#the little kissing robot from highschool?

[whatt-the]

A little birdie told me you wanted to kiss mista Stanford Pines

Don't go overboard with it

Or just don't listen to me, ya know, get em breathless

[gay-dorito-dust]

Do you still take requests for Ford x reader?? If yes can I pls request reader teaching Ford how to kiss? I've just read headcanon that despite whole kissing robot history this men is inexperienced as f. ck, I would appreciate if it was more fluff than steamy, just lots of giggling, flustered senior citizen and bonding moment, thank you in advance!!

‘You haven’t never kissed anyone? Never?’ You asked as you sat across from the older man.

Ford scratched the back of his head as he averts his gaze towards where your knees pressed against one another, finding it more interesting than meeting your eyes at the moment. ‘I’m sure you’ve been told by Stanley of the whole robot incident back in highschool.’ He trails off while a blush spreads across his handsomely aged face.

It was obvious that he was embarrassed by it but you couldn’t help but think about how well he looked when being flustered and shy, sure the smart man of science act was well fitting for him too, however you can’t help yourself but to admire how cute Ford looked with cheeks the colour of cherries and a sheepish smile that made it almost impossible for you not to hold his face between your hands and kiss him senseless; Yet you managed to restrain yourself as to not frighten Ford off by accident.

You smiled as you reached your hand out to hold his own, which was clenching his trousers until his knuckles were white, and rub your thumb over it reassuringly. ‘That’s okay, there’s no shame in not having kissed anyone, if it’s any consolation I didn’t have much luck either until far later in life.’ You said and Ford looked at you.

‘Really?’ He asks.

‘Yeah, why do you sound so surprised?’ You replied.

‘Well you’re you, anyone would be very lucky to have shared such an intimate first with you.’ Ford said softly as you now felt yourself become flustered from his comment, smiling sheepishly as you glanced down at your lap before looking back over at him again, shrugging your shoulders. ‘Not many people see me the way you do, but then again most people don’t bother to look up from their phone screens nowadays to notice anything of worth.’

‘Sounds like their loss.’ Ford says and your waves it off.

‘It is their loss,’ you glanced towards his lips, unable to hide the need to feel themselves against yours a second longer. ‘would you like me to kiss you now.’ You add abruptly and straight forward that poor Ford-who was already on the edge of the bed- almost fall off had your hand holding his own not keep him steady and in place. ‘I wouldn’t- I- if you don’t mind.’ Ford fumbled his words as he readjusted his glasses back up his nose out of nervousness. You then reached both hands up to cup his face, feeling the warmth of his cheeks against your palms and stroking the skin in means to ease the tension within him as best you could.

‘Relax Ford I can feel how tense you are and I’m just holding your face.’ You giggled and Ford couldn’t help but giggle alongside you, feeling himself stuck between whether he was excited or absolutely nervous about finally having his first kiss at the ripe age of 60, however he knew that he was the safest he’ll ever be within your presence was enough to have him relaxing within your touch. ‘Sorry.’ He apologised.

You kissed his nose, hearing his breath hitch in his throat. ‘It’s okay, there’s no need to apologise for how you feel, just let me know when you want me to stop or explain something better.’ You tell him, stroking his cheeks gingerly to make him relax once more, you were quick to notice how his body went rigid and on edge at every little thing you did but you hoped that sooner or later he’ll become more comfortable.

‘Okay, please continue.’ Ford said and you were more than happy to as you then proceeded to rest your forehead against his own, staying there as you felt his warm breath fan your face as you looked deeply into his dark, expressive eyes.

‘I prefer to hold someone by the face before I kiss them but there’s many ways to give their hands something to do instead of just hanging limp at your sides, it’s just up to you and what you feel comfortable with.’ You tell Ford as you then felt his hands nervously find their place at your waist, it was obvious he was still a little awkward and tense about doing something wrong, but other then that it was nice to see him experiment with what felt best for him.

‘See you’re getting the hang of it.’ You praised him softly as he smiled at you shyly.

‘I’m merely doing what’s being suggested to me in hopes of it not making things awkward.’ He says and you chuckled.

‘You’re doing fine, besides nobody gets the hang of it straight away, so take your time.’ You remind him as you then took the opportunity to innocently peck his lips, making Ford gasp at the contact before replicating your actions by pecking you on the lips in response. It was quick, almost missable but the warmth on your lips told a different story but proven to have you feeling butterflies within your stomach regardless from such a small gesture.

‘Was that okay?’ He asks and you peck his lips again.

‘It was more than okay Ford, just let it linger a little longer.’ You advised and Ford then once again pecks your lips, taking your advice and letting it linger there for a couple of seconds longer, though not too long for it to overstay its welcome, before pulling away. ‘How was that?’

You smile. ‘Perfect, ready to delve a little further?’

Ford hums and you took that as an opportunity to kiss him again before softly weaving your lips between his, switching from the bottom lip to the top lip simultaneously as you felt Ford try to mimic your lips as best as he could. God he was so adorable that you couldn’t help but laugh against his lips, causing Ford to pull away to look at you quizzically. ‘What’s so funny?’ He inquired.

‘Nothing,’ you began as you let a few chuckles slip past, ‘just how adorable and sweet you’re being with me. It’s okay to put a little more pressure, I won’t bruise sweetheart.’ You add as you go in to kiss him again, weaving your lips between his own for a bit before feeling him begin to weave his between yours with the right amount of pressure. His kiss was delicious as it was soft but firm, awkward but slowly gaining in confidence, it was so uniquely Ford that you couldn’t help but press into him a little deeper, smiling against his lips when you felt him press further into you.

While you wanted the kids to last a little longer your lungs reminded you that you were only human- a human in desperate need of oxygen- as you pulled away from Ford, panting but with a smile upon your face that was mirrored by Ford as he rubbed soothing patterns into your sides.

‘Wow.’ Ford said breathlessly.

‘Wow indeed.’ You replied, just as out of breath as he was but you couldn’t help but press a flurry of kisses against his face as his hold on your waist tightens as he brings you in close, forgetting just how close to the edge of the bed he was, until you were both sent to the floor below in a heap of tangled limbs.

You and Ford looked at one another before bursting out laughing just as Stanley came into the room to see what made that loud noise, only to see the two of you laughing on the floor as you cling to each other like a lovesick couple.

Stanley sighed but couldn’t help but smile at you both before leaving the room, and leaving you and Ford to trade more kisses as you laid tangled in each other, not that the two of you mind as you couldn’t think of being anywhere else other then each others arms.

[chaotomatic]

Rewatching for the future, heres some details ive noticed!

SPOILERS!!!!!

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-the collectors pallace has paintings in the hallways that are eerily similar to memory paintings when you enter someones mind. Several collectors are shown in the backround paintings in different deptictions of collector stuff, along with a teeny collector that i can only assume to be our main one

-when searching for the teleport glyph, all the memories pulled out are ones that were negative or traumatizing for her, implying that those moments have stuck with her the strongest and are at the front of her mind. Almost half of them are decisions she made that she regretted making later due to them getting others hurt. (Stealing amitys training wand and showing phillip the light glyph are there as examples)

- another look at the paintings in the collectors room, three of them contain depictions of the boiling isles titan

- when kikimora and bitch face throw luz camilla amity and matt in the detention pit, kikimora points a gun at them with her robot. Luz, whos on the ground, immediately scrambles up and stretches her arms out to protect her mom and the others. I love her so much

-in disguise, kiki dressed up her robot in abomination track clothes. Any purple spillage from said abomination robot would be tossed aside because shes an abomination student, of course shes got goo on her, no suspicion here!

-boschas horns are crab legs or claws. Like her palismen!

-during the breif scuffle with boscha, its almost immediately hinted that Matt illusioned both of them to switch places. “Matt” turns around, uses abomination magic to yeet bochas attack back at her, while “amity” looks scared off to the side.

-eda went from gagging to the idea of being a mom to calling king “kiddo” and giving him a little kiss. Character arch im crying shes full on mom mode i love her

-also camila admits she messed up when she moved the family to gravesfieled for that hospital, implying she blames herself, at least partially, for mannys death. Fuck bro

- willow sobbing because she misses her dads (and gus as well, hammering in that he misses his dad) just slaps me across the face each time. Theyre like- freshman in highschool. Theyre BABIES.

-willow is blushing slightly after hunter saves her and gus from the cave in, teehee

-SHES BLUSHING MORE FOR LIKE A SINGLE FRAME THE SECOND TIME HE SAVES HER. “I MISSED A LOT!”

If anyone else has little details theyd like to say please share!!!!!!!

Edit: i also wanna add, that scene where luz is in that inbetween world between portals, she straight up sees a titan and it waves at her lmao

Little guy

[heaven-s-black-box]

Meetings- cafe Recht Chpt.2

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Recovery date: August 10th, 2020

Description: Miles owns a cafe with Franziska, and Phoenix and Maya are famous actors. Their daughters go to school together, so what happens when they want a sleepover?

Notes: A entry series involving a descendant of a traveler, following the death of her mother it was determined Sky would be better off staying with Miles Edgeworth. This is an OC insert, the fantastical technobabble is just for looks

Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8

Word count: 781

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Apollo sighed, as he slid into his desk. He’d taken Trucy and Pearl down to a small cafe about a block away from their school, where they met up with their friends. Normally they walked with another girl in their grade, but this time, they were joined by another girl a few years older. He preferred getting to school at least a half hour early, but on days like today, he was lucky if he managed to be fifteen minutes early.

“Good morning Pollo!” Clay smiled from his desk beside him. Clay dropped his voice a bit before continuing, “how was filming.”

“As exhausting as ever, dad’s still working on it. I have to walk Trucy and Pearl most of the way to school for the next few weeks,” he sighed. “I’m so glad to be back in school.”

Clay laughed, “You say that now. By the way, the astronomy club is doing a science fair sort of thing this weekend. You wanna come?”

“Sure, as long as I can bring Trucy and Pe-”

“Not late!” Kay yelled, as she barged into the classroom. The teacher, who had been sitting quietly at her desk, shot Kay a warning glare.

“Ms. Faraday, if you are going to come in,” she looked at her computer, “five minutes before the bell. Please do so quietly.”

“Sorry,” Kay laughed nervously, before sliding into her seat behind Apollo and slumping over.

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Simon and Aura started back to the space center, after finishing their coffee. Simon was off work for the day, so he was spending the day with Aura. The two had always been somewhat close, and recently, they had tried to be a little closer. Neither were sure why they’d decided to, but one day they’d started spending time together on at least one of Simon’s off days.

Aura swiped her identification card, and the two headed up to the robotics lab. They’d always come here when Simon was younger.

“Hello Cykes-dono,” Simon nodded, as he entered the lab. Metis was sitting at a workbench, working on some plans for Aura.

“Hello Simon, did Athena meet with her friends okay?”

“Yup,” Aura kissed her cheek.

“Wonderful. I can pick her up this evening, the movie I’ve been asked to consult on has some questions. In fact, it may be best if you join me Aura. It’s about a sentient robot attack.”

“Maybe I will, we can go out to dinner after too.”

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“Trucy, hat off for the anthem,” the teacher said, as the anthem came over the PA system.

Trucy jumped a little, before pulling her hat off and putting it behind her. At the end of the anthem, everyone sat down for the announcements. Pearl, Trucy, and Sky were sitting at the same table.

“Alright, it’s silent reading time for the next half hour. Take a book from the back or read your own. We’ll start your book report presentations after that.”

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“Run.”

“Wha-”

“Ruuunnnn!!!!!!” Maya yelled, and as she turned to run, she tripped over her feet and fell flat on her face.

“Cut!” Ray yelled, as everyone on set started snickering. “Maya? You okay?”

She sat up laughing, “I-I’m sorry. And my scream was perfect that time.”

Ray sighed, “It’s fine, let’s try that again. Three. Two. One. Action!”

From inside cafe Recht, Miles huffed. He’d been watching from the window because the noise caught his attention. They didn’t have much business right now, a combination of the filming and it being school time. Most of their customers were highschoolers from a few blocks away. The rest were businessmen and women who grabbed coffee on their way to work, and the occasional coffee run.

As he rounded the counter, the bell at the door rang.

“Hello, what can I get for you?”

“Bonjour mon chéri, how are you?”

He looked up in surprise and smiled, “Aunt Katherine, it’s been too long.”

“That it has mon chéri, may I get two coffees?”

“Of course…”

As their conversation continued, Klavier leaned over to Franziska in the back.

“Fraulein, who is that?”

Franziska looked up from some cookie dough and smiled. “Katherine Shields, she's Miles's aunt.”

“I wasn’t aware herr gregory had any siblings.” Despite never meeting the previous owners, all employees had heard stories of them.

“He didn’t, his late wife mentored a boy named Raymond Shields. Miles has always called him uncle Ray, so when Mr. Shields married Katherine, he started calling her Aunt Katherine.” Suddenly Klaviers face lit up in realization.

“Festhalten, Katherine as in Katherine Hall? The star of Piece of Cake!” Franziska nodded, and laughed as Klavier stared in awe. “Excuse me,” he said as he headed to the front.

