#though i was watching something while drawing this

[fucktoru]

cum necklace

The gift sat on your lap, and you gently peeled back the intricate wrapping paper, letting out a sharp, delicate gasp at the sight that greeted you.

“Oh, Satoru. It’s beautiful.”

Beautiful it was indeed, a stunning piece, sitting inside a black velvet box, held securely in place. The design was simple, dainty, something you’d be able to wear every day — yet still eye catching and an elegant display of wealth. A single, creamy pearl hung low on the silver chain, small glistening encrusted diamonds sitting at the very top; white and of course, blue, hinting at the striking shade of Satoru’s eyes.

Such gifts were nothing new to you, and as he went to retrieve the expensive jewelry from your grasp, you turned your back to him out of habit, moving your hair to the side.

“Only the best for you.” He murmured, breath puffing against your nape, planting a wet kiss before drawing back.

Long, deft fingers opened the clasp, pale hands maneuvering their way around your neck. You shiver at the cool metal brushing against your skin, a stark contrast to the warmth of your husband’s fingertips.

Once it’s fastened, your chin dips down to your chest, continuing to admire the necklace. It wasn’t the most extravagant or expensive thing you’ve received from him, but it was just as beautiful as anything else he’s ever gotten you. The tiny gems sparkle against the Christmas lights from the big tree, appearing even more dazzling.

However, upon further inspection, you couldn’t help but notice something about the necklace seemed a bit…off.

You’re vastly familiar with pricey accessories and clothing thanks to a certain someone. Therefore, you could easily spot a real from a fake. Pearls in their nature were cool to the touch, which it was. But they were also heavy, which this one was not.

It strikes you as odd. You know your husband well enough to know he’d never buy you a counterfeit— it’d be a slight to his ego if you ever insinuated he did for he was certainly not lacking in wealth — and even so, Satoru only buys custom made jewelry, all in order for no one else in the world to ever own or wear the same thing as you.

Examining the singular pearl further, you pinched the white orb between your middle finger and thumb, tapping on it repeatedly with the tip of your perfectly manicured nail on your pointer finger to test the hollowness of the sphere.

Satoru looks over, jaw resting on your shoulder while his arms hooked themselves over your waist. He watches intently, hypnotized by the movements and soft, reverberating clacking sound, unable to think of anything else but you repeating the exact motion on the tip of his cock.

“Mm, what’s wrong? Not to your taste?”, he grumbled, and though you couldn’t see it, you could practically hear the shit-eating grin in his voice.

It was a ridiculous—no—outrageous question, and he knew that. Your husband knew you better than you knew yourself. And you knew him better than he knew himself. With that, you could tell there was more to that cheeky smile than he let on.

“Satoru.” You warned, only to receive a pout in response from the corner of your eye.

He blinks. “Whaaat? I didn’t even do anything and you’re scolding me.”

“Yes, you did. Tell me. Right now.”

A childish whine sounds beside your ear at the chastising tone. He hugs you tighter into his arms—willing you not to be mad—firm, muscular chest pressing against your back.

“‘S nothing baby, just—”, and he giggles, flicking the little ball so that it makes a soft ping! sound.

“Wanted you to always have a piece of me with you...” He finishes, biting his lip, trying to fight back his laughter at his little inside joke.

Satoru bats his lashes at you when you turn to face him over your shoulder—innocent. Your brows furrow in confusion, and your eyes fix back onto the light, creamy pearl nestled between your fingers with a glare, daring it to give you the answers to all of your questions.

The silence that follows tells your husband of your ongoing obliviousness to his implication. He sighs at his ever-so dumb wife, gaze locked onto your face from his place behind you, his blue eyes sparkling with amusement and mischief.

“Oh, don’t make that face, my dear. You’ll figure it out eventually.”

A hand releases your waist, taking the pearl from you and stroking it. His fingers caress the sphere in a slow, sensual rhythm and he leans in, lips brushing against your ear, voice dropping to a whisper.

“But for now, let’s just say that this pearl has a unique...essence.”

Ping!

“One that’s all mine.”

[cece693]

Let Me Draw You (Ken x Male Reader)

Just saw the Barbie movie and tell me why I felt so bad for Ken. Like all he wanted was to feel appreciated and seen by Barbie :( So, I plan to change the movie slightly to include Ken finding happiness for himself.

Summary: While Barbie was off exploring the real world, Ken was left to his own devices. Roaming the streets, he stumbles upon a coffee shop where you decide he is your next muse.

tags: Barbie movie, reader is a man from the real world, Ken is a confused puppy, he finds someone who thinks he's enough

Ken wandered through the streets of the real world, his wide eyes brimming with curiosity. Everything around him seemed larger, louder, and busier than anything in Barbie Land. People hustled past him, some throwing strange glances his way, probably because he was still dressed head to toe in his *new* favorite cowboy outfit. But Ken didn’t mind.

As he continued walking, his blue eyes caught sight of something—or rather, someone—staring directly at him from inside a small café. A man sat by the window, his gaze locked onto Ken with an intensity that made Ken freeze in his tracks. For a second, Ken thought he might’ve done something wrong. Did he accidentally break some unspoken real-world rule? Did he have something on his face?

Before Ken could decide whether to bolt or keep walking, the café door flew open, and the man came rushing toward him. His expression was filled with excitement, and he seemed so eager that he nearly tripped over himself. “Hey! You!” the man called out, breathless, as he came to a halt in front of Ken.

Ken blinked, pointing to himself in confusion. “Me?”

"Yeah, you!" The man was practically bouncing on his feet, his eyes scanning Ken up and down as though he couldn’t believe his luck. “I’m sorry to stop you, but I just have to draw you.”

Ken tilted his head, his confusion deepening. “Draw me?” he repeated slowly, trying to make sense of what the man was asking. “Why?”

The man smiled, clearly amused by Ken’s innocent bewilderment. “Because you’re perfect, just stunning. Your features, they’re unreal. You look like a sculpture or like a doll.” His eyes twinkled as he took in Ken’s sharp cheekbones and the way his hair perfectly framed his face.

Ken’s mind was spinning. He’d been called many things in his life—cool, fashionable, maybe even handsome once or twice—but no one had ever stopped him on the street just to draw him. He stood there, helpless and unsure, like a puppy who didn’t quite know what it was supposed to do. His big blue eyes darted from the man to the café, then back to the man again. No Barbie in sight to guide him.

“I…I guess?” Ken finally stammered, still sounding more confused than anything. Before he could say anything else, the man gently grabbed his arm, his touch soft but insistent, and began guiding him toward the café.

Ken allowed himself to be pulled along, stumbling slightly as he tried to keep up with the man’s eager pace. His mind was still trying to catch up to the situation, his heart fluttering in his chest with a strange mix of nerves and excitement. The man’s enthusiasm was contagious, and though Ken didn’t fully understand why he was being dragged into this café, he found himself smiling a little.

Once inside, the man ushered Ken to a small table by the window. “Here, sit down,” he said, his voice warm and inviting. Ken sat down awkwardly, fidgeting with the hem of his vest as he looked around.

“So, um…what do I do?” Ken asked, his voice soft and unsure, as he shifted in his seat. His feet fidgeted under the table, and his hands hovered in the air like he didn’t know what to do with them.

The man smiled, already pulling out a sketchpad and pencil from his bag. “Just be yourself,” he said simply, glancing up at Ken with a soft chuckle. “You don’t have to do anything. Just sit.”

“O-okay,” Ken mumbled, still unsure but trying his best to relax. He watched the man as he began sketching, his pencil moving quickly over the paper. Ken was used to being looked at, but this felt different. The way the man’s eyes flickered back and forth between him and the page made Ken feel…special, like he was worth paying attention to, not just because he was with Barbie, but because he was him.

As the man sketched, Ken found himself staring at him with quiet admiration. There was something calming about the way he worked, how his whole focus seemed to be on capturing Ken on the page. It made Ken’s heart flutter in a way that was new, unfamiliar, and a little overwhelming. Time seemed to slow down, and for once, Ken didn’t feel lost or unsure of himself. He didn’t feel like he needed to be anything other than who he was, and that was kind of nice.

