#pretty sure he's the definition of perfection

[er1nne]

hellooo!

no pressure at all, but i was just wondering if there’s going to be a continuation for “the interview with drew goes viral” (after the part 2)

i really love your writing :)

hope you’re doing okay, have a nice weekend!

drew starkey x reader

summary: it’s been weeks since the interview blew over, and your mornings have finally settled back into something quiet. but one ordinary coffee run at your usual hour turns into something you didn’t see coming.

warnings : none just standard fluff, banner by @anitalenia

word count : about 2k, give or take a few words

author's note : i loveee getting request y'all pretty please send more. hope you all enjoy, lol was not expecting this to be a series but i don't mind

(do not copy or plagarize, original work)

it’s been weeks since the interview. weeks since your phone stopped vibrating with notifications, since your face stopped showing up uninvited in other people’s stories. the buzz has settled, the comments slowed, and your life, somehow, stitched itself back into a quieter rhythm.

the world moved on. it always does. even viral moments, no matter how loud, eventually quiet down. you started sleeping with your phone on do not disturb again, started opening apps without fear of your own face popping up. even the coffee shop barista had stopped asking, “was that really you with drew starkey?” every time you came in for your usual.

and you hadn’t thought about him in at least… a day.

okay, maybe a few hours.

fine. maybe that morning. but in your defense, his voice was everywhere—an ad here, a podcast there, some new trailer playing on loop in the background while you folded your laundry. the internet might’ve let go, but your algorithm definitely hadn’t. and besides, it’s not like you were holding onto anything. it was just a moment. a clip. a like.

nothing more.

you’d replayed it a few times in your head, sure. but only because it was weird, right? not because you were obsessing. not because you could still hear the way he’d said, “you’re good at this,” like it wasn’t just a compliment but a fact. like he knew you needed to hear it. like he meant it.

you told yourself it was all part of the job. the electricity, the nerves, the almost-flirtation that slipped between the cracks of professionalism. actors were trained to charm, and you were trained to stay grounded. or at least, you were trying to be.

still, there were moments—quiet ones, like when you brushed your teeth or rode the bus home from work—where his voice would creep back in. soft. sure. unshakable.

you knew better than to read into it. you did.

and yet.

the bell above the café door jingles as you step inside, the smell of roasted beans and sugar instantly warming your senses. you shuffle into line, tugging your hoodie up slightly and rubbing your hands together. it’s cold, and your brain is foggy from staying up too late scrolling through job emails and watching old episodes of reality tv you swore you’d quit. you’re here out of habit more than anything—this place is your go-to around 9am, that perfect pocket of time when there’s just enough people to feel like a soft buzz of life, but not so many that it’s overwhelming. not so few that it’s awkward if you drop your phone or your charger clatters to the floor. it’s the kind of space where you can blend in, plug in, get things done, maybe eavesdrop a little if you’re bored. you’re already rehearsing your order in your head and wondering if you should finally cave and try the seasonal flavor everyone’s been raving about.

your phone buzzes once in your pocket. some newsletter you forgot to unsubscribe from. you ignore it.

the person in front of you is taking their sweet time deciding between hot and iced, and you sway gently on your heels, eyes scanning the chalkboard menu as if it’s changed since yesterday.

you’re not thinking about him. not really.

okay, maybe a little. maybe there’s a flicker of him in the back of your mind, tucked between thoughts of oat milk and how long it’ll take your laptop to update. but not enough to matter. not enough to make your heart jump.

not until you catch a glimpse of him.

at first, it doesn’t register. there’s a table by the window, and someone’s sitting there—hood pulled low, head tilted down, a book open in one hand and a to-go cup in the other. you glance past him and then back again. your brain hiccups.

holy shit.

no. it couldn’t be.

except it is.

your feet stop moving. your breath forgets how to do its job.

drew starkey. in your coffee shop. the coffee shop you frequent every day like clockwork at 9 am. He's never been here at 9 am. like the universe just spun the wheel of chaos and landed on the most improbable option.

he doesn’t see you. not yet. and you don’t move. don’t breathe. don’t blink.

you consider leaving for a fraction of a millisecond. backing out the door, disappearing into the street like a ghost. but your feet are cement, your curiosity louder than your fear. you’re here now. and so is he.

and if this is just a coincidence—some glitch in the matrix—you’re not going to be the one who turns away first.

your heart drums against your ribs as you take one careful step forward, then another, trying to act normal—even though your version of normal currently includes borderline hyperventilating in line for caffeine.

you glance back toward the window. he’s still there. still tucked into the corner like a secret. hood still low, but his profile is unmistakable now that you’ve seen it—strong jaw, slight scruff, eyes flicking over the page like he’s reading but not really reading. his fingers tap against the side of his cup, and you can tell from the way he shifts in his seat that he’s not used to being still for long.

you wonder what he’s doing here.

this place is your 9 a.m. ritual spot—just enough of a crowd to not feel awkward, but not so many people that it turns into a social circus. it’s the kind of place where dropping your phone or spilling your coffee isn’t met with a spotlight. just a few regulars, some tired students, a playlist that never changes. it’s your hideaway in the chaos.

but him?

he doesn’t belong in a 9 a.m. scene. not because he’s out of place, but because you know he’s never here then. you would’ve noticed. you would’ve noticed.

you’ve heard from the staff—overheard, really—that he pops in sometimes. usually around 11, sometimes at 6. always late, always off-peak, when the shop is practically empty and nobody’s around to squeal or ask for photos. he slips in, grabs his drink, and slips out like a shadow. no fanfare. no trace.

but he’s here now.

and just as you’re wondering why, he lifts his head.

and sees you.

his eyes lock on yours almost instantly, like some part of him had already known you were there. the recognition flickers in his expression—first surprise, then something softer. and then he smiles. slow. cheeky. warm.

you swear your knees actually weaken a little.

he raises a hand, not waving exactly—more like a casual, almost shy acknowledgement, like you’re an old friend he’s bumping into on accident. except you’re not friends. not really. just an interviewer who went viral. a stranger with a mic.

you consider pretending not to see him. just ordering your drink and slipping into a corner, like you do every morning.

but then he stands.

and your brain short-circuits.

he pulls his hood a little lower, adjusting the bill of his cap as he walks over, glancing around like he’s making sure no one else has clocked him. when he finally stops in front of you, it’s like the whole room gets quieter.

“hey,” he says, voice low and almost bashful. there’s a smirk playing on his lips, but his hands are in his hoodie pockets like he’s trying not to fidget. “you always come this early?”

you blink. for a second, you’re sure you heard him wrong. your mind scrambles, trying to reconcile the fact that drew starkey—drew starkey—remembers you. remembers this. it had been one interview. one night. the clip hadn’t even gone viral. you weren’t even sure he’d looked at you long enough to lock in your name, let alone your routine.

the surprise must flicker across your face, because his smirk curves up a little more—sharper now, like he caught you off guard on purpose. your breath catches. he remembers me.

you try to play it off, smoothing your expression as your voice finally catches up. “uh—yeah. yeah, every morning. kind of my ritual.”

he nods, shifting on his feet. “i figured. i’ve been coming later. eleven-ish. or evenings. easier to go unnoticed.”

you raise a brow, teasing. “guess you didn’t expect to get caught slippin’ today, huh?”

his grin grows, sheepish but not embarrassed. “nah. i was feelin’ risky.” he leans in a little, voice dropping like he’s telling a secret. “figured i’d finally see what the hype was about with the early crowd.”

you laugh, more at the way he says it than the actual words. it bubbles up, unfiltered, and his eyes linger—like he’s trying to memorize the sound in real time. there’s something kind in the way he looks at you. focused. like the rest of the world blurs a little when you’re the one in front of him.

“well,” you say, arms folding loosely in front of your chest, “i’m flattered that my caffeine schedule is what convinced you.”

he shrugs, leaning back just slightly, but the smile stays. “it wasn’t just that.”

your heart stutters. something warm spreads across your chest like sunlight through fogged-up glass. the moment stretches, held by something invisible and quiet between you.

he tilts his head, then gestures with a chin nod toward the counter. “you got a second? i was just about to order another. figured we could… catch up?”

you nod before your brain even has time to catch up. “yeah. yeah, sure.”

“cool,” he says, already turning toward the register before looking back. “what’s your order? i’ll grab it.”

“you don’t have to—”

“i want to.” and there’s no hesitation. no performance in it. just the kind of soft insistence that makes your stomach dip.

you tell him your order—your usual—and he repeats it under his breath with a little grin, like he’s pocketing it somewhere in the back of his mind for later. when he steps up to order, you catch yourself smiling. like, really smiling. and the worst part is, you can’t even pretend to be annoyed about it.

he returns a few minutes later, balancing two cups and the smallest possible smirk.

“hope i got it right,” he says, handing you your drink. “this place has a million milk options. i panicked.”

you take a sip, trying not to look too delighted. “nailed it.”

he looks stupidly proud of himself. “guess i gotta come earlier more often.”

you raise a brow. “what, just in case i’m here?”

he holds your gaze, lips quirking. “i mean, clearly the early crowd has its perks.”

you roll your eyes, but it’s hopeless. you’re already cheesing. just a little.

the two of you settle into a table in the corner—your usual one, and he doesn’t even ask before gravitating toward it. the conversation is easy, smoother than you remembered, even with the chaos of the last few weeks between you. he tells you about a new role, you mention something vague about work, and then suddenly you’re laughing again—at something dumb he said, or maybe just the way he said it.

you glance over your cup, trying to hide your grin. “you really don’t mind being seen like this? just… out in public? with me?”

he shrugs, glancing around. no cameras. no whispers. just the quiet murmur of people too busy living to notice anything out of place.

“it’s not so bad,” he says. “kind of nice, actually.”

“yeah?”

“yeah,” he says, eyes on yours. “besides, if i get caught, i’ll just say i was here for the coffee. or…” he pauses, leaning back a little, like he’s testing the waters. “maybe i’ll say i was here for the girl who always comes at nine.”

and that’s it.

that’s the line that gets you.

because it’s dumb. and bold. and a little bit cheesy. but it’s him. and it’s real. and it’s the exact kind of moment you’ll end up thinking about later—when you’re brushing your teeth, or walking home, or lying awake at 2 a.m. wondering when the shift happened. when something that started as a clip turned into a conversation, and now maybe something a little more.

you look at him over the lid of your cup, warmth blooming in your cheeks.

ahh got it! let’s flip the tone to match that dynamic—she’s the regular, he’s the one switching it up for her. here’s a revised version that keeps it cute and slightly cheesy, but true to their roles:

“guess you might have to start showing up at nine more often.”

his smile tugs up slow, like he’s trying not to make it obvious how much he likes the idea.

