— sevens know why, but as time passes Leona found himself seeing her as his little sister, too. Perhaps, Kyra yearned for someone to call her older sibling. After all she never got to spend any time with hers.

Kyra & Malleus — Closest friend. || Both royalty thats underdeveloped socially, with a curiosity for the seemingly mundane things of the everyday life of humans— Kyra and Malleus are quite the duo, Kyra thought he looked so cool when they first met, and immediately invited him into Ramshackle! At the end of the night, she invited him to visit again the next day. When asked why, she said they were friends. And ever since, they’ve found comfort in eachother’s presence, and being eachother’s close friend.

Kyra & Crewel — “Dad!” || Kyra lacked a proper father figure in her life before arriving to TWST, her biological father being very distant. Crewel made her feel like she actually had a father figure, and now shes always quick to help him whenever she can. (… Unfortunately, he doesn’t seem to approve of her choice with Floyd.)

Kyra & Adeuce — Dumb, Dumber and Dumbest. || Ah. The original trio. Kyra looks out for them— but most of the time just lets them be because she thinks its funny watching them flail around whenever they’re in trouble. Basically, they all act like siblings. Always teasing and poking fun at eachother, but also always the first to rush to eachothers side whenever real trouble arises.

Kyra & Jamil — Parallels. || Kyra wanted to be mad at him. To be dissappointed in him, to tell him off after the events of Book 4. But, she couldn’t. She didn’t feel angry at all, her anger from earlier while seeing Kalim cry was faded, sizzled into nothing but a gaping hole of guilt— because how could she hate someone she understands so very deeply? She understands. He doesn’t think so. How could he know she understands when all he sees is her running as free as the wind? But, he doesn’t know, that his freedom is eventual, and promised. And hers is temporary.

(Note: Kyra and Jamil also end up having a sibling-like relationship!!)

𝜗୧ — OC RELATIONSHIPS !

Kyra & Poppy (@/justm3di0cr3) — “Lil’ sis!” || Both gleeful rays of sunshine that attract people, these two are inseperable! Kyra loves to spoil her little sister rotten with gorgeous dresses she designed, and they often have tea parties together to catch up! They love eachother dearly, and see eachother as family!

Kyra & Paige (@/4necdote) — “Mom!” || Kyra never had a mother, atleast not before Paige. And for that, she loves her so very dearly. Sorry Crewel, but shes a total Mama’s Girl!

Kyra & Elena — “Lil’ sis! pt. 2” || Elena has never been one to trust— But Kyra is just too presistent, too sweet and naive. To trust someone who calls herself a monster… How stupid is she? But even then… Kyra still believes in her. She says that she is kind even after all the betrayal, and deep down Elena wants to believe it too. Kyra sees Elena for who she is, and no one other than Azul and her brothers has done that before.

𝜗୧ — TRIVIA / FUNFACTS !

Kyra is Twisted from the stereotype of a Disney Princess!

While Kyra may be a stereotype, there are some princesses that I took inspo from the most! Those are: Giselle, Belle, Rapunzel, and Jasmine!! Cinderella and Snow White too, but thats just because theyre basically the disney princess blue print LMAO

^^ Kyra takes a lot of inspiration from Giselle especially!! She has a lot of her mannerisms. (Body language, the hand movements, ykyk)

In the canon storyline, no one knows Kyra’s past as royalty, and she never mentions it. She keeps it hidden throughout the events of the story, as she doesn’t want to remember it.

Kyra has a unique affinity towards animals that make them naturally drawn to her. Funnily enough, this also extends to merfolk and beastmen! Although its much more subtle.

Because of her past, Kyra is new to most things she interacts with in general. She was enamored when she saw a vending machine for the first time.

Kyra is an adrenaline junkie.

Kyra likes to dig through trash cans. Thats it.

With waaay too much energy, Kyra just cant stay still for a minute. Always off on some random side quest, working a part-time job at Sam's just for the fun of it to partying it up with Scarabia, she just can't stick to one thing for too long! She'll disappear for a minute and come back with something completely random. You really never know with her.

Despite how she seems, Kyra does NOTT take shit from anyone. If she doesnt vibe with you, she’ll just leave. And if you piss her off, its on SIGHT. Will absolutely throw hands regardless of who you are

[the-kr8tor]

Can i request fae hobie and reader? Maube where it doesnt happen in the fall, like totally separate universe. Like i deadass need to seem him as a dad with kids and with reader happily man😭, you dont gotta do it though dw dw.

Fae! Hobie with kids you say? I gotchu, angel 🫶

Pairing: Fae! Dad! Hobie Brown x fem! Reader

Tags: no use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, Fae AU, Dad AU, Fluff.

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Juniper runs happily in the field, green dress swinging wildly, tall grass parting for her, little daisies kiss her feet as she sprints away from her younger sister. Poppy whose smaller legs make it hard for her to keep up, her curly hair frames her chubby cheeks, a toothy grin brings light in your laughter while you watch them chase each other on the grass. The tiny bundle gurgles in your arms, his golden eyes stares at you expectantly like he's asking you why you're laughing.

