#because like...she tells me stories from her childhood and I’m like you sounded awful and she has no regrets

[verstappen-cult]

HOW YOU GET THE GIRL | CL16

— 02. THE MEDDLING

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summary: in which charles has an embarrassing crush on alex's childhood best friend and everyone meddles. content warnings: faceclaim is taylor hill but you can picture her as you’d like! some cursing and for the sake of the smau imola was not canceled. note: thank you sm for the love you showed the first part! once again if you see some mistakes please know that english is not my first language and i noticed them once everything was finished. if you want to be added to the taglist, just let me know! ♡

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MAY 14, 2023.

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📍 ROMA, ITALY

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alex_albon Don’t believe anything they say, I won ⛳️

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lilymhe i’m not gonna say anything. 🤐

user35 so it is true. they were with charles and Y/N user36 We don’t know that user37 someone working there confirmed it

charles_leclerc mate you fell like three times

user38 WE GOT THE CONFIRMATION user39 omg this makes it real user40 BUT WAS Y/N ACTUALLY THERE

user41 not his entire comment section filled with charles and Y/N fans 🙄🙄🙄

user42 PARENTS

yourusername shut up you know i won

user43 OH MY GOD OH MY GODDDD user44 i cant believe it i’m having a crisis over this user45 context pls user46 everyone’s saying they were in a double date and apparently this is the confirmation.

pierregasly thanks for (not) inviting me!!!

📍 ROMA, ITALY

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yourusername i won. i have witnesses.

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alex_albon keep saying that 🥱

yourusername SHUT UP

user47 not a single pic of charles and her together but we know they were together

user48 feeding us crumbs

user49 she looks so pretty

zendaya tom keeps saying we need to play golf when you’re back in london.

yourusername tell him i’m gonna kick his ass

landonorris you should play with people that actually knows how to play: ME

lilymhe SORRY? yourusername dw lils, i have your back

user50 i love how she’s befriending everyone

user51 thanks to alex user52 and your point is? user51 she’s using him for his fame user53 LOOOOOOL

pierregasly thanks for (not) inviting me!!!

user54 what’s more hilarious to me than this whole “double date” discourse are pierre comments on both alex and Y/N posts because they did not invite him.

Y/N & ALEX’S iMESSAGE

THURSDAY MAY 18, 2023 — PRESS CONFERENCE

charles is sitting next to lando and max, pierre next to him as alex stands in front of them. he’s aware they’re talking about what they’re expecting from this weekend, but he can’t seem to focus on what they are actually saying, only picking up pieces of the conversation. he’s too focused on his phone, the message thread he has with Y/N staring back at him. the last text he has from her is just a simple ‘cool’ after he was trying to play it cool.

“what you doing, charlie?” max asks, playfully poking him in the ribs. he immediately locks his phone, raising his head only to find that everyone is looking at him already.

“i know what he’s doing.” lando wiggles his eyebrows and charles wonders if he really needs his fingers to race. “you screwed up.”

charles knows he screwed up, and definitely doesn’t need lando reminding him the awful mistake he made for just trying not to sound too intense because, of course, he’s made that mistake in the past. and every girl he’s had something with always said the same: ‘you’re too much, charles’, ‘you’re taking things too fast, we should take a break.’ so ever since the last girl he dated, once again, said the same thing, charles promised himself he would not be that guy.

“hey,” alex has this look of pity in his eyes that he doesn’t like, not even one bit. “maybe we could do something to help you.”

“i don’t need your help.” charles’ tone is too sharp and abrupt it’s makes him feel a little bad for talking to his friends like that. but just a little.

“look, you like her, right?” pierre chimes in, but doesn’t wait for an answer. “alex is his best friend, if you want a chance with her, he’s the only one who can help you right now.”

but why does he wanna help him?

alex must see the question written all over his face because he says, “she’s dated a few assholes in the past and i really want something good for her. i trust you, charles.” he tries to look serious which only makes charles laugh. “besides, i have the perfect idea.”

ALEX’S iMESSAGE — MAY 18, 2023

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📍 VENICE, ITALY — MAY 19, 2023

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yourusername a few days ago i had the pleasure to celebrate two of my favorite people, Chloe and Scotty James. and spent two wonderful days filled with love and joy in the beautiful venice! so happy for you both. 👩🏼‍❤️‍👨🏼🩷

i wish i could stay here forever, but back to reality for now. :(

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user55 i didn’t know she’s friends with the strolls

lance_stroll I have very embarrassing videos of you, just remember that 🍾

user56 why lance and Y/N look kinda good together

user57 That’s exactly what I was thinking. They would look pretty good as a couple user58 he has a girlfriend user59 and Y/N is probably dating charles user57 only rumors

user60 back to reality? she’s not gonna be in the paddock this weekend?

user61 why would she? nobody wants her there

user62 i thought she was in italy for the gp

user63 just a coincidence user62 still hoping she’ll be there

francisca.cgomes I’m gonna need to borrow that beautiful dress! ❤️

user63 she really knows everyone now user64 literally. she was just one time at a race and befriended everyone

user65 i feel like we’re missing something

Y/N’s iMESSAGE

SATURDAY MAY 20, 2023 — THE MISSION 007 DINNER

the second you see a head of brown hair standing at the door, you want to walk over to where alex is sitting and smash his head on the table. you made sure before arriving to the restaurant that charles was not gonna be there tonight, even lando told you he was busy with some ferrari event. obviously, both lied to you.

“hey, charles!” george, who’s standing next to you, his girlfriend carmen at your other side, waves at him. and for the first time since that fateful dinner a few days ago, you make eye contact with his bright brown eyes.

butterflies break free inside your belly, even when you try to repress everything he makes you feel.

you’ve known charles for no more than ten days but it really feels like you’ve known each other your whole life. everything is so easy with him, you can’t remember when was the last time you felt this way, if it ever happened.

you thought everything was going well between you two and, for a minute, you let yourself believe he could like you. but then he gave you the cold shoulder and everything came crashing down.

and that’s your problem. you always feel so much in so little time that when things don’t go the way you’d like, everything hurts twice as hard.

there’s no one to blame but you.

“hey,” is it possible to like the sound of his voice so much that you feel your knees going weak?

“you’re the last one to arrive. here,” george shares a look with his girlfriend that you don’t really know how to read, and both move aside. “you’re sitting here tonight. we’ll go find our seats.”

you want the earth to swallow you. you want to be in a plane far away from here because the seat george is pointing at it’s right next to yours.

before you can open your mouth to say something, the couple slips away. and suddenly it feels like you and charles are the only ones in the room.

no one says a word for what feels like hours. you’re actually trying to find a excuse to leave when charles sighs, defeated.

“i’m sorry.” his voice is almost a whisper, something only for you to hear. “i acted like an idiot.”

“yeah,” you agree because you don’t know what else to say. he did act like an idiot, ignoring you for days, not answering your texts even when you asked him if something was wrong.

“i can explain if you’d let me.”

his brown eyes bore into yours, so soft and sincere your heart skips a beat. and even if you want to say no, your whole body begs you to accept.

“let’s eat first and enjoy the evening,” his face lights up like a kid on christmas day. “then i’ll let you buy me dessert and we can talk.”

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[chirp-a-chirp]

Ikemen Prince: Free

Couple: Leon X Emma

Description: The first piece of jewelry Emma receives from Leon is an engagement ring. What about his past influences that decision?

Tags: Fluffy angst? Angsty comfort? Emma/Leon being ridiculously supportive/sweet because I love this couple.

Word Count: ~750

Disclaimer: Contains spoilers for Leon’s route, including mentions of traumatic childhood.

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I can’t believe it.

Emma looked at the ring on her left finger. The band was made of rose gold, two citrine gems the same shade as Leon’s eyes on either side of the winking diamond. The ring was warm, dazzling brightly under the rays of the sun—a piece of Leon in gem form.

She never expected to get a ring—engaged, yes, but without the traditional jewels of a bride-to-be. Leon was a man of experience (no, not Jin’s, ahem, experience). With Leon, the ordinary felt extraordinary, with life meant to be thoroughly enjoyed. His dates reflected that zeal for activity: rousing dancing dates in local taverns; mingling with crowds of people at town festivals hand-in-hand; inhaling the smell of aged paper together in unexplored bookstores. And while those dates often resulted in presents—books, roses, the occasional hat pin—Leon had never gifted Emma jewelry. There was a reason for that.

For a man so eloquent and in tune with others, Leon was practically mute when it came to himself. He rarely volunteered stories of his early childhood to Emma. When he did, the tales had the same themes of drudgery, resignation, and fear. Prominent in them was a foreman who delighted in “motivating” slaves by beating them with hands covered in rings that were more like brass knuckles. The foreman wore a chained necklace adorned with different rings, each shaped with various points and sharp edges to inflict maximum damage.

“Don’t look at me like that,” Leon had said, when he first spoke of the foreman to Emma. Her eyes had become watery, her heart breaking at the cruelty he had experienced so young. Leon knew Emma was imagining the awful pain as if it were her own. He made his voice distant and eerily calm, as if telling someone else’s story. “That just the way that it was.” He was fine, perfectly fine, those dark days behind him, he insisted.

Unresolved trauma manifests in profoundly strange ways. Leon’s penchant for falling asleep while reading was well known—a quirk to an otherwise charismatic prince. The pressure to play his royal role was so great that reading other fictional characters overwhelmed him. Most of the princes carried keys to various palace rooms on a chain. Leon carried individual keys in his pockets; the sound of jangling keys reminded him of the manacles he had been locked into at night.

But jewelry was Leon’s biggest trigger. At the first palace party as an acknowledged couple, Emma had worn a red pendant necklace. When Leon saw Emma he froze, eyes widening. An image of Emma weighed down by chains on her neck and wrists, the foreman’s cruel laugh echoing in his mind, enveloped Leon. The relief from Leon was palpable when Emma, with profound insight, removed the pendant from her neck.

“I’m here Leon,” Emma whispered to him. “We have each other. Nothing and no one will change that.” She smiled and held Leon’s hand. Her words of encouragement were a beacon of hope, a lifeline to the slave boy that still resided in him.

Leon took Emma’s necklace and buried it in his pants pocket. He flashed a bright smile and claimed Emma was beautiful enough to not need such baubles. They were pretty words, but Emma was not fooled.

From that day onward, Emma wore no jewelry until her engagement.

…

“If you stare at that ring any longer, I might start getting jealous.” A rumbling purr tickled Emma’s ear, interrupting her thoughts. Laughing, Leon pressed a kiss to the top of Emma’s head. His arms wrapped around her waist from behind.

Emma turned in Leon’s arms so that she was facing him. She wiggled her ringed finger. “A-are you sure you’re ok with this? This ring’s not going to trigger—“

Leon put a finger to Emma’s lips, his heart squeezing gently at her concern.

“Yes. Like you said before, we have each other. This ring represents that. And much, much more.” Leon removed his finger and stroked her cheek.

“With you, I can face anything. Past or present. I want the world to see that.” He lifted her hand and kissed her ring. “With you, I am capable of anything.” Leon tilted his head and leaned down, his breath ghosting her lips.

“With you, I’m free.”

#ikemen prince #ikeprince #ikemen prince leon #leon dompteur #ikemen fanfic #otome fanfic #ikepri leon #otome mc #oh good writing another leon fic that made me cry #Leon’s past and how he’s impacted by it fascinates me. wish cybrid explored this more with him

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Best Bnha fics I read in 2022

per my last email

In America, Izuku is assigned a pen pal from Japan. Bakugou-san threatens him daily and curses all too often, but he answers Izuku’s questions and shows interest in his dreams. Oceans away in Musutafu, Katsuki enrolls in the mandatory English language course. His pen pal is a pain in his ass and asks way too many fucking questions.

They're supposed to be learning a new language. Instead, they discover why crushing on someone across the globe is not the best idea.

sunshine

“I see,” Ashido claps her hands together, “aww, you ran into a danger zone with no hesitation to save your childhood friend from the clutches of a villain! That’s so sweet!”

If only it was that simple . “I guess,” Izuku shrugs, “it’s complicated.”

“Tell me,” Ashido says, “sometimes talking to a neutral party about your problems is helpful! I can give you advice for whatever your situation is with this Kacchan .”

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or, izuku meets mina ashido when they're in middle school. and with a little push from a new friend, he gets kacchan back, too.

my heart's already been sold

“'At aw you ding?”

“That’s not Japanese,” Kacchan says, pushing his hands in further. “You sound like a fish.”

Bakugou keeps squishing Izuku's cheeks and walking away with zero explanation. Izuku is so, so gone for him.

The Distance Between Suns

What happens when a war tears you apart and then brings you back together?

Bakugo Katsuki and Midoriya Izuku spent years wondering if they would ever see each other again. Izuku, a prisoner in the walls of Court learning to navigate the trials of political warfare, and Katsuki, a forgotten child soldier whose enemies are not what they seem.

Years on opposite sides of the world changed them into what they needed to be to survive, but if there was one thing they never let themselves forget, it was the other. When the collapse of the ruling monarchy brings them colliding back together, will they be able to survive in the rapidly changing world around them and do what they need to save it?

Will they be able to survive each other?

Forget-Me-Not

"Do you remember what he we do every morning?” Hizashi placed his hand on top of his husband’s.

“I’m Aizawa Shouta. I’m a pro hero and teacher. I’m married and have two children. Hitoshi is in my class, training to become a hero, and we rescued Eri from Overhaul. She is still learning to control her quirk. I am working on a case about the League of Villains.”

Today wasn’t a good day, then.

“That’s really good, Shouta. But that was almost 30 years ago.”

Or, taking care of a husband with a slowly worsening memory loss, you’d have good days and bad days. For Hizashi, anniversaries were one of the hardest.

(may the bridges i have burned) light my way back home

Since Bakugou Katsuki discovered the secret of One for All, he and Midoriya Izuku have been slowly repairing the friendship they once had. They still haven’t talked about it—but Izuku’s certain that it’s only a matter of time before they manage to lay the past to rest.

But when the League of Villains attack the Sports Festival and Bakugou takes a devastating blow meant for Izuku, the whole nation is suddenly paying attention to a relationship the two people involved barely understand. Izuku needs more than ever to figure out who he and Kacchan are to each other—preferably before the internet does.

or,

“Fuck you,” Bakugou said. “I don’t need a whole face to kick your ass.”

the chaser and the chase

“This is a love story, Midoriya,”

“No, it's not. It’s crime/mystery,”

Or the one wherein Izuku writes the best selling book of the year and confesses to Katsuki at the same time.

you left a sour aftertaste

Izuku and Katsuki aren't together anymore. To take up his time, Izuku joins his school's band club, becomes the lead singer, makes some impulsive decisions, and accidentally gets a little famous. All because he's downright heartbroken, and Katsuki isn't (or at least, he doesn't look it).

Maybe some people were just meant to find their way back to each other. It might take a few stumbles, though.

don't be a stranger

“Not even a thank you for your friendly neighborhood Spiderman?” Izuku called out teasingly. “Where are you going?”

“Why the fuck do you wanna know, creep?”

“You sure you can make it back home safe?”

Katsuki glanced back angrily and flipped him the bird. “Eat shit, bugboy.”

Bugboy. That was new.

In which Izuku is Spiderman, Katsuki is nosy, and juggling high school and vigilante work has never been so difficult when your best friend is convinced that something’s up.

