#oh gosh he looks like a blue's clue

[fudgechocolatepuff]

a lovebirds bloom! 🌷 pt.i

keigo t. x fem. reader | wholesome fluff :)

pt.ii of a lovebirds bloom , pt.iii of a lovebirds bloom

summary ⋆ ꪆৎ you with an unoccupied life intertwine paths with the fastest and busiest hero, where you both catch a break in your tranquil flower shop. lots of love in the air begin to unfold ꪆৎ

In contrast to the big city where everyone bustled to work in a hurry and longed for a minute more at home, you were met with a life you found quiet, but quite easy.

Fortunately, you were able to nag yourself a lovely position as a florist in a small flower shop tucked away from all the chaos that the streets carried.

You took your current job to be a gem, considering you had a never-ending obsession with flowers and bouquets since you entered high school that thankfully you kept as you approached your 20s.

Despite the fears that others had about these small jobs like lower compensation, you found peace in such a laid back and natural environment, an escape from the worldly problems that awaited you when you flipped the ‘open’ sign to ‘closed’.

Of course, you were aware that the shop wasn’t very popular among those in the city, and you didn’t exactly “make bank” like you had intended to as a teen, but you still enjoyed the connections you made with your boss, your other 3 co - workers, and your clients. 

Due to the lack of popularity of the flower shop, it wasn’t normal that anyone of high status ever visited. They’d always be too busy with their inquires to bless you with their presence or had their assistants do it instead.

Until one day when you were browsing through your laptop, choosing and buying flowers from suppliers when you heard the jingle of the door bell ring faintly in front of you.

If there were anyone you weren’t expecting to walk in the shop to browse through the supply of plants, you definitely weren’t ready to see the number two hero in the country waltz through the door.

You stopped scrolling through the page you were on and stared at the hero, observing his movements in awe.

Out of all of the training your co-workers drilled into you, you had no idea how you were going to confront the winged hero.

Um, Hello?? Hero Hawks?? What brings you in our flower shop that’s literally the size of a dormitory room?? On a random sunday afternoon in the beginning of march?? What the flip??

The air of your workspace became too awkward for you to breathe in.

Gosh, it was just so random that such a well known hero like him would be in such a small flower shop like the one you worked in, the comparison was mortifying.

You knew that pro heroes existed, sure, but making interaction with them seemed like talking to someone of higher class.

Well, maybe it was like literally talking to someone of higher class, but in a scenario like this, it was 1000x more intimidating.

You watched his eyes as they glanced every few seconds in the ‘solid tones’ from the ‘pink’ selection to the ‘red’ selection, and then to the ‘baby blue’.

You weren’t the best analyst, but you quickly recognized the lost gaze he held in his eyes as he searched without a clue what he was even looking for in the first place.

It was kind of cute to see him so concentrated on some silly flowers.

Hawks then turned his head toward you and caught the admiration in your face, returning a gentle smile that made you mentally curse yourself for letting him catch you drool at him as if he were a masterpiece of art.

His revealed toned arms crossed against his chest definitely were a piece of art no doubt about that-

“ ‘scuse me, but could I steal you away for a minute? I jus’ need some help… doing all of this I guess,” the hero chuckled to you, his hand ruffling through the winded locks of his hair. 

Your knees shook at the warmth of his voice and his boyish laugh that you almost ignored the initial request all together as you treasured his being.

You swear his presence was a mesmerizing haze, leaving you dumbstruck for a few moments.

��Oh… oh! Yes, yes! I’ll be right there!” You exclaimed to him as you snapped out of your lovesick daze, skipping out from behind the register counter to resolve his flower fiasco.

You stood to his side, looking up at him with your hands clasped behind your back. “So, how can I help you today, Hawks?” 

His hesitation and ‘ah..’ that dragged out of his mouth revealed to you that he didn’t know how to start with his little issue. Poor him, you thought. Might’ve been a bizarre story for all you knew.

You assured him that you could help no matter how peculiar the situation.

Honestly, you wouldn’t mind if you had to stand there all day to listen to his melodic voice.

He put his hands in the fronts of his pant pockets as he began to explain,

“Alright, so, ya’ see, today happens to be one of my friends’ birthday, Mirko, I’m sure you know who she is, and ah.. I kinda forgot ta’ get her a present—hero duties and all, ‘course I’d forget, right?”

You nodded your head and hummed letting him know you were listening to his story.

He scratched the back of his neck as he continued,

“Only thing I can think of getting her right now are flowers, I know she likes them, but I dunno the first thing about flowers. You get where I am in this situation?” he smiled nervously, hoping you’d understand.

“Yeah, I have an idea,” you giggled, your hand making its way to cover your mouth as you poked fun at him, “kind of crazy how you would forget such an important birthday like that though.”

The hero put his hands up in defeat, “You got me there. That’s bad on my part, but at least I’m trying to salvage this,” he joked. “I’m just hung up on what to get her, I can’t picture any color, any theme, nothing.”

He turned to fully face you and tilted his head a bit to the right, a cheekier grin tugging at his lips. “Thankfully though I’ll be saved by the cutest florist who I’m sure will get me hooked up on the best selection of flowers.”

You felt your teeth suddenly grind against each other with a sharp breath you took in following after, making Hawks laugh at your stiffened reaction.

“So, what combination do you think would go well for today’s occasion?” He awaited your response with an owl-ish blink, crossing his arms again in anticipation.

Shaking off the embarrassment pooling in the core of your stomach, you took a moment to think.

‘Mirko.. although she appeared as a tough fierce woman, you personally believed she’d appreciate something elegant and light. (It made even more sense to you since the spring season would begin to bloom this week.)’

“I was thinking of something simple. Um, perhaps a pair of white roses and lavender baby’s breath..?” You searched Hawks’ eyes for any sign of approval, to which a glint in his eye shone as he looked back at you.

“I trust your judgment to whatever selection you make for me. I already know that I’ll leave this shop saved.”

His caring attributes and words were hypnotizing you as a timid smile curved at your lips and you held back the urge to utter an “awww.”

“I’ll get them wrapped up for you right now, it shouldn’t take too long.”

You still couldn’t fathom the fact that Hawks was literally the only one in the shop with you, it didn’t feel real, more like a dream where everything around you would turn into clouds and the two of you would levitate towards eachother until your lips met-

snip snip!

Hawks’ knuckles knocked rhythmically on the counter as his leaned figure watched yours snipping the stems of snow white roses.

He couldn’t help but let his eyes linger over your delicate fingers, handling the plants so well. He bet your touch was as gentle as a feather.

What was he thinking.

Hawks felt his heart tighten. He wasn’t sure if it was out of flattery, but his pinkening cheeks told him otherwise.

He should stop by this place more often.

He gulped down his thoughts, pupils looking up at you showing off your work to the hero.

The boquete was decently sized, definitely not small. The flowers were spread out and mixed evenly making the colors appear vibrant. From the stem up, the plant bunch was wrapped in a lovely baby pink sheet.

You extended your arm to his face, obliviously poking him in the cheek with the flowers as you finalize your final touches with a little ‘shift’ here and a ‘shift’ there.

“It’s not the best I’ve whipped up, but I hope this is good enough for Mirko.”

Standing up straight, Hawks took the boquete out of your hands, ever so slightly making sure to brush his fingers against yours, transferring the jolt of electricity from his body to yours.

It would be criminal to ignore a gesture like such. Who were you kidding—it left your beating heart throbbing, yearning for more contact. You had to keep it professional.

His hawk-like eyes stabbed daggers into yours, releasing a spell that couldn’t let you look away from the man in front of you.

“Knew I could trust you. Cutest flowers I’ve ever seen. They’re perfect.” he insisted, face not faltering one bit as he kept his eye contact with you—not looking away for a second—and craned his head the tiniest bit to the right to steal another flustered smile from you.

You hoped that he wasn’t talking about the flowers.

The three seconds that you and Hawks took engulfing each other in the moment felt like it lasted three years.

Yes, it was cliché, no need to yell it in your face, but it was nice. For both you and Hawks.

You had a delightful change of pace in your uneventful days, and with the most gorgeous man your eyes ever laid upon? Come on, you had to enjoy this.

You were a lovely girl to be around, really. Something about your personality just felt soothing after all the mental and physical wounds he endured throughout the years.

He couldn’t just leave it all here though. He was no casanova—quite the opposite, actually—but he knew you two had some sort of connection.

Hell, maybe he was delusional about this, but he couldn’t care less. He felt his stomach sink whenever he looked back at you, depicting whether it were butterflies or not.

He cleared his throat. “Well, thanks for the flowers, sweetheart. I better move along now, duty calls. How much do I..”

“Oh..! No, no, don’t worry about it, it’s on me this time,” You stimbled an awkward, but sincere smile as your fingers subtly fidgeted with a strand of your hair, gliding up and down the piece.

Hopefully the ‘understanding’ sprinkled into your smile would console him of his awkwardness. Even you could see it, and that was saying something.

The winged hero returned a soft grin to that, muttering a “thank you.” as he made his way to the door, his hand hovering over the handle.

He turned his head back to look at you, capturing your image in his mind so he could replay it over and over when he made his leave.

Raising your hand to wave him goodbye, you wondered when the next time you’d see him would be, or if you would ever even see him again. It felt bittersweet.

“Come back again soon.”

“I plan to do so.” He professed, pulling the door open and taking a few steps out the shop before he took off into the city, leaving you shocked and still in the shop by his bold remark.

If anyone were to be zipping through the winds at a decently fast speed, it’d be normal to be a bit cold.

But in this case, the winged hero was warming up the more your shop came out of view. He whipped out his phone from his pocket and opened his “imessage”.

hawks:

i think i just met the love of my life. and kind of ruined it sent 1m ago

rumi:

you dumbass. sent just now

a/n: longest and might be the corniest thing i ever wrote, cute tho! last part was kind of a joke, idk if hawks would acc text ppl like that. lmk if i should do another part! love uuu! 💗

[agaypanic]

can u write a chase davenport x baddie like everyone knows she’s fine asf and has no clue why she’s dating him and he’s just super lovey and fluffy

Chase Davenport Dating a Baddie Headcanons

Masterlist

Request Something!

A/N: a bit suggestive in one part but that’s it

***

Everyone’s surprised that he pulled someone, period

But seeing that he pulled you specifically?

They act like this is earth-shattering news

Lowkey thought that it was a prank or that he was paying you 

“So, Chase, when are we gonna meet this girlfriend of yours?” Leo asked as he and the bionic trio entered the school. To be honest, they half thought Chase was joking when he told them he was in a relationship, but wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt.

“Uh… Oh! Seems like right now.” Chase left his siblings to go to his locker, where you were waiting for him. He grabbed you by the waist and pulled you close to him.

“Oh my gosh, she’s gonna slap him,” Adam said as you raised a hand to Chase’s face. But to everyone’s surprise, you used the hand to pull his face to yours and kiss him.

