#i just wanna smooch his dumb pretty face

[jhoudiey]

stupid sexy waka

[crucifiedkiss]

◌ೆ୧　 ͢YOUR MAIL HAS BEEN DELIEVERED ♡

𓈒⠀⠀⁺⠀𝜗 crucifiedkiss ╱ w. byers x gn! reader 𝜚

ꨄ︎ hcs dating will ⏤ ﹙i wanna be yours﹚ 🪽 ˖ ׁ ⁩

  ಲ ͏ㅤ ׅㅤㅤcw: wills season not specified (?), fluff, mentions of s1 events, kissing ('kiss attack'), and i think thats all ??ㅤ✿𝅼

( ｡>﹏<) "first stuff written pls enjoy !!!" ⏤ c.k.　と

𝜗୧ ּ݂⠀💌 dating will byers would include ﹗

　　　⏤　 playing d&d with him, even after all these years and after all his friends have 'grown out of playing d&d'. u can never grow out of fun !!! if u dont know how to play d&d, he would be rlly patient with trying to teach u ! he doesnt want to be mean or anything (unlike some ppl ...) ! pls listen to him yap about d&d he will literally love u even more !! certified yapperton i swear (/pos !! he is silly !!)

　　　⏤　 trying to help him overcome his crush on mike. he slowly falls out of liking him the longer he is in a relationship with u, but he will never forget liking mike just as much as he does you right now. could u blame him, rlly? still stays friends with mike – he couldnt just leave him like that :( !!

　　　⏤　 expecting him to be rlly hesitant at the beginning of the relationship. he isnt rlly meaning to be like that, but hes just a lil nervous. after a few weeks i would say, he'll be that normal cheery lil guy :3 he is rlly sweet i swear he just doesnt have any idea what to do in a relationship, seeing how many found him weird (which makes me sob lowk !!). cant blame the lil man☹

　　　⏤　 a bunch of compliments !!! whether it is towards will himself or to u, he loves them sm ^^ being called zombie boy when younger rlly impacted how he views himself at times, confidence of course dropping ! any and all compliments r absolutely amazing honestly :) !! say his face is shaped nice, say his clothing style is cool, say his hair is especially bowl-cuttish (/j), say his moles/beauty marks r cute – ANYTHING !!! 😭 responds with a cheeky smile and returning the compliment (but in a more playful way cause compliments just make him happy immediately :3)

　　　⏤　 play fighting at the most random times !! i like to think he is kinda childish, wanting to escape whats all happened, so he ends up being rlly silly and goofy !! when done with play fighting, u two out of breath, u both just break into a fit of laughter that leaves u both dying for air once more. he misses the feeling of being young again, before he got kidnapped and all that disgusting stuff, so just doing all this dumb stuff with u rlly blossoms smth in him that just gives him so much joy ^_^

　　　⏤　 random kiss attacks to express love :) just smothering eachothers faces in big smooches is such a nice way to show love according to him, to which he isnt wrong !! happy giggles leave him when u do it, and vice versa !! playfully tries pushing u away, knowing that he realistically doesnt want u to stop, and why would he ?? he needs that affection !!!

　　　⏤　 gift giving !! will is the type of guy to say "this reminded me of u" and its literally like, a chip or smth. i think he personally collects rocks, so he gives u the rlly rlly pretty ones !! gives u the sparkly ones especially ^_^ !! loves giving rlly anything tho :3 stickers, card games/cards, etc. !! if he can show someone affection, he will show someone affection ❗❗ the gifts either consist of his favorite color or urs .. or both !!

　　　⏤　 u protecting will and will protecting u ^_^ usually u protecting will as a few still bully him, but its ok !! he doesnt even listen to what the person may be saying when he sees u standing up for him ! its such a sweet thing and he cant even bite back that loving smile :) when someone is talking bad about u, he talks BACK !!! have u seen how sassy that man is ?? WOULD win the argument !!! ugh !! he is eating !!

　　　⏤　 him drawing/painting u !!! :) u want it detailed ? ok !! cartoony ? sure !! learns how to do any artstyle u like and draws u in it !! on many occasions the art takes a while as its a style he is unfamiliar with, but hes trying his best !! tell him his art is rlly good pls he will go to sleep possibly the happiest man (can u tell he is rlly passionate about his art ...) :3 literally loves making art for u !! once more: gift giving !!!

　　　⏤　 him CHERISHING any beauty marks u have !!! since he has moles himself, i think he would just love urs just as much :) if u have any, he is absolutely loving them. hes drawing on them with his fingers (and sometimes markers) ... anything !! (extra: if u have tattoos, absolutely colors them in if not already – calls u a coloring book :3)

[eldritch-spouse]

I honestly love doodling your characters because of the cartoony way you draw them. I can't do much since my phone's pen broke, but I used to love drawing Cero the most because it was fun learning how to draw his face (for I am a dumb bitch who sticks to same face syndrome out of habit). That has changed to doodling Grimbly cuz I just wanna smooch his head shape.

I am sorry about the bald jokes. I made them about Santi mostly because I am super childish with my humor and I love the dude so much. It was either this or your mama jokes-

And succubus don't really know their mamas. 👁👄👁💧

Yes, Santi, you do make people cum hard. Now get over here and lemme suck on your head.

(I do wanna say that the Miles sprite drawing of Santi is very delicious. I wanna eat those claws with a passion.)

Thenk you! Hope you get a new pen soon. :7

Grimbly's face is pretty fun to do (in front view), in the sense that it's a white heart shape with a "horn mane" framing it. Cero's face already requires some imagination to draw from different angles, it's usually never perfectly front facing, that only happened in one instance and it confused people enough that I think at least one person with very poor grammar got genuinely mad.

There's no need to apologize about the bald jokes, come on, it's not as if you're bullying real people. But I get those remarks so much in my inbox that it makes me think "Wow I'm really catering to a niche here, just look at how they react to hairless characters-", as a passing observation. What matters most if that I'm okay with how they look, naturally.

To be honest, wanting to suck his head is probably not the weirdest request Santi's heard in his years as a sex worker. But that's hardly the best thing you could suck on him.

[One of these days I'm just going to start drawing all of my characters in different Ace Attorney sprite poses and no one can stop me.]

[ncityavenue]

Wine Pon You

Pairing: Mark x Black Fem Reader

Disclaimer: mentions of sex (talked abt), Mark being a flustered mess 90% of this fanfic, and I think that's it just a cute fluffy imagine:))))

Prompt: You're a famous RnB Singer/Rapper and you happened to be dating Mark Lee, also a famous Rapper who's a kpop idol. You write a Song about the mind blowing sex you have with him but without really giving it away.

A/N: title is based off of Doja Cat's Song "Wine Pon You" ITS SUCH A GOOD SONG BRUH😭

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"Are you Ready?" You raised an eyebrow turning your head to Mark, He was gonna be the first to hear your New Song before you released it to the public only a couple hours later.

He nodded with excitement covering his eyes, you pressed play and rested your hand on his own while the song played.

You see his head slightly bop to the beat with a grin across his face, after hearing the chorus a shocked look spread onto Mark's face.

"Dude, is this about me?" He questioned with a voice crack, you nodded your head triumphly.

Of course this song was about him, alot of your songs are but this one was different—it was more about Mark Intimately— his cheeks became a light tint of pink.

After the song ended, you faced mark looking at his flustered expression on his face "You like? I made sure to add extra spice to this one."

Giggling mischievously,Mark opens his mouth to say something but nothing comes out but a broken "uh" sound.

"Y'know, I thought that to but I was thinking it was the right amount of sexiness to it-"

"DUDE!! WHAT DO YOU THINK THE FANS ARE GONNA THINK? WHAT IF THEY THINK IM A DISGUSTING PERVERT OR SOMETHING?" Mark groans rubbing his entire head in distress.

"Why would they think you're a pervert if you grabbing my hair is consensual to me? If it wasn't why the fuck would I sing about it? Besides, they might even be happy that NOW they don't have fantasize or headcanon you as a freak-a-leak " You reassure your boyfriend.

"Why would they fantasize about that in the first place?"

"Okay mark let's not play dumb baby" you frowned a bit.

"I don't try to think about it alot..I don't wanna be too curious." Mark cringed a bit as he thought about it for a minute, you giggled at his cuteness before gliding your hand across his chin.

"If it makes you feel better, I think about different scenarios of you..." You trail off, he grabbed a pillow before screaming into it.

He lifts his face up revealing the most you've seen him red, "can you explain one to me?— a cute one though, I don't think my heart can take the nasty ones right now." Mark explains.

"Wellllll I always think abt laying on your stomach because I love how comfortable it is and you playing with my hair while we eat a bunch of candy, sharing some smooches, hearing your tired raspy voice ringing in my ears, touching my body like you always do you know— the touches that could get you in trouble-"

"OKAYYYY I THINK I HEARD ENOUGH—" Mark puts his hand over your mouth but you pull it down.

"I love how your pretty hands touch my love handles squeezing them signaling for me to get up so I can sit on your torso—"

"BABE PLEASEEEE SPARE ME." Mark–now– attacked you onto your back putting all his weight onto you.

"MARK YOU ACTIN LIKE YOU DIDN'T JUST DO THIS LIKE 3 WEEKS AGO." You reminded.

"OK I WAS HORNY 3 WEEKS AGO I'M DIFFERENT NOW." Mark defends.

You gave him an emotionless face, "say you swear to god."

"I swear!" Mark chuckled, he still had you in a submissive position which wasn't gonna last long.

"So if I take this pillow from in between us I won't see a boner???" You asked with a raised eyebrow.

Mark stayed silent before his face gradually got pink, he poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue before getting off you and sitting back in his criss cross position.

"You win. NOW, it's time to release the song before I make you late releasing your song and your fans get on your ass about it again." Mark spoke with a more firm voice.

"Oooo, bet you won't." You grinned, Mark stared at you before swiftly grabbing your arm causing you to collapse on him. All you felt was quick sharp pain on your ass.

"OW! MARK LEE!" You squealed breaking into laughs.

"Say I won't, Say I won't, Say I won't," Mark chanted, "OKAY IM SORRY!" You break into hysterics.

After calming down, you waited a few more minutes before releasing it.

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As you expected the song made your fans/markzens go crazy with comments like; "IS THIS ABT MARK??!?!?!!?111?1?1?", " Did y/n expect us to listen to this not think about mark and become MORE delusional?", "atp we sharing mark", "HE DOES WHAT TO HER WHEN SHES BEGGING?", "Oh wow she released the song on time, Mark must've not been in the room." , " i wonder if Mark is ever gonna survive this.", "Ok y/n is my new ult.", and etc.

And there you being the she devil as usual and Mark having to AVOID any questions that are about your new song.

Great job Bestie!!<333

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PLZ I DID NOT INTEND FOR THIS TO BE KINDA SUGGESTIVE, plus I didn't know how to end this so❤ HOPE YOU ENJOYED HFIEBDHWHDKDJ

[wishitweresummer]

This is a concept I came up with earlier today and figured you'd find interest in it :)

Raspberries are Dream’s favorite, he would never admit it but he likes the lingering feeling you get after one and the nostalgia of it

Tickly kisses are Sapnap’s favorite, he likes the intimacy of it and affection mixed with the tickles

And Nibbles are George’s favorite, especially on his ears, he loves how quickly he can lose him mind when they're involved, mix those with regular tickles and he is on cloud nine

(Bonus thought, Punz is a big fan of back and scalp tickles. Both of which remind him of his mom so when his friends *cough" Foolish *cough* target his back or find out he has a tickly scalp, he just let's it happen, they're pretty bad spots but he loves them)

(You have no idea how happy receiving this made me 🥹 my first headcannon ask thing I see y’all do)

The jump from tickling with hands to tickling with a mouth is super exciting and I love it with the Dream Team, like they all fought so hard for so long to be together forever and we got to see them right away be like, super touchy. No boundaries I can see.

So, I headcannon that the first time one of them made that jump was so fast. (Definitely Dream to Sapnap with those loud tickly smooches)

Of course Dream with the raspberries, that goofball. He dishes them out like their nothing too, but he can’t handle them oof.

He really tries though! His friends always have just the hardest time trying to collect up his scrambling limbs after delivering the first one cuz he is a messss

And if you tease him?? Poor Dreamie. The way he always curls up after a few raspberries with those pink cheeks and dumb little grin?? Unmatched. Those tingles afterwards definitely do get him so bad. With a tummy as ticklish as his it feels like they last forever. He’ll tremble an hour later when he remembers them suddenly.

