#he's a year younger than cream and they're best friends

[ectopuppy]

its the boyyyyyyy (and shoko)

brain fell out so i drawed my sonic ocs uwu

[theostrophywife]

brother's bsf! mattheo who you've had a crush on for years.

but he's only ever seen you as theo's little sister (or so he says).

it doesn't matter that you and theo are only a year apart. your older brother is extremely protective of you and so are the rest of his friends — especially mattheo.

you grew up around the boys, which was a blessing and a curse in and of itself. on one hand, you grew super close to mattheo, but on the other hand, he's seen you through your awkward braces and pigtails phase.

lately though, brother's bsf! mattheo starts to notice you. really notice you.

suddenly, you didn't seem so little to him anymore.

but over the years, your infatuation with your brother's best friend calmed to attraction instead. you've come to accept that while mattheo would always be your first crush, that's all it would really ever amount to. a harmless little childhood crush.

thanks to theo, you hadn't gotten much of a chance to date when you were younger, but now that you were starting uni with the rest of the boys, you were determined to push those silly little feelings for mattheo away and start putting yourself out there.

granted, you had a lot to learn given your sheltered upbringing.

boys had taken a liking to you. why wouldn't they? you're pretty, you're smart, and you're the perfect combination of sweet and sassy, but you were also extremely naïve.

brother's bsf! mattheo had to protect you.

it was his responsibility.

theo trusted him to keep an eye on you. so he did.

・❥・ brother's bsf! mattheo glares at any boy that dares to look at you.

・❥・ brother's bsf! mattheo revs his motorcycle and comes in hot when he sees anyone talking to you, handing you the pink helmet he keeps on him at all times without a single word.

・❥・ brother's bsf! mattheo gives you rides to your dorm and takes you out for ice cream after a particularly hard exam.

it's clear that mattheo has a soft spot for you. no matter how vehemently he denies it.

until the night that everything changed.

it was a chilly friday evening when you happily skipped out of your dorm building, eager to attend your first frat party.

the cute boy in your history class asked you to come with him and you immediately said yes despite not knowing what to expect. it seemed fun and exciting and a little bit dangerous.

as luck would have it, you ran into none other than mattheo on your way out. his sleek black motorcycle was parked on the curb, smoke wafting from his lips as he took a lazy drag of his cigarette. leaning against his bike, mattheo raised a brow as you strutted onto the sidewalk.

"where do you think you're going, nott?"

"to a party, matty."

"with who?"

"a friend."

mattheo narrows his eyes at you. "I know all your friends and they're busy tonight. so which friend is it?"

you sigh in frustration. "just a friend from class. god, you sound like theo right now."

"you're not going anywhere wearing that."

"what's wrong with my dress?"

you smoothed down the front of your red minidress self-consciously, shying away from mattheo's intense gaze. his chocolate brown eyes scanned your body, the heat of his stare dragging along your skin.

"for starters, that dress barely covers anything and knowing you, you'll be cold within the first few minutes."

"I'll be fine, mattheo. I'm a big girl, I can take care of myself."

mattheo crosses his arms, huffing at your statement. "so you told theo where you're headed off to tonight?"

you shrugged. "what my brother doesn't know won't hurt him."

"yes, but he might hurt anyone stupid enough to ogle you in that dress. as will I. maybe I should tell him what his baby sister is up to. better yet, maybe I should come with you to this party, hm?"

"no please," you pleaded. "I just want one night where I'm not being treated like a little kid. can you give me that, matty? please?"

you flashed your best puppy dog eyes at him, knowing that he couldn't possibly resist when you asked so nicely.

mattheo considers it for a moment before sighing in defeat. "fine, princess. but text me when you get there and call me when you're home. don't even think about turning your location off or else I'll send a brigade after you."

"yes sir."

"good girl."

before brother's bsf! mattheo could think better of it, you kiss his cheek and promise to call him later that night.

brother's bsf! mattheo watches you strut away in your tight little dress with a soft smile on his face, fully knowing that you had him wrapped around your finger.

by the time you arrive at the party, it's in full swing. music is blaring, drinks are flowing, and the frat house is packed to the brim with people.

you send a quick text to mattheo to let him know you've arrived before spotting aiden.

clearly, your date was already a few drinks in. he greets you with a lingering hug before handing you a red cup. "cheers, y/n."

"cheers," you respond, clinking your cup against his and taking a generous swig. the liquor burns your throat and aiden chuckles as you try to hide your wincing.

still, it does the job.

you loosen up after a few sips. aiden introduces you to his friends and you smile politely, trying not to squirm out of his hold as he pulls you in by the waist.

it's fine, he's just keeping you close in such a packed crowd. he doesn't mean any harm by it.

at least that's what you told yourself.

until aiden tries to make a move on you in the middle of the dance floor. you already told him that you didn't want to dance, but he insisted.

you could smell the liquor on his breath as he grabbed your hips, moving them along to the rhythm of the song. you tried to put some distance between you, but aiden didn't seem deterred by it. in fact, his wandering hands slide down to your lower back until they're planted firmly on your ass. you attempted to pry them away, but he slurred "relax" into your ear before giving your ass a squeeze.

that was the tipping point for you.

with all your strength, you shoved aiden off while he cursed after you. the lights were blinding as you made your way through the crowd, fleeing to the bathroom.

you had brother's bsf! mattheo's number dialed before you even closed the door.

surprisingly, he picks up on the first ring.

"hi matty, are you — are you busy right now?"

"I'm with the boys. how'd the party go, princess?"

"um, I'm still here and I just really want to go home."

you hear shuffling on the other end. presumably mattheo finding somewhere more private to speak with you. "I thought your friend was your ride home?"

"well, aiden's drunk and he's been getting a little handsy the whole night so I don't really feel safe going home with him."

"what?" mattheo hisses. "you didn't tell me you were with a guy. I never would've let you go off alone with some random prick."

"please don't be mad, matty. I just wanted to have fun without worring about my brother hovering over my shoulder. don't tell theo, please. I'll — I'll figure it out. I'll find another ride."

"like hell you are! drop your location. the boys and I are coming."

"no, please. I don't want this to be a whole thing. if theo finds out, he'll never let me out of his sight again."

you could feel mattheo grappling with the situation. part of him wanted to tell his best mate, but all he truly cared about was getting to you as quickly as he could. after a few moments, he sighs. "fine, I won't tell your brother, but I'm still coming to get you. stay where you are, princess and don't hang up the phone. I'm on my way, okay?"

"you really don't have to —"

the argument dies in your throat when you hear the sound of mattheo's motorcycle starting up. he wasn't going to let you talk him out of this. mattheo was coming, whether you wanted him to or not.

"too late. be a good girl and stay on the line with me, sweetheart. I'm coming for you."

brother's bsf! mattheo pays no mind to the boys as they joke about him meeting up with a booty call.

the only thing that matters to him is getting to you.

brother's bsf! mattheo weaves through campus, revving and racing his motorcycle as fast as it can possibly go.

it's too noisy to talk while he rides, but he stays on the line anyways, listening through one earphone as you quietly hum to help calm yourself. mattheo smiles to himself. it's one of his favorite quirk of yours. half of the time, you don't even notice you're doing it. but he does. he notices everything about you.

mere minutes have passed since you first called him, but it feels like an eternity to mattheo when he finally pulls up to the decrepit frat house at the edge of campus.

mattheo parks his motorcycle on the curb, glaring at the prying eyes trained on him. it's not every day that the mattheo riddle, resident bad boy pulls up to a party looking like he's absolutely ready to kill someone with his bare hands.

he has half a mind to burst into the bloody house and pummel that stupid prick for daring to touch you, but the sight of you approaching stops him cold.

you look flustered and fearful, lower lip trembling as you spill out into the sidewalk. mattheo instantly sees red. he vows to make that motherfucker pay for this.

"where is he?"

"mattheo —"

"where. the. fuck. is. he?"

"probably somewhere inside drunk off his arse. I don't know and I don't care. can we please just go?"

despite his anger, you don't balk from him. in fact, you've got both hands pressed firmly against his chest to hold him back.

brother's bsf! mattheo grips your hips, your noses pressing together as he carefully inspects you. making sure you were alright is the only thing keeping him from committing violence.

"tell me where he is."

though mattheo's words are tinged with fury, his tone remains soft and sweet. his voice is nothing but a whisper because even at his angriest, mattheo would never raise his voice at you.

“give me a name, sweetheart. just give me his name."

"it's fine, matty. he's not worth the trouble."

“he left you alone, at a party where you don’t know anyone, got too drunk even though he knows he’s your ride home and got handsy with you even though you weren’t into it. give me one good reason why I shouldn’t fuck him up right now?”

“I can handle him later. can we please just go home? I'm tired and I just want to be in bed now.”

the cold air makes you shiver as you mentally curse yourself for picking such a skimpy outfit when hours ago you felt foolishly confident in your dress.

brother's bsf! mattheo softens when he sees you trembling. without a word, he takes off his jacket and drapes it over your shoulders. the scent of amber and cinnamon envelopes you all at once, lulling you into a calmer state.

"okay, princess. let me take you home."

once mattheo secures the baby pink helmet over your head, he tells you to hang on tight before taking off.

you hug his midsection, resting your chin on his shoulder as mattheo drives slow through the sprawling campus. the streets are empty, but he drags out the ride, wanting to spend as much time with you as possible.

at the strike of midnight, the two of you finally reach your dorm.

although you insist that you're fine, brother's bsf! mattheo walks you all the way up to your door.

the fluorescent lights flicker overhead as you shift your weight form one foot to the other, suddenly feeling shy.