[master-jarrus]

I went through the trouble of getting this to go right side up anyways I finished this project 👇

So I’m rewarding myself by letting myself in for dump about my fic a little

So, Garmadon’s episode where he tries to steal the golden weapons and gets banished to the underworld? Never happens

Serpentine war is also closer in time line because let’s be real there is no time line in ninjago

Morro stays with Wu until Lloyd is old enough to remember him because Wu got legal custody of him and any time he ran away to search for the tomb there was a big search to catch him. However once he becomes an adult and the weapons react to Lloyd he feels like his destiny has been stolen/thrusted in a young child and goes to prove that he is the green ninja

Garmadon is divorced from Misako. He goes on a walk to handle the episode that would’ve resulted in him stealing in stealing the golden weapons… three days later he come back to find Wu and Misako talking and then Wu kissed her and she leans into it

He walks right back out, cools off. Comes back when they are both out looking for him. Packs his stuff and leaves divorce papers and his confession about the letter that way he feels they can be happy without worrying about him. He gets their save the date in the mail. Pays for their wedding certificate but never comes

Approximately 12 years later Lloyd shows up at his door begging to join his evil army that he TOTALLY doesn’t have (he does, he has been using guerrilla warfare to slowly take over the city and justifies himself because he’s the son of the first spinjitzu master. He should be emperor, there a people starving on the street)

Mystaké is Garmadon’s mom

Koko and Misako are desperate people

Ninjago is a Dutch settlement in South Asia that became a melting pot

The imperial council is broken up into factions based off of what country/ culture they were from with Japanese decedents currently being the royal family since the FSM was lost found of there culture

Koko was born into a Korean noble house under this council but due to her vigilantism as Lady Iron Dragon she is all but disowned

It definitely goes more into the movie verse side of things and the other ninja have yet to be recruited due to Garmadon not being a threat

So they’re in highschool

Well actually Kai and Cole have their GEDs and are roommates. Kai is working to keep Nya in school and Cole is helping because he’s gotten fond of the siblings

Cole dropped out of his boarding school got his GED and after meeting the siblings they just all kind of decide to live together. The black smith shop is still owned by Kai and Nya but shut down and they visit it regularly to keep squatters and vandals out.

Jay shares classes with Nya and is bullied for living in a junkyard and being an over all nerd but Nya thinks it’s cool and he supplies the robotics club with whatever they need

Zane is basically living a sit comm where someone thought he was a highschool student skipping and he was put in school and he just decided to keep going and then a magnet stuck to him and he decided to find out why and he learned he was a robot. Found the falcon and his memory switch. He decided to continue on with being a highschool student for his father and is in the robotics club with Jay and Nya so he can learn how to better maintain himself

I have a new fanfic idea and I won’t let myself tell anyone other than my family about it until it’s done that way I actually finish it but oh my god I want to talk about it so bad so I guess I have to go write it

[its-still-cuppi-cakes]

School Anxiety

Donnie (2k18) x Highschool Senior Reader

Notes: Donnie goes by he/they pronouns in here, Reader is Gender neutral, and both are 18.

Enjoy!!

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You strode the floor, stimming with your hands as your significant other, Donnie, observed you with a subtle crease between his eyebrows.

His arms and ankles crossed, their legs propped up onto the cosmic table they use for inventions and projects.

"You wanna talk about it now, or do you want the weighted blanket," He asked, still studying my body language. You sigh, and plopped next to him.

His head turned to face you, and awaited your answer.

"You know how.. I told you school starts up again in two weeks, right," you reminded your boyfriend.

"Mhm.. You've told me a time or two. What about it?"

"Well, this year is giving me a lot of pressure. I'm a senior now, and.. I'm.. I don't know.. I feel like this is where my life is beginning. I wanna go to college in a year and I didn't even get a get a good score on the stupid fucking ACTs.." Tears sting in your eyes.

Donnie remembers that week. You were absolutely devastated. He went to your apartment and found you on your bed, hiding in your blankets. You refused to eat food or show your face. They never saw you this distraught. You were stressed out of your mind and felt like you failed at all you planned in life.

Donnie asked if he could embrace you. You nodded.

"Darling, listen to me. That was just a test. A number. That doesn't define you. You can still go to college. And if you don't want to, there are many other careers you can go into. I promise. It's not the end of the world. You'll be okay."

You stayed quiet, but felt a little better.

"Plus, I can help you study and practice. I know your learning habits, so I can easily find ways to help you remember."

You nuzzle into his neck, nodding again. "Okay," you mumbled.

Donnie lifted your chin to look at him. A robotic arm filtrated from his metal battle shell. It was holding a handkerchief. You took at blew your crimson nose loudly.

"Christ, it's like an elephant," they teased, trying to cheer you up.

You giggled, covering your mouth with your other hand. They smiled.

"There's that beautiful smile. Now then, I'm ordering us a pizza and making tonight a date night," He insisted as they clacked their fingers on the computer keyboard, typing out your favorite pizza place in New York City.

You hugged the tall turtle, kissing his cheek. "Ah, yeah yeah, you love me very much and all that mushy shit. Blah blah blah," Donnie said with a light redness to his face.

"You're damn right, I love you," you say with a grin on your face. Donnie grinned back.

"I love you too, (Y/n). Now, what toppings do you want?"

[looonnamoon]

Ok but like argument pls? With ur fav character but pls fluffy ending...My heart just can't take some rough angst🥺

Omg same bby same 🥺

I have an idea similar to this, but it will have an argument in it so dw imma make this angsty and real fluffy too >:3

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Picture perfect memories, to his standard, were scattered along his desk, each having their own little charm.

Bakugou slumped a bit on his chair, that morning sun grazing throughout his bedroom as he analyzed these long, but not forgotten memories, faintly hearing the laughter and happiness through those pictures. He smiled a bit while looking at them. Oh how it was so nice, to feel the little bit of happiness that God gave him.

With that feeling, another, unwanted but familiar feeling tumbled into his mind, beggining to pull at his heart. Guilt.

He picked up another picture.

It gave a warmth that no other picture could match, the soft glow of the dimming sun illuminated your figure, how you looked so elegant, so fragile, so perfect.

He remembered the day he took that picture. That was the last time he took a picture that had you n it. If he knew that was the last time, the last happy memory of you he has, then he wouldn't have dropped your glass heart. Along with his as well.

He looked at the clock, the red lights positioned to say '7:30 a.m.'. He sighed deeply, then looked back at the picture, your smile was so bright, so why did he dampen it?

His mind began to wander back to that day. The last day he would be able to call you his.

Muddled memories, filled with angst and rage, fueled the both of you, although yours was justified. It was the first time he finally heard your cries, your pleas for help, your signs, everything. You had finally gotten through the blur of his mind as you screamed at him, letting your bottled emotions out finally, letting this home know that everything is wrong. That it's gotten too quiet, too empty. Days after days of not coming home, untouched food that you had been filling with love, but has been diminishing by the hour. Seconds go by, as the side of the bed that you had called your safe space, now left cold and empty, only you were to warm the bed. Only you, the candle, seemed to burn throughout time.

And on that day, the candles fire blew out, hot, simmering tears streamed down on your face as you kneeled down on the floor, your heart, shattering as you face the reality that you and him may never have that happy ending you wanted. You deserved.

He remembered everything. The silence. The jagged breaths. You.

You held you throbbing head in your hands as Bakugou stood in the same spot, towering you. His mind, on the other hand, was static, slowly cracking into the dark reality of everything. What he has done.

He looked down at you, didn't know what to do, and regretfully spoke in such a robotic tone, unknowingly cutting the last thread of patience that you had for him.

"I'm so sorry, please forgive me... I never meant to make you cry..." He said, quietly.

It was partally true, he really didn't mean to make you cry. He didn't.

"You liar look at what you've done!!" You yelled out, giving him the look that has been haunting him for the past three years. Fat tears streamed down your face, throat horse, and your lips trembled.

The next sentance you said fully registered in his mind of how he destroyed the thing he meant to protect, to love.

"Tell me, what have I done to you, for you to hate me so much?"

He loved you.

So much.

His grip on the picture was tighter compared to before, his lips trembling a bit while soft, guilty tears, followed by a weep of regret came from his throat.

He loved you so much. So much that his heart hurts whenever he thought about you, when you held his hand in highschool for the first time, gave him his first kiss under the stars, told him time after time again with that angelic smile,

"I love you."

He was now holding his phone, thumb over the call button of your phone number. He always did this, but berated himself to the point of not trying. He was so scared that he'll do it all over again, or even you wouldn't want to try at all. So many thoughts, both positive but mostly negative swarmed around him.

He stared and stared, eyes now red and dry and overall, he was tired.

He looked over at the picture of his angel. He really loved you. And he would do anything for you, even back then. He was just too stubborn to try.

He took a deep breath and pressed the call button, half hoping that he would meet you'd voice mail.

"Hello? Bakugou?" You spoke, oh god your voice is still as graceful as before.

"Hey y/n, uh, long time no see, huh?" God he didn't realize how raspy his voice was.

But it never mattered to you, as your heart was thumping on the other line, feelings of excitement and butterflies filling your stomach.

How you missed his voice. How he changed.

You both laughed at that.

You continued talking for a bit, catching up a bit throughout these three years. It feels just like highschool, the two of you thought. The journey of your relationship, and how it ended.

The two of you have grown throughout these years, and it shows. You began to feel those same feelings from all those years ago, even then, they never really went away. Your love for him never went away, you realized. The way he spoke, so soft and tender, like those mornings when you were tangled in the warm sheets, basking in eachothers love.

You both knew, even through the phone, you knew.

"Hey, uh, I know this is weird to ask but... argh fuck... uh... do you wanna maybe, um, grab some coffee today?" He hesitantly asked, expecting a polite no.

Your mind then came to a conclusion, after rummaging through all of those memories, the good and bad, and the reason as to why you ended it.

"Sure. Why don't we meet at the little coffee shop we used to go to?" You responded, softly.

Compared to your expectations before, all those years before, you both smiled as you each held a little memory of eachother, retrospectively, glowing against the green of the grass and smiling at eachother.

[silvanoir]

Buffy rewatch (seasons 1-3)

Buffy was a show that was special to me because it was on when I was in highschool, She was Class of ‘99, I was Class of 2000.  There weren’t that many shows for teens, about teens then.  And everyone watched it (that I cared to talk to).  We’d have discussions the next day at lunch about the episodes.  Even when I changed friend groups.  It wasn’t on cable or streaming, everyone who had a tv could watch it and did.  Do kids even have that now?

(this is going to get long...)

And I overidentified with her and viewed all events through her eyes that first time around.  So now going back to rewatch as an adult, and having rewatched Angel, I can see her blindspots and things from other character’s points-of-view.  Also I don’t like Angel as much now that I’ve paid close attention to him.... I think the soul he was “cursed” with wasn’t his original soul.... because as a human and then an evil vamp he only cared about himself, it was only after a curse and a lot of pushing by others that he reluctantly agreed to help people (after many years of slouching about) (and still backslides into selfishness and vindictiveness and some really ableist comments/actions... I know Spike and Lindsay were not the greatest of guys but thinks he did / said to them when one was in a wheelchair and the other was without a hand... yeesh).  So my teenage self wondered “Why can’t Buffy and Angel be together forever???”  whereas now I’m fine with them having broken up.

I didn’t find Xander annoying as a teen I think because the teenage boys I went to school with said and did much worse but by gum, boy, SHUT UP.  No one wants to hear about you being horny!

Too much romance drama... everybody liking everybody else at some point.... especially since they would have Willow end up a lesbian they should’ve ditched a lot of that for her.  I liked her an OZ though, still do.  *shrug*  But the fact that you could sit all these characters in a room together and ask them “who at no point had kissed or had a thing for anyone else here, or anyone related to/ connected to anyone here, raise you hand?”  and no one could raise their hand is bad writing, sorry!

There were some real duds of episodes and everyone knows what ones they were, I think (Hyena, Mantiss, Computer Demon, etc).  “I’m jacked in, I’m jacked in!”  lol.

I had forgotten how frustrating it was that that disk fell between the 2 desks and stayed there for multiple episodes!!!!

Was annoyed as a teen that werewolves went from having wolf faces to looking like cheap gorilla suits, still miffed.  Have wolves be wolves!

Oz’s offhand comment about school shootings becoming downright trendy.... yikes.  I mean, stuff was happening in the 90s but other than during the pandemic lockdown.... it really did, didn’t it..

Someone else on tumblr said on their rewatch “what is the weather, why are they dressed like that?” and I couldn’t stop thinking about it, because aside from some girls in some mini dresses everyone is in layers, chilly fall clothes, all the time... when SunnyDale in in California with palm trees and gets to be 70 f  in winter.  I do love Willow’s fuzzy sweaters.  Every other girl was trying to dress too mature (I blame the costume department, watched the extras and they said they were putting them in prada, etc).  Willow was the only teen girl dressing as a teen girl.

Faith being a rowdy girl from South Boston with a neglectful alcoholic mother... realistically wouldn’t dress in tight leather like that all the time.  I know that girl.  Been to school and worked with girls like that.  They all end up having the same look at some point: dark hair up in a messy bun, grey patriots sweater a little too big so you see a bra strap, tight pants but not the sexy kind, beat-up sneakers, holding a medium dunkin’ donuts coffee.  50/50 chance of a cigarette hanging off their lip.

I feel bad for Joyce.  New boyfriend ends up being an abusive robot.  Gets a friend her own age, friend turns into a zombie.  She’s not allowed to have anything but Buffy and her art gallery job, that’s it.

The Banned Candy episode was hilarious to me as a teen.  All these adults acting like irresponsible kids, haha!  But as an adult.... having worked with men ages 40-60 who never mentally/emotionally matured, and the US and UK (and Italy a while back) having politicians who say and do whatever and party it up while the world burns.  No cursed candy involved.  Suddenly... not so funny.  When you go from a teen thinking “I don’t know if these adults in charge are to be trusted” to an adult who looks at other adults and goes “I don’t think these adults in charge are to be trusted!!!” its a lot scarier, actually.