When the man finally finished, he turned the sketchpad around, revealing the drawing to Ken with a proud smile. Ken’s eyes went wide as he stared at it. The drawing wasn’t just accurate—it captured something more. There was a softness in his expression, a vulnerability that Ken hadn’t even realized was there.

“Wow…” Ken whispered, his voice barely audible. He didn’t know what else to say. The sketch was beautiful, and it was him, but somehow, it made him feel more real than he ever had before.

The man smiled at Ken’s reaction, seeming pleased with his work. Then, almost as an afterthought, he tore the page from his sketchpad and handed it to Ken. “Here. You should keep this.”

Ken blinked, staring down at the sketch in his hands as if it were the most precious thing in the world. “Really? I can keep it?”

“Of course,” the man said with a soft chuckle. “I made it for you.”

Ken’s heart swelled with a warm, unfamiliar feeling, something that made his chest feel light and tingly. “Thank you…” he mumbled, still staring at the drawing in awe.

The man stood up, slinging his bag over his shoulder. “I’ve got to run, but…maybe I’ll see you around?” He gave Ken one last smile before turning and walking out of the café.

Ken watched the man go, his gaze lingering on his retreating figure with a quiet sense of longing. There was something about him that made Ken feel safe, like he didn’t have to be anything other than himself. He stared after him, feeling that same flutter in his chest, something warm and hopeful.

As Ken sat there, clutching the sketch, he noticed something scribbled on the back of the paper. He flipped it over, and his eyes widened. There, written in small, messy handwriting, was a phone number. Ken’s heart skipped a beat, his cheeks flushing as he stared at the numbers. He glanced up again, watching the man disappear into the busy street. A soft, shy smile crept onto his face as the realization slowly sank in.

Maybe the real world wasn’t so bad after all.

[xxgoldie]

Congratulations for your 100 followers!

May I request for harumasa or lighter (zzz)? As for the alphabets, it's B, G, J, S, and X!

good afternoon, morning or night^^

-Miyi

i think i originally planned to do this one w harumasa but i feel bad locking these reqs up too long (don't even mention the non-event reqs i have, they will get done i swear) n i've not been able to play zzz much recently bc of christmas so i'm still building confidence on writing for that yellow twink (/aff)

main event page - event masterlist

B: Body - what's their favourite body part of yours? Lighter really loves your hands. Absolutely one to compare hand sizes - especially if yours are a lot smaller than his, but it's really just an excuse to feel your soft hands against his calloused ones and get a good look at them. In fact, he loves any excuse to stare at them, like if you paint your nails or wear rings a lot - if you text him that you got a drink or something, he'll ask to see because he knows the photo will include your hand holding it. He also loves holding hands, he has so many sappy thoughts about your fingers interlock with his like puzzle pieces. Likes if you trace his scars or draw little patterns onto his skin with your finger, just finds the dance of your fingertips against his skin really soothing and intimate.

G: Gifts - do they give a lot of gifts? how do they feel about receiving gifts from you? Every time he runs errands in the city, Lighter will pick you up random things he think you'd like, whether it's your favourite snacks or a silly-looking plushie. While he won't necessarily get you a bunch of thought-out gifts without occasion, there are always little treats and trinkets waiting for you - you're just in the back of his mind basically non-stop, and he drops them into his basket without thinking twice. Sometimes, if he ends up getting you a bunch of things at once, he'll give them to you over a few days, just so he can see the smile on your face when he gives them to you again. With recieving gifts from you, he's a bit awkward about it but he treasures everything you give him. Especially if it's something heartfelt or expensive, he doesn't really know what to say to thank you but he appreciates it immensely. And if you return his treatment of regular small gifts, he keeps them all in one place, a small box in his drawer that to most people would just look like a bunch of random items, but is essentially a shrine to you.

J: Jealousy - do they get jealous easily? what are they like when they're jealous? Already done, see it here xx

S: Show-off - do they like to show off to their s/o? Honestly, he's more of a show off before you're dating, when he's crushing. Will never admit it but he has a desperate need for you to think he's cool. Tries to be extra suave and intimidating (to others, not to you), and gets extra flashy in fights when he knows you're watching. Once you're dating, though, his showing off basically becomes a way to tease you. You like his arms? The jacket's off and he's randomly flexing his muscles to watch you stare. Find his voice hot? He's playing it up and talking into your ear so you hang off his every word. Anything you find attractive, whether you tell him or he notices himself, he's showing it off - partially because it adds a bit of pride in that trait, but mainly because he loves to see your reactions to it.

X: X-Ray - how easily can they read their partner? how easy are they to read? Already done, see it here xx

[phantomwithbreakfast]

✩ ~ If You Know, You Know ~ ✩

If you’re adrift in your own vivid, imaginary world, you know. If your mind doesn’t follow the typical pathways, you know.

(A kind of animated thing at the end of this)

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The sunlight stretched long fingers through my window, spilling warm streaks across the cluttered floor. Paints, pencils, and half-finished sketches surrounded me, a small fortress of creative chaos. I was deep into it—lost in the rhythm of sketching lines that might, just might, lead somewhere—when Danny appeared.

At first, he was just a shadow in the corner of my eye, a faint blur of movement. But then, as if the sunlight solidified him, he stood there, leaning casually against the wall like he’d always been a part of this room.

“Working hard or hardly working?” he teased me, that lopsided grin of his making me smile despite myself.

I waved him off, pretending I was drawing. “What do you think, genius?”

Danny didn’t answer.

Of course, he didn’t.

He never gave me that satisfaction. So instead, he plopped himself on my desk chair and began whistling.

“Do you mind?” I asked, feigning irritation.

He shrugged. “Not really.”

I rolled my eyes and tried to concentrate, but Danny had other plans. He started tapping his fingers on my desk, drumming out some rhythm that had no beginning and no end. When that didn’t get a rise out of me, he started humming—soft at first, then louder, adding lyrics that made absolutely no freaking sense.

“Danny!”

“What? You looked like you needed a break.”

“I don’t.”

“You sure?” He grinned wider and reached over to nudge one of my pencils off the desk. It clattered to the floor, joining the others he’d already scattered.

This was the thing about Danny. He didn’t come when I needed him, not really. He came when I thought I didn’t need anyone. He came when I was so buried in my own mind—in every single way possible—that I didn’t notice the sunlight anymore or the way the world felt alive outside these four walls.

If you know, you know. If you’re the kind of person whose head is so full of ideas it feels like it might burst, you know what it’s like to have a Danny. Someone that pulls you out of your own brain and reminds you there’s more to life than the next line, the next stroke, the next brilliant thought.

“Okay, fine,” I sighed, setting my pencil down. “You win.”

Danny lit up like I’d handed him a trophy. “Excellent choice.”

He flopped onto the floor beside me against the wall, staring up at the ceiling like he was seeing constellations in the cracks of the plaster.

“So, what are we working on today?” He asked.

“I am working,” I corrected. “You are distracting.”

“Same difference.”

He turned his head to grin at me, and for a slight moment, I forgot all about the mess, the deadlines, the pressure.

It didn’t matter that Danny would probably be gone in a few hours, fading back into wherever he came from. What mattered was that right now, he was here. Pulling me out of myself, turning my messy little room into something brighter, something more alive.

And maybe that was the point of Danny. He wasn’t here to stay. He was here to remind me that sometimes, it’s okay to put the pencil down and just exist.

For a while, we just sat there, watching the sunlight move across the walls, filling the silence with his whistling and my laughter.

Again, if you know, you know.

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When my full hyper-fixated ADHD brain kicks in, this happens. Most of the time it’s just Phantom that shows up though, not Danny as Fenton. (I was doubting to post this, but yeah. I did it anyway)

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—OC: Hailey.

