#Lavender did not want to wear a hat

[lilsocksiswriting]

From Creepy Stalkero To Creep Gaurd Dog pt.1

Fandom: JJK

Paring: Choso X Reader

Summary: How Choso goes from your creep stalker to your creepy guard dog

Warming: NSFW, Darker Content, no beta, just word vomit, minors DNI

Tags: College AU, stalking, masturbation, Choso is a messy cummer,, Choso being a peeping tom, just all around creep behavior, mutual masturbation

Word Count: 2.1K

This got a littel long so part 2 will be coming soon!

Stalker!Choso who develops the biggest crush on you just by having you in the same gen ed class. And who would have a crush on you? You are just so cute, cool, confident, and always look so put together. He’s probably one of a hundred guys who are jealous that the most liked girl on campus already has a boyfriend, but he’s the only one who lets his crush develop into an obsession.

Stalker!Choso who usually sits in the back of the class. Who gets literal heart eyes when you get up to present. He loves to listen to your honeyed voice as you go through your PowerPoint. He notices how you’re always messing with your Apple Pen or twirling a strand of your hair as you present. You always give a small, light giggle when you mess up.  You look so at ease in the spotlight, like this is where you always belong looking adorable to Choso in your outfits reading off notes from your iPad.  You make public speaking look so easy.

Stalker!Choso who gets braver and eventually moves to sit behind you. He starts to get to class early. That way when you come in with your friends and sit down in front of him, he gets a whiff of your lavender and vanilla perfume you put on every morning. He grows to love this seat because he can see how perfectly your hair falls. If he leans against his desk, he can smell the sweet shampoo you use. He can hear the little jingle of the jewelry you wear as you jolt down notes in your neat handwriting. He can stare at the slope of your neck all class. He can count the number of little flay-away hairs that come loose for the silk bows you wear.

Stalker!Choso who seems to luck out one day when during break the whole class empties out of the classroom, including you, leaving your water bottle sitting right there on your desk for him.  He can’t help himself! He reaches out for the water bottle and takes a long drink once he removes the cap. He moans when his lips touch the same stainless-steel rim that your lips touch. He can taste the faintness of the ChapStick you use. Strawberry. He sets it back in place and watches as you come back in and take your seat. His heart skips a beat you pause before taking a drink. Did it seem lighter? No, that’s silly, then take a long swig. Choso swallows thickly. His face goes beat red and he has to cross one leg over the other quickly before anyone else sees how hard he is.

Stalker!Choso who finds and bookmarks all your social media. He’s careful not to like any of your Instagram posts as he does his nightly scroll while palming the firm bulge in the sweats. When he finds the perfect picture he wants to get off to, this particle night being one of you in a cherry red bikini and a big floppy sun hat at the beach, he sets up on his knee and lays his phone between his spread thighs. As he fists his cock he’ll aim the angry bulbous head at his phone screen. He moans and chants your name “y/n, y/n, y/n, of fuuuuck y/n pleasepleaseplease,” before spurting his load across your digital face.

Stalker!Choso who notices that after class you walk home, alone. Tsk,  what? your loving, great, funny boyfriend can’t even bother to walk you home or come pick you up?  He can’t get the nerve to ask you if you want him to walk you back to your apartment, so instead, he just follows behind you at a safe distance. Your house is the opposite way of his own but that’s ok. As long as you get home safe, he doesn’t mind the longer walk back to his own house.

Stalker!Choso who begins to stay a little longer. Not just making sure you get inside but peeking through your window to make sure you’re all safe and tucked into bed.  Franticly stroking his cock at the little sliver of smooth skin as you change into your slik pjay set or the fluffy ribe you step into your bedroom wearing fresh out of the shower.

Stalker!Choso who follows his usual routine of following you home, eager to get you home and make sure you are safely asleep in your bed. When you two get home your boyfriend’s there joking about how cold it is and how you should just go ahead and give him a key to your place. Choso is so beyond annoyed, borderline enraged when he sees that the only reason your boyfriend came over was because he wanted to have sex.

Stalker!Choso who imagines it’s him that’s striping you of your clothes. That’s his chopped lips kissing your soft lips. Damit he’s the one leaving sloppy marks over your skin. He would go further down that beautiful body he would make sure to praise every inch of skin and enjoy the taste of your sweet cunt before ruining it. He watches your boyfriend, that prick, lead you to fall back on your bed.

Stalker!Choso furiously fucking his fist from outside your bedroom window while imagining that he’s the one on top of you, grabbing your legs and warping them around his waist. It’s his hair you’re running your nails through, oh god, a shutter running through his body at the phantom feeling of your nails racking across his scalp.

Stalker!Choso who’s not at all surprised that he doesn’t last long but is prideful that he lasts longer than your boyfriend. He drops to his knees, the cold and wet soil soaking into his jeans. He can’t keep his desperate moans and whimpers to himself. Fuck, he wants that to be him, he wants to be the one inside you, funking into you, and making your bed creek. Fuuuuck, he wants you so bad. He wants to make you cum again and again and again-   a cry is ripped from chops as his cum splatters against the side of your house.

Stalker!Choso who gets even more bolder and begins to leave you little notes here and there. you find them throughout your day tucked into the pocket of your jacket or your bookbag. They start out as little complainants like ‘You look nice today’, ‘You always smell amazing’ or ‘god you look so pretty in that skirt’. They honesty doesn’t creep you out at all, you actually really like them. Your own boyfriend barely ever says these things to you. Each little note you find brings a  smile to your face. You keep them in a shoe box tucked away at the bottom of your closet.  You start to dress up not for you or that pompous boyfriend of yours, but for your stalker.

Stalker!Choso who notices you starts to leave your curtains open a smidge more. It has to be for him. Choso can now see the glory of your naked body. You must know that he watches you nearly every night. Why else would you stop wearing that fluffily robe (it’s in the wash)? He takes pictures and videos of you going about your nightly routine. patting dry your skin,  rubbing lotion on your arms, legs, between your thighs, and practically groping yourself as you do your breasts. His cock is achingly hard he keeps forgetting to swallow his drool as he films you.

Stalker!Choso who buys the same lotion and shampoo that you use. He uses it as lube to jerk off at his computer desk or in his shower. The scent makes me groan and sob. Rather he’s alone at night, hips arching off the bed and bedroom filled with a quick repetitive ‘fapfapfapfap’, or in the shower using his hand and the multiple shower head setting, it is never enough. Choso knows that once he splatters his load on his chest or watches his spilled cum be pulled down he will still be left wanting.

Stalker!Choso whose wanting leads to him to become more obsessive and drastic. Those little love notes start to become lewder.

‘That little outfit of yours today made me so hard.’

‘I use the same lotion as you  to stroke myself every night.’

‘I need to stuff your cute cunt full of my cum, I hate wasting so much of it.’

‘Wanna worship  every inch of your body baby.’

‘I daydream if sending our between the plush though feasting on your wetness.’

‘You pussy’s the only this I seem hungry for these days.’

‘I wanna fuck you raw until  your cunt only made me me,’

Each time you read these notes your cheeks heat up and you squeeze your thighs together

Stalker!Choso who can’t stand the sight of your ruddy cheeks being stained by big fat tears.  He already has your phone out calling you. You try to sober up as you accept the call. Choso doesn’t say hello he just asks if you wanna get off. If he can have the honor to make you cum. Makes you a promise, “I can help you feel good baby, please.”

Stalker!Choso who is surprised how you nod then say ok in a small voice. He instructs you to get comfy, and lay back on your bed, yes just like that. He tells you to start out slow. “Show me how you like your clit played with.” you follow all of your stalker's instructions. Rubbing yourself and teasing your hole till you dripping wet and hot. He then tells you to slowly start to fuck yourself with your middle finger, god your such a good girl. Then add your index. “Curl then now, yeah, that feels good doesn’t it? need to pay attention to what spots make you feel really good baby” By the time he has you plunging four fingers into your soaking cunt, Choso is right outside stroking his cock in tandem with you.

Stalker!Choso whose breath is becoming labored as you fill his ears with your sweet moans and squelching cunt. “Fuuuuck, baby, feel good?” and when you tell him yes, that he’s the one making you feel so wet and hot he has to grip the base of your cock so he doesn’t cum. He needs to cum with you. “N-now I need to rub that puffy little clit like you like- fuck yes.”

 Stalker!Choso who is in heaven as he cums with you, watching the way your cunt tries to squeeze around your finger and the way you buck your hips. Then, you thank him and he’s so flustered that he hangs up. But your breathless “thank you” plays in repeat in his head and makes his whole week.

#jjk imagines #choso kamo #jjk smut #jjk #choso x reader #jjk choso #jjk x reader

[ateotd-izzy]

lavender haze | stuart twombly x fem!reader

“i feel the lavender haze creeping up on me”

stuart and y/n had been dating for only a few months after accidentally meeting while he was renting a few dvds from where she worked.

“surreal, i’m damned if i do give a damn what people say”

stuart liked keeping his private life, well, private from the others at google. but there wasn’t much he could do when they found out that he had a girlfriend.

“no deal, the 1950s sh*t they want from me”

warnings: swearing, kissing or wtv, nothing too bad

“i just wanna stay in that lavender haze”

☾

“stewie’s got a girlfriend?” nick grinned at him teasingly. “wow. never would’ve guessed.”

“i know, right?” billy, who had been the one to find out and tell the others, grinned. “dark and stormy’s not very dark and stormy anymore.”

“guys, can you just shut up about it now?” stuart asked, turning to face his laptop again. “yes. i have a girlfriend. big deal.”

“this is a big deal, stuart.” billy told him. “do we get to meet her?”

“no.”

“what? never?”

“never.”

“aww.” neha fake-pouted. “anyway, can we get back to work?”

“finally something i agree with.” stuart pointed to her. “back to work.”

“but i would love to meet your girlfriend, stuart.” neha added and he groaned. “do you think she’d follow me on instagram?”

“no. shut up.”

“oh, come on, stuart.” billy laughed as stuart put his headphones on. “don’t be like that.”

“guys, back to work.” lyle ordered and the rest of the group sighed before turning back to their computers.

“how’d you meet your girlfriend, stuart?” yo-yo asked and the room burst into chatter again.

“yeah, how, stuart?” nick asked and stuart rolled his eyes.

“none of your business.” stuart replied, pulling out his phone after it vibrated, indicating he got a text. it was from you.

“you should invite her to tomorrow night, stuart.” billy suggested. “to the par-tay.”

stuart gave billy a weird look. “why?”

“so we can meet her, duh.” neha scoffed.

“no.”

“invite her.” billy ordered.

“no.” stuart shook his head.

“do it. invite her.” nick agreed.

“no.” he spoke more firmly. “i’m not inviting her.”

“hey, babe.” you greeted as stuart appeared in front of the counter as you worked. “what’s up?”

“are you busy tomorrow night?” he asked. straight to the point.

“i shouldn’t be. why?”

stuart sighed. “there’s some work party and everyone in my group wants you to come.”

you smiled. “really?”

“yeah. so, if you want, you can come.” stuart silently prayed you wouldn’t want to go. “you don’t have to.”

“no, it sounds fun. i’ll go.”

“seriously?”

“yeah, why not?”

“nothing. yeah, cool, whatever.” he forced a smile. “see you at my place tonight?”

“yeah, of course.”

“great.” stuart turned around and the smile dropped.

fuck.

he really wanted you to say no.

he could’ve just not brought it up and acted like you weren’t invited, but that would be a horrible thing to do.

he wished he did that.

that was how you ended up at a google work party the next night with stuart, hiding in the corner of the room.

“why can’t i meet your friends?” you asked and stuart frowned.

“because you can’t.” he mumbled, taking a sip of his drink and adjusting the beanie on his head.

if it weren’t casual dress you probably would’ve had to rip the hat from his head to make sure he wouldn’t be wearing it.

“from what you’ve told me they don’t seem bad.” you shrugged and stuart stared at you.

“trust me. they are the worst.”

“are you talking about us, stewie?” nick asked as he approached the two of you, and stuart rolled his eyes and groaned. nick held out his hand to you. “i’m nick.”

“no.” stuart grabbed your hand. “let’s go.”

“oh, come on, stu.” you gave him a look. you shook nick’s hand. “my name’s y/n.”

“it’s a pleasure to finally meet you, y/n.” nick greeted before looking at stuart. “she’s so much nicer than you. where have you been hiding her?”

stuart glared and you chuckled.

“no seriously, how the hell did you get such a nice girlfriend when you’re a massive jerk?” nick asked jokingly. “i’m kidding.”

awkward silence.

“i’ll be back in a second.” stuart mumbled to you. “stay here.”

“where are you going?” you asked stuart while nick wandered off to get another drink.

“just the bathroom.” he told you, pressing a short kiss to your lips. “i’ll be right back.”

“alright then. go.” you pushed him lightly and he kissed you once more before he walked away.

