#god i hope he wears red crocs now

[battysketches]

chaotic-melody: roy and lian would be nice? Especially bow hunter security dad bod will harper

season three roy will harper is a gift

[asterroidd]

sho the todorki

↬ pairing: shouto todoroki x reader

↬ synopsis: you like him, he likes you. the problem? sho's in the friend zone and so it's up to mina, the resident match maker, and company to give you guys a lil push.

alternatively: sho being a dork, hence the title

↬ warning/s: profanity lol, a lot of second hand embarrassment, two insufferable idiots, idk if this is too ooc of shouto but just take this dorky version of him

↬ note: a fic dedicated to @puredivinity​ that serves as a welcome gift for joining the sho simp club. luv u mara despite all the cursed images i send

    Class 3-A has four unspoken rules:

    Number one: never play music out loud beyond 8 pm (tried and tested by Denki himself, got blown up by Bakugo)

    Number two: don't leave your room at 2 am or a certain grape pervert would harass you

    Number three: refrain from mentioning crocs to Kirishima. Just don’t.

    And number four: never tell you or Shouto that both of you like each other (just for the sake of entertainment)

    It had become customary to not break these four rules or those who dare break it is rumored to have a thousand year duration of bad luck to be passed down generation after generation.

    That said, Mina was fed up with the mutual pining you and Shouto clearly exhibit. For two years she watched both of you shy and fluster with one another. His face beet red while you a fumbling mess. Truly a sight to behold. It was like watching a romance movie in real time, but without the stupid opening track. 

    At first she thought it was cute, it all started one morning during her first year in U.A. You forgot your jacket that day after waking up late and thus have to rush to get on time. Aizawa would have your head if you weren't there in homeroom. So in your idiocy and frantic state, you forgot most of the essential stuff and that includes, of course, a warm jacket.

    Mina watched as Shouto stared at you from across the room.  With tense shoulders as his gaze constantly drift from your form to his jacket. Her mouth curled upwards, interested with the current situation. It was not every day one could see the infamous Todoroki Shouto so nervous.

    She eagerly kept her attention on him, watching as Shouto got up from his seat and slowly made his way to you with shaky legs. Shouto, barely uttering a word, shoved his jacket to you and rushed back to his seat. At that moment, Mina already knew something was blossoming between you and him.

    And so it basically became her life mission to make sure you and Shouto end up with one another. She made the promise two years ago, and yet here you both were, two dorks that has a crush on each other but couldn't confess even if the world ends that very moment.

    Was it difficult to watch? Yes.

   It took all of Mina's entire being to not push his head into yours. She knows the consequences if one breaks the fourth rule. Two years had already pass and graduation is around the corner, she refuses to accept that both of you aren't a couple. As Class 3-A's resident cupid and match maker, she is more than determined to make sure you and him both end up together. Mina would not be inherently breaking rule number four, just gonna give you guys a lil' push with the help of a friend. And that friend is one that possesses an electrification quirk.

    "Okay, what do we tell (____) tomorrow?" Denki asked.

    Shouto looked over his written notes one last time before nodding and giving his answer, "I'll ask them if they want to have coffee."

    "Good! Make sure to?"

    "I'll make sure to keep eye contact and. . ." he halted, going over his notes once more. "And make sure that I'm smiling."

    Denki flashed him a grin. Clasping a hand around his shoulder and lightly patting it afterwards. "Now, don't forget the lesson I've taught you today. It is important that your date goes smoothly with (____)."

    Shouto eagerly nodded, stars dancing in his eyes. His heart clamored inside his chest, beating in a quick tempo comparable to that of allegro. Sweat accumulated on his palm, in which Shouto then hastily wiped it on his shirt. Despite nervousness bubbling inside his stomach, Shouto admits that he is excited to ask you out.  "Do you really think (____) and I would be a great couple?"

    "Of course, dude! Right, Mina?" Denki turned to his friend. She gave him two thumbs-up, giving fuel to Shouto's confidence for tomorrow's event.

    Now that Denki is done giving him an hour-long lesson about asking you out and things to do in a date, Mina was sure everything would go smooth as butter. Like, what could go wrong? Despite Shouto being a dork and foreign to the concept of love, he still has that natural charm that had some swooning for him.

    Though, she spoke all too soon.

    Mina facepalmed, dragging her palm across her face as Shouto stood frozen before you. She and Denki should've seen this coming.

    "(____)," he started, his voice cracking at the end. Suddenly the discoloration and grime in between the cracks of the wall looks interesting. He kept looking everywhere but you.

    You tilted your head to the side, "What's up, Sho?"

    Heavens above, Shouto loves that nickname.

    The male fiddles with the ends of his shirt, his tongue twisting and throat closing which makes it hard to speak. After class had ended, Shouto came up to you asking if he could talk to you somewhere private. He led you to the area behind the gym where no students are on sight. Well, that is except for Mina and Denki who closely followed behind to make sure Shouto wouldn't mess up his chance. The two stayed low, making sure they are well hidden behind the bush nearby.

   This was now the moment; the perfect chance for Shouto to ask you out after practicing his lines over and over again. It was a simple question: ‘Do you want to have coffee with me this weekend if you are free?”

   Should be easy enough right?

    "I- well- uhh. . ." he scratched the area behind his ear. "D-do you maybe want to free?"

    Shouto paled, he'd done messed up.

    "Wait that's wrong—" he took a deep breath. "Are you coffee this weekend?"

    Really? Really Shouto?

    "Shit— wait! Coffee this free??"

    Can someone take this lost child away?

    Denki bit his inner cheek, hands tugging his hair from second hand embarrassment. He had fate on him; had fate that Shouto had rehearsed enough the night before in asking you out. Guess he was wrong.

    "What do you mean by that?" you voiced out. You were beyond puzzled, unsure what to make of the situation. First he asks to speak with you in private, now he's a stuttering mess. Could it be that he's confessing? Asking you out?

    Your heart quickened at the thought. You were ready to say 'yes'.

    "What I mean is uhh. . ." Shouto wished he has his written notes. "Are you weekend for this coffee?"

    "YES!!" you shout without thinking.

    Wait, what? Hold up.

    "Aight, I'm forcing these two to kiss each other." Mina announced. That’s it. She lost hope for the both of you. You and Shouto need professional help. She adjusted her position, ready to get up and intervene. That is until Denki lay a heavy hand on her shoulder.

    "Wait," he motioned his head to you. Mina huffed, sitting down once more.

    "Sho. . ." you start, a soft smile on your face.

    "Y-yes?" damn, Shouto is such a stuttering mess.

    "Do you want to grab a coffee this weekend? I mean, if you are free?"

    He blinked, your words slowly being registered in his brain. There was a buffer, like an old computer processing 10 kilobyte worth of data. His brain was stuck on 78% in the progress bar. Then, it dawned on him; the cogs and gears turning. It took a full minute for Shouto to understand. "I-. . .I’d love to!" he managed to stutter out.

    Welp, at least that did the job. Denki and Mina released a sigh of relief. High-fiving each other despite the obvious fact that Shouto failed his task.

    But hey, beggars can't be choosers. All's well, ends well.

    You can't believe it.

    You have a date with Shouto. THE Todoroki Shouto. The guy you've had a crush on since your first year in UA. The one that swept you right off your feet the moment you laid your eyes on him. The friend that always had your back. With him struggling to ask you earlier, could it mean that he likes you more than a friend?

    You let out a squeal, pressing the pillow flush against your chest. In total, you've replayed the scene from memory for over fifty times already. You couldn't even concentrate in doing your homework. So you thought instead of doing your responsibilities, you opted to celebrate by screaming and running around your room in glee.

   It wasn't everyday you'd get a douse of serotonin.

   You’ve waited for this day since forever. Day dreaming about Shouto being your significant other; holding hands with him, wrapping your arms around his torso, and kissing his lips.

   The thought brought forth another pterodactyl squeal from you.

   Oh gods, what would you wear? Should it be casual? Semi-formal? Formal?

   A wedding dress??

   No one told you a date was this stressful. You groaned, prying opening your wardrobe cabinet to quickly plan out an outfit. You can’t afford to look stupid and, dare you say, cheap when you’re on a date with the most sought after male in UA.

   Meanwhile, Shouto is also panicking.

   “Look man, you messed up once but that’s okay!” Denki cheered him up. “Experience is the best teacher.”

   “I know but. . .” Shouto took one deep breath, burying his face in his hands. “I-. . .I just froze up the moment I was in front of them.”

   “And that’s normal!”

   The moment you and Shouto parted ways, the male immediately went to Denki for some follow up consultation. Sure, he can fight villains face-to-face without batting an eye. Could freeze half of his enemies without a drop of sweat. Unleash an inferno of fire to defeat his oponent. Tolerate a bunch of fans shoving cameras up his face to get a close-up picture.

   But Todoroki Shouto, for the love of god, couldn’t ask you out without freezing in place and become a stuttering mess.

   “Lighten up man!” Denki nudged his shoulder. “Unleash the tiger inside you.”

   “But I don’t have a tiger inside me. That would be anatomically incorrect.”

   “Look—that’s not the—. . .what I mean is—uhh. . .nevermind. . .” the blond struggled with his words. He had to be careful with what advice he throw at Shouto. That man takes things way too literately. “What I mean is, toughen up. Have confidence on yourself. You’ll have (____) falling for you before you knew it.”

   Which will be easy since (____) is a simp for him, Denki thought.

   Shouto raised his fist then clenched it, determination washing over him. He gave one brief nod to his mentor (that is the personification of Pikachu).

   He can do it. Todoroki Shouto could do it.

   He’d go over his lines a thousand times before the date. He’d make sure he is 110% prepared before the weekend. Denki had made a dent in his schedule just to tutor him how to make you fall in love with him. Shouto wouldn’t let this go to waste.

   Yes, this man is prepared and is on a mission he couldn't possibly fail.

   Scratch that, Shouto’s a mess.

   He pulled the end of his sleeves, his legs bouncing up and down. The male bit the inside of his cheeks, was the weather hot or was it just his insides burning up. Shouto couldn’t sleep the night before, his mind kept him up. It was like 17 browser tabs are open, with three of them frozen, and he doesn’t know where the music is coming from.

   Due to the jitters getting the best of him, Shouto arrived at the agreed destination. . .two hours earlier than what was expected.

   Which wasn’t a problem anyway, since you did the same.

   You huffed, doubling over and placing your hands on your knees. You had ran from your house all the way to the cafe just to make sure you weren't late this time. In attempts to catch your breath, you’ve failed to notice your date standing just a few feet away from you. The minute Shouto laid his eyes on you, fire sparked deep within his heart. Someone pinch him and tell this wasn’t a dream.

   “(____),” he walked close to which startled you.

   “Sho! You-. . . you’re early!”

   “So are you. . .”

   Then silence fell between both of you. Talk about awkward. Who’s idea was it to get these two idiots in a date? If anything, both of you should’ve just left it on mutual pining and save it as a story for the grandchildren.

   Shouto cleared his throat, hands scratching the back of his neck. “Well, since we’re both early. Why won’t we enter the café?”

   You nodded, your voice box failing you. Inwardly, you were screaming your heart out. The embarrassment was just too much for you to handle. You doubt that Shouto would want a second date at this point.

   And so you lagged behind him, keeping a feet distance away from the male. You have a hard time looking at him without making a mess for yourself. Blood rushing your cheeks, it was hard to ignore the butterflies fluttering inside your stomach.

   The café was quite small. A handful of potted plants hung outside, the store’s name written in calligraphy, and a few customers visible from the window. The establishment was newly built, Ochako introduced it to you about a week ago. The cheesecake they sell is to die for—it was definitely worth the hefty price.

   A small chime went off as Shouto opened the door. Then it hit you; the strong smell of coffee. You were not a big fan of the beverage, but you’ve got to admit that the scent was pleasant. Without prior warning, Shouto lightly held your hand in his. His thumb gliding over the back of your hand a few times. You took in a sharp inhale, eyes widening at his gesture.

   This is what they do in dates right? Shouto recalled his notes.

   So this is like a DATE date?? Not a friendly date? Somebody pinch me right now, you thought.

   “We should find a table,” he spoke, eyes refusing to make contact with yours. You’ve managed to stutter out an agreement, too occupied with the feeling of his hands. It was so warm—just the way you imagined it throughout the years.

   You could finally die now in peace. Goodbye cruel world.

   Soon enough, you and he are situated on a table near the window. Neither of you dare start a conversation, because god forbid another awkward interaction. Years worth of watching romance series could have never prepared you for such an instance. You wished you should’ve consulted some of your classmates—especially those who have experience in the topic of dating—before coming here yourself. You could try and message them, but you wondered if it would be rude to pull out your phone and ignore Shouto. No, you wouldn’t take the chance.

   “Uh- So how are you, (____)?” he asked, pulling you out of your thoughts.

   “Oh, uhhh—. . .” how does one even speak again? “I’m doing well, I guess. . .?”

   That was lame, (____). Lame.

   “How about you?”

   Shouto was silent, you figured he didn’t hear you so you repeated yourself once again. All the while not looking at his direction. It would be better if you don’t see his face or you’ll turn into a puddle of mess.

   But seconds seem to drag to minutes, and that got you concerned.

   “Sho—“ you cut yourself short, realizing that he was staring at you with a lovestruck expression. He looks at you rather softly, like how one would look at a small pet one happens to cross by while walking. The way Shouto kept his gaze at you made you insecure. Was there something on your face? Hair? Shirt? Oh gods, did you smell?

   You wished that, right then and there, the earth would swallow you whole.

   “Sorry I was just. . .” he faltered in his sentence, gulping down his saliva. Shouto then turned his head to the side, a blush ever so present on his cheeks as well as the tips of his ears.

   "Sorry, you're just—just so cute in that outfit that I can’t help but stare."

   His voice was quiet, barely a whisper but you heard it, ironically, loud and clear. Your hand found its way on your mouth, blood rushing to your cheeks as a result of his compliment.

   “Tha-thank you. . .” you’ve managed to croak out, looking down and fiddling with your nails.

   Just. WOW. You can’t believe it. Never once did Shouto commented on your appearance throughout the duration of your friendship with him. What he did was just. . .just so unexpected from him. You find it hard to believe yourself.

   All these years, you’ve hidden your feelings for him. Trapped it inside a chest and swallowed the key yourself. Him falling for you is comparable to that of pigs flying; it was impossible to happen. Yet both of you sat there, like two dorks, a blushing mess while refusing to make eye contact with one another. For once, maybe this time, you could tell him how you feel.

   “I like you. . .” you voiced out your thoughts. It took you a minute to realize what you've done. You let out a small gasp and directed your attention to Shouto. He was also looking at you, baffled. He went silent, his jaw went slack, and eyes wide open, trying to find the words to reply.

   Oh boi, did you made a mistake?

   “(__—“

   “BECAUSE YOU’RE MY FRIEND!” Your jaw tightened, declaring it all too loudly just in case he rejects you. “I like you because you’ve been a good friend to me.”

   You hope you were doing this right.

   Unbeknownst to you, Shouto felt his heart break into two after hearing your added comment. His shoulders slumped down, sadness clouded his features.

   “I. . .I see. . .” he muttered. “I like you too,” he said after a pregnant pause.

   Your whole face lit up. Now it was your turn to look at him with a baffled expression. There was a twinkle in your eye, is this it? The moment of your life?

   “Because you’re my precious friend.” Shouto plastered a smile on his face.

   Oh. Welp, Mina and Denki tried.

   RIP to both of you, forever pushing the other in the friend zone.

ya’ll want a bakugo version of this? (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.) ✧

[incorrect-julie-and-the-phantoms]

Fanfic trope! Alex/reggie, alex kiss reggie after he says something kinda dumb but very very sweet? Thks!

Thank you for the prompt! I know this isn’t exactly what you were thinking but this little idea popped up into mind and nagged me until it was written. I hope you enjoy!

Hot Dog Engine, Alex/Reggie

Tags: Fluff, College AU, blink and you miss it angst, some pining

Alex’s problem was all Luke’s fault. 

Not that he had done it intentionally. But ever since Luke and Jullie started dating he had been absent from their hangouts, leaving Alex and Reggie to hang out. Alone. 

At first it had been awkward, both of them not sure how to act with each other outside the usual dynamic of their group, but that soon passed. Overall, it wasn’t that different than when it was the three of them. 

Without Luke there to distract both of them, Alex was paying complete attention to Reggie and noticing things that he would have otherwise missed. Like how Reggie had a habit of eating his skittles in color order, and that he had a habit of bouncing a little when he was really excited about something. How his eyes scrunched and his voice got a little higher pitched when he was being defensive. 

At some point Alex realized that he noticed these because he was staring. Staring at Reggie’s fingers, at his mouth while he ate. Staring over at Reggie whenever they were practicing or looking to him first whenever anybody had good news. Staring as he started another argument with him just so he could see his eyes scrunch that way again.

Didn’t take a genius to figure out what that meant.

He wasn’t sure when it had happened, but one second he was just a guy hanging out with one of his best friends and the next he was a guy who was hopelessly crushing on a sweet, oblivious idiot. Alex tried to ignore the part of him that was completely unsurprised.

It wouldn’t have been a problem, but Reggie was everywhere. At some point, Reggie had decided that bothering Alex was his favorite pastime and since then had started seeking out Alex whenever he was bored, always having something he was excited to talk to somebody about. So Alex had to just sit there with his best friend and pretend that he didn’t want to kiss him all the time. It got really hard  That Reggie flirting with every single girl who looked at him didn’t bother him. That it didn’t especially bother him when Reggie flirted with Flynn right in front of him at a party one Friday night.

That it was definitely not the reason he was sulking in the studio, trying to finish the reading assignment that was due Monday.

“Hey Alex,” a voice called out from the other side of the room. Alex glanced up to see Reggie lounging in the doorway. His signature leather jacket must have been too hot for the weather because he was just wearing a pair of slightly baggy jeans and a slightly too small t-shirt with his usual flannel around his waist. 

Alex looked back down at his book without replying, ignoring the way his heart skipped a beat at Reggie’s lazy smile. 

“Aleeeeex,” Reggie whined when he realized Alex wasn’t gonna answer him. “Entertain me I’m bored.” 

Alex chose not to acknowledge him again, turning the page instead. He heard Reggie huff in annoyance at being ignored and Alex repressed a grin of amusement. He was sulking for a reason dammit! He was so distracted with not paying attention to Reggie that he didn’t notice the sound of him walking over until it was too late.

