#on. except at gift times >:3 it’s a nice change of pace!

[b-blushes]

it’s so wild to dream up an item and then draw out templates and iterate a process for making them a reality, like, fully start to finish. Those guys came from me for real! I do also love working from a pattern and instructions so I don’t have to do all that brain work myself but I did enjoy the problem solving and the imagining this time! Yay! Making things! Yippee!

[irenespring]

House MD Fanfic: "There Were Expectations" (House/Wilson)

My House MD 20th anniversary gift fic for @coffins-and-marbles , who asked for Wilson angst! I hope you like your gift!

Find the fic here!

Until the collection is published, find the fic below the cut!

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Fic preview:

Wilson needs to get House the perfect Valentine's Day gift. He always knew what to get his previous partners, but dating House is different. Or is it not different enough? What if the path of close friends to lovers is going to backfire like it always does for him? What if this just another thing he is destined to mess up.

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Thank you so much to everyone who will read when the collection is published!!

Comments help my day and my writing motivation!

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It was supposed to be better. 

That’s the only thing Wilson can think as he paces a tacky Valentine’s Day-themed grocery store aisle at 3:21pm (late enough that he won’t have to hide anything in his desk where House will find it, early enough that he won’t need an excuse to ditch House for the evening).

He’s not even sure what “ it ” even refers to. 

His fucked up brain that can’t parse “happy” signals from “sad” signals from “fine” signals from “the world would be better without you” signals?

The rising panic that he wasn’t just “straight, with one exception” like had first assumed, and might be gay, like actually gay, capital G Gay, and holy fuck what is he supposed to do now?

The fear that House will really leave him this time, simmering then boiling then simmering again since Tritter showed up at the damn clinic?

He doesn’t know. He just really expected something to be better after House kissed him. 

It had felt life-changing at the time.

But he’s the same stupid Wilson, can’t make a decision for shit.

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Wilson stares at House’s TV like it’s a particularly challenging algebra problem. There’s an answer in there, somewhere. A correct answer. And he has to get it right. He just has to. 

House—because he asked to be called “House” rather than “Greg,” which is a little absurd, but it also means that he calls Wilson “Wilson” rather than “James,” which is nice just because it’s not what Sam called him—pokes him with his foot.

“C’mon, pick something.”

“It’s your apartment. You can pick.”

“You’re my guest, and social custom dictates that you pick.”

“Oh yes, because you’re such a big fan of social custom.”

“Wilson. You have to pick.”

“Whatever you want is fine.”

It’s a trap, probably. A test, to see if he chooses something good, if he has the makings of a good friend. Wilson is moving to New Jersey soon, they’re going to be working together. And that makes them actual friends, instead of over-the-phone friends. They’re going to be spending actual time together every day, not just a few hours at conferences. It only makes sense that House needs to make sure Wilson is up to par.

He isn’t. He’s not sure in exactly what way, but he isn’t. It’s been nice, having a real friend. Wilson wants to keep that nice feeling of camaraderie, of closeness, of safety. The second he chooses wrong, he knows it will be gone. 

He doesn’t think House will hit him. He doesn’t have the cover that she had. If his wife slaps him, that’s sitcom comedy. If House slaps him, that’s assault. So House probably won’t slap him. But he could. He’s taller and stronger and faster than Wilson. He could. 

No. He won’t. More likely he’ll just mutter something about Wilson’s taste being terrible and just pick his own choice anyway. He can talk a big game, but he doesn’t want Wilson to choose. Wilson is bad at picking things. He’s bad at most things, really. It’s a miracle anyone puts up with him, especially House who doesn’t even seem to buy his “perfectly happy” facade. He’s going to ruin it. 

He has to remind himself that that scenario is good though. It ends with them still being friends. It ends where Wilson wants them to be: with House’s choice on the television, the two of them mocking the characters and laughing. House actually finds Wilson funny. It had taken him a while to actually convince Wilson of that, to get Wilson to make his own jokes, but it worked. They joke around together. Maybe this won’t be so bad.

But that’s what he always thought with her. But he always got it wrong and she got mad and would yell things at him. Later on she would shove him, smack him…but just when she was tired, it was never a big deal. Still, he learned very quickly that should just let everything go, let her lead. It was fine. She liked him. She said she did. That was as good as he was going to get, fraud and failure of a man that he is. But she still divorced him without even facing him, and the only thing that kept him together was that he had House instead. Now he’s not even going to have that.

He can’t do this.

“Wilson?” 

Shit. His breathing is coming too fast, House knows something is wrong. This is pathetic, he is pathetic. He needs to say something, but no words come out. 

“I-” he manages, “I’m fine.”

“Just pick something.” House’s voice is oddly patient. 

Wilson does like cooking shows. Maybe- 

No. House doesn’t like them, he gets frustrated that he can’t actually taste the food, and thus can’t verify whether or not the judges are full of shit. Wilson can’t pick something that House doesn’t like, that would be selfish. Selfish is bad, selfish makes him just another asshole. His selflessness sets him apart, it makes people like him. He wants House to like him. It seems unreasonable to ask that House like him as much as Wilson likes House, but just liking him a little bit would be enough. And that won’t happen if-

“You don’t pick, I break into your sparkly new office and replace all your books with some of my most favorite DVDs.” Wilson could fix that quick enough, and such a prank pales in comparison to the many doomsday situations floating in Wilson’s head in the event of a wrong choice. 

He stays silent.

“Is it Sam?” House asks, saying her name like a curse, his brow pinching in anger. He guesses that a lot, when Wilson does something he finds concerning. He is right more often than not. 

Wilson’s continued silence is close enough to a confirmation.

“She’s an evil scum bitch, Wilson. You let her mess you up, she wins.”

Wilson takes a deep breath. 

“Cooking show.”

House hates cooking shows. He grins anyway. 

“Alright.”

Wilson stares at House as the show’s intro music starts playing. He’s fairly certain that House knows, but he keeps his eyes on the flashing credits and B roll of chefs flipping pizzas and chopping vegetables. 

Wilson feels a strange fluttering in his stomach.

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House was Wilson’s lifeline. People in the hospital joke that House is the parasite, draining Wilson of money, friends, and patients. That’s not true. House is Wilson’s place to go in the evenings when he doesn’t want to be alone. Wilson’s place to tell jokes inappropriate for the workplace. His place to relax. 

He’ll never relax again now. Wilson is cursed, doomed to repeat the same patterns over and over again. He makes friends, and soon enough they get ideas, and the relationship turns from friends to lovers and before long, everything is in ruins. Perhaps that’s the downside of realizing he likes men more than he’s ever liked women: the curse has spread to House. 

House would laugh if he knew Wilson’s concern. He puts curses in the same box as miracles, psychics, and magicians. Wilson would usually be right there with him. If there is a God, he doesn’t bother intervening in everyday life. He’s seen too many people die to believe in holy justice or mercy. 

Yet what other conclusion should Wilson draw? It happened with Sam, Bonnie, Julie, the women he hadn’t married, the women he had been involved with while he was married. Each time, he reviews his actions, what they could have possibly read into. A couple times, he’s even asked. No commonalities, just him. He can’t stay friends with anyone. 

Wilson’s never really been able to maintain a friendship with a man outside of House. He’s not sure why, but he’s never let his guard down, never escaped his courteous persona. He knows he’s gay now, that’s a different lens. Maybe he was afraid they’d see something about him, maybe he was afraid he’d see something about them. Something that would make his stomach flutter like it did with House, on those occasions that House was kind, or intense, or funny, or particularly clever. He could ask House, House always has some sort of theory.

Women were easier to befriend. They didn’t look down on Wilson’s perpetual agreeableness and sympathy. And Wilson could relax a bit once they did. Conversation came easier, and he never felt tense afterward, like he was expecting a strike. That didn’t come until the romance. And romance always came. They’d lean over and kiss him, and he’d feel that moment of panic before he remembered what to do, what other girls had liked. 

And from there, there were expectations. Things he had to do, that were expected of him. Valentine’s Day gifts like these lines of teddy bears, chocolates, roses. With his work hours, it was all he could do. Maybe House wouldn’t care so much, since he sees Wilson every day. Though that’s rarely good. Who wants to see Wilson every day? For all he knows, his marriages had lasted longer because he’d never been there. After all, he married Sam before he was a doctor, and she could only stand his presence after he took that second job for her.

Seeing Wilson was the surest way to realize all the ways he was inadequate. Perhaps he could find a patient tomorrow. Rearrange the schedule or something.

But House would see through that. House would come with him to the hospital and become a frowning shadow, making fun of his patients and playing “Hit the Intern” by throwing pens and paper clips. Then House would blame Wilson for making him spend Valentine’s Day at the hospital. And the resentment would set in. House is his best friend, but even he can’t escape.

He had been great friends with Bonnie. House had hated her well before they’d gotten together, well before House had even met her. Wilson had liked her, and she had taken up his time. She had been coming off a bad relationship, something Wilson knew something about. He’d told her things that he’d only ever told House. He’d gone with her to art shows and dancing lessons and museums. And then she’d kissed him, and everything fell apart. There was a difference between meeting her a few times a week to hang out and being in near constant communication between meeting for dates. A difference between being a part of Bonnie’s social sphere and the heart of that sphere. He could never meet her expectations. She had hated that he cared for House, she had hated that he couldn’t be a doting husband (the “like he was to House” had always been implied, until the yelling started). That disapproval weighed on him, until he would do anything to escape it. Then a woman made him feel different, made him feel so much better that it felt funny. And that was the end of that. 

He messes up. And then panics, and one of his friends will think that means they should kiss him, and he panics, and then he remembers what that woman wants. Before he knows it, he’s a cheater. Strangely, it had fit with Wilson’s image of himself. Who is more hated than the philanderer? Now they will see Wilson as he always was. 

His shield was too strong, however. They still liked him. He’d reach out, make friends, and the curse continued. 

What was he thinking, kissing House back? Well, for the first time, he hadn’t been thinking at all. He hadn’t panicked, he felt too alive to panic. 

This was bad. At least with previous times, his friendship with the women had been solid, uncomplicated. House had been out of rehab for less than six months, Tritter entered their lives less than a year ago. 

It’s possible their whole relationship is based on an emotional reaction to finally escaping the mess. One of the few emotional decisions House had ever made. One of Wilson’s few truly impulsive acts.

It must have felt like a great idea at the time. It must have felt like something that could fix him.

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It’s starting to feel natural again. Which is good, because Wilson is kind of forgetting who’s supposed to be mad. 

Is it his turn, because House turned rehab into a farce, and is back to popping enough pills a day to fill one of those old-timey gumball machines?

Or is it House’s turn, because Wilson and Cuddy once again tried to “fix” him and he had to spend one day in a room with a rape victim and then several days in some sort of sad, far-away mood?

Probably House’s turn. Wilson never learns. He’s tried some sort of bullshit “return to humanity” scheme at least twice now. Three times, if he counts the time he tried to force House to have dinner with his parents. Given the few real, serious words House had spoken to him after the Girl In The Clinic fuck up, that was actually probably the worst one of all. So 3.5 times then.

Definitely House’s turn. 

But it’s not going to fix anything. Wilson will try it again. He knows that, even as the version of himself in this moment knows it will be a disaster. Because Wilson thinks that he needs to get House better. If only to stick it to the part of himself that knows he doesn’t want House to get better. He wants House to stay House. 

There’s a whole mess of reasons for that, probably. Something to do with the fluttery feeling he gets when House rakes his eyes over Wilson’s body and pronounces an insult about his tie. The warmth in his chest when they’re lying on the couch together, or playing cards in the middle of a hallway, and it feels like they’re the only two people in the world—because they are, at least to each other. The joy of watching House wreak chaos, then storm into Wilson’s office practically aglow with glee. The way House’s eyes light up with Wilson’s laugh. 

Small nice reasons building to one big nice reason. 

