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godnectar · 8 months

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Yandere himbo? >:)

・✶ ｡ﾟ𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐁𝐎 ;

cw: toxic behavior, bae's hot, oblivious and delusional asf, kinda manipulative, jealousy, violence, guilt tripping,,,, justifications + probably a big ass etc. ( inbox )

𖣠 YANDERE HIMBO who possesses a genuinely warm and friendly demeanor that, along with his looks, easily draws people to him. the pure, charming, and easygoing smile he usually wears making it extremely hard for others to suspect anything about his hidden, darker tendencies — reason why you didn't really made a big deal out of his sudden but innocent looking crush towards you and just felt flattered.

𖣠 YANDERE HIMBO whose loyalty absolutely knows no bounds once you two got together after countless of sweet, sincere compliments, some appealing winks, and a few wholesome dates. he's hopelessly devoted to you, willing to go to extreme lengths to ensure his darling's happiness and safety twenty-four seven.

𖣠 YANDERE HIMBO who's cheerful facade is fast to crumble the next second he perceives someone as a threat to your lovely, fairy tale looking relationship, no matter if it's because of one of your friends getting to touchy or just one of your relatives making a disapproving comment about your choice of a partner. even though, he's also quick to apologize whenever you get mad as the familiar, beefy arms that hold you at night get covered with scratches after he holds your acquaintances in a chokehold deep inside an alley hours prior. unsurprisingly, guilt overcomes you as soon as you glance at his pouty lips and furrowed eyebrows, pained by your anger over his instinctive jealousy.

𖣠 YANDERE HIMBO who as much as he lacks intelligence, probably also lacks comprehension for his actions' severity most of the time, leading him to justify some disturbing things such as his hostility, surveillance and obsessive keepsakes by saying it all comes from his undying love towards you, the light of his eyes.

𖣠 YANDERE HIMBO who genuinely thinks there's nothing wrong with what he does. sure, he might not be the brightest bulb in the box, nor the man with the healthiest mental state you'll meet — the latter being pretty noticeable, especially when you catch on the fearful stares some people send among all the praising others unawarely give — but at least he's trying his best at showing you that his... heart throbs only for his sweetling, right?

𖣠 YANDERE HIMBO who desires with all his heart for you to be as head over heels for him as he is for you, never giving up on trying to make you let down all of your guards to share his innermost yearns, fantasizing about an intense, exclusive and unique connection between you two where both seek to become the other's one and only.

"tell me how much you love me, my dear. need to hear you saying there's absolutely no one in your heart but me."

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yabakuboi · 3 months

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"Sooo..."

"Oh, god," Steve gusts, already rolling his eyes. "What now?"

Eddie, the bastard, just grins. Steve hates how smug he looks right now. It's practically nauseating, the way his smile curves up like an evil cartoon character, his dimples cutting deep into the softness of his cheeks. For all of the things Eddie does to make himself look scary and mean, Steve can only see the boyish roundness of his face and the brattiness in his big, stupid eyes, and it's all annoying.

It makes Steve want to bite him, but last time he did that, Eddie had complained for a solid week, even though he bites Steve all the time.

"Sooo," Eddie drawls again, grinning with all his teeth on display like some stupid shark. "A little birdie told me—"

"I'll kill Robin dead. I'll shave her fucking eyebrows off."

"A little birdie TOLD ME," Eddie shouts over him, practically singing now. "That you said that I was the best thing to ever happen to you."

"I'll shave her whole damn head."

"Oh, baby," Eddie swoons, theatrical and awful, his smile a mile wide. He's so goddamn annoying. "You looove meee."

"I hate you, actually."

"Sweetheart, baby, darling, love of my life," Eddie says, draping himself over Steve's back, pressing his cheek to Steve's and rubbing their faces together like a fucking dog. "You're a terrible liar. Because you really, really looove meee."

"Shut up."

"I'm the best thing that has ever happened to youuu," Eddie sings into Steve's ear, hot breath on Steve's neck, and Steve's back straightens at the feeling. He can feel the rush of blood on his face. Eddie is so goddamn annoying!