“yeah… i’m starting to think nine might be my new favorite hour.”

he glances at you over his cup, eyes warm.

“funny how that works.”

[buckys-forgotten-plum]

A Lesson in Love

(This is very much a working title)

College!AU

Smarty Pants!Bucky Barnes x Cheerleader!Reader

Synopsis: Being a newly metamorphosed social butterfly certainly has its perks: an amazing friend group, a position on the cheer squad you’ve dreamed about for years, and the ability to make connections everywhere you go. Unfortunately, it doesn’t make you any better at Linear Algebra, enter Bucky Barnes.

Warnings: Cursing, awkward reader, flirty Steve Rogers, that’s it i think :)

A/N: Boy howdy has it been a long time since I’ve posted on this hell-site. I only hope that it’s not shit (it’s probably shit)

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“Let’s run through the routine one more time guys!” Your voice travels throughout the gym as you direct your teammates to their original starting position. 

“Umed, you’re doing great but I just wanna see a little more stability when you’re holding Yelena up! Yelena, I saw you falter a little at the end there, try and stay strong please!” Your co-captain, Raj, enthusiastically instructs from beside you. 

As the team resets into their original postions, you hear a bumble of agreements and acknowledgments, making you smile. Becoming the co-captain of your university’s cheer team while only being a sophomore was no small feat and you were absolutely ecstatic to get the call 4 weeks ago congratulating your achievement. 

You remember sitting with Yelena in the quad, under a large willow tree, when you picked up the phone, it took everything in you not to squeal with excitement. Though you and your best friend definitely had a mini celebration after you hung up and spared no shame when you both began to scream and shout your elation. 

“Oh, holy shit Rabbit you did it!” The blonde woman had tightly gathered you into her arms and spun you around, a wild grin adorning her face. 

You hug her back just as tightly, “I can’t believe it! I for sure thought Hasan was gonna get it! I mean, his form was impeccable, and did you see that round-off back handspring that he did? Jesus I almost swooned!” 

Yelena laughs heartily before agreeing, “It takes more than just pretty tricks to be a captain though Rabbit, you didn’t get a full ride for nothin’. C’mon, I’m buying us lunch to celebrate,”

After a couple of weeks of barely believing you were able to make the cut as co-captain, you honed your excitement into determination. You began to focus on perfecting the routine you and Raj had planned for the first football game of the year. At this point, it was only a week away and your confidence in the team soared. They all worked so incredibly hard, and by watching how well they were performing today, you had all the faith in the world in them. After the team had run through it a couple more times, Raj had decided to call it for today seeing as you and a few others had an evening lecture to get to. 

Once you had taken one of the fastest showers in your life and changed into a fresh set of clothes, the process of haphazardly shoving your things into your bag and calculating how fast you’d have to run to make it to your class on time began. The gym you practiced in was damn near close to being on the other side of campus from the building your 5 pm Computational Physics lecture was held in and you’d be in deep shit for showing up late. You were already having a rough time in that class and you knew missing even a few minutes of the lecture intro would put you even further behind. 

“You better hop to it little rabbit or you’ll be laaate~,” Yelena sings as she walks past you, already on her way out.

“I know, I know, I know!” You hastily shove the rest of your belongings into your bag before giving yourself a quick pat down to ensure nothing was missed

Slinging your bag over your shoulder, you give a quick goodbye to the rest of the women in the locker room before bolting out. The sun was still shining brightly and there was a late afternoon breeze that cooling as you ran across campus. If you asked any of your friends, they’d laugh and admit that this has become a normal Tuesday and Thursday night for you. None of them would bat an eye whenever they would see your blurred figure and hear a breathless greeting as you sprinted past them. They fully supported your wild determination to overachieve in school while also continuing your advancements in the sport that allowed you to attend such a prestigious institution. 

Your lungs burn as you run up to the large brick building that held the lecture hall, giving a kind hello to a couple of people you knew from your previous class that day. The inconsistent squeak of your sneakers on the linoleum floor can be heard echoing throughout the arched hallway as you try and manage a professional-looking speedwalk. A large sigh of relief is released when you see the double doors to the lecture hall are still open, meaning the class hasn’t started yet. Your pace and breath both slow as you enter the quiet space. As soon as you cross the threshold to the large room, there's a quiet call of your name that catches your attention. You grin and turn to your right to see a group of fellow students all giving you hushed greetings and a few congratulations on getting here in time. 

“You made it in time, Honey Bee! M’ proud of you,” Steve, the blond-haired, blue-eyed captain of the football team, greets you from his aisle seat and holds his hand out as he gives you a wide smile. 

“Hi Stevie,” You smile and take his hand, allowing him to tug you closer, “I sprinted all the way here, you’d think I’d be used to the cardio by now but it still kills me,” 

Steve lets out a light chuckle, “if you want I can start trainin’ with you in the mornings. Or tutor you in time management,” 

You jokingly roll your eyes at his comment and give his hand a light squeeze, “My time management skills are primo, Champ. That’s why I’m here on time, thank you very much,”  

He snorts loudly before nodding his head, “yeah okay Honey Bee, if you say so. Unfortunately, even though you’re ‘on time,’ the whole hall is filled except for a seat up front,”

“That’s okay! You know I like making new friends,” You go to pull your hand from his and find your seat but are stopped by another quick tug.

“Hey, you still wanna go to the cafe with all of us after class? I’ll get ya some lemon pound cake for your troubles,”

You pretend to think about the proposition before giving your answer, “I guess if there's gonna be lemon pound cake involved, I could make an appearance,” 

Steve gives you a dazzling smile, his bright blue eyes developing crows feet as he looks up at you from his seat, “Awesome, I’ll see you after class then, honey,” 

Before you pull away, Steve brings your hand up and turns it, giving the inside of your wrist a soft kiss, “Egh Steve, you’re so sappy sometimes,” You mumble and pull your hand away and silently will the heat rising in your neck and cheeks to go away. 

“Only for you Honey Bee!” You hear the smugness in his voice as you turn to walk down the stairs that separate each side of the large auditorium. 

Steve was right when he said there was only one seat left and you feel a small pang of nerves in your chest as you realize you’d be sitting next to someone you hadn’t had the chance to talk to yet. You pride yourself on your social skills, seeing as though in high school and all the years before, you had been a shy, nervous wreck in front of anyone you didn’t know. None of your recent friends knew how closed off you had been since they had only seen you in your ‘flourishing social butterfly’ phase. 

As you approach the last available seat in the lecture hall you take a deep breath, preparing yourself for the stress of class as well as the prospect of any awkward conversations. When you arrive at your destination, a small furrow knits your brows together as you stare down at the chair. 

“Um, excuse me, is it alright if I sit here? There aren’t any other seats left,” Your voice is hushed as you try and get the attention of the person who has their bag sitting in the theater seat. 

He doesn’t seem to hear you, too caught up with the conversation he was having with his friend in the next seat over. The only reaction you get is a disinterested glance from the woman your target was talking to. Your nose scrunches up in displeasure as you first glare at the person who had clearly ignored you, then at the brunette who’s completely unaware of your presence.

You clear your throat a bit and try again, “Excuse me? Sir?” 

The brunette jumps a bit in his seat and you’re quickly met with startlingly blue eyes that are filled with confusion, “Uh, yeah?”

Your lips pull into a soft smile and you glance back down at the chair before focusing back up on the man, “Is it okay if I sit here? There don’t seem to be any free seats left in the hall,” 

The man’s eyes widen and he does a quick glance between you and his bag before yanking it out of the seat and plopping it in between his legs, “I am so sorry, of course you can! I-I didn’t realize anyone else would be coming,”

A light laugh of surprise bursts from your lips at his apologetic reaction, “It’s okay, it’s my fault for getting here so late anyways,” you give him a kind smile before sitting down and taking your laptop out and setting it on the small fold out table.

You lean back down to search your bag for your charger and a few other things. As you're searching through your bag, you hear a quiet chuckle beside you and you can’t help but turn your head back up to look at your neighbor. He notices your confused look and motions towards your laptop that was covered in various stickers. 

“I really like that one,” there’s a wide smile on his face as he points to a sticker depicting a frog inside of a heart that said ‘commit crimes’ in cute bubble letters. 

A grin makes it’s way onto your face and you nod your head in agreement, “it’s one of my favorites too! I really like this one as well,” you point to another sticker that shows a little mushroom person riding atop a black cat. 

Before the brunette can respond, your professor finally begins to start class, startling the both of you into silence as you ready yourself for any note-taking that needs to be done. As the professor started going over this week's subject matter, which happened to be matric eigenvalue problems, your palms already began to sweat in nervousness. You took your hands from atop the keyboard of your laptop and placed them down onto your thighs, lightly balling them in and out of fists to ease your stress. You had been introduced to matrices in your last semester, but to add a new formula to the mix made you nervous enough to forget any prior knowledge you had stored away. 

Throughout the lecture you had to continuously remind yourself that lots of people are probably having issues with the current topic. However, that voice of reassurance had gotten quieter and quieter as you noticed everyone around you quickly typing or scribbling down notes without hesitation. No one had asked a question and with a quick glance at your laptops clock, you find there to be only 10 minutes left of class. You nervously shift around in your seat and focus on typing down the finishing notes when you feel a pair of eyes set on you. 

You nervously glance up and to the side to catch a fleeting glimpse of your neighbor quickly averting his eyes. The heat that flares up in your neck and cheeks is almost unbearable as you realize he knows that you’re struggling, can physically feel how lost and confused you are with the subject. You immediately become tense and your hands once again leave their place on your keyboard before falling back down into your lap, wiping the sweat from your palms onto your thighs before tightly clenching them into fists. The stress of the class mixed with the embarrassment of how obvious your lack of understanding has made your brain shut down, and only after noticing everyone around you packing up their things did you realize you had completely checked out for the last few minutes of class. 

“Aw shoot,” you mumble quietly while softly closing your laptop. The faint beginnings of a conversation come from beside you, but you’re too busy trying not to break down to make sense of any of it. Little crescent moons were being left in the palms of your hands from how hard your nails were digging into them, your mouth was beginning to taste like iron from how hard you were biting the inside of your cheek, and the sting of tears were present in your waterline. 