“so, you’re stuart’s girlfriend?”

you turned your head at the voice and were met with a girl around your age.

so when stuart left the bathroom, he found you happily talking with neha patel.

when he appeared at your side again, stuart took your hand in his and you smiled.

“hey.” you looked away from him and went back to your conversation with neha.

stuart stared at the two of you. he didn’t like you talking to neha. he had tried so hard to keep you separate from his work friends.

he knew what they were like. he didn’t want them to be all in your business, or to annoy you too much.

he didn’t want them to scare you off. after all, you had only been dating for three months.

“—alright, thank you, neha.” stuart quickly cut off whatever conversation you were having and tugged on your hand. “we’re gonna go now.”

“what?” you asked, confused. “why?”

he shook his head, gave neha an extremely forced smile and practically pulled you across the room.

“stuart, what the hell is going on with you?” you asked as the two of you left the room and went out into the hallway.

“nothing.”

“bullshit.”

“who have you talked to tonight?”

“why?”

“who?”

“like, five people. nick, billy, neha, lyle and yo-yo.” you counted on your fingers as you listed them. “and billy introduced me to some guy he called chetty, so six.”

“oh, god.” stuart groaned and rubbed his eyes, his hands slipping under his glasses.

“why, stuart? what’s the big deal?” you asked. “why are you being so weird?”

“because they’re so…” stuart sighed. “they act like they need to know everything about everyone and are always trying to know everything about every aspect of my life.”

stuart let go of your hand and instead sat his hands on your waist.

“you’re the one thing i want to keep separate from them. i don’t want them to end up ruining this.” stuart spoke quietly. you brought your hands up to his shoulders. “i love you, y/n.”

that was something new.

you smiled and leaned forward, connecting your lips before pulling away just a second later.

“i love you too, stuart.” you laughed softly against his lips, making him smile, before you leaned into another kiss.

you reached up and pulled the beanie off of his head, running your fingers through his hair after.

“you’ve got to agree that they’re annoying, right?” stuart asked almost immediately after pulling away.

“oh, definitely. i think billy asked me about eight times if we were going to get married.”

stuart laughed a little. “seriously?”

“yeah. they asked so many questions about us.”

the two of you were silent for a moment.

“do you want to go back inside?” he gestured to the doors beside you.

“no.” you answered, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck. “i just want to stay with you.”

“back to my place?” he asked and you nodded.

“of course.”

the two of you headed towards the building’s front doors.

“do you want take-out?”

“it’s, like, midnight.”

“yeah, but do you?”

“yeah.”

stuart chuckled and opened the door for you. “i love you.”

“so you’ve said.” you teased, kissing his cheek. “i love you, too.”

you both walked to the car in silence. hand-in-hand.

taglist: @brvceyamada

a/n: i feel like this is too short or smth, but yay lavender haze

#stuart twombly #stuart twombly x reader #the internship #dylan o’brien x reader #dylan o’brien #teen wolf #stiles stilinski #stiles stilinski x reader #bettyssneaker #the maze runner #taylor swift #midnights #lavender haze

[prythiansfavoritefox]

[ COMFORT ] 🪷 Elain 🪷

Lucien could not take it anymore. Bottling up all of his problems inside was killing him. He hated himself, he hated his life, he hated his fucking job. He hated that no matter what he did, Tamlin seemed to be so far out of his reach. The last time they'd spoken, Tamlin had given him a black eye. Cauldron boil him, he'd tried not to retaliate, but...something in him had just snapped. Everything that had happened to him over the past several months had just spilled over, and he'd set a driving punch straight into Tamlin's abdomen. Then he tunneled so deep down into that rage that he hadn't even noticed his fire swirling around him as he absolutely pummeled Tamlin. He had burned most of Tamlin's clothes off, and little burn marks peppered his skin. His own clothes, woven with magic fire-resistant cloth from Autumn, remained intact.

Lucien had known that whatever progress he might have made with Tamlin was undone the moment he had punched back. So frustrating-so unbelievably frustrating to have to deal with a broken High Lord and his court, yet no one cared. Feyre hadn't even asked about his eye. Not like Lucien had offered the information; he didn't trust Feyre or the Inner Circle as far as he could throw them. With information, he had no choice. But his feelings? He could keep them to himself and spare himself the hurt.

When he was in his small house in Velaris safely in bed, he let himself cry. Why had his life come to this? What had he done in a previous life to deserve this? Who was he kidding, playing emissary to the Night Court? He didn't belong here any more than he belonged in Spring. Gods, he missed Autumn. He didn't think that was something he'd ever say, but at least Beron had mostly left him alone. He was free to pursue his education, free to make friends amongst the gentry, free to practice his sword and read books and whatever else he was interested in. He loved being busy and visiting other courts, but considering a big part of his work was babysitting a miserable man who had in the latter stages of their relationship become abusive towards him, it was safe to say he'd much rather being doing anything else.

Sigh. He could probably do a ten times better job of ruling than any of these fools, but alas, he was stuck in this weak role of emissary, disrespected by all who associated with him. Not even his mate cared for him.

By the Cauldron, he missed Jesminda. The only person who had ever cared for him, chosen him.

At some point while crying, he fell asleep. Something tugged in his gut, and he found himself watching himself sitting beside a pond, bare feet dipped in the water, and next to him sat a stunningly beautiful brunette. Elain. His Elain. His mate who did not want him-

Lucien, she whispered quietly. This is just a dream, Lucien told himself, but it did not feel that way. No, that tug on his gut was very real.

She was wearing a long ruffled lavender dress with a pretty straw hat on her head. She held a matching basket, but when Lucien looked inside, there were only worms. Lucien jumped back.

"The Night Court gardens' soil is very poor, so I bred some ground worms to help replenish the nutrients," Elain said matter-of-factly, like she hadn't just said the most shocking thing ever. Lucien gaped at her. "You actually bred...?"

"Yes!" Elain said brightly. Then she gently put a hand on his shoulder, her big eyes full of concern. "You seem upset. Is there something wrong?"

Lucien snorted, leaning back and crossing his arms over his chest. "As if you care if something is wrong."

"Of course I care," Elain said insistently. "You are my mate."

"Do not condescend to me," Lucien replied sharply. "I know such things mean nothing to humans."

"But I am no human anymore," Elain said, trying to reach for Lucien's body again. He pulled away again, and he almost regret it looking at the hurt that formed in her doe-brown eyes. But she avoided him like the plague in daylight; was he wrong to return the favor?

"But you still adhere to the human culture and rules," Lucien pointed out.

"It doesn't matter what I adhere to!" Elain shouted exasperatedly. "It doesn't matter how much I tell myself the mating bond means nothing, when I cannot breathe every time you are near. It doesn't matter how much I resent it, how much I feel is the bond and how much is me, when all I can think of when you are close to me are thoughts improper for a lady."

Lucien blinked, heat creeping up in his face as he recalled the absolutely filthy thoughts in her mind as he'd tugged on the bond that one afternoon.

"Fine," Lucien muttered. "It was Tamlin. He's being grumpy and uncooperative. I know he's hurting, but goddamnit, he has hurt me. And Spring has to be up and running soon, else the land is ripe for the taking."

Elain tilted her head curiously. "Is that really all?" Lucien sighed, shaking his head. "No, that was just a culmination of all my frustrations thus far."

"I thought so," Elain answered quietly. "You bottle up your feelings when you are hurt. Throw yourself into your tasks instead rather than wallow about it or engage in self-destructive behavior."

Lucien blinked at her in surprise. "You have been watching me."

"Of course I've been watching you," Elain said as if it were obvious. "How could I not? But also...I understand. You and I are the same in that right, I suppose."

Lucien didn't know what possessed him to do such a thing, but he crawled forward and laid his head on Elain's lap. She looked down at him and smiled serenely, stroking his hair, his cheek, his chin. Then she bent down and pressed a kiss to his forehead.

"Rest darling," Elain said sweetly. "No one can hurt you here." She continued to stroke him gently as his eyes drifted off, and the rest of his sleep was deep and pleasant.

#lucien vanserra #pro lucien vanserra #elain archeron #pro elain archeron #elucien #pro elucien

[likecastle]

if ur still taking prompts! that ronance boxer fic got me thinking about nancy experiencing gender euphoria! so gender exploration with maybe a lil something with robin being a supportive girlfriend?

I don't know if this is quite what you were hoping for, anon, but it's what I wound up with!

“I should just return it,” Nancy says, gazing longingly at the mirror.

“No, you shouldn’t,” Robin counters from the bed.

Nancy runs her palms along the tailored sides of her jacket against her waist, so nipped it gives even her slender frame the impression of a hourglass figure. “It was so expensive.”

“Worth it,” Robin insists. “Seriously, Nance, it’s like it was made for you.”

Nancy sighs. “It really does fit well.” She loves the way the skirt hugs her hips, the slippery slide of the lining when she moves.

“It fits incredibly well,” Robin agrees. “And the color is great on you.”

It is a good color, a plum so dark it’s almost black—so far from the lavenders and mauves she favored in college, but purple’s never failed her yet. She bites her lip. “You don’t think it’ll look, I don’t know, frivolous? Over the top?” The bullpen is a sea of greys and beiges these days. “I don’t want to seem like I’m trying to stand out.”

Nancy catches sight of Robin’s grin in the mirror. “I’m sorry to tell you this, but you’re gonna stand out no matter what you wear.”

Nancy turns to face Robin now. “So you’re saying I should return it.”

Robin rolls her eyes. “That is not what I’m saying at all.”

“Because if it doesn’t matter what I wear, then I might as well not waste half my paycheck on a suit I probably won’t even work up the nerve to wear.”

“What I’m saying,” Robin says pointedly, “is that it makes you look smart and sexy and extremely in-charge. Which is to say, it makes you look like you.”

Nancy feels, of all things, a knot forming in her throat. Because that’s what she thought, too, standing there in the fitting room in her stocking feet. That was why she hadn’t been able to put it back on the rack and leave it behind—because wearing it made her feel something she’s been chasing ever since that internship at the Hawkins Post, maybe even longer than that. She feels powerful in this suit in a way she never really did in all her frilly pink blouses in college, or in the unobtrusive grey blazers she started wearing in college, just to blend in.

“Have I ever mentioned,” Robin says, reaching out to take Nancy’s hands and draw her closer, “the crush I had on Hildy Johnson in His Girl Friday?”

“You think?” Nancy asks demurely, pleased by the comparison.

Robin nods, slow and serious. “We should get you a little hat.”

Nancy rolls her eyes, but she’s smiling. “I think I’m going to leave matching hats to Rosalind Russell.”

Robin gives an expressive shrug. “If you insist,” she says, and then in the same breath, she reaches up and yanks the price tag off the jacket, pulling it off with a snap of plastic.

“Robin!” Nancy gasps.

She tosses the price tag and the little paper envelope of spare buttons over her shoulder, unrepentant. “Now you have to keep it.”

“But—”

“You deserve it, Nance.” She takes Nancy’s hips this time, maneuvering her so she’s perched sideways on Robin’s lap. “Even if I hated it—which I very much do not, by the way—I’d still tell you to keep it, because it makes you so . . . I don’t even know what to call it. It just looks right on you. It looks like it feels right on you, like something you didn’t even maybe know was missing just fit into place. Am I right?”

Nancy nods, embarrassed to admit this, even to Robin.

Robin kisses her lightly, so gently it makes Nancy blush, just a little. “Then you should keep it.”

“I’ll think about it,” Nancy says, but she knows she’s going to keep it—and not just because Robin likes it. “But if I lose those spare buttons just because you wanted to make a point, there will be consequences.”

Robin smiles and leans in to kiss her again. “I can live with that.”

#ronance #robin x nancy #robin/nancy #stranger things femslash #femslashtember

[cosmiclove-heavenstruck]

Treacherous Games | Harry James Potter

Pairing: Harry Potter x fem!reader

Warnings: maybe some swearing (you never know around Ron), otherwise just fluff, pining, and crushing hard.

Summary: Harry is crushing on Reader during a match of Two-A-Side Quidditch.

a/n: Set in the summet holidays before Harry’s sixth year. This isn't a stand-alone oneshot but an excerpt from an unpublished fic. English is not my native language, so there might be spelling/grammar mistakes.

“And that’s how you catch a Quaffle, Ron.”

“Come on, one more round.”

“We really don’t want you to lose a seventh time.”

Overly confident, Y/N threw the Quaffle from one hand to the other, then passed it on to Harry, who was hovering ten feet away from her on his broom, grinning amusedly.

It was two days after they had gotten their O.W.L. results.

The air was buzzing with tiny, fluffy bumblebees and butterflies in iridescent colours, flying over the purple lavender bushes, wild blooming, deeply red corn roses, and a bed of catnip, which had become Crookshanks new favourite place to simply exist, slashing at bees from time to time. The orchard had dropped its overripe apples and plums into the high grown grass, making it a feast for wasps and the gnome family inhabiting the garden of the Burrow.