"thanks for picking me up, matty."

"of course, y/n. you know I'd do anything if you're the one asking."

you smile, trying your hardest to hide the blush on your cheeks. "I hope I didn't ruin your night."

mattheo shrugs. "not at all. before you called, I was watching berkshire stuff marshmallows down his throat while the boys cheered him on. trust me, you weren't interrupting anything important."

"still. I appreciate you coming to my rescue and not ratting me out to my brother."

mattheo smiles. "it's our little secret, princess."

the double meaning of the words causes tension between you and the pull that you've always felt towards mattheo feels stronger than ever, tugging you closer.

maybe tonight is the night that you finally feel brave enough to fall.

"goodnight, matty."

brother's bsf! mattheo watches as you get on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek like you always do. except this time, you lean in for a proper kiss.

as soon as mattheo's lips touch yours, you feel your entire body erupt like fireworks. it's everything you imagined it to be and more. his lips are soft against yours, supple and inviting. the kiss takes him by surprise, but once he realizes what's happening, he groans into your mouth, the sound of it filled with need.

dazed and confused, you look up as mattheo pulls away, his big brown eyes scanning your face. "we shouldn't do this, princess."

despite his words, mattheo's hand rests itself on your hip, his thumb brushing gentle circles against your exposed skin. you gulp as he stares at you, your lips brushing, your bodies gravitating towards each other no matter how hard you try to fight the pull.

"is it because of my brother?"

"no," mattheo growls. "we shouldn't do this because I don't know if I'll be able to stop once we start."

"I don't want you to stop, mattheo."

as soon as the words leave your lips, mattheo is kissing you again, and this time, he isn't holding back. you cling onto his shirt as he kisses you hard, the force of it hitting you all at once. his fingers dig into your hips as you bend at the waist, desperately kissing back.

his head is reeling and his heart is pounding. mattheo is drowning in your taste, your touch, your smell. you're every drug rolled into one; seductive and sinful. he's addicted and he can't get enough.

brother's bsf! mattheo doesn't want to pull away. he wants to stay here and live in this moment forever, but he knows that if he does, he'll end up taking everything.

foreheads pressed together, mattheo leans in for one last kiss. this one is sweet and gentle, enough to satiate him for the moment.

"sleep tight, princess. I'll see you in the morning."

"see you in the morning, matty."

brother's bsf! mattheo can't help but take one last look at you, a soft smile on his face when he sees your flushed cheeks and kiss bitten lips.

in that moment, he knows he's fucked. you're his best mate's little sister. he shouldn't have kissed you. he shouldn't feel this way for you. he should've stopped before it was too late, but you were both way past that now.

now that he's had you, he won't want anything else. it's you he'll always crave. it's you he'll always long for. and he doesn't give a fuck what it takes to get you.

brother's bsf! mattheo won't stop until you're his and his alone. *✧･ﾟ:*

[hoejosatoru]

Worth the Wait

Pairing: Fem!Reader X Togame jo, character all 21+, readers hair color/texture and skin color unspecified

Summary: You never thought much of you're little brother's best friend when you were younger. He was just another annoying kid your brother brought around. But Togame grew into himself in adulthood, totally changing your view of him. Little did you know he has been crushing on you for quite some time.

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: smoking, Togame has like some pervy thoughts I guess, face sitting, unprotected sex, cream pie, Choji calls while they're fucking and Togame answers, don't read if aging up characters bothers you. Not proof read. MDNI

Togame could remember the first time he saw you easily. The sight of you laying out in a bikini was quite literally seared into his brain.

He'd been friends with Choji for awhile at that point. They became fast friend after Togame had moved into the neighborhood and started at the same middle school as Choji. They bonded over their mutual disinterest in academics and a shared interest in getting in trouble.

That day was the first time Togame went to Choji's house. It was warm, one of the first days of summer break. Togame was excited to have a whole 2 months of freedom from the drag of classes and homework. He was certain this first summer in Choji's friend group would be one to remember. But first, they needed money for the arcade.

When Togame rounded the corner into Choji's backyard and saw you laying there he stopped dead in his tracks. Choji had mentioned he had a sister, but pretty much only spoke of you being a bitch. Togame really hadn't thought much of what you'd look like. Really, he just imagined Choji with long hair and lipstick, which wasn't a pretty sight. It was safe to say you were nothing like he expected.

His eyes had shamelessly raked up and down your body as you tanned. The skimpy bikini you wore made him damn near weak in the knees. He could tell you were older, probably in high school. Realistically, it was only a few years older than he was, but it made you seem so adult, so out of his league.

"What are you losers doing here?" You had grumbled when you noticed their presence. The look you gave them was disinterested, bordering on rude, but it sealed Togame's fate. He reckons his affinity for mean women was sparked in that moment.

And so for many years he's harbored this crush on you. Of course he had other girlfriends and hook ups, but none could live up to the enigma that you were. His want of you was the only secret he kept from Choji, considering it to be bad bro code to tell your friend how hot you thought their sister was. His secrecy proved to be good judgement.

Every once in awhile, some idiot new recruit would make a comment about how hot you were within Choji's earshot and let's just say they met a very unpleasant ejection from the gang. The worst he saw was the guy who said he'd 'like to have your lips around his dick.' Nobody dared even look at you for a while after that.

That comment was crude, even for Togame's standards. But he would be a hypocrite if he didn't admit he thought things like that. He wasn't particularly proud to admit what he'd done with those thoughts. Many times he had fisted his cock to the thought of you, wishing he could blow his load inside you rather than in his hand.

He'll never forget the time he was over and you walked out of the bathroom in just a towel. Your skin was flushed and glistening from the shower. "Out of my way weirdo," you had snapped, pushing past him. He hadn't cared you called him a weirdo, not one bit. Your skin had brushed against him, all while you were wearing nothing but a towel. The thought of just a single strip of fabric separating your naked body from him is what really did him in. He ended up jerking off in the bathroom, shooting ropes of cum into the toilet. Definitely not his proudest moment, but better than having someone notice he was rock hard.

For you, Togame was not someone you payed much attention to for the longest time. When Choji was a kid he was... a bit much. He often didn't keep friends long and so you never bothered to learn names or even faces. Togame, though, was the first friend Choji had that lasted. But that didn't really change your opinion of him for awhile. He was just another one of your brother's weird friends.

However as you got older, the bickering between you and your brother lessened and you developed a closer relationship. Because Choji and Togame spent so much time together, it naturally led to you becoming more acquainted with him.

On this particular evening you were at a Shisitoren party. Choji tried to keep you from attending his gang's parties for the longest time, but it would be a cold day in hell before you let your little brother tell you what to do. When you slipped out of the packed house to get some air, you found Togame smoking a joint in the backyard.

Togame had changed a lot since you met him. He'd always been on the taller side, but lanky in his youth. In adulthood he had shot up even more, towering over you. But it wasn't just height that grew, it was his whole stature. He'd become so much broader, muscle defining his body. You would have once described his eyes as goofy, too big for his face. Now they sat perfectly with his features, the emerald tone entrancing. It hit you one day that you found your little brother's friend attractive and you didn't really know what to do with that.

"What are you doing out here Togame?" you questioned, pulling his joint out of his hands and taking a hit. If anyone else did that, he'd find it annoying, but from you? He loved it. He couldn't pull his eyes away from your lips as the wrapped around it, his mind immediately going to a very inappropriate place.

"Think you've known me long enough to call me Jo," Togame replied, purposefully brushing his fingers against yours as you passed the joint back to him. He could taste your gloss on it as he took another hit. It was sweet, like candy. He wished he could taste it on your lips.

"Guess you're right about that," you said. Togame held out the joint for you to finish. Instead of taking it, you leaned and allowed him to hold it as you took a hit. "Thanks Jo." You made a point to over emphasize his name as your eyes flicked up to his. Togame grinned, the sound of his name as you smoked his weed making his body buzz.

"You never answered my question by the way."

Togame shrugged. "It was a bit crowded in there. The new recruits are..."

"Lame?" you finished for him. All of them seemed too nervous to talk to you. It made these parties rather boring.

"Ya know if someone talks shit about our guys I'm supposed to kick their ass," Togame replied.

"I'd like to see you try. Choji isn't the only one in the family that can fight," you said.

Togame smirked. "That's kinda hot."

The last few months, your relationship felt shifted with Togame. You weren't sure if it was just because you realized you were attracted to him, and thus you were reading into things more. You noticed he dropped little comments like that, seemingly a joke but certainly could be suggestive. Not that you were innocent of this; you had done your fair share of flirting recently.

"Just kinda? That's disappointing," you replied. "Though I guess that's all I'm gonna get from you Shisitoren guys. My brother's got you all on a leash."

"The guys are scared of Choji," Togame shrugged. "You know how he is."

"Well I'm not scared of him. I'm his older sister, I don't need him trying to control me," you said.

Togame put his hands up innocently. "Hey don't shoot the messenger. I'm just saying that's what the guys are thinking. They fuck you or something and Choji will be on their ass." Togmae couldn't contain his interest. "Is there a guy here you're trying to hook up with?"

It was moments like this you felt that Togame could look right into your head and read your thoughts. "Wouldn't you like to know."

