#spacey from kiss kids

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Spacey:Wh-What The Heck,Starchild?! Starchild:*shines his shoes.* it was nothing personal! Lil Demon:are you serious?!

That Awkward Interview: Starchild

Anon: Starchild, um…you don’t if I just call you Star, right?

Starchild: Not. At. All. My friend sometimes usually calls me Star for short, nowadays. So, it’s cool.

Anon: Oh, well alright, then. *ahem* So here’s a question, um…why is there, uh…you know, the, ugh…*points it out what he’s talking about*

Starchild: Hm?…Oh! You mean the cum on my body? I just…had a long way to get to the interview…so…yeah, that’s it. Heh.

Anon: …

Starchild: 😁

Anon: …

Starchild: 😂

Anon: …You just had hardcore intercourse with one of my producers, did you?…

Starchild: Look, man, I WAS gonna, you know, do her…until I was really surprised she has a sausage under her skirt. Did she had plastic surgery, or was she born that way? I mean, I didn’t expect her to do me, instead and all, but she was gonna shove that up in my-

Anon: ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT!!!! Yuck! Seriously? How old ARE you?

Starchild:… 11?

Anon:…An 11 year old kid who had major sex with one of my female producers?

Starchild: Yes! 😀

Anon: Uh….eh…e-eh…I..and th-…you….wh-….Cut!

[reidrum]

one of me is cute, but two though?

A/N: …no explanation for this i fear. probably ovulating again. stream short n sweet, happy kinktober !

cw: *cracks knuckles* smut 18+ minors dni, softdom!spence, fingering, oral (m receiving), breeding kink, praise kink, marking?, cr**mp*e, edging, aftercare, pet names, mentions of hypothetical pregnancy, fem!reader, a very real research paper that i actually looked up and read, this is filth but at least it’s prn with plot!

wc: 3.2k

summary: spencer can’t wait to have kids with you, in fact he wants to start right now

i love feedback! and talking to people!!! especially about spencer!!! pls interact with me it would make my entire existence okay thank you also this isn’t proofread

Spencer having baby fever wasn’t new to anyone, as the godfather of two of his closest friends’ children and known to be a crowd favorite to the kids at parties, he always had a longing desire to have children of his own to love and raise.

He’ll admit that at the start of your relationship he didn’t know how far the two of you would go, what kind of future was out there for you both. But the more you integrated into his life, his routine, his values, the more he knew for certain he would spend the rest of his life with you.

That brings you to today, you and Spencer were having an errands day making stops at the grocery store and target. As you’ve finished shopping around you both stand in line to checkout, and you’re standing behind a mother holding her little baby staring at you with her big green eyes. Your face melts as you coo gently at the baby, making silly faces and enjoying her little giggles.

A completely normal moment for you, but absolutely world changing moment for Spencer. It’s like something turns primal in him watching you play with the baby. Suddenly he’s picturing you rocking cradles at night, taking your kids—his kids—out to the park, how you’d look with a round belly carrying his child.

He looks at you with an adoration fueled by need, as in he needs to get you home right now before he attacks you in the middle of target.

A gently nudge pulls him from his daydream, “Hey, you okay? Lost you for a second.”

He shakes his head and steps forward to place the items on the conveyor belt and goes up to pay, “Yeah, no I’m okay.” he says mindlessly swiping his card and grabbing the bags.

You furrow your brows and walk to the car, tabling his weird behavior for another time to discuss, “I’m too hungry to question whatever that was right now, can we get pho?”

“Sure, baby. Whatever you want.” He wraps an arm around your waist and presses a kiss to your head before getting into the driver’s seat, absentmindedly still thinking about what your little ones would look like.

After you get lunch it’s a short drive home, but Spencer can’t help but wonder how the hell he got to this point. He wanted children with you, and yet you weren’t even married, not even close to it. You had just moved in with him only a few months ago, but he’s still firm in knowing he wants to spend forever with you.

You open the door to the house, Spencer following behind imagining little footsteps pattering throughout the house, a mini you and mini him. He’s so into his daze he doesn’t see the dining table and bangs his hip against it.

He groans in pain as you rush into the room, “Are you okay? I heard a bang.”

“No, I’m fine I just hit my hip.” He winces in pain.

The suspicion from earlier rises again and you can’t help but bluntly ask, “What is going on with you? You’re being spacey and weird with me. If it’s something I did please tell—“

“Do you want kids?” he blurts out interrupting you.

Your eyes widen, “Wh—what?”

Spencer’s eyes widen too, why the hell did he just say that? “I—um…Okay, not as in right this second. But, is that…something you’d want in the future?”

You pause for a few seconds before speaking softly, “Yeah, it is.”

“Okay. Cool.” He tries to say as nonchalantly as someone who downed an espresso shot.

Then it all starts to click for you, the lingering touches, the looks at the store when you’d see little babies, on walks in the park he’d stare into the playground.

“Spencer…do you… want to have kids…with me?” You ask so softly he subconsciously moves closer to hear you better.

He tries to pull every psychology and behavior tactic he can to read the expression on your face, to decipher what you’re truly feeling, but he comes up empty and is left to grapple with the emotions of the moment on his own.

“Are you mad?”

“Mad? Oh baby, no I’m not mad. Just a little surprised, I didn’t know you felt that way about me.” You move to stand right in front of him at arm’s length, to let him know you’re right there, that you’re always there.

“How could I not? You are so beautiful, kind, and smart. I think I’d be the luckiest dad in the galaxy if my kids turned out like you.” He says softly, grabbing your hand to thumb at the palm in a soothing manner, more to calm his nerves than yours but it’s really working both ways. You couldn’t look any softer to him than right then.

He continues, “I’m sorry if I made things awkward, but I love you, and I want a future with you. House, kids, taxes, all of it.”

You fake gasp, “Even taxes?”

“Especially taxes,” He smiles as he plays into your dramatics, “Like I said, I don’t mean right now. I know there’s like thirty steps we have to take before then. But I’m here for all of it.”

“Spence…” You tearfully smile, “I love you, and I want all of it too.”

Spencer couldn’t be more happy as he slowly leans in to kiss you, lingering so you know just how happy he is. He pulls back and peppers kisses all over your face while you giggle, “Okay, okay!”

He presses one last big kiss on your forehead, cartoonish noise and all, and he wraps you up in his arms tightly.

“So…did something happen today that made you tell me?” You ponder. Of course you’d been thinking about a future with Spencer. but you didn’t know that he felt the same way, and so seriously at that.

He mumbles into your shoulder, “You were playing with that baby in the Target checkout line. And I’m not kidding, all day I couldn’t stop thinking about what you’d look like carrying our child.”

You grin wickedly, “You really wanna knock me up that bad, huh?”

“Sweetheart, you have no idea the restraint I had today to not pounce on you in the middle of the store. I would have risked the life ban in a heartbeat.”

“Yeah?” You glide your finger down his chest, “What did you wanna do?”

Spencer smirks, seeing the game you’re playing. “Well, I was thinking about this book I read on the best positions for maximum fertility.”

“So you read porn—“

“It’s not porn!” He chuckles, “It’s a real scientific study they did in Cambridge about if different positions induce fertility due to the variances in angle of the male ejaculation, and whether it would increase the rate of fertilization. It was actually really fascinating. They had the subjects do it inside the MRI machine.”

You can’t help but feel flustered, “I can't believe that turned me on.”

“I also know that you’re ovulating right now, so all your sexual senses are heightened.”

“I know I should find that funny, but it’s actually so fucking hot that you know that.” You wrap your arms around his shoulders to bring his head closer to your ear as you whisper, “Wanna go try them out?”

Spencer’s eyes darken and he immediately reacts, “Jump.” holding your thighs up so you can wrap your legs around his waist. You giggle a little above his head, cupping it with both hands as you lean down to kiss him while he walks to your bedroom.

He tosses you onto the bed with a squeal before working his shirt off, watching you slowly peel your own shirt off and shimmy out of your pants leaving you bare in a bra and panties.

