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thevexinator · 4 months ago

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Since Asagiri won't give you Guild content, I will. Headcanons, but they're based on irl facts I found within 5 minutes of googling. [These are just my hcs you can add your own if you wanna]

Louisa May Alcott 💌

- Louisa and Nathaniel are family friends. Irl, Louisa's father was one of Hawthorne's pallbearers [pallbearer - someone helping to escort of carry a coffin]. In the setting of BSD, their families were in close relations due to operating at the same church. Even though Louisa doesn't remember, Nathaniel often looked after her since the older girls [Louisa's older sister Anna and Nathaniel's older sister Elizabeth] were often helping around with the adults.

- She really likes pulp fiction.

- She's knowledgeable about the medical field. The real Louisa was a nurse during World War 1.

- Speaking of war, Louisa is a major history nerd.

Margaret Mitchell ☂️

- While BSD Margaret dresses like what if Mary Poppins was a British aristocrat, the real Margaret Mitchell actually preferred dressing in men's clothes. Thus, whenever she's not on duty in the Guild, she's chilling in something she stole from Nathaniel.

- She's afraid of fire. Why? When Margaret was a child, her clothing ended up catching fire on accident. She's never been the same since.

- She also has driving anxiety. When she was 12, her dad hit a deer on the road. She's never been the same since.

Nathaniel Hawthorne ⚔️

- Generally avoids discourse about the Salem Witch Trials. An ancestor of his played a big part during it, two others were married to women who were accused of being witches. Thus, he added the 'w' to his last name.

- He's surprisingly good with glasswork. When the real Nathaniel and his wife moved into their home, the etched poems into the glass of the windows.

- For a large part of his life, he lived in a commune.

- Occasionally, he sees ghosts. The real Nathaniel once said he saw the ghost of his friend reading his own obituary.

Edgar Allan Poe 🦝

- He's an orphan. He doesn't tell people that.

- He likes being alone. Until he gets the feeling that someone is somewhere in the room with him.

- Insanely intelligent. He knows exactly what he's doing.

- Very weak constitution. One time, when the Guild were all drinking and whatever else they were doing, Poe blacked out after one drink of wine. Everyone genuinely thought someone tried to kill him until they found out he couldn't handle alcohol.

- Unphased. He's seen it all. Death? Child's play. Heartbeat under the floorboards? Normal Tuesday. Corpse falling off the roof? Crazy. Someone walking into the party dressed in red? Standard party etiquette.

Lucy Maud Montgomery 🪆

- Also an orphan. Doesn't tell people about it.

- Very charming. She can flirt. She just chooses not to. She knows she's too powerful.

- Cripplingly depressed. Self-explanatory.

- Has girl nights with Louisa and Margaret, basically a few hours of them doing girl activities. They tried to summon Bloody Mary at least seven times to no returns.

H. P. Lovecraft 🦑

- Lovecraft has monochromacy, a condition where someone can only see in grayscale. This is derived from irl Lovecraft's "The Color Out of Space," essentially Lovecraft's low education being the reason why he didn't know about the electromagnetic color spectrum.

- He's afraid of crowds. He hates it here so much.

- Has epilepsy. The only thing that can stop this eldrich monstrosity in a human trench coat is the average disco party.

- Loves cats. He is so normal about them. Cats run to him like crazy.

- He glows in the dark. Why shouldn't he? He's earned it. He's also deficient in vitamins science hasn't discovered yet. His ankles popping sound like rogue gunshots.

- AroAce. Intimacy is a concept he doesn't understand and doesn't want to.

John Steinbeck 🌳

- He's very much a dog person. His family keeps dogs. His favorite breed is the Australian Sheep dog.

- He was very sick as a child.

- Really into marine biology. [Steincraft fans stay winning.]

- Before the Guild, he worked as a construction worker, newspaper reporter,and caretaker.

- Ironically enough, he has a pollen allergy. It's not severe, just watering eyes and sniffles. He hates it.

Mark Twain 🔫

- So normal about the ocean. He takes Lovecraft and John with him when he goes boating.

- Into geology. He's the guy who collects rocks whenever he's outside.

- Guild game night isn't game night is Mark isn't beating everyone in every board game to ever exist.

- So normal about cats. The real Mark Twain has 19 cats, all with titles like Apollinaris, Beelzebub, Blatherskite, Buffalo Bill, Satan, Sin, Sour Mash, Tammany, Zoroaster, Soapy Sal and Pestilence to name a few. BSD Mark has one ginger cat he adopted off the streets of Yokohama he names Sal, occasionally calling her Sin whenever she's around Nathaniel.

- He almost drowned twice. One would think that would kill his passion for boating, but he baller'd his way out of it.

Francis S. K. Fitzgerald 🪙

- Dyslexic and in denial. Louisa tried to gently bring it up to him that half of his work email was spelled incorrectly, but he was in denial and chalked it up to it being 3 in the morning when he wrote that work email.

- He worked as a screenwriter before the Guild. Coincidentally, he met his wife there!

- He strikes me as a guy who owns a copy of "A Pickle For the Knowing Ones". If you don't know what that is, please look it up. I promise it's worth it.

- Makes too many dad jokes. John and Nathaniel officially want him dead.

- He forgets to sleep. He just forgets. Even though he looks like he died and got resurrected without prior notice and everyone in the Guild is asking him if he had a breakdown, he forgets to sleep.

Hermine Melville 🐋

- At some point in his life, he lived in the Pacific Islands.

- Hiking enthusiast. He likes the mountain terrain a lot.

- His office smells like smoke. No one knows why. It just does.

- Not much about him to be honest. I wish there was more screentime for him. <//3

#the guild bsd #louisa may alcott #nathaniel hawthorne #mark twain #john steinbeck #francis scott fitzgerald #edgar allan poe #margaret mitchell #hp lovecraft #lucy maud montgomery #herman melville #vexs usual yapping

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snazzilystoopid · 1 year ago

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The Ninja ft. Their musical preferences/hcs

Here are my hcs on what type of music each ninja prefers, plus a few extra bits!!

Enjoy hehe

Kai

You'll never find someone who loves rap more than him

His favourite song is Candy Shop and he uses its audio to all the thirst traps he makes 😭

(Yes I hc that he makes thirst traps)

He had a phase where he listened to Pass Out by Tinie Tempah on repeat

He got so embarrassed because he got caught singing along to the Boy's a Liar pt 2

Jay didn't let him live it down for like a week

Other than rap he likes the songs I Love You Hoe, Narcissistic Personality Disorder

Cole introduced those songs to him

He definitely uses the rose gold Beats headphones

Skylor borrows them all the time

Jay

Kpop. Just Kpop.

He legit forced Nya to go out to get the BTS meal with him

Lit by Oneus used to be his favourite song, now it's The Feels by Twice

He HATES Stray Kids

He stans BTS, Twice, Dreamcatcher and NCT

If not Kpop, then The Weekend

Stargirl Interlude>>

Him and Cole woke everybody up singing this song at the top of their lungs at like 2AM

He sings into Nya's hairbrush

When he's feeling extra romantic and confident he'll sing "I just wanna see you shine, because I know you are a stargirl" to Nya

He sounds terrible but she loves it

He owns a bunch of lightsticks

A proud photocards collector

Bash any if his favourite artists on twitter/chirp and he won't hold back. Trust me.

When The Feels was first released he cried like a baby because that day they had a mission and he couldn't find his airpods

The poor boy was so upset he couldn't listen to it but Cole offered his headphones to him

He broke them and Cole nearly smashed his face in but dw Zane fixed it because he's wonderful

Zane

Zane loves classical music, he taught himself to play the violin and he plays it for Pixal in their free time

Classical is his favourite genre, but he's an all-rounder

He doesn't listen to music much so he just has one playlist with a bunch of completely different songs

Loves a bit of Florence + The Machine

Pixal introduced her songs to him

He has so many favourites in the classical genre but outside of it his favourite song is probably Spectrum by Florence + The Machine

He and Pixal dance to the song 2002

It's her favourite song and whenever they go on dates Zane makes sure to play it when they're driving back home afterwards

Cole

He's probably going deaf bc his headphones are on like 24/7 (I also forgot to mention he's a DJ in my Cole hcs)

His headphones are personalised

Evolved from a nightcore kid to a slowed + reverb teen/young adult

The others sometimes spy on him while he's singing to the music when he's alone, because he'll never sing in front of anyone and his voice is angelic

His favourite songs are #brooklynbloodpop and Am I Dreaming (from atsv), but dw he's got WAY more favourites

Fluxxwave, CRYSTALS, Luxxid Diamondz, Kurxxed Emeraldz, yeah those type of songs but slowed + reverb

He loves some soft rock aswell

Slowed songs bring out his romantic side, you'll definitely find him sitting by a window while he's blasting the slowed version of What Do You Mean into his ears

Or you'll come across him laying on his bed with his eyes closed, you can hear the slowed Cruel Summer by Taylor Swift from his headpones even though you're literally at the door

Thats how loud it is

AC/DC>>>> HE LOVES THIS BAND SM HE COULD TALK ABT IT FOR HOURS

He owns a bunch of their merch as well

Nya

SZA FOR LIFEEEE

All The Stars and Good Days>>>>

You can hear SZA songs coming from her room all the time and everyone gets sick of it

Obsessed with Rihanna songs as well

OH NA NA WHATS MY NAMEEE

ahem anyways

She loves it when Jay sings to her even though he sounds like a dying cat

MARINA. SHE LOVES MARINA.

The family jewels, How to be a heartbreaker, Hermit the frog, she could go on and on

Also PinkPantheress>>

It's rare, but she sings along to her songs sometimes and her voice is actually beautiful

Lloyd

ONE OF THE BIGGEST SWIFTIES IN ALL OF NINJAGO

Like 75% of his main playlist is just Taylor Swift

Molly (forgotten remix) is his favourite song

He loves going out on drives late at night while blasting this song out of the speakers

He's almost as bad as Cole, he plugs in his ears with his earphones literally all the time but doesn't play music that loud

Style by Taylor Swift>>>>

Argues with Cole about whether it should be"He looks so pretty like the devil" or "He looks up grinning like a devil" from Cruel Summer

He thinks it's the first one

He also loves Middle by DJ Snake

He used to listen to Galantis a lot but Kai bullied him for it

(Little does he know Kai used to sing Runaway (U and I) in the shower almost everyday)

That is all! So sorry that these are all so random 😭

Their music tastes are really messy and chaotic just like them hehe

I hope yall enjoyed this though 🤭

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secondgenerationnerd · 11 months ago

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Cool stuff! I would like to see jais reaction to that stuff lol

How about Damian Wayne next

Of course!

Imma say this right now—Damian Wayne is a fucking cat. As the proud momma of two kitties, both with attitudes, he loves on his own terms, has hard won trust, and seeks affection when HE wants it. Selina jokes it’s how she won him over so quickly.

Speaking of, Selina is his mother in every way but biologically. She carried him to bed once when he fell asleep in the library. After tucking him in, she started to leave, but he grabbed her hand. He mumbled something in Arabic, which she didn’t understand, but sat with him until he was fast asleep.

Years later, she’d be telling the story of him calling her “mother” for the first time after Helena was born. He corrected her and said that wasn’t the first time. “The first was that night you carried me to bed. I said ‘Don’t go yet, Mama.’ And you stayed…”

He has issues showing a lot of affection, so his love language tends to be acts of service (I.e. Milagro and Colin are never scheduled for early morning patrols on Sundays so they can attend Mass, he always comments that it’s nearly lunch time when the twins are struggling with food and suggests their favorite restaurants for take out, leaves doodles of cats for Mar’i in her room, etc)

The same campaign Jon was a Hick elf, Damian was a traditional one. They acted as cousins and were menaces to Jai, the Dm for that campaign.

When I say Damian loves art, that feels too small. For him, it’s a chance to create something beautiful; when he’s been taught for so long to destroy. He’s always trying different art mediums. He loves to sketch his teammates when they don’t know—Colin asleep on the couch, Lian tuning her guitar, Irey curled up in bed reading, Mar’i mid turn as she dances through the living room, Jon cooking and humming to him, Milagro knitting and watching Telenovelas, etc

He also plays the violin, something he becomes more comfortable doing around people as he ages. Him, Lian, and Jai have played together before and it was a lovely sound

There’s a handful of people he loves so unconditionally it hurts and one is Helena, his little sister. When she was about 6 and he was nearly 17, she had an anaphylactic reaction to pineapple. Thankfully the titans were over and Jaime helped her through it. The way Damian held her afterwards, like he was scared she would disappear without a trace

To him, animals are easier than humans. They have no alterior motives.