Togame grinned. "Oh I would." He was silent for a beat, considering his next move. Maybe it was the weed lowering his inhibitions, or the way you've been more flirtatious, or just his patience wearing thin after all these years, but he was feeling bold. He took a step closer yo you, his scent filling your lungs. You had to tilt your head up to look at him. "But you may like to know that I'm not scared of Choji."

Oh?

"Hmm, I think I'm gonna need you to prove that to me, Jo," you challenged.

Togame's eyes twinkled with desire. He had a good feeling you were gonna take him up on the offer, but hearing you confirm it made him almost giddy. "We could leave now and no one would notice." Togame gesturing to the party going on inside. "You have your own place now, right?"

And the next thing you knew, Togame was on top of you in your bed. He kissed you deeply, his mouth confident and languid against yours. You had a sneaking suspicious Togame would be a good kisser and you were absolutely right. You slid your fingers into his dark hair, gripping it to pull him closer.

"Fuck," Togame pulled away, slightly breathless. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this." His eyes slid over your body, licking his lips at the thought of stripping your clothes off you.

"Don't tell me you've had a crush on me Togame," you teased. You nipped at his neck, grinding your body up against his.

"Guilty," Togame replied, slipping his hands under your shirt. "I'll never forget the first time I saw you. You were in this tiny little bikini. Been dreaming bout what your tits look like ever since."

You laughed, vaguely remembering the day he was talking about. "But I was such a bitch to you."

Togame squeezed your tits over your bra. "That's why I liked you." He yanked your top off and made quick work of your bra. "Even better than I imagined," he grinned. He licked up the valley between your breast as he massaged them with his hands. His lips found your right nipple, sucking on it to the point of sensitivity while he rolled your left nippled between his fingers. You let out soft moans, rubbing against him for friction. He could feel himself getting harder by the minute, but he was not rushing this after all this time. He kissed is way over to the other breast, repeating the process.

When he finally pulled away, he couldn't help but smile as he admired his work. Your tits were red and swollen from his sucking, glistening with his salvia. He wished he could take a picture.

"You look hot like this," he mused. You took the opportunity of him being distracted to flip him over so you were on top of him straddling his lad. Togame looked up at you with surprise and desire.

"Bet I look even hotter like this," you replied, slipping your hands his shirt and pulling it off. Togame couldn't argue with that. He went to grab your tits, but you slapped his hand away. "No touching till I say so."

Togame let out a groan as you pinned his hands over his head and kissed him. It was maddening, feeling your lips and tongue tangle with his all while you rocked your core against his hardened cock. He wanted to touch you so bad, but not being able to mad it hotter some how. He'd never been with a woman who took charge at all and he loving every second. You both knew he could over power you if he really wanted, but he didn't. He enjoyed feeling at your mercy.

"What do you wanna do to me, Jo?" You asked against his neck. You licked and sucked at his skin.

"Wanna taste you so fucking bad," he replied, his hips grinding up against your. His cock was staring against his boxers and pants, desperate for release, but there was no way he was passing up an opportunity to bury his face in your cunt.

"Mmm want me to sit on your face, huh?"

"Please." There was an edge of desperation to his voice that drove you wild. You released his arms, allowing him to help you out of the rest of your clothes. He licked his lips as you crawled up his body, positioning yourself over him. Togame gripped your hips and pulled you down on to him. He moaned into your cunt as he licked up your slit.

Togame took his time, exploring your cunt with lush, languid strokes of his tongue. He swirled around your clit, sucking it lightly, before teasing your hole. He pressed his tongue deeper inside you, pulling a sensual gasp from your lips.

"Fuck Jo." You rocked your hips against his face, chasing the high that was building up in your body. His nose brushed against your throbbing clit, heightening your pleasure. Togame fucked his tongue into faster, desperate to feel you cum on his face.

His wish was granted with just a few more flicks of his tongue. You cried out his name, the sweetest sound he ever heard, as your body pulsed with pleasure. Your release coated his lips and and tongue and he drank it all in.

"Fuck you're so sweet," Togame panted when you finally slid off of him. He was shamelessly licking his lips clean. He climbed on top of you, an eager glint in his eyes. "If I have to wait any longer to be inside you my dicks gonna explode."

You snorted and rolled your eyes. "How charming."

Togame stripped off his pants and you shamelessly stared at the size of him. Not only was he long, but deliciously thick. Your thighs rubbed together in anticipation.

Togame couldn't contain the deep groan as he slid inside you. He's fantasized about this moment countless times. He's dreamed of how it would feel to have your cunt wrapped around him, sucking him into your wet warmth. Not one of his fantasies compared to the real feel of you.

"Fuck angel you feel amazing." He slowly rolled his hips, savoring every inch of you squeezing him. He couldn't go any faster, not just because he didn't wanna rush this moment, but because he didn't trust himself not to bust too quickly. You were happy to let him take his time as you adjusted to stretch of him deep inside you.

Suddenly, Togame's phone buzzed on where he left it on your nightstand. "Shit it's Choji," he grumbled.

"Are you seriously answering that right now?" you questioned.

"I gotta, he'll be suspicious if I don't." You were about to protest, but Togame already clicked the little green accept call button. "What's up Choji?" he said casually. You could only hear one side of the conversation, but you got the gist of it.

"Your sister?" Togame replied. His eyes dropped down to where he was buried deep inside. "No, sorry I don't know where she is." He winked at you, smiling wickedly. You rolled your eyes, not a Togame, but at your brother for questioning your whereabouts.

"Oh, I'm sure she's doing just fine," Togame smirked at you. "Probably just got bored and went home... yeah I went home too, recruits were boring the shit out of me... sure, if I hear anything about it I'll call you." Togame hung up and tossed his phone aside. "You might wanna text your brother, he's annoyed he can't find you."

Your grumbled, reaching for your phone. The last thing you wanted to do was text your brother while a man - his best friend no less - was literally inside you. But you didn't trust him to not show up unannounced. Unsurprisingly you had a few missed texts from him.

Relax dude I just got tired and left

And I don’t need you calling Togame to hunt me down

"Alright now you better fuck me good enough that I forget you literally answered a call from my brother mid sex," you snapped at him. You wrapped your legs around his hips and pressed him deeper into you. The pressure caused him to lean lower over you, his face just inches from yours.

"My pleasure." Togame was so deep in you as fucked into you. You nipped at his neck and shoulders, stifled your moans against his warm skin. "God, you feel so fucking good," he babbled, "Never had pussy like this."

Your cunt fluttered at his words, only egging him on more. You could feel him throbbing inside you as you dragged your nails down his back. Togame gritted his teeth, loving how the pain of it missed with pleasure. It didn't take much more of his fat tip brushing your sweet spot to pull another orgasm from you.

"Jo -ngh." Your whole body shook with bliss. You clamped down on Togame impossibly harder, pulling a string of curses from him.

"Fuck, can I cum in you?" Togame groaned. He was so grateful that you nodded eagerly because honestly he wasn't sure if he would have been able to stop himself. With a low grunt his hips stuttered and spilled inside you. You rolled your hips up to meet his, savoring the full, warm feeling. Togame held thought he died and went to heaven.

"My middle school self would be so proud of me right now," Togame said when he finally rolled off you. "So worth the wait."

"You're still kinda weird," you replied, "but that was good enough that I'll let it slide."

Togame grinned. "That's all just part of my charm." You rolled your eyes and reached to check your phone. 5 missed texts from Choji.

Okay good. Don't leave without telling me next time

Wait... how did you know I called Togame?

Are you with Togame?

Y/n fucking answer me

I'm going to fucking kill him

Shit.

"Uh, I may have gotten you in trouble," you said. You flipped your phone over for Togame to read. You expected him to get angry or freak out, but he only shrugged.

"Like I said, I'm not scared of him." Togame yawned, truly unbothered. "Besides, you were so worth as beating."

[detectivebambam]

Kevin:

watches a man get cut into pieces, literally being tortured to death in the most brutal way possible at the ripe age of eight

gets abused and tortured to the brink of insanity

was told his whole life that he is Riko's pet, and is not to disobey him or Tetsuji

^ does anyway

has to watch, and often help torture his best friend, who is two years younger than him

's mother died and left him in a cult when he was in elementary school

didn't know his own father until he was 15

begged in every langauge he knew to stop being tortured

's headboard didn't move an inch. Neil was in his spot for two weeks, and survived not because he didn't break, but because Jean did. Neil said he'd never been in so much pain.

was not raised as a human being

is owned by the Yakuza, a notorious and insanely powerful mafia

was raised to be an athlete and nothing else, then broke his hand and thought he'd never play again, meaning he'd be killed

is a Fox through and through

fought his way through a cult mindset to the point that he can have fun with his friends, eat ice cream, sleep when he feels like it, etc.

cares tremendously about his Foxes

makes deals with people who have nothing else to live for in order to keep them alive

is twenty two years old. is only 4 years out of high school. is a literal child, and WAS a literal child when he left EAU

some random ass anons who probably read the books when they were 13 and haven't taken their heads out of their asses since then:

kEviN dAy iS a cOwaRd !?!???!!!!!!

shut the fuck up I'm so done with this. these people have no fucking clue what they're talking about and i guarantee most of them are just looking for attention and trying to get a rise out of people.

it stops being fictional when people who went through the same shit he did have to see a bunch of people talking out of their ass about things they don't and never will understand

[loki-hargreeves]

In Another Life

Pairing: TVA!Loki x Reader (I tried to write it as a gn!reader) Warnings/Tags: angst, mentions of death (nothing graphic), Loki is a bit emo, romantic relationship Word Count: 1.8k Summary: PROMPT: wrong timing // When working with the TVA, Loki certainly doesn't expect to run into you. Especially after what he thought was a final goodbye. A/N: Using this prompt list by @ivystoryweaver . It's been too long since I last wrote for Loki so I'm going back to my roots with this one 🎃

Earth...2011....Timeline???