"Shut up, Ed, I swear—"

"Because, you love meee—"

Steve gives into the impulse, turns his head into Eddie's and bites the first thing he can get his teeth around, which happens to be Eddie's cheek. Eddie squawks and digs his fingers into Steve's sides, which makes Steve yelp because it tickles.

Fifteen minutes later when Robin walks through the front door, they're still wrestling on the couch, tickling and giggling and cussing each other out. They don't notice her at all, not even when she turns right back around and leaves.

#steddie #steddie fic #steve has cute aggression and eddie happens to be at his max cutest when he's being a lil asshole #robin and eddie are steve gossip group 2024 #shush mal #my fic #dribble drabble #my steddies

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cashmoneyyysstuff · 3 months

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shoto’s been staring at you for a good 5 minutes now.

you’d figured he was zoning out about three minutes in but then you looked up from your homework at him and he smiled at you, that cute little loverboy smile he does that have your legs feeling like jelly and has your heart push against your chest like it wants to escape.

okay so he wasn’t zoning out. then what is it ? did you have something on your face ? was he waiting for you to say something ?

"is there something on my face ?" you blurt out, already wiping at your chin and around your mouth

he blinks, registering your question and his eyebrows furrow lightly “no, there isn’t.” he answers curtly. reaching his colder hand up to pull your hand away from your face. you’re so much more confused now that you fail to realize he held onto your hand for a moment longer than necessary.

“so then why are you staring at me ?”

he lightly tilts his head to side at that, looking at you questioningly “ why should i not be looking at you ? does it bother you ?”

“wh—no no !” you sputter, he’s flipped the tables on you now “ i was just wondering what was up because you’ve been staring for..a while now” you trail off, suddenly feeling a little embarrassed. his eyes widen just a fraction and you think maybe you got it all wrong somehow and he was zoning out, but then he’s lowering his head in shame “i’m sorry, yn. i didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable with my staring..” he apologizes.

you’re frantic, shaking your head so hard you fear you’ll twist your neck and waving your hands hurriedly “ no, no, no ! it’s okay, sho ! you didn’t make me uncomfortable or anything !” you feel relieved when the tension on his face dissolves the slightest bit “ i was just curious, that’s all” you sigh, your arms fly back next to you because you feel like your sweating buckets and you really don’t want him seeing pit stains.

he hums like he’s thinking about something then suddenly a small smile breaks onto his face and you feel like you’ve been hit dead on by a semi truck. shoto todoroki’s ability to be so effortlessly pretty is and will forever be an enigma to you. “ i like looking at you” he starts “ whenever you do mundane things like studying, you always have this look on your face. i like it, i think it’s cute.”

okay, so turns he was out to kill you.

“ i-i do ?” he responds with a simple “mhm”. you feel like you’re sweating a lot more.

“oh.” is all you say. it’s all you can say because what the hell were you supposed to say ?!

shoto doesn’t look all that bothered by it, cool as usual, simply opting to keep staring at you. you fiddle with your fingers for a bit before you lift your head up to meet his unwavering stare “ i—uhm—thank you.” you whisper. he shakes his head “don’t thank me, you don’t have to. if you want me to stop, i can try to.”

he can try to. you feel like you’re losing your mind.

you’re way beyond flustered now. todoroki’s not a man of many words but when he does use them it throws you for a complete loop, you feel like you’re on a rollercoaster. “no that’s fine.” you answer meekly.

“you’re sure ?” you nod and he hums. “okay then, if you don’t mind.”

“it’s fine” you confirm, feeling your face heat up. “i like looking at you, too.”

you definitely like looking at the handsome smile that forms on his face from your words.

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elusivewildflower · 6 months

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Imagining Astarion with a lover who is terrible at spotting traps and he often has to physically stop you from stepping into danger zones. Like I’m talking either throwing his arm across your chest to halt you or wrapping his arm around your waist and yanking you out of harms way.

Each time you’re met with an increasingly annoyed and worried Astarion who berates you for not being more careful.