I’m that kind of a Phan… (っᵔ◡ᵔ)っ⋆˙⟡♡

Please, tell me I’m not the only one for Danny’s sake…

[phoenixeclipse-lmkau]

How did the warlords feel before and after the curse, if reader is very good at drawing? I imagine them after the curse, asking her to draw them.

Ooh a fun one! All of the asks are fun, but I like this one! And the others!

During the curse -

Macaque chirped curiously as he looked over your shoulder at the doodle you were drawing in the dirt. It looked… like him? Every line was drawn with precise precision. You were smiling as you drew along the dirt with a stick that you’d found.

“What do you think? Does it look like you?” You asked curiously and Macaque just stared, his tail wagging happily at how much it looked like him.

You laughed at his ‘response’ it did look mostly like him. He loved the sound of your laughter especially when it showed him just how happy you were. He loved you so much, you were so pretty and so adorable when you were smiling.

He loved his mate’s smile for sure but yours was softer and kinder, while Wukong’s was far more bold and loud. He could get used to seeing both for sure. Looking back at the ground he made a mental note that you liked to draw and you were good at it too. They could get you all the supplies that you want, that you may need to draw whatever you want.

He smiled thinking about how you and Wukong shared the same love for drawing. Adding your art to the walls of Water Curtain Cave would be wonderful, he wanted to see that so much. If you didn’t like the walls he could get you something else to draw on.

*CHIRP*

Thinking of his mate caused Macaque to look over at Wukong who looked at the drawing. He looked around it and glared.

“What did I not get it right?” You asked curiously.

Instead of chirping again he pointed at himself and Macaque couldn’t help but laugh alongside you. Of course his egotistical mate wanted to be drawn too, he was careful not to ruin your work but he was jumping around with irritation.

‘Where’s mine?’ Wukong chirped irritably and you laughed at his chirps.

“I can draw one for you two if you’d like,” You smile and he calmed down nodding his head.

With that you began to draw, as both monkeys watched you. Yeah, they would definitely get you supplies for drawing all you want.

After the curse –

Wukong watched as you stared at the paints in your lap. He held his breath as he watched you look at them closely, they were very expensive paints but he didn’t really care. No he wanted only the best for his darling.

“They’re pretty,” You muttered as you stared at them, you’d never had such vibrant paints before not in your world. Though in your world you didn’t have the time for painting at all. Now you had all the time you wanted to draw and paint, and you were even given all the supplies you could want.

“How did you know I liked to draw?” You asked curiously looking up at the two warlords who were sitting across the table from you.

“You drew us when you were traveling with Spirit,” Wukong mentioned and you tightened your grip on the art supplies.

You looked at the two, at first you didn’t believe them. There was no reason to believe that they were the same cubs you had cared for… and yet. They knew about what happened almost anything that happened in that time they were able to quote perfectly. Even Spirit admitted they were the same, but you didn’t want to believe it. You didn’t want to believe that the two you had cared for so much had burned an entire village and how they acted and spoke made it clear that it wasn’t the first.

“We remember everything from that time, and we remember how much you enjoyed drawing in the dirt. I think that some actual supplies would be good to use, you could draw anything you want,” Macaque said with a warm smile, a smile only for you and Wukong.

“Yes, and if you’d like this King would be more than pleased to pose for you,” Wukong bragged excitedly wagging his tail.

You’re eyes widened slightly at his statement, there was no way that Wukong would be patient enough to sit there while you drew him.

“I’ll pose anyway you want. Maybe a little bit of anatomy practice would help- ow! Macaque!” Wukong turned to Macaque rubbing the back of his head where Macaque had wacked it.

“Don’t be perverted, you know that Reader isn’t ready for that,” Macaque replied which resulted in a bickering match. All the while your face was flushed a bright red.

These two would love to know you like to draw. It would be something you share with Wukong and while Macaque likes to draw on occasion (we all know his skills). He still adores seeing you and Wukong having something in common.

Loved this ask! Also I am so sorry that I’m so slow with these! I’m trying to get through my current asks while I have the ask box closed. Again sorry this took so long! I hope you see this anon!

[artensi]

Apologies for the delay

@luminousbright , I was your partner for the Precure Secret Santa! @precuresecretexchange

You mentioned Cure Empress as one of your favorite side characters and you better believe when I saw her name I was ecstatic!! I have a massive AU in my head about the legendary cures from DokiDoki if they were set in a modern timeline, and it’s genuinely one of the things I love most in the whole world (even though we don’t even know what Magician and Priestess look like!!)

So obviously, I had to draw Empress! I have my own headcanon design for her that has a lot less colors and though I considered using that design, I decided to just go for canon. It’s really hard making the colors look good together since they’re all so different, I hope I managed!

Here is the picture of Empress on her own

You also said you loved Pokemon! I’ve always been interested in Pokemon, but I have super low knowledge since I just never had the time to go into it. I decided I wanted to challenge myself by drawing a non-human object (something I’ve genuinely only ever done once or twice). I spent a while trying to figure out which Pokemon to draw, but I landed on Zygarde from Generation 6. I chose Zygard because it’s a Dragon/Ground type. Dragon because Empress’ fairy partner, Melan, is a dragon. Ground because I headcanon Empress to have earth as her element which she’s most powerful in. I actually forgot this wasn’t canon until recently… oops. I always thought she looked like an earth type because of her green hair, and the pink in her design somehow reminded young me of flower petals so it kinda stuck.

There were a few Dragon/Earth types to choose from, but I chose the one that looked the coolest and also because it appears to be the most powerful. The last legendary precures in DokiDoki were the only ones powerful enough to ward away the darkness for good (until a certain king decided to interfere), so Empress had to have been really powerful too! So the only Pokemon worthy of fighting alongside her would be Zygarde, since it’s super strong. I don’t know much about Zygarde since I haven’t watched much of Pokemon XY or XYZ nor played the games it’s in, so I hope I made it look ok!

Here’s the picture of Zygarde alone

I hope you like your gift ! I worked super hard on it, and it was really difficult to step out of my comfort zone and draw something that isn’t humanoid for the first time in forever.

Have a happy holidays! 🤍

[dpennedit]

TO LOSE YOU

A little angst prompt to hold over while I finish up the Xmas one, followed by Mister Mistletoe. If anyone wants to use this as an idea and/or continue on, please feel free to. Also this has not been proofread, so please ignore any grammatical errors. **Originally written as a MLM pairing.

You want it to work.

In the beginning, you promised yourself to do everything right—to bend to Terry's needs and fulfill his every desire. Commitment called, and you were ready to answer. You never wanted to fuel the myth that men like you avoid long-term relationships and monogamy. You were ready, more than ready, for forever.

As you zip your suitcase, you face the crushing truth that all good things must end. The constant arguments have become suffocating; you need to breathe. But losing him feels like losing your very breath. He has become your life, your comfort. Walking out of his apartment feels like pulling the rug out from under yourself, tumbling into the cold void of loneliness you'd long forgotten.

But there's no saving this, no matter how much you want to. With tears welling in your eyes, you bury the past and prepare to leave. You lift the suitcase from the bed, dropping it to the carpet with a thump. Grabbing your duffle, you sling it over your shoulder and step toward the door.

Each step up the hallway feels weighted with regret. Whether it's regret for leaving or for starting this relationship, you can't decide. All you know is that it hurts, as you struggle to breathe through shallow gasps. You stop in the living room, staring at the walls lined with memories that are now cutting you to the core. Pain grips you, squeezing your heart until tears spill over.

With trembling hands, you shield your face, feeling monstrous for erasing yourself from this house with no warning. You wouldn't be able to face him—even though you're about to.

A soft click snags your attention, and your head snaps toward the front door. The lock turns, and you whisper an obscenity, quickly trying to collect yourself. The door swings open, flooding the dim space with evening light. Terry stands in the doorway, watching you with wary eyes.

He closes the door, his gaze shifting to your bags, then settling on your tear-streaked face. Worry deepens his stern expression. As he steps toward you, you shake your head, stopping him in his tracks. His brows knit in confusion as he stops inches away, searching your face. The truth sinks in, and he looks off, a sharp breath escaping him. "No," he mutters, low and firm.