Or, five times Katsuki almost finds out that Izuku is Spiderman. One time he actually does.

Editor Denki & the No Good Mary Sue

Bakugou has a VERY original character that he's been writing about for a while. Just a hot-tempered prohero who's absolutely unstoppable, extremely cool, and a badass quirk that bears a striking resemblance to his own.

Unfortunately, according to poor Kaminari Denki, the guy's romance seems pretty half-baked. Which is crazy, because Bakugou didn't write a romance! He just included his stupid childhood friend in a few- okay, a lot- of the scenes, and Denki somehow got the wrong idea. Of course, Bakugou refuses to take an insult lying down, and sets about figuring out how to make Deku a compelling character for a beautiful romance- and accidentally learns some things about himself in the process.

with excerpts from Bakugou Katsuki's self-insert fan novel in all their glory.

Bare Your Soul In Ink

Writing isn't something you need a quirk for either. For all of human history, people have been telling stories. Weaving words together to form new things is built into our DNA on a level so much deeper than quirks are.

Writing could even help me escape from my life. I could hide behind a pen name, and then no one would have to know that the book in their hands was written by someone quirkless.

Yet here I am, writing about… the fact that I am quirkless.

When Izuku suddenly finds himself famous for writing a book about his life as a quirkless person, it leads to a reunion he never would have expected.

Me Myself and My Wingman

Katsuki’s wings were as magnificent as his quirk, and when they worked in tandem, it was nothing short of breath-taking. Katsuki cut through the air like a lash of fire, his blasts propelling him as his wings fanned out with the same ferocity of an avenging angel.

Izuku is in love with him, and doesn’t plan on doing anything about it.

(Unfortunately, his wings are quite determined to woo Katsuki by themselves.)

A Love Song from the Deep

His pod has always feared the Dragons, the alien clan that dwelled among volcanic vents of the deep, and with good reason. No one has seen one in generations, but Izuku heard stories of blind, listless things that drifted along the sea floor like ghosts.

Wherein Izuku is a curious merman, and his new friend is very fascinating.

How to Train Your Useless Dragon

Bakugou Katsuki needs to kill a dragon to take its teeth and become a warrior of his tribe.

But, what? Why the fuck doesn't this dragon have teeth?

Written from the promp "What if Izuku was the dragon?"

Shamelessly How to Train Your Dragon inspired.

if you talk enough sense then you'll lose your mind

There's very few people that a daemon will seek touch from outside of their holder or other daemons. Best friends, even if Izuku wanted to believe that he'd ever sincerely been that for Kacchan, are rarely one of the exceptions.

By when Izuku's life has come crashing down —by when he's left with the option of staying still until he turns to dust or walk walk walk on the shards until he bleeds—, he already knows his relationship with Kacchan has always been an anomaly.

It's only later that he discovers that what's really extraordinary is Adara.

Bright Stars

There had been rumors of a Human who wasn’t performing well in fighting rings, constantly ignoring their lesser opponents and trying to go after the very loud, very violent crowd instead.

or

Not only did Hizashi allow himself to be caught by the alien trafficking ring he and Shouta were trying to bring down, he's also stuck in a cell with a Deathworlder.

It goes better than expected.

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[weirdmorefics]

I saw you have gilmore girls but nothing on it could you do a story where lorelai has a brother(malereader) who was coddled unlike her since he was often sick then maybe something like he got in a accident at some point maybe a car accident causing him to go into a coma and he wakes up when Rory and Lorelai are over for the first dinner( I imagine he was maybe on hospice or something like that in his own room at home so he kinda just walked downstairs saw rory and thought she was a maid so asked her to fetch him a drink then chaos and angst)

Awkward Reunions

A/N- I just put that on my master list because I am rewatching it for the hundredth time. Thank you for the request I love Gilmore Girls.

Warnings- None

Pronouns- He/Him

Word Count- 877

Summary- Refer to the ask for summary :)

What on earth is that annoying beeping sound keeping me from my slumber. I try to ignore the noise to the best of my abilities but it continues on. I squint my eyes to see the source of the noise and it is some medical machine. Mom must have had someone put it up here while I sleep she is so protective. I slowly get up and stretch I feel like I haven’t moved in ages. I wonder how long I slept in.

The stairs feel awful on my joints I’m not sure why because I keep up with my exercise program. I hear voices in the family room so I continue to follow them there.

I see Mom and Lorelai “You two are looking absolutely awful. Did Mom buy some new makeup that ages you ten years?”

They seem shocked I didn’t think that it would offend them that bad. I mean we always bicker like that, especially Lorelai and me. Some maid smiles brightly and quickly runs up to me and awkwardly bows.

“Hi, I’m Rory. It’s nice to meet you,” she stutters nervously.

“When did you get this maid she seems way too nervous for your standards Mom,” I laugh.

Rory frowns and excuses herself but Mom can’t stop smiling with tears pricking her eyes it was honestly creeping me out. Mom even gives me the tightest hug I have received making me super uncomfortable. However, Lorelai seems pretty mad about my insult toward the maid which is normal. I am glad someone is acting normal.

“Seriously! Seriously Y/N the first thing you do is insult my kid when you wake up! I swear you never think! I have missed you so much but now I am remembering that you are Mom’s favorite. I mean Mom just completely ignored Rory being compared to just another one of Mom’s nervous maids, ” Lorelai shouts.

“For Heaven's sake Lorelai he just woke up! Can’t you be more considerate? Oh, right I forgot who I am talking to,” Mom shouts.

“But... But your daughter was just born and her name was Lorelai. That... that girl looks sixteen.” I mutter confused and hold my head I think I am getting a headache.

“Stop confusing him Lorelai!” Mom rubs my back.

I step away from everyone “Can someone tell me what’s going on I am seriously confused.”

“You have been in a coma for Sixteen years... you got in a car accident when you driving to the hospital to meet Rory,” Lorelai says quietly.

Mom yells something at her but there is too much going on in my I feel dizzy this doesn't make any sense. This can’t be happening. I couldn’t have missed sixteen years of my life. I can't have missed my whole niece's childhood. I can feel myself hyperventilating and the room is starting to spin. I see blurry figures trying to catch me but my vision goes dark after that.

I wake up to the lovely sound of my Mother screaming “WELL SOMEBODY FIND ME A DOCTOR WHO ACTUALLY KNOWS SOMETHING!”

I hear a nurse respond soothingly “We assure Mrs. Gilmore it was just a panic attack this can be common for Coma patients who have been asleep for many years. I can set him up with a great rehabilitation program we have here-”

I hear my Mom cut her off and scoff “You think we would send him to some small hospital rehabilitation center he will go to the best private one money is no problem!”

I roll my eyes and interrupt the one-sided fight my mother was having by informing them I am awake with my call button. Mom and Lorelai rush in and Lorelai’s eyes look full of regret.

Mom immediately goes into business mode “Your father is on a business trip but he is catching the first plane ride home and do not worry we are getting you into the best rehabilitation center money can buy! Maybe one in Boston,” she ponders.

Lorelai quickly grabs my hand “I am so sorry to spring that all on you! I was just so shocked I didn’t think you would ever wake up and I had no idea what to say the words just fell out of my mouth.”

I smile about to tell Lorelai it’s fine when Mother yells yet again “Stop you are going to give him a heart attack if you keep reminding him! He will be fine once we get him to the best doctor,” she reassures herself.

“Actually Mom I would like to stay here and get to know that niece of mine can she visit” I smile but Mom frowns immediately. 

“No, that would be too much for you,” Mom shrugs me off.

Lorelai glares at Mom “Of course, you can meet Rory! And you don’t have to listen to Mom you can stay where ever you want. You are no longer seventeen older brother of mine you are an adult now.” 

I smile “Then it is decided I will stay in Connecticut and rehabilitate here. I can’t wait to get to know my niece Rory.”

Mother sighs “Fine, but I will have to make some more calls to at least find the best doctor in this state.”

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[redmambajatiri]

The return(rewrite) | A.T

Aemond Targaryen x Velaryon fem oc

Summary: it’s been a year since Leyanna Velaryon “passed”, but she returns showing up to Rhaenyra and Daemorys Redfort’s engagement feast

Note: I will be changing things for the plot of this story, there’s no insect

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116AC the day of Princess Rhaenrya and Prince Daemorys Redfort engagement feast, Princess Leyanna and the supposed deceased Queens Aemma Targaryen and Nesaessa Caendaerys , Lady Jaelys Hightower and Prince Baelon finish getting ready, Princess Leyanna calls for her dragons Ozual, Meraxes, and Gaelithox soon mounting them. The women and the prince fly to Kings Landing in their finest clothing and cloaks.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Walking through the secret passages of the Red Keep and finally arriving at the grand room where the engagement feast is being held, hidden in the shadows waiting until all the houses are called. Once the last house is called Leyanna pushes the doors open and walks in with her hood up with the Queens, Lady, and the prince in his mothers arms steps behind her. As the Princess takes her hood off it earns her gasps and whispers from the guest and even her own family and friends, the older women soon follow suit. As the once thought deceased nobles continued further, the room was in awe with a thousand questions running through their heads.

Her sister Laena was the first to get up and embrace her while the rest of their family followed. Looking at Rhaenyra while smiling, the girls share a look of happiness but also wonder. As the gossiping and awe died down the families reunited and chatted but never questioned aloud how their loved ones are alive. Soon after Rhaenyra and Daemorys finish their dance, the guests are allowed to join them.

As everyone danced Leyanna danced with her betrothed Jaemarr. As the two danced, Jaemarr stared at his betrothed wondering how she’s alive and well when she was supposed to have been killed.

“How are you still alive?” Jaemarr asked in low growl

“You don’t sound too happy to see me, my love.” Leyanna said with sarcasm dripping from her tongue

“I’m not, you are supposed to be dead, I’m supposed to be on a throne right now” Jaemarr spat

“Lower your voice Jaemarr, you wouldn’t want everyone to know you and a few others planned my death, now would you?” Leyanna said

“Leyanna, if you tell a single soul, I will kill you myself, do you understand” Jaemarr asked while pulling his betrothed closer, whispering in her ear as if to scare her.

“You do not scare me Jaemarr, and even if I do tell someone-”

“They will not believe you”

As the princess was about to speak, her childhood friend Aemond Targaryen approached the two nobles.

“Jaemarr if I may, I would like to dance with the Princess?” Aemond asked his friend with his infamous smirk

Jaemarr looked between the two, before giving a nod allowing the two to dance. As the two friends dance Aemond looks at Leyanna admiring her as she dances with grace and elegance. Pulling her close to him while looking around the room for any sign of Jaemarr.

“What happened, how are you alive princess?” The silver haired boy questioned

“I never died my prince, I was almost assassinated” Leyanna told the prince

Aemond looked at her in shock trying to piece together who would want her dead.

“Who want you dead princess”

As the two danced Leyanna scanned the room feeling eyes on her, as Aemond spun her she saw Otto Hightower staring at her, as if to tell her to keep her mouth shut.

“I can not say my prince”

“Than don’t tell me princess, show me”

With that Leyanna looked between Aemond and Otto.

“Look ahead, my prince but do not make it obvious” Leyanna told her best friend

As Aemond looked at her, he saw Otto Hightower starring in their direction.

“Otto?Why would he want you dead?” Aemond asked

“Because I know things” Leyanna says while looking at Aemond

As the dance finally came to an end, the two shared a look, a look of knowing that this is only the beginning. As the night comes to an end the two part ways.

As Princess Leyanna walked to her sleeping chambers she seeing Jaemarr and a girl from house Nohlarys kissing. Jaemarr soon realizing that his betrothed was there he pulled back from the noble girl before walking to Leyanna.

“Leyanna, I-” Jaemarr tried to grab her and talk to her

Leyanna backed away from him, looking between him and the girl while holding back tears.

“You know Jaemarr, I’m not even surprised, have fun with her, we aren’t betrothed anymore” Leyanna said while turning around and taking another route to her sleeping chambers.

As she walked, she bumped into a person. Looking up she realized it was Aemond.

“Shit sorry Aemond, I should have been watching where I was walking” Leyanna said not looking at him trying to walk away

“You are crying princess, what happened?” Aemond asked while grabbing her chin making her look up at him

“I caught Jaemarr kissing another noble girl” Leyanna said

Aemond furious lets go of Leyanna’s chin, walking past her. Before he could get far Leyanna grabbed Aemond pleading with him to leave it alone.

#black oc #black authors #aemond targaryen x black reader #black!fem!oc #aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen x reader #house velaryon #aemond targaryen x velaryon oc #black girls of tumblr #the realms siren #aemond x black girl

[pastelgrungewrecker]

Apples To Arsenic || Sg-Ish

For if I’m going down, I guess I’ll take you with me Screaming birds sound an awful lot like singing-

“Hey Dadzilla?”

“Yes, youngling.”

“Why don’t you ever tell your Percy that you love him?

“....Because I show him, of course.”

“Do you.”

A twitch to his eye, and the paradox Doctor turned to look at the teenager who easily stole tidbits of diced vegetables to crunch between young teeth with her bright eyes disbelieving.

“Of course I do- I give him gifts, and affection, attention-”

“Ever apologize for him dying without being told he’s loved?”

Time froze.

She fished about in the pile of diced peppers, nothing but the hiss and sizzle of cooking food sounding in the kitchen they dwelled in. A common morning in this households- Percy sleeping late and the modded medic unable to sleep past sunrise.

Visits from the kids they’d grown so fond of after everything. Nicknames that made things that felt like home.

“Aren’t you... a bit young to be thinking about that kind of... stuff.”

“No, I’m not. Not according to the world, I mean- If I was too young to think about love and hate and absence I don’t think a good chunk of my childhood would have involved taking batteries out of my toys so my parents didn’t go batshit insane from the wrong pew-pew noise.”

Ratchet opened his mouth to speak, and closed it again.

“Like... Yeah, you’re pretty physical with Auncle Percy, but like... So? That’s only part of the equation, right.”

“Well, I mean-”

“And the physical side of things isn’t exactly something HARD to get for Auncle Percy. I’ve heard the stories after all.”

Silence.

“You two used to fight- all the time. Some kind of self sabotage.”, continued Dani as she resumed sneakily taking bites of diced vegetables and then let her eyes drift to the freshly baked break cooling on the little rack, “...I heard about the bruises too.”

Ratchet sighed, eyes closing as memories flickered in brief spits in time with the hiss and pop of cooking food. Late nights of screaming matches, tears, broken furniture and shattering glass.

“I take it you have... eavesdropped on your Auncle and his double.”

“Yeah.”, said Dani, “And... I won’t lie to you? I kinda wanna punch the both of you for hurting each other; but at least you realized it was wrong in the end, right?”

He recognized that flicker of fire in her morning-face, and laughed weakly with a nod, “Yes, yes we did.”

“Yeah, so... why not tell him you love him? Just cause it’s obvious to YOU doesn’t mean it is to him- after all, he and Spookystorm had a Xaaron who did the same kind of stuff; and that freaky Quark guy too. Bought gifts and gave compliments and all that and... well.”

Ratchet’s grip on the counter made the stone creak.

Dani let the ghost of a grin slip over her face, crunching on julienned onion pieces, “Do you even realize how Auncle Percy stares at you? How he like... watches you?”

A huff.

“Oooooh, you ignore it.”

“How d-”

“Hey, it’s okay. Paparatch did the same. But at least you didn’t call your life partner a clown with a gun after they came back from the dead, right?”