Loki steps out of the bright orange portal, straightening his suit jacket as he takes in his surroundings. It's definitely Midgard, or Earth as Mobius would call it. By the looks of it, they're in an alleyway somewhere and it's supposed to be 2011. If this timeline is anything like Loki's original timeline, he should be safe to roam these streets without people freaking out.

"So... we're looking for a needle in a haystack," Mobius sighs and rests his hand on his hip. The man glances at the device in his hand, one that's supposed to lead them to the temporal anomaly.

"I doubt it'll be more challenging than when we were looking for Sylvie," Loki smiles tightly. He is confident in his skills to track down the anomaly and figure out what's really going on in this timeline.

Mobius simply shrugs and looks at the end of the alleyway, into the town that is basking in sunlight, "maybe you're right."

"You know I'm right," Loki corrects him and takes the lead, walking out of the shady alleyway. They have a job to do.

It doesn't take very long for Loki to realize that this place is familiar, too familiar. After walking around town for a few moments, he knows it's not just his imagination. This is where he met you, in another timeline of course. All those years ago.

When Loki was younger, before Thor's attempted coronation and all that, he used to sneak through these portals that even Heimdall couldn't see. One of them would lead to Midgard, to this very town. At first, it had been fun, mostly something he did out of curiosity. Exploring the realm without being watched. Loki had been intrigued by people and their customs.

Then he had met you.

To this day, the Trickster's heart swells at the shared memories. To think the god of mischief had fallen for a mortal. If Thor or his friends had found out, Loki would've never heard the end of it. Looking back now, something like that would've been the least of his worries.

The few years you had spent together were brief yet some of the best years of his existence. You had fallen for him, not knowing he was a god, a prince or any of that. No, you fell for Loki for who he was. Saw the sides of him he kept hidden from everyone. And in return, Loki had seen just how wonderful humanity could be. How you, as an individual, made him believe in love. Selfless, real, passionate love.

Then Loki had trusted you with the truth. For a while, everything had been beautiful. No one on Asgard knew the prince was sneaking off to Midgard to see this mortal, and no one on Earth knew or tried to come between you. It had been just the two of you and nothing else mattered.

It's why Loki feels a mixture of overwhelming emotions swirling within him as he walks the familiar streets. It may be in another timeline and things could very well be different here, but many things look exactly the same. Everywhere he looks is a memory that unveils from the depths of his mind. He swears he tried ice cream from that shop once after you insisted he'd like it. You had been right of course.

"Weird…" Mobius mutters, his eyes glued to the device. "We're getting closer to it. It ain't moving at all," He explains and points at the red dot on the screen.

"Perhaps the anomaly is asleep?" Loki suggests, trying to figure out why it isn't moving. Something doesn't feel quite right though.

"Well they won't see us coming, that's for sure."

Loki just nods, too occupied with other things to even respond properly. Is it a coincidence that the anomaly has led them here? To a place so important to Loki?

Soon enough, Loki and Mobius are looking out to a field behind some houses. The sun is beginning to set, painting everything it touches with a golden hue. It's beautiful, just as Loki remembers it. That field out there is perhaps too familiar. By now, he's concerned about the coincidences. If the anomaly has anything to do with you, Loki isn't sure how he'd handle himself.

Do you even exist in this timeline?

A lump forms in his throat as Loki thinks about it. He had to say goodbye to you once already, over a decade ago. It might not be a long time for a being such as him, but a decade without you has already felt like a lifetime. Time is cruel, especially to mortals. What is even crueler is fate who had decided that the brief time you were promised in the first place would be cut so much shorter.

Loki had come to see you one last time without knowing it was the last. You hadn't been well. It was both a blessing and a curse that there had been enough time to say goodbye yet it had been the hardest thing Loki had done. Holding you, telling you how much you meant to him and promising you that he would find a way to cure you. That he would bring you to Asgard and make everything better, knowing damn well there was nothing that could be done. Now all these years later he can only hope that he had told you what you wanted and needed to hear before your time was up. Was it the right or wrong thing to do to create false hope? Did you know?

"What's going on?" Mobius asks with worry, noticing that Loki froze up. He knows Loki well enough by now to know when something's not quite right.

"This place," Loki shakes his head and decides to slip out a hint of truth without revealing too much, "I've been here before."

The wind plays with the flowers growing out on the fields, carrying the sweet late summer scent with it. There's a few people out there, some on a picnic as others read in the shade that the trees offer nearby. Everything about the scene seems serene. Once upon a time, Loki had been out there with you watching the stars. You loved his stories about all the places he had been. Loki recalls how deeply curious you were about the universe and all the beings living here.

"Do you think that's a coincidence?" Mobius asks with growing concern. Sure, Loki has been to a lot of places, he's a century old being but this still seems fishy. For all the places an anomaly could be hiding in.

Before Loki can answer, he sees someone.

There you are.

Healthy, living and breathing. You're in that shirt he remembers you loving so much because it had been a gift from a friend. You're walking down a path, on your way home presumably. That smile, so sweet and happy, is powerful enough to hit Loki's soul like a punch to the gut.

According to the TVA device, it's 2011. In Loki's timeline, you never saw 2011 yet in this timeline you're smiling and safe. Walking home as if nothing bad has ever happened at all.

Loki holds his breath, unable to peel his eyes off of you. There's only a few dozen feet between you and him but it feels like an ocean. After a decade of mourning you, to see your face like this is surreal. Even for him. Only now does the multiverse and multiple timelines feel like a reality. He's being hit in the face with the cold, hard truth that in other timelines everything can be so familiar yet so different all at once.

Mobius follows Loki's gaze, quickly noticing what has taken his friend's breath away. He has read Loki's file a million times so of course he recognizes you. Or rather this version of you. You're the one that got away, the last piece of happiness in Loki's life before the 'downfall' as some call it.

"Um... if you're wondering, they're not the anomaly," Mobius is the first one to speak, just trying to be reassuring. The device shows that the anomaly isn't moving so it can't possibly be you as you stroll down a path.

Loki nods, unsure if he should be relieved or disappointed.

"Of course," he clears his throat and takes a deep breath. It's surprisingly difficult to find his words in this moment. Then Loki looks back at you as the path brings you closer. With each step, his heart begins to race like crazy. What is he supposed to do? Should he say something? Would you recognize him?

You notice the two men just standing there, in strange brown suits. One of them in particular seems struck by the sight of you. Strangely, he doesn't scare you. He's cute.

"Hi," You smile at him as you walk past the man. Perhaps you look like someone he knows? That is the only sensible explanation that comes to mind. Not that you think of it too much, as they are just strangers.

Loki is frozen. You walk right past him. For better of for worse, you have no idea who he is. That kills that tiny piece of hope Loki felt in that moment, that hope that he can't deny no matter how hard he tries. After all this time, he still misses you. He's still trying to fix everything.

"Hey," he manages after a while, unsure if you even hear it as you don't stop to talk. Of course, you don't have any reason to. It's not really you. In this timeline, this universe, this other you has places to be and see. As bittersweet as it is, Loki tries to find comfort in the fact that in another life, you get to live even if it's without him.

Mobius looks at the screen again. Suddenly the red dot vanishes. The temporal anomaly just jumped timelines.

"Darn it," He curses and puts the device down.

Loki doesn't question it. He wants to see you make your way home safely. A part of him wants to run after you, talk to you, get to know you all over again. But he can't. Loki is stuck to the ground like a statue and he knows deep down that another you can't replace what he knew existed in the past. Nor would it be right.

As you vanish into a building, Loki finally tears his eyes away. His eyes sting with the threat of tears. Somehow, in this moment, it feels like he's gone back to his own time when he had just said his final goodbye. Loki can't forget, no matter how much he wants to, when he came to visit you but you had already passed. He could bury you but not these emotions.

"Hey, I'm sorry," Mobius puts his hand on Loki's shoulder, trying to offer him support.

Loki just nods and tries so hard to toughen up. As if seeing another you didn't just shake him up from the core.

"It's alright," Loki insists, "where were we?"

Mobius doesn't buy it but he won't pry either. Loki will talk if he wants to talk.

"The anomaly jumped," Mobius reveals while tapping the device, "kinda weird timing if you ask me. Didn't move the entire time and-" Mobius hesitates, unsure how Loki would react if he spoke your name. He decides not to.

"It's like we were led here on purpose. For you to see..."

"I know," Loki quickly spits out, sensing that Mobius is being wary. He isn't stupid. He can't help but suspect something strange is going on as well. It can't be a coincidence that they were led to this timeline, chasing some anomaly who vanishes as soon as Loki saw you. Loki is the god of mischief after all and he can tell when he's being set up for something.

Then the question is, who is the anomaly and why would they bring them here?

A/N: Writing this made me feel like it was 2017 again when all I could do was write weird angsty Loki fics with no real plot, just yapping.

