#so i posed a lil quiet hang out~

[rasoyas]

summer heatwave. 🍊

[tinseltownie]

Look I’ve watched the BTS footage a 100 times already. The thing is Oscar didn’t have to pop in. And Lando most certainly didn’t have to keep the conversation going. But he did. And Lando did. And it was all soft and warm and “I want to know the most mundane details about this exact thing that I’ve done for 6 years already but did you have fun Oscar?? Did you? Have fun? Osc? Nice smoothie osc. Gonna copy your cute lil pose osc”.

Everything I’ve learned about Lando in the last few weeks is that he just wants friends? He keeps talking about how he missed out on the uni experience and how his friends are all through racing. And it explains why he’s kept Max on at Quadrant and all that side of it. (Not saying he’s buying Max’s friendship or anything) And he kept being friends with his teammates thinking they were safe but Carlos left and Daniel was fired. Which is the nature of the sport don’t get me wrong that’s fine. But I think Lando is really comfortable because Oscar is here to stay for a while. So Lando has Oscar.

And Oscar has always been better than the rest at this sport so it was hard to make friends with the other boys because he kept moving a step forward, quicker than everyone else. His Prema vids are sweet but there’s a sense that everyone in them is still trying to make it. Plus Oscar has 3 younger sisters but he’s never had a brother and he’s a little quiet and Lando was okay bulldozing his way into Oscar’s heart so now Oscar has Lando.

They both love their families but the sport makes it so they feel distant from them? Yes Adam is at almost every race and Oscar has a very loving relationship with his mom but all they’ve known is this sport forever. This sport where there’s no loyalty and no love and a lot friendships are actually just colleagues hanging out in a work setting.

That’s what makes Carlando so endearing. It’s that the friendship persisted beyond the contract mandated hangouts. That’s what makes Landoscar so special. They’ve found each other, a support system, a person who actually understands every nuance of the car, every corner that they race, every debrief in a way that really only their teammate can.

They are each other’s competition but they’re also each other’s comfort and I think that’s really special. Plus, Oscar’s quite tall isn’t he 😏

[hyunsvngs]

For Hyunjin’s birthday I wanted to take what I did for his insert of “Noona/oppa kinks” I did a while ago because why not?!

content warnings: bf!hyunjin, hyunjin posing on the chair @ Versace is his outfit in this!!, birthday sex, switch!hyunjin (kinda?), switch!reader (kinda?), you call each others perverts, doggystyle, hair pulling (fem rec), oppa & noona kink (!!!!), overstimulation (fem rec), brief ass play (fem rec), pull out method (DO NOT DO THIS!! please practice safe sex!!), lovey-dovey stuff (my attempt at it anyways), lil surprise for reader @ the end, there may be typos 🤷🏻‍���️ , i’m dyslexic so 🤓☝🏻… i feel like im forgetting stuff.. hmm

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“Did you enjoy your birthday dinner, baby?” You asked from the right of him, his right hand on your upper thigh. Down the street from the restaurant you both ate at, Hyunjin steers the car in the direction of your shared home. A small smirk finds its way onto his face and he gives you a quiet mhmm. Your eyes scan over his side profile and butterflies awake in your stomach, the ones that remind you of all of the small touches and loving stares he made toward you from across the restaurant booth. You feel him squeeze your thigh.

He looked (and still does) absolutely unreal tonight. Of course anyone with eyes can say that about him every day... but tonight. Detailed in intricate designs, his shirt sits tucked into his faux leather styled jeans, adorned with a belt with a flashy belt buckle. His right wrist wears a beautiful black watch, and the left wrist is complimented with two colorful bracelets. Hands decorated in gorgeous rings. Two necklaces; one chunky and one a little thinner, hangs from his neck. He definitely took a few minutes to style his hair- most of it pushed back with little product, allowing strands to fall forward onto his forehead. Your left hand falls to his, still placed on your upper thigh.

Hyunjin knows you’re staring, he knows you’re checking him out. If the roles were reversed and you were driving, he would totally do the same. You look ravishing, your makeup compliments your features- eyelashes fanning out with mascara on, blush, contour and highlight in their respective places, and lips bare with some peppermint chapstick. Hair left completely undone, just some styled curls smoothed out with hair oil. Wrists and neck also adorned with simple jewelry, and to pull it all together, a simple pair of black heels on your feet.

Throughout the night, Hyunjin’s eyes naturally drifted from your face to all the curves your body has to offer. The square-neck, flowy black dress does nothing to hide the tops of your breasts. He remembers you clearing your throat to grab his attention. He knows he looks good, but he knows you know you look good too. Everyone knows those two things can create some tension.

Conversing with your boyfriend of three years still makes time fly by, 45 minutes of driving quickly come to an end when he pulls into the garage. Your hand reaches for the car door handle and Hyunjin doesn’t approve. “Seriously? Can’t even wait a second…” He scoffs, and you quickly look to him on your left and find him out of the car already, beginning to hurdle the hood of the car. You gasp then a chuckle leaves your lips. He opens the car door for you and you roll your eyes.

“Don’t give me that look, you haven’t touched a door in how long? And it’s still a habit? C’mon sweetheart.” He shakes his head in disappointment. You move around him and begin your walk towards the door that leads into the laundry room. Hyunjin is quick to follow your footsteps to open the next door, smacking your ass as you enter the threshold. “Sexy ass woman.” He whistles and eyes you up and down.

You wait for him in the connecting kitchen, the countertop digging into your ass due to your added height. “What are you thinking about?” He asks as he rounds the corner of the laundry room. He unbuckles his belt with one hand, ready to get comfortable and spend the rest of his birthday in bed (of course in a way more than lying down).

His head is tilted slightly as he looks you over; pink muscle poking out from between his lips a bit. When you don’t answer as fast as he’d like, he cages you in with his arms by gripping the countertops. He hums questioningly. “Noona,” he purrs. Your eyes shoot to his instantly. “Did you hear me? What are you thinking about?”

While maintaining eye contact, your right index finger finds the belt loop closest to his zipper and tug him towards your body. “Why don’t I show you what I was thinking about instead?” You whisper, and his surprised face pairs wonderfully with the hard-on that’s poking your hip. His lips part with a gasp. “You’re a fucking pervert- already hard like some loser!” You laugh at him, and just as he was gonna lean in and kiss you, you’ve gone and pissed him off.

His hand flies to the back of your head and tugs harshly at the hair. “Me? The pervert? Says the woman who was eye-fucking me from across the table not even an hour ago!” He’s spitting back, lips so close to yours. Your hand found its way to his waist, pulling him even closer just to feel his body on yours. He wins.

“Mhm.. oppa, please.” You look up at him through your lashes and when his hand moves from your hair to sit at your throat, lips collide. His other hand comes to the side of your face to aide him in tilting your head to deepen the kiss. He’s waited all night for this, impure thoughts flooded his mind the second he saw the dress you were wearing for dinner. For him, this was building with every look, every smile, every touch that was yours given to him. He feels like he’s on fire and while you fuel him… at the end of the day, only you can put him out.

Hands begin wandering on both accounts, Hyunjin’s begin to trace your breasts over the dress and yours are gripping his arms and back. A moan slips out of his mouth when you take things further and tug at his bottom lip with your teeth. “Mhm, fuck” He gasps. You push him away, trying to keep yourself together- almost like a competition; who can keep their sanity the longest?

“Where-where to? Couch? The bed?” He’s mumbling, his hands are starting to unbutton his pants when you grab his thick chain and lead him to the bedroom. What have I gotten myself into, he thinks.

You open the door yourself, Hyunjin too busy looking at you like a lost puppy. He kicked the door closed after you let him go, he’s almost caught off guard with your assertiveness- he’s standing there like a virgin, too scared to move.

“Noona.. wow.” He’s flustered, his pants are just barely hanging on his hips, belt and zipper undone. His hands are fishing out the shirt that remained tucked throughout the recent events. He takes in a deep breath to pull himself together and steps to you. His hands reach for the bottom of your dress, tugs it over your head and your secrets are out. No underwear, no bra, nothing but bare inspiration for his hungry eyes and artsy mind. Your nipples pebble due to the air in the room and your cunt is getting wetter by the second under his gaze.

He scoffs. “Again, talk about a fucking pervert.”

Your hands are quick to shut him up; it’s your turn to tug and pull at the fabrics covering his build. Pants thrown to the side and shirt on the corner of the bed somewhere behind you. His boxers are being pulled at by you, and he’s panting. You stand up after helping him out of his underwear, a quick kiss is exchanged.

“How do you want me, loverboy?” You ask, fingertips rest on his stomach. His bottom lip is stuck between his teeth, and when he releases it, you notice how red it’s gotten. He’s so ready for you, cocks pulsing between his legs

“Doggy, noona. Please. Bend that ass over for me.” He whispers. His hands find your waist to turn you away from him and walk you to the foot of the bed. His right hand pushes at your upper back while his left hand finds itself at your hip and pulls them back. Your knees sit on the edge of the bed, pussy and asshole on display for him. In almost every moment you find yourself like this for him, you’re embarrassed- you’re so hot and bothered that you couldn’t care less this time.

“Oppa,” You start. You’re looking back at him over your shoulder. You snake a hand to your clit not just to tease yourself, but also him. He watches your fingers circle your bud from between your thighs, and he cant help but just watch as you smooth your slick over yourself.

“Fuuuck me, baby.” He’s stroking his cock, one, twice three times. “You drive me insane.” A slap lands on your ass.

“Oppa, come on-“

“Shhh. I’ll take care of you, noona.” His cock head is poking at your entrance, there’s so much wetness, and he feels hot all over. A moan is ripped from your throat when he begins to push in, your gummy walls giving in so easily. “Holy shit, noona! You’re so tight.. all for me, huh?” He says with a teasing tilt to his voice. You nod so eagerly.

The hands on your waist grip a bit harder, and his thrusts speed up. The squelching from your pussy is almost as loud as the moans and gasps coming from you both. Hyunjin slows the pace enough to run a hand from your waist up your back to between your shoulder blades and push down, forcing your elbows to buckle under you.

“Noona, arch your back more, theeeeere ya go… what a good noona.” When your chest makes home on the bedsheets, his front meets your back and his hand finds its way back to your waist. He begins a trail of soft kisses from your right shoulder the middle of your back. He raises his right leg to place his foot next to your knee on the bed, allowing him to reach further into you.

“Oh my god! Oppa, you’re so deep!” You gasp, your legs begin to shake from the pleasure. This new angle allows his tip to ram directly into that gummy spot, and he knows it too. It’s hard to miss when you’re gasping and moaning in quick increments, body shaking like it’s a newfound pleasure, and your hands have found themselves buried in the sheets.

“Right there? It’s there, huh?” Hyunjin’s becoming cocky, your body giving in to the pleasure he’s giving you. And he’s aware that soon, very soon, you’ll cum. “Give me your cum noona, play with your pretty little clit- oh shit, you’re squeezing me so hard!” He borderline growls at you.

Your fingers are making quick circles to work your climax out, eyes rolling to the back of your head. You’re barely conscious, too overwhelmed by the white building heat… and his spit-covered thumb coming to rest over your puckered asshole, massaging the muscle does you in.

“O-Oppa! Cum-I’m-Fuck!” Your body pulses, and Hyunjin is holding you like you may actually fall apart. He just about let himself go too, the way you look as you cum is so beautiful, surely another inspiration for his sketchbook.

“Damn noona.. that was a big one, huh?” He quips. Your hips are being held up my his strong arms, but his thrusts are still relentless. You’re moaning and twitching from overstimulation, but he knows you enjoy it more than you let on.

“Give me your cum, oppa! Please!” You moan into the sheets.

The closer he gets to cumming, the harsher his inhales get. His hands become twitchy; one second he’s got a handful of tit, the next he’s digging his fingering into your ass- nothing seems to keep them at bay while his body experiences one of the highest forms of pleasure. “Oh fuck- oh fuck!”

He pulls out and the first rope lands on the back of your thigh, the rest stretching out over your back. He strokes himself to ride out his high, afterwards looking over you. You’ve got a soft smile on your face, a nice flush to your skin, and hair in a tussled mess. You look beautiful, he thinks, no amount of artwork can equal the amount of the beauty of you.

“Feeling good, baby?” Hyunjin takes a step back. After you hum back to him, he makes his way to the linen closet in the master bathroom. He’s quick to grab two towels, one dry and one damp. When he walks back into the room, you’re already standing up.

“Here.” He hands you the damp one first, allowing you to wipe what you can reach while he grabs undergarments. He tosses your underwear onto the bed before quickly putting his boxers on. “You did so good baby.” He whispers as he takes the damp cloth from you, and cleaning off what was left. He tosses that one into the bathroom and reaches for the dry towel to wipe and dry you off further.

“I hope you had a great birthday, Jinnie.” You smile. He can hear the smile in your voice. You put on your panties and turn to him. “I love you so much.” You grab his face and plant a kiss on his lips. He can’t help but chuckle.

“I love you even more, sweetheart!” He tackles you into the bed where you cuddle and watch tv for the rest of the night. Though, not long after resuming a show you began the other day, he can hear and feel you lightly snoring from your place on his chest. He turns the tv off and rests on his phone for the meantime, until he hears you mumbling in your sleep. Only then, when it’s just him and his thoughts left to admire you at your most vulnerable state, does he remember something.

A sincere, gummy smile appears at the thought of a beautiful velvet box sitting at the back of the linen closet.

AHHHH tell me why hyunjin has been plaguing my mind lately!!! he’s such a loverboy. I hope you enjoyed this one!!! <3

HAPPY BIRTHDAY HYUNE! 💕

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A LATE BDAY DRABBLE FROM MISS X ANON FOR OUR LOVERBOY SO YAMMY

[lighthouseshepard]

have a lil doodle i will likely never develop into anything fuller (i just really wanted john to say 'would you still love me if i was a worm') (he doesn't say that but this came out of it)

John sighs, shifts so imperceptibly beside him that he senses the adjustment more than feels it against his own limbs, and poses the question again.