Boy is definitely somewhere on the autism spectrum, let’s be real, aint none of them neurotypical.

If you touch any of the girls he knows, without their consent, he will remove your hands. Period.

He’s actually Sapiosexual! He is sexually attracted to intelligence and when I tell you Jai was smug about that 😂😂

He has a scar over his heart where Heretic killed him. It’s the one scar of his Irey has issues touching

He and Irey are both very big readers. As I said, Irey likes her dark romance. Damian simply asks she marks any pages that inspire her. I will let you do with that information as you will

When he struggles with what he did as a child, he goes to Cass and Jason. They both understand and give him space to grieve

Keeps his hair cut short due to trauma of having his head YANKED to watch horrors.

He and Lian both struggle with people’s perceptions of them, due to who their mothers are.

His “nonsexual slutty moment”? Back from a gala, jacket off, still in the vest, tie loosened, first button or two undone on his shirt, sleeves rolled up.

#mar'i grayson #irey west #lian harper #damian wayne #jai west #milagro reyes #jon kent #speeddemon #helena wayne #selina wayne #selina kyle #omega squad #colin wilkes

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adrinoir · 2 years ago

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Lesbian Headcanons pt.3: Alya

OKAY. So - to SOME of you - this might sound like a strange character to make a lesbian headcanon about. BUT I have to because I seriously thought she was before she got with Nino, plus this is my blog anyways 😂

So enjoy this one, fellow Alyanette shippers!

She's definitely had girl crushes

Alya fangirls hardcore over a few of the show's superheroes - Ladybug and Majestia (if I’m remembering her name correctly?) Like, c’mon. She created an entire blog dedicated to Ladybug! Sure, it focuses on Cat Noir too, but it’s the LADYblog and it’s obvious she’s always been more enthralled with Ladybug. Also recently, she straight up just went with Kitty Noire’s flirty behavior towards her?? Like ALYA.

Also, you can’t tell me she doesn’t have some hidden romantic feelings for Marinette (tbf most people in the show have crushes on Marinette). She likes Ladybug = she likes Marinette. She’s constantly there for her, even more than she is for Nino a good portion of the time - I’ll talk about that more in the next section. She knows Marinette like the back of her hand. For instance, in Gang of Secrets, she was the only one who was able to see through Marinette’s bullshit when she tried playing off her mistake of pushing her friends away as just her being heartbroken. Was she heartbroken? Yes, of course, BUT Alya knew there was more to it than just that. So with that being said….(look at the title of the next section)

She’s closer with Marinette than she is with Nino

So, I’m personally all about friendships and romantic relationships being just as important as one another - this is something important my partner taught me and something that’s easy for me to understand as someone on the aromantic spectrum. However, I’ve noticed it’s not commonly understood or taught to a lot of people. Often times the significant other is placed on a higher pedestal. I believe it’s a heteronormative stereotype that a lot of people follow.

(Also just as a disclaimer: it’s fine if you feel comfortable being closer with your SO than your friends. I’m not saying it isn’t! I’m just pointing out this is a common thing I’ve noticed about hetero relationships and that I personally value my friendships just as much as my SO’s.)

So, if Alya grew up being indirectly taught/shown “the significant other is higher and closer than your friends,” then she either 1) doesn’t follow this or 2) likes Marinette more than Nino but doesn’t realize (or doesn’t want to believe it).

Because hear me out. There’s no denying her and Marinette have this special bond that’s unlike any other in the show. It’s such a close one that - need I remind you - Marinette entrusted Alya first above everyone else to reveal her secret identity to. And Alya never once risked telling anyone this secret, not even to Nino who she says she could never lie to.

She didn’t even once consider dating Nino until talking with him one-on-one

Okay, so don’t get me wrong, I love good ol DJ-Wifi, and the way they ended up getting together was hilarious. But, also consider, Alya had no romantic interest in Nino prior to being thrown into a zoo cage with him. In fact, she put him in the “I see him as a brother” box.

When he had the failed attempt of confessing to Marinette and said “your best friend Alya” instead, Alya got annoyed, and that’s when she had said to Marinette that she sees him like a brother.

I also feel they got together really quickly. Like, there was no build up over time. They got put alone together once and then BOOM now they’re dating. Seems a bit strange, right?

I feel like her behavior mirrors Kagami’s in a way; there’s those bits of comphet behavior. Like I had mentioned in Kagami’s part of my lesbian headcanons, common comphet behavior can be mistaking a friendship with a kind guy as romantic connection. There’s that possibility that Alya made that same mistake.

Alya's outfit

Do I even need to say this? She not only has the butch lez stereotypical plaid flannel-type of shirt but it's also ALL of the colors of the lesbian pride flag.

It's reddish orange, orange, white, pinkish purple, and fuschia. It's like what I had mentioned in Chloe's part of the lesbian headcanons about Zoe having all the same colors as the pansexual pride flag.

Conclusion

There’s a lot of signs Alya is lesbian despite the fact that she’s dating Nino. Just because she’s dating Nino doesn’t necessarily even mean she’s straight or into guys. It certainly didn’t stop me from writing this headcanon. I also totally ship Alyanette and Kittybella/Scaranoire.

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the-cat-at-the-theatre-door · 2 years ago

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Here's a question for you--which cats do you think come from really big families, and how well do they get along with their siblings?

Jennyanydots came from a really big family for certain - she was one of 13 total kittens. She was somewhere in the middle-ish of 8 queens (5 elder and 3 younger) from her mother's first mate. After her father and mother parted ways and her stepdad came into the picture, she got a whole new four younger siblings, three of them being the only toms in the whole bunch (a set of twins and the baby). Jenny gets along with her siblings to the extent that most cats do - she favours some over others, some are more annoying than others, etc.; but she would drop everything and anything she was doing for any of them at any time (she was very much a "Hey, only *I* can make fun of them like that, watch it, buster" type of sister). Home life was very loud and very chaotic, but in a way that was about as organized as you can make a group of 13 kittens at various stages of development). Being the big lady in charge meant that there were plenty of cats available for her to boss around (including her older sisters), and that was often the sound that first greeted visitors to the Junkyard when Agrona's brood was hanging around the clearing.

Skimbleshanks' family wasn't particularly *large*, but he had four older sisters (three from one litter, and then the fourth was born a few years before him). He was treated very much as a doll as a young kitten, with his triplet eldest sisters doing the cat equivalent of pushing him around in a pram (I supposed carrying him around by the scruff) and dressing him in their doll clothes and putting his hair in ribbons. He didn't particularly mind the doting when he was very young, but when he got a little older, he was struggling out of their grip and running from them when they asked if he wanted to "play" (which just meant getting him involved in more of whatever they wanted to do in ways that were, frankly, humiliating). They also used to try and persuade him and Madeline into doing things for them so they would take the fall if it went sour (Everlasting forbid their grandmother caught them doing anything). His favourite sister (and by favourite, I mean she and he basically grew up together at the same time so fire-forged friends) was Madeline - they used to chase chickens together, and she was the one who tagged along with him on his first train ride.

Technically speaking, Tugger and Munkustrap come from a relatively larger group of scattered half-siblings, though they never particularly met many - if any - of Deuteronomy's older children. They had long since moved up and on when they were born, so relationship wise, they're pretty much non-existent in their memories or their acquaintanceship. The relationship between the two of them specifically is...complicated.

Also on the technicality spectrum, Jellylorum has fostered dozens of kittens, so Etcetera has considered nearly half the Junkyard youngins her "siblings" at one point - she is a very responsible sister and Junkyard guide and takes her duty very seriously and only holds them upside down because they are slippery and teaches them crocodile tears *for emergencies*, obviously (she's obsessed with her big brother Mungojerrie on the other paw and would trail after him all the time, everyday, until he started branching off from the nursery and then the Junkyard altogether).

#i subscribe to the idea that jellicle cats are 'special' cats in that many of them just have one or two kittens at a time #and there are some that operate more in litters but just as many that don't - it depends on the queen in question #Jennyanydots #Skimbleshanks #and others #my headcanons #jellicles ask because jellicles dare #anonymous

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magic-hcs · 2 years ago

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Would love a matchup~

Some basics:

-She/her

-5.7" (172cm) tall

-Fair skinned, blue eyes, blond medium length hair, glasses, a bit of soft squishy chub

-Pansexual

Who am I?

I'm on the autism spectrum, so I'm often shy and quiet to begin with, especially in crowds. Unless you mention something I'm interested/passionate about then expect sparkles as I rant. Then get profusely embarrassed and blushy after said rant. Never out and about without my earbuds/headphones, listening to music keeps me from getting over stimulated.

I love to dye my hair all sorts of colors. I mostly tend to stick to reds and purples, but occasionally change things up with another color, blue, green, pink, rainbow. Would totally dye my hair the same color as their magic for fun.

Don't follow fashion trends, I wear what I like. Can go from wearing all black to colourful outfits. Likes layers, often wear dresses and skirt. Lots of knitted clothes. Soft cottagecore. Doesn't wear much makeup day to day, but when I'm going out or during special occasions I'll go all out and look absolutely bomb every time. Self conscious about my looks and struggle a bit with my body but still try to wear what I want.

I prefer home dates, but love to every now and then go out, cinema, go out to eat, shopping, hiking or other fun activities that's not too high energy*.

Struggle with ME*(chronic fatigue syndrome), so I have good days and bad days. Only have really bad days if I push myself too much physically. Mostly just manage to move myself from bed to couch. So wont always be able to keep up with chores or go out when I have bad days. Try to do some crafts but don't always have the energy for it. Despite it all I have a positive outlook and always try my best to make the best of the day.

I'm bad at initiating physical touch at first, but I love being close to my partner. You know I'm crushing on somone when I start leaving touches and once we're steady I'll start leaning into them for comfort when I'm getting overstimulated. They become my safe haven. Mostly just physical with a partner. Love being together and touching in some way, if were doing something together or doing separate things in the same space. Arms touching, leaning into each other, head/legs on lap. If their head is on my lap and I have a free hand, I will be softly caress their head, chest or somewhere else. Occasionally I will need some alone time to decompress.

Very creative and have all sorts of creative hobbies. Always interested in learning new things and can often spend hours learning and watching videos of my current hyperfixation.

I run my own little online store were I sell my creations.

On to my hobbies, I'll make this short and sweet~

-Knitting, Crochet, Jewelry making, Beading, Clay, Painting, Resin, Sticker making, Graphic design, Illustration, Video games(pc, switch), movies and series(live action and animated), Reading, Writing, Baking, Sewing, Photography, 3D design, Playing my Kalimba(thumb piano)

- I love to collect cute things, figures, trinkets, miniatures, plushies, scented candles, essential oils and fairy lights. Have way too many soft, fluffy blankets and pillows.

My love language for giving is quality time and gifts(love to give handmade gifts to people I love), for receiving it's acts of service and gifts(I don't care about expensive stuff, just the fact they saw something no mater what it is and thought of me enough to buy/make, gives me the big fuzzies).

A deal breaker for me is bad hygiene, especially not washing those hands or regularly brush their teeth (this might lean more towards humans rather then skeleton monsters). Somone who doesn't like animals, I come with at least 2 cats and a dog. Wants to have pet rats again.

I love when my hair is played with, having somone run their fingers through my hair and/or messaging my scalp and I'll immediately turn into a puddle. Absolutely adore the sound of purring, one of the best sounds in the world.

Dislike strong smells and hard, stiff fabrics. Haven't worn jeans in over 10 years.

Not particularly any physical traits I'm attracted to, it's all about their personality. I love someone who can make me laugh, someone who I can be silly with. Somone who will help and support me during my bad days without complaint. Somone who I can relax and be lazy with, but also somone who can push me a bit to go out more, small daily walks (love a little quiet nature walks).

I'm ok with multiple matches and love me a cute poly~

Can't wait to see who you match me with 💚 Hopefully I didn't rant on to much >w<;;

Gonna start off and say I love your essay about yourself, organized enough to make finding stuff I need easier! And you don’t have to worry, you didn’t rant too much!

Let’s do this!

Matchups are closed!

~~matching…~~matching~….~matching~~…~DING~

You match with Syrup!