The nice reason that scares him the most: Wilson might be falling in love. Maybe he already has. Or maybe this is just a stupid crush. That would be a nice, stabilizing thought. But you don’t fantasize about a stupid crush for a decade—a new snippet of hot embraces or wholesome kisses popping up for every one you thoroughly pushed away.  

You don’t offer to spend the next ten years in prison for a stupid crush. 

That kind of certainty that you would give your life for someone—even when facing a dead-eyed cop with the exiled third cousin to House’s attractive smirk on his face—that means something. Something that would upend House and Wilson’s shaky equilibrium and set them on a path that Wilson knows leads to ruin. 

But luckily he has another reason to cling to whenever he gets too scared or too charitable to himself. The pathetic, evil reason:

Wilson doesn’t want to be the only broken one. 

If House was healthy and well-adjusted, he’d realize just how much of a fuck-up Wilson is. And he’d leave him. Because Wilson is the one who takes care of other people. No one takes care of Wilson. That’s just how it is. 

So to cover for the fact that he doesn’t want House to change, Wilson must continue to try to change him. 

And—Wilson is fairly sure about this—House must continue to provoke Wilson in order to be sure Wilson will stay. 

Wilson will always stay. So will House. Neither of them have ever truly wanted to leave, yet they can’t exactly say that to each other. And thus there will be another storm. But for now, there is calm.

“Are you angry at me?” House asks, faking casual with his eyes on the television and his arm splayed oh-so-nonchalantly against the back of the cushions. Wilson has the mad thought that if he scooted over, House’s arm would be around his shoulder. He dismisses it (more accurately, he stomps on it until it stays down) and focuses on the question. 

“No,” he says. This happens a lot: they both have reasons to be angry but decide it’s just not worth it. Not when they could be laughing at television idiots and gossipping about Xavier from Cardiology and his secret second family in Newark. 

“Why not?”

“I don’t know.”

House has always hated that answer. Sure enough, his brow furrows. He looks like a man out of a painting with that look. Stark and bold and breathtaking. Wilson wants to touch him, trace the lines on his forehead. But he doesn’t. House doesn’t want him to, can’t want him to. But if he did… 

Would things be different if Wilson made the first move? Would that break his curse? True love’s kiss breaks the curse. Maybe it’s not just noble princes and fair maidens, maybe it would work for two exhausted, haunted middle-aged men. Wilson still remembers how two years ago, drunk and high on Vicodin, House had leaned in, petted Wilson’s hair half-mockingly, and told him he was pretty. That has to mean something about something, but fuck if Wilson knows. 

House’s words jerk him back to reality. 

“Everything has a reason.” 

Wilson almost wants to laugh.

His belief in that Central Housian Principle ebbs and flows like a sinusoid graph. He believes it when he remembers Sam yelling and throwing a dish at him for forgetting her sister was coming to town, leaving him to cut his hand while cleaning up the shards. He doesn’t believe it when he’s diagnosing a seventeen-year-old champion mathlete with a stage three glioblastoma, and he has to mutter reassurances to the shaking kid as he sobs and clings. 

Wilson shakes himself out of mire this time, and tries to focus on House. He looks more intense than Wilson was expecting. Wilson secretly loves these moments, when House’s eyes bore into his and he’s important. This time he swears there’s a warmth in his eyes. The air suddenly feels charged. 

It’s nice. Wilson idly wonders what will break it, because he knows nice things don’t stay. Especially not with House. 

But he has an answer to give. 

“I don’t like change. I do like you.”

House stares at him, and Wilson realizes he has shocked the man who knows everything. He doesn’t have time to linger on that realization.

Wilson feels House’s hand on his cheek before he processes seeing him lunging forward. House’s eyes dart across Wilson’s face for a half a second, and Wilson is suddenly aware that his lips are slightly parted, and the tension in his jaw has vanished. He nods, a tiny motion, but of course House notices. 

His lips are chapped and not as soft as any Wilson has kissed before. But that doesn’t matter. The second they touch all thought flees his brain and he kisses back. He has no idea what to do. Somehow he’s a gay man nearing forty who has never kissed a man before. It’s hard to worry about that now, though. He feels a little bit on fire, the flames growing and growing as House makes a sound against his lips and begins pressing Wilson against the couch. 

Wilson can’t think, he can want. 

Either this is the craziest or most easily predictable thing they’ve ever done. And there’s no turning back. 

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There’s no fixing him. 

What is he even doing here? House will hate this. Any of this. What’s the point in choosing either a teddy bear, or a plastic rose, or a box of chocolates that will taste like candle wax when the mocking reaction will be the same? 

Make a choice .

He can’t. He’s only able to summon that weird sense of certainty when in House’s presence.

All of a sudden, everything is too much. His breathing is coming too quickly, and his stomach is in knots. He can’t be here. He can’t make this choice. Can’t do this again. Can’t try and watch everything apart. Not with House. He can’t, can’t, can’t can’t can’t-

The displays seem to be laughing at him, searing their gaudy images into his brain. Perfect stock cartoons of people in love, smiling with a perfect red heart between him.

That kind of love is for other people, not for him. 

None of this is for him. 

He’s only distantly aware of his feet carrying him out of the store. He hasn’t even bought anything. Go back in . But he keeps walking towards his car.

There are only a few other drivers, because most people are at work. Wilson should be at work. Yet he left his work and his patients who need him to stare at a grocery store display and do nothing . He has no gift for House, no plan, no way to save himself.

The thought of facing House at the hospital makes him panic, so he heads for their apartment. What will he even do there? He doesn’t know, it doesn’t matter. As long as he’s alone, he should be fine. 

And because he was stupid enough to think that last thought in its entirety, House’s motorcycle is in its parking spot, when Wilson knows he rode it into work. Wilson contemplates turning around, heading back to work, doing his best to act like a functioning human being as he prescribes poison and comforts his victims. 

No, there’s too much chance that House has seen him. And he doesn’t want to give House any more evidence that he’s a coward. 

Each step towards the door feels like he’s climbing Mount Everest, but he makes it.

When he swings the door open, the first thing he notices is that their dining table is piled high with gifts. The same types of gifts Wilson just fled, tacky Valentine’s Day fare. The universe has a fucked up sense of humor. 

“If this is a burglar, get out while you still can. I’ve got a gun the length of a refrigerator with your name on it.”

“No you don’t!” Wilson calls back, the instinctive smile clashing wildly with his lingering terror. 

When House steps into the Wilson’s line of sight, he looks like he actually might have preferred that burglar.

“Wilson?”

“Present. What are you doing here?”

“I could ask the same question.”

“I asked first.”

“We both know I’m going to be more annoying about it.”

“ House .”

Strangely, that tone of voice has always been more effective against House than any logical argument. Because Wilson doesn’t really need an argument, not when he has the pile of what House had once called “capitalist fake-outs for love.” It makes him feel better than any words could ever have. At least he thinks that, until House says:

“Fine. I know tomorrow is Valentine’s Day and you get off on mushy crap, but I…couldn’t decide on what to get. I might have panicked a little bit, but what’s more likely is that all the sugary nonsense sent me into an abnormal allergic reaction-”

“I got it.”

“This is your cue to fall maddeningly in love with me,” House deadpans, but he’s still fidgeting, with his eyes darting between his pile of offerings and Wilson’s face.

He’s scared too.

“I don’t think I need an entire shelf of gifts for that,” he says. Then he waits to see if there is going to be any lingering on that comment. He doesn’t expect a reciprocal statement, he doesn’t care. The dining table is covered in reciprocal statements.

“My turn. What are you doing here?” House finally asks. 

It’s easy to admit now.

“I thought you’d expect something, but I couldn’t make a decision, so I came back here to contemplate my failures.”

The judgment Wilson had been torturing himself over never comes. 

“If you didn’t get me anything, I get to keep half of this stuff.”

“Sounds fair.”

They stare at each other, not talking. Wilson doesn’t know what to say, he doubts House has any ideas either. 

“Maybe we should talk,” Wilson finally offers. A bit of honest conversation might be good. It’s certainly the healthy thing. So naturally, House refuses.

“I’d rather spend the day in the clinic.” Harsh words, but understandable. 

“How about a cooking show?” Wilson asks bizarrely, not entirely sure of where it came from. But it does make House grin.

He takes a few shaky steps forward, before grabbing Wilson by the arm and dragging him towards the couch. 

“Deal,” he says, and leans in to kiss him.

[ilovespec]

Hello!!! First of all I love your blog so so so much ahhh<3 Your drawings are so cute I can't-

What I wanted to ask you is if you could do a part 2 with Yandere female Spec, female Dorian and female Yanagi. Like how does it continue I need to know😭🤧✨️

I hope you have a nice day and thanks for advance:3

Awww 😩😩😩 Ur so cute and kind , anon !!!>3

Yandere genderbend ! Death row convicts × female reader. Part 2.

Y/N - your name.

WN : mention of murders , smoking, the main character smokes , murder , yandere are literally escaped murderers , yandere and the reader here are all female .

Ryuukou Yanagi .

Now, you see Yanagi almost every day. And she turned out to be a very serious and calm woman !

Although you can't see it, she likes it when you give her a something.

In her temporary "shelter" there is already a certain corner where your things are collected. Namely, all sorts of trinkets, the loss of which you are unlikely to notice.

But every day, every hour and every minute of all communication with Yanagi, you feel yourself... Strangely nervous. It 's like someone is watching you. That's why you started spending more time with Yanagi! (Although you can't tell from the look of it , but she is incredibly happy about it)

And Yanagi is VERY careful with you. Because she is afraid that she will inadvertently harm you with her poisonous hand :<

Your footsteps echo off the brick walls of the alley. It's already late in the day, so it's cool and dark outside, and there are no people in sight. But soon, there were footsteps behind you. It bothered you , so you accelerated your walking pace . But the footsteps behind you have also intensified. And because of that, you just started running as fast as you could. But you were quickly knocked to the ground. It was some kind of drug addict, apparently under some substances. And he tried to undress you...?!? And you started kicking , and fighting , and screaming. But after a couple of seconds, you heard a crunch, and this man fell back.. With a broken neck. It was Yanagi! She broke this guy's neck with one punch. Her dark eyes stared into yours scared, and she helped you up. And without saying anything, she handed you a cigarette and hugged you with one hand.

" Don't worry, Y/N. I'll walk you home. And I will continue to accompany you so that this does not happen again. "

And then, while you were nervously smoking and trembling at the corpse, Yanagi pulled a lipstick out of your pocket. To her personal collection.

Kaioh Dorianna .

It's been quite a while now, and you 've become friends with Dorianna!

In fact, even though she looks threatening, she's actually quite a sweetie pie >-<

But this is just for you, even though you don't know it. And fortunately, you don't think where the people who paid any attention to you go.

But Dorianna didn't leave, she's always with you!

And the sight of your sleeping face always fascinated her when she made her way to you at night.

You were getting ready for bed and quietly changing at the window. You didn't even know you were being watched. When you're already wearing pajamas, you go to bed and... surf your phone for at least 2-3 hours. And then you just pass out. You woke up feeling like someone was looking at you. You opened your eyes, and noticed a faint blue glow in the corner of the room. But when you blinked, that sparkle was gone. And without paying more attention to it, you went to bed. And tomorrow, you complained to Dorianna that you saw something in the dark last night.

" Oh my dear. Don't worry, you don't have any mysterious stalker . "

Who is she lying to. You see this stalker every day. And it's not enough for her.

Spec.

Now Spec has become your regular "visitor"

And you were embarrassed every time that she was flirting with you.. Almost every minute !!!

And her gifts... Where does she even manage to get sweets, small decorations and even some FLOWERS in a CLOSED MAXIMUM SECURITY PRISON!??!?! No one knows this except her. Even me.

But one thing I can say for sure, none of the prisoners will throw themselves at you. And the guards will even be wary of you sometimes. Because they're afraid of your "protector" that you don't even know about. But she's already found out everything she can about you.

Spec spends her days in the cell , except for fights , doing nothing and training, thinking about you.

