#chibi Jean… baby boy

[emry-stars-art]

Prompt: Jean in a hoodie 🙏🙏🙏

Okay I give. Art prompt, let him sleep

[yanderepuck]

Remember that post I made like 3 years ago now about their fang lengths???

Well I decided to hyperfixate on their fangs and draw them. Also pay no attention to what the rest of the teeth look like, this is only for fangs.

Also idk if you can read my notes so I'll add them below cut

Napoleon: basically just longer canines.

Mozart: average length, skinny, not a super sharp point, straight

Leonardo: long and curved. Purebloods have retractable double fangs. Never had his fangs out

Vincent: chunky and chibi. Baby fangs

Theo: set of fangs on top and bottom, slightly curved. Most confusing set. Lessers should only have a top set.

Arthur: chunky and chibi but not baby fangs

Isaac: extra sharp, super long, straight

Dazai: chunky, super sharp

Jean: super long, fairly sharp, straight

Shakespeare: average length, super sharp

Comte: long, very slight curve. Purebloods have retractable double fangs. Keep them out at home, retract them when out.

Vlad: average length, not overly sharp, straight. Purebloods have retractable double fangs. Always has them out.

Faust: longer and sharper canines, slightly curved

Charles: extra long, peaks out past his lip, fairly sharp, straight

Drake: shorter double fangs, not as sharp, slightly curved. Dhampires have double fangs like purebloods, non retractable and shorter.

Galileo: shorter double fangs, fairly sharp, straight. Dhampires have double fangs like purebloods, non retractable and shorter

Obviously Sebastian doesn't have fangs but I'd place him somewhere around Napoleon and Vincent

Please ask me questions about their fangs. I'd love to talk about fangs

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[shih-coulda-had-it]

FEBUWHUMP | KILLING IN SELF-DEFENSE | WC: 999

a/n: Set in that AU where Sorahiko (Prime Torino) time-travels to AFO and Yoichi's childhood and manages with his B+ parenting skills. TW for ableist language (used in context of this being a very anti-Quirk era) and, well, Sorahiko knifing the guy.

//

If it had been Nana or Toshinori in this position, Sorahiko muses, they would have had a tougher time getting accustomed to the sheer brutality of the era. Their present isn’t perfect, but they at least have the economy and government in working order. This is just chaos, through and through.

People lie, cheat, and steal to make it through the day, and Sorahiko genuinely has no idea how the country’s still managing an influx of goods when it seems like the world is too busy imploding to maintain a trade network.

Not his problem.

He’s got two children to mind. Food and shelter, that’s what he promised them, and he aims to deliver. The latter is a broken-down residential building, empty of any permanent legal inhabitants because of the roaming mobs and people like Sorahiko (squatters).

And as for the former, well. Sorahiko’s working on it.

“You kids want to go to the countryside?” he asks idly. Against his better judgment, he’s had to let them follow him outside the building, because the probability of Chibi-AFO taking his absence as permission to run away is much, much higher than zero. Sorahiko carries the smaller boy on his hip, and Chibi-AFO has the dubious honor of sitting on his shoulders. 

He left the uniform at home, opting for a beat-up denim jacket over his black turtleneck, jeans, and sneakers. The boys have been scrubbed clean(ish), and dressed in better clothes (though when Chibi-AFO’s base standard is a repurposed garbage bag, anything is a massive improvement).

Wandering down a street in broad daylight would have had them clocked as a family. Sorahiko uncomfortably represses the weird twist of his gut, in favor of being grateful that it’s the dead of night, as they are looking for a convenience store to rob.

“What’s that?” the smaller boy asks.

“The countryside? It’s outside the city. Quiet, if you don’t count the bugs, but pretty boring after a while. Lots of green. Probably better food.”

“No,” Chibi-AFO mutters into his hair. “Don’t wanna go.”

He sighs. Part of him--the city boy who much preferred streets of asphalt and plenty of high buildings--agrees with the toddler. The rest of him thinks that Chibi-AFO is simply being contrary. 

Ever since they discovered that Sorahiko can’t be affected by his Quirk-stealing power (it was a downright relief to know that Jet wouldn’t disappear in the middle of the night; it was absolutely hilarious to see Chibi-AFO’s face as his last murder attempt failed to spear Sorahiko’s shin, bouncing off like the black energy was made of rubber), Chibi-AFO’s been pouty and prone to temper tantrums. The smaller boy is awed to see Sorahiko survive every time.

“It’s nicer in the summer,” he says.

“Why?”

Sorahiko considers his memories of going to his grandparents’ house as a child. The backyard garden, the forest surrounding the mountain village, the many terrifyingly large bugs that found cozy homes in his blankets… He clears his throat. “Because it’s worse in the winter.”

“That’s not an answer!”

“Well, what do you know,” Sorahiko drawls, hitching the smaller boy a little higher. “You’re just a baby. I know a lot more than you.”

The specifics of what the boys seemed to know and understand about the world, their life, or even each other remains a total mystery to Sorahiko. They haven’t given him names yet, and he’s not inclined to do anything like renaming them. They don’t know how old they are, and they don’t know the name of the city they were wandering in. They can’t read, and they certainly don’t know how to write.

Chibi-AFO digs his tiny gremlin fingers into Sorahiko’s hair. “Not babies,” he mutters, and Sorahiko is about to jostle the kid when, of all the times and places, a man staggers out of an alley ahead, spots them, and brandishes a familiar whistle.

“Metas,” he snarls.

Sorahiko makes several rapid calculations. The man is sober, not drunk. That means Sorahiko can’t rely on inflicting a simple head concussion to compound any memory issues. Chibi-AFO is tense on his shoulders, and the smaller boy has instinctively made himself smaller, even as he clutches one of his brother’s ankles.

“Move even once,” he hears himself snarl back, “and I’ll make sure it’s your last. We’re just on a walk.”

“Diseased freaks shouldn’t be allowed out of the quarantine zones,” the man says, and he pulls out a knife too. Then, like a true fanatic, he goes to blow the whistle in order to flag a squad of Meta X-ers to gather.

Sorahiko crouches down and pries the smaller boy’s clinging hands off, wrenches Chibi-AFO off along with his jacket. The shrill call of the whistle sings in the previously quiet night; Sorahiko catches both boys in the jacket and squeezes their shoulders, stares hard at them.

“This’ll be quick,” he promises, and whips around at the sound of rubber soles hitting asphalt.

Knife raised. The man is mid-lunge. Sorahiko pounces with a burst of Jet, tackles him back, wrestling the knife out of the now desperate grip. The man writhes under him, like he’s just realized that he’s picked a fight against a Meta with teeth. Insults spill out of the man’s mouth, filthy enough that Sorahiko sees red when he takes the wooden handle and pins his opponent to the ground by the throat.

How many Meta X-ers are in the area? Does Sorahiko have enough time to smash and grab a few containers of instant noodles before they need to flee to the roofs? Why are people so stupid--

“White hair,” the man wheezes, and Sorahiko redoubles his grip on the knife. He wishes the man would just shut up and preserve his own life. He wishes he hadn’t brought the boys along. “White hair, light eyes, two kids. White hair… light eyes… two kids…!”

Sorahiko plunges the knife down, and hears the man manage one more, “Monster!” before sharpened steel pierces flesh and bone.

[msweebyness]

Theater Kids At Pride

And here it is! The last part of the saga! Enjoy, the theater kids are ready for Pride! @artzychic27 @imsparky2002

Recess

Science

Akuma

Missy: The ACE Shark Warrior🦈

She/Her, AroAce

Proudly showing off her shark teeth to the world, uses them to freak out protestors

Cosplays as Sharkboy and has learned the entire “Dream Dance”

Shark buddies with Austin Q, and they geek out together

Takes the time to patch up people who get hurt dealing with protestors. She has bandages and wraps in the colors of various Pride Flags

Everyone calls her “The Battle Nurse”

She’s beaten up too many attempted drink-druggers to count, she can see the signs from a mile away

Wears her ACE flag around her head like a bandana

Has led ‘raids’ on protestor groups

Jesse: Protect The Baby at All Costs!👶🏽

He/Him, Bisexual

This precious shy boy comes out of his shell during Pride, and it’s glorious

He lets Eri do his makeup and he looks absolutely gorgeous, has everybody simping. He always paints Bi Flag Hearts on his cheeks

Is Adrien’s brother in constantly getting distracted by things and wandering off. It sends the other 2/3 of the Broadway Baby Trio into a panic every time

Mylene: HE WAS JUST NEXT TO ME! WHERE THE HELL DID HE GO?!/Jean: I TOLD YOU NOT TO LOOK AWAY FROM HIM AROUND THE SPARKLY STUFF! HE HAS NO IMPULSE CONTROL!

Will get up on stage and belt a Broadway tune on a moment’s notice. People are shook by how powerful this boy’s voice is

Will occasionally cosplay as his favorite characters, he stunned everyone with an amazing Fizzarolli cosplay. (He even sang 2 Minutes Notice!)

Can occasionally convince Anthony to sing with him, and it’s amazing

Ayesha: The Pansexual Sunbeam☀️

She/Her, Pansexual

Dresses like a walking Pan flag, Marinette made her a bedazzled cape

She carries around WAY too much glitter, she becomes a walking disco ball

Her anthems are “The Smile Song” and “Raining Sunshine”

Endless hugs for the kids who had to sneak out of their houses, she’s adopted 12 at this point

Always leaves the parade with at least three dates lined up, people just can’t resist her

Eating ALL the Skittles. They’re the gayest candy.

Makes Chibi animatics of all her friends at Pride, they’re adorable

Everybody is hot, so she’s constantly simping

Dot: I Made the Schedule, and We Will (Maybe) Follow It!⏱️

She/Her, Demiromantic Bisexual

Wears a Bisexual pin on her lapel, and ties her hair back with a demiromantic flag. She keeps it professional

This girl can rock a brightly colored pantsuit

Promoted to parent friend since Candace and Soo-Yeon are off duty. Everyone has their GPS on!

This close to buying one of those rope-handhold chains for kindergartners

Unintentionally making all the girls simp because she’s so tall and gorgeous

Has bags full of healthy snacks that she knows each of her classmates like. They still need to keep up their nutrition

Somehow knows what everyone is up to and keeps them from getting in trouble

Petra: Let’s Paint The Town Gay🎨

She/They, Demigirl, Aromantic Pansexual

How can one human being wear so many colors?

Does a caricature booth every year, and is insanely popular

Occasionally helps Nath at his facepainting booth

Gives out rainbow bead necklaces and bracelets because they have an endless supply

Has been going to Pride with her dads since birth, and fell in love with it

Paints Pride murals for various businesses throughout the month

Will throw glitter paint at protesters if they won’t shut up

Is an absolutely amazing wingwoman and can get you a date in minutes

Anais: The Mad ScientACE🧪

She/They/It, Demigirlflux, AroAce

Makes smoke bombs that explode in the colors of different Pride flags

Hair died in AroAce colors, sticking out in all directions

Cosplays as Mad Scientists from various forms of media, especially anime. Dr. Franken Stein was a favorite!

Goes completely nuts, this is the one time of the year they don’t burden themselves with what her mom thinks

Supplies all the energy drinks, no one knows where it found ones with THAT much caffeine

Will go full LGBTQIA scientist on any ignorant protesters who are stupid enough to approach her

Roxie: The Asskicking Theyby We Should All Fear👊🏼

They/Them, Pansexual

Has knuckledusters in the colors of the pansexual and nonbinary flags and is not afraid to use them

Gets into fistfights with violent protesters daily, and sends them running away with their asses thoroughly kicked

Gets so flustered whenever someone flirts with them, because why does this happen so often?

Has too many shirts that threaten TERFs to count. Some people say they can turn one to stone with a glare

Can and will benchpress anything

Once vandalized a protester’s car after they tried to assault a trans boy, nobody ever figured out it was them

Has been adopted by the Dykes on Bikes

Anthony: The Shadow of Gayness🌑

He/Him, Gay, Demon of the shadows

Scaring the everloving shit out of protesters with a single stare

Still decked out in black, but he’ll add a rainbow scarf, and some colorful makeup

Simps so hard over his boyfriend singing

Will deck anyone who looks at Jesse the wrong way

When protesters accuse him of being a ‘Satanist’, he responds “Yes, and?”

Will carry his boyfriend at any opportunity

His anthem is anything Evanescence

Writes super morbid and gay poetry, the goth drag queens have claimed him as their own

Eri: The Witch You Could Not Burn🔥

She/Her Polyromantic Pansexual, Witch

Decked out in a full gothic ballgown accented by Pan flags wherever possible, including a full on velvet cloak of one

Does the class’ makeup, and everyone absolutely slays

Reenacts famous scenes from gothic theater, the Drag Queens adore this girl

Has called down hexes on protesters, who swore they actually heard thunder…and some of their houseplants died

Fog also appears around her out of nowhere, as do cats. She might actually be a witch

Adopting all the lil goth pride kids, she has an army now

Every once in a while, she’ll pull a Shining twins act with Anthony to scare some people

Knows any and all Hex Girls songs by heart and will sing them if she so pleases

She’s cosplayed as each member

Candace: Mom-Friend off Duty, return all kids to Dad-Friend📣

She/Her, Heteroromantic Asexual

The one time of the year she’s not the responsible one, and she’s making it everyone’s problem.