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(US Papyrus): Syrup:

I feel like Syrup knew you from one of his brother’s short lived clubs (Sky loves trying out all kinds of hobbies but to prevent him getting too bored of it he cycles through them) or from his D&D club/campaigns. So Syrup sees you around sometimes, at first he hadn’t talked to you often, he heard all kinds of good stuff about you from Sky so he got curious. Then one day he or his brother mention something and you start gushing. And oh boy, oh boy, Syrup practically sees you start to glow as you rant, and then you get embarrassed and blushy and Syrup can’t help but find you adorable. He acts on the urge to make a joke to lighten up the situation and brush off your embarrassment because there’s no need to be embarrassed about ranting about things you love. And your laugh is like music to his non-existing ears.

You guys become the best of friends, I can tell you that. Syrup encourages you to use your headphones/earbuds to help you out from getting overstimulated. He gets it, his own coping mechanism to deal with overwhelm-ness, stress and frustration is to suck on lollipops. Everyone got their own things. Very early on you two made a system where Syrup either draws your attention by waving when he wants to talk to you, or he sends a message to the device you’re currently using to draw your attention. It’s so neither of you get frustrated.

As everyone knows, Syrup is one clumsy boy. So he falls often. Meaning he can fall into a crush quite easily. It’s a tiny crush that makes him a bit more clumsy and stuttery/easily flustered but those he can get over quickly. However as he gets to know you, he trips further and ends up falling hard.

He loves the colors you dye your hair in. Syrup likes to guess what new color you’re dying your hair with. If you dye your hair the same color as Syrup’s magic then you succeeded in crashing his system! He straight up freezes as his entire face erupts in a darkish orange color and a high pitched whistle leaves him.

Loves anything you wear. I’m legit, this boy believes you’re gorgeous, he adores you in whatever you choose to wear. As long as you like it and are comfortable in it. Be prepared to get your chub worshiped because come on, an amazing pillow is right there and it’s made of you. Syrup would be crazy to not love that.

While we are on the topic, he loves to nap on you.

The moment you give him any sign of an ok he’s all over you with touch. Syrup is a cuddle bug true and through, you can’t change my mind. However before you two are together, it’s more small touches and sitting closer together. The moment you guys are together he goes full on cuddles and snuggles. He blushes while he initiates contact at first but the more he does it the less flustered he gets. Until you start initiating touch back. Syrup goes straight back to being flustered. The first time you leaned on him he swears he had died and gone to heaven or something.

Syrup too sometimes needs his alone time.

On the bad days Syrup will either just join you on the couch or message you memes and joke around to make you smile.

Once he learns you have your own store he’s buying stuff from it, he already loves stuff you make he just wanna show his support. That being said, if you made him something he will treasure it forever.

He likes animals and he wouldn’t mind pets, him and Sky were planning to get a dog anyways. He loves to play with your critters.

This boy will deadass giggle at your blunt/brutally honest comments. He loves that a lot about you.

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#200 followers matchup event #matchup event #matchup #undertale #papyrus #undertale x reader #underswap papyrus x reader #underswap papyrus #underswap #syrup #papyrus x reader

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mallowmaenad · 1 year ago

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Patricia Taxxon Album Tier List

Here is my defininitive "that's like, just my opinion, man." tier list of Patricia Taxxon's discography, despite what she's said I found a lot of her pre-little spoon stuff interesting and I was noticing a lot of albums seemed related to each other, I can tell why she's annoyed Punk is so highly rated, she's done a lot of interesting and good plunderphonics albums that I think independently make good thematic points. I bullied Aeroplane and Xanthan Gum a lot on this list, moving them around between A, B and C as I changed my mind so I gave them a couple more listens to be sure. TECHDOG felt like such a bulwark, a lot of times when I was rating these I was thinking "It's good, but is it better than TECHDOG?"

Honestly I had a lot of weird feelings as I dug deeper into this, I have a weird anti-parasocial relationship with artists I like, any time I rated one of her older works higher than something more recent I felt a tinge of guilt as I imagined her getting offended at me for it. A lot of her older stuff is very somber and painful in a specific way I can empathize with and some of what Taxxon has said about making art really shines through her experiences with these albums. I don't want to say I feel closer to her or that I know her because, well as I said earlier, but it was exciting and fun to get to connect the dots.

My rating system obviously got a little unhinged so I guess I'll explain it if anyone actually gives a shit im not an art critic or something im just an unemployed house cat who loves music:

Not My Thing But Not Bad Per Se: Albums that fall into a genre I find too "out there" to understand or approach with "I dislike how this sounds but can understand that someone out there would really enjoy this, it's just not me" this is pretty much entirely all of her Drone stuff, I'm a big fan of Drone Metal but when it comes to pure Drone at best it's a bit boring and at worst it hurts my ears and brain in a way I don't enjoy.

D: Albums I actively disliked, I wanted to give these a fair shake but the idea of listening through them again just to be sure put a bad taste in my mouth. As part of this I also watched Arbuckle and the video essay The Killer was scored for, and I didn't really enjoy The Killer and associated it with parts of HBomberGuy's video that I intensely disliked. The only good thing I can say about it is that it's a Vsauce type beat. Trickle Down is a slightly more than okay album that shoots itself in the foot twice. I have a feeling both of these vibes for these albums could be intentional but that would require assuming the thought process of two youtubers I've never met before.

C: Okay, inoffensive, if I passed you the aux capable and you started playing these I wouldn't really feel one way or the other, the strongest feeling I get from these albums is "I don't get it" towards the end of the spectrum and "I could imagine shopping at a forever 21 to this music" at the start of it. I did not play Soul Waste as part of rating its score, sorry.

B: Pretty nice, I don't know if I could "jam" to it but I like the ideas these albums present and a lot of them I consider okay with two or three really good tracks, basically the antithesis of what I think about Trickle Down, I could see a lot of these being someone else's S-tiers

A: Very good, albums I will seek out and listen to in the future on a regular basis, albums that make me bob my head and say "fuck yeah I love this part!"

A+: Closer to an "honorable mentions" section of albums I think are amazing but fall just short of S tier for certain reasons, I think Pix and Bit is a very definitive PT album that showcases her style well, listening to all of these brought me a lot of joy.

As Good As Sex: The reason why Inhumane isn't in S tier is because I might have enjoyed it a little too much. It was an amazing sensory and psychological experience for me, but the album is also older and comes off as depressed and insecure in a raw way, I feel like if this album was a girl I'd think about flirting with it and asking it out but I know that she's not really in a good place right now to enter a serious relationship and doesn't take compliments well, but deep down, I still love her. I enjoyed spending time with her a lot.

S: Basically an A that I could feel on a deeper level and understand its themes, something more than just a vibe and get a full, satisfying understanding of. Stuff I could personally sympathize with or brought back certain feelings or memories all the while I was having a good time. I think part of why I said my B tier could be someone else's S tier is that I felt this way about Sir Pentagon but didn't think it was as good in other regards.

I don't have much to say about my Top 3 that isn't already obvious if you've listened to those albums. I'm an autistic transgender kitty cat that has struggled and failed in both art and relationships and my fucked up brain makes me call people I love nicknames that make people feel icky and I have gross autistic kinky kitty cat sex and that's fun but its also probably partially due to a lot of private and bleak circumstances of my life I don't want to talk about.

I think if you want to Get Into Patricia Taxxon I wouldn't recommend going down the list here from best to worst, I'd say start with Doremon and Pix & Bit, definetly Agnes and Hilda if you have the time, it gives you a good spread of her style if you don't have an entire day to chug TECHDOG 1-7, and unless you have a taste for outsider art or okayish bedroom pop-y vaporwavey indie stuff listen to her own words and don't pay her discography that came out before Little Spoon much mind, but I personally enjoyed a lot of it and it has a sound she doesn't really have anymore in her more polished stuff.

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#stories_iceofqueensword

June 1996, Korea

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— How old is she?

— Two and half. But... I don't understand... Why psychiatrist, when she is refusing to eat?

In a doctor's office there were two men and a little girl, who was looking too busy, placing shoes in a known for her only way. She was looking so serious, that you could mistake her for a president, if she was older.

The doctor, let's call him mister N, said:

— Yes. It's my responsibility. If I got you right, she is refusing to eat anything, but her usual food?

Another man in this room, looking nothing like mister N with sharp, dark cat eyes, was fixing his light straw hair endlessly. He was looking confused and nervous.

— You know... She is a very positive child usually. But sometimes... She is getting serious and fixing things, placing it in order like now. She is very communicative. Likes to play with other children, likes to create something new... My daughter is full of energy usually! I don't know what's happened to her! — the man was almost crying, sounded desperate.

Mister N looked at him with disapproval.

— She is usual now. This is also your daughter. You should be careful with your words to not make her think there's something wrong with her.

— But... If everything is right... Why are we here then?

The doctor looked at his patient's father strictly again.

— Because your daughter is not completely disabled. Still she needs a special treatment. I am 90% sure she is on a spectrum. In other words, she has autism.

The man with light hair looked at the doctor condescendingly.

— My daughter... autistic? Sorry, but I am a scientist myself, there's no signs in her. Also she is very social sometimes! Just... Not all the time. But!.. Autistic? No way!

Mister N seemed straight up annoyed by the arrogance of his so called colleague.

— If you are old enough... How old are you, by the way?

— 25. Will be this year.

— So... You are 25, yet you don't understand simple things. If your daughter haven't showed any signs before, it doesn't mean she doesn't have it. It could happen much later, and you should be thankful for this opportunity. It could be much worse! Usually signs are becoming clear after stress. What happened to your family recently?

— We moved places. Again.

— Hm... And you have no idea that it was a stress for her?

— Yes, but... Listen: I've seen autistic kids, they are nothing like my daughter! She is very smart, while they are... just staring at the wall...

The doctor couldn't hide a grin. The girl was literally staring at the wall, counting patterns. Her father became angry.

— Oh, Jesus... Yeah, but... I can't believe it!.. We started from eating issue to come here...

He was fixing his hair with hands, only making it more messy.

The doctor cooled down.

— Well, you shouldn't worry much. I think she will be perfect with every scheme, don't trigger her with unclear instructions, "maybe", "I am not sure" and so on. As for everything else... She may appear weird for others, but nothing serious. Still I recommend you to make her go to school later or don't make her go to a school at all. I recommend you to consider a home education.

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slithymomerath · 1 year ago

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I have so many FEELINGS about this.

Harry Potter (disclaimer, I’m trans, JKR bad):

Hermione should’ve had frizzy hair and buck teeth. It was a plot point in the story, because kids would make fun of her for it, and she gave herself a makeover for the Yule Ball and it made Harry and Ron realize she’s a girl (lol), and at one point she got her teeth magically shrunk. It’s part of the story that she struggles with how our world sees beauty and how girls are held under that standard, as well as how they can defy it (even before any magic beauty treatments, she was the smartest and most talented girl in her year, and people acknowledged that).

Game of Thrones:

Tyrion being ugly is a major plot point. It fuels a lot of his self-esteem issues, as well as his constant fear/belief that no one will ever really love him without being incentivized with money or power. Look how sexy the actor is in the show, are you seriously telling me no one wants to get with that man? Tyrion believes he’s a monster, that he’s twisted and deformed and unloveable and all of this is connected to him killing his mother through the tragedy of his birth. GRRM describes him explicitly multiple times as ugly. Tyrion’s relationships with Shae and Tysha occur through this lens, and he later chastises himself for being naive for ever believing that someone could truly love him. His looks are also the main reason Sansa treats him like he has some sort of plague after they’re married. I feel so much more deeply sympathetic towards him because of his ugliness. If he’s actually just insecure, his character falls flat.

Lemonade Mouth: A little more obscure, but I was SO. MAD. when I watched the Disney Channel movie after loving the book. The entire!!! book!!! is about average kids who span the spectrum from attractive to ugly and are explicitly described as so, coming together to start a movement for outsiders and unpopular kids. They make music that’s unusual and non-pop and they don’t have any stage charisma but they’re still strangely compelling. I have no words for how thoroughly Disney fucked in the ass the entire message and soul of this story. They replaced the cast of awkward misfit teens (several of whom were fat or at least non-skinny) with

The lead singer, Olivia, especially infuriates me. If I remember correctly, she’s fat and has crippling shyness that makes her vomit before shows and almost refuse to go on. She has the opposite of stage presence. Look at this screenshot again and feel my rage. This whole book was for me, for us, and it was taken away and shredded up into just another clone for the popular kids to play with. In the book, Lemonade Mouth’s most popular song was “Skinny Nancy”, about Olivia’s dying cat. It was described as “hauntingly beautiful”. In the movie, their most popular song is “Determinate”, a pop number with lyrics that are technically about being anxious, but which sounds like this (wait for the beat drop):

youtube

Yeah. I hate this phenomenon. Please stop extracting the souls of ugly characters and turning them into sexy zombies.

too many movies have been ruined by not casting ugly people

#reblog with more examples if you have them #how to train your dragon also does this #books #booklr #lemonade mouth #harry potter #game of thrones #hermione granger #tyrion lannister #campost #Youtube

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underground-monarch · 2 years ago

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I posted 1,625 times in 2022

That's 975 more posts than 2021!