For some reason, sometimes she just wants to take you, hold you to her and never, ever let go.

Because you're so cute and pretty!!! And you tremble so adorable at the sight of her that Spec's legs almost give way at the sight of you...

Finally, your long day at work has come to an end!!! Everything hurts so much and it just aches.. When you get home, you'll definitely have a few cans of beer . Tomorrow is still a day off. You pulled your coat tighter and walked to the car. After all, you still need to get home, change clothes, take a shower, sometimes do paperwork and have time to relax... Ahhhh... You're so tired already. Somehow, you got home. You put your briefcase aside and changed into a shower. And after a shower, after eating and drinking a little beer, You went to bed with a calm soul. And you woke up from the fact that a pair of powerful and almost stone arms wrapped around your little body and pressed it against something huge and warm. You immediately opened your eyes and turned sideways to look at your "bedmate"... It was Spec!!! With a sly grin, she spoke into the crook of your neck.

"Hohoho.. So you know how long I've wanted to do this,"

And no matter how much you screamed, kicked and hit her, she didn't care. After all, she's with you. And in the background there was a sound of " transfer to voicemail, answering machine. " and the voice of your colleague - friend rang out . One of the guards " Y/N !!! We have a huge problem!!!! Spec escaped and killed half of our security team..."

I hope u like it , cute anon !!! Welcome to my blog !!

+ extra art of fem yanagi 😳

[nijae-roni]

My fave Genshin men as bfs!

In celebration for Boyfriend's Day (Oct. 3), I decided to create lil scenarios for my fave boys (Childe, Diluc, Ayato, Itto) on what they'd do to celebrate today...

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CHILDE

"Awww you remembered."

he already had it highlighted in his calendar lmao meaning he already knew you were planning something

this time however, he made sure not to snoop into your stuff so he won't spoil the surprise

you take him out on a simple walk, strolling around the streets and buying local food and goods that catch his interest

at the end of the day, you show him your gift - a snow globe

he receives the gift then just... stares at it

he pulls you for a hug sooo tight it actually feels suffocating

you spend the evening gently cuddling under the stars while hearing stories from his home and what its like there

you end the day with a promise... a promise that he'll bring you to his folk's place

"Best thing about being your boyfriend is that home... doesn't feel that far away anymore..."

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DILUC

"Hmm? I've heard about it."

the moment you mentioned you had plans for the night, he laughs a lil due to amusement

usually it's him initiating the dates, so this is a nice change of pace for the day

after work, he heads to your place

boom, candle-lit dinner. The food? 100% homemade by you

he's extremely touched by the gesture, literally clutching his heart lmao

you pull the chair out for him and just basically act all gentlemanly

as you serve the food, he gets up and pulls out your seat for you

you refuse, duh, but he insists it's his turn to be the gentleman

"The best part about being your boyfriend is being able to act like one, so please… allow me to do so."

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AYATO

"So a day like that truly exists? How shall we celebrate it then?"

you already know how and tell him you have plans

as soon as you mentioned plans, boom, suddenly his schedule is cleared (except one meeting he really can't move but that's fine)

meeting adjourned and he receives a message from one of his servants that you want to meet him somewhere in the garden

he goes and sees you sitting on a picnic blanket with a basket of treats and... a pillow?????

he takes a seat beside you and is about to ask about the pillow but you cut him off, placing it on your lap then gesturing him to lay his head here

sighing, he obliges then rests his head

you brush his bangs off his face then start asking him about his day, even encouraging him to rant about his problems a bit

the entire time, you're both talking with periodic moments of silence

"With the amount of responsibilities I have everyday, being your boyfriend will always be my favorite."

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ITTO

"That's... that's a thing???"

yeah apparently so but it's alright because you have plans for him

you ask the Arattaki gang for help in gathering materials...

he arrives at the designated area and it's... full of painting materials?

surprise! you're painting his horns

and so that he can join, one of the gang member's created makeshift horns for you to wear and Itto to paint

he's excited HAHAHAHAH immediately gets all the colors and a paintbrush and asks you what color you want your horns to be

surprisingly he's not that messy when it comes to painting

your turn! you pain his horns in a rainbow because he said he wanted to try all the colors

while paining, he's giggling and slightly blushing

"If I knew Boyfriend's Day was this fun with you, we might as well do it everyday!"

[thefreakandthehair]

Dialogue Prompts

(Find Inspiration Prompts Here!)

(Spicy Six Winter Fanworks Challenge Rules)

New prompts added! Remember, prompts can be claimed more than once if it’s for another medium or another pairing/character/etc.!

1." There’s no limit to how many blankets, [name here].” @stobin-cryptid (steddie, fic) 2. “And, we’re snowed in. Awesome.” @annethecatdetective (steddie, fic) 3. “Who sets the fire alarm off at 3am in December?” / “Who runs outside without a coat at 3am in December?” @hbyrde36 (steddie, fic) 4. “You remember that?” @unclewaynemunson (ronance, fic), @sunnythefriendlyghost (stonathan, fic), @skepsiss (fruity four w/ steddie, fic), @slavicviking (steddie, fic) 5. “Do these lights come to life and fucking tangle themselves in the box?” @hexiewrites (steddisy, fic) 6. “If I wear that sweater to work, my boss will kill me.”  @steddieasitgoes (steddie, fic) 7. “It doesn’t seem right that everything is dead in the winter except for these germs.”  @hawkins83 (stobin, fic) / @ghost--enthusiast (steddie & stobin) 8. “Why are you looking at me like that?” @t-boyeddie (steddie, fic) 9. "I love it..." // "No, no you hate it."  @kikidoesfanfic (steddie, fic) 10. “Hey! No peeking!” @thechaosdomain (steddie, fic)

11. “Colored lights over white lights, always and forever.” 12. "All these lights, and not a single one is flickering. That's a nice change of pace, huh?"  @itsthestrangestthings (jancy & steve, fic) 13. "There’s a slight chance I used too much glitter." @hereforanepilogue (steddie, fic) 14. "Why is your tongue stuck to this pole? You didn't... oh no, you did." @henderdads (stobin, fic) 15. “You really thought you could get that sweater on our cat? You’re adorable. I’ll get the bandaids.”  @sunnythefriendlyghost (buckingham, fic), @undreaming-fanfiction (steddie, fic) 16. "You'll never guess what I saw in the sky!" 17. “Ever notice how the stars seem brightest in the winter?” @pearynice (steddie, fic) 18. “You’re going to New York City for New Years? Have you lost your mind?” 19. “Hey, you’re welcome to kiss whoever you wa–” @kkpwnall (steddie, fic) 20. “You’re the only gift I need… God, I can’t believe I just said that.”  @judasofsuburbia (fic, ronance)

21. “Stop laughing and put the topper on the tree already.” 22. “Guess we’re the only two without dates, huh?” @frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe (steddie, fic) 23. “What’d you wish for?” @aringofsalt (steddie, fic) 24. “All the movies make this look so much easier.”  @maxineholtzmann (robin/nancy/chrissy, fic) 25. “New year. New me.” / “You’re full of shit.” @starrystevie (steddie, fic) 26. “You don’t have to wear it.” / “Back off, I’m wearing it forever.” @stevespookington (steddie, fic) 27. “So, the bed is big enough for us to share but there’s only one blanket. You’re not a blanket hog, are you?” @stevethehairington (fic, steddie) 28. “Holy shit, it smells so good in here.” @glorious-spoon (steddie + robin, fic) 29. “I need 100 poinsettias, please.” / “... Please tell me that you meant carnations.” @withacapitalp (stobin, fic) 30. “I think you might just be trying to kiss me.” @wormdebut (steddie, fic)

31.“Don’t you have anything else festive that isn’t so… blinding?” 32. “Hey, want to help me get my parents off my ass?” 33. “There’s more frosting on your face than your gingerbread.” @thefreakandthehair (steddie, fic) 34. “I told you to be careful!”  35. “Oh come on, it’s tradition.” 36. “There’s no rule against just looking!” 37. “See? I knew you’d be cold.” 38. “Here, let me help you with that.” / “I’ve got it, I’ve got it.” @soaringornithopter (fic, steddie) 39. “Next you’ll tell me Santa’s not real either.” @is-emily-real (buckingham, fic) 40. “If I hear this song one more time, I’m going to jail.” @hellfireloserclub (steddie, fic)

[wawek]

Could you write something about your dnd character/s? Love hearing about other people's ocs!

hehe i finally have a moment to answer >:3c this is gonna be long so im gonna get a read more involved

my only character thats actually from dnd (my online group plays other ttrpgs) and "active" (we played two sessions 3 months ago ;w; but! might play again) Is Yeshe :3

Its a mdzs inspired campaign... im pretty sure, i havent watched it... so i based her off of tibetan folk clothes and ofc off of a pallas cat. She hadnt had time to shine as a character yet and her backstory and motivations are bit murky =w= but the gist is that she takes care of her magically gifted little sibling (another player character, my sketch attached), they were raised in a remote commune and are now going to the big city.

Now, the character from a finished campaign of City Of Mist (really cool system!!!) thats been on my mind a lot recently is my beloved Theooooooo

He was originally an oc completely detached from any specific setting, then I put him with my beloved Rochelle (in the blue dress, she started out as a dnd character but got only like 2 sessions back in 2020 :'3) in my own version of feywild (ill get to it later).

And then!!! I decided to play him in that CoM game and it was the best decision everrrrrrrrrr he was so so so so sos ososoosososos fun :3. CoM is urban fantasy where people become "rifts" for mythical beings and are able to use their power.

Theo was a Detective and a Fey and i really enjoyed playing an absolutely devious, controlling and charming guy =w=. His main motivation was power, he thought most people (except for his wife rochelle altough they have a tomshiv thing going on) are beneath him and mostly there for him to order around like chess pieces. And something that made this campaign insanely fun for me was that in order to get more powerful he had to do a task for the fey queen - kidnap and deliver a singer to her. A singer which also happened to be the person we had to protect during our investigation... dm and me kept it secret.

It was so insanely fun to walk into every scene thinking of how to find an opportunity to do that... in the end I managed to, in a very tense scene (the greyscale sketch at the top, the girl smiling behind theo is one of the fey messangers). The other PCs didnt stop him because they had some trust in him... got away with it completely :3. Tho I agreed not to play him in the next campaign (even tho id love to >_<) bc his jig was kinda up. Great character tho, and thanks to my dm i finally get warlocks, i might play one sometime!

Now, still in the city of mist im playing Valerie :3

Her mythos is "Vampire" but she refuses to drink blood... she gets all sorts of issues bc of that, has trouble keeping down frineds and jobs ect... Still very early in the campaign but shes pretty fun :3 tho i prefer chracters who are a bit more commanding, i made her more of a follower to let my group breathe after theo but i kinda naturally fell back into organising the party again last session so i think i just need to stick to making charismatic characters next time sidugfsd. shes a nice change of pace tho, im excited for whats in store for her.

My feywild!!! It's a setting ive had in my head ever since i made Rochelle, Its sort of an early modern france mixed with Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell which sounds pretty lame and ig it is isudgfsd.

Theres a lot of ideas and a lot of characters that i dont really have time to develop and am prolly gonna rework a million times =w= but its fun, and its fun to make plalists for random archfey.

Last character I'll mention =w= even tho i never got to play him because the campaign fell apart before the fist session, as they often do, I really love Byk and I wanna show you guys...

Tadeusz Byk born in 1880 in Poland, Emigrated to the usa (boston then moved near new york) with his mother and grandma when he was 13... Operates a temporary house for immigrants that his mother started. Now 40, works as a tailor and sells moonshine on the side. Depressed, repressed and with a big heart... hope i get to dust him off for something someday...