As the only one who did not play Quidditch, despite having been asked to join countless times, Hermione had created her own little oasis between a high grown beech tree and the door to the kitchen. She was sitting on a white and blue striped deckchair, her feet in a bucket full of cold water, an enormous, broad-brimmed straw hat on her head, and a thick novel her parents had sent her in her lap, occasionally leaning back and watching them play.

The sun was burning down on them; they had used up almost all of the sunscreen, and the heat-protection charm Mrs. Weasley had applied over the garden this morning was wearing off. The heat also brought out Y/N’s freckles, and if she had had red hair, she for sure would have passed as Ginny’s older sister. Y/N brushed a loose strand of hair that must’ve escaped out of her bun behind her ear.

It had grown over the last few weeks, now reaching past her collarbones and shimmering in a rich, warm brown tone. (Okay, maybe, she had used some magical shampoo to help the growing process before she had come to the Burrow for her summer stay, but that was a secret between her and her bathroom.)

“It’s not fair, I want to switch the teams up again,” Ginny complained. She had her arms placed on the stick of her broom, her red cheeks gleaming like round apples in the sun.

“We said we’d not switch teams within the day,” said Harry promptly, driving his hand through his hair. It had grown to a length where he could have pulled off a teeny ponytail on top of his head if he did not refuse so much to do so.

“Easy for you to say, you always get to pick Y/N while I’m left with this nutcase!” She said stubbornly.

She was right, though: It was usually Ron who got to pick his teammate first, and he exclusively chose Ginny, simply because she was the better player out of the girls.

“Blame Ron, not me,” He replied simply, still smiling. Harry definitely did not mind this rule at all, he had made it up after all.

“No, Ginny, look,” Ron said, trying to explain his seemingly brilliant tactic for the hundredth time, “you’re a good Chaser, I’m an excellent Keeper, it makes more sense that way. Technically, we should have a 100% chance to win all the –”

“You’re a rubbish Keeper! And they both got faster brooms –”

“I am not –”

“You are not playing well because you don’t have a prize to win at the end of the day,” interfered Hermione loudly, not looking up from her book. “You’ve got to play for something, like dessert.”

“More dessert sounds great,” Ron said, nodding. “I’m in.”

“You can’t just get more dessert when you win,” argued Y/N, “you always have more dessert than everyone else anyway.”   

“She’s right,” Harry agreed at once.

“Then we’ll do it this way,” Ginny began, “the team that loses has to give up half of their dessert and cannot refill.”

“Why only half?” Ron asked.

“Because if we lose, it’s you who’ll give his dessert to Harry and Y/N, not me.”

Once the rules were set, they began to play the seventh session of Quidditch this afternoon. To no one’s surprise, Ron suddenly put all his effort into the game; Harry only managed to score once while Ginny’s aims were always successful.

After an hour, the evening sun was hovering over the fields now, casting long shadows, and Mrs. Weasley called from the steps of the backyard door that dinner was ready, and they should come inside now to clean themselves up.

“Hey, mum,” said Ron loudly, “what’s for dessert today?”

“Bill has brought ice cream for everyone,” She informed them. “Now come inside, you lot can help setting the table for once!”

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” said Y/N.

Ginny laughed, clutching the Quaffle underneath her left arm while high-fiving Ron with her right hand. Harry brushed his hair out of his forehead which was glinting from a thin layer of sweat.

“Now, I don’t care whose cup I’ll get,” said Ginny gloatingly as she flew back to the ground, “but if you haven’t decided until after dinner, I’ll just take the one that looks more delicious.

“We,” Ron reminded his sister, following her, “whose cup we will get. I didn’t play that well for nothing!”

Y/N turned her head to Harry, who was floating maybe three metres away from her, shielding her face with her hand against the bright sun and saying, “I’m not giving up my ice cream.”

“You didn’t hold any of Ginny’s aims,” he said, crossing his arms, leaning back. “It’s only fair if I get to keep mine.”   

“You scored once because Ron sneezed,” said Y/N. “That’s not screaming impressive Quidditch player to me either.”

“Still more of an accomplishment though.”

“You’re the boy, don’t you feel bad taking away the girl’s ice cream?”

“That’s a bit sexist, isn’t it?” He tilted his head.

“Okay, how about that,” she said. “Since this is all based on playing Quidditch, let’s say the one who caught a Snitch the most recently gets the ice cream.”

“Oh, come on, I was banned!”

“That’s a bit your own fault, isn’t it?” She grinned.

“The ground to this bet was this game and you’ve just got to admit that I was better than you.”

“Never,” She said, grinning. “But I’ve got to admit that whoever gets to the kitchen first can tell Ginny whose ice cream she gets to have, so…”

Y/N nosedived down to the steps leading into the house, tossed her broom to the ground, and darted up into the hallway with a surprising speed; nevertheless, because he was blessed with longer legs and a faster broom, Harry caught up with her in a matter of seconds. Slithering over the floorboards in his white socks, he threw his arms around her waist before she could reach the kitchen and, since Mr. Weasley had waxed the floor this morning, lost his balance and pulled her down with him.

Frightened for a moment, Y/N yelped loudly and closed her eyes, waiting for a painful collision with the floor – thankfully, Harry had somehow managed to land first, wherefore she ended up on his leg instead of the floor.

“Ow!” He sounded like he really was in pain. Y/N quickly scrambled up from the hallway.

“Sorry!” She said and held out her hand to help him up. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” he said, taking her hand. It wasn't as calloused as his, and for a split moment, a warmth travelled through his veins that made him exuberant. “Nothing some ice cream couldn’t fix...”

She immediately let go of him and he slipped back down onto his ass, grinning to himself nonetheless. A sensation flooded her stomach at the look he gave her, but she had to stand her ground.

“You can’t run properly and now I’m the one who has to give up their ice cream? You’re playing a treacherous and malicious game, Potter, and I hate to be the one to break it to you, but you’re losing.”

“I know none of the words you just used.” Ron had appeared in the doorway to the kitchen, hands in his pockets. “Hey, why are you on the floor, mate?”

“I...fell,” Harry said, holding his back, as Y/N squeezed past Ron into the kitchen where Bill was stowing dozens of different-flavoured ice cream cups into the fridge. Ginny was watching him but turned upon Y/N’s entrance.

“So, who’s giving up their ice cream?” She asked, smirking mischievously and clapping her hands together. 

“Harry,” answered Y/N promptly. 

“A true gentleman, or as I’d call it, a stupid boy giving up a very delicious dessert,” She said, “Bill, what did you bring Harry?”

Bill closed the door of the fridge. “Dark chocolate and mint chocolate chip. I feel like I’m missing an important part of the conversation.”

“We played Quidditch earlier,” Ginny explained, “Ron and I beat those blighters and we’re getting one of their ice creams.”

“What you’re forgetting to mention,” said Y/N, halfway up the stairs to change into a different shirt, “are the other six times you lost.”

As she got back downstairs, everyone else was already outside, settling around the wooden table loaded with steaming dinner, cooled butterbeer bottles, and a few glasses full of French red wine (a gift from Fleur’s parents). Mrs. Weasley was hurrying around the table, distributing the last missing forks and knives.

“Ron, where are the napkins I gave you? And – Merlin, Ginny, we haven’t even started yet; at least wait for your father, he should be here any time soon...ah, there he is!”

With a loud BANG, Mr. Weasley appeared at the garden gate, accompanied by another woman: brown hair and blue eyes, holding a paper bag in her hands.

“Mum!” Y/N ran past the table towards the garden gate. “I thought you were working.”

“Eileen Adler took over my shift, and when I visited your father at the Ministry, Arthur invited me to dinner,” she explained, pulling her daughter into a hug. “And before I forget; congratulations on your O.W.L. results. Your dad and I are so proud of you.” She kissed Y/N's forehead and then handed her the paper bag. “I got something for you and your friends for your good grades.”

“Thank you, mum.” She hurried back to the table to unpack the gift with the others.

“Thank you, Mrs. Parker,” the three chorused, leaning over her shoulder to glance into the bag which held some chocolate and new quills for all of them.

“It’s not much, I know,” Mum said, “but most shops have closed over the last weeks. Really, Diagon Alley is a desert compared to three years ago. Except for your sons’ shop, of course,” she said to Mrs. Weasley as she sat down next to Bill, “it’s flourishing –”

“Ah, no spoilers!” said Ron loudly, “we haven’t actually been there yet.”

The mood of dinner swayed from peaceful and happy to heavy and depressing more often than any of them would have liked to; Mr. Weasley and Bill, both working for the Ministry, brought home stories of disappearances, odd accidents, even of deaths now appearing almost daily in the Prophet. Y/N’s mother too knew of these as she often had to treat the ones who survived attacks of dark magic at St. Mungo’s.

An hour later, Ginny, Fleur, and Y/N helped to clean the table and bring the desserts outside. Fleur performed a spell so that the ice cream of the adults flew dainty out of the kitchen while theirs stayed behind. Ginny was having trouble coordinating how to carry the three cups for her and Ron.

“What are you doing?” asked Ginny as Y/N filled half of her ice cream into a small, separate bowl.

“I’m being nice.”

“Shit, you’re so weird. It’s because you’re an only child,” she said, and ate a spoon full of Harry’s ice. “What? Ron inhales desserts, I have to keep up,” she explained herself.

“You amaze me,” said Y/N as she carefully cradled the bowls in her arms and walked out into the garden.

Mrs. Weasley had magically doubled her ice cream so that Y/N's mother could enjoy one as well. Right, that would have been much easier and effective than what I had done, she thought. Anyway.

“Here, surprise.” Y/N hovered the bowl of ice cream in front of Harry’s face before placing it onto the table and sitting down next to him again. He groaned and held his stomach.

“I wouldn’t have eaten so much if I had known…”

“I’m devastated you didn’t consider me your most noble, devoted friend who would go to such length of kindness as to share their beloved ice cream.” One hand on her heart, Y/N pretended to look shocked. A grin tucked at the corners of his lips.

“I have to reconsider then,” he said and took the bowl.

“Merlin, you sound like you swallowed one of Hermione’s books lately,” said Ron, rolling his eyes and spooning the whipped strawberry cream from his ice onto Ginny’s.

“Just because you can’t spell words like ‘devastated’ –” Hermione shot back.

“I did actually read your copy of Pride and Prejudice,” said Y/N, trying to prevent another one of their bickerings.

Hermione beamed at her, nudging her arm with excitement seeing as most times, she had no one she could actually talk about these novels with. “Really? Did you like it?”

Harry watched them talking. Just last week, he’d dreamed of the incident at the changing rooms last school year instead of anything related to the Ministry, and whatever he’d felt back then, it had been multiplied by ten and ran over him like a tsunami every other hour, and it was only getting worse when he saw Y/N sitting on a broom in shorts and tops all the time.

He took every opportunity to look at her when it wouldn’t be suspicious to Ron while simultaneously hoping that the longing feeling in his chest would release him because he knew whatever he was hoping and dreaming for, it could only ever be this: A dream.

It was ridiculous to think that now that he had opened up about the prophecy and there was a great chance of him dying, Y/N would ever come close to reciprocating his feelings…

#Harry Potter #Harry James Potter #harry potter x reader #harry james potter x reader #My writing #fluff #oneshot #posting this from my work laptop

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Jenna/JJ Walker HCS!

since I've also seen the other jaylings get their HC posts, now it's JJ and soon ethan's time to shine!!

(most of these are connected to or need the lore post to understand; so check it out if you haven't!)