You close your eyes, drawing a breath, praying for strength. Heart thudding, you clench your jaw, eyes fixed on the floor, and make him aware that your mind is made. Terry meets your eyes again, the green and grey orbs swirling with growing distress. You've never know the man to beg, but it's clear that he's about to.

Unable to stand the tension, you retrieve your bags from the floor and attempt to move past Terry and out of the door. He traps you instead, his broad palms braced on each of your shoulders. You speak his name in full, something you've hardly done in the years of your relationship, and your seriousness settles even more.

Your voice is calm despite your nerves, and you don't meet his eyes as you speak. "Move out the way."

"Don't do this to me," Terry growls, guiding you backward and away from the exit. "C'mon, we can talk this out."

The words feel like a strike to the face, an offensive blow that earns a cold glare. You've tried to communicate your woes in every way—in layman's terms, phrases from counseling, even silence—but nothing worked. And now he's asking you to talk things out?

"Why?" The syllable soars out of your mouth, pricking him with visible confusion.

He stills, brows furrowed once again. "Why not?"

"There's nothing left to say. So why talk it out?"

A silent pause hangs as Terry's pillared shoulders crumble with defeat. You hadn't expected him to relent so easily, but you aren't going to stick around to question it either. With your things in tow, you push toward the door, not forgetting to snag your car keys from where they hang, and exit the apartment.

The door closes with a thud, and you halt. You've done it. You've left. It's a reality that becomes painfully apparent as you descend the steps, and you feel that stinging moisture in your eyes again. You shuffle across the lot to your car, loading your bags in the trunk. The driver's seat is next, and you're immediately keying the ignition before the door even closes. It's a slam instead, evidence of your frustration.

With an exasperated sigh, your head leans forward to rest on the wheel. You fight your tears, debating whether to let them free or stay composed until you reach your own apartment across town. Thank God you were wise enough to hold onto that. But although you have a place to return to, you don't have a home. Terry is your home, one you will undoubtedly miss.

Suddenly, your mind begins to toss with doubt. Should you stay?

You wearily lift your head, glancing at the apartment in the rearview mirror, only to see Terry rushing down the steps. He pursues you like a dark stallion, charging across the lot. His feet are like thunder, slapping against the pavement. Your breath hitches as your body becomes alarmed, and you shift gears. Before you can reverse, the man is already at your window.

Terry is frantic, knocking at the glass and pulling on the handle. "We can talk this out!"

You can only marvel at his desperation, mouth slightly agape. There's a whine in his low, muffled voice—foreign on your ears. What had come over him? Terry is usually so steady, so sure. Seeing him unravel reminds you that there's a human behind the walls you grew tired of trying to climb.

His pleading intensifies, his knocking knuckles now pounding palms against the glass. He begs you to open the door, sputtering promises to do better and listen. He's fighting for you, and you hate how it makes you reconsider. You want to let him in—but you know better.

You lock eyes with him, lips pressed into a thin line, and firmly shake your head. Your heart aches at the pain in his expression as his face contorts into a grimace. Before you can react, he angrily begins jerking the door handle.

"Open this fucking door!" He demands in a startling roar.

You panic and quickly move to reverse out of the parking space. All the while, he's still gripping the handle, determined to never let you go. You used to adore his strength, and can't believe that it might actually cause you injury now.

Before you can pull forward, Terry dashes to the front of the car, bracing his hands on the hood. He's glaring at you, both a warning and a plea. You flush with embarrassment—what if someone's watching?

"Baby, please," he croaks. "Don't do this to me."

You clench your eyes shut, swallowing down the will to lose all morale and run the bastard over. When they open, you take a hitching breath and roll the window down a safe measure, ordering him to step aside. Terry defiantly kicks the front bumper, fists clenched at his sides as he moves for the driver's side. You seize the moment to pull forward, catching him off guard.

Disregarding the stop sign, you pull out of the lot on a prayer that you don't wreck your car. Terry continues pursuing you even as you speed down the main road before finally tripping over his own feet. Hands gripping the wheel, you take frequent glances at the mirror, watching as he quickly scrambles to his feet. He squares his shoulders as if to make a second attempt, but seemingly decides against it, holding his head in despair.

[marsborne]

Strands of Change - Pinocchio x Reader

After defeating the King of Puppets, Pinocchio has been experiencing significant changes. - warnings: none - word count: 605

You stand there on the second floor of the hotel, gently stroking Spring, the ginger cat who had claimed your curious and gentle puppet's heart from the very first day.

Geppetto is holed up in his study, immersed in his usual tinkerings, while Polendina has wandered off somewhere, though you faintly recall him mentioning a desire to speak with Pinocchio.

The moment feels quiet, still, but then a faint noise catches your attention. You step closer to the railing, peering down into the lobby, and your eyes widen.

There they stand, both Sophia and Pinocchio, speaking in soft tones. He has finally returned. Yet something about him seems... different. The puppet beside her doesn’t look quite the same. Has his hair grown longer?

Your gaze lingers on him, drawn irresistibly, while Spring meows plaintively at your side, swatting at your arm in protest of your sudden inattention. Her little paws tug at you, but you don’t move, you can’t move. Not yet.

Finally, after a beat that stretches on for what feels like forever, you take a deep breath and descend the stairs, your heart light yet heavy in the same moment. He sees you immediately, of course. He always does. Pinocchio steps toward you, meeting you halfway, and you reach out, resting your hands gently on his shoulders. Your eyes take him in with quiet reverence, a soft awe you don’t try to hide.

And he tenses, just slightly, beneath your touch.

"You... your hair..." Your voice is soft, almost a whisper, filled with something he can’t quite name.

At your words, he stiffens further, his mind spiraling into uncertainty. Does this change make him... less? Less worthy? Less of what you want? His voice is hesitant, testing the fragile waters of your reaction.

"Is it... not okay?"

His question is barely above a murmur, yet it carries the weight of his fears. He is learning, changing, becoming more human with every passing day, and with that growth comes the anxiety of never quite knowing what is right or wrong, what is enough.

"What? No! No, no, no, dear," you blurt out, your tone swift and urgent, as if to dispel every doubt clouding his mind. "It's perfectly fine."

Without thinking, your fingers move to tuck a stray strand of his dark, soft hair behind his ear. Your hand lingers, cupping his cold, freckled cheek with a tenderness that feels like home.

"I think you look beautiful," you say, and your words are a quiet melody, carried on the warmth of a gentle smile. And he was. He really was beautiful.

Pinocchio’s mechanical heart stutters, his springs tightening as if trying to contain the weight of his emotions. In this moment, he feels weightless, floating, soaring, as if the simple way you look at him could unmake and remake him all at once.

This feeling, he thinks, must be what it means to change. To be real. To be human. And it’s all he wants. Though, in truth, he’s known what he wants for a long time now.

He wants you.

He wants you.

The spell of the moment is broken by the soft circling of Spring around your legs, her tail curling with playful insistence. You chuckle at her antics, a sound that draws a small but unmistakable smile from Pinocchio.

From her place nearby, Sophia watches, a knowing look in her eye and a quiet grin curling at her lips. She says nothing, but in her silence, there is understanding, an acknowledgment of a love that is growing, tender and real, between a human and a puppet who is learning to love.

Lowkey losing my nerves over this game but it's pino so it's alr <3 I beat the king of puppets yesterday and got reminded of something that I thought of like a year ago and oh OH. I had to write this

[schlatt-love-bot]

The Babysitters Club

Babysitter Schlatt x Babysitter Reader Headcanon

Had a quite a bit of fun writing this one, paternal Schlatt really gets my heart going LMAO

Enjoy!

You and Schlatt were best friends in high school, and being best friends with a future entrepreneur only meant one thing–you were in for a LOT of money making schemes

“Well, we tried the lemonade stand, got told we’re too old…got fired from our bodega jobs for goofing off too much…what is there left for us to do?”