"Would you love me still if I wasn't human?"

Arthur struggles not to laugh. Despite the depth of the question, all its implications neither of them were conscious enough to contextualize, he finds he can't take the inquiry seriously when spoken in the slurring mumble of someone balancing on the precipice of wakefulness and sleep.

"What," he exclaims softly, "does that even mean, John?"

John doesn't stir. An hour ago he had stretched out on his back and hadn't really moved since, save for one or two adjustments of weary bones laden with exhaustion. Longer days still hit him hard, even after months of having his own human form. He tired so easily if they strayed outside of what exertions he was learning to handle. Although Arthur tried to keep their time together free of too much physical strain, it was typically John he had to hold in check from his newly found boundless enthusiasm for human life, not himself.

He traces a fingertip along one cheekbone, thinkng regretfully he should have told John to stop after mile five of their hike. His own legs ached, too.

"John?"

"Hmm?" comes the muffled answer.

"What do you mean by that?"

"I meant exactly what I said," John replies. His eyes remain closed, known to Arthur only under his hand's careful brush up against his forehead. "Would you still love me if I wasn't human?"

"Are you going to keep asking me until I answer you?" Arthur says dryly.

There is no immediate reply forthcoming. Arthur heaves a sigh, propping himself up on one elbow, his other hand moving to rest flat on John's chest beneath the blanket.

"John."

"Hmm?"

"Jesus Christ," he mutters. "Yes, I'd still love you if you weren't human. You weren't anything of the sort before, and I loved you the same then. This... this relationship isn't conditional, you know."

"Relationship?" John echoes.

"What else would you have me call it?"

John immediately deflects his question with another. "Would you still love me if I didn't have any bones?"

At this Arthur lets his exasperated laugh fly loose from his lips. "What the hell is that one supposed to mean?" he says, the gentle ring of his amusement breaking through the silence of the darkened bedroom. "John, you're clearly overtired. I think you should try and sleep."

"Just answer the question," he retorts, brow furrowing in a frown he's too exhausted to force upon his mouth. "Would you?"

"Sure. I'd drape you over my shoulder like an old coat. You could spend the rest of your boneless life being carried around by me."

"And you'd love me if I didn't have any arms?"

"Maybe. Legs are off the table, though. That one's purely conditional, I'm afraid.

He hears a quiet disgruntled huff and smiles, satisfied.

"John, darling, please go to sleep," he says, smoothing down wayward curls behind John's left ear. "You're not making any sense."

"Arthur," John whispers, "would you love me if you knew what I had done in the dark world?"

"...What?"

"If you knew," John repeats, for all the world as unmoving as a corpse save for the murmur of his mouth. "Would you still love me?"

"Of course," Arthur answers immediately, instinctively. His laughter fades, a hundred rebuttals rising in the nauseous swell of uncertainty in his ribs. "John, why are you-"

But John cuts him off.

"No, Arthur, I want you to think about it. Really, honestly consider it. If I told you, if you... asked me to tell you. Would you still want to know me? Want to keep me around?"

"You're not some-" he pauses, flustered. "You're not some stray animal I let hang about out of pity, John. What are you on about?"

"Arthur. Please."

John never said please. So he breathes out, and considers.

He thinks back to when he had first opened that book and lost his eyesight in the process. He'd lost so much more afterwards - any sense of normalcy he had regained since her death, a partner who had been a far better man than he ever hoped to be, a job to keep his mind and body occupied when he yearned for simple distractions. All of it, vanished, replaced by a string of horrors beyond their combined comprehension which continued to tail him. Even in the small moments where he thought himself safe for a brief respite, images of blood and black stone burned upon the backs of his eyelids, a constant reminder of what he couldn't get back.

They'd done so much damage in their time together, to one another, to others. No life they'd crossed paths with departed from them without significant impact. The amount of people whose blood stained his hands was a blur, each face a point he'd been pushed to through inaction or direct choice. Guilt over that simple fact would likely plague his ghost long after he was dead. Regardless of where his life led him, he still had a choice in what he did. So often he felt he chose incorrectly.

Arthur imagines what he would have resorted to if John hadn't been there to pull him up out of bedrock in the mines beneath Addison. John had choices, too, but he didn't have a voice of reason in the dark world, didn't have a conscience embedded in his mind. For someone so ancient his emotions were still so youthfully felt. Deserving of consequence, certainly. Inexcusable, perhaps. Yet in terms of growth, he could understand how someone trapped seemingly endlessly in a nightmare would regress back to an old self to survive. He had done it numerous times himself, and John had always sought to bring him back.

He rests his head back on the pillow. A city just beyond walls he can't see persists as a background hum of light and sound, comforting now instead of noisy. How reassuring to know when he couldn't sleep, someone else just around the corner out beneath the night sky likely wasn't sleeping either.

"Yes," he says eventually. "I would still love you if I knew."

There's a sigh, some unnameable emotion, possibly relief. "Do you want me to tell you?" John asks quietly.

"No," he says slowly. "Not until you're ready. I know you aren't, so don't lie to me otherwise."

John grumbles disapprovingly, yet offers no further protest. Instead he starts to roll, arms reaching, searching in the moonlit black, and they connect somewhere in the center of a loose embrace; imperfect, damaged, somewhat whole.

"Go to sleep," Arthur says again, nestled in his warmth. "You're very tired, John."

"No."

"I'm sure you'd feel much better in the morning."

"I won't."

"Mhm. Goodnight. We can talk about it more tomorrow?"

John doesn't respond, already lost in the tide. Arthur listens for a long while, drifting off with concern. It was likely this conversation would come up again. For now, he hopes his simple assurances were enough.

The even rise and fall of John's chest lends him enough of an answer.

[anganginnie]

yoon keeho ⋆. 𐙚 ˚ campus fuckboy

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WARNINGS/CONTAINS : nsfw, slight manipulation and coercion but only when they're playing tod, reader is a loser lowk, sex in a closet, no protection (stay safe y'all don't do this), shy reader idk, soyeon mention, not a lot of use of y/n, and a lil rushed cause I got sick of writing at the end lmao, not proofread

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Your first few weeks of college were unexpectedly a handful, stressed with school and having to get used to being by yourself-- so you decided to let your mind off things, going to your first campus party and introducing yourself to a few people that attended.

For the first time in a long time, you had fun. You weren't stressing about college funds and how you were going to get a job, you were just living life at that point.

After the party died down a little, the man hosting for the night decided to spice it up before everyone left, choosing a game of truth or dare. Now, you were never the type to party all night and hook up with random people you had just met, but after being constantly pressured by almost everyone there to join, you caved in.

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You were all sat in a circle, legs crossed with two dark purple stacks of 'Truth' or 'Dare' cards in the middle of everyone. You weren't used to this at all and had been warned about most of the people here being huge assholes, but why not give it a shot? I mean, you could always go back to being the loser you were known for, but fuck it. Who cares?

There was an empty beer bottle next to the deck of cards, someone would spin it, watching as it landed on someone else, and read out their truth or dare.

"Come on, Keeho, spin the bottle!" A girl with light brown hair next to you shouted, biting her lip slightly as he gave her a single glance. Your eyes scanned for this Keeho guy before finally landing on him, looking him up and down but in the best way possible. He had a few peircings and silver chains hanging down a red jersey. His blonde hair and sharp jawline was enough to remember for you.

You watched intensively as he spun the beer bottle, sitting across from you with the slightest grin.

The room went silent as the bottle stopped moving.

Keeho raked his fingers through his slightly frizzy hair, letting out a small chuckled before shifting his body somewhat to face you.

"Truth or dare?"

There was something about his deep, sultry voice that almost made you fold immediately. But of course, you weren't gonna fall for some random man that easily, were you?

"..Truth." You muttered, watching with a faintly confused expression as everyone around you groaned almost in unison.

"What? Did I say something wrong?" The clueless question that left your lips was embarrassing to say the least.

"Come on, pretty girl. We came here to have fun, not to play a children's game." He let out a small scoff, folding his arms as he kept his eyes on you. The atmosphere suddenly felt much thicker, gulping harshly as he spoke.

It was quiet for a few seconds before someone else spoke up, a girl with bright orange hair sitting next to the boy that was currently staring you down.

"She's no fun, Keeho. Just spin again and move on." She rolled her eyes, almost mimicking his pose exactly as she crossed her arms with a small scowl.

Everyone around you quickly began to agree, whining and bitching about your choice of truth. Now, being the annoying people pleaser you are, immediately gave in to the party goers.

"Alright, alright. Give me a dare, then." You huffed, repositioning yourself and sitting on your lower legs-- barely able to hide how irritated you were.

"Mm, there you go." He praised with a menacing smirk, his eyes leaving your for a quick second to read the card in his hands, but not missing how your cheeks heated up at his words.

"Stand in a closet with the person across from you for atleast 10 minutes." He let out a soft sigh, sounding more like a groan as he stood up from his seat on the floor. "I'm not a goddamn kid," He mumbled, fixing his rather disheveled clothes before looking back at you.

"You comin'? We don't have all night, sweetheart." He said with a sarcastic tone, walking over to you and offering you a gentle hand, his grin growing wide as you reluctantly accepted it.

You didn't utter another word before moving to the nearest closet, allowing his hand to drop from yours as you were both shoved into the small space.

It was full of clothes and knick knacks, making it harder to even move around to some degree.

You attempted to back away from him as much as possible, still slightly on edge about being in such a closed off space with a stranger.

"Oh, no. Don't tell me you're scared of little ol' me." He teased lightly, making you roll your eyes at his confidence and ability to swoon anyone he came across.

"I just met you, Keeho. Why the hell would I not be scared?" Your face scrunched up slightly as you spoke, watching as he seemed to be amused with all of this, although you were technically pressured into being there.

"Wow, you know my name, surprising for someone who doesn't leave her damn dorm."

His smug smile was so alluring, but so fucking annoying at the same time.

You stayed silent for a good minute, questioning to yourself whether you should entertain this or not.

His breathing was slow and controlled, eyes scanning yours for anything that told him to pull you closer, despite barely knowing each other.

"What, you don't trust me, doll?"

Doll.

The nickname rung in your head like a bell, your body feeling unusually warm. Your tongue ran over your top lip as you listened to his silvery voice.

That stupid coy smile on his face didn't move an inch as he stared at you, taking small steps towards you even in the tight space you were both in-- stopping only when you were inches away.

You should feel frightened, unsafe, scared, so why did you feel the desire to grab him by his collar and take him right there, right there while everyone was right outside.

"Hm? You like that?" His fixed gaze locked with yours, his hunger for you evident as he gently moved a hand to your waist.

Was this wrong? Shameful, even? You couldn't think, not with how he spoke to you in such an irresistible manner.

"Talk to me, baby. Use your words, tell me what you want." He pressed his forehead against yours, and even if he couldn't see you, he could tell you were biting your lip just thinking about him.

"Fuck me. I- I need you to fuck me until I can't walk straight-"

That was all the boy needed to hear to finally shove his lips onto yours, his hands roaming all over your body. He waited for this, he needed this.

You let out a small whimper as he moved to your neck, mumbling strained curses as he sucked on your skin. His hand moved to roughly grip your ass, his lower half pressing up against your thigh.

"Can't believe I didn't fuck you earlier, shit-" He murmured, moving back to your lips before tangling his fingers in your hair, yanking harshly.

A moan escaped your mouth, and Keeho quickly took that as an invitation to shove two fingers down your throat. "Fuck, you'll take me so well, isn't that right?" He moved his hand from your hair and stripped you from your bottoms, gently separating his fingers from your mouth.

"Keeho.." You let out a whine, feeling like the anticipation was driving you insane at this rate. "Be patient, baby." His lips began to make their way down to your stomach, leaving you breathless as he continued to go lower until finally reaching your clothed cunt.

He hooked his middle finger into the hem of your panties, slowly pulling them down your thighs as he kept his gaze on you.

You watched with ragged and uneven breaths as he spread your folds apart, steadily sucking on your clit without warning.

The sharp gasp that left your body earned a small chuckle from the boy currently lapping at your pussy, mumbling something along the lines of how wet you were already.

You felt yourself getting closer to your peak, shaky hands roughly gripping his hair from above.

"Ah, fuck- Keeho, please..." Your eyes flickered with lust, watching as he savored the taste of your arousal.

"Be a good girl and come for me, yeah?" He coaxed, his tongue working in a quick motion-- smirking as your eyelids fluttered closed. You completely forgot about the 10 minutes you were forced to be in here, your hips bucking into Keeho's mouth, panting heavily.

A loud, involuntary moan escaped your lips, a sound that sent a rush of heat to your cheeks as you almost forgot you were technically in public. Your gaze fell upon him, his chin glistening with your juices, an embarrassing yet thrilling sight to see.

"I'll give you my dick next time we get shoved in here," He casually ran a hand through his hair, not paying any mind to the obvious tent in his pants.

...Next time?

[tainted-liquor]

'Carving Our Love˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶

Pavitr Prabhakar x BlackFem!Reader Ingredients: sugar, kisses, n a lil bit of smiles! TWs: None! W/C: 950 A/N: Listen idgaf. TODAY YOU GOT AN AFRO!!

"So how far is this place exactly?" You heard your boyfriend Pav ask through the quiet whistling of the winds and trees. Around 30 minutes earlier, the two of you decided to go walk to a 'nearby' field to carve your initials into a tree and hang around for a little while. "It's not too far, like another 5 minutes maybe." You shrugged while you spun your pretty pink butterfly knife between your fingers. You sighed in annoyance as you felt the silky white scarf you wore around your forehead to compliment your gorgeous afro shift and loosen slightly. Your absolute heaven-sent boyfriend noticed your shift in attitude, asking you a sweet and polite "What's wrong sweetie?"