He lets out a groan, “I think you’re trying to kill me.” He climbs over your body and leans down to attack your neck, one hand holding one of yours above your head the other trailing its way down. A finger traces the outline of your panties, pressing down on the wet patch near your entrance.

You moan languishly and he smirks at your reaction, “I got you, okay baby? Gonna make you feel so good.”

His finger finally slides past the fabric and makes contact with your cunt, gathering the slick and spreading it all over you. Breathless moans escape you, and by the time you’re used to one finger the fucker adds another finger and rests his thumb on your clit drawing soft circles.

The feeling of his fingers sliding so easily in and out of you is terrifyingly intoxicating, and you can’t seem to get enough. He can feel you squeezing his fingers and by your increased moans he knows you’re close, “C’mon pretty girl, you can do it.”

The little praise he gives you is enough to send you over the edge, and you’d be embarrassed at how easily it affected you if you weren’t so overcome with coming down from your peak. You slowly regain your bearing through heavy breaths and look up at him above you with hooded eyes, “Jesus, Spence.”

A wide smirk plasters on his face as he stands up from the bed, “Just getting started baby.” He makes work of his belt buckle and slides it off while you crawl over to help him with pulling his zipper down. You tug his pants down enough to expose his bulge, and you lightly palm him through his boxer.

A deep groan rumbles through his throat, his hands coming up to gather your hair in a makeshift ponytail as watches you slowly pull him out of boxers. He’s achingly hard, tip red and throbbing. You coo at him, “Poor thing, must’ve been painful today keeping this in, when all you wanted to do was come inside me, hm?” a strangled noise leaves him as you continue, “I know you really wanna sink your dick in me, but can I have just a little taste?”

The doe eyes you give him as you speak your lewd words has him nearly teetering over the edge and you haven’t even put your mouth on him yet. He nods vigorously, not trusting words to do him good and watches himself slowly disappear down into your throat, further and further back until he hits something hard and you gag a little. He mutters a sorry that sounds like a half cry half moan, but the way his hips are subconsciously thrusting into you and the hand that’s gripping your hair guiding you so, tells you he might not actually be that sorry.

“Fu—uu—uck.” his head tilts back as the overly enunciated curse flies out of his mouth. Your head bobs with a ferocity on his cock, using your hand to pump whatever you can’t comfortably fit into your mouth. Spencer thinks this is what heaven must be like, that you an angel personified have brought the pearly gates down onto the Earth and blessed him with your mouth.

You continue to take him into your throat for a few more seconds before you feel a sharp tug on your hair that wasn’t meant to hurt but might’ve felt that way with how desperate Spencer needed you off of him.

“What happened?” you ask, voice raspy and confused.

He breathes heavily, “Don’t wanna come in your mouth.” you giggle and sit up on your knees and Spencer closes the distance by reaching for your head in both hands and pulling you in for a long kiss.

“Turn around.” he whispers low, gently pushing you onto your stomach the second your back is to him. The anticipation builds as you can hear him remove the remainder of his clothing, and he climbs over you to unclip your bra and gently pull your panties over and off your legs.

He tosses them to the side and returns to looming above you while you’re splayed out on your stomach in front of him. You get on your forearms and arch your back, letting your ass and cunt be on full display for him knowing this was a position he loved. He can’t help himself but lean forward and swipe his tongue through your folds, groaning at how sweet you taste.

When he pulls off of you, you’re fully expecting his next move would be to finally be inside you. What you don’t expect, is him backing up a little and pulling your legs back towards him so you’re back to lying fully flat on the bed. Before you even have a chance to question him he’s crawling back over you and lowering his head to whisper hotly in your ear, “Have you ever tried this one?”

The long and soft whine you let out goes straight to his cock as he lines himself up at your entrance and slowly pushes in. Pushing past the folds of your cunt that wraps so perfectly around him, he’s in awe watching it enter you. You, on the other hand, are on a different planet from the feeling the new position is giving you. He’s deeper than he’s ever been in you, reaching spots you didn’t even know existed, his hands pressing onto your back so hard you know there’s going to be imprints later.

The moans escaping from you are consumed by the sheets beneath you, his pace unrelenting as he holds you in place and ruts into you.

“Spence..” you whine softly.

The weight of his hands press your body further into the mattress as he leans down right next to ear and whispers hotly, “Yeah, baby?

The emotions builds in you fast and the need to kiss him becomes stronger, “Wanna see you…Need to see you.”

His hips stutter at the tone of your voice, so whiny and desperate, all for him. He doesn’t know how he got so lucky, how he became the object of all your desires, how everyday you wake up and it’s him you choose repeatedly, and will continue to choose for the rest of time. You’ve always loved him, it was a fact you made sure that he knew every single day.

When he flips you over with a gentleness, he leans down to press a chaste kiss to your lips, hoping that the synergy flows between your contact and you can feel it in every nerve ending, just how in love he is with you. He think you got the message as he watches you move your hand between your bodies to grab at his cock and slowly guide back inside you while you both watch him push fully into you again.

He looks down between your bodies and watches his cock move in and out of you, mesmerized by the ring of slick that reappears with every pull out. It’s nearly automatic the way his thumb reaches for your clit and moves his eyes upward to watch you completely unravel at the hands of his touch.

Your brows are furrowed together in pleasure, “Fuck…’m close.” you mutter through a whine.

His hips snap to meet yours rapidly, “Yeah? Me too…” he taps your leg to lift it onto his shoulder, deepening his angle and circling you around the throes of your release. He grunts out, “Gonna let me put a baby in you?”

You clench down on him hard with a loud moan, neither of you expecting the effect his words had on you. Spencer chuckles and bends down to press love bites into the crook of your neck before trailing back up to your ear and whispers, “Didn’t think you’d be into me talking like that…you really want everyone to know who fucks you good every night? Want them to see you walk around with our baby in your belly?”

Your moans are uncontrollable at this point, it’s a miracle you can still hear him over the incoherent, borderline babbling sounds you’re making. He doesn’t relent as his hand slides up your neck to grip your jaw to hold your head in place, “Say it, I wanna hear you say it.”

A whimper falls out of you, “I—fuck—I want y—you…”

His hips slow down their pace, “Not good enough, sweetheart. Tell me what you want.”

The tiniest panic rises in you at the thought of him stopping, “No, don’t stop! Spencer, please. I want a baby, please want it all with you, please, please.” You realize in that moment you were never above begging to begin with, not when he’s between your legs offering you the world from the comfort of your sheets.

His pace quickens and groans at your pleas, leaning down closer so he’s chest to chest with you, “Oh, sweet girl,” he pants, “You’ll look so pretty carrying our kid, gonna drive me crazy watching you walk around.”

A string of moans trail out of your mouth, encompassed by the feeling of him inside you, the thoughts of your future together only adding to the intensity of the moment.

You weakly breath out, “Come inside me, please. Wanna make you a daddy.”

That was all Spencer needed to hear reach his peak and release into your cunt, rhythmic moans punctuating every thrust. Your grip on him tightens as you squeeze out every last drop of him. He feels himself become soft and gently pulls out, watching his come drip out of your hole. With a whimper he delicately picks up the excess with two fingers and enters you again, eliciting a languished whimper to match his.

“I know, I know, baby. Did so good for me, ‘m so proud of you.” he mumbles, watching the white coat his fingers as they move inside you. “Can you give me one more? Just one, I promise. Look so pretty like this, I can’t help it.”

You’re about to protest, feeling the sensitivity get the better of you when the pleasure hits again, another moan escaping you clearly telling him you can take it.

It’s a softer orgasm this time, a smaller peak but still lust filled and has you panting heavily as you come down from it. Spencer finally collapses on the bed next to you, his chest also heaving.

“You okay, baby?” he mumbles after a few minutes.

Words can’t fulfill you right now and all you can offer is a nod as you lazily lull your head over to him. He nods and reluctantly gets up from the bed despite your pout with a promise to be so quick, and returns with a wet cloth, a water bottle, and a fresh set of clothes for you. You let him gingerly clean you up before he helps dress you and slips right back into place beside you with a kiss to your temple.

“I love you…so much,” he whispers while pulling you into his embrace, “I really can’t wait to start a family with you.”