[hishima]

okayyyy finished pkmn y (first time through kalos yippeeeeee) and it was okay. little mini review under the cut. just for fun :)

honestly imo the kalos dex sucks. in my first playthrough of any region i try to use pokemon that were introduced in that gen but it was a struggle for me to find good ones to use. the gen 1 pandering was insane and the amount of gifted pokemon too. ik you don't have to use them but for my first playthrough i like doing it """"lore accurate"""" so i did and i ended up with only 1 gen 6 pkmn on my team (delphox <3)

but i feel like i didn't see many kalos pokemon in other trainer's teams either. but then again i don't remember many of the teams bc i was insanely overleveled and defeated everything rlly quickly

(EXCEPT for the water e4 member his clawitzer kept killing my ampharos and i had no other way to deal with water types lol)

THE STORY ummmm. umm. it was okay. the pacing was a bit weird but there were some good concepts and there are some interesting characters. wasn't a fan of any of the rivals though i would take 1 good rival over having a friend group

also for how much people hype up mega evolutions i found how they were incorporated really disappointing? like it had barely any significance to the plot and only like 3 other trainers use it?? yea korrina lysander and diantha were the only ones who used it against me. i barely used it either i didn't really see the need for it

anyway. i feel like oras did a better job of incorporating megas somehow. probably bc your starters got one which. WHY DID THE KALOS ONES NOT. come on

AESTHETICALLY SPEAKING. nice enough. i will always prefer pixel art in these games but there were some nice environments

highlights for me were the route before snowbelle city with the bridge, couriway town, and reflection cave

to me oras looked nicer, but that might just be because hoenn is generally better designed imo

WHAT I DID LIKE is the rollerskates. movement in general was good in this game it was fast and fluid and you don't need too many hms

unfortunately the 3ds soundtracks don't hit for me usually ☹️. i don't know what it is but i don't love the soundfont and most of the kalos songs sounded very similar to me. but my favourite is the boutique theme honestly that one is a banger. diantha's battle theme was pretty good too

what else is there......... umm

THE CUSTOMIZATION WAS PRETTY GOOD i liked the outfits but i wish there were more hair options and that the clothes weren't genderlocked. still there were some cute outfits and the default trainer designs look really nice to me as well

also sycamore is officially my least favourite professor i don't likehim. the vibes are off and i didn't like how he was like "oh lysander was just a bit disillusioned but he had some valid points we should have met him halfway" BRO HE TRIED TO KILL EVERYONE IN THE WHOLE WORLD. the dick can NOT be that good please change your ways

wtf happened to that guy anyway. did he die or get arrested or escape or what.

[lifewtr]

SURRENDER | M | 3/? (3144w).

Chapter Summary: Katara, after hitting a wall with her gift (and her reaction to it), takes her frustrations out on parchment. Zuko reflects on how he came to choose her gift to begin with.

A/N: i've been enjoying myself while writing this! usually i am all over the place with my fics, writing and updating many different ones at once, but deciding to commit to just the one is a nice change in pace so far. it's been a slow start, and will probably be slow going, but going it is. anyway, more zuko coming soon! ;)

Chapter 3: TWO.

Zuko, What the fuck?

Katara makes a face at the drying navy ink, not knowing what else to write; feeling like she is somehow wasting her time; and then glances across her bedroom toward the object of her ire. She hadn’t closed the book out of sheer spite, but something deep down had kept her from turning to the next page.

That, and no matter how she pried, picked, and pulled, the strange, waxy parchment covering the beginnings of the third chapter—and what looked to be the rest of the tome, to her disgruntled observation—never once budged out of place.

It has now been three days since her birthday, which marked ten more days until the Tribal Council’s quarterly summit with the Earth Kingdom’s ambassadorial party. Despite the work she’s long since had scheduled for herself to go through in preparation, there has only been one thing weighing at the back of her head; one thing that had kept her distracted while amongst the presence of her friends during the last few days she’s had off. Haru had asked her at least four times if she was okay at breakfast on the first day after her Lunar Return, Suki twice at lunch on the second day, and Toph once just before dinner last night—which was more than enough to be alarming by any of their standards, even her Dad’s. Sokka hadn’t said a word the entire time, but the concerned looks he’d thrown her way had been perfectly loud enough.

Aang, of course, had practically ignored her completely, going about the gang’s last moments together with nothing but his usual joy.

“You’re no help,” she’d grumbled at him after her umpteenth question about the book—about what and why and why again.

“I’m the Avatar,” Aang had only grinned slyly at her, “I’m all of the help.”

And so, with it being the next morning—with Aang and Appa now ferrying everyone back across the world to their respective outposts—she is alone and she is going to ask Zuko herself.

And so, Control (the Art of Surrender) by Awakajuzu Kai lays wide open right where she’d left it to begin with, bookmarked where the contents of chapter three are supposed to be.

Katara glares.

Neat, tilted black ink glares right back at her; the memory of a smoky timbre surfacing with the words.

A tiny growl of frustration escapes her throat. This doesn’t make any sense, she thinks snappily, just get up and turn the page, Katara!

Except she doesn’t. Can’t, for whatever Tui-forsaken reason.

You have chosen the path of surrender, the first chapter read, welcome...

Katara lifts more navy ink from her inkwell, her finger twirling furiously as she bends the liquid to her will. [ x ]

[strengthsapprentice-moved]

mayyyybeee 4*town and reader (separate) get into a fight??? mayyyyyybeeeee they as well make up at the end because my heart cant stand breakups 💔

Okay when I first saw this ask I rubbed my hands like a raccoon and cackled, I'm really gonna angst it up-

Second note from a few days later: So uh... Robaire's was 1.2k words... And I don't want to cram these all into one enormous post, so I'm going to separate these into multiple little parts!

Robaire | Jesse (wip) | Aaron Z (wip) | Aaron T (wip) | Tae Young (wip)

With that...

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CW: Pet de@th mentions

Type: Angst

Age Rating: 16+

Reader Pronouns: They/Them

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Robaire x Reader - Dinnertime Blues

It wasn't supposed to end up like this. Him standing in public with broken glass and red stains all over, flashing lights of cameras blinding him to you, his partner, shaking on the floor. This isn't the Robaire you love, this is a different man. The question of how it started can't be answered easily from this point, you play back the whole day in your mind to think of what to say to Robaire.

It started that morning. Dim red sunrise cascaded into the room where you and Robaire spept soundly. While you were snuggling in his shadow, Robaire laid awake. His deep brown eyes lazily gazed at the ceiling while his mind ran wild. 'I have to tell them today. Shit, what are they going to think? They're going to break up with me over it, but I can't keep lying either. God, today's going to be hard.'

Breakfast. Agent meeting. Lunch. Band practice.

Everything was going greater than normal. You had been off with family errands while Robaire kept to his normal routine. The only exception to Robaire's day was a little gift you left for him in the band's recording studio, with the note reading:

"Hey love, I noticed you left this at home! Wishing you a good day at band practice <3

- Y/N"

Lord have mercy, dinner was going to be tough.

Dusk settled in the bustling city, the neon lights kicking on and complimented with music of all genres changing with every building passed. Y/N had finished up her errands early just to look nice for dinner while Robaire paced all over the bedroom of his house in anxiety.

5:57.

He had to be at the restaurant by 6:15, but no amount of anxiety relief worked on his congested mind.

5:58.

Each second ticked on and on with Robaire dreading each one passed. It's already two minutes until six?!

5:59.

It's no use dreading the inevitable, so... Why was it so hard to tell you? So difficult to come out about it?

6:00. It's time.

The commute couldn't be long enough, but he knew he had to face whatever you were going to throw. Ready or not, Robaire couldn't run anymore.

"Sweetheart! There you are!" You rushed up to him and lovingly pecked his cheek. "I was wondering where you would be. Let's get to our seat!" "Yeah- uh- Table for two please," Robaire managed to sputter out to the hostess, who nodded and led you both down the isles.

"Listen, Y/N, I've been meaning to tell you this for a while-" Robaire stopped himself, but Y/N just stared awkwardly. "Which is?" Now Robaire wore the confused look, "You... Aren't going to stop me so you can order?" "Sweetheart, I'm not that oblivious. I can tell something is bothering you, and I want to know as soon as possible."

The inevitable couldn't be denied anymore.

"Y/N, remember the cat we were caring for last year?"

"Yeah, the one that ran away? Why are you bringing her up?" You gasped, "Did you find her? Did you find Little Missy?!"

"No... She didn't run away at all. Mon Amour, she, uh," Robaire choked down his uncertainty, "She was ran over by our band manager."

"Say that again." You gripped your hands into fists, "Say it again, Robaire! Tell me it isn't true!"

His silence spoke volumes. The chatter of other patrons and clinking of silverware drew further and further away from your mind, the agitated breathing from the man in from of you growing louder with each tick of the clock above. Why? Why? Why did he lie for so long?!

"YOU KNEW THIS WHOLE TIME THAT YOUR MANAGER KILLED OUR LITTLE MISSY?!"

The waiter that walked by cocked his head towards you and him, but tripped on the carpet he didn't watch for. The two red wine glasses toppled from the tray and onto the table, to which shattered glass spewed across the wood and onto the both of you.

This all caught the attention of the paparazzi outside of the restaurant who regularly droned the place for celebrities, who all trampled each other for photos of the esteemed 4*town member and his angered lover. The blinding white, red wine stains, and broken glass had you backed into your seat and overwhelmed.

Robaire's face was one of pure shock. The man before you wasn't the man you loved for years. He was a scared and lost young adult who didn't know what to do. Even if your overwhelmed judgement wasn't the best, you mustered up the best response you could.

"Robaire... Call me when you're ready to actually talk about this."

It takes him two days to call you. His manager, the band, and PR reps have all been trying to get a hold of him but all have been trying in vain. He gathers his courage and picks up the phone with a huge breath.

-Ringing...-

"Y/N? My love?"

"Robaire, you had me worried sick! I didn't think it would take you two entire days to actually talk to me."

"Listen, I'm so sorry I brought you into the public and told you there. I just thought you'd take it better if it wasn't in the house."

"What are you talking about? That would have been the best place to tell me you lied!"

"Look, I'm-"

"No, Robaire, listen to me. Save the apologies for later. I want to know why the hell you kept that a secret for so long. Do you know how long I hoped for Little Missy to return? For her to be in my arms again?"

"..."

"Don't you even care that she's gone?"

"I do, Y/N, I do! It's why I kept it secret! I... I didn't want you to harden your heart. I love how you can just keep being so hopeful after so long... I kept seeing everything you were doing for Little Missy after she passed. How could I break you? How do you tell someone so hopeful that it was all for nothing?"

"...So your manager did it?"

"Yeah, but... I didn't want you to hate her for it."

"I... Don't know how to feel about her. I won't talk to her until I can think straight."

"And there's one more reason why I didn't tell you."

"And what could that be?"

"Please come home, I can only show you."

"Alright. I'll be there in an hour."

-Call Ended-

Knock. Knock. Knock. The sound of you at his door sends Robaire running to the door, shifting to hide something tiny in his shirt. "Y/N..." He greets you at the door, only for you to wrap him into a tight hug. "I missed you, sweetheart... Don't ever scare me like that again." Robaire places a kiss on your forehead, leading you into the house.

"Y/N... I wanted to tell you for a week now about this... Surprise."

"Surprise?"

"Yeah. I didn't buy it, I found it on the side of the road. It's... Not in the best condition, but it's the thought that counts, right?"

"Baby, that's... What could be so good from the side of the road-"

Mew!

[souichioneshots]

Souichi x Reader 【Gloves】

Started the date one shot collection thingy

Here is the first addition to the collection

Thought of and wrote it in an hour, so I apologize if it feels OOC or boring or whatever

I especially apologize for any misspells

But other than that, please enjoy!!

The summer heat of Fukazawa could really be killer sometimes. People would line up for hours to buy shaved ice, and the public pools would be filled to the brim with people from all over town. It was days as hot as today that Souichi wished he could just make everything freeze over. But, then again, it was thanks to days like these that Souichi could experience a different kind of fun.

A small bell chimed as you opened the large heavy-looking door, allowing Souichi to walk into the building first. As you walked up to the ticket counter, an elderly lady greeted you.