"Oh it's nothing, love, my scarf just keeps loosening every time I move my damn brows" you huffed as you pushed your scarf back in place as gently as you could so you wouldn't ruin your edges. You slowly approached the summit of a grassy hill, decorated with 2 lone trees and a now run-down dirt pathway. "We're here!" you chirped as you did a small happy dance before sprinting up the hill. Pavitr giggled as he sprinted behind you, watching as you threw yourself up the grassy peak and gently leaned your shoulder against the tree farthest to the right. "We can either do this one or that one!" you instructed as you pointed the tip of your knife to both trees.

He looked between the seemingly two identical trees before pointing to the one you were leaning on with a bright smile. "Hmm…This one!" He cheered as he eagerly leaned against the opposite side of the tree, resting his palm on the rough bark and leaning over to make sure he was able to see you. "Ok, let's…ugh." You huff as your scarf slides smoothly off of your head, lying loosely around your neck. Pav immediately rushes over to you, gently tying the soft silk back around your head. You noticed how careful he was being, rather than the usual speedy two-second tie he had been doing since you'd met him.

Pavitr must've sensed your slight confusion, chuckling to himself and muttering a small "I don't know the word for these in English, but I know you're supposed to be careful to not mess them up!" he shrugged as he finalized the knot, carefully tugging to make sure that the scarf wasn't planning on falling again. It took you a couple of seconds to realize what he was referring to, but it smacked you like a truck when he realized that you were referring to your edges. You giggled as you gave Pavitr the pink butterfly knife, watching as he slowly etched out a wide heart in the center of the tree. "These are called edges, my love. Or baby hairs, but they're just the hair at the tip of my hairline styled! It helps add a lil bit of style to my hair," you explained with a small grin.

"Ohhh!" He silently gasped as the gears in his brain slowly began turning again, passing the small knife back to you so you could carve your first initial into the tree bark. "Can you do mine then!?" he asks eagerly as he puts a hand in his hair, jokingly ruffling it like a madman and posing like a vogue model. "I think they'd look great on me! Just like they do on you, Jaan!" he muttered out in between giggles. You rolled your eyes playfully, carving the last few lines in the tree as you finished carving a small letter into the bark. "You get on my nerves, you know that? Fine, I'll do them when we get back to my room." You chuckled as you sat on the grass, wrapping both arms around your legs and resting your chin on your knees.

He smiles warmly, humming to himself as he carves a very fancy 'P' into the deep oak. He then etched a small plus sign between the initials, drawing cute little hearts around the eternal signature you two had created in the 'sands' of time. He joined you as you sat on the grass, gently leaning his head on your shoulder as you mindlessly ran your fingers through the pointy blades of grass. You felt the gentle and crisp wind leave its version of small kisses against your bare arms, shuddering as they left goosebumps in their trail. While you were busy enjoying the comfortable silence and the orange hues of sunlight, your boyfriend analyzed and basked in your ambiance.

He watched through thick lashes as your earthy and gold jewelry glimmered against the warm rays of the sun, creating a beautiful disco-ball effect against your brown skin. Pav always loved spending time with you, escaping from the absolute chaos that was his universe and suffocating himself with your presence. But you didn't know that, you just thought he moved here from Mumbattan. So when the sun began to set over your family's cozy house, you two disappeared from the habitat of your room and went to find something to do together. You gently laid your head on top of Pavitr's, looking at the seemingly small city below you.

You spent the next few hours like that, watching the world move forward without the two of you as you froze yourselves in time. When the warm summer-colored sky turned dark and blue, you two raised yourselves from your spot and began your descent back down the hill. Stuffing the pink butterfly knife in your back pocket while Pavitr threw one arm around your shoulder, holding you as close as possible.

"I love you, sweetie."

"I love you too Pavi."

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[spiteless-xo]

May we see that soft Eren you were talking about? 👀

here is a lil snippet of what i've been working on oop it's a very unedited draft so apologies in advance if it's a disaster

im hoping to make it a multichapter series?? slow-burn enemies to lovers?? but don't hold your breath, idk when it'll be finished

“Hey, are you—” he looks down at his phone, brows pinching together and lips pursing as he reads out your name, butchering the pronunciation completely. You didn’t even know it was possible to say your name so wrong.

You correct him with a grimace, leaning away from your laptop as you cross your arms over your chest.

His gaze lifts from his phone back to you, smiling with just the corner of his mouth. “Right. Sorry.”

“You’re late.” You nod to the clock hanging at the far end of the library. The two of you had agreed to meet to work on this project at seven this morning—he’s almost forty-five minutes late.

His smile widens into a boyish grin, eyes wrinkling in the corners as he pulls out the chair next to you. He puts his bag onto the table and throws his weight into the chair as he sits down, drawing the attention of a few of the nearby students.

“I was hoping that if I was late enough, you’d just do the project without me,” he says, and you roll your eyes. “Did you?”

“You’ve gotta be kidding me.”

What can you say to the professor to get you out of doing this project with him? It almost feels like some sort of cosmic joke that the two of you have been paired together for this. The professor said the pairings were randomly assigned, but there’s no way that’s true.

You are always fifteen minutes early to class with your iPad in hand. You colour-code all your notes and have a strict schedule for getting your assignments done well before the due date. You ask relevant questions during class and always volunteer an answer when the professor poses a question. You’re a model student—you always have been.

And ever since you were a kid, you’ve been punished for it by being forced to babysit problem students. Because you’re so smart and so quiet and so well-behaved, you always get stuck next to the annoying, smart-ass kids who show up late to class and who barely hand their assignments in on time. As if your good behaviour will somehow rub off on them.

It hasn’t worked before and you doubt it’ll work now, especially when you’re paired with Eren fucking Jaeger.

You lift your hands from your chest, tapping gently at your temples in a soothing gesture—something your counsellor taught you to help manage the stress of your workload. You take slow, calming breaths, and try to compose yourself before turning to look over at Eren, seated beside you.

He has one arm resting on his bag while the other palm lays sprawled across his thigh, his knee bouncing up and down impatiently as he stares at you. “I’m gonna take that as a no.”

“It’s not possible for me to do all this work by myself,” you say, lowering your hands and clasping them together on the desk. “This is the capstone project. Our report will determine if we pass or fail the class.”

“So…”

“So,” you say, voice tight as you feel your blood burning in your veins, “we need to work on this together.”

“Ok, fine. I was just joking, anyway, nerd.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Sorry—another joke.” He crosses both arms across his backpack, leaning forward to rest his chin on his arms. “So… what are we supposed to be doing?”

You sigh in frustration, turning away from him and back to your laptop. You pull up the syllabus for Professor Hange’s class, scrolling down to the last page where it gives detailed instructions on the capstone project due at the end of the semester.

This project is supposed to help showcase everything you’ve learned from your year-long environmental sustainability course. Part one of the course is required for all students attending Paradis University, but part two and the capstone project are optional. Usually, only students in the environmental science program take both parts or students looking for something to pad their med school application.

Eren falls into the first camp—an environmental sciences student who needs this class to graduate. You’d think that kind of pressure would give him the motivation to show up to class on time. Or to pay attention. Or to be engaged, at all, with the capstone project. But it barely seems like he’s even paying attention as you summarize the requirements to him.

You fall into the second category—a biochem student looking for something to help you get accepted into your dream school. Which is why it’s all the more important that Eren Jaeger doesn’t fuck this up for you. 

“There’s a lot of different options we can take with this project. I’ve come up with a few ideas on my own already,” you explain. You turn your computer to face him, pulling up your Google Doc of ideas for the capstone project, highlighting your favourite idea—micro-sustainability initiatives for towns that don’t have local recycling programs—in bold. “Let me know if you see anything that interests you.”

He hums in thought, pushing back the long strands of dark hair out of his face as he leans forward to peer at your computer. “Your font size is so small. How can you even see anything?” Eren reaches out with both hands, grabbing your laptop and dragging it toward him as he squints at the screen.

“Maybe you need glasses,” you say, scrunching your nose as you see him leave greasy fingerprints on your computer.

“Yeah, probably. Hey, y’know… none of these are really speaking to me.”

Your brows shoot up into your hairline—the audacity of this man.

“Isn’t there something we can do that’s a little more local-focused?” He pushes the laptop back toward you, leaning back in his chair and balancing on the rear two legs. “I just feel like all the shit you wanna do isn’t realistic.”

“It’s not supposed to be realistic,” you say, pulling the sleeve of your hoodie over the heel of your hand to wipe away the smudges he left on your laptop.

“Shouldn’t it be?”

“No.”

He clicks his tongue and drums his fingers against the table. “I dunno… I just don’t really see how we can do any of this—” he lifts a hand to gesture vaguely at your computer, teetering on the legs of his chair precariously “—and actually promote any change, y’know? Like, these are just hypotheticals, there’s no feasible way we can follow through with any of this.”

“We don’t have to follow through with it,” you say. You turn back to your computer, flicking through your tabs until you find the syllabus again. “We just have to ‘demonstrate the ability to gather materials, review current literature, and to examine sufficient background material to inform the development of original work.’ It doesn’t say anything in here about actually putting our plan into place.”

“Yeah, sure… but wouldn’t it be cool if we did?”

He shoots you another one of his boyish smiles and if you were one of the other brainless girls at the school, maybe you’d start giggling and blushing and agreeing with him—but you’re not. You’re an aspiring heart surgeon and you don’t have time for this idiot’s attempts at derailing your project.

“Let’s just stick with one of my ideas, ok?” you clip your words, moving back to your screen of ideas and pointing at the highlighted line. “Let’s do this.”

“I don’t wanna do that one.”

“Well, I don’t see you coming up with any other great ideas and the project proposal is due at the end of next week. I can work on the Introduction tonight and send you a copy and as long as you’re able to get me the Goals and Process by the end of this week, I should be able to—”

“Didn’t you hear me? I said, I don’t want to do that one.”

You sigh and bring your hands up to tap at your temples as you count to three.

One. You shouldn’t dismiss him like this off the bat, that’s not like you. You should hear him out. Maybe—just maybe—he has a good idea.

Two. This is a partner project, so the two of you need to work on this together. Even if you tried to steamroll over him and do this project yourself—which you can’t—he will still have to fill out his peer evaluation forms, and depending on what he says, that might end up hurting your grade.

Three. He’s made it this far, hasn’t he? You might not need this class to graduate, but he definitely does. There’s no way he’s been coasting off his other classmates' work these past four years, so maybe he has some insight that could really elevate your project, being an environmental sciences student and all.

“Ok, Eren, what ideas do you have?” you ask, lowering your hands and clasping them in your lap before turning to face him.

“Hmm… I’m thinking… travel mugs.”

He… what?

“What do you mean by that?” you ask, trying to stay positive.

He sucks his teeth, eyes rolling up to the ceiling in thought as his chair lands on all four legs. “I dunno yet, I need to talk it out, still.”

“Well… reusable products often have a positive impact on the environment as opposed to single-use waste,” you suggest.

He nods, snapping his fingers. “Yeah, exactly!” he whispers. “I mean, just look at everyone here.” Eren leans toward you conspiratorially, gesturing to the other students seated at the tables nearby. You can smell the warm, vanilla scent of his cologne as he moves close and you turn your head away with a wrinkle of your nose. “How many single-use cups do you see? One, two, three…”

Eren counts them off out loud, pointing with his hand close to his chest as he does so. You follow his finger, counting alongside him in your head. Out of the six other occupied tables you can see, there are fifteen single-use coffee cups—including the one on your table beside your laptop with the logo of one of the student-run on-campus cafes emblazed on the side.

He clicks his tongue and shoots you a look from the corner of his eyes, his brows twitching and his lips curling up into a smile. “See? That’s a lot. And that’s only from tables we can see, on this floor. Imagine the study rooms, the other classrooms—hell, what about the entire school?”

You turn away from his glimmering, eager eyes and create space between your bodies to cross your arms over your chest. “Ok, yeah. That’s a lot of cups. How does this relate to our capstone project? Do you want the school to start selling travel mugs at the gift shop or something? They already do that.”

“No, no, no.” Eren shakes his head with a sigh, like you’re the idiot. “I’m thinking something more accessible.”

“More accessible than a reusable travel mug?” you say, unable to mask your tone of disbelief. Eren levels you with a stern look and you think it’s the first time you’ve seen him without a shit-eating grin. “I shouldn’t have to remind you, Eren, that this is an environmental sciences capstone project… this isn’t for a commerce class, we don’t need to invent a new product.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m not thinking product design, anyway. Just something a little more…” His fingers wiggle in the air, as if he’s physically searching the air for a word, snapping his fingers when he finds something. “Ok, so, you know how in Hizaru they have those little umbrella holders outside of all the shops?”

“I’ve never been to Hizaru.”

“Oh… uhh… well, they do. They have these little boxes outside so you don’t have to bring your dripping wet umbrella into the store with you.” He draws an imaginary box in the air with his two index fingers to help you visualize the concept. “Umbrellas can be pretty cheap and non-descript so the umbrella culture in Hizaru is pretty… mi kasa es su kasa.”

He chuckles at that, looking up from his imaginary umbrella holder to flash you another smile but you keep your face neutral and he returns to his explanation.

“Basically, if you don’t have an umbrella, you can borrow one if you need it, as long as you return it to another holder somewhere for someone else to use,” he finishes. “What if we recommended something like that to the cafeteria and all the cafes on campus so people have the option of using a reusable mug instead of creating single-use waste.”

That’s… actually not a bad idea.

You sit up a little taller in your seat, moving your hands from where they’re crossed over your chest to rest on the keyboard of your laptop, instead. “That’s an interesting idea… and it aligns with Paradis University’s goals of becoming more sustainable—especially if we can demonstrate the impact that it would have on waste.”

“Exactly what I was thinking,” he grins. “We could do an assessment of the current waste created by single-use cups and try to extrapolate the impact our recommendation would have, assuming a—”

“Even a little as a one-percent buy-in would have a huge impact on waste on campus,” you say, clearing off your ideas document and filling it with notes on this new project, instead. “There’s seventy thousand students at Paradis, a one-percent buy-in over one semester could have an impact of approximately—” you type out numbers with the calculator on your phone “—ten thousand single-use cups!”