As you leaned down to shove your laptop and notebook into your bag, you made sure to take a deep breath because you would be damned if you ended up crying like a baby in front of fellow classmates. Especially ones you just met. It didn’t help too much, but after blinking rapidly for a moment you were certain no tears would fall until you were successfully inside your dorm room. Steve would understand and would make up an excuse for your absence at the cafe.

“Hey,” A voice speaks from above and you jump in surprise before sitting back up straight to find your seat neighbour with a soft smile on his face.

“Hello,” you mumble quietly before glancing down at your lap then back up to him, “I’m so sorry-I’m probably in your way aren’t I?” 

His eyes widen and he quickly puts his hand up to halt you in your movements of gathering your things, “No actually I um-I wanted to actually ask you if maybe we could compare notes for this lecture? I feel like I might have missed some stuff and it seemed like you got everything down. I’ve been kinda struggling with this unit so it’d help a lot,” 

You stared at him for a moment, blinking blankly at him almost in disbelief… Was he really asking you of all people for notes?

You fumble with your words for a moment before answering, “Well I’m not-um I actually might not be the best person to ask for notes,” the sheepish admittance does well to bring a new wave of heat crawling up to the tips of your ears and you try not to cringe in embarrassment, “I’m only averaging a 74% in this class right now,” 

The man tilts his head and gives another soft smile in your direction, “Well I’m averaging a 68 so ya still got me beat,” 

The quiet chuckle he lets out makes your lips tug up into your own smile and let out a quick laugh yourself. You quickly turn your head to the back of the lecture hall and see Steve and a few of your friends gathered around the entrance, discussing something unknown while patiently waiting for you.

“Alright that’s a fair point,” you giggle and take your phone out, “If you wanna, I can give you my phone number and email so we can exchange everything we have? I can’t really promise anything groundbreaking but maybe it’ll help?” 

He grins widely and pulls his own phone out of its hiding place, unlocking it and tapping to his contact list, “Yeah that’d be really nice…I’m James by the way,” 

You mentally scold yourself for not asking the man’s name earlier before revealing your own to him. 

“Nice to meet you,” James' voice is gentle and endearing as he holds his phone out to you in a silent request for your contact info. 

You quickly input your number and send yourself an emoji to ensure it was correct, “I um-I have plans to go to a coffee shop with my friends right now, but I promise I’ll send you all the notes I have as soon as I get the chance if you just wanna text me your email address? Maybe we could share a google document and work off of each other? Really whatever works best for you is fine with me!” 

You bite the inside of your lip to stop yourself from word-vomiting anymore and wonder how, after so many years, you are this awkward with someone. It’s been ages since you’ve been this socially inept with a stranger and you wrack your brain for a reason. 

James bends down and grabs his backpack before standing up to his full and very intimidating height. You haphazardly gather your own items and fumble out into the aisle to let James out. 

“No rush! I’m just appreciative of any help I can get really,” he admits, raising his right hand and running it through the dark brunette tresses of his hair. 

“No yeah I totally get that! And I’m actually gonna ask my friend for some help tonight so I’ll even have some extra tips ready!” Slinging your bag over your shoulder, you do another glance back to see Steve giving you the look and you figure you shouldn’t keep them waiting any longer, “okay, sorry I have to go now, but it was really nice to meet you James! And thanks for liking my stickers,” 

Why you brought up the stickers, you’ll never know, but you can fight with yourself about that later. 

James lets out a boisterous laugh before answering, “It was my pleasure, Sugar. I’ll be sure to message you later,” 

You were thankful that James had turned around to talk to his friend as it made it easier for you to hide the shock on your face from the sweet pet name he threw out. Putting your hands up to quell the heat that had risen to your cheeks, you make your way to Steve. 

“You make a new friend?” He asks with a knowing smile. 

“Yeah! He said he needed help with this class so I told him we would exchange notes when I got home. Oh also can you go through the entire lecture with me?” 

Steve stared down at your shorter frame, letting out an amused snort and shaking his head in disbelief, “You’re going to exchange notes with a dude when you don’t even know what went on in the lecture today?” 

“umm…yes, yes I’m going to be doing exactly that unless you be a sweet little lamb and go over the notes with me so i can fix any mistakes!” You respond sweetly and grab onto Steve's hand to pull him closer to the doors, “pretty, pretty, pretty please?” 

He rolled his eyes and pulled his hand from your grasp before wrapping his arm around your shoulder, effectively pulling you into his side, “yeah yeah, ya know I might have to start charging you Honey Bee,” He leads you out of the building and you both begin making your way to the coffee shop on campus. 

[yaekiss]

nostalgic music night! now to bless you with the following:

call me maybe by carly radio jepsen　as　kaveh, pretty blushing face like a fair maiden as he watches you do the work on his car, the hood of the vintage vermilion beauty popped up and your shirt off (how scandalous!) he's not subtle at all in that white shirt of his that shows off his waist as he walks over after ogling you sweat in the summer heat. he isn't normally so forward, you know, he swears, but here's his number　<3　he'll be waiting at his phone, giddy as a teenage girl and biting his lip the moment you leave his driveway.

west coast by lana del rey　as　aventurine, who swears he isn't that attached or that interested as he suavely seats himself next to you at a beachside bar. he smells like a wonderful blend of everyone else pressed side to side to front to back, the tobacco, the vanilla, the amber, the bergamot, the musk, sandalwood— everything blending wonderfully in a way only he seems to pull off. the hearts in his eyes are hidden by the sunglasses indoors (classy) and the dim lighting hides his blush. he's running so hot that he's sure you can feel it as you both drink together, enamored strangers on a balcony and the salty breeze giving an undeniable addictiveness to his presence when you lean in once more. then you see him the next friday. the weekend. and again the next week. seems like someone's in love.

shut up and dance by walk the moon　as　a drunk mammon, pulling you to the dance floor no matter your protests. he thrives off of being near you, hands always on you as he makes sure you're only looking at him. shut up! you've got THE great mammon dancing with you, what more could you want, human?! he's clumsy and has two left feet with all that demonus in his system, too honest with his whines when you start to complain about the cramped floor— who cares!— but you're sure your mind, no, your very soul won't forget the absolute joy you feel that night.

cake by the ocean by dnce　as　sydney, fallen of course, clad in a bikini that's flattering in every way that matters. he knows you can't keep your eyes off of him, and soon enough, not even your hands. he acts coy, but the moment you're both secluded, he's letting you feast on that sweet cake he has　<3　and who cares if he's caught? the mere thrill of the thought has him trembling from another orgasm you and it rips from him. he's only yours to ravage, after all. anyone else can watch and know that it's only the truth.

I AM SHAKING YOU BY YOUR SHOULDERS PULPIE this is just so good... pulling up a chair and tying a bib around my neck thank you for the feast [drools]

kaveh...!!! sigh. can you imagine him wearing that white shirt along with the tiniest pair of denim shorts he can find in his wardrobe. and to beat the summer heat, he has his lips innocently pursed around a cold popsicle while occasionally licking the sticky juice running down his fingers as it melts. when you finally close the hood of his car, he walks over to you to discuss the subject of payment. maybe he'll add in the bonus of a nice carwash or two ♡

aven convincing you to try out his drink, only for him to take a sip from his glass and press his lips to yours. although he was the one initiating, it doesn't seem like you're rejecting his advances from the way your deepening the kiss. the taste of you muddled with the sweet alcohol is simply too addictive, won't you let him try out your drink next?

AHHHH drunk mammon is too cute I just have to eat him up!! he may be one of the clumsiest demons on the dance floor but the way your eyes crinkle up into a smile when you look at him is definitely worth it. when the rowdy party crowd shoves him up against your chest, noses almost touching, how could you not kiss him? his heart almost beats out of his chest at this btw and he gets so dizzyflustered that he has to go sit down (perfect time to give him a lap dance ;3)

FALLEN SYDNEY. ough him in the microkini is something that has never left my mind even aft months of not playing dol. on the beach he may seem nothing but chaste and coy, but the sly thing takes every chance he can get to rile you up, until your tugging him into a changing cabin on the more quiet part of the beach. if you tell him to shut up, he just moans all the more louder, golden eyes rolling into the back of his head as you eat him out ♡

[palettepainter]

Cheese test

We're back again baabbyy!

More stuff with @muletia merformer au, this time, with Megatron! Tfp Megatron's design is so fucking cool and honestly, he might just be one of my favs from the series purely from a design perspective, of COURSE I had to write something with the big grump

Warnings: Swearing but that's cuz Megatron is a jerk, very brief chase scene? Reader briefly thinks Megatron is actually going to kill them for being too silly (don't worry they live)

Again this merformers au belongs to muletia, I went with their hc of Megatron being an axolotl mermaid

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You’re learning more and more just how hard it is to diferintiate between genuine curiosity…and outright stupidity 

You’re pretty sure this leaned more into the realm of undoubtful stupidity, and yet, your curiosity urged you to pursue with your plan 

From your place sat on the log you hum lowly and slowly, turning squinted eyes over to the massive body breaching the water and lounging tranquilly in the shallows not too far from you. His eyes are closed, face set in a resting scowl, immense form shifting with the gradual rise and fall of his deep breaths that, to anyone none the wiser, would give the impression he was snoozing 

You on the other hand, know better than to ever assume the beast of the lake is never aware of your presence in his territory 

As you stand, the dirt crunches beneath the soles of your shoes, the mers external gills don’t even lift to the sound, though you know he definitely heard you.

He is completely, utterly unthreatened by your presence, you would be to if your roles were reversed… 

A wicked smile curled onto your face

Speed walking to the water, glancing to the mer every few seconds, you carefully wade out from the shallows until the water breached over the top of your knees. It’s naturally cold, but not so cold to at all deter you from your current objective - your sense of logic and intrigue can’t agree on if that’s for better or worse 

It’s impossible to be discreet with how every movement, no matter how subtle, pulls sloshes from the water as it rippled around your legs. For a terrified second, when you hear the sound of something massive shifting behind you, you froze like a petrified goat, worried you had been too loud. 

