#it just might've been nice to find out from their mouths and not someone else

[bitchkay]

whys it always a white girl... :((

[ohbo-ohno]

I love your work!! Congrats on 1k followers- your fics are amazing💙💙 May I request ‘country house’ and ‘something isn’t right about (setting). Something is off.’ ? Maybe with Price x reader please? (-:

1k game here - no more please!

i have an unreasonably difficult time thinking of a "something's off" for these prompts. but we write on nonetheless!

1.1k of price being your young daughter's "imaginary" friend. fair warning, this one doesn't have an actual price appearance, it's mostly just vibes. (cw for implied stalking/haunting, no smut!)

The big country house is your dream home.

It had come when you most needed it - your sister had finally gotten tired of letting you and your five year old couch surf and kicked you out with no warning, leaving you with only your car to live in and no prospects.

You'd been driving through a tiny town, only even heard about the house because of a kind waitress who took pity on you when you told her about your situation. She introduced you to her younger sister, a local realtor who'd recently marked down a nice family home to practically nothing because she couldn't get it to sell.

It had seemed too good to be true, honestly. The house is a grand thing - two stories, a wraparound porch, relatively new appliances. The price you paid - you negotiated down - was practically pennies.

But you don't have the privilege of questioning your blessings with a little one relying on you. So you tell yourself that this is just good karma, and you get yourself moved into the home as quickly as possible.

It's weeks later, from that same waitress, that you learn why the house was so cheap. Apparently a local man had been murdered there only a few months ago - a robbery gone wrong, if your source is to be believed, and an apparently very violent death for the poor man living there alone.

It certainly changes the way you feel in the house, knowing that something so horrible happened less than a year ago. The house still feels the same, but you look at it with the knowledge of who might've been there before.

You're... well, you're very lonely these days. You work long hours at home, holed up in your home office, responding to emails and sitting on calls all day. You only really leave to drop off your daughter and to pick her up, or if she wants to go somewhere in the city. If it were up to you, you'd never leave your new property.

And the house isn't small - you've never lived in a multiple story house, let alone one with no one else there. You can never fully shake the paranoia that someone else could be in the house with you, and you'd never know.

You remind yourself that you need to get a dog as soon as you can afford one, and try to wipe the nervousness from your mind.

When summer hits, you and your daughter spend most of your days at home. The house came with quite a bit of land, more than enough for a little five year old to amuse herself with on a nice summer day. You find that you enjoy sitting on the back porch with a cool drink and a book, keeping one eye on the story and another on your daughter while she plays with her dolls.

She doesn't have many friends. You'd worry, but she's always been a happy girl, and she doesn't seem to have any sort of social issues. You don't have the money to get her to a doctor, so you comfort yourself with the idea that she's just a shy child.

So you spend your summer, just the two of you. You spend an almost regrettable amount of time in your office with the door open so you can hear if something goes wrong, but you watch the small nest-egg grow in your bank account, and you tell yourself you'll make it up to your little girl by spoiling her later.

You only start to grow truly concerned about midway through the summer, when your daughter comes to you and tells you about an imaginary friend.

"John says we should play outside today," she says over breakfast one morning, casual as can be between mouthfuls of pancake.

"What's that, honey?" You ask, only half paying attention as you mix another batch.

"John wants to go outside. He's says it's a nice day. He doesn't like that you stay inside so much."

That makes you pause, turning to look over at your daughter. She's never known a John in her life. You have no idea where this is coming from.

"Who's John, sweetheart?"

"My friend," she replies, swinging her legs above the floor, happy as can be. "He was here first. We play together when you're workin'."

You blink at her a little dumbly. You know, logically, that John must be an imaginary friend - someone her little five year old mind has conjured in all her hours alone in the big house. But still, your simmering paranoia about there being someone else in the house spikes.

"Have I ever met John, honey?"

"Nuh-uh," she giggles a little, looking at you with an expression that says silly mommy. "John's not really there, mommy. That's why I gotta take everything outside."

You nod a little, your worry assuaged. It's just an imaginary friend - a perfectly normal kid thing.

"Well," you hum, turning to the skillet to start on your own pancakes. "I wouldn't mind working on the porch today, baby. You and John can play outside all you want."

It should be just that. It is just that.

Except... the idea of an imaginary friend eats at you.

As the pieces start connecting you tell yourself that you've spent too much time alone in this big old house. You tell yourself you need to get out, to find communities for both you and your baby to get involved with.

But the dots still connect.

You think of all the times you've heard your daughter start crying in the middle of the night, only for her to be giggling by the time you get to her room. You think of the night you were sure you left the stove on (you'd planned to make brownies, but gotten distracted while the oven preheated) only to find it completely turned off when you rushed downstars.

You think of the full conversations your sweet baby girl tells about John. She tells you he's tall, with a big beard, and a funny hat. She says he's got a nice voice and soft hands. She says he tells her bedtime stories, and that he has a funny accent.

You sit on the porch one night, and the back door opens behind you. Instead of the sound of small feet pattering towards you, there's silence. The door closes another moment later.

Your daughter tells you that John thinks you should spend more time with them - not her, with them.

The bed is made one day when you're sure you hadn't bothered in the morning. You'd been overwhelmed with work, had been too stressed to bother tucking in your comforter. When you go to bed that night, it's perfectly made with almost military precision.

You watch from the porch as your daughter giggles with her doll, dancing the little toy through the air and talking to nothing. You blow a cool breath over your mug, and tell yourself there's nothing there.

That night, there's a spot of warmth in your bed when you lay down to sleep.

[pianocat939]

Hi hope it’s not to late to request some rise content ! Could I please request Yandere platonic rivals between Splinter vs big mama HCs fighting over the reader who was an old friend of theirs (that one episode when Splinter first meets big mama in his movies star days) before she/their moved away only to return years later ? Only if you want to of course 💗

Y'know that joke where Baron Draxum and Splinter are a divorced couple? Well this is literally it except it's Big mama and Splinter lmaooo

I made this comedic, but I think the rivalry point still stands

Tw: Honestly this is just funny shit, minor brit slander, mentions of manipulation, MC lowkey feels kinda hopeless, mentions of past depression

Brits in a Pub

"Yeah and this really nice person close to the manhole, next to Big Mama's hotel, fed us some pizza!" Mikey cheered, clapping his hands together.

Splinter showing some interest replies, "Seems like you had fun, boys." His body sags on the recliner chair, like a potato on a pile of dirt.

"Oh, and they apparently moved back to New York City to see their old friends, Lou Jitsu and his girlfriend." Donatello adds, scrolling through media on his phone.

The lair goes silent as if provoked by Donnie's comment.

The purple-masked mutant looks up from his device, confused. "What? I thought dad might've known who th-"

"Y/N!" Splinter yells, bouncing up from his chair. He rushes forward to Donatello, gripping the turtle's shoulders. "Where did you find this 'person'?!"

"Um dad, Mikey already told you."

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Big Mama sits at the very top stand of the Battle Nexus arena, looking down below. "Ooh, I think is going to be a very interesting fight~" She grins, showing off her fangs.

"My lady, we've received a message from an unknown sender. It was addressed to you." A staff member walks in, holding a laptop open. "The sender goes by the name Y/n."

Big Mama whips her head, all six of her ruby eyes glowing with joy. "Y/n? Why I haven't seen them in years!" She scurries over, a pair of arms taking the laptop.

An e-mail is present on the screen, stating:

'Hey, Big Mama. I know I moved away a long time ago, and we haven't spoken since, but I moved back and I was hoping we could catch up sometime. I heard you're a grand hotel owner now so if you're free, you could pick us a place to eat. After all, you probably New York City better than me now.

(Yes I know you're not human)

Your friend, Y/n'

Big Mama slams the laptop shut, her arms wiggling in excitement. "We need to make a reservation at the finest restaurant in the hotel! Oh and make sure it's a private room, I want no distractions!"

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The Hamato family stands in front of Y/n's house, the late night sky hiding their identity.

"I'm sorry, you and Big Mama accused each other for the reason this Y/n person left?" Leo moves an eyebrow muscle, confusion apprent on his face.

"Well I say it's her fault but yes, we did." Splinter answers maliciously, arms crossed over his chest.

Mikey, as if offended, dramatically puts a hand on his chest, mouth agape. "Dad you shouldn't be saying things like that! Maybe they just wanted to get away from New York City."

"Yeah, it is kinda tight and smoggy here." Raph adds, staring up at the house before him.

"What can we say? New York, what a town~" Donnie wiggles his fingers and spreads his hands apart, like raining glitter over a piece of paper.

Before Splinter can reply, the group notices two of Big Mama's servants open a door for someone, seemingly welcoming a VIP.

"Hey, it's the pizza giver!" Mikey points out, realizing the identity of the mysterious person before anyone else.

"Blue, quick! Open a portal!" Splinter commands his son, a new energy rushing through his old and small body.

Leo holds his Ōdachi out, slicing an electric blue portal. "On it dad!"

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"Hello darling! It's been so many years~" Big Mama hugs Y/n, her human form miniscule compared to her yokai form. The other hugs back, smiling.

When they pull away Y/n scratches their head, chuckling nervously, "Yeah it is. It's weird but good to be back in New York." They freeze before asking themselves, "I never told you why I moved away did I?"

The silver-haired lady shakes her head, her the frames of her glasses gleaming in the light.

"Well I moved away because I got a new job, and also 'cause I felt like I was invading your relationship." They frown a little, glancing away from her view.

Shocked, Big Mama questions, "Invading? How so?"

"I was always with you guys and you kept fighting for my attention so I thought I was ruining your relationship."

Ruin? No certainly not. If anything, the reason she was blinded to force Lou Jitsu to fight for the Battle Nexus was because her beloved friend left.

"The depression both me and Lou got after you left was horrible, we were so heartbroken."

"Speaking of Lou, where is he?"

"Um, we split up, and then he was transformed into a rat mutant."

"I-"

"But, enough of that, we have much to catch up on!"

She leads them to the private area, an unchanging grin on plastered on her face.

——————————————————

On the side of a doorway, the five mutants discreetly hide, trying to get into the restaurant Big Mama and Y/n currently reside in. "Sneak in, boys. Sneak in." Splinter whispers, his snout scrunched up.