Eren smiles so wide that his eyes squint and he reaches forward, resting his hands on your shoulders to give you a firm squeeze. “See? That’s exactly the kind of thing that’s gonna drive Hange nuts. We’re all but guaranteed to ace the project—if we can pull it off.”

You swat his hands away, but there’s a lingering warmth on your skin from where his palms rested. “Ok, yeah. I’m open to doing this, as long as you pull your weight.”

“Why wouldn’t I pull my weight?”

“You’re always—” you gesture vaguely “—you’re always late for class or disruptive when Hange’s teaching.”

He opens his mouth to dispute you, but then closes it with a solemn nod.

“I’m really busy with my other classes, but why don’t we try to work on this independently and then meet up Monday mornings to go over the project? That way, we know what our objectives are each week and what we need to do together to get it done.”

Eren’s brows raise with interest. “Wow, this isn’t your first group project, huh? Sounds like you’re an expert.”

You scoff and roll your eyes. “Unfortunately, I’m used to babysitting.”

He clasps his hands together, resting them on the desk and leaning toward you with a smile. He’s always pushing himself into your personal bubble—you lean back with a frown.

“Don’t worry about having to babysit me, I’m more capable than you think,” he says. “And hey, how about, as a gesture of goodwill, I write the project proposal? You can review it before we submit it to Hange—of course—but since it’s my idea and all, I should be the one to do up the proposal, right?”

Eren Jaeger is a lot of things and you’ll soon find out whether capable can be added to the list.

He’s handsome—objectively speaking. He’s tall with long dark hair and piercing green eyes, like something right out of a fantasy novel, but it’s hard for you to swoon over his looks when he acts like such a mindless idiot all the time. His presence has always been disruptive in class—showing up late and breaking the flow of the professor’s lesson, whispering and laughing loudly with his friends at the back of the class, and high-fiving and yelling with all of his friends in the halls. He’s not really your type.

And you get the sense that Eren’s not used to hearing people say no to him.

You’re not used to relinquishing control like this. Because you’re always getting paired up with people that care about school less than a fraction than the amount that you do, even if it goes against your principles, you always end up taking charge of the project. You may hum and haw about how you don’t want the other group members to ride off your coattails, but at the end of the day, you want a good grade—so you’ll just suck it up and bare it and hope that you’ll never get stuck with them again.

It’s a bad habit, you know that, but it’s your survival strategy.

But maybe, just this once, you’ll let someone else take charge—it’s just the proposal, right?

 “Can you get it done by the end of this week?”

“I can certainly try,” he says, flashing you another grin. “It’ll definitely be ready before our next weekly meeting.”

You glance across the library to the large clock and seeing that your next class starts in fifteen minutes, you allow yourself to concede. “Fine, Eren,” you say as you begin to pack up your things, “but you need to get me your draft proposal by Sunday night, so I have time to look over it before our meeting on Monday.”

Eren watches you as you stand. “You got it, nerd.”

You ignore the flare of irritation that spikes from his words and instead, look down at him with a smile as you say, “See you next week, moron.”

[lgbthequarry]

One lil headcanon of mine is the idea that Jacob and Emma realize they're both gay (or not straight) and become Suffering besties.

Like camp kicks off and Jacob's all 'Macho Man' and Emma indulges his antics and they start hooking up. And at first its pretty casual; they're still practically strangers so it takes a bit to get to know each other and the other counselors.

But then thats when shit starts getting complicated bcuz Jacob and Nick start gettin along like best mates (Jacob doesn't know why he gets all giddy when Nick calls him that), and Emma and Abi grow nearly inseparable (Emma keeps telling herself that the reason she likes Abi's attention so much is bcuz she doesn't have her fanbase atm).

And Jacob and Emma continue hooking up but... it's kinda 'meh' now. Like they enjoy each others company but now its like theres this pressure between them, like a soda can about to burst. Half the time they're together Jacob forgets he's supposed to be sweet talking this girl and not talking about the time he and Nick jumped off the tree walk into the river on a dare. And the other half of the time Emma spends it ditching the guy she's supposedly 'dating' to hang out with Abi and posing for her portraits.

The more their feelings for their friends grow tho, the worse their relationship gets. Bcuz Jacob has a serious case of Internalized Homophobia (he can't be gay, he's cool with others being gay, but theres no way he can be gay), and Emma's locked in a spiral of "she's just a bestfriend, you don't have any of those, stop being weird, you're gonna fuck it up". And soon the only reason they're still together is to play "House" and be the happy couple like everyone thinks they are (talk bout toxic af).

So Jacob's malcontent and broody. And Emma's miserable and bitchy. They end up bickering and occasionally fighting with each other more than they can hold decent conversations together. And whats worse is the others are starting to pick up on it too.

It all comes to a head one night when they've snuck out to the boathouse to meet up. Neither of them even want to be there and start arguing, but then its an all out blow up between them as they lash out at each other with their unacknowledged frustrations. They're both trying to blame the other (they're both to blame really) and ignoring the fact of why they're really not working out. Finally they collapse down on the dock and cry together in silence.

Emma breaks the quiet after a while, wondering if they're both just too fucked up to make it work. And Jacob, for all his dumbassery, hears the self depreciation in her words and its like his anger and wallowing just disappears. Cuz it kinda just clicks for him that no, they're good, just not good together. He tells Emma that and offers that they be just friends. And Emma nearly sags with relief as she agrees, saying she likes him but its nothing more than that. And its like the pressure to keep up the act just completely fizzes out and they're left sitting together finally at peace.

And maybe its the relief or the weightlessness of it all, but after a pause Emma confesses that she thinks she might be a lesbian (and Jacob being Jacob, jokingly "was i really that bad?" to which Emma smacks him over the head repeatedly). But its okay bcuz in the next instant Jacob's confessing that he's maybe coming to terms with being gay too. And theres more crying bcuz fuck is that scary, but its okay bcuz they're in the same lifeboat and they've got each others backs now. (Jacob and Emma being besties is my favorite flavor!)

Emma guesses Jacob has a crush on Nick cuz hes so obvious and Jacob retaliates saying she's got hearteyes every time she so much as thinks about Abi. (Emma pushes Jacob off the dock for it). Emma encourages Jacob to try his hand at flirting with Nick, and he only agrees after he makes her agree to pursue Abi.

Which is a great plan... until they watch Nick and Abi walk into the lodge the next day holding hands and very obviously in love. (Emma's face crumples and it takes all her acting skills to fake a smile as Abi sends a wave her way. And Jacob has to get up and leave, not even touching his lunch, cuz stupid stupid stupid boy, finally when something feels right in his life its gone to shit, what did he expect).

And they get to be miserable angsty teens together while Abi and Nick seemingly flaunt their new relationship around the camp. Like forget Emma/Jacob Toxic Relationship woes. Gimme Emma/Jacob Gay Suffering Solidarity.

(Sidenote: Nick and Abi are fake dating cuz they're bisexual disasters and in love with their bestfriends. Dylan suggested the whole charade in order to make Jacob and Emma jealous. It takes like two weeks, lots of pining, and Kaitlyn intervening bcuz she can't take the fucking stupidity of it all anymore).

[yunasticks]

Wally-Like

A Wally × [Yn]???

Kinda

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"Why hello there Neighbour!" [Yn] they softly greet towards with a sleepy gaze. Julie dashes towards them and engulfs them in a hug.

"Hiiiii!!!" She lifts up the other puppet and swing them around. Julie put them down once she was done, [Yn] was dizzy at the action but they managed to get back on their feet. They fixed their attire and gave the energetic blonde a cat-like smile, very similar to a certain neighbor......

She notices this feature, actually, she notices a lot about them. Quite shocking really, she wasn't really observant yet she can't help but take notes of how [Yn] acts.

"You know...."

"Hhmm?"

"You kinda act like Wally!"

[Yn] looks taken back at the statement. The other puppet tilt their head at the blonde, quiet confused. THEM? Act like a certain gentleman and such a darling puppet as WALLY?

They don't believe that. [Yn] shake their head, "What makes you think that my joyful neighbour?" They asked.

"That!" Julie point it out.

"You always call us 'neighbour' or any other nickname."

One finger.

"Hello there our favorite mailman!" [Yn] greeted Eddie who went to deliver them their mail. Eddie blushed at the nickname and scratch the back of his head in embarrassment.

"Always a gentleman."

Another finger.

[Yn] holds the door open as Howdy walks in with a bunch of crates in his arms, tipping his hat to them as a 'thank you'

"You like eye contact."

And another finger was listed down.

Sally was talking about her new play to [Yn] to which they look at her in the eyes with wide eyes full of interest. Sally wouldn't mind the staring as she loves the attention which boosted her confidence.

"You and Home seems to get along, just like Wally."

Four fingers are now counted as [Yn] is having an existential crisis.

"Your roof is aaaaaaaall fixed!" [Yn] sat on the edge of the roof with a rolled up sleeves, a hammer in hand, and a nail hanging in their mouth. Patting the animated house. Home wave its door back and forth happily, it poofs a heart-shaped smoke from its chimney as [Yn] laughed softly.

"Aaaaaaand your both short."

Julie nonchalantly says, five fingers in total was counted. [Yn]'s eye twitch at that last statement.

Julie came into their home one time having a sleepover. As Julie walks into the kitchen asking why they're taking so long to make some popcorn to eat as they watch some movies. And lo-and-behold, [Yn] was on top of a VERY unstable stacks of things on a stool. I'm talking about microwave, a stack of books, another stool, a pot of plant and- IS THAT A BROOM!?

Julie gape at the sight, jaws dropped. When [Yn] finally noticed her, they wave at them calmly, in hand a microwaveable popcorn.

"[YN]!? WHAT THE [HONK] ARE YOU DOING!? HOW DID YOU GET UP THERE!?!"

The other puppet sighed at their energetic friend, shaking their head playfully. They were amused by their neighbor and that what makes them adore this neighborhood.

"I guess your right neighbour! I am Wally-Like." They shrug their shoulders laughing, Julie smiled and laugh with them. They both calmed down from their little laughing fit. "What's left to do is me all dolled up looking like lil' 'ol Wally Darling!" [Yn] joked as they pose for moment with a smug look with their cat-like smile widened.

'💡'

Julie suddenly grab them by their collar attire and drag them back to their house with the biggest smile on her face. [Yn] was taken back at this action and lay limp there getting drag on the floor with a surprise and shocked look. With a slam of the door, a whirring of blow hair dryer, the sound of a spray can, and a pleading confused yell.

A new look is made!

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Poor [Yn]

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Barnaby and Wally was taking a walk together, joking around (mostly Barnaby). When they both came across Julie, talking to someone excitedly and squealing a little bit. "Hey there Julie, who 'cha talking to?" Barnaby asked the blonde puppet, she turns to the two. Now holding the person she was talking to.

"Look what I did!"

"........Hello......"

Julie held [Yn] like a kid showing them her new pet. [Yn] gave the two best friends a nervous wave and smile. Barnaby burst out in laughter once he saw the situation in hand while Wally just tilt his head in curiosity and hint of amusement twinkling in his eyes.

[Yn]'s hair is style up in Wally's infamous pompadour hairstyle and also dyed in dark navy blue. The pompadour was styled-up in a messy way yet it stayed in it's shape, some of their hair strands sticking out wildly. It was a sloppy job but it works. They wore the same outfit as Wally, blue cardigan, rainbow pants, black and white shoes and a red ascot.

"Did you REALLY need to dye my hair?"

"YES!"

Julie finally sets them down on their feet as Barnaby's still ongoing laughs in the background. [Yn] shyly smiled at her and move backwards a little, bumping onto one and only, Wally Darling.

"Oh! I'm quite sorry about that. I didn't see you-"

Wally tuck a stray hair behind their ear, cutting off the dolled up [Yn]. They blushed in embarrassment and chuckle a little. "You look quite dashing today though your hair need a little bit more improvement." Wally suggested before moving a back a little, he kept his gaze to [Yn]. They roll their eyes playfully, "Tell that to that fashionista/hairstylist over there." [Yn] point a thumb towards the pink puppet who just gave [Yn] a smug look.

Wally merely chuckles in amusement. [Yn] fondly smiled at the darling puppet as Barnaby finally calmed down from his laughing and he's now laying on his back, staring at the blue clear sky as the wind blows softly to the group.

[Yn] opened their mouth to speak yet Julie took them again by the collar.

"I gotta show this to Frank!"

"Wait—ACK!"

Wally watch Julie drag [Yn] away with a smile. He waves at them before walking over to his best friend.

"Come on Barnaby. Let's go to Howdy's."

Barnaby and Wally went together to Howdy's Place, as Wally's mind wander to the 'Wally-Like' puppet.

"Hhmm, they look good in blue color."

--------------<3

*inhales*

*exhales*

English not main language. Fuck I suck. I don't what I made. I think it's a prompt? Or a short story or whatever you guys want to call it. I'm sorry this sucks, A fuck ton of wrong grammars and a bullshit storyline........

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[lowkeyclueless5137]

Actually, can I ask how exactly what it was like for the omnitrix users as kids to first discover the Omnitrix and uses its to actually do something with it? This applies for all routes

I have 2 asks with this here and here

For Kalim and Epel, Yuu comes in later as more of a tuturor. Same outlandish backgrounds and same wine aunt energy. :3

Now for the particulars:

Riddle absolutely didn't know what his mom signed him up for. Yuu was teaching him all kinds of martial arts, how to fight aliens, operating futuristic tech and weapon handling. There was a lot to learn, but Yuu had a reasonable schedule, nice food and actually Riddle was allowed to go outside and play with other kids in the city neighborhood (they were in another city so yep)

At one point, Yuu decides that it's time to move out of the country. Of course, Mrs Rosehearts showed no problem in taking Riddle too since it was 'for learning' and Yada Yada. The 2 end up in the city of flowers suburbs, a much less crowded city, where it's quiet enough so Yuu can properly train Riddle, now with the omnitrix to boot.