Adam, Bree, and Leo slowly approached you and Chase, clearly shocked. When you pulled away, you noticed them and gave a wave.

“Hey.”

“This can’t be real.”

Chase is absolutely smitten with you

Follows you around like a puppy

He just wants to do anything that’ll make you happy

“Chase, you don’t have to carry my bags.” You tell him, but you still let him take the bag of things you just bought from your hand. Watching his muscles flex as he grips the multiple bags is definitely a plus.

“I want to.” He shrugs, jutting out his elbow to signal you to take it, which you happily do. 

The two of you go through the mall, occasionally popping into another store. Before getting to the food court, you stopped in front of Victoria’s Secret. Getting an idea, you bite your lip to stop from grinning and turn to look at Chase.

“You know Build-A-Bear?”

“Yeah.” Chase nodded, soon perking up. “Oh my gosh, we should go and make mini us’s.” You couldn’t help but smile at the idea and his excitement.

“I was thinking something similar to that.” You say, looking at the store, yourself, and then back to Chase. “More of a… real-life Build-A-Bear.”

Despite being a genius, it took Chase a minute to realize what you were insinuating. But when he did, he raised his eyebrows in surprise.

“Really?” He asked. You nodded, and the next thing you knew, Chase was running into the store with the excitement of a child.

Before you left the mall, you did end up going to the real Build-A-Bear.

If you like getting your nails done, he insists on paying

When you let him pick the color, he gets all giggly

Almost always chooses blue tbh

When he chooses the color, you ask for his initial on one of your fingers to surprise him

“Hey!” Chase greeted you as he entered the salon. Whenever he dropped you off, he’d always pick something up for you after your appointment and would come back right when you were finished.

You met him at the counter, where he gave your nail tech his card before looking at the hand you were holding up for him. He held your hand, smiling as he looked at the nails.

“You got my initial.” He softly cooed, thumb brushing over the white ‘C’ on your ring finger. “So pretty.”

You blushed as he kissed your knuckles, taking his card back before leading you out of the salon by your now interlocked hands. Even though Chase had treated you like this since the beginning of your relationship, and you should’ve been used to it, he never failed to turn you into a giggly, bashful mess.

“I got your favorite,” Chase said when you got in the car, handing you the bag of food. You took a bite, moaning at how delicious it was.

“Ugh, I love you.” You said, grabbing his face with a freshly manicured hand and kissing him. He gently latched onto your wrist, thumb rubbing over the joint.

“I love you too.” He said, stealing another kiss before reaching over to steal some of your food.

[wondersinwaynemanor]

Wally meeting Dick's brothers.

Jason

Dick enters the Teen Titans Tower's game room with a boy a few inches shorter than him, wearing a Wonder Woman shirt.

Dick: Kid Flasheroo!!! I'd like you to meet Little Wing, my brother, Jason.

Wally: OH MY GOSH, DICK!!!!! *drops the game console* YOU HAVE A BROTHER? AND YOU CALL HIM LITTLE WING????? That's so adorable!! That makes you Big Wing then?

Dick proudly smiles and brings Jason closer to him.

Wally: Aww. Hi, young man. I'm Wally, Dick's best friend. *he offers his hand and young Jason takes it*

Jason: Hi, Wally. *young Jason smiles brightly and Dick and Wally coo at him* Dick said you have a cool power. What is it?

Wally:*shows his powers by quickly (that doesn't even describe it) buying some pizzas* I got two kinds of pizzas cus I didn't know what you wanted, Little Wing.

Jason: *repeatedly blinks* WOAAAH. Sweet! Thank you, Wally.

Dick: Hey.... *playfully nudges Wally* I get to call him Little Wing. Hmmpf. *he points at his chest* Only. Me.

Wally: *salutes* Aye, aye, Captain. Of course, Robin-O. Your wish is my command. I need my spot in Teen Titans.

Dick: *rolls his eyes, smiling* I don't know what I'm gonna do without you in the group.

Dick and Wally don't even realize that Jason has started eating the pizzas.

Wally: WOAH. The kid is fast.

Dick: Watch out, Kid Flash. Little Wing is after your job.

after the three boys enjoy their pizzas, Wally cradles Dick on his arms while Dick cradles young Jason on his as they speed to the store to get some ice cream. and they go back to the Tower to play some games and read some books.

Tim

Wally: Genuis, hey! I know you're a genuis and all, but all you have to do is call me so I can let you in. *munches on some chips as he lays on the couch of his apartment* Don't do that Batman shit on me.

Dick: Guess what? I'm not the genuis one anymore. *smiling widely*

Wally: What you talking about? *about to stand up to get another bag of chips in the kitchen*

Dick: Presenting... *somersaults for dramatic effect* Tim, my brother.

A young boy with similar features with Dick and Jason, dark hair and blue eyes, enters the apartment.

Dick: Mostly known as Baby Bird. He figured out the code of your apartment and I didn't even tell him. How awesome, huh?

Wally is already beside Tim in less than a second.

Tim: Hi, Wally. *young Tim waves shyly* I know you. You're... *whispering* Kid Flash.

Dick: He figured mine and B's identities. Figured he knows yours too. *proudly says as he gently pats the top of Tim's hair*

Wally: MEGA AWESOME!!!! *he shakes Tim's hand* You're the new Genuis, huh. Can you tell me more secrets? Like what's Dick's favorite... No, wait. Second, no.. Hmmm. Sixth? *he counts with his fingers* Twelfth favorite place to visit? I've been trying to figure it out so I can take him there this year.

Tim: *looks at Dick* Hmm. I'm sure I'll figure it out with a few clues.

Wally: That's my man!! *he offers a high five and Tim tiptoes to hit Wally's palm*

Dick: *laughs* Hey, I'm right here.

they sit on Wally's couch as they enjoy some documentaries cus of course, Tim suggests it. Dick and Wally go along for the ride. Wally pleads for Dick to give a clue on his 12th favorite place in the entire world to visit.

Damian

Wally: Your cookies are still the very best I've had, Alfred. *says in between as he drowns his mouth for more cookies*

Alfred: *smiles as he cleans the kitchen at the Manor* Thank you, Mister West.

Ahem.

Damian: Excuse me. Aren't you supposed to be the new Flash?

Wally: OH MY GOSH!!! *he nearly jumps back from his seat and looks down at the small figure of a boy with a cat on his arms* Hi, little man. Yes, I am. I'm Wally. You are?

Damian: Tt. I thought you'd be able to quickly notice my approach. But when the stomach has a goal, you don't really pay much attention to your surroundings.

Wally: *opens his mouth and looks down at his stomach* Well, I'm always hungry.

Alfred: *warns from the kitchen* Master Damian.

Wally: Wait.. Damian?.... Aren't you Bruce's kid-

Dick: Dami! DAMI! *enters the kitchen and blinks at Wally then at Damian and then vice versa again* There you are, Dami. *approaches the two* Hey, Wally. Sorry to keep you waiting.

Wally: Hey, don't sweat on it, Dick. I can wait. Besides, I'm all comfortable here. *shoves another cookie on his mouth which earns a smile from Dick and a look of disgust from Damian*

Dick: Looks like you two have met already. Wally, this is Damian, my littlest brother. Dami, this is Wally, the Flash -

Damian: I know who he is. And don't use the word little on me, Grayson. *Dick and Wally watches Damian as he puts down the cat and grabs two cookies for himself* It's nice to meet you, West.

Wally: *looks at Damian's tiny hand and he thinks how much he wants to pinch his cheeks* Nice to meet you, Damian.

After Wally thanks Alfred for the cookies and pinches Damian's cheek gently, which earns a tt from the boy, he walks with Dick to his car parked outside of the Manor.

Wally: He has a few of Bruce's features. He's so cute!

Dick: Well, I'm lucky to have the cutest brothers.

Meanwhile in the kitchen.

Damian: Does Father know?

Alfred: About what, Master Damian?

Damian: About Grayson and West.

Alfred: He's a detective. I'm sure he knows.

Damian: I doubt it. *eats another cookie*

[kittyball23]

Any chance of a quick fic of Branch's bros showing and telling Poppy Branch's embarrassing baby photos all while he's a embarrassed grumpy pants about it? I feel we need more embarrassing loving big brothers moments.

Hi, Anon, I apologize for this being delayed. I wrote out a few drafts to this story, but was unsatisfied with the turnout until now. I do hope you enjoy :)

Show and Tell (a Trolls fanfic)

By the time that Branch had gotten his drink at the bar - a concoction his older brother called the Tropical Refresh, composed of a variety of fresh, fruity juices  - and walked over to the backstage area of the karaoke stage to find Poppy, he could already hear the bouts of giggling coming from his girlfriend. Branch had come across this type of situation a few times already, and he didn’t need to ask what had gotten her in such a lighthearted mood.

“Don’t you ever get tired of looking at that?” he asked, gesturing at the clue board that she was unashamedly ogling over.

“Nope!” Poppy chirped. “How can you ever get tired of looking at this cutie-patootie face, huh?” She reached into her pocket and showed him a little wallet-size photograph of him in his signature perm.

Branch gasped. “Hey! Who gave you that?”

“I did!” The blue Troll turned to find John Dory approaching them, looking quite proud of himself. “Don’t worry bro, I got copies for you, too!” he said, pulling out three more from his dark, aquamarine hair.

Branch groaned. “Seriously?”

“What do you mean ‘seriously’? What’s so embarrassing about a baby photo? You totally rocked the look!” JD asked, confused. Then he chuckled, nudging Branch with his elbow and speaking hushedly so Poppy couldn’t hear. “At least I didn’t show her the other box, right?”

But Poppy had heard him. She perked up and faced John Dory with curiosity. “What other box?”

JD beamed at her. “Ohoho, girl, if you like these photos, just wait till you see what I got in store for you.” Whistling Rhonda over, he entered his caterbus and pulled out a heavy-looking trunk. He struggled dragging it out for a moment, and then gave a short cry.

“Ouch! There goes my back,” he whined with a grimace, having strained himself too hard and rubbing the affected area. But the smile returned to his face a moment later. “Feast your eyes on le pièce de résistance, Poppy Seed!” he declared grandly, and then opened the trunk with a dramatic flair.

For a second light almost seemed to emit from the trunk, like it had been filled with glittering gold. When Poppy managed to focus in and see what it actually was, well, it was as good as gold to her.

“EEEE! Oh my GOSH!!” She grabbed Branch’s arm and leapt up and down with tears of joy while her boyfriend grumbled in dismay. “This is the best day of my life!”

“OOooo, really! Why’s that?” It had been Viva who’d spoken, neither one of them having heard her approaching with all the commotion Poppy was making. She noticed the trunk and grinned. “Is there a lifetime supply of candy in there? I know that would be the best day of my life!”