Also, I've been busy so for writober I'm using a bunch of prompt lists (some were for september) and I'm picking and choosing prompts instead of going day by day. It's helping me get out of my writer's block without too much pressure ❤

[fayeofthenightingale]

I've decided to contribute to the Miguel nation even though I was almost a year late

I present to you…. Brother's best friend! Miguel! A drabble…. (Might turn this into a full fic idk)

Cw: Brother's best friend trope, grammatical errors, fem reader, possibly OOC Miguel, this is more like a flashback really since it's focus is more on Miggy and reader's childhood, this is kinda long wth 😭

Bbf! Miguel who has been friends with your brother since middle school, would often play in your brother's room when they were younger. As typical boys do, they'd play video games. He doesn't mind when you want to join them. He finds it endearing whenever you try to put your stuffed animals on the Legos they built, claiming they're people or something like that.

Bbf! Miguel who defends little you whenever some mean kids try to bully you, is taller than the average kid, making him intimidating. When this happens, he stands behind the bullies, towering over them with a menacing glare and arms folded. All he has to do is say something like "scram" or "leave," and the kids your age run away. Then, when you're feeling sad or upset, he treats you to ice cream to cheer you up.

Bbf! Miguel who helps you pull pranks on your brother, sometimes he’d be surprised you were able to pull off a bit extreme pranks but he’d be happy to do it for shits and giggles.

Bbf! Miguel who helps patch up your wounds whenever you have a little accident in the midst of pulling a prank on your brother all while speaking to you in the gentlest of ways to calm you down. "can you get up? no? All alright I'll carry you then” Your eleven-year-old mind panics when he easily carries you.

Bbf! Miguel who defends you against your older brother, Leo, gets into an argument whenever he can, Leo’s older, and can handle himself, while you are 4 almost 5 years younger than them and therefore helps you whenever he can, it’s just not fair sometimes.

He stood by the side of Leo’s room, witnessing the fight between you and your brother, 13-year-old Leo yelling at you for breaking his model aeroplane. “I Told you not to come in here without my permission!” Leo huffed, “I’m sorry! I-I just want to look at it” You defended yourself but Leo wasn’t having it,” Well now look at it! It’s broken!” little you are almost on the brink of tears, that’s when he stepped in. “come on now, the wing is the only one that’s broken, I’m sure we can fix it,” he said, trying to cool down the argument, Your brother stormed out of his room to cool off leaving you with Miguel “Are you okay Chiquita?” he asked and you shook your head a small sniffle escaped you as you try to justify yourself “I didn’t mean it” little you murmured as you look up at him with teary eyes, he sighed as he took the broken plane and its wing “hey, it’s okay yeah? Leo just needs to cool off, with the help of a super glue I’m sure we can fix this” he reassured you with a little ruffle on your head and grabbed the super glue to fix the broken model plane with his best friend’s little sister.

Bbf! Miguel got his heart broken for the first time because the girl he’s been crushing didn’t like him back because he was “too nerdy” for her liking, Leo brought it up during dinner when your mom asked how your day went and you were saddened for him, who wouldn’t like Miguel? He’s kind, understanding, and funny, he may be too intimidating because of his more-than-average height but that’s his outside appearance! He’s really sweet on the inside… wait…. Why are you thinking like that about him? Nevermind that.

Bbf! Miguel showed up the next day at your house since he and Leo needed to finish a project that’s due tomorrow, eyes puffy and a bit dishevelled from crying, you felt bad despite your brother calling him out that he looks like shit. Miguel didn’t deserve this, so you, the ever loving little sister of his best friend decided to go buy something for him.

Bbf! Miguel who walked out of your house to head home since the project they’ve been working on is finished, “Miguel!” you called out to him with a small paper bag in hand, you catch up to him panting heavily, have you been running? You held out the small paper “Umm.... I’m sorry about what happened yesterday… Leo told me… I mean he told mom when she asked how our day went” you rumbled, you were too busy making sure the treat in your hand stayed warm that you haven’t thought about what to say to him! “… anyways theseareforyouIhopeyoufeelbetter'' you said rather too quickly and before he could say anything you ran away and inside your house too flustered to face him, he took a peek inside the bag and a small smile was painted on his lips, warm empanadas from his favourite store, oh how sweet of you…

Bbf! Miguel who's taken the rejection to heart, maybe much of a nerd after all and that needed to change, so day by day he changed himself, no longer wearing those thick-framed glasses instead he opted for contact lenses, the baggy shirt that has corny science jokes were now nowhere to be seen and he's even doing a little workout to build his tall lanky body, of course, this was never unnoticed to you, who wouldn't notice your brother's best friend slowly gaining muscle and lean body type? You're happy for him of course but a part of you hoped that he did it because he wanted to and not because he's pressured by society's views of him, you like the nerd him? he's cute!

Bbf! Miguel who's never seen you so down in the dumps before, usually your beams and silliness can rival the sun itself but now you're gloomier than the night sky. He asked your brother about it and he didn't expect the reason for your sudden gloominess.

“Ah, she's just upset because no one gave her a Valentine's gift” your brother nonchalantly said as he played on his computer, his series of curses from losing the game was blurred out and in his peripheral vision, he only saw you, without saying any word he left your brother's room and approached you. You can hear the low vibrato of his voice as he approaches you “Hey” he greeted and sat down beside you “You okay?” he asked with his usual gentleness and you looked at him “I don't know… do I look okay?” you mumbled sassily which took him aback but sighed “I… I don't even know why I'm upset, it's just a silly day, it's not even a holiday! it's just a stupid day to have an excuse to ask your crush out or chow down chocolates” you mumbled bitterly, really it's a childish thing to be upset about something small like this, but Miguel didn't think so, no, he’s been there and he knows how it feels, Miguel didn't say anything but pats your head gently, his way to console you.

Bbf! Miguel who had surprised you on a random Friday afternoon with a box of your favourite chocolate and a pink coloured rose “Here” he said as he handed you the gifts, your eyes widened in surprise but took them “What's with this?” you asked but he shrugged in response “For you” he didn't show but it was amusing to him (and kinda cute) to see the sparkle in your eyes shine although it was short-lived “you didn't have to do this you know?” you mumbled, as much as you appreciated his effort you didn't want him to do that out of pity, again your brother's best friend shrugged “It’s not out of pity, it's for you, pink roses for appreciation" and that got you thinking “appreciation? for what? what did I do?” you asked him genuinely curious as to why “just existing, we've known each other for years-” “but I'm not your best friend” you cut him off “who said you have to be my best friend for me to show you my appreciation?” he asked you and in turn you weren't able to say anything, too surprised to utter a single word. He called your name softly, “I appreciate you, not because you're Leo's sister, but my friend, one of the closest, as embarrassing as it sounds but I cannot deny the truth, you have a certain charm I'm drawn to, you make me smile easily, you understand me, and don't tell Leo about this but at least with you I'm slightly more comfortable” he said with a small smile.

Before you could say anything Leo called out Miguel's name and he left right after, a hand on your chest to ease the beating of your heart and butterflies on your stomach. And in that moment, you realized you had fallen for your brother's best friend.

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Omg why is posting stuff online so anxiety inducing?! Anyways Likes and reblogs are highly appreciated! If you have feed backs I'm more than eager to hear them (just be kind please) 🩷

[thoughtsforsoob]

just saw ur “txt as your younger brother” but now i NEED a “txt as your older brother” please 🫶🏻

a/n: hehe thank you for the request! i hope the little brother post was good. again...i am siblingless so i am going to try my best to make this realistic :D as always, requests are open!! please enjoy!!!

yeonjun

he is so incredibly protective as a big brother! i just wants to protect his little sister no matter what. it doesn't matter is you're 5 or 70, big brother yeonjun will come to the rescue. he is also the type of brother that will whine when you talk about boys because he cannot fathom his little sister runnig around with guys that probably aren't even worth your time! he always does his best to make time for you, especially when he becomes an idol. he always makes sure to go all out on birthdays and special occasions like graduations. oh my god...if you graduate from uni...baby will go all out and buy you a FUCKING CAR??? a fancy one too because 'only the best for my annoying little sister!'

soobin

he's mildly protective but that's only because your dad made him promise to always protect you. he has intentions of making god on his promise. you two are only a year apart but you two are basically twins because of how inseperable you are. as kids, you'd always play together outside and when you would get hurt, he would drop everything and run to you. he is also a big brother that would give you his share of something if you really wanted it. for exmaple, if your parents got you both ice cream and he got the one you wanted, just say the words and it's all yours. as you grow older, he makes sure to take you out and makes sure you know he cares even if he can't spend lot's of time with you. when he reveals his sistee to moa, they're all in love with you and he's scolding them, 'yah! that's my baby sister! she's mine!'

beomgyu

I know i always make beomgyu the silly one but he takes his big brother duties very seriously. like...so seriously that you questions wether he's your dad or big brother. when he becomes an ido, he spends a good chunk of his first paycheck to send you to study abroad because you'd told him you'd wanted to do that while at college. he constantly checks in on you and makes sure you have everything you need. he's also a very affectionate big brother and doesn't care when you're shoving him away, 'don't kid yourself! you love me, little sis!' and you do. in your childhood, he would always get in trouble for hanging off of you even though you were smaller than him. he still get's swatted with thenkitchen towel when you both visit home for the same reason.

taehyun

more protective than your own dad. not in a bad way but you know what I mean. he is there for you through everything. when you're sick, he brings the food your mom makes you and stays in your room to keep you entertained and to make sure you eat it all. when you’re on your period, he always comes to your room and makes sure you have all the chocolate and hot drinks you could possibly need. he’s also the type of brother who would prefer to drive you wehter you driving yourself. even if it’s for a date, he drives you and makes sure to meet the guy. you two have a look that he gives you if the guy seems like bad news. he’ll stay behind and make sure you get home safely. 

huening kai

a built in best friend. huening seems like a really sweet big brother and most definetly is a protector. he knows that as an idol, people online will criticize you and his older and younger sister but he always stands up for you three. he’s the type of brother that also says his friends are off limits but in reality, would probably prefer you date one of them because he alreay knows them well and trusts them. he makes sure you and his other sisters are always taken care of, especially if you decided not to persure a career in entertainment. if you’re the sibling who goes to uni to study, he will glady pay for all of your tuition and materials. he wants his little sister to be supported and cared for. 