“2 for public skating, please.” You said in a voice loud enough for her to hear. “That’ll be 4,000 yen.”

Just before Souichi could take out his wallet to pay for his half, you waved your hand at him and insisted that he didn’t need to pay. “You can pay for the hot chocolate instead.” You assured him with a smile.

After receiving your tickets, the door to the area buzzed loudly, finally allowing the two of you to enter the ice skating arena.

Souichi let out a small hum as cold air engulfed him. It was like you two had stepped into a completely different part of the world.

The inside area was separated into 3 sections. The food court, the private rink, and the public rink. The food court was empty, except for a couple of kids playing on some old-styled claw-machine games set up on the side. The private rink was extremely well lit and filled with a couple of pro-looking skaters twirling and jumping around in the air. As for the public rink…

“Looks like we got here at a good time!” You said in an excited voice. Even though it was the weekend, there were barely any people. What sounded like pop music played at a moderate volume, and the lights had been dimmed quite a bit. Souichi wasn’t exactly expecting to be alone with you on the ice, but he was sure there would be way more people than there were now. A feeling of nervousness arose within him as he realized that he couldn’t use the excuse of there being too many people to explain why he wouldn’t be able to skate so smoothly.

Turning the corner, you made your way to the skate-rental area. ]

“Shoe size?” The staff member asked looking at Souichi. “２✖cm.” “And you miss?” “２✖ and a half, please.”

After receiving your skates, you made your way to the benches that were set up nearby.

Souichi kicked off his shoes and placed his feet inside the hard-plastic skates. The shoes let out a loud clicking sound as he adjusted their tightness. When you both finished, you wobble-walked to the lockers nearby and put your stuff inside. Wrapping the key-band around his wrist, Souichi made his way to the ice with you.

“Gloves?” A large man standing near the only visible entrance put his foot out and blocked you both from walking any further.

After stating that you had none, he explained that it was arena policy to wear them while skating. Pointing you to the nearest gift shop, he asked you both to buy a pair and then come back.

You let out a sigh of annoyance as you walked back to the locker area. Unlocking the locker, Souichi got some money from his locker. “We should have just sliced his leg off.” Kicking your foot in the air, you spoke. “I bet we could have done it if we kick hard enough. Hehehe.” Souichi laughed through his nose. He loved when you made dark jokes like that.

Walking into the skate gift shop, his eyes scanned the area, ignoring the dozens of sparkly outfits that hung from the ceiling. When he found the glove section, he carefully walked towards it and searched for a color and design that he might like. However, there weren’t many options for him to choose from. It was either sparkly pink, neon green, or 2000 yen professional gloves. Shifting through the different gloves, he finally found a pair of his liking all the way in the back. Carefully taking it off the rack, he slipped one glove over his hand to make sure it was the right size.

“Oh~ Those are nice.” You said, admiring the grey glove on Souichi’s hand. “But how about these? They’d really make you stand out on the ice.” You said with a smile as you held out a pair of neon green gloves for Souichi to wear. “No way. Those are disgusting.” Souichi immediately responded. “Ah…Yeah. Haha. True…Mmm...” You said, trying to make what you had previously said seem like a joke.

It wasn’t until Souichi finished paying for the cheap gloves that he realized what you had been trying to do. Walking back towards the rink, he watched you put the neon gloves on your own hands. You rubbed your thumb over them, an expression of embarrassment plastered across your face.

Before Souichi could say anything, you looked up at him with a new smile. “Ready to skate?” Souichi nodded his head as he rushed to put his own gloves on. He’ll fix this little problem later…

The man who guarded the entrance to the rink gave you both a smile as you waved your hands in the air, showing off your new gloves.

Putting his foot on the ice, Souichi immediately held onto the barrier of the rink. This was nothing like roller-skating. The ice was way too slick, and the blades under his feet wouldn’t stop sliding to the slides. Souichi bit down on the nails in his mouth as he struggled to keep his balance.

“Everything okay?” You asked as you casually glided next to him. “Yeah. Just uhh… Familiarizing myself with the rink.” He said, leaning against the barrier. “Hmm~” You hummed as you stopped and stood close next to the raven-haired boy.

Feeling nervous by the sudden change in atmosphere, Souichi pushed off and tried to skate forward. He kept one hand on the barrier as you two skated side by side. He was slow. He could tell by the way you would skate slightly further than him and then slow down to be by his side again, that he was holding you back.

He wanted to tell you to go skate freely. That he wouldn’t mind just watching you skate from afar. God knows that would have been easier for him. But, you had other plans.

Suddenly, you stopped, forcing Souichi grip onto the barrier tightly to stop as well.

Turning to look at him, you put your neon gloved hand out for him to grab. Souichi looked up at you with nervous eyes, unsure what you were planning. Taking a deep breath, he let go of the barrier and took your hand.

Souichi let out a sound of surprise as you pulled him towards you, your other hand reaching to take his free one into yours. His eyes moved from the floor, to you, to the moving surroundings as you skated backward, tugging him along the entire time. He never knew you could skate backward.

When you finally stopped, he realized where you were.

“The middle of the rink…” He whispered to himself, getting a small laugh out of you. It was much more spacious than the sidelines, and the ice beneath his skates felt somewhat different. Smoother and untouched by other blades. Although it was cool, it was also quite terrifying at the same time. The middle of the rink was known to be territory only experienced skaters and staff members could use. Yet, there you two were.

“What would you do if I just left you here?” You said with a wicked laugh. “Eh?” Souichi looked up at you with shocked eyes. You wouldn’t. “I mean, it’s not like you can chase after me. Perhaps you can crawl after me though~” You teased, letting your grip on his hand go weak. “Don’t even think about it.” Souichi said in a stern voice, tightening his grip around your hands.

You smiled at the raven-haired boy’s panicked expression. “I’m just kidding. I won’t let you go.” You extended your arms and started to skate backward again, pulling Souichi towards you. You laughed as the pale boy took actual footsteps on the ice.

“Careful!” A staff member who had been skating exclaimed as he glided right behind you. Souichi let out a small yelp as you suddenly stopped.

“You okay?” You asked, helping Souichi regain his balance. Souichi shook his head yes, looking down at his wobbly feet once before looking back at you.

His cheeks burned red as he realized how close he was to you. The grip he had on your hands tightened.

“Can…” He whispered, making you lean a bit more forward to hear him better. “Can we trade gloves?…” Your cheeks burned red at his sudden utterance. “I thought you didn’t like these gloves?” You asked with a nervous laugh. Souichi didn’t respond. He did think it was an ugly color, but it was the color you had chosen for him.

Slightly pulling him closer, you guided Souichi’s hands to hold onto your shoulders. “How about we trade one glove?” You suggested, taking the glove off your dominant hand. When you finished, you put your hands on his shoulders, allowing him to do the same. Souichi smiled as he looked down at his now mismatched gloves.

Holding tightly onto each other’s hands again, you started to skate. Souichi listened with a smile as you gave him advice on how he could skate a bit better. But ultimately, he just wanted to keep holding onto you, even if it meant making a fool of himself.

Finally making it to the other end of the rink, you slowed your pace down and guided Souichi to take ahold of the barrier.

Souichi leaned on one arm as he tried to keep his balance.

“So…Do you want to get some hot chocolate now?” You asked.

Looking down at his free hand, Souichi saw that you two had yet to let go of one another completely.

Pushing himself off the barrier once more, he quickly moved to grab your other hand. “How about we skate in the middle one more time first?”

[peachyysugaa]

sloth and sheep

― yang jungwon x gn!reader

your best friend is acting weird, what seems to be the cause?

genre: fluff, school au, best friends to lovers

warnings: some teasing but it's jungwon what do you expect

wc: 1.3k

a/n: done with my last final! as a gift for being so patient, i wrote this while i was studying and to give myself motivation LOL i'll return with blood castle soon!! ^^

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the scribbling of pencils hurriedly rushing to finish their last markings is all you can hear as your teacher counts down. everyone is quickly trying to jot down their final words for the essay.

"3... 2... 1... and stop!" your teacher shouts. some students groan at their inability to finish whereas some let out a sigh of relief. "pencils down, pass your papers to the front please. after that, you're free to go! have a nice summer, everyone!"

you pass your paper to your classmate kim sunoo in front of you. a smile graces his face as he takes it and continues passing the stack. you're packing up your supplies with a steady heartbeat before you hear footsteps approaching. you don't need to look up to know who it is.

"hurry up, y/n!" best friend!yang jungwon whines. you simply roll your eyes at him. the zipper of your pouch is followed by the shuffling of your satchel and the tapping of his feet.

"yah, yang jungwon, don't rush me," you scold.

"i wouldn't have to rush you if you weren't so slow," he continues whining, drawing out the vowels in "so" and "slow."

sighing, you get up and throw your bag over your shoulder.

"finally! i thought i was going to have to leave you!" the brown-haired teenager teases.

"you would never, wonie," you say as you stick your tongue out at him.

"watch me!" jungwon shouts before bolting towards the door and taking off. "last one to get there has to pay for the winner!"

"h-hey!! no fair, you got a head start!" you tell after him, scrambling your feet.

going at his own pace, sunoo shakes his head at the pair of best friends. "ugh, they're so in love it's almost cute."

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

you're not able to keep up with jungwon, who could literally run a marathon from his rigorous taekwondo training, so when you reach the shop, you're almost breathless and lucky that the shop is close by the school. the chime of the doorbell welcomes you as you push the door open, the staff greeting you with warm welcomes.

jungwon is already ordering his chocolate ice cream and another one while you hurriedly find your wallet. surprisingly though, he nonchalantly hands a cone over to you with your favorite ice cream flavor and pays for it himself.

"but i thought you said...?" you stiffly mumble out.

"your ice cream is melting, slowpoke," he simply states. your eyes widen as you quickly go to lick the sugary liquid before it can drip onto your hand. he's calmly watching you in amusement while enjoying his own dessert. "let's walk back, yeah?"

you're curious as to where his energy went, he's usually more playful with you, but you follow him out the store nonetheless. "sure, just tell me why you're acting so weird, wonie."

as the two of you start walking back on the road home, it's oddly silent. usually your way home (a/n: haha txt song) is filled with laughter and inside jokes, so the silence is extremely uncomfortable and feels much longer than the 3 minutes it actually is.

"alright, yang jungwon, you've been way too quiet. what are you planning, you sneaky bunny?" you give in, making a stop in your tracks. the streets are quiet as the sun begins to set and the once-in-a-while car whooshes past. he turns around with his wide doe eyes staring back at you rather earnestly.

"wh-why are you looking at me like that?" you unconsciously stammer out. jungwon suddenly takes a few steps closer, making you walk backwards into a wall. his hand come forward and encases you between the wall and his body. you can't help but take in the scent of detergent that surrounds you when he traps you, his brown hair that reminds you of a chocoball, and his eyes staring back at you. "w-what—"

you're cut off by a pair of fingers flicking your forehead before you're holding it in response to the pain. "ow! what was that for?!"

"you're keeping us from getting home! i want to watch movies, but you're being slow, y/n," he states before releasing you and walking briskly towards your shared street. "hurry up, or you're not sleeping over tonight."

"h-hey! you can't do that! it's our tradition to do ice cream and movies on the last day of finals!" you scold, rushing after him. when you catch up, you latch onto his back, jungwon's reflexes immediately kicking in and catching you and your legs as your limbs wrap around him. "if you're going to call me slow, i'll just hang on you like a sloth!"

the teenage boy laughs joyfully. "you already were one! sloth y/n, sloth y/n," he chants.

"i'll approve of this sloth y/n agenda only because you're carrying me like you're my moving branch."

"sure, sure. that's my new contact name for you, by the way."

"huh? what was it before?" you ask. you tilt your head forward to rest on his shoulder. the scent of coconut from his conditioner fills your nose as you do so.

"just dummy," he replies coolly. "what's yours for me?"

"first of all, i'm not a dummy," you pout. "second, remember that time you dressed up as a sheep for student council?"