Has pompoms, hair ribbons, and face paint in the ACE flag colors.

Death drops and round-offs are ✨flawless✨

Brings a megaphone and makes up cheers to taunt protesters

Candace: 2, 4, 6, 8, only pricks and douchebags hate! 4, 3, 2, 1! Your wife is here, she’s having fun! GOOOOO, fuck yourselves!

The Drag Queens have unofficially adopted her

She will buy you a binder no matter the cost. She’ll buy anything within reason for you, really.

Eats WAY too much cake and drinks WAY too much soda

Soo-Yeon: Nope, Dad on break, too. Kids, go find the babysitter!🏀

He/Him, Biromantic Asexual

Proudly wearing a Jason Collins jersey, signed by the man himself

Victoria is willing to pay him for just the opportunity to touch it

Has a basketball in ACE flag colors, and has a TikTok account of him doing trick shots

He has over 3k followers

Drinking all the OJ, he loves that shit

Looming ominously over protesters

Will carry you on his shoulders so you can see the floats

Has cussed out a TERF in furious Korean, and thrown a perfectly aimed basketball at their head

Margo: There’s Enough Love for Everybody!💞

She/Her, Lesbian, Polyamorous

WILL wear her lesbian flag sweater no matter how hot it is

Passes out hand-knitted scarves in the colors of various Pride flags

Can hold multiple people on her shoulders at once, Reshma and Lacey both simp

Part of the Disney Princess Cosplay Squad, she blew everyone away with Elsa

Can throw a protester out the club while never losing the same happy smile

Has a DIY crafts channel where she makes Pride accessories, she has over 5k followers.

Gives possibly the warmest hugs in the entire world, open to anyone who asks

Staci: The Sane One…Until Caffeine😈

She/Her, Trans Girl, AroAce

Relatively calm and stable…until she downs about four of Anais’ energy drinks

She becomes Ismael’s sister in the Trans forces of chaos

She sneaks onto at least five floats, and pelts protesters with water balloons from a high vantage point

An absolute menace in the glitter wars, no one is safe

Has stolen TERFs’ car keys and will do it again if she feels like it

Hugging all the trans kids that had to sneak out. She’s TP’d a few homophobic parents’ houses

Parker: Troops, We March At Dawn!🪖

She/Her, Demiromantic and Demisexual

Whipping out all her self-defense and combat training on unruly protesters. She is now universally feared

Demi Flag colored camo all day every day

Brings her three massive dogs, Chief, Sarge and Boone, with Pride flag camo bandanas, and everyone fusses over them

No one on the planet can beat her in a push-up contest. No one

Teaches self defense to the kids at Pride. Everyone should know how to fight back

Mini glitter grenades. Don’t ask where she got them

Brecken: The Queerest Cowboy in the West🤠

He/Him, Bisexual

Making an impossible number of people simp with his accent

His cowboy hat is the colors of the bisexual flag, as are his cowboy boots and oversized belt buckle

Has lassoed some asshole protestors before and will do it again

Also has everybody simping over his muscles, he tears his sleeves every year

Will carry (or benchpress) anyone if they ask

Simping so hard over his GF, tells anyone and everyone he’s dating her

Has done drag, absolutely slayed

Has also been coming to Pride since birth, with his moms

Nearly died of happiness when someone brought a mechanical bull

Hugs for everybody, all you need to do is ask

Aggie: Lesbian William Wallace⚔️

She/Her, Sword/any weapon really Lesbian

Aggie: They may take my life…BUT THEY WILL NEVER TAKE MY LOVE FOR WOMEN!

Paints her face Highland Warrior style with the colors of the lesbian flag

Cusses out protestors in Gaelic and chases them with her club (Don’t ask where she got an actual club)

Wowing crowds and making people simp with skateboard stunts that defy the laws of physics

Gets into a parkour competition with at least four other people

Once brought a picture of her uncle and brought home at least twelve new numbers for him. It’s actually how Rohan met his boyfriend.

Also making people simp with her accent

Merida is her queen and you know she’s done the cosplay, complete with a giant stuffed bear

Simps every time a tall and pretty girl walks by

Mona: The Knight Who Says “Gaaaay!”🛡️

She/They, Demigirl, Pansexual

Lets her closet medieval obsession come out full force

Comes out in a full suit of armor with a Pan flag cape, and chases protestors in their wheelchair with a lance

Dropping Monty Python quotes left and right

Makes video compilations of all her friends at Pride every year

‘Accidentally’ running over TERF’s feet with her wheels

Thinks it’s the cutest when little kids ask them questions about the chair

Constantly getting lost because she zoned out or was busy daydreaming

Cosplaying as gay movie icons

Evie: The Bisexual Siren We All Want but Can’t Have🎤

She/Her, Bisexual

Belting out gay power ballads with the voice of an angel and the confidence of Lady Gaga

People seriously cry when this girl sings and she’s been offered and asked to do countless gigs and shows

Every year she wears a bejeweled Jalisco dress in the colors of the Bi flag, of course with a matching parasol, which she uses to fend off protestors

When she’s not slapping them with her gloves

No one messes with her man. If anyone tries to hit on Brecken, she will walk right up and kiss him. And won’t stop until they leave

Cusses out protesters in the calmest but most vicious Spanish ever, never once losing her composure no matter how pissed she is

Can flamenco in six inch heels, like an absolute queen

Turning people down left and right, but really nice about it…provided they’re respectful

Eloise: It All Adds Up to Queer🧮

She/Her, Biromantic Asexual

Whipping out statistics on idiot protesters like it’s no one’s business

Gets into a fierce Just Dance competition every year, and always wins

Cosplays as video game characters, especially anything from Kingdom Hearts

Usually has a bag full of gaming consoles, in case she gets overwhelmed

Always wearing a shirt with an LGBTQIA math pun, she owns more than she probably should

Is shockingly savage with people who get on her nerves

Makes sure her friends don’t go over budget

BONUS!!! Ondine: Your Buff Bisexual Mermaid Dream Come True🧜🏼‍♀️

She/Her, Bisexual

Winner of too many muscle flexing competitions to count

Woe to anyone who tries to arm wrestle this girl

Constantly making girls swoon by lifting heavy stuff

Will carry anyone if it looks like they’re tired

Slaying on the arms of her boyfriend and Queer Platonic Partner. (She and Kim take turns carrying Max bridal style)

Once cosplayed as Ariel, and six people fainted

The Cult of the Buff Mermaid Goddess may or may not exist

If any protester tries to touch her, they get thrown across the road

Has an amazing voice, and will belt out a Disney song if she so chooses

People would die just to be hugged by her

Hope you enjoyed the wonderful gayness! Leave your thoughts in the comments and reblogs!

[shadow0haven]

I have doodled... the boy (Eiji Hara). Did a little redraw of an old chibi I did of him in high school to see if I still am attached to him... baby......

ID under cut

[ID: An off white background with a young man depicted in chibi-like style standing in front. He has pale skin, bright gold eyes, short black hair that frames his face and black fox ears and two fox tails dotted with light blue spots. Eiji is smiling and looking at the camera. He wears a custom shirt that is black with blue and white trim, a high collar, three clasps, and jeans with black shoes on his feet. A small fox emoji is drawn next to him with his hair and eye colors. The artist logo is at his feet: Shadow0Haven date 01/23/2024. /End ID]

[sunnydaleherald]

The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Sunday, September 8th

ANGEL: What you did to me was unbelievable, Connor. But then I got stuck in a hell dimension by my girlfriend one time for a hundred years, so a few months under the ocean actually gave me perspective. Kind of a M. C. Esher perspective. But I did get time to think. About us, about the world. Nothing in the world is the way it ought to be. It's harsh, and cruel. But that's why there's us. Champions. It doesn't matter where we come from, what we've done or suffered, or even if we make a difference. We live as though the world were as it should be, to show it what it can be. You're not a part of that yet. I hope you will be. I love you, Connor. Now get out of my house.

~~Deep Down~~

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[demon-and-genshin-men-slvt]

1: chibi enmu pressed against the screen.

2: I’m cursed so maybe both!

3: I do but they’re close to my irl name so I’ll say my other ones! Shitbag, little shit, sometimes lawnmower.

4: I’m not really sure- I know that I listened to lemon boy recently on a Gorou playlist!

5: nope! But I wrote a small spooky story once which isn’t on here!

6: the biggest no 💙

7: mhm! I don’t remember the last time I cleaned them but they don’t hurt!

8: I’m not sure but maybe if they trust you enough or something else-

9: maybe chocolate chip? Or a digestive biscuit that has chocolate on the top! :breathes in 50% british:

10: I would say I’m both but I sometimes get a bit scared when I’m with a cat incase the little baby shit bites me 💙

11: headphones! It feels weird when you gotta either force it in or tuck it in.

12: :intense thinking: I don’t remember!

13: maybe that the mantis shrimp is able to break a human finger and rocks while being 4 inches or smth.

14: night owl! Definitely! I think-

15: either my bed or the couch!

16: mhm! Pansexual.

17: clingy sleepy lawnmower.

18: sweatpants, sleepable 👍🏻

19: don’t go to Starbucks often but I go to Costa sometimes!

20: idk- green? Since my dad said it’s bad luck, leprechauns being opposite-

21: my N plush and a red old jacket I have!

22: tea with sugar!

23: I think mine was the velociraptor or the trex!

24: idk actually- I might check after I get this done!

25: what does that mean exactly?

26: not sure what that means but maybe casual soft? Idk-

27: I don’t exactly have one but I plan on selling my art work on a stall like someone selling lemonade!

28: single but in a platonic marriage with two of my friends, but I will keep being horny!

29: red old jacket with random shirt and jeans with either short platforms or just random ass shoes!

30: definitely not We Don’t Talk About Bruno- then there’s Down Down Down Down Dow-

31: dirty blonde! But my opinion a tad brown.

32: sometimes!

33: nope!

34: that I looked cute!

35: not sure-

holy shit this is a lot-

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💙 Relationship status?

🌿 Describe your favorite outfit.

🎤 Is there a song you know all the lyrics to?

🤎 What color is your hair?

💌 Do you talk to yourself?

💄 Do you wear makeup?

🌸 Best compliment you ever received?

💞 @ your favorite blog.

Reblogs are appreciated!

[beclynn-herondale]

The roommates

(p.s. they are usually lively but can be the most angsty babies.)

A fun fact about Céline: she makes the best cookies. Michael and Luke refuse to eat any other cookies but hers. Céline was surprised because no one had ever enjoyed her baked goods before. She makes the boys cookies often.

-

“Healing is such an ugly thing. They never tell you how painful it is, how angry you'll be, or how you'll like there wishing for it all to go away. The mixed emotions that combat inside you. The lost years you'll never get back. But you just keep going, anyway. Healing is not as beautiful as they make it out to be. My heart is tired and it hurts.” - Céline

A fun fact about Michael: he's an excellent cook. He spoils his friends with good food. "I put love and soul into my food." he says. If only Robert realized all that free food wasn't just him "being nice" Lightwood men, am I right?

-

“I watch him be oblivious to how I feel, and I say 'It'd okey.' But it's not okay. How can someone be so blind to something so obvious, unless they know and just don't care. Or maybe he's just an idiot. I don't know why I continue to love someone like him. I know I deserve better, but I just love him. Maybe I'm the coward for not coming out and saying it.” - Michael

A fun fact about Luke: he plagiarizes the things his friends say and puts them into his stories. Poor Michael will never live down do many things he said. Céline is careful about what she says. And poor Luke is just a struggling writer, the mutual feeling is real.

-

“It's a constant battle between wanting someone and knowing you can't have them, because if you ever made a move on them you'd be betraying your best friend. And so you lay there in your own heartache. And I feel left behind, but she was never really mine to begin with. So, what right do I have to be hurt?” - Luke

The lone wolf (kinda)

She just does her own thing.

A fun fact about Amatis: she lives in New York, she moved there after she turned eighteen. Wanting to finally live her life for herself. She's journalist there. Her and Luke often talk about writing together.

-

“I raised my brother all on my own, I was only a child then myself. But I had to do it. And if you're asking me if running away the second I turned eighteen was selfish of me? No. I don't think it was. I wanted to finally live my life. I never got to live my childhood, I wasn't gonna let my adult years slip through my fingers just the same. Luke will understand one day, if he doesn't already. He knows how much I love him. And he knows I needed to be free.” - Amatis

The Herondale cousins

They hate each, but they love each other. does that make sense? (Yes they grew up together in this au. And yes Rosemary puts Stephen in his place a lot.)

A fun fact about Rosemary: she wants to travel all over the place and learn new things about other people. She just wants someone to do it with her. Sadly no one wants to go on a travel adventure with her. at least, not yet.

-

“We're all a product of the environment we were raised in. My cousin is a prime example of that. I'm a product of my own. And at the end of the day, we have to ask ourselves who we truly want to be. That takes letting go, but most of us don't have the strength to let go entirely. Because we're afraid. we're afraid that if we let it go we'll lose the one thing we truly know. And being lost terrifies people. I wish to be lost.”