“Oof!” Alex let out a quiet noise of surprise at the sudden weight in his lap. He looked down to see Reggie smiling up at him with an impish grin. 

“Hey,” Reggie winked.

“Can I help you?” Alex asked in mock annoyance.

“Yeah, hang out with me. I’m bored.” 

Alex rolled his eyes and looked back down at his book. “Go bother Luke.” 

“Luke’s with Julie for their six months,” Reggie waved his hand dismissively. 

“How disappointing for you,” Alex said dryly.

“I wanna hang out with you more anyways,” Reggie’s impish smile turned bashful at that. How he managed to look bashful while draped across Alex like a cat was beyond him. 

Even though Reggie had said it many times before, a warm feeling blossomed in Alex’s chest and he couldn’t help the small smile he felt stretch across his face. He hid his face in his book as he felt the warmth spread to his cheeks. Reggie shifted so only his head was in Alex’s lap instead of his whole body. They sat in silence for a moment, Alex pretending to read and that he didn’t notice Reggie’s expectant gaze.

Alex finally broke the silence. “Even if I wanted to hang out, I gotta finish this book by tonight so I have time for practice later.” He hoped that would be enough of an excuse to get Reggie to go away. “I have an exam tomorrow, and I’m not about to give Professor Covington a reason to fail me.”

“His obsession with failing you is kinda weird, huh?” Reggie mused. “Maybe he’s trying to fail cause he wants you to stay with him another year.” Reggie nudged Alex to look at him, eyebrows waggling. “Maybe Professor Covington has a crush on you.”

Alex shuddered and the other boy started shaking with laughter at his own joke. “Please no.”

“If you don’t want to do it you could always drop out and start a company with me.”

“Don’t you think that would be impractical?” Alex replied in a teasing tone. 

Reggie scoffed.  “Course not. I got the whole thing planned out”

“Okay,” Alex laughed, lowering his book, “then what does our company do?”

“Uh…” Reggie reached a hand up to scratch his nose pensively.

“Let me get this straight,” Alex said. He restrained himself from adding ‘which I am not.’ “You want me, a broke college student, to drop out of college with you, another broke college student, to start a company which you have no plan for?”

“Hold on,” Reggie said defensively, sitting up so he and Alex were face to face. “I totally have a plan.” 

Alex’s mouth went dry as Reggie put his face so close to his own, his field of vision narrowing to dark green eyes and lips stretched into a crooked grin. All he would have to do to close the gap would be to lean forward just a couple inches—

“Prove it,” Alex teased, mentally chasing the thoughts from his head as he gently pushed Reggie further away. He had gotten good at ignoring those kinds of thoughts the past couple months.

Reggie stood with exaggerated showmanship. “Well, I am so glad that you asked.” He grabbed the flannel from his waist, tied it around his neck like a really crappy cape, and struck a dramatic pose. “Are you ready for this awesome?” He asked with mock seriousness.

Dork, Alex thought to himself. “By all means Reginald. Blow me away.” Reggie opened his mouth and Alex just knew he was going to hear the biggest load of bullshit ever.

“Well, my slightly taller friend, have you ever been walking down the street and realized that if you didn’t get a hotdog in the next ten minutes you would die?’”

“No.” 

“Have you been looking for an easy way to get meals while on a long car trip that doesn't involve stopping at a restaurant?”

“Still no.”

“Have you ever wondered if you were getting the most out of your vehicle?”

“I don’t have a car Reg,” Alex reminded him. Where was he going with this?

“Well,” Reggie drove forward undeterred, “have I got news for you. Now introducing…” Reggie paused his theatrics to look over at Alex expectantly, “little help?” Alex rolled his eyes and began to give a drumroll with his feet. “Now introducing… the hot dog engine!” 

Alex snorted. “The what?”

“The hot dog engine!” Reggie said excitedly. “On the outside, a regular car. But when you pop open the hood, BAM!” Reggie loudly clapped his hands together, “a hot dog cooker right next to your engine, powered by the same battery!”

Alex started laughing at that. “Reggie, that is so dangerous. You could get oil or battery acid on the hot dogs which would kill you.”

Reggie gasped in offense, “where is your sense of adventure?”

“Must have lost it when I lived past the ripe old age of 18,” Alex said back dryly.

Reggie huffed before readapting his dramatic businessman persona. “Well not to worry, I have plenty more where that came from.”

“Oh goodness please no,” Alex said in mock horror.

“Leashes for fish,” Reggie shot out.

“Useless”

“Crocs that smell like pumpkin spice.”

“Who’s purposely gonna smell them?”

“Pet rocks.”

“Already done.”

“Umbrellas for your shoes,”

“What’s with you and feet?”

Reggie choked on a laugh and stared at him for a moment. Alex was definitely amused by this whole conversation, but if Reggie kept staring at him and saying stupid things that made him laugh they were gonna have a problem. He needed to shut Reggie up somehow.

His friend opened his mouth to suggest his next ridiculous idea, “what about an air cannon that blows out candles for you—hmph!”

The tiny ‘hmph’ of surprise was because Alex had figured how to shut him up, by launching himself across the room and pressing their lips together.

Oh god, Alex thought to himself the moment he realized he was kissing him. He pulled away, stepping back to look at Reggie who was staring at him wide-eyed, frozen in shock. Oh crap, oh god. What did I do? He’s gonna freak out he's gonna hate me he’s gonna—

“Well that just gave me a great idea,” Reggie cut through Alex’s train of thoughts.

“R-Reggie I’m so sorry,” Alex quickly stammered out his apology. 

“Alex—” Reggie tried to speak.

“I shouldn’t have just kissed you like that. I know you and Flynn just started having a thing and that you don’t like me that way—”

“ALEX,” Reggie said more forcefully. Alex stopped his rambling and stared up at his friend anxiously. Reggie took a deep breath, “my idea was that you could just bring your boyfriend to lecture to show Professor Covington you aren’t interested in him.”

That didn’t make sense, “who’s my boyfriend?”

“Well me, if you stop freaking out long enough to kiss me again.” Reggie’s face turned bright red as he processed what he said. “I-I mean if you want to. You don’t gotta um…” 

Alex felt the wide smile on his own face as he processed what Reggie was saying. He reached out and interlocked their fingers together. “Can I kiss you again Reggie?”

“Yeah, that’d be nice.”

The second kiss was so much better than the first. The soft press of Reggie’s lips against his own made the butterflies he had been trying to digest for months fly around his chest for free. The hand that wasn’t holding Reggie’s moved up to cup the back of his head.

Eventually, Reggie pulled away, his breath was a little quicker than before and his cheeks were flushed. Alex felt like his heart was going to beat out of his chest with anxiety and excitement. 

“I should probably tell you that I’ve been wanting to do that for a while,” Reggie laughed.

“Oh,” Alex felt the tips of his ears burn. “Yeah. Uh, yeah. I mean, me too.” 

The answering smile from the boy in front of him was blinding. “Oh nice, does that mean I can be your boyfriend and make Professor Covington jealous?”

“You do know professor Covington just hates me cause he hates everyone right?”

“Alex,” Reggie huffed in annoyance, “you’re ruining the moment.”

Alex rolled his eyes. “Yes, you can be my boyfriend.”

Leaning in for their third kiss was Reggie’s response to that statement, and it was even better than the second.

Then the fourth which was better than the third. Then the fifth that was better than the sixth and so on until they both eventually lost count.

[percyinpanties]

whee happy valentines fellas ♥

my health has been all over the place, so my secret plan of writing a few tiny valentines fics sadly wasn’t doable, but i finished this one at least. i didn’t edit, so there’s most likely typos. it’s... not the best thing i’ve ever written but it’s soft and fluffy and I hope you enjoy ♥

ship: percy/ nico

rating: teen +   words: 2.6k

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Nico still isn't sure how he feels about going for a first day on Valentine's Day of all things, but when Percy had asked him, he hadn't found it in himself to turn Percy down. If it meant getting a shot with the one guy Nico has been pining after for an embarrassingly long time, Nico was perfectly happy enduring the kitsch and romantic expectations that came with a holiday as silly as this. If he is perfectly honest, Nico isn't entirely sure what his own expectations are going into this - or what Percy’s might be - maybe because Nico still struggles actually believing that Percy sees him as more than a friend, or at least wants to get to that point. The point stands though that Percy asked Nico for a date on Valentine’s Day, and even Nico doesn't manage to convince himself that Percy didn’t mean it that way given the romantic nature of going out tonight of all nights.

Percy hadn't actually said all that much about what he planned to do, beyond promising Nico he wouldn't take him to a stuffy, fancy restaurant for boring small talk and overpriced food neither of them cared to eat. It's a small mercy and while Nico is glad they won't be stuck awkwardly sitting across from each other with very little to distract from the uncharted territory between them, only knowing what they won't be doing gives him very little to work with. Of course, Nico could just ask, but he's almost afraid Percy might change his mind about the whole thing after all if Nico pushes it too much. It doesn’t make sense, and Nico is very aware of that, but it doesn’t stop him from staying quiet just in case.

In a stroke of luck, Nico has to work the day of the date - which doesn't only guarantee his evening will actually be free, but also distracts him enough to stop from agonizing over every little detail. He just knows he'd have spent most of the day pacing his room if he'd stayed in his dorm, and even busy at work he still finds enough time to do just that until his shift is done. There's a hundred worries buzzing around his head, most of them entirely nonsensical - from silly questions like whether to put his hair up or down later to the truly worrying implications this date going badly could have for Percy's and his friendship - and thinking it all over for the hundredth time doesn’t serve to calm Nico down at all. If anything, it only increases his anxieties. Nico tries to convince himself that it's just Percy and they'll be fine either way, but given that Percy has never been just Percy for Nico, that line of thinking doesn't get him particularly far either. 

In the end, all Nico can do is fully throw himself into work in an effort to distract himself enough before he does something stupid like cancel their date last minute because his anxiety got the upper hand. It’s a mediocre solution, but it gets the job done more or less and by the time Nico leaves work, he’s more stressed about making it on time than he is about all the ways the date could go wrong.

Nico has just enough time to change out of his work clothes and freshen up before Percy texts him, already waiting downstairs and ready to go. Despite the nervousness now permanently settled in the pit of his stomach, Nico finds himself smiling. He is looking forward to this, has been for days, even if right now it feels like there is a tangible chance that he’ll either spontaneously combust or go into cardiac arrest before the night is done. Nico only allows himself to stall for a moment longer, check his pockets, take a deep breath and tell himself it’s going to be fine before he is out the door and down the stairs. 

When Nico steps out of his dorm building, Percy is leaning against a streetlight right across from the entrance. It's already getting fairly dark outside and Percy, only sparsely illuminated by the cheap yellow bulb above, looks absolutely stunning in the low light. Granted, Nico would think Percy looked good in a ragged trashbag and crocs with tennis socks, but this is different: It’s clear Percy made an effort tonight, all dressed up and put together in a way Nico isn’t at all used to seeing Percy. 

Percy looks up when the door opens, a smile, soft and shy, settling on his face. Nico's heart gives a painful squeeze and if he hadn’t been completely whipped already, this might be the last straw. 

"I would've brought flowers, but..." Percy says in lieu of a greeting and pushes himself away from the streetlight as he trails off, shrugging. 

"Good call." Nico says and steps up to Percy, indulging in the briefest of hugs before he can chicken out. His heart is already beating hard enough that he can feel every thud against his ribcage and as much as Nico tries to get a handle on it, he doubts he stands a chance. "Wouldn't have wanted to carry them around all night. Where are we going, anyway?" 

"It's a surprise." Percy says and the wink that follows turns Nico's cheeks a bright red. As grateful as Nico is for it not being awkward, he also wouldn’t mind Percy being a little less smooth because at this rate, Nico might not make it through the night.

"My car’s parked just down the street, it's not a long drive." Percy adds after a moment and tips his head to the side to indicate where he’s talking about. 

They drive for maybe twenty minutes, talking quietly over the radio, Percy watching the street while Nico mostly watches Percy. There is certainly something in the air, but even so, it’s not nearly as awkward as Nico had feared it might be. Percy makes him feel just as at ease as he always has, and there being more on the horizon that just friends hanging out doesn’t change that. 

The surprise turns out to be an honest to god drive through cinema just on the outside of town. Nico didn't even know those were still a thing, but evidently he was wrong. It's nothing he ever would've come up with, and much better than any of the places he'd thought Percy might take them too. It's cheesy, sure, but not really in a bad way. Unlike going to the movies, they’ll still be in their own little bubble here, just the two of them in Percy's car. It’s more intimate, even though that thought alone is enough to make Nico blush while Percy shows the tickets to the guy at the entrance before they’re allowed to pick a spot. They're lucky to be there early, parking in one of the front rows without any big cars ahead obstructing their view. It’s dark all around them and Nico can barely see into the cars next to them - which means they won’t be able to see much of them either. Somehow that’s a comfort too. Nico doesn’t necessarily want to have strangers bear witness to their date, even if nothing happens at all. 

"So…" Percy starts as he turns off the ignition and shifts in his seat. "I hope this is a good surprise?" 

Nico grins - he's already feeling much more at ease than before Percy picked him up. 

"Depends entirely on the movie you picked." He says jokingly and pulls his legs up to the seat, shifting until he manages to get them crossed under himself. He’s leaning more against the door than he’s leaning against the seat, mostly so he can look at Percy as much as he can look at the (so far unlit) screen up front. 

 Percy is quiet for a moment, his lips pursed, and Nico can’t tell if Percy’s actually worried about his movie choice or only trying to hold back a grin. "My bloody Valentine?" 

Nico laughs. For Percy he’d have suffered through one of the mediocre “romantic classics” theatres screen on Valentine’s Day but this - this is so much better than that. 

 "I love horror movies." Nico says, not even trying to hide his grin. It’s maybe not the obvious choice for a first date, but it certainly feels like the obvious choice for Percy and him.

Percy smiles softly. The expression does something to Nico’s insides, especially when the same fondness shows in Percy’s voice when he replies:  "I know."

Nico has to avert his eyes, because if Percy keeps looking at him like this, Nico might just do something stupid like lean over the console and plant a kiss on Percy’s lips. It’s not the first time tonight that he realises how much thought Percy actually put into this and while it shouldn’t be a surprise that Percy wants this to go well, too, it still catches Nico off guard to be reminded. 

Before Nico can say anything else, the screen up front comes to life and breaks the spell. The pre-movie ads start rolling, audio coming directly from Percy’s car radio. Nico settles more comfortably into his seat  and Percy grabs them some snacks and sodas from the backseat, and whatever line they were toeing a moment ago is forgotten again.

Nico has seen the movie before, and he’s fairly sure that Percy has too, not that he’s going to mention it. Given that the car affords them some measure of privacy, too, there’s nothing stopping them from quietly talking - and honestly, mostly poking fun at whatever happens on screen. Nico wears an almost constant smile on his face, and Percy seems to be enjoying this just as much, eyes moving between Nico and the screen up front every now and again.

Horror movies don’t scare Nico much, especially the 80s Slasher flicks like the one on screen now - but even he isn’t immune to jumpscares and well, if he grabs at Percy because of a particularly surprising spook and Percy takes that as an invitation to hold Nico’s hand, Nico certainly won’t be the one to take his hand away again even if it makes his heart rate double for a few beats. 

By the time the credits roll, Nico feels a little less like a silly highschooler getting nervous over his first crush and more like a completely smitten idiot hovering a foot above ground and he’s not sure if it’s really an improvement. Nico only reluctantly lets go of Percy’s hand when they have to pull out of the parking spot, taking their place in queue of cars getting out of the cinema.

“This was really nice.” Nico says quietly as silence starts to stretch between them. It’s not an uncomfortable quiet, but it’s late and Nico isn’t sure how much more time Percy’s planned to spend together tonight and he wants to say this before he loses his chance.

“You really put a lot of thought into it, didn’t you?” Nico adds and he’s careful to keep his tone curious rather than disbelieving. 

Percy hums, eyes darting from the rearview mirror to Nico and back again. He’s smiling and for the first time tonight, Nico catches sight of a blush spreading on Percy’s face, too.

“Well, yeah.” Percy admits and this time, he’s not looking at Nico but rather keeping his eyes on the traffic slowly weaving together. “I… wanted it to go well, because I… I mean…” Percy huffs, then takes a shaky breath. Maybe he was more nervous than Nico realised until now. “I really like you, Nico.” Percy finally says, and now is face is flaming red. “I didn’t wanna screw up my chance.”

Nico gapes at Percy for a moment, then drops his gaze to his lap, feeling his own cheeks burn, too. Technically, Nico knows that Percy likes him, given that it was heavily implied by Percy asking him on a date on Valentine’s. Hearing it is something entirely different, though.

“You didn’t. Screw it up, I mean.” Nico says before making himself look up again. Percy’s eyes are still on the road, as they should be - and it’s probably for the better too, because Nico isn’t sure he’d be able to hold back from crossing the distance if Percy looked at him with that soft gaze again now. “I had a really good time - I mean, I still do, I guess.”

They’re finally at the exit, and Percy pulls out onto the main street, glancing over for a moment once they’re going straight on the road. 

“Good.” Percy says quietly, softly, and takes his hand off the gear shift to offer it to Nico again. Nico’s heart skips like it’s preparing to leap out of Nico’s chest, but that doesn’t stop Nico from reaching out and lacing their fingers together.

They drive in silence for a few minutes, only interrupted by Nico’s yawns becoming increasingly frequent. Percy smiles at him, looking over every other moment before his eyes are back on the road, and Nico in return doesn’t bother pretending that he isn’t watching Percy just as much.

“I was going to suggest getting a milkshake from the drive through before I drop you off.” Percy says and, almost absentmindedly, strokes his thumb along the length of Nico’s hand. “But it looks like you’re gonna fall asleep before we get there.”

Nico groans before he can stop himself, the thought of ice cream sounds almost entirely too good right now.

“I’d kill for a McFlurry.” He admits, making Percy laugh. Nico squeezes his hand, mostly because he can. 

“McFlurry it is then.” Percy says and there is that fond tone again that Nico doubts he’ll ever get over.

It’s well after midnight by the time Percy parks the car outside of Nico’s dorm building. They walk with fingers laced between them and Nico can’t deny being tempted to invite Percy up with him. There’s no need to rush though, Nico knows that, and he’s dead tired too, so chances are nothing much would be happening tonight either way.

Even so, Nico stalls at the door, not quite ready to let go of Percy just yet.