“Of course not!”, the indignance was tangible, “I... Well. I... I didn’t say much, when he came back.”

“Yeah, I noticed.”

A glare that she simply smiled obnoxiously at. He rolled his eyes, returning to cooking as the coffeepot percolator whirred softly. He knew she watched his back, cursed the young wisdom he’d been warned about, and poured coffee into a mug made by an artisan’s careful hands.

“...It was dangerous to love him.”, he sighed, “Our Optimus... he. He was broken in ways no one truly understood- Broken in ways I don’t think a man could or should come back from. I was his personal Doctor, a shadowhanded secondary for when our Prowl inevitably failed or lost his mind.... Whichever came first.”

The sound of crunching stopped as Ratchet turned to lean against the counter- a long sip of dark coffee forcing warmth through a body they both knew was mostly titanium and experimentation.

“I couldn’t show weakness- I couldn’t have any gaps in my armor around him. I learned that the hard way with Vaporex. There’s a reason I have an extra word in my title.”

“....So you’re Ratchet of... New Vaporex or something?”

“Lost.”, he said quietly, reaching to add just a little creme liquor to his coffee, “I am CMO Ratchet of Lost Vaporex, the Last Survivor and Last of the Line.”

Dani nodded, softness in her face like a cherubim and Ratchet felt a pang of jealousy aimed at his double. He cleared his throat, another swallow of coffee that now bit back before he sighed through his nose.

“Optimus carpet bombed Vaporex. There were... Were two survivors. Ironhide, my closest friend and frequent visitor to my mother’s homestead. And my son. First Aid. I pulled him from the wreckage myself.”

He glanced to Dani, expecting to see horror or pity in her face but seeing nothing but... grief. Mourning a woman she never met, that she knew only one version of.

He gestured with his mug, “The little blue vase- thats Val’s urn. My mother.”

“Val?”

“Valeria- after a root used as one of the first sedatives in older times.”

“....Oooh, that’s why Oma Auri calls her Valli?”

“Most likely.”

The quiet hovered thick and low like morning fog, nothing but the sound of food cooking and Dani stealing more bites of diced vegetables as both sat with their thoughts.

“Then what happened, Dadzilla?”

A sigh, “I... I think I went to hell. Maybe I truly did go mad, who can say.”, he said with a shrug, “I began digging deep into modificational sciences- back when they were new, when they were experimental science fiction. I was called crazy, unethical, wild... Many things. I used Professor Aurora’s work in bioengineering once it was made available... That’s how I met Percy the first time.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm.”, he chuckled, “His father despised me- I was high ranking but low-born; a known name but a terrible pedigree and something of a functioning alcoholic even then. When the Professor died during the bombing of Altihex, he used that as a catalyst to hide Percy away- tried to block his transition even though it was far past the point that would be effective, tried to prevent me from seeing him, tried many foolish things.”

“Geez, guess it’s a universal constant that he was a super mega ultra dickweed.”

“Something like that.”, he said with a grin on his face.

“So... what’d you do.”

A noncommittal shrug, “I took his eyes and tongue and dumped his corpse off the dock.”

“....I mean. That’s one way to solve the problem?”

“I jarred what I took and presented them to Percy before he went to Kimia. That was one of the first times I heard him laugh I think.”

Dani propped her head on her fists, kneeling on the seat of the chair she SHOULD be sitting in, but she’d never been one to sit properly.

“After that... There was a lot of... working together. Partnering on various projects- I was a consult during much of the MTO program given the Professor being dead and all.”

“....And through it all, you never said...?”

“I couldn’t.”, he whispered, looking down, “If... If someone heard, if someone knew that it was anything more than physical, that it was any deeper than a berthroom’s revolving door- the consequences could be catastrophic. I knew that, I knew it and I learned it again when Optimus took Vaporex from me.”

“...Why DID he do that, anyway?”

“...He found out about Aid. He found out I had a son, a gifted son who performed well and was six and three quarter years old.”

“... I don’t understand, why would he care?”

“I didn’t want Aid joining either side. I wanted him to be like my mother- neutral. Neutral and far, far away from a war that never had a meaning beyond destruction. It was bad enough it swallowed both of his parents, I didn’t want it to swallow him too.”

“So he... So he punished you for protecting your son by destroying your home?”

“Yes. I wouldn’t tell him who the other parent was- He knew I was lying when I said I didn’t know, that one day a baby just. Showed up on my doorstep.”

A sigh, and Dani carefully got down from where she sat.

“If I had told him- If someone heard me say those words to Percy and told him, he... I don’t like to think about what he would have done.”, whispered the usually so manic medic, “The best outcome would be forced surrogacy.”

Dani jolted at that, “Wait, like- FORCING pregnancy and stuff?!”

“Yes. An MTO without all the genetic kinks and fuckery. Easier to edit, to develop.”

A sip of coffee as Dani stared at him, watching him not with shock or surprise but with something conniving but gentler. A fox kit studying a sire, a kitten peering at the tom that hid in the garden.

“...Is he here now?”

“...No.”

“Is he able to even really... get here?”

“He could crawl, theoretically-”, said Ratchet, “But... But without me keeping his mortal coil shuffling about, he’d be hard pressed to survive the trip TO the rift, much less the hellish tumble through it-”

“Then what’s stopping you now, from saying it. Here, in this fancy as hell condo that you live with Auncle Percy in?”

He went to speak- and paused. His mouth shut with a click of reinforced fangs, and his eyebrows rose slightly. Dani grinned crooked, like willowbranches and old creek beds as she sidled up and then hugged him around his middle- nearly making him drop his mug as he sighed.

“Here, I’ll help you practice!”, she laughed, “Love you Dadzilla! ... Also you need to dice more peppers.”

“You little chlorophyll fiend.”, he sighed- but ruffled her hair, “I... love you too.”

Dani waited a few beats before she cackled softly, “See? No demons or devils or weird deity dudes. I’m not dead and neither are you.”

She pulled away with her grin undying, “Just like that, you said those words to someone and nothing bad happened.”

He snorted softly, returning to his cooking, “Yes, well; it’s an old habit, it takes time to break...”

Dani rolled her eyes, hands on her hips, “Was it an old habit when they told you he’d been shot?”

Dani watched, unimpressed, at the twitch over modification seams, “.... Young one, we don’t talk about that.”

“No, we do. It’s understandable that you were scared and hurt but... Does that really justify hurting someone else? I don’t think he’s expecting you to put on a show about it but... Dadzilla, I’ve SEEN how he looks at you! He watches you every time you walk away, every time you laugh or smile. He lights up when you enter a room even when he acts all... like himself.”

“A good way to describe his behavior-”

“But I’ve also seen how he looks when he sees Paparatch and Papaceptor. He flinches when they tell each other they love each other. It HURTS him. YOU are hurting him.”

Dani sighed, “I’m not gonna say that like... You need to just leave the past in the past or something- that’s stupid, the past makes the future so everything affects everything in a big stupid circle but... Sometimes the effect of something in the past is intended to teach you what not to do in the future.”

Ratchet continued cooking, silent and not looking at Dani as she spoke, hating the way the words rang in his chest like the words of his mother once upon a wounded heart.

“You lost a lot of people you loved, and I’m sorry. But it’s not fair or kind or right that Auncle Percy hurts for it too... He loved your Mom and Aid just as much as you did, and loves you as much as THEY did. He lost them too, Dadzilla. And he’s still afraid he’s gonna lose the rest of you.”

He glanced to Dani, hating the stern lines passed down a familiar family line.

“Cause he lost part of you. You said it yourself- maybe you went to hell, maybe you went crazy. That steals bits of you, and all HE could really do was watch. Tell him you love him, okay? Even if you only say it once a year... Tell him, alright?”

He nodded, sighing, “...Has anyone told you that you channel my mother.”

“Yeah, Paparatchet told me that once when I called him a bitch for throwing a fit about Not Needing Help with his anxiety.”

“...And then...?”

“And now he sees a therapist once a week and is on meds.”, she said flatly, “And I got a new pair of sneaks for being right.”

“...That sounds about right. I’ll... try.”

“Good. Or I’ll sick Nana on you.”

A flinch, and a wheeze, “That will not be necessary, thank you.”

“Good. I’m gonna go wake Kiki up- I gotta bring her her meds anyway, she’s been getting wheezy AGAIN cause she’s allergic to ALL FLOWERS but that doesn’t stop her from-”

“Shoving her nose directly into them and breathing in?”, sighed Ratchet, “She gets it from Perceptor.”

A matching exhale, “Yeeeeah, we know.”

He heard Dani’s footsteps carrying her away at a half jog- always running and hating to wait. How typical of his family. He chuckled to himself, and set to work replacing the vegetable pieces that Dani had stolen throughout their conversation.

“Breakfast, girls.”, he said amicably as he passed by Kiki and Dani lounging on the couch, laughing softly as they scattered like hungry pigeons to descend upon the kitchen. He watched them run, carrying two mugs that smelled of honey and cream and coffee before he ascended the stair to the master bedroom- double doors closed but left ajar.

A nudge with an elbow into the dim but not dark room- and a soft yawn sounded from the mass of pillows and sheets and down duvets.

“Dani, sweetie what- oh! Ratchet?”

Percy blinked sleepily, hair a wild mess as he rubbed one eye with the heel of his hand. He wobbled slightly as he sat up, blinking out of time as Ratchet couldn’t help the fond rumble in his chest as he sat down on Percy’s side of the bed, offering a mug.

“Ooooh... Did you use the new honey?”

“I did. With a bit of cocoa powder stirred in as well.”, said the medic slyly as he sipped from his own.

“Oooooh... mochasssss...”, cooed Percy before taking an immediate sip and making a soft noise, “Owch, hot, dammit.”

Ratchet laughed, and Percy squinted at him just slightly before reaching for the glasses on the bedside table and sliding them on, “Surprising me with coffee- someone’s feeling a way.”

“Something like that.”, Ratchet said, “Had a... talk with Dani.”

“Got reduced to atoms by a teenager who channels your mother, yes.”

Ratchet remained quiet, taking a long sip of coffee as Percy shook his head with a tired but affectionate grin. They sat in dim comfort for a moment before Ratchet reached- hand gently cupping the side of Percy’s face.

The sniper, still waking up, had no walls raised- his guard was dropped fully and his eyes drifted shut as he tilted his head to nuzzle into the CMO’s palm and leave a kiss on a thumbtip.

“I love you Percy- you do know that, don’t you?”

The sniper froze, hands holding the mug starting to shake just a little. Ratchet watched the words travel the length and breadth of what he new was a nervous system fried by years living with paranoia as a default.

“Y-yes, well, of-of course I KNOW that but... well...”, a sniffle, “It. It’s nice to hear it. To hear you.”

“....We’re quite a pair, aren’t we.”

“I suppose we are.”

Ratchet shook his head, coaxing the dozy sniper to move closer- close enough for foreheads to touch, for breath to mingle.

“I love you, Percy.”

“I love you more than all the stars in the sky, Ratch.”

They pulled apart when they heard conspiratorial giggling- and the the doors flew open and Percy’s laughter rang out in a way Ratchet hadn’t heard since before the war that stole so much in the name of a false god’s ego.

And then Percy hiccuped, and groaned.

“Love, what’s wrong?”

“Oh, I’ve just been having a rough stomach most mornings- Usually adding a bit more honey to my coffee helps; or tea with extra sugar. I’ve been craving sweet TERRIBLY you see...”

Kiki raised both her eyebrows, looking at her father’s doubles before giggling, “Wow, really? Papaceptor craved the same thing one time!”

“Oh?”, said Ratchet, standing and setting aside his mug to click on a light and check Percy over quickly, “Did he find out why?”

“Yeah, you could say that, I mean- 8 months later I came along, so...”

Percy paused, blinking rapidly- and Ratchet had to grip the headboard when his legs suddenly went numb.

“I beg your absolute PARDON, precious?!”

#pastewrites #shattered glass #fankids #lmao lmao lmao lmao dani the savage and kiki the gremlin

[cr0wprince]

My mom came home from work and was like, “You wanna hear something funny? This patient at the nursing home who had a hard-on about getting the COVID vaccine got the vaccine and tested positive.” And I was like, “You’re a nurse. You should know that’s not funny.” And she just fucking snapped and got so offended, “You know nurses have a twisted sense of humor.”

#rachel’s rambling #covid mention #I have dark humor I find a lot of things funny I shouldn’t #like I’m never over the top comment on pumped up kicked about ‘this song will never get old just like my classmates’ #but like this is current?? this is actually happening?? #she said this guy was worried about dying and she was like ‘yeah we’re all gonna die’ #and ‘lol isn’t it so funny he got covid?’ no no it isn’t how are you a fucking nurse #every time she comes home with this bullshit I’m constantly just thinking about male bullies being cops and female bullies becoming nurses #because like...she tells me stories from her childhood and I’m like you sounded awful and she has no regrets #she also spouted some bullshit like oh I wonder if the vaccine is causing positive results #and I was like you sound like a conspiracy theorist #I think this is a good time to remind everyone she won’t get the vaccine because she read on Facebook that it will give you aids #she also skipped the hpv vaccine for me because she read somewhere it caused paralyzation and I’ve never had a tetanus shot #so I’m also terrified of what other shots I might’ve missed and I have no medical records #the hospital we went to shut down a couple years ago and just didn’t send our records which sounds illegal?? #so fingers crossed I guess

[hotwings0203]

Guys I’m having another Bakugo brainrot

Tw: bullying, noncon, nonconsensual peeping, manipulation

Remember that one episode of MHA where the class goes to the sauna and M*neta tries to check da girls out over the wall?

Imagine the same scenario, but years later when they’re all older

The class wanted a reunion, just to relax and blow off some steam

You’re with the girls, and you all lay back in the hot water reminiscing about the older days when everyone was still getting the hang of their own quirks

Mina brings up this exact same scene but years ago.

“Ohmigosh, do you guys remember the last time we came in our first year here and Mineta totally tried to get a peek at us?”

“Ugh, I hope Iida is keeping a good hold on him right now,” Ochacko giggles, kicking her feet up to rest on a rock

You hum in agreement, tilting your head back to rest against the wooden wall separating you and the boys.

As it was, Uraraka was almost spot on with her hopes. Except, Iida and Tokoyami were out getting refreshments for the rest of the boys, leaving the remaining group to their own plot.

Which was lead by Mineta, of course, who had the brilliant idea to spy on the girls, just like they almost did years back.

“Guys, come on, please they’re right there!” He practically salivates, wildly gesturing to the tall wooden wall in front of them.

Most of them shift uncomfortably and groan about him being a creep as usual, but the rest stay silent.

Mineta takes their lack of outright refusal as fuel to keep blabbering.

“Look, we almost got away with it back then-“

“-You mean you got away with it, we didn’t do shit. And you didn’t exactly get off scot-free, Kota completely demolished your attempts and you landed ass down on Four-Eyes’ face,” Bakugo drawls, leaning his head backwards and looking up at the obsidian sky. The boys laugh, remembering the ridiculous event.

The night is cool, the stars littering the inky atmosphere take the pressure off of Bakugo’s lungs. For weeks now they’ve been training like dogs, battling each other and even minor villains for extra practice of their quirks. This trip was supposed to be a leisure getaway, not a free porno.

But the grape-headed perv is insistent, scoffing and waving the blond’s quip off like some annoying fly.