“Even better!” Poppy cried, stepping aside so her sister could see. Viva tucked her hands under her chin and gushed.

“Awwww…. That’s so sweet!”

Suddenly Poppy whirled on John Dory, grabbing him by the vest and shaking him hard. “John Dory! And just how long were you going to wait before you told me about this?!?!”

“You gotta ask to receive!” JD answered simply.

“Well, I guess,” Poppy grumbled, “Okay, but no more dillydallying, you have GOT to spill everything to me about these!”

But to her surprise, John Dory shook his head. “No can do, Miss Poppy…”

The Pop Queen’s jaw dropped. “WHAT?”

While also surprised to hear this answer come from his brother, Branch was actually relieved. “Oh, good.” The less embarrassment he had to endure in front of his girlfriend, the better!

But it seemed JD wasn’t done explaining. “...Not without the others to help,” he finished with a sly smile.

Now it was Branch’s turn to exclaim “What?”

And before he could stop him, John Dory had cupped his hands around his mouth and called out in the direction of the cantina. “YO, BRUCE! CLAY! FLOYD! GET YOUR BUTTS OVER HERE, PRONTO!”

A few seconds later, all three Trolls had hightailed their way over.

“What’s up John Dory?” Floyd asked.

“Why you sounding like there’s a big emergency or something?” Clay questioned with suspicion, knowing how JD had a tendency to overexaggerate matters.

“And why does Poppy look like she’s about to faint?” Bruce asked, pointing at the overwhelmed Pop Queen who was being held up by Viva and fanned.

John Dory presented the trunk to the three of them. “Does this answer your question?”

Three identical ear-to-ear smiles stretched across their faces.

“Awwww, that’s nice,” Clay cooed.

“Wow,” Floyd whispered, tears pooling in his eyes, “I really had thought these were all gone…”

“Well they’re not!” Bruce chuckled happily. “This is great!”

“You’re telling me,” Poppy mumbled, just about ready to collapse. “And speaking of telling me…” She gestured at the trunk meaningfully.

But Branch intervened, putting a hand up. “Now wait, wait a second, hold on. Must we do this?”

John Dory rubbed his chin. “Hmm. Alright, those who aren’t in favor, raise your hands,” he said, putting the decision up to vote.

As it turned out, Branch was the only one among the seven who followed through on that.

“‘Kay. Now, all in favor of sharing Branch’s totally brodacious and all-around awesome Bitty-B-baby photographs, put ‘em up!”

Six hands flew up into the air without hesitation.

Branch rolled his eyes. “Fine.”

“YAY!” Poppy cheered, clapping her hands with Viva and giving her boyfriend a great big hug in gratitude.

John Dory grinned as he reached into the trunk - full to the brim with Branch-centered memorabilia, cut-outs, magazine-clippings, and pictures - and pulled out the first item to share. Poppy squealed as he began to explain.

“Hehehe, this one” - he started, gesturing at a photograph of Baby Branch suspended on a glitter wire - “was when we were deciding how Branch was gonna make his first live appearance. We thought about having him lower down onto the stage from above, but, hehehe, he was kinda afraid of heights.”

“I was a baby, John Dory. Everything around me looked big! So… yeah,” Branch said in his defense, crossing his arms.

Bruce had a turn picking next, and gave a knowing “Ohhh,” when he saw what it was. “Debut outfit idea that, of course, didn’t work because of, well… the obvious.” When he showed the photo, it was Baby Branch with his head barely peeking out of the top of a puffy blue vest, BroZone’s signature white slacks on his bottom and trailing behind him like a gown’s train.

“I wasn’t the same size as you all back then,” Branch said with a tone in his voice that exhibited a “duh!”

“Aw, but at least you’ll fit in it now, right, sweetie?” Poppy cooed lovingly to him.

He had to smirk at his girlfriend’s neverending optimism. “Yeah, I guess so.”

Clay laughed when he pulled out the next photograph. “Ohhh, man… Grandma’s birthday,” he said fondly. “Each of us had a hand in getting together her special Fluffleberry cake. Bruce and I made the batter. John Dory and Floyd took care of the baking. And Branch, hehehe… he helped decorate. Although, I think he might’ve ended up decorating himself more than the cake.” He turned the photo around so the others could see the little blue Troll baby covered from head to toe in colorful icing and sprinkles.

“It was my first time!” Branch wailed. “And believe me, I had icing in places I didn’t even know I had.” He shuddered to remember. “It was unpleasant.”

“Well, it’s a good thing we took you to the bath right after,” Floyd said with a little grin. The grin became wider when he pulled out the next photo. “Oh my, and speaking of baths… can’t forget your first shower, can we?”

Branch’s cheeks turned red from embarrassment when the baby photo depicted him pictured from behind, the soap bubbles barely hiding his birthday suit.

“Whoaho!” JD cracked up., “Now there’s something you don’t see everyday!”

“I guess you could say it happens only once in a blue moon, am I right?” Clay joked, Bruce laughing alongside him.

“OH!” Poppy squeaked in surprise, blushing, while Viva gasped and put a hand over her mouth.

“This just goes to showcase a whole new meaning to ‘junk in the trunk!’” Branch humphed with whatever dignity he had left, referring to John Dory’s trunk of memorabilia. Although, his older brother didn’t interpret the statement that way.

“I’ll say!” he hollered, stooping down to slap Branch in the rear.

“OUCH! JD!”

The goggled Troll giggled in response to his shout.

Branch huffed and plopped down to the ground, both as a way to ensure that John Dory wouldn’t do that again and as a way to make himself comfortable. Because - as the elder Troll took his turn sifting through the trunk for another good photograph and story attached to it, and his brothers eagerly awaited their next turns, and his girlfriend sat there nearly panting in anticipation - Branch realized that he would be there for quite some time.

Yep. A nice loooong time.

[blacklegsanjiii]

im kind of imagining for revolutionary!sanji that maybe theres a moment in alabasta where luffy and ace say something that sabo always used to say, maybe an inside joke, and everyone is confused but sanji kind of unintentionally mutters "youre just like sabo" and their heads snap towards him. cue an intense and furious interrogation that sanji is trying to evade bc he thinks sabo maybe pissed them off during a mission and they have no clue how the fuck sanji knows their dead brother's name

maybe not canon to your au but a fixit alternative?

Oh my gosh..... Ace and Luffy pester Sanji until they find out who Sabo is.

Sanji who is just watching these two feral adults, one of which lit his cigarette with his fruit. He's mentioned offhandedly having a brother he doesn't get to see often. Probably only once like when he talks about being from the North Blue. Sanji can't talk about a lot of stuff just because of how high ranking he is the Revolutionary Army.

So he's watching them and all the dumb shit they're doing and is just like "you're both just like Sabo" under his breath and they whip around to look at him. He doesn't know Sabo is their dead brother and they didn't know another Sabo could exist in the world. When Luffy and Ace ask about him Sanji doesn't really answer.

Can't risk whatever Sabo is doing right now. They keep pestering him throughout Alabasta. After a while Sanji is like "he's my brother! Okay! I don't get to see him a lot!" And then Luffy rubbers his way into Sanji's pockets and finds a photo of him and Sabo in their early teens, Sabo who has a massive scar covering one of his eyes and going into his hairline. Ace and Luffy are just staring at it and crying because that's their brother and everyone is confused and Nami and Zoro are hitting Sanji because he didn't tell them!

"It's not my fault Sabo never mentioned them! And it's not Sabo's either because he doesn't have his memory from before showing up!" Sanji defends himself and Sabo and everyone is like "he's at Baratie?" And Sanji shrugs and says he doesn't know where Sabo is right now and he probably won't for a while. It's just how it is.

ALTERNATE MARINEFORD BELOW

Fuck it if this happens Sanji is like "Hey, we need to get to Marineford right now." To Sabo and Sabo is like "SWEET WE'RE FUCKING UP AN EXECUTION AND DRAGON DOESNT KNOW!"

Sanji and Sabo make it and Sanji is dressed in his Revolutionary best. Ace and Luffy are looking at these blond dumbass revolutionaries. And once Ace is free and Sanji and Sabo send them to the White Beard fleet Sanji and Sabo are grinning at these top Government officials like "haha dragon is going to be pissed" only for Ivankov to have them scruffed and hauled off too.

"I would expect better from our chief of staff and head of espionage! Honestly, what do these two have do with you two?" Ivankov demands as they gesture between the four of them and Sanji is like "well he's my Captain, he's my Captains brother, and they think the know Sabo from before times."

Ivankov is looking between them as Ace is reeling because he almost died, his pops did die, Luffy saved him, his other dead brother is alive and the cook is a revolutionary and so is his dead brother and they are high ranking? What the fuck? Also the before times?

And Ivankov is just leaning over them like "explain yourselves, we raised you better than this!" As Sabo and Sanji point out they were raised soldiers and Sabo doesn't remember anything before showing up on Baltigo when he woke up to Sanji staring at him. Koala grabs Sabo's pipe and nails both of the blonds with it and screams obscenities that belong in the void century.

Sabo is blinking at Sanji as blood is running down their faces then at Ace and Luffy. "If that's all it took to bring your memories back I'm going to hit you again." Koala threatens and Sabo fucking runs from her making her give chase and Ivankov is muttering to themself as Koala chases Sabo around the ship. And seeing an opportunity to make it worse Sanji is like "Koala, look at this!" As he lights his legs on fire.

Sabo throws Sanji into the ocean and Koala hits him with the pipe like a baseball sending Sabo flying after him. Ivankov can't believe this is head of espionage and the chief of staff. Ace and Luffy are crying their brother is alive but also very confused at the pipe weilding woman who just brained both Sanji and Sabo. She's kind of scary.

[rabbitbakery]

A captain and his crew

FINALLY i pick this back up, the brainrot has returned 👹

This is part two to this, so technically it’s part 3 in total???? It’s my story let me cook 👹

Warnings: none!

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“Capin? Caaapin?” 

Black Pearl cookie was awoken by the sound of sailors… finally, it’s been forever since she’s gotten to have some real fun. Her large tail propels her out of her nest, the waves smashing against the rocks as a large monsoon of a storm forms above.

“Hehehe…” 

She could see the little cookies struggle to stay aboard their hollow whale as her seas rock it. Oh how it filled her with cruel glee.

“Who dares enter my seas?!”

She rises from the waves, her titanic form casting a dark shadow on the crew. Oh how she would take joy ripping this boat to smithereens-

“AYE LASS WAIT-“

Captain Caviar cookie interrupted her fun, her slitted eyes moving to him for but a moment.

“Dats my crew, they were comin to get me, membr’?” His voice was frantic, almost scared. His crew was like family, he loved them way too much just to watch her drown them. Ah. Her storm quickly vanished, her seas calming to still murky water.