“Thank you.” Nico mumbles, feeling himself blush again as he looks up at Percy. They’re standing close together, and after a second of hesitation, Nico grabs Percy’s second hand in his free one too, both hands held between them now. “I… I’d really like to do this again. Soon.”

Percy is looking down at their joined hands, stroking a thumb across Nico’s knuckles again before he raises his eyes to meet Nico’s gaze. “Yes, please.”

Nico feels like his insides are putty, like he could just melt and disappear through the cracks in the pavement. Percy is looking at him, fond and smiling and warm, and Nico can’t take it. This time, there is nothing holding him back, and no reason to try either.

He doesn’t let go of Percy’s hands as he steps closer, bringing them practically chest to chest. Percy’s face is turning pink, like he knows what might be coming but still wants to leave the choice to Nico.

Nico doesn’t quite have to rise up to his tiptoes, but it’s a close thing. At first, it’s only a chaste peck pressed to Percy’s cheek, but even that is enough to send a jolt of electricity through him. Nico’s eyes are lidded, they are so close, and when Percy turns his head, Nico doesn’t make himself stay away any longer. He lets his eyes fall shut and presses their lips together. 

Nico has kissed people before, but this feels like the first time all over again. He thinks his heart stops entirely for a moment, before resuming it’s beating with vigor. A shiver runs through him, skin tingling and hair standing up. Nico doesn’t back away when they part, and it’s hardly a second before Percy is kissing him again.

[bqstqnbruin]

Meet the Hughes’

Ok, this was requested over two weeks ago and I have another request that is the same premies with a different boy so it might take me a while to do this.

But hey, as y’all probably know, I’m on track to be a high school chem teacher and even though Pride Month just ended it would be really cool for you to look into charties like GLSEN, which addresses issues surrounding LGBTQ+ students in the K-12 education system. 

I hope you like this! Here is the original request! ________________________

“Ok, but what if they don’t like me?” you say, running around the apartment looking for your bag. You know you put it somewhere in the living room so that you could grab it and just leave when Quinn came to pick you up. 

“They like Jack and you’re better than him.” He leans back further into the couch cushions, figuring the two of you would be here for a while. He had to admit, watching you run around in that dress of yours was not something he was about to complain about. 

“But they have to like him, that’s your brother.” You start to bend down to see if one of your roommates slipped it under the coffee table; they had a habit of taking anything in the room and shoving it down there with the rest of the candles, miscellaneous remotes that you had no idea how to use but wouldn’t get rid of, and other random shit. 

“Babe, relax.”

You shoot up and look at him. “Has there ever been a woman in your life who has responded well when you told them to ‘relax?’ And can you please get up and help me find my bag, I don’t want to be late! That’s an awful first impression!” 

He gets up, pulling you off the floor and grabbing you into a hug. Out of stubbornness and sheer anxiety you leave your arms by your side. “Point taken.” He pushes his upper body away from you so he can see the pout you have on your face. “But, trust me. I wouldn’t even think of letting you meet them if I didn’t think they would love you more than they love any of the three of us.” You finally pull him back in for a hug. You’ve never been in a serious enough relationship where you had introduced him to your parents or he had introduced you to his. Knowing that they could literally tell him they don’t like you was stressing you out more than anything. 

“I just want them to like me.” 

“They will love you. But I think you put your bag in the kitchen.” 

“Why didn’t you tell me that!” you screech, pulling away from him to go find it. 

“Because you look so damn good that I just wanted an excuse to look at you.” 

You look up at him, debating if you should be mad or flattered. “You’re lucky I like you or I would have to kill you,” you deadpan, knowing he would burst out laughing like he does. He lets you go to find that your bag was sitting on the kitchen table, not where you remember leaving it, but who cares as long as you found it? “Ok, should we go?” you ask, taking his hand as he leads you out the door. 

The entire ride to the restaurant where you were meeting Quinn’s family, he did everything he could to try to calm you down. First, he put on your favorite radio station. When that didn’t work, he let you take control of the aux, which he almost never lets you do because he doesn’t like the nostalgic 2010s teenage girl pop that occupies your playlist. When that didn’t work, he had you find a song you both love, Dream On by Aerosmith, for you to blast and sing poorly and loud until you get to the restaurant. You couldn’t help but laugh as Quinn tried and failed to hit Steven Tyler’s high notes at the end of the song, the veins in his neck popping out as he tried to hit the note but ended up sounding like a screeching cat. 

“Feeling better?” he asks, smiling as he pulls into the first parking spot he can find. 

“Still nervous, but at least I’m not jittery.” 

“I promise, you’ll be fine. Just be yourself,” he reassures you, taking your hand and leading you in. His parents and youngest brother were already at their table, all in town to see Quinn play, Jack playing and traveling throughout the weekend unable to make it. “Hi,” he says, kissing his mom on the cheek, hugging his dad and Luke, “This is Y/N, my girlfriend.” 

You smile as his parents get up to greet you, “Hi, it’s so nice to meet you!” you say, trying not to let the nervousness get the best of you as his mom wraps you into a hug. You weren’t ready for it, but it was weirdly calming for you as she gushed about how happy she was that she could finally meet you while his dad stood behind her to just shake your hand. 

Everyone sits down, you, Quinn, and Luke on one side with Jim, and Ellen facing you. Your leg starts shaking out of nervousness, Quinn’s hand finding your thigh under the table to try to get it to stop. His parents start talking to Quinn about his season so far, all the nerves melting away as his hand stays where it is. They finally turn the conversation to you as the food arrives, asking you about what you do, your family, all the basic stuff you would ask someone to get to know them. 

“Do you have any siblings?” his father asks you between bites of food. 

“I have an older brother, but I also grew up surrounded by a lot of cousins on my dad’s side.”

“Sometimes I wish I had a girl,” Ellen says, her eyes fixed on her pasta.

“Wow, thanks, mom,” Luke says, you and Quinn bursting out laughing. 

“What she really means is that she wishes you were a girl. You were her last chance,” Quinn says, playfully shoving his brother in the arm.

“You’re only saying that because you’re such a mama’s boy.” 

“I’d rather be a mama’s boy than have her wish I was a girl.”

“What’s wrong with being a girl?” you ask. Quinn turns back to you, looking between you and his mom. His eyes are wide open, his face turning bright red. He keeps opening and closing his mouth like a fish trying to figure out what to say while his dad and brother can’t stop laughing at the hole he just dug himself into. 

“Go ahead, Q. I wanna hear this too,” Ellen eggs him on.

“Uh, well. I believe there are pros and cons to, uh, either gender,” Quinn stammers. He keeps babbling for a few minutes, trying to find a good enough reason for you not to be mad at him.

“I would just stop while you’re behind. It doesn’t look like you’re going to get ahead,” you say, patting his leg. 

His dad can’t stop laughing, “She’s a good one, Quinn.” Quinn looks at you and smiles, taking your hand on the table and kissing you on the cheek as his mother gushes over the two of you, causing both of you to blush. 

“Please tell me you have some sort of embarrassing story about him,” Luke begs, practically bouncing in his seat.

“I don’t think he could be any more embarrassed than Jack posting the picture from Easter where Quinn is wearing his Crocs,” his dad says.

“Oh, my god. Those Crocs. When he invites me over I won’t go into his place unless those Crocs are away. I have such bad memories with crocs that I can’t stand them now. But -”

“Wait what happened to you?” Luke interrupts you.

“No, we’re embarrassing Quinn right now, not me.” 

Luke’s eyes go wide, his mouth open, “Do you know the story?” he asks Quinn. 

“No, this is supposed to embarrass Quinn, not me,” you say again, holding back laughing. 

“Dad, how much trouble would I be in if I told this story?” Quinn asks.

“If you lived together, you would be sleeping on the couch tonight,” he shrugs. 

“Then this is the only time I’ll be saying that I’m happy we don’t live together,” Quinn says, turning towards his brother, “When she was little, she was running through a parking lot one night and tripped and tore her knee open.”

“Ok no, it’s worse than that. I was with my mom for some meeting she had to go to, and I tripped over a curb that was painted black and unlit. I had to have surgery for my knee!” 

“Yes, but. You tripped because you were wearing Crocs.” 

“Which is why I hate them. If I had on a better shoe, that never would have happened. But,” you say, Quinn knowing exactly where you’re going, “I still get to embarrass you.” 

“Please, no,” he begs, his hand back on your thigh.

“The pasta incident?” 

“I already know that I raised you better than whatever it is she’s about to say,” Ellen says, her eyes closed as she shakes her head in premature disappointment.

“So he was over my place for dinner one night when he didn’t have a game. My roommates and I had some friends over so we were all making some food, I was making a pasta dish. I’m in my room, finishing getting ready and I asked him if he could start the water boiling so the food would be ready when everyone got there.

“I’m just finishing up getting dressed and I hear him calling my name, so I go and check on him right?” you tell them, Quinns face getting red with embarrassment, “He goes, ‘should I smell gas when I turn the stove on?’ And I just look at him and I go, ‘It’s a gas stove. If you smell a little gas when you turn it on, that’s fine.’” Luke has already lost it, Quinn still has his hand on your thigh, knowing that he had this coming, while his parents just look at him and try not to laugh. 

“But, it gets better. I tell him once the water starts to boil to put the Angel Hair pasta into the pot and then cover it and I can take care of the rest. I finish getting ready and I’m assuming that if he hasn’t called me then that means that everything is going fine, which I should not have. I finally get back into the kitchen and he’s standing there with a try piece of pasta that is on fire,” you finish as his parents finally give in and start laughing. Even though he hates that story, he can’t help but smile at you, you reciprocating. “And what did you say to me when I asked why you did that?”

“I wanted to see if it would catch on fire,” he admits in a small voice, his family erupting in laughter. 

“It was something thin and frail in an open flame, babe. What else did you think would happen?” you say, placing your hand on top of his. He leans over and kisses your cheek again. He already knows his parents love you. Anyone who can make them laugh is someone they love, even if it does involve embarrassing their son. 

You look at Quinn’s parents who are beaming at the two of you. “She’s probably the only girlfriend of yours that I’ve liked, Q,” Luke says into his food, his parents nodding along in agreement.

“I’ve liked the other ones, but I like her the best,” Quinn says, taking your hand in his and kissing it . You can’t help but blush as all the worry that you had about meeting his family has melted away. 

The rest of the dinner went great. It felt like they liked you; any time you tried to make them laugh, they did, they didn’t seem to mind Quinn showing affection towards you, they shared stories about Quinn and Luke growing up that you loved. You just hope they actually liked you. What if they were faking everything? Judging by what you know about Quinn, you didn’t think they actually would, but there’s also a chance they’re really good actors. 

At the end of the dinner, you’re back to being a little nervous, but at least you had fun, right? Once you’re in the car, Quinn starts gushing, “Oh, my god, they loved you!” 

“You sound a little shocked considering you’re the one you who was saying they would from the start.” 

“Well, yeah, but I think they like you more than they like me?” he says as his phone starts buzzing with a text from Luke, “Wanna read that for me?” 

‘She’s great, Q. We all love her.’ You can’t help but blush as you read it out loud to him, the smile on his face as big as it can be.

“I told you! They love you. I love you.”

“I love you, too.” 

[aifastic]

Winning Lines

The @talesofteufort zine has been shipped, and the PDFs sent! Thank you very much to everyone who contributed. I’m very glad to have been able to participate in this project; it was a wonderful experience and it’s been great working with everyone aaaa ♥

I’m really happy to share my piece for the zine! I really hope you all like it ♥ (Read it below the cut)

Title: Winning Lines Words: 1845 Warnings: None Summary: BLU has a drawing contest. Demo just wants his magazine back.

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“ARE YOU MANN ENOUGH TO DRAW THIS BETTER THAN US?”

The header caught BLU’s Demoman’s attention. He’d been reading the latest issue of Hat-Wearing Man when he found the ad at the bottom of one of the pages. There was a somewhat simple drawing of a monkey in a spacesuit. “If you draw Poopy Joe better than our extremely talented artist, we’ll give him the boot—and kick his ass in the process! And your picture will be the new image of our project and you, our lucky friend, will win nothing less than $700 dollars!”

“Huh, it doesn’t look that hard…” he said, pensive. Suddenly, the magazine was snatched from his hands. “Hey!”

“Ohohoh, what’s this?” Scout said, grinning at the magazine. “Hey, I’d win this in the blink of an eye!”

“Oi! Get your own!” Demo took the magazine back. “I’m gonna try this. Mum will love the extra money,” he added to himself.

“Pffft, no way, it’s a waste of mail money, pally. If someone should participate, that’s someone who actually has a chance.”

“Heh.”

They turned around to see Sniper in a corner, grinning.

“What’s your deal, Long Legs?”

“Shut up, ya scoundrel. If anyone has a chance here, it’s me.”

“Oh, yeah?” Demo asked. “Where’s your credentials, mate?”

“Don’t need any,” he said. “Quiet kid, hours at the back of the classroom sketching the teacher being eaten by a croc.” He grinned. “It should be easy as cake.”

“Oi, do ya remember the magazine is mine?”

“I agree, though—the chance should be for whoever’s got the talent.”

Demo sighed. “Aye, alright. But I’m not gonna just give it away.” His face lit up, an idea coming to his mind. “You’ll have to beat me for it.”

“Huh?” Both mercenaries stared at him quizzically.

Demo grinned, eye glinting.

“Let’s have a drawing contest.”

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They emptied the kitchen table in order to make room for their sheets of paper, pencils and pens. In the meantime, they threw evaluative gazes at each other, competitive strike flaring up.

The rest of the team slowly wandered to the room to find out what was going on.

“What is noise?” asked Heavy, scratching his chest. Medic, who was right behind him, had just closed it, having found himself too distracted by the ruckus to continue his surgery.

“We’re about to find out who’s gonna win 700 dollars!”

Medic perked up. “I am in. What is the bet?”

“We’re not betting, mate.” Sniper showed him the magazine’s ad. “It’s a contest.”

Medic’s smile turned dangerous. “Even better.”

“Heavy is in, too.”

“Aw, come on, guys! It’s not as if you’re gonna beat me!”

Heavy threw Scout an unimpressed look. “It is fun. I want extra money. I am in.”

“Alright, alright, mate. Sure.” Demo handed them both some extra sheets of paper they'd brought just in case.

Medic excused himself to go search for a couple of pens. On his way out, he almost crashed onto Soldier.

“Ach, watch where you’re going!”

“I need sustenance, maggot! And you’re on my way!” He shoved Medic away, making him stumble on the way out. A couple of German swears could be heard from the corridor. “Hello, everyone!”

“Oh, don’t tell me you’re gonna get in too,” Scout groaned.

“In what?” Soldier inquired, tilting his head. Demo showed him the magazine’s ad.

Engineer peeked over his shoulder.

“Oh, a drawing contest?” he said, looking at it with a fond smile. “Heh. It’s been a while since I tried my hand at one o’ those. But I thought they allowed only one entry per ad?”

“That is point,” Heavy said. “We are fighting to get chance to earn money.”

“Oh…” Soldier grinned. “I’m in, maggots! I actually studied art with Kickasso.”

Everyone stared at him.

“Sure, mate,” Demo said, patting his back and attempting to lead him into the kitchen.

“You don’t believe me!” Soldier looked at everyone. Engie shrugged. Scout picked at his nails, and Sniper scratched the table distractedly. Heavy’s eyes said it all. “I will prove it to all of you!” And he headed to the table, snatching a paper sheet from the pile.

Demo brushed a hand across his own face. “I hope Medic brings enough pens.”

“I’ll go for mine,” Engie said. He added, “And I’ll go look for Pyro; they’ll love this.”

Scout groaned. “Anyone else? Maybe Saxton Hale?”

Spy’s laughter can be heard from a corner of the room.

“Oh, this is priceless. I wasn’t going to butt in, but this looks like too much fun to pass on the opportunity.”

“The opportunity to what?” Scout said, miffed.

“You’ll see,” he said with a glint in his eyes. “Besides, you need a referee, don’t you?”

“Ugh,” Scout said, bonking his head on the table.

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Everyone looked at each other from their respective places. Scout’s leg bounced nonstop; Sniper picked unconsciously at his pencil. Heavy’s grip on his pen was strong enough for Medic to worry about it breaking.

“Alright,” said Spy. “You have to draw…” He squinted. “Poopy Joe, following the ad’s instructions; the best artist wins. The rules are: no interfering with anyone’s drawing. No kicking under the table. No destroying anyone’s drawing. No rising up from the table until all this is over. No showing your drawing until everyone is finished. Understood?”

Everyone nodded. Pyro hummed happily.

“Excellent. So, on the count of three: One, two… Three!”

Scout’s pen tore onto the paper. “Shit! Do you have a spare?” Spy handed him one. “Thanks,” he muttered.

The truth was, Scout wasn’t that confident of the fact he was going to win. When it was just him and Demo, he’d been sure he’d win to the unsteady hand of a drunk man. And Sniper was all bragging anyways. But Medic? He’d probably drawn lots of skeletons and stuff at college. And Engineer’s schematics always look exactly like the finished product. Shit. And—did Soldier really paint with Kickasso? Nah, he shook his head. He didn’t think so. Heavy was a wild card, though.

But he had to try anyway! He couldn’t back off now. So he put his all into it.

Engineer turned his sheet of paper down. Hell! That was fast. He tried to concentrate in the lines that formed Poopy Joe, and emulated them the best he could. Damn, his hand was sweaty… He hated drawing. His cousin had always been better at it, and it pissed him off even now, far from home.

He slapped his drawing on the table, face down. “Done!” He looked up to see everyone had finished. Crap.

“Alright, then,” said Spy. “Let’s see what you came up with.”

“Come up with?” That had many meanings, but the way Spy said it… “What do you mean?”

“The challenge was to improve on the design of Poopy Joe drawn by the artist, not to copy it.”

“Oh, darn,” Engineer said, showing a perfect copy of the Poopy Joe logo. Holy shit. “Guess I got a bit carried away. I’m more used to copying stuff, ya know.”

Soldier snickered.

“Let’s see what you did, Soldier boy.”

“Alright! Look at it and weep!”

He showed them all a mess of lines with dots in seemingly random places.

“Soldier, that’s…” Scout got elbowed by Demo. “That’s cool. What are… those?”

“Those are his eyes!” Oh, God.

“Let’s see Demo’s!” grinned Soldier, confidently.

“Ach, you know I’m no artist, mate,” he said, showing his drawing. It was… Actually, it was pretty decent. His drawing had a cartoonish style that drew everyone’s eyes in.