At first, the redhead was scared, but Yuu was trustable and didn't do anything to harm him up until now, so there more calmness in the situation. Everything is more controlled and overall Riddle ends up enjoying his new ability and for granted wants to use it to do a lot of good with it.

We befriend Rollo in here too! :D

Now for Kalim. At first, he and Jamil were curious lil kiddos who wanted to absolutely poke and play around with the device. Even if it was latched to Kalim's wrist.

Cue new tutor Yuu coming through. Tutoring both of them all kinds of stuff. Later on Yuu reveals that they actually trained Kalim how to use the omnitrix and fight, while Jamil on how to handle Kalim and other various aliens.

Epel has a more direct approach with Yuu. Yuu tells him point blank because how else are they gonna make this lil mf to listen to them??? The training is Epel's favourite activity since he hopes it could help him become buff in his normal form.

In here, the reason Yuu came in a bit later is because this was a small village and Yuu needed to get some land, build a nice house, establish a farm hustle and put up good with the villagers before they could take in Epel for tutoring. During that, Epel makes it his personal mission to fuck around in the woods as different aliens. Oh he's having the time of his life. :'3

And last, but not least, Idia. Yuu coming out clean and everything made things so much easier. STIX would keep the omnitrix hidden and secure and Yuu could worry less about finding a suitable wearer.

But even so, the Shroud brothers are catching Yuu's attention, especially Idia. At first Idia was the wary one, always trying to pose as a wall in between Yuu and the very excited Ortho. Idia did warm up a bit later after a lot of hanging out and wild stories, but Yuu saw that potential and deemed the kid as suitable.

Cue the incident. With Idia immediately down and ready to protect his lil bro from either Phanthoms or the aliens, Yuu decides to have a more 'spontaneous' class. Idia was already familiar with the concept of the omnitrix and how it worked in theory, yet still he wasn't that prepared in the art of fighting nor was he used to having any significant and sudden body change. Yuu thankfully was there to aid him through it.

Idia still feels guilty about Ortho losing his arm, but at least his brother was alive and mostly flesh and blood. So his grief is mostly short-lived, also bc of Yuu playing the therapist role.

After that, Idia has to go through a lot of training. And overall he gets pretty good at it, but still keeps his PE scores as bearly passing at school so that no one would question him.

[villainessprefect]

“This is...all for me? Are you sure? Well then, we can’t let any of this go to waste! ...Thanks. For all of this. I mean it.”

poses it’s Vale’s (and my) birthday!! it’s a lil rushed cuz I wanted it out on time and a lot of things happened at once...but I got it done!!

template found here if you’re ever interested in doing one yourself!!

Voicelines under the cut!

Summon: “There are so many folks here! Are they all really here for me?”

“I never expected a crowd like this. I have you to thank for this? Haha, don’t worry, being in the spotlight won’t hurt for just one day.”

Groovy: “I don’t really need presents, you know? Just being able to spend time with you is good enough for me.”

Set to Home: “You think I can use this outfit as a spare uniform? Actually scratch that, it’s too flashy.”

Home Idle 1: “I can’t remember the last time I had a party this big. I guess I’m just used to smaller ones. Maybe I could get used to this too...?”

Home Idle 2: “Would you believe that Azul gave me a really pretty notebook?! It’s sea themed too! Makes me wana try and write an oceanic adventure in it. Think he’d be mad if I used him for inspiration?”

Home Idle 3: “Ace and Deuce were in my room when I woke up. Instead of seeing Grim’s sleeping face, I was greeted to some poppers. That’s one way to start a birthday.”

Home, login: “Hey, hey, when it’s your birthday, what do you wish for? Simple things or impossible dreams?”

Home Idle, Groovy: “Once upon a time...Hm. That doesn’t sound right. No, you know what? I’ll make it work. Ah! Sorry. I got hit with a new idea and want to write it down while it’s still fresh.”

Tap Home 1: “Are there any interesting birthday stories you have? I can’t recall anything out of the ordinary...I got to hold a really big snake once though! I was really young and had it hang around my shoulders. Huh? That’s weird?”

Tap Home 2: “Ortho said Idia would show up later and he’d hand me his present himself. I wonder what it is. He did promise he’d play some games with me today too...I can’t wait for that.”

Tap Home 3: “Riddle sat me down and told me some important birthday rules. Honestly...I don’t remember most of them. Whoopsie.”

Tap Home 4: “Birthdays signify another year passing. You can look back on what you’ve done from your last birthday and how you’ve grown. I haven’t even been here for a whole year but it sure feels like it. Think I’ve grown while I’m here?”

Tap Home 5: “Grim said he doesn’t know when his birthday is. I told him that we could share mine and he seemed kinda shocked? Anyway, next year, please, celebrate both of us.”

Tap Home, Groovy: “You wana get away from the crowd for a bit with me? I’m not trying to run away, I just need a quiet moment.”

[buckys-black-dress]

i follow you (pretend you want me to)

a/n: hey guys. i know its been a reeaaaally long time but here we are with a nice lil best friends brother bucky fic! this is what happens when your best friend has a cute older brother but you know it'll never happen.

wc: 3k words

[ best friend's brother!bucky barnes x fem!reader ]

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You never, ever, in all in your years, imagine you would find yourself in the position you're currently in.

As someone who only recently became local to the New York City area, your best friend Rebecca has been letting you stay at her place as a favor as you search for an apartment.

It's been a bit difficult so far, as the rent is insanely expensive and you've been extremely busy with your job as a new nurse.

The other part?

Oh, right.

The fact that Rebecca lives with her shy, albeit gorgeous, older brother, James.

You've been best friends with Rebecca for 3 years now, but you both clicked so easily from the beginning, like sisters. You would spend any free weekends traveling to New York to see her, which meant staying with James when he was there.

At first, you never realized that James himself was just a quiet guy. At times, his silence made you uneasy; like he was silently judging you.

But over time, you've come to realize he just kept to himself. He was also a big homebody, but he still has a solid friend group that he goes out with from time to time.

So back to the current situation.

Rebecca had an early class she had on Fridays, and she left while telling you to make yourself at home and raid the fridge for breakfast.

So, naturally, you asked James if he'd like some, as well.

And he agreed. So you got started on a breakfast spread that Rebecca could have some of when she got back as well.

"You made so much food, Y/N. Who's gonna eat all of this?" James comes out of his room, sweatpants hanging low on his hips and a white t-shirt that may be a size too small for him.

Good god. Why am I staying here? I really need to find my own place. Fast.

"Oh, well... I felt bad. So I thought I'd make enough for Becca when she got back. It's also a thank you for letting me stay here, I guess." You justify with a timid smile.

"You know you're always welcome here, Y/N." He smiles and you feel your heart stutter.

"Thanks, James. I really appreciate it. Anyways, the food's all ready if you wanna sit and eat?"

He nods and takes his place at one of the wooden stools on the other side of the counter and you slide a plate in front of him.

"So, Y/N, I never asked you about what happened when you got home?" James poses after a few minutes of silence.

He was referring to when while you were gone for a weekend coming to see Becca, but your mom had recently found out you had gotten a tattoo on a whim while you were out with friends one weekend.

Of course, you hid it from your parents, and while you were careful to not let it show, you knew the spot wasn't too hidden and it was only a matter of time until they saw.

Your mother saw it on a faithful afternoon, and from there it spiraled.

Your dad hated tattoos, but your parents had let you get one when you first turned 18 as a one-and-done deal.

Of course, one wasn't enough.

The tattoo was on your inner upper arm, placed delicately right in the crook of your underarm. You often had to look for it to see it. It was a small envelope with a heart sealing it. It was simple and cute, on a whim you decided to get it and you loved it.

Although you didn't think every tattoo had to have some deep meaning, this one was just for you.

But alas, while you were away for a weekend, your mother had decided to tell your father about it.

It was a good thing... and a bad thing.

On one hand, you knew he was going to be extremely upset with you.

But on the other, he had a few days to process what you did while you were still gone, and you hoped this would help him calm down a little bit before you got back.

While you were with Becca, James was the one who found you in a panic about the news when your mother told you that she told your father.

"Hey, you okay?" His voice comes from across the room.

Your form on the couch is quite the sight. Eyes, bulging and wide. Shoulders squared and tense. Not a hint of a smile on your face.

"Uh- I... I am not. But that's alright. I can deal with it later." You try to laugh it off.

"No, what's wrong? Maybe I can help." He offers, and you smile at that. You wonder how a while ago, you thought he hated you. He was just a quiet person.

"I just... I'm in trouble with my parents. I got a tattoo a while back and my mom saw it, and now she told my dad while I'm here. So I think I might get my ass kicked once I get back home." You explain with a nervous laugh.

"Oh... that really sucks. What's the tattoo?" He asks curiously, and you lift your t-shirt sleeve to point it out. "That's not so bad... trust me, I've seen much worse."

"Yeah, my parents just don't love tattoos and I was only supposed to have one that they allowed, but this one was just for me, you know?" You tell him.

"I get it... I mean, you're probably gonna still get more down the line, so maybe this is a good thing. Get them acclimated to them." James laughs, and it makes you crack a smile.

"Oh," you breathed out a laugh, "it was honestly fine. He got mad for a few minutes and kind of got over it. He would get pissed when I would wear shirts where you could see it but he's pretty much past it now."

"That's good. So does that mean it's okay if you get more, or they're still gonna give you a hard time?" He wonders.

"Funny, I've actually already gotten another since then. But it's also pretty small." It was kind of ironic how big of a deal your parents made, but they just decided you were never going to listen. So now, it was just best to do whatever you wanted.

Which was to get a bunch of tattoos.

"Really? Can I see?"

The question catches you off guard for a moment, not expecting him to be so eager to ask you to see the new ink.

"Oh! Sure, it's on my back, so let me just..." Your voice trails off, quickly turning away from him to lift the back of your t-shirt that you've slept in. "I think this one is my favorite so far." Your voice is weak, feeling exposed with your entire bare back out.

The tattoo was on your back, just below your left shoulder blade. It was a unique placement to you, the wording you've chosen going vertically rather than horizontally.

The script reads 'golden' in the most delicate cursive, written by your grandmother. It was your first tattoo that held sentimental value, and you loved it more than anything you've ever seen.

The silence hung in the air, and you could feel his eyes lingering on the one patch of ink on your back. You wish you could look at him and see what he if he had anything particular that could give away how he was feeling.

You wanted to speak, but there seemed to be too much tension that built in your throat.

When you almost got the courage to say something, you feel a light fingertip skate right over the spot. You're pretty sure all breathing stops.

Oh, now I'm not saying anything.

"It's... it's a beautiful tattoo. Suits you well." James' voice was low and raspy, and it made you shiver. As if him being in such close proximity to you was causing him physical pain.

"Thanks..." You struggle to catch your breath. What the hell is going on?

Not once, in all your years of knowing him, has James ever made it even seem like he had any interest in you. But now... now your head was spinning and his finger was still tracing over your skin and you can't fucking breathe.

"I- uh, sorry, I should start on these dishes." You nervously spit out, somehow forming a coherent sentence.

But as you move to get out of your chair, the same hand that was on your back a few, mere moments ago was now holding your wrist. It was as if his entire hand swallowed it.

Fuck.

"Y/N." He holds your gaze a little too intently, squirming under it.

"James..."

"Did I... was that uncomfortable? Did I go too far?" He sounded nervous, and you almost wanted to cry at how sincere he sounded.

"Oh, no! No, no, James, you- no, you're absolutely fine! I- I wasn't expecting it, and you touched me, which I don't think you've ever done it like that before, and it was just a lot-"

"A lot?" James' mouth is slanting into a grin and you hate how handsome he looks, you despise how devastatingly beautiful he is.

"Don't smile at me like that, you have never once in your life smiled at me in that way and I don't think I can survive this if you're making fun of me."

"Making fun of you? Y/N, I would never-"

"Oh you so would, don't even start with that."

"Well, I wasn't doing it this time! Jus' really like your... tattoo..." The uncertainty of his voice makes you pause your spiraling thoughts for a moment, and you have to take a good look at him.

"You like it?" You take your seat next to him again, facing him.

You were closer to him than you remember before.

"Well, more than like it, but whatever." He mumbles under his breath, his eyes trained on your face.

Your breathing practically stops at his confession, not knowing what to do with this information.

But it seems like he does. His vision has not once wavered from your eyes or lips.

Why is he looking at your lips like that?

"Can I kiss you, Y/N?" James' tone is quiet, intimate.

Oh. That's why.

"Yeah." You can barely strangle out of your throat, but you needed to say it before this opportunity slipped right out of your grasp.

And before you could even suggest that he didn't have to kiss you if he really didn't want to, you feel the breath escape your lungs as James places his lips upon yours.

They're chapped, a little rough, but you don't mind it one single bit. His hands come to envelop the sides of your face, and you think you could become a puddle on the stool, right there and then.

For a moment, you feel like none of this was real. What are the odds, your best friend's extremely cute older brother, who you've found attractive for some time now, is kissing you? The same one who has always acted indifferent around you? The one you thought saw you as nothing?

When you finally, (begrudgingly,) pull away from him, you have to take a moment to yourself; your eyes stay closed. Maybe this was all a dream and you've been imagining this whole thing.

"Open your eyes, Y/N. I wanna see those pretty E/C eyes." James doesn't demand, but his tone makes you want to open your eyes.

As your gaze is fixed on him, you wonder what he's thinking. What did he think of that kiss? Did he like it? Was it something he wanted to do again? Did he absolutely hate it and never wanted to see you again?

"I can sense you're spiraling in there, sweetheart. What's going on up there?" His hand is caressing the side of your face, and you feel like you could melt just there and then. A puddle on a stool in the kitchen is how Rebecca will find you when she gets back.