I wish my town had something akin to the Bronze as a teen.  A coffee-shop/club where anyone goes to listen and dance to alt rock. 

I don’t want them to ever reboot Buffy (or Angel) but I think it would be interesting to have something set in the same universe, present day, new characters.  WITH A BIGGER BUDGET.  Some  of the original characters could make brief guest appearances, but not the ageless vampires (since the actual actors have aged).

[tzuyuscloud]

Hello, I’ve read your work ‘Loona as students’ it was great and cute! Especially, kim lip’s and Hyeju’s. So I was thinking if I can request a Loona as your highschool/ campus crush.

School Crush

I tried my bestest 🥲

Heejin

You go to school just to see her because she brightens your day. Expecially when she practicing after school with the soccer team. She can be annoying at times, mostly during chemistry when she's your seat mate, and is always blowing something up causing you both to get scolded by the professor. But at the end of the day you both tease the hell out of each other.

Hyunjin

She likes to tease you like a middle schooler and make jokes about certain classmates being your crush, when little does she know, you have a crush on her. You refuse to tell her because that'll just lead to more teasing from her.

Haseul

You like to help her around when she's not doing homework because you see it as bonding time with the both of you. And if you're not following Haseul throughout the day then she's tutoring you after school.

Yeojin

Although she might be your crush, for some reason she's always so aggressive with you in PE. Expecially dodgeball. You could never dodge her. But outside of PE she likes to throw you smiles while walking in the halls. You find colorful frog notes in your locker from her every once in a while, which you look forward to.

Vivi

Vivi likes to be in quiet spaces. Often chilling in the library reading a book or two in the corner. You go there in the afternoons to "study" but you're really just trying to find more ways to communicate with her without scaring her off.

Kim Lip

Gosh, she never stops bugging you about if her hair is messed up. She's always in constant need for reassurance, but you don't mind telling her how pretty she looks every second of the day. Because you love the blush that arises on her cheeks when you do so.

Choerry

She's super chill and you will often catch her outside under a tree during her free time. You guys chat a lot over your love of music, and she often scolds you for being late to class.

Jinsoul

A nerd. But you love her for who she is. She's on the scholastic bowl team and is the president of the robotics club. You joined robotics just to become closer to her. Are you good at building robots? Of course not, but hey more bonding time with jinsoul.

Yves

One word. Flirt. She's always flirting with you, and because she's your best friend you don't know if she's joking, teasing or being for real. You developed a crush on her the time she accidentally kissed you when you guys were at the beach late at night watching the tide. And ever since then, you can't help but have a heart attack everytime you see her.

Chuu

She's super funny and always making you laugh. She can tell when you're upset, and not in the mood, so when she can't make you laugh she'll bring you your favourite snacks and food to cheer you up.

Gowon

You two don't really talk to each other, but whenever you walk into class late, rushing to finish your homework. She slides her notes and homework onto your desk without a word because you know exactly what she is doing. You feel bad that she helps you, and pay her back with her favorite candy and thank you notes.

Olivia Hye

Although she seems cold and mean on the outside, whenever you two hang out with each other she is a whole different person. In the mist of all your hang out sessions, she formed a secret crush on you, and only shows up to class just to see your face.

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The Sakusa House

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"Hello!" "Hello!" The producer greeted. "What's your name?" "Kiyoshi!" He said cheerfully, fidgeting around the chair he was sat in. "And, how old are you Kiyoshi?" He raised the corresponding number of fingers and showed it to them. "Three!" "Oh wow, and can you tell as what is your dad's name?" "Sakusa Kiyoomi." He slid down the chair and started dragging it around, but he was still paying attention to the interviewer. "Do you like your dad?" "No." This made everyone present on the set chuckle a bit. "Really? Why not?" "I don't like him." Kioshi said this with a soft smile on his face. The interviewer continued to ask him questions. "What's your mom's name?" "Sakusa Y/N." "And do you like your mom?" "Yes!" He cheered and clapped happily. ** "I ate everything by myself instead of sharing and now I have a stomachache." You wiggled the stuffed rabbit at Kiyoshi while he was busy choosing which instrument he'll use in the toy doctor's kit you gifted him. You both were sat in his bedroom and since it was your day off before you had to leave, you decided to play with your son as much as you can. "Blow your nose." Kiyoshi said, reaching for the rabbit. You pulled it away from him. "I have a tummy ache. Why would I blow my nose?" You shifted the toy further away from him. "I don't have a runny nose." Kiyoshi stood up and pulled at your arm, successfully grabbing the stuffed animal. He cradled it in his arms and wiped around its nose. "It will feel good if you blow your nose." He mumbled softly to his 'patient' and you couldn't help but giggle, remembering that you told him those exact same words when he was sick. ** You were a medical professional, specializing in home medicine. You have been on some TV shows and news interviews that you weren't fazed that much by the cameras now installed at various parts of your house. You smiled at the interviewer when she shuffled through her notes of questions. "So, how did you meet your husband?" "Well, he was introduced to me by a friend, who happened to be teammates with his cousin." You smiled at the memory. "They just told me that he was tall and handsome,"you blushed at this, "And that he was a volleyball player too. My friend, Rintarou, is also a volleyball player." You remembered how Suna and Komori were so eager to have you and Sakusa meet, saying that since he was cautious of germs and you were on the medical field, it'd be a perfect match. "On the way to the bar where we were all supposed to meet at, they kept asking me if I didn't have any clue about him." Crossing your arms on your chest and leaning back on the chair, you recalled the conversation that night. "I really had no idea. He said that he was one of the top aces in Japan during highschool, but I wasn't into the sport at that time." Everything was actually a blur after that. You hit it off with him on that night once Komori broke the ice between you two. Before you knew it, you were already dating the Sakusa Kiyoomi. You weren't aware that he was a sought-after bachelor like his teammates at MSBY, that's why everyone was shocked when the news broke out that his heart was already taken. You dated for five years before finally getting married. And just a year later, Kiyoshi was born and there was nothing else Sakusa could ever ask for. ** "Are you sick, auntie?" Kiyoshi asked the camerawoman who was settled in the tiny house the production team set up in your living room. He leaned in closer to ask if she was sick, which she answered with an, 'I'm okay.' Kiyoshi dragged his doctor's kit around as he looked for patients. He kneeled down and stared at his toy dinosaur and asked if it was sick. Not getting any response, he moved to the other tiny house in the corner of the room where a cameraman was filming him. "Uncle, are you sick?" "No, I'm okay." "Are you sick here?" He gestured to his throat repeatedly. The cameraman chuckled and told Kiyoshi that he was fine. You were sat in the middle of the living room floor, just smiling to

yourself as you watched your son. He was petting his toy dinosaurs that were scattered around the floor. His mood suddenly turned down a bit and you wondered what was wrong. Kiyoshi looked around the room and saw his snake pillow by the mat. He lay himself beside it and hugged the pillow to his body. "Papa!" He shouted randomly. You smiled and ruffled his hair. "Where's papa, Kiyoshi? He's not home?" Just as you said this, your phone rang from the kitchen table. When you saw the caller ID, your heart skipped a little. "Hi Omi-kun." You put the phone on speaker. "Kiyoshi, it's papa." At the mention of his father, he immediately perked up and ran where you were. He raised his arms up, reaching for your phone. You handed it to him carefully. "Tell your papa to come home." You encouraged. "Kiyoshi." Sakusa said. "I don't like Papa." Your son said this with a cheerful voice. "I don't like you." "You what?" "He doesn't like you." You answered for him. You pulled Kiyoshi to sit on the couch. "You don't like me?" Sakusa's heart cracked a little, but he knew his son wasn't serious about it. "I don't like yoooou!" The three year old repeatedly sang. You shook your head at his playful antics. Kiyoomi's attitude was far from this and you wondered if you were as wild as Kiyoshi was when you were his age. "Don't say that Kiyoshi." Brushing his wavy hair away from his face, you said, "Why don't you ask papa to bring you something, hm? What do you want to eat?" Suddenly feeling playful once more, Kiyoshi ran away with your phone in hand. You chased him with small steps, asking him to slow down since he was running 'too fast'. He squealed and laughed waiting for you to catch him. "Gotcha'!" He laughed louder when you cornered him and tickled his sides. Sakusa, who was still on the phone, heard the precious laughs of his wife and son and the urge to get back home as soon as possible grew stronger. ** "Is there a reason why you decided to be on the show?" Sakusa cleared his throat before answering. "The main reason is that I want to be closer to my son, Kiyoshi." "What kind of dad are you?" Sakusa took a second to answer that, before he smiled to himself. "To be honest, I am a low priority to my child." He chuckled softly. "He loves his mom the most. And at one time, I noticed how big he was growing. Time passed by so fast and I felt like I'd wasted it." To others, three years may seem like a short time but for him, it felt like he had been absent for forever. "I felt...really bad about that. I can't call myself a good dad yet." He was fiddlimg with his fingers on his lap, before looking back at the interviewer. "I really want to get closer to him." The crew were visibly in awe at Sakusa's endearing love for his son. This was one of the rare times Sakusa really made an effort to answer questions in an interview. Who knew the stoic Sakusa Kiyoomi was a big softie? "How will you describe Kiyoshi?" "He's very cheeky." Sakusa chuckled. "He always stops and greets the people he sees and he'd wait until they greet him back. He's also cheerful and I'd like to think he's smart." He nodded at the thought. "He learns words very easily." ** The front door opened and Sakusa felt relief wash over him as he was welcomed by the familiar warmth of his home. He removed his mask and proceeded to take off his shoes by the genkan. "Papa! Papa are you hurt?" "Hm?" He raised an eyebrow questioningly. "What was that? "Are you hurt?" Kiyoshi asked eagerly, bouncing on his feet. "He's been waiting to examine you all day." You smiled at your husband. You approached him and gave him a quick kiss on the lips, making yourself blush a little. Sakusa smiled at you and handed the take out you requested. You took it gratefully, heading over to the kitchen to prepare dinner. "Papa, are you hurt?" Kiyoshi asked once more, this time with his doctor's kit in hand. "Will you treat me?" Sakusa asked, sitting down the first step of the stairs. "Please treat me. My head hurts." Kiyoshi rushed to open his

kit and got the plastic stethoscope out. He carefully put it on and approached his father. Sakusa held his small body to steady him as Kiyoshi started on the examination. "My chest hurts as well." His father feigned a pained expression—as best as he could—when Kiyoshi pressed the end of his stethoscope to Sakusa's chest. Sakusa let out faux groans which sounded robotic but Kiyoshi didn't notice. He rushed back to his kit and pulled put the plastic injection. "Papa, has a cough too. I should give you a shot." Sakusa let out a fake cough as well and when his son pressed the toy to his arm he faked another gasp. "Ouch." He said, blunt as ever. "That hurt." His son just laughed and rummaged through his kit once more, pulling out a knife. "We need to take out your snot, too." "What?" Sakusa stiffened. Kiyoshi rushed back to him with the toy knife pointed towards his dad and Sakusa stopped him right there. "What are you going to do with that knife?" "Snot!" "What?" He laughed lightly, still pushing his son away as Kiyoshi kept trying to shove the knife into his father's nose. "He did that with his other patients." You interrupted from the kitchen; Sakusa looked at you. "He's gonna take your snot out." You giggled at the slight horror on his face. He was a lot less wary of germs when he was home but still, he was cautious about everything he touches—and in this case, what goes in and out of his nose. "Papaaaaa!" Kiyoshi whined. In a spur of the moment, Sakusa held his son's arm and guided the small toy near his nose. He let it graze the inside in the very slightest and he hoped his son was satisfied with it. "Kiyoshi, papa doesn't want you to do...that." Looking up from your preparations once more, you witnessed Sakusa letting his son pick his nose. The laugh you let out was unintentional, but you found it heartwarming to see your husband stepping out of his comfort zone, just to please his son. "Do you remove your snot with a knife?" He asked Kiyoshi, to which he nodded proudly. "How does it feel?" You teasingly asked your husband. Before he could answer, Kiyoshi said, 'It feels nice!', in a cheerful voice. He was going through the kit again. "Maybe, I should take your snot out too, huh Kiyoshi?" Sakusa teased. The young boy ignored his father's remarks, standing back up to give his father a bottle with a picture of a capsule on it. This time he started shoving the bottle to his father's mouth but Sakusa was quick to lean away. He held Kiyoshi's hand that was holding the bottle near his face, opening and closing his mouth briefly as if taking the medication. Kiyoshi's face broke out into a huge grin, knowing that he had cured his father. Sakusa held his son's face in his hands and kissed his forehead. "Thank you." He muttered, making Kiyoshi beam. "Get cleaned up, it's dinner time." You chimed. Kiyoshi hurriedly shoved his toys back into the doctor's kit; the prospect of eating dinner making him excited. Sakusa offered to help him pack up, only to get hit on the leg as Kiyoshi spun around. - - - It was now bedtime and Sakusa was checking the doors and windows. He turned off the kitchen and living room lights and headed towards Kiyoshi's room, where you and your son were already settled. You and your husband decided to sleep all together for one night seeing as you'll be gone for a while. He sat himself on the futon on the floor while you were snuggled up with Kiyoshi on his bed. "Kiyoshi." The little boy sat up at his father's voice. "Who do you want to sleep with? Is it Bunny?" Sakusa was referring to the little boy's favorite stuffed animal. Kioshi thought for a bit before answering. "Mama should sleep with Kiyoshi." You stiffled a giggle. "Papa should sleep there." He leaned over slightly and pointed to the futon Sakusa was already settled at. "I should sleep on the floor?" "Yes." Sakusa expected this and just shook his head. He never really was his son's priority. You stared at him to get his attention, silently asking him if he was okay. He answered with a soft