“You know, there’s something in it for you too, Bakugo. I’ve seen the way you look at Y/N.”

This causes a murmur and a couple of light beers towards the blond, who in turn snarls and ignites his hand to quell the commotion. All of them had an inkling that Katsuki Bakugo had finally set his sights on some poor girl, and that was you. It was such a rare sight to see his face flush slightly when you walked past him, the way he stuttered over his words a bit when you two would be conversing amongst the same group, and best of all, when they would see how he would excuse himself to the bathroom or locker room occasionally when your hero suit would tear in certain places after battles.

“Shut the fuck up 3’2, unlike you I don’t need to ogle at those brain dead bimbos.”

“Oh? I didn’t realize you thought of Y/N as a ‘brain dead bimbo’, Bakugo, I’ll be sure to let her know how you feel” Mineta grinned maliciously, and the boys ‘oooo’ed at the jab.

Bakugo’s voice caught in his throat.

“You wouldn’t,” he growled, rising slightly out of the water.

“I already know you’ll kill me afterwards, but I’m prepared for the repercussions if you don’t help...cooperate here,” Grapehead inspected a cuticle and feigned a yawn.

“Come on Bakugo, it’s not like it’s gonna hurt anyone! Well keep this to ourselves,” Denki chimed in a little too eagerly.

“Yeah, I mean, we’re only asking for your and everyone’s support so that we can focus better on training y’know? A little fun never killed anyone.” Sero threw his arm over Kirishima’s shoulder, who blushed at the whole ordeal but kept silent all the while.

Katsuki looked around. Slowly, others were starting to really listen in and look interested at the outcome of Mineta’s plan. Surely a little peeping wouldn’t be too bad would it? And plus, it was only a one time thing.

Shoto was faring the same way as Kirishima, quiet and maybe embarrassed at what they were planning on doing, but no outright refusal. Even Deku had a weird longing glint in his eye, the same kind he would get when he used to fawn over All Might.

He thought about it for a minute more, a chance to see you, naked, honest, and pure, splashing around with your friends as you let your femininity dangle as it pleased.

“Do whatever the hell you want. I’m not taking blame if the bird and glasses come back, though.”

Hushed cheers and excited murmurs erupt from around the spring, and they huddle together to form a plan.

A couple minutes later, the boys were grouping around the wooden panels. Todoroki had burned a hole into the soft wood, and sero had used his transparent tape to cover it up so that the girls couldn’t see it from their side.

And there they were, completely bare, hair flowing, curves showing, voices mature and high pitched giggles emanating from around the water and bank.

Bakugo seeks you out immediately after the hole is made, shoving his way through the crowded bodies much to the amusement of others. But he doesn’t care, all he wants at the moment is to see you in your most honest element.

He doesn’t have to look long, because you’re right there, you’re right in front of them, only a few meters away. Your back is facing them, but the sight of your smooth, naked back and the round curve of your ass squishing against the rocks underneath you is enough to make Bakugo’s cock bob painfully above the water. It’s not too hard to hide his erection since the boys’s attention is elsewhere at the moment.

Your hair is open, and he wants nothing more than to feel it in his hands, run his fingers though your scalp and pull so hard that your neck is snapped back, he wants to know what kind of noises you’ll make for him, would you sound shrill and high pitched or would you wail and bellow for him to let go?

They can hear the girls talking amongst themselves, the hole in the wall makes their voices more audible and clear.

“Quit playing coy, Jirou, we know you’ve got your eye on someone,” Hagakure’s body is nowhere to be found as usual, but her chipper voice rings out from the middle of the hot spring.

Jirou is a few feet away from where you sit, her body also being shown for everyone to see. Bakugo glances at Kaminari to confirm his suspicion, but gags and quickly looks away when he gets an eyeful of his friends’ erect cock.

Not that Bakugo himself has room to talk, though.

“I mean, not really, it’s not a big deal.” The ravenette shifts and hides her head from the rest of girls’ cooing.

“Uh huh, sure. You’re not fooling anyone Kiyoka, I’ve seen the way you look at Denki. You two can’t keep your eyes off each other, it’s cute,” you purr, and Bakugo holds himself back from shoving the other guys out of the way just so that he can hear your voice the best.

Squeals and sounds of splashing fill the air, and Sero and Kirishima whisper excitedly and clap their red-faced friend on the back. Denki can’t keep the 50K watt smile off his face, and even Bakugo grunts and knocks shoulders with him, letting him know that he was happy for the human charger.

But then Jirou claps back with her own snarky observation, and the boys fall hush at the new revelation.

“Alright, you wanna talk about ogling Y/N? Then tell me, how’s Deku doing?”

“Or Bakugo, too,” Mina adds slyly, and now all the girls’ attention, as well as the boys’, is on you.

Bakugo felt like he had whiplash. He would’ve been elated, on Cloud 9 even to hear that maybe you had something for him too, had shitty Deku’s name not have been thrown in there too.

And he looks around wildly for the green haired freak, the freckles dusted across the expanse of his face even more prominent from the deep blush quickly forming, his scarred hands holding the sides of his face shaking in awe and gleeful shock.

But the rest of the boys aren’t as oblivious to how Bakugo seethes at his rival’s joy, from the way the water gets hotter from his quirk sparking underneath the rippling waves. Kirishima scoots closer to his friend and gently lays a hand on his shoulder as if to say, calm down, man. Not right now.

And so the hothead leaves it for the time being, opting to hear your response.

“I-it’s really nothing, they’re both just good classmates like the rest of the guys,” and although your back is turned to them, it doesn’t take a genius to know that you’re embarrassed too, your leg skittishly bouncing in front of you is making your ass jiggle from the back, much to the delight of the salivating boys.

Bakugo wants to spill blood when he suddenly realizes your body is being shown for the rest of these dogs to see

The girls start teasing you, your splutters being drowned out by their playful accusations.

“Come on L/N, whose cuter?”

“Dont act all coy now, I know how nervous you get when you’re all close to Bakugo. I mean I don’t blame you, have you seen his muscles? He could crush someone’s head with those things!”

“Yeah, but have you seen the way she giggles when Deku starts his mumbling tangents? That’s a classic crush right there.”

Bakugo is getting desperate to hear your answer now, some of the boys have left, feeling like they had their full of excitement for the night. They saw some tits and ass, heard some gossip, end of story.

The only ones remaining were Bakugo and his gang, as well as IcyHot and Shitty Deku.

Shitty Deku, who seemed equally eager to hear your response.

It pissed him off that he wasn’t getting the message to fuck off, even after all the growling and death stares he was receiving from his childhood friend.

But he guesses after a lifetime of dealing with it, it doesn’t scare Deku as much as it does anymore.

Maybe he’ll have to amp it up, later

“W-well I mean both of them have their own respective...flaws and strengths I guess..sometimes Deku can be kinda hard to talk to ‘cuz he’s so shy, but Bakugo can be a real jerk at times, too.”

You trail off, and Bakugo scoffs to himself. Him? Flaws? Those two words didn’t go well in one sentence together, but nonetheless he continues to listen. He wouldn’t refute the notion of him being an asshole, he wasnt that delusional.

“And yeah, I mean Bakugo definitely intimidates me sometimes with how aggressive he can be, but Deku is definitely getting up there in terms of physical prowess. But in terms of who I like, I’d have to say-“

“Midoriya! Bakugo! What are you two doing over there?”

Iidas voice booms across the water, and all 6 of the boys jump back, startled at the intrusion.

“No, wait-“ Bakugo hisses, clawing his way towards the hole to hear the rest of what you had to say, but Sero and Todoroki shove him back and patch the hole up with fire and tape, shutting off your confession.

Deku waves his arms around wildly, stammering some excuse of dropping his towel in the spot where they all were sheepishly gathered. They eventually waded their way over to where Tokoyami had set the drinks down, but the blond was shaking with hot rage despite the cool refreshment that was shoved into his hand by a wary Kirishima.

“Don’t sweat it dude, it’s not like her and Midoriya are gonna da-“

“Finish that sentence and I’ll blast both your and his head off,” he glowers at the redhead, shorting a dark look to where an all-too-happy Deku was chatting with Todoroki, as if they hadn’t been drooling over their naked classmates merely a couple minutes ago.

Kirishima backs off with raised hands in surrender, leaving Katsuki to mull over the situation by himself.

You couldn’t seriously be interested in that green haired freak, right? I mean he could barely talk to a girl without tripping over his own damn tongue, for fucks sake.

Not that he was any better himself. He failed to acknowledge the times where you had merely asked him for an extra pencil, when he snapped at you for being such a fuckin’ dumbass that you couldn’t even remember to bring your own shit. He had done that out of pure impulse, but he regretted it the moment he saw your face fall, his heart clenching at the sight

He’d have to show you that he was the better option, regardless of if you wanted it or not.

And so when they had all gotten out of the water and gotten ready for food, Bakugo already knew what he had to do.

You were all eating outside in the camp pavilion, each at their own separate tables. He was sitting with the boys, all of them joking around and throwing food at each other while he was staring you down.

He couldn’t keep his eyes off you. How could you expect him to, after he had seen half of you bare already? It was sinful almost, the way you were completely in the dark about what he had seen and heard, while he himself was fantasizing about what you looked like and felt like on the front.

So when Deku came by your table, no doubt also having the same conversation of the springs in mind, wanting to get closer to you, Bakugo felt his sanity snap.

The fork he held in his hand started melting in his ignited hand, steam curling from his palm. He watched as the green-eyed fuck made successful shitty attempts to make you laugh, his eyes trained on where you gently laid a hand on his shoulder after something he said that made you throw your head back and howl with glee.

“Hey man, your fork-!” Kaminari yelped, pointing at the disfigured mess of metal in his friend’s steaming hand.

“Huh?” Bakugo was pulled out of his irate daze, and he quickly dropped the fork when he saw what he unconsciously did.

They all looked at him for an uneasy minute after noticing the expression on his face, no doubt understanding he was furious about being compared to Deku once again in front of you.

“Look, Bakugo, don’t really take what Y/N said to heart. We don’t know who she actually likes, and Midoriya’s just her friend...” but Sero trails off hesitantly after glancing in your direction, seeing Deku’s dreamy expression as your hand still continues to rest on his shoulder.

“Just let her come to you, yeah? You don’t wanna force anything on her, that’ll make her really uncomfortable-“

-“Shut the fuck up Shitty Hair, and mind your own damn business,” Bakugo interjects, abruptly unscrewing his drink and standing up, unable to lose you to some broccoli- headed bug-eyed fuck.

He stiffly walks across the pavilion to where you two sit, and feigns a swig from his bottle. Your focus is still on Deku, so you don’t notice him approach until he comes up behind you two and ‘trip’s, falling forward and strategically spilling the liquid all over Deku’s back and your front.

You squeal as your blouse is drenched, and Deku shoots up from his seat to grab some napkins while searching for the perpetrator.

“What the- Kacchan?”

“Oops.”

Bewildered, you look at the two while dabbing the wet splotches on your shirt, Mina and Tsu jumping into action to help you.

The boys exchange a weird look, and although Bakugo gave his version of an apology, he doesn’t look very sorry. In fact, if you saw it right he looked almost...smug? With a bit of anger?

Deku wasn’t any easier to understand either. His voice was lilted as usual while he grabbed napkins, but his gaze never left his childhood friends’ and his eyes weren’t exactly the big doe-eyes you had grown fond of.

They were darkened, and narrowed as they bored into Bakugo’s eyes. Neither one of them was looking away from each other, and there was a weird tension in the air that everyone could sense.

But you couldn’t focus on that right now, you had to go and wash up.

“I gotta change and maybe take a shower, I can feel it sticking to my skin,” you scrunch your nose in disgust and tell Mina as you stand to leave. Deku offers to walk you, but you wave him off kindly.

As you pass by Bakugo, you can feel his eyes rove up and down your body, very obviously staring at the way your white shirt clings to your chest from the liquid, sending chills up your spine.

But he doesn’t come after you, not yet.

It’s only after everyone has finished up from their dinner and headed off to bed almost 20 minutes later that the showers finally, finally warm up enough for you to dip a hesitant toe in.

Curse the old pipes.

*******

He watches you from the dark, the only light you’re provided with is the dim emergency light from the rusty bulb, the camp counselors having been shut the facility’s lights off merely a half hour ago. But you were stubborn in waiting for the water to warm up so you were left alone in the showers, shifting uncomfortably in your sticky wet clothes.

And then miraculously you get up for the umpteenth time to check the temperature of the water, and it’s finally deemed appropriate for you when you sigh in relief and start taking your shoes off.

He hides in the door partition, his cock hardening slowly as he thinks of you alone with just him and his mercy. You were going to pay for almost breaking his heart and prancing around with stupid fucking Deku instead.

But asides from his rage, he still liked you, a lot. He wanted you to want him as much as he wanted you, so he decided to try and attempt to make your first time with him as gentle and as special as he could in the dirty cabin showers.

Bakugo waits with bated breath for the right moment, and the second your hands grip the end of your shirt to pull it up, he slowly emerges from the dark.

“You know, I’m glad you came here alone, at night. It’s almost like you wanted this.”

You jump violently at the low voice coming from seemingly nowhere, and you wildly look around for the source until you see him...coming at you slow from the inky abyss of the room, like a predator stalking his prey.

His figure seems to loom even larger than he actually is, the shadows of his tall body bouncing off the walls and grazing over the top of your head. He seems to be in no rush, taking his time with his hands in his pockets, eyes flashing dangerously at you as he stalks forward until he’s backed you up against the deteriorating wall, chest to chest with you.

“W-what the hell, Bakugo,” you stammer nervously. “This is the girls room, you can’t be here-“

And the hand you raise to push him away is caught in his calloused ones, your other wrist is quickly seized as well and slammed above your head. You cry out in pain and try kicking out, but he wedges a bulky knee in between your thigh and shoves his face mere millimeters away from yours, a mean leer adorning his normally-attractive face.

“What, I can’t be here? And here I was thinking that you almost liked me. But oh, I forgot, Deku’s your favorite, right?” The grip on your wrist tigthens and his leg flexes from in between your thighs.

You squirm and sob, about to ask what the hell he was talking about-

Oh.

Oh no.

He sees the understanding pass over your face, and he laughs cruelly at the horror that comes with it.

“You heard me? How?”

“Not just heard. I saw you, too.”

He lets his eyes drop from your neck, to your chest, and then to the juncture between your legs which was being massaged by his knee.

Tears well up in your eyes as you realize he was watching you this entire evening in the springs. How he got away with it, you didn’t want to even know.

“I saw your hair open for the first time, and not in that stupid hairdo you always do for school.”

He trails his hand softly up the sides of your body and up your neck until he reaches his big hand into your scalp. You whimper and gasp as he laces his fingers through your locks, seeming to caress you but then harshly yanking your head back so you had no choice but to look at him head on.

“I saw your ass pressed up against the rocks, and I wished it was up against my cock instead.”

He removes his hand from your hair and snakes it down to your bottom, kneading and slapping it lightly. You writhe even harder now, too scared to make a noise in case he hurts you even worse, just wanting him to get the hell off of you.

“But I didn’t see the front of you. I imagined what you would look like with tears streaming down your face while I was stuffing you full of me”

He plays with the edge of your shirt, a dark look in his eye as he plays with you. You try to budge your hands but to now avail, only serving in annoying him and shoving his knee up further into your crotch. The pressure on your clit is immense, and your legs start shaking as you’re forced to be suspended almost midair on his knee.