And Sap. The sappiest Sap, my baby. Getting closer to the Dteam (and the feral boys) has really taught him all this touchy stuff is pretty fun. Dream and Karl pretty much smothered him with cuddles against his will right away until he gave in. Now he can admit a little more he loves the closeness. Gahhhh the cutie

Dream lived with him the longest and knows more than anyone how to melt him. Maybe little kissies along his wrists? Or ears? A sneaky one on the tip of his nose to make him laugh and shove him away. Cuz once Sap catches the giggles it’s overrrr

His voice goes soft and his protests slur together. The giggling is endless. His cute little hiccupy giggles my heart. The kissies on the tummy can kick him back to life sometimes, but the poor thing is always so flustered when he comes back to reality.

Smacking Dream, you idiot… he’s all huffy and red and trying to hide his face, but it’s too cute and the boys wanna see!!! The love is overwhelming sometimes okay?

Gogyyy I always headcannon him to be a little rougher than the others. So yes I agreeeee oh my god. The nibbles for George. And nibbles are so versatile?? They can be all sweet and cute, giggle inducing on his ears and neck and shoulders, make him squirm, but he’s okay he’s not going to die.

~~maybe maybe his blush is making him feel like he’s dying but he’s okay I promise

And the playful nibbles? The others will shake him silly and nibble at his sides and ribs until he’s losing his mind. Probably best to keep those playful ones down away from his neck cuz that boy can shrieeeek. Throw some regular tickles in? And some teasing??

~~Whatever, Dream and Sapnap are used to his insane cackling by now anyway

(I’m just imagining Punz face first on the ground while Foolish pretends to be a monkey grooming his hair, and grabbing all soft around his back while Punz is just on the brink of madness. Plus, Foolish’s laugh?? Imagine being tickled and the person tickling and teasing you is making that noise?? I’d pass away.)

[variousxreader]

i see you said we could send in Koby thoughts… im so obsessed with Koby it’s not even funny. i have an ocxcanon ship with him that ive made over 100 doodles of in a few months and at least 10 pages of dumb thoughts for

i very much hc him as bisexual , usually in my mind he’s cis but i love transmasc Koby too. he’s perfect every way. but i am very much of the opinion he is very muscular either way and dedicates himself to being in the best shape possible.

my oc is a marine so A LOT of my hcs are revolved around a marine s/o who’s his superior. they’re on garp’s ship together and he gets them to talk. oc is a bookworm and has no social skills but Koby is enamored with their insane amount of knowledge and passion for reading and enables their infodumping 24/7, borrows books and they work out together. they get close over their Marineford trauma and eventually cross the friends to lovers bridge because they spend sm extra time together after and understand exactly what’s going on with the other’s mind.

and even though they wouldn’t be able to be together often, I think Koby is a very mature and understanding partner who is able to handle long distance and leaves little notes for his s/o to find, calls them at night once his work is over, and always makes sure to hug them whenever they see each other again. he gets little trinkets for them or a small bouquet of flowers if it’s been longer and will spend the entire night with his attention on them.

i think he’s awkward but well meaning early in a relationship!! scared of messing up or worrying he’s not good enough and still being oh so very shy later down the line. kiss him long enough or pepper his face in little smooches and he will be so!! So embarrassed!! but he loves it… he’s less forward physically but loves to talk and just. look at his so and admire how pretty they are. but I think he loves spooning them and kissing the back of their neck, their cheek and their shoulder at night, or their forehead if they’re facing him. he loves it when they lay on his chest and caress his face. he would be insanely flustered but so tickled by them wearing his shirts or jackets, his old bandana too…

he’s super shy but extremely loving and lovable. i am actually in love with him. no man has ever affected me as much as the existence of Koby and rambling here makes me want to post about him and my character again LOL, thank you for enabling my Koby fixation

Of course!!!! Hes just such a good boy!! I love the marine lover ideas too, but im such a sucker for Koby falling for a slightly older or his age pirate!

Hes so salty he fell for a pirate but he can't help but be so smitten with them lol when i can im writing away for the one shot i mentioned, but that idea spawned a larger fic which accidentally became 2.5k of introduction. Which will allow me to now devolve into chapters of doing whatever i please with the man lmao! It was 100% meant to be smut but i might accidentally turn it into a slow burn romance who knows!

The one shot is now going to be an off shot of the main fic, but being an omegaverse au version. Hell it might not even be a one shot but a mini chaptered fic its self! It could very very well end up as 3 parts or longer

Bi Koby is a dream. My ass really wants to drag him into a reader/ace/sabo/koby relationship thats all levels of debauched.

Theres just something about Koby that makes me primally insane.

Like i fucking love ace and Sabo, but they're so dominant and more sure of themselves (yes even ace) than Koby still

Koby really is the type of man i wanna shake around like a chew toy because hes so precious.

Feral cute aggression w the blorbo.

I shall hug him and squeeze him and call him george,

Also put him into sexual situations that render him fucked absolutely stupid because hes so innocent and sweet and i want to deflower the sweet thing

[wallflowerimagines]

Could you maybe write something with an s/o that is super hands on? Like, if they wanna see Moreau's cool teeth or Heisenberg's scars they'll really get all up in their business, grab their faces and take a look? They're not mean, just curious and handsy

PS, this Anon sent an update for all 4 Lords plus The Duke!!!! So first time duke imagine add on, let's get handsy!

Alcina Dimitrescu

Please keep your hands out of her mouth, Darling.

Alcina is... barely tolerant of this behavior, but also a little amused. You are fascinated by her canines, despite the fact that they aren't particularly sharp or pointed like you keep assuming they are. You have this image of "vampires" I your head, and while Alcina is close to certain stereotypes, she doesn't meet all of them-- specifically the sharp teeth. You cannot seem to get over it, no matter how hard you try.

She will occasionally indulge this little habit of yours, but it's mostly because she loves you. Keep your hands clean and your nails clipped, or else she'll flick your fingers away.

Still, as much as she loves you, Alcina does have her limits when being poked and prodded.

She will only let you do it in private. Alcina won't let you stick your fingers in her mouth in public-- it's not appropriate or befitting of her station.

If you're too enthusiastic, she will playfully nibble on your fingers as a warning, and lick up the small bead of blood that comes from the cut. Is that vampiric enough for you? After all, you taste divine, Darling.

If you're so fixated on the fact that her teeth aren't as long as they are "supposed to be", well, Alcina is happy to show you the error of your ways💕💕

She will definitely use your fixation as an opening excuse for intimacy. I hope you're ready for it...

Donna Beneviento

Not okay with it.

Donna's veil isn't just for mourning-- she's also cripplingly self conscious of the scar on her face, and the Cadou mutation did not help her self esteem at all.

If you try to run your hands over her mutation, especially without warning her first? Donna will just shut down. Normally Donna and Angie will both chat and spend time with you, but after this Donna will completely back away from the relationship, and let Angie take over for her completely.

Angie is her safety net, after all. And you've just crossed a boundary she was not ready for, or even aware that you wanted to cross.

You have to explain that you mean no harm, but even then it's not a great scenario. Donna regresses almost completely if you don't warn her beforehand. You're back to communicating through Angie until you give her a genuine, meaningful apology.

You really need to push the idea that 1) you love her unconditionally and the scar will not affect that, and 2) you were only interested in touching it because you love her so much and you want to be familiar with every part of her.

Essentially: Always, always ask for consent with Donna before you go poking around. She can be alright with it in specific circumstances, but never assume, and never engage unless you have explicit permission. She needs to psych herself up beforehand.

(Still, if you ask and then press a kiss to the writhing mass that she hates so much, she will absolutely cry. There's something about that gesture that really gets across how much you adore her. It's... reassuring. Safe. It makes Donna feel adored, unconditionally. You love her to pieces, and this a gesture that reaffirms that.)

Salvatore Moreau

You... want to mess around inside his mouth? That's a little--WAIT HOLD ON NOT YET!!!

You have to warn him first, for your safety.

Moreau's mouth is full of acid, and as much as you want to get all up in there to check out his neat chompers, you have to warn him first so he can make sure you can examine him safely.

He's proud of his mutation, to a certain extent. The fact that you love him not only despite it, but because of it? It strokes his ego a little bit.

Still, he wants you to be safe. No sticking your hands in there without warning! Moreau would never forgive himself if he hurt you, so do give him a heads up if you want to take a dive in his mouth.

If he's feeling brave, he might actually use this as an excuse for intimacy like Alcina. He might wrap his tongue around your fingers or pull you in for a kiss if he wants too. You've got this focused expression on your face, and it's entirely centered on him... Salvatore couldn't resist even if he wanted to 💗

If you choose to mess around with the growths on his back, it's a little less romantic. They are very painful some days, and unless you are giving him a massage he will say no. It's not because he doesn't trust you! But Moreau needs to manage the pain, and depending on how bad the pain is on that specific day, that means you can't touch his back. Just remember to ask beforehand, and you're golden 💛

Karl Heisenberg

Hell YES

Heisenberg isn't self conscious about his body at all, to be honest. Sure he has scars, and while not All of them have good memories associated with them, he has a surprisingly healthy mindset about them. The scars are there because he's alive. He survived everything life threw at him, and he's still going strong.

While he won't tell you all the stories behind his scars, he will share the more palatable experiences. Some are from dumb mistakes he's made while doing metalwork, and he's more than happy to tell you the less painful stories when you have your hands all over him.

Because, yes, that is the best part about this whole thing. You cannot keep your hands off of him, and it is EXCELLENT. Karl loves it. He's a pretty handsy guy himself (to the point where you're starting to suspect he's a little touch starved), so he does not mind that you return the favor.

You trace his scars with this focused expression that's just so entirely absorbed, so fascinated, Karl gets hit with this weird mix of fondness for you and pride in himself. Seeing you so absorbed in him and his body makes him really want to do the same with you. He wants to return the favor.

The light touches you give his torso are so delicate... It makes him feel important and valuable to you.

Honestly, it's almost intoxicating. Heisenberg will absolutely trail off in the middle of a sentence if you run a hand across his chest. The feel of your hands on his body is so, so good. He likes physical contact with you, but if you specifically trace his scars? All bets are off.

9 times out of 10 he just can't hold back and pulls you in for a make out session. The last 1 out of 10 has a tendency to... escalate😈

The Duke

More than happy to indulge your impulses.

You being handsy is something that the Duke actually really enjoys. He likes to keep you nearby, and when you seem so obsessed with running your hands all over him it's much easier to keep you close and safe💖

You're the most focused on his hands and fingers because...uh...whoo... something about him with all those rings just really does it for you???

It's really nice to weave your fingers in between his, giving little kisses to the inside of his wrist or the tips of his fingers, and the Duke is always happy to oblige.

It's very charming, watching you coddle his hands like they're something precious. He feels a little overwhelmed by the reverence in each gesture, so he does his best to repay the favor.

The Duke will definitely smooch the tips of your fingers to reciprocate any affection you give him, and the kisses will continue up your arms, past your shoulder, and climb up to your mouth. It's a half silly, half romantic, but 100% genuine.

He loves you, and it's always entertaining to watch you squirm in anticipation as his kisses slowly approach your eager lips. The waiting is half the fun💕

[thatsarcasticgemini]

Alone time

Ash Lynx x reader

A/n: Banana fish broke me, but writing is my coping mechanism, so...This is an AU where Ash and the reader are married and live in Japan, Ash being a model. Also, Shorter is alive cause I said do ( i would die for him to live tbh). I am so sorry for any mistakes.

     Babysitting is a very challenging task, especially when the kid is a carbon copy of the most intelligent, cheeky and bratty man Eiji had ever met. Isaac Callenreese was giving the man a headache and pills were not fixing it. Sure, he knew what he was getting into and knew how much Ash and Y/N needed a break from parenting, but why on earth did he agree? At least Shorter was there to help him right?

     Wrong! Shorter was like a second kid. Yelling, running, coloring, making a mess and getting little Isaac even more agitated. Just how much energy did the 5 year old have? 

“Shorter, please! You are 30! Your playing days are over. You’re gonna break something and I will yell. I almost had Isaac under control, but then you came along to ruin the peace we had. Isaac come here right now or I’ll call Ash!”

“Jeez, Eiji...you almost sound like a grandpa! I haven’t seen Isaac in about a year. I missed him a lot, you know? Little gremlin did a lot of growing up!” said Shorter, with the same goofy smile he had all those years ago. Isaac was seated on the his lap, looking up at his favourite uncle with a wide grin. Based off the resemblance between him and Ash, Eiji could already sense some sort of comment coming.

“Nuh-uh. I wanna stay right here. Call dad “dad” please. And I love uncle Shorter, he’s taller, funnier and smarter than you, uncle Ji. He was telling me how dad knows how to ride a motocycle! It doesn’t get better than this!”