You hum contentedly, tilting your head up to press a kiss to his jaw, “I love you too.”

A few moments pass before he speaks again, “But…you’re still—“

“Still on birth control, baby. Don’t worry.”

[writtenbymoonflower]

Hi!!! I’ve literally been so obsessed with your poly!marauders fics recently and was wondering if you could do one where the reader is having really bad baby fever because of a dream where she had a 4 year old daughter named Eliane with the boys? She’s usually not a huge fan of kids but she definitely would love at least two of her own (that way they won’t be lonely like she was as a child obvi). Could you also incorporate her being curvy in some way? It always makes me happy when I see curvy representation ❤️❤️❤️

Hi sweetie! This isn't exactly like you said but I hope it's okay! Also it's not super overtly curvy!reader, but it's there if you squint. fem!reader x poly!marauders

cw: mentions of children/pregnancy, slight mention of unideal childhood

600 words

You had been lovelorn all day. Currently, you were looking all gooey-eyed at a mother who was hunched over her baby’s stroller, babbling and cooing at the child. You caught yourself, though. Snapping out of your daydream and shaking your head, returning your attention to your boyfriends. Sirius and James were running around with a rugby ball. Every time they tackled each other they kissed in a way that was far too passionate for the public. Remus sat on the bench next to you, nose deep in his latest read. 

They had suggested a day at the park, likely in response to the spacey state you had been all day. James always followed the logic that fresh air cured everything, but right now it was just making things worse. Your sight lingered back to the mother, who was now bouncing her baby on her knee. You wondered what it would be like, to take your baby to the park, love on them in all the ways you weren’t, feed and put them to bed, it filled your heart with yearning. You were in no place to have a kid whatsoever, but that didn’t mean you weren’t excited. Especially being surrounded by so much love every day, it only made you want to spread it. 

“Hey, babe! You okay?” Sirius looked at you, inspecting your face. His mouth was quirked up in a half-smile. 

“Oh, yeah! Yeah, I’m good.” You tore your gaze from the stroller, realizing that James and Sirius were now in front of you, chugging water bottles. 

“What’s so interesting?” James looked all around, scanning the park for what had caught your eye. Remus set his hand on your thigh, massaging the full flesh there. 

“Are you okay, love? You’ve been far away all day.” Remus asked gently. All three of the boys' attention was on you, making your face hot. “Are you tired? You sleep okay?” 

“Yeah, I’m good. I slept fine.” You smiled. “Do you think you would want kids one day?” You blurted out, looking nervously between the boys. “I mean obviously not right now, or any time soon. I just, had a dream last night that got me thinking about it.” 

“Aw,” Sirius melted. “You got baby fever, sweet girl?” Remus slipped an arm around your shoulders. 

“Kinda,” You said shyly. “Again, I wouldn’t want one now, it’s just,” You took a deep breath. “I just know that if I did have kids, you all would be amazing parents.” 

James pouted, his eyes welling up. “You would be a wonderful mum, honey. And I won’t speak for those two, but I would love to have kids. I want multiple, I’ve thought loads about it.” He admitted. You beamed at him. 

“Oh, you saps.” Sirius stood on his tip-toes to kiss James on the cheek. He then hauled you up, taking your spot to tug you onto his lap. 

“Siri!” He held tight around your middle. “I’m gonna crush you, let me up!” You groaned. 

“Good,” He nuzzled into your neck. “I love you, darling. I want kids with you all. You’re the best things that have ever happened to me, I wanna make sure our kids feel that love.” You thought you could cry. You all looked to Remus, awaiting his reaction. 

“I would love to do that with you all. You would be great parents, I can’t think of anyone else I would want to raise children with.” You all were a big pile of mush. 

“Right,” James started hauling you all up. “I’m gettin’ you three home, gotta love on you all before I explode.” 

[linorachas]

#3 | bang chan

tags: toys, public space, established relationship, implied exhibitionism, once again chan is a little mean and i want him

buy me coffee?

When Chan tells you he’s got you a gift, he knows the last thing you expected was for it to be a sex toy.

It was pink, small and slim, curved a little at the tip and just a little bigger than his middle finger.

At first glance, it looked harmless. When Chan lays you down on the bed and eats you out until your toes are curling and your back is arching, you don’t even feel the toy being inserted inside of you until Chan thrusts it in and out.

You blink at Chan, clearly confused as to why he would buy something so small. At this point, you’ve basically been moulded to his dick, which was way above the average size. Chan knows you can take it bigger. So what was the point of this tiny little thing?

The confusion doubles when instead of letting you return the favor, Chan just pulls your panties back up, toy still inside. He kisses you sweetly, making sure you forget about every single thing when you taste yourself on his tongue.

“You wanna come to dinner with me and the boys?” he whispers against your lips. Still in a daze from your orgasm, you just nod mindlessly. Chan grins. So good for him.

Dinner is a fun affair, as it always is when you’re with the kids. You’ve got yourselves a private spacey room in some fancy shmancy restaurant, and the food, drinks, and company put you in such a good mood that you forget there was something inside you.

Until…it starts vibrating.

You jerk in your seat, eyes wide. Everybody immediately turns to you, but before you could process anything, Chan is already cooing, leaning down to rub your calf.

“Shit, sorry baby. I didn’t mean to kick you.” Chan mumbles as he presses a kiss to your cheek, apologetic. The rest of the boys soon turn back to what they were doing after the explanation.

You turn to Chan with a panicked look, because what the fuck. What the fuck? The toy he put in you was a vibrator. And despite its small size, the vibrations were so intense you swore you could feel it in your stomach. You squirm in your seat, suddenly very aware of the toy inside of you.

But that turns out to be a big mistake, because that only pushes the vibrator in deeper, and the tip brushes against your g-spot.

You double over with a gasp.

Chan gathers you in his arms immediately. Thankfully, the music in the restaurant and the boys’ chatter were too loud for anyone to hear you gasp. But it was loud enough for Chan to hear.

Chan, who had been planning this right from the start. Chan who had one hand in his pocket and one hand around your waist. Chan, who rearranges you so you’re curled into him, face hidden in his neck.

Chan, who discreetly leans down to whisper in your ear, “Stay still and be good for me.”

You stiffen. Chan knew you always wanted to be good. Especially for him. Chan also knew you couldn’t keep still, because when you were being pleasured, you always moved. Chan always lets you grind down on his face, his fingers, his cock when you’re in the throes of pleasure. He lets you squirm, grab at his hair, play with your nipples, scratch at his back. Moan in his ear. Now, he wasn’t letting you do any of that, and you were going to lose your goddamn mind.

“Chan,” You gasp into the skin of his neck, already trembling. Chan pulls you closer.

“You like it, baby? I picked it out especially for you. I didn’t think we needed toys, but I just wanted to see you squirming like this, right here. I know you would have wanted something bigger, but that wouldn’t have been a challenge for a slut like you, would it?” Chan mutters in your ear. “A huge dildo would slip right in, since you already take my cock so well.”

Underneath the table, your hands grip the hand that was around your waist. Chan interlocks your fingers and squeezes.

“Are you going to be a good girl for me? Are you gonna sit in my lap and let me play with you with the boys all around you? Just listen. If they turned the music down, they’ll probably hear the vibrator and hear how fucking wet you are.”

You turn your head and bite Chan’s shoulder to muffle your moans. Chan hisses under his breath. He shifts, hard cock pressing against this jeans and your lower back.

“It’s hard, isn’t it? My poor girl. Do you want to sit up and grind on my thigh? The boys would see you grinding on me like a bitch in heat. Would you let them see you like that? See how desperate you are for me?”

You try to shake your head, but the jolt of heat up your spine stops you. Chan’s words coupled with the vibrator in your pussy was making you so dizzy. If Chan pushed you more, you might just end up doing what he says and actually start grinding.

When you look up, there’s a glint in his eyes that says he knows exactly what you’re thinking.

You didn’t think it was possible, but the vibrations turn up even more. This time, you can’t stop the moan that slips from your lips. It’s loud.

“Y/N? You okay?”