Your mer acquaintance was not fond of being disrupted

Mouth pressed into a nervous line, you shyly peer over your shoulder to glance in his direction- and a cool rush of relief floods over your form when the source of the sound was only due to him turning his head away

Based on how steady his breathing sounded, you wager he’s not going to move anytime soon

Perfect 

Suppressing the urge to giggle evilly to yourself you fluidly dunk your hand under the water, grasping at a clutch of reeds which you easily uproot from their secured spot in the moist earth below

They wilt over your knuckles, water rushing off them in ribbons which soon turned to sad, pitiful drips that return to the lake below

You had grabbed at more than you wanted, but you’re filled with such a potent mix of giddy excitement and crippling anxiety that you don’t have any attention spare to fuss over the finer details 

Time to get that bastard back 

Your little scheme for revenge was all the stupid mers fault anyway, how were you supposed to know he was going to react in such a way?!

You’d left town for a week to meet up with family up in the city, just a general catch up to exchange how dull or exhilarating life had been since the last time you’d gathered. Of course, once you’d returned home, you’d traced the familiar woodland path down to the secluded lake to check in with the grouch of a mer that resided there

It was the first instance you could vouch were he had clingy, if you didn’t know any better, you’d think that mister cranky had missed little old you~

Of course, you had teased, just a tiny bit, the responding growl told you Megs did not welcome such behaviour, so instead, you’d spared him of such torment (though you had stashed away the event for future teasing purposes~) and instead told to him the details of your little getaway

Naturally, as with most of your visits, you did all the talking while your mer was mostly quiet, save for the periodic huff, snarl or eyeroll, which was generally as far as his emoting ever went 

You didn’t mind his silence, you’d grown quite accustomed to it, in an odd way, there was something comforting about it, soothing even 

It was when you decided it was time to leave that your grudge against the mer had started.. 

He refused to let you move. At all. 

Anchoring you in place with his giant forearm that effortlessly weighed down your legs, in spite of your fruitless efforts to shove him away. His warning growls fell on stubborn, deaf ears as you contemplated the risk of just screaming for help to see if he’d flee to the safety of the water: what you did instead was arguably more dumb

You bit him

Well, attempted was more accurate 

You don’t even know why you did, it was so random

You’d barely managed to leave a faint dent in the surface of his tough skin, all you’d gained was a weird taste in your mouth - a mix between fishy and earthy tasting - and a fucking bite to your own shoulder!

Which was NOT easy to patch up you would add!

What was worse?? That stupid, smug jerk actually had the audacity to look pleased with himself at how shaken silly you were, all blood rushing from your face leaving you a pale, ghostly, trembling mess

You really thought, for a split second, that he was going to tear your whole arm off (it would have been too easy for him to do so), but instead he wanted to return the favor. Except while your bite hardly left a scratch, his left you with an impressive - for lack of better terms - hickey

Somehow, you had managed to successfully conceal it from view under turtlenecks, jumpers and various hoodies. Though you did get a bunch of weird looks from people on that one particular hot day not too long ago

You scowl thinking back on it

‘Big meanie..’

Reeds in hand, you travel back to the shore and begin to approach the massive mer, your chest puffed out as if you had earned the right to approach him

As the space between you and him grew smaller he continued to not show any acknowledgement, even if you knew he was acutely aware of just how near you were. You stop some ways from him, just out of arms distance for yourself, but you are well within his grabbing range, still, you are not deterred

Concealing the reeds behind your back, you hop up on your heels, speaking in your best, casual voice “Hey Megs!”

No reaction, as you expected 

“Meeegs~” your voice drawled, in a way that was purposely aggravating, and to your own credit, it succeeded in exactly the way you wanted it to: the long, frilly gills that fell down the back and around the sides of Megatron’s head ghosted with movement, unable to block the annoying, sing-songy quality of your tone 

Still, he does not move 

Feeling bold, you take a few steps forward. You briefly debated prodding him with a finger, but decided that might be a bit much

“Hey big guy, I wanna show you something” 

In response, the giant mer actually rumbled, a deep sound that grumbles from the back of his throat like an alligator bellow. Seeing that you now, at the very least, hold a fraction of his attention you lean in to hammer the final nail into the coffin

“Don’t worry, it’s a gift. You’ll like it! I promise”

….Unhurriedly, his head turned in his folded arms

An ancient, crimson eye peeled open to squint at you, another soft bellow rumbling from his throat 

As he considered your words, you continued to smile, praying that your act was convincing and that he somehow hadn’t seen through your innocent facade The weight of his stare is crushing, the cold, calculated eyes of a predator, examining you as if you are a miniscule specimen under a microscope 

Or a pathetic mouse curled before him 

Positive that you’ll never be unaffected by his stare, you can’t help but shift on your feet, the awkwardness at his prolonged silence beginning to stir a broth of fresh new nerves. You avert your gaze, the muscles of your face beginning to grow sore from how you were having to force your smile from shrinking back  

In that moment, he snorted through his nose, a puff of air that hits the nearby grass and had the long blades leaning back. While his face was often carved into a seemingly everlasting grimace, even you can recognise smug enjoyment when you see it 

‘Arrogant fucker’

“Can you at least try and look like you’re interested?..” you deadpan at him, not trying to conceal the unimpressed edge to your tone at how difficult he was being

The single eye that studied you narrowed, pupil dilating to an irked slit, obviously not keen on you speaking to him in such a way

If to merely aggravate you further or because he was simply in one of his moods, but the only movement he made was a faint, just barely registered, annoyed flick of his tail in the water 

Frowning, you mirror his expression, not naive enough to believe you stand a chance of intimidating him into doing as you asked, or ever will - if Megatron could laugh you know he’d cackle unapologetically at the notion - but you weren’t going to buckle so easily, not this time

He doesn’t back down, his rumbling morphing to a shallow growl at your boldness to meet his glare evenly, daring you to keep pushing his buttons, which he would never admit you were extremely good at 

He would also never admit, even to himself, that his tolerance of you was in no way related to your heedless bursts of boldness so long as he drew breath

That you’re maddening skill to delicately tow the line between the embodiment of allurement and being a downright, brainless, half-wit moron was as delicious and enticing as it was vexing

He didn’t even know when it was his displeasure towards your very presence had begun to fade

When had it started??...Was it possibly that first occasion in which you had settled at his lake all those months ago after so many times of traversing the nearby footpaths? So unaware of just how close to danger you had placed yourself?? Just feet away from the waters edge

Was it the sheer informality in which you had gasped upon catching his eyes peeking above the water near you, and the following eccentric coeing that fell from your mouth? The way you had held out your arm above the water in some attempt to try and encourage him closer?? Were you sane??

He had been set on eating you. He SHOULD have eaten you. Why didn’t he eat you? Why did he allow you - a puny little human of all things! - to exist in his presence?..

His eye widened the next second when you leaned away, giving him a closed eye shrug, scowl wiped from your face “Well, if you don’t want to see it I guess I’ll just go home”

Megatron couldn’t help what happened next

As you pretended to take a step back and turn, with the guise of walking over to your shoulder bag sitting back by the log, you instantly smile in silent victory upon hearing Megatron’s great body moving

The pebbles of the ground shift and crunch at the movement of his mighty frame rising, the sound of the water being disrupted by the motion of a body made of pure muscle, and before you know it, one large, giant arm is slamming into the earth just inches from your side 

You pause, glancing to it, and at the way in which his claws sink and drag into the sand, easily carving miniature trenches into the dirt 

You fight yourself from smiling too widely in sucess 

When you return your gaze to him, craning your neck upward at a painful angel so that you could meet his eyes, his ruby pupils are nothing but annoyed, symmetrical lines across his face

He frowned deeply at you, and as if to drive home the fact he is anything but entertained at whatever game you are attempting to play, he huffed indignantly down at you, his breath shooting out and ruffling the hair on your head

“Glad to see I have your attention~” you don’t even have the civility to sound remotely regretful for enraging him, and quite suddenly, Megatron seemed to process bluff, the fins along the sides of his head rising at your audacity 

He snarled, lips drawing back over knife like teeth and settling in a sneer. You don’t so much as hear his growl as much as you feel it reverberating through the ground, rattling your bones as if they were frail toothpicks

Involuntarily, your pupils shrink, one single, solid reminder of the great power imbalance at play in your friendship with the mer 

With your attitude corrected, you quickly fumble an apology, especially since you don’t care for the calculating look in Megatron’s eyes, as if he was debating the reward factor of tossing you into the lake like a skimming stone 

“Hey, come on, I was just playing. I wasn’t actually going to leave!” boldly, Megatron’s brow cocked an inch up his forehead, his growling decreasing only just, but not enough for your comfort “Really I wasn’t!” you press, gesturing with your hand that wasn’t holding the reeds

“I just really wanted to show you my gift, it’s super important”

At the mention of your ‘gift’, Megatron’s head pulled back, his expression making way for puzzlement and, perhaps, just the tiniest bit of curiosity. At the very least, his growling ceased, that was a win

You take a small step back, judging the distance between yourself and his face as you mentally and physically hype yourself up for your final move

Megatron only tilted his head by a fraction to the left watching you, his eyes half lidded, resuming his typical look of boredom, as if in that moment he was only humouring you by offering his attention 

Timidly, the voice in the back of your mind peeped up to remind you that it wasn’t too late for you to retreat, but the muffled pain originating from your shoulder isn’t so numbed that you had forgotten how Megtron had bitten you

How the extent of your injury could have been worse if he had been careless, how his bite caused far more damage than yours did to him, that he had completely over reacted and that it was his fault anyway! If he hadn’t been such a melodramatic baby and let you leave you wouldn’t be in this position in the first place!

Nah, you say to your reasoning, this stupid fish deserved what you had prepared 

Bouncing on your heel again, you beam up at his indifferent face undeterred “Okay! You ready for your gift?~”

Megatron responded with a blink, the digit of his hand tapping against the dirt

A crack in your innocent act formed when you fail to restrain a snicker from passing your lips, a sound which ruffles the fins of Megatron’s head and has his frown twitching, wondering what on earth it is you have to laugh over

But before he can ponder the topic for a moment more, his eyes widen when you unexpectedly draw your arm back, and before he can blink, you catapult it forward-

SPLAT

Something wet smacked onto his face, hitting him squarely between his eyes

With a shriek that rattled within the walls of your skull, Megatron reared backwards, startling you as much as it scares you as his tail crashed wildly in the water, sending colossal waves crashing towards the boundary of where the water met the land

Madly, you leapt backwards to narrowly dodge the water that crashed higher up the earth from Megatron’s thrashing, the ginormous mer hissing loudly 

The tantrum lasts both a few seconds and an eternity before he settles, aware of how he wasn’t being attacked and that he registered no immediate pain across his body, despite how his vision was obscured

His posture was tense, shoulders tucked upward near his neck, greedily inhaling air through flared nostrils and the grand, feathery like fins that circulated his head sprung outward, making him look like a petrified, poor excuse for a sunflower 

….You bite your lip to muffle your snicker at witnessing Megatron, the giant, scary mer, freaking out over a handful of harmless reeds!