100 posts created (6%)

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I tagged 1,619 of my posts in 2022

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My Top Posts in 2022:

fellas I came to an epiphany in the Trafficsona Central Discord server, and then spent about 20 minutes making this

I’m pretty sure I got all the red life skins from all 3 series, apologies if I missed any. Also, for a few of them the placement is a fight between how the skin objectively looks and how the character was actually played or just general vibes, so feel free to disagree :]

[Image ID 1: a Discord message from ‘shadow’ (me), reading “there is a triangle spectrum of red life skins: at one corner, the hot villain and the elegant badass; at another, the wet cat and the sad-and-scared-of-death; and finally, the completely beaten up and unrecognisable as a living human anymore”. End ID]

[Image ID 2: a triangle graph, with the corners labelled as described above; within the triangle, 19 namemc images of players’ red life skins from 3rd Life, Last Life and Double Life are scattered. End ID]

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- Scar brings a giant-sized jellie to the elven tree to meet the hermits - :] they have a good time /fluff <3

Scar knew that he and Jellie would always find each other in every world. That’s just the way the universe worked. Always, without fail, they would be reunited.

What Scar didn’t know, however, was that this time would be a little bit different.

It was in the jungle that he found her. He was out on a mission for resources to expand his magical elven tree base, and a huge grin spread across his face when he saw her through the foliage.

“Jellie!” he called excitedly, dropping his bag and holding his arms wide. “Come here, girl! Come to Scar!”

At the sound of his voice she turned, and with a joyous “mrrow!” she hurried through the undergrowth towards him, knocking aside bamboo stalks and trampling bushes.

“Look at you!” Scar wrapped his arms around her as she reached him, burying his face in her soft fur and breathing in her familiar scent. “Who’s been feeding you so well while I was gone, hmm?”

“Mrrow!” Jellie bumped her head gently against his chest, almost knocking Scar off-balance.

Scar smiled. “Come on then, Jellie; let’s get you home. I can’t wait to show the others!”

“Oh Grian~!” Scar sang, approaching the man’s starter base. “Look who I found~!”

“Who? Hold on, give me a moment…” There was the sound of chests closing from within the building, and then Grian appeared in the doorway. His eyes widened as they fixed on a spot next to Scar’s head. “Woah!”

“I know, right?!” Scar turned and raised his hand to stroke Jellie’s shoulder.

“Is that really her?” Grian asked, taking a step closer.

“Yep!”

“Oh, wow!” Grian reached out towards Jellie, who sniffed his offered hand before leaning forwards and headbutting his chest gently, as she had with Scar. Grian was also nearly knocked over, but he hugged her face to support himself. “Hello, Jellie! Look how big you are!”

“Grian! You can’t say that to a lady!” Scar chided jokingly.

“Sorry,” Grian giggled, “but look at her! She’s like the size of a panda!” He was now giving Jellie scritches under her chin, and her purring was almost loud enough to make the ground vibrate. “What do you think happened to make her like this?” Grian asked, turning to Scar.

Scar spread his arms, half shrugging and half gesturing to his own altered appearance. “A little bit of magic, that’s all.”

Grian rolled his eyes and grinned, still petting the giant cat. “Of course. What else.”

There was a pause, interrupted only by Jellie’s purring.

“You know,” Grian said, “at this size, you might even be able to ride her.”

“Ooh, that would definitely be fun!” Scar’s face lit up even brighter.

“Yeah, a lot of fun. And definitely much less likely to kill you than elytra!”

“Oh, very funny, G-man,” Scar chuckled. Then he asked, “You don’t happen to have a spare saddle, do you?”

“Probably somewhere, or we can borrow Donk’s.” Grian grinned mischievously. “I can’t wait to see this!”

This was fun to write, I hope you like it! :D Also posted on AO3

Prompt format from this post - please send me more!

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My #1 post of 2022

Martyn said he's never had a good time on Rocket Spleef before this event

sir... you realise who you have on your team? you are not immune to having good times with Scar

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#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #love that my longest tag js just zalgo lol

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chasing-classics · 4 years ago

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Our Little Secret Sessions- Nate Jacobs x Reader (2)

Pairing(s): Nate Jacobs x Reader

Warning(s): SMUT, language, toxic relationships, older reader, NON-CON

Summary: After landing a job as the high school’s new counselor you settle into your new home, unaware of what danger lurks just outside your front door. In Part Two, you meet another one of your students, only to be interrupted by the boy next door.

Part 1

A couple of weeks had passed since your encounter with Nate, but the fear of what the teenage was capable of remained fresh in your mind. You could never forget the dominant, controlling look in his eyes when he had threatened you in your office. Since then, you had been unable to sleep properly and you found yourself constantly looking over your shoulder. On the bright side, you had not encountered him face-to-face since that day, but his presence could always be felt never too far away. He was like some sort of predator, a beast lurking in a dense jungle. Eyes sharp and ready to go in for the kill at any moment.

‘’Um miss?’’ a voice broke you out of your thoughts.

You quickly snapped your head up, sitting straight up in your office chair as a young girl stood in the doorway. She was average height for her age, dark hair, glamorous makeup, and full lips. You had seen her walking down the hall a few times, an air of confidence always surrounding her. She reminded you of the girls you hated when you were in high school.

‘’I’m so sorry, please come in,’’ you extended your hand, gesturing to one of the empty chairs or the couch in front of your desk. She nodded, shutting the door behind her as she made herself comfortable.

‘’I’m sorry, I’m still getting used to everything here. I’m Miss y/l/n,’’ you held out your hand for her to shake. She looked down at it before slowly returning the gesture. Whether she just wasn’t used to people being polite to her or she just didn’t like you, you weren’t sure.

‘’Maddy,’’ she replied, her expression unreadable.

‘’Well how can I help you Maddy?’’ you offered a kind smile despite her semi-cold attitude.

Her eyes flickered, searching for the right words to express her thoughts. Your brow furrowed as she visibly struggled.

‘’This is a safe place Maddy, whatever you tell me stays between us,’’ you encouraged.

She bit down on her lip, hands twisting and fumbling in her lap as her leg bounced. Finally, she met your concerned gaze with a sigh.

‘’Do you think sexuality is a spectrum?’’ she blurted out.

The question took you back, it taking everything in your for your mouth to stay shut.

‘’Well, in my opinion it certainly can be. There doesn’t necessarily have to be a one-size-fits-all or black and white approach to it. But I really think it depends on you and your preferences-‘’

‘’N-no. Not me,’’ she cut you off, still seemingly nervous. You arched a brow, trying to decipher what she was talking about.

‘’Is everything ok, Maddy?’’

‘’Look there’s this. . .guy who I’m seeing. And I found-‘’

Knocking on your door made the two of you jump. A lump formed in your throat when the handle twisted and the door opened, revealing none other than Nate fucking Jacobs.

You quickly cast a glance at Maddy who, for some reason or another, looked almost as petrified as you felt.

‘’Oh sorry Miss y/l/n, I didn’t know you were busy,’’ Nate practically hissed out the last word as his gaze fell upon Maddy.

‘’Mister Jacobs, I’m with Maddy right now. If you’d like we can schedule a meeting-‘’

‘’No! No, it’s ok, miss. I’ll be late for class anyway,’’ Maddy scrambled to collect her bag and rush out the door.

‘’I can write you a hallpass,’’ your words jumbled, practically pleading with the girl to stay so that you were not left alone with this sociopath. The smirk on Nate’s face made your blood run cold.

Maddy murmured a quick ‘’bye’’ before the door shut closed behind Nate’s lanky figure. He scoffed, steadily turning his attention back to you as you shakily stood.

‘’You can’t just show up like that. I have a job to do and anyone could-‘’

‘’Take your pants off,’’ he abruptly interrupted you.

A pitiful squeak, similar to that of a puny mouse cornered in a snake pit, escaped your lips as the air left your lungs.

‘’What?’’ you felt your heart began to beat faster as Nate took a step towards you after locking your door, sealing your fate.

‘’I said, take your pants off. And bend over your desk,’’ his deep voice shook you to your core.

‘’Nate, please,’’ you whispered, trying to sum up as much courage and dominance as you could as you stood straight and met his terrifying gaze.

He didn’t respond as his hands descended on you. One locked itself onto the back of your neck and played with your hair as the other began to roughly grope your breasts through your flimsy shirt. His mouth pressed rough, hearted kissed onto the column of your neck as his breath fanned hot flames onto your soft skin. You felt paralyzed as his grip tightened, you having to bite your lips from crying out.

You jumped when his large hand made its’ way underneath your shirt and the material of your bra. He easily captured a nipple between his index and middle finger and began to pinch and squeeze and tug on the sensitive bud, expertly rolling it however way he sought fit.

‘’L-leave,’’ you whispered. Half of you was praying and the other was making a rather pathetic attempt to reestablish authority over him.

‘’If I walk out that door, everyone will know how you slept with a student,’’ he threatened, biting at the soft juncture between your neck and shoulder, making you hiss in pain.

‘’I didn’t know!’’ you whimpered, cursing the way your body reacted to both his touch and his voice.

Your nipples were overstimulated at this point, any rubbing against your bra or touch from Nate’s fingers had you mewling like a helpless kitten. Your knees locked together as you felt the heat expand downward from your arousal.

‘’The sooner you give in, the sooner I leave. The less chance you have of someone catching us,’’ he groaned, grinding his thickness into your lower abdomen so you felt what was awaiting you.

You let out a shaky breath, nodding slowly as you nervously fumbled with your jeans. Nate all but growled when he saw the delicate lace material that hid your womanhood. His breathing labored and his cock twitched. Since he had last had you he had messed around with Maddy a few times, trying to placate his urges, trying to forget about his attractive new neighbor and school counselor. But something about you, the way you were allured him to you. He found himself craving you, imagining your cries and moans as he thrusted wildly into Maddy. He found himself becoming rougher at the thought of having you once again, all to himself. His little taboo. Today, he found he couldn’t wait any longer and found himself at your office door, ready to continue your secret little sessions.

By the time your jeans had pooled around your ankles and your underwear shortly followed, your boots providing you with a little more height than usual, Nate grew tired of waiting. He shoved your paperwork, cleverly unhooking your phone in case anyone called, and shoved you down by your neck so that your body was painfully bent over the unforgiving surface.

Your cheek pressed against the wood of the desk, your eyes searching for anything to focus on as you tried to block out the jingling of his belt and the sound of his zipper being pulled down. You felt the heat of his cock at your entrance as Nate folded himself onto you, his breath hitting your cheek and neck as his toned abs gently grazed your spine and ass.

‘’Be quiet,’’ he warned, one massive hand wrapping around your face to cover your mouth. You winced as he spit down onto your spread pussy, using his thumb as makeshift lubricate. He hummed in approval at the feel of your arousal and you didn’t need to face him to know he had a chesire cat grin on his pale face. You could feel him retreat his hips before he lunged forward and sheathed his massive dick into your tight canal. You screamed against his hand, although it was practically just muffled mewls given his tight grip as he began rotating his hips, stretching your tightness to welcome whatever he was about to give you.

‘’Shhhh, good girl, look at you taking it like a champ,’’ he mocked as he reluctantly pulled out, only to violently snap forward, your body lunging with his brutal movements.

Tears pricked the corners of your eyes, but you were ashamed to admit they were in pleasure. The feeling of complete fulness outweighed the pain, but you made a pitiful attempt to reach behind you and shove him back. You yelped as his other hand locked your wrists and pinned them to the small of your back, your body helpless and completely on display as Nate continued his brutal pace. He felt every quiver, every squeeze that your sweet pussy gave him. He nearly came within the first few minutes of being inside of you, but he managed to hold off. The way you squealed under him, your smaller body rocking in tune with his thrusts, and the way your tight pink pussy latched onto him to the point he dragged your body back as he pulled out was nothing that he had ever had before. He pressed more of his weight into you, trying to keep his own grunts and moans quiet as he gripped your face and wrists.