A fun fact about Stephen: when he was little he wanted to be in a band. He loves music that much. He also makes quilts often and donates them but you didn't hear that from me, he prefers to be seen as a badboy. (p.s. don't tell Imogen.)

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“My parents made it impossible to ever be fully honest with them. In their attempt to raise an overachieving son, they raised a liar who dreams of getting away from them. All my life I've longed for the day I finally moved out. And even when moved out I still was held captive by their expectations. Why do you think my mother took the position here? So she could keep an eye on me. Make sure I'm not messing up.”

(art by Cassandra Jean, I used the ones who had art cause I liked the way it looks.) (characters belong to Cassandra Clare, I'm just using them in my story and adding to them.)

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[aedan-mills]

OKAY, I had to do this:

Dead Poets play Genshin Impact and who they Main

Neil: Jean, Xiangling, Xingqui, and Bennet

- He has the WORST 5 star luck, literally only gets 4 stars or JEAN (his Jean is c3)

- Loves playing Co-op, especially to help Todd Grind for materials

- The moment he got Qiqi, he felt bad that he had to take out Jean if he needed her on the team, so he puts Qiqi on his spare party (because he got attached to Jean)

- Really wants Venti and Zhongli on his team, he cries about it all the time

- Also Mains Razor, Chongyun (when he plays with Todd), Beidou, and Kaeya

- Type of guy to do single pulls everyday (doesn't really save up a lot UNLESS he knows who he wants in a banner)

- He likes to try imitating the voices of the characters randomly

Todd: Xingqui, Chongyun, Mona, Diluc

- everyone is jealous he has a Diluc

- he doesn't know how to build Diluc but he's happy Diluc can do 3k hits

- He mains Xingqui more because he feels like they're similar

- He always has Chongyun with him because they're bffs

- Todd hates doing domains or bosses alone (especially Wolf and Oceanid) so he asks Neil to help him with his bennet

- Todd also got Zhongli and Venti but he doesn't wanna tell that to Neil

- He rarely pulls so he has 4k primos just rotting away

- REALLY invested in the story/lore <3

- Takes a lot of time with his Tea pot <3 (named on of his dogs Neil)

Charlie: Eula, Lisa, Ningguang, Beidou

- His team is more "aesthetics" than practical

- HE ALWAYS MAKES LISA CLIMB, even if he loses energy a lot

- Really enjoys beating up bosses, since he has a C5 nigguang built his Eula's PHYS DMG so high, he's a one hit kind of guy

- ALWAYS IN MORA-HELL somehow???

- he likes to back seat game Todd whenever he sees him use Diluc wrong but just really wants his own

-his alternative party is Kaeya, Zhongli, Childe, Traveller

- He will always use Zhongli to make Dong statues

- "GUYS CHECK OUT EULA'S THIGH"

- If you don't tell him off, he will steal your resources when you're not looking

- has no self control with wishes so he wishes everyday too

- is willing to buy genesis crystals (already did for Childe and Zhongli and Eula ;) )

Knox: Traveler, Amber, Kaeya, Lisa

- He's that kind of guy who will use the original team just because SOMEONE said Amber/ the og party sucks

- Will actually defend Amber with his life (She's at least c3 now)

- If he's not using Traveler, he'll use the Xiao he accidentally got cuz he feels like he kins this emo boy a lot

- has 6k primo gems rotting away and EVERYONE is LIVID

- He enjoys playing with Todd and Neil more than Charlie and the others since they don't complain about his fighting style

- He likes to skip dialogues because he just wants to fight

- prefers playing the events or side games more than the actual story, but when he plays in each story, he will always switch to Traveler so he doesn't see the weird switch out

Meeks: Venti, Hutao, Ningguang, Diona

- FUCKIN BUILD GOD

- All of his characters, even 4 stars, are AT LEAST lvl 60-70

- even Amber

- He also mains Mona, Bennet, Eula, Jean, Sucrose, Albedo

- Really enjoys the lore so he, todd and pitts like to theorize about the Moon, the archons, khaenri'ah, timmy

- He knows when to save up for Pity, almost always wins 50/50

- Does Dailies really quick and does domains, ley lines, everyday, and organizes weekly boss co-ops with the others

- Speed runs the Spiral Abyss, of course he does

- He taught Charlie how to build, he regrets it now since Charlie will always ask him to do domains with him

- He and Pitts do a lot of Co-Op together since they both World level 8 now and 2 characters for each is better than 1 each

Pitts: Yanfei, Venti, Qiqi, Beidou

- Memes the shit out of the game

- He'll always send the group chat the stupidest genshin memes yet they never get sick of it

- plays it in Japanese Dub

- He once saved up for Hu Tao (his fav character) but lost 50/50 and still sulks about it until this day

- Aside from being really good at builds, he tends to be the type to invest a lot in his teapot

- He and Todd had the prettiest Teapots <3 <3

- Whenever stories come up he switches back to Eng Dub because he can't be bothered to read important info

- depending on the character he wants, he'll make a physical, literal SHRINE for them (as a joke) but it actually worked when he did it for Yanfei and Venti so....

Cameron: Zhongli, Barbara, Jean, Rosaria

- at first he didn't like the game

- He's not used to playing video games but he eventually got really attached to Venti's story

- He also really likes Barbara because she's so nice ;u;

- When he got Jean, he was fully invested on building her

- When he got Zhongli, he became fully invested in the game (especially the liyue story)

- He doesn't like to ask for help from his friends so he self-studies how to build and ends up showing Meeks really useful stuff

- He and Meeks are the best players of the group even if Cameron doesn't always Co-Op

- The only time Cameron really asked for help was during Twisted Realm and Azdaha

- ever since, he'd ask Neil or Meeks for help because they don't shit on him for the game

- He's the type to be updated with every banner so he reports to the others on who to save for

- Source of all the Redeem Codes <3 He watches all the live streams

Bonus:

Sticks: Kazuha, Venti, Eula, Hutao

- is the one who introduced them to the game

- source of some of Pitt's memes

- builds just as good at Meeks but is just as modest as Neil

Chris: Klee, Diona, Qiqi, Sucrose

- She likes the baby characters so much <3

- she mains Diluc on the side but doesn't really show people because she wants to be known as the chibi collector

Ginny: Xiangling, Bennet, Xingqui, Chongyun

- uses the national team because someone said so (she mastered them too)

- she's really good at spiral abyss haha

- will let you steal her mats if you help he with oceanid

[absurdthirst]

hey just to resubmit an ask I was asking for maybe an extension on the tall s/o headcanons? particularly with an s/o who has really long legs. thank you and also i’ve read everything on your blog at least eight times and it kills me it’s so good

When You Have Really Long Legs:

Javier: He eats that shit up. He loves your long legs. Especially when they are wrapped around his waist while he fucking into you. Loves when you wear clothes that showcase your legs. When you are sitting on the couch watching shitty tv, expect him to pull your legs onto his lap and just run his hands up and down them.

Ezra: Your magnificent legs. Ezra could spend hours waxing poetically about the elegant limbs that carry you to and fro. He claims that your legs is one of his favorite attributes. But then he also claims that every part of your body is his favorite. He loves when you tangle your legs with his when you are on that narrow cot together. 

Mando: He doesn't really comment on it, but he loves your legs. You can wrap them around him while he’s still in his armor and lock them behind his back. Your longer legs also allow you run faster when he needs you to get the kid out of the area and back to the Crest.

Catfish: Frankie is a sucker for you in a pair of jeans that showcases your long legs. He loves watching you walk, that smooth long-legged gait of yours drives him wild, especially when you are walking towards him. Another one that will just caress your legs, but his favorite is when you are tangled up with him and your leg is thrown over his hip. 

Tovar: He doesn’t mind them. You are like a very healthy horse. Long strong, legs are good. (And he doesn't see why you don’t think that is a compliment)

Whiskey: He has jeans tailor made for you. Just to show those puppies off. Whiskey absolutely loves those long legs, especially when they are bare and he can run his hands all over them. Loves watching you run, and yoga is now his favorite way to exercise, just so he can watch your legs stretch out. 

Max Phillips: Legs are legs. They get you from point A to point B. His move quicker because he’s a vampire. Your ass on the other hand........

Marcus Pike: He adores your legs, loves them. He also loves everything else about you, but there is something about your legs that just does it for him. Sometimes he will discreetly run his hand down your thighs when you are out in public. Naughty boy. 

Oberyn: You are graceful and he loves contorting those legs into different positions fo your bedroom activities. He also loves when you wrap them around him when you two are sparing together. 

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[yamithediaperdork]

Two kinks, One love. (Soul eater)

Two Kinks one love

It was just after sun set, but in Death city two boys were about to engage in a very out of the norm date by any stretch of the imagination. They had run into each other while out and about, indulging in their respective fetishes late one night and while both had been shocked, they had also quickly fallen hard for each other.

The first Boy was the son of Lord death, the slightly prissy but kind hearted Death the kid. he'd been wearing his favorite black dress which came down to just above his knees and had been wearing pantyhose too of course, like a proper lady. Black high highs that he could run in without pause and a black purse, his make up had been spot on and he looked fabulous and knew it. It was the worst kept secret that the son of lord death was a trap, but most people just pretended not to notice because either they didn't care, thought he was MUCH nicer in girlie mode or well, who wants to piss him off? The second boy was in a small group of those who didn't know Kid prefer to be a sexy trap, though that was because he was busy with his only little fetish wear love. He was Black star, a legend in the making (if you listened to him) And he was also a goo goo gaga big baby. The night they met he'd been going on a waddle of shame and had been in 3 thick diapers that puffed out the crotch and butt of his black diaper shirt and blue short-all's (that of course, had his trademark sign on the front pocket.) He'd also been sporting blue sneakers with black laces that lit up in the back as he went for his once around the block waddle of shame and it had been by chance (or maybe fate) that the two had stumbled onto each other.

Black had been rounding the corner, after almost going into a late night shop for ice cream but then recalling he had left his wallet at home so no one could id him. (Silly when you consider how well he stood out and his instance on making sure everyone knew him..but it was a well know fact putting diapers on a big baby reduces logic by 40 percent.)  In any case, he knew his store credit was tapped out and decided to call it a night. looking back at the shop he wasn't paying attention to where he was going and bumped into a pretty lady sending them both down to the ground. "Oh Gosh! I-I'm Sorry!" Black whined, trying to scamper but but the bulk around his hips made that a bit harder then normal.  "I wasn't paying attention to where I was.." And Black trailed off as he looked down and recognized in a instant the face of the 'lady' he had bumped into, Kid! "heh..It's ok Little guy." Kid said, eyes narrowing in on the padded crotch. "Little boys like you shouldn't be out here along. where's your mommy?" Black gulped BIG time at that, He had always loved the idea of having a mommy for his diaper adventures but was gay as could be..and suddenly a obvious solution he had never thought of had just bumped into him.

Kid himself had been soaking in the semi attention and had let his gaze drift, looking at a dress on display in a store shop window and so had been just as responsible for the collision as the little guy. Looking up and seeing Black dressed like a over sized un-potty trained toddler Kid almost had little hearts in his eyes. if there was one thing he loved more then being a hot little trap walking the town.. it was being a good mommy dom. Sadly his picks for big babies in the city had been limited to Liz Thompson due to her cry baby ways. it wasn't that the older Thompson didn't make a good baby (she did, very much so) it was more that due to her doing it by request not want she could be difficult at times. But here in front of him dressed perfectly on his own free will.. Meow~ "well, I asked you a question little star~" Kid said getting up and smiling ear to eye and then dusting Black off first then himself. "I..I don't..have..a mommy..Miss Kid" Black said, blushing and poking two fingers together. "Do you want one?" Kid asked and winked. "YESH! I-I Mean..if that's ok with yo-" And Black was silenced as Kid kissed the baby on the lips.

From then on Black had been mommies little guy and despite some of the challenges involved (read: Black's mega poopie diapers) neither of them had looked back on it, and while they both wanted it to be a more 24/7 thing they both knew realistically with their duties and responsibilities that just wasn't possible. Besides, while Kid was more or less out in the open, Black was mostly unknown as a public diaper boy having kept his adventure to around his block. He wasn't ready for EVERYONE to know his favorite place to make boom boom was in the seat of his pants.