You can envision the loading symbol above his head as he analysed what it is that you just did, and in that very moment, as the reeds slowly slide down from his eyes and hook over the small bump that made his nose - leaving him blinking hard as his vision was resorted, fins still snapped open - do you lose it 

“PFT-BWAHAHA!!-”

Desperately clutching your own stomach, you try to focus on remembering to breathe between your hysterics while also trying to not fall over onto your rump. You end up in a position with your hands perched on your knees, hunched over with your face burning from the intensity of how hard you’re wheezing 

“O-Oh my god! That was! Y-YOU LOOKED SO STUPID!!” you cackled, tears threatening to pour from your eyes “You just- t-the way you LEAPED! BACK!-” 

Oh how you WISHED you had been filming that!

“I didn’t even think you would react to it. B-But-” you throw your head up to Megatron, who still sat rooted in the lake, though now, his head has turned in the direction of your voice “-but the way you- you SHRIEKED! AT REEDS!!” 

You didn’t think it was possible for somebody to laugh this hard 

Perhaps it was your own laughter that made you miss the crucial detail of how Megatron’s body had grown eerily tense..

He doesn’t make a sound, not that you would have noticed, too busy trying to catch your breath with little success

“O-Oh ho! OH! Oh my god that was beautiful! T-That was the most HILARIOUS thing!!” Gradually, your chuckling turned into winded snickers, almost making yourself light headed from the way your body comes down from the height of your giggle fit

Oh ho NOTHING you did from this point onward in your life was ever going to top that!

With one hand fanning your face and the other wiping away a single tear from the corner of your eye, you blow out a breath, exhausted from the sheer power of how hard you had been laughing 

“Whew! Wow, that was so good. Pure gold!” Still regaining control of your respiratory system you inhale a few calming breaths as you turn towards the lake- and are met with a wall of flesh 

In an instant, you don’t find the situation nearly as humorous, especially when your brain analyzes the deep, steady growling that shook the surface of the water with its intensity

…You turn your head up, and up, and up

Swallowed in the mers shadow, it was revealed that Megatron was the source of the powerful bellow, teeth bared in a ferocious display that has your stomach plummeting to the pits of hell, hissing lividly down at you, tail lashing behind him like a colossal, pissed off feline

The reeds where still hanging over his nose, but it’s very obvious that his eyes are honed solely on you

His hands and his claw tipped fingers are lodged into the earth, fisting the dirt in a crushing grip, so strong it looked painful 

Your voice of reasoning blared in your head, calculating your error

For this occasion, you conclude that perhaps you had mistaken stupidity for curiosity 

….You gulp, sweating

“Ah…ha. Um- no hard feelings?”

The volume of his growling skyrocketed

Yep. This was definitely, by far, the most STUPID thing you’d done

You bolt 

Behind you, Megatron advanced like an angry guard dog on steroids, pursuing you with a mighty roar that you swear shook the very sky itself. You dare not look back, sprinting past your backpack with all the grace of a caffeinated ostrich

“I’msorryI’msorryI’msorryI’msorryI’MSORRY-” you pleaded, Megatron crashing behind you

If you knew your PE lessons back in school were going to lead to you trying to outrun one seriously ticked off mermaid you sure would have put more effort in

You don’t make it far, not before a vice grip clamped around your calf and yanked you back. Hard.

You collapsed with a scream, unable to tell if it’s more from fear or from the pain that now seized your muscle

You fall too quickly, and you don’t have a chance to process your balance being thrown off before gravity is already working it’s wonders and pulling you downward, where your front collided into the solid ground

You grunt, falling still for about two seconds before you feel how you’re being, at a painfully slow pace, dragged backwards 

‘FUCK-’

Without thinking you begin to madly claw at the ground in an attempt to latch onto anything! A sticking out root, a rock, a particularly large tuft of grass, you don’t care! Every single cell in your body scrambling for some perch of stability in the rapidly unstable situation that was the work of your own imbecilic creation

Alas, your efforts as as affect as sticking a molten knife through butter, you continue to be dragged backwards

You can hear your own pulse thundering loudly in your ears as it feels like your heart is trying to claw itself out of your chest and flee to the safety beyond the treeline 

When the sunlight vanishes, as you are bathed in the cool shade of Megatron’s shadow, you’re ninety percent sure you might just vomit from the stress

Your scrambling becomes further chaotic 

“Okayokay- I’m really sorry it won’t ever happen again I’ll never pull a joke IT WAS JUST A JOKEI’MSORRY!!-”

As you come to a sudden stop, you’re only granted a swift, singular second of peace before that same hand still grasping at your leg forced you to roll over

You gawk, wide eyed and meekly up to Megatron who towered over your measly frame, an inferno reflecting in his eyes that has you feeling like a horror stricken baby rabbit staring down the throat of a salivating wolf

Though honestly, you’d much rather prepare the rapid wolf right now..

“U-Uhm…S-Sooo-” your voice trembled with every word, but you somehow manage to pull a wobbly, professional smile, even in the face of imminent disaster “I uh…t-take it you didn’t find that joke…funny?”

His snarl was so powerful that little drops of spit land on your face, forcing you to blink 

His silver, webbed hand landed over your body faster than lightning, instantly knocking the wind out of you and further trapping you. It was weird, seeing your entire body disappear beneath such an unnaturally large appendage

His claws pierced into the soil as if it was nothing but flimsy paper, and you can’t help but morbidly imagine how effortlessly it would be for him to do the same, but with your own skin

He was leaning those glisening, jagged teeth closer..

Your eyes enlarged, your heartbeat increased, and you began desperately flailing beneath his hand as you felt the huffs of his breath brush against your skin. Fear creeped within you, a cold, icy chill penetrating your very being as all you could do was try to urgently lean your head away from him 

“WaitwaitWAITWAITSTOPMEGATRON-”

SPLAT

Something wet landed on your face 

It was cold, making you jump, and slimy, not the most pleasant feeling

At first, you shivered thinking that Megatron had licked you, but after a beat, and after no violent snarl or merciless clamp of teeth followed, do you dare to peek an eye open cautiously 

Megatron loomed frozen above you, eyes unblinking. His snarling had stopped entirely, and now his mouth only hung partially open

Fearing the moment you moved your eyes off him he would change his mind and do whatever it was he was planning to do to get his revenge, you wait another several seconds before you finally deem it safe enough to go cross eyed, investigating who or what the culprit was behind your damp face

It was the reeds

You stare at them as best you can, Megatron stared too, seemingly lost on how to proceed

….You awkwardly peered away, battling the urge to cough “Um..”

Slit pupils snap to you at an alarmingly quick speed that instantly draws a flinch from your body, trying to squish yourself up and be as small as you can beneath his stare that you can’t decipher

Maybe, just maybe, if you make yourself look as pitiable as possible, you might just escape unscathed

He doesn’t move to release you, but promisingly, he also doesn’t growl when he seems to remember he has you trapped beneath his hand like a bug he’b been about to squish 

He stared, and you squirmed, the atmosphere weighed with a sense of uncertainty for what would proceed

….The tension snapped like a string of thread when he snorted lightly, and when you finally summon the courage to once again peek to his face, you are baffled at the sight of one corner of his mouth curling upward in a smirk

You don’t have much time to remain being astonished however when, finally, Megtron eases himself back, not by much, but enough that you finally feel some semblance of ease and your body compels you to replenish your lungs

Heaving, you let your head fall back into the dirt

“Heh..So..you do find it funny, when it happens to someone else at least” you mumble, not a hundred percent sure if talking is the best course of action, but damn if you don’t need to do something to distract yourself as your heart rate gradually began to return to a normal pace 

Tilting his head down at you in amusement, Megatron lets out a soft bellow, tail idly swishing in the water before he lets it settle and rest. Without freeing you, he raises one finger, directing it to your face

Your panic spiked, and your gut instinct has you ready to propel yourself as far away as you can, leaning your head back while you try to simultaneously lodge your feet in the dirt, while his finger gets far too close for your current liking 

“H-Hey hey- Megatron buddy, w-we’re friends! Please no scratching!..”

As the very tip of his clawed finger brushed the surface of your skin you clamp your eyes shut with a whimper, holding your breath and bracing for the sting of pain 

Instead, that pain never comes

Barely, you catch Megatron huffing again, no doubt highly pleased at the look of pure, unbridled terror on your face, before he easily hooked his finger on the reeds and flicked them away and off your face

When you crack open your eyes, you find Megatron peering down at you with his head braced on the knuckle of his other hand

All bark and bite have left you, it seemed he had gravitated to a more lighter mood, and you are NOT about to ruin that by saying something snarky

You already feel like you’ve lost five years of life from the stress you’d felt in the past three minutes, you don’t fancy losing anymore

You very much like being alive…and not pinned beneath the giant hand of a mermaid 

“Hah…O-Okay, so, you don’t like jokes. Noted” 

Megatron doesn’t grace your statement with a response, his finger tapping and pressing on the material of your shirt that is now semi soaked from the water that runs down his arm onto you

You ignore the feeling, or at least, you give it a valiant effort to 

“Sooo, how about a deal: I won’t pull anymore jokes on you and uh, we let bygones be bygones?”