Jenna, at first, seems like a sweet and shy kid (if you didn't intimidate her), but she's a literal demon once she gets a bit used to whoever she's talking to

^ to continue with the above, she has trust issues, so if you already leave a bad first impression on her or if she just seems wary then she'll have a hard time even standing next to you

and for that reason it was hard to bond with Jay before he got his memories back, he's a person she knows but doesn't at the same time, and it heavily hurt her because she just wants him to love her like his daughter again

she still was able to keep a good relationship with Nya, but it was a bit hard to talk sometimes because of how much Jenna's changed and that they haven't seen eachother in years

she had such a big bond with Cole, so it would be an understatement saying she missed him severely

she was also very close to Kai! Lloyd, compared to now, wasn't very close to Jenna pre-merge but would love to sneak her some candy when Jay didn't let her

Zane was also pretty close, he'd only wear obnoxiously oversized hoodies just to carry Jenna in them

Wu loved spending time with Jenna, and would give her some scrolls to read to improve her Ninjargon! Jenna hosted tea parties with him, too, and would give him a pink birthday hat instead because his current hat was 'too boring' in her perspective

her handwriting was also pretty decent, too

she is touch starved but sometimes needs her space or she'll get snappish, hugs are what usually calm her down

her favourite animals are, well, dragons! she had basically been around dragons her entire life, so she was never afraid of them, other than dragons though she really loves cats!

her blue phonecase even has a cat on it, it's a small white kitty in the middle and she decorated the rest of the phonecase with small stickers (that are mostly Jay's old ones she borrowed, like his pins)

suprisingly tho, her favourite colour is neither red nor blue, it's actually lavender! her second favourite being any shade of gold, she digs those kind of colours :D she only wears clothing that mostly consist of red and blue to match with her family, she doesn't hate those colours though because they're also on her favourite chart

when she was almost 14, she hit her growth spurt and became the second tallest sibling (Noah being the tallest), she couldn't stop laughing at the look on Kaida's face when she realized she's becoming the shortest 😔 (even Tessa is taller than her, and Ethan was already starting to be tall for his age)

she's, unsuprisingly, unbelievably stubborn, and tries to convince herself to not give up too quickly

she has whole boxes of markers, coloured pencils, and paint! her obsession for art is too great, she even asked Lloyd if she could help paint the new bounty

when she'd go out, there would be some paparrazi she obviously did not like them that much, but had grown used to ignoring them

she had so many of those children colouring books and had alot of drawings pre-seabound, and most of them were complete, but they all burned down along with the monastery in crystallized :')

she was a bit anxious about going to school, but was still excited and had enjoyed it! alot of kids had wanted to be friends with her and she didn't mind the attention

she's a theatre kid! would act in alot of plays when she was still at school and she goes absolutely all out when she does, now she isn't so open about that fact but would sometimes sing and dance in secret (she got caught by Kaida one time, and she never felt so embarrased)

her room's walls are painted by her, she painted simple things like landscapes with some dragons thrown in there

she's that sibling who's always got your back, she'd get into fights if it meant that she'd protect you that way

but she is not much of a good listener, wanting to hurry up with things, but if you needed to rant to somebody so badly she'd try

for her whole life, she was very protective of Ethan, their dynamic was good but got a bit wonky during the timeskip because of how dull everything seemed, and because of how Jenna would be in her room most of the time

she loves to cuddle him alot tho and is still able to carry him sometimes, she never realizes that he's heavier than he looks lmao

sometimes, Lloyd would come and find them asleep on top of eachother on the living room couch, the movie they were watching still playing on the TV

and she despises how Ethan never knocks on her door, fsm knows how many times he's jumpscared her when he slams the door open 💀

she loves to pull pranks on people (that people is Kaida) with Quinn and Finn, those three are unstoppable 😎

speaking of that, Jenna warmed up to them eachother quicker than she expected, it just took a while because she was still not sure of them, but she liked their energy and they didn't seem like a threat to her

she was just envious of the two because they spent their entire lives with Nya and Jay, which was what slowed down the process

being very protective of Ethan, she hated the fact she had to share him, so she was very wary of everyone (especially Noah, who she noticed loved to spend time with him) and didn't want him so close to anyone

but when she saw the way Noah treated him gently and had genuienly loved him, and how much fun Ethan had when he spent time with him, she grew to love Noah aswell

Jenna loved to climb on his shoulders before her growth spurt, with him being ungodly tall she felt like she was standing on the borg tower

with all of these fights, she never thought she'd get along with Kaida one day, theur fights would even sometimes get a bit too heated, but once they starting warming uo eachother, and talked in conversations that weren't fights, they both quickly became protective of one another

she doesn't know how to use a gun, she never used a gun before, so Kaida had obviously taught her (Tessa and Noah taught her too when they could)

BUT she does know how to use a sword! she would sometimes train with Lloyd during the merge timeskip, so she has some pretty decent fighting skills and is good with a sword for her age

she has a love-hate relationship with sparring, tho

she hates blood, she really hates blood, but having seen it so many times in her lifetime (*cough* including hers *cough*) she got only a bit used to it

she was scared about coming out as aroace, but nobody in her family is straight (obviously) and neither are the walker kids (obviously #2) and was suprised when they were all so chill

Jenna: Guys, I'm aroace.

The rest of the walker siblings: Cool.

Jenna: ...what-

Ethan: What's an aroace?

during her stay with them, Ed and Edna would teach her how to engineer and how to use unimportant spare parts to make something new, and she was suprisingly a quick learner and it had distracted her a little from what had happened

she is not a great cook in the slightest, she'll break the pan she's using the moment she touches it :'D

she is an avid reader of comics (just like her dad) and finds them to be more interesting and funnier than books, she borrowed jay's starferer comics during the timeskip after the merge and read them all, and god she did not shut up for weeks about it (which made lloyd very proud lmao)

she loves to swim!! her love for it had plummeted a bit after seabound however

but before the merge, she had been taught how to swim by nya quite alot and always loved to go to the beach just to jump in the water (she's that kid to do those massive cannon balls lmao)

and she loves to run too! she'd never back down from a race and is extremely quick, unless you're Tessa or Quinn it's hard to catch up to her sometimes

(I hit that block limit 😭)

EDIT: she, obviously, knows some swear words

she has frequent nightmares from her ptsd (cough crystallized cough near death experience cough fuck I'm spoiling again-) and gets extremely anxious, the pain seems like its still there, and she cannot stay alone by herself for too long or she'll spiral

EDIT: she also has slight pyrophobia from crystallized (try to guess why)

^ during the merge timeskip, when they started happening more frequently, she'd instantly go to Lloyd, but now she almost always goes straight to Tessa during those times. when she's at her lowest point especially, Tessa's the only sister who listens to her and lets her cry it all out which is why she's one of her closest siblings

in fact, Tessa's the first sibling she grew close to!

Nya does know about these problems too, and when Tessa for any reason isn't able to help Jenna heads straight to her

sometimes, when her anxiety gets the best of her too, she talks walks across the monastery courtyard and climbs up and down the stairs a few times, it always calms her down

Tessa mostly uses her a benchpress along with their sisters, so no one is suprised when they see Tessa benchpressing Jenna who's currently on her phone

she's usually comfortable around Finn and Quinn, and begged Quinn to teach her how to fly once she got her powers too

when she and Kaida got along, those hellspawns LOVED to gossip, and would constantly laugh about an inside joke between them while everyone is so confused (me and that one friend meme be like)

like how the brothers have movie nights, the sisters all have movie nights too!!

before Kaida warmed up to them, she'd constantly fight with Jenna during the film and Tessa would try her darndest to shut them up, while Quinn is just focused on the TV while eating popcorn 😎

and if it isn't obvious enough already, other than Ethan of course her favourite sibling is Tessa, but Kaida quickly followed suit

when she'd be bored, she'd grab Finn and Quinn to paint the walls of their room together

whenever she hears Noah talking about Sasha, she goes "nope" and leaves the room instantly

Jenna borrowed Lloyd's old headphones, which she also decorated with her stickers, she only lets Tessa use it

it's easy to tell that something belongs to Jenna, she always has her nickname 'JJ' on her stuff everywhere

EDIT: Jenna also gets an aviator jacket from Tessa! all the sisters have it :DD

in the future, she eventually gets more chill and Ethan will become the energetic one

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ohh my god that was LONGGG..

bb boy ethan's next!! I'm going to sinai tomorrow though and staying until saturday, so yeah expect him to be a little later on!

#not long tho (I hope) ofc I have internet there #dad brings his small router with him #but I'll be out in the garden and the sea like most of the time lmao #ninjago #ninjago au #ninjago oc #early family au #oc: jenna walker #oc: ethan walker #tessa walker #noah walker #ninjago dragons rising #kaida walker #oc: quinn smith-walker #oc: finn smith-walker #dad jay au #combined au #ninjago jay #ninjago nya #levi's art #my art #levi's headcannons #levi's beloved mutual(s) <3 #ren tag #taddy tag #finn tag #noah and tessa belong to finn #quinn and finn belong to ren #and kaida belongs to taddy! #also that art is a wip

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Fic: Lavender for Loneliness

To: @aciesvirtus

From: @lightphieric

AO3

Happy holidays! As an avid tea drinker and a huge fan of Kyle’s, I loved your prompt about Kyle having a tea party. Enjoy these three scenes from various moments in the best boy’s life! Since you also had a prompt about Carlos and Maria, they have a cameo in the final scene, too. (I have this headcanon about Kyle going to Earth with the other participants after the true ending to live in a settlement led by Carlos, so that’s where that scene takes place if you were lost.)

Age 10 – Rhizome 9

When a child in a cartoon held a mock tea party, it was to indicate that they were very imaginative or very lonely. Kyle was both of those things, granted. But he never picked up on that nuance. To him, a tea party, just like every foreign image he saw on his tablet, was something that normal children did. And he wanted so badly to be normal.

His guests were Lagomorph, a rabbit with stuffing coming out of his long, floppy ears; Panthera, a lion with mismatched buttons for eyes; and Tina, a bear wearing a nurse’s hat, whose matted fur may have been white many, many years ago. They had all been Kyle’s companions for as long as he could remember. He was pleased now to realize just how many friends he had, enough to fill a four-sided table, if he’d had one. As it was now, Tina and Lagomorph had to sit side by side on the long end of Kyle’s pullout bed.

He arranged his tea set carefully: in the center of the bed, his globe sitting on top of his tablet, and four building blocks set in front of himself and his guests. The globe spun in place as he tilted it towards Panthera’s building block. “Earl Grey for the cat?” None of Kyle’s toys even remotely resembled a teapot. He wondered why Father would neglect to give him a plaything that seemed so essential; the fact that it was only little girls hosting tea parties in the cartoons did not register with him.

“Here’s your oolog,” said Kyle to Lagomorph, his mispronunciations warped into incomprehensibility by his voice modulator. “And for me, some cabameel.” He took his block in his hand and pressed it against his faceplate. It hadn’t occurred to him that he should remove his mask for this. He didn’t really know what tea was, that it was something to be drunk. This was just the way normal children moved when they hosted a tea party. They lifted their pinkies. They wrapped their bedsheets around their shoulders just so. They exchanged words like “Marvelous!” and “Indeed!” with their guests. Kyle didn’t know why any of it was done, but he played along anyway. An imitation of an imitation.

As Kyle scolded Tina for spilling, a self-consciousness washed over him. There were eyes on him always, the cameras hidden in his home’s every nook. Kyle was accustomed to and unbothered by the fact that Father or his artificial intelligences could be watching him at any moment. It was only when he saw his armor reflected in Panthera’s button eyes that he realized how foolish he looked, playing at being an average child.

Clumsily and hastily, Kyle swept his table settings away without so much as a gracious goodbye to his guests. He felt his tears condensate on the interior of his mask, but no one else saw him cry. No one ever did.

—

Age 18 – Rhizome 9

Kyle’s first gulp was far too big. He gagged and the tea poured indelicately over his chin; it burned, and the bitter taste lingered on his tongue.

“Oh dear,” said Akane, pressing her fingertips against her chin like she did when she was trying to stifle a laugh. With her other hand, she handed him her cloth napkin.

“I don’t like that,” said Kyle as he dabbed his chin. Some of the tea had gone down the front of his suit, soaking his chest. He could sit with the discomfort until it was time to bathe; he was used to it. “You said there were flowers in it.” Perhaps he had been a fool for assuming roses would taste as sweet as they smelled.

“Black tea can be an acquired taste, I admit – Kyle, the table, as well,” Akane said, tapping the metal surface just at the edge of his spill. Sheepishly, Kyle wiped the table clean, something he’d gotten used to Luna taking care of for him. “I’ve grown to like it this way, but I used to prefer it with milk. That would cut the bitterness. My colleague Maria even liked to mix her tea with honey, before our supply of it ran out.”

“Honey? What bees make?”

“We used it as a sweetener before,” said Akane. She smiled. “If only you could have tasted it, Kyle. It could make just about anything delicious.”

Akane talked a lot about “before.” Kyle had come to realize that everything he’d once assumed was “normal” was really just the world of “before,” a world that was now gone. But Akane always spoke of it with a wistful hopefulness, as if she thought it would come back some day. It made Kyle hope, too, as he was still unaware of what her plans were to bring “before” back. One day, he would live a normal life. Have a normal family. Be a normal person.

First, though, Akane would have to teach him how to act like he belonged.

“Why don’t you try the tea again? You might like it better now that it’s cooled.” She pulled Kyle’s attention back to the beverage he’d blissfully forgotten about over several minutes of her correcting his posture and instructing him to maintain eye contact as they spoke. It was all unintuitive for a man who had lived his entire life encased in metal, but he had been the one to ask her for lessons in etiquette. And apparently, normal people practiced etiquette over tea.

Kyle looked down at the murky black liquid sitting before him in Father’s favorite mug. It was no longer spewing tendrils of steam, and it smelled just as sweet as ever (although Kyle now knew how misleading a scent could be). He lifted the cup in his gauntlet – Akane held hers by lacing her slender fingers through the handle, but Kyle’s hands were too large even when bare – and he drank.