“Yes it does. If you stay quiet for five more minutes, I can get the rice done and I can tell you how Ash and Y/N..”

“Mom and dad, uncle Ji!”

“How mom and dad met while we eat. Does that sound nice?”

“Dunno, let me ask uncle Shorter too.” The two began whispering to each other while Eiji rolled his eyes. Just one more hour and Ash would be here to pick his spawn up. After a minute, both Shorter and Isaac nodded their heads and went to sit down at the kitche table.

     Once the table was set and the rice was done cooking, Eiji put it is bowls are brought it to the table. They all dug in, but Isaac seemed to be watching Eiji with great intrest, expecting the story he was promised.

“So Ash and Y/N...”

“Mom and dad. Continue uncle Ji.”

“Mom and dad met around 9 years ago. They met here, in Tokyo, and I am proud to announce that I am the one who got them to meet up, since Y/N went to the same highschool as me. We were both on the drama club in my third year. She was about 2 years younger than me, but she was so mature. Anyway, they started dating around three months after they met. The had a really pretty relationship. You dad was so hooked he embarrassed himself in front of her on multiple ocations. They got married two years later, lived together for two more years and then you came along. You were a very loved little boy. I wish I took a picture of the face your dad made when he held you for the first time.”

“Yeah! He teared up, but don’t tell him you know. You had this little puff of blond hair on your head, it was as fluffy as the little kitty we saw this morning, if not fluffier.” Isaac had look in his eyes that Eiji had only seen once before and that was when Ash told him about Dino and his childhood. The tiny blond seemed to be so vulnarable almost like a porcelain figure. 

“What about mom? Was she happy to see me?” There it was. The love Isaac, much like his father, held for her. It was like they would both die if it wasn’t for her love.

“Well of course she was. She really loves you, you know? Your mom loved you even before she had the pleasure of holding you. You have been one of her favourite people ever since she found out you were in her belly. They both love you a lot.”

“Then why am I here? Why wouldn’t they take me with them? Why do they want alone time?” Eiji couldn’t find an answer. He looked at Shorter, who still had that dumb grin.

“Well, Isaac, mom and dad need to rest every once in a while. Since mom got pregnant with your brother or sister, she hasn’t really been able to rest properly, so dad wanted alone time with her to help her rest, but I am sure they will both be so very happy to see you.”

     Just like magic, there was a knock at the door, Eiji went to open it, while Isaac trailed behind him, with his little backpack in hand. The door opened to reveal Ash and the boy jumped in his arms at the speed of light. 

“Wow! Hi bub! I missed you so much. How was today hmm? Did you have fun with uncle Ji and uncle Shorter? Were they nice to you?”

“Mhm, they told me how you and mama met. I miss mama, is she in the car?”

“No bub, she’s at home. She missed you too. Told me we should race all of the cars and get home in under ten minutes. We have cake.” And with that, Isaac was set back on the ground and the little boy dashed to the car. 

“Damn gremlin didn’t even say bye. Here i was thinking we have something special.”

“Hi Shorter! Hi Eiji! I can’t thank you enough for tonight. She really needed it.” 

“It’s ok Ash. He is a little loud and Shorter here is never truly helpful, but it’s our pleasure. Are Y/N and the baby ok?”

“Hm, not really. I mean the baby seems to be fine, but she isn’t. Throws up everything she eats. The doctor said it is because her body is getting used to the pregnancy, but this didn’t happen when we had Isaac. I’m just worried for her.”

“She’s strong. She can take it I’m sure.” Shorter nodded, agreeing with Eiji’s statement. 

“I know Eiji, I’m not worried about that. Truth is she seems happy to be pregnant. She’s beaming all the time, even after she got everything she ate out, and I feel bad. I feel like she’s in pain. Her smile makes me feel even worse.” Shorter laid a hand on his best friend’s shoulder, taking his sunglasses off. 

“Ash...listen to me. Y/N is someone who’s never lied to you about anything. She’s been genuine about everything. She would never fake a smile and she would tell you if she wanted to abort the baby. The fact that she’s smiling and being her bubbly self only means that the pregnacy isn’t that hard on her. Trust me Ash. I see the look in her eyes when the baby is brought up in any conversation. She’ll be fine. You’ll be a bigger family. Loosen up a little.” 

“Thank you Shorter. I owe both of you a drink. I’ll call you. Thank you for babysitting again.” And with that, all three of tehm smiled at each other while Ash picked the tiny shark backpack and went back to the car.

     Once inside, the older blond turned towards the younger one, smiling.

“Ready to see mom, bub?”

“Mhm! Is she feeling better?”

“Yep.”

     The car ride was one of the happy moments Ash wanted to hold onto. The sang together and talked about how Shorter told Isaac about the motorcycle.

“It’s true, you know? I do know how to ride one. When you’re older, I can teach you too.”

“I wanna ride one now. I’ve seen my friends with theirs, I want one too!”

“Those are lame. I’m talking about the real ones. That’s the true fun.”

     Once at home, Ash dropped everything on the floor and went to help his son hung his coat on the wall. The little boy jumped out of his red sneakers and ran down the hall yelling for his mom. 

“In the kitchen baby. I was cutting you a slice of cake.It’s vanilla, since I know you like the chocolate one’s less. Where’s daddy?”

“Right behind you.” said Ash, placing his hands on her hips and swaying her a little. She turned around to give him a kiss on the cheek, but her 5 month bump got in the way, making her pull a frustred face and Ash smile even more. Isaac pushed his dad to the side a little, making grabby hands at his mom. No matter how old he acted, his real age was always given away by his gestures around his mom. 

     Getting his slice of cake, Isaac turned back towards the living room. Eating on the couch was never truly forbidden.

“Mama, tomorrow is Yuri’s birthday. He celebrating it at home, I have the invitation in my drawing notebook. Can I go?”

“Sure you can. we just have to go buy a gift in the morning.”

“A birthday huh? That means a little more alone time for us two.” Y/N hid her face in her husband’s neck, smiling a little. Ash’s finger went to the back of her neck, getting her to look up at him to give her a kiss, but then...

“Gross! He likes cars mama, go brainstorm on that insted of smooching dad in the kitchen!”

[poisonouswritings]

Sage with an mc that takes non of his emo bullshit. In chapter 1 of his route he says something along the lines of 'teamwork just isn't for me' and mc just cannot comprehend his logic. Mc just sits there staring at the table for a second trying to understand wtf he just said cause if teamwork isn't his thing then why let Felix bribe him-

And the second he tries to storm off and brood mc follows and plops themselves in him lap and go 'so like what are we doing :3'. He can't even get mad or take them seriously. Like every time he's trying to have a deep conversation about how dangerous he is and how they deserve a better lover mentor mc says something stupid and sage is just trying his best not to laugh and let them get to him. ( I can't come up with dialogues rn my brain no work :') )

Maybe even all the flirting flies over MC's head? For the chapter one paid scene sage is trying to hint at mc 'yeah we're pretty high up in the tower. The walls are pretty thick and sound proof too which is pretty convenient for us ;)' mc just blinks at him like '........as in you're about to kill me...??...is that- are you gunna murder me dramatically??? Do i get a cool villian speech? Are we gunna fight to the death?'

Ksjekenkee my brain is not cooperating so this is really lazy typing for now ;-; ALSO WHEN IS YOUR BIRTHDAY. I NEED TO KNOW FOR UH SCIENCE.

-egg anon (dumb bitch anon)

Omg do you wanna hear a story about my birthday? Yeah you do because it explains a lot about why I am the way I am;

So as long as I've been alive, my mom has always said my birthday is June 30th while my dad and sister always said it was July 9th. And for the longest time I took my mom's word because my sister was 6 at the time and my dad was in the waiting room watching some girls volleyball thing, and who would know better than the person who shoved me out of them? (And I do mean shoved, because I was a big ass baby and I came out sideways. I like to say I 'John Carpenter-ed Her Vagina') But then one day I was talking to my archery coach about it and he was like 'Your mom was fucked up on an epidural she's probably the last person you should trust' it y'know what? He was right. So from then on I started going by July 9th.

"Oh Oz why didn't you just check your birth certificate?"

Because my mother fucking lost it when I was like, four. Same with my social security card. Anyways, I started going by July 9th. And then last year I finally said fuck it and just ordered a replacement certificate and guess what fucking day was on it? July 9th. So I finally sat my mom down and was like 'hey I need you to be straight with me what the fuck is the story behind my birthday' and basically, her grandma was born on June 30th and my mom wanted me born on that day to honor her. And then she got angry with me (as in literally screamed in my face) because, and I'm not shitting you here, 'Why Can't I Just Let Her Have This One Thing It Isn't Even That Important To Me It's Just My Birthday! Just Let Her Have This One Thing! I Need To Stop Being So Selfish!'

Anyways I celebrate on July 9th. When's your birthday, Egg Friend?

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GN!Reader, Sage is so huffy I wanna smooch his kitty cat ears, Clueless!MC my beloved

Sage is doing his whole 'I'm a lone wolf' thing and you just slide into the seat behind him and hug his arm because He's Not Alone :) You're Right Here With Him :) Silly Kitty Cat :) and he's just choking on his beer

Sage walks off to mope and then you casually climb onto something tall and hop onto his back like a koala,, and he stumbles for a second as you wrap your legs around his waist and your arms around his chest and you tuck your chin in the crook of his neck and you're like :) Oh An Adventure :) So Where Are We Going :)

Sage is moping and he looks at you with those big sad eyes and he's like 'you deserve better than a washed-up old cat' and you boop his nose and go Yeah But You're Already Housetrained >:) and he wants to mope but you look so proud of yourself that he just can't

Chapter 1,, you just flat-out ask him if he's gonna kill you in the tower and he's ??? Huh????? What the fuck are you talking about?????? And you're just like If I'm Gonna Die I Wanna Hear A Cool Villain Monologue >:( and he's so confused and slightly concerned about you

'do people try to kill you a lot or something?' 'Not that I've noticed. But I do get told I'm really oblivious so...'

Facing off against Elowen in the alley and you're like Oh Are You Gonna Kill Me? Do I Get A Speech Now? :) And Elowen had no idea what the fuck you're talking about but it sure does distract her long enough for Sage to get his sword.

[bangtanpromptsfics]

hyacinth. (m)

dialogue prompt #3: “Your tutor is so hot”

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: f2l(?), light smut

word count: 1,540

warnings: heavy making out, grinding, blonde!jk

summary: you think your new tutor at school is hot and jungkook is determined to change that

a/n: another mature oneshot. I basically die from embarrassment while writing smut lol.

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“Your tutor is so hot”. Jungkook turns around to your attention so fast he could probably snap his neck.

“Mr. Seokjin? ”, he knows who you are talking about. The new personality development tutor of your school, more like the entire population’s crush at this point. And Jungkook hated him just for the same reasons, it seems petty but he can't help himself.

“Go fuck him then”, he snorts, swinging his back pack from one shoulder to another while you grin. Almost as on queue, Seokjin appears on the hallways and passes a smile towards all the students.

“Oh yes. Look at that a--”

“I guess that's enough for today, come on we gonna get late”, he grabs your arms and pushes you forward to move, having enough of your daily ranting about angelic beauty and who the hell laughs at some dad joke?

“When were you ever interested in math Kook?”, you tease him, resisting him to walk slower, “Oh are you perhaps… jealous!? ”

“I'm not jealous. You are annoying”, he shoots cold face.

“Hey! I'm just saying he's attractive you don't have to be so mean about it”, you whine, hitting his arm.

You see, the fact that Seokjin stole Jungkook’s high school heartthrob position in two days is one thing, but he never expected you to act the same, especially when you were so different from most students on the campus. In fact he is shocked to see you crushing on someone. You despised people in general and he kept wondering what's there in their teacher to be so lurk about because he honestly doesn't see anything.

“He's old. And everyone knows he has a girlfriend, you guys dumb or what? ”, Jungkook teases back.

“Doesn't mean I can't praise a beautiful human”

“So he's the only attractive guy in the school? ”, he's curious now and also lowkey wants to find out if you had felt anything like this about himself.

Jungkook knew he was hot. He knew he could destroy Seokjin's reputation with one different hair color but that's too much drama over nothing. As if there isn't ten assignment waiting for him at home. Yeah he got better things to do.

“Nope”, comes your immediate answer. And man that hurt. You are smart and cocky and it would be cool to know someone like you finds him attractive, but you just hurt his ego.

“Not even me? ”, he asks, all squeaky and with a small pout and you return him a smile.