“Take this off,” he says softly, the rasp catching in his voice.

“Bakugo, please. You don’t have to do this, I swear I won’t tell anyone-“

“You think I’m worried about if you’ll tell anyone? Hah! I already know you won’t, wanna know why?”

He leans in, inhaling the scent of your hair and grazing his nose along the side of your neck. You force yourself to breath in and out, feeling an impending heart attack.

“‘Cause if you do, I’ll make sure to fuck you in front of everyone, especially on Deku’s broken body.”

And then you can’t stop them, the tears fall from your body shaking in pure fear at his threat.

You knew he wouldn’t actually do something like that, but hearing it snarled in your ear so softly made you believe it all the same, the power he held while you were fucked, literally and metaphorically.

“Now I’m not gonna ask you again. Take this shit off before I burn it, bitch.”

You don’t want to piss him off further, so with trembling hands you lift the edge of your sticky uniform and start to pull it off, but he stops you with a frustrated grunt.

“Slowly. I wanna savor this while no ones here.”

You bite your lip and suppress a scream as you do what he says.

And oh, does he ever savor it. The shirt clings deliciously to your breasts, and he licks his lips as it ruffles up and over your head. Your skin is perspiring from the humid air, a sheen of sweat lightly decorating your collarbones. Bakugo can’t hold himself back any longer, and you yelp when he comes at you suddenly.

He lunges at your face and pins your arms down by your side again as his lips mesh against yours, his kiss filled with clacking teeth and a thrashing tongue against your lips. The knee you’re straddling is bouncing lightly up and down, jostling you on it and causing your cunt to pulsate with heat.

You let out a distressed moan, and he swallows it greedily, using the advantage of your open mouth to delve deeper into your wet cavern. You open bleary eyes and flinch when you find his already wide open, staring back into unforgiving vermillion orbs.

He pulls back slightly, panting. “I bet Deku didn’t get this kind of treatment, huh? It’s all for me right?”

You don’t know if he’s genuinely asking you or just being insane, so you don’t answer him. Fortunately and unfortunately for you, he doesn’t care for your response, rather more focusing on dragging you by your neck towards the hot showers.

You slip and stumble as he shoves you in a stall, gaining your balance only too late when he turns and locks the door.

“Look, I’m sorry okay? I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings, just forget you saw or heard anything at the springs, it was just girl talk, stupid stuff that didn’t mean anything-“

“-even if it didn’t mean anything to you I’ll make sure you believe what you’ll feel after I fuck you senseless.”

And with that, he tugs off his clothes and licks his lips at the sight of you cowering against the wall, naked and oh so vulnerable.

He slowly shifts towards you, pressing his body flush against your trembling one. You can feel the outline of his erection on your thigh, and you swallow at how big it is.

“I don’t wanna have to close your mouth or restrain you when I’m balls deep in that tight cunt. So don’t do anything stupid and this’ll be a whole lot easier for you.”

He reaches a hand down and lightly strokes your labia, relishing in how you whimper and jerk against him, but don’t dare try to stop his hand.

Smart girl

Another hand finds its way to your tits, tugging and pulling at your hardened nipples. You gasp and arch into his touch, slowly coming undone from his ministrations. He humps against your leg like a teenage kid, grunting while he does so.

His mouth is attacking yours once again, but now you’re too tired from the constant surge of adrenaline coursing through your veins to even move your head. You just let him play with your body, your heart, your soul.

“I think the princess is wet enough for me now,” he leers at you when he pulls his fingers away, scissoring his digits to show the strings of wetness he pulled from your pussy.

You squeal and grab onto his chiseled arms as he suddenly hikes his hands underneath your upper thighs and picks you up, forcing your legs to wrap around his middle for support.

He slams you against the wall, the water cascading down your head is making your hair stick to your face, and in a strange and sudden show of intimacy Bakugo softly moves your locks away from your eyes. Your gazes lock, yours desperate and tear filled while his scarlet hues show no signs of mercy, but rather a strange predatory hunger.

Your arms scrabble behind his head and on his shoulders for balance as he slowly sinks you down on his length. You hiss and throw your head back at the sensation of being filled, and he eats it up.

He watches the way your mouth opens, your eyes widen, as every sinful sound your body can make escapes you.

As if he needed more of an ego boost

You wail as the last inches are sucked into your dripping hole, and he lets out a mean breathy laugh.

“Fuck, you really were ready huh? I should’ve taken you weeks ago, little slut.”

Your brows furrow and you try to turn your face away but he snatches your chin in a hardened grip.

“Uh-uh, none of that shit. You were doing so well, don’t turn away from me now.”

He slowly starts to roll his hips minutely into yours, not exactly thrusting but enough movement to make your cunt flutter and throb.

“What do you want me to say? You got what you wanted!” You whisper to him, more tears falling down freely down your cheeks.

He can’t help himself, he groans and surges forward to lick the salty rivers up, gripping your ass tightly when you flinch.

“Tell me you love me. Tell me how much you want me, how much better I am than that green-haired bastard and I won’t shove it up your ass.”

You can feel his abdomen clench and shake from the effort he’s making not to completely batter your cervix so you give in quickly, afraid of what he’s like when his thin strands of self restraint snap.

“I...I love you Bakugo. I really want y-ooh!”

The last bit of your sentence is choked off as he lifts you up all the way to his tip and slams your hips down his length. You gasp and weave your hands through his hair for support, your legs violently shaking at the pain.

He grunts and starts really giving it to you, setting a fast pace as he bounces you on his cock. Your head is bobbing around, you’re fairly certain there’s drool coming down your lips but you can’t find it in you to care as he fucks you into oblivion.

After a couple of more painful thrusts he pushes you against the wall and removes your hands from his hair, holding them above your head against the wall. You’re trapped with your upper half plastered against the dingy tile while your lower half is wrapped his dick.

Your cunt swallowing him down is the only leverage you have, so your whole body weight presses down on his shaft. He moans loudly at the pressure on his tip, your gooey hot walls clamping around him from every angle and you yourself can’t help it when your eyes roll back at the sensation.

He rocks his hips up, and up you go as well, whining and clawing at the wall behind you, desperately grappling onto your sanity as well. Your tits bounce with each thrust, and his glinting eyes take perverse joy in their obscene movements.

Bakugo starts moving in earnst now, deeming the slow strokes enough prep for you. He batters your womb, reaching places not even your fingers could access, making you go cross eyed.

He sees this and snickers at your pathetic state.

“Fuck yeah you little whore. You’re gonna learn no one else can satisfy this slutty pussy like I can.”

You give him nothing but a choked gasp in response. You head moves like a bobblehead, you can’t even see clearly from the water cascading into your eyes. He’s just a towering blob of ashy blond hair and large muscles.

His hips start stuttering in their rhythm, drawing to a close from his contrasting pounding minutes earlier. Your nails rake over his forearms, holding on for dear life as he pants and groans into your ear like an animal. His dick spasms inside you for a second or two, and then Bakugo suddenly holds you tight against him, wet bodies pressed against each other as he cums.

He lets out a loud moan as you whine into his shoulder at the sensation of his hot seed filling you up. You’re held against his heaving chest for a moment of two, the both of you catching your breath until he slowly backs up and lets you slip to the ground.

It’s suddenly very quiet, the sound of the shower is drowned out by the ringing in your head. You’re shaking, shock overcoming your abused body as you refuse to look at him.

But he won’t have any of that. He steps forward, and you flinch yet again, scrambling backwards to put very necessary space between him and you.

“You got what you wanted. Please leave, I won’t say anything to anyone.” You breath out shakily.

He’s silent for a moment before you hear him chuckle. His low chuckles grow louder and more derisive, he’s booming with sinister laughter and you snap your head up in horror at him.

“You think this is done?”

He crouches to your level suddenly, elbows on his knees as he cocks his head at you, eyeing your naked body that he so recently claimed as his. His gaze travels down to where his cum seeps from between your legs, and you quickly cross your limbs over to prevent him from seeing the lewd sight.

“You’re mine now, Y/N. I already told you, you’re not gonna be talking to Deku, or any other guy apart from me. You think they’ll even want you when they find out how you loved being fucked in the dirty showers? Everyone’s gonna call you a slut, nothing else.”

“No, that’s not true you-“

He crawls to you, and it’s so mesmerizingly terrifying to see a man of his build crawl to you like some deranged humanoid that you shut up, words caught in your throat.

“Shut the fuck up.” He says softly. “You’re my bitch now, and you’ll do whatever the fuck I say, when I say it.”

Bakugo might’ve felt a little bad to see the girl he liked so scared of him all because of his doing, but the way you trembled and crossed your legs like the stupid, helpless little girl that you were erased every hesitancy from his mind.

He grabbed your cheeks and smushed them together, paying no mind to the pleas and whimpers you let out in retaliation.

Licking a long stripe up your neck, you shivered when he growled, “now clean up and be outside in 10 minutes, you’re sleeping in my bunk tonight. The guys are all asleep so we’ll just take an empty room in the cabin.”

He released you and stood back up, grabbing a towel for himself along the way. Drying his hair off, his back was turned to you as he started picking his clothes up too.

You just sat there in a daze, wondering what the hell just happened.

“Oh, and Y/N?” He was dressed, and he was at the door now.

“If you think about doing anything stupid or take longer than 10 minutes, I’ll come back in and get you personally. And I’ll make sure that we stay here for the rest of the night, just in case you like your little time alone that I’m giving you too much.”

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[lolita-lollipop]

Hi hope you’re having a wonderful day! Could I please get a bnha coraline au story. So like y/n has had a pretty bad life like a whole bunch of stuff and now they have to basically parents their own parents at the age of 15 cause they’re lazy alcoholics who just go to work come back and drink. One day after they move in y/n gets curious and finds explores around the house while they’re alone and discovers the door to the other world and meets their dream parents. The parents are aizawa and present mic who just genuinely love the reader, they don’t want to take readers soul that just want to help them. They have a sister eri and a brother shinso and when reader tries to leave they all beg and threaten reader not to leave cause “your parents never cared for you anyways” and “we’ll love you more then they ever would” and force reader to be the new baby of the family gender neutral reader if possible, please and thank you ( 03^)~💚

YANDERE CORALINE AU ERASERMIC FAMILY X READER

GN READER

-I do apologize if you wanted a shorter work, because this ended up being kinda long, sorry!

-there are a few grammar and spelling mistakes here and there, this is unedited, I will fix them :)

(I don’t know if you actually wanted the reader to be treated like a baby, literally like an infant, or just like the youngest in the family, I needed up doing the second option, tell me if wrong.)

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You hummed a tune as you wandered the hallways, your footsteps dragging, you had tried to tell your mother to drink some water and put the strong bottle of vodka down before she ended up killing herself. She yelled at you, told you to “shut the hell up ya damn brat”, god knows where your father even is. It had only been a day or two in this house, and they had already made it feel like a prison for you, oh my, A SINGLE DAY.

In all honesty the house was nice, old, yes, but still nice. It seemed as if the last owners hadn’t been here for hundreds of years, let alone clean the place, as all embellishments on the walls were antique styled, and everything, I repeat, everything, was covered in dust. There were a few different pieces of furniture that looked as ancient as the neighbors, including a dresser filled with a different articles of clothing, a few dusty chairs here and there, curtains clawed away by... something, and little tables with droors filled with little trinkets.

One room in particular was exceptionally creepy in your eyes, it seemed like a child once slept there, probably long dead by now, the walls were covered in a striped floral wallpaper, chipping at the edges, various stuffed animals that hadn’t been touched in ages, what looked to be a changing table, and a smaller sized bed placed in the middle, fitted with dusty purple bedsheets, probably that color because of the gathering dust, you sat down on the mattress, inhaling the scent of the room. It smelled oddly of lavender, not a musty mildew smell you were expecting. You spent a moment just finding comfort in the warm smell, before noticing a small dent in the wall behind what you thought could be a changing table. Almost looked like... a tiny door?

“What the heck is that?” You questioned or yourself, narrowing your eyes at the wooden frame that looked like a small threshold, cautiously standing up form the bed, and making your way over to the door, you struggled to move the large piece of furniture, pushing back gains the groun and shoving it out of the way. It was indeed a door, and it was indeed tiny. There was a small cobweb strung across the mass of it, which you batted away with your little hands, pulling at the doorknob a few times to reveal the fact that it was locked, you let out an exasperated sigh. Well... it’s not like you have much to do, might as well find the key.

Surprisingly, it hadn’t taken long for you to find the small, heart shaped key that fit the locked door, it was tucked into one of the white droors of the small table in the corner. It was the first place you looked, almost as if it’d been calling out for you. It only took a few moments for you to push the key into the lock and turn, you let out a sigh of relief when you heard the satisfying click of the lock opening. Wondering what was going to be on the other side, you pushed open the mini door, to reveal a tunnel of sorts... today’s just full of surprises isn’t it.

“Man this tunnel is lo... whoah.” You stood, still balled up in a crawli mg position, shocked at your own surroundings. Everything looked so... new, and polished, you stared Jan absolute awe at everything, literally everything. Where are you?

“Oh, honey you’re finally here!” A male voice rang out from behind you, immediately large hands were lifting you off the floor from under your arms, holding you like a baby, this guy cradled your head in his chest, no matter how much you squirmed, the iron grip he had on you did not loosen. You snapped your head up to meet his eyes, only to be met with buttons of such a piercing yellow it almost hurt your own eyes. A shrill scream left your lips, as you flung your feet back and forth in attempts to free yourself.

“Oh, oh right. I’m sorry , I should’ve been a little slower, it’s scary I know, you’ll get used to it I promise. I’m hizashi, your other father, re you alright?” He questioned, backing up a little to give you space, bringing his hands up to tell you he wasn’t going to hurt you, ever. You were usually a calm person, but given the situation, like some random person living in your house with buttons for eyes, the reaction was warranted. You breathed for a small moment, inhaling the even stronger scent of lavender that was oh so comforting, before standing back up, giving whatever this was at a chance of explanation.

“Who- who are you?” The question left your lips faster than tryouts could hold it in, he gave you a smile and walked closer again, booping your nose and once again pulling you off the ground. He was tall, slightly lanky, and his hair was a bright yellow to match his eyes, little dangle earring wee attached to his ears, you just stared in awe at the inhuman man who was holding you.

“Silly little thing! I just said it! I’m your other father, like your real father, just perfect for you! Dinners almost ready, so let’s go meet the rest of the fmIly okay bubs?” He questioned m, speaking down to you like one would a child, even though you are a fully capable human. He grabbed your hand, and gently rigged you off into some hallway, you slightly dig your feet in, staring back at the little door that got you here in the first place.

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“Honey, this is your reality, if it was perfectly fit for you! We love you, unlinke those scum who call your your parents, don’t your bat to be loved for once y/n?” He spoke, the two of you arrived at what was probably the kitchen, him explaining what was happening pretty thoroughly considering he had to do it in a few minutes, barging through the doors, a few other pairs of button eyes were scattered thievhiur the kitchen.

“Daddy! I helped bubba make dinner tonight!” A little girl, probably not even over the age of five, came running towards the two of you, smiling fully. She was sporting a pair of red buttons, which matched her little jumper, you had your face buried in this ma- hizashis chest, his arms wrapped around the entirety of you. He sent an exited stare towards the little girl, who jsut gasped and smiled even harder. She made little grabby hands towards you, so hizashi set you down on the ground, whispering a “time to get down” in your ear. Instantly, the little girl attached herself to your torso.