[ryctone]

Me before: You know, I don't really wanna make Pumpkin Scone canon to the Custard Guard universe bc it would make stuff complicated :/

Me now: *Creates extensive lore about her*

Sighs.

Anyway, here are the girlies; Pumpkin Scone Cookie and Angel Fruitcake Cookie! (+Dusk Wyvern) :

- Both Pumpkin Scone and Angel Fruitcake attend Casserole Academy, a school in the Crème Republic (bc I doubt the Paladin Academy is the ONLY school there, I would be very concerned if that were the case /LH), it does teach magic, not as complex as the Parfaedia Institute but it does the job.

- I would say they're around 17-18 years old.

- Pumpkin Scone is Pumpkin and Clotted Cream's daughter. She keeps to herself a lot and can't take a lot of social cues often, being homeschooled most of her life due to her parents fear of everyone discovering she can use dark magic... Many cookies found out anyway when she entered her current school so ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯. She wants to become an book author and the reason she's studying is to get a degree and not much for the magic aspect of the school. Pumpkin Scone is often casted out by the other students for wielding dark magic, despite her type of the magic not being malicious.

- Angel Fruitcake is a distant relative of Elder Sablé from her mother's side and started living at House Sablé after an incident that caused her parents death as a baby; is technically under the care of Sablé's niece (Lady Sweet Bun) but this one just leaves the maids to take care of her and simply views Angel as another way to take over as matriarch of the House. Is very optimistic and has good sense of leadership, popular amongst the other students for being related to an Elder of the Convocation but wants to be seen as her own cookie. Wants to be a musician and knows how to play many instruments, from the cello to the flute, even if Lady Sweet Bun doesn't approve of her dream.

- Both are best friends

(Friends-to-Lovers trope go brrrrr /hj).

- Pumpkin Scone owns a wyvern companion called Dusk, who is a really rare kind and slightly bigger than a normal wyvern; found him as an egg when she was younger and had been inseparable ever since. He's a bit mischievous with a playful nature, chomps on cookies' heads when he takes a liking to them but means no harm, it's just the way he shows friendship.

And that's all! I care em very much,,

[myauditionfordrphil]

My neighbors recently moved out and I feel that my childhood is ending because they were much more than just neighbors, they were our family. Their father came to live with my grandparents for studies like 40 years ago when he was 6 or something (They were literally here since before my aunt was even born) and since then they've grown here, bought the upper floor of our house and made their home here. They have a daughter of my age whose literally my soul sister and one of the closest person in my life, we've literally been best friends since the day I was born. Their son whose 2 years younger than me never made me feel that I don't have a brother because of the constant irritation and trouble he put me through. The youngest a 12 year old boy was the reason for half of the noise of our house. We grew up together, playing together and living in each other's house more than ours. My grandparents regarded them as their own and their parents always bought extra ice cream and sweets for me. We had treats every Sunday, random midnight coffees, played and watched cricket and saw every phase of each other's lives. And now they're all gone. Not that we don't talk, my grandparents raised their father like their own child and we're all very close but there's no more constant chaos, shouts of my name at any hour to tell me something utterly useless through the balcony, no cricket balls hitting the washing machine, no more "wait I'll come upstairs and tell you", no random borrowing of things, extra portions of food being exchanged and no hanging out in each other's home till 1 am and ending up sleeping there only. We used to be 9 kids here, living so close that our roofs were literally connected. One was older than me, one of my age, one 2 years younger and the rest were kids. We gathered at the terrace every evening to play badminton or cricket, there's barely any core childhood memory without atleast one of them. Now the oldest has moved to a different city for college and visits only on holidays, two of the kiddos shifted earlier this year, the three who were the closest to me have shifted and I may move to a different city for education. I know it's not much and I maybe exaggerating but all of it is literally coming to an end. The best friend who used to run into each other's room to cry, laugh or gossip at ungodly hours are now crying over voicemails. I'm missing the boy who I used to fight with at any possible chance. The upper floor is all dark. There are no voices and shouts. My childhood has ended.

[rowdyhughesy]

Meet me in Toronto - Jamie Drysdale

part one

“ love, love isn’t having butterflies all the time. I think love is calm. Love is comfortable. I could sit in silence with you for the rest of our lives and it would mean more than a thousand words with anyone else “

- anon

Word count: 707

It felt unfamiliar, odd for the girl to be back in Toronto. To be back in the streets she used to call home, buildings that held so many memories from her childhood. Summers spent eating ice cream at the small parlour down the street from her old house, movie nights in the basement with her best friends.

The summer with Jamie.

There is a life before Jamie and a life after Jamie, she longs for the life before. When she didn't feel so hollow and restless.

Maybe it's the need for closure that brought her back to Toronto or to torture herself even more with the ghost of Jamie, it's hard to tell at this point.

So she lets herself practically be dragged by the collar of her T-shirt by her friends. They're giggling and talking amongst themselves. Not paying attention to her falling behind, gaze far away and stuck inside her own head.

It's not until one of the friends throws her arm around the girls shoulder leaning her head on hers. Skin sticky with sweat from the summer heat and the small amount of wind doing bare minimum to cook them down.

"So tell me Y/N/N, is secret Canadian boy still in town you reckon?" Y/N's body goes rigid at the mention of Jamie. She's never told any of the friends she made after the move his name, who he is really. Only telling the reason why dates never worked out or why she doesn't have interest in boys being a boy she met when she was younger. Someone that took her heart and nobody had compared since so she just stopped trying.

There was no point in trying to replace Jamie when nobody could. Nobody will.

"No he isn't, I haven't talked to him in years you know that. Doesn't matter anyway." It's a lie and they both know that she's just saying it to brush off the hurt that lingers. Hidden between the words leaving her lips.

The AC blows against her face as the group steps inside the smoothie shop. To focused on their conversations Y/N doesn’t notice the dark haired boy sitting in the corner.

Brim of his hat covering most of his facial features, engrossed in some video his friend is showing on his phone. He barks out a loud laugh, this making the girls ears perk up at the sound.

Her head turning in his direction so fast she’s surprised she doesn’t get whiplash from the force. Eyes wide as she finally sees the boy she’s been missing for years. Mouth opening and closing as she tries to find the words, will he even remember her?

“Y/N?” Jamie stares back at her with the same shocked expression as she adorns. Stumbling out of his chair Jamie blinks his eyes repeatedly. Wondering if she’s a hallucination or he’s making a complete fool out of himself and it’s not her. Maybe it’s just a look alike and he’ll leave the shop mortified.

“Hi Jamie.” The hockey player towers over her, he’s so close she can smell his cologne mixed with laundry detergent. Apples and pine wood with a hint of a spice she can’t place.

Jamie lifts a shaky hand, gauging her reaction before placing his hand on her cheek. Caressing it with the pad of his thumb. She leans into it, eyes watery and bottom lip wobbling as she tries to hold back the tears. The happy tears because he’s here and she can feel him. It’s no longer just a memory or ghost haunting her in her dreams.

“I missed you, shit I can’t believe you’re standing in front of me right now.��� Shaking his head in disbelief as a watery laugh bubbles up from his throat.

Y/N just smiles at him before she throws her arms around him. Hugging him as tight as she can and Jamie is quick to reincorporate the hug. Burrowing his face into her neck.

Neither of them thought they’d ever be here like this again. Holding each other, hear the rhythm of matching heartbeats.

After years of being lost they finally took the right turns and found their way back.

They found their way back home.

[hannahhook7744]

Isle kid Moodboards revamped part 3;

Calista Jane 'CJ' Anne Hook, the 16 year old (at the time of d3) daughter of Captain James Hook. Younger sister of Harriet and Harry Hook. Possible half sister of Ginny Gothel and possible twin of Ally Riddell.

She's a sassy, sarcastic, vulgar, lone pirate with a sweet tooth and a rowboat.

She doesn't really have a crew unless you count Freddie Facilier, Ylza, and Zevon—who don't want to be pirates—and the two little Smee twins who have taken to following her around when Harriet and Sammy are busy.

She likes swinging around on a rope and pranks, and she sleeps in her rowboat between Yzma and Dr Facilier's houses because she doesn't get along with her dad, and because her friends' parents allow her to do so.

She's terrified of crocodiles because of the history between Tick-Tock and her dad but denies it when asked.

Harriet Alice Hook, the 21 year old daughter of Captain James Hook. Older sister of Harry and Cj Hook.

Captain of the Queen's Fury and member of Diego's band—The Bad Apples.