“Interesting,” said Spy, nodding approvingly.

“Demo did great job,” Heavy said, crossing his arms.

“Aw, thanks, mate.” Demo shrugged it off, somewhat flustered. “What about yours?”

Heavy showed his drawing. It was simple, a single line delineating the silhouette of the monkey astronaut. It was stylish, though it was difficult to guess what it was at times.

“Wonderful, mein freund!” Medic clapped, and revealed his. It was… Oh, my god. “I might have put a bit too much emphasis on his organs.”

“Next!” yelled Scout, tearing his eyes away from the gory drawing. Shit. Now he had to show his. Alright. You can do this, he told himself.

He turned the page face up.

“Mate,” Sniper said.

“Oh, buddy, we made the same mistake.”

“Y’know? I saw RED’s Scout draw once and I secretly thought we were doomed.”

“Oh, shut up!” Scout said, face beet red. It was true, he’d tried to copy the drawing, like Engineer did. And his lines weren’t as sure as Demo’s or Heavy’s. Shit. He screwed up big time.

“It’s good overall, mate,” Sniper said. “You just need more confidence.”

Scout flushed. “What about yours, Mister Expert?”

Sniper grunted, and showed his drawing. Oh, wow. It was really good! The monkey looked like it’d come out of the page and tear them apart. He felt as if he would be able to touch its fur.

“Wow, Slim! That’s one helluva good drawing!”

“Thanks,” he said, grinning. “I told ya: quiet kid.”

“Where is his spacesuit, though?”

His face dropped. “Aw, hell.”

“Hmmmph!” Pyro yelled, pointing at their sheet of paper.

“Alright,” Spy said, grinning along with Engineer. “The moment of truth has come.”

“What do you mean—?”

Holy shit.

The drawing was astounding. The monkey looked cartoonish enough not to look real, but in a way that made the drawing look alive. Everything was there, and in wonderful detail: The space-suit, the stars… Even an additional full moon in the background that was a perfect circle.

“Holy shit, Py!” Scout said. “How did you do that?”

“Hhmph?” Pyro asked, pointing at the moon. Everyone nodded. Pyro mumbled happily, grabbing another sheet of paper, and drew a classical Greek style face, then erased the rest of its features little by little until they got a perfect circle.

Oh, for the love of—

“Well, it seems we have our winner,” said Spy, handing Pyro the magazine. Pyro clapped with glee, running off with it.

“Aw, man. That was totally unfair. You knew this would happen!” Scout pointed to Spy accusingly.

“I had my suspicions,” he said, grinning.

“Hey, maggots,” Soldier said, sniffing. “Is that smoke?”

They all turned around to watch Pyro as they set the magazine on fire.

“Ach! My magazine!” Demo ran and stomped on it. However, many of the pages, including the drawing contest ad, didn’t make it. “Hell. Why, mate?”

“Hmmphmmphmmph!” they said, pointing at everyone in the room, then at their drawings. Then they clapped.

Everyone looked at each other, and found a common understanding. Who knew what Pyro said? But they had the feeling they meant they were all winners today.

“So it was a huge waste of everyone’s time. Fantastic,” Spy said. “Entertaining, though.”

“Shut up, Spy, we were having a moment,” Scout said.

And yes, indeed. Because even though Demo lost his magazine, he left the room with a good feeling inside. And he was sure that the rest felt the same way.

Poopy Joe’s artist could keep his job for another day.

[katsukikitten]

Once upon a time

A/N welcome to day three (almost day four. Nothing like procrastinating) of Kitten's valentines day event. Here is a request by anon for a cinderella au with those horrid red crocs. I tried blending seriousness with a touch of comedy (God knows I specialise in angst) hopefully it comes off well. Bone apple teeth.

The ball to find your prince was tonight. A long awaited night as you brush your hair staring into the vanity. Lips and cheeks painted with light pinks with a blush dress to match. The dress acting as a preview for what is to come, a mock wedding dress if you will. Elegantly and obnoxiously long train, paired with the classic princess ball gown that flairs at your waist.

Heart pounding in your chest you stand waiting in your glass slippers, hair braided and pinned half up and half down to frame your face as it trundles down to your delicate shoulders.

"And now for our lady of the night, Princess Y/N!" A quick gulp before you step through the opening doors, smiling brightly at the throngs of men who have attended all wearing masks of blinding colors in hopes to be seen.

To be remembered.

Your night is spent mostly whisked around in nauseating circles handed off from man to man. You go from two toned hair, to a blabbering bright blonde, passed off to a jaded eyed man before you're head is spinning.

The jade eyed man is, how can you put it nicely?

Well you can't he's boring. An utterly ball of nerves boring. His hands are slick with sweat and he can barely hold eye contact to save his life as he says sorry every step of the dance despite not making a single error.

"May I?" A smooth voice inturrpts the emerald eyes apologies. You drink in the handsome man in stunning deep red that makes his gem eyes pop. Finaly excited for the first time tonight.

"Y...you may." He stammers passing your hand to a calloused hard working hand. A feeling you are unused to as most of the other men's hands were smooth. His other hand finds the small of your back as he sweeps you into a pleasantly slow paced dance.

"Your name my dear?" The first you've asked for this whole night. He smiles a sharp toothed smile as his velvet voice caresses your before agitated nerves.

"Ejirou." A shiver runs down your spine as you fixate on this stunning broad shouldered man.

Another turn before you notice that he has swept the two of you onto one of the many balconies just off of the hall.

"Ah look at the moon over head Eijirou!" He hates to admit that he loves the sound of his name on your lips. He bites his own trying and failing to remind himself that he does not truly belong here.

But a night with a beautiful princess is all he ever wished for.

You brace yourself agaisnt the railing as you stare into the face of your favorite celestial body. All the while ruby eyes watch your dainty form.

"Isn't it beautiful?" You sigh melting as you swoon over your first love. Eijirou places his hand on the balcony around you, pressing his hip to yours.

"No where near as beautiful as you." He breaths, leaning down to kiss feather soft lips. Rough hand pulling a slender waist impossibly closer as he deepens the kiss.

Bells chime overhead causing him to gasp out.

"Its midnight." He sounds panicked as he tries to take a step back. Eyes frantically looking for the exit.

"Why yes," You blink confused, hand clutching his blood red lapel, "But the party is until sunrise."

"I've got to go. Now. I'm sorry." He says as he rushes away while you're right on his heels.

Although he is much faster and much more hardy than you. You stop to catch your breath as he rushes down the endless stairs in front of the castle.

"Eijirou how will I find you?" He stops short at your request turning ever so slightly, disappointment and sadness well in his eyes as he answers.

"You can't." Another chime rings out sending him into a full on sprint as one of his blood red dress shoes fall wayward on the long stair case. You rush to clutch onto the shoe another chime rings out and by some magic the deep crimson dress shoe distorts into something horrifyingly grotesque.

A birght red slipper with holes and a band that would sit atop the heel or the top of the foot depending if one wanted it to be in "sport" mode or not.

You scrunch your nose especially after seeing little charms of different shapes and sizes ranging anywhere from a fire truck to the classic cartoon meat bone.

"What the fuck?" You murmur to yourself as you look over the odd shoe, debating if it would be worth it to attempt to find the handsome man with terrible taste in footwear.

A flash of ruby red burns hot in your memory as you stand calling off the rest of the ball to summon your best scouts.

"We will go over the entire land to see who fits this shoe!"

True to your word you spend countless weeks that bleed into months exhausting all resources to find your prince charming.

Men across the nation line up outside of their homes in hopes of fitting the red shoe. Some men spy the shoe and turn inside, while others step out in a clearly immitated bright red holed filled slipper.

Still your search is fruitless as you begin to run out of both men and houses to check. You stand in front of your last house for the day as two men rush from the door as a window shutter is slammed shut overhead.

"Princess!" They sing song in unison, "We brothers are the owner of the shoe!"

Your eyes rove over a bright blonde male and a short purple haired boy whose eyes pop from their sockets as they stare at your form. Even as you're wearing pants.

"Hmmm, my prince to be had red hair." You state, "Men we are mistaken let us leave at once."

"W..wait your highness, you have not even tried to place it on our feet yet! At least give us that much." They beg as you pinch the bridge of your nose.

"Fine." With a snap of your fingers the horrific item is presented to you atop a velvet black pillow. You grab onto the item and place it to where a foot can be slipped in.

The blonde tries first, his toes poking out through some of the holes, popping out a fire truck charm as he attempts to shove his foot in.

Immediately you withdraw to present the shoe to the small boy. His foot barely fills the slipper causing a great sigh to leave your lips.

Tears threaten to spill over as you think that you may never find your one true love. You place the slipper back onto its pillow before you begin to climb the stairs to your carriage.

"Princess wait!" That velvet voice you had grown to love shouts as your frantically look for the source. He comes out in tattered clothes, soap suds clinging to his elbows as stains litter the cloth.

All the while the other two men are dressed in finary that could rival your own.

You look down to see he is wearing what must be the other slipper. As more of those ghastly charms twinkle in the dying light of the sun.

"Ah this is just our step brother. Please pay him no mind." The blonde says before elbowing him harshly, "Get back into the house you idiot!"

He clutches the scrub brush in his hands, ruby eyes glancing between you and his evil step brothers. He turns on his heel only for you to shout, fearing you may lose the man of your dreams again.

"No, he will be sized by the shoe. Should it fit he is mine to wed." The slipper is brought back to you once more, delicate hands wrap around the bright material as the red head presents his foot to you.

The God awful footwear fits and tears of joy stream down your face.

"E...Eijirou is it really you?" He nods shyly, embarrassed that he is in essentially a potato sack compared to what he wore the night he met you.

It was all with the help of an angry godfather who loomed in the courtyard the night of your ball.

"So you're just gonna let these assholes tell you you can't go?!" The Godfather had yelled, fingers popping with magic.

"Don't be a bitch." He bites out, turning a rotting carcass into a stunning white horse, "You're going and that's final."

Popping hands burning through Eijirou's tattered rags. Just a Phoenix something new rises from the ash. A beautifully tailored suit adorned with a bright red mask glimmering in the night like sparkling rubies.

"But you have until midnight to get the hell out of there." The GodFather snarls, "What are you waiting for a fucking invitation? Go kiss the damn girl! Just remember I said midnight and don't fuck this up."

He had left after that in an oversized explosion leaving nothing behind but the smell of sweet burning caramel.

Eijirou silently thanked the Godfather as he spun his princess around, cheeks burning from smiling so hard and feet sheathed in firetruck red crocs.

And they lived happily ever after.

[misc-headcanons]

Hello. I’m the anon from a previous request with crocodile and a feminine male reader (who is scared of sex because of some past traumas) and I wanted to ask if it would be possible for you to write a second part of that scenario? Maybe with nsfw and fluff of their first time. Thank you in advance p.s. You really deserve all this followers, not only your writing is so good but you also seem like a genuine and kind-hearted person. So thank you again for everything you do on this blog.

(AAAAAAAAA I LOVE YOU ANON, THIS IS SUCH A SWEET MESSAGE! I’ve never written any ns.fw mlm content before, so I enjoyed writing this and trying something completely new. It’s one of the longest things I’ve written for this blog, and I’m very excited/a little nervous to finally show it off. I hope you--and everyone who wants to read this--enjoy it :D)

Link to part 1 of this scenario: https://misc-headcanons.tumblr.com/post/189761332135/hello-i-was-wondering-if-you-could-write-a

Crocodile/M!Reader: Vulnerable (2/2)

As their kisses and embraces lasted longer and longer, they became more passionate as well. The gentleness of ____'s lips against Crocodile's skin had gradually become more confident and had more force behind them as Crocodile snaked his arms around his waist to close the gap between the two of them. His hook gently dug into ____'s clothed side and when he felt ____'s lips caressing his jawbone, and then his neck, a shiver ran down his spine. When Crocodile moved to return the gesture and kiss ____'s neck and earlobe, he heard his lover sigh as he leaned back to let Crocodile's mouth explore even lower. 

Unfortunately, ____ had leaned back a bit too far; he slipped back in his seat and started to fall, breaking the kiss as he let out a small gasp of surprise. Crocodile's reflexes kicked in and he caught ____, and then steadied the table with his other arm before the empty glasses could tumble onto the floor. He managed to keep one of them falling but the other glass landed on the rug, staining the expensive-looking carpet with a few of the last dregs of wine inside.

 ____ froze up, horrified and ashamed of ruining a rug that was no doubt extremely expensive. A creeping, sickeningly familiar feeling of panic left his face tingling as he stared wide-eyed at Crocodile. "I-I'm sorry," he stammered, looking down at the stained rug again. He tried to worm his way out of Crocodile's arms and hastily set the glass back on the table, and then took off his jacket in a futile attempt to dab away the stain. "I'm sorry, I'm so clumsy and stupid sometimes." A few tears welled up in his eyes as he mentally berated himself. You blew it, you fucking idiot. You'll be lucky if he even speaks to you again. Why are you such a klutz? Do you have to find a way to ruin every chance you get to be happy? "Please, Crocodile, I promise I'll pay you back with some of--all of my savings." His voice was a bit thick as he held back the urge to cry in front of Crocodile. "Ha. Hell, if it costs more than that, I can just work for you without pay. Even if it takes months or years or however long it'll--"

Crocodile gently placed his hand on ____'s shoulder and took the jacket out of his hands. "You're going to ruin your clothes if you keep doing that," he chided in a wry, teasing voice. He slowly led ____ up by the arm until he was standing. "I was thinking of getting a new rug soon, anyway; this cheap, tacky thing is such an eyesore." He set ____'s jacket against the back of the chair and brushed away a single tear that had made its way down ____'s cheek. "It's definitely not worth your tears."

____ didn't see a single trace of anger or resentment in Crocodile's as they stared at one another. He...he really isn't upset with me? The panic buzzing in his chest began to fade and was replaced by a warm sensation that could have only partially come from the red wine they'd been drinking earlier. He leaned into Crocodile's touch, and he bit his lip in a single moment of hesitation before letting his inhibitions melt away. He leaned forward and kissed Crocodile again, reaching up to run a hand through his slicked-back hair and slip his other hand underneath his expensive silk coat. Crocodile immediately took the hint and shuffled it off, not breaking the kiss as he slipped off his coat and tossed it onto the back of the chair. 

The two of them made their way towards Crocodiles king-sized bed a few feet behind them, taking their hands--and lips--off of each other just long enough to kick off their shoes, unbutton each other's shirts, and toss whatever clothes they could to the wayside. By the time they'd both made it to the foot of the bed, the only things they were wearing were their pants and undergarments. ____ fell back onto the velvety duvet, dragging Crocodile with him by the arm. When he reached down and fumbled with Crocodile's belt buckle, he heard a low chuckle come from his lover that left his face warm. Crocodile expertly undid his belt with just one hand and used the other to tilt ____'s chin. "You're so cute when you're fired up," he remarked, moving his hand to touch ____'s as it lingered near his silk boxers. "You really are eager to see me like this, aren't you?" He gently dragged his hook down ____'s chest, then his stomach, and finally settling on the waistband of his pants. "To feel me."

The feeling of the curved metal against ____'s skin gave him goosebumps, and the outline of his cock was now clearly visible through his trousers. His chest was heaving slightly as he looked up at Crocodile with half-lidded eyes. He hadn't felt anything like this in...well, ever. He hadn't a lover like this before either, someone who was gentle and slow but still so passionate. There was no mistrust between them, no worry that Crocodile would take things past ____ wanted for his own selfish desires...No feelings of dread as he felt Crocodile's erection against one of his thighs. "From what I can tell, the feeling's mutual,"____ replied with a smirk, raising his leg up so his knee brushed against Crocodile's tented cock. 

Crocodile exhaled softly at the sensation, and his boxers felt tighter and more cumbersome by the second. "Such a tease," he murmured, looking down at ____ with a small smile mischievous glint in his eye. His hook curved beneath the waistband of ____'s pants and underwear, and he caressed the skin just above the base of ____'s cock. ____ shivered at the sensation and felt a small dribble of precum staining the cloth of his boxers. "You are such a handsome little tease…"

____ hastily slid his pants and boxers off, desperate for some cool air to relieve the unbearable warmth from the confines of his clothes. "I learned f-from the best," he replied with a shaky laugh, his hands trembling with excitement as he tossed his clothes aside. He watched with wide eyes as Crocodile let his thick cock spring out from the waistband of his underwear and gently pumped his shaft. He hadn't seen what Crocodile had looked like nude before, at least not from the waist down. His length was slightly above average, but was definitely overshadowed by its girth; it was almost as thick as ____'s wrist, with a single vein on one side. A patch of coarse black curls trailed from a few inches below his belly button to the area right above his cock. Just the sight of it made ____'s member stand at full attention.  "...Wow."

Crocodile raised an eyebrow, a pleased smile on his face as he crawled on top of ____ while continuing to stroke himself. "'Wow' indeed," he mused with a smirk before bending down to kiss ____'s smooth, soft neck. His hooked hand grazed ____'s chest and as his lips trailed lower and lower, so did the curved, golden blade. He stopped once his mouth was right above ____'s pelvis, his lips mere inches away from his tip. "When you're about to reach your limit, tell me," he ordered. His voice was low and soft, but as authoritative and commanding as ever. He traced his hook around ____'s left hip and saw him shiver. "I want to be inside you when you finally cum." He smirked up at him. "Would you like that, love?"

____'s face radiated with heat, and he nodded vigorously. "I want that too," he murmured. "God, I've wanted that for so long…"

Crocodile ran his tongue along the base of ____'s cock in a long, slow stripe and then flicked at the tip. ____ let out a moan and one of his hands flew to Crocodile's head to grab onto his hair. Crocodile slowly took ____ into his mouth and he felt his lover's grip tighten as he bobbed his head back and forth at a luxurious pace. There was no need to rush; he'd been longing to taste ____ for so long, and he wanted to enjoy every second of it. 

____ began to slowly roll his hips in time with Crocodile's mouth. Every time Crocodile swirled his tongue around the tip of his cock, his eyes rolled back slightly and his moans would reach a higher pitch. A warm coil of pleasure began to curl around inside of him, sending a tingle down his spine and making his toes curl. As the minutes passed, he felt himself getting closer and closer to cumming as Crocodile licked and sucked his length. His hips were bucking more and more often, and he felt Crocodile moan around his shaft as ____ stroked his hair. When Crocodile moved his hand off of his own cock to gently squeeze one of his balls, ____ let out a strangled whimper and tightly gripped the back of Croc's head. "I-I'm close," he panted, gritting his teeth as he tried to hold back the throbbing sensation in his cock. 