"I... I don't know. All I can think about is your hand on my face right now." Is what you can bring yourself to answer with right now.

"Do you like my hand being there? Or would you like me to move it?"

"No, please don't move it. I don't know what'll happen if you do." You sigh dramatically, and it elicits a smile from him.

"What do you mean?"

"What if you move your hand and suddenly I wake up and this was all some cruel dream? What if this isn't real and it's all in my head right now?" You ask, quite pathetically, you admit.

"It's not a dream, angel. I kissed you. You let me. And I think now would be the appropriate time for me to ask you something." James says gently, like the bubble around you two will burst if he speaks any louder.

Your brow furrows in question, and you nod for him to go on.

"Would it be alright if I asked you out? On a real date? I've been wanting to take you out for a while now... and I think now's a good time to ask." He smiles that smirk again, and you want to melt all over again.

"I would really, really love that, James." You feel like you're floating right now, like it's too good to be true. "Can I tell you something funny?" He nods.

"I've... I thought you were cute from the day I first met you. But you always acted so... indifferent around me, so I never thought I even stood a chance, and I kinda gave up on the idea you'd ever see me that way. But now... I think this is one of the best days of my life."

A moment of silence passes between you two.

"Y/N... the first time Becca introduced me to you, I thought to myself, 'She's the most gorgeous person I've ever seen.' And from that day on, I tried to find a way to talk to you, but I was just a wimp. But trust me, you were running circles 'round my mind from the first day." He confesses, and you feel the blush overtake your face at his confession.

"Really, James?"

"Really, Y/N." His smile makes you believe it.

"I knew it! I knew it, I was wondering when one of you wan gonna break!' Rebecca's voice comes from the doorway of the apartment, you and James breaking apart at the yell.

"Jesus, Reb, gonna give me a heart attack one day." James mumbles.

"Shut up! Don't try and change the subject! I knew you two had a thing for each other. Did you guys kiss? Oh my-" Her dramatics continue on, and you hold back the smile while rolling your eyes.

"Well, your brother here is going to take me out on a date. Happy?" You supply, hoping it'll calm her down.

Of course, it does the opposite.

"Really? Holy shit, didn't think you had it in ya, Jamie! Good job!"

"Rebecca... please. I'm two seconds away from tackling you to the ground."

"Try your best, big guy. I can handle it!" She replies, and you stifle your giggle as James moves up from his seat and starts towards his sister.

"No!" She shrieks, running away.

"You said you could handle it!" James' voice resonates from another room she ran into.

"I lied! Stop! Leave me alone! Y/N, help!"

"Sorry, Reb. I got nothin'!" You yell out, hoping she heard you.

"Oh, I see how it is, now that he told you he likes you you're taking his side!" She runs out, James hot on her heels.

"That's right!" He confirms, flashing you a quick grin as he runs.

"James, leave her alone. I have something for you!" You hope to catch his attention, and it works when he stops right in front of you.

"What's that, pretty girl?" His arms come on either side of you on the chair and countertop as you're sat sideways on the stool.

You don't speak, just pushing yourself up to meet his lips once again, feeling him melt into you as your hands lace behind his neck to pull him down even further.

"God, now I'm gonna have to get used to this." Rebecca fakes a gag at you two.

"Yeah, you better. She's not goin' anywhere." James replies without moving his eyes off of you. "C'mon, both of you, get ready. Gotta treat both my girls to a nice cup of coffee. Ten minutes!"

As you nod, you watch him walk into his room, and Rebecca just stares at you with a maniac smile. She moves towards you and wraps you in a bone-crushing hug.

"I'm so happy for the both of you. I can't believe he finally made a move." She tells you.

"You knew?"

"I could tell. He always had that look in his eyes when you weren't looking." Rebecca explains.

"What look?" You ask, bewildered.

"Y'know... the look. The look that you can't see, but everyone else can tell. He's got hearts in his eyes and angels flying around his head." She laughs.

You can't say anything, stunned by her words, but she just pats your shoulder and motions for you to get ready.

"C'mon, let's get you dressed, or we'll never hear the end of it from him."

"I heard that!" James' voice echoes from his room, and you both laugh.

As you walk into Rebecca's room, you can't help feel like you're finally whole. Like you aren't crazy, and that maybe... just maybe... there really is someone for everyone.

[yorluver]

you melted my heart (my ice-cream too.)

synopsis: robin doesn’t know where and how to confess to you, so she asks you to grab some ice cream and hang out with her.

robin buckley x you

navigation...

read on AO3: you melted my heart (my ice-cream too.), on ao3

“One vanilla fudge cone and one cookies n’ cream cone to go, please!”

“Wow, Miss Ice-Cream Expert, you remembered my favorite,” you tease, following Robin over to a table. “I wonder, what else do you remember?”

“Let’s see…” Robin starts, plopping down in a seat, “you love to collect cute lil’ dolls, you love to cuddle, you love picnics, and–”

“Okay, okay, you know enough,” you chuckle, taking the seat across from Robin. “So, what’s up?”

“Hm?” Robin tilts her head, “Oh, um, nothing much. Just wanted to, uh, talk.”

You nod your head, “Ah, okay. Whatcha’ wanna do after getting our cones?”

Robin hums, posing as if she was deep in thought. You can’t help but notice her burning, crimson ears exposed for the whole world to see. That’s when you notice her earrings: the earrings you had made for her birthday months prior, the dangling earrings with pink flowers meticulously attached at the ends. And that’s when you notice her hairstyle: freshly groomed hair, it was pinned behind her ears, and decorated with hair clips you had gifted her early in your friendship. You suddenly thought about the first day you had met.

* * *

It was any other day at the Starcourt. Steve Harrington was chasing out all the ladies, yet drawing them all to the parlor. You, however, were drawn to the sweet and tasty scoops of ice cream the parlor had to offer. Steve had retreated to the back, forcing Robin to take the front.

“Hi, welcome to Scoops Ahoy, what can I get for you-” Robin’s greeting was cut short as she looked up at you. Her cheeks had been splashed with pink.

“Um… may I try your new flavor, cookies n’ cream?” you answered, flashing a smile at the cashier.

“Yeah, totally, just um, give me a moment, please,” she smiled back, rapidly retreating back into the kitchen.

After a moment of quiet bickering from the kitchen, Robin returned to you, her face completely red this time.

She cleared her throat, “We need to, uh, get the new batch of cookies n’ cream out, so we’ll get your ice cream out as soon as possible. In the meantime would you like to have a chat with – I mean, have a seat? It would be a ten minute wait,” Robin gave you an awkward smile. You could tell how nervous she was, so you decided to take a chance on her.

“Sure, I’d like to have a chat,” you returned the smile.

Since then, you two were inseparable; Robin was hanging out with you anytime she could.

* * *

“Hello? Y/N?” Robin repeats, “What d’ya think? Let’s just walk around?” she suggests, interrupting the déjà vu from many moons ago. Still, her reddening face and smile were all the same.

“Oh, yeah, sure,” You smile at her, the moment interrupted by your order being called.

You get up and follow Robin once again. She hastily grabs the cones, handing you yours, and escorts you out of Scoops Ahoy. You take note of Robin’s attempt to increase the pace of your day out with her. The two of you began walking around Starcourt, stiffly admiring the garments that neither of you could ever afford.

“Robin, is everything okay?” You manage to squeak out after taking a lick of your cone. “I mean, you’ve just been acting a bit odd today.”

Robin’s eyes darted back and forth between you and her cone. “Fuck it, okay, I can do this,” she exhales. She pulls you into a hallway, right next to Victoria’s Secret, and looks you dead in the eyes.

“I like you,” she blurts out. Her eyes scan yours in an attempt to pry your feelings out before you can even say a word. “You… you don’t have to like me back, I know how things are here. But, I just couldn’t hold it in anymore. I just have this big fat crush on you; I couldn’t even seem normal around you anymore. To be honest, I liked you the moment you ordered the cookies n’ cream cone the day we had it imported in. I even went to Steve for advice. I go crazy thinking about you. I’ve lost, what, more than six hours of sleep? I swear, you’re either the reason why I fall asleep, or can barely fall asleep at times. I care for you, truly. I want to be someone you can rely on for more than just cuddles. I want you to rely on me for my love and my feelings for you; that my love is able to bring you happiness. I… I just wanted you to know, you know?”

You were totally lost in her eyes. Although you were completely entranced, you soaked in every word that left her mouth. It wasn’t until the sudden drop of melted ice cream on your hand did you come back to reality.

Following your trance halting to a stop, which felt like eternity for Robin, a response left your lips.

“I like you too, Ms. Ice-Cream Expert,” you grinned, holding up your melting ice cream cone. “My, aren’t you dangerous; you can melt my heart as easily as this ice cream.”

Robin placed her forehead against yours, “Thank god. I promise to keep melting your heart, if that’s okay with you.”

“That’s fine with me.”

☆*:.｡.｡.:*☆

[jamespotterthefirst]

Always Beautiful (Ethan x MC)

Book: Open Heart, book 1 Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Lilac Allende) Word count: 950 Warning: Brief language and a slightly jealous Dr. Dumbass Premise: After a long shift, she feels less than appealing. Ethan thinks she’s still beautiful, but someone else tells her as much before he can. 

Note: Thank you @peonierose​​ for the beautiful prompt! 

“Come on, Lil! Get in here!”

Ethan passes the staff lounge in time to see Lahela, crouching down ridiculously in front of a gaggle of interns, all displaying ridiculous poses. His arm is outstretched, holding a cellphone aloft. He beckons to someone by the fridge, urging them to get in the shot.

“I don't look camera ready at all,” Lilac protests.

Lahela waives a dismissive hand. “You look great for a ten hour shift.”

“Ouch,” Varma says from the crowd. “That just means you look less like shit than the rest of us.”

The group dissolves into a cacophony of debate. It promptly ends when Trinh breaks away from the group and pulls Lilac by the arm. Before she can protest, Lahela repositions the phone in front of them.

From where he stands, he can see Lilac self-consciously adjusting her high ponytail right before the surgeon snaps the picture.

"Delete that,” Lilac laughs when she studies the screen soon after. “I look hideous, like I haven't slept in days!”

Ethan shifts on his feet, opening his mouth as though to argue. He remembers he's outside the staff lounge and doing so would attract curious, maybe even alarmed looks. Pressing his lips together, he flips a page on the patient record he holds to maintain the illusion that he's studying a chart and not longing for one of his interns.

“You look great, Lilac,” an quiet but admiring voice says from the fray.

Ethan glances up and identifies the speaker as a tall, handsome, bespectacled intern whose name he cannot remember. He's not one of the interns that typically hangs out with Lilac, but Ethan has seen him hovering around her before. Irritated, he wonders if he always has that idiotic, bewitched look his face or if he just reserves that for her.

Lilac's pager interrupts any response. With a hasty goodbye, she exits the room, completely missing Ethan in her haste. Much to Ethan's dismay, he catches the way the bespectacled intern follows her with his gaze.

Later, he's in a desolate conference room with Lilac sifting through a mountain of patient files. The vast space is ideal during the evening shift since anyone rarely uses it for its intended purpose. Over the past few weeks, it had served as their preferred workspace.

“What?” she asks when she catches him staring.

Ethan had been too preoccupied studying the delicate planes of her face. It's true that after over twelve hours of hard labor, she looks pale and exhausted. However, Ethan thoroughly disagrees with her assessment that she looks “hideous.”

“I didn't know you wore glasses,” he says instead.

She pushes them higher on the bridge of her nose. “I only wear them for paperwork or when my head starts hurting.”

“They suit you.”

The simple compliment startles her.

“You look—”

There's a knock at the door.

“Oh!”

It's Spectacles from earlier, looking taken aback to see Ethan. “Sorry, Dr. Ramsey. I was looking for Dr. Allende. I always see her in here at this time so I thought—”

Ethan doesn't reply, privately enjoying watching the intern stumble over his words.

“She's here. But she's busy completing her work, which is more than can be said for you.”

The intern nods, alarmed by the truth in Ethan's words. Before he turns on his heel, he brandishes a piece of paper from his pocket. Unsure of what else to do, he holds it out to Ethan.

“Could you give her this?”

By the time Ethan finishes reading three words scribbled there, Spectacles has wisely disappeared.

“Who was it?”

“An admirer of yours.”

Lilac glances up from her work at breakneck speed. “Who?”

“Tall, dark hair, glasses.”

“That sounds like Ben.”

“You should tell Ben that I'm not his messenger or mail carrier.”

At her confused frown, he sets the note in front of her. Lilac reads it and blushes in a way he would have found endearing in any other situation. Ethan glances at the three words, clearly shining in black ink from where he stands:

You're always beautiful.

“That was… nice of him,” Lilac comments when the silence has stretched for too long.

Ethan scoffs.

“He's a great guy for doing this,” she continues.

“For abandoning his duties to interrupt your own?”

“No, for taking the time to write this.”

She waves the note in front of him, as though the damn thing wasn't already impossible to ignore.

“Let's not praise him for stating the obvious, Rookie,” Ethan returns dryly. “It doesn't take a genius to make that assessment.”

By the time he meets her eye again, Lilac has gone very still, her expression set into one of stunned surprise.

“What?” he asks.

His pager interrupts any reply. Ethan glances down at it and sighs. “I trust you can finish this on your own?”

Strangely, Lilac is still frozen in slight shock. A small nod is her reply when she recovers enough. When Ethan exits the conference room, he is just as befuddled as she is for the strange and inexplicable reaction.

It isn't until he's in the elevator, on his way to the sixth floor, that his own words catch up to him.

“Let's not praise him for stating the obvious, Rookie. It doesn't take a genius to make that assessment.”

The obvious.