Again, he gave no acknowledgement, his eyes turned to the fabric of your shirt sleeve that covers your shoulder. He tugs at the collar lightly with his claw just slightly, before releasing it the moment you fear it would begin to tear, possibly intruiged by the foreign material that felt so strange compared to his scales 

Either way, you take his silence and calm attitude as a yes

“Great!” you say, clapping your hands together “Well, now that that little problem is solved, how about you uh..” you timidly tap the base of his wrist twice “Let me up big guy”

There, is when Megatron’s eyes slide back to your face

One corner of his mouth is still partially curled upward, and when you see his brows draw back, and he made a small sound at your request, do you think he was actually going to let this incident roll off his back like water 

…Then his mouth twisted into a full on smirk 

Your hopefulness died 

You grunt when more pressure was applied to the hand that kept you flush against the floor, not crushing you, but the added strength to his hold certainly has you snapping a puzzled stare between his hand and his face

The fins on his head wiggle in a wave, his entire demeanour oozing pleasured delightment at your face 

Without breaking eye contact with you, the finger that had been mindlessly prodding and poking your t-shirt snagged your collar band and pulled it aside, exposing the skin of your shoulder to his view

Your confusion growing, you soon try to attempt, and fail, to shift your shoulder to manoeuvre your shirt back into place, but that only seems to feed the mermaids ego and has his already large smirk expanding

You don’t want to say it, you really don’t want to say it, but you come to accept that you’re simply out of options..

You sigh 

“Can you PLEASE let me up-!!”

The remainder of your sentence is dashed, processing just how suddenly closer Megatron was, and the way his mouth began to part, a mischievous glint in his eye as the distance shrinks further..

‘Oh you motherFUCKER-’

You resume your thrashing, now with more intensity 

“NO! NO NO! NO. Megatron NO! D-DONT YOU-I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU!!- DON’T YOU DAREBITEMY-”

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Grumbling as you pour the water from your bottle onto a small towel you’d stuffed into your backpack, your irritation morphs to a strained hiss as you gently press the cloth onto your tender shoulder 

You hold the towel there for five seconds, the cooling feel of the damp towel somewhat alleviating the fresh sting that lingers heavily underneath it 

Pulling it away to inspect the damage, you frown at the new red ring imprinted into your skin, a ring that will no doubt leave an imposing scab as it heals 

A chortle has you whirling your head to the lake, where Megatron’s squinted eyes peer over the water at you, sly and cheeky 

Your frown deepened 

“Asshole..”

[lunajay33]

His Flower Part.4

•🪽⛓️‍💥🌼🍑•

Summary: You moved away for a few years but you missed home, missed you brother Opie when you find out your sister in law died you move back to charming, what you didn’t expect was to be sucked into their world, but meeting a certain Scotsman changes everything

Pairing: Chibs Telford x f!reader

Warning: Age Gap, violence, 18+

Part.3

•Masterlist•

We get back to his place and it’s simple but nice, definitely Chibs place, tidy and clean and it smelled like him

“Come with me Angel” he takes my hand and leads me to the back of the house to his room, I lay on the bed as he pulls me down my head on his chest, his fingers running through my hair

“What’s on your pretty lil mind?” He asks

“Just Op, when he called me to come back I never thought he’d treat me like this”

“I’ll talk to him, remind him of how special ye are”

“Well ain’t I lucky” I laugh as I look up at him

“To have a sexy ol man like me, I’d say ye are” he says squeezing my hip

I sit up straddling his lap and resting my hands on his shoulders

“What about you huh? I can feel your stress” he sighs as he rubs up and down my thighs

“Nothing ye got to worry yerself about”

“Hey im here for you too Chibs”

“I know lassy, just been a lot of shite, Clays changing, putting the club in jeopardy”

I could see the worry, how this was affecting him, sure Opie and dad and going through the same thing

“Anything I can do to help you ol man?” My hands coming down to his chest pushing his kutte back

“One thing comes to mind, especially with ye sittin on my lap like this” he says smirking as he moves my hips back and forth

“Is this your reward for being so sweet to me today?” I whisper

“The least I could do for my darlin girl, make her feel good, distract her” he litters kisses down my neck

“And how could I say no to you” he spins us over making be squeal in laughter as I lift my shirt off and throw it aside, his lips trailing down my chest, to my stomach until he reached my shorts looking up at me for permission

“Please” he unbuttons them and pulls them off before throwing them behind him leaving me in my black bralette and panties

“Come on Chibs let me see you” I try to push his pants down with my feet for him to get the point

“Yer a needy one” he smirks as he takes off his kutte and shirt, quickly discarding his pants, as he’s doing that I unclip my bra and his eyes roam over me

“Shite lassy yer beautiful” he groans as he gets back over me handing me his kutte

“What?”

“Put it on, I wanna see my girl repping the reaper while I screw her brains out” he says as he helps me put it on

“But won’t I get in trouble”

“Anyone tries to hurt my girl they’ll have to deal with me, now how about ye let me get a taste of yer sweet pussy” I nod excited as I lay back down his finger hooking into my panties and pulling them off, his big hands engulfing my thighs and spreading them wide open, the cool metal of his rings sending chills along my skin

“Shite she’s perfect” he groans before I feel his tongue flick against my clit making me jolt

“Woah” sure I’ve had partners before but they weren’t the generous type they weren’t real mean so I’ve never had this experience in the bedroom before

“What lassy never had a real man lick her pretty lil pussy?” The filth was drying me loopy so all I can do I shake my head and I see his eyes widen

“Well let me show ye how good it can be” he dips back in his tongue feels like magic, I run my hands through his hair gripping it as he hums against me

“Yes oh god right there!” I practically scream, he reaches up and plays with my tit and it sends me over the edge

“Come on Angel I’ve got ye” the way he was gentle with me and his words of constant praise was making me fall…..hard, I catch my breath as he comes up for air running his hands down my chest

“Why’d ye want an old man like me when ye look this stunning” I smirk as I flip us around pulling down his boxers so I can see him all

“Because you’re sexy and a real man that knows what he wants, now why don’t you relax and let me make you feel good now”

“Shite I’m a lucky bastard” I grind back and forth over his dick getting us both ready till I lean forward pressing his tip to my entrance and slowly sinking down

“Fuck!” I moan feeling him stretch me, his fingers digging into my hips

“Yer so tight baby girl shite yer heavenly” seeing him under me at my mercy sent something through me that I’ve never felt before

I glide up and down and back and forth rolling my hips throwing my head back at the ecstasy that courses through me as I go faster and faster, his hands guiding me

“Oh god I’m gonna cum!”

“Right there darlin” and at the same time I see stars feeling him cum deep

Huffing I lay on his chest as he’s still buried in me

“What a woman” he grumbles wrapping his arms around my back

“Wasn’t expect to give you the big reward just yet but you charmed me too much” I say sitting back up and getting off his lap to lay next to him feeling his cum drop down my legs

“Now that I got ye time to go back to the croweaters” my heart drops and I sit up in a flash

“What?” And he bursts out laughing

“I’m joking darlin, yer the only pussy I ever need”

“Such a filthy man” I smile as he pulls me down for a kiss, he’s mine now

•

Chibs got called in for a club meeting nothing good but he couldn’t tell me just yet, I wait at the bar as chucky tells me about his hands when shots are fired throughout the club, bullets flying everywhere and the guys running out of the club room getting their weapons

I get up terrified to run to Chibs when I’m struck in my stomach, the air leaving my lungs as I look down seeing the blood quickly seep through my clothes

“Chibs….” I gasp as I fall to the floor when some of them finally notice, he runs to me dropping to his knees and holding me close

“Shite baby girl it’ll be okay just hold on” I feel my eyes growing heavy but happy keeps tapping my face to keep me awake till the distant sounds of sirens grows

“Ye can’t leave me yet I just got ye angel” I could hear the fear in his voice

“I’m….im sorry….” I choke out when the paramedics swarm us pulling happy and chins away from me and everything moves in a slow motion blur

The medics get me in the ambulance Chibs sitting on the side but I can’t seem to say anything

“Just hold on lassy yer gonna be fine” he said seeming trying to convince himself more than me, I hated seeing him so scared, this man was strong willed and seeing him crumble hurt my heart so I just looked at him as he looked back as he reached to sooth a hand over my head

“I love ye darlin” I crack a weak smile before everything fades

•

Taglist: @youngadult9016 @staley83 @bonnyclydecat @tommyflanaganfan-blog @bethexo07 @kellynickelsgirl00 @buckysteveloki-me @stories4you04-x @anonymouse1807

[somegirlsarebiggerthanotherz]

Sugawara x reader

You keep bumping into this sweet sliver haired third year

sorry for any mistakes!! This might turn into a series? Depends how well it does. Hope you enjoy!! <333

You were walking towards the supply closet that was slotted in the corner of the gym to look for spare soccer balls while the sound of volleyballs hitting the waxed ground with loud bangs echoed through the big room. The sound came from the Karasuno boys volleyball team as they were practicing for an upcoming match. Unfortunately while you were peacefully minding your own business you feel a sharp sting on the back of your head making you tumble to the floor like a ragdoll.

“Fuckkk,” a hiss whistles out through your teeth with a hand going to the back of your head, your fingers running through your hair to inspect your scalp properly making you let out a groan of anger.

"Oh my god! Are you okay?" A boy asks as he bends down, hands on his knees looking down at you with worry.

Annoyance rummaged through your body, your mouth already opened and ready to yell, but you quickly swallowed your words and anger when you catch your eyes on the pretty silver haired boy in front of you, a faint blush appearing on your soft face.

“Yeah.. you’re so fine- I mean! I’m so fine!!- I’m fine..” you stuttered, the pain becoming unnoticeable by the trance you were in. The boy couldn't help but chuckle a bit at the misspoken words that stuttered out of you.

"Are you sure you're okay?" He held out his hand for you to take it.

“I’m okay really,” taking his hand into yours for you to use to get up. You couldn't help but notice how soft his hand was, your thumb rubbing it faintly before snatching your hand back quickly and dusting off your skirt to distract yourself.

“I'm so sorry about that,” the boy quickly spoke apologizing for his mistake with an awkward laugh as he watched you straighten up your appearance, fixing your hair and the collar of your uniform.

“It's fine, I'm standing, aren't I?” A small giggle left your perfect lips which he caught himself staring at.

“Still, i've been on the receiving end of getting hit by a volleyball… it’s not pleasant that’s for sure”

“Please, I’m great with… getting hit?” you immediately cringe at your words, but you hear the boy laugh, his smile making you less embarrassed about your stupidity.

“Okay.. then?" He extended his hand out to you again, this time to shake your hand. “Im Sugawara Koushi by the way, just so you know the guy that hit you.”

“L/N Y/N,” You replied looking up at him with a warm smile, “Nice to meet you, Sugawara.” testing the name on your tongue as you take his hand into your own shaking it lightly. Sugawara couldn't help but smile at the sound of his name coming out of your mouth, a sound he could definitely get used to hearing.