“See you at 7 Kook”

____

School ends at 5, and thankfully both of your residence are nearby and there's a party hosted by Jimin at his house which is a five minute drive so Jungkook has roughly one hour and fourty five minutes to make an appearance to the party. And by appearance he means to look absolutely endearing. He's never the type to bang a lot of chicks, he didn't even need to do anything than to wear a black tee and jeans to a party and could still get laid. If he wanted sex, he can have that any time he wants.

But today is different.

He's never been this eager to be at a gathering, took time to pick outfits and oh dye his hair. He has never experimented with hair colors except that one time he tried red and got famous by the name ‘cherry head’ in the entire locality.

You of course give yourself the usual thirty minutes to do slight makeup and wear shorts with oversized tee styled enough to merge into the party. And boy you have no idea what you are going to witness today.

Jungkook arrives ten minutes late because the highlights took time to dry off. He styles them, but not too much. He still wanted to look effortlessly handsome and got that long abandoned shear black shirt with blue jeans.

“Woah is that Jungkook!?”, some girls whisper beside the bar you are currently seated at and you turn around, only to feel a pang to your chest. Fuck. A completely look through shirt with fucking tight blue denim is he fucking kidding? And blonde hair? Yeah it's that complete ‘drool over me bitches’ package.

You suddenly feel self aware of how simple you looked. He should have given a heads up because one needs several business days to process blonde Jungkook. He seemed unrecognizable.

“Woah… What's up with this new look!?”, you approach finally. Many people eye him shamelessly in your peripheral vision which is pretty much obvious.

“Nothing. Just felt like it”, he grins, having won you. Jungkook is not attractive who? Yeah he bets Seokjin will never pull off this look.

“You like it? ”, and he undoes first two buttons, exposing a bit of his toning straight to your eyes. Is he fucking teasing? You want to confront him because he's acting weird. But you don't know if this is because you feel different around him.

“Y-yeah… It's good”, you tug a smile.

“Wanna dance?”, he asks and you nod, taking your hand to the dance floor. Most people are wasted but both of you are not. So when you feel him touching more than usual, you are absolutely aware that it's not an accident.

He holds you so close all the time, as if it's something you do daily. Fuck.

“Hold me like this”, he says out of nowhere and throws your hand behind his neck. He knows what he's doing. And you are aware too, but too weak in knees to retract. You hate that you are actually enjoying this and he loved it.

“Y/n….”, he whispers to your ear, tucking a strand of your hair behind it, “Can I kiss you love? ”

Your nod is so soft and innocent before you give in. Most people who were looking forward for Jungkook’s company give up and hook up with other guys around because they know he isn't here for anybody else.

He flushes your hips against his as he kisses you, obviously tongue all the way. He doesn't know why but he wanted to shut your mouth exactly like this whenever you swooned over Seokjin. And he is most certain that all those memories are perished along with the kiss.

He pulls your bottom lip out and looks into your eyes and grinds his hip on yours, and you moan lowly. He internally curses at how sweet you sounded.

“Come with me”. He pulls you out of the crowd and into a private cubicle where people usually make out. And thankfully there was one vacant.

But he isn't quick to act once inside the space. He takes his time to lock the door and to sit at that one chair in the centre, manspreading luxuriously for you to see.

You never did anything like this with Jungkook. It was not like you had friend zoned him, you actually don't know why, all these years you spent casually flirting and shrugging off with each other, and now you can't wait to devour him.

You make your way to his lap and sit right on his hips, sighing at the contact. He grabs the back of your head and pushes it towards him. His other hand taps your butt to continue grinding which you happily do so.

He continues exploring your skin, hooking his hands on your shirt and rubbing circles at the skin there. Feeling his cold hands, you move to undo two more of his buttons to get a peak of his pecs, something you wanted to do the moment you saw him.

He moans into your mouth when your movements start to get him worked up, feeling high and ecstatic. Even with the denim shorts on, the dent on his pants was enough to get you close to orgasm.

“J-Jungkook… ”, you trail off, head slightly falling back which he catches.

“Go on love, almost there”. Fuck. You loved it when he called you names, but this one was, exceptionally very much turning you on.

He detaches his mouth to suckle on your collar bone, exposing it by pulling your t shirt slightly down. It becomes all too much, and you focus on the knot forming at your stomach.

Jungkook stops kissing you, indicating he's chasing his high several moments after yours, glad that both opted for thick denims as bottoms to cover the mess you made.

“We should've done this way before”, you imply, separating the strands of his hair sticking to his forehead.

“We could've, but you were busy drooling over some teacher”, he smugs.

“So you were jealous! ”.

Unfortunately his cocky being doesn't have an answer for that so he dodges it with another long kiss, breaking off with a loud smooch.

“God I can kiss you forever Y/n…”

“And...then? ”, you ask your confusion. You don't know what's your relationship with Jungkook is anymore, now that you had made out with him.

“... then… maybe you'll fall in love with me?”

“See you at the party Kook”, you peck the corner of his lips and get off his lap. After taking a moment to fix your outfit, you leave the cubicle.

And Jungkook knew exactly what he was going to do.

Thank you so much for reading!! ♡

Original Content of ©bangtanpromptfics

[princecameronlovedacommoner]

Rafebarry Ficlet: The Shattered too Can Be Healed

( Fluff. Just Lots of Fluff & Rafe Snuggles)

Summary: Barry takes care of Rafe after he comes to him straight from having a fight with his old man.

A quarter till midnight and the bastard comes through the front door like the place is his very own, not one knock, no “What’s up, man” from the other side of the screen while he waited for Barry to let him inside. Not even a simple “Hey, mind if I stay around awhile?” before Rafe Cameron barges right into Barry’s trailer, lips bloody and swollen like he’d just got into it with somebody on the drive over.

Barry turned off the local news network on his little tv in the corner of the room. The weather forecast was done with anyway and he really didn’t give a shit about much else at the moment.

Aside from the clearly distressed Kook who had entered his domain and that was behaving in an even odder way than usual. For Rafe that was definitely saying a lot.

“Well, shit. Look at you, Country Club. Look like somebody done took off with that shiny new ride Daddy got you cruising’ in now. They pull your ass out of it first?” He motioned to Rafe’s split lip and expected him to snap at the jest. To snarl at least. Just a little.

But Rafe didn’t say a word. He dumped his things on Barry’s couch, facing away from him to hide the injury, of which he was obviously ashamed.

“Ain’t talkin’ tonight, huh?” Barry’s tone was less teasing and more…well…gentle was really the only word that could properly describe it.

“No.” Rafe muttered, and that was good. At least Barry was getting something out of him, even if it was mostly just sniffles and swallowed down sobs.

Barry sighed, leaning back in his recliner and crossing his arms behind his head, showing off a pair of bare and decently worked muscles. “Alright then, pretty thing.” He agreed to Rafe’s current terms of silence, mostly just to keep the tension boiling within the blonde headed rich boy from rising into a raging fit.

Barry knew Rafe well enough by now. He just needed to relax for a little while to calm down. “Go take a shower, why don’t ya?” He suggested. “Hot water’s back on.”

Rafe went, without another word, down the hall and locked the flimsy bathroom door behind him.

Alright. So this was going to be a rough night. He only ever trapped himself in there when he was feeling pretty worse for wear.

Whatever. Barry was still confident that he could talk him down enough to avoid an outburst. So he reluctantly got up from his cozy chair and went into the kitchen to make them both something to snack on.

The water in the shower quit after about a half hour and once Barry had thrown a couple of grilled cheeses together, Rafe was already sitting on the couch, wrapped up in his warm grey robe that he kept in Barry’s closet, his golden hair still wet from his shower and his arms crossed over his chest.

“Eat somethin’.” Barry insisted, handing him a plate and then setting down a chipped mug of sweet smelling tea upon the cluttered coffee table in front of Rafe. They didn’t need to talk about that and Rafe didn’t need any convincing to drink it. Whatever Barry used to make the stuff usually really helped him to calm down after a tough run in with the old man. The same was true now, his trembling muscles beginning to slow as he sipped at the hot drink.

“You gonna let me clean that lip up for ya?” Barry eventually dared to ask once he felt that Rafe had been gentled enough to not bite the hand that fed him.

Cameron didn’t reply right away but once he’d finished half of his sandwich and the mug was drained, he touched the tips of his own fingers gently to the angry cut that actually ran through both of his lips. “Not much you can do for it.” He muttered.

“Yeah, well, we’ll see about that.” Barry got up again from his chair and came closer, Rafe’s lack of action to repel him being a clear invitation to approach.

“Who did this shit, huh?” He asked softly as he sat down next to Rafe. Rafe, who didn’t cower from him but pulled his robe tighter against his body, as if Barry might try to take advantage of his currently wrecked emotional state. Even if he knew that he never would.

“Don’t,” He hissed. “Just don’t fucking ask, alright? Just-Just get me some Vaseline and some ibuprofen, alright? Stop asking questions…”

“Sure thing, Country Club. I got you.” Of course Barry knew already that Daddy Cameron was probably the assailant who did the damage but he wasn’t going to say that to Rafe. It’d only get him worked up and angry.

After searching through the medicine cabinet in the bathroom for awhile, Barry came back to patch his shaky little Kook up, going a step further than Rafe had told him to and first cleaning both slashes in the soft flesh with some cold antiseptic before the Vaseline went anywhere near them. Rafe downed a couple of Tylenol after and after a little while of resting on Barry’s couch, arms still crossed defensively over his chest, Rafe got up and went to the bedroom, leaving Barry to finish some dumb 80’s movie they’d started up together.

The bed was nice and soft against the tenseness of Rafe’s body and he slowly let himself sink into the mattress beneath the sheets. Sheets that smelt like them, only slightly less than the pillows Rafe swapped so he could breath in Barry’s scent without asking for the real deal.

The old rickety floors creaked when Barry came back to slide into bed as well, long calloused fingers shoving dark locks back over his head and out of his eyes. “You been theivin’ my pilla again, huh?” He couldn’t help but grin rather proudly when he saw that Rafe had his face buried in the pillow he’d claimed as his: the one that was stuffed into the Carolina Panthers case he’d found at the thrift shop. “Fork it over, baby boy. You can hang onto me instead.”

Rafe didn’t protest, switching the pillows back. He liked his own better anyway. It was firmer. Not as squishy as Barry’s that was going to give him a life long crick in the neck someday.

“Take the fucking thing if it matters so much…” He muttered under his breath at Barry, who willingly pretended that it was his idea alone to roll Rafe over and hold him close against his warm naked chest.

“Come here, pretty thang. That’s a good boy,” Barry dropped little bits of praise for Rafe to lap up like the love starved pup that he was. “Let me hold ya, baby. Been missin your cute ass around here all day, honey pie. You might as well come on in here and shack up with me full time, ya know? Don’t ever wanna let go of you in the mornins, baby. You just got those wicked little claws in my heart now, huh? My pretty thang. Know how fuckin’ perfect you look right now?”

Rafe relaxes deeply enough at Barry’s words that sometimes, including tonight apparently, he doesn’t really even notice that he’s crying against his lover’s skin.

Barry doesn’t mention it either. Just keeps praising him, rubbing on his back, and kissing at every bit of exposed skin he can find to smooch.

Rafe never feels calmer than when he’s here, wrapped in Barry’s arms, being taken care of and loved so thoroughly.

If heaven truly was a real place, he thought to himself before drifting off to sleep, this must be what it feels like to be there.

There’s never been another place on earth that Rafe could flee to, where the dark thoughts in his head wouldn’t follow. Just here. Just here with Barry in these moments where peace of mind wasn’t just a myth.

[shorkbrian]

Never Ever

(Warnings - dub-con, non-con if you squint. NSFW, body insecurity)

“Stop fucking saying that!” Kiri paused, looking up from the magazine he was reading (men’s health, the one with big buff dudes on the cover, typical) to watch you storm out of the living room.

“Babe?”

You ignored him, stomping into the bedroom (you refused to call it “your” bedroom, or “our” bedroom, no matter how Kiri wishes you would).

Flopping down onto the big bed, you fluffed the covers out, quickly wiggling under them and pulling them up over your head. 

It was one of those moments when you didn’t feel like talking. You didn’t want to talk, you didn’t want to hear, to see or feel or do anything. You didn’t want to fucking exist.

You just wanted to sink into the bed and disappear, not only from the world, but from everyone’s minds.

Steady footfalls padded down the hall, into the bedroom. The bed shifted, and you heard Kirishima sigh.

“All I said was that you’re pretty. And you are. You’re beautiful. Gorgeous and breathtaking, and incredible, and stunning, and divine, and-”

“Shut up.”