You freeze. Chan grins.

[quinncupine]

Stupor

I guess I stuffed all my fluffy fics away for a rainy day so here's another one!

Relationship: Izuku Midoriya X Reader

Word Count: 950

QUINN’S MASTERLIST

Summary: Getting hit with an inebriation quirk isn't so bad when you have a hero who isn't opposed to cuddling.

"Whoa!" you giggled as your feet tripped over themselves on your way into the house.

A strong hand grabbed your own before you could faceplant and pulled you upright. Biting your lip to suppress another fit of giggles, you twisted around to come face to face with two worried green eyes.

"Oh, Izuku," you patted his arm, finally realizing he was behind you, "Hey, who put that step there?"

"It's always been there." He hesitantly released you to see if you could stay upright on your own.

"I know that look," furrowing your brow, you crossed your arms, but the effect was ruined by that spacey look in your eyes, "I'm fine. You heard the doc, just a little side effect of the q…" You lost your train of thought and glanced towards the kitchen, "I'm hungry. Do you want pizza?"

"Um, maybe you should go lie down," Izuku suggested instead as he led you through the kitchen toward the living room. "The doc also said this would last a few more hours at best."

"Oh, you worry too much." As the two of you entered the living room, your body leaned back into him, and once your head hit his chest, you looked up. "Wait, why are you worrying again?"

The couch came into view, and you forgot about your question as you skipped over to it and faceplanted on the soft cushions. A muffled sigh sounded from underneath you before you yawned and did a full-body stretch.

"Come," you turned on your back and made grabby hands at him, "come lay with me."

Izuku didn't have much choice in the matter. As soon as he came close enough for you to grab his hand, you pulled him on top of you. He let out a breathy oomph and readjusted himself, so he was sitting side by side with you.

When he sat up, you scrambled to roll over so that your head lay in his lap. It was the best position to stare up into those cute freckled cheeks of his. He smoothed the flyways back from your face and settled for tracing his fingers over your forehead.

"What happened?" you asked, finding his free hand and messing with his fingers. "I feel so heavy."

"A quirk," he gently explained for the nth time since taking you home from the hospital. "Someone who couldn't control their quirk very well."

"Oh no," eyes wide, you stopped fiddling with his fingers and leaned your head up to meet his eyes. "Are they in trouble?"

"…No," Izuku murmured, finally relaxing back on the couch. "It was just a kid. An accident. He'll get some help controlling his quirk, is all."

"Good." Content with that answer, you resumed tracing little shapes into the back of his palm. "You know, I like your hands."

"My hands?' That caught him off-guard.

"Yeah." Smothering one of his palms against your cheek, you grinned. "They're soft."

"Soft?" He sounded unsure. "Really?"

"Well…no," you shrugged, "they're rough and calloused. And they've got scars all over them." Your voice trailed off into murmuring as you dazedly traced one of the bigger jagged white lines that ran the length of his palms onto the backside. "I like them, though. They hold me so soft, did you know that?"

You didn't wait for an answer, too engrossed in tracing lines down the pale, faded scars to see his flushed face. "You're so strong, and yet you've got the gentlest touch I've ever known. Don't you think so?" When you reached his wrist, you wrapped yourself around it and laid his large hand against your cheek, eyes roaming back to him.

"I-" he cleared his throat, flustered by all the insouciant praise, "-I guess so." He glanced at his other hand, observing the years of hard-earned scars, and allowed himself a small smile. "I never thought about them like that."

"Never change your hands. I love them." You placed little kisses on each fingertip, giggling at each sloppy smooch before your eyes widened and you looked at him. "Oh, but don't worry, I love you more."

Izuku laughed at that and reached over to grab your own hands, placing a loving kiss across the back. "You know, I love your hands too. They really are soft. At least, softer than mine." As he spoke, you shivered as his warm breath tickled your fingers. "And they always know just how to calm me down with a single touch." He paused just long enough to catch your hazy gaze. "But what I love most about them is that they're attached to you."

Your foggy brain tried to process the words, and with a quick glance at your own hands, you gave him a relieved smile. "Oh, I'm glad they're attached to me, too." You wiggled your fingers for proof.

"Come on," he laughed, kissing your forehead and, in one easy motion, lifted you off the couch. "Time to get some rest."

"No, wait!" You squirmed in his arms, alarmed. "What about my pizza!"

"Alright, alright!" he managed to say through your fingers, pulling at the fat of his cheeks. "I'll order the pizza!"

That seemed to do the trick, and you immediately went boneless in his arms with a content sigh. "I really love pizza." You closed your eyes for a few moments of peace before they flew open again with urgency as you grabbed his face, pulling him close to whisper, "But don't worry, I love you more…just don't tell the pizza."

Satisfied, you closed your eyes and curled into him. With a fond, if not exasperated, sigh, he went to tuck you into bed.

[danandphilplay]

phil associated To Me but maybe not to others idk what does anyone think? the other 2 polls were definitely more my dan-associated songs

Can we ignore the now added to heaven help us…… collectively ignore that… i hate making mistakes

again i might do a joint phan mcr song one?? maybe??

my reasons below so i can yap :3

the only hope for me is you. i don’t know i just like this song. phil is very danger days to me and i think its the spacey laser beam whimsy

kiss the ring is very capitalester to me i dont know why. i think its because theres a video where phil talks about having His Leathers On i dont know where he says it and thats a lyric in kiss the ring. so to me that random phil quote is immortalised in kiss the ring. i also like the instrumental bit toward the end its a little funkier than other mcr songs and phil = funky to me

the kids from yesterday I LOVE THIS SONG. its beautiful and feels so nostalgic to me. its like Youth in a little bottle to me. and phil was part of growing up for me so thats the association here. i also feel this is a good joint phan song.

vampire money is just phil striker. zach striker. to me. alter ego.

save yourself i’ll hold them back CRIMINALLY UNDERRATED BEAUTIFUL SONG. i don’t know it has the positive confidence that phil exudes !

vampires will never hurt you i don’t know just buffy i guess

cemetery drive i don’t know its just there

ykwtdtgluip im not writing that all out. its gay and dramatic. i love the guitar at the end.

the more i do this the more dan songs i want to add. like house of wolves is very dan.

heaven help us just makes sense to me

gun. i think phil should have one! joking i don’t know it’s just phil to me

[alterouslyinlove]

I’ve recently been strongly resonating with alterous attraction, for several reasons.

Basically yes I had several “romantic” relationships in high school, but I honestly have no idea if they were actually romantic. When you’re a little kid in elementary school and your best friend is a different gender, people assume you like them and you have a crush on them, so you assume that’s what you’re feeling. As a kid in kindergarten in my case when I had my first “crush”. By the time you get to high school, everyone knows that there are certain things which means you are in love with someone, and being in love has to mean romantic feelings right? Bc that’s the only type of in love? Right?? Being in love equals romantic attraction right?? Of course! No not really, but that’s high school.

So anyways, there were people I got excited to be with, that I loved talking to, that I smiled around constantly, and yeah I dated someone that all of those things happened to me, and we cuddled and kissed and for all appearances, had a romantic relationship. But… was it?? Or was it me assuming that getting excited and butterflies around someone, getting spacey eyed around someone, and enjoying cute gooey lovey stuff automatically meant romance? Butterflies happen when I’m nervous too. I get spacey eyed when I’m daydreaming about fanfics. And I liked gooey lovey stuff with my platonic qpp too where there was no romantic feelings. Was I just assuming that the feelings I had at that time were romance bc that was the pressure I felt from society and from my partner?

Looking back on it, I can’t say for sure that it was romantic attraction or if I just assumed it was and believed it was.

What makes it more confusing is that I like certain romantic aspects, and with my partner now, I love the things that would be “romantic coded” and I am definitely in love with her, but I can’t say for sure that it’s romantic. I found this explanation for alterous attraction, and it’s so relatable. “I want to be with you and talk to you and do everything with you, I just don’t care how it looks for us or how we categorize our relationship.” I’m happy to let my gf take the lead in how romantic or not our relationship appears bc it doesn’t matter to me.