“Oh.” She could feel her heart drop just a bit, not wanting to scare him off, she doesn’t think her soul jam could handle another loss

“I… apologize..” The siren mumbled, sinking back into the murky depths. God she doesn’t think she’s felt embarrassed in a millennia.

“Captain you’re ok!” A small, shrilled voice called from the deck, one that she recognized as a child.

“Corse’ I am! This ol sea beast wouldn’t hurt a fly!” He put his hands on his hips triumphantly, which caused the blue one to shoot him a look.

“Maybe not, but she sure was planin’ on us as a replacement.” He said, his snarky remark making Captain Caviar cookie let out a loud chuckle.

“Aye shes a dear once ya meet er’!”

“Capin’ wait-“ the blue cookie shouted too late as he watched his captain dive back down into the blue abyss.

“Lass why don’t ya introduce urself? I’m sure me crew has been dyin’ to meet da legendary sovereign I been tellin’ em about!” The laying siren curled further into herself upon the sea floor, growling a bit.

“…I’m not a people person.” Black Pearl cookie growled, her tail slapping the sea floor slightly. It took her at least a month to get pleasant with him, Black Pearl cookie hasn’t a clue how to talk to his crew.

“Yea I know dat but dis is my crew! You’d love em’!” She growled a bit more, like a displeased cat, but ultimately forced herself above the waves, half her head and slit eyes looking at the small crowd of land creatures.

“…hello..” Black Pearl cookie grumbled out, hearing that childish squeal she heard before. The small cookie’s olive eyes lighting up upon seeing her.

“Wowie!-“ Their little voice shrilled before the Blue one slapped his hand above the youngster’s mouth.

“Aye don’ be shy! Give the Lass a warm welcome! Show er’ your captain taught ye som’ manners at least!” Captain Caviar popped out of the water next to her, patting the side of his boat, the Salty Shark with his rough hand. All his crew went stark stiff, before the blue haired one spoke.

“…I’m Azul Coral cookie” He sounded very unenthusiastic, his shaking dough still recovering from his first interaction with her. He gestured to his crew mates, pointing to the little one first

“Dis’ is Rookie Cookie”, the little one waved at her enthusiastically, gosh it’s been forever since she’s seen a child.

“And dis’ is Lilac coral cookie” The purple haired one, stayed quiet, but was looking at her in awe.

“…Mr Fishbowl for a head didn’ come wit’ us, old dog refused to even git’ on board”

Azul Coral cookie finished. Ah.. that old sea pest decided to not greet her this go around. How curious..

“What’s wit’ da look on ya face boy? Ya think I was lyin’ to ya?” Captain caviar cookie laughed out at the pu- Lilac coral cookie, the pile of crumbs shutting his mouth and looking at his captain 

“Ah hush it! I jus’ bout’ died and ye laughin’ at me!” Their voice was not all far off from the sailors she usually sinks, she swears all their voices blend together.

The crew discussed for a good while, the siren silently listening. She supposed their company wasn’t unpleasant.. maybe. Eventually they all joined her in the water, their dough must be similar to their captain’s, as they didn’t appear to be crumbling.

“Wowie your cooler up close!!!”

The child’s voice broke her thoughts, her slit eyes falling on the small cookie now in front of her.

“…” Peculiar, she used to be so good with the guppies in tear crown, yet she cannot think of what to say..

“…thank you” is all she can muster. Uugh, children could be so difficult-

“Can I touch your hair?” Rookie cookie so he’s named swam closer to her, his little, bright eyes focused on her cloud-like hair.

“- um, I suppose, sure.” UUUGHHH- She feels PATHETIC, it’s. A. Child. She’s the great sovereign of the dustgloom sea how is she struggling to communicate with a CHILD-

“Wowie! You’re so cool miss!”

Black Pearl cookie looked down once more at the young cookie, his little hands gently petting her hair. Eventually he swam off to his fath- she means captain, giggling and splashing him, much to Captain Caviar Cookies amusement…. She could get used to this.

[biscuit-munchies]

Oh my GOSH I love your Donita x Martin art, she really is down bad for him 😭😂 do you have any headcannons (serious or not) about them?

AYYYY thanks! As for headcannons ive got a couple of silly ones

also keep in mind these are focusing on the wild kratts version of the characters so :P

donita is always the one who instigates the flirting first, martin probably does not pick up on all the flirting unless it's super obvious, he thinks of it as more friendlyish banter

Martin gets easily flustered around her when she hits on him, he is NOT used to affection like that dirrected towards him

girl has a thing for blond hair blue-eyed men/women (just look at dabio for example lmao)

Donita probably didn't start falling HARD for him till some time after flight of the draco, girl saw him in that fab outfit and his passion and was like "oh I NEEEEEED that man"

donita probably has one of those dumb WK posters you'd see in some of the kid's rooms, but it would be cut in a way that it's just martin

Donita is not one to fall for people easy, sure she would think someone looked handsome/pretty n all, but never to such an obsession. She has probably had everything handed to her since she was little, so her not getting the man she wants makes it all the more... tantalizing? tantalizing.

Donita is a got dam BRAT when no one is looking, she can be both intimidating or a big whiny brat at a flip of a switch

I think the idea of them being exes is really fucking funny, like the casual calling eachother, the petnames (Martino, Darling, etc) and the crew having NO clue (aside from probably chris) until the wild kratt's first or second encounter with the fashionista's animal escapades. Like can you imagine koki and aviva looking into donita's general info and martin walks by, stops, and blurts out "Aw fuck it's my ex" and they whip around SO fast like "?????? EX??? YOU KNOW HER???" and martin kinda shrugs

[fatuismooches]

i have been silent but that does not mean i have stopped thinking about dottore

based off of some fanart i saw, im like. 99.9999% sure zandik rarely heard any nice stuff said to him n i dont know why but i just. imagine this in my head. its such a tender, vulnerable and soft moment where zandik, probably akademiya or early fatui days, fits himself between your legs as he wraps his arms around your waist. his head laying comfortably on your thighs as he sits on his knees. its a moment that shows his trust, you know? allowing himself to be small before you, a rare act of submission to your love as your fingers play with his curls, palms warm and soothing as you cup his cheek. n' u just tell him things that he struggles to believe, like how he's so beautiful, and that you care about him, how he deserves to be loved even though he's perceived as a monster. and i dont know, but i wanna gently raise his head by his chin, softly smile at him and say "zandik, you're a good boy." because i know no one has ever ever said that to him, not even his parents.

healing his parental issues frrrr 💪💪💪 IS. IS THIS WEIRD??? IDK IT KINDA SOUNDS WEIRD BUT I DONT KNOW, IN MY HEAD THIS IS JUST. EVERYTHIN FOR ME.

this is just how i imagine zandik, honestly I DONT KNOW WHY BUT THE FANART I SAW FUCKS ME UP AND I WANNA CARE FOR HIM AND PAMPER HIM AND MAKE HIM FEEL THINGS NO ONE CARES ENOUGH TO MAKE HIM FEEL.

i want that boy to be treated like a pretty girl by taking him out on romantic dates and writing him love letters he's 100000% gonna keep, laminate and immortalize. i want to treat that boy like the fragile thing he is, hold him in my arms and kiss him so so gently.

ITS DRIVING ME NUTS.

oh yeah. totally not projecting onto zandik. NOPE. nuh uh. totallllyyyy....

THAT MENTAL IMAGE YOU'VE GIVEN ME... oh my gosh. i am so soft right now. Sniff sob... Zandik being so open and vulnerable in front of you :( OH EDBEWDWE HIM IN THAT POSITION IS MAKING ME CRY HE'S SO CUTE... you have no clue how you managed to get him to be so submissive but you're not going to say anything nor are you going to squander this opportunity. You're not even sure if he's comfortable like that, sitting on his knees but... he seems unbothered and quite actually, content with nuzzling his face into your thighs, having your hands run through his fluffy blue hair soothingly. For once, he is almost eerily silent, instead of being all fight and rebuttal all the time, as he doesn't seem to have a smart answer for your gentle words this time. It's new to you, not him vehemently denying your statements, but you're going to take advantage of it, holding his cheeks and kissing him all over, whispering in his ear softly but firmly about how much you love him and everything you love about him, and that you always will.

CALLING HIM A GOOD BOY... i am on the floor in a puddle and sobbing. Kai your brain >>> peak. But it makes me so sad to know that Zandik's literally never received any kind of positive form of affection all his life 😭 Not even his parents... like fuck I'm in pain for him. It took reader SO long to even break his first wall down (he has like a dozen probably) because of how poorly he was treated by the people who were supposed to "love" him :( he just really needs some love :( i think after a really long time, Zandik would come to really crave your appreciation sometimes. Like, he doesn't make it obvious or anything, but he'll do something like perhaps deal with some fellow scholars without snapping at them, or anything he doesn't really do in general, and look at you expectantly if you haven't praised him yet. Because you're the only one who has ever praised his efforts.

HE DESERVES TO BE PAMPERED SO BAD 😭😭 ugh i know Sumeru is mostly hot and you two can't have any cold bundled up days over there but. i love the idea of you two snuggling and sleeping in one morning. Both of you know you're gonna be late for class, but you're like, fuck it we're skipping. And Zandik scolds you, but he's making no effort to leave either! So... you two just stay in bed cuddling as you pamper him (you definitely were the big spoon quite frequently back then here 😭) Slow and lazy morning as you wash his hair and body in the bathe 🥺 breakfast that you made as he looks over his notes 🥺

Bro i can't even imagine Zandik's reaction to you trying to treat him like a pretty princess 😭 Even when you two are dating he just doesn't understand :( why do you go so far for him? What he gives you in return is far less than what you provide for him... he just doesn't understand, but it seems like you're wholly content with everything the way it is so... he won't let you go.

[pynkhues]

https://www.tumblr.com/pynkhues/770520378423508992/httpsxcomlunestatstatus1870598286740242541-d?source=share I love how seemingly effortlessly he moves/walks and also the fast sudden movements he makes in certain scenes. It all just gives me a bit of a creepy feeling while looking alluring at the same time! Very cat-like as well! I'm also convinced I read somewhere that Jacob actually took inspiration from reptiles for louis but I don't know enough about them to look for clues in his performance

Super cat-like, anon! Very feline/leonine across the board.

And oh my gosh, I am SO fascinated with Jacob taking inspiration from reptiles for Louis! I hadn't read that, but as someone who grew up around a lot of them being, y'know, Australian, haha, and even had a rescue Blue Tongue for 15 years, as well as a cousin who bred carpet pythons, I can really see it! Especially in the way he'll be very still and suddenly move very quickly and fludily? Now I'm just imagining Louis and Lestat fighting like goannas though, haha.

[fountainpenguin]

Kevin Crocker & Girlfriend! I love drawing them together.