Your growl made Kirishima chuckle, and it made your chest seize up. It’s so stupid, you’re so stupid. It wasn’t that big of a deal. 

“I don’t lie to you.”

That makes it worse. Huffing, you threw the covers off your head, met with the sight of Kirishima sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at you. He was so big, so muscled and broad, and he had such a nice body. He’d never understand.

“I know you’re not lying. You wouldn’t lie. But that’s the problem, you big oaf-” Kirishima grinned, and you wanted to punch him in the face. This wasn’t funny. “-You think everyone looks great, and you’d never put someone down for the way they look, even if they looked like a grotesque swamp monster.”

Trying not to cry was at the top of your priorities. 

“I don’t wanna talk about it anymore. Leave me alone.” If you said much more, crying would be inevitable. You shifted onto your side, facing away from the big redhead. With any luck, he’d get the message that you didn’t want him to be near you right now, and he would leave.

No such luck.

Kirishima grunted, and you felt the weight on the bed shift. He lifted up the covers, sliding in beside you, making no move to touch you. 

After a second of gathering his thoughts, Kiri spoke. “Well, I guess that’s kinda true. I think everyone has inherent worth, and their physical features don’t really contribute to it. Like, yeah, some people are really pretty, like Bakugou, but their looks don’t make them better than everyone else.”

A hand gently crept onto your waist, and you slapped it away quickly, scooting further away from the large man.

“But when I say you’re lovely, and attractive, and hot, and a whole-ass meal I mean it. And it’s not just about your body either, although like, you’re totally irresistible in that department.”

He tried again, a large hand clamping down on your waist. This time, when you angrily slapped at his hand, it stayed put.

“It’s just... You. You’re indescribable. I love you cause of the way you are.”

A warm, hulking body pressed against you, and you squirmed, but there was nowhere to go.

“I love you when you wake up in the morning, and you got like, those little eye booger things? Yeah. I love you when I come home and see your face, and when I get to hold you, and give you kisses-” A quick smooch was planted at the nape of your neck. “-and I love everything about you; all the good, all the bad. It’s no question.”

“Please don’t touch me.” You whispered. Such a wimp, you were crying now, throat tight, face hot. You felt so disgusting, and gross, and his words weren’t true, or if he believed them, then he was misguided. 

“Babe-”

“Please.”

“I’m not gonna do that.” His hold on you tightened, and he shuffled even closer, dwarfing your body with his own. “Tell me what’s going on, yeah? Let’s work this out.”

You stayed silent. It was too embarrassing, too trivial. He’d laugh at you, and you were a weak, pathetic little baby for even being bothered by this. Why couldn’t you just accept you were gross and ugly? Why did you have to cry a bout it?

“I’m not gonna leave until we talk, babe.” There was finality in his tone, and you could tell, he wasn’t going to budge.

Still, you couldn’t find the words. The feelings were just too much.

The two of you were still for a second, then Kirishima was shifting, turning onto his back, pulling you onto his chest and turning you so that your head rested on his chest. You’d struggle, but it’d be useless. Still, you wished he wouldn’t hold you.

You could hear his heartbeat like this. 

It was slow, steady, relaxing. You could probably fall asleep like this.

“I know you don’t feel good about how you look. That’s what this is about, isn’t it?” 

When you didn’t answer, he sighed, before continuing. 

“I’m paying attention. I see how you try not to look in the mirror, or how you always try to sit so your legs don’t “look big” or whatever. How you always do that thing with your head and you hate looking down cause you'll get a lil double chin.”

An ugly sob tore from your throat. Oh god, he had noticed all of that? You felt horrible. Awful. You were so dumb and embarrassing. 

“But I love when you’re just you. Your body is good as it is. I know you don’t think so, but I know for a fact that your brain is lying to you. Yeah, maybe you don’t look like those people on tv, or in magazines, or wherever... but you don’t need to, y’know?”

A kiss was placed on the top of your head, and Kirishima’s hand was stroking along your back, soothingly rubbing.

“You deserve love no matter how you look.”

“But I don’t-” you sobbed into his chest, hands fisting in the soft material of his shirt. “-not looking like-like this. I hate myself so much, and I’m so ugly, and stupid, and I know it’s like, super dumb to get upset like this-”

“It’s not.” Kirishima chimed in.

“-but I can’t ever just... be good enough. I look horrible, and my personality sucks, and everything about me is wrong and bad. I am so disgusting, and worthless, and-”

“You aren’t.” Kiri growled, cutting you off. The man sat up, taking you with him. He pulled you directly in front of him, so he could grab you by the shoulders and look into your eyes. “I don’t care what you say otherwise. I’ll say it and I’ll keep saying it until your ears bleed and my tongue falls off, you’re worth the fucking world to me.”

He surged forward, mashing his lips against yours. 

You clawed at the arms holding you in place. You didn’t want him to kiss you, your lips were chapped and you were all gross from crying. But Kirishima wouldn’t let up, nipping at your bottom lip, hungrily kissing you.

When he finally did relent, you pulled away, a fresh wave of tears rolling down your face. 

“Please don’t. I’m repulsive and obnoxious, and-and annoying-” you hiccuped.

Kirishima grabbed your face, rubbing at your tears with his thumbs.

“No you aren’t. You’re sexy as hell, and you’re so smart, and you’re kind, and I could go on and on and on.” He leaned in, planted a kiss on the tip of your nose, following you even though you shied backwards from his touch. “But right now, I don’t think you’re gonna listen to what I say. Guess I just gotta show you, don’t I?”

Your eyes widened, and you tried to wiggle free of his grasp. “No-”

“Shh, c’mere.”

He clambered off the bed, pulling you to the edge as he did so. Once the man was standing, he started undressing, letting go of you in the process.

“Kiri, you shouldn’t do this.” You whined, scrubbing at your eyes with your hands “I don’t want to, I never do - I’m gross and you’re so fit and in-shape, please don’t make me do this.”

The redhead clambered back on the bed, now devoid of clothes. 

You were right - he looked like he could be a fitness model, all smooth muscles and gleaming skin. No matter how much you worked out, or watched your diet, you still couldn’t achieve the type of body you wanted, and it was so frustrating. Why was it so easy for him, yet unattainable for you? You’d do almost anything to get the body you desired.

“Hey, listen to me.” Kirishima shuffled closer, grabbing your face with both hands, forcing you to look at him with puffy eyes. “You aren’t gross. You aren’t ugly, or fat, or any of those things that you tell yourself.”

“But I am!” Your voice was high, distressed, and you felt like a whiny little kid. When would you ever stop embarrassing yourself?

Kirishima shook his head, leaning in to give you a quick peck on the lips, before his hands moved to your clothes.

“No, don’t-”

He fixed you with a solemn glare, one of his hands catching your own when you tried to push at him, wrenching them into his chest, right over his heart.

“Feel that?” it was beating like a drum, heavy and quick. “I don’t care what I have to do to make you realize how worthy you are.”

The man pulled off your shirt, letting it tangle around your wrists where he was holding them. You had neglected a bra today, expecting to just do a few chores around the house today, so your breasts were bared to Kirishima’s hungry gaze.

With a shattered cry, you twisted to the side, trying to wiggle away from the big man, but he easily pulled you back into place.

“Look at you, you’re delicious.” His eyes were bright, a grin spreading across his face as he breathed down at you, gazing at your naked upper half.

“Kirishima, please stop. I don’t want to do this! Stop it!” You cried, feeling more tears spring to your eyes.

“Nope, not gonna happen.”

Your shorts were quickly pulled off your legs, along with your underwear, leaving you bare and vulnerable. You sobbed. You could only imagine what you looked like, held under Kirishima, unattractive and flabby underneath the muscular man.

Without a word, he dipped down to mouth at your collarbone, before planting hot kisses along your skin as he traveled further to your breasts. He finally let go of your wrists, which immediately came to push at his shoulders, but the large man wouldn’t budge.

“You’re so gorgeous, and hot. Look at how nice your tits are, all warm and soft.” To prove his point, he grabbed at the mounds, massaging them gently with his large palms as he kissed in-between them.

You writhed. “Hey, don’t-don’t! Stop doing th-at.” your skin was probably dry and riddled with odd textures - acne in some area, hair in others. How could Kirishima find that attractive?

He kept kissing all over your chest as you squirmed helplessly, still gently groping at your breasts with gentleness. His hands plucked at your nipples, softly squeezing your flesh, sucking hickies that made your breath hitch and your body jolt.

“God, you’re so perfect. Just right for me, just what I always need.”

His hands abandoned your tits, smoothing down your sides. “You feel amazing, just getting to touch you is so nice. You’re soft-” a kiss to your cheek “-and your skin gets all flushed-” a kiss to your collarbone “-and you look like a goddess.”

Hands skimmed over your stomach, and you burst into a fresh bout of tears, pushing more insistently at Kirishima’s shoulders. The man was feeling all over you, all of your lumpy bits, all of the places you hated and tried to hide and not think about. 

He pulled away from you, gazing down at you with softness in his eyes, hands coming to grip your thighs and pull you closer to where he was sitting on his knees.

“Y’know babe, if I was more patient I’d eat you out right now, always taste so fucking good. But-” moving to stroke at your folds with two fingers, Kirishima grinned at you wolfishly, baring his sharp teeth. “-You’ve got me all kinds of worked up, I can’t wait that long.”

You could feel his length pressing against the inside of your thigh, would be able to see it if you looked down. But then your chin would fold, and Kirishima would be able to see all the fat there, how the skin bunched and how you looked awful. No matter what he said, you knew the truth - you were disgusting.

A finger roughly worked it’s way inside of you, and you gasped at the sudden stretch, not nearly wet enough for it to be comfortable.

“Shit-” Kirishima murmured, before slowly taking out his digit. He leaned down spat directly onto your hole, smirked as he watched it clench at the sudden warmth of the liquid.

Then he was pushing his finger inside again, it’s way smoothed by his saliva. 

“Kiri... Please stoppp. I feel bad, ‘m not feeling good, it’s-”

“Shhhh, I’ll make you feel good in a second. Just gotta get my girl ready for me.”

You weren’t talking about the physical discomfort (though with the way he was rubbing over your walls, quick and determined, was making you shake), you were talking about your mental state.

You felt like trash; useless, foul-smelling, rotten garbage. How could Kirishima even want you? Why did he even want you? There was no way he found you attractive, he was just trying to make you feel better, trying to be kind and supportive, because that’s just the kind of person he was. 

Another finger entered you, joining the first in quickly stretching you. A third was added after a while, then a fourth, Kirishima kissing at the flesh of your torso throughout the entire process.

He was already breathing heavily, panting in between each kiss. You could feel his hips occasionally stutter towards you, as if the man couldn’t stop himself from moving, from rutting his cock against the inside of your thigh as he prepared you to take him.

“Mm, alright, ready baby?”

The fat head of his cock was lined up against your entrance as soon as his fingers pulled free, slick with your juices. Kirishima quickly stroked his hand over his cock, groaning lowly, before grabbing under the head, holding it steadily against your pussy.

“Gonna make you feel so good, want you to feel how much I love you.”

It didn’t matter how much you shook your head, or uttered blubbered “No!”’s, Kirishima was determined. 

He slowly sheathed himself into your tight heat, almost whimpering as your velvety walls enveloped his cock. The man has his eyes closed, biting his lips as he pressed further and further, before his hips jumped forward unconsciously, seating himself balls-deep into your cunt.

“Fuckkkk, baby, you feel so good, how are you even real?”

You could only gasp, filled to the brim with cock, unable to think past the thickness buried deep and pressing into all the right spots. 

Kirishima pulled out a few inches, but quickly sank forward again, sighing in pleasure as your pussy gripped his bare cock, making it wet and slick and creamy with all your juices. 

He brought his hand over your pelvis, pressing down on your mons with his palm, thumb hanging down to rub delicately at your clit, making you arch.

“Ohhh shit, what a good girl, feeling good?”

His question went unanswered as you moaned involuntarily, the sensations that the man was creating becoming too much and entirely not enough at the same time. 

“Love you so much, you’re so beautiful. My girl has the hottest body, the prettiest voice, let it out for me yeah?”

You shook your head, quickly clamping your hands over your mouth, whimpering as he pulled out, before fluidly thrusting back in. He hit so deep, past where your own fingers could reach, right in all the spots that felt the best.

“Awh, baby I wanna hear you.” He whined, still rubbing at your clit.

Your stomach was tight, pleasure lancing through your gut and up into your chest. You muffled your sounds with your hands, closing your eyes so you wouldn’t have to look at Kirishima, see his look of adoration as he ravished your body.