The sun beams down at your little family and the bubble that Hobie made to keep you and his family away from prying eyes and dangerous people. The large oak tree provides shade for you and your newborn, soft fabric lay under you for comfort. You've settled deep in the woods, miles and miles away from the nearest soul. Hobie has done a great deal to protect you and his children, keeping everyone inside his realm safe and sound. And he'll do anything to keep it that way, with every means necessary.

You tilt your head, cooing and nuzzling your nose on top of Bear’s head. The name wasn't much of a choice per se but you and Hobie couldn't pick a suitable name so you both nicknamed him in the meantime always calling him your ‘little bear’ the both of you got so used to calling him ‘your bear’, you two just decided that it's his name now.

A large hawk flies overhead, a breeze following past, fluttering the grass and the leaves. The girls stop playing, pointing and yelling at the bird.

“Dad’s back!” Junie yells, she runs towards you, all smiles and giggles. She was your carbon copy when she was born but now that she's older there's more of Hobie you see in her everyday. From her height to how she scrunches her nose when she laughs.

“Dad's back! Did you see?!” She bounces up and down, tiny ribbons decorating her thick curls. “Mum, did you see?” Junie breathes heavily from her run.

“I did see, baby. Where's your sister?” You peek behind her, noticing that Poppy isn't following close.

For a second your heart falls from your chest until you see Hobie carrying her in his arms, tiny hands waving wildly in the distance. You can breathe again.

“Come sit down, Junie, drink some water.” she plops down next to you.

“‘m not thirsty.” Stubborn, like her father.

“Even if you're not, you still need to drink because you've been sweating a lot.” You wipe her moist forehead with a towel. “See? Go drink, my flower.” With a huff, she does what she's told. Definitely Hobie's daughter, alright.

A shadow casts over you, Bear smiles, blowing a milk bubble from his lips.

“Hello there.” You smile up at Hobie and Poppy who's currently clambering down from her father.

She settles next to you, greeting Bear with a gentle kiss on his forehead. “Hi mummy.” Her auburn eyes smile at you. Poppy, the sweet heart that she is, presses a loud smooch on your temple.

“Hello, my star, go drink water for me? Please?”

“Okay!” She half crawls towards her sister and the picnic basket. You think this one takes after you more.

“Hey you—” Hobie falls on the blanket with a thud, fatigue marring his chiseled face. “Everything okay?” you roam your eyes over his body for any signs of a fight. Heart clenching at the thought, thankfully you find none.

You trace the muscles on his arm, goosebumps rising on his skin where your fingers have touched him. You find that it's the only thing that could do that to him.

He sighs, despite the tiredness he still finds it in him to smile at you. “Everything is as it should be.” Sitting up, he takes a peek at the new addition in the family. “Little Bear, have you been good?”

“Hobie,” your tone is serious. “The barrier—?”

“It's staying strong.” He flicks a fallen leaf off your shoulder. “Nothin’ to worry about, love.”

You nod, feeling the lump in your throat disappear. Laying your head on his shoulder, you breathe him in, drowning in him.

“Bring me next time? I worry when you're not here.”

“Once you're better,” he promises. “For now, focus on resting.” Hobie holds the back of your head, kissing the crown of flowers the girls made you. It crinkles under the weight of his lips.

“Dad!” Juniper screams for her dad's attention. “Look! Poppy and I caught a lizard!”

He chuckles, right hand cradling Bear's head casually. “Careful, that one breathes fire.” he teases.

“Ack!” Junie lets it go while Poppy laughs. The tiny lizard skidaddles out and into the tall grass. “aww, bye mr. Lizard.”

“Come sit with us, froggy.” Hobie pats the space next to him.

Junie quickly makes her way to him, instead of sitting next to her father, she takes her seat on his lap. The sudden weight brings an ‘oof’ from Hobie. She giggles, embracing her father as a half apology.

Poppy pouts, a copy of Hobie when he wants a cuddle but doesn't want to ask directly.

“There's a seat right in the middle just for you, rabbit.” Hobie scooches a bit, her pout morphs into a grin, baby teeth peeking out from her lips.

You notice her blue overalls are getting smaller on her, mentally making a note to make a new one for her. She's growing so fast, it's what you expected since she takes after her father. It makes you excited to see Bear grow up, you wonder whether he takes after you or Hobie.

Poppy loops her arm around yours while she wraps the other one around Hobie's. She kicks her feet happily, laying her forehead atop your arm. She hums a familiar tune.

You look over her head to peer at Hobie, finding that he's already staring at you. Mouthing an ‘I love you’, you watch as his tiredness fades, replaced by a bright genuine smile.

He answers with a hand behind your neck, pulling you closer, chastely kissing with the promise to protect the family you two made.