“Small sips, Kyle,” Akane scolded. “It’s rude to gulp.”

Kyle swallowed. “I apologize,” he said with a cough, reaching out to grab the napkin again. “I like it better now,” he admitted as he wiped the tea from his lips. He could at least taste the delicate sweetness of the rose petals now that it was cool.

“I’m glad I could share it with you, then,” cooed Akane. “I wasn’t able to bring many of Maria’s leaves from Earth, but I would happily let you have the lion’s share if that’s what you would like.”

Kyle cringed, remembering Panthera’s judgmental stare. “Oh… no, that’s all right.” He didn’t think he disliked tea. But it was underwhelming. His tastebuds were attuned to artificial and heavily preserved dehydrated foods calibrated precisely to his necessary nutritional intake; the idea of consuming something just because it tasted nice remained foreign. And besides, even if he had loved it, the idea of growing so attached to such a finite resource seemed… foolish. He felt himself shrink into his suit in shame. How had he been so stupid as to let himself indulge?

Akane extended her hand to comfort him. Kyle watched as it landed on his upper arm, but he couldn’t feel her touch through the metal. She promptly realized her mistake and touched his cheek instead, brushing away a stray droplet of tea with her thumb. “I wasn’t too hard on you, was I?”

“Not at all.” Having a mother, someone to teach him things and be stern, was one of the parts of normal life Kyle had always wanted. But now that he had that, he was faced with a new problem. He knew how to behave himself at a tea table. But when would he ever have a use for that knowledge?

—

Age 24 - Earth

Maria stuck her pinky out as she sipped her tea. Akane had claimed that was improper, but Maria held her teacup with two fingers and a thumb and laughed as she extended her pinky, as if it were the most joyous feeling in the world.

Kyle imitated her as he lifted his own cup. It was so much easier to extend a single finger without his suit restricting his flexibility. His cup wobbled in his grip and some tea dribbled onto his shirt, but he held in his embarrassment and met Maria’s gaze with a smile. The corners of her eyes wrinkled as she laughed.

“God, Kyle, you’re such a dork.” Phi couldn’t restrain her own smile despite her teasing.

Alice rolled her eyes. “Oh, go easy on him, Phi.” She was also grinning. “That’s a hell of a throwback. I used to lift my pinky when I was a kid throwing tea parties for my stuffed animals.” She nudged Kyle with her elbow and mirrored him herself.

Carlos called over from his spot by the counter. He didn’t drink tea like his sister did, but Kyle had still wanted him there – he was the one who had given them all this home on Earth, after all – so he kept the fire stoked so the kettle didn’t go cold. “I wish I still had my camera,” he said warmly.

“What would you take a picture of?” Kyle asked, tilting his head.

“You party animals, of course!”

Maria sighed and leaned towards Kyle conspiratorially, her free hand clutching the head of her cane to keep her balance. “He would always take pictures of birthday parties and give them as gifts after the fact. You know. Before.”

She brushed the word off her shoulder. She and everyone else sitting around the table knew that “before” was gone for good, despite what Akane and Sigma had accomplished. This birthday party would only ever be a facsimile of “normal,” for the two women who had been ripped from the time they called home, for the two siblings who had watched the world they loved be destroyed, for him, the birthday boy whose “birth” had only ever amounted to being extracted from a growth chamber.

But Kyle was okay with that. Because for all the normalcy that would forever be out of his grasp, he had the thing he’d always wanted the most: companionship. He had more friends now than he’d been able to even visualize with his stuffed animals. He had too many friends to fit at one table – there might have been room here for Clover and Dio, too, but Clover had just received a memory of Kyle’s unsportsmanlike behavior in another timeline and needed space, and Dio had shared his birthday wishes privately that morning. Just the love of Maria, Carlos, Phi, and Alice was overwhelming, in a wonderful way.

Not to mention that Maria’s herbal blend of mint leaves and chamomile was delicious.

#submission #vlr #ZTD #kyle #maria #carlos #aciesvirtus #lightphieric #zecret santa 2023

[autisticlenaluthor]

Lavender

They meet at a coffee shop called The Nook somewhere on the Lower East Side. It sits right on the halfway point between their two homes— only twenty minutes away from each start. 

When Kara arrives, with her iPod in her pocket, and Love Story echoing in her ears, Lena is already there waiting. She stands outside the building, leaning against the brick wall with a book open in her hand.

Of Mice and Men, the cover says. Kara recognizes it from Alex’s required reading list. 

She takes a minute to breathe; unable to help but watch as she takes out her earbuds.

Lena’s hair falls like a curtain in front of her face on one side and the pale yellow dress she’s wearing matches the leaves scattered across the sidewalk. Something about it all makes Kara realize this is her first time seeing Lena outside of clothing branded by her school. Her first time seeing how Lena would present herself when given the choice.

She smiles as she approaches, giving an awkward, shy, wave. 

“Hi.” 

Lena smiles back at her. “Hi.” 

She dog ears the page in her book then slips it into her tote bag. It’s a lavender and white checkered thing– looks similar to the scarves and hats Eliza knits. Kara can’t help but wonder if Lena made it herself. 

“Why did you want to see me?” Lena asks. 

It makes Kara's heart skip a beat because wow, what a way to jump right into things.

“I um…” She shuffles between her heels, smiling the way she always does when uncomfortable.

The real answer is that she’s confused. Confused because when they met, she was drawn to Lena in a way she’s never been drawn to anyone else. Because she wanted so badly for Lena to like her until she found out who she really was. And because she’s trying so hard to separate her from Lex the way Eliza told her to do– but it feels impossible to see her as anything but a piece of him. 

It’s impossible until she sees Lena dumbstruck at a coffee shop, scrambling over her books, or abandoned at a museum. In those moments, she feels so painfully human. So painfully real.

And then Kara’s right back where she started with the intrigue and fascination. 

So she wants to see her because she needs to know where she stands. She needs to know if she’s going to be keeping a friend close or an enemy closer. Because if Lena really is like her brother– there’s no better way to prepare for her downfall than to watch it first hand. 

But she can’t say that. 

“I don’t know," is what she lands on instead.

Lena hesitates then gives a nod. 

“Okay," she says. "Let's go inside."

#supercorptober 2023 #lena luthor #kara danvers #high school au

[seven-thewanderer]

Okay I'm up, feelin good, so now it's time for a second sectuin of art-dumping:

Forkface.

It is just mainly Forky, but hear me out:

While I was gone, I began thinking: What if I made a VR Model of Forky (my design)? (I have no 3dmodel-making experience mind you XD)

So I began scheming!!

Firstly, I made these reference sheets for Forky!!

(Also Forky's colors for each different form) (I'll add IDs for each)

I imagined for this model for Forky that they'd also have a few accessories/abilities:

Firstly, their face plate does open, and they do have an option for a nightcap ...I still haven't gotten a design idea for those, however... (also I did imagine for the hat a bit though, if they wear it with the rays, 7 of the rays - 3 big, 4 small - would go down for the hat to fit mostly, instead of stabbing through the hat. It'd also have a poofy end, not a bell)

Secondly, Forky would have an option to pull out a clown horn!! Yes I did get this idea from them playing Lethal Company

(I know I shared the image here already, but I'll share it again just to show what I mean again:)

I also decided they'd have:

A sign (and markers)!! This was also based on them playing Lethal Company

But ye they can write down on a sign what they want to say!!

(since I originally drew it based on a Lethal Company Moment, here's those drawings:)

(I did also make a third sign one for them, but more as a joke, rather than a reference: Smug)

(yes this one is a blank one that can be filled in, I did like... 10 examples, I just kinda don't feel like posting them all) (some examples though were one that just said "*Breathing Noises*", one that said "Balls.", and another that was just a drawing of among us)

If this did exist in VrChat (which I don't even know if a model w/ a whiteboard would work in actuality), they'd probably be able to change the color of the marker they use. The whiteboard could also be dropped & picked up by others

Finally (I think finally?), I may or may not have imagined them to have another form based on this video (which I kept watching too much cus I found it both cool and hilarious):

They have a nightmare/dream form

(honestly I forgot the stars on the pants cus I didn't feel like coloring it so I did quickly color & forgot the pant stars)

But yeah this form of Forkface only would appear in people's dreams/nightmares (lore-wise), but as a model would just be another form they can swap to. (they can also still change color palettes in this form, but I didn't color that in) (I also may or may not have imagined for the dream form I made that Forky can actually breath a faint lavender-colored gas to cause someone to dream or to have a nightmare... like Catnap...)

I believe that's it, I don't know, but that was basically all I imagined for if my Forky design had a Vrchat Model

#my art #please don't steal my art thank u!!! #SAMS Forkface #Forky #Sun and Moon Show #SAMS #it's funny also tho I imagined all this if my design had a VR model #and I don't even have Vrchat #let alone a VR headset XD #I just imagined this all for funsies tho #(I did also try to make a 3d model of Forky... but that just proved even more I have no idea how to work 3d models lol) #but yeyeye that's everything #(also I misspelled 'Section' at the start but I found it too funny to fix)

[theprincelyking]

Improving some old HGS redesigns I did a few years ago

Since I'm back at that stage for some reasons I can say for certain I've definitely done a lot of redesigns of these characters, of course, not all of them were good, so I'm taking four of them that I never posted and pointing out where I messed up and trying to figure out what to do next . Rosemary - I feel like I made her hair too complex, It got so complex I made a chart with all the items in it. I need to trim the list down. I'm not completely sure I like the bangs I gave her. Prolly keeping the scars but I don't like the line weight I gave them. Also I NEED to bulk up her arms to show off her strength

(There's 20 items here total, god almighty I'm gonna have a stroke, gonna have to trim the fat the moment I draw her again)

Sage - it's just I've updated the lore on witches so I need to add blue into her eyes. I'll make the braids chunkier so I don't have to draw tiny "Split Hearts". The rose and lavender need to be brighter since the lavender can barely be seen in her hat, might change some colors too. maybe desaturate the hat a bit too.

Parsley - Parsley definitely needs more of an overhaul. No orange on the boots. Give the belt done loops to slide through, gonna have to change up the belt color too. Also gonna add hair to her ears for sure. Might give her back her black brows because I forgot those. May re-redesign eyes too. Also. Not sure if the suspenders were a good idea. I wanted to connect it back to her causal outfit, but it looks like of awkward here. Maybe it just needs to be a different color? (And ACTUALLY attached to the belt?)

Thyme -Honestly the biggest flaw with Thyme is the shoes and that green. Also I'm not gonna use that logo for the shirt so it's outdated. I think I'll replace the green with gold Greek style sandles. These shoes aren't bad, they just don't fit. Maybe her old shoes can get recycled into something she wears from the fairy woods with her Giant Elf family and such. Also getting rid of the extra bandage on the leg.

That's all for today folks!

Not my best redesigns, but some elements I would definitely keep. Reminder that not every piece of art or first draft design is gonna be a banger and that's fine!

#art #fanart #high guardian spice #hgs #rosemary #sage #parsely #thyme #hgs rosemary #hgs sage #hgs parsely #hgs thyme #hgs redesign #self improvement #art improvement #personal improvement

[purpleprincessonfyre]

I've missed talking about my partner in Crime Solving on here so I'm gonna share the story of the one time @finlayholmes and I went on vacation and it turned out very badly. It is a long one but here's Part One for now. Enjoy!

Felton & Holmes: Murder in Paradise

"I can't believe you agreed to this!"

"I can't believe I said 'yes'."

Muttered Finlay Holmes, already regretting everything. After being very gently told they should take a break by Francis the butler, Liane had taken it upon herself to plan a vacation for her and Fin. No cases, no trouble, no worries. Except for the fact he was taking Liane with him, there was really nothing to worry about. Which only narrowed it down minutely. As they stepped off the plane in LAX, Liane squealed, lowering her sunglasses, almost knocking Fin over with her large sunhat.

"Could you perhaps not be a walking road obstacle to your fellow passengers?"

"Hey you were the one who wanted to fly commercial instead of calling My-"

"Let me remind you that we do not need Mycroft to get around. We got here perfectly fine on our own."

"Alright. Now cmon, we gotta grab a cab so we can get to our hotel!"

"Why didn't we bring Francis?"

"Because he needs a vacation too. Now relax! I can tell you're kinda nervous and whatever but I've been to LA tons of times, there is nothing to fear. A little sun won't kill you!"

Fin glared at her for that. He had spent the whole flight lecturing her about skin cancer and the dangers of UVA and UVB. He lowered his own sunglasses to emphasise his point. Liane rolled her eyes.

"Stop that. Okay so it could kill you but like if you're protected and yknow you don't just wallow in it then it can do you good! Vitamin D, freckles, and it helps keep acne at bay."

"Which magazine told you that?"

"...Cosmopolitan."

"Exactly."