She likes sword fighting, sailing, reading, playing cards, singing, dancing, sparring, and croc wrestling.

She is one of the most responsible people on the isle and is constantly taking kids in while keeping her friends and siblings out of trouble. She won her ship in a croc wrestling contest aganist a pirate captain.

She is dating Anthony Tremaine.

Ginevra 'Ginny' Flower Gothel, the 21 year old daughter of Mother Gothel and Younger sister of Cassandra. Younger foster sister of Rapunzal. Possible half sister of the Hook siblings.

Member of Diego's band—The Bad Apples —and Harriet Hook's crew.

She feels resentful and a bit homicidal towards those of Auradon for how they threw them all away.

She likes daggers, crocodile wrestling, ransacking things, gossiping, potions making, and magic of any kind and she loves her friends more than anything. Even if she has a funny way of showing it sometimes.

She is dating Clay Clayton.

Skipper and Sterling—Sqeauky and Squrimy— Smee, the 10 year old (by d3) sons of William Smee and First mate Mollie.

They love sword fighting, coloring, playing games, sailing, climbing on things, making origami sea animals and ships, playing with mud, playing with their pet fishes and dog (all named after pirates), and eating cake/ice cream/candy.

They're painfully shy and fearful of being separated. They also admire their older brother, even though he's short and scrawny.

They want to be the best pirates ever like the sea three, Harriet, Cj, and Sammy.

They live on the Jolly Roger with their dad and help out at the Hook inlet every so often.

Samson 'Sammy' Smee, the 20 year old son of first mate Mollie and William Smee. He's Harriet's first mate and a terrible swordsmen but he's great at long range weapons.

He's also the peacemaker of the group (and the isle) and a bit of a messagener for the isle. He's the most educated and responsible of the group behind Harriet and Anthony. Plus he had a better temperment than Anthony and Harriet, which is why he is 2nd in command.

He babysits his little brothers often.

He is an inventor and causes a lot of accidents with them, but they are a wonder to the isle. His favorite weapon is a sling shot. He's also multilingual. He knows everyone's secrets and he is like a little brother/cousin to Harriet, who has made sure that everyone knows that he is off limits. No one messes with him.

They know it's a bad idea to. He is Harriet's favorite. He is seen as irreplaceable and he lets his little brothers help him with his inventions. He's also a sarcastic little crap. And he's shorter than average, which amuses everyone and earned him his nickname 'Little Sammy Smee'.

He is dating a Gaston the 3rd/Bronze.

Cecaelia "Celia" Jacqueline Facilier, the 13 year old daughter of Dr Facilier and Ursula, and the younger sister of Freddie Facilier and Uma. Bestfriend of Dizzy Tremaine.

She was born on October 31st and is very good at voodoo and shadow magic.

She has a sweet tooth just like her sisters but also likes spicy food and sea food.

She has a pet frog named Bane, is great at card stacking, and loves mimicking, pranking, and conning people.

She's a student at Auradon Prep and a shop keeper at her dad's Arcade and Voodoo shop.

She doesn't remember her brother all that well since no one really talks about him and she wonders if he was ever really real at all.

Being around Hades reminds her that he was though, which is why she hangs out with him and runs errands for him to begin with.

She also switches shifts at her dad's shop and Arcade with her sister while also running errands from him.

Frederique 'Freddie' Asherah Facilier, the 18 year old daughter of Dr Facilier and Urusla. Uma's twin. Cousin of Jonas and the sea witch. Older Full sister of Celia and Francis Facilier. Bestfriend of Yzla, Lil Yaz, Cj, and Zevon.

She's a voodoo queen with a sweet tooth haunted by the death of her younger brother, Francis.

She's a student at Auardon Prep and a shop keeper at her dad's Arcade and shop. She's also an unofficial pirate in Cj's extremely small crew and knows how to work Cj's rowboat.

She fits in well at Auardon Prep, despite her mischievous side and deeply held resentment of Auardon.

Her brother died of Malnutrition when he was 3. She still has his old Voodoo doll. These headcanons are inspired by @dragoneyes618 — Francis is also their oc—who came up with them and allowed me to use them.

Anthony Francis Tremaine, the 21 year old son of Anastasia Tremaine and Jacob Lathyn. Grandson of Lady Tremaine and step nephew of Cinderella and Kit Charming, and step cousin of Chad Charming. Nephew of Drizella Tremaine and Hans Westergaard, and cousin of Drizella's seven daughters. Brother of Aaron, Anya, Amara, Colombe, Francis, Felix, and Elizabeth (last four are @idontliketomatoesleavemealone 's ocs).

He is apart of Harriet's crew and works at Curl up and Dye.

He likes baking, sparring (even if he's bad at it), reading, cooking, and photography.

He also has a cat named 'Lord.'

He is dating Harriet Hook.

Drizella 'Dizzy' Sophia Tremaine-Westergaard of the Southern Isles, the 11 year old (by d3) daughter of Prince Hans Westergaard and Drizella Tremaine. Niece of Anastasia Tremaine. Granddaughter of Lady Tremaine. Cousin of Anthony Tremaine.

She likes making bracelets, listening to music, painting, bright colors, and sweets.

She is a very energetic and sweet young girl who loves her friends, her family, and pets very much even if they aren't the best to her at times.

She is single.

Madeline 'Mad Maddy' Meraxes Mim, the 21 year old granddaughter of Madam Mim. She is apart of Harriet's crew and Diego's band, the Bad Apples.

She loves doll, going to the slop shop, collecting potion ingredients and spellbooks, all types of magic, parties, astrology, and exploring and has a soft spot for children, dolls, pigs, dragons, her friends, and chickens.

She has a pet chicken that breaths fire that she named 'Draco' and she's still really sensitive about what Mal did to her hair and her dolls. She's also willing to fight anyone who calls her 'Mad Maddy' whether it's to her face or not.

She and Rick Ratcliffe are dating.

[destinymanticor]

probably it was necessary to make the text immediately and only then post everything

main post?

↓↓↓this is a pretty bad translation, sorry 👉👈 (х2)

I would love to make Nia and Kai more Asian

but what here - sorry decided what to bother with the emblem of the phoenix, therefore - minimalism small shoulder and neck protection more blue/purple, some red I tried to do it in the likeness of a samurai but not quite 2-3 years younger than Kai dry skin, when it became possible to start buying special creams

As long as she remembers, she lived with her brother in a shelter Not many people want to take two children at once I discovered my booth on the second day of my stay under the rubble of the building It is quite convenient to get water from the air, it's good that there was no dry season After some threats from the caregivers, she stopped trying to talk about the strange bird. Kai did not see, but did not impose on his sister When they again settled in the house of their parents, despite the decree of her brother, she worked part-time outside of school Oh, those nasty customers, but no one hurts from getting a little wet, right? She gets noticed things happen

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Randomly sticking out hair loves to sing and fiddle with machinery mostly pastel/muted blues/purples this is not gold, just yellow details of clothing, sort of like an optical illusion, but kind of like a variety in the image a small heel on the boots, well, it didn’t come out a little tall A little younger than Kai

He lived in the suburbs with his parents, 1-1.5 walk to the city at some point visits a cafe club of a man named Dareth holding a song battle in it Did he win - no, remembered - yes a little part-time work a couple of days a week - of course of course, as a good boy, he did not decide to disturb his parents with such a trifle of course he used to help and fix something he has read a lot of comics and knows there are a lot of reactions to super powers so it's best to hide them "Oh, so quickly replaced when I just had time to spin it" little friends with many paws (all 5 have slightly different patterns) having recently settled down, he officially notices a cute waitress and tries to start a conversation - it doesn’t work, the first time She's so amazing, she just glows when she's angry "Nya, beautiful name"; "then we'll see you next time"; "I disgust you?"; "I don't like him either"... "wait, what kind of bird is THAT?!" These two share a little secret It's strange people what they're up to Nya, the people, Jay are a strange group following each other. Problems "What do you mean they're called Stands?"

[chaoxfix]

Heyo!! I hope this isn't out of the blue or anything, but firstly:

I loved your story, "sink or swim," so much! There's much I could say, but to keep it simple, it was a great read and very refreshing. The way you write is so immersive and honestly inspires me to improve on my writing. You have the best stories out there in the fandom, so thank you for being so awesome! 😎👍

With that said, I've been on Unleashed mode lately, and by that I mean I keep thinking about Sonic and Chip's friendship LOL It's just really sweet and has a special place in my heart.

Since I saw Sonic mention about him in "sink or swim," it got me curious as to how you view their friendship. :0

Again, I'm sorry if this was random, but hey! Doesn't hurt to ask lol

Thank you so much for reading all this, and I hope your week continues to be a good one. Have a blessed day!

aw, thank you so much! there are a number of really talented sonic fic writers though, not just me, so if you havent branched out i recommend it! i highly recommend anything i've got in my bookmarks tab (some great gems from peachyburst, pidgetails/bigdamnher0, sagenebula, imagination_junkyard, sketchjii, reipinto) as well as gayemeralds new account! <3

as for chip and sonic... hmmmmm... that's a great question! im definitely not as familiar with chip's characterization as sonic's, but here's what i think about their friendship:

i think sonic misses a lot of what could've been. i think, sonic thought they'd be friends for a really long time, and might feel robbed of many years of friendship.

they work well together, and in a lot of ways have matching core values. chip's really outgoing and kind, so he meshes well with sonic's similarly fun-loving and friendly nature. though sonic's a bit more sarcastic and adrenaline-junkie than chip, they both live for new experiences, and i think sonic enjoyed being with someone else who really liked smelling the roses, seeing the sights, etc, while also understanding the importance and being able to power through the hard parts of adventures.