"We almost have the perfect angle, only seven more seconds until we can infiltrate and hide." Donnie confirms, his goggles shading his eyes.

"6."

"5."

"4."

"3."

"2."

"1-!"

The ninja glide in, finding different items to shield themselves.

"This is an order for Big Mama herself, don't fuck it up mate." A chef states, handing the plates of food to a waiter.

"After it!"

They tail along, awkwardly tracing the same route as the waiter. When they arrive they stop right outside the door, back in a similar position from before. As the waiter leaves, they slip in before the door shuts.

Inside Big Mama and Y/n are chatting up a storm, like all those years ago. "So I was hiring this new broadcaster the other day and-"

"BIG MAMA YOU LIAR!" Splinter screams, his short height towered by the table. The turtles stand behind him, looking at each other to know what to do.

Y/n stares back, holding a glass in their hand, "Lou?"

"Oh why isn't it my little snuggle muffin! And his sons." Big Mama claims in a cheerful tone, but drops it at 'his sons'. She walks up to them, hands at her hips. "I am not a liar, Lou. You're just judgemental."

"No! You are the reason that Y/n left. You manipulated them into hating me!"

"No. Darling you scared them off with your dreams of becoming even more famous than you already were."

"Guys can't we just sit down and enjoy the-"

"Then explain why they didn't tell me why they left!"

"Hey, I-"

"Shush, you little rat!"

"Says you spider Mama!"

While the ex-lovers argue the brother head over to the table, reaching for the food.

Raph asks for permission, "Hey can we have this? Since they're arguing and all?"

"Yeah. There's plenty of untouched food here." They push a few plates forward to them, sighing in defeat.

"Don't mind if I do, haha!"

"Thanks!"

"If it satisfies my specific palate then yes."

The boys munch on the food, giggling occasionally. Meanwhile Y/n holds their head in defeat, not enjoying the situation. "Looks like it hasn't improved since I left. It's like they were raised in a pub full of Brits..."

(No I am not guilty for Brit slander. You know who you are.)

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I'm so proud of myself. I got this done in 2 hours. Which is a record for me.

I know the ending is comedic but I really went for the rivalry part more than anything.

Also one thing, why are people suddenly saying my writing style is good??? Like, did I make people worry or something?

- Celina

[im-not-a-l0ser]

❓I had to learn how to get up the emoji menu for this ask....

This one was the first to come to mind, but if someone else sends one in, I also have a second one, because I was stuck between the two for a minute.

Anyway, if you read r/trueoffmychest, you might've been confused by Max and Richie's living situation, and this is the story that was for that.

TW for abuse stuff, domestic and sexual.

Max left his bedroom to get some water. Another nightmare staring his mom and some weird fuckin things that he couldn’t name the origins of. 

It helped to get something to drink. Get out of his room. Get out of his head. 

When he got downstairs, the living room light was already on. That was weird. Even when his dad stayed up to these hours, it was just the TV that’d stay on. 

He detoured a bit to turn the light off. That was until he saw a figure. 

“Intruder!” Max yelled, lurching for an attack, but the ‘intruder’ showed his face. “Mark Chasity? What are you doing here?” 

“I am certainly not robbing you, I promise,” He said. His voice was shaky. “And you won’t have to worry about seeing me ever again, so-” He stopped speaking, his voice cracking. “M-My apologies.”

“Whoa, dude,” Max said, guiding him to the couch he was already standing near. “Are you good?”

“No,” He said. “But that, that’s none of your concern.”

“Uh, there’s a crying middle-age man in my house. I think it is my concern. What are you doing here anyway?”

“I…” Mark looked down at his knees. “I don’t think you want to know much about your father’s personal life.” Max huffed a small, sad laugh.

“Are you kidding?” He said, “Not that I would prefer he overshared, but it’d be nice to know some shit! I don’t even know where he works.” He looked down too. “It’s like living with a stranger.” He said that last part quietly. 

“Sadly, that doesn’t surprise me,” Mark remarked. “I… doubt you know anything about his love life either then.” Max shrugged. 

“Just that he’ll kick me out during the day if he’s having a woman over.” Mark paled. “Why? He sleep with your wife or something?”

“Or something, I suppose,” Mark muttered. “You see, uh. Your father and I have been… meeting up for quite some time. To uh. Treat me like one of those women, I suppose.” He sounded so ashamed, probably glad he couldn’t see the look on Max’s face.

Not that it was shameful or disgusted, no. It was anger. 

“Excuse me?” Max exclaimed before putting his voice back down. “That asshold has called me a fucking fag and a queer, meanwhile he’s out sucking salami?”

“Oh, your father would never do that,” Mark gritted. “No, your father, um. I’m not sure how to phrase this to you. He’s not a very giving person,” He said, cringing. “In that way. Serviceable.” Max scoffed.

“Downright disrespectful,” He said, crossing his arms. “It’s a two way street, dude!” 

“You… are reacting quite oddly to hearing about your father having gay… relations with a married man.” Max shrugged and sighed. 

“It’s like I said. Basically a stranger.” 

“I see,” Mark said. “I will still refrain from being crass,” He declared. Max bit back his snicker into just a huff of laughter from his nose. “He and I have been doing this for months now. And it took me far too long that he is an awful man, and I… I may deserve better. Which is saying something considering I’m betraying my faith for all of this.”

“Augh, fuck that shit anyway,” Max said. “Dude, giving up faith to be happy is the best thing you can do for yourself.”

“I suppose,” Mark muttered, not quite agreeing. “Either way, tonight he said some rather rude things, about me and my family, and women as a whole, which as a father of four daughters, I find quite appalling!” He told passionately. He froze. “And then he hurt me. Well, not exactly then. Throughout the night, he was just disrespecting my body and my wishes, but. This is the worst it’s been.”

“Yeah,” Max said. He huffed another laugh, from his mouth this time. He lifted his t-shirt, showing the dark bruising on his ribs. “Got yourself one of these, huh?” He asked, as if it was funny. As if it were so normal that it was just something that everyone would go through, that everyone went through, that everyone knew the feeling of. 

Mark stared with wide eyes. 

“Max, did your… did your father do that to you?” He asked. Max put his shirt down.

“Uh. Yeah.”

“Why?” Max shrugged.

“Y’know, I don’t remember for this one. Probably was walking around the house with my shoes on again,” He laughed. He stopped when he saw Mark’s pained expression. 

“Max, you. You need to leave this house. Your father is dangerous,” He said. “You deserve better than this.” Max laughed again, weak and disbelieving. 

“Nah, man,” He said. “I’m a fuckin asshole. I don’t deserve shit. I mean this—” He motioned to his torso, where the bruise was “—sure, I deserve that, but. Not much else. I’m right were I deserve.”

“Max,” Mark said, clutching Max’s arms gently, in case he’d been hurt there too. “If you think I deserve better, a man who for all you know is cheating on his wife and having sex with another man, then you definitely deserve better.” He removed his hands from Max’s arms. “And I’m willing to bet the only reason you’re so awful is because of your father. He’s… He’s the worst man I’ve ever met. And I’ve met many, many bad men.” Max swallowed. 

“I,” His voice cracked. “I gotta graduate first, dude,” He said. “Dad’d never let me leave without graduating.”

“Alright then,” Mark said. Max let out a sigh of relief, thinking he’d given up on this whole thing. “After you graduate. You leave.” 

“I have nowhere to go—”

“You do now, yes,” He said. “I have this little house on the other side of town. It’s just a simple two bedroom, one bath— it’s nothing special. But I own it, so there’s no rent or mortgage. It’s just utilities, and I can pay for that for the first couple months while you get on your feet.”

“I can’t possibly—”

“All of my kids did the same,” Mark said. “They moved there to gain their independence, get through college. Then they’d find their own place… somewhere else. I-I’m sure Gracey will be staying home for a few years. You can stay there. Max, I insist that you stay there. Please.”

“Mark,” Max said. “I’m not your kid.”

“Well,” Mark said. “You certainly deserve a better father than the one you have.” He swallowed. “I’ll get you a copy of the key. You can visit, see if you like the place, I suppose. You can go there to get away from here if you’d like. I’ll have Gracey deliver it to you. And if you decide you’re sure you don’t want to live there after you graduate, then fine. I’ll… I’ll stand down.”

Max stared at Mark for a moment, taking in how genuine and worried he looked. 

“Okay,” He croaked.

There was a pause.

“Augh, wait, you and my dad have been boning?! Gross, I used to like your daughter!” 

“Yes, imagine my surprise when I learned that as well,” Mark said with a shaky laugh. “I’ve really got to go though. And you should too. I’m sure you’ve got something going on tomorrow.” He did. Mark stood up. “Sleep well, Max,” He said before quietly leaving out the front door. Max locked it behind him. 

He watched from the window Mark pulling out of their driveway and driving away until his car was out of sight. He swallowed and headed back to his bedroom. 

[wisteriasymphony]

Blue Blood AU - The Bakery

It was one of those April mornings that still seemed like winter. The world was still lingering on to its death-like sleep, and the primroses and peonies planted outside the Dupain-Cheng Bakery were still taking their time to bloom. And in the air, it had felt like it recently rained when it really hadn't. Maybe it was the grayness of the sky that made Marinette think such a thing.

The next customer to enter was a regular—Adrien was his name. He'd often come in once a week just to buy fresh bread, then mostly to talk, though Marinette was hesitant to call him a 'friend'. It was entirely because of her own doubts, and nothing to do with him. Adrien was very courteous and respectful, and when her father joked about the two marrying Marinette would never react with irritation. She was charmed by Adrien, but that was it—just charmed. She worried there was a hollowness to it.

When Adrien entered, a gust of wind seemed to follow behind him, one so cold it might've threatened to cover the tile floor in a layer of thin frost. He smiled warmly at Marinette, leading in another person by the hand—a young woman that stood about head shorter than him, endomorphic and soft like a bruised pear.

"Lovely morning, isn't it?" he beamed. "Hello Monsieur Dupain, Hello Marinette." And then he quickly dived into conversation with her father, asking about the day's batch of bread and pastries and taking an interest in the sweets in a way that he hadn't in any of his previous visits.