The fact that Lilac Allende is the most beautiful person Ethan has ever beheld has always been obvious to him. Lilac, however, had no idea Ethan thought messy ponytails and undereye bags had little effect on how stunning she was, so hearing him proclaim it so casually would have definitely been a shock. God, could he have been more of a careless idiot? He might as well have confessed how she's the only thing that occupies his mind on most days.

With teeth grit tightly, Ethan presses his hand to his forehead.

“Damn it.”

Note: Thank you so much for reading!

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"Chained to bed" for the bthb please

Here you go anon! Enjoy this lil one-shot in which Prompto has a bad time!

BTHB#3- Chained to Bed

Fandom: Final Fantasy XV

Characters: Prompto Argentum, Cor Leonis

Whumpee: Prompto Argentum

Word count: 3260

Warnings: Stalker, Intimate whumper, creepy touching (though nothing sexual or nsfw)

Prompto groans and stirs awake. His room is still pretty dark, so it must still be night, and sure enough when Prompto reaches over to his nightstand and checks his phone it lights up with the time, 03:24. Slightly confused about what woke him up in the first place, Prompto switches the phone off and turns over to go back to sleep. He's meeting up with Noct and Gladio tomorrow for some training and should probably get all the sleep he can to really blow them away with his awesome moves. By habit he lets his eyes scan briefly over the room before laying down, and then his heart jumps. He thought he'd seen something. A shadow by the door. That's weird, Prompto thinks, he's kind of jumpy sometimes sure, but that's usually not when he's home. He knows the layout and shadows of his room well enough not to be scared, even when he's home alone like now, with Cor away on a days-long mission. That's why it takes him a second to notice why exactly his brain had lit up with warnings like that. That shadow was not one of the old well-known ones, it wasn't supposed to be there.

The realization sends eerie shivers up his spine and he bolts upright in the bed again to double check, expecting to find maybe a jacket or hoodie hanging weirdly and making the shadow. Then he freezes. That's not what he sees. What Prompto sees is the unmistakeable silhouette of a tall, broad shouldered man, now standing in the middle of his room facing him. Prompto's eyes widen, and he thinks he should scream, he wants to scream, but he doesn't. Instead, he sucks in a sharp breath, and freezes. Fear grips his chest tight. The kind of paralyzing fear that makes him feel like even breathing too suddenly will break the fragile standstill in the room and allow something terrifying to happen.

Prompto doesn't know how long the two of them stay like that. Tension rises and hangs heavy in the air between them until it's almost unbearable. Then the man takes a few steps forward, slow and calm in his movements, and the spell is seemingly broken. Prompto can move again. The breath he'd been holding in comes out in the form of a choked gasp, and without thinking he scrambles off of the bed. He needs to get away from this man. So it's purely on instinct and fear-fuelled adrenaline that he then moves forward, ducking around the man and making a dash towards the hallway. Prompto is nearly by the door when the man catches up with him and tackles him hard to the floor. The impact knocks the wind out of him. Strong arms twist him around, so he lays on his back looking directly up at the face leering over him. There's something weirdly familiar about it, but Prompto can't put his finger on exactly what and there's no time to wonder about it now. A wordless scuffle ensues on the floor. Prompto flails and pushes against the man, hoping to regain some semblance of control over the situation. The man is muttering to himself through it all, and his face twists angrily the more Prompto squirms. Coming to a head when he in a stroke of good luck manages to connect a hit to the man's chin.

The man looks taken back for one short moment, then he gathers himself and lashes out with an enraged snarl. Grabbing the front of Prompto's t-shirt and hoisting him up from the floor, then slamming him back down. The back of Prompto's head hits the floor and he cries out as stars explode in front of his eyes. Using the time as Prompto struggles to recover from the blow to his advantage, the man yanks him up from the floor and walks him back to the bed. Prompto is dropped down, and just barely manages to brace himself against the covers before the man is on him again and something cold snaps around his right wrist. He jerks the hand back on instinct, but the man holds it tight, and he gets nowhere. The handcuffs glint in the dim light from the window in his room, and a new wave of panic washes over Prompto when the man snaps them shut around the far-right bedpost. He strains against the cuffs, using his left hand to try to push against the man when he leans over him again. "Nono, WAIT-" he begins, but the man clamps a big hand over his mouth, silencing him.

"I didn't want to do this. I wasn't going to hurt you. But you keep struggling." He mumbles. Whether it's more to himself or more to Prompto is unclear, but he leans in closer and keeps going. "The Marshal is finally gone, and I have you all to myself and you keep fighting it. Don't! Don't ruin this." Prompto closes his eyes tight, wincing in pain when the man tightens the grip over his mouth. His body is tense, and every inch of his being wants him to fight back, to grab the arm covering his mouth and get it away. But there's no telling what the man would do then, and with his right hand restrained Prompto doesn't want to risk being lashed out at again. In a position where he can't properly defend himself. "You'll stay quiet now, won't you love?" The man's voice is calmer now, but no less intense or pressing and Prompto shivers. He does not like this new pet name. "You won't cause problems anymore, and I won't have to hurt you. Cause I don't want that, and I know you don't want that either." He lets his thumb slide gently over Prompto's freckled cheek, and an involuntary whimper escapes into the hand. "I'll take my hand away if you promise to behave, love. Can you do that?"

For a second Prompto weighs his options, albeit there not being a whole lot of them in this situation, and then he nods. He's hoping that by playing along he can placate the man long enough for some other solution to eventually reveal itself. In any case something has to happen in the morning, he reasons with himself in an attempt to calm down, if he doesn't show then Noct and Gladio have to notice something's up. Upon his agreeing, the man flashes a wide smile that stands in stark contrast to the chilling horror Prompto is feeling. The hand covering his mouth is pulled back, and the tension in his body eases slightly, though it rockets back up again when the man then grabs a firm hold of his free left hand. The man's eyes hold Prompto's in a cold stare, warning him against resisting as he lifts the hand and places a soft kiss on it. Warm breath against his skin is enough to send shivers up Prompto's spine, and his breath hitches uncomfortably. Seemingly pleased with this, the man hums as he pulls out a second pair of handcuffs and snaps one part around Prompto's left wrist. Prompto's breathing picks up pace at the sight and the feeling of the cold metal, he only has time to vaguely wonder through the fear where the man has gotten these cuffs before they are snapped shut around the far-left bedpost. Now forcibly sprawled out on the bed, Prompto feels more open and vulnerable than ever before.

"Good boy." The man says, extending his hand towards Prompto and pushing a few strands of blond hair carefully to the side and out of his face. He's smiling, but Prompto wishes intently that he could be anywhere other than here. The man is still running his hand through Prompto's hair, and his touch makes Prompto's skin crawl. His eyes intently scan Prompto's face, like an artist admiring his work, and then he fishes out an old, worn phone from his pocket. Prompto wonders at first what he's planning to do with that, but not for long, as the sudden flash of a photo being taken makes him wince and shut his eyes. When he opens them back up again and they readjust to the dark he sees the man standing a few steps back, looking at his phone, presumably the picture just taken. "This one might be my favourite." he mutters, and the words make Prompto's stomach churn.

Against his better judgement Prompto opens his mouth to ask about it, but finds it and his throat too dry for any sound to come out and swallows hard before trying again. He just has to know, needs to find out why this man is doing what he's doing. "I- I think I've seen you before?" He poses it like a question, and his voice is shaky. Prompto wishes it wasn't, wishes that he could at least feign confidence despite how astronomically not okay the situation is. The man laughs in response.

"Oh, you have? Happy to hear it love, but you probably haven't seen me nearly as much as I've seen you." There's that pet name again, and Prompto squirms uncomfortably. The word stalker lights up in bright letters in his brain, but he's not going to be saying that out loud.

"But-" Prompto tries, voice meek enough to barely be more than a whisper, so he tries again. "Why all this then? Why not just approach?" he asks. To which the man's expression drops. He approaches and sits down on the bed next to Prompto. The mattress shifts and creaks from his weight.

"They wouldn't let me if I tried, so I watched from afar." He says nonchalantly, but there's something cold in his eyes now that wasn't there before. It scares Prompto, this change in demeanor. He seems somehow angrier now that he leans in closer to Prompto, again bringing his hands up to play with his hair. Prompto squirms under the touch, wishing the cuffs would allow even just a little more leeway to get away from the man. "Someone like me would never be let close to the Prince, and since you're always with him- ah, that reminds me actually." The man interrupts himself and sits back up. First and foremost, Prompto is relieved not to have his hands on him anymore, and then his brain starts chewing on what was just said. Someone like him, does he have a record then maybe? Prompto knows there are strict rules for who are and who aren't allowed near Noct, and known offenders are definitely not. Then he's distracted from his thoughts by what exactly the man is doing now that his focus isn't on Prompto. He has a phone in hand, and with a slight jolt of surprise Prompto realizes that it is his own, having been taken from the nightstand.

"Can't have your charming friends interrupting tomorrow when you don't show up for training, can we love?" He unlocks the phone and Prompto's heart sinks. How did the man know the code for his phone? But there isn't really any time to worry about it, as the man types something quick on his phone, and then turns to face Prompto. "You have now told both the Prince and his Shield not to worry that you're not coming tomorrow, as you regrettably have to leave for a bit to do an errand for the Marshal before he returns." Prompto's heart sinks further, if that is even possible. The sudden show of just how much of Prompto's life the man knows about leaves a sour taste in his mouth, but that isn't the worst part. This whole time Prompto has been counting on Noctis and Gladio to check up on him tomorrow and figure out that something's wrong, without that there is nothing he can think of that could help him.

"No!" Prompto exclaims, slightly louder than he had intended to. It just burst out of him, and he's already regretting it, with the way the man's brows are now furrowing angrily. His face twists and he surges forward. Prompto gasps, straining the cuffs in an instinctual attempt to brace himself.

"Didn't I say not to yell?" The man hisses, his right hand curls around Prompto's throat threateningly. "Why are you protesting now? This if for you, love. For us." Prompto whimpers and attempts to shake his head, but the man tightens the grip and he gasps, eyes going wide with fear. "I won't kill you, love," the man says, and he lets up the pressure, though he doesn't remove the hand. "But if someone hears you and comes running, I can't promise the same for them. They can't get in our way. And you don't want that do you?" Prompto whimpers out a tiny 'no' and the man nods intently. He opens his mouth to say something more, but a sound from downstairs catches both his and Prompto's attention. It's the sound of the front door being opened and then closed again as someone enters the house.

In the next few seconds, Prompto's mind races. Cor isn't supposed to be home for another few days. Could it be a neighbour? No, they wouldn't just let themselves in, they'd ring the doorbell first. Is it possible he could have gotten lucky, and his dad really is home early? Regardless of how small the chance of that actually is, Prompto has to try.

"Dad!" He yells, it's a weird, choked sound that comes out and he hopes to the gods that Cor really is there to respond to it. The man over him curses under his breath and slams his free hand over Prompto's mouth.

"Prom? You up?" It's Cor's voice from downstairs, Prompto has never before been so happy to hear his dad's voice. The man curses again, and Prompto's newfound relief from hearing Cor's voice is lessened somewhat. The hand still around his throat tightens, and then tightens further, so Prompto's vision blurs and he arches his back desperate to get some air.

"Shouldn't have done that, love." The man says, in a low and breathy voice. He removes the hand covering Prompto's mouth, but before Prompto can regain his breath enough to yell again, something soft is roughly stuffed into his mouth. It's something made of leather, Prompto finds, and it tastes really bad. Gloves maybe? He doesn't know. "It wasn't supposed to come to this, but I promise you," the man presses on. "I will get rid of Cor the fucking Immortal if I have to." Then he stands up, finally releasing the grip around Prompto's throat, and begins rummaging for something one the floor just out of Prompto's line of sight. Downstairs, Cor yells for Prompto again, confusion and worry laced in his voice and the man gets up. He walks towards the door, and light from the window glints in a blade in the man's hand.

Prompto's eyes widen and he yells, but it's muffled by the gag. He has to warn Cor in some way. Prompto knows his dad is a good fighter, one of the very best in fact, but worry still clenches his chest hard. What if the man catches him off guard and he ends up hurt? He can hear yelling form downstairs now, both the stalker's enraged voice and Cor's own. Something breaks, and the sounds of the fight continue, getting more and more distant as the two presumably move to a different room. Wanting nothing more than to go check on his dad, Prompto struggles against the handcuffs. He twists and squirms and strains until his wrists are rubbed raw, but gets nowhere. Then he stops. It's gotten quiet downstairs. No sounds of a fight, nothing. He yells again for Cor, not caring about the gag muffling his yells, Cor has to hear them. Then the staircase starts creaking as someone walks up to the second floor, and Prompto's heart beats faster. He can already envision the man from before coming up the stairs, having done something horrible to Cor and coming to take him away. Tears are prickling in his eyes, and when a silhouetted man finally enters his field of vision, he chokes out a terrified sob.

"Prompto!"

It's Cor. It's his dad running through the hall towards him, yelling his name, and relief floods through him. The first few tears start to fall just as Cor reaches the bed and kneels down next to it. The gag goes first, Cor removes it carefully and tosses it on the floor while Prompto coughs involuntarily in the absence of it. "Are you hurt?" Is the first question he has, eyes scanning over Prompto intently, searching for any pressingly dangerous injuries. Prompto shakes his head. He doesn't try to speak, knowing he would probably just cry. Cor's brows furrow worriedly, but he moves on to the handcuffs without further questions. The one around Prompto's right wrist first, and he curses under his breath at how the metal has rubbed his son's skin raw, and at certain places drawn blood. He makes swift work of the first pair of cuffs, and moves on to the ones chaining Prompto's left wrist.

When both his hands are properly released Prompto moves to sit upright on the bed, and winces when the movement jostles sore joints and muscles. Cor is quick to help, placing a secure hand on his shoulder and supporting him as he sits up. And suddenly it's all too much for Prompto, it's like a breath of tension leaving his body and everything comes crashing down. Cor seems to have seen it coming just ahead of time and drags Prompto against his chest for a tight hug as the rest of the tears run unhindered down freckled cheeks. "Shh, shh, you're okay kid. You're okay now." Cor whispers in a soft tone of voice uncharacteristic of the man, rubbing soothing circles on Prompto's back.