‘’So good,’’ he kept repeating in your neck as he hammered into you. The wet noises and sound of his hips violently meeting your backside filled you with fear that someone would come in and catch you. Your squealing and cries slowly transformed into needy moans and whimpers, you faintly acknowledged your juices beginning to drip down your inner thighs and you felt your insides begin to coil.

‘’N-Nate,’’ you breathlessly cried against his palm, attempting to suck in as much air through your nose as you could. He bite down on your shoulder, tongue lapping at the faint angry marks, groaning as his pace did not let out. He was impossibly thick and girthy, filling you and hitting your cervix with every ram of his hips. Your hands twitched and knees buckled as his cock began throbbing along your velvet walls. You couldn’t help but squeeze him as your own climax began to form, causing him to hiss against your shoulder.

‘’Gonna fill you up, oh fuck,’’ you faintly deciphered him growling out as you were forced to take his thrusts.

Your clit throbbed almost painfully, knuckles turning lighter as your fists clenched against your back. He abruptly released your wrists, opting to clutch the curve of your hip as he forced your body back to meet his awaiting thrusts, making you cry out every time he angrily entered you. As you cried out with each thrust, he groaned, feeling your release incredibly close. He angled his hips slightly higher and dove in, grinning as he heard your moans, your pussy locking onto his dick as your orgasm coated him. He slowed his pace just to watch the way he glistened from your juices, enjoying the sinful squelching noises you both produced as he shoved himself repeatedly into you, before regaining his violent momentum.

His grip on you tightened impossibly as you lay limp underneath him, lost in the waves of your release. All you felt was your body being forced back and forth as Nate impaled you onto his angry member. You swore you saw actual stars bouncing around your vision before you were forced back down into reality as he removed his hand from your mouth (finally) and gripped your throat. Through his animalistic movements he angled your face back to meet his in a bruising, possessive kiss as he ensured every inch of him was buried to the hilt inside of you as he shuddered. You groaned as the warmth of his cum filled your abused pussy. He moved against you one last time before slowly pulling you out and stuffing himself back into his jeans and zipping it back up. You winced when you felt a finger trace your lower lips and shove some of his load back into your sore pussy.

‘’Get dressed,’’ his voice conveyed his relaxation and his gaze was surprising soft as he helped you stand up.

You didn’t speak as you redressed, your face still flushed with a postcoital glow. He tucked some of your hair out of your face as his eyes searched yours, his thoughts unreadable. But just as his expression lingered on borderline affection, that cruel teenage-boy smirk reappeared as his hand thumbed the base of your neck in a warning grip.

‘’I’m going to need that hall pass.’’

#nate jacobs x reader #euphoria #nate jacobs #jacob elordi #Smut #maddy perez #euphoria hbo #nate jacobs smut #angst

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from-seas-to-skies · 4 years ago

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Farm Grown / Hawks x Reader ♕︎

uwu, I had the lovely @weirddpand4 draw this picture of cowboy Hawks for this work!!!

warnings: NSFW, spanking, cream pie

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“Oh, wow! Look at that! I’ve never seen grass so green before!” your friend, Urakaka Ochaco, exclaims.

Glancing up from your phone, you follow her line of vision; gracious hills of rich green grass stretch out far into the horizon, meeting with the brilliant shade of blue. It’s so unlike the skyscrapers and closely-knit houses you’re used to seeing. No, this is what pure beauty looks like, Mother Nature in one of her most wonderful forms. Although the fields are dotted with wildflowers and corn fields, you don’t miss the dirt road further up ahead, a large wooden sign planted next to it.

When Ochaco originally came to you with the idea of being a farmhand, you thought she was crazy. You’ve finally graduated from high school, got the title of professional hero, and this is the first thing she wanted to do? However, as she further explained, it was a family friend who needed help during the summer months, and what were heroes for? Granted, you wanted to run around the cement jungle and provide help that way, but this “almost vacation” didn’t sound too bad – plus, with the puppy eyes Ochaco flashed at you, it was impossible to say no.

And so, here you are, sitting in the passenger side of a coupe with Ochaco behind the wheel. You have to admit; the surrounding atmosphere is beautiful, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t want to run barefoot through the grass. Clouds of dust rise as the car eventually comes to a stop outside of a weathered farmhouse. Ochako flashes you a smile, her large eyes twinkling.

“Look at how huge this place is! I know Uncle Iroh said he had a couple people helping out, but this is incredible! We’ll each have our own room!”

You can’t help but smile at her enthusiasm. Ochaco’s always been easy to rile up, and the fact that she’s genuinely excited to spend quality “bonding time” with you is heartwarming. As the two of you step out of the car, the front door to the farmhouse opens, revealing an elderly man with a long beard and a kind expression. His face cracks into a smile when he and Ochaco make eye contact; the two hurry towards each other, warm greetings and bone-crushing hugs being shared between the two. It’s no wonder Ochaco was so excited to spend the summer here; with a relationship like that, you’d be happy to see the man too.

“Oh, come, come!” Iroh says, hurrying around the car and popping the trunk open. “You must be Ochaco’s friend, yes?” he asks, looking towards you. A wave of pleasant warmth washes over your being as he sends you that charming smile. “I appreciate the help! I only have my nephew and another man working here already, but the extra hands will come in handy.” He pauses then to chuckle at his own joke. “But I think it’s about you two get settled, yeah?”

“Right!” you respond, pulling out your own suitcase.

As you walk up towards the wraparound porch, you glance to the other trucks sitting out in front of the farmhouse. Iroh said two others were already here, so you figured the trucks must be theirs…

“Zuko!” Iroh booms. “Our guests are here!”

After a moment or so, a boy around your age staggers from the kitchen, a tray in his hands. From the looks of it, a teapot and some cups line its surface.

“Tea is our specialty, here,” Iroh says, nudging you with your shoulder. “Get something to drink and then we’ll show you your rooms.”

Later on that evening, you’re gazing out your window, watching the sun fall. Hues of orange, peach, and lilac paint the sky, bidding the world goodbye for the night. It’s definitely different to experience it here than back home, back where silhouettes were outlined by the golden glow. A steady breeze carries on, carrying the scent of wildflowers and musk; your curtains flap from the sheer force of it, but you pay it no mind. It’s like Ochaco brought you to a slice of paradise, even if it’s with the intention of putting in labor.

In the distance, you hear calls and the distinguished moos of cows. Shifting your gaze, you catch a herd of cows being moved towards a barn; a man riding a brown horse wrangles them in, a border collie by his side. The way he pulls it off is smooth, and it’s clear that he’s used to pulling such a feat. However, what really catches your attention is the pair of magnificent scarlet wings protruding from his back. Now, you’re used to seeing some rather flashy quirks, but this guy’s is just… Wow.

“Hey, Uncle Iroh wanted me to come get you,” Ochaco’s voice says suddenly. Turning around, you see her standing in the doorway, a pleasant expression playing on her face. “We’re having oyakodon for dinner! Doesn’t a hot meal sound delicious?” And, as if to amp up your spirits, Ochaco licks her lips and pats her tummy. “I’m so hungry from a long drive!”

You huff in amusement. “Yeah, I am too.” Turning around, you catch a glimpse of the cows disappearing into the barn, that mysterious cowboy stationed by the doors. “Hey, Ochaco,” you start before realizing it, “but who’s that other guy that lives here? The one with the wings?”

Walking over to where you stand, Ochaco peers out the window, following your line of sight. “Oh, him? That’s Keigo. Uncle Iroh says he’s only been here for the past year or so, but he’s really good at what he does! I heard all the animals like him a lot – maybe it’s because of the wings?”

“Don’t you think it’s… odd that’s only a farmhand? With a quirk like that, you’d think he’d be doing something else.”

Ochaco shrugs. “I dunno. Maybe you should ask him sometime? Oh, but I’m really hungry! Can we go eat, now?”

“Yeah, sorry, I just got distracted…”

And so, you soon find yourself sitting at a sturdy wooden table, a bowl of oyakodon sitting before you. It smells utterly delicious - and paired with the tea Iroh brewed, you know you’re in for a treat. Just then, you hear a door opening and closing; there’s a chatter of some sorts, but then there he is, right there in the flesh.

Strong build, wide shoulders, blond hair that looks permanently tousled, and oh yes, those magnificent wings. Perhaps you shouldn’t be staring so much, but the sharp line of his jaw and intense eyes make it nearly impossible to look away. You’ve heard of such things, read about them in stories, but maybe, just maybe, you might’ve fallen for the guy at first sight. That, or he’s just too damn attractive for his own good.

“Howdy! Oh, shit, who are these two cuties?”

Or maybe not.

“Oi! Keigo! Can’t you be respectful for once in your life?” Iroh barks, popping around the other. He scowls as he slaps a wing out of his way. “Make a good impression for yourself. These two are going to be here for the rest of the summer, so don’t be an ass.”

“C’mon, gramps,” Keigo drawls, “you know I’m better than that. Plus, if they don’t like my attitude, then it’s not really my fault, huh?”

“Nothing ever changes,” Zuko says lowly, his words followed by a deep sigh.

You and Ochaco share a look. It seems like your Prince Charming is nothing more than a sarcastic asshat. How befitting.

“Liven up, birdies,” Keigo says, sliding into the chair directly across from you. “I don’t bite.” He winks at you. “Yet.”

Your entire body jolts at his proclamation. This guy really is shameless, isn’t he? Still, you can’t help but feel undeniably attracted to him. Curse his charisma, dammit.

“Aw, sweet! Is this oyakodon? Hell yeah.”

To the side, Zuko facepalms. Iroh merely chuckles and shakes his head, much like he’s way too used to this kind of behavior and has accepted it as it is. Hell, even Ochako cracks a smile. You, on the other hand, stare at Keigo in confusion. He has a bird-based quirk, doesn’t he? Does it not bother him to not eat chicken…?

Keigo puts up a hand, an amused glint in his eyes. “Look, I already know what you’re gonna ask, kid. I can practically see the gears spinning in that pretty head of yours. I fucking love chicken.”

Oh… Well, that takes care of that, doesn’t it…

After that first fateful encounter, you’ve grown used to Keigo’s ways. It’s funny, though, how he and Zuko’s personalities basically sit on either end of the spectrum, yet Iroh treats the both of them like they’re his children. While Zuko is serious and straight-laced, Keigo is more of a chatty free spirit. That said, you’ve also gotten used to Keigo’s flirty side. You suspect it’s because he likes to get a rise out of everyone. Whether that’s the case or not, your eyes often wander after him, stare down the hard lines of his back. Even better, you itch to trail your lips over the scruff lining his jaw. The guy’s too damn hot and he knows it.

Over the past month, a game of cat and mouse has started between the two of you. Him, trying to act all chummy and overstepping numerous boundaries. You, trying not to give into the weird relationship that’s bloomed between you and him. Sure, you might have flirted back, but what were you supposed to do? After all, Keigo’s proved himself to be a rather cool guy.

“You can’t keep spacing out like that, kid,” Keigo says, snapping you from your thoughts. Glancing down at him, you attempt to suppress your embarrassment, but Keigo’s too smart for that. Despite his relaxed attitude, he’s surprisingly intelligent and quite observant.

Hands tightening around the saddle, you scoff. “I wasn’t spacing out…”

Keigo cocks an eyebrow. “You know, if I wasn’t holding onto the reins, Nugget would’ve bucked you off a long time ago.”

This time, you snicker. You know that he has an undying love for chicken, but every time he refers to his horse as Nugget, you can’t help but laugh. This guy really is like a child.

“Pffft. Laugh all you want, birdie. If there’s one thing I know how to do, it’s how to ride.” Narrowing his eyes, he flashes you a sultry look. “If you want, I can show you.”

All laughter dies on your tongue. A spark of heat erupts in your stomach, makes your heart thump against your ribcage. He always manages to fluster you, to plant naughty little thoughts into your head. You swallow thickly. “I think… I think I’ll stick with Nugget for now.”

At that, Keigo shrugs, his expression turning into something more nonchalant. “Suit yourself. Seriously, though; you should always keep your focus while riding a horse. Anything can happen, and you’ll only know you’re fucked until you’re being crushed. Better yet, you’re flying overhead and end up snapping your neck. Hate to break it to you, but you don’t have wings to break your fall.”

“Keigo.”

He looks back up at you. “What?”

“Your wings. It’s just that… Well… Why help out on farm?”

Keigo blinks at you, no words slipping out. “Hah? What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Shit,” you say quickly, mentally cursing yourself out, “that’s not what I meant. You can fly, can’t you? It just seems like you could’ve made a name for yourself…”

“And become a hero, right?” You wince at his words. He hit the nail right on the head. “Heh. Yeah, I guess you’re right. I could spew a whole bunch of shit from my mouth and call it a day, but that’s not my style. I’m a hero in my own right.”