You could see the gears in Schlatt’s brain begin to turn, as all of a sudden he perked up. He came up with something

“Hmm…you like kids, right (Y/N)?” 

“Uhh…I guess you could say that? Why?” 

“I know the perfect business for us.”

Lo and behold, Schlatt and Co.’s Babysitting Service was created 

Schlatt would arrange a babysitting schedule for you, and most of the time you would go out on your own, babysit the kids, and split profits with him for managing your schedule

Sometimes, though, depending on how many kids were in one home, or how many sessions you had in a day, Schlatt would step up and give you a hand

Today was one of those days, as he scheduled you to solo-babysit one toddler from 12 to 3, but at 5:00? You had 5 children to keep an eye on, one who was only a few months old and the eldest being 9-almost-10 years old

Knowing you’d have your work cut out for you in the beginning of the day, chasing a toddler around a park while Mom and Dad were at a meeting, Schlatt decided he would be a kind best friend and boss and help you out

Not to mention, this was an overnight babysitting venture, and Schlatt was looking for any opportunity to spend a little extra time with you 

“So, how was the kid this afternoon?” 

“Good! He just wouldn’t stop running around, I felt like I was chasing a dog all afternoon.” 

Schlatt knocked on the door to your next house, the parents frantically opening the door, rushing you in to give you the basic breakdown before rushing out

“If you need anything, there’s our emergency contact numbers posted on the fridge, there’s a binder of basic information on our little monsters on the wet bar in the kitchen, next to that is some money to buy a pizza for dinner tonight. Need anything, call Grandma, she lives up the street. Thanks, see you both in the morning!” 

They practically ran out of the house, as you heard the 5 month old let out a whining cry, and the two eldest children began running laps around the two of you

You looked at Schlatt, your eyes wide, this was definitely going to be your biggest challenge yet

“You take the youngin’s, I’ll take the older shits?” 

“Yes, please!”

You made your way over to the crib, which housed the 5 month old, and sitting next to the 5 month old inside an adjacent playpen were a 2 year old and a 5 year old, playing with various toys

You picked up the 5 month old and instinctively began to rock the baby, making small talk with the other two kids about what toys they were playing, and other things they generally seemed interested 

“Is screen time okay for these two, or are we going the organic, touch grass way with these rugrats?” 

“Hmmm, check the binder. Mom and Dad probably have rules about screen time, maybe after dinner?” 

You heard the two kids, and Schlatt, let out a sigh of disappointment, as you watched Schlatt convince the two boys it was perfect baseball weather, and out they went

“Say, girls, do you want to go and play with some of your patio toys? It’s such a gorgeous day out, we shouldn’t waste daylight!” 

You were met with many tiny “yes”s, walking with the baby still wrapped tightly in your arms

You and the girls began to play with some of the chalk they had laying out on the patio pavement, teaching the girls how to draw out squares for hopscotch, telling them how to play

You couldn’t help yourself from sneaking glances every once in a while to Schlatt and the other two kiddos out on the lawn, Schlatt tossing low balls to the boys, acting like they knocked them out of the ballpark and insisting they “ran the bases” around him 

A smile crept up on your face, you began to grow a little jealous of whoever would be spending their lives parenting with him

“Man, you like him don’t you!” 

You whipped your head around, seeing the 5 year old staring at you, as her 2 year old sister stood behind her, snickering

“W-what? Absolutely not, we’re good friends. What do you know about liking someone, hmm?” 

“That’s the same look my mommy gives my daddy every single day!” 

You felt your cheeks begin to heat, needing to figure out a way to avoid these two little children from grilling you any further 

“Girls, why don’t we go in and get you cleaned up, you’re covered in chalk. Maybe we can see what’s in your cupboards and make ourselves a little treat, huh?”

The girls were eager to do so, running past you and into the house

The little one in your arms wound up a bit fussy, so you placed her into 

All washed up and ready to go, the girls drug you over to a box of cake mix, insisting that you help them make cupcakes 

You didn’t want to use anything without permission, though, so you sent a quick text over to mom and dad to make sure they were okay with you using the box mix with the kids

They were ecstatic you weren’t just shoving their tablets in their faces, so they absolutely allowed you to bake with them

The girls were excited, donning their little aprons they had stored in the pantry

Baby started to get interested in what was going on, peering over the edge of the playpen, so you picked her up and carried her (and a toy, just in case) over to a high chair in the kitchen

The girls excitedly showed you were everything was that you would need, and you let them have total control over adding things to the mixing bowl (fishing out egg shells, when necessary)

By the time the cupcakes went into the oven, the boys came walking into the house, dirty and sweaty, and their pants definitely stained from sliding in the dirt outside

“Schlatt!”

“What? He needed to slide into home plate, otherwise he would’ve gotten out! You wouldn’t understand!” 

Despite the unexpected bath times, the rest of the night went rather smoothly

Schlatt and yourself wrangled the kids together for some pizza dinner, allowing them to decorate their own cupcakes for dessert afterwards, and once their bellies were all full, it was time to wind things down for the night 

You tucked the baby into her crib, heading to the girl’s room to tuck them in and read a little story to them

On your way there, you glanced into the boy’s room, seeing Schlatt making sure that both the 7 and 9 year olds were set and ready for bed, telling them tales from his baseball experiences (he was the best first baseman in your school, after all) 

You didn’t want to get caught staring, so you continued forward and to the girl’s room

You helped the two put on their pajamas, tucking them in their beds before sitting in the rocking chair by both of their beds, having “Goodnight Moon” picked from the shelf to read tonight 

“Goodnight stars, goodnight air…Goodnight noises everywhere!” 

By the time you finished, both girls had their eyes closed tight, peacefully asleep

You smiled to yourself, content with how the evening has gone, looking up to see Schlatt leaned against the doorframe, the same smile painted on his lips

Heat crept up your cheeks as you placed the book back on their bookshelf, heading out of the room and downstairs to the living room with him

“So…that wasn’t so bad after all, huh?”

“Well, toots, we sure do make a pretty good team…” 

He slung his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer 

“Y’know…I think I saw a new side of you today. You playing ball with those two…I never seen you so…soft before.” 

“What can I say, baby, kids have a special way of makin’ a person soft...” 

He hesitated continuing, but your raised brow made him go on

“And…seeing you with that baby on your hip, the girls in the kitchen…you’re gonna be a perfect mom some day, (Y/N).” 

You began to blush, looking up at him, wondering if he was feeling the same way you were 

Before you could ask, Schlatt excused himself to the kitchen, coming back with two cupcakes in his hands, handing you one before sitting back down on the couch 

“You worked hard on these with the girls, you deserve a little treat too, princess.” 

He smirked, before swiping his cupcake against your nose, making your jaw drop

“Hey! What was that for?” 

“Whoops, here, let me get that…” 

He leaned forward, kissing the icing off your nose, his eyes plotting 

“Hmm, hold on…I think you’ve got a little something here…” 

You took this opportunity to smoosh your cupcake against his mouth, and before he had the chance to speak, you quickly leaned in, kissing him on the lips

He didn’t back off, answering your question from earlier as to if he felt the same

In fact, he swiftly put his cupcake down on the coffee table in front of you, grabbing your cheeks to deepen the kiss

“Ewww!”

“I told you so! Mommy and Daddy do the same thing after we bake together!” 