“Bubba/sissy!” She squealed, patting your stomach, as much as you would love to knock her off of you, she’s a kid, you don’t do that to kids. This young girl claimed to be your other sister, which at this point you were led to believe because apparently anything is possible at this point, she was pretty adorable.

“I-uh, yeah?” You spluttered, visibly flustered, you tried to get a grip of yourself, it was kindof odd, although the girl seemed much younger than you, the way she carried herself presented that she was much older than she came off, from the maternal glint in her eyes, to the planned movements, it just seemed... mature.

—————small time skip—————

It had been maybe an hour, you had been seated at a dinner table, quite the large one actually, in between a black haired man that you could tell was staring at you, and a purple haired teenager who looked to be a similar age to you. You sat there just kindof awkwardly trying to not touch any of them. At one pint. The purple haired guy tried to feed you, which was an unfortunate suprise because you were off in dreamland, and were ckmoemteky confused as to why he was even trying something like that.

“You’ll probably hurt yourself trying, just let me do it” he spoke, it is safe to say that this button eyed family is an odd bunch. First the woerd door, then a creepy guy tryna pick you up, then some little girl who probably wasn’t so little claiming you to be her “younger sibling”; then the offpdutirng glances front his beanbag guy, than this? What is happening.

Sooner or later, after the really odd display that was dinner had finished, and you had help washing your hands, because for some reason they thought you needed it, it was announced bettime, and with a snap of the man him you learned name was Aizawa, food was gone, along with all the dishes. If you were to be completely honest with yourself, you almost lied this, of course not the babying thing, but the fact that you weren’t cooking or cleaning or trying to snatch a bottle from your parents, it almost made you wnat to cry how perfect this family was. God how much you wished this was your own.

It’s sounds selfish, and unreasonable, but you never had a childhood, the day you were born your life was already sighted off as “servant of my own parents”, you lived them, you did, these people were so nice thiugh, they were odd, maybe a little quirky, but still jsut a perfect little family. Apparently one that includes you.

“ALRIGHT! time for bed!” The yellow haired man exclaimed, seeeping you and eri right off of your feet, holding you in his arms as eri giggled at the sudden swish sound. The two men on the other side of the large room cracked small smiles at the sheer adorable ness of the position, the two little ones of the family and their father! What a sight to see!

“Shhhhh, I think y/n is gonna sleep with us to Tonight okay eri?” Hizashi whispered to the young girl, loud enough for you to hear, she nodded and smiled one of her sickeningly sweet smiles, hr eyebrows raising before her button eyes. She motioned to be put down ‘, waving goodbye and latching her own hand onto shinsos, who also waved his hand.

“Goodnight daddy! And y/n!” From there, you walked alongside them to their room, or what you supposed it was. This was the first time you’d really talked to Aizawa, and it was pretty embarrassing because he asked if he was aloud to change you out of your day clothes. You were a little too scared to say no, so you let him, it was probably one of the hardest things you’ve ever had to sit through, and that’s saying quite A lot.

When all was done, you had brushed your teeth, and wrrrnchanged into a set of lilac pajamas, silken and slippery, you were pulled on top of the yellow haired man, who then wrapped his arms around your waist and started “shh-ing” you, patting your head while rocking back and forth slightly, the other man slipped in next splaying his arms over you, rubbing circles into your beck

Mans with that, the lights went out, and you fell asleep.

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From there, everything in your life changes, you wake up the next day in the dusty lilac bed, wondering if it all was a dream, so the next night, you go back, and the next, and the next, until you started to spend your days there. Playing with eri, or cuddling with either of the three men, or just having fun without any worries or cares int the world. By that’s when it all starts, they kindof... changed.

They became overprotective, it showed in some more than others, but it was present either way. Al you wanted to do was check up on your dad to see if he was still alive or not, and eri had a whole crying fit, begging you to stay, and telling you she’d die if you left.

“No no! You can’t leave me! I-I I’m gonna die if you leave! I’ll die, please don’t keVe I promise il be good!”

It took a little shushing from you, but eventually you convinced her you weren’t going to leave, and so she went back to her normal self. You were with shinso once, and walked near the little door, he had immediately blocked it as if you were going to do something, then scolded you for going near such a “dangerous object”.

“You shouldn’t. Go close to that evil little thing, it might hurt you m, I don’t want you to get hurt, so stay away from it”

And then your other parents, they didn’t let you do anything by yourself, scared you would run off and get lost in the maze of nothing outside. You can’t even mention your real parents, you’ve been down here for at least a week now and haven’t been able to check on them, so when you did ask to go back for a day, hizashi slicks dying up and told you to cut out the nonsense, while Aizawa bubbles in anger, telling you that they lived you ten times better than your parents Eve could.

“They don’t deserve you, they don’t love you, we do, they’ll never live you half as much as we do, we can protect you here, why would you wnat to leave?”

Ans so one day, when your “other papa” or Aizawa, tried to take the key from you and lick you in here, you had enough. These people were supposed to be perfect, instead they turned obsessive, little button eyes showing up everywhere, watching your every move, you had thought your old life was a prison, now look at this.

You turned back, checking to see if anyone was watching, waiting to stop you, before pulling the key out of your pocket, ripping the boarding off of the door, pulling the panels of wood off one by one, shoving the key into the black door knob, you were just about to turn it, when a voice rang out behind you, no longer was the sweet girl who you played trains with, in the stead was something else just In ther body, you could hear it in her voice.

“Where are you going? You aren’t trying to leave are you?” She spoke, you froze on the spot, hands moving faster, ymtrying to get the stupid door to unlock, before you could even blink, the key snapped in half, not in your hold, in another sudden figure, your other brother. You didn’t even get the chance to speak before be t down and ripped the whole door knob off of it, giving you a knowing glance.

“I told you to stay away from it, I told you didn’t I? Now look, it’s broken” he hissed, throwing the iron knob somewhere else, you knew that I’d both of the siblings were here, the two parents were sure to be here along with them, you were proven right, as a pair of black and yellow buttons popped up behind the Eric girl, carrryijg... what is that?

“Oh my god... OH MY GOD” you screamed, the heads of your parents were in these men’s holds buttons sewn over the eyes, blood seeping out of their decapiated necks, you reMiedn screaming as the heads were discarded, jsut thrown off somewhere else. You were lifted up off the ground in your crying state, hizashi a hands stroked your hair, while his other hand went and wrapped around your butt to support you up.

“We told you baby, we tried to tel you at least. Now there’s nothing up there for you, there was never anything anyways, your safe now... they’ll never hurt you again. You’re ours...

Forever”

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Tell me if you liked it, I can change things if you want:)

#coraline au #yandere erasermic #yandere erasermic family #buttons #tiny door #lock and key #shinsou hitoshi #shinso #erasermic #daddy erasermic #eri #yandere present mic #yandere Aizawa #yandere shinso #yandere eri

[scott-mccall-the-hot-girl]

my ultimate guide to thiam fic !!

( as a new teen wolf stan )

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the classic post war, long ass (multi chapter) fic !!with great development that genuinely made me laugh out loud, they have the best friendship in this & i love it very much. ( like theo teaches liam to drive and i just *happy sobs* ) a fundamental in thiam fanfiction !! all stans have probably already read it but if you haven’t this is in fact a threat ,, go show this vv iconic story some love !!

Airplanes - Captainmintyfresh

Summary: After the Anuk-ite and the hunters are dealt with Liam needs a break. Cue Theo and a road trip that Liam should know better than to think will be peaceful.

Not Rated, No Archive Warnings Apply, Completed, 43/43 Chapters, Words: 236,875 (236k)

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okay okay so this one is also post 6B !! but ,, now we introduce fighting monroe & the hunters again ,, so we get the boys & a new mission !! so if you like an intresting plot 11/10 would recommend !! just to be clear this ISN’T complete ,, if that turns you off i understand but definitely give this one a read !! it litterally have theo doing crossword puzzles & fighting zombies

Vacancy Signs - LovelyLittleGrim

Summary: Theo and Liam are in Manhattan negotiating a pack allyship when the zombie apocalypse breaks out. Now, the two of them have to find their way back to Beacon Hills without getting eaten by zombies or killing one another.

Rated: Explicit, Graphic Description of Violence, Not Completed, 15/17 Chapters, Words: 89,605 (89k)

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Royalty AU !! I REPEAT ROYALTY AU !! a fantastic au where i stan their moms more than i stan them !! genuinely so good at the childhood rivals to lovers trope !! i’m genuinely obsessed with this one. has made me cry more than once ,, hurts in a good way <3 the ending is just *chefs kiss* also one of the tags is genuinely: # theo and liam make bad choices for over 130k straight !! if that doesn’t sound appealing i don’t know what does !!

Artificial Love - songbvrd

Summary: Prince Theo and Prince Liam are forced to spend every Summer together from age five onwards. They hate each other, and usually find ways to make each other miserable as much as possible in their six weeks together. But when they're reunited because of intended unions as adults, things change. They're both supposed to be married to noble women, but neither of them is as interested in anyone else as they are with their childhood rival.

Rated: Mature, No Archive Warnings Apply, Completed, Chapters: 32/32, Words: 172,935 (172k)

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so if you are in the mood for a crack fic that’s not explicitally a crack fic this is for you !! okay so i’m really hit or miss with AU’s ,, sometimes i feel like they don’t quite capture the characters right but this story have the BEST dramatic liam i have ever seen in my life !! basically they all live in the same apartment building & it’s fantastic !! i saw this one floating around a lot but the summary didn’t really unrest me until i have it a shot !! so go read it rn !! also nolan & brett are genuinely fantastic and make me wheeze ,, LIKE ACTUALLY VERBALLY LAUGHING !! all i’m gonna say is that my fav characters are scott & the beetles but that won’t make actual sense until you read it !!

The Neighbors Song - TheodoreR

Summary: “I always hear you singing on your balcony every morning, but suddenly you’ve stopped?”

Or the one where Theo annoys Liam every morning with his awful singing until he doesn’t anymore and Liam is even more annoyed. Liam hates every single thing about his mornings -the fact that they happen in the morning alone is enough. The thing Liam hates the most about his mornings though is the terrible voice of the guy who lives below him. He can’t sing for shit and Liam tried to politely let him understand that by throwing flour and water on his balcony, and also by shouting it to him, you can’t sing for shit!, and then by writing it into a note he proceeded to attach to his door, but this Raeken guy just keeps doing it, every single morning, like a fucking rooster. Liam did nothing to deserve this. He probably didn’t do anything to deserve better either to be fair, he doesn’t expect to open his window and be welcomed by some angelic voice singing him good morning, he’d just be happy with nothing. Silence. That’s something Liam can appreciate in mornings. Just some bark from his dog and the sound of his misery and that’s it. But no, god forbid the new guy lets him have that.

Rated: Explicit, Creator Chose Not to Use Archive Wanrings, Completed, 8/8 Chapters, Words: 42,814 (42k)

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me: i’m not a big fan of AU’s ,, proceeds to talk about ANOTHER au… OKAY BUT THIS ONE !! it’s not complete but the author has been updating regularly ,, vv slow burn !! but in a REALLY intresting way !! i lOVE LIAM IN THIS SO MUCH ,, he is such a diaster of a person and it’s wonderful !! they have a great dynamic & i’m sucker for general puppy pack content ( and erica reyes being a badass ) !! also theo plays lacrosse in this & i really like it ahhhhh ,, also liam is just being an artic monkeys stan the whole time & theo is like *que confused repressed gay noises*

Inglorious Roommates - honeyscape

Summary: A roommate is defined as “a person with whom one shares a room.”

Theo would say a roommate was more along the lines of, “The person who's the bane of his existence. The weirdo that sleeps for days. The spaz that exercises at 3am. The guy with a revolving door of annoying friends. An insufferable human being that Theo has no control over living in his room.”

Example: Theo hates his roommate Liam.

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okay okay i hate myself but i have another WIP for y’all !! this one is jUST FANTASTIC. i’m genuinely so upset it’s most likely not going to updated again *incoherent screaming ensues*. for this story ,, it’s very theo-centric bUT thats bc it ends right before liam becomes a concrete member of the story !! ANYWAY: basic plot = theo & acquiring not one but two children ,, so #dad theo but he is still crusty & homeless and i love him very much. it’s just so GOOD !! just read if you want to experience my fav theo coming out story & him etching high school musical

Look who's talking - Captainmintyfresh

Summary: Theo had been labeled many things in his life. Evil, failure, monster. He'd never thought Father would be one of those things but as he looked across the table to a six year old with blue smears of bubble gum icecream across her face trying to coax the first words out of her sister. Finger jabbing towards Theo's face as she repeated 'Daddy' again and again he couldn't bring himself to dispute the label.

(Theo accidentally adopts two young werewolves)

Not Rated, Creator Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings, Not Completed, Chapters: 16/?, Words: 48740 ( 48k )

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so here me out: post-canon ( poetry like angst ) summer get away !! just the boys doing cute little domestic things together whilst pining !! theo’s guilt in this is just so powerful & aGjffkgkkfkvkdlv !! i think it’s so interesting to see how they interact in this one, it’s just very heart warming !! and it features one of my favorite niche teen wolf tropes of theo being great with like seven year old girls- it’s just so good ,, very much a wonderful little one shot that just makes your heart happy.

(next time i see you you'll show me) a hundred different ways to say the same things - cherrysprite

Summary: “...You deserve good things,” Liam says eventually. He makes sure not to look at Theo even though he can feel his eyes turn on him. Somehow he can already tell that Theo doesn’t believe him.

Liam instantly makes that the goal of this summer - making Theo believe him.

Rating: Teen and Up, No Archive Warnings Apply, Chapters: 1/1, Words: 28875 ( 28k )

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okay so this next section of fic recs is a bit different !!

two of my favorite authors !! and a compilation of fics i’ve read by them both !!

for context: these two have written some genuinely gorgeous fics, like pure poetry, they explore the real gritty & scary side of our boys relationship in such a wonderful way. they’ve both used some of my favorite tropes & i love them very much !!

whenever i need something soothing but so genuinely intresting & enticing these are my go to !! ( also they both write a lot of good nolan angst & some vv good fics with hayden )

go check out:

eneiryu

as well as fallingforboys

here are some of my favorite fics by them ~

darling i want you here in my arms (kiss the pain away, i know you can) - fallingforboys

even before you touched me, i belonged to you (all you had to do was look at me) - fallingforboys

memories linger like tattoo scars (but your touch on my skin is just as permanent) - fallingforboys

skin, bones, a stolen heart, and an ugly creature lurking underneath -fallingforboys

i don't know how to breathe in the place i called home - fallingforboys

whisper your gossamer truths into the shadow, maybe you'll find the answers you're searching for - fallingforboys

between the mountains and the valley we built a monument to our regret - eneiryu

cracked the hinges of the cage and waited for you - eneiryu

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okay and finally: since i am a self centered whore

my own fic: an rendition of the # elevator scene

it’s basically my version of post canon if we did get the kiss in the elevator. we got a classic liam pov in which he is has 12/10 for extreme bi diaster energy even whilst being shot at !! so go him ig…

Fuck Off, Fuck This & Fuck It! - nefelibata_peach

Summary: Liam thought to himself heart rate climbing, they were bound to be dead by morning. So he thought with everything but his brain and he kissed him.