2017 -> 2018 -> 2024

The middle picture was originally drawn as the announcement image for Come What May Chapter 2, "Watch the Walls." Here's the scene that inspired it; I think it's cute:

The second cat was one of those hairless skinned-potato cats with wrinkles instead of fur, and a few dark blotches on her chest and back. One of them looked rather a lot like the state of Idaho, although the rest were unremarkable. Her eyes were blue-violet, searing into Kevin's forehead with intelligence beyond his expectations. Her fangs stuck out like snaggleteeth.

Uncle Denzel brightened when she sat up. He even released Kevin's shoulders, although he continued to block the stairs–and therefore Kevin's path to the front door, which was too bad. You know. In case of emergencies.

"Girlfriend, you're awake!" Uncle Denzel scooped the sluggish cat into his arms. "Have you met my nephew, Kevin?"

"Mrrow," said the cat, snuggling against his shoulder. Her slitted eyes stared down at Kevin, fiery as a warning bell. Her face was narrow, her ears enormous. In fact, she was just plain weird. But those eyes were the worst. They were like flashing police lights breathing down his neck. Or headlights flaring to life on a smashed junkyard car. Kevin flinched against the banister. Disregarding this, Uncle Denzel turned and offered him the cat with proud arms.

"Go on, Kevin. Don't be shy. You'll like Girlfriend. She's a real hoot after dark, and unlike Smokey, she actually belongs to me instead of Mother! It's just like winning the lottery, except this way I get to own a cat!" Uncle Denzel suddenly paused. "You're not allergic to cats, are you?"

Briefly, Kevin debated saying yes. The hairless cat dangling in front of him looked more like a naked human baby than a feline, and not at all something he really wanted to pet. But then that would be lying, and as crazy as his uncle had shown himself to be so far, Kevin really didn't want to lie to him. He shook his head and in slow motion brought his hand to Girlfriend's head. She flattened her ears.

"Don't worry," his uncle assured him. "That just means she likes it."

"But I haven't even touched her yet."

Uncle Denzel continued to hold out the scrawny cat. Oh gosh, he was actually waiting for Kevin to pet her. And he would probably continue waiting for Kevin to pet her. So Kevin did. The cat's flesh was warm and vaguely fuzzy like the skin of a peach. His fingers touched weird wrinkles along her body. When his fingers passed over the Idaho-shaped mark on the back of her neck, she growled at him, flashing her teeth. Kevin withdrew his hand, fast, and twisted his body away.

"Iih! She's giving me a funny look, Uncle Denzel."

"That's just my face, dear," said the cat.

Kevin jerked back so quickly, he hit his funny bone on the banister. "Ahh! It talks!"

"What?" Uncle Denzel looked down at the cat in his hands. But instead of saying "That's ridiculous, animals can't talk," you know, like a normal person, he studied the cat in honest surprise. "Really? I thought Girlfriend only talked to Mother."

"But didn't you hear her?"

"She meows a little funny every now and again, but she doesn't mean anyone any harm."

"But… but…" Kevin searched Girlfriend's bored face for clues and answers. "She did talk! Honest!"

"Then she's been holding out on me," his uncle muttered.

The cat mewed again. This time it sounded like mockery. Kevin had started to look away, but upon hearing her, he snapped his attention back around. Creepy and naked as she was, he brought his face right up against hers and squinted. Hard. At least if she chose to strike at his eyes with her claws, she'd hit his glasses first. "Ooh. Maybe she's a robot, Uncle Denzel. She could be a cyborg!"

Uncle Denzel sighed. "No, Kevin. Cyborg was Mother's other pet cat. Believe it or not, that was his name even before he lost his front legs in a treadmill accident and was taken in to be fitted for prosthetics. He had his own cushy cat bed, but he always tried to sleep under Mother's dresser whenever the door was open. If he were still alive, I'd bring him downstairs whenever I serve my students detention over the weekends. Ha! That would keep them from following me home after school!"

The bald cat wasn't revealing any further signs of intelligence, so Kevin pulled away. "Hmm. Can I take her apart–I mean, take her to my room, Uncle Denzel?"

Come What May

[thatoneadhdseabunny]

Seven Minutes in Heaven

Hey All!! First actual story post!

Note: This was written with an OC in mind, who has her own story, as well as will be the main focus of most of my fics. However, I'm thinking I might make a lil' collection of x Reader stories, so stay tuned for those!

OC's Name: Miami Blue Lycan

Pairing: Miami Lycan x Garroth Ro'meave

”So, when are you gonna ask him?” Kawaii~Chan asked, holding the top of her cup lazily. And like I always did when she brought him up, My face burst into flame.

“I-i- wh-what?” I asked, turning to the pink haired girl. “Ask who what?” “Garroth-Kun, obviously.” She said, wiggling her fingers in a wave to Garroth. Who was currently staring directly at me. I pulled the skirt lower, trying to cover my legs. They were always too friggin’ thick.

“KC, Me and Garroth aren’t a thing! Haven’t been for a while.” We haven’t talked much since I moved in. Mostly it’s jusg been reconnecting with friends not…

whatever Garroth Ro’meave is.

”Well, anyway, I see Aphmau-Senpai over there, so I’m gonna go talk to her, m’kay?” Kawaii-Chan giggled, walking over to Aph.

“I love KC as a friend, but actually what the heck is she talking about right now.” She’s planning something. Most of the time at Parties, she’d be trying to talk to Katelyn, maybe Dante, but her and Aph plot…

“AUGH!” I jumped, putting my fists up. Garroth gave me some space, hands up, with a smirk on his face.

"Hey Miami." I deadpanned, as Garroth held in his laughter. "What?" I snorted, and I coughed, trying to cover whatever that was, and crossed my arms.

"Nothing, just you scaring the absolute crap out of me, no big deal." I groaned, rubbing my forehead. I caught sight of Garroth's smile and blushed a little. Pushing my sunglasses down. "Keep it cool, Mia-" I thought, looking away. I don't want to hurt him.

"Well, I think this'll be worth it. I have a game we can play~" He teased, guiding my chin back towards him. My heartbeat picked up, and I took a shaky breath. I looked away, cheeks flaming.

"What game would that be, Gar?" I asked, wincing at the wobble in my voice, stupid Garroth, always being so cute, and persuasive, and stuff.

"Well, Travis started a game of Seven Minutes in Heaven." Garroth suggested, and I smiled, expertly hiding the internal panic.

"Uh oh." I thought, my cheeks keeping their same temperature, barely feeling Garroth's palms.

I sat in the circle, glancing around at all of the people around. "I have no clue why I'm so nervous, I've never played this game." I thought, looking over to Garroth.

"Alright! I'm sure you all know the rules to this game, so let's get started!" Travis shouted, causing a cheer to rise from the group. I spaced out, focused more on the beat of the music playing softly in the background, turned down in favor of hearing other's talk. I snapped out of it, feeling Garroth lightly brush over my knuckles. I looked down at my hand, before meeting Garroth's comforting eyes. He tilted his head towards Travis, making my head follow his lead, and turn towards the white haired man.

"You ready, M?" He asked, a concerned look on his face. I nodded, rubbing the arm keeping me propped up.

"Y-yeah, sure." I answered, a small smile on mine. I took the bottle in my hands, and took a deep breath. "What's the point of this game anyway?" I thought, mindlessly spinning the bottle. What do you do when you get in the closet?" I thought, before a weird noise tickled my ears, as I looked up, to see Kawaii~Chan, as well as others giving me a smirk. I blinked, confusion evident on my face, before I looked to Garroth. Whose face was completely red.

"Oh my Gosh, Gar! Are you oka-" I started, before he pulled me up to my feet, and dragged me behind him to the closet situated right before the front door. It was small, and cramped, especially with the four jackets taking up space in the already tiny place. 'Wh-what are we doi-" I was abruptly interrupted by the closeness of Garroth's face to mine. His breath was fanning over my face, and "Oh, Irene, why?" I blushed, as he didn't pull away, his eyes flicking to my lips, as I took a step back, and a hit to the head. "Agh." I winced, feeling the back of my head.

"Jeez, Mia, you alright?" He asked, putting his hand wehre I bumped it.

"Y-yeah. I'm good. Thanks for checking." I said, looking up to where his face is. It was quiet for a little bit, before a question ambled its way into my brain. "So! Uh, how do you play this game?" I asked, shyly, tilting my head so my hair would fall in my face, and getting comfy in my spot on the wall.

"You don't know?" Garroth asked, a bit of confusion in his voice. I could hear his heartbeat quicken. His hand rested on my cheek “When did it get there?” as he pulled me closer, “Is he gonna kiss me?”and I’ve never been this close with anyone but him, “Where do I put my hands?” and somehow, I’m not mad at it “WHY AM I SO CALM?”

“D-don’t know what?” I stuttered, looking up into those beautiful blue eyes. He ran his thumb over my cheek tenderly, as he thought.

“How dare he just casually give me a heart attack?!?”

“Most of the time, at least at these parties, Seven Minutes in Heaven is used when the group wants two people to get together.” I tilted my head, a bit confused.

“W-well, doesn’t that mean… that people want us to get together?” I asked, hands still chilling at my sides as a piece of curly hair dropped into my face.

“Maybe…” He chuckled a little, and I did too at the quiet filling the dark room. I felt his heartbeat quicken again.

“So… how to these people end up getting together?” I asked, and I felt his hand brush against my forehead. I heard his heartbeat quicken again, making me tap my fingers against the wall. He quickly stopped the clicking but gently grabbing hold of my hands, making my heartbeat quicken now. “Werewolf’s pace…”

“Is it okay if I show you?” I nodded slowly, closing my eyes, heart still beating quite fast.

“Alright Love Birds! Come on out!” Kawaii Chan giggled. The door quickly opened to reveal a happy Garroth and a profusely blushing Miami.

Hey All! This was actually a deleted scene from my version of Season One, and there’s more to come! (What are we thinking, Love~Love Paradise, or Falcon Claw University?)

Love you all, and I hope you liked it :)

[hazbinhappy]

Hey there! It's always fun to see people engaging in creative and fun things in their spare time. Enjoy your spring break! <3 I would like to request a match-up, if that is alright. I identify as she/her and am heterosexual. My personality type is ISFP, and I love performing arts! I have done both backstage and on-stage work as a theater girly, performing in musicals, more specifically, is my specialty. I love the thrill of being on stage, knowing I am bringing joy to people just by being entertaining. Singing, acting, and dancing are my bread and butter. I also like writing poetry and my own music. I play multiple instruments and like experimenting with new ones,DJ boards are fun too, and I recently got into that technology. I love classic literature. I am also the kind of person to dress up, even for video conferences, lol. If I had a demon form, it would probably be very pale, shoulder-length dark wavy hair, kinda big head with eyes that resemble cds if you actually look for too long, and generally is kinda on the short side in comparison to others, long black nails that she keeps in stiletto style, likes to wear purple and blue dress clothes a lot, and possibly have bunny ears too that she tucks into her hair since they are floppy. I just came up with that off the top of my head for giggles since why not. I can't really think of anything else to throw out there, take care, and have a fantastic evening/morning/afternoon/night! <3

Your Matchup is....