[pb-littleverse]

can you write little!hyunjin and little!vivi spending the day together with hyunjin caring for vivi like a big sister. cg!haseul is also there watching them and helping them especially helping vivi and cleaning up after hyunjin

Super cute!! 😭 Vivi and Hyunjin dynamics stay winning. Thank you for the request!

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Aeongie had been feeling brave. That day, she finally asked Kahei if they could arrange a playdate with Heekkie at the ARTMS dorms. Kahei had ruffled her hair and grinned ear-to-ear and promised that she would arrange something ASAP.

But it turned out that “ASAP” wouldn’t come as soon as Aeongie liked: her Heekkie was caught up in a filming schedule all week, and she wouldn’t be free until the next weekend after that.

After Kahei broke the news to her, Aeongie stayed brave. She flopped facedown in her cardboard rocket ship and sighed until the tips of her fingers felt fuzzy. What she didn’t notice at the time was Kahei punching Haseul’s number into her phone.

When her Momma called her name and made her an offer, she poked her head out from the ship and nodded so eagerly, it rocked the whole ship.

It wasn’t a playdate with Heekkie, but it would be close enough to old times to remind her of one.

–

Aeongie ties and re-ties the pretty pink ribbon that Kahei gave her. Seeing her big sister get all dolled up for their trip got her so excited, she wanted one for herself. Kahei had been happy to share, helping her knot the ribbon tightly, but not too tightly, into a bow on her wrist.

Now Kahei sits on Haseul’s lap, gently rocking back and forth as their mama works to combine her double-ribboned braids into one.

For how badly Aeongie wants to take off running and play, she’s being very patient. She rubs her fingers against the stitched checkers of their quilt, fascinated by the uneven texture of the ground beneath them. They’re on a reserved stretch of green along the river, swaddled in the shade of a great big tree, and feeling the breeze of a mellow afternoon.

And since their trip outdoors wouldn’t be complete without a picnic, Haseul made sure to come prepared, lugging a basket half her size.

Finally, tucking the last bits of hair into place, Haseul plants a kiss on Kahei’s head and pats her once on her sides.

“Done, sweetie!” she beams. “You’re the most beautiful princess this side of the river has ever seen.”

Kahei stands up and squeals, doing a little kick at nothing as Aeongie flops down and squirms in the grass.

“Complete with the prettiest kitty by her side, of course!” Haseul adds on, and both girls croon their delight. “Now, go play!”

They don’t have to be told twice. Aeongie tears down towards the water’s edge, and Haseul savors a small feeling of triumph as Kahei calls out to slow her down before she can.

Even when she’s regressed, Kahei is a natural caretaker, and Haseul trusts in her totally. Especially when it comes to an outdoor trip like this, Haseul knows that Aeongie is happier to listen to guidance from her big sister than her mama. 

Haseul keeps a watchful eye on the two of them, even while hanging back. She prepares the picnic, cracking open the basket and preparing an artful arrangement of crisp greens, fruit salad, chilled watermelon slices, finger sandwiches, and snack cakes.

Kahei and Aeongie both crouch down by the water, the former wetting her hands and scooping something from the mud. She hears Aeongie’s excited shout from afar before both are tromping dutifully back up the hill to show her something.

Aeongie bounces from one foot to the other as Kahei gently unfolds her hands. There, the subject of their excited attention, is a tiny green frog sitting tamely on Kahei’s palm.

Haseul gasps and praises their find. While Aeongie wants to bring the frog home to show Yeojinnie, Kahei breaks it to her gently that their froggy would be happiest back by the water.

None too bothered, Aeongie accepts what she’s told. Haseul joins them by the water as they bid the frog a gleeful farewell, watching it dart away into the muck. A fierce pride wells in her at having raised her girls so well.

When Aeongie stays crouched and staring, Kahei hugs her little sister from behind until Aeongie purrs her satisfaction. Moments like these almost have Haseul fooled into believing Kahei isn’t as much a menace as the rest of the LOONA littles.

Then Kahei guides Aeongie away from the water’s edge, and she transforms into as much the kid she has every reason to be today. She subjects her little sister to every manner of trial, blindfolding her with the pink ribbon from before and then spinning her around in circles.

When Aeongie slips on a patch of mud, Kahei runs and tumbles with her, both of them laughing as they sprawl out in the dirt. While Aeongie is rougher between the two of them, Kahei knows just how to run her around and shake her energy out.

In time, they play hacky sack, which just as quickly becomes a mutual game of “think fast.” This soon becomes “chase and grab” (because kitties don’t “fetch,” according to Aeongie), until the hacky sack lands near Haseul’s feet at the base of the tree, and she beckons them to settle down and join her on the quilt.

Once Haseul wipes the dirt off of Kahei’s hands with a wet cloth, Aeongie lets Kahei do the same to her muddied face. Haseul then squirts some sanitizer onto each of their hands before removing the lids from their miniature feast.

Kahei laughs and claps. Aeongie squirms in her seat while Haseul reaches over to clasp her bib. She prepares a plate for both of them, and then fixes one for herself.