Crocodile slowly moved his mouth off of ____'s length with a small wet pop and wiped a strand of precum from his glistening lips. He crawled off of his lover and stroked himself as he watched ____'s chest rise and fall with his lips parted. While he let ____ stop and breathe for a moment, Crocodile walked to his nightstand and opened a drawer to fetch a small bottle of lube. Out of the corner of his eye, ____ saw the fancy curved lettering of the logo and the elegant shape of the crystalline bottle. He let out a small, gentle laugh. "You have expensive tastes, even when it comes to something like this," he remarked with a smile. 

Crocodile simply smirked and poured a bit of the lubricant onto his palm before climbing back on top of ____, gently pushing up one of his thighs for a better view of his ass. He set the bottle into the space between ____'s arm and stomach in case he needed a bit more. "We deserve the finest things money can buy," he insisted, gently easing his glistening fingers in between ____'s soft, plush cheeks. ____ let out a whine as he felt Crocodile's thick fingers probing his inner walls, inching closer and closer to a spot within him that hadn't been touched in years--and had never been treated with such a gentle hand like his love's. He immediately tensed and hitched his breath at the feeling of Crocodile's fingers stretching him out, and whimpered again as he felt him moving his hand back and forth.

When Crocodile heard ____'s whimper, he mistook it for a sign that his love was in pain. It was understandable, considering how long it had been since he'd been intimate like this, and he let his hand rest in one spot inside ____'s ass before leaning down to kiss the crook of his neck. "Relax, love," he murmured. "Do you need me to stop or pull out, so you can rest--"

"No," ____ said quickly, moaning softly and rocking his hips so that he could continue to feel Crocodile's fingers intimately rubbing inside of him. "Don't stop, oh my God, don't stop, please…" He bit his lip as he shamelessly bucked his hips, desperate to feel more and more of Crocodile inside of him. "Mmm...Unless you're g-going to put your cock inside and fuck me," he said, his voice just as needy as before, but surprisingly much more dominant than usual. "Don't...don't you d-dare take your hand out of me, Crocodile!"

Crocodile was slightly taken aback at ____'s words; he'd rarely heard his soft-spoken lover speak this loudly--or this insolently--before. He leaned down and kissed ____'s neck again before slowly dragging his fingers out of his hole, watching with amusement as he felt his love's entrance twitch and squeeze around his fingertips. "Hold up your legs for me then," he said, tracing the curve of ____'s ass with his hook. "Unless you want me to do it, and accidentally stab this cute ass of yours." ____ immediately complied and pressed his thighs back as much as possible, holding down his calves and looking up eagerly at Crocodile as he watched him line up their hips.

Instead of immediately granting his wish, Crocodile gently prodded and teased ____'s entrance with the tip of his cock and moaned softly. He wanted to enter him so badly, but...he couldn't let anyone, not even his lover, order him around like that. "Ah, love...Trying to give me orders, of all people?" He tsk-ed and raised his eyebrow. "I might be able to forgive you for being such a brat…" He pressed the head of his cock only an inch or two inside of ____, moaning again as he felt his tip being squeezed with that warm, slick heat. "If--fuck--If you beg me."

____'s legs shook as he tried to keep himself from cumming right then and there; Crocodile was only a few inches in and he already felt so wonderful. "Please," he whined frantically, almost sobbing as he bucked his hips to goad Crocodile into moving. "Please, Crocodile...I need you to fuck me, all of you--aah, fuck, I need your cock so badly...Fuck me, please!"

Crocodile smirked and leaned down to nibble on ____'s sensitive earlobes. " 'Sir'," he reminded gently, murmuring in his ear.

"Please," ____ moaned, looking up at Crocodile, his eyes clouded with lust. "Mmm...Please fuck me," he said, his open mouth turned up into a small smile. "Please fuck me, Sir."

Crocodile pressed his lips against ____'s in a passionate embrace as he slowly guided his cock inside of ____'s tight walls. The two of them moaned against each other as they became more and more intertwined, until Crocodile had finally sheathed himself all the way inside. His pace was slow at first, wanting to give ____ a chance to feel every inch of his thrusts without overwhelming him with anything too fast or too rough. He'd only speed up whenever he heard ____ pleading for him to do so in between those breathy moans and sighs that drove him wild. His mouth explored every inch of ____'s skin he could reach, alternating between soft pecks on his jawline, hot open-mouthed kisses on his mouth, and occasionally swirling his tongue around ____'s hardening nipples just to hear him moan his name again.

____ could tell by the way Crocodile was biting his lip and tilting his head back slightly with every thrust that he was just as close to climaxing as he was; he reached up with one of his hands to caress Crocodile's chest and shoulder, and then cupped his cheek. "I'm...so...close," ____ moaned, speaking with every thrust forward of Crocodile's hips. The sound of Crocodile's balls rapidly slapping against his skin punctuated every word as he begged for his release. "Croc-o-dile, please cum in-side me…S-S-Sirrr~!"

Crocodile came the instant he heard ____'s plea, throwing his head back and groaning his love's name as he felt his cock fill its warm, tight sleeve. ____'s eyes rolled back as he felt Crocodile's cock twitch and flood his walls. His own stiff cock spurted as he climaxed, spraying his lower stomach and even part of his chest with globs of cum. All strength in his body gave out, and his arms fell to his sides as he shuddered and panted. 

Once Crocodile had fully ridden out his own tidal wave of pleasure, he looked down at ____ and the two of them smiled at each other as they tried to catch their breath. He slowly pulled out of ____, murmuring softly to himself as he watched his own cum seeping out from between ____'s cheeks. He leaned down and pressed his forehead against ____'s before the two of them exchanged a gentle kiss.

Crocodile took the tossed-aside bottle of lube and set it onto the floor before staggering over to grab his DenDen Mushi on the nightstand, and then climbed back onto the bed next to ____. He made a quick call to the servant currently on-shift as he absentmindedly stroked ____'s hair with his hook. "Have my bathing pool ready in twenty minutes," he ordered firmly and coldly. "And have the new linen robes sent up to my bedroom...yes, the dark green ones. By the time I'm back in my bedroom, the stained rug near the chaise-longue should be rolled up and taken out. And send up something to eat for ____ and I as well." He put the receiver onto his chest and glanced at ____, who was gazing starry-eyed up at the ceiling. "What're you in the mood for, love?" His gentle voice was a stark contrast to how he had sounded a second ago over the phone. 

____ smiled dreamily at the ceiling, too delirious on his own sense of fullness and satisfaction to register what Crocodile had even asked him. "I love you," he sighed.

Crocodile was glad his boyfriend was currently looking somewhere else as his cheeks felt warmer than before, even warmer than when they'd been in the midst of passionately fucking a few minutes prior. He held the receiver back up to his ear, and immediately switched to his cold, ruthless businessman's voice. "Have the chef send up the dessert he made last week--the assorted petit fours...and some chocolate-covered strawberries as well."

Crocodile hung up and set the DenDen Mushi aside on his nightstand before moving to hold his love. ____ hummed contentedly as he curled up and rested against Crocodile's chest, and smiled when he felt Crocodile's lips touch his forehead. His smile widened when he heard Crocodile's soft voice in his ear. "I love you too."

[chamibii]

Cat Cookies - KiriBaku Fluff

Life never made more sense to Bakugou than when he was kneading dough, rolling out dough, and twisting it into wonderful shapes to make treats that drew his customers in from cities and states over. He didn't have to think about anything, but allowed the muscles in his hands, arms, and shoulders to take over. He tried to hire other people, but found that they disturbed the peace that baking gave him, so he downsized and ended up drawing more clientele because after a certain hour, he would sell out and remind his customers that there would be no more until the next day because he was the owner and the only worker in the bakery.

He often came in to work as early as 3am to mix, knead, and bake and began to notice that customers started lining up at 5am, despite the shop opening at 7am. He had the reputation of an all around curmudgeon, but when he saw customers shivering in the cold, the next morning at 4:45am, he sat up a table with fresh bread and a pot of coffee, and a tip jar because he didn't want anyone to think he was becoming as soft and sweet as the treats he made.

One early morning, he arrived to open his shop a little past 3 and noticed a tall, spikey haired man waiting by the entrance. He paused, shop key in hand, and debated on whether or not to return to his car until the man left. He decided that if someone was here to rob him, they would find out that he was more than just a baker after they received the ass whoopin' of a life time. He shrugged and continued to his shop to open up.

"We don't open until 7 buddy. It's 3:15. Get lost."

He peered over at the tall man and noticed that his spikey hair was dyed a bright red that almost matched the ruby irises that were surrounded by thick black lashes. Bakugou snorted in surprise and amusement as he realized the man was wearing a sweater with a fluffy white cat on the front.

"With that shitty hair and that ridiculous sweater, I know you aren't here to rob me. I'll put out coffee, fresh bread, and my tip jar at 4:45am. No earlier."

The red man looked offended and opened his mouth to speak, but was too late as Bakugou had already entered into the bakery and locked the front door.

From the vantage point in the kitchen, Bakugou watched as "Red", his name for the stranger, shivered in the cold. In the five years that his shop had been opened, he'd never had a customer show up this early. He thought the man was a fuckin' weirdo, but also thought it was flattering that someone would come almost 4 hours before the shop opened, just to sample his breads, cookies, cupcakes, and other delectable items. He finished prepping the days delicacies and checked his watch. The time read 4:35. He looked outside at Red and noticed that he was leaning his shitty red hair against the glass of his building. Annoyance caused his skin to prickle. He strode quickly over to the glass and gave three quick raps against the window, effectively scaring the man awake.

"Get your shitty hair off my clean window dumbass!" Bakugou loudly admonished. He watched in amusement as the man's hands flitted up to his hair and his eyebrows crinkled in disagreement.

"My hair isn't as shitty as your attitude dude."

Bakugou laughed loudly. He shook his head and walked away from the man, disappearing in the kitchen. When he returned to the front, the man was seated on the cold ground, arms pulled inside his hideous cat sweater to keep warm. Bakugou opened the front door and stepped out in the chilly winter air.

"Hey Red, here." He held out a fresh croissant dripping with warm butter and honey and a cup of cinnamon hot chocolate.

The man looked up at him with shock. Bakugou sighed and rolled his eyes. "Either take it or I'm going to eat it and I make it a point to not eat what I bake or I'd be terribly out of shape and I'll blame you."

Red stood slowly, eyes narrowed, and took the croissant and hot chocolate. Bakugou watched as sharp teeth nibbled the edge of the croissant and ruby eyes closed, satisfied and savoring the flavor. "Thanks man", Red mumbled around a mouthful of pastry.

"Didn't anyone ever teach you it's rude to speak with your mouth full of food, cretin?"

Red snorted, sending crumbs flying. "Cretin? I haven't heard that one before." He had a very nice toothy grin that made him look like less of an idiot.

Bakugou dusted crumbs from his white apron and reminded the man, "The table will be out soon. Don't tell anyone you got food prior, or I'll make sure whatever you get is harder to chew than a brick." He turned and headed back into the bakery without giving Red a chance to reply.

At 7am, he turned his sign around to open, unlocked the door, and positioned himself behind the counter, ready to serve. Red, of course, was the first one in. "What do you want shitty hair?"

Red laughed softly and pulled out a sheet of paper. "I would like to order 15 cat cookies please."

Bakugou cocked his head in confusion. "Cat cookies? And you waited in line to place an order?"

The man behind Red tapped his foot impatiently and called out, "Hey jackass, we all know that orders are only completed online. Hurry up and move, I'm gonna be late for work."

Bakugou leaned around Red and glared at the customer, silencing him. "Orders are only completed online and what the fuck is a cat cookie?"

The red man blushed as brightly as hair and stammered out an apology. "Oh man, I'm so sorry. I'm such an idiot."

"I don't disagree," Bakugou interrupted.

Red continued, ignoring the comment, "My uh, cat is having a birthday party, I mean I'm giving her a birthday party and wanted to get some cookies for the party. I wanted them to be shaped like her. So, cat cookies."

Bakugou's eyes widened in amusement. He bit his bottom lip to keep from laughing. The customer behind Red however, laughed loudly and called him a "fucking loser". Bakugou watched as the smile faltered and Red went to step to the side, softly apologizing for "wasting your time". Bakugou held up a hand to stop him and glared at the customer.

"Out of my shop asshole." He pointed to the front door.

The man opened his mouth to argue and Bakugou growled low, "Out. Now."

The man, bristling with indignation, took out his cell phone and threatened to leave a bad review on Yelp. Bakugou laughed harshly and called out, as the man was leaving, "Fuck yelp and fuck you!"

"Now, about these cat cookies...I'll do this once. Next time you place an order online like everyone else. You got that?" He hoped the smile would return and hid his own when Red smiled down at him with eyes that shone as brightly.

"Thanks man! Your attitude isn't as shitty as I thought."

"Well, your hair still is. Your cookies will be ready tomorrow morning before we close. Next!" He waved Red away and watched as he happily trotted out of the shop.

---

The next morning, Bakugou spent extra time frosting the cookies, making sure they were perfect. He told himself he always took this much care with an order, but he knew there was another reason. He never made cutesy cookies like this, believing it cheapened his art, but he had to admit to himself that he liked the way they came out and was hoping that Red would grace him with that gorgeous smile. Before closing, Red breezed in, wearing another ridiculous cat sweater, leggings, and crocs as red as his hair. Bakugou groaned inwardly. How could this disastrous ensemble be so fucking cute on this man? Despite the outfit, Bakugou was more surprised to see that the red hair hung loosely around his shoulders and before he could stop himself, said,

"Your hair is nice today Red." He blushed and pushed the box of cookies into Red's face.

"Kirishima. And thanks. I didn't have time to do it. Planning a party for today took up a lot of my time." He chuckled and placed the box on the counter.

"You should become a full time cat party planner then." Bakugou sarcastically quipped. He watched as Kirishima snorted, covering his smile with his hand. He couldn't help but smile.

"Thanks for the cookies man. I'll let you know how Elsie and her guests enjoy them." He smiled softly and left the bakery.

---

The next morning, at 4:30, Kirishima showed up to the bakery. Bakugou saw him from the kitchen and watched as he held up a bag and pointed excitedly to it. Bakugou raised an eyebrow and shrugged. Kirishima gestured for him to come out. He wiped his hands on his apron and walked to the door. Opening the door a crack, he poked his head out, "What's in the bag?"

"Breakfast!" Kirishima cheerily exclaimed. He pushed the bag into Bakugou's chest and the aroma of fresh cooked sausage, eggs, and cheese, made his mouth water. "Elsie and I made it for you as a thank you! She enjoyed the cookies dude and so did I. So, thanks!"

Bakugou watched as Red walked away waving wildly. Gods he was so annoyingly cute. He held up a stiff hand in a wave and went to the kitchen to enjoy the homemade breakfast burrito. As he was chewing, he got an online order from "Shitty Hair". He choked on his food, laughing loudly at the use of the insult as the customer name. He opened the order and saw that it was for a loaf of bread. Bakugou replied,

"Elsie need a loaf of bread with her bowl of milk?"

He waited anxiously for the reply and smiled when his computer "dinged" alerting him to the message.

"Nope, this is just for me. An excuse to see this cute guy I met while waiting for you to open your shop the other day."

Oh.

Bakugou tapped out a short reply. "It'll be ready first thing tomorrow."

He busied himself with finishing baking and opening the shop. His heart felt heavy and he realized that he maybe had a slight crush on Red, which was stupid, but he couldn't help but be attracted to a man that was just as sarcastic as he was.

---

He made the loaf of bread, packaged it neatly and threw in two half and half cookies. When Kirishima came to pick up his order, Bakugou noticed that his hair was in an intricate but delicate braid, he wore a black hoodie, jeans, and motorcycle boots.

"No cat sweater today?"

Kirishima laughed and shook his head. "Nah, you caught me on my days off from work. I'm just going in to the office today."

"Oh, well, I threw in a couple of half and half cookies for you and the guy you met. You two enjoy." Before Bakugou turned back to the kitchen, he saw confusion cloud Kirishima's eyes.

"Thanks Bakugou," Kirishima called out before he left. Bakugou watched him place the package in his backpack, slip the helmet on his head, and start up his bike. Kirishima looked back at the shop and lifted a hand in a weak wave. Bakugou turned around and busied himself with whatever was closest.

He knew his reaction was stupid, but he enjoyed flirting with Red. Now that he knew Red was seeing someone else, he wouldn't feel right about flirting. He sighed and prepared himself to receive customers, but was drawn to his computer when he heard the sound alerting him to an order.

Kirishima: 3 cookies with the words "will you go out with me?". Please box them in the nicest package you have. I plan on asking this guy out. I thought the bread would work as a hint, but obviously he didn't get it.

Bakugou replied: What dumbass flirts with baked goods?

A few seconds later he received a reply: The same dumbass that gave his cat a birthday party. See you tomorrow at closing for my order.

---

Bakugou wanted to mess up the order so the cookies came out bad, but couldn't bring himself to do so. He took too much pride in his work. So, he made the cookies to perfection, carefully packaging everything and waited for Kirishima to show up.

Right at closing, Bakugou heard the roar of a motorcycle engine. He sighed sadly and placed the cookies on the counter and retreated to the back.

"Bakugou?" Kirishima called out.

"M'busy, cookies are on the counter. Thanks for your business and good luck Shitty Hair."

"Thanks, I guess."

He heard Kirishima hesitate, and then walk out. He waited for the sound of the motorcycle turning over, before he left, but not hearing the loud whine of the engine, decided to sneak out the back. He locked up the shop and started on his short walk home.

Lost in his thoughts, he didn't hear the voice call his name. He felt a tap on his shoulder and spun around to a box being shoved into his chest by a blushing Kirishima. He took the box. "Something wrong with the order?" Brows furrowed in concern he waited for Kirishima to reply. He stared up at the blushing man, waiting.

Kirishima shook his head. Bakugou placed the box back in his hands and reminded him, "No refunds on my baked goods."

He turned to leave and felt Kirishima touch his arm. He sighed loudly and turned around to the box held out to him.

"Did I spell something wrong? What is it Shitty Hair?"

He watched as Kirishima lowered his head and mumbled.

"What?"

"The cookies... for you."

Bakugou inhaled softly and held onto the box. "Me?"

Kirishima nodded, his eyes still trained on his boots. "Yeah. So, uh, will you?" His ruby gaze met Bakugou's red eyes and he felt his face flush.