Vox!

Hear me out hear me out hear me out! I paired you two up because of the ability to be personable! Lemme me elaborate:

I won't lie: I have no clue how anyone would meet Vox! It can go so many ways! But I think you being someone who just makes music videos on social media (think of tiktok) for fun and you were gaining a lot of traction! Maybe you also were working for someone to run their social media PR

I'm not too sure but I am one hundred percent settled on it being you having gained his attention through social media

now that seems like Velvette's area, right? Yes, but I think Vox has a say in that department as well because come on? He has to at least have some voice in the PR of VoxTech

Anyways: let's say that Velvette suggested you as someone to join the PR team for the V's because their last one got themselves murked in the most recent extermination

Vox didn't care really until you showed up to get a video approved (that you happily voiced and created)

he didn't want to seem too interested but he liked that you had the personality that drew people in and kept them smiling and entertained

so of course he exploited that... at least in the beginning.

he kept you WORKING until you complained and said something which was a little dispute but y'all worked out a schedule

this was the slowest of burns because the man will not admit his feelings for the love of god

most likely you having to come and call him out on his behavior because the constant stalking and assignments just to see you was getting annoying

once y'all are together it's of course not all sunshine

he is constantly bitching about Valentino or Alastor or even his consumers and employees (just a whiner honestly) but you offer occasionally advice or just listen so he has a place to vent

he is of course going to make sure you have everything up to date! and you'll probably be the safest because he knows where you are

you probably avoid trying to use his money, but wow there is suddenly a VoxTech theatre??? That is so crazy and oh my gosh what is that?? You're in charge of it all and get to manage it and do whatever!!

it may sound like a weird match, but please see the vision, I see it.

"Hello, my dear-"

"Vox, you know I absolutely love your technology, obviously, but..." You frowned as you stood on the ladder fiddling with one of the many cameras in the theatre hall.

"But what?" He frowned as he watched you through the camera, "The cameras help with people being disruptive or just in general being a bad audience-"

"Yeah, but they glow. They ruin the ambiance."

"So?"

"Soooo they ruin the fact that the theatre is supposed to be completely dark so you can watch the show."

"... I suppose I could find a new solution."

"You better or I'm finding a way to take these all out myself."

[tracingpatternswrites]

The Patchwork of Us | Chapter 9

Oh gosh, here we are, the penultimate chapter of this little story and it seems as if James has something he needs to get off his christ. WHATEVER COULD IT BE?

The final chapter will be posted tomorrow, so take the time to catch up today. Read the story from the beginning here.

Snippet below the cut:

When Remus grew up, Christmas had always been a quiet affair, it had only been him and his parents. When he was a toddler his mum’s mum had been there too, but he barely remembered those years. His parents hadn’t exactly been young when they had him, and he didn’t even meet his dad’s parents, nor his mother’s dad.

So most of the Christmases he remembered, it had only been the three of them. There had been presents in the morning and a small Christmas lunch, a visit to the local church and that was pretty much it. Remus would spend the evening reading and his parents would go to bed early.

It was a far cry from what Christmas in Cornwall with the Potters had been. By the time Christmas was over, Remus was absolutely exhausted. He couldn’t remember the last time he had been surrounded by so many people, and he was feeling tired in the best possible way.

It had been overwhelming, there was no denying that, but it had also been nice. Remus hadn’t needed to worry about anything being weird between him and Sirius. In fact, the other man had seemed genuinely excited to have Remus there, which had thrown him a little bit.

James’ parents were lovely, inviting him into their home as if it was the most natural thing in the world. It had warmed him to see how they treated Teddy, no different than Harry, everyone going out of their way to make Christmas as special as possible for him, especially considering it was the first one without his mother.

They had spent some time talking about Tonks, about memories of her, but they had all been mindful not to let it overshadow Christmas. Teddy had been happy for most of it, even though Remus had noted that he kept close to Sirius when he was tired, eventually falling asleep in the other man’s lap with a half-eaten chocolate Santa in his hand.

Even though Teddy was adamant that he was too old to believe in Santa now, it had been amusing to see his confusion when they had roped in one of the neighbours to play the part. Teddy and Harry had both been showered with gifts, of course, and even though Remus had been worried that his own gifts would seem like nothing special compared to what everyone else could buy, it seemed as if the boy had liked the Lego set Remus had chosen.

He was surprised about his own gifts as well. Sirius had bought him the exact slow cooker that he’d been dreaming about, and Remus had no clue how he could have known. He couldn’t remember having told him about it, but he must have, in one of the endless conversations they’d had sitting around Sirius’ kitchen table this autumn.

Remus had felt bad about it, he knew how expensive they were, but Sirius had waved it away as if it was nothing. To him it probably wasn’t, Remus reminded himself, as he accepted the gift despite his initial resistance. James and Lily had been lucky in picking something out as well, somehow managing to pick out the exact kettle Remus had been looking at since his own broke down a couple of weeks earlier.

His best gifts, however, were from Teddy. The boy had brought him a set of stickers, the two of them spending the better part of an hour decorating his cane with them. It had been Teddy’s idea, assuring Remus that if it just looked a little nicer then maybe he wouldn’t forget it as easily.

That hadn’t even been the best thing, though. No, the best thing was the mug that Teddy had gifted him, a massive one just like the ones he loved to drink his tea from. It was the print that had clinched it for him though, the D A D written in capital letters, dark blue against a cream background.

Remus hadn’t known what to say, his throat feeling weirdly tight and tears had prickled behind his eyes. Everyone had been incredibly good about it though, no-one commented on anything except that it had been a nice gift, but he had felt Sirius’ silvery eyes on him throughout the whole rest of the evening.

At first he thought Sirius would be upset with him, hurt about the gift maybe, but it didn’t seem like it. Instead he had sought Remus out afterwards, telling him how Teddy had been resolute in finding a mug just like that. He told him how they had looked in several stores before they found one that Teddy was happy with.

Remus wasn’t sure if he imagined it, but as the days went on it was as if something changed between himself and Sirius all over again. Maybe it had just been the two of them spending so much time together in such close quarters over a longer period of time, or maybe it was the general festivities of Christmas.

It was definitely something because Sirius’ gaze seemed to linger on him a little longer than usual, and it seemed as if he took any excuse to let his fingers brush against Remus even if it was just in passing, a lingering touch on the small of his back as he moved behind him.

It had been Boxing Day when Remus had sneaked away for a smoke, claiming that he needed some fresh air, and Sirius had suddenly cornered him there. It had been cold, the sky clear and thousands of stars twinkling down at them where they were standing, huddled together on the back patio.

Continue on AO3.

[universalfanfic]

This is a one shot. There will CERTAINLY not be more. Or so help me. This is your fault, @inkoutsidethelines.

Please tolerate a "From Far Away AU" with Sutton and Bucky (Button) because "reasons".

Sutton wasn’t sure what happened. 

One moment she was walking down the sidewalk on her way home with a bag of groceries then there was a tremor, the ground dropped out from under her, and now she was in the middle of some woods. 

She was sprawled out in a clearing over some strange, golden moss and her bag of groceries was scattered next to her. The trees around her rose up high and glittered an unnatural hue. She was actually under the arching roots of one of the trees; they stretched alarmingly high above her, like fingers grasping at the dirt. 

Sutton pushed her messy hair out of her face and pushed herself onto her feet as she got a full view. Where there were once sidewalks and buildings and other pedestrians, now there was nothing. Nothing but wilderness. 

“This- this isn’t right,” she murmured to herself.  Coming out from under the roots revealed only trees, trees, and more trees. And moss. It was beautiful, but it was unsettlingly strange.

“Hello,” she called out. “Hello? Anyone! Mom?”

No one answered her. She was alone. She was alone and that made absolutely no sense. 

“Okay,” she said to herself while making a chopping motion with her hands, “I’m not going to panic. I’m definitely not going to pani- AH!” 

A rustle and a crash sounded behind her and some creatures suddenly zipped past her head. They were small mammals of some sort, possibly weasels? Chinchillas? She didn’t get a great look when one landed on the moss in front of her and another shape lurched from the surrounding brush and snapped it up. Sutton screeched. 

Whatever the predator was, it was no creature she’d ever seen before. It looked like a giant worm with spikes along its body, no eyes or facial features. Only a round mouth lined with teeth in a circle. Blood dripped from its mouth as it finished devouring the creature, and then it turned toward her. 

Sutton screeched even louder.

“Stay the heck away from me!”  

The monster ignored her demand and threw itself in her direction; Sutton bolted to leave the cover of the roots screaming all the while. More movement flashed in her vision and for a moment her gut dropped at the thought that it was another monster. But when the figure landed in front of her, it was quite clearly a man. He held a sword, an actual sword, at his side. 

Sutton stopped running to watch the interaction, and her gut twisted as the worm monster fell in half and flopped limply to the mossy ground. Relief instantly followed the revulsion. 

The man turned to look at her and Sutton rushed to him, throwing her arms around him in an impulsive display of gratitude. 

“Oh, thank you, thank you, thankyouthankyou! You saved my life; I don’t even know what that thing is and I’m pretty sure it was going to try and eat me next and on top of everything I have no clue where I am!” 

She tilted her head up and finally got a good look at him. He wore strange clothing, they looked hand-spun like he’d been attending a renaissance fair before this and was committed to authenticity. His tunic cinched at the waist with a wide belt where he had the sheath for his sword attached as well. The man himself had dark brown hair that looked like he hadn’t brushed it recently, or at least ran his fingers through it too much. There was a couple days worth of stubble on his face and he had sharp gray-blue eyes that glared at her. Sutton detached herself from him immediately. 

“Sorry! I swear I don’t usually hug strangers, I’m just so confused and terrified right now and I wasn’t thinking. And you did save my life, so, yeah. But I’m sorry for touching you; I get it, it’s weird. Oh my gosh, I talk way too much when I’m nervous. I’m Sutton by the way.” 

The man continued to stare at her like finding her in these strange woods was an unforgivable inconvenience. Then he opened his mouth and said something. Sutton blinked. 

“Um, sorry, I didn’t…I didn’t catch that?” 

The language he spoke wasn’t one Sutton was familiar with. She wasn’t even certain it was one she’d heard before. His voice was pleasant, deep and a bit gravelly at the ends of sounds, but his words were flat and short and clearly irritated. 

“I don’t understand what you’re saying,” she told him helplessly. “Is that Russian? No, the consonants don’t sound right. What the heck? This is still America, right?” 

She gestured around her at the forest. 

“America?” She asked him pointedly? “Estados Unidos? Anything?” 

But the man’s expression reflected no recognition or amusement. He simple stared, then he huffed as he grabbed her arm and pulled her along with him. 