"nooo!" he groans out as if he knows what's coming.

"yess! it's sheep garden to match your contact picture," you tease.

"then i'll dress you like a sloth to match your nickname."

"i thought you had most of our shared brain cells, wonie. sloths are too hairy to dress up as."

"not my problem, get hairy then." you slap his back as his reply. "yah! i'll file best friend abuse against you!"

"go ahead, no one else will deal with your whiny heinie."

"i'm dropping you because you said that."

you gasp. "you wouldn't."

a smirk appears on his face before he says, "try me." and he does it, making you yelp as he lets you fall to your butt on the grassy lawn of his house. "who's a whiny heinie now? pay the uber fees, sloth."

"yea, i'll pay alright," you mumble.

he doesn't catch it and looks at you curiously. "sorry, what d—whoa!!"

as he's talking, you pull his arm and cause him to come down to the ground with you, except the plan didn't end much like how you intended. you definitely didn't intend to be in a compromising position with jungwon hovering over you and trapping you like he had done earlier.

once again, your eyes are locked with his seas of dark brown, searching for some kind of sign, some kind of reason to act on the skyrocketing pulse of your heartbeat. you're too caught up in your thoughts that you don't hear him say, "you know what? screw it."

when his lips press against yours, you only have a few moments to realize and return the press before he's pulling away.

"wonie..." you breathe out. breathless is all that can describe you as your brain wraps around the fact that not only did you have your first kiss, but your first kiss was with yang jungwon, your best friend and crush. the two of you start to sit up, not really saying anything else with your legs intertwined.

it's him who breaks the silence. "i like you, y/n."

and it's you who reached forward to pull him into a hug. he's frozen as your arms take place around his neck and your lips go towards his ear to whisper, "i like you too, jungwonie."

his cheerful giggles that you've come to love and adore erupt out as he wraps his arms around you. knowing the two of you liked each other didn't change the way you acted together, but it made the time you two spent together even more special, now that you can hold hands and rub circles or cuddle while watching movies: doing the same traditions felt brand new.

[gale-gentlepenguin]

Gale Reviews: ML season 4 episode 12 Crocoduel

(Spoilers below)

-So Kitty Section is playing. I gotta say... the outfits do not look as good as they did in the dark. I cant take them seriously with the little cat gesture. Im chuckling

-Oh look Zoe is there.

-That JULROSE HUG IS GOOD S***

-But Marinette isnt there for some reason.

-Luka thinks its his fault.

-Rose sweetie, I love you but no.

-Luka looks so sad... Okay no cap. This is kind of relatable. Look at them developing Luka.

-"I cant tell him Marinette is super embarrassed." Well yea, those outfits do not look good in the daylight. Except Ivans. THAT BOY IS STYLING

-Okay so Zoe being there is nice but it just reminds us that MARINETTE WAS FINE SEEING LUKA EARLIER! (Im sorry this plot hole really f***ing annoys me) (not gonna impact the score. Just need it to be known.

-So They plotting to have marinette and Luka talking again. by throwing Luka and Juleka a party. Cause their birthdays

-Out of context, them being happy adrien isnt there sounds REALLY bad.

-Juleka doesnt seemed sold on the idea...but JULROSE CHEEK KISS.

-Marinette Figured that out in like 20 seconds.

-"Luka loves me but I love Adrien!" just gonna memorize that line

-But Alya is right, they do need to talk

-Marinette does have a point tho. She doesnt want to hurt his feelings. You know, Marinette does care about his feelings and doesnt want to hurt him but she avoids actually talking with the person because she believes she is sparing their feelings.... HOLY S*** THE PARALLELS TO LADYNOIR.

-Marinette stealthed in a garbage can... HOW CAN PEOPLE HATE HER?!

-Marinette is putting a lot of unintentional pressure on Juleka.

-Okay so I really like this scene with Juleka and Luka. it is a good brother sister moment. Luka knows she was hiding something and cared to ask.

-JAGGED JUST SHOWED UP!

-And Jagged not noticing his daughter... dude not cool.

-And Anarke is here! Time for PARENTAL SMACK DOWN

-Jagged is not subtle

-Jagged dove out the window! The man is trying to be a decent dad now. So I will give him points for trying. and 3 points for that landing

-Poor juleka. She has so much pressure on her. And Luka looks so giddy. (or as giddy as his character model will allow)

-Juleka is standing there... the guilt... poor girl. Marinette why did you make her go through that.

-And the plan obviously backfired. SO LUKA IS GONNA GET TARGETED NUMBER 3!

-What akuma would he have he had anyway? I wonder if its like tear drops on my guitar

-Wow... Um that was touching. The group showing they care about Luka. That is sweet and prevents an akuma. NO ONE IS ALLOWED TO SALT ON THEM TODAY.

-Shadowmoth just like "They are teens.. SOMEONE WILL BE DEPRESSED"

-Now Shadowmoth focused on Juleka.

-Wait... doesnt Juleka have a charm at this point?! THE AKUMA WOULDNT HAVE WORKED? Yeesh the plotholes in this.

- Marinette comforted Juleka. It is still cute

- Jagged stone showing up to his kids party.

-Shadowmoth mothblocked twice.

-Everyone is shocked that Jagged stone is their dad. And Hawkmoth is going for attempt number 3

-AND FAILURE. Shadowmoth keeps getting dunked on. Even shadowmoth realizes it

-"Why do you think your dad loves luka more" Sees Dad give son gift and not to tell Juleka. NOT EVEN 10 SECONDS

-And Jagged proves he is an awful dad... And I got my hopes up.

-Shadowmoth you tried that already

-Marinette channeling her angry gremlin energy to yell at him. I love it

-plot twist HE ISNT A BAD DAD! The gift was for Juleka! And he was trying to be subtle. WELL PLAYED JAGGED. you escape my wrath for now. BUT SO HELP ME... I WILL BREAK YOUR FACE IF YOU MAKE HER CRY.

-Shadowmoth's consistent failure makes me laugh

-The album that caused their seperation? Oh damn

-Shadowmoth is like "FINALLY A DIVORCE!"

- Wait... the item broke as it was getting akumatized?! HOW DOES THAT WORK?!

-guitar villain vs CAPTAIN HARDROCK! AKUMA FIGHT! PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF EVERYTHING. PLEASE DONT MAKE THIS BORING!?

-I love this already. Also Alya is acting to get a distraction.

-Ladybug arrives. And they are fighting...

-Adrien is make up first and safety second.... I love him so much

-Oh wow CANON is not nice to Ladybug. (thank you I will be here all week)

-CHIMNEY CHAN!

-Chat noir saving Ladybug... a nice change of pace.

-Ladybug doesnt even know she is already in love with him. (Ladynoir banter at its finest.)

-Chat noir... you have a jetpack power up.

-SKY FIGHT!!!!

- oH MAN THIS FIGHT Looks fun

-Shadowmoth is so done already.

-And ladybug learns the lesson of the day... Talk it out.

-Well that was suspect. (so help me if Luka figures it out...)

-JULEKA HERO DEBUT TIME!

-ROARR!

-I love the purple tiger. He really brings out the wild side

- The transformation is great. I love it

- Chat noir happy to meet another cat hero.

-THEY HAVE A SPACE POWER UP! WHY DID HE NEED TO LAUNCH THEM?!

-Oh.. that is interesting. It has to be put together for the akuma to come out. Interesting.

-Chat noir is clutch today.

-Thats where the tape comes in.

-OH HER POWER IS Collision?

-So its like... a Super punch? Neat.

-And now that it was all together it could be destroyed.

-They almost died in the air.

-So many people almost died.

-Oh neat two charms in one!

-Juleka spoke up! Oh no. I LOVE HER EVEN MORE NOW!

-And father daughter moment is cute.

-Now for Luka and Marinette finally talk.

-And they both agree to be friends

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Overall 8 out of 10. (Not including the Plot holes. with plot holes included. 7 out of 10)

I will say this, Great episode for the Couffaine family. All of them got some Development. (well anarke was a bit lacking but still)

Juleka was MVP. And I am glad Marinette and Luka are friends.

It was cute and the fight wasnt boring. I think they could have done a bit more with it. But it was fine. The comedy was on point.

[glowingbadger]

How are there no SFW and nsfw modern day Felix HCs? I must remedy this.

Ah, I actually have a few Modern AU Felix thingies- they're just scattered throughout posts about multiple different characters lol. You can find them all in my masterlist, but lemme go ahead and compile everything I've written for him so far~ ((There aren't many NSFW ones yet, so if anyone has a nice Modern AU spicy concept for Felix for me to toy around with, I'm all ears :3))

Felix (FE3H) x Reader, Modern/College AU

SFW (nsfw below the cut):

From the BL Modern AU hcs: He’s a business major, but his heart clearly isn’t in it- he’s only doing it because he’s expected to run his father’s company some day. He’s at the gym every time you go (presumably plenty of times when you’re not there too), before you realize it, you start looking for him there. You tell yourself it’s just because you admire his motivation. He catches you staring though one day, and calls you out. Somehow, you stumble your way through introductions, but before long he’s telling you how you’re not stretching properly at all, how your jogging pace is inefficient, and just like that, you’ve got a gym partner who eventually becomes the most secretly-sweet boyfriend.

From 'modern AU w/ insecure Reader': He’s a funny one about this, honestly- his feelings for you are strong and enduring, and because of the intensity of what he feels, he does have a hard time understanding what you’re insecure about. He’ll grab your hand and grumble that, “I’m your boyfriend, aren’t I? I wouldn’t waste my time if I didn’t love you.” He’s also definitely one of those types who wants to help in concrete ways, so he’ll interrogate you about what’s making you anxious and what he’s screwed up- he knows he’s not good at romantic stuff, but he’s willing to do absolutely anything to make you happy. He will never admit it but he somehow finds himself lurking on relationship forums to better understand how you’re feeling

From escape room BL hcs: This poor boy. He does not understand why you would intentionally put yourself in the position of being trapped somewhere for fun. But you get so excited and so into the whole thing that he simply can’t help wanting to help you if he can- not that he would ever admit it. It’s just that your moods are so contagious to him and he can’t help wanting to see that adorable, triumphant smile you give when you’ve figured out the next clue. Absolutely the type to get impatient if one code or riddle is taking too long, and will 'test out’ the structural integrity of the doors, walls and locks.

From 'modern AU soft hcs': - He’s so bad at being soft, but he wants to be for you, but also doesn’t want to be because ew feelings. Which he has a lot of. This is why the main way he expresses his affection is through physical contact. It’s mostly in private, where he can be super cuddly with you- but in public, he’ll still find times to lightly brush his hand against yours, or an excuse to “fix” your hair, mumbling, “It’s flying all over the place, hold still-” even though it’s really not that out of place, he just wants a reason to touch you.

- Felix is a funny one to bring your problems to. He’s actually a surprisingly good listener for someone he cares about, so he’s happy to just hold onto your hand and listen to you vent about whatever’s bothering you. If it’s an interpersonal problem, he’ll probably offer to confront or straight up fight whoever is giving you trouble, which might at least get you to laugh, even though he fully means it. But for a more serious problem, he’ll quietly wipe away your tears and remind you, “Hey, listen- you just… keep living your life as you, okay? You can’t be anyone else, and I don’t want you to be.”

- He secretly loves it when you play with his hair. While he’s studying or gaming, he likes to lean back against the edge of his bed or a couch and have you sitting behind him brushing out his hair, or even braiding or pulling it up for him if you like. He finds your touch incredibly soothing, and there have even been times when he’s spaced out a bit and completely forgotten what he was doing because he was just enjoying your nails along his scalp and your fingers through his hair. Honestly, it’s a bit like scratching a cat’s ears- he’ll even subconsciously lean against you if he’s not careful.