Where Liam Dunbar is very confused, slightly traumatized, and just a bit scared but hey, aren't they all! Bad decisions ensue as two boys fight in a war they never did sign up for.

Rating: Teen and Up, Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Chapters: 1/1, Words: 3558 ( 3k )

#this took me so long #please go read these or i’ll cry #fan fiction #fan fic recs #teen wolf fic recs #thiam fanfiction #thiam fic recs #thiam #theo raeken #liam dunbar #theo x liam #teen wolf fandom #teen wolf gay #teen wolf #ao3 #fuck you fuck this & fuck it #thiam fanfic rec #thiam fanfic #thiam is endgame

[nitewrighter]

for the teen Titans ficlet thing, I don’t suppose you could do “there was only one bed” for robin and starfire?

*slams fist down on table* STARFIRE IS THE BIG SPOON.

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"I think you are overacting," Starfire said, her arms folded across her garish tye-dyed nightshirt.

"Overreacting," Robin corrected, adjusting the waistband on his sweats as he stepped out of the bathroom, "And--I'm not. I've slept in lean-tos in the Alaskan hinterland and in literal trees in the Virunga mountains. I can handle a hotel floor."

Starfire scoffed. "You are being ridiculous! It is a bed! There is room for two! Plenty of my people sleep in Tesh'li!"

"Er..." Robin gave her a blank look and Starfire seemed to realize that that word hadn't translated over.

"Uhm..." Starfire's brow furrowed for a few seconds as she struggled for the closest english equivalent, "Tesh'li are like... clusters? P-piles? It is very common for families."

"...Tamaraneans sleep in piles?" Robin's brow crinkled at the mental image.

" Tesh'li. 'Piles' implies gravity is a strong factor in the composition of bodies," said Starfire.

"...right, floating..." Robin said quietly.

"The whole team had a big Tesh'li in that cave when we had that mission in Markovia!" Starfire said, clearly frustrated, "Beast Boy turned into a grizzly bear and Cyborg turned off his cooling systems to share body heat! You and Raven even shared your capes! Why is this worse? Am I worse?"

"It's not worse--I mean obviously you're not worse-- it's just---when it's just two people--" Robin drew in a tense breath through his teeth before slumping his shoulders, defeated. "It's like... an earth... thing."

"I am aware that earth has many things," said Starfire, clearly not satisfied with this answer.

Robin sighed.

"Oh!" Starfire perked up, "It is one of your earth intimacy hangups! Because large portions of your population spent several centuries convincing yourselves that your natural instinct to be close and reproduce were affronts to your creator deities! And that still lingers in your cultural practices!"

"Uh..." Robin didn't really have a response to that.

"I have been reading the Earth histories," said Starfire, a little smugly.

"That's great," said Robin, meekly.

“Well it is not like any of ‘the funny business’ will be happening,” said Starfire, using the finger quotes around the words ‘funny business.’ Robin really regretted letting Beast Boy teach her how to make air quotes with her fingers and that she had only been getting better at figuring out when to use them. “But I will respect your cultural practice and let you sleep on the floor, even though that is dumb and a little gross and you will wake up with the aching back.”

"You sure are a diplomat, huh?" said Robin, drily.

“Mm-hmm!” Starfire nodded.

This was supposed to be a victory in the argument for Robin--since Starfire was recognizing the boundaries he was laying out, but who was he laying them out for if she didn’t care about them? Himself? Alfred had made a point of bringing him up to be ‘proper’ and ‘gentlemanly’ (perhaps to make up for some shortcomings with Bruce) but Robin’s own childhood in the Circus was closer to what Starfire was describing--the performers spent so much time traveling and setting up and breaking down the circus that they had to catch sleep when they could, sleeping in piles, often with little regard for gender or age. He remembered sleeping splayed across his parents’ laps when he was small, or with his cheek smushed against Samson the Strongman’s bicep, or even in the pile of poodles, borzois, and border collies that made up the act of ‘Rivka’s Fabulous Tumbling Dogs.’ Sometimes he would even wake up with white greasepaint smudged in his hair from sleeping on one of the clowns’ shoulders. But now here he was, feeling like a bit of an idiot as Starfire pulled some sheets off the bed and the extra pillow and handed them over to him, before plopping down cross-legged on the bed herself and turning on the hotel room TV. 

“Did you want to watch something?” Starfire glanced at him.

“I’m fine with whatever you want to watch,” Robin shrugged.

Robin took the uncomfortable wooden chair next to the too-small hotel table where their mostly-eaten one-half pepperoni one half pineapple-anchovy pizza sat. Starfire quickly flicked through the channels until reaching a public access channel where a reindeer bellowed on the screen.

“The noble caribou,” the narrator spoke, “A proud fixture of the tundras of the north that have roamed these grass-covered polar deserts for thousands of years.”

Robin gave a glance over to Starfire who was lying on her stomach on the bed and kicking her feet back and forth, her chin in her hands like any preppy teenaged earth girl watching her favorite low-budget cringeworthy high school drama starring 29-year-olds.

“But this is not a story of the caribou, no we will focus on a friend who has been here even longer,” the camera panned down to a caribou gnawing some knotty, netted-looking substance from the ground, “That industrious, unsung hero: The lichen. This is... Life of Lichen.” 

“What happened to ‘World of Fungus?’” Robin tilted his head.

“You remembered?” Starfire perked up.

“I mean it’s your favorite,” Robin shrugged, “Or I guess this is your new favorite?”

“Life of Lichen is the sequel!” Starfire said excitedly, “Technically it is the third sequel. The first was ‘Our Friend the Algae,’ the second was, ‘World of Fungus’ and now it is ‘Life of Lichen!’ Because you need both algae and fungus to create it,” She paused a bit, “I can... change it if you prefer something else though.”

“Nah I kind of like it. It’s calming,” said Robin, “I used to only research stuff for like... missions and investigations... it’s nice to just... be interested in things.” He craned in his seat a little to see better.

“There is room,” said Starfire, scooting herself over, “You can see better here.”

Robin paused for a few seconds, then got up and took a seat on the bed, propping some pillows up against the headboard for himself to lean against. 

“While lichen bears superficial similarity to moss, there are many differences, the first starting with composition. Mosses, of course, are plants, while lichens are composite organisms, there are over 20,000 known species...” The documentary narrator continued talking as the camera panned across a rainbow of lichens on the side of a rock and Robin found his eyelids drooping, 

He could have sworn he only rested his eyes for a few minutes when he suddenly startled awake. Most of the hotel room lights were off, save for the bedside lamp, the credits were running on the TV and the previews were next week’s episode were promising to delve into the exciting world of lichens growing on trees, as opposed to this episode which mainly featured lichens growing on rocks.

“Starfire?” Robin said, his voice hoarse with sleepiness.

“Mm?” Starfire was already turning around and fluffing up her pillow, the faint green glow of her eyes creating a low spooky light in the room.

“The floor’s kinda gross,” said Robin.

“The floor is indeed gross,” said Starfire.

“Is it cool if--”

“It is very cool,” said Starfire. She reached and got the pillow he had on the floor next to the bed and passed it over to him.

“Alright,” Robin got under the sheets. Maybe he would have found more energy to be flustered about the action if he hadn’t been lulled by an hour of a husky British accent talking about lichens. Starfire seemed to be respecting his ‘earth intimacy hangups’ and slept on her side with her back to him.

“G’night,” said Robin.

“Sleep well,” Starfire’s voice was half muffled into her pillow as he turned off the bedside lamp.

It didn’t take too long for Starfire’s breathing to go slow and rhythmic, but Robin was still staring at the ceiling. 

God, I made that weird, he thought, Why did I have to make such a big deal about sleeping on the floor? I mean I literally was repeatedly saying it’s not a big deal and it wasn’t but now it’s a whole thing. What if she thinks I don’t like her? What if she knows I like her but she’s really pushing the alien thing so we don’t have to address it? No that’s awful, she wouldn’t do that--earth means too much to her to do that. That was shitty of me to think. ‘Earth Intimacy hangups.’ I don’t have earth intimacy hangups. I should probably let her know that it’s probably not cool to tell people they have ‘earth intimacy hangups’ right to their face. I’m cool with it though. Because I don’t make big deals of things. I mean it wouldn’t be a big deal to sleep on the floor. Oh god I’m obsessing over this. 

He turned on his side so that he was facing her back in the bed. He stared at her, watching her shoulders slowly shift with her breath. He tried to match the pace of his breath to hers. 

Tesh’li, huh? he thought, and he felt his eyelids get heavy. He imagined a distant world with high-ceilinged palaces, and a family sleeping in a pile on a heap of luxurious cushions and circular futons, one of their two daughters hovering upside-down just above them. His eyelids slowly slid shut, Doesn’t sound so bad...

He woke up at 2 in the morning drowning in hair.

Starfire was hovering about a half foot off the bed, half the blankets hanging off of her, still in that same ‘lying on her side’ position, though now angled so that the majority of her hair was piled directly on Robin’s face. Robin sputtered quietly, pushing hair out of his eyes and mouth and flinching hard as he realized Starfire was floating.

“Star-pft-fire?” he whispered hoarsely, still pushing hair from his face.

“Robinnn... Kan’ah peq lor-faon eshdarm...” Starfire murmured in Tamaranean.

“...What?” Robin said blankly before she dropped back down onto the bed with a bounce and a loud creak of mattress springs, still dead asleep. A cat-like snore escaped her as she readjusted herself in the blankets. Robin breathed in a steadying breath, coming to terms with what he had just seen and how it was all perfectly normal what with Starfire being an alien. Then he repeated that last mental sentence back to himself and wondered how long ago this work had claimed his sanity like it had claimed Bruce’s. He didn’t have long to dwell on that thought, however, as Starfire turned over in her sleep, wrapped her arms around him, and pulled him close, her alien strength moving him with the same ease as she might grab a stuffed animal.

“Star?” Robin whispered again as her arm snaked over his chest. He felt her body pressing into him from behind. His face was burning. 

“Hmm... Wurul tai horqarr, Silkie...” she mumbled, squeezing Robin close.

“Er.. Star--I’m not--Ggk!” Robin winced a little at the tight squeeze, wondering for a few seconds if he was going to get a broken rib,  but then Starfire seemed to nuzzle her cheek against his hair and her grip relaxed with a slight sigh.

Her hair was still enveloping him in a river of orange. She was warm--warmer than any human he could remember, and being in her arms felt like that almost- too-warm that’s perfect for dozing off while reading on summer afternoons. She smelled like ozone, and Lapsang-Souchong tea, and fresh-cut citrus. He wondered how he smelled to her. If he smelled like a memory of another planet. He listened to her breathing for a few minutes longer, as the warmth of her sank into him. He felt the exhaustion he always felt like he was barely outrunning catch up to him again, but here he was willing to let it overtake him.

Maybe I should wake her up? I mean... alien strength... don’t want to get crushed if she has a weird dream or something. Probably the smart thing to do, he thought.

“Zontar-ha peq lor-yuur’vyn...”  Starfire murmured in her sleep and readjusted herself against him again, her body curving around him. 

Eh. There are worse ways to go, he thought as he closed his eyes.

#dickkory #dc #teen titans #I loved hearing Kory speak Tamaranean in the show--it sounded almost klingon? In a good way #...ironically I'm talking about the live-action trainwreck and not the 03 show there #anyway cuddling: we should all do more of it #robstar

[pughpughpughbitches]

Childhood Crush to Celebrity Crush

Florence Pugh x Reader

Idea by @ideas-for-you-to-adopt .

TW: none, just fluff… , Word Count: 1,252

(Y/n) was in a band that was just getting big thanks to their new single ‘Still Not Over You.’ It’s a song about not being over one’s childhood crush. It was relatable to so many and quickly became a chart topper. That led the band where they are now. (Y/n), Steve, James, and Sam talking about the single that was taking over the nation in a live studio audience interview. They were honored and excited, and the boys were pretty excited to spill the tea on (Y/n) true intent on writing the song. Sitting down before Jimmy Kimmel, it wasn’t long before the four were asked about it. “So, I heard (Y/n) is your designated song-writer? If that’s true, then, (Y/n)… What was the inspiration to your song? Everyone wants to know!” He said as audience cheered to emphasize his point. This made the three boys blush as their only female member turned red in the face.

“Jesus, Jimmy,” (Y/n) exhale as the boys stared at her with gigantic, shit-eating grins on their lips as they waited for her to answer. They could already tell she was nervous by the red tint on her cheeks and by the fact she quickly took a sip of her water. “I swear, these boys are going to torture me after this. Okay, I tried to keep it gender neutral because I know that there are listeners that are into people that might not share the gender of my crush. I’ll start there. My childhood crush was and still is a girl. Is that a good hint for everyone in the crowd?” The sound of cheers made (Y/n) feel confident in her answer, a hand pressed to her chest to calm her nerves. Jimmy quickly noticed this, grabbing her another water from behind his desk, passing it to her. Something she accepted greatefully.

Drinking more of the water, she glanced at James who cleared his throat. Obviously, he was going to expose her some more. Something she was not prepared for. Especially know how quickly social media would figure it out. “Here’s what I know about her, Jimmy. They’re childhood friends, obviously. She crushed on her since they were kids, like the songs entail. They pretended to be married, again, in the lyrics. But, here’s what you don’t know. She is in the industry. The filming one.” He said with a smirk as everyone began to go wild in the crowd and Jimmy looked at (Y/n) who turned a darker shade of red as she threw a glare towards her bandmate. His words and the glare caused Jimmy, Steve, and Sam to laugh loudly as (Y/n) shook her head playfully at the boy.

Steve then decided to join in on the fun. “You know, I heard she really enjoys to cook. She does like these little Instagram stories that have her cooking so many different dishes. (Y/n), here, has attempted to make each one and has failed.” He teased, causing (Y/n) to nudge him gently. Steve laughed loudly at this. “Okay, okay… One more hint from me and then I’m done. Her laugh is infectious. Genuinely. They’re still friends and have FaceTimed, and when she talks to us, we all have a good laugh together.” Steve finishes, his band mates nodding in agreement as (Y/n) placed her head in her hands. She couldn’t believe all this was happening.

Sam rubbed his hands together as everyone looked at him expectantly. Even (Y/n) spared him a glance to see what he was going to say as the last one speaking on the matter. “Aw, shit, they took all the good ones. But, I have one better. She is a fantastic dancer.” He mentioned, leaning back as he winked at the crowd, hoping he tied it all together, working with Steve’s mention of the Instagram content. The crowd seemed to be searching frantically on their phone now as the interview time came to an end, leaving (Y/n) there to smile sheepishly as she waved goodbye. She knew this was going to happen, but it didn’t make it any less scary. Now, Florence was going to know about the crush she had on her since they were six, playing in the sandbox. Now, Florence was going to know she lied when saying she had a crush on Justin in their last year of school.

(Y/n) wasn’t mad at her band mates either. She knew it was going to happen and if she told them to stop, they definitely would. However, she really did think they would use less detail. It wasn’t going to take Sherlock to guess who her very obvious celebrity crush is. It seemed like people were already on top of it as her phone dinged with messages from Florence. However, she avoided the texts, not wanting to talk about it until she had the right words. And, who knew when that would be. She wanted to be ready. They were flying back to England tomorrow, so she would rather wait and talk about this in person. Even with the spam calling Florence was now doing, causing her to turn her phone off. Sighing, she ran a hand down her face. “Hey, sorry if we went to far out there. If we did, please feel free to tell us and we’ll clear the whole thing up.” Steve said with a gentle hand on your shoulder. He was always a gentleman.