"Finny! We just got here, just trust me for once." She said, holding out her hand to him, inviting him to join her. Reluctantly, he took her hand in his and a grin spread across her face and she pulled him through the airport excitedly, heading for the luggage carousel and picked up their bags. Liane's luggage came off the conveyor, all in white and gold with embossed lettering on the side. Meanwhile Fin pulled a dark duffel bag off the conveyor and tightened the straps of his rucksack as they headed for the taxi rank.

"Why did you bring so much stuff?"

"My luggage, my choice. There better be smart clothes in there if we go for dinner."

"There's A smart outfit in there."

"Good enough for me. TAXI!" Liane yelled, waving down a large cab as Fin clenched his ears.

----

Liane flopped down on her bed, sighing happily. She'd finally dragged Fin to the sunshine state. It felt good to win. She waited patiently for him to emerge from the washroom as she'd instructed him to change out of his usual attire in favour of actually feeling the sun on his skin.

Liane had arrived dressed for the weather, wearing a soft cotton playsuit in lavender purple paired with gold strappy sandals, a white lace cover up over the top paired with her enormous sunhat and her signature pink heart-shaped sunglasses, her large beach bag slung over her shoulder stuffed with sunscreen, drinks, money, snacks, makeup and her selfie stick.

"Cmon, show me! I wanna go to the beach!"

"Promise you won't laugh?"

"Fin!"

"Alright." Fin stepped out of the washroom dressed in black denim cut offs turned into long shorts, a faded ACDC tshirt, sneakers and had a grey bucket hat on his head. Liane squealed and hugged him tight, making him instantly regret everything and everyone. This was a common occurance for Fin, most often felt whilst with Liane, his trusty detective partner.

"You look great!"

"I don't love the hat."

"The hat stops your black-like-your-soul hair from burning. You. Are welcome."

"So, beach?"

"Beach! Venice beach to be precise."

"Can I bring a book?"

"Sure. But you are going in the sea at least once."

"Deal."

Fin grabbed a book from his book and also noticed Liane slipping a fantasy novel into her bag as well which made him smile. They left the hotel and headed towards the beach and set down towels on the sand to mark their territory. The sand was soft and golden meanwhile the skies were a bright blue, the skyline almost matching the sea as they approached the bay. Liane smiled, gazing around happily. Fin squinted in the sun and quickly set himself down on the sand by the rocks, leaning on the stone as he pulled out his book.

Liane didn't hesitate she tugged off her outerwear, revealing a white bathing suit and ran into the sea to let the waves lap over her before taking a swim. Fin watched her for a while before starting to read his book, glad to see her enjoying herself before settling on the sand to read. He had to admit it was rather pretty here, a little noisy but he could easily tune that out.

After having swam in the sea for a while Liane came running back, her blonde hair in wet curls on her shoulders as she approached Fin.

"Finny! It's so good in there, it's warm but it's also refreshing? Just one dip, I promise I won't splash you."

"Promise?"

"Promise. Cmon just get your feet wet! You won't melt."

Once again she was holding out her hand invitingly. There was something about that gesture that Fin just couldn't refuse. He sighed, putting down his book and followed her out to the sea, dipping his toes into the water. It was nice like she said but he wasn't going to admit that. She was smiling and that's all that mattered. As he waded in deeper he realised he was actually enjoying himself.

"I told you!"

"What?"

"Don't give me that, you like it! I knew it!"

"Alright fine. Yes I do."

"Yeeeee! This is amazing! I've finally got you to have fun my way!"

"Don't push it Felton, any splashing and I am out of here."

"I heard you the first time."

After they'd spent time in the water and Liane had resisted splashing Fin, they made their way back onto the sand laughing and having fun. Fin rarely let his guard down but now it was just him and Liane having fun together with no Sherlock, Watson or Mycroft he didn't feel that pressure to be serious and unfeeling.

As the sun started to lower in the sky and the tide was coming in, they packed up their things and headed back along the road towards the hotel, getting ice cream on the way. Fin offered to pay and bought them both soft serve in a cone to enjoy on the way back to the hotel, the sound of sirens coming from the distance.

But as they got closer the sounds of sirens got louder and they saw the police cruisers parked outside the hotel. Fin dropped Liane's hand and started towards the hotel a bit faster, his crime sense tingling. Or at that's what Liane called it. Liane called after him, chasing him in her strappy sandals as they approached the front entrance and saw what all the fuss was about.

Fin saw a body splayed out in the lobby, a pool of blood around their head as they lay there limply. Liane finally caught up and Fin held out his arm to keep her back as she approached the crime scene. He was deep in thought. Liane gasped, covering her mouth as fellow guests gathered, muttering and gasping in shock as they saw the body.

A woman cried out, running down the stairs to the body but was held back by police. Liane lowered her sunglasses, seeing the look in Fin's eyes. She could already see the gears turning in his mind as he examined the body. She had not planned for this scenario. But if you aren't the killer then you never really plan for a murder, do you?

"Looks like you got your wish after all, Holmes."

Thanks for reading!

Note: Finlay Holmes is an original character based on the BBC Sherlock series, the character belongs to @gcthvile. Liane Felton is also an original character that belongs to this blog and the creator @missstrawbs2001 who runs this blog. Do not steal these works or use their likenesses without permission.

Tagging: @jackiequick @gcthvile @cherrysft @blueboirick @meiramel @askstevella @ask-missparker @ask-starrk @therealdaydreamstark @thechoooooosenone @wizzzardofoz @finlayholmes @missstrawbs2001

#felton and holmes #liane felton #liane's blog #askliane #marvel roleplay #marvel ask blog #mcu fandom #ask my ocs #liane and fin #murder mystery #partners in crime solving #sunshine x grumpy #platonic soulmates #platonic relationships #amanda seyfried

[tamakishoochie]

Hay Fever

18+

MDNI

CW: animal hybrids, breeding kink, creampie, knots

Word count: 1421

“Bakugo, it’s too damn hot for this! Drop it, now!” Aoyama yelled from behind the wooden fence that separated her and the cocky bull on the other side.

Snorting arrogantly, Bakugo trots in circles with Aoyama’s sun hat between his teeth.

“If you want it back that bad, come and get it, babe!~” He smirked at her, waving her hat around tauntingly.

Aoyama rolled her eyes

He never did this to anyone else but her and she couldn’t understand why. Was this his idea of play time? Or maybe he’s just being an ass.

She sees Bull!Kaminari walking by and she frantically tries to get his attention.

“Kami, hey! Can you get my hat back from Bakugo, please? Challenge him or something for it.”

Kaminari looks at Aoyama before slowly turning his head toward Bakugo who was already in his charging stance, pawing his hoof against the dirt and angling his horns at him. Bakugo was much bigger than Kaminari and a whole lot stronger, too.

In short, he knew better

Gulping, Kaminari ignores the situation completely.

“That’s what I fuckin’ thought.” Bakugo growled, standing up straight with his chest puffed out. His ears twitch from Aoyama’s grumbling, making him turn his attention back to her.

She had hopped the fence and Bakugo noticed a look of playful determination in her lavender eyes.

“You wanna fuck around? Fine.” She removes her hoop earrings and shoves them inside her jean bikini top. As she prepared herself for the chase, Bakugo took in exactly what she was wearing.

He already eyed the top appreciating the way her tits were sitting all pretty-like so he moved his gaze further down to the low cut shorts she wore that she purposely left unzipped to showcase the purple, diamond-encrusted thong she sported as well.

Bakugo couldn’t deny how attractive his handler was and the tingling between his strong, meaty legs proved how much he wanted to breed her.

“Hurry up, heifer!” He exasperated, becoming impatient.

Bakugo was too busy plucking blades of grass to notice Aoyama running towards him, her arm stretched out and ready to snatch her hat back from him. She was fast, but not fast enough.

Bakugo easily manuevered his way to one side, making Aoyama miss him completely.

“The fuck was that?” He snorted, snickering at her stuttered movements as she tried to keep herself from falling over.

The next few hours were spent with Aoyama continuously trying and failing to retrieve her sun hat and Bakugo juking her from left to right, faking her out and making her slip and fall repeatedly.

“You know what? Keep the stupid hat. I don’t wanna play anymore.” Defeated, Aoyamastands up once more and dusts herself off. Something told her not to wear her favorite outfit today and now she regretted it.

“Aw come on, don’t tell me you’re quittin’?” Bakugo spoke as he placed her hat on his head.

“Yes, I’m quitting. You’re a big bully.” She pouts with her hands on her hips before hopping the fence again.

“And that’s the fourth hat you ruined, asshole!”

Obviously, this isn’t anything new, but Bakugo could see how frustrated she was with him today. She knew he was just playing, right?

He leaned against the fence as he watched her storm off into the barn. Yeah, she was mad and all, but Bakugo couldn’t take his eyes off of her rear end.

“Look who’s in trouble for the umpteenth time! You finally pissed her off, huh?” Bull!Kirishima snorted as he followed close behind Farmer!Midoriya with not one, but two of his heifers sitting on each shoulder. From the looks of it, he was about to breed them both.

“Fuck off!” Bakugo bellowed, swishing his tail from side to side in annoyance. Dammnit, why is he starting to feel bad?! She knew better than to wear a hat around him.

“Ah, shit..”

‘This farm shit isn’t even my thing. I should’ve never left the city..’ Aoyama thought to herself as she hosed her legs down, washing away all the muck and dirt. She leans against a haystack to hose her boots off too, completely oblivous to the bull sneaking up behind her.

Her hat was plopped back on her head, making Aoyama whip her head around only to get a face full of Bakugo’s toned chest. Looking up at him, she sees how big and round his eyes were, a bull’s version of puppy eyes, with an apple slice between his lips as a peace offering.

“Oh, don’t try gettin’ cute now! You’ve been bad all day.” Turning her back to him again, Aoyama continued to clean her boots off. Bakugo huffs air against the back of her neck before nuzzling it with his nose, moving the apple slice closer to her face as he rested his head against her shoulder from behind.

She was gonna take this damn apple slice.

He rubbed his cheek against hers until she finally gave in to him and took the snack, munching on it grumpily.

“This doesn’t change anyth-” her sentence was cut short with a gasp as she felt her hips being lifted upward along with strong arms wrapping themselves around her waist to keep her supported.

“Shut the fuck up for once..” He grumbled before skillfully inching her shorts up and off of her hips with one hand, leaving her shuddering in her thong from the sudden temperature change.

Bakugo wastes no time, his thick, long tongue slithering past the first ring of muscle and engufling her cunt completely with his mouth. A yelp of surprise escaped past Aoyama’s lips, which egged him on to continue.

He’d rather plunge his cock in her right then and there, but foreplay is a thing for humans.

From what he’s seen, anyway

He maneuvered his tongue all around inside of her, slurping her up and gently grazing his bottom teeth against her clit, which earned a low moan from her.

He needed to hear that again

Bakugo growled into her pussy, enjoying her scent and taste as he smeared her juices all over his nose, mouth, and chin.

Aoyama was now lost in the pleasure with her eyes closed and her mouth left agape, twitching and moaning from the beast eating her out hungrily.

Something wet and warm tapped itself against her cheek and when she opened her eyes again, she was face to face with his now unsheathed, rock hard cock and massive balls.

That wasn’t gonna fit. HOW would it fit?

Releasing her pussy lips with a ‘pop’, Bakugo sets her back down gently and firmly grips the back of her neck before pushing her down against the haystack.

“Now, hold still heifer..”

He starts grinding his hips against her ass, precum dribbling down from his tip and puddling on her lower back.

“I’m NOT one of your cows. Stop callin’ me-“

Aoyama moans out loud when he rams into her in one go, tears pricking the corners of her eyes from both pain and pleasure.

“Yeah, yeah, you aren’t a heifer. But,”

He started thrusting roughly into her, the ‘plap plap plap’ echoing throughout the barn as his cock tried to bully itself even deeper inside of her.

“I’ll fuck and breed you like one~..”

Panting, Bakugo digs his hooves into the ground and grips Aoyama’s waist before lifting her hips up again, letting her legs dangle as he fucked into her.

“Fuck—you gonna bitch to me how bad I was now? Huh?”

He grunts into her ear, drool dripping onto her face as his massive frame overwhelmed hers, mounting her like the vicious beast he was.

Bakugo hunched over her entirely, hips snapping hard into her while his balls slapped up against her clit from his movements.

“You’re gonna bare my calves, aren’t’cha? Gonna make this cunt gargle with my seed.”

Aoyama whimpered weakly, too dazed and drunk on cock to answer any of his questions. Not a single thought ran through her head as she felt Bakugo’s cock in her stomach, digging her out just right.

He grits his teeth from how tight she clenched around him, a clear liquid squirting all over his fur that ran down both of their legs.

With one last thrust from Bakugo, Aoyama’s pussy squelched from his massive knot inserting itself inside of her right before emptying his balls.