Marinette looked over to the tanned young woman beside him, her eyes scanning over every bandage and bruise on her arms and shoulders. That alone didn't mean anything—Marinette knew how often stupid injuries could happen, she'd known reckless people and she was particularly clumsy herself—but Marinette could also just look at her and tell that something was wrong. The young woman constantly looked on edge, never speaking, barely breathing, and she flinched when Adrien raised his hand while making small talk with Marinette's father.

She crept closer to where the young woman was standing, leaning over the display counter. When the woman noticed her, Marinette simply mouthed the words:

"Are you okay?"

The young woman didn't seem to understand it at first—She was surprised that someone found her worth speaking to, yes, but then she knit her brows together and squinted at Marinette. So, Marinette repeated herself, speaking as silently as possible.

"Are you okay?"

The young woman's face fell. Marinette wasn't sure what she was so scared about—She only wanted to help, after all. Then Marinette had this horrible thought that whatever was being done to this young woman was so incredibly bad that she didn't find herself worthy of help, or that any gesture of kindness was seen as someone new trying to abuse her. Marinette took out a slip of paper and a pen from her apron—She'd have the young woman write her name down, maybe even Adrien's full name, and then Marinette would file a report. There was really nothing else she could do unless she found out more, but Marinette couldn't let these two customers leave without doing something.

Another hand took the pen and paper.

When Marinette looked back into Adrien's eyes, she had never seen such an intense desire to kill. Not just kill—Murder. Every other time he'd visited, Adrien had been so kind and nice and even occasionally flirtatious with Marinette, and yet now it looked like Adrien wanted to do nothing more than lunge at her over the counter and slam her head into the tile until everything poured out of her broken skull. His eye twitched—Marinette stepped back. Even if there were three counters between them, it would've still felt too close.

Adrien laced his arm around the young woman's waist, took the baked goods he'd purchased, and hurriedly left the bakery.

For the next three days, the stare Adrien had given her was all Marinette would be able to think about. Morning, noon, and night. While baking, while running errands, as soon as she woke up and right before she fell asleep. It had been so cold, so hate-filled, and now the flickering image of it would haunt her day and night, because it was a promise for revenge (What did he even need revenge for?) that had not yet been settled. Every room would now feel laced with bear traps, and every dark corner would need a light shone into it in case a presence lurked there.

But she couldn't just let this pass, danger or not—What had her mother always said she was? An everyday.... "ladybug". Her mother had always loved ladybugs and the meanings they carried. Sabine said that ladybugs were a sign from God that there was always help, always hope. Marinette needed to be that young woman's ladybug.

[ancientdrm]

i'll be with you — PRINCE TOYA X KNIGHT AKITO

Honestly, all of the royals were all incredibly kind to him. Whether they were talking out of face or out of genuine interest, Toya did enjoy his time with the people he was introduced to.

But he really wasn't interested in any of them. Not in that way. He thought they were all nice, but he'd never willingly marry an of them. Toya couldn't find himself liking any of the princesses he was shown romantically, because...

"Oi." Akito flicked the prince's forehead, pulling him out of his thoughts.

———

A couple days have passed since the celebration of Aoyagi Toya's birthday.

Toya watched as the stars twinkled in the sky. Listened to the sounds of nature—the wind blowing between the trees, the river rushing down the stream, the crickets chirping from wherever they might be—anything that could calm his panicked mind.

May 25 has now passed. His family had given him such a big celebration for a such special age. They had invited many lords and princesses and other royals to the event, most were from powerful kingdoms that Toya didn't bother reading about.

Twenty-one. Toya Aoyagi, the crown prince of their kingdom, had just turned twenty-one.

It meant... It meant that....

"Prince Aoyagi? What are you doing here?"

At the sound of someone's voice, Toya flinched so intensly from his spot on the ground he might've ended up flying away. He quickly turned to the direction where the sound had come from. Who could've found him-?

"Oh."

The one who had found him wasn't just anyone. With his armour shining in the moonlight, Akito Shinonome—second-in-command of the castle guards, as well as being Toya's personal knight—stood before the prince.

"Akito... How did you realise I'd be here?"

"Gut feeling." Was all he said.

Akito walked closer, before plopping himself down on the space right beside Toya. His armor making light clanking noises as he did so. Somehow, just seeing the knight in front of him made every other noise in the night disappear. As if Akito had commanded everything to go silent by his presence.

(That's stupid, Toya knows. It's just his mind focusing on something else. Something more important than what the forest had to offer.)

"So," Akito began, leaning back against the wall behind them. He was looking at Toya from the corner of his eye. "What's got you down?"

"...Huh?"

"Don't play dumb." Akito turned his head towards the other. His brows were tight-knit, and his mouth was formed into a small frown. To anyone else, it might've been a rather intimidating expression. But Toya found it cute.

What?

"You haven't been looking good for the past couple of days. Also, the fact that you're here in the first place says something. You don't go here unless you have some big issue in that head of yours."

A small smile spread across Toya's face. Akito really knew him too well sometimes. But just as quickly as it came, his smile faded. His focus shifting back on to the looming darkness in front of them.

Akito didn't pester or push. He simply sat quietly beside Toya, waiting for a response. They sat and stared at nothing in particular.

One beat, two beats passed before Toya finally spoke.

"My birthday happened recently," He said.

He could tell Akito was a bit confused. Shouldn't a birthday be a good thing? was probably what he was thinking.

"During the party... My parents had invited many princesses. Introduced them to me, one-by-one."

"Ah." The knight caught on to what Toya was saying.

The prince hummed a low note. He gathered his knees up to his chest, his expression tightening as he continued.

"I could tell. I could tell just from their faces. They weren't just introducing those royals to me out of courtesy. They were looking at me. He was looking at me.

"'Pay attention,'" Toya deepened his voice in an imitation of his father. It bothered him, how easy comes to him. "'You'll be marrying one of these girls soon enough.'"

A shiver went down his spine just from repeating the message the king was sending him. It's not that any of the princesses he had met were bad or terrible. In fact, Azusawa was sweet and he's familiar with Asahina. Not to mention, Shiraishi was amongst the people "introduced", and he'd known her since their childhood.

Honestly, they were all incredibly kind to him, of all people. Whether they were talking out of face or out of genuine interest, Toya did enjoy his time with the people he was introduced to.

But he really wasn't interested in any of them. Not in that way. He thought they were all nice, but he'd never willingly marry any of them. Toya couldn't find himself liking any of the princesses he was shown romantically, because...

"Oi." Akito flicked the prince's forehead, pulling him out of his thoughts. Toya put his hands on the spot Akito flicked, a small flush spreading across his face. He gave the other a confused, and perhaps slightly annoyed, look.

The knight looked even more worried. "Stay with me, Toya," He said, bringing his hand down and instead held onto the prince's arm. If it were any brighter, Akito would've seen how much deeper Toya's blush got.

"Apologies."

"Don't worry about it."

The two fell silent again. Akito's hand still lingered on the other's arm. It felt like there was static in the same spot. It made Toya want to pull away from the touch, yet also get closer.

Maybe it was the late-night leading his next actions, but the prince leaned onto Akito's shoulder. His head laying comfortably in the crook of his neck.

The knight had noticeably tensed up, making Toya worry. Was that too much? Had he overstepped a boundary?? They do usually stay close to eachother, proximity wasn't usually an issue. But somehow this felt more intimate than all the times before.

Right as the prince was about to pull away and profusely apologise, Akito had relaxed himself. Not only that, but he wrapped his hands around him: one brushing Toya's hair, and the other on his back.

Wasn't this even more intimate than earlier!?

"I can't say I know what you're going through. Hell, I can't even wrap my head around the idea of marrying other than love."

Akito continued brushing Toya's hair. He was certain that the knight could feel how hot his face was right now. Toya tried to calm his breathing down, listening to Akito's voice as he continued speaking.

"But what I do know is, no matter what you do, and no matter what happens... I'll stay with you through and through. Got it?" He leaned closer to Toya, if that was even possible.

"I promised- I swore on my life that day. I would be with you until the day I die.

"You won't be alone. I'll make sure of it."

Toya tightened his grip on Akito. Maybe focusing on the voice now was also a mistake. Despite the cool air, it felt so warm in Akito's arms. Oh, how he wished he could stay there forever.

But he knew. He knew he couldn't. "Even if I devote my life to another person, you'd still stay?"

"Of course."

"Even if I talked back to my father, Even if I'm kicked out or- or exiled. You'd...?"

"No matter what happens."

Hah... Toya really didn't deserve Akito. He's way too nice to him.

"...You don't have to 'deserve' care, Toya. It's not something you earn that way."

"Oh," Toya mumbled in shock. Seems he said that out loud. He heard Akito sigh, before pushing Toya away from him. Still holding onto the crown prince by the arms.

"You better keep that in your head. I'll repeat it as much as I have to," Akito said, looking straight at Toya's eyes. "As long as you'll have me, I'll stay with you."

"And if I wanted that to be for forever?"

Akito smiled. "Then so be it."

His smile was always so charming, imperfectly perfect. His dimples would show, and his eyes would squint to the point of looking like they were closed.

Toya smiled back. Not his strained smile that he uses in public, but the one he reserves for the other. An improper and lopsided smile, one that showed his teeth.

They both giggled. Akito then stood up, letting go of Toya briefly, before extending his hand out to the other. The crown prince quickly took the offer, being lifted up to stand.

"Let's go back now? It's much past your bedtime, Your Highness," Akito teased lightly.

Toya didn't want to go back.

He knew, the moment that just happened would shatter the moment he entered the castle walls.

He knew that the future waiting for him... wouldn't be a happy one.

And even if Akito would stay by his side, it was just because of duty. Akito only cared for Toya because it was his appointed job as the crown prince's knight.

"Let's go."

Even though Akito promised, Toya knew. Their life would never be the way he wants it to be.

[thetruearchmagos]

Writer Positivity Tag

Thank you kindly for the Tag, @sleepyowlwrites , I decided to take it up!

What motivates you to write?

Well, part of it's the history of it all. It feels nice to think of how many thousands of people across time have been somehow involved in the business of the written word, and I feel that what I do is in some way an homage to that long legacy. One that carries a personal, and so unique, touch.