When everyone is served, they dig in. Both girls chug water from their bottles without needing to be reminded. Haseul pretends she doesn’t see Kahei sneaking bites of her dessert before having finished her greens.

Nearly done with their meals, Haseul bares a mischievous grin and spits a watermelon seed at Kahei, who giggles as it harmlessly pings off her forehead. Aeongie hurriedly munches down a slice, retaliating against Haseul with a brutal spray of seeds.

And so the war begins. Kahei and Aeongie double-team her as expected, but when Kahei slyly shoots a few seeds at Aeongie, the battle carries on just between the two sisters.

All the better for Haseul to start cleaning up. They’ve certainly lightened the load of the basket, and Haseul sings lightly to herself as she repackages the containers.

As the girls’ energy starts to wane, Aeongie flops over in the grass, wiggling to the tune of Haseul’s song and basking in the sunlight. Kahei, ever the attentive little deer, sits dutifully by her side and rubs Aeongie’s full tummy.

It’s what helps keep Aeongie calm as Haseul comes to take her bib. Their messy little kitten has always been a sticky eater, and today is no different. The bib is saturated red with watermelon juice, as are the sides of her mouth.

Haseul pours some water onto the unused end of the washcloth, sponging delicately at the sides of Aeongie’s mouth, and doing so quickly before she can protest.

With another hour left in their reservation, Haseul backs herself up to rest against the base of the tree. Kahei yawns and draws closer, laying her head down in Haseul’s lap with a contented sigh.

Aeongie quickly crawls to join the mix, worming her way into Kahei’s arms and kneading the ends of Haseul’s dress.

As the breathing of the girls gradually gives way to soft snores, a light croak catches Haseul’s attention. She looks to the river and hears another like it, and another, until the frogs at the water's edge are all serenading her efforts in a lovely, trilling mass.

[ian-galagher]

Hey Willow ! How are you? What's on your mind today?

When and how do you think Ian came out to Debbie Carl and Liam? Or maybe someone told them ? What do you think?

Happy new year!

ANON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hello I love you very much and I hope you're having a wonderful day 🧡

I still have to reply to your Christmas ask 😭 I started working out some thoughts and now I have a huge mess of notes... but it's coming!!

Here are my thoughts!

Debbie

Instinct. It hit her one day that she knew. She'd known for a while now, though she couldn't tell you when it had first started. She looked at Ian funnily all morning over breakfast.

"What?" he asked, handing her the milk but she shook her head. "Nothing." It all made sense now. Carl occasionally asked her to get a girl's number for him. Lip was more interested in lounging on a deckchair with a towel over his lap and survey his surroundings than take a dip in the pool on a hot day. Even Liam had innocent little crushes on his teacher, making drawings of her and wanting to give her flowers after school.

She'd never given it any thought that Ian wasn't like them. Or maybe he was exactly like them. She'd seen the way he'd been giving that dirty, rat faced Milkovich kid with the spiky hair massive puppy eyes lately, but she'd assumed it was some sort of weird idolization phase he was going through. It wasn't that at all.

No, Ian was heading into a full blown crush, that much she knew.

"Gross! I just hope they make full body condoms!"

The room fell silent. Heads turned in her direction. She sighed, "Never mind. Pass me a bowl?"

She didn't share his taste in men, that was for sure, but she kinda liked the idea of having a gay brother. At least gays had a taste in fashion and she could use that right now.

She held up the ribbons she'd been trying to decide over all morning. "Which one should I wear with this outfit?"

Ian paused his spoon midair, scrunching up his features. "How should I know? Go ask Fiona."

"Fiona's not here right now," Debbie said, her tone suggesting he better give her an answer. She held the ribbons to her hair. "So. White or yellow?"

"You got any blue?"

Her shoulders sacked. Maybe not all gays.

Lip started collecting empty bowls, throwing the spoons in the top bowl with a clang. "White if you want boys to notice you. Yellow if you just want to look pretty," he said, shooting her a smile on the way to the sink.

Delighted, Debbie threw the yellow ribbon down and turned in her seat to face her new best friend. "Hey Lip, what shoes do you think I should wear? Cause I was thinking my heels, but maybe the boots go better with this skirt? Except then I should probably change my socks, so maybe-"

Lip's eyes flew over the top of her head to find Ian. "Did you do that on purpose? Fuck! You set me up? You dick! Hey, come back here! I don't have time for this shit!"

Ian was out the door like a shot.

Carl

It's late one night and something boring is playing on the television. They're staring straight ahead, sharing a bag of Doritos and sipping beers. A pair of tits bounce on the screen and Carl nods. "Nice."

Ian doesn't say anything. The tits are spectacular, so Carl tears his eyes away from the screen to frown at his brother. "Not big enough for you?"

Ian shakes his head. "No, it's not that..."

"Too big?!" Carl can't believe there is such a thing. His eyes wander back to where the woman bends over to treat them to a magnificent view. They're fake of course, but who cares. "Shit, you like 'em flat?"

"No!"

"Natural?"

"No."

"So what then. Wrong hair color?"