He nodded, at a loss for words, and the beautiful smile he had been dying to see, spread wide against Kirishima's face.

"You know, you coulda just asked me without buying cookies dumbass. I still don't understand what kind of person flirts with baked goods."

Bakugou smiled as Kirishima's hand found his and laughed softly when he replied, "the same kind of person that throws his cat a birthday party."

[musiclovingbitch]

Pros Vs. Cons

Summary: Prompt-fill: Kurt is taking a CPR class and Blaine's the hot af instructor.

A/N:  All the information about CPR included is actually accurate.

~1.7k

on AO3

Kurt had mixed feelings about being here. He made a list of pros and cons in his head to make himself feel better, but also to pass the time, because the instructors were running late.

Firstly, CPR training was something that would add an extra boost to his resume. Secondly, it was generally a very useful skill to have in life. A small, dark part of his mind added that he might need it to help his dad one day. He ignored that last thought and all its implications. A third thing on the pros list was that he wasn’t even paying for it, Vogue was.

The first and only thing on the cons list was that he had to wake up at six in the morning. On a Saturday. That’s practically torture. But, it also meant the subway car wasn’t packed like a can of sardines.

The cons list only had one item in it, but Kurt wasn’t sure if the pros won out. You had to admit, it was a pretty big con.

He took another grateful sip of his coffee and relaxed further into his chair.

He almost choked on his coffee when he saw the instructors walk in. He sat up straighter in his chair, coughing slightly. Okay, then, another item on the pros list.

“Woah, careful there, no one around you knows CPR yet.” said one of the instructors.

He smiled at them as they walked past him. They were both unfairly gorgeous. One was tall and blonde, with the body of a model. The man next to him was shorter, and had maybe the most beautiful pair of eyes Kurt had ever seen. His clothes were what intrigued Kurt the most, though. He was dressed kinda like a grandpa, but he pulled it off remarkably well. Kurt wouldn’t have thought bow ties of all things were a thing for him, but there he stood--well, sat--corrected. But maybe it wasn’t the bow tie, maybe it was just the man. Kurt was pretty sure he would like anything, provided that that man was wearing it. Well, except maybe for crocs. He had some standards.

He took another sip of coffee, draining his cup, as the instructors reached the front of the room.

“Alright, everyone. My name’s Blaine,” the man with the bow tie gestured to himself, and then to the blonde, “and this is Sam. Hello, and welcome to CPR 101.”

--

After a brief explanation of the theory behind CPR, they took questions from the few people who had them, and announced that they were going to start the practical demonstration. They asked them to split up in groups of three or four. Blaine went to the back and retrieved a plastic dummy of a person’s chest and began handing one to each group. When Blaine gave his group their dummy, Kurt smiled up at him.

“Thank you!”

He was rewarded by a smile thrown in his direction, and was also rewarded with the sight of Blaine’s ass when he turned to give the group next to theirs their dummy. He looked down quickly, biting his lip, but he couldn’t do anything about the colour of his cheeks.

Blaine rejoined Sam at the front of the room.

“Okay, so. It’s not very complicated. One hand on top of the other, fingers interlocked. It doesn’t matter which over which, whatever you feel more comfortable with. You wanna use the meat of your palm, and press on the sternum, a good reference point is the nipples. So, right about at that height, you use your full body to press down.” Blaine acted out Sam’s words. Kurt was captivated by the movement of his arms, imagining how he would use them in a wildly different situation.

“Now, you wanna be careful, especially if you’re a very physically large person, or a really strong person, you don’t want to press down too hard, or else you’ll risk breaking their ribs. You wanna press down at least four centimeters, but no more than six. I know, I know, that doesn’t really give you a proper idea of what to do.

“Oh, another important thing. See what Blaine is doing there? When you press down, keep your elbows locked and push down with your entire body. And keep your back straight. If your elbows are moving and doing all the work, you’re doing it wrong.”

“See, you’re supposed to do this,” Blaine spoke up and did a proper compression, keeping his elbows locked and using his whole body to press down onto the dummy, “not this.” he pressed down on the dummy again, only this time only his forearms were moving up and down, and his torso was still. “The biggest problems with doing that, are that, one: you’re most likely not pressing down hard enough, and two: your hands will get tired much faster, which is less than ideal.”

“Okay, people, now it’s your turn to try. We mentioned this in the first part of the seminar, but the protocol that currently stands is thirty two chest compressions followed by blowing air in the victim’s mouth twice. So, you’ll do a full round of CPR each, and we’ll supervise and come help if you need it.” Sam said.

Kurt let the other people from his group go first. It was definitely because of the goodness of his heart and definitely not so he could watch Blaine surreptitiously as he moved around the room and helped everyone, making slight adjustments to people’s form and praising them when they got it right.

When his turn came he was relatively confident he was doing well. He remembered everything they said, and made sure to keep his elbows straight.

He was counting under his breath, seven, eight, nine, ten, as the others looked on, when he felt a warm hand on his back. He stopped, and looked to his side. Blaine was squatting next to him. He resolutely did not look at Blaine’s legs. Which wasn’t as hard as he would have thought, because Blaine’s eyes up close were like tiny little swirls of heaven.

“You’re doing a great job, but you’re slouching a little. That will make you get tired faster. Keep your back and your shoulders straight.”

Kurt didn’t really know what came over him, but the words were out of his mouth before he could even think of stopping them. “Being straight was never something I was good at, but I’ll try.”

A beat of silence. Kurt felt the blood rush to his cheeks. Oh god, did I really say that out loud? He heard Blaine’s choked off laughter, his attempt to cover it with a cough. The other members of his group laughed freely.

God, he loved New York.

Kurt shook his head and rushed to correct his stance, huffing out an embarrassed laugh and mumbling out an apology. He counted five compressions in his head, before he heard Blaine’s voice

“Great job. Keep it up.” he felt Blaine’s hand pat him on the back and then it was gone. He felt strangely cold.

After everyone had a turn at performing CPR, and they got it right, Blaine and Sam spoke some more and gave a couple of pointers, and then the seminar was over.

Kurt waited with the members of his group in the reception area of the hotel, where they were told to remain until everyone’s certificates of attendance could be signed. Name after name was called, in alphabetical order, and little by little, the room started to empty out.

“Hummel, Kurt?” Blaine called out.

“That’s me.” Kurt said to the remaining people of his group, and they bid him goodbye.

He walked up to Blaine. “Hi, that’s me.” Blaine handed him the certificate. Their hands brushed and Kurt could swear he felt a spark. “Thank you.”

“No problem. You were great! And I do have to say, that brooch is incredible. I mean, a hippo wearing a bow tie? I just fell in love with you a little bit.” Blaine said, his cheeks a faint red colour.

Kurt’s cheeks pinked in response. “Oh, this old thing? I found it in a vintage shop when I was in high school. It’s one of my favourites. And I have to say as well, anyone who can pull off bow ties as well as you can is alright in my book.”

Blaine’s cheeks, if possible, reddened further. “Oh, thank you so much!” he smoothed his bow tie with a smile. He readjusted the shoulder strap of his messenger bag, which Kurt just noticed he was carrying. He also noticed the rainbow flag enamel pin on the flap.

Blaine must have seen him look at it because his hand reached down to stroke it.

“Yeah. Your joke back there reminded me how much I love New York. It wasn’t even a big deal, you know?”

They exchanged knowing looks.

“I know exactly what you’re talking about. Growing up in Nowhere, Ohio was--”

“You’re from Ohio? Me too!” Blaine exclaimed.

Kurt took a chance. “Maybe we can meet up for coffee and talk about it?”

Blaine froze. Kurt braced himself. Had he read everything wrong? Oh god, he didn’t even know if Blaine was single. But then, the best thing happened. Blaine unfroze, and smiled. He smiled the sweetest smile Kurt had ever seen. His knees felt weak.

“I’d love that.” he said, in an impossibly soft voice.

“Great!.”

“Blaine!” Sam’s voice startled the both of them.

“Be there in a second!” Blaine yelled back. “Um, so. I may have been hoping for something like this to happen, so. Here’s my number.” he held out a small, folded piece of paper.

Kurt took it. Their fingers brushed again. There’s that spark again.

“Blaine!” came Sam’s voice, more frustrated now.

Blaine winced. “I really have to go. But, I’ll talk to you later?” a small, hopeful smile lit up his face.

“I’d love that.” Kurt echoed Blaine’s words from before.

They shared a smile and Blaine hurried over to the other side of the room. Kurt exited the hotel.

The pros definitely outweighed the cons.

[egotheplanet]

To New Beginnings (Colossus x Reader)

Request: Could you pretty please do a colossus fic where reader and wade are super close friends, they go way back.. so wade calls her in for back up during a battle where wade, NTW, and Piotr are kinda getting their asses kicked. And reader is so badass and powerful and colossus has complete heart eyes @ her.

Warnings: Wade Wilson and depictions of violence

Word Count: 3,126

His heavy breathing echoed alongside the equally gasping (and comically dressed) heroes beside him. As cheesy as it sounds, they always knew how to come together and save the day! Even during last minute rescues, their rag-tag team pulled through. No matter the cost. The cost usually being a limb or two at Wades expense.

But this time, the tide seemed to be turning and it was clearly not in their favor.

Negasonic Teenage Warhead— or Ellie as everyone recently began referring— laid belly up a few feet away from him. Her skin was busted open above her brow and leaking blood at an alarming rate. Even the invincible Deadpool himself seemed to be twisted into a shape he couldn’t get out of without the help of his combustible friend. Yukio was still standing alongside the cyborg who was very enamored with the task of rebuilding his futuristic weapon. Domino had the beasts attention while the team quickly recuperated and came up with a new plan.

Colossus had to think. Fast.

His team was losing.

This wasn’t the first time they went up against the Juggernaut. No, they were seasoned fighters when it came to the big guy. This was the SECOND time their adversary had the severe misfortune of being in their sights. After the whole ordeal at the orphanage, the chosen family left hastily to revel in their triumph. But their one mistake came back to haunt them. They never caught and locked Juggernaut up. Upon hearing his havoc resumed soon after their departure, they felt responsible for his latest atrocities. This guilt plagued Colossus the most.

Earlier that morning

“This is what fighting dirty gets you!” His deep voice reverberated through the dining room as he strode in to interrupt everyone’s breakfast.

“Good morning to you too. What’s the matter? Out of tiny self help books?” Wade paused for a beat, slightly flinching as he awaited the clap-back. “Get it? Because you usually spend your morning meditating in your room— okay what’s wrong? You’re usually choking me by now.”

Colossus stomped over to the small television which sat atop the kitchen counter and pressed the power button. Blank static which signals the TVs awakening quickly fades out as the sound of a breaking news report becomes louder.

“The Juggernaut can now be seen stomping across the street and into the car dealership, ripping through anything in his way—“ the volume is cut off as Colossus presses mute and shifts to stand in front of the screen.

His arms cross in front of his chest and the team know they’re in for a lecture.

“The Juggernaut is loose because we did not complete job! It is our fault for fighting dirty and not putting him back in ice box where he belongs.” This inspires everyone to send accusatory looks to the red-suited trouble maker at the head of the table.

“He’s right, Wade. We were quick to fight and just as quick to get out. If we had tired him out with the help of the proper authorities, we could have gotten him back into custody.” Ellie’s calm but judging demeanor was starting to get under the mercs skin.

“And? Everyone got out in one piece!”

“This time.” Russell muttered into his spoonful of Cap’n Crunch.

“Hey!” Wade pointed a finger to the robust teen, “I thought we agreed to never bring that up again.”

“That is enough!” Everyone jolted and turned their attention to the most responsible of the team. “We have mission. Stop Juggernaut and put him back in the hands of the law.” Piotr turned the tv off as he began to head towards the kitchen. “Suit up! We leave in ten minutes.”

Current time

Domino slid beneath and between the behemoths legs in a final attempt to escape. Cain’s massive hand barely grazed her as she ran away. She was starting to feel like her luck was running out.

They’ve been fighting ‘clean’ for hours now and Wade’s patience was wearing thin. If they had just gone with what he suggested, they’d all be home now watching Cheers in their socks-n-crocs.

Luck can only carry the team so far when their exhaustion was growing stronger than their opponent. Unlucky for them, Juggernaut seemed just as energetic and deadly as usual.

Wade raised his recently freed hands in the air and clapped them together. He and Cable nodded at each other, clearly some sort of signal. Cable ran into action so the team could huddle and discuss what their next course of action should be.

Colossus opened his mouth to give orders but Wade beat him to the punch.

“I’m gonna call in reinforcements. This is our last chance to save the whole mission and our precious, precious bodies from being ripped in half.” His masked gaze traveled up from the dirt to Colossus. “Or at least save you from getting a dent you can’t buff out. Okay! Break on three and keep Fuckernaut busy till she shows up! Got it?”

Everyone exchanged nervous looks but their overwhelming exhaustion was offering no choice but to hear him out.

When have any of Wades plans ever worked out without someone dying? Colossus could count the occasions on one hand. Hell, half of one.

“No, we finish this right, Wade! No repeats of last time.” Colossus bargained and glanced up from their huddle to see Cable get knocked to the ground.

NTW piped up with her opinion after silently debating with Yukio. Just a look and Ellie could tell what her better half was thinking.

“Colossus. I think we should let him call this lady up. If she’s as helpful as he says, god knows we could use the help!”

“I agree with 2007 Brittany Spears!” Ellie scoffed at Wades latest nickname. “Okay, I’ll call Y/N while you guys form human shields for me! One.. two.. three! Break!”

Everyone ran into action as Wade nearly tripped up going the opposite way. He stumbled back onto his feet and dialed Y/N’s number.

He started bouncing on his toes after the fourth ring, fearing she wouldn’t answer.

“C’mon, c’mon, c’mon! Pick it up, god fucking damnit!”

“Couldn’t you start the call off with something nicer? Try, hey Y/N it’s been ages! How ya been-“ her voice sounded a little distorted over his phone but it was music to his ears.

“No time to flirt, we need you!”

“I’m guessing you’re talking about the whole Juggernaut situation downtown and not a threesome. God I hope it’s not a threesome.”

“Cute. But it’s the Juggernaut thing! How fast can you get here?”

“Put down the phone and get out of the way, knucklehead!”

It wasn’t until that moment that Wade realized she sounded like she was in a speeding car. He jumped out of her way, narrowly avoiding the grill it as it came honking past.

She beelined past the costumes and shifted her large truck into a different gear. Wades team quickly dispersed after gathering what was about to take place. The team had just enough time to throw Juggernaut off his rhythm, giving Y/N ample time to hit and drag him almost 200 feet. Jumping out her door at the last second, the truck slammed his body into the car dealerships outer wall. Her body rolled expertly and she sprung to her feet in no time to finish him off.

Everyone was shocked at this woman who came out of no where to defeat the Juggernaut!

“We aren’t done yet!” Her uniform was sleek and skin tight. Her voice was equally as intimidating as her driving skills. “His helmet needs to come off and we need someone to mentally attack him!”

“What, like, bully him?” Russell quipped as he got up out of the dirt, wiping his pants free of debris.

“No, lighter fluid-for-brains! She means we need Charles or another telepath to disable him so we can restrain him.” NTW quickly fired back at the young trainee.

“Whatever the fuck we’re doing, better do it fast. He’s getting up!” Cable was quick on his feet; backing up just in time to miss a large piece of, what used to be, Y/N’s truck which smashed into the ground in front of him.

“Charles isn’t anywhere close to us! It’d take forever for him to get here!” Yukio pointed out as her stance grew more rigid at the thought of possibly having to get close enough to the Juggernaut to take his helmet off.

“She’s right, our best bet is to just take him out physically.” NTW nodded at her girlfriend while everyone quickly weighed their options.

“Finally, I can fight him one on one to prove myself!” Wade pretended to stretch. “Hope no one takes this time to go ahead of me and totally steal my thunder.” He bent over to touch his toes.

Y/N kicked his butt with the tip of her shoe as she glared at him.

“Let’s go! If we work together, we can finish this once and for all!” Colossus’ voice thundered and Y/N’s gaze looked over to him.

He looked down at her and nodded as if to say ‘I’m with you.’

She nodded back to acknowledge him, the corner of her lips turned upward in a smirk.

Colossus ran past her to get the party started and her eyes were on his ass the whole way.

“I am so gonna climb him like a tree when we’re done here.” She mumbled before joining chrome bone in the fight.

“I am so wishing to never hear anyone say that again.” Russell cringed out loud.

“Agreed.” The team, including Wade, shuddered before beginning to sprint alongside each other to finish the fight.

One by one, everyone was thrown out of the way by Cain. Domino quietly made her way up to him from behind as Y/N held his front attention in the form of a jump-kick to the face.

He grunted and stumbled back into Dom, who had been holding one end of a long rope which was connected to debris on the ground.

Luckily enough, the jump-kick-into-rope combo worked out for the women stupendously.

Everyone watched in amazement as the monster collapsed onto the ground, his helmet popping in half so he was left with a giant metal choker. As he attempted to get up, Y/N sprung into action with a crowbar someone haphazardly tossed to her. She ran up to Juggernaut, catapulting herself into the air off of his groin and onto his chest where she began beating his face with the tool.

NTW communicated her next move to the team and ran up to Cable, jumping off his shield as a means of spring.

Domino and Y/N ran the other way, knowing what was coming their way. Just barely making it behind a few discarded car parts, NTW unleashed her power on the freshly exposed Juggernaut.

The explosion reverberated for a good few seconds before everyone jumped out of their hiding places to go assist in the end of the fight.

Cable, Deadpool and Domino shot into the smoke filled area where Cain previously laid taking hits.

Even Russell concentrated his devastating blows of force onto his once partner in literal crime.

Ellie had long since cleared out to the sidelines to be with Yukio, the blood on her forehead being gingerly wiped away.

“You did good, El.” Yukio held her girlfriend tight and planted a kiss against her sweat and blood smeared forehead.

Colossus walked over to the newcomer, offering his hand.

“My name is-“

“Colossus. I know who you are. Famous X-Men member and personal friend of a friend.” She cut him off with a smile, her hand meeting his halfway and giving it a firm shake, introducing herself.

“Ah, he is talking of me to others. All terrible I hope.” Piotr was... flirting?

If Y/N knew one thing about Wade, it was that he was a great liar. She should have known better when he told her that Colossus never flirted back or joked around. Wade said he was as uptight as he was shiny. She was pleasantly surprised by Wades lies for once.