“You too,” He spoke as you let go of his hand making something in him get a little disappointed. A few giggles could be heard behind him which were accumulated by his teammates making him glance behind him to see a few of the team watching the little interaction between you and him.

“Um I’ll see you around, yeah?” You smiled softly entangling your fingers together while looking over his shoulder at the boys.

"Yeah, see you," He nodded smiling to himself as he watched you walk to the supply closet next to the janitors closet oblivious to the boy behind him.

"Who was that?" a voice behind him spoke making him jump slightly before he figured out who it was.

"Some girl.. y/n. She’s a cutie, isn't she?" Sugawara replied looking at Daichi, who just raised an eyebrow at him before nodding slightly with a small laugh.

It was the next day, a bright and clear spring day. all 12 of you girls were out in the field kicking around a black and white beat up ball when a girl whom wasn’t too experienced with the sport kicked the ball way too far hitting a certain someone in the back.

“Oh fuck man I’m sorry!” you yelled from a few feet away jogging up to the boy catching up to him.

Sugawara unfortunately was the unlucky boy who was just innocently walking back to the club room when a soccer ball hit him in the back causing him to stumble forward a bit. He quickly turned around to find you running up to him.

"L/n?” He laughed as you caught up to him, he couldn't help but think just how cute you looked in your soccer uniform with the number 1 plastered on the front.

“Oh Sugawara!” You blushed deeply before tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“I’m so sorry my stupid teammate has no sense of direction yet. Are you alright?”

"Hey, don't worry about it. Your friend just has a strong kick, that's all." he waved his hand dismissively.

“Still, I apologize” you added before looking behind your shoulder at the assailant with a glare making her quickly yell an apology. Your high ponytail swayed slightly as your head turned back to her.

“You're good!” he yelled in return with a cute smile, "You're acting as if I'm injured, I'm fine." His focus back on you.

“Okay okay” a laugh came from your lips as you spoke, lips in which he kept holding eye contact with before the action of you kicking the ball from the ground to your hands snaps his eyes away from your lips and to your hands

“guess we’re even now huh?”

" yeah, I guess we’re even” Sugawara chuckled.

“Well I got to get back, I’ll talk to you later yeah?”

"Yeah, hopefully neither of us end up getting hit by some kind of ball next time." He ruffled his hair a bit with a smirk.

“I don’t know… I’ve been thinking about picking up basketball,” you say sarcastically, making him laugh and shake his head slightly.

“I’ll see you around.” you said before jogging off back to your team.

"Please don't, I don't think I could survive getting hit by a basketball. A soccer ball was bad enough." you shrugged and giggled softly before giving his arm a soft tap.

"Bye,” Sugawara whispered to himself watching you as you walked away. Suga started to look at you fully, looking you up and down shamelessly. The way you were all sweaty in your soccer uniform and the high ponytail that pulled your hair up and away from your perfect face which had baby hairs sticking to your forehead from the stickiness of your sweat. To you you looked gross all worked out but to him it made you look adorable.

[gracefulserpent1207]

Okay so I have a new Dragons Rising theory and I need everyone to know that I have never been more confident in a theory in my life (which may be something I come to regret saying).

However, I'm going to put it under Read More because it WILL contain SPOILERS for anyone who hasn't watched DR yet (including S3).

I've seen a theory on Ninjago Tumblr that Ras's masters are the Time Twins which is a theory I LOVE because there are so many signs pointing towards it, for example: in season 1, just before the merge, when Lloyd is talking to Wu, we see the phrase 'control time, control everything' written on the wall in Ninjargon which HAD to have been there for a reason, right? I mean, Doc Wyatt is definitely the kind of writer to put an easter egg like THAT in the show, and so early on too. Plus, the Merge changed the realms completely, through a rift that looked very similar to the timestream from HoT, so it easily could've changed time, therefore allowing for the Time Twins to slip out of the timestream. There's also the lighting when Ras is communicating with his master which @steepwysdom pointed out looks very similar to the lighting of the Iron Doom (this user also made a really great video about this theory that I would definitely recommend watching for more details).

But there's one thing that puts me off this theory slightly: the fact that whenever we see Ras talking to his master, he seems like he's only talking to one person (e.g. the fact that he uses the singular 'master' and not the plural 'masters'). So I've come up with a slightly amended theory:

ONE of the Time Twins (specifically Krux) is Ras's master. The other Time Twin (specifically Acronix) is the Administrator.

Here are the reasons why I think this:

We don't really know much about either Ras's master or the Administrator except that both of them are taking control of pretty much everything since the Merge. The Administration allows the Administrator to keep an eye on everything in the Merged lands at all times and Ras's master knows everything Ras is doing at all times, meaning they can see everything the ninja are up to whenever Ras is around them. So what if this is the Time Twins' way of trying to keep track of the ninja and keep them off their trail, maybe them ordering Ras to do things such as free the Forbidden Five in order to distract the ninja from ever finding them because they've got something much bigger in store for them?

I also think that the fact that some people were displaced after the Merge may have been a cover up for the Time Twins displacing the ninja so that they're separated (because this would make them more worried about finding each other than finding them). It could also explain why Jay works at the Administration - they put him there when he lost him memories so that he would be faithful to them rather than the ninja, causing further issues for them when they lose a team member. Plus, we know that when Wu returned from the timestream, he had lost his memories, so maybe Jay losing his memories is some kind of foreshadowing for the fact that the Time Twins are behind everything?

Ras is constantly telling Arin that he wants to "reverse the Merge". Well after season 3 (especially the scene towards the end of the season when he's gazing at the ninja together with anger and/or jealousy), I think he's telling the truth - I think Ras DOES want to reverse the Merge, and the reason he thinks it's possible to do this is because he's seen his master (Krux) reverse time before. Because maybe the Merge caused the Twins to get their powers back (as we've seen it GIVE powers to people without them before so surely it's a possibility) and now they're out for revenge.

Whoever's behind it clearly wants the power of the Source Dragons and we know that the Time Twins are obsessed with power, wanting to "control everything". Well the Merge gave them the perfect opportunity to do that, because with their time powers, they can probably control the Merge in a way no one else can and they want to use that to their advantage.

In season 3, Morro tells Arin that Wu must still be alive because if he had died, he'd have passed through the Spectral Lands, meaning that Wu is probably being held captive and is only able to communicate when he gets the chance to (explaining why he's so cryptic when he does appear).

Wu clearly knew that the Merge was going to happen, just like he knew Acronix was going to return 40 years after he and Garmadon banished the Twins. What if just before Wu escaped the timestream, he saw a sign, telling him about the Merge and when it was going to happen?

In the 'Golden Hour' short, Wu rips one of the Time Blades out of the Iron Doom, and I think this may have unintentionally caused the Merge. There is a massive explosion when he does it, the Time Twins are suddenly nowhere to be found and the Iron Doom is destroyed. This could have caused some sort of rip in time that escalated into the Merge years later, and (as I said in the point above), Wu saw the sign for this and mistakenly thought he had the time to solve what he had done.

It's not a perfect theory and there's probably a few plot holes here that I haven't taken into account, but I think it'd explain a lot.

[hellsfirekeepsyouwarm]

💤 "Goodnight, Love"

Ateez Boys Sleep Headcannon 💤 (Jongho, Hongjoong, San, Mingi)

My brain screamed at me to write these ideas down, otherwise it will explode on me, so here we go....

Just a mention here that i am a baby Atiny, probably and surely i haven't seen all the vids, and lore, i am certain this has been done multiple times before, more accurately than me, but please enjoy it without judgment.

I love these crazy pirates, and i hope this little headcannon will bring you joy, comfort and everything else you need. ❤️❤️ Also i will do the others too. :)

Jongho

He is very particular about his space, and while he makes sure that the bedroom is serving his wants and needs, with that he is thoughtful of your preferences too. Whatever you like, he will prepare it for you, so when you join him,- because he will most definitely will be in bed before anyone else in this world - you just have to fall in bed next to him. He probably will read a book while he waits for you, most of the time he busies himself even if he is exhausted. He rarely gets to sleep in the same bed as you, so he wants to spend as much time as possible to feel you slowly falling asleep next to him. He likes the little routine of telling you goodnight, stroking your hair, giving you a peck on the lips, talking a little until he hears your words slow down, voice quieter. He will take your hand in his, using your evened out breathing as his lullaby. He is the perfect example of calm sleeper, even when he shifts in his sleep, he does it with a grace you will never understand, because his side of the bed somehow always look perfect. He likes it when you nuzzle into him, especially when you are the big spoon, legs and arm hooked around him like you are fearing him disappearing in the middle of the night. And while you wake up looking like you slept a whole week, he is unfazed, looking as pretty and perfect as he laid his head down on the pillow the night before. You will definitely tease him about it, and his only response will be a kiss on your forehead with a low chuckle.

Hongjoong

He is an absolute light sleeper, leading a ridiculous sleeping schedule. If you can call that schedule, because he will fall into bed at 8 pm one night, and the next you wake up to him dragging himself to bed at 3 in the morning. He always apologizes for being all over the place, and you always reassure him that it's okay, as long as he is okay with it. You know sometimes he wishes to be next to you, curled up with you, but work keeps him away from the soft pillows and duvet, and for that reason he is completely knackered by the time he finds his bed. He is restless, even in his sleep, all over the place. Sometimes he is asleep as his head hits the pillow, then sometimes he stares at your form for a while before he can even rest his eyelids, let alone slumber. He is chaotic, sleeping is an adventure with him because he will discover every inch of the bed. He will take up so much space you have to push him back to his side, other times he shrinks up into the smallest space, and in search for a cuddle you tap all the to the edge of the bed, him almost falling of if he moves just a little in his sleep. And as his body, his brain can't get a break either, waking him up randomly, in his haze searching for your body with his eyes, hands legs, doesn't matter, he will not settle back until he feels or sees you by his side.

San

San is all for cuddles. He will pull you close in any and every position, he have to have that skin to skin connection, even if it's your pinky toe touching him. (🤣) So when you plop down into the soft duvet, he won't play around, and will pull you into his embrace in an instant. You will switch positions all night, but you will be always in between his hands, tucked to his chest, locked in place by his legs, his head nuzzled into your neck. If you somehow escape his cuddle prison,- because he gives off heat like a furnace- he will search the bed in his sleep to find you and pull you back. There is no argument here, and you know you can't say no to that pout and small whine whenever you try to propose the idea of actually using the sides of the bed, like you are supposed to. Because with San, only the middle is perfect for sleeping, he never sleeps on his side, and he never lets you sleep on yours either. And because he is locked on you all times while asleep, he will be awake right way when you try to get out of bed, asking millions of questions about where are you going. San always has the worst bedhead in the mornings. Doesn't matter how his hair is styled, he will look like a bird just made a nest on his head when he wakes up.