"Not exactly."

On screen, the woman turns around.

"What about her ass?"

"She's got a great ass!"

"Oh, you're an ass guy huh?" Carl nods appreciatively, glad to have finally figured his brother out.

"Guess you could say that," Ian mumbles, taking a quick sip.

Carl cranes his neck when some dude steps into view, blocking what they can see of the woman. Sadly, he has no control over the camera, so they're stuck staring at some dude for a while.

He turns to Ian, wanting to grill him further on his taste in women when he stills. He looks at Ian, then back at the screen, and back at Ian. He's stopped breathing, the bottle of beer forgotten by his lips.

Carl frowns. He's close to something here. He may be slow, but he's not stupid, he can put one and one together. The dude's bending over, his ass tight in his jeans. The woman tilts her head the same way Ian does.

Oh.

"Bet this guy's cock's fucking fantastic, huh?" Carl comments. "Shame they don't ever show any of those on tv!"

"Right?! It's so unfair! Everything's always tits, tits, tits, all the time!"

Shit. He still doesn't have a fucking clue if Ian's not just some massive feminist or something. Better get this shit straight, so to speak.

"Hey man, are you gay or what?"

Ian brings the bottle of beer up, then pauses, his neck going a funny color. "Eh, yeah, guess I am."

"You guess? What, you don't know?"

"No, I think I know."

"So you're gay."

"Yeah."

Shit, an actual gay. Carl leans in close. He looks just like anyone else. It's a shame they got rid of those DNA samples after trying to find Liam's parents. It would've been interesting to know if it's detectable in his genes because if it's genetic, that could mean he too might be...

"Hey man, are we cool?" Ian asks, only a touch nervous.

"Yeah yeah," Carl says, unable to tear his eyes away. Would it be weird to ask for a bit of his hair for some experiments? No, never mind, he'll just take some samples later when he's asleep.

He leans in closer so he can lower his voice. "So how do you know? Is there like a test they make you take or can just anyone join?"

Ian's eyes grow large. He slams back the beer, nods once, and leaps up from the couch. "Aaaand goodnight."

"Wait," Carl calls after him. "I have more questions!"

But he's gone, already halfway up the stairs. Oh well. There's bound to be other guys he can ask the stuff he wants to know. Maybe that friend of Ian's knows some gays, the one who's been coming over for years now. His tattooed knuckles don't scare him off. Yeah, he'll ask him next time he's around.

Liam

"You're gay," Liam repeats, staring at his brother thoughtfully. Of course he is, he just said so himself. He's not sure why this is information he thought Liam needed to know, which is why he needs to analyze it meticulously. There must be something vital he's missing, yet he can't put his finger on it.

For days it's all he can think about. He'll find himself staring out a window thinking about his gay brother. Was the idea to make him question his own sexuality? Seems like an odd thing to do but then again Ian's an odd one.

The whole ordeal sees him lying wide awake at night, staring at the ceiling. Maybe Ian wanted him to set him up with someone. Except he already seemed pretty attached to that extremely dubious white boy that always hangs around.

He asks his friends at school for advice but they don't know either. One of them thinks it might've been a "coming out moment" and he should feel honored to have been chosen. He perks up at that, but disregards it later. This isn't the old days where people looked for validation. He loves Ian as he is and Ian knows that. Being gay was never going to change that.

It's a full week later when he finally walks up to Ian, having decided on a response for him. He tugs on his sleeve and announces he's ready to give his verdict on Ian being gay. Sternly he says, "That's cool man. I enjoy playing video games. "

It's a character trait, or a bit like a hobby. Ian was simply sharing something about his personality as a way for them to bond. He's proven right when Ian breaks into a wide smile and challenges to race him later. Liam opens up his arms and envelops Ian in a tight hug. That poor boy's going to lose big time and he has no idea.

Thank you Anon! This was so much fun to do! <3

[p0plotte]

Wanderer of The Stars

My Time - Bo En

Minori’s supposed to be the protag but i pnly introduced her here?!/!/ 😭😭..

—•—

Stood atop the school roof top was a girl in grade 7, brown strands of hair falling over her eyes. Her hands behind her back, fingers fiddling with the carefully crafted lovey-dovey envelope she had prepared just for this moment. It was different from the one she prepared the day before, which she had implanted in his locker. It was much more special.

Because if he actually showed up.. it meant he was worth the extra details.

She stared up to the heavens, the fluffy white clouds complimenting the sky which was painted in orange, pink and yellow hues.

Though, the sound of slow footsteps broke her from her trance. Like an eager child she was quick to turn.. and there he was.

She took a nervous step forward, looking the raventte up and down. He was perfect.. stunning, even.

Mysterious, yet beautiful. And as the sun began to set, he became her new light!..

-

Black. Pitch black darkness.

That is the color in which the world is coated in. Everything is patterned with black and white lines, greys filling in the blank spaces. Only a day ago the boy known as Asmodeus Rune, the misfit of the school, recieved a note.