“Whoa! Hey, okay, um- where exactly are you taking- OH MY GOSH THERE’S MORE OF THEM.” 

The forest was suddenly crawling with the horrid, giant worm monsters and Sutton’s heart leaped into her throat. She stumbled as she tried to keep up with the man and he grunted before swinging her up and throwing her over his shoulder. Things happened quickly after that. 

Trees blurred around them as the man ran and jumped over the attacking monsters with a grace and ease that told Sutton things were one hundred percent Not Normal. He sliced through a few more, jumped from the ground up over some tree branches, and then dropped them both down into a pit. 

Only one worm monster attempted to follow them but, strangely, it seemed to almost… wilt as it flopped on the ground. 

The man sat Sutton back on her own feet as if he’d rather not be touching her, and Sutton wobbled. He spoke again, almost sounding like he was attempting to reassure her of something, but otherwise walked away. Sutton dropped to her knees and the man looked at her in alarm and then annoyance. 

Too much bubbled up in Sutton at once. She was in some strange land without any explanation, there were giant worm monsters that nearly ate her, and this guy couldn’t even talk to her. She had no idea what was going on or how to fix it and she was scared. 

She had no idea how to get back home. 

Her chest constricted with emotion and she let out a hiccup as emotion clawed inside her rib cage. The tears erupted against her wishes, and Sutton stifled a wail as she curled into herself and sobbed as quietly as she could. The man left her alone. She could hear him shuffle as he crouched near her. 

He said something else, his tone softer but still distant; Sutton looked up at him with a tear stained face and he looked away sharply. 

“Am I in Hell?” Sutton asked as she tried to get in control of her breathing. “If I were in Hell the worms would be eating me. Purgatory then? I’m not even Catholic.” 

His mouth twisted in mild annoyance yet again and he repeated the same phrase he’d first said to her. 

Sutton wiped at her eyes as she righted herself and crouched next to the man. Crying wasn’t going to help her. She wanted to fall apart, she wanted to cry until her problems were magically fixed, but that had never worked before and she doubted it’d start now. And now she could actually be killed by her problems. 

If she wanted to survive to get home, she’d probably need this guy’s help. Maybe she could cry later, when she had free time, but right now she didn’t. She had to focus. 

“I- I’m Sutton,” she told him. When his expression didn’t change, she pointed to herself. “Sutton. Sutton. Okay?” She pointed to him and tilted her head to the side in a questioning gesture and, finally, she saw recognition light in his eyes.

“Sutton,” he repeated. 

She couldn’t help but smile at such a small victory. The man tipped up his chin. 

“Bucky,” he said. 

“Bucky,” Sutton repeated. 

He nodded and Sutton clapped her hands once. 

“Wonderful. Progress. Nice to meet you, Bucky.” 

Bucky’s eyes thinned at her using his name in a context he clearly didn’t understand, but he merely huffed again and then stood with a stretch. Sutton stayed on the mossy floor and watched. A river ran through the cavern they were in into a cave and massive tree roots crawled from the forest above them down deeper into this lower ground. 

Bucky unsheathed his sword, eyed the roots, and then began to slice them into long logs. Her adrenaline rush was crashing horribly, and Sutton didn’t think she had the energy to actually stand and watch what he was doing. Her arms shook just from propping herself up until they couldn’t anymore and she collapsed on the soft moss. 

She should stay awake. She needed to. If she wanted to live, she couldn’t let Bucky out of her sight in case he decided to leave her behind. 

But he’d decided to save her twice already. Surely he wouldn’t have wasted his time only to leave her here to die.

In the end, the choice was out of her hands anyway. Sutton’s body had had enough, and she fell asleep right where she’d landed. 

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He shouldn’t have saved her. Now he was responsible for her. Bucky had entered the forest with intentions entirely opposite of the situation he now found himself in. The woman didn’t even know what she was. 

The Awakening had been prophesied about for as long as he could remember. A story of some being or calamity that would one day come and awaken the Sky Demon, who would in turn bring destruction to the world. He’d come to make sure that didn’t happen. To put an end to The Awakening before it got the opportunity to do its work. 

The Awakening wasn’t supposed to be a confused, lost, clearly terrified woman. 

It complicated things. 

Bucky rubbed at his face in aggravation as he paused from his work. The raft was nearly done and she was still sleeping, which was fine by him. The woman, Sutton, spoke so quickly that even if they were speaking in the same tongue he still probably wouldn’t understand her. And, anyway, he was used to working alone. 

What was he supposed to do now? He couldn’t leave her in the forest. If the Flower Insects didn’t get to her, then others would. Others who were currently hunting for The Awakening to gain access to the Sky Demon themselves. 

No. He had no choice but to keep her with him, at least for now. 

She eventually stirred and woke with a small, pathetic whimper as she realized she hadn’t been dreaming. Bucky watched her face shift from confusion to despair, then her gaze landed on him and her face melted in relief. It pinched something inside of him. People didn’t look at him like that. 

She had no idea what she was. 

He finished up tightening the last bit of vine around his makeshift raft and heard the quiet shuffling of Sutton, and rustling of fabric behind him. Her presence burned hot at his back, and he looked over his shoulder down at her. She looked so small next to him. Small and helpless as she held a newly folded blanket in her arms. 

Whatever she said was phrased as a question, and she lifted the blanket as if in reference to it. Bucky’s face warmed and he looked away. 

He’d thrown the blanket over her while she slept simply so she wouldn’t freeze to death before he figured out what to do with her. The fact that it wasn’t winter was irrelevant. 

“If you’re talking about the blanket, don’t think about it,” he said. “We have to go. People will be coming sooner or later; we need to be far from here.” 

Sutton lowered the blanket to her side and stared up at him blankly. She said something, dull and flat, nearly mocking, and Bucky had a feeling she was telling him she couldn’t understand him in turn. 

Instead of using words, he grabbed her once more by the arm and dragged the raft to the river with the other. Sutton yelped indignantly next to him, but he ignored her protests. With one good kick, the raft was half in the water and he dropped Sutton onto it then followed with his pack. 

She said something snide and he pressed down on her forehead with a finger until she sat down, begrudgingly. 

“I don’t trust you not to fall off,” he said flatly. 

Without any more complaint from her, he shoved off from shore and let the raft be carried down the river into the cave. The light from the cavern dimmed until it was snuffed out completely; Sutton said something weakly from her spot on the raft. Bucky ignored her as he grabbed a spare portion of tree root and imagined it lit. Flames sprung up and burned away some of the darkness. Sutton gasped. 

He passed her the torch and she absently accepted it, though her eyes were wide and bewildered as she stared at the torch. 

Whatever she said next was one of those things that likely wouldn’t have only been lost in translation. Her mouth moved rapidly as she gestured at the torch, at the fire, at him. Bucky gave her nothing. 

Their raft traveled down until the cave opened up into a wider portion where a sort of ledge formed. There was a waterfall a bit further down, Bucky could hear it, so he turned, grabbed his pack, hefted Sutton over his shoulder again and jumped onto the cave floor. The yell in his ear nearly made him regret not just succumbing to the falls. 

He put her down and Sutton waved wildly yet again, torch still in hand, as she spoke; her tone implied more surprise than rage, which he accepted. 

And despite knowing that neither of them understood the other, she still continued to speak. She questioned something, likely him, as he dug through his pack and pulled out a roll of clothing. Her own clothing was odd. Clearly otherworldly, with some bright print on her too short tunic while her pants were made from some rough, sturdy material. It would signal to everyone that she was no doubt The Awakening. 

“You can’t be seen in that,” he said. “Change into these.” 

Being given clothing at least negated the need to understand words. Sutton eyed him warily, but when he didn’t move, she let out a breath and mumbled something before shuffling around a curve in the cave wall for some privacy. He waited until she came back out, looking ridiculous in his clothing that was clearly several sizes too big for her. He clicked his tongue behind his teeth. 

“It’s better than nothing. I’ll get you women’s clothing when we get to a town.” 

Sutton was too distracted saying something about the outfit so she didn’t react in time when he grabbed the bundle of her old clothing from her hands and chucked it into the river. 

“There, now no one will ever find them,” he said. 

Sutton half scoffed, half cried out in insult as she watched her clothes go over the falls. Her tone was upset and angry before she stopped and took a breath with her eyes closed. She let out the breath slowly then opened her eyes; her expression was more resigned now. Wherever she expressed to him had a more positive note to it this time. Not happy, not even upbeat, but Bucky got the impression she was submitting to his judgment on the situation. 

That was helpful. It would make it easier to keep her away from worse parties than himself. 

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Sutton understood a couple words now. Very basic, monosyllable ones that Bucky used most often as they traveled from the forest. 

“Stay.”

“Eat.” 

“No.”

He used “no” and “stay” most often on her, but he still hadn’t abandoned her so Sutton tolerated it. After all, she had no doubt now that wherever she was clearly wasn’t earth, and she had no way to take care of herself. She needed him. And if he was continually willing to do so, she was going to stay attached at his hip. 

There were things in this world that didn’t exist on earth. Unfamiliar creatures and magic powers that she couldn’t explain. She knew that for a fact because so far Bucky had:

Exploded the wall of the cave with his hands and pure mental gumption,

Saved her from falling off subsequent cliff to her death by jumping after her and taking the brunt of the fall, 

And single-handedly fought off a bandit who could teleport.

In awe of that series of events, and trying to be complimentary, she’d told him he was a superhero; he’d stared at her and repeated the phrase that Sutton was fully convinced meant, “I have no clue what you’re saying.” 

Now they were at an inn located in some rural town and Sutton could feel the weariness in her bones. Bucky must be even more exhausted, given all the effort he’d put in to keeping them both alive so far. 

He’d rented one room, but luckily it had two beds. Sutton sat awkwardly on one bed while Bucky flopped over onto the other with a tired sigh. She did feel a little bad, even if he seemed to be a grumpy, brooding type of man. He’d gone out of his way to help her when he had no reason to and she couldn’t even properly thank him.

Her feet skimmed the rough wood floor as she swung them back and forth and she picked at her new clothes.

“Thank you,” she said quietly. Bucky cracked an eye open to look at her, before he could say his familiar catchphrase she corrected herself. “Uh, thank you?” She tried in his language. 

He’d said it after the innkeeper passed them the key to the room, so she hoped it was ‘thank you’. 

Bucky blinked in surprise at her pronunciation attempt but didn’t laugh. Instead he nodded once and crossed his arms over his chest as he sank further into the bed. Sutton grinned widely; she’d guessed right! Now she knew a grand total of five words. That is, she knew them correctly if this language used a similar grammatical structure. 

Gosh, she hoped they used a similar grammatical structure. 

“You, Bucky,” she attempted, just to make sure she had the words right. 

He blinked again and raised a brow at her continuing the conversation. 

“You [are] Bucky,” he corrected. 

“You are Bucky.” 