smile and a nod. You laid on the open edge of Kiyoshi's bed so that he wouldn't roll over to the floor. You extended your hand to your husbnad which he took gratefully. He lifted it up to his lips and gave it a delicate kiss. Your spine tingled at the sensation of his lips on your skin. Kiyoshi then handed you a book to read and snuggled to your side. You kissed the top of his head and started reading to him. Sakusa then laid down on the soft futon on the floor and turned his body to the side, facing you two. Just like his son, he let the sound of your voice lull him to sleep. *** "Papa! Papa!" Sakusa groaned and willed himself to wake up at the sound of Kiyoshi's calling. "Papa, did you sleep well?" He asked, already energetic. The room was dark except for the small sliver of light that escaped the curtain on one side. Kiyoshi was bouncing on his bed, sprawling his body on top of yours, effectively waking you up. He was able to make out Kiyoshi's small figure despite the dark room. "Hmm, yes Kiyoshi. Did you sleep well?" He asked, voice deep and still laced with sleep. His son didn't answer the question as he hyperactively called out to him again. "Papa!" Sakusa hummed in acknowledgement. "Now that I'm awake, can I have fun?" "Of course." Sakusa replied sitting up from the futon and stretching. He looked at your rousing form as you rubbed the sleep oit of your eyes. It may be cliché to think but despite your disheveled look, you're still breathtaking to him. "Good morning, my love." He took your hand and gave the back of it a soft kiss, just like he did the night before. He had refused to give you morning kisses even from the very start of dating, saying that it was unhygienic. "Good morning, Omi." You kissed his hand as well. "Had a good sleep?" "Sort of." He said bluntly, making you giggle. "Our bed is still better than this futon. Why didn't we just let Kiyoshi sleep in our room?" "Omi, he needs to learn to sleep in his own room." You chastised him playfully. While the both of you conversed, Kiyoshi went around his room, greeting all of his stuffed animals that sat atop his drawers. "Good morning Mr Penguin! Good morning Ms. Penguin!" He gave each toy a pat on their heads. ** After folding up the futon and blankets and freshening up, Sakusa headed for the kitchen and started on making breakfast. He measured two cups of rice and started washing them under the faucet. It wasn't long before you and Kiyoshi followed after him. "Shall we see what your papa is doing?" You hoisted Kiyoshi further up your arms for a better grip. You tapped on Sakusa's back, silently telling him to switch positions with you. He wiped his wet hands on a kitchen towel nearby and held them both out to Kiyoshi. "Come to me." He said. Kiyoshi just look at his dad before vigorously shaking his head. "Play with papa now, Kiyoshi. Mama needs to make breakfast." You rubbed his back and tried to pass him off to Sakusa but to no avail. Kiyoshi's grip on your neck tightened as he stuck his body to yours. "Why won't you play with me?" Sakusa asked, while brushing Kiyoshi's hair away from his face. The little boy looked away from his father. "I don't want to play with you." Kiyoshi mumbled into your shoulder. You tried setting him down on the kitchen floor but he just lifted his feet higher so as to not touch the floor. He let himself dangle from your neck until you gave up and stood up again. He whined in protest. Sakusa sighed and placed a hand on your lower back and whispered that it was okay. He didn't mind making his family some breakfast. "Are you sure?" You asked. He dismissed you with a small nod and a soft smile. He sighed quietly almost getting used to being little to no priority to Kiyoshi. You had told him before that it just takes a while and Kiyoshi was just three. Sakusa has all the time to change his son's mind, Kiyoshi saw how sad his papa looked when you started to walk away from the kitchen. He can't let his papa be sad and he wanted to comfort him. Like a switch, his earlier

distaste for his father was nowhere to be seen as he reached out to Sakusa. "Papa, hug me please?" He called out to him. You immediately set him down on his feet as he waited for Sakusa. Two big strides was all it took for Sakusa to reach his son and to scoop him in his arms. You couldn't help but smile at the interaction. "Show me your love, Papa." You giggled behind your hand as you noticed Sakusa's ears turning a slight tint of pink. You gave him a sly wink before walking back to the kitchen to continue the breakfast preparations. Sakusa couldn't help but blush at his son's words. To be honest, he wasn't really hiding it. He usually wasn't at the receiving end of Kiyoshi's affection. So during times that he is, he wouldn't care if he turned as red as a tomato. Kiyoshi rested his head on his father's strong shoulder, rubbing his hand on it far comfort. He remembers his parents rubbing his back during the times that he cried. So, he did it to Sakusa so that he wouldn't cry. Sakusa held the back of his son's head carefully, pressing a kiss to his temple. He swayed the both of them from side to side as they enjoyed the small yet intimate moment. ** "Open your mouth a little wider, Kiyoshi." He did as he was told but the scowl on his face remained while Sakusa helped him brush his teeth. Sakusa wanted his son to learn about hygiene and cleanliness at the youngest age so he hoped he was setting a good example. "Almost done." He stroked the brush gently in Kiyoshi's mouth before Sakusa declared that he was done. He rinsed out the small baby toothbrush before placing it back along with yours and his own. Kiyoshi was just about to step down from his step stool but Sakura was quick to stop him. "Let's wash your face first." He held Kiyoshi softly. Wetting his hand, he wiped and rubbed it down Kiyoshi's face as gentle as he could. He knew his hands weren't as soft as yours. After several years of playing volleyball, his hands were bound to be a little rough. It didn't seem to affect Kiyoshi in anyway. As Sakusa's hand ran down his face, he stuck his tongue out playfully. Everytime he would lick Sakusa's hand, he laughed to himself. Sakusa would flinch everytime his hand would make contact with Kiyoshi's tongue, only making the child laugh louder. ** During the time your boys were enjoying their moment together, you made breakfast. Egg omelettes, rice, fried salmon, miso soup, a serving of natto for Kiyoshi and Sakusa's favorite, umeboshi. "Itadakimasu!" Sakusa placed small servings of omelette and fish into Kiyoshi's bowl while you mixed his natto. Kiyoshi waited patiently as he took small bites off of the fish and eggs. When you were done, you scooped some natto and held it in front of your son. He opened wide and gratefully accepted the food. It was unusual for kids to like the traditional dish. But for some reason, Kiyoshi loved it. Sakusa took a bite of his umeboshi, savoring the taste. Ever since dating him, you've tried your best to make him homemade umeboshi and now that you've mastered it, it's the only umeboshi that he eats—even if you don't like the dish. "The soup is hot!" Kiyoshi stuck out his tongue. You offered him some water. Scooping up some miso soup with his spoon, you blew on it slightly to cool it down. "Here. I cooled it down for you." You fed him the soup which made Kiyoshi dance in his chair. "You're eating so well, Kiyoshi!" You said, ruffling his hair. As you continued to feed your son, Sakusa was enjoying the view. It always blew his mind how lucky he is to have you and Kiyoshi in his life. Having his own family was far from his thoughts when he was still in Itachiyama. But after meeting you, he found himself stepping out of his comfort zone—willingly—and he didn't regret any second of it. This only fueled him to do better for you and especially for Kiyoshi. ** "Papa, what are you doing?" Sakusa glanced at Kiyoshi who was in your arms once more, before returning to the task at hand. "Are you washing my dishes?" "Yes, I am washing your dishes."

Sakusa's response only made Kiyoshi laugh. You played with Kiyoshi in the living room while Sakusa cleaned up after breakfast. He turned down your offer to help, saying that you can go ahead and play with Kiyoshi. Besides, he found it relaxing to do a little bit of chores especially when it's cleaning. When Sakusa was done with the dishes, he started wiping down the table and kitchen counters. After that he cleaned the dining room floor, especially under Kiyoshi's chair where grains of rice and soup stains littered the floor. As the floor was taken care of, he gathered all the trash and took it outside to the bins. Meanwhile, you went upstairs and started getting ready for your small trip with your sister. You asked Kiyoshi if he can help his father which he happily answered with a 'yes!' Kiyoshi actually just stood near Sakusa and watched him clean. Almost twenty minutes had passed before you came down the stairs, fully dressed and carrying two bags. "Kiyoshi, I'll be going out now." Sakusa and Kiyoshi were playing with his dinosaurs when you got down. You weren't even gone that long and the two of them are already getting close. Sakusa picked up Kiyoshi and walked towards you. You leaned up a little and placed a big kiss on his cheek. "Play well with dad, okay?" He nodded as he clung to his father's neck. "Bye Mama." You smiled. You looked at Sakusa who was looking at Kiyoshi witha soft smile on his face. "Good luck, Omi." You whispered. He turned his gaze to you, eyes widened in the slightest at the meaning behind your words. The worry of taking care of his child who doesn't like him is starting to creep its way into Sakusa's consciousness. Laughing, you leaned on your toes and kissed his lips quickly. "You can do it." You rubbed your thumb on his forehead to remove the slight furrow of his eyebrows, which were bent in uneasiness. "You can do it." Kiyoshi repeated, laying his head on Sakusa's shoulder. This made both of you laugh. "Have fun, Y/N." Sakusa smiled, "I will." You placed a hand om the wall, balancing yourself as you put om your shoes. Sakusa picked up your bags and handed them to you,. "Mama, have fun." Kiyoshi copied his father this time. When you looked at your son, you noticed that he had a sad look in his eyes. It was because he isn't used to being away from you for too long. "Kiyoshi, have fun with papa okay?" Kiyoshi nodded obediently, clinging closer to Sakusa's neck. "Okay. Don't worry about us." You waved at both off them before finally heading out the door. The house grew quiet. Sakusa looked at Kiyoshi who was still staring at the front door. "Mama is gone." Sakusa stated. Kiyoshi looked at his dad but didn't say anything. ** "Kiyoshi and I will become close," Sakusa nodded to the camera with a determined look om his face, "I know I'll do well."

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A/N: Happy birthday, my Kiyoomi! 💛💚 (THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE POSTED ON SATURDAY. TUMBLR WHYYYYY)

03.18.2021

[nanaminsonyfans]

✨Birds of a Feather✨

Masterlist ✨ Requesting Rules

Request; Could I request a YJs1 Dick x reader with the reader being new to the team and a protege of black canary? He’s my favourite 🥰

A/N; honestly, if one robin is AT LEAST one of your favorites, if they aren’t in the top three, i don’t trust you. also, i really like the way i wrote this a stuff, if anyone wants i can make this a thing. I fucking grew up on young justice i love these characters. rock and roll buckeroo!

Pairing; Dick Grayson(Robin) x Fem!Reader

Warnings; fluff, slight cursing

Your upbringing wasn’t pleasant, for a short backstory, Black Canary found you when she did a raid on an illegal Meta-Human fighting ring. Your parents sold you to the leader of the ring. Your power was similar to Canary’s, in which your voice was a power. You could mimic sounds around you like a mockingbird, but you had similarities with an owl in the fact that your neck could turn all the way around and you had night vision. Black Canary found you when you were ten, taking you in as her own. She took you under her wing. *dad jokehehuheh*

She had taken care of you for four years, you ever really made you debut as a hero, until Batman started the underground team of sidekicks. Robin of course knew of you, as did Batman because, duh. Well, Roy did too but that was mainly because Green Arrow was dating Canary. He was like a big brother, and he deeply cared for you. 

“And this is Black Canary’s protégé, Mockingbird.” You walked out from the shadows, a black hoodie and red jeans on. Your hoodie had your favorite band one it, whatever it may be. “Sup.” You nod your head at the boys, your hood covered your face since it was dark but you also had glasses on, kinda like Robin’s but they were reading glasses. The glasses could profile anyone and bring up their history, if it’s in the web or files on the cloud, you gotem.

Kid Flash was easy, he didn’t both with covering his face, everyone else was open with you, but not Robin. You glasses always got glitched out when you tried to activate them while looking at him. He knew this and did it on purpose. He didn’t know much about you, only you hero name, you also did that on purpose, it was a fun little battle. You were closer to Robin anyways, being close in age but that didn’t stop Wally from flirting. “Hey babe~ Wanna spar~?” The redhead would ask, before you could speak he would go pale. “Nevermind.” Then he’d run away, you guessed it was Robin, he had mastered the infamous bat-glare.

When Artemis joined the team, you were happy. Another human girl on the team, no offense to M’gann but you felt more comfortable with another human female around. Plus, she was funny. You lived in Star City with Diane and Oliver, and you met her first, it was awesome when you came with her to the Cave and saw all of them shocked.

“What’s up, birdy?” You smile as you trotted over to Robin, you didn’t really have a superhero suit, you kinda took after Black Canary, civilian clothes were your hero clothes. It was usually blood stained black leggings, a navy blue crop top hoodie and black paint around your eyes and bridge of your nose rather than a regular mask because those were itchy. “Do NOT call me that.” Boy Wonder grumbled and elbowed you playfully. You gave him a smirk and batted you eyelashes at him. “You love me.” “No I don’t.” He snorted.

“The Wallman is here!” A redhead yelled through the zeta-tubes as he entered, the loud noise made you yelp and grab onto the nearest person, which was Robin. When you both realized that you both turned red. “Yeesh...stay whelmed Mockingbird.” He finally got out after being frozen. You both had completely ignored the situation going on around you, until...