One which left a red line through his vision ever since. One which showed him his destiny. His fate. And now, it guided him here. To the meeting point which the letter entailed.

Without a word, yet filled with hesitation, he reached a hand out to hers. Red, red is a girl.

Soon, his black lines overlapped with hers of red, and when together they would create a gradient. Something he’d never seen before.

When red and black meet, they form anew.

“You’re Meguri, aren’t you?”

“Mm! Meguri Haida, I’m in your science class.. I sit behind you.”

Caught off gaurd by the sudden touch her cheeks flared red. The brown haired girl turned her head to the side, gaze hitting the ground.

This far already with little to no words. Had he been paying as much attention to her as she had been to him? She could stare off into space at him for the entire period sometimes, watching as the boy fidgeted with his erasers or pins- drew random scribbles, bounced his knee rhythmically to whatever he had playing on his headphones.

Had he noticed those small things about her as well? Is that why he was able to hold her hands with no strings attached? No .. fear?

“You.. read my note, right?”

“Mm.”

Living his life in the dark, he had never seen this light before. Everyone around him prior to this was covered in the same sickening air, black scribbles feigned their identities from his view. No matter where he turned, he couldnt rely on a single person. Nobody was ever truly there.

Just.. scribbles.

Nothingness wrapped in a pretty bow called society.

“Meguri, will you follow my string of destiny with me?”

His gaze wandered to behind red. The string continued further on from her. Still hand in hand with red, he moved forward till his left hand rested on the railing to the edge of the rooftop.

And that’s where the string ended. Below, red scribbles covered the ground. That was his ending destination.

“You believe we’re soulmates, correct?”

“O-Of course! I wouldn’t have said so if I didnt..”

She gave the other a glance of confusion, grip on his hand tight. She was trusting him with her everything right now.

“Then we share the same fate.” The ravenette turned before holding his arms out like a bird, “Will you commit a double suicide with me, Meguri?”

“H..Huh?..”

She froze and watched as he moved behind her, body once again feeling warmth as he embraced her in a tight hug.

She was silent as he undid the buttons to her cartigan, gaze falling with the ribbon of her uniform.

“You showed me the way.. and it all ends here. We end here.. I dont know why.” He paused, “But I have to go through with it.. I need to know what comes afterwards, or if this is the end.”

His hands wandered from her chest to her hair, slowly he ran his fingers through it and undid the small pigtails which had been so carefully put up with heart pins beforehand.

He removed his shoes, hands now by his side.

“So what do you say, Meguri Haida?”

Saying nothing still, she slowly removed her shoes. Her breath had hitched in her throat. Everything was .. moving in slow motion. This.. couldnt be happening, yet it was. It was all too.. surreal..

But for some reason her body moved without thinking, and as he took her hands in his she simply accepted her fate.

“Goodnight.”

His body went limp, yet as their lines had once overlapped, they soon spread apart once more. He watched as the two grew further and further apart.

Even though she hadn’t gone through with it.. he.. wasn’t upset. More so curious. Was it not both of their fates to die there?

Was her red- somehow different?

Well, either way, in his final moments he savored it. Yes. Red is a girl, the sweet girl who sat behind him in a class of delinquents and cruelties.

The sweet girl who had changed her fate, or so that’s how he chose to see it.

His red.

——-•——-

The splatter and cracking noises which followed the tragedy still lingered in her mind. They were just.. kids!.. Junior High kids with crushes. Why would he do that?

Maybe she was in over her head asking him out when they’d barely talked, but to end his life right there and call it fate?

Was that.. truly what he wanted?

Was it her fault he ended his rope there?

“Idiot..!”

As she stared down from the very same rooftop during the hopeful twighlight, she clutched her side bag.

Now that she could finally face herself here without the feeling of needing to escape.. now she could finally move on. Find a future where he could be proud. Where everyone could be proud.

A future where she would save everyone.

—•—

[mulberrysilk]

iwa-chan discovering his crush is a cam girl gets chosen randomly to control her for a session, he chooses a machine and controls her as he watch and stroke himself on her squirming form from his monitor

Dirty Litte Secret

Iwaizumi Hajime x f!reader

tw:.camgirl +.soloplay + masturbation + use of adult toys

Characters are aged up.

words: 1.5k

a/n :Oof , I just 🥺😭 yes. This was hot omggg and I sorta got carried away and even made those fake texts thingies for extra spice

Everyone had a little dirty secret.

And this one was his.

One bored night with the need of release, he found himself on one of those websites, specifically the one were pretty girls communicated with their audience and touched themselves in front of them. It took him awhile to find one he liked, quite a while he thought his hard on was going to disappear but when he came across a specific one, where the voice was one that was so familiar, his breath hitched.

There was no way, he told himself. There was no way that same sweet soft spoken voice that he loved to hear on the daily could belong to the girl on the screen. The girl whose back was facing the camera, naked with only the cutest pair of thigh high stockings  with ribbons on the hem and hips sensually rolling on a dildo.