“If you two are done gazing into each other’s eyes,” the pair looked over to see the smoke cleared, “Juggernauts out like a light.” Cables rough voice barked out. If they looked just a little bit closer, they would be able to see Nathan’s smirk.

The troops enforcing the Ice Box’ security came trotting in. Guns and power dampening collars at the ready.

“Perfect timing! Taking the credit after the fightings through, how convenient.” Wade jokingly complained as everyone finally got the chance to take a breather.

The team took this time to check one another for severe damage and ensure Juggernauts incarceration. After hours of fighting, it took minutes of the newcomers skill to confine the beast.

Color Colossus impressed. Color him extremely impressed. Both with Wade for knowing and calling on such a person but with Y/N herself for completing the task no one else could.

Later that night

Hearty laughter filled the dining room for the first time in weeks.

“She’s funny, you’re funny!” Wade jokingly swooned over his friend as she wrapped up her joke successfully.

Y/N laughed and shoved him slightly, his out of date Christmas sweater wrinkling against even wrinklier skin.  

“Well you get plenty of time to work on your joke delivery when you’re all alone.” She muttered almost bitterly to herself as she brought her wine glass to her lips.

“You’re lonely?” Piotr inserted himself into the duos conversation. Wades eyes widened and darted from Y/N to Colossus in disbelief.

“Uh, I think he meant to ask if you live alone. In a concerned, brotherly tone.” Wade was quick to get what Piotr’s was really laying down. Of course he had to be a wingman for his tall friend.

“Da, this is what I meant.” He cleared his throat awkwardly, sitting up straighter.

Y/N looked around at the people occupying the table. Russell was too busy chowing down on the spread she helped create to join into the discussion. Yukio and NTW were quietly having their own moment with one another at the opposite end of the long table. Cable listened in amusedly but kept to himself and his beer. Dom folded her hands together and put her elbows on the table, resting her chin atop her hands and offering her full attention.

“I mean, yeah I live alone but let’s not make the celebration into a pity party.” Y/N tried to steer the group back into its previous jesting mood.

“Right! So once there was this huge-“ Wade began but was abruptly interrupted.

“Well there’s plenty of space at the mansion for you! And room to practice your abilities.” Colossus quickly proposed to what was proving to be the newest member of their little family. “You can practice jokes with me instead yourself.”

At this point, all eyes were on the large man and all ears were in on the baffling exchange.

Piotr’s eyes were only on Y/N. Then everyone’s eyes shifted to her to hear her answer.

Wade laughed nervously in an attempt to break up the increasingly awkward atmosphere.

“Okay, that’s enough hazing Colossus. She’s had a long day. We all have.” Wade shoved some mashed potatoes into his mouth.

“Actually, it’d be nice not to pay rent. New York is wildly expensive. And my monthly gym bill? Forget about it!” Y/N was much more inviting of the idea than Piotr could have ever hoped. “And if you’re my neighbor? I might as well move in now.” She winked at Piotr as she sipped her wine.

Everyone’s eyes shifted back to Colossus.

“What the fuck is going on right now.” Wade looked between the two as if he were a child and they were his parents hiding something from him.

“The fuck that’s going on right now is we have new X-Man!” Colossus puffed his chest out in pride as his hand slapped the top of the table out of excitement, everyone’s dishes rattling for a second before settling again.

Y/N’s smile was massive as she looked up at him, her glass held up to toast.

“I’d love to be a part of your team. If you’ll all have me.” She was suddenly shy as she sought approval from everyone. “I’ll only join if everyone is on board with the idea.”

Everyone continued their silent looks, no one wanted to go first. Wade happily accepted his turn for the spotlight.

“We’ve been friends since we were in the special forces together. You know my answers always going to be yes. Unless, you know, it’s to commit a horrible crime. Then it’s gonna have to be ‘only if you film’.” Wades smirk turned to a genuine and caring smile.

Y/N’s heart grew at his support. Her eyes shifted over to Cable.

“I was impressed with your initiative today.” Nathan grunted as he sat down his empty beer can. “It’d probably be a load off if you joined. I’m for it.”

Her excitement grew with the teams acceptance. She also poured the grumpy man a full glass of wine as a form of appreciation.

Cable nudged the young member beside him. Russell’s attention was already on the unfolding scene.

“If you’re a friend of Wade, you’re a friend of mine! Of course you can join our team!” He was beaming at the thought of another mentor. Hopefully this one was more responsible than Wade but not as uptight as Cable and Colossus.

“It’s already a yes from me and you know it.” Dom quickly interjected from her seat. Her smile was bright and her glass raised to her new friend.

Everyone turned to the lovers at the end of the table. They would make or break Y/N’s career as an X-Men.

“It’s nice to have another feminine face around here. ‘Furthers my petition to rename the team something more gender neutral.” Ellie pretended not to care very much. Yukio saw through her facade and so did everyone else at the table.

“Welcome to the team, Y/N!” Yukio cheered while looping her arm with Ellie’s.

Y/N’s eyes watered but no tears fell. Colossus once again made the right choice and this time it was to expand the family.

“Jeeze, every time you’re left alone Wade, you bring someone else to live with us.” NTW joked comfortably.

“I promise to do my best to be an upstanding member of your team. Better yet, I’ll do my best to be an upstanding member of your family.” Y/N vowed to the table.

“You already are.” Piotr stood and smiled warmly down at her, his glass joining everyone else’s in the air. “To new beginnings!”

[writingforanxiety]

The Field Trip

Peter already knew this was going to be bad. His Decathlon class had won a meet the week before and the school had decided that the kids deserved something special for all the hard work they had put into studying for the event. Peter was equally excited as the others at the prospect of a special trip until his teacher announced with a wide grin that the destination of the special trip would be none other than Stark Industries!

It’s not that Peter didn’t love his parents, quite the opposite in fact, he was very close to them and enjoyed spending time with them more so than a lot of other kids his age most likely. But having to go on a tour of your dad's company and your combined home? All the while knowing he would be making it as embarrassing as possible? Peter shuddered at the thought of it all. It didn’t help that the whole school also knew he was the adopted son of the billionaire himself. Once the words stark industries slipped out of the mouth of the teacher the rest of the class let out a combined cheer.

“Alright everyone, remember to be cautious of your surroundings and stay respectful! Mr.Stark was very gracious to allow the class to look around the labs and the compound grounds today.”

Flash snickered behind peter as the class gathered their books and belongings to head out to the buses.

“Looks like we get to have a private tour of penises nursery.”

The group of boys surrounding flash all let out snarky laughs as they shoved past peter and ned to follow the rest of the class out. Although Flash had intended to be cruel with his remark Peter couldn’t help but smirk when he heard the slight hesitation in his voice as he spoke it, there’s no way Flash had forgotten his interaction with Mama Bear just a few months ago.

“Peter! It’s so cool your parents are letting us do a tour of the labs! I've been trying to get your dad to let me into one for months now and he’s shot me down every time.”

“That’s because of the lego incident Ned, do you know he always wears crocs in the house now? He can’t even feel safe barefoot anymore in his own home, you scared him for life man, the labs are the only safe areas he has left from your weekend tyranny. And me too, I have to watch him wear crocs inside, do you know the emotional damage that does to a young man?”

Ned and Peter laughed together as they too reached the bus and took seats near the front, Peter taking the window seat and Ned falling in beside him. They talked about new lego sets and movies they were interested in as the bus advanced through the city. Peter hardly even noticed when the bus pulled up to the front of the tower and the doors hissed open. Peter finally looked up from his conversation with Ned and let out a groan, his father was standing at the main entrance of the building with a huge grin on his face, eyes hidden behind dark sunglasses and his hands in his pockets.

“I wonder if moms going to make an appearance,'' Peter quickly thought to himself as he followed the last of the kids off the bus.

“Well, Welcome Decathlon champions! Congratulations on your recent win, we at S.I hope you have nothing but fun on your tour today and encourage any and all questions”, Tony let out gleefully. Peter couldn’t see his eyes but knew they were sparkling, he was having way too much fun with this.

MJ moved from her position near the teacher and  gave Peter a look of pure evil before turning back to Tony and asking in a very innocent tone,

“Mr.stark, what color is Peters room?”

Soft giggles and laughs erupted as the teacher attempted to quiet the kids and MJ shot a sweet smile back at Peters whose ears were turning from a soft pink to blush rather rapidly.

“Excellent question young miss! It’s grey.” Tony’s smile only grew as he answered the question without missing a beat. Oh yea, Peter hated this. As his dad lead the group into the building Peter hung back a bit, he knew his dad was only having fun but that didn't make it any less embarrassing. As his father was explaining something about the importance of keeping your investors happy to the group ahead of him he felt a gentle hand run through the back of his hair. Looking up in surprise he received an encouraging smile in return from his mother. He was still in his robes so Peter guessed he had just come back from one of the sanctums.

“Hello there spiderling, is your father being kind? We had a long talk about not going too far this morning.”

Peter leaned into the hand rubbing the back of his head and let out a sigh.

“I know he’s not trying to go too far, but MJ and probably Ned are encouraging him so it’s a group effort to ruin my social life. Oh my god, do you think they conspired? Oh god.”

Stephen let out a laugh as he watched Peter go through all stages of grief at once at the idea of his best friends and dad teaming up to embarrass him. Funny as it may be though Stephen would always fight for Peter, and giving Tony a taste of his own medicine would be delightful for both him and Peter. Ruffling Peters hair once more he made sure the boy saw the wink he shot him before he walked towards the front of the group, leaving the slightly confused boy to follow behind. As Stephen neared the front of the group he could feel the awed eyes of Peters classmates on him. Tony was faced away from the group talking about one of the prototypes suits out on display when Stephen cleared his throat. Tony turned with a start, how long has Stephen been here? He was about to ask just that when he happened to glimpse the wide smile on his son's face and his stomach dropped when he looked back up at his wife, the Mama Bear look beginning to shine through.

“Tony, I see you’ve chosen to lead this tour yourself instead of having one of the guides do it. That's very interesting considering the list of duties id left out for you this morning. Are they finished yet?’

It was Tony's turn to blush as the kids giggled at his silence, Stephen crossed his arms over his chest and leveled him with a stern look.

“Honestly Tony, sometimes it’s like I have two children to look after, are you ready to come back upstairs and finish your chores?”

The quiet giggles turned into open laughter as Tony sighs and walks over to Stephen.

“Yes Dear, Friday, have a new tour guide sent out while I accompany my wife back to the old labor ward.”

When Tony finally reaches Stephens side he glares up at him with his best defiant look, to which Stephen responds with an eyebrow raised and a much more intense Mama Bear look.The point was clear to Tony, “Embarrass our son one more time and you’ll regret it my love.”

Tony’s hard look quickly melted into a smile as he pushed up to sneak a surprise kiss on the cheek, eliciting a chorus of ewww from behind them as they both smile and grab the other’s hand to head up to the family floor. Stephen was glad he saved Peter from being tormented by his father any longer, but couldn't leave without doing a little bit of damage himself.

“Have fun on the rest of your trip spiderling, your father and I hope you have a wonderful time with your friends”, all of this was said as he wrapped an arm around Tony’s waist as they waited in front of the elevator doors. Tony caught on in a heartbeat.

“Your Mother and I will have dinner waiting for you when you’re done, we love you!!” With a flourish of waves and blown kisses they both stepped into the open elevator doors and wait to laugh until the doors fully close, their son’s bright red face and look of impending revenge the last thing they see.

[crocusflowersandchocolates]

R1. Would you have sex with the last person you text messaged?

Yes, ma’am!

2. You talked to an ex today, correct?

I did, actually. We’re friends :3

3. Have you taken someones virginity?

Not even my own loool

4. Is trust a big issue for you?

YES! I have issues and I cannot lie.

5. Did you hang out with the person you like recently?

Does internet count?

6. What are you excited for?

To get my diploma to be an official nail technician!

7. What happened tonight?

 Mystic Messenger Happened!

8. Do you think it’s disgusting when girls get really wasted?

Why is it the question about “girls” in particular? How is it any different from boys getting wasted or any other gender?

9. Is confidence cute?

If it’s not forced, yes.

10. What is the last beverage you had?

Water.

11. How many people of the opposite sex do you fully trust?

2

12. Do you own a pair of skinny jeans?

 All my jeans are skinny jeans. It’s the kind I like the most.

13. What are you gonna do Saturday night?

I hope I’ll be reading one of the books I got for my birthday or finaly watching Kaguya-sama- Love is war. with my fiancée.

14. What are you going to spend money on next?

Bus.

15. Are you going out with the last person you kissed?

No, she’s my mom. 

16. Do you think you’ll change in the next 3 months?

I sure hope I do, or I’ll be in a lot of trouble.

17. Who do you feel most comfortable talking to about anything?

My fiancée.

18. The last time you felt broken?

Yesterday...

19. Have you had sex today?

HAHAHAHAHAHAH No.

20. Are you starting to realize anything?

Maybe my psychologist is right afterall.

21. Are you in a good mood?

Yes, but no.

22. Would you ever want to swim with sharks?

First I’d have to learn how to swim.

23. Are your eyes the same color as your dad’s?

Gods, I wish they were but no.

24. What do you want right this second?

Again, fiancée.

25. What would you say if the person you love/like kissed another girl/boy?

It would be ok if they told me before. Otherwise i’d get really pissed.

26. Is your current hair color your natural hair color?

Half of it lol

27. Would you be able to date someone who doesn’t make you laugh?

Well I don’t actually see myself dating anyone else... But no, I don’t think I could date someone who didn’t make me laugh.

28. What was the last thing that made you laugh?

Probably some video on youtube.

29. Do you really, truly miss someone right now?

Yup. 

30. Does everyone deserve a second chance?

Not everyone. Then again, how do you know if the person deserves it? Might as well give them the second chance and just observe. People may surprise us.

31. Honestly, do you hate the last boy you were talking to?

No, I love him.

32. Does the person you have feelings for right now, know you do?

I sure hope he does, I make that very clear everyday.

33. Are you one of those people who never drinks soda?

I’m the kind of person who never drinks soda until they have a glass just because and then gets addicted. So I rather not have soda.

34. Listening to?

Videos from Cut on youtube.#keepit100

35. Do you ever write in pencil anymore?

No. I do, however, draw a lot XD

36. Do you know where the last person you kissed is?

I mean if you talk about a romantic kiss the person ain’t nowhere.

37. Do you believe in love at first sight?

I’ve lived it.

38. Who did you last call?

Mom.

39. Who was the last person you danced with?

Probably someone from gym class when I was 17.

40. Why did you kiss the last person you kissed?

Because I had just got home.

41. When was the last time you ate a cupcake?

When I was 17 and on the worst vacation of my life. The cupcake was very good, though.

42. Did you hug/kiss one of your parents today?

Yes.

43. Ever embarrass yourself in front of a crush?

Is it really a crush, if you don’t embarrass yourself in front of them?

44. Do you tan in the nude?

What tan? I don’t do tan. I’d burn to death.

45. If you could, would you take back your last kiss?

Lol wtf

46. Did you talk to someone until you fell asleep last night?

 Almost but no.

47. Who was the last person to call you?

-my mom

48. Do you sing in the shower?

Always. Singing is my life even though I sing so badly lol

49. Do you dance in the car?

No. Too busy getting sick.

50. Ever used a bow and arrow?

I used to be good at that thing!

51. Last time you got a portrait taken by a photographer?

Around two years ago because I needed the pictures for my university card.

52. Do you think musicals are cheesy?

No, I love musicals!

53. Is Christmas stressful?

Yup.

54. Ever eat a pierogi?

No, but I did search and they look delicious.

55. Favorite type of fruit pie?

I only tolerate apple pie and it has to be warm. I don’t really like fruit pie much.

56. Occupations you wanted to be when you were a kid?

A surgeon and a detective.

57. Do you believe in ghosts?

I don’t know.

58. Ever have a Deja-vu feeling?

A lot.

59. Take a vitamin daily?

I used to take Vitamin D but I never bought a refill because I’m an idiot.

60. Wear slippers?

No. I only wear crocs or flip flops at home.

61. Wear a bath robe?

Nope.

62. What do you wear to bed?

Depends on the humor but mostly a baggy shirt and sweatpants or pajama shorts.

63. First concert?

Never went to one.

64. Wal-Mart, Target or Kmart?

Not American.

65. Nike or Adidas?

I only wear Vans or Converse lol

66. Cheetos Or Fritos?

Cheetos.

67. Peanuts or Sunflower seeds?

Peanuts.

68. Favorite Taylor Swift song?

Suddenly forgot all of her songs.

69. Ever take dance lessons?

I did!

70. Is there a profession you picture your future spouse doing?

He wants to be a teacher. I hope he can fulfill his dream.

71. Can you curl your tongue?

Yes.

72. Ever won a spelling bee?

Never went to one but I’m pretty good at spelling.

73. Have you ever cried because you were so happy?

Many times.

74. What is your favorite book?

There’s just too many.

75. Do you study better with or without music?

With music but I can’t know the lyrics or else I’ll sing and won’t study.

76. Regularly burn incense?

No, I’m allergic.

77. Ever been in love?

I am

78. Who would you like to see in concert?

My chemical Romance T.T

79. What was the last concert you saw?

None

80. Hot tea or cold tea?

Cold tea. I can’t stand being burned while I try to enjoy my tea.

81. Tea or coffee?

Tea.

82. Favorite type of cookie?

Those butter cookies with the red jam in the middle or whatever.

83. Can you swim well?

No, I’m actually kind of afraid of the sea.

84. Can you hold your breath without holding your nose?

Yeah. 

85. Are you patient?

NO!

86. DJ or band, at a wedding?

DJ.

87. Ever won a contest?

Yup. Poetry one!

88. Ever have plastic surgery?

I’m poor. And I don’t think what I don’t like about myself could be arranged with a surgery.

89. Which are better black or green olives?

Green. I like them both, but green!

90. Opinions on sex before marriage?

What kind of... That’s just stupid. Not everyone wants to get married. 

91. Best room for a fireplace?

- living room. Other places are just alien for me.

92. Do you want to get married?

YES!

[lokislittlemagpie]

ask 16 and 32 wuw

((WOAH OMG HI LMAO- I'll add a meme for them too just to show more of their personality-)

Lets start with Benny!

(THIS IS A 20 YEAR TIME SKIP TO THE CURRENT SERIES!!!)