The man seemed fine with that, focusing on moving his body against yours, pulling you into his lap on each thrust. The way your hips were angled high made it easy for the man to fall into a comfortable rhythm, bottoming out before pulling back, the head of his dick scraping deliciously against your walls.

“You make me so happy, I don’t ever wanna be away from you. You’re the best thing in my life, I’m so glad I get to have you.” Kirishima groaned out, sweaty body pressing against yours as he leaned forward to embrace you in a hug. 

The man was always so touchy, wanting to hold hands, playing with your hair whenever he could, pulling your shirt aside to kiss at your shoulders whenever you let him.

He turned his head to kiss your cheek, before quickly becoming unsatisfied, pushing himself up so he could pull your hands away from your mouth.

“Wanna kiss my pretty girl.” 

And he did, almost melting against your body as his lips met yours. You let him do what he wished, fervently making out with you.

Again, his hand found it’s way to your slit, fingers rubbing against your puffy lips. When they made contact with your clit, you jolted, hot pleasure climbing higher and higher.

“Kiri, Kiri, gonna-gonna cum, gonna cum.”

“Oh fuck, me too, you’re so fucking tight, your sloppy little pussy keeps pulling me in, fuck.”

You whined, pulling your head back from Kirishima to breathe, only for the man to start kissing at your neck, hot and wet.

The pleasure in your stomach crested, throbbing through your core as you came, clutching at Kirishima. The man moaned against your neck, hips working into you in little circles as he chased after his own pleasure. Your vision blacked out momentarily as he kept fucking into you, prolonging your pleasurable high.

You were still riding the last waves of your orgasm when the man pulled out, grunting as he stripped his cock over your stomach, grunting. “I love you, fuck, I love you so much.”

He came on your stomach, moaning brokenly as his hand worked over his cock, eventually slowing down, before stopping completely. The man had his eyes closed, barely cracking one open so he could flop down beside you without hitting you.

The sounds of the two of you breathing filled the space, panting together. 

Kirishima turned on his side, facing you as he smiled. “That felt amazing. I’m so lucky that you’re mine.”

You ignored him the best you could, the feelings of insecurity creeping back in. 

A hand suddenly appeared on your stomach, running through the mess of Kirishima’s cooling cum, rubbing it into your skin.

“Kirishima, ew.” You groaned, head flopping back onto the mattress. You were too tired to push him away, too worn out to dispute his praises and adulation.

You suppose that had been his plan from the beginning.

“Sorry, it’s just - you look so sexy like this, my cum all over you. It’s like I’m marking my territory.” You frowned at the mans’s goofy grin, but just closed your eyes instead of saying anything.

“Hey-” Kiri shuffled closer, his clean hand coming to cup your chin and pull your face to his. Red eyes stared into your own, wide and truthful. “I love you. That’s never going to change.”

Your gaze flickered to the side, and Kirishima took ash opportunity to press your foreheads together, nose nudging against your cheek.

“Never ever.”

[the-blind-assassin-12]

HEY THERE FRIENDS!

AND HAPPY FRIDAY!

This week has been a wild one for a few reasons and kind of got away from me. I didn’t get a chance to do my “three great things” post on Wednesday, but I read A LOT of great things this week and I didn’t want to NOT shout about them. I’m sorry it’s not the normal amount of shouting nor does it include any poorly drawn doodles this week - I’ll be back on my game next week - but I would be TOTALLY remiss if i didn’t absolutely IMPLORE you to read the following: 

(NOT RANKED OR ORDERED IN ANY WAY WHATSOEVER!) 

Ephemera by @insomniamamma - nico. melancholy loveliness. little angsty. little bit soft. lots beautiful. 

I’ll Never Fall in Love Again (parts 1 &2) by @oonajaeadira - dieter. unresolved feelings? kinda wanna slap him, very much want to smooch his dumb face. (hey annie, i make MYSELF shine, mkay?) 

Starman (part 8) by @imtryingmybeskar - ezra. AND A DOG! lots of exciting and emotional backstory here. and so much touching. 

Locked Down (parts 9 & 10) by @something-tofightfor dieter. secret romance (romance definition TBD by idiots in love) jenna is a REAL ONE. we are getting in deep friends, and pretty soon the shoreline is going to be gone... but shhhhh. jut keep swimming (and by swimming i mean sleeping with - and learning about - dieter.) 

Untitled by @honestly-shite - joel. omg HOT. close call leads to CLOSE ENCOUNTERS. still fanning myself holy shit. (idk joel... i might just dare...) 

SERIOUSLY YOU GUYS THESE ARE ALL FABULOUS PIECES OF WORK, AND I AM IN AWE OF THESE WRITERS AND THE STORIES THAT THEY CREATE. PLEASE GO GIVE THEM SOME LOVE BECAUSE HOT DAMN DO THEY DESERVE IT! <3

[youcouldmakealife]

SOTW: Scratch/Money, Willy;  Ambassador Williams (pt 1)

For the prompt: The Scouts find out Joey and Scratch are together?

Sorry this is late, Jared stole Wednesday from Joey!

“So what do we tell the guys?” Scratch asks.

“Hrngh?” Joey asks. He’s tired, full on wiped from training camp, and Scratch is running his fingers through his hair, so he’s more snooze than man at this point.

“About us,” Scratch says. “What do we tell them?”

“The truth?” Joey asks.

“Well, yeah,” Scratch says. “I guess I mean — how do you wanna do it?”

“Just let them figure it out, I guess,” Joey says.

“They won’t, though,” Scratch says, hand stalling.

“Hey,” Joey protests, and Scratch starts petting his hair again. “They’re not that dumb.”

“They absolutely are,” Scratch says. “But mostly we don’t exactly act any different.”

“There’s smooches now,” Joey says.

“Please don’t ever use that word again,” Scratch says.

“Smooch?” Joey asks, puckering up.

Scratch face washes him instead. Rude.

*

Scratch is very insistent they arrive to training camp early, which Joey’s not un-in favor of, but it does make him suspicious. Scratch likes sleep. Joey also likes sleep, but Scratch is the kind of dude who keeps hitting snooze until Joey hits him with a pillow.

Willy’s already there, feet kicked up, scrolling through his phone. Joey saw the zamboni out there, which is probably the only reason Willy’s not already on the ice getting some early practice in.

“I brought you Money,” Scratch says.

Willy blinks. “I didn’t ask for Money,” he says.

“Tell him what you told me, Money,” Scratch says. “About the guys. And how we should tell them.”

“I’m not a parrot,” Joey says.

Scratch pokes him.

“I’m not like, battery operated either, you can’t just hit a button and turn me — shut the fuck up, Willy.”

“I said nothing at all,” Willy says, lips pressed together.

“I asked Money how he wanted to tell the guys about us,” Scratch says. “And he said—“

He glances over, and Joey presses his own lips together. Not a parrot.

“—he said we should just do our thing and wait for them to figure it out,” Scratch says. “Right?”

Joey shrugs. Close enough.

“Okay, but they won’t,” Willy says. “Ever. Like, they’ll go to their graves thinking you two are bros.”

“Right?” Scratch says.

“They’re not that dumb, guys,” Joey says.

“One: they absolutely are,” Willy says. “Two: you guys doing your thing just looks like the ScratchnMoney show. No one’s going to notice the difference.”

“There’s smooching now,” Joey informs him.

“Are you planning on smooching in front of them?” Willy says, then, “Wait, why am I saying smooching, what are we, 80?”

“I told him not to,” Scratch says, all traitor. “I told him it was a gross word.”

“You smooch that man with your own mouth,” Willy says.

“I know,” Scratch groans.

“You are being offensive!” Joey says. “Stop being offensive!”

“Stop using that word,” Scratch says.

“Fine,” Joey says. He’s not that attached to it. Honestly now that Scratch mentioned it, it’s a weird word, all chewy in his mouth. Not the kind of feeling he wants to associate with kissing.

“And honestly, even if you made out right in front of them they’d probably just think it was some weird bet or dare,” Willy says, which is probably true. They’ve done dumber things in service of bets and dares. Not that kissing Scratch is dumb, obviously, it’s awesome, just that it could be misconstrued.

“Wait,” Joey says. “Are you saying we have to tell them with words?”

That sounds like a terrible plan. Joey’s awful at that.

“Yes,” Scratch and Willy say in unison. Joey’s figured out why Scratch brought him to Willy. It was for teaming up purposes. He probably should have picked up on that earlier, but —

Maybe they are also right about not overestimating their teammates’ observational skills.

But—

“I don’t wanna use words,” Joey whines. “Words backfire on me.”

“Just say something like ‘hey guys, me and Scratch are a couple now, no we’re not joking, if you’re not cool about it Trigger will rip your head off’,” Willy says.

That’s pretty good. Very clear. Trigger would be up for head ripping off, since Scratch is involved. Joey still suspects it’d backfire.

“Hmm,” Joey says.

Scratch sighs.

“Hmmm,” Joey says.

“Do you want me to tell the team?” Willy asks.

“Yes,” Joey says over Scratch’s, “No.”

Scratch gives him a betrayed look.

“We’ll screw it up,” Joey says. “Think about it.”

Scratch visibly thinks about it. He gets that thinking wrinkle in his brow.

“We could just make out in front of the team,” Scratch says.

“Bet or dare,” Joey counters.

“Oh yeah,” Scratch says, and sags. “We could tell them? Together?”

“It’d go wrong,” Joey says.

“Yeah,” Scratch sighs.

“I’ll tell them when camp’s over?” Willy asks. “Once the roster’s settled?”

Joey scuffs his shoe.

“Money?” Willy asks.

Joey scuffs his shoe some more.

“Money, these guys were ready to murder someone for you when you got outed,” Willy says. “They rallied around you hard. They’re going to support you guys. And if they don’t—“

“Trigger, head ripped off,” Joey says. “I know.”

“I can rip off heads too,” Scratch tells him.

“I know you can,” Joey says, and pats his arm.

“End of training?” Willy asks. “When the roster’s settled?”

Joey looks over at Scratch, who’s nodding along, looking all determined and not freaked out, and like — these guys know Joey’s gay. Not just the ones who were on the team when it happened; thanks to the magic of the internet it’s common knowledge. Scratch is the one putting himself out there right now, not Joey. Joey can be like, minimally brave while Scratch is being maximally brave.

“Okay,” Joey says. “But for real you have to do it.”

Minimal brave does not involve Joey telling people himself.

“For real I’ll do it,” Willy says. “You Can Play Ambassador. Apparently literally right now.”

“Best man for the job,” Joey tells him.

Willy tosses his perfect hair. “Well, obviously,” he says.

Scratch nudges his side, like ‘stop giving Willy an even bigger head’, and Joey nudges him back with a ‘he’s doing us a favor, Nick, we can inflate his gigantic ego a little’.

“True,” Scratch says.

“How have you gotten even more telepathic with each other?” Willy asks.

“Smooching,” Joey says, and ducks, but not in time to save himself from two whacks upside the head.

[sstardusty]

would it make purple?

haikyuu boys react to-

“my popsicle’s blue and yours is red so if we were to make out, would it make purple?”

context: you’re sitting on the top of the hill in a park with him having your popsicles

KARASUNO

daichi- “we are in public??” “Okay and??” he’d just laugh at you because you are adorable and give you a smooch on the forehead then your nose and then your lips :)

sugawara-“it probably would!” “sooo...” “oh you meant literally?” you would grab him by the collar and kiss him and he’d put his hands on your back and all cute and sweet until he flips y’all over. ;)

𝗔𝘀𝗮𝗵𝗶- *blows a fuse* “I-I-I DONT KNOW?!?!” you’d then have to calm him down because he is a flustered mess. note for future: don’t make any sudden comments about making out with asahi

𝗡𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗼𝘆𝗮- “it sure would!” then no hesitation he would start making out with you, hands on your waist your hands on his chest. i mean you aren’t complaining, it’s pretty hot.

𝗧𝗮𝗻𝗮𝗸𝗮- “I DONT KNOW BUT WE SHOULD TEST IT!” “right now?” “RIGHT NOW!” he’s literally on top of you before you can form a full thought. it’s safe to say you got your question answered.

𝗛𝗶𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗮- “I WANT MY TONGUE TO BE PURPLE!! HOW DO WE DO IT!?” you’d then explain to him how to make out and he’d be a blushy little dork. you giggle at him and just give him a sweet smooch.

𝗞𝗮𝗴𝗲𝘆𝗮𝗺𝗮- “you cant just ask things like that boke!” “what i was curious!?” he’s blushing profusely and shaking his head at you, but like let’s be real he wants to make purple just as much as you do.

𝗧𝘀𝘂𝗸𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗺𝗮- “are you that stupid? The color has already stained our tongues, it wouldn’t just transfer over” he rolled his eyes with the slightest blush on his cheeks freaking tsun tsun.