But tonight was date night, and it was Kid's turn to host. truthfully either place would of done for their in house date nights butttt Black's place had a funk to it that wasn't from the diaper pail the big baby maintained and more from his poor cleaning habits. Kid had taken the guest room of his place and turned it into any big baby boys dream nursery (and Black had been clear, he was a baby BOY..Mommy might be able to pull a dress off but not him.) and held out hope that one of these days Black would finally take him up on the offer to move in. Their friends knew they were dating of course (just not all the fun details) so it wasn't like that was holding them back. Kid was jolted out of that train of thought as his door bell rang and before he went to answer it he stopped and checked his reflection in a full body mirror. He had gone with a stepford house wife dress for tonight, reaching down past his knees and in a white with pink floral print on it and had a white apron on over it. he was wearing a pair of white socks tugged up high and a pair of pink flat heels and have a pair of pearl earrings in. a light bit of make up was on, some eye linger, lipstick and blush, and he smiled at his reflection and blew a little kiss as the doorbell rang again. "Best not keep the baby waiting darling." he scolded himself and walked to the door with a soft clip clap from his shoes on the hard wood floor. answering the door Kid was a little disappointed (though not shocked) to see that Black had come over in jean's and a t-shirt, though he'd brought his 'diaper' bag so to speak and had it slung over a shoulder. it was of course really just a tote bag but Kid made sure to refer to it as such as while he had loads of supplies, he made sure that Black would bring his own ba-ba and first diaper(s) to help him get used to carrying his baby gear around in public. (and maybe just a tiny bit to try and drive home if Black lived with kid, he wouldn't have to lug the stuff around) "There's my little guy~" Kid coo'ed and smiled, loving how bright the boys cheeks lit up when he was the one dressed like a 50's house wife. Standing to the side he gestured for Black to come in. "well come on, are you gonna stand there and squirm looking at mommy till you have a accident or come in and get di-" Kid started but Black let out a soft yelp and dashed in the house. "..works every time." Kid chuckled and waved to a neighbor who had been watching with quiet amusement then shut the door.

Black was squirming and huffy as he waited for mommy in the living room, having made sure to slid his sneakers off. "I wish you wouldn't do that." he sulked as mommy came into view. That wasn't exactly the strictest of truths.. he didn't wanna be a outed big baby but mommies teasing had a small part of him all excited "Mhmmm.. I know you hate it sooo much.." Kid teased and eyed the front of Black's tight pants that gave him away. "Come on little man, let's get you in a nice thick diapie before you piddle all over mommies floor again." Kid coo'ed and coming in close, tickled onto Black's chin and made the boy squirm and giggle even as he tried to huff. "Mommmmmmyyyy! that was ONE time!" He whined, hating/loving how small and little Kid could make him feel with a few well chosen words and just a chin tickle. "And that one time too many. Come along now." Kid coo'ed and gently took the little guy by the wrist, leading him to the nursery.  "Did you pack one of your super thick diapies like a good boy? or does mommies have to use one of the ones we have here?" Black whined and squirmed. he had SORTA kinda maybe been trying to just bring thin diapers over here..not because he wanted thin but well mommy had SO many thick ones here and he only had about 5 left and was trying to save his. Sadly for the little rascal mommy had figured him out and loved to tease. "I uh..well..see.." Black started up. "That's what i thought. you know, not to beat a dead horse but if you moved in you could have ALL the massive diapies you could want little man. I'll order anther pack and have them ship it to your place tomorrow though. just food for thought." Black star nodded and just let mommy take control, knowing that mommy knew best.

The nursery had baby blue walls with some silly chibi ninja's painted on them here and there fighting chibi monsters and the floor was covered with a plush cream white rug so if the baby lost his balance he wouldn't hurt his tush on the floor. (Of course with the thickness o0f Black's diapers it wasn't likely to happen but hey, Kid paid for all of this so he was allowed to justify it as he saw fit.) there was a wooden crib that had been made to order so could handle a bigger babies weight and left the little guy lots of room to play in by one wall, and it had been painted light black by black's request. (the little guy had wanted to help paint it but Kid had foreseen the mess THAT would of ended with and had told a little fib that the builders insisted on painting it themselves.) there was a cream white colored changing table, again made to order and had a black cushioned top those the cover was waterproof and made for easy clean up in the event of leaks. It also had a set of drawers on the side that held the different baby powders, rash creams and of course diapers that Kid's big baby had picked out one night in Kid's lap squealing and giggling. 'I'm gonna make him a spoiled rotten brat.' Kid mused briefly. 'ah well..he'll be MY spoiled rotten brat.' Adding to the spoiled brat theory was the MASSIVE toy chest that even as big as it was couldn't be fully shut from just how many toys little Black had, and there was a shelf built on a wall filled with nursery tale and story tale books. Of course one of the most important parts of the nursery had actually been the cheapest..it was a large metal diaper pail that Kid had stenciled 'BLACK STAR'  onto and helped keep his little man's nursery smelling like baby powder and love instead of poopie diapers.

"You strip down like a good boy sweetie while mommy goes and picks out something adorable for you to wear..unless you wanna just go in your diapies tonight." Kid said and smirked. "IIIII um..yeah..just diapies sounds good ta me..we're gonna eat soon anyways and then you'll hafa just strip me down after anyways mommy." "oh how true! such a clever baby I have!" Kid coo'ed and more chin tickles. "I guess i can help the silly big baby strip then." Black squirmed and nodded, and then just relaxed and followed orders as Mommy would tell him to raise his arms or the like while 'she' got him undressed, getting him down to his his little ghoulies briefs.(Little Ghoulies of course being Black's favorite toddler show) "oh my.. Somebody either been having accidents or just isn't very good at wiping!" Kid teased, clicking his touge as he looked at the large brown stains in the back of the undies. "and I JUST got these for you last week little man." "S-Sorry Mommy. I um..I just.. I had some not farts an-" Black mewed and pointed his index fingers together. "Shhh it's ok. I knew what I was getting into when I brought a big baby big kid undies. though maybe we better start looking into some pull ups for when your playing big boy." Kid coo'ed and kissed Black's cheek, making him tent out his briefs and shushing any argument, at least for the moment. hooking his thumbs in the waist band he tugged the undies down with one smooth practiced monition and then took a step back and clapped his hands and gestured towards his widdle boy. "Come on, walk out of your stinky undies and over to mommy~" "Yesh mama.." Black gurgled and Kid almost melted as he did so, with arms outstretched. 'it's official. i am the god damn luckiest mommydom trap in the world.' Kid mentally gushed and then helped the big baby up onto the changing table. sure the little guy smelled a little and had a few poo stains on his cheeks, but Kid figured with them having a whole night together he could just give the little guy a bath after din din. "Nowww what kinda diaper does my widdle guy want on, aside from thick. Baby blocks? Space ships? zoo print?" Kid asked tickling Black's tummy and black giggled and coo'ed. "Ummm All three!" he said and giggled more. "oh, somebody want to crawl tonight hmmm? Maybe after your bath sweetie. for now we'll go with baby blocks." Kid chuckled. "Awwww..dun want a bath! I smell nice and sweet!" Black pouted and then to prove his point raised his left arm up and took a whiff of his pit..and coughed.  "Then again..Mommy knows best." "mmmhmm. and don't you forget it~" Kid chuckled.

With baby black padded and a sucking on a white mouth guard paci that was attached to a black cord hanging around his neck (kid couldn't very well use a shirt clip if the little guy wasn't gonna wear a shirt after all.) he helped the baby down and then got out five toys for black to play with, though they were Black's choice as Kid would pick them out one at a time and hold them up for a head nod or shake. Black meanwhile suckled away and enjoyed the sight of mommy's butt when he bent over, sometimes mommies dress would ride up a little and ALMOST maybe give a peek at what kinda panties he was wearing. It didn't really bug Black that while Kid saw him naked and in his 'undies' most of the time, Black could count on one hand the amount of times he'd seen Kid's Bra and panties. that just wasn't the kinda relationship they had, though then did find ways to make love in their own fashion. Finally picking out a stuffed bear in a tux, a green and purple dragon stuffie, a stereo type bed-sheet ghost stuffie, a teddy in a suit of armor and finally a tiger stuffie he started to play with them, mumbling around his paci and making drool go down his chin. Kid watched mentally gushing and while he wished he could hear the cute little adventure that was being played out as Black loved to narrate, it was worth it to hear him mumbling around his paci. he could of stood there watching for hours honestly but the front door rang and he sighed, why of ALL the nights had his usual delivery place had to of lived up to it's 30 minutes or under delivery time? "Din din's here buddy, can you put your toys away and come meet mommy in the kitchen while he goes and pays?" Kid asked, patting Blacks head. Black whined a little and mumbled something, then sighed like ALL of the worlds problems were on him and nodded.

getting to the front door Kid opened it without checking and found himself looking face to face with soul. "Alright ma'am i got a order of...of..Kid?! Kid is that you?!" Soul asked, being anther one of the rare people not to know about the trap. "uh..yeah.. " kid said and blushed then smiled. "anyways, my order?" "I..oh wow. heh. I didn't know you and black were this kinky! wait, is he a little sissy too?" soul asked. "I believe it's none of your business. now can you ple-" Kid started, but then a loud "MOMMY! I SLIPPED COME KISS MY BOO BOO'S BETTER !!" was heard from the living room and Kid facepalmed while soul laughed. "you know what, I think i got a pretty good idea.. Mommy." Soul chuckled, and took the money he was offered for the food and tipped the hat of his delivery uniform. "You and your widdle one have a good supper Ma'am." he said and then took off. "..Hoo boy..this isn't gonna be fun to explain." Kid thought as he closed the door.

The end.

[sunca]

Hey congrats on starting your writing blog !! Could I request Narancia with 2 and 87 from the yandere prompts? Maybe in like a school setting of sorts? Thank you in advance!! 💕

"𝒮𝓉𝒶𝓎"

Yandere Narancia x reader(Yandere Prompts)

2. "Please pay attention to me."

87. "What do I need to make you love me back?"

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Scenario.

Warning : Death, blood, gore, physical violence, curse words, kidnapping, mentioned of stalking, yandere stuff, a bit of lust.

Count : 4030

Thank you. I appreciate it. (•-•)\💖

Sorry for the wait. I've been busy these days but as soon as I finished those stuffs, I went straight down to writing and fixing this.

Please accept this art as my apology. Long hair, fancy Narancia is a must and reader as a small chibi.

Requests still open. Thank you and I hope this brings satisfaction to you.

Sadly, I couldn't post this with read more. ;-; Forgive me.

I almost forgot. Recommended song for this.

Anson Seabra - Stay with me

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Sleepless nights and those stares which hunted you in the darkness. You tried to sleep soundly as much as you could but those nightmares picked you like a marionette and made you dance as they willed. Traces of fingers on your skin offered the ecstasy of waking up. Only to have chills rushing on you. Sweats and tears tainted on the mattress. The warmth of another person, the breeze would steal every night. The welcomed window with a broken lock in your view. An orange wrist band disappearing into the leaves of a nearby tree.

You hid your yawn with your book from your teacher. She shot a glance at you but you just tried to hide between your shoulders. Dark circles lingering around your eyes as you tried to wipe your tears away. You once again looked down at your book to greet with an x and its long lost number. y and z waiting for their soulmates. Numbers running around on your page playground. A discontented sign falling down along with your tense shoulders.

Slender fingers rested on his cheek. His chin stood gracefully on his palm. His captivating purple eyes sojourned on your back. You who couldn't concentrate won't be able to detect his enthusiasm for you. He planned to open his heart for you today. He could only wish it would go well. He can only wish. The echo of the bell rolling into the class directed his attention to turn to his dear friend.

Fugo closed his book and let it rest for a period. His hand reaching for the lemon coloured lunchbox and water bottle. Narancia then get attracted to your magnet but blocked by a girl who stood between you two. Narancia looked up to see her lunch box held tight to her chest. She then build up her courage to ask him to spend his precious time with her. He leaned back. Creating more space between him and her. Showing uninterested body language. A single worded rejection. His feet walking on your yellow path. You getting up to get some space from people, stopped in your tracks when he came into your view.

"Hey, (Y/N)! Nothing to do at lunch. Right? Come join us! You've been busy with that club and activities. I missed you," he whined with puppy eyes. You being your dithering self because of restlessness. "Sure," You replied with a small puff and smile, blinking your fuzzy vision away. His gleaming smile blinding you so easily. "Great! Let me grab my lunch box fast! Wait here!" He gleefully replied and headed back to his seat. A soft smile staplered on his cheeks.

The three of you sitting under the unfixed clouds. A baby tomato rolling under your fork. You listened to the back and front between Fugo and Narancia. This bickering was bringing out more headache for you. Then suddenly, Narancia wrapped his arms around your torso and faked a cry. "(Y/N)! See? Fugo is making fun of me! I just don't understand math and he's calling me 'stupid' again!" You let out a tired sigh and patted his head. "I'm calling you stupid because you are! 33×12 is 36? Oh. What a genius! How many times do I have to teach you that?!" Fugo looked as if a strawberry now. His face all red because of rage.

"Oh, Fugo. By the way, did you heard-," Narancia looked up at you. His hands not retreating back from you but holding more tightly. You were focused on Fugo and letting him know about the new series he caught upon. The two of you would buy the book together or inform each other about the news related to that series. You and Fugo having interest in a same subject once in a while. Narancia was not getting any of it. His eyebrows fusing.

"(Y/N)! I burned my hand the other day!" He put his hand in between you and Fugo's eye contact. You just nodded and patted him again but didn't stop communicating with Fugo. Narancia's hand slowly drafted back to your shoulder. Tears welding on his eyes. His cheeks swelling. He then slowly fell onto your lap. His hands closest to his heart which was aching for you. Both Fugo and you stopped in track. You looked upon a teenage boy in tears, sulking like a baby and resting on your lap.

"Please pay attention to me, (Y/N)."