A line/short snippet of your writing that you are most proud/happy of. If not, maybe share a line of someone else's work you love (just please credit them):

Uhh... haven't actually had the time to write much beyond fanfic these past few days! Here's one odd blurb I've thought over recently though:

The view from L'Orchidee was panoramic. From twenty five storeys up, it cast its gaze across the bay, whose surface glimmered in the last light of a setting sun. Those who passed through its doors would find nothing less than the best Cagnan could offer, serenaded that night by a full string ensemble striking up a tune. As it was, the only thing Captain Castex could hear was the sound of chewing. "Ahh, yes..." Colonel Francois Moreau, sitting opposite him, rose from his steak with a satisfied sigh, dabbing his mouth with a by now quite stained cloth. Of course, the gaze and shark's smile he cast at the Captain shot down any humour Castex might've been tempted to find in the display. "And you, Capitaine? I hope it is the company that is not to your taste, Chef LaCroix's talents are simply beyond reproach!" Castex's soup was long cold, half finished and currently untouched. A single scrap of bread circled on its surface, which Castex thought of as a kindred spirit. "Both are much appreciated, sir. I only wonder why it is me who you've chosen to share both with. Colonel, again I must---" "Enjoy myself, I hope you were about to say. And why shouldn't you? Tell me, how many months has it been since you last took leave, hmm? Six, Castex recalled, but did not say.

It'll be a while before I get to work on it, bit passes the bar of 'existing' I suppose.

Which OC makes you smile every time you think/talk about them, and what are they like?

Well, Gustav of course, and Higgs too. Fiercely skilled, passionately for each other [eventually], these two have been with my writing for a loooooong damn time.

What process of writing do you enjoy the most?

Worldbuilding, which is awkward considering one of the questions down below! I've been one to imagine my 'Setting' as having a story, a history, of its own, one made up of the stories of the billions of people who've made their lives in it, writ large and gathered in the long arc of history. When I make writing from it, I pick one thread, and a few more, and just sorta bring them to light.

What part of writing do you think you are the best at? (Yes stroke your own ego it's okay)

Uhh--- Descriptions? Of environments, features, more tangible stuff usually? I mean, I do it a lot, and I suppose more than much else.

What is something in the writeblr community that is most enjoyable?

People, and just existing while knowing they exist too! I feel like I'm a lonely person, but it's indescribably nice to know that someone else, somewhere I couldn't imagine, is typing out words the same as me, if differently. And sometimes, they even talk with you about things you like, and that's the real ticket.

A writing tool/device you use that helps you with writing? (It could be speech to text, a writing program etc)

World Anvil, despite my neglect of it recently, really is a wonderful application for my Worldbuilding stuff! I should get back into it...

A piece of worldbuilding that you like in your own story? (It could be the magic system, a particular place in the story, a law, etc)

AAAAAA---

Okay, really, really hard to pick just one. I really like what I've been doing with my histories, of course. I feel like a lot of them, in fiction at least, are... maddeningly easy to understand? Weird, sprawling, gangly systems of cause and effect charting the evolution of institutions, cultures, and technology across a timeline of about 2.5 centuries is apparently one of my callings, and I intend on hearing it out to the end.

[There's also a certain piece of Worldbuilding I love, and which causes me utter unbridled terror everytime I consider sharing it with people out of a stupid fear that it'll make them hate me. Again, hopefully just stupid.]

Tag some people whose works you love/have been your biggest supporters:

I love every one of you!!!!!!

@lividdreamz @athenswrites @hessdalen-globe @dogmomwrites @theprissythumbelina @caxycreations @marinesocks @thatndginger @moonscribbler

[P.S., consider that my Tagging of you lot for this too!]

[doctor-seamonster]

Story time.

I was at the George R Brown convention center in Houston for an anime con one time, I'd say it was probably Oni-Con 2006 or 2007?

Way back in the long, long ago, booths in dealers' rooms freely sold Japanese snacks. Pocky, Ramune and whatnot. I don't know if this was actually technically legal for them to do back then, but they certainly don't do it anymore.

But it was just part of the whole experience, you know? (Even if buying a couple boxes of Pocky would cost you as much as a dvd.)

Anyway, certain venues, including the GRB, did have some sort of exclusivity contract regarding food vendors, so no one else could sell food there. Which meant that anime cons at the GRB didn't have dealers selling snacks.

The GRB absolutely was not going to miss an opportunity to make an extra buck off an event, so for that year their own snack vendors sold Pocky.

This being the 00s and me being a young anime nerd, pocky was manna from heaven, so I couldn't resist buying some.

Mind you, in 2023, you can buy Pocky at Walmart. But back then it was hard to find and expensive, so even though it was like five bucks for one small box, I still picked one up and took it to the register, along with a couple other things.

The cashier, a perfectly nice woman, black, a little bit older, maybe late 40s, early 50s, listed each item as she rang it up. Saying the name out loud in her rather distinct AAVE accent.

When she got to the Pocky, she said, very confidently and matter of factly:

"Chi-nese cookie!"

Now, I was a hardcore weaboo shut-in, not quite old enough to buy beer. And I had spent the bulk of the previous two decades as a feral child, as you may know. And terms like "white privilege" and "patriarchy" hadn't quite entered the popular lexicon at that point in time, but boy howdy was I drenched in them.

All that plus a general inability to shut my mouth. (Which I still have, despite improving in other areas...)

However, I did have one thing going for me. I was polite nearly to a fault. So I didn't say anything at the time and while I've never told anyone this story before, those words have quietly haunted me for the last decade and a half.

Around this same period of time in my life, I met one of my friends for the first time. He's been one of the closest, dearest and most valued friends I've ever had. I was best man at his wedding.

I absolutely do not in any way remember the first time we met or anything at all about the meeting.

It might've even happened the exact same day for all I know.

But I sure as fuck remember someone calling Pocky "Chinese cookie"...

[sagetsukimura]

(I just want to write it out, see if it helps me sort my thoughts out. Remind future-me that I tried. This week has been pretty... Chaotic, at work. )

I did it. I communicated to the best of my abilitiy in a stressful work environment, and i thought we'd finally gotten on the same page.

I'd done the right thing. I spoke to them directly, I used 'i feel' statements, and explained why, didn't cry when I got yelled at, only yelled back once and visibly made myself stop, and we managed to actually get on the same page ( at least I thought so, I hope so) once she realized i wasn't giving her a 'reasons why you suck' speech. I was satisfied with my feelings being proven wrong, because yes, it did turn out that nobody else was communicating with each other either. Misunderstandings and resentment. (We had 2 people quit this week.)

Problem addressed and acknowledged, if not fixed. I did it. I communicated. Glad that's over with because I hate being assertive or having people upset with me. (I don't like speaking up in situations like this, but so many people were having issues and... I don't know why I thought I could make a difference.)

Only today, a higher up comes in, and asks me a bunch of questions, and introduces me to someone, and I can't figure out what she wants from me., she's asking for specific incidents, and telling me I need to be a more positive team player, and I'm so tired of feeling helpless and frustrated I start crying when I have to talk about one of our more... difficult... Parents.

She tells me to take some time to calm down, I give the new manager a heartful 'nice to meet you, hope you stick around' that might've been TOO heartfelt (7 managers in one year guys, I'm getting desperate . I REALLY hope she'll stick around) and get back to the kids after making sure I don't look like I've been bawling.

Anyway, boss comes back an hour and a half later and says I need to leave. I'm confused and ask her if she means like, go home? NOW? And all I manage to get is *'things are worse than I was told'* and she's off... Somewhere.

... Ok?!

So I clean up, and i leave. No clue what happened or why. Did I do something? Did she want me to take the day to calm down? Was someone mad about yesterday? Apparently someone is/was lying? Should I wait for a phone call? An email? Should I come in Monday? Am I fired? What's going on?!

So now I'm... here. No clue what's going on. Brain is trying to come up with the worst answers possible, I'm trying to give everyone the benefit of the doubt. I love my job, but when no one knows what is going on or where something is, or even who to ask, it means no one sticks around. I'm not sure if anyone else has been around long enough to know the Wi-Fi passwords besides me.

It's weird, how chilled out I am. Usually I feel physically ill at the thought that someone is upset with me. Maybe counseling really is helping? Or I'm waiting to know if I've been fired before I let myself mentally burn bridges and move on.

At least I know I've done my best. I've tried to make it obvious to the others that I'm trying in good faith. I've tried really hard. (I almost think too hard. I should've kept my head down, because even if I was willing to try and talk, I appear to be very bad at it.) I just... Don't know what the expectations of me are, since I've been at the site for twice as long as anyone else. I know things no one else does. But I also don't even know where to find the signup paperwork. I'm not a manager, I'm literally the bottom of the ladder, and happy staying there.

I feel confused, and worried. Overwhelmed, frustrated, and a little betrayed. There's a voice in my head telling me I should've kept my head down and my mouth shut, and rolled through the next few months.

But mostly, I just want to know what is going on, so I can make my own choices. If I stay, I want to know what changes and expectations I should expect, because it feels like they are changing all the time, and it's not just kids who like consistency. I have to ask myself, how long do I WANT to have this job.

I just... Hope I did the right thing, as best I could. That I can say I honestly tried, even if it didn't work. But that doesn't mean it won't suck if it turns out I was right to doubt.

[theinheriteddutchess]

Ok, so I did a thing:

You had forgotten how small the town was. 

You had left 10 years ago for a reason, you needed to get out there. Spread your wings and have opportunities you'd never get here. Sure, you loved your family, but you could do that at a distance, only a phonecall away. Besides, they weren't going anywhere, no one was down here. Except you. 

Sometimes you felt a little guilty, it wasn't your fault you were amazingly talented at business, unlike the rest of your town, but you realized they just missed you,8 because you were a really nice person. No one in your new town thought so, because everyone else was also busy with business and not busy with people, but luckily you had met the second love of your life, Ransom.

Ransom and you had met at his business, when he tried to make a deal with yours, and it was love at third date. He was a little boring at times, with the routine he kept at all times, but his hair and clothing sense was spectacular! You really fell for *insert haircut* and his perfect white teeth. In return he liked your work ethic and your cozy but clean apartment that didn't have any personal decorations.

It all went perfectly, he had even proposed,just before the phone rang and informed you off an emergency in your old town. It was a shock to find out your dad got sick/your family tree business was failing/cookies needed to be baked for charity/the Christmas Parade needed to be handled and only you had the skills to pull it off/you got fired at your job and had to go home to lick your wounds/your parents lied to trick you to come back/you needed something from someone else to succeed more at your current business. There was barely time to say yes to your now fiance, before you booked your ticket and went straight to the airport.