#Astarion #astarion ancunin #bg3 #maybe one day I’ll turn this into a fic idea #or perhaps a cute lil drabble

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ruenii · 1 year

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i had this idea where Tim has cuteness aggression and is just so bad at conveying it (well not like batman level but you get the point) that sometimes people mistake his cuteness aggression face as a 'im gonna punt you six feet under' face and tim is confused when his brothers or his friends get scared when he just wants to squish em cause they're sososo cute.

his family (except for dick and cass) doesn't know about this so they just think that 'oh god-- oh myfucking gofd-- tim is glaring at me again what the fuck-- what did i do???' and is just scared of what they did to cause tim, THE CALM ONE, to glare at them.

but tim is just:

tim, [on the inside]: awWWWW lOOK AT MY BABY BROTHERS!!! THEY'RE SO CUTE!! I WANNA PAT THEM ON THE HEAD!!! I WANNA SPOIL THEM I WANNA BITE THEIR CHEEKS LOOK AT THEM AWWWEEE I WANNA SQUISH THEM SO HARDD!! NO-- NO THEY WON'T LIKE THAT I HAVE TO STAY CALM!! ENDURE THE URGE TO PINCH THEM!! 🥺🥺

tim, [on the outside]: *glares at them like they just burned his entire supply of coffee and caffeinated drinks and disgust*

duke: did... did i do something--

tim: *clenches his fist*

damian: don't be such a coward, drake, using physical cues to convey your emotions are unbecomi--

tim: *walks out of the room*

duke & damian: ...

duke: oh fuck... did we make his mood even worse?

damian: surely drake hasn't been... affected by that *his body clearly shaking*

dick: don't worry timmy isn't angry at you guys :)

jason: i can hear him screaming what do you mean he isn't angry

dick: he's just... letting out some pent-up frustration..

#tim drake #dick grayson #jason todd #duke thomas #damian wayne #batbros #batkids #dc #batfam #suki drabbles #tim really wants to smush duke's cheeks and pinch them until its numb #i mean cmon #duke is a chaotic guy #of course tim would want to coddle him #and tim wants to stuff damians mouth full of marshmallows #he thinks damian would look liek a cute lil angry rabbit #dick knows tims behaviors #becos he too has cuteness aggression #tim has been a victim to many of his pinches and biting #jason is kinda scared but he shouldnt be #tim also wants to pat his hair and stuff him w food #tim w cuteness aggression ftw!!#tim: mrmfmrmrfgfh i wanna hug my baby brothers!!! so!!! bad!! look at them being so cute!!!! theyre so pinchable and bitable!!! T_T!!!#also tim: *screams and breaks the third punching bag this week while his family is staring worriedly*#basically tims POV is: squishy squshy cutesosooscutei wannaa squishmsmd #the batfams POV: angsty sad feels 'what did i do?' 'oh god he hates me doesnt he?' what do i do to make him not hate me :(((??'

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007reid · 8 months

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coffee caramels. spencer reid

this is my submission for the cm meet cute (or not) challenge by @imagining-in-the-margins ! i did VERY loose research on the stuff spencer sprouts off on because i am not our boy genius so sorry if there are any inaccuracies ':( this is my first time writing for spencer but i literally love it so much and i'd love to write more so plz flood my inbox with requests for him plzzz 😭

pairing: fem!reader x spencer reid

prompt: character sits next to a stranger in the theater, but the two end up bonding when there's a technical glitch.

warnings: slightly grumpy!reader and sunshine!spencer my fav trope <333 confident reader, reader makes the first move, spencer being a bbg and blushing a lot ;)) all the good stuff

word count: 2.7k

you arrived at the theater ten minutes early, bee-lined to the popcorn section and asked for extra butter. you loaded your oily popcorn up with coffee caramels and chocolate-covered coffee beans and bought a large coke. you walked in the theater, confident and fully armed with enough caffeine to hopefully keep you awake during the entire thing. you have tape in your bag to peel your eyes open just in case things go south, but you're confident enough to believe that it won't.

because it can't.

"aelita," your professor had said on friday, "is a russian phenomenon, and it is one of my top favorite films. considering how you are all in a russian literature class, i can make the safe assumption that you are all interested in russian culture."

now, not only were you in a russian literature class as an elective like two-thirds of your class, you were also a russian literature and poetry major. how you ended with that major baffles you and there hasn't been a day where you wanted to choose another major, but there hasn't been a day where you weren't depressed about your poor decision-making either. it's a battle you fight every day.