You quickly backed up, looking up the stairs to see all 4 of the kids out of bed, peering over the banister 

“Little shits, I swear to God…” 

You laughed, wiping the icing from your face before heading upstairs to put all the kids back into bed, making sure they stayed asleep this time, before heading back downstairs to see Schlatt fast asleep on the couch 

Sighing contently, you crawled onto the couch next to him, placing your head nearby his chest before slowly falling asleep yourself, feeling an arm wrap around you to pull you closer

[quibbs126]

So I also ended up making this this afternoon

So basically the story behind this is that I decided “eh screw it, I said I’d try making that megop kid idea, might as well try making some helm designs to start out with”. And I made a bit of one for TF One, though specifically inspired by their cogless designs since I’ve drawn them a fair bit

But then it dawned on me that outside of TF One, I haven’t actually drawn that many Megatron and Optimus designs. Like I drew Animated Optimus like a couple times when I was starting out, but that’s it. And also the idea itself doesn’t really work with TF One, since as it stands the war hasn’t technically even broke out yet. It works far more in a series where it’s actually been happening

So I figured, I should start at the basics and get myself some practice on g1 Megatron and Optimus, since you know, they’re the classic designs

Also side note on g1 that isn’t really related but I wanted to add in anyways, today I got the complete set of the g1 cartoon (minus the movie but that’s okay). It was a Christmas present that was supposed to come earlier but finally came in today. And I learned my PS4 can play Blu-Rays (which really shouldn’t be a surprise, I’m aware that’s what made the PS2 sell so well, but I didn’t realize they kept doing it), so that means I am now able to watch g1 on an actual TV, legally, with presumably higher quality, and possibly even subtitles

So you know, I’m doing pretty good right now. I’m glad my dad is supporting my Transformers fixation and the fact that I’m insisting on using a DVD player (for the movies at the library, but still), which means actual DVDs

Anyways, side tangent aside, back to the drawings

I think they turned out fairly decent, they don’t really bother me. I do kind of wish I added shading/lighting so the drawings weren’t so flat, but regardless

Admittedly I think I do need to work on actually doing poses and things with these designs, I’m doing a whole lot of nothing with them right now. I need to pose those cubes

Also there’s some colors shared between the two. I don’t know if this is something actually done in the show, and maybe it makes the colors look inaccurate, but I think it’s neat to use the same colors elsewhere

Now on to random things about the characters’ designs I just wanted to mention

First off, this isn’t really a character design thing, but these were the pictures I used for references, outside of some concept art I have for full body basic anatomy (getting screenshots from the show is my preferred form of reference), and I gotta say, it took a fair bit longer to find a picture online with a proper look at Optimus’ head than Megatron’s

Like it didn’t take that long, like 1-2 minutes, but I just noticed how a lot of screenshots don’t really focus on his face, unlike Megatron. I assume because in g1, he doesn’t really have much of one, given his mask covers half of it

Also while Megatron’s helm itself is relatively basic looking and doesn’t really have a lot going on, the rest of his face has got a fair amount of details

Like he’s got defined cheek bone lines (I think), but he’s also one of the few (again I think) characters to have the shadow around his eyes that becomes more common later on

Then there’s also that whatever he’s got going on above his eyes. I’d say it’s eyebrows but I don’t think that’s what it’s supposed to be, given these characters don’t really have those yet

I saw someone, aka the person who makes Transformers Until One, granatu888 (idk if I should tag them here or not), turn the thing into a battle mask that drops down onto his face, and frankly I think that’s really cool, and that’s what I now choose to believe it is. Hasbro, make that what it is

Anyways, moving on. I don’t really have a lot to say on Optimus other than his helm being a lot more simplistic in its shapes than I’m used to, as well as very triangular. Like compared to TF One Optimus, who’s got a lot of details going on, his is super simple. I also didn’t make his antenna full triangles going down because I thought it looked weird, now they’re more like TFA Optimus

Also one last thing, but I swear the way I drew him looks just like that how one artist does, the one who draws Sparkplug (sorry, unlike the last mention I don’t actually remember the artist’s name, probably because I don’t follow them. Which tbh I should probably rectify, I like their Sparkplug stuff). Sorry it was just something I noticed afterwards and can’t unsee it. This also applies specifically to the face, they draw the actual rest character much better than me

Anyways, back to Megatron. Random thing, but he’s got a whole control panel on his torso. I’ve known he has it, because he has it in TF One, but why does he have it?

This kind of goes hand in hand, but random other thought I had today that connects, his design in general is a bit off compared to other characters because in g1, he doesn’t transform into a vehicle, he turns into a gun. Like that’s not to say he looks out of place (I mean I still think his helmet looks weird), but like, he doesn’t have a lot of kibble because of it. Like he’s one of the characters with no glass on his body because guns don’t have glass

Also does he have two guns? One on his shoulder, another on his back? I don’t know, I’m only now realizing that. They probably combine together when he transforms. Also I think his fusion cannon is just supposed to be his scope in gun mode, which ironically I’m pretty sure aren’t actually involved with the damage part of shooting. I don’t know, random observation

And uh, I think that’s it. It was mostly just random design details, and honestly not as many as I was expecting. I didn’t really have much to say on the art itself, mostly since it was just me trying to draw the g1 designs

But yeah, it was neat, I think I have a better understanding of their general designs, at least here. Now to actually use them in any way

[bakageta]

Holiday fic 500 #2

Next is some Venom Xenobiology for @ihasafandom

Even before Venom, Eddie had been awful at sleeping. Always too much or not enough, never the right amount. Now it didn’t matter as much, Venom supported Eddie through all of life's inconveniences including sleep deprivation, but he still needed sleep. 

“I can feel you judging me,” Eddie gumbled. He flopped miserably from his side to his back and kicked at the blankets covering him. They were itchy but without them Eddie’s legs chilled quickly. Its host considered them a necessary evil, a concept Venom thought incredibly stupid.

Only a little.

“Feels like a lottle.”

I can put you to sleep, it offered. Eddie would refuse the offer, he hated the abrupt stop and start to his consciousness, but Venom felt it was important to give him the option.

As it predicted, Eddie refused with an amused huff. He knew its reasoning for the offer, had fallen asleep while it explained at length. 

That was an idea. I could tell you something?

“You could, yeah,” Eddie mused and rubbed at his stubble.

What do you want me to tell you?

“I dunno man.” Its host rolled onto his stomach, face buried in his pillow and scratchy blankets tangled around his legs. “What about how you work? That’ll probably go way over my head and put me to sleep.”

My species is not as complicated as you seem to think. Though the last time Venom had tried to explain its transdimensional nature Eddie had complained it was interrupting the movie. Not Venom’s fault that it had gotten enough right that Venom had wanted to comment on the few inaccuracies.

“And yet you're complicated enough that I couldn't watch Interstellar and listen to you at the same time.”

That is not surprising.

“Whatever.” Eddie folded his pillow so his head was still supported but he was no longer breathing through it. “Tell me now, when I'm not distracted.”

Venom let its fond amusement suffuse their bond while it rifled through Eddie's brain for an appropriate metaphor.

Reality is multifaceted and multiplanar, Venom paused to see how Eddie would respond.

“Sure. What's that mean?”

Different worlds where different things happened, universes that are reflections of one another except for one thing.

“Yeah, yeah, metaphysical bullshit. I got it.” 

Venom burbled out and over Eddie's legs in an approximation of laughter. Small ciliary motions on its surface slid the scratchy blanket to the foot of the bed. I'm like kelp.

“The fuck does that mean?”

I have a holdfast like kelp, only instead of a rock mine is your central nervous system. Most of my mass is beyond this reality, just like the majority of kelp is above the sea floor. That mass draws in nutrients utilizing specialized structures. Like kelp.

“I think your metaphor is falling apart,” Eddie snarked. Then he yawned. 

Venom was winning. It kept its grin internal as it crept further up Eddie’s chest. Continuing my metaphor, the sea is like the space between universes. The rock, or host, can’t experience the sea beyond, but the symbiote can. And the sea is where all of the collective symbiote knowledge is stored.

Venom paused as Eddie’s chest rose dramatically with a deep breath. He was asleep and all it needed to do was help him stay there. It told him how permeable his tissue was for it, how he soothed it, how his mind was a near perfect fit to its own. How it thought that it could spend the rest of its life with him.

[koji-haru]

Lucky for Me

[Merry Christmas everyone!! Here's a little Christmas special from me! Title and story heavily based off and inspired by 'Lucky for Me' by Laufey. I recommend listening to the song for the full experience! Also, thank you @inubaki for gifting me a drawing for this piece!! ❤️]

Winter, December 24th, Christmas Eve. While the snow covered streets outside were in a peaceful slumber, the buildings that lined them twinkled brightly in colours of green, red and yellow as loud bubbly music and Christmas cheers seeped out into the layers of snow. Young people clad in thick, colourful jumpers adorned with intricate designs and flashing lights with red cups in their hands as they roamed stumbling about the cramped room to spread their merry-making from one group of friends onto another. 