Smiling softly at his words, (Y/n) shook her head. No, they didn’t go to far. It was her song that exposed her. Her band mates just gave her a teasing push. Steve’s phone went off and he looked at it confused. “Hello, Florence?” (Y/n)’s eyes widened at the name Steve spoke of before turning the corner to escape it. “Oh, no. I think she is doing something right now. Maybe she’ll call you late.” She heard Steve, smiling thankfully at the save. Sighing, she got in their shared rental car, heading towards the hotel. Tomorrow, she was going to go to Florence’s and face her properly. (Y/n) promised herself that as she attempted to go to sleep before she had to.

The next day, she read through messages of people guessing about the celebrity crush. Some said Elizabeth Olsen, which was not too far off. They did both star in Marvel movies with Scarlett Johansson, after all. Plenty of them connected the dots though, already making edits and publishing photos paparazzi got of Florence and (Y/n) hanging out on several occasions. Boarding the plane, she rubbed her temple. She was still unsure on how she was going to approach Florence. However, she did have a long flight to think about it as she switched her phone to airplane mode, resting her head on Sam’s shoulder. Sam was honestly the closest to her since Steve and James were often in their own little world. She didn’t mind though. They got along well, and she enjoyed his snarky comments on the two being dinosaurs. Or the fact he joins in with (Y/n) to tease them of their obvious crushes on each other.

As the plane landed, (Y/n) found herself not wanting to get off the plane. Maybe she would confront Florence tomorrow. “(Y/n)!” Whirling around, (Y/n) came face to face with a very annoyed Florence who obviously waited on the plane. So, maybe she’ll actually confront Florence now. “It’s rude to ignore someone, you know?” The girl looked over her best friend before kissing her deeply, Sam, James, and Steve cheering for them loudly on the sidelines causing (Y/n) to flip them off as she kissed back. “You’re not forgiven for ignoring my texts or calls unless you join me at my place for dinner tonight. Now, let’s get you home, I’m sure you’re all ready for a nap at least.” Florence took (Y/n)’s hand, taking her out of the airport. (Y/n) grinned to herself, reminding herself how much the song changed her life. Now, she didn’t only have a top song, but the girl of her dreams had just kissed her and hasn’t let go of her hand since she landed. Nothing would ever be the same for (Y/n) and she could thank Kimmel and her band mates for that.

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[fawnandshadows]

Heyyyy imma just drop off a small Elriel idea I had before I go to sleep

What if this is set before ACOSF, during the time when Elriel are just staring to realize they like spending time with each other. I imagine all the archeron sisters and the bat boys staying in the cabin for some days for solstice (probably in Acofas) and everyone’s asleep except for Azriel and Elain. Elain just wandered around the house aimlessly and stumbled into the kitchen where Azriel was cleaning after the party they held.

“Couldn’t sleep Elain?”

“How’d you know it was me?” She’d ask and he’d smile knowingly before averting his gaze down, seeing his shadows disappearing. He had a knowing look in his eyes which Elain did not quite understand

And then when she couldn’t sleep she’d ask him to tell her stories about his childhood and the life he had before and about illyrians and he’d fill with admiration and awe at her eagerness to hear about his story. So he rambled on and just when he’d finished his last story he saw that her head had dropped slightly, almost touching his shoulder. Her arms fell down her body, her left arm which was closest to him held out a hand and her fingers were an inch from his. As if she has reached out for him. That’s the moment Azriel knew he liked her…he just knew

That’s it. That’s the canon moment when Azriel fell in love, according to me. Sorry I always bombard you with such long asks, I hope you’re able to bear with me🥺anyway I wish you a pleasant evening, and all the best 🦩

Hello my Flamingo🦩Anon!!!!! PLEASE, never apologize for sending me asks!!!!! I adore you and your messages!!!! Send me every thought that pops in your head and I will still love it! I have just been a little busy these past couple of days, so I promise I will answer your other messages ❤️❤️❤️.

I’ve just been busy, and you’ve left me some lovely messages that I want to make sure I give them thoughtful answers 🥰. Please, don’t ever feel like you are bothering because I love chatting with you!!!

I LOVE THIS!!!

Hehehe I’ve actually had a very similar headcanon in the past!!! Ever since Elain said she wanted to see the tulips, I’ve always thought of her as a soul that longed for travel, and I’ve always just kind of thought of her as being a little curious by nature.

Once she’s settled in her fae life I think she would be so interested in the other courts and the other cultures…and I can definitely see her feeling comfortable enough with Azriel to ask. Maybe it’s when they are sipping tea in the garden, maybe it’s when he comes back from a mission and stumbles upon her in the kitchen and Elain finally has the nerve to ask him about where he went and what he saw…. And Azriel is happy to tell her. Usually nobody asks but Rhys, and that’s only because he wants to get debriefed…but no one really asks him what what he’s seen or his experiences.

I love this scenario you have given me so much 🥺. All of them alone in a cabin for the solstice is absolutely adorable and I may be taking inspiration for next years 25DOE 👀 and it melts me to think of Azriel cleaning up after everyone because he would. He knows that it would most likely be Elain cleaning up after everyone, but she prepared the meal and it just doesn’t sit right with him.

“How did you know it was me?” I’M SOFT BESTIE 🥺. Maybe it’s her scent, maybe his shadows whispered to him, or maybe he’s used to her footsteps that he’s memorized the sound of them.

I know he looked handsome in that moment, smiling and looking down and hiding his blush in his shadows — Elain told me herself!!!

He loves the questions that Elain asks because they are always so new and different. And he makes notes on everything she says, so that he plan his future mission accordingly. She’s never had Prythian version of Baileys from Winter? He’ll get some for her. What’s the most common flower in Dawn? He’ll find out next time he’s there.

And he can’t even remember what story he was telling her, but she suddenly became so restful and maybe her head lulls to the side and rests against his shoulder…and her fingers are just so close to his that he could reach out and touch her.

Now, my beautiful 🦩 anon. You must tell me. Does Azriel let her sleep on the couch and pull a blanket over her, or does he gently pick her up and place her in her bed?? 🥺

#anon #flamingo anon #🦩 #I have the best anons #I love them all 🥺💖❤️ #25DOE inspo #writing inspo

[ohheyitsokay]

Okay so I finally came up with a Soulmate AU request to celebrate your (very well-deserved) milestone! How about a soulmark au with poly frontier? I’m really curious to hear your thoughts on how everyone would handle having the same mark as four other people! (Aside from Will and Benny of course - so maybe everyone else has two marks while they each have one??) - Ghost

ghost, my first fandom friend, by biggest encourager of self-indulgent chaos... I sincerely hope you enjoy

warnings: this takes place "in" my poly frontier au, which means it's 18+.

and by in, I mean this is an au to my au, so just... yeah. you know what's happening.

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They knew, deep down that they were soulmates before the marks came in solid.

Even when there was just the faintest echo of shading, almost a bruise of a moment, they already knew.

Because the four of them, and Tom, had willing gone to hell and back with each other. They had felt the lifeblood bleed out of each other, and given their very breath to try to make up for it, sacrificed... everything, for each other. Not for their country, like the thought, and it wasn't even for the greater good that they survived - it was the men who's eyes found each other's across the fire that fortified their souls. And they'd been pushed and pulled and stretched together, and when only four remained, thoroughly broken and then healing together, they knew.

Months into therapy, each on their own, and a lifetime into tired phonecalls with quiet apologies, the tattoos solidified.

It was Santi who organized the dinner

"Can... can I ask you guys something?"

"A little late for that, don't you think?" Will’s words were without bite, and he sipped his drink carefully.

"Fuck off," he said begrudgingly, endearingly. "Your guy's... came in, too?" That part was false confidance, a thin veil over wild fear.

"Yep," Frankie's tone was matter-of-fact, satisfied. Glances and nods, they all... processed it. Benny swallowed the last of his drink and Frankie's knuckles ran over his thighs. Santi inhaled deeply before letting the breathe out slowly, trying to ignore the slight tremble of his hands.

It was messy, the soulmate talk. They'd been having it all their lives - the intricacies that even the world's most powerful governments still couldn't untangle. And Frankie and Santi each had two.

Will dragged his thumb through the condensation on his glass, looking involuntarily at his brother.

"I need to tell you guys something." Their heads shot up to look at him, and Benny almost laughed.

"There's someone else."

They were looking at him in blank shock, an appropriate reaction.

"Fuck."

"You know this... how, exactly?"

"Childhood friend. She got two, in college. Matches Will and me, the same as you guys. " Ben sounded almost giddy, his words making the chaos real.

"Mom hated it - was sure one of us was going to die or get our heart broken. But then we saw your guy's and -"

"Fuck."

"Yeah."

"Why didn't you say anything before now?" Frankie was mad. It was too much - it felt unreal.

"She said she didn't want to choose either brother, said it didn't feel right."

"Now we know why, I guess." Benny's hand ran across Frankie's shoulder, his attempt to make light of it all had been put aside.

"She?"

"Yeah."

Pope dragged his hand along his jaw, drink forgotten. There was a familiar glint in his eye, and Will knew he felt it too - like it or not, it felt right. Frankie would take longer to convince - he looked like he wanted to crack his head open and cook whatever was inside.

"You guys should meet her."

Catfish made a strangled noise, and Will couldn't help but kiss his temple.

"Whenever you're ready."

-

It took weeks.

Frankie went silent for ten days, ignoring calls and texts, before Will came home and found him on his couch.

They talked for awhile and it was nice, different than therapy. Not about being Delta, not about Columbia or cocaine, they talked about... you. About how you'd been Will's first love, since he was a pretend knight in shining armor, and you'd asked to be the dragon. About how he'd seen that same look in Benny's eyes when you'd been the only one to turn up at one of his high school shows. Their long talks, trying to figure out how to move on from their soulmate, how impossible it felt until they all met on the force. About how scary it was, for all these friendships to become something so... unknown.

And over chili, Frankie sighed, and agreed to meet you. Because of Will, he was already in love with you more than he'd admit even to himself.

-

They invited you over to Santi's for dinner, not wanting to cause a scene at a restaurant.

Benny hugged you the moment you walked in, crushing your nerves and your ribcage at the same time. Your hand cradled his cheek, a reassuring touch.

Then Will gently pulled you into his arms, harboring you against his chest. He asked questions into your hair, and you grabbed fistfulls of his shirt before you nodded.

The one they introduced as Frankie - Catfish - didn't touch you but he might as well have. He stepping into your space, looking right into your eyes, standing over you like he was as tall as Ben. His words were kind, and careful. His tattoos matched yours.

The other - Santi, Pope - dropped the package of farmer's market veggies he'd been holding onto the ground. Then he shook your hand, while the others shot him looks like he'd grown an extra head. You wondered if Will had texted you the wrong names - he didn't seem excited to meet you like they'd said. If anything, he seemed caught off-guard, like there was a confidance you had taken away. But his tattoos matched yours.

Your nerves returned.

Food helped, polite conversations melting into teasing stories and giddy laughter. They ate a lot, and you smiled when they shared bites with each other. Under the table Benny’s hand found yours, and squeezed before he got distracted. Above, Will touched your cheek and for the first time, you let yourself lean into his warmth.

And when you began to clean the dishes, something shifted. Frankie's hands ran over yours in the soapy water, and he seemed startled, but he shifter closer to you, both of you flushing as you sought the touch again.

Moments later you stumbled upon Santi looking at the stars when you took out the trash. It was flattering, that such a man would be nervous because of you. Standing on your toes, you kissed his cheek, and he pulled you into his arms, grab so tight you though you understood his fears. His palm held your head against his neck,, and you wrapped your arms around his broad ribcage. Will found you like that, and leaned against the doorframe, watching.

You felt like you were free falling, and you could tell they felt it too. It was a lot to take in, but no one seemed like they wanted the night to end. Trading stories and sharing glances, it dragged on and on, until Francisco caught you yawning, and coaxed the evening to a close.

By the time he succeeded, you knew, and so did they. Marks be damned - this was it.

-

Your first individual date was with Benny. It wasn't as easy as either of you expected - his own anxiety about the situation finally catching up to his excitement. He was a good friend, always had been, always would be, and you knew him like the back of your hand. Dating had been off-limits for so long.... it was going to take time to rewrite.

"I just... I love you. I love you all so much." Your Ben was always honest. It would've felt like a crazy thing to say, on a first date, but everything about this wasn't traditional.

"I love you too, Ben, you know I do." Your voice was quiet, trying to convey how strange this was for you, too, and he let out a long, slow breath. After awhile, air full of thoughtful silence, his shoulders relaxed and he smiled, soft and happy.

His rough hands found yours again, and this time, he didn't let go until he had to.

-

When you met Frankie for lunch, you felt suddenly shy. His dark eyes felt like they could see right into your heart, and you fidgeted, hoping he liked whatever he saw.

He talked like he knew you, and you felt like he did, a strange comfort in the chaos of your worlds. When your wrist bumped your glass he caught both, hand lingering on your skin as he ducked his head and pulled his eyes away.

Words came easier, then, and more and more, until suddenly you felt like maybe fate know what it was doing.

Frankie was thoughtful - so thoughtful and careful and kind, you watched him in awe, tempted to hug him without abandon. And he talked with passion, about your boys, how they saved him time and time again, and how he took care of them, when you couldn't.

You realized, as you kissed his cheek goodbye, that he was the one who helped change Benny's tire, so he could make it to your birthday party a few years ago. Footsteps already on the way down the street, your heart tugged, begging you to take one last look at his fluffy curls and steady eyes. When you turned back, he was watching you, hands in his pockets, and you wondered as you waved if it was too soon to say you were head over heels for Francisco Morales.

-

Dinner with Santi felt the most like a first date, of all of them. He was quick to flirt, but his eyes held yours, and his smile was perfectly crooked, and you knew he meant every word.

He told you information, rather than stories, rambling excitedly, one train of thought stringing into the next. When he realized his tangents, he flushed, wringing his napkin as he apologized.

"Don't," you shushed him, "Tell me more, please."

He was silent for a moment, pausing to drink you in, heart racing in spite of himself. And then he resumed, and you thought maybe you got it.

For years, he'd had loves all around him, but... you were his first opportunity to be romantic in a dramatic way, as intense as his heart had ached for, silently. It was lovely, watching him settle into his skin, and when he kissed your temple that night, it was a thank you, and a promise.

Despite all logic, the free falling and stumbling steps towards whatever came next, he made you feel safe.

-

It was a familiar grassy hill, you met Will on, one you'd climb to when you were teens who needed to talk.

He sat close - closer than he ever had - but enough away that you could move, if you wanted to. It was strange, talking about the others with him, seeing the relief in his eyes as your honesty poured out. Moments later, he matched it, and you saw that golden glow as he smiled.

"I'm glad, really I am."

You waited.

"But..." gently, you bumped into him and he looked at you, blue eyes questioning. "I know you, Will."

His smile grew.

"Could I... I want to kiss you." It wasn't really a question - and he held himself back, watching for your response. There was no need to add I want to kiss you because I've been waiting to, aching to. Since we were kids - let me kiss you first. Please. Both lf you knew what he meant.

You weren't sure who leaned in first, but his hands, grabbed at your cheeks, fingertips in your hair, and his lips were warm and soft.

It, all of it, felt like home.

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