"aelita was first screened in 1924, and this year, next week, there will be a worldwide re-screening of the film in its originality, no edits, completely authentic, except with added subtitles for those who need it, of course," this was when your professor got very stern. "i want all of you to go and watch it. if you don't want to, fine, but there will be an assessment grade on this movie. this is not optional. i believe that the content of this movie is very true to our..."

at that point you had stopped listening, because you knew what your professor wanted you to do, and you dreaded doing it.

two hours, silent, black and white, russian film with subtitles. and you have to hang onto the movie's every word.

not your ideal saturday night plans, but for your academic career, you were willing to take that leap; looking like a sore loser at the empty theater with black framed glasses on instead of getting fucked up in someone's bathtub. it's fine. the partying was all up to the business majors anyway.

when you walked into the theater, it was, understandably, vacant, save for a couple men and women with graying hair or bald scalps and bad backs. you were clearly not the target audience. none of them had snacks on them either, and you felt awkward being the one responsible for the strong aroma of butter and coffee that stuffed the place the moment you walked in. a gentleman coughed in his hanker-chief and flared his nostrils. you were intimidated already.

you tracked down your seat and decided to not let any of it distract you. you needed a good grade on this assessment. you had already bombed your previous test on the imperial era; you don't need another bad grade stacked on top of it. you're acing this test, no matter what, and you're going to absorb this movie so well that it might as well be your favorite.

as you waited for the film to start, you munched on several of the coffee caramels, the caffeine slow to kick in. you shrugged it off. there's a whole bucket of sugar to fuel you through the film.

in midst of biting into a shelf of a chocolate-covered-coffee-bean, you heard a light thud and a hiss, and the quiet muttering of "i'm good, ow." an old man by the stairs called out;

"you alright, son?"

"yes sir," the man said. despite being alright, he was limping to his seat, and you watched him attentively, for there wasn't much else for you to observe. he limped closer and closer to you by row, ticket in his hand and checking the letters on the rows. he stopped at your row, and then walked crookedly and settled down in the seat right next to you.

you chewed on your popcorn as you directed your attention somewhere else, your determination slightly deflated. the film was late into starting, but you were still going strong.

"oh wow," you heard the man mumbled next to you, and looked over to see what he was talking about, nosy. but he was looking at you.

"what?" you said indignantly, immediately dropping the oily popcorn in your hand and wiping at your mouth, feeling oddly self-conscious. but mostly irritated. you'd say you hid your whiplash pretty well when you saw how pretty the man was when you looked over at him. you were so smooth with it. "chocolate on my face?"

"what? oh, no," the man breathed out a small laugh. he's got a soft, shy voice that got your insides feeling like broken tomato bits.

"then what?" you demanded, but not too authoritatively because you didn't want to chase him away. you kept it cool and in control. totally. it was hard to find eye candy in quantico, and the last place you would expect to find someone so pretty is in the theater for a fucking silent film.

even though it was dark, you could still catch the bright blush that crept up the man's neck, but it might be because he felt hot under all those layers. seriously, he was dressed like your grandpa, sweater vest, tie, collared shirt and all, but it was tied together in some kind of way that made it work, and it was the way the man carried himself that made him look youthful in all those ancient clothing.

"nothing," he ducked his head away, "i was just talking out loud."

you didn't have to be sherlock holmes to know that he was lying. "you liar," you accused, wiping your hand even more aggressively over your face. "i do have something on my face, don't i? just tell me if i do!"

"you don't have anything on your face!" he said, an indecisive and uncracked smile playing on his lips. you grumbled and turned back to look at the screen, still waiting for the film to start, popping candy in your mouth. in was silent for a merciful while, until the man said, "did you know that dmitri shostakovich conducted the music for this film and during its first showings in leningrad since the film was silent he came personally and played the piano whenever the soundtrack would be playing?"

you hummed. no you did not.