A tired yawn managed to escape from Michael as he tried to remain standing in a group circle, listening to everyone’s adventures and plans for the holidays. The month had been an exhausting one for him, what with projects he had to finish and exams he had to study for. But that was all over now, the winter holidays were here and despite the difficult semester, everyone seemed to have regained their vigour just in time for the Christmas party. Michael pulled his sleeve back a little, looking at the time on his watch. It was just a little past midnight. He turned to the person standing not too far from him, who seemed to be enjoying all the buoyant laughter and drinks parties like this usually brought. Parties usually went on for much longer, and while Michael was just about ready to head home and sleep, he didn’t want to interrupt and ruin everyone’s fun. And so, he remained standing there, slowly sipping at his drink, which was more juice than alcohol, and idly listened to everyone's stories through the haze of loud music and alcohol. 

No matter how inconspicuous Michael tried to be, Adam still noticed the yawn the shorter man let out as he turned to look at his watch. A hand lightly over his mouth, Adam suppressed the chuckle that was spilling out of him at the sight of Michael sleepily ‘socialising’ with their classmates, though all he did was quietly sip at his juice as he idly stared at nothing. And as adorable Adam found the sight to be, it was also a little pitiful. He did, after all, drag Michael along with him despite knowing that events such as this weren’t really something he particularly enjoyed. 

And so, with some quick words and acknowledgements, Adam slipped out of the conversations he was in, tossed his now empty cup into the bin, and made his way through the tight crowd back to Michael. 

“Hey,” Adam said as he easily plucked the still almost full cup from Michael’s hands, with the other a few seconds too slow to realise his drink had been snatched away from him. “You ready to head home?”

The look that Michael gave Adam was akin to that of a relieved child with the way his dark blue eyes shone with muted relief and joy at the offer of returning home. Still, ever the too considerate partner, Michael instead opted to ensure Adam’s preference first. 

“We can stay longer if you want,” Michael replied, his gentle voice barely audible in the crowd.

“Nah, I’m bored already, so let’s go,” Adam reaffirmed.

“Are you su–”

“Yup! So let’s go already,” insisted Adam as he grabbed Michael’s hand and dragged him through the crowd, placing the cup still in his hand on a random table while they made their way towards their exit.

I just wanna take you home Call a taxi in the snow

One of their classmates tried to rush towards the door in wobbly steps, one hand reaching out for the pair that had one hand already on the door knob, ready to leave. 

“Adam! Man, no way,” they said as they finally managed to grasp onto Adam’s shoulder, the drink in their cup threatening to spill over. “You’re leaving already?”

“Yup, too tired already. So, see ya!” 

Without further ado, Adam turned the knob and pushed the door open, dragging Michael along with him out into the snowy streets, where they stood in the cold for a few minutes waiting for a taxi to pick them up. 

Once their ride finally arrived, both Adam and Michael quickly entered the taxi, their shivering forms trying to escape the freezing cold they both subjected themselves into. A content sigh left both of their lips as they relaxed into the back of the taxi, enjoying the comfortable warmth inside the vehicle. 

A winter wonderland zoomed past their windows; icy landscapes with naked trees only covered up by thick snow, houses adorned with either simple, homely lights or complex designs involving moving figures and patterned light shows. All those flashing lights, eye-catching decorations with vibrant colours, and yet, all Adam had eyes for was the man beside him with hair that was like woven gold, cheeks like the starry night, and deep blue eyes that reflected the shining lights like galaxies in the vast expanse of the universe. For all the wonder and joy Christmas brought, Michael was definitely Adam’s favourite gift.

The winds outside flurried the falling snow past the taxi window, and despite the heat provided by the car, Adam noticed that Michael wrapped both of his hands around himself, hidden beneath his coat. Just then, an idea hit Adam. He knew exactly how to warm up Michael. 

Adam subtly eyed the rear view mirror, waiting for a moment when the driver focused more on the road, before he made his move and lightly tapped Michael on the shoulder. As soon as he got his partner’s attention, Adam made a swift move, leaning over for a brief moment to place a light kiss on Michael’s cheek. 

When the driver can’t see Steal a kiss from you

A deep red heat quickly blossomed on Michael’s cheeks, even spreading to his ears, as he sat surprised for a moment before hiding his flushed face under his gloved hands. 

“How sneaky,” Michael murmured beneath his gloved hands.

“What can I say? I’m an opportunist and I saw an opportunity,” Adam shrugged playfully, before receiving a playful shove. 

—-

Adam stood frozen still by their accommodation’s door, eyes blankly staring at his empty hands. No matter how many times he had searched and flipped his pockets inside out, no key turned up. 

“...Adam..?” Michael asked, peeking over Adam’s shoulder. “Wait, one moment…” he said as he began to search his own pockets as well, hoping that he brought his own set of keys as well. 

Realised I forgot the keys Think that it was meant to be

After a minute or two of shuffling and searching through every pocket he had, Michael also turned up empty handed. “Well…that’s unfortunate. Hold on, I’ll send a message to– Ah, Adam, don’t–!”

The door to their accommodation rattled and shook loudly as Adam irritably twisted the knob while simultaneously banging on the door, causing as much of a ruckus as possible. Despite his smaller frame, Michael managed to pry Adam off of the door, putting himself between Adam and the door to prevent further attempts. 

“What are you doing?!” Michael whisper shouted. “You’ll wake everyone up!”

“Exactly!” Adam tried to get past Michael to rattle the door once more, but was kept in place by the shorter man. 

“No, don’t ‘exactly’ me. It’s like…,” Michael paused briefly to check the time on his phone, “it’s 2 am in the morning, Adam. Let’s not wake people up. I’ll send all our friends a message instead, maybe one of them is awake.”

“Fine,” huffed Adam, arms crossed as he backed away and moved towards the railings instead. 

Light footsteps soon followed Adam, and beside him was Michael, who had joined him to rest on the railings. Just a little outside the centre of the city, the night sky was a captivating darkness, devoid of the artificial lights from towering buildings and was instead sprinkled with small shimmering stars as the moon glowed brightly high up in the sky, like a far, unreachable goddess. The fresh winter snow fell like the lightest of feathers through the air, piling ever so gently on top of one another. Adam’s eyes followed one particularly large snowflake danced lazily in the cold winter breeze, slowly swirling its way towards the top of Michael’s hair, where it landed delicately like a kiss. And just as Adam’s eyes landed on Michael’s hair like a snowflake, Michael himself turned to face Adam, a small smile on his lips as their eyes met, both shining in the darkness.

‘Cause we sat outside You looked in my eyes,

And for a moment there, despite the freezing temperatures, their bodies shaking with an uncomfortable chill, the night sky so endlessly dark, and the air far too crisp and cold against their faces, the little space Adam shared with Michael kindled a warming flame within him. A flame warm enough and bright enough to keep the deadliest of chills and the darkest of nights away. In the dead of winter, a summer was kept alive between the two of them.

When the sun goes away in the autumn And the leaves trickle down from the trees The heat of the summers, forgotten You’ll be here, so lucky for me

“Is there something on my face?” asked Michael, his head tilted a little in confusion when Adam kept on staring at him in silence. 

Adam had half a mind to brush the snowflake off of Michael’s hair, but instead opted to leave it there. His hands swerved down and away from reaching for the snowflake and grabbed onto Michael’s scarf instead, where he rewrapped the fluffy scarf around the shorter man’s neck. 

“It wasn’t wrapped properly,” said Adam, trying to play it cool. 

“Thanks,” said Michael as he pulled the bright scarf a little closer to his face, snuggling deeper into it. 

A comfortable silence sat between the two of them as they watched more and more snow dance through the air, the blackness of the sky becoming closer to a dark grey as more clouds gathered to dust the land with more snow. 