You furrow your brows. Remaining silent, you wait for him to carry on.

Keigo sighs at your implication. “Not all heroes wear capes or whatever. What about cops? Firefighters? Nurses? People who help put food on your table and help that old man out? Just because I’m not stopping some robbery doesn’t mean I’m not important.”

His words come as a slap to the face. He has a good point; actually, scratch that. He has a fantastic fucking point.

“I’m sorry,” you say after a moment’s silence. “That was selfish of me.”

Keigo waves a dismissive hand. “Don’t beat yourself up, kid. Nugget gets nervous if you get into a bad mood.”

Absentmindedly, your hand drops onto the horse’s neck, giving it a couple of reassuring strokes. “He’s a beautiful horse.”

“Yeah – well, until I bathe him. Getting up close and personal to horse cock isn’t fun. A bit degrading, actually.”

Slapping a hand over your mouth, you try to muffle your sudden laughter. Air streams through the cracks of your fingers.

Instead of his usual smirk, Keigo flashes you a genuine smile. You’ve only seen it once or twice before, but it never fails to make your heart stop. His whole face scrunches, his pearly teeth a startling white compared to his sun-kissed skin. Okay, so maybe you’ve fallen in love with this guy. It’s no big deal; you’re only here for the summer, so there’s no point in chasing after something you can’t have.

“What, did ya find that funny? I’m here all week, folks.”

“You saying you’re a standup comedian now?” you shoot back. “I didn’t know they accepted clowns on farms.”

“Ohoho, so you do got a mouth. Where’s that been all this time, huh? Would’ve made things a lot more fun.” Reaching up, he knocks his cowboy hat further back, revealing more strands of sandy hair and bronzed skin. “Listen here, partner. This town ain’t big enough for the two of us.”

“Oh my god,” you say with a snort. “You’re such a dork.”

Keigo snickers. “You know you love me.”

Heh. Yeah…

If only he knew.

Maybe you should’ve taken his words more into consideration.

Your instincts are more attuned to what could happen in battle, not for words. Besides, Keigo is a sneaky bastard. Most of the things that spew from his mouth are innuendos and pure sarcasm. He doesn’t really come off as a genuine type of person.

It’s whatever. You don’t like to read into things too much, and maybe that’s your fault, maybe it’s not. Who knows?

Even so, your eyes continuously drift over to where he stands. He busies himself with hanging Nugget’s saddle and harness away, his body lax. If one’s thing for sure, he definitely seems a lot more comfortable around animals rather than actual human beings. You can’t blame him, but what about you? Is he comfortable around you?

Clearing your throat, you turn back to the task at hand. Brushing Nugget down, you trail your hand over the coarse hair, the hard muscle. You meant it when you said he’s beautiful. Shiny brown coat, straw colored hair – he seems like the perfect match for Keigo.

“Cowboy Keigo,” you mutter. “Tell me, Nugget,” you begin, “does Keigo treat you right? Feeds you apples and lumps of sugar? A pretty horse like you deserves to be spoiled.” At the mention of his master’s name, Nugget whinnies. “Is that a yes? You’re avoiding the question, man.”

“Are you seriously trying to sweettalk my horse?” Keigo pipes up. Stepping over the stall, he hoists himself up onto the gate and straddles the wood. Wings sweeping behind him, he flashes you a peculiar look. “Didn’t they teach you in school that you shouldn’t seduce a horse? I don’t know about you, kid, but bestiality isn’t smiled upon around here.”

“Then what does that say about you, bird boy?” you quip. “Surely you don’t put yourself in that category?”

“Ooo, degradation. How did you know that was one of my kinks? Were you looking through my search history?”

Rolling your eyes, you set the brush to the side and join him at the gate. Climbing up, you mimic his movements and straddle the wooden beam. “Kinky cowboy, huh? Kind of has a nice ring to it.”

“Oh yeah. I’ve got the bedazzled white boots and everything. I mean, I’m already wearing the assless chaps and everything.”

“You sound more like a stripper rather than a farmhand. What do you think, Nugget?” you ask, turning towards the horse. Nugget merely snorts and shakes his head.

“Hey, hey, don’t agree,” Keigo tells him. “I’ve got to keep my secret life a secret, you damned horse. Help a guy out.”

“I guess your partner would rather throw you under the bus,” you say with a chuckle. “Good horse.”

“Now you’re just trying to hurt my feelings.”

“Cry me a river, bird boy. Or do I have to kiss your booboos?”

At that, Keigo falls quiet. The look in his eyes is unreadable, but the way his body tensed tells you something else entirely. Abruptly, he swings his leg over the gate and hops back down onto the ground. Aw, shit. Did you take it too far? It was only lighthearted flirting and yanking on his leg-

“C’mere,” Keigo says, offering you his hand. His voice is a lot more… soft.

With little to no hesitation, you take hold of his hand and get off the gate. You’re about to ask him what he wants, but then he’s abruptly pulling you to the side, further away from the stable’s open doors. Birds are singing outside, their sweet melody carrying along with the sweet summer breeze. It almost seems like an entire world away. A grunt escapes your lips as you’re shoved against the wall, the smell of straw and musk filling your senses. Keigo steps in close, the heat radiating off his body sending shivers down your spine.

“Listen here, pretty little birdie,” he drawls, his lips pulling back in a smirk, “but I may just have to take you up on that offer.”

Wait, what?

“What the hell, Keigo? Where is this coming from?” you question. It’s not like you’re against him being so damn close, it’s just… unexpected.

“Oh, right, like I’m supposed to pretend that you don’t gawk at me at any chance you get. You’re not very subtle, you know.”

Embarrassment heats up your insides, crawls up your neck. So this bastard is really going to rub it in your face, huh? Seems just like him.

“Then why didn’t you say anything about it before?” you hiss. “If it’s such a problem, don’t stay silent. You’re not the type to let things like that slide.”

“Who said it was problem?”

Keigo: 1 / you: 0

Spluttering, you try to gain control of your whirling emotions. This is not how you were expecting this conversation to go. Actually, you weren’t expecting this conversation at all!

“I know for a fact that you can’t get enough of me,” Keigo continues. “And if I’m being completely honest, I like it. You look so cute when you stare after me, birdie. Then you have the audacity to pretend like nothing happened whenever I catch you.”

“Is that what this is all about?” you huff. “Okay, fine. I admit it. Maybe I watch what you’re doing more than what’s necessary. It’s not my fault you walk around all the time without a shirt on or anything…”

“Normally, I’d say because it’s because I get hot when I’m working, but knowing that you were watching made it all the better.” He winks at you. “Gotta hand out a treat here and there, you know?”

“You really are a clown!” you squeak. Keigo laughs as you weakly shove at his chest. “You’ve been leading me on this entire time? What am I, a joke?”

“Hey now, don’t get ahead of yourself, kid. It’s not my fault you couldn’t come up to me like a civilized adult.”

Okay, now you’re fuming. “Keigo, you fucking idiot-“

Swooping in, Keigo cuts you off with a kiss. Unsurprisingly, his lips are soft; he tastes like citrus and salt, and before you know it, you’re looping your arms around his neck, knocking his hat off in the process. A huff of laughter fans across your lips as Keigo pulls back, his mouth hovering over yours. “Shit, I’ve been wanting to do that ever since your pretty ass sat at the kitchen table for the first time.”

You sigh. “You really do have a bird brain…”

You kiss him, again and again. Perhaps you should be ashamed that you have your tongue shoved down somebody’s throat rather than working, but there’s no way you’re stopping now. Like him, you’ve been waiting for this moment. The two of you have been tiptoeing around each other, rolling the tension back and forth like a goddamn snowball.

But fuck if it doesn’t feel good.

His hands aren’t shy, not in the slightest. Fingertips map out the ridges and dips of your body, seek out the spots that really make you tick. You bite back a giggle as he drops his mouth down your neck, the scruff covering his jawline tickling your skin. Your own hands trail over his body, tracing over the hard lines of muscle that hide beneath his clothes. Time and time again, whenever you’d see him without a shirt, you wanted nothing more than to run your hands all over him. This is your chance, now, and you’d be damned if you didn’t take it.

“Shit, shit, shit, not the wings,” Keigo pants into your neck. The scarlet feathers feel like silk beneath your fingertips; skimming over them, you follow their shape, feel how they get fluffier the closer they are to his shoulders. “Oh, fuck. You know just what you’re doing, huh, birdie? Playing around with me like that. Two can play at that game.”

Another grunt slips from your lips as he pushes you against the wall, harder this time. His hands shamelessly drift underneath your shirt, warm palms sliding over your skin. Your shirt comes off before you know it, being unceremoniously thrown to the ground.

“Fuck, birdie, aren’t a pretty one,” Keigo purrs, his nose bumping against your throat as he sucks another mark into your flesh. “I bet you’re real pretty down here, too…” Making quick work of your jeans, he easily slips them down your legs and you eagerly step out of them. “Don’t mind if I do, kid,” he murmurs into your ear before nipping at the lobe.

A weak moan breaks from your throat as a hand slips into your underwear and cups your sex. His hand is just so warm, and the roughness of his callouses causes your head to spin. Within no time, wet, sinful noises sound from between your legs, mixing with your heavy breaths and Keigo’s encouraging words.

“Yeah, you like that, birdie? My fingers feel good, huh? Wait until you get a feel of my cock.”

Spurred on by his words, you hastily unbutton his shirt, pushing the fabric to the side and running your hands over the swell of his pectorals, the ridges of his abdomen. A faint dusting of blond hairs covers his chest and arms; and, if you look close enough, more sticks out from the waistband of his jeans. Keigo hums as you continue to feel him up, his tongue pushing against the inside of his cheek.

“Like what you see? I bet you’ve been wanting to do this for a long time… Fuck! Not going to go easy on me, huh? I like someone who can bite back.”

“Has anybody ever told you that you talk too much?” you breathe. Fingers wrapped around his cock, your movements catch up to his in speed. “You should consider yourself lucky that I like your voice.”

“Oohoohoo, feisty. That mouth of yours is saying a lot of mean things today, isn’t it? Guess I’ll have to put you in your place.” He pauses, swipes his tongue over his bottom lip. “But, if I’m being entirely too honest, I don’t think I have the patience for that.”

“Keigo,” you pant, “I swear to Christ if you don’t fuck me right now-“

“On it, on it. Don’t get your panties in a twist, your majesty.” In hurried movements, he strips you of your underwear and shucks his chaps and jeans down. Large hands grip onto your thighs and then you’re being hoisted up, sandwiched between his rigid body and the wall. “Why, won’t you feel that,” he purrs, “I’d say it’s high noon.”

“Don’t talk about your dick like that, you dork,” you scoff. “Oh, fuck.” Another pleasured noise slips through your lips as you grind down against him, his cock just barely teasing your hole.

“What was that, birdie? You know what they say – sweetie on the farm, a freak in the barn.”

“You’re anything but sweet. Just – Keigo, please?”

“Alright, I get it, enough teasing.” Adjusting his hold on you, he flashes you a tiny smile. “Hold on, partner.”

A choked groan breaks free from your throat as his cock slides in, your velvety walls sucking him in greedily. That damned smirk of his stays on his face the entire time he fucks you, along with that devious glint in his eyes. His façade only cracks after you start stroking his wings and squeeze around his cock; if he wants to act like a cocky son of a bitch, then so can you.

“Shit, you’re fucking tight,” he pants. The smack of skin against skin fills your ears, right alongside Keigo’s breathy moans and muttered words. “Keep squeezing like that, birdie, and you’re gonna make me cum quicker than I want to.”

“You almost sound like that’s exactly what you want me to do,” you breathe. “A cowboy like you has got to have some stamina, right? Don’t tell me all of that work goes to nothing.”

“Jesus, and you called me talkative. Fuck, I can’t wait to shove my cock down your throat and shut you the hell up – I said don’t squeeze like that, holy hell. Dirty little head you got there, huh?”

“Shut the fuck up,” you mumble, yanking him back into a kiss. Keigo only moans loudly as you continue to play with his wings, quickly finding out that the spot where they protrude from his flesh is the most sensitive.