𝗬𝗮𝗺𝗮𝗴𝘂𝗰𝗵𝗶- “oh! ah! i uh don’t know?? i-i-don’t think it would?” he would try his absolute best to change the topic but we all know he won’t be able to stop thinking about it.

𝖭𝖤𝖪𝖮𝖬𝖠-

𝗞𝘂𝗿𝗼𝗼- “oh ho ho? well we better put that to the test, shouldn’t we?” “maybe we should?” he’d pull you into his lap and have a VERY heated make out with you, not caring of anyone sees.

𝗬𝗮𝗸𝘂- “you are so dumb” “what?” he’d bonk you on the head then kiss your head,, who’s the blushing mess now?? ;)

𝗞𝗲𝗻𝗺𝗮- he would just lookup from his game at you, shake his head disappointedly then continue playing his game. he doesn’t have time for your shenanigans and kuroo’s.

𝗬𝗮𝗺𝗮𝗺𝗼𝘁𝗼- “uh maybe! we should like uh totally try that out! If you uh want to??” he’d be a nervous wreck but you wouldn’t care so you’d grab his face and give him a big SMOOCH he’s not too nervous anymore ;)

𝗟𝗲𝘃- “OOOH!! I WANNA TRY!” “OKAY!!” He grabs you with his lanky ass arms and give you a very sudden kiss like teeth clashing arms awkwardly around the other ya know.

𝗞𝗮𝗶- “if you want your tongue to be purple you can just have some of mine?” “oh okay thanks!” I KNOW HE DRINKS THAT RESPECT WOMEN JUICE!!! he’d just give you some of his and then your tongue would be purple and you’d be a happy (y/n).

𝖲𝖧𝖨𝖱𝖠𝖳𝖮𝖱𝖨𝖹𝖠𝖶𝖠

𝗨𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗷𝗶𝗺𝗮- “hmm i am not sure if that would work but i am willing to help you test that theory” he’s to serious for his own good. You’d grab his shoulders and pull him down to you and give him a deep kiss and as soon as he gets into it HES INTO IT.

𝗧𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗼𝘂- “ooOooOo that doesn’t sound very g rated!” “is that a yes or a no??” he’d crack a teasing grin then BOOM he’s got his arms on either side of your head caging you in. he looks down at you and surprisingly gives you a very soft and gentle kiss. I love him so

𝗦𝗲𝗺𝗶- “seriously?” “would it!?” “why would i care?” ah but he does care and he wants to make out with you but you will never catch him saying that

𝗚𝗼𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗸𝗶- “that would be cool if it did” “wanna see?” “Uhm-uh- yea!” Eager bb would grab your face gently and also give you a big SMOOCH

𝗦𝗵𝗶𝗿𝗮𝗯𝘂- “and why would you do that?” “why not is the real question” he’d just scoff and brush it off.

AOBA JOHSIA

𝗢𝗶𝗸𝗮𝘄𝗮-“are you trying to flirt?~” “no?? i’m trying to make my tongue purple” “well i just so happen to be the one who can make that happen~” you’d grab his chin, kiss him deeply then bite his lip, let’s just say he was very shocked you made the first move. he’s not complaining tho he’d think it’s hot.

𝗜𝘄𝗮𝗶𝘇𝘂𝗺𝗶- “i know what you’re trying to do” “and that is??” “you want to make out with me” “we’ll i mean-” “just get over here” “yes sir” he gets RIGHT to business. he pulls you onto his lap and brushes your hair out of your face and very slowly leans in until his lips are barely brushing against yours then very suddenly he closes the small gap uhm step on me?? right now? please?

𝗠𝗮𝘁𝘀𝘂𝗸𝗮𝘄𝗮- “oh we’d better figure that out then babe” he’d then proceeded to grab you by the shoulders with the hottest biggest smirk on his face and head in TONGUE FIRST like damn someones excited. you can also step on me??

𝗛𝗮𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗶- “come on” “what?” “come on were gonna go figure that out” he’d grab you by the hand and take you somewhere farther away from all the people to answer that question of yours ;) feel free to step on me as well.

𝗞𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗿𝗼- “what did you just say!?” “whaaatt?? hmm? i didn’t— i didn’t say anything?” “tsk” he’d grab the back of your head and SHOVE HIS TONGUE DOWN YOUR THROAT LIKE WOAH NO NEED TO GET AGGRESSIVE.

𝗞𝘂𝗻𝗶𝗺𝗶- “no, I am not going to make out with you” “but purple!!” “no” this boy does NOT CARE. YOU ARE WASTING YOUR TIME WHEN THERE IS IWA.

FUKURODANI

𝗕𝗼𝗸𝘂𝘁𝗼- “HEY HEY HEY!! THATS A GOODD IDEA!!” he would then excitedly kiss you and I’d be actually really cute and sweet.

𝗔𝗸𝗮𝗮𝘀𝗵𝗶- “(y/n)-san?” “yeah?” “i wouldn’t be opposed to trying that.” now this would be romantic you’d look into his eyes and he’d place his hand on the side of your face and lean in to kiss you.

OTHER

𝗧𝗲𝗿𝘂𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗺𝗮- “are you-? OH HELL YEAH!” he pulls you on top of him (oh?) with his hands on your waist and eagerly makes out with you he is a human golden retriever

𝗔𝗼𝗻𝗲- *confused grunt* “like would our tongues turn purple?” “ah” you wouldn’t get any REAL response, you’d just continue to eat your popsicles, he’s too baby

𝗦𝗮𝗸𝘂𝘀𝗮- “you disgust me.” “i know” “i’m seriously disgusted” you’d just sigh knowing your tongue won’t be purple any time soon

That was a lot of fun to write!!! I hope you liked it ;)

Sorry if any are ooc!!

Realize how iwas is the longest >-<

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[passivenovember]

You Look Stupid When You’re Sad.

Steve Harrington smelled of sour patch kids and unbaked cookie dough.

Billy didn't think it was a bad smell, exactly, just weird; intense, heady, and stuck to the walls of his brain. Doughy when the sunlight couldn't dry the track marks of Steve's sweat before nap time, heady when it got into Billy's system and stuck with him like the thrum of his heartbeat.

Wherever Billy went Steve Harrington was there. Like a shadow. A noisy, scrawny, wire-frame glasses wearing shadow that elbowed its way into the chair across from Billy's during lunch and followed him around at recess; three feet behind and always pretending to spot interesting shapes in the clouds when he thought Billy wasn't looking, but.

Billy was always looking.

It was so weird.

Steve was so weird. The way he made bright, happy noises when he was paired with Billy for station time, how he always drug his mat over from the other side of the room to sleep next to Billy when it was time to zonk out after second recess despite knowing that the spot was saved for Barbara, Billy's actual best friend.

She got nightmares and Billy liked to be there to hold her hand while she dreamed but every afternoon, without fail, Steve came wondering over with his lip stuck out in a question.

It was confusing.

Steve was so confusing. The way he hugged his mat to his chest, chin quivering with a little, "Okay. Sorry, Bills." Every time Billy slapped his hand on the carpet and growled that the spot was taken. Occupation, not reserved for pasty-kneed dorks with wire frame glasses, and.

Billy didn't want to make the kid cry, or anything, but he always managed to do just that. Paint himself as a bad guy.

Billy rubbed his forehead as Barb settled in on his left hand side one afternoon after such an altercation, smiling so big her lips disappeared behind the plastic frames of her glasses.

"What's wrong, Stevie?" She asked, and.

Billy tried not to be jealous.

Steve hiccupped, cheeks growing redder by the second. "I wanna nap with you guys but Billy won't let me."

"Hey, that's not--"

"You can sleep with us if you want to. Billy has a really big blanket, maybe he can share with both of us." Barbara looked at him expectantly, like. "Right Billy?"

And it was dumb.

It was so dumb, that they were staring at him with hopeful eyes and Steve's chin was still quivering and Billy didn't want to be the bad guy; he wasn't Mesogog and he didn't want to hurt the kid's feelings, but.

Steve Harrington got under his skin. With his soft hair and big brown eyes, always following Billy around and begging for the space to be made. Billy got clumsy and nervous when Bambi was nearby, and.

The idea of sharing space. Sleeping next to Steve with his chirpy little noises and warm soft hands, it.

Made Billy feel like he was breaking out in itchy red bumps.

No.

He would stick to his guns; the blanket just wasn't big enough for three people. But then, Billy's grumpy brain supplied, Steve could steal Barbara and keep her as his own best friend if Billy didn't let him stay, so. It was time to cut his losses.

"God, you look stupid when you're sad." Billy muttered.

Steve started crying again.

Billy really wished he'd stop that.

"I'm sorry, Billy. I know I'm dumb but I don't mean to be." Steve whimpered. He tucked his mat under his arm and made to get up.

And leave.

As if Billy would let Steve make him look bad in front of everyone, especially Barbara.

"Lay down, dork." Billy grumbled, tugging the blanket up around his shoulders and peeling it back for Steve reluctantly.

Harrington's smile was so bright it could've melted crayons when he settled in close, chirping happily as Billy pulled the blanket around them and tucked in on impulse. The room went dark, Mr. Talamantez reminding them to count butterflies if sleep wouldn't come.

It didn't.

Steve smelled too much like cream and sugar for Billy to get any rest at all.

--

"Whatcha making, Billy?" Steve asked, pink tongue poking out in concentration as he peered over Billy's arm at his art project.

A stack of pink and red construction paper was Billy's favorite thing in the world because it meant endless possibilities. Pink was soft and sweet, red was passionate and cool. Like hot wheels and firetrucks and hearts full of warm oven mitts, so.

He pulled the leaflets from his backpack during circle time and got busy, carefully folding the delicate paper hamburger style and then tracing swirly, dramatic lines for each heart on the page.

Valentines was Billy's most favorite day of the year.

Even more than Christmas, even more than his birthday, and only a little bit more than Halloween because on Valentines? The whole universe was covered in flowers and little tin wrapped chocolates and love hearts were the best thing for a kid to make with scissors.

Billy ignored Steve's tongue, turning his shoulders to the room. "I'm making love hearts."

"For who?"

"None of your beeswax."

"Okay," Steve said happily, grabbing a handful of markers and re-situating himself much closer than Billy would've liked. Steve's Nike's tapped the itsy-bitsy-spider on the rug as he declared, "I'm drawing batman on a surfboard!"

And Billy tossed aside his first ruined Valentine. "Oh cool, I don't remember asking."

"That's okay," Steve giggled. "Sometimes I get motor mouth. My Daddy says it's 'cause I'm a fruit."

"My daddy called me that sometimes before he got sick." Billy turned to glare at him. "That's not a good thing."

"It is to me!" Steve giggled again. He was always doing that. "I like Kiwis. My mommy packed some for lunch and I had them for breakfast. They're yummy in geek yogurt. They make me smile because they have beards!"

Steve cackled like kiwi's having beards was the funniest thing on earth and Billy wondered what there was to be so happy about.

He tried not to smile at Steve's dumb face. "I think you mean Greek yogurt."

"Yeah, probably. If I'm like a kiwi, that's alright, I think." Steve's tongue poked out again. "Surfboards make me think of you." He declared, and.

Steve smelled like toasted chocolate on s'mores, his hands somehow kicking up more of his sugary sweet odor each time he reached for a new piece of paper. Billy didn't know how he was supposed to get anything done when his circle buddy smelled like a chocolate birthday cake.

It was kinda gross.

Billy pulled out a sliver marker and traced Stinky Butt Max on one of the smaller Valentines, remembering to fold down the corners so the sensitive skin on her palms wouldn't get hurt when she inevitably started smacking him it.

The pink Valentine looked more like a chewed up Starburst gummy this way, but. Max wouldn't know the difference.

Steve peered over his shoulder again, cooing softly. Like a baby dove. "That ones pretty, Bills! Is Max your Valentine?"

"Ew," Billy wrinkled his nose like he sometimes did when Max needed a diaper change. "She's my baby sister, don't be an Ick Monster."

"What's an Ick Monster?"

"Somebody who makes weird jokes and says weird things, so." Billy shrugged, scrawling his mothers name on a second love heart. He poked Steve's tummy with his marker. "That's you, I think."

Steve giggled before slapping Billy's hand away, and. Watching him work.

After a while Steve inched closer. "So you don't have a Valentine?" He wondered, and.

Billy didn't understand the question. "Mr. Talamantez said we're all each other's Valentines so nobody feels sad."

"Yeah, but. Everybody has someone they want to smooch on Valentines." Steve started playing with his hair, fingers twisting waves in a sea of brown, like they sometimes did when he was nervous. "Someone they like best-best. Better than all the other kids."