“Recognize: Speedy, B06.” The computer spoke, making you grinning like an idiot and turn towards the tubes. “Well for starters, he doesn’t go by speedy anymore. Call me Red Arrow.” Your eyes lit up at your brother, well not really brother but you both looked at each other as such. “Roy-” Oliver started but you cut him off. “Roy!” You yelled happily and ran towards your redhead. “Wa to ruin his moment...” Wally grumbled but you flipped him off as you hugged Roy. “Why don’t you call anymore? I’ve been worried. So was Olly, and I guess Robin, Kaldur, and Wally, but I’m your sister!” You whined and teared up, your tears mixing with the paint you used as a mask causing black tears.

“Oh birdie...you know why.” Roy soothed causing you to sniffle and rub your tears away. “Right, sorry.” You mumble and pull away, “Sorry.” You mumbled again and walked back to your spot by Robin, the taller boy put a hand on your shoulder. “Roy, you look-” Oliver started, “Replaceable.” Roy hissed and walked over. “You know it’s not like that.” “Then why bother with a sub? Can she even use that bow?” He gestured angrily to the blonde archer. “Yes she can.” Artemis hissed back. “Who are you?!” Wally whined. “I’m his niece.” “She’s his niece.” “She’s my niece.” Artemis, you, and Green Arrow stated in a matter-of-fact like tone. “Another niece?” Robin snorted, earning an elbow from you.

“But he’s not your replacement!” You chimed in, walking over to the arrows. “We have always wanted you on the team.” Aqualad said, walking over to the now, Red Arrow. “And we have no quota on archers.” The leader continued. “And if we did, you know who we’d pick!” Wally chimed, glaring over at Artemis. “Whatever Baywatch,” Artemis glared, “I’m here to stay.” You stifled a chuckle and looked away. “Baywatch...” You snorted. “But you came here for a reason, right Roy?” You asked when you finally calmed down. “Yeah, a reason named Dr. Sterling Roquette.”

Both yours and Robin’s eyes widened before you both pulled up a file with the holographic computer. “Nano-robotics genius-” Robin started as he began typing. “And claytronics expert at Royal University in Star City! I love her!” You finished and gushed the last part. “Vanished two weeks ago.” Robin continued, earning a frown on your face. “Abducted two weeks ago, by the League of Shadows.” “Woah, you want us to rescue her from The Shadows?” Boy wonder said in a hopeful tone. “Hardcore.” Wally said in awe and fist bumped the other boy. “Dumbasses.” You scoffed and hit them both in the back of the neck. “Roy probably already did that.” You pointed out and walked over to him with a big smile. Roy smiled back and ruffled your hair. “She’s right, I already rescued her. There’s only one problem, the shadows already got her to make a weapon, ‘Doc call it the Fog.” Roy pulled up an image of a dark cylinder looking object with red buttons.

“It’s comprised of millions of microscopic robots, nanotech infiltrators, capable of disintegrating anything in their path- concrete, steel, flesh, bone.- but it’s true purpose isn’t mere destruction. It’s theft. The infiltrators eat and story raw data from any computer system and deliver the stolen data to the Shadows. Providing them access to weapons, strategic defense, cutting edge science and tech.” “Perfect for extortion, manipulation, and power broking.” Artemis starts, earning a groan from Wally, an admiring look from you, and a knowing look from Robin. “Yep. Sounds like The Shadows.” She finishes. “Oh like you know anything about The Shadows.” Wally groans and glares at the blonde, who just smirks. “Who ARE you?!” Wally yells obviously irritated, both you and Robin chuckled a little.

“Roquette’s working on a virus to render the Fog inert.” Roy says, ignoring the childish behavior. “But if The Shadows know she can do that...” Robin started quietly, you gasped softly. “They’ll target her.” You whisper in shock. “It’s okay, right now she’s off the grid. I stashed her in a local highschool computer lab.” Roy shrugs, opening his mouth to speak again. “You left her alone?” Green Arrow asks in shock and mild disappointment. ‘Oh great, here we go again.’ You think as you roll  you eyes. “She’s safe enough for now.” Roy spits and glares at Oliver. “Then let’s you and I take care of that together.” “You and I? Don’t you want to take your new protogé.” The redhead spits again, earning a groan from you. “Roy, you brought this to the team, we’ll talk care of it okay?” You say softly, putting your hand on his shoulder. “And she is part of the team. I promise nothing bad will happen. Trust me, big bro.” You smile, a child like glint in you e/c eyes. “Fine, Y/n. I trust you.” Roy whispered, kissing your forehead before leaving. “Speedy-” The computer started, “Change that to Red Arrow.” You spoke up before Roy could, you winked at him before he left.

Robin knew it was a platonic gesture, you both looked at each other like siblings, he knew that. He fucking knew but a piece of him was jealous. He didn’t know why, maybe he like you? No, he wouldn’t, doesn’t matter anyways. The team had a mission to do. But god damnit he couldn’t stop thinking about it. He wished he could be the one kissing your forehead, holding you, knowing your actual name like Roy did. Damn, being a teenager with feelings fucking SUCKS. 

All of a sudden you all were linked up by Miss Martian telepathy. “Everyone online?” Her voice rung inside your head, causing a giggle. “Mhm.”  You hummed in your head while you sat on a table between Kid Flash and Robin. “Woah, this is weird.” Artemis said, in her head of course, and you just giggled in response. “I know right? Prepare for a killer headache when Megan cuts it off!” You giggled more as you popped some of Wally’s fruit snacks in your mouth. Then the doctor started complaining. “Lady, I’m not really diggin your attitude right now.” You say while rolling your eyes. “You literally look like some random kid they got from the street!” The doctor replied earning a huff from you as you sat up straight. 

“You literally look like some random kid they got from the street.” You said, using your mocking power, you spoke in her exact voice, earning a shocked look from her. “Now shut the fuck up.” You hissed in your normal voice, earning a stern look from Aqualad. “Oh don’t judge my language fish boy.” You grumbled and crossed your arms, looking through a blind. “Do you always act like this when people try to help you?” Wally’s voice rung in your head. “Pot, kettle, you’ve met?” Artemis replied, you snickered slightly. “Great, now I want kettle corn. Thanks Art.” You whined and then ignored them arguing until Robin spoke. “You should give her some more credit. It was /her/ arrow that saved you from Amazo.” Robin said with a smirk, in which you practically swooned. “No, it was Spee-Red Arrow’s arrow, right?” “Not so much.” Robin snickered and you did as well. 

“God I love his voice.” You thought and then you realized that everyone was connected, SHIT. Your eyes widened and your face turned red. “I mean haha, I was thinking of something else.” You got up. “I’ll...I’ll go an patrol the halls...hall monitor duties.” You got up. “Oh god oh god. This is so embarrassing.” You though as you messed with your fingerless gloves. “Should we tell her?” Wally’s voice rang in your head, you could feel him smirking. “THEN DON’T LISTEN!” You screamed from the hallway and you could hear his laughs. Everyone basically knew you had a crush on Robin, it was obvious to everyone but him. He felt the same, it was also obvious to everyone but you. This was not the TIME.

You were walking down the hall, until you heard footsteps behind you. You turned around, punching the figure and wrapping you legs around the person’s waist as you pinned them down. “Woah woah, stay whelmed, Mockingbird.” You squeezes you legs tighter when you realized it was Robin. “What do you want?” You whisper-shouted. “You seemed to be distraught. You really should get traught.” He gave you a smirk that you always melted over. “Mind not squeezing me to death?” He asked and you flushed as you let him go from you thighs crushing him. 

“Your wordplay is so stupid...” You smiled softly and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. “So what? You said you love my voice.” Robin teased. “I do.” You sighed and then covered your mouth in shock. “I-I mean...shut up!” Robin bit his lip and rubbed the back of his neck. “I have to head out with Superboy.” He mumbled in which you sighed and grabbed his wrist before he could leave. “Be safe okay?” You whisper softly, getting closer to him. His lips were inches away from your. Robin smiled and kissed your forehead. “I’ll try.” He smiled in which you turned so red you were sure you would’ve been glowing. “It’s Y/n...Y/n L/n.” You spoke up as he started to walk away. “That’s my name.” You mumble. He turned around, wide eyed. 

“Y/n L/n eh? That’s a pretty name.” Robin teased before running off.

[vldkeith]

Blackbirds

submitted by our beloved klance day!

The mission wasn’t supposed to take this long, let alone be this dangerous. It’ll be a quick two hour tops mission, Lance. You won’t have to be with Keith for that long, Lance recalls Pidge groaning. He remembers it all so clearly. All the paladins, Allura, and Coran standing in the Catsleship’s bridge, planning their next mission to gather intel on newer planets and species that may have evolved in the past 10,000 years. The group had decided that, because of the agility of the Red and Blue Lions, it would be Keith and Lance who would get to go to the not at at all dangerous icy-rocky planet of Piyak. Not at all dangerous, huh? “You still there, Keith?” Lance huffs into the intercom. “Okay dude, just stay where you’re at. Don’t move. You’re already hurt enough.” In a raspy reply, he gets the “Copy that,” from Keith.