His voice shaking. You felt bad for not giving him the attention he deserved and run your fingers through his hair gently. Narancia has always been like this whenever you ignored him a bit. You didn't want to speak it out loud but it slipped through. "Aww~ my baby," you wiped his tears away. Narancia started sniffing and sobbing. You picked him up by his shoulder and he sat up. "Don't cry. Don't cry~," Mischief in your sugary voice. "Aww~ There. There," you comforted him with a hug and caressed his head. Fugo scoffed and focused on eating again. Turning his gaze away from the two of you.

After a minute or two, the door to the rooftop swung. A pair of canary preying you in. Burgundy hair combed back neatly. His sharp jaw ready to slice anyone in two. His flawless face shining like silver. Turtleneck white sweater revealing his ravishing physique. Black jeans hugging his slender and long legs. The papers in his grip rustled as the breeze flowed in.

Once he saw you, he stormed up to you. You looked up at Kevin, your club's president. Narancia, on the other hand, didn't want Kevin to come and destroy his paradise, and he knew Kevin would be a bad new for him. As soon as he saw Kevin, Narancia glanced to you. Narancia didn't expect and want this to happen but here you are, looking at a boy other than him.

"Oh, Kev! What brought you here?" You greeted him and drew back your hands. Narancia didn't bother to move from your side. Fugo twisted his neck to look up from his lunch to your target. Fugo repositioned himself since he saw who was it and listened to hear whatever Kevin had to say. "(Y/N), Mrs. Smith said you made some mistakes in the paper sheets for the club. You better get there now and I have things to do," Kevin stood beside Fugo and waited for you.

"I will go there once I finish my lunch," you glared up at Kevin. Narancia was also glaring at Kevin. "She didn't look like she was busy which is unusual," Kevin insisted. Kevin's demand irked you and you rolled your eyes. "Fine," you groaned as you packed your lunch back up. Narancia complained as he clasped your arm. "(Y/N), you don't have to go." Narancia's puppy eyes striking your week spot but you couldn't say no to the class president. "I'm sorry, Narancia but I have to. I will see you back in class when this is over. Ok? No worries," you gave Narancia a reassuring smile and stood up. Narancia's eyes were narrowing at Kevin. Fugo noticed this and observed him carefully. So then, he could step in if Narancia was to burst out.

You headed to the teachers' office and prepared yourself. Kevin was walking on the corridor of the old, abandoned school building. He just needed to grab some stuffs from there. He was on his way until he saw a group of people in a class. He pulled the door open and shouted, "Students are prohibited to come here withou-," he saw an adult looking like a street rat handing a bag wrapped in tape to a student. "YOU! Outsiders are prohibited here too and state your busines -" Before his sentence ended, —wham!— his unconscious body fell onto the dusty floor with a thud.

Narancia tried his best to keep his serenity but something clicked in him. He threw his orange juice and stood up. "That motherf*cker!! $&j#fc;h-e)g£sv%y!!!" He cursed as the bottom of his shoe stamped upon the poor lunchbox. Noodles flat under, the sauce splashed across the concreted floor, the plastic scattered into pieces and his shoe fouled by the mess. Fugo noticed the buzz in his pants pocket and reached for it. Checking the ID, he then picked it up. "Pronto."

"Damn it!" Narancia exclaimed as he rubbed his shoe on the clean surface of the floor. "They're always trying to steal my (Y/N) away. A*sh*les!" Narancia kicked the air and his feet yeeted his shoe. Narancia was too furious to pay attention to Fugo or his talk. He then let out a frustrated sigh and hopped. "Yes. We'll take care of it. Arrivederci," Fugo hung up and shoved the phone back into his pants. He then reversed his direction back to Narancia who was putting on his shoe again.

"Narancia," he calmly called him to see his fumming face almost as if a tomato. "They're making a move now. Gior- Boss want us to take action. Bruno said he will send the info in 5 minutes," Fugo's sentences were short but held engrossing mystery in them. Narancia's face was dark and occupied with a wide grin which would inject a chilling trepidation to everyone sane but Fugo wasn't bothered. The thought of finishing an order perfectly enraptured Fugo as he couldn't wait to spend more time with his beloved who was in a cage. "Go fetch (Y/N) after this," Fugo shot a smirk and encouraged Narancia. The two boys communicating with their eye contact. You who thought Fugo and Narancia were normal teenagers and not knowing anything about their past, didn't even notice the foreboding gift future has in store for you.

When you entered the club room, you couldn't find Kevin anywhere. "MuMu, have you seen Kev anywhere? I need him to check these sheets," you asked a girl who was filling in forms. "Ah! He went to that old building in the west. He said he needed some files from class B," she answered and you smiled at her. "Thank you!" You replied and headed to there. Looking over the papers in your fingers again. "This will be fine. I guess...," you spoke to yourself.

Narancia and Fugo were checking out the rooms at the ground level. They entered the 5th room when you entered the hall. You then zigzagged and stepped on the first step of the stairs. 'Class B. Huh. That would be third floor.' You thought to yourself and rubbed your temple. "Wait. This building has three stairs. Right? What if I miss Kevin? I can't let it happen! I must hand in these today," you talked to yourself and hurried your steps. "Nothing's here too," Fugo looked up to Narancia. He was squatting and checking for footprints or any sign of their target were here or the packs since the info showed they stored some in here. "Let's move on," Narancia replied as he head to the stairs.

You arrived on the third floor and everything was a mess. There were plastic bags, dry leaves and dusts. You looked up to the sign on top of an entrance. It read 'E' and you moved on to get where you wanted to be. When you passed through class D, you heard something. You stopped in track and paid attention to it. It was as if something was being beaten. You backed to the wall and approached the back door of the third room. You sneakily opened the door a bit and peeked in. A strange scent hitting your nostrils.

There was a group of students and some people in normal attire. Smokes surrounding their heads. Cigarettes in between of their fingers. Some were staring down at the centre. You followed their gaze. A fist rose and fell like a tsunami. You couldn't see who was the victim since the desks and some males blocked it. You keeled for a better view and in between legs, you saw a familiar male with burgundy hair. Blood rivering down on his lips and chin. His nose all red. His face swollen.

You questioned why he didn't fight back and you covered your mouth. His fingers bending back in. Blood stained on his white sweater. Two knives attached to his belly. You started to tremble and your breath hitched. You wanted to step in and help Kevin but it would be around 15 against 1. You don't even stand a chance.

You gotta get out of there fast and affirm the teachers. When you raised your head back, the door swung open with a creek. You looked up like a cornered prey under the gaze of a predator. To meet with a pair of eyes staring down at you. A grin sent chills down your spine. You didn't waste any time and sprang for the escape. The shadow behind you chased you down. You were pulled back by a hand wrapping by your waist. "HELP-!" Your mouth covered by a hand.

"Did you hear that?" Narancia glanced at his friend who didn't turn away from his staring towards the ceiling. "Hear what?" Narancia had a confused expression. Fugo then looked at Narancia. "Narancia, call out Aerosmith. They might still be in this building," Fugo commended him. "Okay?" Narancia raised an eyebrow and spread his arms horizontally. "Aerosmith!"

You were struggling against two males. The others were staring or laughing at your inadequate struggles. You kicked, wiggled your body out, punched and did everything you could but nothing seemed to work until you remembered a method. You kicked the male in front of you where the sun don't shine and curved in your spine to smash that nose with the back of your head. The grip around you loosened. Your feet trying to be your life saviour, betrayed by a hand grabbing on one. Your face came in to kiss the floor. A crack rang in your ears and a light flashed before you. You tried to get back up but restrained by a pull.

You rolled around and punched anyone who was in sight. Your hand captured in a grip but you used all of your force and took your hand back. Your other hand reached something and you grabbed it. Panic swung your hand and —Shluk!— crimson liquid spattered. A glass shard deep in the throat of a student. Blood trailing down from his mouth and nose. He choked out and a daub of red landed on your cheek, soon to roll slowly to side. Your eyes went wide. You brought up your hand to wipe the burning sensation on your nose and hide that glup. You were stunned. Your brain tried to reload what you just did but errors delayed it.

Tap, tab, tap, dab, dap, dab, dap, swissh, dab, swissh, dab, dap, zwish, dab, dap, zwish, Dap, zwish, Dab, Dap, zwish, Dab, BAM!

The door swung open, brining you back to reality with a flinch. Your head spun and you saw a ray of hope along with two boys. Narancia's scanning fell upon you as soon as you goggled him. Your nose red. Blood smeared on your philtrum, upper lateral subunit and upper lip. Your obscured tears failed on you. The look in your eyes begged him to save you. Your lips quivering. Your quietened sobs emerging. "What the f*ck!?" A wrongdoer swore out loud and they prepared themselves by picking up some chair, wood stick, spiked bat, and pocket knives.

"Na-Narancia...," You ran towards him but your legs gave out and you crawled. Clinging on his leg. He crouched towards you. Holding your trembling hand in his. Your poor body shaking like a leaf. Tears streaming down on your exquisite cheeks. Your state in this situation and a murmur of your voice turned on the insanity inside him. "Fugo, I will leave (Y/N) to you," Fugo took over his role and supported you to stand up. Narancia's face was hard to read when you glanced at him. Narancia stood tall.

Your back leaned on the dirty wall. Your breath hitching and you hugged onto Fugo tightly. Burying your face in his chest. Snivelling all your emotions out. Screaming were heard in the distance. Fugo patted your back and separated you by your shoulders. "(Y/N)?" He called your name and you looked up at him. "I need you to stay here and not going anywhere. Ok?" he waited for your answer. You nodded while sobbing. He set up a reassuring smile and left you there. You sat there and wiped your tears away. When you glanced at Fugo, you saw him walking into that room.

"YOU BASTARD! YOU WORTHLESS LITTLE S*HT!! YOU SHOULD GO DIE IN A S*HT HOLE, YOU GOOD FOR NOTHING B*TCH!!" The dead hooligan lied flat under Narancia's shoe. Narancia's breathes were hitching, and veins were popping out on his forearm and the back of his hand. Blood painted the wall and floor red. The pool under his shoe sticky and thick. They deserved it. No one and by means that, not even a single soul is allowed to hurt his perfection whom he worship daily. Anyone who left a scratch on (Y/N)'s body will be left with a missing limb but made her bleed more than a drop? Haha. Ya gotta be kidding about it.

Fugo stopped him in track. "(Y/N) need you now. Go. I will take care of them," Fugo's hand on his shoulder, giving Narancia a proud smile. Narancia stepped back and cooled himself down. Fugo took out a glass bottle and a handkerchief. He opened the cap and enclosed the lid with the handkerchief. He then turned them upside down. Soon to be back in their position. He handed the handkerchief to Narancia. "Here. Take this just in case." Narancia took it and in a split second, there was a wide, merry grin on his cheeks. He put it in the skirt pocket. "Yea! Thanks, Fugo!" He exclaimed gleefully and ran out of the class with a jolly behaviour. Fugo chuckled at Narancia's usual behaviour and put the covering back on.

Of course. You must be waiting for him all this time. You need him like he needs you. You sinning his thoughts and nights. You who was defenceless. He who was resistless to you or your beguiling body. His hands not wanting to depart from your skin. His lips brushing softly on your throat. He was addicted to you. You who spellbound him, lured him in, ensnared him, planted a seed called possessiveness in him, seized his obsession only to yourself and inveiged him to come swoop your fragile soul from this heartless world. He's your knight in shinning armour after all.

"(Y/N)!" You heard a familiar voice. Your sugary name cloying him more and more. He was drunk upon the bewitching splendour of your beauty. Your voice ripping his stability bit by bit. His body towered you. Trapped you between his torso and the wall. You were in a daze. His tranquil smile avenging your cruel actions towards him. His loving gaze hypnotising the poor prey.

You turned your head to the source. A breeze revealing a dazzling boy to you. "Narancia!" You called your friend's name as you eyed him up. He who bathed in his enemies' blood. You wiped your tears again as you stood up. Observing the boy before you in terror. "I killed them for you~ (Y/N)♡," his voice sickeningly sweet. His usual cute smile inverted into a nightmare with blood staining on it. "Thi-This is wrong. So wrong...," you choked out. His eyebrows raised with disbelief. "What are you talking about, (Y/N)? This is the right thing to do! They hurt you! You are a perfection and I'm your guardian! If anyone try to corrupt you, they are devils and it's my duty to get rid of them! Hehe," he chuckled lightly. As if taking out the fire of life was nothing more than a joke to him.

"Naranci-" you were cut off. "I love you~" The grin not dropping from his face. "W-Wha-What?" You asked again not because you didn't quite catch it but because you didn't get what he meant by that. "I love you♡" An adorable giggle rumbled down his chest. "Wha- N-No! Liste-" you tried to speak again. "No? You don't love me?" The wretched look gushed down your throat like a blazing lava. Guilt's hands tightening around you throat. "No. No. That's not-" Your panic dragged and chucked you down the cliff.

"Then what do I need to do to make you love me back, (Y/N)?"

You stopped. You legitimately stopped. He wasn't trying to hear out what you had to spill. He wasn't even trying. It seemed as if he won't give up or drop that subject. No. He wouldn't and you have had it. You took a sharp breath in. Your legs spun and took a step farther away from him. Your back getting smaller and alarm bells rang loudly in his head. Your direction fixed on the stair. He pulled you back by your wrist and made you face him. His hand sneaking around your waist.