“Milk my cock, birdie,” he mutters between broken kisses. “You’re so fucking good to me, oh yeah. I should’ve done this weeks ago.” A startled squeak bursts from your throat as he abruptly strikes your ass. Sucking air through his teeth, he does it again, relishing in the desperate noises spilling from your mouth. “That’s right, birdie. Come on, make me cum. I’m gonna cum so fucking hard for you, fill you up until your belly’s bloated.”

“Keigo-“ You moan as his hand drops down, fingers furiously rubbing at your sex.

“That’s right, say my name. Let the whole fucking world know who’s fucking you this good.”

“Keigo-“

Smack.

“KEIGO!”

The knot building up inside you snaps; with a cry, you cling even closer to him, your velvety walls spasming around his thick cock as you cum.

Slamming a hand against the wall, Keigo fucks into you harder, faster, the wet noises sounding from between your legs almost deafening. “Oh fuck yeah, oh fuck yeah, oh fuck, fuck, fuck – ah- ah- ugghnn…” Burying his face in your neck, his hips erratically jerk as warmth fills your insides. “Still… cumming… fuccckkk…”

Your eyes flutter as he shallowly thrusts into you, the sinful squelch of his cum leaking out around his cock filling your ears. Slowly, he comes to a stop, his hot breath fanning over your neck and the side of your face. Gingerly, you let him go, completely unaware that your fingernails had dug into him in the first place.

“Well,” he starts, lifting his head and flicking away sweaty strands of hair, “that was eventful, wasn’t it?”

You scoff. “Tell me why I like you again…?”

“Oh, darling,” he drawls, leaning in and pecking the corner of your mouth. “I don’t think you like me. I think you love me. You aren’t very subtle.” He laughs as you smack him on the chest.

“Okay, fine. You’re lucky I love you, bird brain. Don’t go rubbing it in.”

“Silly birdie,” Keigo hums, his face scrunching into that wonderful smile of his. “I may just love you too.”

Wait, seriously?

“And no, I’m not joking or being an ass,” he continues, as if reading your mind. “What’s it called? Love at first sight? I dunno, seems like cheesy bullshit to me, but I… I like the appeal of it. It sounds nice when you’re involved.”

Your heart thumps against your chest.

Oh, fuck.

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Season one: Episode one: The Castlemaster

Felicity breathed in deep as she hit the sand, inhaling the salt breeze. It was nice to get away from her hectic family, even if she temporarily had traded them for a busy beach.

She set down her beach bag and stretched. She wasn't far away from Granveston Main Street, and with thirty bucks and four hours, Felicity was ready to enjoy her day.

Screaming interrupted her dash for the waves, and she slipped to a stop, ankle deep in the waters. At first, all she noticed was that people were screaming and running. Then she noticed the growing mound of sand behind them.

Felicity started to back away, thinking that she needed to get out of the area and help some other people, when the most horrifying thing about the sand monster revealed itself.

The monster, who was shaped like a young girl on a moving sand throne, raised a fist and launched a beam of sand at a running passerby, turning them into a sand sculpture. They were then washed away by the ocean.

Felicity took off running, her water shoes digging into the sand. She left the waterfront and rounded a corner, where she found a group of cowering people huddled in front of a building.

"Why don't you go inside?" She asked, out of breath and confused.

Someone pointed to the door. "It's abandoned, and locked."

Felicity walked over and checked the lock, then checked around. "I don't normally do this, but everyone stand back."

Felicity took a step back, then kicked the locked knob off the door with a jump. She rubbed the back of her heel as the group of people filtered inside.

"Well, that was an impressive use of destruction," a raspy voice said from behind her.

Felicity spun around, panicking. When she didn't see anything right away, she looked around in confusion.

"Come to the alley, slow poke!" The voice called.

Felicity hesitated. Then she proceeded with caution.

She wasn't expecting a floating cat holding a ring to be the one who'd been calling her.

Diego Hart was not having a good day. First, his dad woke him up early on the last Saturday of the summer. Then, he was dragged out to the beach, where it was hot, scratchy, and all people did was scream and splash.

And then there was this monster thing.

That was unexpected, but also very inconvenient.

Or was it?

Diego had broken away from his family, equal parts intentionally and accidentally. He hadn't meant to separate, but when you get a chance to get away, well, he wasn't one to say no to fate.

Which put him here. Face to face with a large pinkish... bug? It was flying, so he guessed that was right, though he didn't see any wings.

"Hello, Chosen! I am Tikki, and I will be your Kwami and companion through this next stage of your life!"

"You're helping me get through my last two years of high school?" Diego asked, bewildered. "And what's with this 'Chosen' stuff? Being the chosen one never ends too well in books and movies."

The creature—the kwami—Tikki—blinked. "I chose you to wield my miraculous! The Miraculous of the Ladybug, of creation and healing!"

Diego scrunched his nose. "That sounds like a girl's power."

Tikki crossed her arms(fins???) and pouted. "There have been many male wielders of the Ladybug miraculous. You would be following a legacy, rich with creation and life, and it is not a 'girl's power'."

Diego shrugged. "Can I have an explanation for what exactly all this is?"

Tikki quickly explained the situation, the Miraculous, and his powers. She also told him he may have a partner.

"If Plagg found a suitable one, that is. The Black cat is a tricky one to hand out, and since we can't trust our Guardian.... Well, Plagg is in for some searching." Tikki turned back to him. "I was lucky to find you so quickly! Your use of the beach umbrella was very clever! I knew you were the one at that moment."

Diego felt his face heat up as he recalled the moment the kwami was speaking of. The monster, Castle Crasher, had almost caught up to him, so he had pulled a big beach umbrella out of the sand and used it as a shield. It wasn't something especially creative, but it had just made sense.

"That was just a use of resources," Diego attempted, but Tikki waved him off.

"We can't waste anymore time! Say 'spots on'!"

"Claws out?"

With a yelp and a flash of green light, Felicity was transformed into a black cat superheroine. As she examined her new look, she found that her hood covered all her hair, her mask covered all her recognizable features, and she could feel that she was more athletic than she already was.

"Wow," she breathed. A distant crashing brought her back to earth, and she slid her baton out from it's place on her thigh. Guided by a deep instinct, she swiped her thumb across the surface, and it opened like a slide phone.

Another swipe, and it closed. Her fingers found a button, and pushed it. She let out a yelp as it extended and speedily carried her upwards.

"S-stop!" she cried. The baton-staff thing stopped at her cry. She clung to the pole, trying to catch her breath, half wondering how the staff was balancing on it’s tiny surface.

The ground shook, and the staff fell forward. It hit a roof, and Felicity managed to roll forward on impact and get to her feet instantly.

“Woah.”

<Diego>

Diego skeptically examined the dark red magic fabric that now covered his arms.

“I guess it’s plenty tough,” he muttered. Then he pulled out his… weapon. “A yoyo…. I’ve never even touched one of these before… How does it work?”

He tentatively dropped the yoyo down and swung it back and forth a bit. As he got more comfortable with it, it felt more and more natural, and he executed more and more complicated maneuvers with the yoyo.

At the height of the activity, he threw the yoyo forward. When it wrapped around a building ornament and pulled him forward, he was jerked out of his reverie, and he realized just how absurd his situation was.

Felicity looked up from trying to track down the villain to see a red and black speck in the sky. She narrowed her eyes to see it was getting bigger. It was only when she heard a voice yelling “I’ve been kidnapped by a yoyo!” did she think maybe she should move.

She came to her conclusion too late, unfortunately, and before she could make a move, she was crushed under a warm, red and black weight.

“AGH!”

She pushed against the weight, unable to get a good look thanks to her hood. “Is this some part of the akuma’s powers? Because it’s dumb. Stupid sky debris.”

“I’m not dumb!”

Felicity’s eyes widened at the sound of a fellow teenager. A male one, specifically. With a burst of strength she hadn’t possessed before, she kicked him off and jumped to her feet.

<Diego>

Diego clutched his stomach, reeling from not just one, but two sudden impacts in thirty seconds. He finally peeled apart his eyes to see the cause of the second impact, or rather, who had so forcefully kicked him off.

He got it, it was rude to lay on top of people, but he hadn’t meant to!

He looked her over. On the small end of the average spectrum, or the large side of the petite spectrum, wearing a black suit with a hood over her head, white, and very angry. Or scared. He wasn’t sure which.

“Is there a word for someone both angry and scared?” he wondered, only realizing too late that he’d said it out loud. “I mean--! Uh…. You must be the Black Cat! Tikki told me about… your kwami, I guess. Are we allowed to talk about the kwamis?”

The cat let her guard down, just a little bit. “Plagg didn’t say anything about it. He didn’t tell me about another wielder, though. Who are you?”

He mentally stopped in his tracks.

Don’t say Diego, don’t say Diego, don’t say Diego!

“I’d prefer to go by Escarabajo, if that’s okay.”

“Ah, I figured you were Latino.”

Diego pouted. “I thought I masked it well….”

The cat looked at him. “It’s… a work in progress, Escarabajo.” She turned as a rumble went through the building. “Focus on the akuma, we’ll talk later.”

She took off on her staff, and Diego—no, Escarabajo—followed.

As long as no one asks me for a name, I’ll be perfect. If I’m given one, that’s different, but I won’t pick one for myself.

She stopped on top of a street lamp, marveling at the ease that she now balanced with. She scanned the streets, pointing out the street that had many sand figures.

“That’s where we need to go, Escarabajo.” She said, turning to see him hanging upside down, looking rather surprised by his new predicament.

He looked at her, his eyes wide. “I could be Spider-man….”

Felicity harrumphed and crossed her arms. “I’m no Mary Jane.”

<Diego>

In his haste to explain as quickly as possible that that wasn’t what he meant when he said that, he’d let go of the yoyo, and fell. Luckily he managed to land on his feet.

“Ow...” When he looked up again, the cat was offering a hand up, though she looked rather exasperated.

“Come on, you can play around later. Let’s deal with the sand castle monster.”

Escarabajo stood up and followed after her.

Following the sound of screaming and a trail of sandy figures, Escarabajo and the feline girl beside him soon caught up to the monster. The girl looked to him, and it slowly dawned on him that she was looking for him to direct her. He hastily thought out a plan and whispered it out to her.

“Can you sneak up on the monster? Tikki says there should be an object that, essentially, controls them and their powers. If we destroy it and capture the nasty butterfly--” Here he made a vague questioning noise before continuing “--We should be able to stop it. I’ll have to purify it. Haven’t quite figured out how.”

The Cat looked at him, her eyes narrowed. “Well, read your manual then. I’m gonna go find the object. I’d bet my tail it’s either the bucket or the shovel.” She leaped away, and Escarabajo nodded absently.

In light of her words, he took the yoyo off his belt, and thumbed it open. As if Tikki had overheard, which she probably had, the user’s manual was highlighted. As he skimmed over the most pertinent sections, he kept an eye on the Cat.

Felicity snuck up on the villain just fine. She had quietly jumped from one building to the next, to a streetlamp, to the ground, all without any real noise.

The catch was when, despite her best efforts, she disturbed the very edge of the sand. And that alerted the akuma to her presence.

As the akuma stilled, Felicity attempted something she’d never done before but had full confidence she could pull off in the suit. She did a back flip on to a small billboard, and jumped behind it. She held her breath as the villain rumbled closer and closer. The villain missed her by a hair, and continued on it’s rampage.

Felicity kicked into gear. Plagg had said that because of her age, she could use her special power three times, and she knew exactly what to use it on.

She ran parallel to the villain before leaping forward. “Cataclysm!”

She broke the chains holding up a large sign, causing it to fall down and cut off the path the villain was taking. She repeated the process two more times, then dove out of the way, waiting for Escarabajo to do his thing.

She peeked up, and spotted the shovel and pail. She risked glancing behind the villain, and saw Escarabajo coming up behind. She crouched down farther, waiting for the right time.

<Diego>

Escarabajo had watched the Cat’s movements with awe. She was so fluid and confident looking. He noticed, of course, the tenseness she held whenever she was a misstep from being turned to a sand pile, but the grace with which she threaded around the villain was astounding.

Then Diego reminded himself that he was graceful, too. One of the most graceful in his gymnastics class.

“Yeah, it’s just another gym class,” he muttered before jumping into action.

He swung on his yoyo, catching up to the Cat. He saw her trap the villain on three sides, then dive for cover. He threw his yoyo in the air as he got closer, yelling, “Lucky Charm!”

He grabbed the tiny box out of midair and kept running. He glanced around the area, and spotted a few items he thought he could use. He quickly grabbed a red can and a fallen branch with his yoyo. He slipped behind an advertising sign, and took a moment to look at the box in his hand, just to double check.

Yep. Matches.