“By the way,” Michael started, eyes fixated on the falling snow. “How’s your band going?”

At the mention of his little side passion, Adam visibly perked up, his idle gaze into nothing immediately brightening up into one of vigorous enthusiasm. He shifted a little so that his body faced Michael as he leaned more comfortably against the cold railing, the frost falling off it from his movements. 

You don’t tell me to shut up Even when I talk too much

“You wouldn’t believe what happened like four days ago,” Adam replied with much excitement. “Lute– You remember Lute, right?”

Michael nodded wordlessly.

“Okay, good. So, Lute. There was this guy, she barely even knew him by the way, and…”

Adam droned on and on about both the troubles and ‘fun adventures’ his band got into, from having the police called on them to being invited to a fancy venue they were sure was a case of mistaken identity, but money was money so they performed anyway. The topics moved and hopped from his band  adventures to pilling college stress and useless group mates to personal grievances against their accommodation neighbours. And as Adam babbled on and on about everything that had recently happened in his life, Michael simply listened in silence with the occasional nod and hum to let Adam know that he was still paying attention. 

“What a crazy bitch, right?” asked Adam, though he wasn’t really looking for affirmation. “Can you believe she actually…” Adam suddenly trailed off, his eyes looking back down towards Michael, his lips closed shut. 

“She did what?” queried Michael as he leaned on his hand, eyes bright and focused at Adam. 

“Sorry, I just realised I was babbling again,” Adam answered a little sheepishly, one hand scratching the back of his head. “I must’ve talked your ear off again, sorry.”

A light chuckle slipped from Michael’s lips at Adam’s awkwardly bashful display in front of him. He found it rather funny in an especially endearing way. How someone of Adam’s stature, tall and imposing, matched with his loud and overly confident presence, could suddenly act so cute and oddly polite at the most random of instances. Michael found it so sweet, he could just eat Adam up!

However, the two were outside, in public, so instead Michael settled on something a little more civil for now. 

“Nono, you’re alright. You didn’t talk my ear off,” Michael assured with a tender smile. Truly, he didn’t mind; to him, listening to Adam’s voice at length was akin to listening to the most heavenly of melodies. “In fact, I could listen to your voice all day.”

You’ll smile at me, say,  “Don’t worry”

This time, it was Michael’s turn to cause red blossoms to flourish all across Adam’s cheeks, heating him up just like Adam did to him during their taxi ride. 

“You’re cringe as fuck, you know,” Adam mumbled as he placed both of his hands on his cheeks, his eyes darting to the side. 

Michael simply hummed a soft, merry tune in response. A little proud of his handiwork. 

When the sun goes away in the autumn And the leaves trickle down from the trees The heat of the summers, forgotten You’ll be here, so lucky for me

Trying to escape the starry-eyed gaze directed at him, Adam tried to act casually as he fished his phone from his pocket to see if any of their friends had seen and replied to their messages yet. The screen’s bright light flickered across his face as he scrolled through his phone, still trying very hard to not let Michael’s gaze affect him much. Then, his fingers stopped suddenly, the red flush on his face swiftly fading as a relieved happiness washed over him in waves. 

“Oh finally!” he exclaimed before turning his phone towards Michael.

On the screen in front of him showed Emily, one of their friends, having read and replied to Adam’s message, saying that she would head down soon to open the door for them. 

“Oh, nice,” Michael commented as Adam pulled his phone back and typed a reply to Emily. 

With the help of the phone’s light, Michael finally noticed then, a mistletoe hanging on the overhang just above both him and Adam. Odd. How a mistletoe could just coincidentally be above them both. Suddenly, Adam’s words from earlier echoed back in his head and a little mischief bloomed in his mind. 

Remembering on which floor Emily resided in, Michael calculated in his head that he should have just enough time if he acted quickly enough. And so, with a light tap, he got Adam’s attention away from his screen before he swiftly grabbed the front of Adam’s coat and pulled him down so he could plant a chaste kiss on the brunette’s soft lips. 

“Wha–” stammered Adam, the heat on his cheeks returning brighter than ever. 

Michael let go of Adam’s coat before pointing up to the mistletoe that hung over them. 

“What can I say? I’m an opportunist and I saw an opportunity,” he mimicked Adam’s words from before, a satisfied smile on his face before turning to face the door that had finally clicked open with Emily looking very much concerned for the both of them.

“Adam?” Emily called out.

At the call of his name, Adam finally snapped out of his initial shock, giving himself a light slap on his cheeks before finally following suit. “Yeah, yeah, I’m coming.”

You’ll be here, so lucky for me

[canacaeli]

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[kinokoshoujoart]

romeo!! or rock….? idk he’s the ds guy. y’know

[just-null]

i have come here to personally thank you for giving me more than i asked for 🙏🏻 i am utterly grateful like IDJFKDKKFODOD 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️ it made me so happy the last doodle has my heart he is so cute i will eat him

also there is a DROUGHT out there for us noritoshi fans like im living on CRUMBS its insane and omg dont even talk to me abt how it feels like to be a kashimo and ino lover (altho they are getting a bit more love now) my nori is still underrated :/ sooo hence im asking ur hand in friendship and in exchange i promise to share my hcs with you abt nori my sweet lil meow meow we're in this together 💪🏻💪🏻

also since its October, do you think he likes horror movies? i feel like he can withstand gory movies but its the jumpscares that get him and he wont tell u he's scared when u watch one with jumpscares owkfkdkd imagine him hiding his face against ur shoulder or something 😭😭😭 (i used to do that with my dad when we watched horror movies and i used to be like im not scared😤😤 when he asked if i was lmfao thats where this hc stemmed from)

N. NORITOSHI HIDING IN YOUR SHOULDER OR SUPPRESSING HIS REACTIONS TO THE JUMPSCARES....... WAS IT AN INVOLUNTARY REACTION TO USE YOU TO HIDE??????? WAS IT BUILT UP TRUST????? DID HE GROW USED TO HOLDING ONTO YOU WHEN HE GETS SURPRISED BECAUSE HE WANTS TO MAKE SURE HE HAS HIS VALUABLES SAFE????????? WAS IT A MOMENT WHERE HIS MIND JUST INSTINCTIVELY GRABBED THE FIRST THING HE WANTED TO PROTECT/BE PROTECTED BY???????? OH MY FUCK.

he's probably used to gore and gritty stuff like that since he sees it often being a jujutsu sorcerer and all. not to mention his technique is literally blood. maybe he's desensitized to gore films, the most you'll get from him is a disgusted scowl.

BUT DID YOU SEE HOW QUICK HIS EYE OPENED WHEN HANAMI SHOWED UP BEHIND HIM. YOURE SO FUCKING FR ABT JUMPSCARES. Noritoshi is that guy who wouldn't scream or yelp but gasp really loudly and jump out of his skin.

i feel like they get him most in horror because of the music building up anticipation. if its one of those fake outs where the jumpscare comes a bit after, he's fucked UP. It makes him instantly miffed, as he tries to regain his composure. He swears he's not usually like this, it got him by surprise is all..!

Noritoshi is the type that'd only watch a horror movie if the story is rich and complex. He's the type of guy to like open endings that make you think.. if it's a guilty pleasure movie where all the protags make stupid decisions, he gets annoyed right off the bat.

He's groaning and complaining about how imbecile the characters are, but would still watch it with you because you personally invited him. If he's lucky you could fall asleep on his shoulder or [insert movie cliche here] how could he pass that up? But Noritoshi wouldn't be able to focus on you if he gets twice as annoyed because its a bad movie + jumpscares. it still startles him, but the movie is so terrible, he's embarrassed it got him, especially in front of you!!!

if you get involved and you tell him to quiet down, Noritoshi would shift his focus towards you. like that awkward guy who thinks he's being smooth and lowkey about how he cuddles up next to you. He wants to be the tough guy who's shoulder you can hide in, and he is!! just not.. with jumpscares.......

[liquidstar]

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