The trip only seemed to be about 10 minutes, which was lucky because you needed to be home soon, but you had just enough time to reminisce about your past. All the faces of old friends popped up inside your brain like a weird montage reminding  you of all the things you had tried to forget.

Then you arrived home.

Nothing changed, including your bedroom. Everyone had remembered what an amazing person you were and was very glad to see you back, almost like they'd been stuck in time waiting for your arrival. This made you feel warmer than ever, a feeling you had forgotten all these years, but you also reminded yourself you had business to return to.

Oh and a fiancee. But you hadn't told your family yet, surely there was time for that later? You weren't even sure if you were going to invite everyone to the wedding. They would probably not fit in with the rest of the well dressed people, so they probably didn't even want to come.

After walking through town -which took about 30 minutes and you basically met everyone right away who started bringing up old random but cute memories with you, causing you to smile so much it hurt the corners of your mouth and made you look alike insane - you finally bumped into your old flame, Bucky.

Like literally bumped into him. It was weird because he hadn't been there a second before, but you might've been distracted by warm cozy feelings.

It was awkward at first, but also because all your feelings caused you to have more feelings now! And you shouldn't because you were engaged, but no one knew that.

So when bucky invited you for coffee/baking with his niece/helping with a show for the town school/ice skating, you accepted.

Just like old friends!

Who used to fuck a lot. But just because you've seen him naked a lot didn't mean you couldn't see him as a person, so you would see him exactly like that. A person with a brain and interests and feelings…just like the feelings you had for each other when you were younger…before you left town to grow up.

During the date, you kept gazing into his beautiful eyes, and smiling every time he said something funny. And you were genuinely happy because it was so easy to be around bucky, even if his hair was stylishly disheveled, and he wore a very simple sweater and boots that showed he wasn't paying 6 months paychecks for business clothes, but he was so kind and giving.

It seemed all his time was spent helping others! He was such a good person. You’d forgotten what it was like to not only be a nice person, but a giving person, and this sense of community you only ever had in this old town of yours.

And then you tripped (and he caught you)/you and him were left alone after family dinner he was also invited to, even if it was your parents house, they were suddenly gone/you went outside to say goodbye while snow was falling around you, and he kissed you!

And you kissed back because you suddenly realized all those old feelings had come back.

And just when you were going to make a confessions (perhaps about your fiance, but maybe just confess your eternal feelings; you didn't know), Ransom showed up.

It was so very awkward. Not even because of the kiss, but because he clearly didn't fit into the family. Suddenly he was rude and uncaring, things you had also said before, but suddenly sounded worse coming from his mouth! And he seemed to look down on your family, perhaps because you had as well all these years, but now you were here and just been kissed by a hunk, this behavior was unacceptable!

You told him off, but he didn't get it. Even if you were very clear, suddenly his intelligence seemed to have left him and he had forgotten his manners too!

And then bucky stepped in when Ransom was kind of slightly raising his voice, because you had been acting weird and weren't answering his questions what was going on, it wasn't like you were in danger since Ransom kept a good distance, and had never been violent and just seemed a little frustrated. But he figured out instantly what was going on.

And you two went alone 2 meters away, so bucky could listen in on the conversation, but also didn't seem to hear anything what was being said. He could see your expressions of heartache clearly though. The tears in your eyes, and eventually the hugging you did with your fiance.

He left with a very sad expression on his face while he walked home, where he soon arrived, and then sat alone in the living room, staring at a picture from when you were much younger and clearly happy.

But meanwhile you were looking for him because your fiance had just broken up with you, since he didn't know how to handle the fact you had feelings in general, but especially for bucky. He left without saying goodbye to your parents, even if he only just arrived 2 hours before.

You found bucky easily, because there had only been 3 settings where he could be. And when you arrived your nose was so red from the cold, but in a cute way, not with snot running down your face and watery eyes. But in a glowing beautiful kind of way?

And bucky was hesitant, because you had just broken his heart all over again, but your hopeful small smile gave him hope anyway.

You admitted to having been engaged, but you were not engaged anymore because you loved bucky!

Then you were worried. What if he didn't love you back?

He had kissed you, but people did that all the time! Like when your boss’s assistant kissed him when he made a good deal. That didn't mean anything either, because he was married, so…

But then bucky stared into your eyes from really uncomfortable close, and told you he had always loved you, since you were kids.

You wondered for a moment if he had even been with anyone else, with how intense he was speaking. If he had always only loved you and was kind of hoping you came back all this time…jeez he was going to pop as soon as you grabbed him!

But your thoughts halted when he kissed you again. He was a very good kisser, and there was a lot of kissing and did you hear music somewhere??

Next thing you knew it was a year later and you and bucky were at your parents for another Christmas. Hadn't you just celebrated Christmas? Bucky was again kissing you, and then finished with a very sweet kiss to your ringed hand, showing you had gotten married. And your kid looked just like Bucky. You just hoped it was going to have the same caring helping personally their father had! And his baking skills. And his handyman skills. And his ice-skating skills. And his theatre skills. And his Christmas selling skills.. And his- you mother put a cookie into your mouth unexpectedly, causing you to focus on nibbling on it without ever really eating it.

And you were very happy with your love. You'd given up your business to start a bakery/run for mayor/start the same business in this town leading for prosperity for the whole town/be a family woman.

With Bucky by your side you'd never want for anything, and now you always kept smiling this wide, a smile that hadn't yet reached your eyes.

Perfect.

The end.

(forget all the mistakes🤞. I think I came pretty close to a Halloween movie! 💋)

Happy December 6th and another day in December Fun & Silliness Challenge!

Today's challenge: Hallmark Movie Challenge: You are dating one character but end up with another during the holiday!

(don't forget tomorrow's challenge: Which character to most likely be a grump during the holidays, an open question where you can talk about it, write a story or edit pics or anything you like.)

Oh!! Oooohhh!! You guys know I love little stories like this 🥹

Okay, so who am I bringing to meet my family? None other than Hollywood hero Lucas Lee. Not sure how we met but I think he’s fantastic. Until, Frank Adler shows up unexpectedly and things get complicated so fast.

Old feelings arise, and Frank proves that Lucas is no man that can take care of me. In more ways than one 👀

[0blobthefish0]

Attempted Walk of Shame

arizona + callie masterlist | main masterlist

[1127 words] Arizona Robbins/Callie Torres/Reader

You were asleep, barely evening registering that you were breathing, until you felt your leg brush up against someone else's. Your eyes flew open, the sting of the morning light forgotten in your panic; you slept alone, in your own apartment as one very single, singular person. Blonde hair was the only thing you could see, when your eyes had focused, and your heartbeat picked up. You didn't know anyone that was blonde and single, that was something that made you momentarily relax; however, as you turned to sit up, dark hair came into view. Your eyes felt as if they would pop out of your skull and your heart fell to the pit of your stomach. Fuck.

You breathed deeply to calm yourself and reassured yourself that it couldn't be anyone you knew. Carefully, you leaned over to see the face of the blonde, who was closest to you, and you choked on your own gasp, quickly moving away with a hand covering your mouth. Your eyes so wide you felt them drying. Arizona Robbins. You mouthed the words 'oh my god' into the air and your gaze fell onto the brunette, you shook your head in disbelief, there was no way, absolutely no way. You peeked through her hair and stopped breathing altogether. Callie Torres. Double fuck. Literally.

You had to get out, before they knew you were ever here. You began to delicately peel yourself from the duvet, careful not to wake the two, insanely hot, women which you may have or have not slept with. The details were fuzzy, and your head was throbbing from your hangover. Once you had successfully removed yourself from their bed, you found yourself in another predicament; you were naked, and your clothes were nowhere in sight. You swore lightly under your breath as you sifted through the piles of clothing discarded on the floor, to find that none of them were yours. You chewed on your lip nervously, you couldn't just steal their clothes, but you couldn't really leave naked either. Your eyes landed on a large towel, and you grimaced, weighing out your options.

You walked out into their main room, securing a towel around your body. You were never any good at making good decisions, and there was no way you were going to go back into their bedroom. You needed to leave, and quick before they woke up. You were making your way to the door when it suddenly swung open. You froze.

"Mark," you whispered, body relaxing with relief. Never had you been so glad to see Mark Sloan.

"Y/n!" He said loudly and you shushed him with a finger to your lips.

"Mark, I am naked, I need to leave, take off your shirt or take me to your place." You rushed out impatiently, your heart pounding against your chest.

"Did you?" He questioned and his head jerked in the direction of the bedroom.

"No. Yes. Maybe? I don't know." You sighed. "I don't remember anything; all I know is that I am hungover, and I woke up naked in a bed with two other women who might also be naked." You rambled out.

"A threesome? Nice, up top." He smirked and held up his hand and you slapped his arm down.

"No, not 'nice', I am screwed, I have no clothes, we might've not even done it, and if we did, I really hope they don't remember because I don't remember, and if they do that's just really, really awkward." You really needed to escape. "Please, just ask subtly if they were naked when they woke up and if they remember anything from last night." You asked him as you reached for the keys to his apartment.

"Remember what from last night?" A stern but sleepy voice rose up from behind you and you felt every cell in your body go rigid. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck! Your eyes met Mark's and you shook your head in short rapid movements, your eyes begging for him to keep his mouth shut.

"Y/n woke up naked in your bed," he blurted out and you slapped his side. "She's also trying to sneak out with just a towel on." He smirked, that was for hitting him.

"Dick." You mumbled under your breath before swiftly spinning around to face Callie. "Hi." You said with an awkward wave of your hand. How you had wished to just simply disappear in that moment or for the floor to collapse underneath you. You held onto the towel tighter, fearing it would fall from your ongoing bad luck. "Do you know where my clothes are?" You questioned hopefully.

"They're in the kitchen, Y/n/n," Arizona smiled walking in and your eyebrows knitted together, what were they doing in the kitchen? "Oh, she doesn't remember what happened in the kitchen," she realised as she stared at you.

"No, she does not." Callie smirked, pausing lightly between each word. You nearly felt your knees buckle, why were they so hot?