32) (this actually helps with explaining him anyway-) Benny was designed after Brook the skeleton big time- He has darker skin and jade eyes like his mom (an undead demon 1800s girl i made a long while back-) Unlike both parents, he is fully living since he was created by CC! But he does have a veerry sensitive body (can get sick very easily or can very easily die by eating anything too spicy-) small heart issues, and is kinda thin- He is about 6 feet 7 inches and has dark black curly hair that he usually has inna tight pony tail! (kinda like Usopp but it drops down more, not as round rlly) He is 18!

16) Benny, as i said, is a lot like Brook but he is also incredibly inspired by Cyclonus too! He does have a love for old music and loves sword canes- But hes a huge chicken like Brook too- He loves Les Misrerables and he loves Hamilton- if you even get this man started, he will earrape One more Day and Satisfied until that's all you can hear in your worst nightmares-

32) Yunni is about 5 feet 6 inch of pure sass- He is blond with big green eyes that are quite beautiful actually- He loves pink booty shorts and crop tops with things that say the dumbest jokes like "kawaii on the streets" on the front and "Senpai in the sheets" on the back- He is a great cook and will gladly be your sassy prep boi- his hair is kinda a combo of Sanji and Italy from Hetalia- He has that one strand of curly hair like he does but theat medium hair that covers one eye like Sanji but it's longer on the left and curls at the tips! He is 24!

16) He is inspired by 4 characters! Sanji, Italy, Swerve, and Bumblebee- His personality is a mush of Swerves low self-esteem jokes, Bumblebee Bayverse sass, Italy's cuteness, and Sanjis slight anger problems and his cooking skills aren't as great but hes a great bar tender! He loves Jeff Dunham, Gordon Ramsay, and Kevin Hart and he references their jokes or threats on the daily-

32) Ruby is the daughter of two black magicians! Basil Hawkins and Dorothy Hopkins (whos next!) She has looong hair like her dad but is a slightly dark brown with black a the tips! She has his deep red eyes tho- Her face is more rounded like her mother's and she's only 5 foot 4- She's calm ajd quiet but can and will burn you not just literally but with just five words, your life is over- She always has a small smile on her face and always carries her book of spells! She has both her parents clothing sense wth dark clothes but she has to have her fathers old school frills and long black and red robes like her mother! She is 20!

16) She is inspired obviously from Hawkins- But she is very slightly tinted with Drift from Bayverse! She will tell dark dark poems at honestly the not so best of times- and she loves swords! She loves Adventure time and Steven Universe- Its the only light side to her just don't say that to her face-

32) Dorothy is a 5 foot 5 Long slightly curly black curly haired magician! She has a third eye that runs in her now extinct royal family. She is always gently smiling but will put you in your place- One cold stare and make you wanna regret being born- She keeps her third eye covered with her hair and has emerald green eyes- her third eye has a huge dry eye problem so its kinda lightly tinted yellow with red veins- but its still green! She loves her medical dark magic gowns and gear! She is more into demons and sacrifice while Ruby likes to summon little demons and do blood moon stuff! They both love crystals tho! Amythest and Quartz are a must-

16) She is inspired by only a two people- Loki from Marvel with her slight sense of humor and honestly her hair- And she is also like The Black Magician who is from Princess and the frog who I can't remember the name of- She becomes someone else if she uses dark magic too long at once! She loves soap operas and would die to see Phantom of the Opera live-

32) Lucas is a fun loving spider mink human hybrid! He is the son of Admiral Kizaru and My GFs OC Kasumi! He looks a lot like his dad but his personality is a little different! His hair is more curly and his a milk chocolate brown! He has four eyes but usually only uses the blue bottom eyes and keeps the red upper ones closed- He has elf like pointy ears and his dad's ridiculous lips- He has his eye brows too- But! he has his mom's fangs and eyes! He also has for slightly clawed arms and hands! He is just at perfect 6 feet! He uses swords and webs in battle that come from his hands like spiderman! He is calm but has many jokes and could be hiding anywhere- He is always smiling and tapping a foot to some song in his head- He loves his light peach orange uni pocket hoodie and his loose dark blue jeans with his converse-

16) Hes inspired by Kizaru of course and he is like a Rose Trantula kinda- More calm than most big spiders but still can and will fight you- He is also inspired clearly by spiderman! He also kinda reminds me of Whirl when he snaps- Or like IDW Drift when he gets Slicy dicey- He loves the old stuff like Ren and Stimpy and he still gets nightmare about "return the slaaaab" From Courts the cowardly dog-

32) Julie Ann is a pink haired girl with purple tips and is full of spunk and curse words- She has a thin mechanical arm after getting it blown of by her own inventions! She is smart and narcissistic but secretly fears being alone- She loves military boots and torn up rock shirts that are almost a little revealing thanks to the giant arm pit holes- she loves black leather pants and always has half her head shaved on the left while the right is just flying around! But she does have a piece perminantly braided in the front of her head on the right and it's a just a few inches passed her shoulders- She will fist fight god and walk backwards into hell with both birds up- she has sky blue eyes!

16) She is inspired By Julie Sue from the sonic comics! (The older stuff) and Eustass Kidd from one piece! She can be a lot like Braintsorm/ Whirl too- Shes a scary woman- Five Finger Death Punch and the all edgy verse of DC is her life-

32) Mel is A very shy GIANT Angler fish- I know in real life male anglers are tiny as hell but I really wanted a big shy man and Mel happened- Melvin is green with sea blue spike fins on his arms and back of his calfs! He has huge spike fin gills too but has learned to breath air over time- he has the little dangling trap from his forehead and has a combed over blue mohawk- He has big sharp teeth that poke out from his mouth in random places- his hands have blue webbing and so does his feet- His eyes are black and have gold squiggly irises- He is at a scary 7 feet 4 inches but he just wants hugs- This man cries when watching Endgame and Phantom of the Opera- He has a love for shirts that are just a little loose on him and loves jean shorts with sandles! He also loves crocs- Don't tease him he'll literally cry-

16) He is inspired actually by Ten from IDW and a bit of Endgame Hulk- He is also like inspired by Katakuri from One Piece! His sharp teeth from Kat and his body build is not quite as beefy as Hulk but he's kinda close honestly- He loves Steven Universe and the original Teen Titans! He squeals like a fan boy when ever he sees Beast boy-

32) Jake is happy smart mini Dobbie! He is the shortest standing at 4 feet 5 inches! He has a stub tail and a golden pirate ring piercing on his right ear! He has all the colors and looks of a dobbie he just smol- He loves to fix things and will growl if you poke to much fun at him- Ruby calls it 'Short man syndrom' and he hates it- He only wears blue torn up blue mean shorts- No shirt and no shoes- His eyes are bright bby boi sea blue! He loves head pats every now and then and loves bacon- You can kill this mans family and hell forgive you for 5 pounds of bacon- He blasts Wheezer and Gorillaz from his work shop at all times!

16) He is inspired by your typical tiny Dobbie! But he kinda looks like a mechanic version of Rewind- He is also inspired by an old friends dog who was named Jake! He doesn't watch much tv or movies but if he does its gotta Be Marvel- This man looks up to Tony Stark like a god and has an Iron man poster for modivation in his shop-

((I hope this isn't like too gross or annoying- Ive never mentioned any of my OCs- In fact i just forgot my main OC Lola- w o w- If you want stuff for her just let me know! I'll even try to find my old doodles and my gfs doodles if you want me to-))

[galahadwilder]

The Living Joke, Ch. 2

Harley has discovered a cure for the Joker’s broken mind, and now a mostly sane Jack Napier must come to grips with all of the harm he’s done over the years, and decide whether he’s damned for the actions of a madman wearing his face.

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One hundred feet below Wayne Manor, elevator doors open into a vast cavern and a dead man steps out. Jason Todd, the Red Hood, the black sheep of the Bat Family, Titan and Outlaw, enters the Batcave carrying his cycling helmet under his arm and wondering why Bruce has invited him here. Especially in the middle of the day.

"Chemical analysis looks hopeful," he hears Bruce say. "The formula seems to be doing exactly what Harley predicted it would."

"Seems to?" Dick replies. "Didn't you say yourself he was acting like a normal person in the café?"

"He's very good at that," Bruce responds as Jason rounds the corner and sees Bruce in chinos and a button-down sitting at the Batcomputer, looking over analysis of what Jason recognizes vaguely as a variety of antipsychotic, though not one he's ever seen before. Dick, meanwhile, is perched on one of the railings and dressed like a well-groomed hobo. "He fooled me for months as Eric Border," Bruce continues. "I'm not exactly objective here." He takes a sip of his coffee from a #1 Mom mug that Tim and Cass had found at a flea market and had rapidly become his favorite. "Good morning, Jason," he says, without turning around.

"Hey, B," Jason says, unsurprised that Batman has noticed he's here. He places his helmet down on an empty stainless steel table. "Doesn't sound like I'm in trouble for anything?"

"You're not," Bruce says, typing a long string of nonsense symbols, or rather, a code designed by Clark to be easily readable at super-speed. In the corner, the computer states that the file is being shared with SciencePizza—Barry's username on the Justice League groupchat. "I need your perspective on something." He glances at Dick. "Both of yours."

"Sure, whatcha got?" Jason says, dropping into one of the spare chairs and spinning a few times.

Bruce gestures to the screen. "What do you think of this?"

Jason tilts his head. "Looks like a new kind of anti-psychotic," he says. "Organic ingredients, some novel stuff..." He looks at Bruce. "This for Harvey?"

Dick shudders. "God, I hope not."

"Be nice, Dick," Barbara says, coming up the stairs with Cassandra trailing quietly behind her. Barbara is wearing jeans and a leather jacket, while Cass is dressed in jeans, a messy white blouse, and a black skinny tie. "Harvey's an old friend."

"He shot me in the face," Dick pouts back.

"Poor baby," Barbara responds, caressing her boyfriend's cheek. "Always a shame when something happens to a face that pretty."

Cass walks over to her father's side, leaning onto the back of the chair with crossed arms. "Your call seemed urgent."

"Somewhat." Bruce looks up at her, naked fondness in his eyes. "Cassandra, darling, can you move? I need to turn around."

Cassandra moves over slightly, turns, and leans against the keyboard, and Jason is somewhat jealous to note that she's perfected the "bisexual slouch" that Jason has been trying to practice on Roy and Artemis for months. And given that it's Cass, she probably knows exactly what she's communicating, though given that Tim and Stephanie are in California Jason isn't exactly sure who she's communicating to.

Bruce turns the chair around, so Cass is behind him and the rest of his present children in his field of vision. "I've called the four of you here because each of you has a unique perspective on a particular issue," he says. "We have reason to believe that Harley Quinn has managed to create an effective treatment for the Joker's mental condition."

There's a moment of absolute stunned silence that echoes through the entire cave, then Barbara breaks it with a hearty "Holy shit."

Dick whistles.

Jason crosses his arms behind his head. "So what's the plan to get him to take it?" he says. "Force it down his throat?"

Bruce shakes his head. "I already had Aaron Cash deliver him the first dose," he says. "And from what Barry, Harley, and I can all tell, it seems to be working. But."

"But," Cassandra echoes knowingly. She nods. "You're not sure."

Bruce purses his lips. "I want it to work," he says. "But at the same time, the pessimist in me is hoping that it won't. Punching him is simpler. So it's..." He tilts his head. "...difficult." He looks at his three oldest partners. "You three have the most experience with him out of anyone in the family, and Cassandra—" he acknowledges her with a nod of his head, "—is the best equipped to notice smaller signs. I'd like to ask you four to watch him, to gauge whether he actually is getting better or whether it's some kind of ruse."

Jason grimaces, leaning forward. "You know I'm going to default to no."

Bruce sucks in his lips and nods. "That's why I asked your advice specifically," he says. "You and Barbara are the least likely people in the family to trust him." He does not say why, because everyone in the room knows and he of all people knows what it's like to have to relive significant trauma. "If he is faking, I'm counting on you two to find out why."

It's an odd experience, being needed by Bruce for possibly the first time since he died. Jason decides he likes it.

"I kinda feel like the odd man out, here," Dick says.

Bruce turns to him. "You're the most likely to believe him," he says, and it's not an accusation—there's pride in his voice as he says it. "If it is, then Jack is going to need—"

"Jack?" Barbara interrupts.

"Jack Napier," Bruce says. "It's his name."

Cassandra raises an eyebrow. "First-name basis?"

Bruce remains completely impassive, which for him means he’s basically rolling his eyes. "If this is real, then Napier is going to need someone in his corner to make sure he doesn't backslide."

"I have a condition," Barbara announces. Everyone turns to her, and she clutches at her elbow, nervously shifting her weight to one hip. "I'm not going near him," she says. "I'll do it, but only as Oracle. No Batgirl involved."

Jason's eyes unconsciously flick to her stomach, where the bullet scar is hiding among a small number of larger knife wounds, then he catches himself and looks away. He feels a twinge on his back, the one he feels whenever he gets cold, where the Lazarus pit never quite erased the scarring from the crowbar. He can sympathize with not wanting to share space with that monster. It's a big part of why he started carrying guns, and why he decided to wear the red helmet—his own twisted form of exposure therapy.

"Agreed," Bruce says, turning back to his computer. "Now, if you'll excuse me, Croc's been robbing bodegas again." He glances at Jason. "You've got a fairly good relationship with him. Care to come with?"

In case anyone is wondering why Bruce seems out of character, I'm using @unpretty's Bruce from the Sorrowful and Immaculate Hearts series—specifically taking inspiration from the fic "Christmas in Kansas"—who I think is the best Batman/Bruce Wayne ever written.

[teen-titans-imagines]

Redamancy

Jason Todd x Reader

A/n: omg. I can get bingo....IN FOUR DIFFERENT SPOTS. all i want is bingo XD. Also, I really don’t think this was exactly what you had in mind. I’m sorry.

Trope: Bleeding Through the Bandages

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Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Friendship, Drama Rated: Everyone Warnings: Blood, Graphic Depictions of Blood, Injuries, Graphic Depictions of Injuries.

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Author: Teen-Titans-Imagines

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You had hoped that Jason would start being more careful when he went out on his missions. Granted, getting your ass handed to you was inevitable sometimes, but Jason never failed to get hurt. Almost always did he come home with bruises, cuts, both, or worse. You hated it. 

However, you could never ask Jason to stop being Red Hood. Being Red Hood was something he seemed to enjoy, and who were you to try and take that from him? You weren’t his mother, certainly not his father, and you weren’t some government official. You were just little ole (Y/n), paramour of the Red Hood.

When Jason came home, it was at about an hour after midnight. You had stayed up as you always did, first-aid kit sitting on the end table of the couch, opened and ready to be used. The sound of boots being kicked off made you smile. Even when he was tired and wounded, Jason remembered to kick his boots off at the door. 

The man stumbled in, hands up at his mask and removing the armor, almost flinging it onto the couch. His blue eyes caught your gaze, and he smiled softly. 

“You know, you really don’t have to stay and wait up for me.”

“Yes, but who is going to take care of you, then? Certainly not yourself. I’ve seen the sutures you’ve done by yourself, Todd, and with all due respect, they look like shit.”

Jason chuckled, limping over to you and the couch before sitting down with a pained wheeze. Huffing, you instructed as you stood in front of him. 

“Shirt off, Jason.”

“I haven’t been home for five minutes, and you’re already trying to get me naked.”

You gave the man an unamused look as he painfully took his jacket and shirt off. You replied to him as you grabbed your supplies. 

“Keep talking, and I’ll sew your mouth shut while I’m at it.”

“Yes, Nurse.”

You smiled lightly before turning to Jason, your smile falling and your eyes widened. 

“Jesus fucking christ, Todd. Did you go through a wood chipper? What the fuck?”

Jason winced and muttered, giving you room to sit beside him as he explained. 

“No, I went through Killer Croc. I think he was trying to eat me.”

Your fingers carefully cleaned the area of blood, Jason wincing every now and then as you disinfected the gashes and teeth marks in his torso.

“It would seem so. Looks like you tried taking on a god damn grizzly.”

“It was actually a crocodile, but great guess.”

You gave Jason a warning look before slowly beginning to sew his wounds shut. As you did so, Jason hummed as he stared at you, his hand coming up to play with a piece of your hair. 

“So lucky that I have a hot nurse to take care of me.”

“Jason, I’m literally going to sew your mouth shut. Stop distracting me.”

Jason laughed lightly as he spied your blush, teasing you as you finished suturing the severe wounds, wrapping bandages around his torso. 

“Come on, babe! You can’t blame me for having such an amazing and hot woman be my nurse.”

You shook your head as you packed up the first-aid kit, setting it down on the floor beside the end table. Looking back at Jason, you huffed. 

“No, but I can blame you for being the reason you even need one. You really gotta start being more careful, Jason.”

Jason became serious, sighing as he looked down. 

“I know, I know.”

“It’s fine. I’m not going to tell you to stop being Red Hood. It’s what you love to do, and I think it’s amazing that you do what you do. God knows I would never ever have the guts to do what you do. I’m just a nurse, not some amazing vigilante that wears a red hood, shooting guns at the bad guys.”

You sat down on the couch beside Jason, your hand gently resting on Jason’s shoulders. 

“Though, I can tell you to start being more careful. One of these days, my skills are going to be too insufficient to take care of you, and then what?” 

You bit your lip and whispered, giving Jason a pleading look. 

“Just...be more careful, Jay. I really don’t think I could keep going without you by my side.”

Jason’s awe had him silent. How did he end up with someone as amazing and considerate as you? He replied back, taking your hand within his own and kissing your palm softly.

“I’ll try my best, (Y/n). I’m sorry I worry you.”

You shook your head, murming.

“I’m always going to worry about you, Jason. Whether you’re Red Hood, or Jason Todd. My worry doesn’t end where your crime-fighting begins.”

Jason’s face tinted red, and he leaned over, gently kissing you. Kissing him back, you humemd as Jason threaded his fingers within your hair, laying you down on the couch. However, he winced, and you suggested. 

“We really shouldn’t do this, Jason. Maybe let’s just go to bed?”

Jason pouted before obliging, sitting back up. Yawning, the man stretched before he hissed, and you gave him a look.

“I swear to god. If you rip your stitches, you’re sleeping on the couch.”

“Aw, come on!”

Jason whined. However, you stared at his bandages, narrowing when red began to blotch the white material. You stared accusingly at Jason before he chuckled nervously.

“Guess Nurse (Y/n) had to make another appearance?”

“I’m gonna take your gun and shoot you with it.”

“I could die knowing a pretty face was the last thing I saw.”

“Jason Peter Todd. Shut the fuck up, and stay still so I can redo the stitches.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

[END]