“Good.” 

She didn’t know that last word, but assumed it was some praise or confirmation. Sutton grinned wider and leaned forward, Bucky sighed and sat up to pay attention to her. 

“Okay,” she said, “How do you say, um, let’s see, something easy to charade… sleep!” She mimed folding her hands under her head. “Bucky, Sutton sleep here.” 

She pointed down at the room they were in and looked at him expectantly. 

“Sleep,” she mimed again. 

“Sleep,” Bucky provided. 

“Bucky, Sutton sleep here,” she gestured again at the room and stared. Bucky’s gaze flickered over the space. 

“Inn,” he said. 

“Bucky, Sutton sleep inn.” She put together triumphantly. Duolingo could eat dirt, she was doing amazing on her own. 

Now she knew seven words with certainty. 

Bucky actually cracked a half smile at her effort and it made her feel a little better. 

She was in a strange world, she had no idea how to get home, and she couldn’t even effectively communicate, but at least she wasn’t totally alone.

[thatseverythingilove]

ROTTMNT Leonardo x My OC - Chapter 2 : The wallet

Summary : Leonardo saved Robin, a beautiful woman, from brutes before he realized she took Splinter's wallet in which a family picture is ! He needs to get it back, quickly. (here chapter 1)

Warning : none ! Fluff, flirting ; Leonardo's brothers are quitters ; I was projected something hot but I'll save it for later ;-)

Short chapter, but I hope you will like it !

“Is somebody could tell me how long we'll do this ?” Asks Donatello with a big sigh “We're looking for this girl since one week !”

“Do you think I'm happy to go round in circles ?” Says harshly Leonardo “You are the tech man ! Use one of your so-wonderful invention to help us, instead of complain !”

“Surely my tech could help us if only we had a clue about our goal ! You might have thought about it if you hadn't been busy to flirt with her.”

“I didn't f-… ! And how could I've known what's going to happen ?”

“Keep cool, guys.” Says Michelangelo, hugging his angry blue brother “I'm sure we will find her soon. We'll get daddy's wallet back, go home and think about something else.”

“Here !” Yells Leonardo.

They lean over the building. Leonardo recognized Robin's figure walking on the street :

“It's her ! Brown hair and black jacket !”

“Oh, I do understand now.” Smiles Raphael.

“Oh mi gosh, she's so pretty !” Sings Michelangelo.

“Too much pretty for you, Nardo.” Finishes Donatello before being slapped on the head by his twin.

“Are you done ?” Scoffs the offended, loosing his patience “Remember why we're here, right ?”

“You're totally right, faceman. Go for it, we're watching you from here.” Says Raphael, sitting on the roof with Michangelo and Donatello “After all, dad lost his wallet because of you in the first place.”

"Are you serious ?"

"Hey, we helped you to find her, didn't we ?"

“Worry not, dear brother.” Adds Donatello with a smug smile “We will come to save you if the kitty shows its fangs.”

Leonardo is not even surprised.

Without a word, he's going down and waiting his prey in embush.

In one second, he's pulling Robin in the shadows.

The young woman thinks of one of her victims who comes for revenge. She smiles when she sees Leonardo :

“My pretty charming knight, here you are.”

“Did you miss me ?”

“Mmh… Let's say I was hoping we meet again.”

She's showing Splinter's wallet and taking the family picture out. The brothers understand why their father insisted so much to get it back.

Leonardo takes his sword :

“Okay, the fun ends now. Give me the wallet or I'll get it by myself.”

“No need to be this harsh. Catch it, hero.”

She's throwing the wallet in Leonardo's hands. He immediatly checks the inside.

“Where is the cash ?”

“Believe me or not, there wasn't any money in it in the first place.”

Leonardo wouldn't even be surprised if his family gave him an empty wallet for the joke. He faces his brothers' smiles ; they weren't even a little ashamed.

Leonardo didn't notice Robin turning around him.

“Hey, can we get to know each other ?” Asks the young woman behind his back with an innocent tone.

“What ?”

She moves her fingers forth along his arm and slowly takes his hand. Her voice is close to his ear.

“I fancy knowing what kind of man is hidding under this mask…”

Leonardo shivers by her touch, unable to think during a few seconds. This closeness, this words, this voice, this moves, everything in her is so sensual. Her hand is so soft. So warm. When she looks at him with her sweet black eyes, he could follow her to the end of the earth.

Is she a witch ?

But a disgusting smell wakes him up : Splinter's wallet and its sweat hints.

Leonardo remembers his brothers are watching him and frees himself to Robin's temptress grip :

“Sorry, milady, I'm expected somewhere. Perhaps another time, another place.”

He moves away and storing the wallet in his satchel, planning to go back to his brothers.

Amazed that the turtle can resist to her charms, Robin takes it as a challenge and smiles :

“Too bad. Is there a chance that we meet some day ?”

Leonardo, who grabbed a ladder, stoppes moving.

“You… You would like to see me again ?”

“Don't you ?”

She softly smiles at him. Leonardo's grin was about to appear when his phone rings. Raphael. The red turtle mutters with a firm tone :

“I can see you, Leo. Whatever she's saying : Don't. Come. Back. To. Her. She's a thief, a professional liar. Don't fall into her trap again !”

Leonardo knows his brother was right. But it's so hard to ignore this beautiful eyes, this charming smile.

He hears Raphael's voice in the phone but has only eyes for Robin.

She puts her hair behind her ear with a gentle smile. Leonardo feels his heart strongly beats in his chest, his checks are turning red.

“LEO !” Yells Raphael in the phone.

The blue turtle almost fell from the ladder.

“I… I have to go.” He says, embarrassed.

“Yeah, it seems so.” Says Robin with a soft chuckle “See you next time, my pretty charming knight.”

After a wave, she turns over and leaves. Leonardo feels a chill going down his spine as a smile appears on his face :

“She said she wants to see me again…” He mutters, before screaming in the phone “Guys, she said she wants to see me again !”

“Technically, she didn't say that…” Rectifies Donatello, without being heard.

They were particulary proud to give the wallet to Splinter who quickly inspects the inside.

“Don't worry, the photograph is still here.” Reassures Michelangelo.

“What photograph ?” Says Splinter just before raising his hand in a gesture of triumph and shouting “My favorite sushis restaurant's loyality card ! I only need one stamp to get a discount !”

End of the chapter 2

[themoonsbride]

Can you do a Peter/Henry x reader based off the song Animals by Maroon 5?

oh my gosh, sorry it took me so long to answer your request, I've been trying to come up with ideas on how to write it and finally got my brain working so / sorry it's short

Animals. xo

warnings; 'hatred', competitiveness, cursing, eating disorder (I think?)

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You were speed walking down the hall quick to get into the rainbow room, you were late. which meant 2 things, Brenner would be on your ass about it later, and Peter would've already been there. He was so full of himself and sought he were better than other, clearly most didn't notice this, and if they did, they didn't give a shit. But you noticed, and it somewhat bothered you.

Why? no damn clue. When you'd first spoke to him, his tone. it seemed almost like he was trying to make himself sound better than you were. and quite franky, you decided that 2 could play the competitive game. So now you'd been trying to beat him before most things without directly saying to him that you'd beat him or were actually competing with him, but he knew.

he knew and he hated it. he didn't want someone to be 'better' then he was. Especially since you were another orderly, it just made it seem like more competition. He wanted to remain with his ego of feeling like the best.

You hated how competitive he could be, always watching your movements like a cat about to pounce on a mouse and tear it's guts out. The side glances that would constantly be shared, they'd always seemed like one was rubbing it in the others face. but after awhile it seemed like there was something else there too, something you couldn't figure out.

You entered the breakroom, to see Peter already there, you felt your blood boil, you didn't fully understand why you hated his competitiveness so much, or maybe it wasn't just how competitive he was, maybe you hated him for something else. something you couldn't figure, didn't want figure out. Maybe you were scared to find out.

You saw him smirking to himself, which only made you huff in anger. you were side glancing him with pure annoyance, but even when you felt done staring him down, you just couldn't seem to pull your eyes away from his figure. away from his blonde hair and his gorgeous blue eyes and -

wait what the fuck? why were you thinking this?? you were pulled away from your sudden realization to see not only Peter looking back at you, but someone was tugging lightly onto your hand, you looked down to see a tiny Eleven.

She was super sweet, confused and quiet yes, but sweet.

She was holding up a book towards you, it was a picture book.

"book" her small voice croaked, you put on a smile for her and grabbed it before going to one of the side benches and quietly reading it to her, she was cuddled up to your side while your arm was around her.

--×♥︎×--

It'd been around 2 more weeks, Brenner ended up being on your damn case about being late that one time shortly after you helped take the children to the cafeteria for lunch.

It didn't really matter to you, as long as you hadn't received the shock punishment, you could care less. but things around the lab had seemed, different, well, more so felt different. But you weren't exactly sure what it was.

It was lunch and you were in the breakroom, reading a book since the food was pretty gross and had an awful after taste so you didn't eat that much anymore. spending the 25 minutes you had reading were worth more than eating spoiled food.

Peter didn't come into the breakroom too often, assuming he probably spent his breaks in his room or something. It felt somewhat weird to spend your break in your room to you, because you only entered your assigned bedroom when you clocked out for the day, so it felt like whenever you went in there it was only meant for sleep. Maybe he did sleep for 25 minutes, maybe he didn't, but if he did, you didn't blame him.

Though you didn't eat the food, you still drank the coffee. it was practically the only thing your heart was running off of sometimes. which was extremely unhealthy but hey, who cares about health anymore when you're working for Hawkins Lab? they expirament on children for God's sake.

You found yourself distracted from your reading and thinking about Peter and what he possibly could've been doing before quickly shaking your head to wash the thought of him away.

Though the both of you had still been acting competitive, the energy of your competitiveness felt off now, it didn't feel like hatred. it felt like something else, but you just couldn't tell what it was. Was he feeling like this too?

You supposed you didn't mind be competitive with Peter anymore. It gave you something to look forward too, something to do in the first place anyway that is. It helped keep your mind occupied which was appreciated, though you'd never say that to him in a million years.

--×♥︎×--

Now whenever Peter wasn't around, you felt bored, and like something was missing. It felt like you were just constantly being watched, to which you were, but when Peter was around and you would both silently try to get to meeting before the other and get to the rainbow room or could clock out before the other person, it distracted you from the fact you were being watched, and how awful your job actually was.

Recently you could tell he must've felt the same way too, because whenever you'd enter the room, it'd seem like his shoulders would drop, as if his muscles were resting instead of tensing. There would still be glances that you would always do between eachother, but they were definitely different now rather then before.

It drove you absolutely crazy.

but you just didn't understand, couldn't understand. Why was the hatred you had for eachother missing? why did it exist in the first place? was it even real hatred from the beginning?

Did you both go from hating eachother to secretly loving eachother?