"What-" you began, but you were too quiet to hear, "what happened in the kitchen?" You were staring at them too, now, your voice laced with cautious curiosity.

"Yeah, what happened in the kitchen?" Mark nodded from behind you and their eyes shifted from yours to Mark's. You watched the silent exchange through their glaring eyes before you felt Mark shift behind you and swiftly leave. You wrapped your arms around yourself, suddenly feeling more naked and exposed without Mark's towering figure looming over you. You felt small under the predatory gaze of the two, you being their prey and not knowing if you wanted to be caught or not.

"Do you wanna go grab your clothes?" Callie started and you gave her a quick nod before you scurried past them and to the kitchen. They followed after you silently. You fumbled as you collected your clothing from various places, crouching down to grab your top from the corner of the kitchen you heard someone step closer toward you. Quickly, you stood up and turned around a gasp falling from your lips as you faced Arizona, who was a lot closer than you had thought. 

"Would you like to know what happened last night?" She questioned softly and you gulped nervously before nodding your head. She began to move closer, "Use your words," she instructed as she backed you further into the corner until you hit the counter.

"Yes.. please." You could feel the waver of your voice as you talked. Arizona leaned in, each hand pressed to a counter beside you, trapping you.

"I can stop, if you'd like?" She asked.

"No, I don't think I want that." You breathed, just loud enough for her to hear.

"Good, because we can show you," and Callie appeared above her shoulder. God, you were in for a very, very long morning.

[not-your-fucking-kacchan]

deaf y/n x kirishima fluff? Y/n getting made fun of cuz she cant pronounce words properly?

-shuu

Omg this is so cute I loved writing this <3

Do I want to make this an entire fic with separate parts and everything? Absolutely I do sjjabekbfbd weewgwggegwheheb plspslpslslsls cus it's gonna be so good and ah- 😩😫 cus no because like omg and I made the reader sorta like toph from atla but really- just bc of the heightened senses and sensitivity to vibrations and omganakdnnd my midoriya brain went OFF on this maksnjdbf and omg I imagine reader would be BESTIES with mei hatsume najwobdjsn and omg Bakugou as well??? Reader would absolutely gain his blessing to be kirishimas gf and they would be thick as thieves- a trio of doom, you will, and omg I have so many ideas about reader helping bkg to protect his hearing BC she wouldn't want to see a friend suffer the same fate, and nansjdnbd Kiri only loves her more bavjsbfnd bye bc midoriya would love to come up with ideas for mei to help reader and sndnfknd bye

Anyway hope you enjoy :D

Warning: Ableism...

Masterlist <3

Kirishima x Deaf!Reader- Hearing Problems

You had lost your hearing a long, long time ago, but that doesn't make it much easier on you in the long run.

You had the kind of hearing problem that rendered you almost completely dead, save for the grating tinnitus that followed with every step.

It was almost always a problem for you, and had almost left you completely incapable of being a hero. Imagine having all control over your life stripped from you because of some dumb fuck's drunken driving. It filled you to the brim with rage every single day, along with the fact that you were punished for someone else's mistake when they only had their licence taken away.

It did more than make you angry, really. It fucking broke your heart. You almost lost access to your dream after he permanently disabled you, and what did he get? A slap on the fucking wrist?! This must be some sick joke.

You had tried your absolute damnest to adjust and get stronger to compensate for the loss of a pretty vital function, and it worked! In the end, you turned out stronger than ever. You had trained every sense you could learn about, because as it turns out, there's more than just six of them, and all of your exhaustive, mind-numbing hard work had been repaid.

Of course you weren't the best, yet, but you could absolutely beat some ass if you wanted to, and during the entrance exam, you did exactly that.

Things were going so well, and you were racking up points like no other, until you weren't.

You were having a little trouble with finding the other robots because they were quite a ways away. Luckily though, Kirishima could tell you might've needed a hand.

He could see that you didn't react to sound the way that others did, and it was when the high pitched ring of a far off explosion made everyone flinch but you, that he could finally tell you were deaf.

His eyes widened and his mouth formed a little 'o' shape as his brain finally connected the dots, and he made his way to you with a smile as he spoke normally to you, still not sure if maybe you were just partially deaf or could maybe read lips or something.

Meanwhile, all you could hear was that same high pitched ringing of tinnitus, which drowned out the similar effect of the explosion, and you were starting to get frustrated with wondering which way to go. There was no telltale smoke, or faraway sparks of people fighting. There was only silence. So you were especially surprised when this fiery looking ravenet walked up to you, speaking normally. You assumed he didn't know you were deaf, and you read his lips as normal, however his suspicions were confirmed when he saw the direction in which your eyes were focused. So you do read lips.

Surprisingly, he was leading you towards the action. Oh. Maybe he could tell you were deaf.

It was nice to have someone know that and not give you the same pitying look they always do. You wanted to be respected, not pitied. This guy seemed to respect you though, and you were thankful as you followed him to the next gathering of robots, letting out a loud "t-thank you-!" when you saw someone side-eye you and laugh.

You didn't like the snide look on their face at all.

"What? Are you deaf or something? I've never heard someone speak like that! You must've lost some braincells to these robots. You'll never pass if you sound like a total idiot!"

Comments like these never ceased to make your heart ache and bring a lump to your throat. It'll never get any easier to deal with comments like this.

It's not like you were gonna let him see your hurt though, so just as you make a step to tear him a new one, you're interrupted by Kirishima, who didn't want to see you disqualified for beating another kid half to death.

"That's really not cool, man! Have you heard yourself talk? You sound like someone's bigoted grandpa- I hope your mother smacks some respect into that ugly head of yours soon, because you'll be the one who never makes it as a hero with talk like that! Heroes are supposed to be actually good people, you know? Buzz off!"

Both you and that ableist prick are stunned into silence, and you can't help but smile as you read his lips and see his condescending glare. Secretly, you thank whatever Gods you can think of that your little emo friend seems like a truly respectable guy, and as the two of you pair up for the exam, you find that you work relatively well together for two rookie kids that have never met.

The judges watch on from behind the cameras and smirk as they blacklist the ignorant kid from passing, though he was running rather low on points in the first place. None of them are surprised either, when the two of you gain points placing you among the top scores. It seems like you both were fated to be friends.

When the exam is over, you end up exchanging numbers with your favourite little red-eyed emo, learning that his name is Kirishima Eijirou. And when he flashes you a smile that you would die for, your little heart melts right there and then as light pink dusts your cheeks.

You put your name in his phone in silence, and send a message to confirm that you wrote your number down right, thanking him for standing up for you.

You find you're quite pleased with yourself when he develops a bashful blush too. Oh yeah, you're definitely not letting him go, even if one of you doesn't make it to UA.

[kdyism]

SINCERITY IS SCARY

pairing. jungwoo x reader

genre. reunion!au, long-time crushes!au, fluff, slice of life

wc. 1,640 k /warn. mention of food. non.

synopsis. it had always been jungwoo's abitliy to be sincere and open to you with his words and soul that had you hooked.

for @nct-writers coming home event

yunan's note. ugh i had it ready but not edited and then swamped with work and now two days late. 14.03.22 was the released that okay. reblog + comments are appreciated!

Like an arrow straight to your heart, you felt your chest collapse as soon as he walked into your view.

“What the hell is Kim Jungwoo doing at your grand opening?” you gap, crossing your arms defensively as soon as your eye met with his innocently wide ones.

Even within the crowd of a good hundred, your eyes find him so easily. His casual clothes look branded, unkempt hair that is probably styled and his lips that curve upwards and your name tumbling from his mouth makes your toe curl because shit, this wasn’t supposed to happen.

Out of the many people who you have crushed on, Kim Jungwoo is at the number one spot because he became the blueprint to everyone who came after him. Not an ex but he had his grip on you the way an ex would leave you with memories of affection, heartbreak and a list of hypotheses on how things would be different if you did something differently. Jungwoo, well, he might be someone you will never be over because distance makes the heart fonder and out of sight, out of mind were too real in his case.

i. DISTANCE MAKES THE HEART GROW FONDER

“Oh god! You’re here too!” he gushes, eyes on you and his arms immediately pulling you into a hug. Automatically you too pat him the way you did all those years ago and grin, because well, no time to make enemies with someone you would rather snag him and take him home with you.

“I thought you moved away.” you roll your eyes emphasising the word you and jabbing his arm with your finger. “Don't tell me you came back just for this?”

Shaking his head, your eyes find the little scar on the back of his nape; the one you were the cause of when you were about ten. Before you even liked him, he was a boy who frequently played around in the local playground and you might've pushed him off the slide in a hurry and not been accountable for it but post that day, he kind of became attached to you and made it his mission to befriend you.

Well, that would mean, mission accomplished—you didn't expect him to be so adamant about it all.

“I am moving back…” Jungwoo replies, stuffing his hand in his pockets and skimming around the venue hall, leaning closer to you. “I got scouted by the CEO,”

“Of here?” you blink, your jaw agape.

Smirking at you proudly, Jungwoo places his hands on his hips and huffs, “I think he heard about my all year strike at my previous company,” he explains, his eyes softening at you when you nod at him and clapping your hands still in awe.

To Jungwoo, your existence was one of a fragrant flower that always seemed out of sight.

Your scent pulls him in, he wanders and waits around until it's his turn but it never arrives and he should've cut in line and just grabbed ahold of you back then. You were always nice to him, yeah you did have one or two fights where you swore to never see him again but they passed by okay because you came crying to him and spluttering out sorry or else it was him doing the apologizing.

Moving away from here, away from you just made him crave your attention more. You stopped sending him pictures after five months, stopped texting him after two years and changed your social media account after four years. He couldn't find you even when he wanted to until he moved back for the final year of high school.

“It's been so long right,” you sigh, smiling at him stiffly and swinging your arms at your sides.

It is something you did a lot when she was nervous, the swinging hands have always been adorable to him because so many people complain that you hit them with your hands but it was just too cute for him to even mind.

Jungwoo decided at that moment he would take his chance with you this time.

It must've been fate.

You standing in front of him, with your cheeks flushed and nervous eyes that can't meet his for too long and him right now—he was sure he could outdo everyone else if you were on the line this time because the time you were a faint memory roller-coasters his emotions every time you make an appearance in his thoughts.