From general modern AU hcs:

- he’s very cat-like in how he chooses to show his affection. He’ll almost never verbally express it, and to many, he comes across as cold. But if you know what to look for, the signs are incredibly obvious. The mere fact that he goes out of his way to just be near you, the fact that he’ll jump to your defense the moment someone dares to give you a hard time, small gifts that he’ll give with a carefully neutral, “It’s not a big deal, it just seemed like the kinda thing you’d like.”

- Once you’ve been together for a bit though, he’s extremely physically affectionate in private- only in private, mind you. Alone in your dorm or apartment, he’s very cuddly, holding you close to him at any chance he gets and resting his chin on your shoulder, or nuzzling against your neck. Sometimes he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it, but he’ll run a hand along your back or your waist when he moves by you, or his thumb will rub little circles along your thigh when you’re sitting together. Don’t call him out on it though- he’ll lurch away immediately and be too shy to touch you for an hour or two.

- His friends definitely know he’s developed a thing for someone very early on. He tends to be notorious among his friends for never checking his phone or responding to messages, and when he does respond, it’s in five words or fewer. Once he’s started getting close to you though, he keeps his phone in his hand while he’s hanging out with the other Blue Lions, glancing down at the screen every ten seconds, and completely impossible to communicate with when he’s thinking of what to send you when you do message him.

NSFW 18+ v

- he’s the type to feel most comfortable initiating sex when you’re just relaxing in one of your rooms together. In the middle of a movie or playing video games together- or even just sitting quietly and studying together on his bed- he glances over at you and it just hits him that you’re his, you chose him, and damnit he’s just so crazy into you. He leans over and kisses you without a word, then slides his tongue past your lips, pulling you closer until you can very evidently feel that he needs you now.

- His roommate (Sylvain) is quite the renowned flirt on campus, and likes to tease Felix by openly hitting on you in front of him. All three of you know that it’s genuinely in jest, and that Sylvain would never push things TOO far… but that doesn’t stop Felix from fucking you extra hard and deep once you have the place to yourselves again. He’s generally not very vocal during sex, but if his insecurities have been prodded a bit, he’ll lift your legs into a mating press and pound his cock into you, groaning out, “tell me you’re mine, Y/N. C'mon- again, louder-!”

- Overall, isn’t much one for intimacy in public places- but once or twice, you’ll encounter a bit of an exception. Gym dates with Felix are generally common and comfortable enough, and he’s actually very helpful in improving your technique and efficiency when working out. But he won’t let on for quite some time that it also turns him on immensely to see your body moving like this, and the scent of your sweat and pheromones drive him near feral. If it’s late enough at night and there’s no one else to overhear you, he’ll drag you into one of the changing room showers and fuck you breathless against the wall, his tongue dragging along your neck and his hands groping every inch of you he can reach.

[guardianofthepeanutwrites]

Skirts and Dresses Part 2

Part 2 is here. I hope you will like it! Part 1, Part 3, Part 4  and Part 5 To my Powerpuff Girls ! I love you all <3 Many Thanks to Gypsywoman13 for beta-readig!

@mayucerise @starkeraddictbaby

Iron Dad Tony

Since the Widow had learned his secret and been so understanding, Peter became a bit less careful. While he used to only wear his old skirt when he was alone in the compound, now he would wear his new clothes when only one or two people were present or if Natasha decided they needed special training nights, which were girls nights where they would train and then watch action movies while making fun of the bad scripts and stunts. They would also paint each other's nails and do each other's hair. It was awesome.

As promised, Natasha burned his old skirt to ashes, but with his consent. Three days later, she gifted Peter a frame with a small piece of the skirt inside and it made Peter’s heart swell with love.

He could now say that his old skirt had been awful; it had too many colors and some nasty stains, but it still had been his first, so he had put the small memorabilia on his shelf.

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Today, Peter, Mr. Stark, and Dr. Banner were the only ones present at the compound, so Peter put on a nice skirt that was full of colors, and that kind of looked like silk. It was one of Peter’s new favorites because it would swirl and flare when he walked.

After dancing around for a bit, and watching the effect in the mirror of his bedroom at the compound, Peter decided it was time to work on his assignment for next week.

Peter was fully engrossed in his work when his phone buzzed loudly.

>> Kid, I know you’re busy with your assignment, but I have an emergency here. Could you come by? - TS

Without even thinking about it, Peter rapidly answered

<< Sure Mr. Stark. Omw

With that sent Peter left his bedroom, not remembering in his rush that he was still wearing his new skirt.

--

When Peter entered the workshop of Mr. Stark, the billionaire briefly took his eyes away from the armor he was working on.

“Kid, you may want to change before coming closer. Motor oil is a bitch to take out of silk.” The comment was said offhandedly, as if Mr. Stark wasn’t talking to his mentee wearing a fucking skirt.

Peter felt his cheeks redden, realizing he had left his room in such a hurry that he hadn’t thought to change. He was startled when Mr. Stark started to talk again.

“Pete, it’s kind of an emergency here. Can you change and move on, please?” The urgency in his mentor’s voice got Peter to move, but not to change. “Pete, you’re going to stain the skirt, come on.” But Peter didn’t listen.

“What do you need me for, Mr. Stark?”

The older man sighed but started to explain.

For three hours the two men worked seamlessly like they always do. When the part of the armor they were working on was done, Mr. Stark silently led Peter to the sofa in the lab. He made Peter spin once, to look over the skirt before he let Peter sit on the couch next to him.

“So, Petey Pie. When did you start to wear skirts, and why did you never tell me?” Mr. Stark sounded calm and not disgusted; Peter did not really know what to think about it. “And this isn’t silk. What for the love of Tesla is that thing?”

Peter sighed. Were they all going to criticize the type of skirts he was wearing and not the fact he was wearing them?

“I-I started to wear one, uh, 4 years ago?” Peter felt his cheeks redden again and bowed his head to look at his hands, avoiding Mr. Stark’s gaze. “I found it--well... it was truly horrid, Natasha burned i-” Before he could finish his sentence, Mr. Stark cut him off with a frown.

“Wait, hold on, Underoos. Natasha knew before me?” The billionaire puts a hand on his chest; always one for dramatics. “Why? Wait, no, she’s a superspy. Did she guess?”

“She walked in on me,” Peter admitted. He felt rough fingers against his chin to lift his head up and force his eyes to meet his mentor.

“You know, when I was your age - a little younger maybe - I had a... well, Dad and--Dad called it a phase.” Peter knew his mentor had meant Dad and Obadiah Stane. It made Peter want to punch the guy. “For an entire month, I wore nothing but very short skirts.” Peter’s breath hitched at the confession, making Mr. Stark smirk. “To be honest, I only wore them to make my dad angry, but I still liked it, and those skirts made my ass look like sin. Well, everything makes my ass look like sin, but the skirts...they were really nice.”

“But, then, why did you stop? And why does no one know about that?” Peter asked with a small voice, still looking at his mentor even if the man had let go of his chin sometime before.

“I--They made me. If I am being honest, they paid a lot of people a lot of money to bury every piece of evidence from that month.” Mr. Stark frowned suddenly. “FRI, baby girl?”

“Yes, boss?” The AI answered.

“Do we still have pictures of that time?” There was a short silence before the AI starts to talk again.

“Yes boss, we do,” the mechanical voice sounded, amused.

“We should leak those one day.” Peter choked on nothing, making the older man wink at him. “Oh, and before I forget, FRI, call Thomas and tell him to bring skirts and dresses for my protegé.” FRIDAY didn’t answer, but Peter supposed she already was calling whoever Thomas was.

Mr. Stark stood, making a gesture at Peter to stay put, and went to a little room where he kept a small desk to do things that didn’t warrant going to his main office. He came back with a kraft envelope and sat back while he simply gave the envelope to Peter.

“I was supposed to give this to you on your Birthday, but I think there will be no better occasion than this one.” Peter watched the envelope dumbly, asking himself what was inside. “Open it up, kid.”

However, before Peter could move, FRIDAY started to talk again.

“Sir, Mr. Watson refuses to ‘clothe a man with a dress’.”

Tony lifted an eyebrow. “Fire him.” Peter opened his mouth to argue that there was no need to fire someone over him, but Mr. Stark continued. “Wait, was he insulting?”

“Yes, sir.” If she hadn’t been only code, Peter would have said FRIDAY was angry, but Peter was probably projecting.

“Ok, sue him and then fire him or the other way around. Let Legal take care of that. Shit, Pepper is going to kill me,” Mr. Stark muttered, standing up to start to pace.

“Mrs. Potts has not been using Mr. Watson’s services for some years, boss. Not after they had an argument about the place of women.” Peter saw his mentor getting angry at hearing that. “She has another tailor. His name is Richard Bernard and he comes highly recommended by Mrs. Potts. Should I call him?”

Mr. Stark huffed. “Yes, you do that. And FRIDAY? Next time someone treats my wife badly, tell me. While she can take care of herself, I refuse to continue to employ assholes. Tell her that.” Peter smiled softly at the ardor in his mentor’s demeanor. Mr. Stark breathed deeply and turned to Peter. “Now, kid, open the thing.” Mr. Stark made a wide gesture to the kraft envelope still on Peter’s lap.

Peter carefully pulled the tab and opened the envelope, taking the papers before looking up at Mr. Stark to make sure he could read them. Mr.Stark nodded, encouragingly, so Peter started to read and was startled at the content on the first paper. Peter frantically began to go through all of the papers, but they all said the same thing: Adoption.

When Peter looked up from the papers on his knees, it was to see Mr. Stark kneeling in front of him, watching Peter with a smile, and taking one of Peter’s hands inside his.

“We have known each other for years, and I would never hope for a better son than you, and for someone better to inherit Stark Industries when my time comes, Peter Parker.” Peter wanted to interrupt; wanted to tell the man that while Peter saw him as a dad too...that Peter would love nothing more on this earth than to be his son, but he was not worth it. He was only Peter, after all.

But Tony Stark knew him too well and just continued to talk, gently squeezing Peter’s hand. “You are smart, kind, and brave. I once told you that I wanted you to be better, and the truth is, you always were better. No, Peter, I may have changed the last decade or so, but at your age, I was nowhere as good as you. I would never have been a hero if I had received your powers. I am so proud of the man you have become, and I want to officially call you a son.”

“But--I know nothing about business,” Peter said lamely. It made Tony smile.

“Well, it’s not knowledge I was born with, you know. There are some classes you can take, and Pepper and I are ready to teach you everything we know. We would have done this sooner, but we wanted to give you until your 21st Birthday to be a normal kid.” Tony gently stroked Peter’s hand. “And before you ask, no, I do not care that you wear skirts or that you are bisexual. Yes, I know about that, I’ve seen how you watch the Soldier.” Peter wanted to deny it, but he really couldn’t because he currently had a very big and hopeless crush on one James Buchanan Barnes. “There is nothing--except going to work for Hammer Tech, and maybe SHIELD--that will change the way I see you. You are my kid, Peter Parker. Will you agree to be my son?”

And what could Peter say? He loved the man like a father and looked up to him. He even loved the horrible dad jokes Mr. Stark started to tell every now and then.

“It-it would be my honor, d-dad.” And Peter couldn’t take it anymore as he jumped into his mentor’s...no, his father’s arms.

And if both of them cried while hugging the other for a long time, it was no one’s business.

--

Richard Bernard made Peter the most awesome clothes, but Peter had to admit that while he loved them, (silk was such a pleasure on his sensitive skin) the ones he bought with Natasha were still his favorites.

Natasha looked at him like he was a moron, but did not comment. Peter was emotional, so sue him.

Pepper gifted Peter with some make-up, and with Natasha’s help, they taught him how to use it.

Now that Peter had more freedom to put on his dresses, skirts, lace, and silk, he discovered that he did not crave it as much as before. He even started to have fun with his other clothes, especially since Tony gifted him a great collection of graphic tees with all the best science puns.

It’s not as if he didn’t want to be pretty anymore, Peter did, but it’s not a desperate need anymore. Some days he wanted to look cute, and others, he wanted jeans and t-shirts.

Peter was very lucky.