I’ve settled on this term for my attraction towards my girlfriend: romance-inclined alterous. I’m in love with her, and I enjoy doing romantic type things with her, but I might not always feel that romantic attraction towards her. I’m inclined to like romantic things with her and I might sometimes feel romantic attraction towards her, but I won’t all the time.

Kinda turned into a ramble, but what do you think about terms like romance-inclined alterous?

that’s a good way of explaining it!! im sure there are a ton of other ppl that feel that way too, i think that’s a good term. but yeah thanks for sharing :)

[hexedrosel-arts]

OC alt outfits but the colors are off

Cosmo, Willow, Emory, and Lilith will probably be the first few to get digitalized so they can be properly colored and have extra details added(Cosmo needs more space deco on the overalls and look less like a minion)

and Funfacts:

Cosmo's alt outfit names was "Axe a question" but I decided with "Feeling spacey instead"

Emory's alt is just an old outfit she made

Carrie always wears her hair in a side pony when she is either, trying to think harder than usually(hair is annoying to feel), or when she is casting magic

On good days, Willow uses a cane, good days are few and far between for him though

Ray's chest is rotting from the inside out, on this point Ray may or may not be eating his own organs do to this rot as his stomach hasn't been rotted yet.

Honor's outfit is the one she wore in her and Ray's story(though the arm cover is a bit too short, you can tell she doesn't have arms here)

Navy eye reveal in this outfit, also he floats

Celina loves vintage stars, she dresses like them in between ballet and breaking things with her baseball bat.

Lilith enjoys wearing scene kid clothing, but she tends to avoid as it a.) breaks her business woman persona and b.) she worries that her stomach makes her looks unflattering to even wear the clothes she likes.(If your wondering how she hides it in her suit, she wears something that starts with c and ends in set)

Azure finds stars fascinating, but she can only see them through picture books, never being allowed outside, though she believes she has been out there before.

Edden's birth marks are underneath his mouth so it makes a :(, Emory and Lace are :> and :< respectively.

Elliott likes to mimic his brother's outfits, but he never does in front of people cause he would rather die than show any sort of affection or adoration for his family.

if you read this, know that Willow and Cosmo would cigarette kiss if they could get their hands on cigarettes

[in-every-reality]

Hi! I hope your doing well!

I feel like we are particularly parched when it comes to Tam x reader (Or any Kotlc x reader) especially on Tumblr so I was wondering if I could request a Tam (Kotlc) x f!reader where reader is also a flasher and is a little jealous of Rayni. Not in a way where she hates Rayni but more like she feels like Rayni would be so much more perfect for Tam. Also reader being Keefe's sister and while Gisela was giving Rayni a home, she was neglecting her actual kids and so reader never really feels like she deserves to be loved. Maybe she was kind of like a backup in case Keefe messed up and Gisela tested a lot of things on her like she was an experiment. Reader feels really guilty because she does like Rayni and she feels like she's in the way and very out of place. I know guilt can be really serious within the lost cities so its like shes trying to push it out of her mind and just stop feeling. Maybe she ends up breaking down in front of Tam and he comforts her.

I really hope I made sense here because I'm super bad at this and its my first time requesting something, haha. Thank you and I hope you have a great day! :)

(Trope: Hurt/comfort w/ established romantic relationship)

A/N: Thank you so much for the request! Sorry it took me so long to finish this 😭 I started writing it a week after I got it and it took me a week to finish (no excuse there). I’ve missed writing for my favorite boy <3 I took some creative liberties with this request (majorly self-indulgent… my bad) :

reader is a flasher, but has some other abilities as well due to experimentation

reader was taken to the Neverseen with Tam during Flashback/ Legacy, but they didn’t have much time together and their experiences were pretty different.

Reader wasn’t raised with Keefe, despite being Gisela’s daughter — and Cassius is NOT her father (though no other clear parents are outlined in this work).

Hope you all had a great Christmas (or any holidays you celebrate around this time) and Happy New Year! My requests are open <3

CW: use of y/n, angst, mentions of breakup/leaving (doesn’t happen), forms of SH (overworking to the point of pain), blood, death mentioned, torture mentioned, violence, ability malfunction, kissing (nothing too heavy), language (f#ck is said once).

Nothing.

You could find absolutely nothing to hate about Rayni Aria.

Sure, she had her flaws — she was vague, had an attitude, had bound you and Tam with ethertine and forced you both into Keefe’s “transformation,” and was part of the terrorist group that had been trying to kill your friends for years.

But you just… couldn’t hate her.

Her shiny, black hair that seemed to float before her face as she spoke, her petite build adding to her angelic beauty, and her pale blue eyes that stood in stark contrast to her bronze skin — they all worked to make Glimmer absolutely stunning.

You were sure your boyfriend had noticed the same; you couldn’t help but wonder how he stayed with you when she was right there.

No. You wouldn’t let yourself think like that, not when Tam had always assured you of his loyalty to you; not when Rayni had helped you through living with the Neverseen just like him (albeit your relationship was more awkward with Gisela in consideration); and definitely not when you had so many greater issues to worry about.

“[Y/N].”

You were pulled from your thoughts as a voice called your name, and only then did you realize you had zoned out. “Sorry, what was that?”

Rayni pursed her lips. “I just asked if you were down for lunch.” She paused, a look as close as she could get to concern across her face. “You alright? You’ve been… spacey, recently.”

“Yeah — I mean, yeah, I’m fine. But I’m… not hungry. Thanks, though.” You walked over to where she and your boyfriend stood, picking up your Imparter from the coffee table between them and pressing an absent-minded kiss to Tam’s cheek. “I’m gonna get out of here for a little while.”

He tilted his head into the contact, but it was gone all too soon. He looked down at you, slightly puzzled. “You sure?”

Rayni raised an eyebrow, her gaze flitting between you and Tam — but she kept quiet.

You nodded, though your smile definitely looked forced. “I’m sure. I’ve been meaning to get some training in. Just need some time to think, yeah?” You laced your fingers with his, giving his hand a light squeeze before pulling back.

“Yeah, okay,” he muttered. His touch lingered on yours for a heartbeat longer, but he didn’t push.

Rayni looked you up and down for a moment, but she didn’t seem interested enough to press further either. “…Okay, then. Catch you later?”

“Later,” you muttered, though you were already halfway out the door.

<>

You flexed your palms, energizing and dimming the multicolored orb before you. After the ethertine had blocked your umbrakinesis for a while, you’d had some time to focus on your other abilities — specifically Flashing.

Not that you were making much progress. You had to keep it small, and you couldn’t control anything “experiment-worthy;” you were probably on par with Wylie. The last time you’d tried something bigger, you’d ended up blind for two hours and the strobe rays were visible from Eternalia. It was the one ability you couldn’t seem to get some control over.

Deep down, part of you couldn’t help but stop yourself before you could do anything substantial. Even so many days after you’d been freed, you still felt the freezing burn of the ethertine bonds at your wrists, the flashes at your eyes when you were using your other abilities without orders. You weren’t sure you’d ever truly recover your relationship with the light. Maybe you’d never be able to use it properly.

Unlike Glimmer.

Were you even useful as a Flasher anyway? The team already had Wylie and Elwin, and Rayni’s mastery had rendered yours practically obsolete.

You closed your fist, the orb vanishing. This wasn’t going anywhere.

Maybe it was time to move onto something else, something you were confident in.

If there was one thing you were good for, it was fighting.

<>

Eighteen. Your hands were growing sore.

Nineteen. That’s when your knuckles began to sting.

Twenty. You let your hands drop to your sides, rubbing at the crescent indents in the heels of your hands from your knuckles digging into your palms. The cloth hand wraps were coming loose, but you couldn’t be bothered to fix them.

With each breath, your chest heaved. Your forearm came up to rest against the leather of the punching bag, forehead following in suit as you closed your eyes and took a minute to breathe.

That was set three… out of ten.

With one final groan, you took a step back and shook out your hands. Raising your fists again, you braced for set four.

One.

Damn, this hurt.

Two.

What other choice did you have?

Three.

This was all you were made for.

Four.