Now it was Billy's turn to giggle. "That's icky."

"Smooching?" Steve's eyes sparkled. "It's fun sometimes."

"Like you've ever kissed anyone."

Steve looked offended. "Have too."

"Have not."

"Have too," Steve pouted, crossing his arms.

Billy began work on a third Valentine. "Who did you kiss?"

"Nancy Wheeler."

Billy snorted, not sure if he wanted to imagine Steve kissing Nancy Wheeler, or. Kissing at all.

Steve's chin started quivering. "You don't believe me?"

"No." Billy said lightly, capping the marker with a sniff.

Kissing was not fun. It was wet and violent and looked like it maybe hurt a little bit, the way he'd seen his mom and Susan kiss when he got up to go potty at night. Billy regarded Steve through easy, narrowed eyes; Steve wasn't the kind of boy who kissed like that.

"How come you're so weird?" Billy wondered.

"I like being weird." Steve said, reaching for a green marker to color in his surfboard. Steve nodded at the small pile of Valentine's strewn on the carpet between them. "You should put the love hearts on foam when you're done."

"I was already gonna do that, genius."

Billy wasn't already going to do that, but he'd eat a centipede before he let Harrington know he came up with a good idea.

"They could be superhero colors!" Steve hollered suddenly. He was so loud all the time. "That way your mommy and sissy can know that you love them because they're cool. Like Aqua-man."

Billy frowned, watching Steve fold his Batman drawing over and over again until it all but disappeared from sight. He leaned back against the wall with an eye roll, shocked out how much Harrington lacked any concept of taste, or.

Shame.

"Aqua-man isn't cool," Billy said. Because Aqua-man wasn't, he was like. The lamest of them all. "His only power is making the bad guys drown, at least the other heroes can punch really hard."

"Punching isn't always the best, though." Steve tucked Batman into the front pocket of his shirt, leaning into Billy's space. "Sometimes punching just makes the bad guys stronger. Like Wilson Fisk."

Billy frowned. "Punching works for Spiderman."

Steve considered this fact, pink tongue poking out from the corner of his mouth again. He thought really hard for a long time, as if Steve didn't have Spiderman socks on everyday at recess when he removed his Nike's to fill them with rocks.

Such a weird guy.

Finally, Steve smiled. "I like water, though. Your eyes are like water. From the fountain in the hallway, and like the lake at camp." Steve pushed his way into Billy's space, frowning with his head cocked to the side like there was more thinking to cross of the list. "You're very pretty, Billy. Like a cloud."

And.

Billy didn't have the words to articulate the way Steve's smell went a little crazy after that, like a bag of powdered sugar had caught fire from a signal light once he realized what he'd said. Billy waited for Steve to take it back, because.

Boys calling other boys pretty wasn't allowed in Mr. Talamantez' classroom, or. Anywhere else.

Steve didn't take it back.

"You wouldn't like Aqua-Man's water, 'cause you'd drown." Billy said, getting back to work on his Valentines if only for a distraction from the way Steve was watching him. "He doesn't control his power very well and sometimes the mean guys get hurt real bad."

Steve kept right on talking. "I wouldn't be a mean guy though," He reasoned, sliding impossibly closer on the alphabet rug. "I'd help him fight crimes. Like Captain Underpants!"

And.

Billy had nothing to say to that, sucked in and drowning by the way Steve's eyes were glittering.

"You're a weird guy, you know?" Billy breathed.

Steve's giggle went right to Billy's tummy, teaching it to do backflips, somehow.

"That's okay." Steve said, reaching back for a fresh piece of paper. "You'll remember me better and maybe you'll ask me to be your Valentine."

Steve's hair fell across his eyes, head bopping along to whatever song he was singing to himself today. His lips glittered like a frosted donut. Like he'd been eating a strawberry ice cream cone instead of confusing all the boys around him.

Maybe you'll ask me to be your Valentine.

Huh.

Billy started work on a new love heart and pretended not to notice.

--

On Tuesday morning Billy woke to the smell of pancakes and fresh squeezed orange juice.

Maxine was already up.

Her long red hair was piled on top of her head in two Princess Leia buns. Susan had put in little heart clips and the pink dress Billy's mommy had made special was already covered in mashed banana and something that looked like magic marker.

She was all ready for Valentines day.

Billy didn't understand why they bothered trying to make her look dainty when Max was more interested in destroying Billy's favorite toys and starting fires.

She sat on the floor of the room they shared together, sucking her thumb and playing with Billy's favorite race car. Her wet, chubby fingers made the blue Camaro shine brightly with spit and Billy felt like his face was burning up.

"Hey," He said, rubbing at his eyes. "Hey, you're getting spit all over my--"

"Race car!"

Max held it out to him triumphantly. Billy frowned, moving to grab it from her chubby little fist. "I know that's my race--"

"It's a blue car," Max said thoughtfully. She looked at him, like, "Blue cars are my favorite."

"It's my favorite too--"

"Can we share?" Max wondered, putting the little wheels on Billy's knee and letting the car zoom back and forth. He imagined that Evel Knievel was in the drivers seat wondering why his car wasn't first in the race.

She looked happy, like always, to be playing with Billy's toys.

He sighed. "Yeah, I guess we can share. It's Valentine's Day."

Max seemed to enjoy that. "I like today!"

"You do?"

"Yup," She said happily, little chubby fingers tangling in Billy's hair because he hadn't brushed it yet. "Candy and sour gummy worms and kisses from cute boys!"

Billy glared. "You're kissing cute boys?"

"Uh-huh!" Max hollered. "Lucas gave me a dandelion."

Billy thought long and hard.

About Valentines Day and all the things that came with it. The pink shirt that hung pressed in his closet, fresh cupcakes with plastic rings, a bag of Scooby-doo Valentines Susan had picked up at the market for all his classmates, homemade love hearts at the bottom of his backpack. Three with red foam, one with a delicate lace doily, and.

Kisses.

Max was getting flowers and kisses from a boy.

From someone special.

Billy took the race car from Max's hand and drove it around, thinking about boys with brown eyes and soft hands.

Maybe you'll ask me to be your Valentine.

"Wanna eat some breakfast, Max?"

"I had 'nanas." She said with a smirk.

Billy hummed, standing to get dressed. "Mama probably made chocolate chip pancakes, you don't wanna eat something special?"

Max's little red eyebrows pinched together. "I can have yours?"

And.

Billy didn't know what was so necessary to her about taking everything that was his. Playing with his toys, sleeping in his pj's, eating his breakfast, it was like Max didn't know how take something and make it her own.

Billy pulled the pink shirt over his head, feeling every bit like a turtle when Max did the same with the collar of her dress.

"You can have my pancakes." Billy concluded, puffing out his chest. "If you'll be my Valentine."

"You don't have a boy to kiss?"

"I might," Billy picked the race car off the ground with a smile. "This is practice for when I see him at school. So, will you be my Valentine?"

She thought about it.

Long and hard, tongue poking out of the corner of her mouth, before nodding with her entire body. "I think he will."

Billy sighed. "Really?"

"If you give him sour gummy worms and smooch his forehead he will," Max said.

And.

Maybe things would turn out okay. Billy nodded, grabbing the race car and driving it across Max's forehead, careful that the little plastic wheels didn't get stuck in her hair.

--

From the stucco ceiling of the classroom beautiful strands of silver and gold hearts painted a mirage of stars.

All the desks had a rose and a cardboard mailbox intended for the delivery of Valentines and at the center of the room a table filled with cupcakes and strawberry Capri-sun packets. Preparation for the party this afternoon, and.

Mr. Talamantez had turned their space into a glittering, perfect fairytale.

Billy hugged his basket of Valentines close to his chest and tried not to search for Steve before dropping his backpack at the cubby station.

He was right in the middle of tugging his special sweater down over his head when Barbara scooted in next to him, pretty in a little pink jumpsuit.

She handed him a tiny, delicate giftbag full of chocolate hearts and dinosaur erasers, smiling from ear to ear as Billy hugged her nice and tight before handing off something he had made special. A tiny paper crane his mommy helped him fold, and a bunch of rainbow goldfish sat nestled in a basket of paper Mache.

They were her favorite snack in the whole world and Barbara was Billy's favorite person, so it seemed fitting.

She hugged him and Billy smiled, peering around the room for a head of wavy brown hair. "We could share our presents with Steve," He muttered, like. It wasn't a big deal or anything. Billy tugged on the sleeves of his red sweater and tried to stay cool. "Where is he?"

Barbara pointed to the book shelves.

Steve was sat under a string of twinkly lights, shoulders tucked against the pillows Mr. Talamantez set aside for circle time. His face was buried in the crook of his elbow, and.

He was crying.

Of course he was crying.

Billy felt the Valentine in his pocket grow heavy.

Barbara said, "Steve broke his glasses, maybe you could make him smile?"

And.

Billy wanted to do that. Longed to make Steve giggle and chirp with happiness like the annoying little Meadowlark he seemed be. It would be so easy to. Walk over there, tap Steve's shoulder, and say the words.

Pose the question.

Will you be my Valentine?

Steve was making huffy, nervous little noises when Billy came to a stop beside him.

"Hey Harrington, playing with all your friends?" Billy sneered, confident that Steve would giggle like he was did, but.

When he finally turned around his face was red and puffy. As if he'd been crying all morning and all night, too.

"What do you want, Billy?" Steve whispered.

He sounded sleepy. Spread thin, like the last spoonful of jam on burned toast.

"What's wrong?" Billy asked carefully. "What happened?"

Steve sat and rubbed at his eyes, chin wobbling as more tears spilled over. "My daddy broke my glasses." He whispered.

And Billy hated it.

He always hated when Steve cried but today. Right now, he.

Felt like he had to do something about it.

Billy took the love heart from his pocket and sat down next to Steve, cuddling back into the pillows until their shoulders were touching. It took all of five seconds for Steve to settle in next to him. Roll his head back against the wall until he was looking at Billy with a question in his eyes.

Steve looked at Billy's shoulder and back up at his face, like.

"Can I--"

"Come here, stupid." Billy grumbled, Pulling Steve in until they were cuddling on the pillows.

Steve chirped. It wasn't his usual sound, light and airy, it was.

Thick.

And heavy.

Like a blanket sopped with rain water. Steve buried his face in Billy's neck. "I don't have any Valentines to give this year."

"That's okay."

"I made something special for you," Steve whispered, pulling back to study Billy's face. "I know Mr. Talamantez said we weren't supposed to, but--"

"Will you be my Valentine?" Billy's stupid mouth said.

Steve blinked at him, and.

Billy wanted to hide in the bathroom for thousand years.

Steve pulled away to sit crisscross-applesauce. Facing Billy, like this was something important. "Huh?"

Billy mirrored him, tucking his hands away so they wouldn't shake when he held out the love heart.

It was pink. Big and bright and outlined with a white doily that Susan helped him glue around the edges. Billy had dug through Max's box of stickers for the one with Winne the Pooh, the one he'd been saving for someone special. Winnie was covered in tiny valentines, eating right out of a jar of honey with a butterfly sitting on his nose, and.

Billy had thought it was perfect.

He worked for hours on the font. The saying that made his mommy laugh when he read it to her; you're bear-y sweet. Be my Valentine.

Steve took the love heart in his hands, and.

Didn't say anything.

Billy frowned. "I just. Remember you asked me to be your Valentine, or. For you to be mine. And--" His hands were shaking again. "It's stupid. God, this is--"

Steve leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek.

It was gentle. Like the brush of butterfly wings, barely there and then gone before Billy had a chance to really register the movement, or. Think about what it could mean.

Steve wasn't crying anymore when he said, "I'll be your Valentine."

Billy's brain took a minute to catch up. "Huh?"

"I'll be your Valentine, Billy." Steve giggled, staring down at the love heart once more. "This is so cute. I loved Winnie the Pooh when I was a baby. My mom always put me in footie pajamas that had Eeyore on them. And tinker bell too, sometimes. You could've put the Red power ranger on there instead. He's my favorite--"

Billy sat back against the pillows.

He was learning that Steve Harrington was weird.

Like a puzzle with one piece missing, or. An empty tube of bubble mix. Steve was colorful and loud and all over the place with opinions. He shined bright and loved hard, and.

Sometimes it was best to sit back and listen.

--

Happy Valentines Day!!

I really just sat down and wrote this. Wow. Anyway--thank you for reading and supporting my work. Your comments and endless kindness keep me going when I don't always feel like trucking on, and I wanted to do something to remind you that if this was an elementary school classroom I would give you so many lollipops.