"Let me g-" your lips sealed with his. Your heart jumped like a rabbit and your mind reset itself. If you were just an innocent civilian, he wouldn't do anything to you but remember that time you helped him with that winsome smile? Remember that time when you let him rest on your lap? Remember that time you held him tight in your sleep? You have given him those blushes, those smiles, those giggles, those restless nights with only you in his head, those hushed moans and those vivid dreams. You have stolen his only heart and tried to flee with it. Did you think he was that stupid to let you go after everything he went through for you?

A white silk between the two teenagers sparkled under the orangy ray. The sun slowly dying on the horizon, letting his lover breathe and shine in the darkness with her small sparkling fairies. Your breathing uneven. Unable to leave his dusky purple soul. He fed upon your candy as his right hand flew up to cup your cheek. His thumb swinging left and right. Your cheek dough under his fingers. Your life like a droplet of rain in his palm.

His touches varied into needy ones. His desire asking for more as his lips once again sucked the life out of you. His tongue burrowing into you. Your hands constraining him away from you. Your head trying to break away from his grasp. Your brain sending red flags in your view. Your anxiety lining tears on your lower eyelashes. Your lung shrieking for the oxygen you needed. Him devouring on your sobs.

Your leg swung back to aim whichever part of his leg you can reach. —Wham!— he groaned and reached for his luckless shin. You didn't waste any time and hurtled wherever you can but far from this pitiful boy. Your legs wanting to give out under you but your brain forcing them not to. Your heart ringing in your ears. The stairs blurred in your vision.

You set your foot upon the second floor and aimed to make a U turn to descend more. Coincided with a yelp, your flimsy body was tugged back by a hand wrapping around your chest. Your nose and mouth were covered by a hand, linked with a cloth. Due to the intense exercise you had, you respired a small amount of chemical with a gasp. The sharp smell made you press harder into his chest, gratifying him more.

Your fists hitting his hands, pulling them away. Your body twisting in order to be freed. Your tears messy on your cheeks. Your limbs faltered. Your muscles relaxed. Your soul doors pulling the curtains. Your head rested on his shoulder. Your consciousness fell into the dark abyss. Pulling you along with it. A word echoed in the void.

"𝙎𝙩𝙖𝙮."

[et-lesailes]

missing linc // chapter one

pairing: ceo!steve x reader

word count: 2670

series summary:  you are a college student working at a daycare full time during your summer break, and you have grown especially fond of one of the toddlers in your class, lincoln rogers. you are certainly not expecting to develop such a huge crush on his dad steve when you meet him for the first time, but you can’t help but be attracted to the businessman– despite the fact that he’s married. however, as intelligent and mature as steve comes across, he has a few secrets behind his marriage- one in particular he may never be able to make up for.

series themes: romance, drama, age gap, infidelity, smut in later chapters

chapter summary: reader meets steve rogers for the first time.

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note: tbh this is inspired from my real life job at a daycare except the only difference is that nothing has happened yet from my crush on a hot dad but heY who knows what the future holds!!! 

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You exhaled loudly as you finally got a moment to relax, one of the program support staff of the daycare currently covering for you so you could go to the bathroom. 

You absolutely loved working with kids and were striving to be in the field of developmental psychology one day-- but for now, while you were still working on your bachelor’s degree, working at a daycare where you could at least observe and work with kids and their development would have to do. You loved every second of it, but it was certainly exhausting taking care of eighteen toddlers. Thankfully, you had the help of other toddler teachers; there was no way you could have done it yourself.

You had only just recently switched to working full days; now that it was summer vacation, you could work from 9 to 6 as a closer rather than only going for a few hours here and there before or after your classes. It was your third day of working full time, and while it was a lot, you were still happy with the job. 

You felt especially attached to one of your toddlers. Lincoln Rogers, or more commonly referred to as Linc, was a bright, happy, and cheeky boy, and although he had his naughty moments, he just had so much personality you could not help but be in love. He seemed to be especially fond of you too, constantly following you around, liking to cling to you, and even crying when you left for your lunch break.

He had blonde hair, shining blue eyes, and was quite big for being only eighteen months old; he practically looked like a two-year-old already, what with his head full of hair and his adorable clothes. He often wore cute little polos and colored shorts or cool, dark “jeans”, only of course, made more comfortable than actual denim in order to better suit a child. 

You had only ever seen his mother, Tiana, drop him off and pick him up, and based on her appearance, it seemed like the boy had inherited a majority of his looks from his father. She had chestnut brown hair and matching eyes, and was on the more petite side compared to her son who was probably in the 95th percentile for his height. She seemed nice enough, always polite with you and thanking you for taking care of him, but you could see that she always seemed so tired, so stressed. Was it work? Personal problems? Did it have to do with why Dad was never picking up? For obvious reasons, you could not ask these things, but being so attached to Linc, you wish you knew just to satisfy your intrusive curiosity. 

It had been about a week into your new schedule when you would finally meet Dad, and the day of, before you even knew anything about it, the staff was absolutely buzzing. When your co-teacher, Stephanie, walked into the room that morning wearing a slightly low cut shirt, you glanced at her chest before looking to her, eyebrow raised in amusement. “What?” she asked defensively, giggling. “Yesterday at pick up, Linc’s mom said that Dad is dropping off this morning. I know you haven’t met this man yet, but trust me, he is gorgeous.” You were immediately intrigued. Not because of his apparent good looks (okay, maybe slightly because of his apparent good looks), but because you would finally be able to place a face to the father figure in Linc’s life, the little boy who you practically saw as your own baby. In as non-creepy of a way as possible. “What’s he like?” you asked curiously, simultaneously keeping your eye on the few children in the room that had been dropped off early. “He’s only a literal God,” another teacher scoffed as she walked in, having overheard your question. “We are talking about Steve, right?”

“Brittany, you’re not even a toddler teacher,” you said to her with an amused laugh, arching an eyebrow. “What are you doing in this room and why are you on a first name basis with his dad?” 

“Leanna is with the preschoolers, I don’t need to be there too!” she defended herself playfully before fanning herself in an exaggerated lustful gesture. “Before you worked here, I would help out in the toddler room sometimes. I only knew Tiana then, but she asked if I could babysit this one time. When I went over, I met Steve- they were both getting ready to go on a date or something. And Y/N, let me tell you,” she paused, letting out a whistle, “this man is beautiful. Linc’s a little replica of him- the blond hair, blue eyes, and he’s so tall. Probably slightly over six feet.” You listened in awe, cocking your head. “How come he never usually drops him off or picks him up?”

“He’s a CEO,” Stephanie answered, sighing dreamily. “So as you can imagine, he’s pretty busy. Meetings, calls, traveling all the time-- I guess he happens to be in town now. And you can bet he’s going to walk in here in a suit and tie, one that probably costs more than all my past paychecks put together.” 

You looked down at your own outfit, consisting of a tee from the college you attended and leggings. Because it was a daycare job, it was not really necessary to dress up considering you had babies spitting up on you or smearing dirt on you when they went in for hugs. Still, you found yourself suddenly feeling a little self-conscious, even though you knew that was ridiculous. “He travels a lot?” you asked, trying to distract yourself from your simple wardrobe. “So I guess Linc doesn’t get to see him too often, then?” Such a thought seemed sad. 

“Oh, no. That man loves his son way too much. Even if he’s all the way in London or Tokyo, he flies back for the weekend just to be able to see his family. Even though Linc doesn’t see him as much as Mom, you should see the bond they have.” Brittany sighed, shaking her head adoringly. “God, it’s so hot when a man knows how to be a father.” 

“I need him to be my daddy,” Stephanie commented, and you laughed loudly, playfully nudging her. “There are innocent children in here, would you chill?” She laughed too, going over to scoop one of the girls up, bouncing her and making her laugh. “It’s okay, they don’t understand yet!” 

You were about to ask Brittany what Steve’s relationship with Tiana was like, just out of curiosity, but then another parent came in the classroom. Turning to greet him and his son, you couldn’t help but feel impatient and excited, wanting to finally be able to meet Linc’s dad.

It was nearly 10:15 AM and still no sign of Linc; all the kids were generally dropped off by 9:30, considering that most parents had to go straight to work after, and you wondered if he would be coming at all today seeing that he was normally there before you even came in for your shift.

You were standing by the baby slide outside, supervising the kids playing on it when the door to the playground opened. As you looked up to see who it was, your breath was practically taken away. 

He was just as Brittany described. Tall, blond, piercing eyes-- you could not see them up close just yet, but they already looked pretty. He was carrying Linc in one arm and you could see the shocking resemblance between the two, their facial features practically identical let alone the hair and eyes. Linc was generally a pretty happy child, but he looked even more ecstatic now, practically glowing as he bounced around in his father’s hold. You were incredibly confused at how such a scene could be so painstakingly adorable and so sinfully sexy at the same time. Brittany was right, a man who could be a father was hot, and his looks definitely helped too. Stephanie had also been correct; he was adorned in a very expensive looking suit, matched with a blue tie that complemented his pacific hues. 

“Hi, Steve!” Stephanie greeted, and you watched her come over to him with a wide smile on her face. “Hey there, Linc! Look at you, you happy little man! Are you happy that Daddy’s back in town?” You chuckled as you watched; she was not being over-the-top simply for Steve, she was always this happy and playful around the children and you respected her for not letting this bizarrely gorgeous man disrupt that. “Hey there, Miss Stephanie.” Steve greeted in return, and you bit your lip from hearing his deep voice, wondering if this man had any flaws. “Sorry we’re late. I took the morning off today to spend some quality time with the little man. I should have let you guys know,” he apologized, eyes now scanning for the other teacher, then blinked as he saw you. “Oh, hi there. Are you new?” he asked with a charming smile, and you forced yourself to get it together.

“Yes, hi!” You walked over, though still making sure the children were in your periphery. “I’m Miss Y/N, I’ve actually been working part time here for a while but I just recently switched to full time.” You explained, then smiled as you reached out to playfully poke Linc’s cheek. “And I absolutely love this little guy! He’s such a sweetheart.”

Linc immediately giggled upon seeing you, suddenly reaching his arms out towards you. Steve blinked before chuckling intrigued, cocking his head. “Wow. I rarely see him do that with anyone. You already ready to leave Daddy for Miss Y/N, huh, tiger?” he asked him playfully, mocking offense. He handed him to you, handsome smile still gracing his lips. “He must really like you. Though I’m not surprised, he always likes the pretty girls.” 

He said it so casually, your shocked brain could not even fully process that it was a flirtation-- he was already looking back towards Stephanie as if his comment was a perfectly natural thing to say in conversation with someone he had just met. “I’ll come pick him up too, I’ll probably be here around 5:30.” Looking back at you and him, he smiled and leaned down, kissing his son’s head. He was so close you could smell his cologne, even his minty breath. “I love you,” he spoke in a deep rumble, and your heart practically sighed. “Be good, kiddo. Don’t drive these ladies too crazy.” He straightened up again before winking at you, then turned around to head back inside. 

You were standing there still in shock, but when you heard a whimper slowly sound from Linc’s throat upon seeing his father was gone, you snapped back to reality. “Shhh,” you comforted him, running your fingers through his blonde locks. “He said he’s coming to pick you up tonight! You’ll see him before you know it, okay?” The little boy sniffled and buried his face in your neck, hugging you tightly. 

“Um, so, is he like that with everyone?” you asked Stephanie in reference to Steve, turning to her still a little bit in disbelief over what had just happened. She even looked shocked herself, scoffing amused. “Uh, no? I’ve never seen him flirt like that. Ugh, you’re so lucky.” You blinked and cocked your head. “Doesn’t he have a wife, though…? I mean, he and Tiana are married, right?” Stephanie nodded but made a slight face as if to indicate it was a bit more complicated than that. “I don’t know anything for sure, obviously, but something definitely seems off about that relationship. The only time I’ve seen them together was for Linc’s enrollment meeting, and… they didn’t really seem like they were vibing, you know? It wasn’t like they were arguing or upset with each other, it just seemed like they barely even knew or wanted to know each other. It was so weird, I had never seen a couple like that before.” She shook her head, continuing as she leaned over to pull a rock out of a kid's hand before he could eat it, “I mean, how could you not want to know that man? He’s practically an angel.” 

You frowned thoughtfully. “Brittany said they had been getting ready to go on a date though, that one time she babysat. Maybe it had just been an off day for them when you saw them?” She shrugged her shoulders, though still looked uncertain. “I don’t know. After what I saw, it’s hard to imagine them even eating dinner in the same house. But who knows.” Stepping forward, she stroked Linc’s hair too, playfully poking at his hip to tickle him slightly. “What I do know, though, is that they definitely make cute babies!” 

You smiled and nodded in agreement, deciding to drop the subject. It wasn’t any of your business anyways, the gossip simply kept you and your coworkers entertained through the hours of singing children's songs and chasing around hyperactive toddlers all day. Still, you could not help but think of that damn smile and wink for the rest of the day, even blushing like a little schoolgirl upon remembering Steve calling you pretty. As a twenty year old, you were more used to being called cute if anything at all, and so the compliment coming from a grown man (and a very attractive one at that) meant all the more. 