“Fuck...” Iwaizumi muttered, sitting up on his chair and leaning forward to have a better look at the cam girl that finally caught his eye. His eyes were wide and his pupils were blown with lust, his eyes drinking in the very much naked body of his crush.

He scoffed a little. Was this how you could afford to treat your friends to cafes? Was this how you could afford that pretty little satchel bag from Dior or pay for you tuition fees? Or were they gifts from the one thousand viewers or more who were also watching you ride a girthy pink dildo?

And when his trial minutes had expired, he immediately bought a subscription to your channel.

“Mhm...” you hummed with delight, your eyes glancing at your phone screen that lit up with the notification of a new subscriber. And when you threw your hair over one shoulder to give the camera up it side profile, Iwaizumi squeezed his cock, gliding up and down slowly to the same space your hips bounced on the dildo. “Thank you for the subscription.”

You leaned forward a little more, arching your back to give the audience a better view of your pussy split around the girth of the the lucky toy that disappeared in and out of your pussy, your slick coating the silicone.

And that was the beginning of his addiction to you whenever he sought for release. His go to pornogrpahic visuals to cum to.

Iwaizumi tipped you the most, even sent you gifts under his pen name. And when he saw you wearing the new lingerie set he bought for you in one of your streams and thanking him for the pretty fit that he knew you would like, he would already be palming himself in his sweats.

He wondered if his friends knew you did this on the side.

Their precious highschool friend now in college doing something so obscene and very much out of character from the sweet, spunky girl they knew, but to Iwaizumi this was a gem, a service that he never knew he needed.  

And today was one of his luckiest days, he had won the little competition to be able to choose the next toy you’d play with.

“So, he sent over the toy yesterday and I have to say, he surprised me,” you giggled, wearing the outfit he requested. An outfit that was similar to your highschool’s old uniform, but skimpier.

Your eyes looked directly at the camera as you smiled. It was as if you were really looking at him and only him, even when he was all the way in California.

“You’re real sneaky and smart to choose a toy that you can control from where you are. I’m excited and I promise to be a good girl,” you winked before giving a little strip tease, the comments going wild as you removed each piece of fabric til you were left in nothing but the short skirt and white thighs highs.

Iwaizumi groaned when you settled yourself on all fours, your little beige plaid skirt rising up to reveal your bare  ass, your cunt dripping with your slick having prepared and relaxed your body enough for him to play with. He knew this wasn’t the right way to fulfil the fantasies he had of you. You were just supposed to be a high school crush. Not an obsession or a thought when he daydreamed of having a relationship. Maybe he should’ve said something back then. Would he’d have a chance then?

Slowly, you pushed your hips back, biting your lip as the dildo connected to the machine split your lower lips  apart and slipped inside your walls, filling you up just as good as a real cock would...expect it lacked that human warmth. Nonetheless, it was good.

Iwaizumi gripped his cock in one hand and the other held the remote that would control the machine on his end, he imagined it was him that you were sinking your pretty pink cunt on.

A little surprised yelp slipped past your lips when he pressed the button to start it up, the machine coming to life and beginning to slowly thrust in and out of you. You whined at the feeling, thanking your follower silently at his gift and idea. It almost felt like the real deal. It made you try to remember the last time you have had hooked up with anyone, and with the cam girl persona you took up when you started college to pay for the bills, you really didn’t look for a hook up.

Iwaizumi on the other end, eyes on your glistening core, dialled the machine a little higher, the speed increasing causing a beautiful moan to vibrate through your vocal cords.

It was slightly embarrassing to be dripping this wet but you knew your viewers found your arousal enticing, and with  the specific follower who has been spoiling you lately who somehow knew all the things you like but was very respectful, you didn’t want to disappoint. And you couldn’t shake the feeling of familiarity with their letters and gifts. 

Was it Makki? Mattsun? Oikawa? They were bound to catch on cause if one found out, they’d tell the other.Before the name of the next friend could cross your mind, the cock inside you sped up. Your plush walls were squeezing around its girth and the bulbous tip easily rammed into your sweet spot, your cunt creaming all over the toy.

“Fuck,” you moaned, your head pressed into the pillow, your rear up for your paying audience to see.

Iwaizumi groaned. The sight of the white creamy ring at the base of the toy made him all sort of jealous. That should be his cock instead. It should be him pounding into you til your nothing but a babbling mess. He had half the mind to book a ticket this very weekend to just see you and spill. Confess that he’s been in love with you, tell you it’s been him sending you gifts and in a way, supporting you financially.

But the reality was he was here in California and you were over there.

Little did Iwaizumi know, whenever you’d touch yourself or stuff your cunt with either your fingers or a toy, you would think it was him. That it was him filling you up, thrusting in and out of your sloppy pussy. That it was him making you feel good.

“G-gonna cum,” you repeated in hushed,broken moans and Iwaizumi grunted, speeding up his strokes on his painfully hard cock, pressure building up in the base of his spine.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he groaned. He really wished it was him instead of the machine. Hell, he would fuck you on cam if you asked him too. He’d show the fucking world how you should be fucked right and how needy you’d be for his cock. 