Lance wishes he was next to Keith. Not just because he likes him, but because that would mean the mission would be going ok. Heck, they might have been on their way back by now. But it was wasn’t like that. Far from it, in fact. It all started when they were landing. Coran explained many things about Piyak’s atmosphere and surface, but it’s extremely high winds were not one of them. As soon as the Lions entered the atmosphere, they got separated. Going every which way, they had both crashed a good distance away from each other. Blue had managed to crash a bit more gracefully, but Red can’t say the same. Based on Keith’s intermittent descriptions, his lion was pretty banged up, and so was he. Like, really bad. Lance could only imagine what he must be looking like right now. He pushes the thought away and continues trekking through the terrain with the help of his jetpack. Piyak was a fairly mountainous planet, but the peaks were not steep, and ice filled the cracks of rocks and boulders. It was foggy and cloudy, which obscured his vision a little, but it wasn’t anything Lance’s helmet system couldn’t handle. So far, they hadn’t come across any significant life, and Lance hopes it will stay that way. “Lance-!” Keith suddenly shouts through the intercom. “Where are you?” “I’m here, buddy. I’m going as fast as I can. Remember, I had to first tell the team that we were stranded, and that took a bit of time. I’ve already triangulated your position,” he replies. If only he could run faster. “O-okay. I’m outside of Red now. I found a little cave and I just- ow! There’s this huge gash going down my side and it hurts. Lance, it’s getting bad-” “Woah, okay, Keith! Slow down. It’s gonna be okay. I’m almost there. Deep breaths.” A pause occurs and Lance knew it was Keith just eye-rolling at him. What was “deep breathes” gonna do? Well, Lance didn’t have a better consolation, so it would have to work for the time being. He hears a sigh and then “Copy.” —————– It wasn’t too long after before Lance spots a giant red robot cat who’s size and color contrasts it’s background. Lance basically sprints towards Red and tries to find the cave Keith was talking about. He takes a good look at the lion and understands what Keith meant by “practically dead”. She was collapsed on the ground, and many large and small scratches lined her. Coran and Hunk should probably be able to fix her. Maybe. Lance managed to enter inside, just incase there might be any useful supplies for him and Keith. Finally, he left with some bandages and an artifical lighter that could simulate the heat and look of a real fire. Lance then promptly departed from the damaged robot in search of the boy. He saw a rocky grotto nearby and started heading in that direction. Thankfully, it was the right ‘little cave’ and Lance spotted Keith almost immediately. “Keith! I’m here, Keith!” Lance crazily waves his arms up and down to capture his teammates attention. Keith finally looks up and lifts his arm a little in acknowledgement. He drifts towards the boy and sparks the fire. After it looked big enough, Lance positions himself next to Keith. Keith’s descriptions of his injuries were severely underestimated. Not only did he have a scary large wound going through his right hip, but he have several noticeable cuts and wounds all over his face and body. Keith was breathing more heavily than normal, and it looked hard for him to even keep his eyes open. Honestly, it looked like he wouldn’t make it. Lance decided that was enough thinking for now. “So, how are we holding up, Keithers?” He asks as he tries his best to wrap the bandages around Keith’s biggest wounds. “Well, you already see all my injuries and I feel dizzy, heh. I’ve been better,” he coughs. “Um, I checked the air quality. We can take our helmets off,” he points to his helmet on the ground. Lance removes his helmet, but keeps it close to him. Once he did all he could with the bandages, Lance slides to Keith’s left. Keith leans on his shoulder. “Hey, I need you to stay awake for me, okay? We have to wait for the team to get here, which shouldn’t take too long, but we never know, right?” Keith mumbles affirmatively in response. “I might die here,” he blurts out suddenly. “Don’t say that.” “But, Lance! Listen-” -CRACK hiss! Keith was interrupted by.. something. From the volume of the sound, whatever creature made it must have been large. Both of them snapped silent, eyes wide, and they shared the same horrified glance. “Stay quiet,” Lance whispers. He gets up slowly and tentatively steps towards where the noise came from. Carefully, he pulls out his bayard and the object flickers open to reveal his energy rifle. Lance pulls the weapon up to eye level and waits…. “LANCE!” He quickly turns around to see a giant, black, slim monster in front of Keith. It was definitely not friendly. It’s tongue was flicking in and out, dripping what was presumably poisonous venom. The giant bug looked ready to pounce on Keith any second. Lance starts shooting. Blam! Blam! Blam! The monster falls to the ground next to Keith, barely moving. Lance pushes it away and returns to his spot with Keith. “Well, looks like we found our ‘new and evolved’ species,” Lance sighs. “Are you okay?” Keith nods slowly, now breathing even more heavily. He squishes himself up to Lance, and Lance wraps his arm around him. “Let’s talk about something different,” Lance says. He just needs Keith to stay awake a little while longer, so keeping him talking would be the best way to go about it. ————— The two paladins converse about many things ranging from favorite candy, the garrison days, and even a few childhood memories. The fire had died down by a lot, but the lighter only works once, so the two had to resort to just body heat. Lance assumes about 50 or so minutes had passed, but there was still no signs of the Castleship or his other teammates. He had also noticed that Keith was providing a lot less to the conversation as time passed, which was worrying. “Hey, you still with me?” Lance whispers. Keith only hums in response. “You need to stay awake for a little bit longer.” “I know,” Keith mumbles. “It’s cold. My cut hurts a lot. Are you sure I can’t sleep?” Okay, Keith was really out of it. Lance tried to think of something that would at least give Keith a startle without hurting him. There was only one option he could think of. Maybe the fog of the planet was really getting to him, or maybe it was out of real desire, but Lance closed his eyes and slowly leaned over to Keith’s face, giving ample time for the other boy to push away. However, Keith didn’t do anything, and they kissed. On the lips. It was a quick kiss; not special at all. The action was enough, however, to make Keith yelp with a start. “What was that for?” Keith’s eyes were wide, but his voice was still quiet. Lance’s face flushed a bright red, and he hoped Keith couldn’t tell. Searching for the right words he replies, “I- I just needed you to wake up a little. I’m sorry. Did it help?” “I’m up now, I guess,” Keith looks away. Several silent but seemingly long minutes pass. Lance decides this needed to come to an end, otherwise Keith may be prone to close his eyes. “You know that song ��Blackbird’? By Paul McCartney and John Lennon,” Lance asks. Maybe Keith would stay awake if had to actively sing something. “Yeah. Pretty sure I memorized it back in highschool.” “Sing it with me?” “Ok.” The two start singing. It wasn’t a perfect harmony, but it didn’t need to be that way. As long as Lance heard Keith’s voice along with his, things would be okay. “Blackbird singing in the dead of night Take these broken wings and learn to fly All your life You were only waiting for this moment to arise” “Blackbird singing in the dead of night Take these sunken eyes and learn to see All your life You were only waiting for this moment to be free” “Blackbird fly, blackbird fly Into the light of a dark black night” “Blackbird fly, blackbird fly Into the light of a dark black night” “Blackbird singing in the dead of night Take these broken wings and learn to fly All your life You were only waiting for this moment to arise You were only waiting for this moment to arise..” “You were only waiting for this moment to arise,” Lance starts. He pauses and waits for Keith to say the last line with him like they were supposed to. “You were only waiting for this moment to arise,” he repeats again. Lance looks over to his side. No. No. No. No. No no no. This can’t be happening. There Keith was, eyes closed and barely breathing. Panic filled Lance. He shook Keith almost violently in to get his attention again. “Hey, Keith! Wake up, WAKE UP! KEITH PLEASE, IF YOU CAN HEAR MY VOICE, SAY SOMETHING!” Hot tears started to form and roll down Lance’s face as he attempts to wake the almost lifeless boy in arms. Keith can’t die. Not here. Not now. Lance kisses Keith again and again on his forehead, left cheek, right cheek, but nothing was working. “Wake.” Kiss. “Up.” Kiss. “Please.” Kiss. Kiss. Kiss. Kiss. Lance buries his face in Keith’s hair and cries. He whispers. “Please, wake up, man. I still need you.” ———- Just then, a bright, teal glow enveloped the shallow cave. Lance jerks his head around quickly and practically laughs he’s so happy. “LANCE!” “PIDGE! SHIRO! Oh thank God you’re here oh ok just take him. Slowly! Keith’s alive but that’s just about it,” Lance yells too quickly. Shiro heaves Keith up and races towards his lion. Pidge stays back to inspect the large dead monster-bug. After taking a few pictures and typing a couple things down, she drifts towards Lance. “Hey, are you ok? Any injuries?” She prompts, ready to take action. “No, I’m fine. Just a couple bruises,” Lance replies absent mindedly. He looks back to the mouth of the cave where Shiro carried Keith out. “It looks like you’ve been crying,” Pidge starts. “Is that about Keith?” “I- yeah. It is. Things got really bad, and they still are, and I don’t even know if he’s gonna be okay. Like, I know I shouldn’t be worrying; he’s in good hands now, but,” Lance pauses. He chooses his next words carefully. “He just means a lot to me, y'know?” “You mean your major crush on him?” The girl swiftly adds on. Lance turns red. “Hey! Wait, you knew about that? Am I that obvious?” “Well…” “Fine okay, maybe I do feel that way, but really, I do care about Keith so much; as a friend or otherwise.” Lance crosses his arms and looks down. He might never even get to tell Keith that. Pidge places her hand on his shoulder, “I know you do.” And just like that they’re hugging. It reminds Lance a lot of when his younger siblings used to hug him. He was taller than them, so the hug was sometimes awkward, but it still felt good. Lance squeezes Pidge tight. ————– ————– It’s been almost two weeks since the whole Piyak fiasco, and Keith was still in the cryopod. Currently, Lance is in the kitchen, trying to get the food goo ejector to, like, eject the food goo, but like always, it’s stuck again. Lance wasn’t even sure if he wanted to eat anything. He hadn’t really been that hungry lately. “He’ll be fine, son,” Coran had told him. “Keith has gone through a lot, and we can’t for sure say when he will come back out, but I’m confident in our healing technologies.” “He’s right, Lance,” Allura chirped. “Go get some rest. You’ve taken quite the beating too.” Well, Lance has been 'resting’ for the past 12 days. “Quiznak,” he mumbles to himself. “Lance! Keith woke up!,” Hunk enters the room, practically breathless. “What?! And nobody even told me! What kind of friends are you?” Lance runs up to Hunk, dropping his plate. “Listen, man. I just got the news from Coran too. Apparently he wanted to keep it a 'secret’ so we don’t overcrowd Keith when he woke up,” Hunk continues. The thought kind of made sense. “Anyways, you can go see him now. Pidge told me about your little, ahem, feelings for him.” “That little brat. Thanks, Hunk!” Lance says, but he wasn’t sure his friend even heard him because he had already dashed through the door and into the hallway. ———— If there was a record for running to someone’s room the fastest, Lance was sure he had beat it. The distance from the main kitchen to the paladins’ bedroom hallway was pretty lengthy, but Lance had managed to get there in no time. He slowed down after reaching his bedroom door to catch his breath. He still didn’t know why Keith had chosen the bedroom right next to Lance’s, but he was grateful that he didn’t have to walk much further. He rehersed his lines in his head, so he was to remain as smooth as possible, and approached the door. Knock! Toc! Toc! “Come in.” The door wooshed open, and Lance slowly approached Keith. It was dark inside, save for the faint teal lights lining the ceiling corners. The boy was laying down on his bed, covers pulled up over him, as if he was about to fall asleep. “I’m sorry,” Lance starts. “Did I catch you at a bad time?” “No, its fine,” Keith sits himself upright, and Lance positions himself on the bed in a way that he was facing Keith, but his legs still touched the ground. “How are you feeling?” “Much better,” Keith sighs. “I guess there really is nothing a good two weeks in the cryopod can’t fix. I have a huge scar on my side where that bad cut was though.” An awkward silence follows. “Um, thanks for staying with me on the planet, by the way. I definitely would have died if it wasn’t for you,” Keith continues. He crosses his arms and looks down. Lance didn’t really try to make eye contact either. “No problem, dude. I mean, who would I be if I wasn’t the one saving your butt all the time?” Lance smiles. Maybe he can lighten up this awkward tension. “Oh, Lance!” Keith plays along, placing his hand dramatically his forehead. “You’re my hero!” They laugh a little and now the silence that followed from that exchange was a little more bearable. “I guess I should go, huh? Mr. Keithy needs his beauty rest,” Lance sighs, still keeping up his playful tone. He goes to stand up when suddenly Keith’s hand grabs on to his. “Wait,” Keith blurts. “Can you stay?” “Hmm? Why?” Lance sits back down and moves a little closer to Keith. Keith let’s Lance’s hand go and shifts a little. Even in the faint light, Lance could see the pink that suddenly lined the other boy’s face. “I want you.” “Dude, I’m like, right here.” “No, I mean. I want us.” “Us?” “Look, on that planet, Piyak, I was so scared that I was gonna die, but I was even more scared that I wouldn’t be able to tell you that-” “You like me,” Lance finishes. He takes Keith’s hand again. “Yeah,” Keith admits. “This is gonna sound really stupid, but I think I want be your boyfriend or something. I don’t know.” He squeezes Lance’s hand tighter. “Hmm, maybe that can happen,” Lance smirks. “Look at me for a second?” Keith glances up. Lance leans forwards, and placing his hand under the other boy’s chin, he kisses him. For real. Unlike on Piyak, this was a special kiss. It was long and warm and comfortable. Lance doesn’t even know how to describe it, only that he just doesn’t want it to stop. They part away. “That was,” Keith begins. “That was wow.” “'Wow’? Is that all you have to say?” Lance smirks. “I was thinking something along the lines of 'wonderfully amazing’, but now that just sounds cheesy.” “You ARE cheesy, Mr. 'Look At Me For A Second’. I mean come on!” Keith is now actually laughing and burying his face in his face. “Shut up shut up! I’m a romantic at heart, okay?” Lance giggles along with him. Honestly, he didn’t mind being called cheesy when it came to Keith. Hearing his laugh was kinda worth it. Hmm, maybe Lance was actually a little cheesy. Keith’s laughter dies down, and he finally looks up again. “Does this mean you will stay with me?” “Pfft, as if I was gonna say no. Move over a little. I’ll spoon you.” Keith gives the okay, and scooches to the left, facing the wall. Lance lays down right beside him and pulls the thick blanket over both him and Keith. He wraps his arm around the boy. Its really warm, actually, and it makes Lance get a little tingly in his stomach. Everything sort of drifts away in a sense. Like there is nothing else in the universe but him and Keith. Lance likes that thought. “You comfy?” He mumbles into Keith’s hair. “Mhm” “Good night.” “'Night.” “Did you know that I really like you?” “Lance, I swear to God.” “Okay, okay. Sleeping mode activated.” And with that, Lance closes his eyes. He wouldn’t mind spending all of eternity like this. Not one bit. -Klance Day

[little-kat07]

• A stressed college student is having trouble taking care of their toddler from a fling back in high-school. A friend offers to take care of the kid during their night classes, and the student suddenly sees them in a different light.

• After growing fond of a certain staff member, the prince/ess runs away with them from their stressful royal duties. Finding refuge in a secluded cottage in an enchanted forest. This is the perfect life for them....up until the search for the royal begins. (I think a beekeeper would be really funny for this, because the royal thinks bees are the most interesting thing and always wants to just impulsively shove their hand into a beehive.)

• A failed break-in attempt leads to a member of the royal family catching the thief. And while said royal doesn't turn them in, they decide they do have a new friend now. The thief is given an ultimatum—stay and be their personal "best friend," or leave empty handed.

• A well known pirate decides they and their crew will take a break in a town off port. While there, on a walk on the beach, they meet a rather enchanting siren. Despite past warnings, the captain decides to check it out.

• To dispute a possible war between two extremely powerful kingdoms, the royal families decide to arrange a marriage. Unfortunately, neither of the heirs want to get married to the other.

• In a world where everyone gets markings their soulmate has on their skin, one child has sustained a lot of bruises on their knees that they didn't cause. While they get older, they try to use their very favorite marker to write their soulmate. It doesn't seem to work. They're starting to wonder if maybe they caused the bruises, until one day, they start getting notes from a math class up their arm.

• On a specifically stressful night, a straight A (and supposedly straight) student goes out for a drink. One thing leads to another, and they wake up in bed with their crush and a pounding headache the next morning.

• After many study sessions with their friend, a student decides that they may have a thing for their childhood best friend. Only after they share a kiss on a dare do they realize this, though.

• Set in the 1850s, a higher-up’s child is raised under very strict rules. When they turn eighteen, though, they’re presented with three roses through the mail. The senders are anonymous. It seems they have a secret admirer…or three. (Might be fun if they were born on a holiday where that’s a common gesture, such as Valentine’s day.)

• Stuck in the mortal realm after being poisoned, a sweet ghost wanders a lake looking for other ghosts to help get to the afterlife. Though they don’t know what their goal is to get there themself, they do tend to try their best to help others. (Ideally, said ghost’s goal will be to find love. They were murdered by a lover after coming out to them, having a fight, et cetera. Would be fun with collecting just multiple ghost partners, then finally getting sent to the afterlife once they decide they’re content with how things are.)

• Set in a circus, an acrobatic finds themself slowly falling for the (dis)conjoined twins, who were separated years ago, now advertised as the “half-robot men” because of their replaced limbs. This is an issue specifically because the members aren’t supposed to have any relation other than platonic.

• Two time travelers find each other through multiple jumps and, admittedly, awkward circumstances, then claiming that they count as “lifelong friends.” They constantly see two immortals who they swear are always with each other. Both parties think they’re seeing things, they end up spending what is probably centuries trying to figure it out without asking the other party.

• Set in the senior year of highschool, a bright and well-meaning student has earned the reputation of being the school’s “perfect matchmaker.” The only trouble is, everyone they seem to fall for doesn’t reciprocate their feelings. Little do they know, they have a few certain classmates who see them in the light they’ve always wanted to be seen in.

• A flower shop, movie theater, bakery, and café all share the same street (and customers). While trying to settle this dispute, they realize accidentally they may have all caught feelings for each other.