[dreamyyang]

To All The Boys I’ve Hated — 01

Summary: “What starts with ‘f’ and ends with ‘uck’? Firetruck! Welcome to Camp Firetruck, we hope you aren’t carrying any carrots because the demon rabbits will attack you.”

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Three weeks of summer camp with the seven boys you hated the most was a clusterfuck of chaos waiting to happen.

Warning(s): themes of bullying (here and there), behaviour that really shouldn’t be condoned, cursing, a few questionable life decisions, weird animals and even weirder camp counsellors, author has never been to a camp so spare her if she fucks up

A/N: it’s here y’all

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Your heart ached, its walls clenching in anguish. The pain coursed through your veins like electricity, the sparks concentrated in the cavity in your chest. The light from your eyes had vanished. It had been snatched away from your irises, leaving behind a shadow of its former glow of happiness. Your lips were dry and chapped, the lines on your lips ran deep, but not as deep as your emotional scars—

“Wipe that look of long suffering off your face would you? You look like we’re sending you off to a concentration camp,” your mother said, exasperated.

“But birth giver, do you not see that you’ve thrust upon me a fate that I believe is just as painful—”

Your mother only rolled her eyes, tossing a pile of clothes at you, “Save the theatrics for summer camp, would you? I hear they tell stories every night. You can recite your tragic soliloquy then. Now start packing, you don’t want a late night.”

Your body lazily slid down the side of your bed, limbs flopping onto the floor in response. Your mother smacked you on the back of your head, “You’re dragging the clothes down with you.”

You pouted exaggeratedly, speaking in a baby voice, “Sowwy mummy, pwease forgive me.”

“I’m this close to selling you.”

You huffed, making a face at your mother’s back as she left the room. After sitting on the ground and staring at your open suitcase for what felt like an eternity, you finally got off the floor. You grabbed the clothes on your bed as well as those from the clothes basket your mother had left behind and began packing. Your mind was already trying to come up with ways to get out of going to camp.

To be fair, your mother was sending you to a place where you’d had some of your best memories as a child. You’d spent two weeks of your summer vacation at Camp Firetruck since you were six years old but you stopped going by the time you were eleven. Now going back at sixteen just felt weird to you. Wouldn’t you be too old by now?

Of course, there was a bigger reason as to why you didn’t want to go back to camp but you forced yourself not to think about it. You shook your head, squeezing your eyes shut as you tried to mentally push out your thoughts. It took you a few minutes, but you finally opened your eyes, having been able to move your thoughts to the back of your mind. You stared down at your suitcase for a moment before slamming it shut and zipping it up, as if that was a way for you to keep your memories at bay.

You stood up, a queasy sensation in your stomach making your knees feel weak. You let out a shaky sigh, rolling your eyes at yourself.

“Fucking hell, y/n, it’s not that deep.”

The loudness was unsettling. Camp was far more chaotic than you remembered and you were feeling extremely uncomfortable. There was a flurry of activity around you, campers of all ages were running around, parents were yelling goodbye and telling their demonic kin to behave themselves and the camp’s theme song ‘Firetruck’ played loudly in the background. In the middle of all the life and activity was you, standing stiffly with your suitcase in hand, backpack on your shoulders and a terrified expression on your face.

You were trying to get to the quadrangle where orientation would be held but there was so much going on and you felt so out of place. A hilarious contrast to your previous summers. You used to fit in perfectly. Perhaps that was why camp felt more normal back then, you were just as loud and full of energy as it was— and still is. After what felt like an eternity, you managed to make it towards the front.

Having noticed that you were struggling, a boy with bright orange hair walked up to you, “Need help carrying your bag?”

You shook your head, “No, it’s just that there’s so much going on, I’m scared I’ll hit someone with my suitcase.”

“It’s fine, they’ll just laugh it off if camp is still as chill as I remember it to be.”

“You haven’t been here in a while? Me neither!”

“Yeah, I moved back to Shanghai for a while. That’s my hometown. Well, city. You?”

You bit your lip, refusing to recall the memories that had been in your head the previous day, “I got busy during the summer. So yeah…”

You trailed off before realising that you had yet to introduce yourself, “I’m y/n, by the way. You are?”

The boy tilted his head slightly, “Don’t you remember me?”

You frowned and blinked, “Should I?”

The boy seemed amused as he smiled, shaking his head, “Nevermind. Well, at least we can get to know each other this summer?”

You smiled weakly and nodded. You didn’t get along well with boys, especially those your age, but that was mainly because the boys at your school weren’t exactly the nicest people. However, you were sent to camp because your parents felt you were being too asocial. This could be a chance to break out of your shell and prove to yourself that not all boys were terrible.

He hadn’t told you his name yet and you were about to ask again when a familiar boy walked up to the two of you, “I see you’ve met y/n.”

Park Jisung. What was he doing here at camp? You would’ve expected that his parents would take their little golden boy on some sort of exciting trip abroad. You tried your best not to feel disheartened but your hopes of having a male friend for the first time in years was already making its way down the drain. If he was friends with Jisung then it was unlikely that he was going to like you for long.

Suddenly, the unsettling feeling came rushing back along with a distant memory. One of twelve year old Zhong Chenle shrieking in front of the entire class, “Y/n has boy and girl parts!”

Your eyes snapped from Jisung to Chenle, panic rising in your mind. There was no way you were dealing with this. Not for three weeks. You cleared your throat, preparing yourself to grab your suitcase and make a run for it. All of a sudden, the sharp feedback from a microphone breached your ears, directing yours as well as the rest of the campers’ attention to a familiar bespectacled boy who was struggling with his megaphone. Your palms grew sweaty as you watched in horror.

“Uhm, check? Testing? He-hello?”

There stood one of your biggest nightmares. Clad in the dorky lime green camp shirt and jeans with a cap shaped like a siren with a smiley face. Mark Lee. The tension in your mind built as he continued to fumble with his megaphone. That malicious, soul-sucking wretch who’d be sent from the murky abyss of hell to personally torture. The smiling cicada with chibi eyes could only mean one thing. You were going to suffer.

“Yo campers!”

“Fighting haeyadwae!”

“Mom please pick me up, I’m begging you!”

“No, y/n, what a ridiculous reason! Just because the boys you don’t get along with are at the same camp as you are, doesn’t mean you should leave,” you could practically hear your mother rolling her eyes as she spoke.

“But ma—”

“No! You kids are so ridiculous, you fight all the time and make it hard for everybody else.”

“Ma—”

“Nothing doing, y/n, you are staying at Camp. God, when did you become such a brat? You’ll really use any excuse to stay inside your room like a bat.”

“Seriously though—”

“Natural sunlight won’t hurt you, now get off the phone, I’m driving.”

“Fine, I love y—”

Your mother cut the call because you could finish your sentence. You sighed, you were definitely one of two things: either someone who committed a heinous sin in their past life or an adopted child.

“I’m guessing it didn’t go well?”

You shrieked, surprised by the sudden voice. You spun around, involuntarily reaching out to punch the owner of the voice. However, you just ended up punching air.

“Ouch, that hurt,” Na Jaemin said, sarcastically.

You internally groaned, you were really hoping to avoid interacting with Mark and his friends. Especially Jaemin. Out of the seven devils, he was inarguably the worst.

“Why were you eavesdropping?”

“Why are you being such a baby and crying for your mommy?” He retorted with a grin which you ached to punch off his face.

“None of your damn business,” you snapped before walking towards your assigned cabin, making it a point to harshly brush your shoulder against his own.

You heard him mumble to himself but you couldn’t be bothered to try and listen. You were just fixated on appearing confident as you walked away.

“Channel your inner Hwasa, channel your inner Hwasa,” your mind repeated until you’d reached your cabin.

You swore you could feel Jaemin’s gaze burning through the back of your head but that could just be the self consciousness that he brough out in you. Na Jaemin was easily the most intimidating boy you knew. Standing within even a centimetre’s radius of him terrified you. You fought the urge to behave like the stupid main character from the horror movies you loved and turn around to look at the monster creeping around behind you. You swallowed, your throat uncomfortably dry and your palms sweaty. Before you could reach out to twist the door knob, your cabin mate stepped out, pushing you off balance. Your eyes widened as you caught a glimpse of Lee Jeno, his face mirroring your surprised expression.

Jeno panicked, his arms reaching out to grab you. Thankfully, he managed to pull you back to your feet. Your scalp was less than thankful though, it was burning with pain. Jeno, being the idiot he was, had grabbed a fistful of your hair to keep you from falling. You grimaced, your hands massaging the back of your scalp as you softly hissed in pain. The boy in front of you was still wide-eyed, words spilling from his mouth incoherently. You held up a hand, your face still scrunched in pain, halting Jeno’s unintelligible apology.

To his credit, Jeno looked incredibly apologetic. And slightly scared of what you were going to say; you weren’t a person of few words. Indubitably, you were going to give the poor boy an earful. His friends had teasingly mentioned that he looked like a puppy and he silently prayed that he would look pitiful enough for you to not raise your voice.

Your angry rant never came. Jaemin had strutted up to you with a pleased grin on his incessantly chapped lips, “Getting kinky are we? Gosh, at least do it inside.”

Your glare was quickly diverted to him, much to Jeno’s relief. You were aching to give the both of them a piece of your mind but you couldn’t work up the courage to do it. You hated how weak Jaemin made you feel. Clenching your hands into sweaty fists, your gaze awkwardly darted away from Jaemin to the bright red ‘9’ that had been painted onto the cabin door. You were at the correct cabin but why had Jeno been inside your cabin? Your mind began to race with thoughts. Perhaps him and Jaemin were trying to pull a prank on you. That would explain why Jaemin had been keeping an eye on you a few moments earlier.

Trying your best to muster up the courage to sound harsh, you glanced at Jaemin for a second before speaking, “I’d prefer it if you stayed away from my cabin, Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dumb.”

You could have sworn you saw Jaemin’s eyes twinkle. He jokingly stood at attention and saluted you, “The Tweedle twins reporting for cabin mate duty.”

“Fucking pardon?”

[charmingcentry]

Bechloe One-Shot 3

prompt: i borrowed your notebook and found doodles of me and poems that i think may be about me and i have a crush on you too and now im confronting you holy shit

(highschool au of bechloe and me trying a slightly different writing style)

Chloe Beale is frequently absent from school, usually attending the acapella competitions with other high schools within their district. Being apart of such a merciless singing group, her notebooks lack information required for the redhead to pass her classes. Fortunately, majority of Chloe’s teachers are accommodating, to their student’s schedule, allowing her due dates to be pushed for as long as the redhead needs. However, her Physics teacher isn’t quite kind as her other teachers are, resulting in Chloe having a dangerously low C in the class, nearing to a D and Chloe needs to get her priorities straight.

The bubbly redhead enters her Physics classroom, immediately becoming more energetic from the aroma of an espresso shot that her teacher frequently brews before class. She takes her assigned seat next to an adorable and hot brunette by the name of Beca Mitchell whose busy scribbling a small doodle in her notebook. But, Chloe swears she’s not gay… she’s totally not. She just loves the way her Physics partner says her name so eloquently, the soft scent of lavender and honey that drifts off of Beca, and the way her skinny jeans show off her calf muscles and ah-may-zing ass… okay so Chloe may be a tiny bit gay. Surely it’s not because she spends most of her class time being entranced in the brunette’s beauty or secretly fantasizing going on dates with her now-realized crush. Sadly, she is sure of the fact that her fantasies will never come true.

“Ms. Beale, will you come up here please?” Mr. Rodriguez, the physics teacher, declares. Chloe shoots up and pulls her skirt down a bit once she stands up knowing that there were very perverty hormonal teens sitting behind her. Luckily, her knight in shining armor Beca Mitchell is always there to call them out on their bullshit.  “Yes Mr. Rodriguez?” She asks, really hoping that she isn’t in any type of trouble “Please gather the notes about circuits from yesterday… there will be an exam on Friday about it. I suggest you study to prevent your C- turning into an F. Now go have a seat.”

She sits back down into her cold seat with a frow, totally not noticing that Beca is shooting a sharp glare at the boys who usually holler catcalls at Chloe. Her Physics teacher is extremely blunt, most students at the school love to describe him as “never showing mercy.” She takes out her notebook from the flower-pattern backpack she owns and taps a lead pencil against the desk, pondering on what she should do. Suddenly she is met with shiny navy blue eyes that give Chloe’s a run for their money.

“Hey, uh I overheard you and mister and uh-” Beca pulls out her own notebook and Chloe is blushing like crazy. She’s usually never one to get all jittery or nervous, but around Beca, gay panic ensues. “You can borrow my notes from yesterday.” Beca slides over her black notebook with “gravity n shit” written in sharpie, that causes Chloe to let out a soft laugh.  “You’re sweet, and thank you so much… you might’ve just saved my life right there. Uh, I can return it to you tonight if you want like drop it off at your house or something?” Chloe freaking swears that Beca blushes before answering “Yeah, uh… I’ll text you my address.”