Hit after hit.

Five.

Punch after punch.

Six.

Strike first.

Seven.

Or take it.

Ei—

“[Y/N].” Tam stood at the entrance, arms folded over his chest as he crossed the room to you.

Your fist paused, lowering back to your side as you looked to the doorway of your training gym. You visibly relaxed, turning to face him with the closest thing to a smile you could muster. “Hi,” you said breathlessly. “You doing okay?”

“I should be asking you,” Tam deadpanned, stopping before you. “I haven’t seen you in over an hour, you haven’t eaten in six — what’s going on with you lately?”

Oh. So, you hadn’t been that subtle. “It’s nothing. Just… felt like clearing my head.” You turned back to the punching bag, fists up once again.

“What’s on your mind, love? I can’t help if you’re not telling me anything.”

You felt a pang of guilt at the love in his voice, the concern etched between his features. “I don’t even know myself. Everyone has enough on their plate. Guess I’m just… feeling a little guilty for this whole thing, you know?” You sent another punch, avoiding eye contact. “Got everybody so worked up over us being gone—” Hit. “—but I’m not really that useful while I’m here, either.”

Eight. Nine. Your hits grew erratic. You lost track of the counts in your head, knuckles landing harder and harder.

You heard him draw in a breath, letting out a low sigh as he stepped closer, holding the bag still. “Stop that. You know how dangerous guilt is. You have nothing to be sorry for.”

Ten. Eleven. You had everything to be sorry for. Countless times you had lost control, distracted everybody by almost getting yourself killed.

Twelve. You’d gotten the Black Swan a few victories, sure. You were a good fighter; but you couldn’t fight yourself long. You were fast. You couldn’t outrun the truth, though. You were powerful; yet you couldn’t overtake your own head when it really mattered.

Thirteen. “I know.” Lie. “Not something I can really control, is it?”

His hand caught your next punch, wrapping over your knuckles. “[Y/N].”

You forced yourself to glance up, stomach dropping. Tam’s eyes were narrowed, but you caught purely calculating worry in the way he looked over you.

He took your hand into both of his. “You’re bleeding.” You could do nothing but watch his movements as he carefully removed the wrappings on your knuckles, stepping so close you could feel his breath against your neck.

It felt like a lifetime before he finally dropped your hands — though he didn’t let go. “You’ve been so distant since we came back. I know everyone deals with things differently, but I’m worried about you.” With two fingers on your chin, he tilted your face up to really look at him. “Talk to me.”

Maybe it was the softness of his voice. Maybe it was the gentle touch on the back of your hand. Whatever it was, something about his actions made you fall apart.

You felt your eyes begin to burn, tears blurring your vision and threatening to spill over. You managed a whisper, guilt gripping at your throat.

“It’s not about us coming back.”

Tam cocked his head, lips pursed in confusion.

“I mean, it is, a little.” Your eyes dropped to the side. “Feels like… maybe I shouldn’t have. Like everyone would’ve been better off.” Your voice got thick, and you could feel Tam tense at your side.

“And what the hell would lead you to think that?”

The solemnity of his voice destroyed you, and before you knew it, you had resorted to punching again. “I’m being replaced anyway. I can’t keep up with what I’m needed for, anymore. I might be powerful, but I don’t have enough else going to keep being a priority.” At this point, you were talking to yourself. It was as if he wasn’t even there, your words taking over your own thoughts. The only thing grounding you to your surroundings was your damp, stinging knuckles slamming into cold, rough leather.

You swallowed your cries, blinking furiously as your vision clouded. Yet, you couldn’t stop yourself from continuing.

“[Y/N], please. What are you talking about?”

“I know she’s better than me. You know it, the group knows it, my own mother knows it—” Your words caught in your throat, tears finally spilling over. You laughed. It was a sound without humor, a sound of hysteria, mixing terribly with your broken sentences. Your punches stopped, arms wrapping around the punching bag as you slide to your knees.

Tam instantly crouched down beside you, an arm wrapping around your waist to hold you up. His other hand guided your head into the crook of his neck as his thumb ran over your jaw. Realization settled into him like wading into cold water — he wanted to step back, back to where it was more comfortable, back to where he didn’t have to acknowledge his own wrongs.

But for you, he stepped forward.

“…This is about Glimmer.” His voice was soft; no judgement, no impatience.

You forced yourself to pull your face from the warmth of his shoulder, staring up at him. You hated realizing how pathetic this must seem. You hated being seen like this, so immature in your jealousy.

“It’s not her fault,” you whispered. “But… ever since she came back with us, I haven’t mattered. I don’t know if I ever really have. Gisela chose her. All those years I didn’t even know I was hers, never had any acknowledgement her blood ran through my veins, and she was out there raising Rayni like her own perfect daughter. And I know–I know that’s not fair, I know Gisela mistreated her, too, but… why not me? All that work into making me the perfect weapon, and she tossed me aside. But that’s not… Glimmer’s fault.”

Tam held your gaze, a hand on your shoulder keeping you steady. “And… you’re going to trust the infamously manipulative terrorist leader’s judgement? [Y/N]. Gisela didn’t choose you because she knew she couldn’t control you. She’s quite possibly the worst person to have approval from. And you — you’re strong, yes. You’re powerful, yes. But you’re so much more than that to all of us, okay? You’re so much more than that to me. However, I know you, which means I know there’s something else to this. You said Rayni was better than you. You said… ‘everyone knows it.’ Do you—do you think I think that?” His voice was still calm, but a little worry seeped in.

You wanted to give him the good answer. The right answer. You tried to assure yourself, to assure him, you really did.

“Of course not. It’s just… I’ve seen the way everyone looks at her. You’re not quite the same, but it’s close. She’s just so… so beautiful. Fuck, she’s amazing. No matter how much everyone wants to hate her, I know they all see it. I know you see it. And it feels like I left everything worth loving about me in the Neverseen. I don’t have it in me to be beautiful anymore.”

He blinked slowly, letting out a sigh. His grip tightened gradually as he tugged you onto his lap, his heartbeat against yours.

“[Y/N]. Please. You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. I’m sorry that I haven’t made sure you know that. To tell you the truth… I have been talking to Rayni more; and I have been talking to you less. But… Sources, I—the issue was never you. And it was never that I preferred Rayni. I was scared, love. I was scared that I lost what was worth loving; that I wouldn’t be enough for you after what the Neverseen took from us, from me. I spent more time with Rayni because it was easier to face her and know she’d done worse, to know I’m on her level at least… than to be with you, and know I may never deserve you; to know I’m not the light you need.”

You cupped your hands around his neck, about to speak, but he stopped you.

“But this isn’t about me right now. Because I know better. I know, even if I don’t deserve it, I’ll always be yours. This is about you. The point is, I haven’t done nearly as well as I should have at making you feel loved.” Tam paused, brushing your hair out of your face. “You are loved. Not just by me… but especially by me.” You smiled at that, and some of the remorse in his heart eased.

“I love you,” he whispered. “It will always be you.”

You two stayed like that for a while.

Just him and you.

<>

Thank you for reading! Hope you enjoyed <3

[rosalind-hawkins]

You mind if I send another ship for the ask game? Protectshipping this time (⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠)

Absolutely! I did write a fic for them once, and I think that was my only real Tristan fic before I wrote my Carryshipping fic. I just don't do much with Tristan as a character, no offense to the dude. But that doesn't stop me from having headcanons!

Gives nose/forehead kisses

Tristan, all the time. He will smother Ryou in face kisses until Ryou manages to snag him into a "real" one.

Gets jealous the most

Tristan. We know he has a jealous personality, and he doesn't like how much attention Ryou gets from the girls.

Picks the other up from the bar when they’re too drunk to drive

It doesn't happen often, but sometimes Tristan goes a little too hard when he's out with Joey and the buddies, but Ryou is right there with them and drives him home.

Takes care of on sick days

Tristan is very caring and knows how to take care of Ryou. Ryou does his best when it's his turn but needs a little instruction (it's hard to know how to take care of people when you've always lived alone).