• Whisked away from their old friends and home, a student is sent to a new, prestigious school. They excel, higher than almost everyone in every class they take, as well as being in the drama club and track team. This causes a rivalry with the top student, afraid that this new kid will take their title.

okay im out now do you have any ideas i can add to this

- Someone buys a pot of wildflowers to sit on their back porch. they live in an apartment complex. Apparently, the person living next to them is a florist, and they both see each other across their balconies every morning. The florist notices that the person is, evidently, going to murder their wildflowers if they keep watering them like that.

- A merperson gains human legs for a day and walks into a bar, trying to buy a drink with a pearl necklace. The bartender doesn't know what's worse; they're scaring away customers with the gills on their neck, they're trying to buy a drink with pearls, or that they're dripping water all over the freshly cleaned hardwood floors.

- Someone makes a mashup of two people's songs that goes viral. The two artists notice and then listen to some of the other's songs- and then reach out and agree to collaborate on a song together.

I only thought of three, hope they're fun :] (sorry it took so long, i've had a lot to do school wise)

[faulty-writes]

i wanna know..what if theres a student who is more scarier and crazy then rumi herself, and will you please tell us about the new fanfic your making im really invested!!

"Me? Intimidated by some wannabe? You're kidding, right pretty face?" but seriously, given Rumi's natural 'in your face' personality I highly doubt she'd be scared, threatened, or otherwise of someone else who just happened to be off their nut.

MANGA SPOILERS

Also, let's not forget this is the woman that also took out a huge ass robot even after losing a goddamn arm. So again, it's highly unlikely that she'd back down from anyone who appeared to be scary or crazier than herself.

But let's focus back on Highschool!Rumi for a moment, for those that have read the spin-off series Vilgilatnes, you'll know what I'm referring to when I say that my inspiration for Rumi's 'High school' personality comes from the fact that we actually see her in High School in the Vigilantes manga and you can still see that furious, crazy, and kick-ass personality she holds today. That being said, she'd probably outright challenge them. She wouldn't care if she was caught using her quirk in or outside of school to corner this person or more than likely she'd use her foot to impact the ground underneath them and make it a point she's the only nutjob the school needs. "Think I'll lose to a two-timing wannabe?! Get this straight ya little bitch, I'm the only crazy hero this school needs. Got that!?" of course, this would more than likely prompt a fight between the two, and Rumi would be wearing the biggest smirk as she hops around, landing kicks on them. "Gonna cry yet!? Who's the crazy one now, huh!?" she'd probably have fun, and if anything this crazy person will just add more fuel to her fire.

SPOILERS FOR TENYA FIC

As for the Tenya one shot which is now in my drafts and will hopefully be published within 2 or so weeks depending on how long it takes me to edit and revise it since it's super long. But basically, the fic starts out with Ashido trying on new lipstick but the reader isn't particularly interested in telling her how it looks because they're too busy looking at Tenya which then prompts Ashido to begin teasing the reader about their feelings towards him. The reader denies this which leads Ashido to dare the reader to kiss Tenya while wearing the lipstick she chooses for them. Now in over their head, the reader tries their damnest to not only get Tenya to notice them but also kiss him. However, each time they try they are greeted with failure.

A mishap with Tenya during training results in the reader getting injured and having to go to Recovery Girl. They return to class after where Uraraka learns of the dare and suggests that the reader ask Tenya to study with them. Unfortunately, there's a certain holiday occurring within the fic and Eijrou insists that the reader and Tenya come to the holiday party in the Height's Alliance building. The reader is disappointed but can't really say no, so they end up studying with Tenya in the living room while everyone else is chatting and having a good time.

Yet another mishap happens which leads the reader to storm out of the building and of course, Tenya follows. After wiping away the reader's tears, he hears their minor confession before being unexpectedly pulled into a kiss. Unfortunately, Ashido was hiding in the bushes and snaps a picture of the reader and Tenya kissing which then prompts the reader and her to run away from Tenya who proceeds to scold them and threatens to confiscate Ashido's phone. This, of course, doesn't work so he ends up chasing them around the building and that's basically how it ends.

[the-sword-lesbian]

She’s the Air I Breathe

Kate and Chloe once again found themselves in the cab of Chloe’s truck, sitting in the blackwell parking lot. It was late at night and they had just gotten back from a nice date of ice cream and watching the stars over the bay. But when Kate went to kiss her girlfriend goodnight, one kiss became a second kiss, which became a few more kisses and so on. Which is why Kate currently found herself straddling Chloe in the driver’s seat kissing the blue-haired girl like she was the only thing giving her oxygen.

The blonde had her fingers tangled in her girlfriend’s blue and purple locks in a way that was half gently kneading at Chloe’s scalp and half firmly pulling her harder into the kiss. Her lips moved against Chloe’s in a comfortable rhythm, occasionally interspersed with little nips and licks traded back and forth. If you’d told Kate Marsh at the start of the semester that by mid-November she’d be tongue-deep in a makeout session with Chloe Price she probably would have fainted on the spot. Especially after finding out who Chloe Price even is. And yet here she is, kissing her girlfriend with reckless abandon in the highschool parking lot. That is until Chloe’s hands find their way to Kate's backside and give a little squeeze, making her freeze up and causing a small squeal to come out of her mouth.

Chloe immediately tore her hands away from Kate and held them up “Whoa! Hey sorry babe. I-”

“N-no it’s fine.” Kate interrupted her. “I just…” She swallowed, looking her girlfriend in the eyes. “Sorry, it just surprised me is all.”

The taller girl reached up to brush Kate’s bangs out of her eyes. She really liked that Kate had started wearing her long blonde hair down more. She thought it looked really cute when it hung low, framing her face or was pulled up in a ponytail. She traced her fingers down the side of the smaller girl’s face before sighing. “Sorry if I… made you uncomfortable.”

“No no no!” Kate reached up and grabbed Chloe’s hand before it fell, pressing it against her cheek. “I actually uhh…” she looked down momentarily, blushing fiercely, before returning her gaze to Chloe in a look that pinned her to the seat. “I… I liked it.” 

There was a heavy tension in the air that neither of them seemed to want to break. They both just sat there gazing at each other intently, with so many words left unspoken from that last sentence. Chloe could feel how hot Kate’s cheek was under her hand. 

Until eventually Kate broke the silence, by starting to frantically ramble. “It’s just that it was sudden is all! I mean it was… fun… I just wasn’t expecting it! And we’re a couple and things like this are perfectly normal for couples to do. An-and-“

“Hey, little bunny.” Chloe reached up and put her other hand on Kate’s cheek turning her girlfriend’s face to look her in the eyes again. “It's okay. No stress. I’m not in a rush.” She smiled at Kate. “We can do this at your speed.”

Kate sat there looking at Chloe before letting out a huge sigh/groan and leaning down to rest her face in the crook of Chloe’s neck. “Uggggh… I think I understand why abstinence is supposed to be hard now…” 

Chloe chuckled at that. “Yeah? Why just now?”

The smaller girl sat back up brushing her bangs out of her face. “Well before, when anyone was talking about kissing or… intimacy… I had always been under the impression that I was supposed to do those things with men. And that all just seemed wholly unappealing so I didn’t understand why resisting temptation was supposed to be hard…” She reached her fingers up to brush Chloe’s lips. “But now…”

Chloe moved her lips slightly to press a small kiss to Kate’s thumb. And the blonde let out a quiet gasp. The two just sat there for a moment, eyes locked on each other. Unfortunately the tender moment was ruined by a blaring car horn startling the couple and causing both of them to shout and Kate to jump and tightly wrap her arms around Chloe

“OH MY GOSH!!” “JESUS FUCK!”

Kate pulled back as Chloe angrily rolled down the window to see Victoria Chase standing by the car next to them with her hand through the window, resting on the horn.

“Vic what the fuck?!?” The punk girl shouted.

The tall blonde took her hand off the horn and crossed her arms. “Would you mind terribly being a fucking degenerate somewhere else? Some of us actually came to this school to fucking learn.”

Chloe fired back. “Bitch I know about your anime collection! You don’t get to call me a fucking degenerate!”

The offended scoff Victoria made nearly exceeded the range of human hearing. She quickly recovered and pointed an accusatory finger at the couple. “Now you listen to me Kari Price and whoever you ar-....” the blonde’s eyes went wide as she finally realised who was sitting in Chloe’s lap. “MARSH?!?”

Kate couldn’t really blame the Queen Bee for not noticing sooner. Considering that her long, wavy blond hair was down and her usual dowdy church girl attire had been swapped for a decidedly more comfy, hoodie and jeans, she didn’t exactly look like she did most days. With the wide-eyed stare and positively stunned expression the taller blonde was giving her, she didn’t think she’d ever forget Victoria’s face in that moment. Kate was sure that if Victoria had been some sort of computer program or a robot this is when some kind of error message would have popped up, ‘Victoria.exe has stopped working’.

Victoria blinked once, then twice, then closed her slightly agape mouth and turned before walking back to the school in silence.

The couple turned and looked at each other then started giggling. Kate smiled and reached up to brush stray blue locks out of Chloe’s face. “I really do have to go unfortunately,'' she said with a small frown. “I have Chemistry homework.”

A smug look came across Chloe’s face, “You know I could come help you with your chem homework if you want.”

Kate narrowed her eyes at her girlfriend with a smirk. “Oh no you don’t Miss Price.” she said, lightly poking Chloe in the nose. “I am one hundred percent sure that no matter how smart you are, you ‘helping me with homework’” she gestured with air quotes, “will likely involve very little homework.”

Chloe laughed at that. “Okay Bunny, you got me. I should probably head home and crash for the night anyway. I have to open the shop tomorrow.”

The smaller girl smiled before grabbing the door handle, pushing the driver’s side door open, and climbing off her girlfriend and down to the ground. She closed the door and leaned in the open window. “Drive safe beautiful.”

The blue-haired girl leaned over and kissed Kate goodnight one last time. “See you tomorrow Angel.” 

Chloe started up her truck as Kate stepped back and started waving. The punk waved back as she sped out of the parking lot with squealing tires, heading off into the night. Kate stuffed her hands in her hoodie pockets and practically skipped back to the dorm, smiling wide the whole way.

[pixelatedrose]

Soulbound part Four

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Word Count: 3,212

Pairings: Platonic LAMP, Prinxiety, Logicality, background Remile

Warnings: Implied self harm (Skip the part starting with “Virgil drug himself over...” until the break) Uncensored swearing, divorced parents, controlling parents/parents not respecting kids’ privacy (Skip the entire last part), absent siblings,  if there’s anything I missed please please tell me, and if there’s anything you would like me to tag, don’t hesitate to ask!

Summary:

Roman Prince and Logan Rose are soulmates. They’re platonic soulmates though. They both have the same Soul mark to prove it. But they both have one other soul mark, binding them to one other person. And when they find Patton Miles, it just so happens that they’re both his soulmate. Logan being his Soulbound Soulmate, and Roman being a platonic soulmate. But something feels missing. And it feels filled, shockingly so, when they meet a certain someone a year and a half after they found each other.

Chapter 4

  Virgil ran home as fast as his legs would carry him. His mind raced as quickly as shoes hit the ground, faster still.

  Why is he here? Why is he a teacher? Why did he come back? Why did he act like he cared? Why come back now? Why was he never here before? Why? Why why why?!

  Virgil tripped and the gods of luck put on blindfolds as he was flung to the sidewalk. He knelt on the ground and thought it had started raining. He looked around and when he saw clear skies he realized he'd been crying.

  Virgil looked at his shallowly bleeding scrapes on his palms and knees before picking himself up and walking home, storming inside the unusual yellow door, slamming it closed and stomping up to his mother, ignoring her girlfriend sitting nearby.

  "Virgey, you're home! How was school-" his mother started.

  "Did you know about this?!" He spat bitterly.

  "What?! What do you mean, Honey? What happened? Oh my god, your hands!! Virgey, are you okay?!"

  Virgil hid his hands further into his sleeves. "That doesn't matter right now!! I want to know why Thomas is my fucking theater teacher!!" Virgil seethed.

  His mother blanched. "Oh no…" she turned to her girlfriend. "Rachel, maybe you should go?"

  Virgil watched as his mother's girlfriend got up and gathered her things as she slowly left the house.

  "Now, Virgey, I didn't think that you-"

  "You didn't think at all, Mom!!" Virgil snapped. "Did you know?! Did you know and think not to tell me?! Did you think that it would be too hard for me?! Did you think I'd burst into tears like a little kid?! Didn't want to deal with me finding out so you just didn't tell me at all!!"

  "No!! That's- that's not!! No!! I didn't mean for-" Virgil's mother was floundering for words to comfort her son.

  "It doesn't even matter anymore, I don't care!!" Virgil yelled, he ran upstairs and into his room. He slammed the door shut and pulled out a crude hand-made door stop and wedged it under the door. Years ago the lock had broken. Years ago the lock had been removed.

  Virgil couldn't stand anymore. He fell to the ground and held his stomach. He felt sick.

  His mother had lied to him.

  His brother- who had everything, who had the world, the one that had never made a show to ever reach out and contact Virgil, the one who would never want to contact him because he had it all- was his theater teacher in his new highschool.

  He had no friends.

  He had no family.

  He had no one.

  Virgil drug himself over to the edge of his bed and pulled out a small box with an assortment of blades, lighters, and a small square of sandpaper. He fished out the edge of a pencil sharpener and-

  "Virgey please let me talk to you!!"

  Virgil didn't answer.

  "Please I need you to understand!!"

  Virgil didn't need to understand anything else.