And not only did Chloe earn her crush’s address that morning, but her phone number as well. — The minute she opens the black notebook, she’s astonished to find colorful and well-organized notes within the pages. Beca isn't the person that Chloe expects to be all “bujo” and “aesthetic” with her notes, but the redhead wasn’t complaining… she actually found it quite charming. She immediately flips to the Circuit section of Beca’s notebook and smiles when she finds a many electrifying drawings… remind Chloe to give herself a pat on the back for that pun. She transfers the notes from Beca’s to hers.

She flips to the final page of the notes for the circuit unit, but she doesn’t find any Physics related words nor diagrams… she finds a chibi drawing of a girl dressed in the Barden Bellas uniform with redhead that looks similar to Chloe and oh my god it is Chloe. The redhead’s face flushes with red and pink, heart rate beginning to pick up and her stomach becoming a cage for butterflies. Underneath the drawing she finds what looks like a poem in Beca’s small neat handwriting.

unrealistic there are moments where i catch myself staring staring at the sight of an individual who is so caring an individual who i wished was someone i could share intimate moments and there is an endless list of so many components as to why i fell for you and how you make me soften my eyes drift towards yours often my thoughts begin to race, and my mind starts to chase chase after unrealistic scenarios that will never come true because in the end when it comes down to me and you that’s something that will never occur no matter how much i wish they were

Almost immediately, Chloe connected the dots… perhaps Beca did have a crush on her and the thought of her having a chance made Chloe bounce on her feet. She grabs her phone to send a text message to Beca, particularly one of the poem that Chloe found. Then, she remembers, she has the brunette’s address. Glancing at the clock, making sure it isn’t too late to arrive at her house out of the blue, she grabs Beca’s notebook and demands her brother to drive to Beca’s house. After an immense amount of pleading and a $10 bribe later, they’re driving to the cul-de-sac that is approximatly a 15 minute drive from Chloe’s. They pull up to a baby blue house with bushes of roses surrounding the exterior. Chloe rushes out of the car and rings the doorbell, being greeted by a Beca… with glasses.  “Oh shit, uh hey!” Beca exclaims, immediately removing the glasses from her face  “Don’t you need those to see?” Chloe asks, raising an eyebrow at her Physics partner “I- this is another thing for next time, but I see you have my notebook.” Chloe nods enthusiastically, but before handing it over to Beca, she opens it to the page of the doodle and the poem. She hands it over to the sleepy looking teen and her eyes shoot open.  “Shit! I-…you saw it didn’t you. Ugh, dude I’m sorry I probably seem like a creep now…” Chloe only laughs and shakes her head no “No, I… it’s actually really cute and I just wanted to say… I like you too.” Beca blinks once and her mouth drops “I- you do?” “Ever since I met you Becs.” Chloe grabs a hold of Beca’s hands. “For the longest time.”

The notebook falls to the floor but the two teenagers didn’t seem to care. Chloe glances down at Beca’s lips and back up to her eyes, Beca does the same. Beca decides to close the gap and leans in, parting her lips and closing her eyes, but then she stops. The redhead smiles at the brunette’s nervousness and decides to pull her in, pushing her closer to her body by the wrist. Chloe captures Beca’s lips in a deserved, much awaited, and the softest kiss that the two have ever experienced. Chloe grins in the kiss as well as Beca, the two clacking their teeth together.

“You should really-” Chloe pauses to kiss Beca once more. “Invest in a sketchbook.” Beca giggles.  “Shut up and kiss me.” She mutters into the kiss

Chloe passes the exam with an A that Friday with a new girlfriend by her side cheering her on.

(the poem used in this is an actual poem i wrote when i was very head over heels for someone kekeke)

[enchantedchocolatebars]

Good Omens Chibi Headcanons Part 3

Headcanons for when Chibi Aziraphale and Chibi Crowley interact with each other. (Got inspired by cute chibi fanarts I saw on here made by artists with the usernames asunnydisposish and kimmigawa.) THANK YOU TO @luna-sheep FOR READING THIS FOR ME!👍

Part1: https://enchantedchocolatebars.tumblr.com/post/186828312632/good-omens-chibi-headcanons-part-1

Part2: https://enchantedchocolatebars.tumblr.com/post/186898556182/good-omens-chibi-headcanons-part-2

Chibi Aziraphale and Chibi Crowley:

 • They mainly speak gibberish but they can sometimes say and use english words. Both their gibberish and english sound very cute!

 • Tiny ineffable husbands/friends!

 • Is it dumb luck? Yin and yang? Or the Almighty simply working in mysterious ways? Whatever it was, when Chibi Aziraphale and Chibi Crowley work together, there's nothing they can't do! Size isn't even an issue!

 • They have their own best friend handshake! (It's really cute and it ends with them making a hand heart with each other's hand.)

 • A best friend theme song that fits them perfectly is this! (https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=_jEsOxkT0iw)

 • And the song that describes their relationship is this! (https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=BnTthKo4bLg)

 • Chibi Aziraphale thinks that Chibi Crowley is sooo cool! He also finds him to be really fun as well! The demon has taught him so many fun, new exciting human games such as "tag", "hide and seek" and one game that Chibi Crowley likes to call "playing tricks on the mortals". With that game, the angel didn't mind playing along, s-so as long as the pranks they pulled were harmless and no humans got hurt or injured by them. (Oh, and when playing tag or hide and seek, Chibi Aziraphale had to be really careful cause sometimes Chibi Crowley would get really excited when playing and would end up using his powers which caused a bit of havoc. The demon was oblivious to the destruction he was causing.) Chibi Aziraphale really appreciates Chibi Crowley's kindness! Sure, the demon tried coming off as if he's not, but Chibi Crowley was always doing nice things for his angel friend.

 • Chibi Crowley likes Chibi Aziraphale's good natured personality since having it made it easier for him to tease and tempt his friend. While he enjoyed teasing and tempting the angel, the demon would never take it too far and often did it in a playful way. Chibi Crowley is also really glad that Chibi Aziraphale has a sweet tooth because now he's got someone to share his gummy snakes with! He knows that the angel was book smart due to him spending most of his time in the bookshop with Aziraphale, but he also knew that the celestial being was innocently unaware of certain earthly things. The demon remembers once having to explain to Chibi Aziraphale what a toaster was.

 • Chibi Aziraphale and Chibi Crowley put on a reenactment play about Aziraphale's and Crowley's friendship across the ages! They even wear costumes of the outfits that their big counterparts wore through those centuries. This was their first play so they had to make it something exciting, something classic, something that the audience would never forget! The performance was being held in the backroom of Aziraphale's bookshop. A toy theatre stage was set up on the table and Aziraphale, Crowley, and Chibi Aziraphale's Harry the Stuffed Rabbit plush were the audience. The lights in the room dim and the spotlights shine on the curtain. The curtain is then opened, and the show starts! When saying their lines, Chibi Aziraphale and Chibi Crowley used a mix of both gibberish and english. From the audience, Aziraphale acts like a supportive parent at their child's first ever school play cheering, applauding, and shrieking in utter excitement almost every time his chibi says or does something in a scene. This makes Chibi Aziraphale smile and wave at his big friend each time on stage. "He's so cute and talented, isn't he?" Aziraphale would whisper to Crowley, referring to Chibi Aziraphale. Did Crowley notice little errors, faults, and flaws in the play? Yes but...he just couldn't dislike it. He still appreciated the effort and dedication the two chibis put into it. I mean, the performances themselves weren't too bad, the sets, costumes, music and props seemed alright, and the two tiny entities did look like they were having alot of fun with the whole thing despite the very small audience. His favorite parts had to be seeing his chibi be over the top playing as him. It made him smile and he couldn't help but chuckle at the smaller demon's exaggerated acting. The play itself was just Chibi Aziraphale and Chibi Crowley trying their best to be accurate, but they end up making it their own cute, comedic remake due to most scenes being over the top and exaggerated, them adding in little random things that didn't exactly happen and them having characters who were also in certain eras ( like Adam and Eve, Jesus, Jean-Claude, Shakespeare, The Nazis, the group of thieves and criminals, etc.) as either small toys, small stuffed animals, small cardboard cutouts, chibi sized hand puppets or inanimate objects who they also sometimes had to play as/pretend to be. Some might say that it's impossible for a play to work with only two people in it, but somehow the chibis do, and it's very adorable.

 • Imagine them doing a reenactment of the entire show.

 • Chibi Aziraphale and Chibi Crowley had been to alot of fun places in London before, but their all time favorite place where they had the most fun had to be the fun fair. (The toy shop was their second favorite, the zoo was third and the sweet shop was fourth.) An over-excited Chibi Crowley appears in the book shop one day to show Chibi Aziraphale a really cool poster that he found that showed an advertisement for a fair that was in London and suggests that the two of them go! The demon's never been to an actual fair before, but he's seen tons of commercials for them on TV at the flat and they looked like alot of fun. The angel's never been to a fair before either, but the pictures on the poster did make the place seem like alot of fun. To him, the place looked like one big playground! He agrees to go, and when the two arrive there Chibi Aziraphale is immediately fascinated by everything! Seeing the extremely interested look on his friend's face makes Chibi Crowley smile as he takes the heavenly being's hand and leads him to the attractions. The two have a wonderful time riding the carousel horses/other small mechanical rides and bouncing up and down on the inflatable bouncy castle. After that, they go looking around for more fun things to do. Chibi Crowley spots a haunted house horror ride and gets an excited twinkle in his eye! The demon absolutely adores spooky things! Big spooky fan, him! (He gets it from Crowley.) Chibi Aziraphale on the other hand...not so much. Being that he's easily frightened by stuff, (especially scary stuff) the dark, creepy look of the attraction gave him goose bumps, and at first he wasn't willing to get on. Well, that is until Chibi Crowley somehow tempts him into going on the ride with him. Now riding the ride, Chibi Crowley was pumped, Chibi Aziraphale the exact opposite. On the angel's side, ghosts and ghouls pop up at him in a jumpscare fashion, making a loud, frightening sound, followed by zombies and spiders doing the same on Chibi Crowley's side, then a collection of monsters and other spooky things all around. Each display causes Chibi Aziraphale to squeal in fear while Chibi Crowley squealed in delight. The demon even made frightening noises back at the monsters. After the last display, Chibi Aziraphale is still a little scared, but he's very glad that the ride was finally over. In the house of mirrors, the two chibis were fascinated by the mirrors abilities to make their reflections appear big and tall! When they leave, Chibi Aziraphale and Chibi Crowley both see a photo booth. Excited, they rush inside the booth and take several photos. In the first photo, Chibi Aziraphale and Chibi Crowley smile, a halo filter above the short angel's head and a devil horns filter above the short demon's head with the captions reading "Best Buds!" "BFF's!" and "Literal Angels!" In the second photo, they both flex their muscles, and the caption reads "So Strong!" In the third photo, Chibi Aziraphale laughs as Chibi Crowley hangs upside down, tongue hanging out and eyes rolling crazily. The caption reads "Silly!" In the fourth photo, this time Chibi Aziraphale makes a silly face and Chibi Crowley is the one who laughs. The caption reads "Also silly!" In the fifth and final photo, Chibi Aziraphale smiles and holds up the peace sign and Chibi Crowley grins playfully while holding up bunny ears above the angel's head. Emoji heart filters surround them with a caption that reads "Ineffable babies!" At sunset, at a game booth, a dart is thrown and pops a balloon. A boy with a blue baseball cap has made the throw and ends up winning a prize for his girlfriend. Chibi Aziraphale points to a giant white teddy bear angel and wants for Chibi Crowley to win it for him. The little demon gives the angel a small nod and a thumbs up. He then uses his powers to launch all the darts and pops every single balloon. A loud bell rings and a "winner" sign lights up as Chibi Aziraphale cheers for Chibi Crowley. They win the bear and Chibi Aziraphale gives his demon buddy a big thank you hug. Chibi Crowley tries to hide his smile but can't. At night, the two are taking a stroll. Chibi Crowley was pulling a little red toy wagon that the giant angel teddy that he had won for Chibi Aziraphale was sitting in. As he looks up at the carnival lights, Chibi Aziraphale moves his hand towards Chibi Crowley's hand, gently takes it and begins holding it. The move catches little Crowley off guard, but he quickly smiles when he sees the angel is at ease. Feeling playful, the demon swings his held hand back and forth a bit. The two were heading towards the ferris wheel as their final ride. A fireworks show is in full swing! The sky was filled with them! Chibi Aziraphale, Chibi Crowley, and the teddy bear were sitting together in one of the ferris wheel cars watching the show. Chibi Aziraphale watches the show in complete amazement! This was his first time ever seeing fireworks before. When the angel asks Chibi Crowley what those beautiful bright coloured lights that kept making loud noises in the sky were, the demon says to him that they're called fireworks. He tells Chibi Aziraphale that big Crowley had once told him that fireworks were these giant explosions in the sky, and the reason they exploded was because they contained this stuff that the humans put inside it called gunpowder. Chibi Aziraphale sighs blissfully at the sky. He loves the earth so much, the planet was filled with so many amazing things! He hopes that one day he and Chibi Crowley will get to see all the wonderful things this world had.