Mingi

Lives for bedtime. Couldn't wait for the moment both of you are in bed, surrounded by darkness, and talk and giggle before falling asleep. This is the time when he can relax, spooning you, holding you as close as possible and just ramble about anything and everything. The darkness often loosens him up, and whatever was on his mind that day he thought he wouldn't share, just comes out easily, laying in bed with you being his safe place. He's always captivates you with his hands, hugging your midsection tightly, feeling his chest rise and fall with every breath, and vibrate with his laugh. Legs locking you in place, his face pressed to the side of yours, his lips angles just right by your ear, his breath tickling your ear. You will hear his voice turning husky, the first indicator that sleep is trying to claim him from you, which he tends to fight with all his strength. He will talk and mumble until he eventually falls asleep, with you in tandem because his low sleepy tone is the best lullaby you ever heard. He even talks in his sleep, sometimes waking you up, mumbling back to him something accordingly incoherent. You will end up detaching yourselves in the middle of the night, tossing and turning, but in the morning, he always scoops you back into his embrace, whispering something funny or sweet, and he will definitely hit that snooze button, asking for 5 more minutes.

[kiskivmiske]

I'm not sure if equation people use to measure human analog of dragon years (years*3=human years) is accurate.

Human babies can repeat a few sounds at 6-9 months, like mama, dada, etc, but only understand what they mean by 11. At the same age they imitate sounds of speech, basic sound combinations and intonation.

By one year toddlers know a few words and objects they're related to.

By two they can do simple instructions, like "go pick up this toy and bring her there"

What we see in "The hive queen" shows that dragonets are already born with an intelligence of two year old and pick up what they've missed within few days. Within one page Bumblebee goes from doing simple sounds to repeating distorted words. Within days she's able to recognize her caretaker as "Snoodoo" and is soon capable of freeing herself and Sundew by finding blue wings and throwing them up the sundew trap, which is a complicated thing to do for a DAYS old baby.

Cliff, who is supposed to be on the level of a three year old is too good with words for a toddler. His vocabulary is big enough. He still sounds like a kid, but definitely not younger than 5 years old.

Kinkajou and Anemone are shown to develop romantic feelings, which can signify they're going through puberty, so they're older than 10. Then, starting there and until they are officially adults, there are no significant differences, but it isn't much frowned upon when dragonets aged 4-6 do adult jobs. Snowfall and Glory were both technically dragonets when becoming queens. Usually, when the heir is too young to rule, a regent does it for them. Icewings accepted their new queen, which would be strange if she was much younger. Deathbringer also went on his missions pretty young at 4 years. Tamarin, also a dragonet, works for a long time.

In my understanding, dragons develop with a much quicker pace throughout the first 3 years, then their development slows down. Dragon aging is different from human aging as dragons never stop growing. (Clay mentions he still has a year to grow big enough to push the boulder, but, most likely, he meant rapid growth. In adulthood he'll continue growing, but slower.) Darkstalker is the shining example. The age they are considered adults is, most likely, the end of complete sexual maturing, which can fluctuate between tribe and gender, but is officially established as maximum.

IMO, this is how dragon aging relates to average human aging.

🐉 🧍‍♀️

Hatching 0-2 speedrun

1 7

2 10 (start of puberty on average)

3 13 (rebellious phase, crushes)

4 15 (in some countries minors can work

5 16 legally at this age)

6 17 (in some cases, fully physically

mature, legally a minor)

7 18 (end of puberty and rapid growth,

legal adulthood)

As for Mink, he overly childish manner of speech seems familiar to me. I've known people with the exact behavior in their 20-s and 40-s, and I assume Mink has some sort of cognitive impairment. I also used to emotionally mature slower than my peers due to continuing trauma. Could also be the case, since she, as an Icewing, is forced to be perfect all around to be higher on the ranks and the pressure could affect her emotional development.

[sashimi020]

almost yours p4 *ੈ✩‧₊˚ [mitsuya x reader]

PART 4 (4/5)

p1 | p2 | p3 | p5

part four yippie! last part will be new years part, i'll probably upload it later today or tomorrow :3

credits to @i-mmaculatus for the dividers! tags: @dollrndo

mitsuya had a long day, taking care of his sisters, doing chores and errands for his mom, he finally got a chance to collapse in his bed at the tail end of the afternoon to get some rest, that was, until he heard his phone go off several times.  

3 missed calls. mikey.  

“what the hell is this guy doing?” mitsuya groaned, as much as he respected mikey and the gang, he was far too exhausted to appear for some gang meeting right now. it wasn’t very often that mikey spam called him out of all people, it was usually draken that was the victim of that, so he figured this must be important and picked up the phone.  ______________________________________________________________

mikey created a groupchat

mikey added draken and mitsuya 

mikey named the groupchat “project: new years gift”  

mikey: MITSUYA 

mikey: MITSUYA 

mikey: MITSUYA 

draken: STOP BLOWING UP MY PHONE AND STOP SPAMMING  

draken: he’ll respond  

mikey: yeah i know i just called him a bunch 

mitsuya: what’s this?? 

draken: we just thought 

draken: you know you and y/n have that thing going on 

mitsuya: .. that’s..  

mikey: SO we decided you’re going to get her a gift for new years!! when we all meet at the festival you’re going to give it to her.  

mitsuya: i mean.. yeah i’d love to! but i don’t want to come off as too eager? what if she’s uncomfortable?? 

draken: why would she be?? come on dude. i’ve seen you guys interact. she’s head over heels for you. she’d be so elated to get a gift from you 

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mitsuya’s face heats up as he feels himself not being able to stop smiling. he was usually so composed, what happened? he felt so all over the place but it felt good. maybe he could confess with this gift too.. oh yeah. that’d be perfect..  

______________________________________________________________

mitsuya: alright, let’s go.  

mikey: YESSSSS 

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mitsuya almost instantly got ready, earlier exhaustion completely forgotten. after about half an hour he reached met up with draken and mikey and reached the mall. the three of them walked around for a bit, draken glanced at his phone staring at a text from kazutora who told him about a certain jacket from a shop they should check out, sent the day before. he kept his eyes peeled. “i found it!! it’s that one!” mikey yelled out when he spotted that very same jacket on display. mitsuya paused, did mikey want something? that jacket? is it why he pointed it out? “that’s the one y/n wanted right?” mikey blurts out.  

draken shoots him a quick glare. they were definitely supposed to “stumble” across this shop in a more conspicuous manner. “umm. i’m pretty sure y/n mentioned wanting a jacket like this once” draken clarifies. they couldn’t let him find out about the gift exchange! you didn’t know he was getting you something and he didn’t know you were getting him something. it would be perfect.  

“oh, alright” mitsuya smiles. draken lets out a sigh of relief and the three of them enter the store. mikey tilts his head at the jacket. “she has good taste, it must probably be super comfy.. how expensive is this?.. mm..” mikey leans forward and grabs the price tag. his smile falls and he promptly places it back on the rack. the look on his face speaks volumes. “i.. i’m sure if we all pool..” draken starts, “no! no. uh. you guys don’t have to do that. please” mitsuya cuts him off. “no jacket?” mikey pouts. “man .. it would’ve been so.. great..” mitsuya stares at the jacket for a few minutes before an idea strikes him. “maybe i could.. sew it? i have a fabric similar to this and 2 weeks till new years right? i’m sure i could find a jacket pattern - it mustn’t be too hard..” mitsuya chews the inside of his cheek as he figures out the specifics in his head. “yeah, two weeks is enough. i can do it” draken stares in awe. yeah. this guy is done for.  

“we’ll help, anything you need?” draken asks as they walk out of the store. “oh.. you guys don’t have to-“ “no shut up. we’re helping” mikey cuts him off. mitsuya smiles warmly. yeah. his friends were really great. he couldn’t be more happy.  

the three of them reach mitsuya’s house and he gets started almost immediately; 

“could you pass the scissors?” “done!” “measuring tape?” “here.” “that fabric” “yup” mikey helped out, only with minor complaints, only whining when he started to get hungry. draken hung out in the kitchen for a bit after mikey’s nagging got too much and prepared instant noodles to satiate their hunger. “oi! get away from the sewing machine. it’s time for a break, loverboy” draken grinned. mitsuya flushed “don’t call me that” he muttered sheepishly and stepped away, stretching and collapsing onto the bed next to mikey. “thank you, i .. really appreciate it” he said softly and took the bowl in his hands. “it’s just instant noodles.. i didn’t really do much” draken replies. “so?” his eyes soften as he takes a spoonful “you guys are here. that means a lot more than you know” mitsuya responded. mikey paused his ostentatiously loud noodle slurping to look up at mitsuya “of course we're here dummy. that’s what friends are for” mikey said it as if it was the easiest most obvious thing in the world. 

the boys ate happily, rested and worked on the jacket before passing out on mitsuya's floor on top of comforters and blankets, hearts filled with warmth.

[chloesimaginationthings]

IDK what William Afton expected to happen in FNAF..

[spacemanxpaninis]

Saw this activity die a while back! Self shippers, imagine rolling this with your f/o(s)! Anything you’d like to do most?

[danielnelsen]

i know it’s just that i’ve started act 2 and im progressing a lot of the plot right now, but it does come across as very funny that astarion is establishing a committed relationship with me right after congratulating me on doing all these morally dubious gaining-dark-powers things

the actual reason was because i didn’t make him drink that woman’s blood, but our last few conversations have been ‘wow i see you’re embracing your darker side 👀… how about we talk about ‘us’ now’

[starsstuddedsky]

i had a dream last night and all i can remember is i was in japan again and at one point i made mingyu carry me around on his back

[earl-grey-love]

I love when there's characters that are narratively portrayed as being really annoying interpersonally, but they actually have a kind heart and good intentions, and that just naturally annoys the people around them because they don't understand it and/or assume the worst in others by default. My darlings, I could never misunderstand you.

[taus-inc]

finished ugly betty, loved it, did wish the timeline of the last season was moved up and we got to see her in london more but ig that was the point