  "Please, honey, open the door!!"

  Virgil removed his hoodie. He couldn't stand the heat his room gave off. That's a good excuse.

  "Please at least tell me you're safe this time!!" His mother pleaded with him.

  But nothing could be done.

  Nothing could stop the manic anxiety that took him over. Words played over and over in his head and he felt like he was going insane so he focused on the pain digging into his shoulder instead of his own numbingly intoxicating insanity.

  Nothing would make this okay for Virgil.

~~•~~

  Roman was walking home and mulling over what had happened that day.

  Rose was a good friend of Roman's, but she was a little oblivious at times. She'd pulled him away from the pretty emo boy when Roman had seen him in theater.

  Theater… Roman smiled. He would have never pegged the shorter boy as a theater kid. His head started spinning up daydreams of Roman and Virgil performing scenes together, painting props together, singing duets together for the musical…

  Roman shook his head to clear it. It seemed like Virgil wasn't interested though. He probably has his own soulmate, you idiot! Roman thought bitterly.

  He walked in through his family's door and tossed his currently half empty backpack on the ground before flopping down on the couch with a dramatic sigh.

  Remus always stayed after school to hang out with his weirdo friends, so he wouldn't be home for a while.

  Roman tried thinking of other things.

  So he thought back to lunch.

~~•~~

  "Did you hear that Remy and Emile are a couple?" Patton excitedly told his friends as he sat down at the table.

  "They've been together for almost three years, Patton dear." Logan corrected his boyfriend.

  Patton smiled. "Oh I know! But they're still so cute together!!"

  "Patton, they're Soulbound Soulmates, of course they're cute." Logan continued.

  "You're missing the point!! They're a-dor-a-ble, Logan!! ADORABLE!!"

  "I'm not seeing what it is I missed. Is this some sort of complex joke that I'm not 'Gucci' enough to get?"

  "That is not in any way how you use that word, honey child."

  "Ah well. I'm still learning."

  Patton looked suddenly over to Roman who was thoughtfully chewing on a sandwich. "Hey there, buddy! You're pretty quiet, you feeling alright there, Ro?"

  Roman snapped his attention away from daydreaming. "Huh?? Oh yeah! I'm gucci as always, padre!" He said strikingly.

  "Ah so that's how you use it…" Logan muttered as he seemed to study Roman from behind his glasses.

  "Are you sure? You looked a little lost in la-la land there!" Patton ignored his robotic boyfriend, save for an instinctual hair ruffle that made Logan's face light up.

  Roman looked out the window like the mellow-dramatic princeling he was. "Oh its nothing really…" he sighed. "See, I just met this really cute guy in-"

  "OH MY GOOD GRACIOUS SNAP CRACKLERS YOU MET A CUTE GUY!!!" Patton nearly flung himself across the table and grappled his friend in a hug.

  Roman nearly fell out of his chair on impact and had to pry the overly excited puppy-dog of a man off him. "Gah!! Yeah! But!" Roman started.

  Patton immediately pulled himself off Roman. "Wait there's a but?!"

  "Yes…tragically I believe he is not…" Roman threw the back of his hand to his forehead and dramatically tilted his head. "Attracted to me!!"

  Logan snorted and Patton gasped somberly.

  "Oh no that's just plain awful Roman!!" Patton lamented.

  Roman smiled all the same. "Awh, Pat! He's probably one of those soulmate obsessed…" Roman drifted off as he remembered Virgil's immediate and harsh reply to his question. "...People." He let himself finish the sentence anyway. For some odd reason he wanted to keep his suspicions to himself.

  "Awh, well next time then!! Right Ro!"

  Roman's mind drifted to the purple haired boy he'd met.

  "Ro?"

  There was something about talking to him that felt so very right in Roman's mind. It felt similar to how he felt around Patton and Logan. But yet different still…

  "Roman??"

  Why does he wish soulmarks didn't exist? Roman thought, recalling the striking blue of the purple haired boy's eyes.

  "Roman!"

  Roman drifted, thinking of everything and nothing about the boy he had met in his third period. Virgil Sanders… he thought his name felt good to think… "Virgil Sanders…" he breathed out. He thought it felt good to say…

  "ROMAN-!!"

~~•~~

  Roman shot up on the couch, and grabbed at his shoulder which felt as if he had sliced it open.

  He cursed and gripped it tightly, running to the bathroom to see what could possibly be wrong. Roman threw off his red varsity jacket and pulled up his short sleeves to examine his left shoulder.

  There was nothing there.

  It wasn't even red.

  The pain faded down to a dull ache and Roman sat back down on the couch bewildered.

  What the fuck just happened??

~~•~~

  Patton skipped alongside his boyfriend, their hands clasped tightly together.

  Logan smiled softly to himself, hearing the short, golden haired boy hum to himself.

  "Hey, Lo?" Patton questioned suddenly.

  "Yes, Patton?"

  "Do you think Roman's okay?"

  "Why do you say that? I do not think he would injure himself on his walk home, nor do I believe he would have fallen ill in that time either."

  "No no, silly!! I mean emotionally."

  "Ah. My bad. I am not very good with...emotions."

  "I know you struggle sometimes, but even you saw the way he was acting today, right? He was totally distracted and had his head ten billion trillion gazillion miles away!! I hope he's okay…"

  "I see. Yes, Roman did seem very distracted today. Though I suppose that may be because he was a little wonderstruck with the boy he mentioned."

  "What?! Really? I thought Roman said that kid didn't like him though?"

  "Well perhaps, but you know how easily he can become so infatuated with pretty boys the moment they open their mouth to even breath. And this boy held a conversation with Roman, so that concludes that Roman must be 'Head over heels' for this boy."

  "Psh, nah!! Maybe a little flirty, but Roman doesn't have it that bad!! But do you know who does?"

  "And who would that be, Patton?"

  "Me!"

  "Oh."

  "And you!!"

  "Oh come now!! I care very deeply about you and-"

  "Oh just kiss me already, you dork!"

  Logan sighed and laughed, his face lighting up at his boyfriend. "Only as you wish, my dearest."

~~•~~

  Thomas Sanders had a good life as a kid.

  He got decent grades, he made good friends, he was a little confused why he never liked girls like every other boy in his grade did. And even more confused when he thought his friend Michael looked just so cute when he was singing.

  Thomas Sanders had a good life as a kid.

  Up until his parents split up when he was 13 years old.

  His father won custody and took Thomas across states to go live in Georgia where he lived for the rest of his childhood years until he moved back to Florida with new friends.

  He started playing around with an app called Vine, and whether it was luck or skill, made it big. He made a Youtube channel and made videos online. He wrote songs and sung disney songs and reacted to other people. And he loved his fans. He loved them with all his heart.

  It was when he was 25 that he got a message from someone in his old childhood town telling him he had a brother.

  He had a brother?

  Thomas Sanders had a little brother!

  And he was ten years old and his name was Virgil Sanders!

  Thomas sat down and decided to write a letter to his little brother. He wanted to know him! He wanted to meet him! He wanted to be part of his life!

  Dear, Virgil Sanders.

  This is a letter I'm writing to you because I want you to know that you have a big older brother who loves you and just found out that you exist! My name is Thomas Sanders and I want to know more about you! I want to know you! Did you know that I always wanted a little brother? I guess it's not a wish anymore, huh? Write me back, little bro! Tell me about yourself! Tell me about life! Tell me about mom and how school is going!!

  Sincerely and dearly from, Thomas Sanders, your older brother.

  That was perfect! Thomas couldn't wait to hear back from his little brother!

  He couldn't wait to find out whether he liked sour foods or minty ones!

  He couldn't wait to talk about boys (or girls) with him!

  Thomas never heard back from Virgil.

  So he sent another letter, this time on what he discovered was Virgil's birthday.

  He never heard back.

  Thomas would send a letter to Virgil every year on his birthday, one for christmas, one for Halloween, one for the beginning of the school year and one for the end, and one every valentines day with a purple rose.

  And he never once heard back.

  Now Thomas was 30 years old and had decided to become a teacher.

  A total of 36 letters, soon to be 37, sent to Virgil.

  Even if Virgil didn't want to talk to Thomas, he still wanted to try.

  And then.

  He found out that Virgil Sanders was his own student.

  And he found out that his brother hated him.

  So here Thomas was.

  Standing awkwardly with his hand raised to knock on the yellow door of his old childhood home.

  And he let he fist fall to the wood.

  Knock, knock, knock.

  "I'm coming! I'm coming!" A hurried voice called from inside.

  The door opened.

  "What is it, what do you-"

  The voice cut off.

  Thomas waved awkwardly.

  "Hey, mom. How's it going?"

~~•~~

  Virgil heard the door open and someone come inside. He quietly creaked his door open.

  "-want to talk to him. Please?"

  Virgil's breath hitched. It was Thomas.

  "No...No...No I don't think that he'd be ready to see you right now, Tommy."

  Virgil sat and listened to the conversation.

~~•~~

  Thomas glanced over at the counters and the ashtray on the coffee table. Beer cans and cigarettes littered everything.

  "I see you haven't changed much." He meant it as a question, but it fell flat and turned into an observation.

  "And what's wrong with how I am?" His mother asked accusingly.

  Thomas looked at his mother and shook his head. "Nevermind…" he looked down at a discarded and trashy school backpack. "I take it he didn't take kindly to the letters? Didn't want to see me? You know I told you I was applying for Eastwood. You could have told me not to you know."

  "Well I mean I didn't want to reach out to you and have Virgey find out!" Thomas cringed at the childish nickname. It didn't sound like something Virgil would want to be called. "And I never gave him the letters." His mother finished.

  Thomas froze as thoughts raced through his head. "What." He breathed out.

  "You really think he'd be ready to confront his older brother? You really think he'd want to see you?"

  "That wasn't your decision to make though!"

  "Of course it was, I'm his mother!"

  "That doesn't give you a right to withhold information from him like that!"

  "Yes! It does! He can decide what information he wants when he turns 18! For now, I'm his mother, I decide what's best for him!"

  Thomas ran a hand through his hair, distressed. "You know I wasn't trying to be entirely serious when I said you hadn't changed, but you really have not changed one bit, have you?!"

  "There was nothing wrong with what I was doing before!"

  "Oh yeah? Then how come I didn't even know I had a little brother till he was 10?!"

  "Because he wasn't ready for that! And neither were you! I didn't want you to think I'd moved on from you!"

  "I was 25, mom!! Twenty!! Five!! I was old enough to make my own decisions and Virgil was old enough that he could decide if he wanted an older brother and back then it wasn't too late for me to be a part of his life!!"

  "He was 10 and he didn't know what was best for him!! And he still doesn't!! I'm his mother!"

  "You keep saying that but do you even know what that means?! It means that you're always there for them!! It means that you let them make mistakes!! It means that you give them privacy and a choice!!"

  "He can have Privacy when he's moved out! Till then what he has I know about! I'm his mother and I get to decide!"

  "That's not how that works!!"

  "It most certainly is!! He just doesn't know what's good for him! And you are definitely not good for him!!"

  "Is that why you kept the letters from him?! Cause that's what was best for him?!"

  "What?! No!! He just-"

  "You were afraid then?! Why didn't even give me a chance?!"

  "Because you are not good for him!! Right now or ever!! I know best I'm the adult here and I make the decisions and I decide that you will go and-"

  "MOM JUST SHUT UP!!" Virgil shouted. No one had noticed when he had walked downstairs. His eyes were red and his jacket was wrinkled. "What letters?" He asked calmly.

  No one answered.

  "Mom, what letters are you hiding from me?!" He voice cracked and choked.

  "Virgey, honey, it was for your own good-"

  "TO HELL WITH THAT!!" Virgil shouted, tears spilling over down his face.

  Thomas spoke now. "I wrote you letters." He said. When no one tried to stop him, he continued. "When I found out I had a brother, I immediately sat down and wrote a letter to you. I wanted to know more about you, I wanted to be part of your life." Thomas took a breath. "That was about five years ago. And i never heard back. I assumed you didn't want to know me. But I didn't stop writing letters. I found out when your birthday was and sent you a letter yearly, and I always sent one for christmas, Halloween, and Valentines day. I sent one at the beginning and one at the end of every school year too." He pulled a wrinkled envelope out of his pocket and held it in his hands. "This one was going to be for this year, but I got caught up in moving and beginning my teaching that I didn't get it in on time." Thomas took a step and held out the envelope to Virgil.

  He took it and read the handwriting that looked so real. It wasn't perfect cursive or some fancy calligraphy, it was normal and real handwriting. It read:

  To Virgil Sanders. From Thomas Sanders.

  Virgil wiped at his face, smearing his makeup. He looked up at his mom.

  "You hid this from me…?"

  "Oh, honey it was all for your own good! You know how-"

  "How what?!" Virgil spat venom. "You knew how much I wanted to know my brother!! You knew how I thought he had left with his dad and just didn't care enough about us to come and talk!!" More tears. "You knew and you didn't once tell me that I had a brother who was kind and cared about me!!!"

  Virgil was shaking. He ran upstairs and his mother would hear the door to her room slam shut as Virgil rummaged around until he found the box under her bed full of 36 letters that his brother had sent him.

  No one moved.

  No one breathed.

  No one spoke for a long time.

  "I think I'll see him tomorrow." He turned to the front door. "Goodbye, Deva." He said.

  And the odd yellow door clicked shut.

  And all that was left in the old eerie house was a wronged child looking for five lost years, a mother who had tried to drown the inevitable with broken locks and promises, and a silence that bit like the way a cat silently does with prey already caught.

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