[petekaos]

Hiya Rahul! What are your top 5 series in terms of plot/storyline?

hey there nonnie!! 💗 thanks for this question, it made me think for quite a while! i tend to watch shows that are more character-driven than plot-driven, so this might focus on that a little more! in no particular order:

1) beyond evil (2021). okay, admittedly this was a recent watch for me, but it skyrocketed to the top of my list. i think one of the most fascinating things that beyond evil does is subvert the genre of a gritty psychological thriller into something more character-focused. yes, obviously you’re wondering who the murderer is the entire time, but the victims as well as the survivors are treated with a kind of gentleness that is inherent to the show. the story is not just made to fuck with your head, but rather focused on themes such as grief and loss and closure and moving forward even though everything is falling apart around you, and love and love and love. this show is damn near perfect to me, it simply teems with interesting character relationships and an addictive plot! 🥰

2) reply 1988 (2015-2016). y’all already know how much i love this show! it’s difficult to keep such a character-driven story with episodes that are movie-length interesting and dynamic. but the pace of this show is simply wonderful. the fond writing and the experiences that we get to see in the show really draw you in as a member of the friend group and before you know it, you’ve developed a serious attachment to these characters. the reason i adore reply 1988 is because it takes a classic trope such as a love triangle and executes it well, because friendship is at the core of it. jung hwan and taek always prioritise their friendship above their love for deok sun and it’s so touching! 🥺

3) the gifted (2018). i LOVE this show! it’s a perfect blend of character driven episodes but also a fun and energetic plot. it kept me guessing at every turn, watching it for the first time was crazy because everything i guessed was wrong and the ending is one of the few that blew my mind and made me get up and walk around the house. i seriously think the way that they connected all of the storylines and gave fairly equal attention to the characters AND developed the characters (especially wave) AND touched on interesting topics such as a revolution only being possible through the masses super super impressive. it’s one of gmmtv’s best! 💗 gonna just ignore the gifted graduation

4) dark blue kiss (2019). totally unpredictable, i know 🤡 but i seriously love this show… watching it live was a whole other experience! i really liked the slice of life way we followed pete and kao and mork and sun through their lives as they dealt with their own internal conflicts. as touched upon in many of my posts, i thought the jealousy trope was done right here, especially in combination with the class difference in petekao’s relationship, pete’s insecurities, as well as the fact that pete is out and kao wasn’t. sure, maybe at times it was super angsty, but i think that aspect was done well and i enjoyed seeing them go through all of that before coming out stronger on the other side. i think they could have gone a little harder especially in terms of non’s character, potentially getting pete to recognise the fact that they’re similar (except pete has the support of his father and kao and non doesn’t) and taking him under his wing before all the bad shit went down, but i like the show for what it is as well! 🥰💗

5) bad buddy (2021-2022). LOVE LOVE LOVE this show! it was so nice to see such a lovely show simply enriched by the characters and the stellar performances delivered by the cast. the whole mutual pining and then committing to the relationship and the angst of the last few eps were things i simply adored. i really loved the ending and i think it was perfect for the entire message of the show—the fact that pat and pran couldn’t change the world around them, but didn’t let that change them. it’s also such a testament to many asian lgbt people. how we yearn for the acceptance of our parents despite the things they put us through and how filial piety is ingrained in our societies. how maybe that’s not the best thing all the time, but how we can maintain and get to find our happiness while having a relationship with them as well. how they weren’t even hiding their relationship towards the end… ah, pat and pran are such joyful, earnest, and lively characters and i miss them so much 😭💔

honourable mentions: my country: the new age, wake up chanee, i told sunset about you, racket boys. i’m sure there are others i’m not thinking of right now. either way, thank you for the ask! 🥰

put ‘top 5 anything’ in my inbox!

[jpasionr]

For ROTTMNT OC/TMNTsonas: A List of 70 Development Questions

Most of the questions will reference rottmnt’s seasons 1 and 2 episodes. 

A slight warning because of spoilers, mentioning the context of the episodes, and especially for the heavy plot episodes.

This is also just a fun idea. So its perfectly fine to answer only a few questions and/or at your own pace. I’m also fine if people want to use these questions for an ask game for their characters.

However, I added one warning to Question 37 with it being: 

“(*Please keep the side effects at an interesting detail and not towards mature content.)”

There’s some angst I will not tolerate and that includes other questionable content. So its a “use that question at your own risk.”

Hopefully, this helps for anyone who’s stuck on ideas writing about their rottmnt oc or rottmntsona.

Questions based off of Season 1′s episodes (Part 1)

1. What was the last thing your character did before the oozesquito changed their physical appearance? And if they weren’t stung by that glowy green bug, how would they obtain a mystic weapon/mystic powers?

2. How were your character’s first few weeks adjusting to “this whole situation?” Was it a good or bad change? Or a combination of both?

Is the mystic weapon in their possession, close to a secured place? Or in a random spot, where your character knows where to find it? Are they good with their powers or striving to get better?

3. How would your character react receiving a gift with good intentions? But, said gift ends up being something that causes more trouble? 

4. What would your character do at an arcade? Play a few games, make silly faces and pose with decorative stickers from the photo booth, save a table and chit-chat while waiting for the food, etc.?

5. What was your character’s first encounter with the turtles? Also, how would they visit the lair? As a surprise visit or telling the guys ahead of time?

6. Can your character be too mean or too nice while dealing with an unpleasant person? Or does it depend on the situation?

7. What usually helps your character when they’re feeling sick? Also, do they try to get, at least one thing done before falling asleep?    

8. How would your character feel, being falsely accused for a petty reason? And what type of apology would they want from the accuser?

9. Does your character have a specific mascot they like? And have they bought merchandise or planning to at later time? Or just a casual fan?   

10. What’s your character’s opinion on wrestling? And if they don't like it, is there at least one thing they can compliment on?

11. Would your character go to drastic measures to prove their worth? Or need reassurance from the people who care about them?

12. Is your character familiar with some knowledge about yokai? And if they are a yokai, do they prefer the Hidden City or NYC? (Also counting other places as well) 

13. How would your character focus on a task that requires no distractions? And if they do get distracted, how do they work around it?

14. What does your character think about school events? Are they willing to participate or not attend at all?

15. Can your character handle scary stories? Do they also believe in some superstitions?

16. What is the one thing your character is afraid of? Do they also have some pet peeves (something that would really annoy them)?

17. If your character is suddenly stuck in a group project, what are the main exceptions they’re willing to accept? Would they read off the board or memorize what they wrote down?

18. Does your character have a favorite type of music? Are they willing to stick to one genre or are they open to a variety of other tunes?

19. Would your character show off wearing a cool clothing item? Or wear it because they want to try something new for a change?

20. Does your character have a favorite type of pizza? Would they eat a slice of their least favorite for a hundred bucks?

21. Would your character take the risk, letting Donnie fix one of their devices and the potential danger of it going haywire? Do they dread cleaning up after the mishap or try to reassure the purple turtle that he still helped them?

22. What was one thing, your character did, all by themselves? Were there moments of being constantly interrupted or did it end with no trouble at all?

23. Would your character fight one of the villains? Or at least outsmart the evildoer to escape their wrath?

24. How does your character deal with detours? Are they good with shortcuts or require some help at confusing directions?

25. If your character is temporarily roommates with the turtles, who would they consider as their favorite turtle? And why? 

26. What brings the worst out of your character's personality? And they willing to change it to become a better person or learn their lesson at the last minute?

27. Can your character spot a person with a fake personality? Or too oblivious to notice until they get hurt?

28. How would your character attempt to ease the tension of an upcoming threat? What’s on their mind when being told about this situation?

29. Has your character been to the Hidden City? Or at least, one of the areas similar to the Run of the Mill pizzeria?

30. Would your character consider Hypno as another typical villain or an unexpected frenemy to the turtles? Also, would your character remember Warren's name or stick to the running gag of forgetting his name?

31. Does your character own a cloaking brooch/an accessory that disguises the user’s appearance? Or do they have no need for it?

32. What is your character's idea of training? Are they comfortable doing it by themselves or need a buddy to make it fun?

33. At a restaurant, what would your character usually order? And would they rate their experience by the food or by something else?

34. Does your character follow the rules? Or willing to break it and seek a way to get what they want?

35. In a library, would your character read a book? Or surf the web and pretend to look busy?

36. Does your character prefer to play a video game or watch gameplay? And if they're placed an npc, what role do you see them as?

37. Has your character experienced unpleasant, instinctual side effects from the oozesquito? Have they also developed methods to combat those impulses or caution others beforehand? 

(*Please keep the side effects at an interesting detail and not towards mature content.)

38. Does your character try to do the right thing with no reward? Or would they like some compensation for the good deed?

39. Has your character felt melancholy memories? And were the said memories, wonderful times or wishing to turn back time to undo a mistake?

40. Is your character good at hide or seek? Do they also add new rules to make it more of a challenge? Or to keep things simple with the classic game?

41. Would your character trust others with a plan set in motion? Or go against it at the possibility of things going horribly wrong?

42. What does your character do on a snow day? And if they don’t like winter, are they a fall, spring, or summer person?

43. Is your character the type to go all out and party with a huge crowd? Or prefers a small group of friends in an easygoing atmosphere?

44. Would your character be more of a fan of the action-packed Lou Jitsu movies? Or towards the sci-fi hi-tech Jupiter Jim films?

45. Can your character handle the decision of giving up their old self to save the world? Or easily lose that facade after being too careless?

46. How does your character view tradition?

Questions based off of Season 2′s episodes (Part 2) 

47. Can your character get the upper hand at a last minute change of plans? When faced with a fight they can’t win, what sort of choice do they make?

48. Is your character into outdoor or indoor activities? Do they prefer peace and quiet or have others join the fun?

49. What was your character’s life before the oozequito incident and/or getting a mystic weapon? Do they have any regrets remembering that fateful encounter?

50. How well can your character handle the pressure of not telling the truth? Unfazed saying the white lie in a casual conversation or has no shame being a tattletale if the lie grows out of control?

51. Would your character play fair in a light competition? Or can they get overconfident and accidentally hurt someone?

52. How does your character apologize? Does it take a long time to admit they were in the wrong?

53. What is your character’s reaction to Baron Draxum suddenly becoming an ex-villain? And if they were a victim of the oozesquito, do they hold a grudge or a tiny amount of pity towards the yokai?

54. Does your character consider themselves as a team player? (Making sure other people have a fun experience)

Or relies, only on themselves through luck and shady ways to win?

55. Would your character agree with the “Do Not” rule? Or do they go against it for the most ridiculous reason?

56. Does your character see themselves as a leader or a sidekick? Are they comfortable with it or want to be taken more seriously?

57. How would your character solve a conflict between two people? Would they step in if the issue goes on for too long? Or wait it out?

58. Has your character asked Splinter for some advice? Did said advice helped or just made things more confusing?

59. How long can your character frequently check on a person? What would make them lose their patience?

60. What sort of authority does your character believe in? Can they defend themselves or stand up to help others?

61. Does your character prefer modern technology or mystic magic? Is it more of a personal preference or too stubborn to admit that both topics can coexist?

62. What sort of arguments make your character uneasy? Can they easily switch the conversation or struggle trying to express their discomfort on the subject matter?

63. Were there times your character met some rude mutants and/or yokai? What did they gain from this experience?

64. Would your character have a rival? And what sort of rivalry would they wish to have?

65. What sort of clothes does your character feel comfortable in? And if they could customize a few of their dream outfits, would they have some references to their favorite things and/or use it for special occasions?

66. Which villain would temporarily work with your character to escape and win a troublesome challenge? And would they thank the enemy or return back to the usual good vs evil?

67. Has your character kept a secret? And why did they keep it to themselves? 

68. Can the fear of despair trip up your character to do irrational decisions? What ways can they overpower that despair?

69. How does hope reach to your character? What’s their main motivation to continue fighting?

70. What responsibility feels like a heavy burden that would break your character to start crying? And how would they adjust to new changes?