After finally calming down, he pulls out of her and a geyser of cum gushes out of her sore pussy.

“Atta’ girl. You took it so well~..”

#farm au #cow hybrid #bull hybrid #trans Aoyama #black bnha #mha #bnha #artwork #fanart #jordy’s doodles #jordy is thinking…💭 #jordy writes ✍🏾 #GlitterBomb✨💣

[echotrinityme]

The Ballad of Sven Svensson

Warning: blood, gore, and death. PLEASE DON'T READ THIS IF YOU'RE SQUEAMISH ABOUT THIS STUFF. I WARNED YOU.

Sven Svensson has always been in line for leading the Toppat Clan ever since he was chosen to be next in line by Terrence Suave. 

Sven Svensson was found by Terrence Suave when he was a lost boy looking through trash when he was discovered by the aforementioned former leader. 

After Terrence Suave's "death", Reginald Copperbottom and his right-hand man, Arthur Walton, took Sven in and cared for him like he was their son. They taught him everything and made sure he was fed and cared for. They even taught him how to steal and how to get away from the police and the Government. 

When he was old enough, Reginald and RHM began to teach him about being in line for Toppat King. 

Sven was happy that he was in line to be Toppat King but he didn't expect that being a successor would be so much work. He hated doing the paperwork and making sure everything goes right. Unfortunately, he had the unhealthy mindset that he must be perfect. Perfect to be the leader of the Toppat Clan. It didn't help that Reginald and Right taught him to be the best.

He wanted to be the best leader there is. To be better than Reginald Copperbottom.

Sven was with Burt Curtison, the head of communications. Burt and Sven have known each other for a long time. Burt was brought into the clan at the age of 9 when he was discovered by Reginald and Right. He was covered with dirt, scratches, and some weird crimson substance. Reg and Right took him to the doctors and found the blood wasn't his and they tried to ask him about his parents but they didn't get a response from him. He was adopted by the Toppat Clan and trained when he was old enough to be head of communications.

Sven was doing some paperwork while Burt was looking through the monitors on the airship. 

Burt looked at one particular monitor and saw a group of Toppats in a hallway, Burt raised an eyebrow as he zoomed in to see what was going on. He saw many familiar faces but he didn't recognize two Toppats. One of the Toppats was wearing a dark blue top hat that is similar to Sven's and he's wearing a blue suit with a white dress shirt and black tie. His top hat also had an "H' emblem on it. The other toppat was a female with red hair and her suit was lavender and her top hat was also the same color. Her top hat had purple roses on it.

"Hmmm," Burt thought as he took a sip of his coffee, "We have a couple of newbies."

"Hey, Sven, do you know the newbies' names?" Burt asked, still looking at the monitors. He was waiting for an answer but no response. Burt blinked as he looked over at Sven who was still doing paperwork, Sven was concentrating on his paperwork that he didn't hear Burt. 

"Uh... Sven?" Burt said tentatively.

Sven didn't respond.

Burt sighed as he went back to his monitors, he knew Sven can shut the outside world when he was busy with something. Sven blinked as he looked up from his paperwork and he glanced at Burt. "Did you say something, Burt?" Sven asked in his Swedish accent.

"Nope," Burt replied in a bored tone.

"Oh... I thought you did,"

There was silence after their exchange, Burt was still looking at the monitors and Sven resuming his paperwork.

Later, Sven was walking to his room when he heard the voices of Reginald and Right's. Sven stopped for a moment to eavesdrop. He knew he shouldn't but his curiosity got the better of him.

"Are we sure he can be a leader, Right?" Reginald asked Right as he was laying down on the bed he and Right shared. They were a couple. Not just any couple, they were married. They have been married for a long time and only certain people know they are a couple.

"Of 'ourse, Reg'" Right responded, "He may be a newbie but I know he's qualified,"

Reginald thought for a moment, he did have a point. Since Henry Stickmin joined them, he's been doing the clan so much good lately. He's been good at avoiding getting himself and others out of the Government's hands. He's also been suggesting new things to add to the plan when he's with Reginald, Right, and Sven. 

"You're right," Reginald said as Right got into bed with him, "Maybe tomorrow we can start training him for succession,"

"Good idea,"

Sven's eyes widened as he felt his heart broke into a million pieces.

"No... No... No!" Sven thought as his perfect world shatter, "It can't be..."

Sven went to his room as he was about to cry, he started breathing heavily as his heart started beating faster. He was trembling as he clenched his fists, he was feeling so many emotions. 

"They're pitying him you know,"

Sven blinked as he heard a voice and he quickly looked all over his room but no one was there. 

"Pssst! It's your inside voice dumbass," the voice said.

Sven blinked, "Life is like a game you know, you don't want to disappoint Reginald, and Right, right?" 

Sven nodded as he got ready for bed and turned off his lights. 

Over the next few months, Sven had been thinking of ways he could make Reginald and Right reconsidered their decision about making Henry leader. He even had plans to make everyone vote for him and to make sure they don't consider Henry as next in line. He went as far as sabotaging Henry during missions and heists but somehow, Henry would manage to escape or find his way around the sabotage. That made Henry popular and it made Reginald's decision to have Henry as leader fluctuated. 

"God dammit!" Sven thought angrily as he walked to find Reginald and Right. He was not happy. "How can that brat be better than me!" Sven got to Reginald office's and was to open the door when he heard three voices inside the office.

"Henry, we asked you here because we are going to train you to become a leader," Reginald told Henry who was watching him. Right had his arms crossed and was looking at Henry. Henry was nervous, he didn't expect to become the leader of the Toppat clan. 

Sven heard his heart beating, "Now when you first came here, you were a Toppat recruit but after doing several missions and succeeding them, we decided to train you to become our successor," Reginald continued.

Sven trembled while he listened to the conversation, Henry blinked in confusion. 

"I thought Sven was next in line for leader?" Henry said.

"He was," Right responded, "But... don't tell Sven about what I'm about to tell you..." Right cleared his throat and used his one good eye to stare at Henry.  "We don't think he's ready to take on the responsibilities of being Toppat leader," Right stated firmly.

Henry's eyes widened as Sven felt his heart shrivel up and want to die. Sven quickly turned around and quickly walked to his room. He walked past Carol, Earrings, and Mr. Macbeth who said hi to him but he ignored them. Ever since he heard Henry was going to be the next leader, he's been ignoring everyone to focus on changing Reg's and Right's mind. 

Sven started heaving as he went inside his room, he closed the door and went to his desk. He sat down and put his elbows on the desk. He was holding his head with his hands, wet droplets fell on the desk. Sven was sobbing as everything he worked for was gone. Everything he was taught and was destined for... stripped away... broken dreams and hopes are shattered like a broken mirror.

Henry was made leader and he made Ellie Rose his right-hand lady. Everyone was cheering and celebrating. Henry was now wearing a black top hat with Reginald's necklace surrounding it, he was wearing a fancy black, white, and red suit with a cape. He almost looked like Terrence Suave when he was leader which disturbed Right and Reg for a little bit. 

After Henry became leader, the Toppat Clan was more successful than ever. 

Sven was bitter, angry, and sad at Henry, Reginald, Right, and himself. 

One time during a celebration for once again, escaping the Government and leaving with their heist, there was a big party. Sven was drinking some alcohol while everyone was either dancing or chatting with other members. Sven didn't join in the celebrations since he was too bitter and angry. 

He looked around to find Burt, he was the only one Sven tolerated since Sven's drastic mood change have pushed away everyone. He kept looking for him when he spotted Burt with Henry. Oh. Well, that sucks. Sven saw Burt had his arm wrapped around Henry's waist while they were talking to Reginald, Right, and Ellie. Sven blinked as he felt his rage bubbling like a sinister potion waiting to be brewed.

"They're dating... they're fucking dating?!" Sven thought incredulously, "How come he didn't tell me!? That traitor!"  

Sven downed the alcohol and went to his room. 

He paced around his room as his rage, resentment, bitterness, and frustration were starting to eat away his sanity and consciousness. His sanity was hung by a thread and something or someone can cut it with scissors. 

"ARGH!"

Sven screamed as he punched his mirror, shattering it in the process. His knuckles were bleeding and he started throwing things and breaking his stuff. He was also sobbing hysterically. His breakdown lasted for a couple of minutes. 

He was staring at his broken mirror as his sobbing ceased, his eyes were red and puffy. He stared at his reflection, he saw his broken self. His hair was messy, his appearance was unkempt, and his knuckles were bleeding and in pain. 

Most people are rational but Sven was not. 

Sven was staring at his mirror with one single thought...  

if anyone can become Toppat leader before him...

Burt Curtis.

Mr. Macbeth.

Earrings.

Thomas Chestershire.

Ellie Rose.

Carol Cross.

Henry Stickmin.

Sven smiled as he looked at the broken mirror, he had an idea.

Burt was looking through the monitors when Sven came in holding two coffee mugs. 

"Here you go," Sven handed one of the mugs to Burt, Burt took the mug as he stared at Sven. Sven was smiling at him which made Burt uncomfortable, Sven rarely smiles and Sven looked...happy. 

"Thanks..." Burt responded, Sven smiled as he left Burt alone.

Burt drank the coffee and went back to watching the monitors.

A few seconds later, he felt severe pain in his stomach. He stood up and he started coughing violently, he coughed into his hand and felt a metallic taste in his mouth. He felt liquid on his hand and checked his palm. His eyes widened when he saw blood and he felt his eyes started bleeding. He kept coughing as he dropped his cup and the cup shatter into little bitty pieces, he fell to the floor and more blood came out of his mouth. He was twitching and trembling like a terrified little worm. Then he moved no more. 

B is Burt for drinking poisoned coffee.

Sven smiled as he went to find Mr. Macbeth.

Mr. Macbeth was checking the weapon supply when he heard someone coming toward him, he turned around but felt a hard object. He fell to the ground, head ringing, and felt liquid on his head. He looked up and saw a figure above me but couldn't tell who it was since his vision was blurry. He then heard giggling and some words, he was confused when he felt the same object hit his head. Sven held a rock and smashed Mr.Macbeth's head. Blood splatters against Sven and the walls. Mr. Macbeth was now dead. 

M is for Mr. Macbeth "dashed" on a rock. CRUNCH!

Earrings was taking selfies on the dock and was about to take another when she saw Sven walking toward her. She frowned when she noticed Sven was holding a hammer and he had some red stuff on his clothes. She was about to say something when Sven hit her with the hammer. Poor Earrings was bludgeoned to death.

E is for Earrings when Sven bludgeoned her brains.

Thomas was sobbing as he looked up at Sven who was smiling and was covered in blood. 

"S-S-Sven w-why?" Thomas said, voice cracking.

Sven didn't answer as he laughed evilly.

T is for Thomas Chestershire with marinated remains.

Ellie Rose was brushing her hair when she heard a knock on her door, "Come in," she said.

Sven smiled as he went inside her room, he found Ellie in her bathroom. Ellie looked at her mirror and saw Sven. "Hi Sven, How are you today-" she paused when she took in Sven's appearance, she saw his hair was messy and... blood?

"Uh... Sven, are you okay?" Ellie asked as she turned around but gasped when Sven roughly grabbed her neck and began to put her head in the sink that had water in it for some reason. 

Sven kept Ellie's head in the water while Ellie tried to stop Sven, however, Sven was strong and used his strength to keep Ellie's head down. After a couple of minutes, she stopped moving. Sven let go of her and wiped down his wet hand. He slowly walked out of her room, fixing his appearance as if he didn't murder Ellie. 

E is for Ellie, quiet, drowned in the sink.

Sven put Carol's head inside a locker as he smiled, he just finished dismembering her and was now hiding several of her body parts throughout the airship. 

C is for Carol, her pieces scatter around the airship.  

Henry was walking toward the communications to find Burt, he called Burt earlier but he didn't answer. Henry went inside the communications and found Burt's corpse on the floor. His eyes widened as he went over to him, he checked for a pulse but Burt was dead. Henry felt his eyes blurred with tears as he stood up, he was about to head out when he saw Sven standing in the doorway.

"Sven! I'm glad you're here, Burt is dead and I don't know who did it," Henry said urgently.

Sven walked inside as Henry continued, "We have to tell Reginald and Right and Ellie and everyone else,"

Sven closed the door.

"Sven! Are you even listening to me-" Henry paused when he saw Sven was covered in blood and he was holding a knife. 

Sven twitched as he trembled, he started walking toward Henry. Henry felt fear upon Sven coming closer, Henry felt his heart drop when Sven held out his knife. "Goodbye, Henry Stickmin," Sven said coldly as he ran over to Henry.

Everyone was in the meeting room, waiting for Henry and several other people. Reginald and Right were waiting for Henry and Ellie but they haven't showed up. 

"Where are they?" Reginald asked as he looked at his watch.