Jungwoo kicks the ground shyly, peering at you through his bangs and asks, “Did you miss me?” his eyes locking with yours curiously and you scoff.

ii. OUT OF SIGHT, OUT OF MIND

“As if,” you nudged his side, you heard everything that went on with him until you couldn't take it anymore.

Pursuing your lips, you shake your head. “Everyone talks about you—Mr MVP—”

“That's not true at all,” he interrupts you, throwing his hand over your mouth and you yelp, “You still do this,” you laugh, pulling his hand down.

“I haven't changed that much,” he whines, pushing his hair back with a pout and you narrow your eyes, eyeing him down with a look that asks really.

He felt too different.

When he wasn't around, you could forget him but as soon as someone speaks or shows you something about him everything comes rushing back. His strawberry-scented freshener, the thin black wristwatch he wore whenever you saw him at school, the way his smiles could make you weak in the knee and also create a burn in your chest.

Kim Jungwoo was better for you out of sight because you didn't think a lot about him when you didn't see him.

You created a sort of mechanism where it was either all about him or he didn't exist at all. It worked for you. It did for so many years except the times you would fall into your pattern of searching his name on social media and try to find out his one because you didn't want to ask your friends or go through their mutuals to find him.

He was better out of your sight after all because it also meant he was out of your mind.

Feeling like a small growl erupts from your tummy, you tilt your head asking “Did you have dinner yet?”

It had been ages since you had dinner with Kim Jungwoo. “Do you want to go have dinner with me? Uh—I know a great Italian place that sells reasonably,” you splutter, locking your arms with him the moment his head inclined towards a nod.

Jungwoo giggles, your arms felt like a perfect match with his. You always loved to walk around with interlocked arms and he was frankly a very affectionate person as well—around you a little less so because but still, you couldn't take your hands off of him when he starts being clingy after you start it.

“I thought you preferred fast food?” Jungwoo asks, letting you guide him through the crowd and out of the hall that opening was taking place at.

Rolling your eyes, you explain, “The buffet food isn't working for me. I crave something pasta,” whipping your hair to the side and you pout.

“Fast food was me six years ago. Nowadays I am super healthy—trust me when I say you can't win me in arm wrestle anymore,” you brag, flexing your arm and Jungwoo rolls his eyes now, “You think you're the only one hitting the gym?” he challenges.

Taking off his suit's coat, he flexed his defined bicep and you smirk, “That was what I wanted to see all along,”

Jungwoo flushes red in his cheeks, you always did this to him but he also always got red when you did that. None of his other colleagues would be working in this setting, it's the best. It's calm and relaxing and you look extremely pretty surrounded by everything that looks like you. “What the hell are you on ?” you pant, struggling to your leg up the stairs to the restaurant and Jungwoo stopped you.

“Hey,”

Blinking at him, you repeat the same. “Hey?” in a more questioning way.

“Since I am moving back,” he starts, taking subtle steps upwards to you and you glare at him. He was sappy, yes but this is on another level because you couldn't hear a sound of deceit and he felt so raw, eyes red and bleary. You know what he meant.

“I think it'll be a good thing for us to take a chance—Uh, we both keep missing each other. I thought that I should ask you out before I don't know… I don't see you for another month until we both get invited somewhere again,”

“You mean like romantic?” you ask, taken aback with a smile growing on your face.

You adored him. Shuffling in his spot with his almost teary eyes and you laugh, how could he ask you something so bold while being so shy.

“Your sincerity is scary,” you smile, swinging your arm around his neck.

“And that's exactly why I have liked you for so long, Kim Jungwoo—I'll be in your care from now,”

“Sincerity? Scary? You are just always scared of others,” he points, rolling his eyes and pushing open the restaurant's doors now and you smile.

“Thanks for asking me,” you quietly said, loud enough only for him to hear.

"After meeting and still being like him after years—Kim Jungwoo you still have the same effect on me with the way you speak your words like oaths and hold me like a gem,”

“Hey don't go being poetic on me,” he laughs, plopping into a chair and you sit in front of him.

“The only thing I can do is tell you I like you a million times over,”

©KDYISM, 2022 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

[cigvrettedvet]

mina & atlas.

      ❝ huh, who would’ve thought it. you actually admitted to being a toddler. the only thing that i really regret is not recording that on my phone. ❞ an exaggerated sigh brings his shoulders up and down, atlas feigning major disappointment before he turns his attention to the rest of his meal. surprisingly, she hasn’t ruined the taste of any of it just yet, only that it’s gone cold now with the amount of talking they’ve done. to think they were actually capable of holding a ( somewhat ) decent conversation outside of the workplace. he shudders to think what the conversations would be like if they were out and about, tipsy. ❝ yes, i would. ❞ atlas is frank with her, not particularly caring one way or another if she was bothered by his own decision. he wasn’t at work to entertain her; it just happened to be a byproduct. ❝ i thought we weren’t trying to care about what makes one another happy? ❞ he asks, curiosity in his voice as he lets the spoon dangle from his mouth, head tipped to the side. ❝ last i checked, i’m perfectly capable of doing anything else. i have all the time in the world and, quite frankly, being stressed at work isn’t necessarily the best way to spend my time. it’s good experience though, ❞ atlas adds, so matter-of-fact and being intentional in not expressing much emotion for her. that’s what she wanted, is it not? ❝ if i wanted a terror, i would call my younger siblings. you’re not as bad as them… yet. almost, but still a bit to go. ❞ it entertains him, being able to get under her skin like this. she always seems to have something resting on the tip of her tongue, like no matter how hard she tries, the words remain caught. not even a whole bottle of wine seemed to be able to do her in. begs the question if he’s able to pry them out of her. ❝ you don’t have to be nice to me. there’s a lot of things i don’t know. i don’t know how to live with a significant other long term. i don’t know how to fix a car. i’m the only one in my family who doesn’t know how to cook. i can’t find the cure for insomnia. it’s a whole laundry list of things. the difference between you and i? ❞ with a pause, he dabs the corners of his lips with the cloth napkin that’s been resting in his lap. ❝ i don’t actively complain about it. ❞ // @cigvrettedvet​

          mina chuckled. "i wouldn't give you the luxury of recording that. it's a secret that's solely staying between us." she couldn't believe she had even admitted that much but the wine and the comfort of atlas' annoying yet familiar presence bring her a lot more at ease than before. the frankness of his response only makes her frown deepen and she feels so torn. she's never felt that way before and it's driving her insane. mina's usually so sure and now she wasn't. she should be happy that atlas was potentially leaving but she wasn't. "well, i'm going to go ahead and take that as a compliment even though i have a feeling it isn't," mina replies, figuring it had to be somewhat good that she wasn't as bad as his siblings. then again, mina didn't know what it was like to have siblings and she might've felt a little envious. although a little surprised that atlas was willing to admit his faults, it also made mina feel better. she wasn't the only one struggling. "i'm not -," mina begins to argue but ultimately stops herself. truly a first. she had been complaining and she wasn't about to go back and forth with atlas about it. she had more important things to say. "i know you're sure about your decision but would it change your mind to know that someone might not want you to leave? that someone might actually want you to stay?" mina questioned, more eager than ever to hear his answer, "would you still stay if you knew someone wanted you to?" his answer would really make or break mina's confusing mess of feelings.

[sebs-anxiety-and-insanity]

The Funny Joke

Goncharov (1973) fanfic. Boy that movie will be the death of me.

(Goncharov x Andrey)

set on the balcony scene before the kafuffle, and what it mightve been like if they had more time alone.

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"Isn't it funny?" Goncharov stared out over the balcony, Andrey standing inches beside him.

"What?" Andrey turned to look at his.. Friend.

Goncharov took a long drag of his cigar, taking his time as he blew out the smoke. "The way we all run around chasing what we can't have."

Andrey paused, brows knitting together with confusion. He hoped that the veil of the thick curtain and doors would be just far enough out of the way that they wouldn't be bothered.

"How do you mean?" One of the things he love- liked about Goncharov was his ability to enthrall one with what he had to say.

"We all are here, trying to reach the end of our long careers, trying to settle down and be content with our life, right? Just trying to keep the family safe, to an extent." Goncharov looked at his hands, as he spoke.

If Andrey looked close enough he might've seen him tremble.

"That.. Sounds.. About right." Andrey was unsure where he was going with this.

"I think it's impossible to reach that goal, huh?" He chuckled, bitterly. Taking a smaller inhale of his cigar. "Like I said, funny."

Andrey sighed looking away. Oh boy he felt guilty now. "Mi dispiace." He muttered, under his breath. He couldn't find the strength to tell Goncharov face to face.

Goncharov heard his mutter, not what he said but he heard the noise and hummed in response. "It would be nice if we could have that. Wouldn't it Andrey? Together?"

Andrey felt heat rise to his cheeks, but was thankful for the cool air that fought to keep it at bay. "... Yes, Goncharov, you and Katya deserve that much-"

"I'm not talking about Katya." He huffed dismissively. Katya did a lot for the family name, and he owed her respect, but in all fairness this conversation wasn't about her. "I'm talking about us. Goncharov and Andrey, living contently with one another, no trouble to be found. Just us."

Andrey had to admit, he liked the thought. But it was stupid to entertain fairytales. Besides. Life wasn't fair that way.

"Andrey.." Goncharov sighed. "Andrey, I care for you deeply." He turned to face the other.

"I-"

"No, Andrey, you know I don't like interruptions." He chuckled, hoping to lighten the mood, just slightly. "Andrey, I want you to know..." He took a deep breath, preparing himself. "I want you to know that.. You're one of the best things to happen since I've arrived in Naples. And i- well I would just be sorely hurt if you didn't know that."

Andrey was at a loss for words, and surely after tonight he just couldn't let Goncharov go on like this. No, it would be too horrible. Before he could open his mouth however, Goncharov turned and grabbed Andreys wrist.

"Andrey in a perfect world I would want you by my side... Do you understand what I am saying?"

Andrey had a good enough guess. And while he liked what he heard, it just had to be stopped- right?

"Goncharov-" the name died on his lips as Goncharov kissed him, the kiss couldn't have been more than a couple of seconds, but it made him breathless all the same as he returned the kiss.

Goncharov finally pulled away, And turned back towards the balcony, and lighting his dying cigar.