And when you finally came, legs trembling and moans turning into whiny, he made sure to slow down the machine, the cock sliding in and out of you slowly to ride out your orgasm as his own release spilled over his own hand fingers. He wished it was on you instead, wished your skin was painted white with his cum and even better if it was inside of you. What he’d give to have his load leak out your abused cunny.

Coming down from your high, your eyes glazed over the screen, tips and more tips being donated by the second as you caught your breath, lying down on the bed legs folded over each other in your skimpy little rendition of your old school uniform.

Iwaizumi wished he was there to care for you, help you feel better after the toll of your activities and hold you in his arms.

“Thank you for all your sweet tips everyone,” you smiled gently at the camera, Iwaizumi knowing how that smile would tug at the hearts of men and hook them you, like you do him. You answered a few questions before thanking the audience again and shooting them a wink before logging off.

Iwaizumi glanced at his phone, a message in yours and his friends groupchat.

*this is my first time doing these chat thingies AFSGAHS I hope it works lmao*

[bokuroskitten]

Daddy kink Draken who's little girlfriend gets him some cute silly litte gift for his birthday like matching sanrio keychains 😭❤️ I love him so much

Hiii nonnie this was from yesterday I know but I loved it so much that I wanted to answer it! This is also one of my fav headcanons cause I love LOVE collecting dumb little trinkets for my partners 😭 Kenny doesn’t know what to do them all, half the time he do be staring at them blankly like “what in the WORLD am I gunna do with this—“ but it’s different on his bday, cause he knows just how excited you are to give it to him 🥺

Once the two of you have finished up the birthday dinner you ordered for him, as well as the cake you settle into the couch with each other. He can practically feel you vibrating with excitement and he can’t keep the grin from twitching onto his lips as he looks over to you, the hand that was once resting along the back of the couch now smoothing over your hair.

“Alright lil love, go get that present you’ve been dyin to give me.” He puffed out a laugh when you squealed in response, prancing off to retrieve the gift you’ve been literally dying to give him all day. Draken wasn’t really into gifts, not for himself anyway. But seeing the excitement shine in your eyes as you so delicately held the pretty wrapped box in your hands, the way you bit your lip as you slid to straddle one of his thighs.

It was just too cute to handle.

“It’s nothin big, promise daddy!” You reassure him as he eyes up the bag, that usual sternness he holds in his gaze fading away to fondness as he takes a good look at the box. Of course you wrapped it up nice and pretty for him, even drew little hearts all over the wrapping, the biggest one sitting beside his name. Keeps one hand on your low back to rub gentle circles into it as he slowly tugs away at the ribbon.

“What is it then?” He muses playfully, a laugh threatening to bubble up past his lips when you pout at him. “You’re about to open it! See for yourself daddy!” When you hold the box closer to his face after the ribbons been removed he finally lets himself laugh, pressing a kiss to your forehead in hopes to calm you down. “Alright alright, m’goin…”

He lifts the lid, brows starting to furrow a bit from the brightly coloured tissue paper that covers the contents of the box. You’re rambling about how he needs to ‘hurry up please’ and ‘oh you’re gunna love it!’ as he moves the paper aside. His thick fingers are met with cold metal, and his initial thought is that maybe you’ve bought him a new chain, which certainly isn’t a small gift. “Baby, what did I tell you about—“

But once he’s pulled the gift completely free from the box he realizes his guess his completely wrong. Instead he’s met with the sight of two hello kitty charms dangling in front of him. They’re the same, it’s hello kitty herself and her boyfriend Daniel (yes, he knew that because of you, though he’d never admit that to a soul) riding together on a moped. When he looks close enough, he notices that you’ve done your best to paint the same twin dragon across the side that’s tattooed on his head, as well as painted on his motorcycle.

“They didn’t have one riding a motorcycle, so this was the closet thing!” You’re so excited you’re giggling through your words, quick to grab at your phone on the coffee table before holding it up with a large grin. “We can put them on our phones and match!! Happy birthday daddy~!”

Typically Ken would question your little gifts, sometimes even going as far as telling you as gently as possible that he didn’t need them. But right now, seeing how excited you were, how much effort you put into finding something that yea, was maybe much more your style, but reminded you of him? Plus, the way you were bouncing on his thigh so much that your skirt was bunching up? (This was an added bonus, of course.)

A smile curled on his lips, and before you could get another giddy word in he cupped the back of your neck, bringing you in for a kiss. You sighed into his mouth, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as the embrace deepened. He pulled away just enough to speak, lips pressing feather like kisses to your pretty glossed lips between each word. “They’re perfect baby, you’re so good t’me. Thank you..” He nuzzled his nose up against yours just to hear you giggle, before he brought the cute lil charms in front of your face again. “Can you put it on daddy’s phone f’me? Then we can take a picture with them on in the mirror, Kay?”

Draken Birthday Party Masterlist. 💛