Drags the other person out into the water on beach day

Ryou is so afraid of getting sunburned that he doesn't want to go out into the sun, but Tristan makes him and they have a lot of fun—and Tristan spreads the aloe on his sunburns for him the next day.

Gives unprompted massages

Neither of them, they're really not the type. Maybe after they've been together for a long time, Ryou will.

Drives/rides shotgun

Tristan drives and Ryou is perched on the back of his bike like perfect little arm candy, being thrilled and excited and nervous all at once.

Brings the other lunch at work

I think Tristan beings it to Ryou, who's a little spacey and forgetful sometimes.

Has the better parental relationship

Tristan for sure, because Ryou is one of those characters where it's hard to have a worse parental relationship.

Tries to start role-playing in bed

Maaaaaaybe Ryou, if he's had a few drinks and he's feeling a bit silly, but he usually passes out halfway through. Sleepytime for him.

Embarrassingly drunk dancer

Ryou, but it would take a lot for that to happen. All the right circumstances would need to line up, like a Halloween party with his friends and spiked punch.

Still cries watching Titanic

Ryou. The idea of love that powerful just gets him everytime. Tristan didn't cry, but he'll hold Ryou while he does.

Firmly believes in couples costumes

Tristan suggests it in a very low-pressure way, and Ryou will go for it sometimes.

Breaks the expensive gift rule during Christmas

Tristan goes overboard, boy can't help it when he's smitten.

Makes the other eat breakfast

Tristan keeps his spacey little cryptid boyfriend happy and healthy, which includes making sure he eats good meals and takes his vitamins and all that good stuff.

Remembers anniversaries

Ryou always dies, and the first time Tristan forgets, he puts reminders in his phone and email so it doesn't happen again. Tristan felt so guilty for forgetting, he hates seeing Ryou upset like that.

Brings up having kids

I actually have no idea on this one. It's a coin flip for me. I see them as being more pet parents than anything else, though, idk.

BONUS HEADCANON

Ryou has the weirder taste in music while Tristan has very mainstream music in his playlists. Whenever Ryou uses his accounts for music, it screws up all his recommendations so badly. It takes forever to fix. Ryou is pretty oblivious to the fact that he's doing this, and Tristan doesn't say anything because he didn't want Ryou to think he doesn't like his music or doesn't want him listening to the stuff that makes him happy.

[zebrarainblowbacon7262699]

Kiss Kids:We’re afraid of the dark!!!!

[zebrarainblowbacon7262699]

As the world has discovered…that boy is everywhere.

[ask-will-and-nico]

Nico pursed his lips and looked towards the cabins. “I should probably go talk to Jason,” he said. Jason was his best friend, and he wanted Jason to know that he was feeling off, especially since Zeus was trying to use him to escape. Jason still didn’t know the full extent of what his father had done to Nico—he just knew that he’d attacked him—and Nico wondered if going into detail would help prevent Jason from falling for any mind tricks that Zeus might try to use. Then again, Nico trusted Jason. Would he really need to spill his guts to assure Jason’s loyalty? “Hey,” Will said, squeezing his hand. “Stay with me.” Nico gave him a strained smile. “Sorry,” he said. He hadn’t realized he’d gotten so lost in thought.

“I can come with you to Jason’s cabin, or not if you want privacy, I’m just worried about you wandering off right now,” Will said honestly. He seemed so spacey and far-off, Will was worried that the moment he let go of Nico’s hand he’d become untethered. “I’m not a baby,” Nico mumbled. Will hummed softly and nodded. “I know you’re not, but you’re pretty spacey right now. I just want to make sure you don’t get taken by a stray harpy or an overzealous dryad,” he added. Nico huffed, but he didn’t say anything else. “I think I want to talk to Jason myself,” Nico said. Will nodded slowly. He could go to the infirmary and check everything over one last time, and check on those two kids and make sure they were doing alright. “Okay, I’ll meet you back at your cabin. I should probably swing by my cabin and make sure I have enough clothes and everything,” Will said. He was probably talking to himself again already, Nico was likely zoned out already, lost in his own thoughts. Will squeezed his hand gently until Nico eventually nodded, and Will kissed him on the forehead before they parted ways. He trusted Nico, and he just hoped getting out of camp soon would fix things. He was probably putting a little bit too much blind faith in it, but he was running out of options.

[bella-goths-wife]

Truth in a picture part one

Father lost boys x reader

“Are those box’s too heavy” your boss, Paul asked concerned

“No I’m fine” you reassure as you lift the box cautiously

You had been working for Paul for a few weeks now. He was a good boss and was kind, he always defended you from rude customers and overall looked out for you. 

Working as Paul’s employee was practically heaven, apart from the dirty surroundings. So you decided that since Paul couldn’t do it himself on the account that he was an old man, you would do it for him.

“You seem spacey today” Paul commented as he hovered around you as you lifted box’s “something wrong?”

“Just got a lot on my mind” you say offhandedly as you start to unpack the old box’s your found in the back

“Want to talk about it?” Paul asks concerned

“Nah I’ll be fine” you say with a gentle smile and a shake of you head.

Today was the day that you would be meeting up with James and Michael at the bar. Today was the day you would trick your fathers. You were nervous but you were also curious

As you were lost in your thoughts you pulled out a photo. The photo was folded back so the only visible person was a young woman who had surprisingly similar looks to yours

“Ah I see you’ve found Katie” Paul comments sadly as he looks at your confused face “she looks so happy in this photo”

“She does” you say with a furrow in your eyebrows as you look at this woman with fading familiarity.

“It’s a shame I couldn’t frame it” Paul sighs as he goes into the back to get another coffee

As your about to question him, you unfold the photo and see an shockingly familiar face staring back. David’s blue eyes glared into the camera and effectively pierced your soul.

He had his arm thrown around the woman’s shoulder and was kissing her other hand as he looked at him with a smiley, amused face.

Thoughts rushed through your head like fast cars on a motorway. How did David know this woman? Was she one of his victims? Why does she look so familiar?

Your broken from your thoughts when Paul emerges and looks inside the box before plucking another photo out.

“This one it a good one too” Paul says with a smile “it was taken just a few days before she…”

Paul cuts himself off as he sighs and puts down the photo on the counter and you take a good look. It’s the same woman as before holding a infant, you’d say around 2-3 year old. She’s kissing the girls forehead and the child has a delighted look. Why does that little girl look so familiar?

“My granddaughter” Paul breaks the silence with a sullen tone “she went with Katie and never came back, she was a good kid”

“What was her name?” You ask as you comfortingly stroked his back when you saw tears well up in his eyes

“Y/n” he answered and you looked at him taken aback “I know, the universe surprised me when you walked in”

You head an engine rev outside and you look as Paul sadly as he takes the queue to wipe his eyes. You look at the photo once more and a wave of ice fills your blood.

While his backs turned, you take the photo and stuff it in your pocket before standing in front of him and hugging him. He doesn’t respond at first but he then embraces you.

“My uncles here” you announce as you release Paul “I have to go”

“See you Monday kid” Paul says as he pats your back

You rush out the bookstore and see Paul waiting on his bike with a bored look. Thank god it was Paul, he couldn’t read your emotions for the life of him.

“You good?” He asks with a frown as he hears your elevated heart beat and looks at the store with a glare “your boss being a creep?”

“No just running around after a customer” you lie and you get in the bike and wrap you arms around his waist.

Paul just shrugs his shoulders and takes the two of you to the cave on his bike.

Thank god he couldn’t sense your fear.

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“Hey baby” Dwayne greets you at the entrance of the cave with a hug “I’ve made dinner for you so you have enough energy for tonight”

“Okay dad” you say without thinking

“Dad?” Dwayne says with a questioning look, that wasn’t your usual name for him

“Sorry, I’ve got a lot on my mind” you say almost impatiently

Dwayne nods suspiciously and you rush past him to the living area. He calls after you but you send a half thought of excuse over your shoulder at him.

You look to see if anyone was in the living room, when you saw the coast was clear you walked towards the wall of the cave quickly.

You look up at the only photo that was hung up. A picture of your fathers standing together with a young you in David’s arms as they adoringly look at you.