He poured the liquid over the stick in his hand, and threw both the stick and the box over to where the Cat was, keeping a few matches for himself. He hoisted the can up, then swung forward. As he swung behind the villain, he poured the liquid out of the can, creating a line of gasoline behind the villain.

Then he struck and dropped the matches he was holding.

Felicity felt the air heat up, and knew she only had a short window. She struck the match, lit the branch, and jumped out of hiding. She swung the branch like a sword, cutting off the sand holding the shovel and pail.

She threw the pail to Escarabajo, and stomped on the shovel. Escarabajo threw his yoyo through the bucket, bursting straight through the bottom before pulling back.

Then he opened up his yoyo, and swung it at the black butterfly that left the broken bucket. The yoyo closed automatically over the insect, and Escarabjo brought it back to him.

He gently pushed the center dot on the yoyo.

<Diego> He watched the butterfly fly out, purified to a bright white. He speaks without even thinking.

“Bye, bye, little butterfly.”

Then he takes the empty matchbox that the Cat offers him, and throws it up into the air, yelling out the curing spell.

As magic ladybugs zip through the city, the Cat heroine walks up beside him, attentive and curious.

“So that’s how we avoid legal trouble. Nice.”

Escarabajo had to take that in, then he glanced at her. “I guess. It’s pretty and convenient.”

She snorted. “Well, was pretty decent working with you. See you around.” She made to leave, but Escarabajo shouted after her.

“Wait! What’s your name?”

She shrugged. “What do you want it to be?”

At his stunned expression, she turned around and leapt away.

Hearing the beeping coming from the studs attached to his wrists, Escarabajo followed her example, swinging up and running across rooftops before people came out to investigate. He made it to the beach and ducked behind the portable toilets before being blinded by pink light, and returning to his normal self.

Tikki flew out of the studs and into his hands. “You did a good job,” she whispered to him. “Now, I need someplace to hide.”

Diego offered her his beach bag.

Tikki hidden, and his Miraculous secured safely on a lanyard, Diego quickly returned to his family.

Felicity whispered “Claws in” not too far from where she’d cried “Claws out”. Despite not being tired at all, she decided to go home. After all, she could only be gone for so long after something like that before her parents found out and flipped.

Plus she had to get ready for school on Monday, and that was gonna be a pain.

#miraculous ladybug au #miraculous ladybug #the beetle and the shadow #felicity jameson #diego hart #season one #episode one #castlemaster #tikki #plagg

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My nieces are fanders

Summary: When you meet a super cute guy and land a date with him, you definitively want to gush about him with someone. In Nico’s case that someone is his oldest sister. The visit holds a surprise for him though.

This is part of a bigger story which starts here

Nico was humming to himself as he walked up the driveway to his older sister’s house.

“I can’t wait to tell Marcia all about Thomas!” Félix gushed. It’d been a week since they met him and while they had yet to look him up, deciding it was cheating a little to watch his content and maybe accidentally see more than Thomas wanted to share before they even went on their first date. Ràmon, his morally flexible, deceptive facet, still thought they should at least just check his accounts to make sure he didn’t oversell himself. “I’m sort of known on youtube” might just have been an exaggeration to impress him. Léon, his fury, was already working himself up over being misled when the others came to Thomas’ defense. He seemed rather humble about all his accomplishments. He deserved the benefit of the doubt. “She’ll be so excited for us!” Fabio, his heart, gushed. “Hope mom and dad won’t be too upset that they aren’t the first we told…” Alejo worried as he bit his lip. “We will tell them about Thomas if we come to a stage where we are ‘officially’ dating him,” Diego, his logic, reminds him. It was how they did things. His parents were a bit too supportive sometimes. If he mentioned Thomas, mom would start insisting he come over for dinner no matter how Nico insisted they weren’t that serious yet. His father would ask questions he didn’t have answers for and he would feel entirely too pressured… Best to tell them after he and Thomas got a bit farther. And he really hoped he would get to tell them about him soon. He rang the bell and soon the door opened to reveal a beaming Marcia. “You smelled my cooking didn’t you?” she asked. Nico chuckled. “You caught me,” he confessed as he threw his hands up in surrender while letting her embrace him. “It’s good to see you again hermanito,” she sighed before letting him go and leading him inside. “Dinner will be ready in ten minutes. Yi will be home soon and he’ll entertain the kids afterwards so you can tell me what’s got you sparkling like the fourth of July.” Marcia looked back at him and quirked a brow curiously. Nico blushed a little. He was that obvious huh? His sisters eyes lit up and she was grinning like th cat that got the cream. Well he just confirmed her suspicion. “Okay, sounds good,” he muttered casually. Luckily Marcia let it go for now. “Can I get you something to drink?” she asked. “Just a glass of water is fine,” Nico assured her while he leaned against the kitchen counter to watch her work. “Tio Nico!” Nico looked up and saw Marcia’s oldest, his 15 year old niece Carla run up towards him to give him a hug. He embraced his niece with a smile and ruffled her hair. “How are you kids doing?” he asked as the teen girl let go. “Fine. Felicia hasn’t finished her homework yet, but she will be down in a minute.” Nico nodded taking note of cousin’s pronouns for today. It had been an adjustment for everyone when Fabien came out of his room wearing a skirt for the first time and asked to be called Felicia on days she felt more feminine, but they hardly slipped up anymore. “We have something awesome to show you!” Carla continued her eyes sparking with excitement. “Oh?” he asked curiously. “What is it?” “Don’t start without me!” Felicia exclaimed as she rushed through the door and hugged Nico as well. “Now I’m getting nervous,” Nico chuckled as he let his nieces push him into a chair and sit down next to him. Carla was looking something up on her phone while Felicia seemed to be using hers to film him. “Tio Nico. Have you ever been serenaded by a stranger?” Felicia asked. The general confusion in Nico’s head left him with no other response other than cocking his head. “Um… no…?” he replied. His nieces giggled. And then Carla pushed her phone in front of him and they shoved earbuds into his ears. She pressed play and before he knew it he was faced with…. “Thomas!!!!” Félix screeched in his head. It was unfair of him to look so handsome. And then he started singing! “Nico, radiant and pure. Always so, accepting and secure. Never knew anyone so kind. So funny and sharp of mind. All this to say… Have a nice day.” And then he winked! Nico’s nieces were giggling at his flustered face. Alejo inspected the screen and found a description in the corner. “This week’s #shout out Sunday goes to all the nice Nico’s of the world” he read out as he slowly relaxed. Nothing that insinuated Thomas was thinking of a particular Nico. His nieces had probably just thought it was fun to show him the video. Perhaps they thought he’d be enchanted by the handsome stranger with the voice of an angel seemingly singing for him. They weren’t entirely wrong. “That’s Thomas Sanders. He’s our favorite youtuber,” Felicia explained. Nico nodded a little dumbfounded. “He’s a singer?” he guessed, though he knew he was more than that. But he was not ready to tell his nieces he’d met this man and was going on a date with him next week. “And an actor, and the nicest person alive!” Clara explained. “He lives in Florida and he is gay…” Félicia added not too subtle, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively. “Stop teasing your uncle girls. Set the table. We’ll be eating soon.” Nico was relieved. The rest of the evening he struggled to pay attention to the conversations at the dinner table. His mind was absolute chaos “He serenaded us! Actually serenaded us!” Felix gushed dancing around unable to contain his elation. “And it does sound like he is somewhat successful in entertaining his audience. He was telling the truth it seems,” Ràmon allowed. Leon nodded, calming down significantly. Leon had been part of the deeper recesses of Nico’s mind for a long time. Until one day he was called by a panicked Carla who was hiding from bigots with her sister. Nico had hurried over and gotten them out. But he’d been so close to hitting one of those kids. It had been Alejo who, in his worry for the girls’ well-being, had managed to hold Leon back enough to allow Fabio to reason with him. His writings had taken a much angrier tone for a few days after. Ever since that day, Nico was aware that he could get violent when angry and he’d been working on managing Leon without pushing him away. Like Alejo he was mostly overprotective of the others and Nico’s loved ones. He just jumped more on Alejo’s fight aspect than the flight part. “He was so nice!” Fabio gushed. “Does he really think all that about us?” Alejo wondered flustered. “It seems quite likely that he does,” Diego concluded. “Just as we have made some observations about him that may or may not be accurate,” he added, soothing Alejo’s worry a bit. Shifting him more to the excited side of his spectrum. “Well? Spill!” Marcia insisted when they found themselves alone on the patio after dinner. Nico sipped from his glass and didn’t look at his sister while he just spilled the truth. “I met a really cute guy at the mall this week, and we’re going out for lunch in two days.” Marcia barely contained her squealing. “Finally! Tell me everything!” she demanded. And just like that, his excitement at being able to gush about the whole meeting returned. Marcia was a good listener. She knew the story ended well but she acted like she actually thought he might miss his shot with his determination to get some work done and not to bother the mysterious stranger. When he got to Thomas’ confession she was vibrating with excitement. “He sounds so adorable!” Nico flushed. “Yeah… He’s an actor and singer…” “Ooooh, someone to sing your songs!” she exclaimed. “And his name is Thomas Sanders…” Maricia’s eyes widened as understanding dawned on her. “Now that explains the look on your face when you saw that video…Wait that was for you? If mama ever sees it then she’ll insist you marry him you know that right?” she laughed. So not only did she know of Thomas, she had seen the video in question. “Yeah… She probably will. Have you seen anything else of his?” “I try to be aware of what my kids are watching online. He has two channels and about 3,4 million ‘Fanders’ last I checked.” “Oh my god!!!!” Felix gushed. Overwhelmed by both the cute fandom name and the dazzling number of fans. “Definitely not a liar,” Ràmon breathed in relief. He had been reluctant to get his hopes up until now. He was cautious, wary of things that were too good to be true. Just like Alejo. But their anxious look out was, in his eyes at least, compromised on the subject due to his close tie to the butterflies clouding all their feelings and thoughts. Now however, it seemed that his biggest doubts were adressed, he felt free to look forwrad to the date like everyone else. “He is a good guy, going by his content. And he is really cute.” Nico chuckled. “Yeah he is,” he agreed.

When he got home he was actually planning to freak out a bit more and debate over whether or not to watch some video’s. If for no other reason than to just see him do something he loved. Was that stalkerish? Luckily his phone alerted him to a text. Thomas. It was a cute dog picture. Nico smiled. He did that sometimes. Sent him things just to make him smile. N: You are such a dork. TS: I refuse to apologize for that! TS: I can’t wait until our lunch date! Nico hesitated for a moment. But then he went all in. N: Missing my radiant presence that much? God that was cheesy. Was it too cheesy? He is not like this! Not usually. Or maybe he was and Thomas just brought it out of him. TS: OMG you saw!!!!? N: My nieces thought it would be funny to see how I’d react when a ‘stranger’ serenades me. TS: Fanders!? Oh my goodness that is amazing! TS: You weren’t bothered? I get that it might seem a bit weird. “He is so precious!!!!” Fabio squealed. “I know right? This is not healthy for us! It can’t be,” Félix exclaimed clutching his heart and leaning on Alejo for support. Who promptly stepped away and let him fall to the floor with a grin. “Not a couch,” he reminded his friend who was pouting for a bout two seconds before his excitement overpowered his annoyance. N: It was awesome, don’t worry. I was very flattered. Your singing voice is amazing. TS: Thanks. Should he ask? If Thomas says it’s okay then it’s fine right? N: Okay if I watch some more of your singing? There he asked. No backing out. TS: Of course! Fair warning, if you find vines, some are cringy and sometimes I play a straight man. Vines huh? Wow, that felt like ages ago. Thomas had mentioned his misleading complements when they talked. N: Okay. I’ll keep that in mind. Goodnight. TS: Goodnight. “Are we really doing this?” Alejo wondered as Nico typed in ‘Thomas Sanders Vines’ in the search bar of Youtube. One look at the results had Nico in stitches. “He’s such a goofball!” Fabio squealed clapping his hands as he saw Thomas’ smiling face on every thumbnail in various goofy situations. How was he supposed to choose? “Oooh! That one is him reacting!” Félix exclaimed pointing at a three year old video. Nico nodded in agreement and clicked on the video. First this and then see if he could find some more videos of Thomas singing. He didn’t know it. But he was in for a wild ride.

I might write one more chapter, but then it’s over until Thomas posts his next video in three years. I want to stick to the canon as much as possible. You’ll hear from me if that changes though! Enjoy!

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#ts sides #karrot kings #nico flores

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