...and chip has the added benefit of being someone sonic was helping for most of their friendship, which made sonic feel responsible for him (something that endears a lot of younger characters to him, like cream).

the fact that chip had to be re-sealed in the end is probably something that sonic regrets, probably wishes he could've found another way. usually he's the one for a big sacrifice -- except he always finds a way to power through. losing a friend... that's got to be hard on him.

hope this is something you enjoyed reading! again, not as familiar with chip, but i like their chemistry together, they're very fun.

[bmodiwrites]

Self Fic Rec Tag Game

I saw @writer-in-theory do this & I thought it'd be cool to play along, too.

*Rules*

Recommended us 3 of your fics. 1 that is the "most popular" and 2 that you consider as "hidden gems".

most popular

Nice & Quiet Steddie | oneshot | E | 9376 words | angst with a happy ending

What if Steve started to lose his hearing after getting beat up by Jonathan Byers back in s1? Watch the progression of hearing loss and Steve's reaction to it as he learns how to navigate a world he can no longer hear.

Or - a sorry excuse to write some Steve fluff.

hidden gems

You've Begun To Feel Like Home Steddie | oneshot | E | 14.5k words | 5(+1)

Eddie is 6 years old when he first meets Steve; the boy is beautiful and covered in dripping chocolate ice cream. They're instant friends, spending the entirety of that summer together. When the end of their time together starts to draw near, Eddie comes up with a plan - to marry his best friend. It becomes a trend that Eddie and Steve dance around for more than 20 years of ups, downs, and tragedies. Read to find out what happens when a ring pop and a handful of fake marriages changes both of their lives.

Or - 5 times Eddie & Steve were fake married and the one time they finally get hitched (for real)!!

My Younger Heart Was Feeling New Steddie | 7/7 chapters | E | 17.5k words | post s1 canon divergence

It's spring break of 1984 and Steve Harrington is bored. After Nancy broke up with him, things for Steve slid into a bottomless pit of despair. He's lost and looking for something to occupy his mind when a headline catches his eye. Eddie Munson, a boy Steve only knows from junior English, is missing. Like, up and vanished into thin air, missing. Jonesing for a purpose, Steve heads out to investigate - there's something in his stomach that says it's more than the news is making it seem. Read to find out what happens when a letter changes everything.

Or, a silly try at mucking up time!

Tagging (no pressure, ever!): @harringtonisms, @infinite-orangepeel, @thefreakandthehair, & anyone else that wants to play!

[variantoutcast]

sending you a list of characters that i think have the best potential for unhinged responses: castiel, grogu, and uuuuh lestat iwtv? you watched that right? :^)

YESS CHAOS YESS

Castiel: See I actually find Cas to be embarrassingly relatable so it's a good thing you sent this ask today when I have not thought about Cas more than passingly each day, rather than a year or more ago when I was thinking only about Cas at all times. Then you would have gotten an essay. Perhaps that's what you wanted as it would definitely be incoherent. But I do not want to open that door fully so instead I will crack it just enough to let this answer seep through. A) Like him I'm autistic, and this can lead to miscommunications both hilarious and tragic. B) I would sit, filled with love for somebody, for years and never tell them or act on it. And people around me would notice. I have done this twice in my life. C) I'm also very strongly motivated by wanting to understand and do right by the people around me, but this is, with embarrassing frequency, interrupted by my own arrogance. That is like a quintessential Cas trait although it looks different on him than it does on me. In ways that we are different, well, funniest, if not foremost is that A) I have never been pregnant, even allegorically. Cas has been allegorically pregnant twice. B) I would not allow for somebody I love to be treated by my partner the way Cas allowed Dean to treat Jack. and then C) I have never been divorced. Cas did allegorically divorce Dean over the way he treated Jack. I would have done it far sooner though.

Grogu... this is going to be so fun. Well obviously A) I really enjoy causing problems on purpose B) I often make snap judgements on people C) The very sight of me sparks strong emotions in people. Except unlike Grogu people aren't going awww they're more like jesus fucking christ what is that thing. For example when I eat marshmallows or cream cheese that emotion is strong. Ok ways that we are different... A) I am actually much younger than Grogu B) I would not have gone with Luke Skywalker if he tried to baby snatch me like that C) I would not eat my friends children under most circumstances

Lestat. ok. Well A) The flare for the dramatic. Whenever Lestat is prancing about like a cartoon pony on amphetamines I was hooting and hollering at my screen because sometimes you have to be annoyingly homosexual. You just have to. B) His sense of alienation from the world around him. Perhaps it's my nature as an autistic dyke but I often feel very powerfully that I move through the world and experience it quite differently than most people. I don't commit murders about it though. C) His temper, although again not the violence of it per se. I don't know I have a tendency towards all powerful anger myself and it can be difficult for me to wrestle it down without saying something hurtful. Ok ways I am not like Lestat A) Well see the thing is he is kind of a psychopath and I am not. B) I have seen a psychiatrist in my lifetime and he has not. C) If I could fly I would be doing it all the damn time power imbalance or not because that's arguably the coolest power any of the vampires have shown and he doesn't even seem to care. Lame.

Sorry this got so long asdlkjf this was a lot of fun!

Send me asks!

[the-white-soul]

*Flowey gives a half smile. He is getting his prize after all, but it’s too short-lived. How can he convince Frisk to do more?*

I think you'll really like it, and then you won't mind being nice to me even after time is up! Flowey winks. You'll change, friend, I promise you.

Besides, you said that while you don't understand physical stuff, you like platonic relationships. You said it right before we started plotting about torturing Noelle. That was also right after I kissed you. You should remember that, don’t you? Heehee... it's the subtleties of what you say that I pay attention to.

I know you'd want a friend one way or another. Even now, you can think of a platonic relationship. I mean, a pair getting nice cream together isn't inherently romantic anyway.

Unless it is...? Flowey scratches his forehead I never really paid attention to how this stuff works until now. Understanding how romance is supposed to be was never my strong suit, however curious I am now. I was just like you, Frisk.

Do you know what? it won't even be a date anymore! Just a hangout between two best buddies, and then you get to continue being friends with me platonically if you so decide! I won’t request or even think of you as anything more.

*Behind his back, Flowey crosses two roots over each other much like someone crossing their fingers while telling a lie. He easily disguises this movement as fidgeting by doing more random stuff like tapping and twiddling them. He finally moves outside the shed and replants himself into the dirt before signaling for Frisk to come with.*

All I’m asking is for poor Flowey to get a new friend whose friendliness will last longer than just a few minutes.

(Frisk) "Frisk here. You used my words against me? That's brilliant. Bloody hell ain't it."

(Noelle) "Why did you go full British?"

(Frisk) "Thought it'd be funny."

(Noelle) "You're being funny now!?"

(Frisk) "I'm mostly trying to dodge what he said. Mostly because *sigh* he's right. Player here. Wait, are you actually admitting fault? You haven't done that in years except when you're trying to win an argument. Are you faking this? Frisk here. No, I mean it. Flowey, you had no idea what love was when you were first made. My Dad taught me I should not worry about anyone but myself. When I was younger I met a few people who were nice but needed some money. I told my father about the situation but he looked at me and said, 'You're too young to worry about people down on their knees. They are probably just using you to get money. They might be lying about everything. Don't trust anyone.' Heh, if he knew what those words meant to me."

(Noelle) "He probably knew."

(Frisk) "Does that make him a bad parent?"

(Noelle) "I..."

(Frisk) "Don't bother answering. Whatever you would answer would be wrong. You don't know enough. Not even I do. Can I judge a person? And even if I can, what if they go three steps forward and three steps back. Do you think that's good? Flowey, I can't let my guard down for anyone because it goes against everything I've ever been taught. The world is dark selfish and cruel. If it finds even the slightest ray of sunshine, it destroys it."

(Noelle) "Did you mean to quote tangled? If you did that should show what kind of parent you had."

(Frisk) "*Started a panic attack. Their heart pounded like a jackhammer. Their stomach churned.* I had a good family, right? No, they were malicious. Eh, it could have been worse. No, it couldn't!"

(Noelle) "Is that you player?"

(Frisk) "Player here. No, they're just going insane. I'll take control until they calm down. Oh no, they're not allowing me to respond! Listen they can boot me out for almost an hour. If they end up doing anything irrational, wait. Frisk here! You want a friend Flowey?! Do you want a fucking goddamn friend to cuddle with? Talk to you all the time? Is that what you want you little weed?"

(Noelle) "Calm down."

(Frisk) "Was I talking to you? I was talking to my best friend! My newest friend. Come on, let's have a great day!"

(Noelle) "*Shakes Frisk* Come to your senses! So what if you had bad parents? What matters is your choice today. Screw the past! Forget it happened. Well don't forget but don't live in the past. I carry around a burden too you know. I killed my friends right in front of me. Does that define me? When Flowey reset worlds to the point where days might as well have been years did that make him permanently evil? We're giving you a shot at redemption. Even the worst person can change."

(Frisk) "Anyone can be a good person if they just try. *Breathed in and out* I'm good. Flowey, I'll be your friend. If you can promise me that you will never imply anything could work with you and me romanticly again. It'll be worth it, for both of us."