"Henry and Ellie," Right said as he talked into cybernetics, "Where are yer guys?"

No answer.

Right turned to Reginald, "They're not respondin'"

Reginald didn't like that, he searched the room and he saw that a few Toppats were also missing as well. Reginald stood up and was about to go look for the missing Toppats when the door to the meeting room opened. Reg, Right, and everyone else turned to the person to see who it was. Reg recognized the silhouette as Sven and he was about to reprimand him when Sven came in. 

Everyone's eyes widened as some mouths were agape while some a hand put a hand to their face. Sven's eyes were wide and listless, he was twitching and he was covered with fresh blood. Sven was smiling as he was holding a familiar black top hat and a gold necklace. Everyone ran behind Reginald and Right to hide as Sven stepped in front of them, Sven held up the Toppat with a crazed smile.

"Aren't you proud of me now?" Sven said softly with the same crazed smile, "I have disposed of Henry and several others..."

Sven laughed as he started sobbing, "Aren't you proud of me guys?"

Reginald and Right stared at him in horror as several other Toppats began to tell Reg and Right about finding several dead bodies. 

Sven was quickly apprehended and put on trial. However, Sven lost his mind and Reginald and Right had no choice but to "remove" Sven away from them and everyone else to make everyone feel safe.

After Sven's "exile", his descent to madness was recorded in the book of records of the Toppat Clan. New members were told of his story and leaders after Henry was made aware of the infamy that Sven created from his massacre. They were warned to be careful in the future because of Sven.

It takes just one bad day and the need to be perfect to turn someone or something into a nightmare. 

A/N:  Pssst! This story and title are a reference to a song from a musical. If you know the reference, please don't spoil it.

#thehenrystickmincollection #henry stickmin #sven svensson #burt curtis #reginald copperbottom #right hand man #carol cross #thomas chestershire #mr. macbeth #earrings #ellie rose #thsc #thsc henry stickmin #thsc sven svensson #thsc burt curtis #thsc reginald copperbottom #thsc right hand man #thsc carol cross #thsc earrings #thsc thomas chestershire #thsc mr. macbeth #background copperright #background burnry

[tetcho-apologist]

“Something not to possess but to hold dearly”

scaramouche angst

first genshin post 

hurt and comfort cause we love bittersweet shit

The indigo haired beings' features were lit up by a teal glow coming from the object he held tightly in his hands. A vision they called it.

Many people believed them to be blessings from the gods, a sign of their approval.

What a funny joke… he could just imagine the gods up in celestia laughing at the irony of his situation. 

All his life he’d chased for the approval of his creator, his mother, who just happened to be the mighty electro archon. 

Curse the foolish fates 

...

Still being granted a vision was not a small matter, at least the gods had finally noticed his strength and resolve. His eyes curiously inspected the object. 

He'd never really thought he would ever receive a vision. He saw no need since he could manipulate electro without a vision unlike others, plus he was a puppet. Was it even possible? 

No point in thinking about it since his question had already been answered. 

His fingers started tracing the anemo vision, a small breeze hugged his fingers as soon as he made contact with it. 

It felt oddly…pleasant? Not like the harsh winds that had greeted him the first time he was taken to Snezhnaya, instead it reminded him of bygone days when he would pick lavender melons for a certain child during the summer and a breeze would pass by. 

Foolish little object that brought back foolish memories. 

Suddenly he was aware of a change in him. He still acted a bit like the balladeer, but unlike him, instead of loathing rising up in his chest at the mention of such memories, he felt a warm sensation. 

Archons what had this vision done to him…

Not that he was complaining though, after living a life full of hate, grief and loneliness an emotion that didn't feel completely negative felt quite refreshing. 

Maybe it wasn't a bad thing, gaining the approval of the gods and having a vision. Even if he’d never managed to gain the approval of his mother, at least the anemo archon had noticed him. 

Even though he’d said that to make himself feel better, the painful feeling of a stab in his chest was still present. The wound he carried in his chest would apparently take an eternity to heal. 

What a bad jest…

Instead of thinking about that woman, he should think about his new little trinket. 

Where should he put his vision? 

He’d seen people put it in a variety of places, like in hats or in belts. His hat was way too big for the small accessory, plus he wanted to be able to see it. 

Maybe he could wear it as an earring, like a certain kitsune did

As he brought the object up near his chest, it started lighting up in a pattern similar to a beating heart.

He paused for a moment, unable to muster up any thoughts. 

Carefully, he brought it even closer, so it would be in the spot mortals had their hearts in.  Unlike the Gnosis and the unnamed substances that a fatui doctor had inserted in him, it didn't bring him pain and resentment. It gave him a sense of tranquility. 

Desperate to keep those emotions, he gripped it tightly. 

The past him would've thought that he looked pathetic, but the current him couldn't care less about what others thought. 

He desperately craved the warmth this “heart” was giving him. Tears ran down his cheeks, for the first time their origin wasn't of sadness and grief, but of joy. 

#genshin scara #scaramouche #kunikuzushi #genshin impact #scaramouche angst #scara angst #genshin angst #genshin scenarios #scaramouche scenarios #scaramouche fluff #scara my baby

[exmcrtis]

you can sit beside me when the world comes down...

(a general overview of what my muses have been up to post-event)

ARTEMIS has mostly been laying low. she was unaffected by the destruction in town, but the emotional damage was enough to convince her she needs to keep her head down, and she's been spending more time at home or at work. she's been feeling more and more lonely these days, and as a result has decided to stop using physical intimacy as a coping mechanism. long story short, she's a reformed hoe.

BELLA has been splitting her time between jerico, the cruz-duttons, and her friends, but has mostly been with jerico. his injuries have worried her enough that she's in full-time panic mode, but is doing her best to hide it from everyone. she's also formed a new friendship with jessie, one that she plans to hold near and dear. just don't tell other people that she has a heart, she'll probably kick you in the shins.

CAIN suffered an eye injury during the earthquake, and has been sentenced to wear an eye patch for the foreseeable (pun intended) future. not being with val during the ordeal freaked him out, and they have been shacking up at his place for the past couple of weeks. he really only leaves the house to go to work, but he's been rendered useless since he needs both eyeballs in order to do his job properly. just call him captain cain and slap a pet parrot on his shoulder.

EZRA did not attend the event, as the idea of being around that many people freaks her out. she happily stayed at home with her books, but often visits the large cracks in town to inspect them. can usually be found staying out dangerously close to dark, but thinks nothing of it.

HALLEY sustained sprains to both her wrist and shoulder, but is otherwise unscathed. she's still quite emotionally stunted when it comes to her family situation, but chooses to distract herself by visiting mo as often as possible. she also spends a lot of time with zarina and knightley, but still doesn't fully open up about her feelings. she also confessed her feelings for saffron and doesn't regret it, but the very thought of liking someone that much terrifies her.

LAVENDER hasn't been doing so great for the past couple of weeks. the disappearance of her mother has left her feeling like a shell of a human, and no matter how much she tries to distract herself, she just can't shake it. she spends most of her time at work or around town, no longer feeling like the commune is home. however, she has no plans of moving out, so she's stuck in a limbo state currently.

LEIA was beebopping around until the earthquake hit, and then she scrambled home. she visits draven and salem more often than not, wanting to make sure that draven is okay despite how heavy things are at home.

LUCA has been hovering around parker as often as they'll let him. he didn't attend the event, but seeing so many people grieving and recovering makes him tense, so he's been spending most of his time at work. he does regular check-ins with all the weirdlings, and while he wants to pretend that he has no feelings, his concern for his little siblings for all intents and purposes outweighs any façade that he tries to put on. basically, this is the best time to try and befriend him.

ONDINE has been trying to adjust to life in town rather than the commune. her life has been uprooted in every sense of the word, and it's caused a lot of trust issues to develop that weren't there previously. she's made quick friends with celia, a good thing considering she's been bringing joei to work with her, and has begun settling into the idea of being around people outside of the commune. ondine wants to believe that she and joei are safe now that there's some sort of separation from absinthe, but she can't help but feel paranoid that something bad will happen at the drop of a hat.

PRUDENCE is living in a current state of grief and sadness. the loss of minnie hit her hard, so she's been trying and failing to find as many distractions as possible. she hasn't been sleeping much (if at all), and the exhaustion is starting to show. conrad's offer for her to stay over at the greene residence whenever she wanted has been accepted every single day since the earthquake. she's started to feel like a burden as of late, but she continues to show up at mason and conrad's door on a daily basis. she worries that she's overstaying her welcome and is waiting patiently for the day when they kick her out. spends most of her time crying but has become a pro at hiding it.

SALEM sustained some pretty serious burns from her shoulder down on her left side. in the past couple weeks she's visited the clinic a few times to make sure she's taking proper care of herself, but unless she's there or at work, she's spent most of her time at home. though draven tries to fuss over her, salem still keeps her focus on him, trying not to think too hard about what happened to her. however, she plans to cover up for quite some time, not wanting to draw attention to her burns. garnering extra attention is too scary.

SARE has spent most of her time working. she tries to check in with spencer even more now, not wanting to feel like a helicopter sister, but also wanting to make sure her little sibling is doing okay. she's finally coming around to the idea of having a closer relationship with sycamore, but she's choosing to take that one step at a time.

VIOLET has been a worrying mess since the earthquake. she's been trying to give saffron space, but has done at least one check-in (even if it's met with a grouchy attitude). she knows how worried rex is and has been spending as much time with him as possible so she can keep both of their minds at ease.

WOLF has been coping with his injury by cracking jokes and annoying arty. his hand was crushed badly by debris, and he anticipates that it'll never gain its full functionality ever again. while it's been extremely painful to deal with, his aversion to going to doctors (and being touched, for that matter) has made him refuse to go to the clinic. he will continue to cope with humor.

WYLIE is doing the worst of them all. minnie's death has left her feeling like she barely exists, and she cries most of her days away. she has stopped going to work all together, and when she is around other people, she mostly stays quiet until someone addresses her. wylie feels like there's no point to life anymore, and has no idea how to channel any of her emotions. coping mechanisms don't currently exist, and being around her can only be described as 'miserable'. she misses the love of her life.

#artemis hayes: musings #bella darling: musings #cain barlowe: musings #ezra blum: musings #halley macgillivray: musings #lavender parsons: musings #leia tolentino: musings #luca russo: musings #ondine feng: musings #prudence wheaton: musings #salem salazar: musings #sare holmes: musings #violet beauregarde: musings #wolf lykaios: musings #wylie bateman: musings

[fangaminghell]

Imani's Birthday Surprise!

Summary: A short lil story about Imani's birthday. No Flynn and Arrow, since I'm trying to make this within canon events, and they probably wouldn't be here yet. Maybe.

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" Guys I'm back!" Imani calls out in the dark, confused by why their apartment complex is, well, dark.

" Guys?" She calls out again, reaching down to her waist to grab a PokeBall.

' Did something happen? Was there a Xen attack? Shit, I shouldn't have left-'

Before her thoughts could get the best of her, the lights turn on and the first thing Imani sees is colorful confetti and hears the sound of something popping.

" Surprise!!!"

Imani eyes widen as she realizes what's happening. Their apartment is covered in streamers, with a big banner saying " Happy Birthday Imani!!" in big colorful letters. Melia, Venam, Huey, Lavender and Rhodea all look at her with big smiles, each wearing a cone hat or holding a noise maker. Melia stands in the middle, holding a birthday cake, her grin brightest of them all.

" Happy Birthday Imani! "

Imani continues to stare, completely shocked at those before her. She feels her heart swelling, seeing people she cares about gather to celebrate her birthday. Celebrate her.

….shoot, she's crying.

" Imani?!" Melia gasps, concerned, hastily giving the cake for Venam to hold, coming to her friend with a worried expression," Are you okay? Was this too much, I knew it was too much-"

" No!" Imani blurts out, her tears not stopping, " No, this is amazing I-" she chokes up some more, now aggressively trying to wipe away her tears.

" I-I'm really happy! Thank you!" She sobs, and Melia wraps her arms around her immediately.

" Oh, Imani, of course! You've been doing so much and you deserve a break so-" she shakes her head, squeezing Imani a little, " I just wanted you to be happy on your birthday,"

" I am happy," Imani sniffs, still trying and failing to stop crying. She looks back at everyone with a smile " Thank you everyone. I mean it,"

Venam gives her a lopsided smile, " Psh, you really thought you'd drop your birthday and have us not do something for it? Imani, please," she rolls her eyes playfully, before raising the cake she's holding.

" Now. Can we please start eating this cake before I eat it myself?"

" Venam!"

Imani laughs as the two bicker, Huey joining in how Venam was clearly hogging the cake, occasionally going to Lavender for support. Imani laughs at it all, her chest feeling lighter than it's been in a long time.

#oc: imani 🍒 #i promise i'll write something with imani's siblings ( Arrow and Flynn) later lol