You almost smile at the photo before an icy reminder runs down your spine. You had to stay on task

You pull out the photo of Paul’s daughter and her child. You look at it one more time before holding it beside the photo of you and your fathers.

You looked identical to the girl in the picture.

The reveal almost makes you drop the photo but your fear compelled you to grip it tight. What the fuck?

You were Katie’s daughter, you were Paul’s granddaughter. You were not your fathers child, they stole you.

Why would they do this? What did they do to Katie? Why didn’t they tell you? Were you just a pet to them? Or even worse, were you a future meal?

“You okay kid?” You heard David question from behind you, you turn and stuff the picture in your back pocket

“I’m f-fine” you stutter out as you try to act naturally

David just sighs and puts his hand on your shoulder while the other goes to your cheek. He looks at you with a reassuring look

“If your worried about tonight, don’t be” he reassures as he rubs your cheek lovingly “Paul will be there to protect you if things get out of hand”

“I know dad” you say with a forced smile “I need to get ready”

You rush out of his arms and walk down the caves halls with a fast pace. You reach your room and one thing goes through your mind

You have to get the fuck out of here.

[fungusfairgrounds]

People are doing a screenshot of an ask box thing on twitter from tumblr for their oc x canon im just gonna do it here+skipping some i dont wanna answer. Sorry if this ends up in a tag cause i say their name or w/e idc.... enjoy the fruits🍑🍐🌺🌟🌷🌻🌷🌻🌷

Grushangel answers in blue Hydieon in pink

1. Who makes the other blush all the time and who finds it adorable

I think they both make each other blush and they both think its cute lol...but Angel has an easier time flustering Grusha.

Hydie isn't quick to fluster, so Leon probably blushes more in that sense. They're both happy blushers though and both think its cute

2. Who sings in the shower

Angel hums sometimes, I don't think Grusha sings in the shower

Both probably, really loudly

4. Who embarrasses the other in public with kisses and pet names

Angel and Grusha are always calling each other pet names its not that embarrassing to them. It is probably embarrassing to their little siblings if they're there, though...#cringe. They don't really kiss in super public places, so if one kisses the other at the store or somethin it might make them a lil shy. I can see it either way

Hydieon dont caare they're PDA kings lol

5. Who curses, and who reprepends the other for it

Currently they all curse and are responsible about who they curse in front of. I think at first Grusha was a lil more loose with cursing but Angel didnt like him cursing in front of Cole so maybe he got a little scolding. Hydie might sometimes forget but hes not scolded for it, just reminded to not do that

6. What small quirks do they love about each other

I want to answer this one but I can't think rn I'll come back to it maybe ✌❤

7. Who makes the other laugh more

Angel and Grusha both make each other laugh a lot, its one of the initial reasons they're so fond of each other [:

Hydie probably makes Leon laugh more but Leon is always so giggly with Hydie to me so. Lala

8. Who gets jealous easier

Grusha definitely I think... not like super jealous per say but more so he just sometimes wants to hang out with Angel alone since its a rarity so when others get to hes just grr..

For Hydieon I donnt know I dont think theyre particularly jealous people. Maybe envious of some things but idk

9. How did they know they were right for each other

I got no clue how to answer this one but I do want to say I dont think there was an all knowing moment I think they are just happy together and make life joyful for the other and inspire the other to be better and grow and thats enough

10. Who brings up the subject of kids first

I think Angel always wanted a baby, but didn't know how Grusha felt so he never brought it up + they're already raising their little siblings so it felt like a tricky subject. So, he's pretty happily surprised when Grusha actually does bring up that he wants to be a dad. Also important to me cause shows a lot of healing in Grusha too...

I feel like they both kinda bring it up but in different ways ? Hydie is more subtle and points out lots of baby things in stores or mentions the families around them etc etc Leon eventually is the one to actually ask about it

11. Who's adorable when they're sleepy, and who gets grumpy and irritable

I dont like how this question is worded i dont think any of them are adorable per say

I think if anything Angel can be a little silly tired, but he's usually just groggy and zones out a lot. Grusha seems like he would be either cranky or really sad when he's tired.

Hydie might either be a tad snappy or very spacey depending. Leon i think doesn't change much I think he is good at hiding when he is very tired minus the several yawns.

12. Who's more protective

Grusha lala... i think he gets overly worried at times. Angel cares too but I think Grusha's experiences made him prone to really worry about the safety of those he cares about. He usually sends one of his Pokemon with Angel whenever he heads down the mountain just for that extra security. Keeps Angel safer but also so Grusha doesn't have to worry...as much.

Both Leon and Hydie are super protective of the other haha... I think they are both willing to sacrifice themselves for the other. Leon feels he has to do things on his own to protect Hydie though, but Hydie isn't having any of that lol. Hydie is very much a uses his body to shield Leon kinda guy, either very apparently (jumping in front of him when there's an angry Pokemon) or not so much (walking so he's between the street and Leon).

13. How do they express their feelings

Angel and Grusha both like to make the other laugh to express their love... they tease each other a lot too. Whenever they get time for just the two of them they enjoy every moment, and even if family is there they still do little things to feel closer. They are almost always holding the others hand when they're out and about on errands lala.

At home they show care and love a lot too by taking care of each other the best they can. Like i juuust said Grusha often has one of his pokemon go with angel when he goes off to work on art to make sure he stays safe. Angel makes sure Grusha eats well and always has a dish he likes at meals. When Grusha moves in, Angel invests in a lot of small things to make Grusha's life easier since he's disabled.

They get each other promise rings too when Grusha moves in...i dont wanna write it all out rn but felt like an important bit about how they express love.

Hydie and Leon just love to have fun together, making the other smile just makes them feel very loved I think.

They take the time to listen to each other and even dabble in the others interests as a way to get to know them better and feel more connected. Leon takes up gardening for Hydie so they can work on their garden together, meanwhile Hydie learns more about Pokemon battling so he can battle with and against Leon. He's not very good but I'm sure they make for a very annoying double battle with Leon's heavy hits and Hydie's status effects.

They do spend lots of time together though, pick each other up from work if they're able, go on evening walks, etc etc. I think they are just casually very lovely dovey haha. You can feel the lil hearts around them when they are together.

14. Where would they go on a 3 am adventure

Angel and Grusha live on Glaseado mountain and its always snowing so I think a 3 am adventure might be dangerous for them. If anything they might go to the convenience store, they don't want to leave home too long since their lil brothers also live there and might need them.

Hydie and Leon might go just about anywhere lmao. They might be out camping, or walking in the empty streets and looking at the stars. Maybe at the park on the swings and just laughing and playing. I think its nice for Leon to be out like that and not worry about being flooded by people...even if the two are sleepy the next day its worth it.

17. Who picks flowers for the other

Grusha would pick flowers for Angel I think if they are out and about... in general Grusha does like to buy Angel flowers a lot too. Angel likes to paint the flowers Grusha buys him, he probably has a sketchbook for tbat specifically haha.

They like to have picnics when they can and relax, so I can imagine Grusha putting flowers in Angel's hair, too...Angel probably returns the favor.

Both ! Leon really likes getting Hydie bouquets while Hydie likes to bring home picked flowers for Leon+ cuttings from the garden for them both to enjoy

18. Which one wears the "im with stupid" shirt

Angel

Neither

19. Whos the better dancer

Angel isn't a good dancer I dont think but he probably wins by default cause Grusha only has one real leg

I think Hydieon dances silly but they do love to dance together. They dance in the kitchen a lot or in the garden, lil moments of joy

20. Who infodumps and who listens with heart eyes

I think this question only fits Hydieon lmao anyways the answer is both, they love to listen to each other talk and take turns sharing their fixations

Ok im editing in Grushangel. I dont think its necessarily info dumping but when Grusha is okay with it again (therapy yay) he probably watches a lot more sports and Angel watches with him even if its not really his thing, its fun and he loves what it means to Grusha.

Grusha would listen to Angel talk about art stuff too, not so much heart eyes but he would come to adore Angel's passion for the arts. It rubs off on him a bit and he gets into knitting haha.