Andrey watched stunned ass Goncharov took the now lit cigar from his lips, breathing out before he spoke again.

"I just needed you to know." Goncharov spoke somberly.

Andrey sat in silence, his heart stop when he heard the steps of someone else.

And then Ice pick Joe was thanking him...

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Here's my contribution!! 😎

[baka-monarch]

Innocent

Part 2

Trigger warnings: vore, mouth play, dehumanization

Part 1

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For the past week Wilbur had been taking care of Tommy, teaching them things that kids his age should already know, and becoming more attached to them then ever- oh and also he'd been failing at teaching the kid to hide from other humans. Wilbur had quickly learned that this kid had absolutely no fear of humans, which wouldn't be a bad thing if it weren't for the social norms that were eating tinies, killing tinies, and basically torturing them. Most humans didn't view tinies as people (Wilbur included a few weeks ago), so much so to the point that it had taken Wil twelve hours to find a kids show without eating tinies in it for Tommy to watch; and he wanted to make sure that Tommy knew to hide from humans because of it. The problem was no matter how many times he told Tommy to hide, played hide and seek where he'd pretend to be the "big bad human" to teach them to hide, and no matter how many times he told them to stay hidden whenever someone came home- Tommy always, ALWAYS, would run out into the open to see Wilbur whenever he came home from work, and even playing hide and seek. There seemed to be absolutely nothing he could do to teach this kid to avoid humans and he was running out of time. 

Wilbur's roommate Dream had been gone for the past few weeks to visit an out of town friend, and Dream was like Wilbur. He was raised with the same social norms and ate mostly the same things which meant if Dream came home while Wilbur wasn't there and found Tommy- well, Wilbur really didn't want to think about what would happen, but he knew it would be bad. All he knew was that Dream was coming home at the end of this week, and Wilbur still had yet to instill some sort of instinct to hide from humans in the little tiny he'd decided to adopt, and unfortunately he had to work this weekend… so Tommy might end up being alone when Dream arrived… fuck. 

"Tommy…." Wilbur spoke up, looking down at the tiny kid curled up in his hand as they looked away from the TV and up at him. "I have to work again this weekend, do you remember what I told you what to do when I'm at work?"

"Hmmmm oh- uhm, wait for you!" Tommy smiled up at Wil and he couldn't stop himself from smiling softly back, and ruffling their hair with finger.

"Yeah, and what else?" He asked and watched as their adorable little face scrunched up in concentration as they tried to remember, their tiny little cheeks puffing up to show just how concentrated they were. 

"I gotta…. I gottaaaaaaaaaaaaa eat food when the clock is loud!!!" Tommy smiled as he assumed he got the right answer. They weren't wrong, Wilbur did leave out lunch for them and they weren't supposed to eat it until an alarm he had set went off- but that's not what he meant.

"True- but I mean hiding Tommy, you need to remember to hide if someone comes here." Wilbur lifted the kid up to his face to show how serious he was about this- but Tommy only jumped onto his nose to hug it.

"But what if it's you! I gotta say hai!!!" The child whined, and Wilbur couldn't stop the small giggle that escaped him as he went crossed eyes to see them.

"You can say hi once I say it's me- you remember how to know if it's me right?"

"Mhm, you yell AYUP!! Whenever you're home!" Tommy smiled, happy he could remember.

"That's right, so if anyone opens the door this weekend you need to hide until you hear me say-"

"Ayup!!"

"Yeah! You got it bud! You're going to do such a good job!" Wilbur praised them, but silently hoped Tommy actually did it this time unlike all the other times this week when they'd just run up to the door in excitement. 

"I know I am!!! B'cause I'm the amazing Tommyinnit!!!!" Tommy giggled as he tried to climb higher on the bridge of Wilbur's nose.

"Yeah kid… yeah of course you can…."

•••

"Alright Tommy, I'm going to work now- you remember what to do?" Wilbur shoved his trenchcoat over his yellow jumper as he stood at the door, looking into the living room where he could see Tommy sitting on the coffee table watching TV.

"Yep! Hide and wait for you!!!" Tommy yelled back.

"Good- I'll see you in a few hours okay?"

"Okie!!" Tommy yelled, and watched as Wilby went out the door and closed it behind himself. Now Tommy was alone, a familiar feeling to him after spending so long in his cage, but this time he could go around and do stuff while he waited for Wilby!

Tommy walked over to one side of the coffee table where there was a small starch of square sticky paper (what did Wilby call it? Post- pots- pass? Eet? Not? No? It was something weird-). Tommy climbed on top to the small stack, grabbed the edge of one, and started to pull it back while walking backwards. It didn't take long for him to fall over with the sheet of sticky paper, and once he had it he stuck it down to the table. Now for the easy part; AKA, grabbing the led (it's led right? He's pretty sure Wilby called it led) that was off to the side, and now he could draw!

Tommy layed down on top of the paper as he drew, sticking his little tongue out in concentration as he made little marks on the paper. At the moment he was really just drawing whatever came to mind: Wilby, himself, the sheep from inside the TV, his cage- anything that really came to mind. 

He had been drawing for almost an hour before he heard the familiar clicks and scratching noises that meant someone was unlocking the door. It must be Wilby, he thought to himself as he stood up and went to the edge of the coffee table where a blanket was taped down. Tommy quickly slid down to the floor and started running to the door; he felt like he was forgetting something, but it probably wasn't important, and if it was then Wilby could tell him what it was. Tommy only stopped running once he was in front of the door, bouncing on his feet as he watched it open, smiling with excitement to see Wilby-

The big person who was on the other side of the door was not Wilbur. He was shorter and had dirty blonde longish hair, and green eyes. His face was peppered with freckles, and he was wearing a green hoodie. 

Dream walked into the familiar house carrying a backpack full of dirty laundry after weeks of being away with him. He looked around curiously, he knew Wilbur was probably going to be at work when he got back, but it was weird that the TV was left on while they were gone. He shrugged it off, and just closed the door behind himself, and was looking at the floor as he turned around- Dream let out a startled noise at what he saw. There on the floor staring up at him with a face full of wonder, was a tiny, one that seemed younger then most.

"Oh… one must've gotten away from Wil" Dream reasoned to himself and reached down to grab it, satisfied as it didn't even try to get away- actually it started to giggle as he picked it up. 

"Do you know Wilby?" The small thing asked, and Dream was a little confused by the nickname. It was obviously talking about Wilbur, but why would it be calling him that.

"Uh yeah?" As he answered, the tiny only seemed to smile more. Weird, usually it'd be scared by now.

"I'm Tommy, it's nice to meet you, Wilby's friend!" The tiny waved at him, and he just kept getting more and more confused.

"Nice to meet you too I guess…" Or more, nice to eat you, Dream mused to himself. He was sure Wilbur wouldn't mind if he ate this tiny, they were probably just saving it for later anyways- plus eating it would finally end the confusion he felt when thinking that food was adorable when having a goofy little smile like that. With that in mind Dream opened his mouth and tossed the tiny inside, trying to ignore the way it giggled at being thrown. He quickly closed his mouth around it and started to lick.

"Excuse me, big person" The tiny spoke up and he could feel it push back on his tongue a bit, but it wasn't much, almost like it wasn't actually fighting… "Wilby said I'm not supposed to let big people eat me."

"And why's that?" Dream asked, not even bothering to move the tiny out of the way as he spoke, and simply tossed it around in his mouth as he moved his tongue to form words.

"Well, he said mama isn't ready to see me yet!" Mama? Dream asked himself internally. Tinies don't have familial bonds, they're all just little snacks that people eat, yeah they're alive but that doesn't change the fact that it's just an animal meant to be eaten. 

"He doesn't know what he's talking about, I'm sure she's ready to see you." He mused, since he might as well play along if only to not gag if this tiny started squirming.

"Okie!" The tiny shouted and suddenly it stopped pushing on his tongue at all, anything that had felt like the tiny might've been fighting against him stopped, as it just laid on his tongue. Then, when Dream began to lick again he heard some adorable (-not adorable, remember it's just food Dream) giggled from the tiny as he coated it with saliva. He didn't hear the tiny say anything else about the fact that it was about to die until he started to push it towards the back of his throat to swallow, "Bye bye Wilby's friend- oh can you please please please tell him that I went to mama? Thank you!"

With that Dream stopped. He pushed the tiny to the front of his mouth as he started to think about this weird tiny. He didn't know how but it… it was acting like an actual child. Like a real human child. Why had Wilbur really kept it- them? Him? What was actually going o-

"Dream stop!!!" Dream's thoughts were suddenly cut off as he was shoved to the ground and his mouth was for ed open. He coughed a bit after a hand grabbed the tiny out- and when he looked up to see who it was he was surprised by the sight.

"Wilbur!? What the heck!?" Dream shoved the other human off of himself, and didn't miss the way that they hugged the tiny child to their chest protectively.

"I could ask you the same fuuu- freaking thing!!" Wilbur scooted away from Dream and continued to cup the tiny to his chest, blocking them completely from Dream's view with two hands. 

Dream took a moment to process the situation, glancing back and forth between Wilbur's hands and Wilbur's face and things slowly started to click. "You…. When were you gonna tell me you adopted a kid?"

"Well I was hoping to do it after we were both home and I could keep Tommy safe."

"Keep Tommy- keep the tiny- KEEP IT SAFE!? If you didn't want me to try and eat it you should've called or texted me before I got here!" Dream yelled, knowing that this would've been an easy solution that should've been quickly thought of- but of course, Wilbur in his dumbassery hadn't thought of that.

"Him."

"What?"

"He is a him, not an it." Wilbur corrected.

"Seriously!? That's the part you're focusing on!?"

"Yes, because Tommy is a person, a bit dumb for running out to see you, but a person." Wilbur smiles fondly as he says this and ruffles Tommy's hair with his thumb. 

"Sure- but still, why didn't you just message me about him, you still have a phone-" Dream points out and notices an embarrassed look quickly grow onto Wilbur's face. 

"Well I didn't really think of that…" They say and it makes Dream let out a small groan.

"Okay, I'm going to go do laundry, and when I'm done you can tell me all about this… Tommy." Dream stands up and leaves the two alone- but as he glanced back and sees the kid again he can't stop himself as he gains a fond smile. Okay, maybe he was a little adorable...

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