Gradually, the trembling stops and the tears slow down. Prompto's breath hitches as he looks back up at Cor. His expression, previously one of worry and tension, has softened considerably as well. Cor poses the idea of going to the bathroom for something to treat his wrists with, and Prompto agrees, sniffling and drying the remaining tears on the way through the hallway. Seated on the toilet as Cor finds a potion to use, Prom asks about the man. His throat is stuffy and tight from crying, so it takes him a few tries to get the words properly out. Cor smiles bitterly, breaking the potion over Prompto's extended hands, and tells him he doesn't need to worry about it.

"He's out cold downstairs, I've called Monica to come get him and lock him up. We'll deal with the rest tomorrow." He explains, and Prompto nods, it sounds like a reasonable plan. However, when the doorbell rings, signalling Monica's arrival, Prompto hesitates. He doesn't want to go downstairs. Doesn't want to have to see the man any more times than necessary. Cor gets it, Prompto doesn't even need to say anything, his dad just gets it. Prompto waits upstairs until the man has been taken away, and knowing he's out of the house helps, admittedly not a lot, but it helps. Then Cor yawns, and suggests for them to go to bed, but truth be told Prompto isn't exactly keen on going back to his room tonight. Cor gets that too, and they both end up sleeping on the couch in the living room.

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@allmightluver  I didn’t want to spam you and I figured a few others might enjoy this as well, so here is that fluffy dream snippet I promised to share.  <3  

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Toshi made a soft noise in his sleep.  The arm draped about Izuku tensed for a moment, as if trying to protect the boy.  Then it fell away, no longer a hindrance. "Nnnu... wakeup....." Izuku slumped against Toshi's chest, sticky eyelids closing. One last dissatisfied grunt, and he lost the battle to sleep far quicker than he should have. Toshi unknowingly returned the grunt, but it was a pleased, almost victorious grunt.  He shifted, Izuku's weight settling against him.  Satisfied, his breathing evened out. Golden afternoon sun painted the wall over their heads.

. .. ... .... The child clutched his backpack, eyes wide and nervous.  The roads didn't make sense here.  They should have.  They seemed almost familiar but each time he turned a corner, expecting to see home, the roads turned unfamiliar.  Home felt farther and farther away the more corners he turned. Unsettling fear crept in.  He just wanted to go home.  He looked about for help, trying to quell his panic. Everything was glaringly, dishearteningly, unfairly devoid of people.  The world loomed far too large and the child bit back a cry of terror. One more corner Surely someone is here. Please please His sneakers pounded the pavement as he rushed the next corner, as if hoping to catch the world in the act before it shifted on him again. However, he had also squeezed his eyes shut, scared that this new corner would also look unfamiliar.  So he didn't notice the big kid until he thudded off of him. "The hell?" the big kid snarled.  Behind him, two other big kids watched as the first grabbed the child by the front of his shirt and shook him.  "Why doncha watch where you're going?!" I know you The child's blue eyes lit with fear, trying not to glance at his backpack. please don't please don't please please One of the other big kids yanked the backpack from the child's hands, ignoring (or enjoying) the whimper. "What's the lil nerd got?" "Comics!" the third remarked, barking laughter.  He held up one.  "Wondorous Woman?!  That's a GIRL'S comic, you lil dweeb!" someone please "You don't need to read this crap!" PLEASE The third big boy gleefully tore the first page off, a messy diagonal rip.  The child screamed angrily and swiped at him. "Oh HO, the lil nerd's got spice!" the first one sneered.  "Let's show him what we think of that."  He pulled one meaty fist back. someone please help me!

A small figure barreled out of nowhere and shoved the bully out of the way. A (very) young voice screeched angrily "YOU LEAVE HIM ALONE!!" A freckled face that couldn't be more than six years old scrunched up with anticipation  of coming pain and righteous anger. The face flickered, as if reality was glitching, being replaced with an older, more tired version of itself. Eyes of thirteen years old glared out, far more subdued and cynical than they had any right to be. Jaw locked, arms up to guard his face. Daring the boys to come closer. Another, stronger flicker, and the small body grew taller, more muscular, green lightning flickering around. Standing as tall as his five foot six body would allow, broadened shoulders yelling a silent get lost, anger contained for fear of injuring the attacking children. One last flicker, a blurry form glitching into being. Six feet tall, eyes glowing powerfully. Blue(?) wings drooping heavily to the ground, a lion's growling half-roar cut off with a choked gasp as the apparition looked at his hands. A final, somehow loud flicker occurred, and the boy dropped to his knees, his form hovering indecisively between the ages of thirteen and eight. Whh-- wuuh....

"What the hell?!?"  The first bully dropped the blond child and backed up, unsure how to react to this new threat.  Beside him, his cohorts threw the backpack on the ground (spilling issues of Wondorous Woman everywhere) and bolted.  The first bully, dismayed at being abandoned, pointed a finger at the blond--"next time, you lil punk.  Freak," he added then quickly followed his friends. The child turned about, studying this new person-apparition with naked curiosity.  One hand reached out--whether to help or just touch, he wasn't sure.  He didn't seem scared but merely waited patiently for the newcomer to decide on a form.

The flickering boy's wide eyes turned to the outstretched hand, his own hand starting to reach out. The eyes focused on the face attached to the hand, suddenly becoming wider and more uncertain. Warped sounds of stressed whimpers carried through the air around him, and he pulled his hand back, wrapping his arms around his head protectively and curling into a ball, hiding from the world around him, until-- Quiet. A child of five years old peeked out from behind his arms and unfolded himself, looking up with soft round eyes at the curious blond sunburst.

A young Toshi gazed at an even younger Izuku I know you and the ten year old continued to hold out a helping hand, this time with a dazzling delighted grin. "HI there!  I'm Toshinori!  But you can call me Toshi if ya want.  That was pretty cool what you did just now.  You look really str--" He paused, remembering a moment ago the little kid had looked like some avenging angel, enveloped in crackling energy.  But his hand didn't waver. "--SUPER strong!  Plus Ultra Strong!  How did you do that?  Is it your Quirk?  Is this your all the time shape or just what you're ok with right now?  Sorry," he added with a sheepish grin, "I ask a lot of questions."

The small Izuku didn't speak, just made a soft noise, big eyes still staring. He took the outstretched hand in both of his, pulling himself up.

Toshi felt a warm glow within, his sheepish grin growing back to that brilliant delighted smile. I'm helping someone! At his feet, the torn Wondorous Woman comic fluttered and he blushed.  "Oh no, hang on a sec--!"

Izuku reached down and picked up one of the issues that had spilled, opening it curiously.

"That's Wondorous Woman!" young Toshi exclaimed.  "She's amazing and powerful and she can fly--i think--and she has this Quirk that makes an energy field that traps bad guys and make them tell the truth and--" He paused amid his fanboy gush and blushed more, twisting one bang nervously.  "Well, -I- think she's cool," he mumbled almost defensively.

A pudgy little finger poked at a picture of Wonderous Woman, then a whole hand brushed over the smooth page. Izuku looked up at Toshi again and nodded, agreeing that she was cool. He wondered if the blond boy had ever heard  of his favorite hero. "...All Might?"

Toshi's brow furrowed, as if almost remembering some lovely dream.  Then he shrugged.  "Never heard of them.  That's an awesome name, though--did you make that up?  All Might," he said, testing the name out and unconsciously posing, fists on hips and chest puffed out.  "If I was a hero, that'd be a great name!  But..." He laughed lightly and messed his own hair up.  "I bet you'd make a great hero with that Quirk of yours!"

Izuku's face dropped, and he seemed to shrink into himself, mouth shut tight.

"You don't like talking about it?  I'm sorry!"  Toshi sat on the ground next to the little boy, then hugged his knees to his chest.  "Is there something you do like?"  The young blond smiled cheerfully.

Izuku's eyes flicked around nervously, still not talking. He mirrored Toshi's pose, sitting down and pulling his knees up. He held out the comic, offering it back if Toshi wanted it.

Toshi grinned again.  "Go ahead, you can keep it--wait!"  He dug into his backpack where a few issues remained.  "Let me get you my favorite one--and it's not torn or dirty.  Here!"  He almost bounced in glee but instead contained himself.  "This one is super important.  This is when Wondorous Woman goes up against her arch nemesis--that's a super awful bad guy," he explained to the little boy.

Izuku leaned closer, interested.

"And he's kidnapped all her friends and hidden them away and he's fighting Wondorous Woman but making her think no one is coming to help." He remembered the first time he read this particular issue.  Hiding under his blanket with a flashlight so as not to bother his roommate at the foster home.  Scared of being caught and made fun of... but even more scared for Wondorous Woman.  Whispering tiny words of encouragement to his favorite hero with each page turn, praying she wouldn't give in or give up. "And just when all hope seemed lost," he said in a dramatic voice.  "Just when it looked like she was going to lose the fight, her friends showed up!"  His eyes shone, whether with love for Wondorous Woman or for her faithful companions coming to her aid or both, it was hard to tell.  "And they beat the arch nemesis and saved the day!" And everyone went home happy. Young Toshi ran a hand over the comic fondly then passed it to the little green haired kid.  "Here!"

The small boy shook his head, pushing it back gently. "Noo... yours!"

"It's a thank you gift!" Toshi insisted.  "Please take it."

"But..." He looked at the comic in his hands, brows wrinkling sadly. "S'your favorite... dun wanna take it away...."

"But it would make me happy sharing with you and maybe you'll like her, too!"

The boy made an uncertain face, cradling the comic to his chest. His face showed a hint of a flicker, and he breathed in sharply, reflexively clutching tighter.

Young Toshi smiled.  "Thank you," he said.

Wide green eyes stared back, as if to ask what comes next? What now?

Toshi gathered the rest of his comics and put them in his backpack... then held that out to the kid as well.  He quickly looked away before he could regret it, instead looking about for the kid's parents. "Do you want to go home now?" where is home?

Izuku took the heavy bag with a grunt of effort, eventually letting it rest on the ground. Okay, I'll carry it for you... it's kinda heavy though. He looked up at the question. "...What?"

"Home?  Where you live?  Your parents?"  He tilted his head at the kid struggling and shouldered the backpack himself, then held out a hand to the little boy.  "Wouldn't they be worried you're out alone?"

Izuku's eyebrows wrinkled more, genuinely confused. "Parents?" He wrinkled his nose, vague memories of green hair and soft noises floating through his memory, but not much taking shape. A...alone? Something cold and frightening started to scrape at his heart.

"They're big people that  love you.  They feed you when you're hungry and play with you when you're bored and take care of you when you're sick and--" Toshi's brow furrowed and he brushed his free hand over his eyes.  Then he smiled sunnily down at the little kid.  "I bet you have parents looking for you right now!"

Izuku shook his head, eyes sinking towards the ground. "No." He was sure without really knowing why.

"No?  That can't be true!  You have a great Qu--" His heart hurt to see the little kid he just met so sad.  He knelt down, squeezing the small fingers twined with his. "--what I mean is, if you want, I can be uh--" a dad?  Not old enough.  Family?  But they just met.  Brother?  Maaaaybe? "--we can stick together till we find someone, ok?  How's that?  Much nicer than being alone."

Izuku looked up wonderingly. Then down at the hand that held his. He stepped a little closer, leaning against Toshi in something like a hug. I like you.

Toshi was wide eyed for a startled moment.  Then the biggest grin yet spread across his face.  And some warm feeling glowed in his chest again, happy that the little kid felt safe around him.  "C'mon," he said.  "Lemme show you my favorite spot by the river and we can read all the comics!"

A small smile sprang to life on Izuku's face, then grew to a big grin. "Okay!!" He wrapped his arms around Toshi's neck, ready to be picked up.

"Oompf!!"  The kid's weight, coupled with his backpack, made Toshi stagger and he wished for a moment that he was stronger.  But the little kid's smile fueled his energy and Toshi proudly carried both kid and comics.

Little Izuku giggled, happily looking about from his new vantage point.

Toshi giggled too then wrinkled his nose as his bangs got caught in his mouth.  He didn't want to put his little friend down.  "Cou' you ge' my 'air?"

"Huh?" Izuku took a second to get it. "Oh, uh-huh." He pulled Toshi's bang out of his mouth and dropped it, wrinkling his nose and grinning. "Eeeeeeww."

Toshi laughed even harder, his heart swelling with joy.  He jogged along the river bank, trying not to jostle the kid.  "Yeah, eating hair isn't smart," he snickered.  "Extra not my hair--it's loooong!"

Izuku took hold of the other bang, looking at it intently as he bounced along. "Shiny. Like it."

Toshi blinked as the bang's end got in his eyes.  "Thanks.  Could you hold it out of the way so I can see, please?"

Izuku held it up above Toshi's head, still gazing at it and rubbing the strands between his fingers, fixated on how gold it was in the sunlight.

The pair trotted merrily along, soon at Toshi's favorite tree.  He knew he was supposed to put the kid down now but somehow, doing so felt like losing a part of himself. weird, huh? "Uhm," he said.

"Mm?" Izuku dropped the bang and started patting Toshi's head, smushing the floof.

Toshi scrunched his face happily.  "Kid!" he said, squatting down and letting small feet touch the ground.  "Thanks, I think?"  He felt his hair, a bit messier than usual but smooshed with love.

Izuku sat down on the ground, looking up at Toshi. His gaze drifted up towards the tree branches, and he laid down on his back, staring up at them and smiling. One hand reached up as if to touch them.

Toshi flopped beside him, grinning. home? And the grin flickered to confusion for a moment.  What? h o m e? He looked to the little kid he just met, the little kid who had saved him, and Toshi felt an overwhelming desire to protect this small person with his small but powerful smiles. He too reached one hand up toward the branches.