"i was surprised when i saw you, you don't look over sixty at all," the man continued. you didn't know how to take this piece of information as a compliment or an insult. "whenever i come to these things, it's only me who doesn't have grey hair. well, some people dye it, which looks pretty obvious because you can't really hide age, y'know?"

usually you'd be annoyed. very annoyed, in fact, you'd switch seats to be away from the guy. but this one's got a nice voice, and the moment he sat down you caught a scent to him immediately, that old cashmere and cotton scent that comes from old, thrifted clothes that you'll find dug deep somewhere in your grandmother's basement or in vintage stores, and sugar cookies and mint and coffee. it's a good smell, is all. you weren't being creepy about it.

"i'm not over sixty," you assured him. "just scraping twenty-two."

"oh! i'm twenty-two too!" the man said excitedly. he had child's glee to him, which you found more endearing than annoying. you didn't know why. you didn't know why you were still sitting with the man instead of scurrying three rows away like you would have normally the moment any stranger tried to attempt small talk with you.

maybe you were a changed woman.

"how crazy," you mused. you didn't sound half as interested or excited as the man did, but he had most definitely got your undivided attention. you nature tells you to not show it.

"how did you hear about this movie? i tried to get some of my friends to watch it with me, but none of them were too interested...except emily, she's usually more interested because she can speak russian but she got plans this weekend," his face fell into a thoughtful frown at the end, and the clockwork in your brain started to turn at the mention of 'emily.' was that his girlfriend? special lady? you shouldn't be googling, then.

"my professor created an assessment for this movie," at the man's inquiring look, you explained further, "it's for my russian lit class."

his eyes shone like a fucking diamond at that, as if russian lit was the most exciting thing he had ever heard of in his life. you could tell that you were looking at the kind of guy who would decline a party full of seniors to go read a dictionary at home. "is that like an elective you take? 'cause it's a subject that fascinates me a lot, but the demand for it is so slim that--"

he was cut off by the movie finally starting and flickering to life. you turned away immediately, eyes focused and attention zeroed onto the introduction screen. screw the pretty boy for now, you thought, you might as well pack your things and go back to your hometown if you fuck up this movie's assessment. it needed your attention.

black and white and grimy, a pretty font wrote 'aelita, adapted by alexei tolstoy.' but as soon as the film started, the picture quickly collapsed, blurring and then fading into black. with the audience being so small, there wasn't much commotion but whispers of confusion began to arise as the lights began to bleed more yellow, lighting up the theater more. it was as if the movie was over.

"sorry folks," a voice came from the grainy megaphone above all of them. "some trouble with the tape. we are trying our best, but not sure of our luck. all tickets will be refunded if bought online or you bring your ticket to us for a mark so you can present your current ticket right now at the next showing. thanks for your patience."

you looked exaggeratedly around, and the man in the sweater vest next to you looked equally as disappointed.

"my professor is not going to believe me," you muttered under your breath, but the man caught it anyway and chuckled quietly. you looked down at your still full bucket of popcorn and your large coke. you glanced over to the man next to you, not too smart things lottering around in your head. you travel through the subway, and the ride to your street is not until two hours. you weren't going to spend it morosely eating popcorn in the waiting lobby.

"is emily your girlfriend?" you asked suddenly. there was no point in being shy. the man's mouth unhinged from his jaw immediately, and you stared at him. his cheeks quickly stained an innocent pink.

"what?" he squeaked, his voice a higher pitch, caught off-guard. "no! no, she-she's my coworker!" he sounded almost offended.

this took you by surprise. you didn't know people who were close to their coworkers existed. "so you don't have a girlfriend?"

the blush on the man's face kept getting brighter and brighter. you bit your lip to keep from smiling like a fool. with how endeared you were by him, it's strange to think that you don't even know his name yet. it was rare for you to really be so mindful and think such soft things about somebody, especially to a stranger.

you were a changed woman. but maybe it's because of the coffee caramels messing with your head. sugar and caffeine tend to do that.

"no," the man said, then cleared his throat. he was fiddling with his fingers, an obvious stim. "no, i don't have a girlfriend."

"sweet," you grinned, "then no one would mind if i take you on a date, would they?"

he choked and got engulfed in a coughing fit, bending over in his seat. the red of his sweater vest nearly blinded you but you patted his back supportively. when his coughing ceased and he sat back up again, his eyes avoided yours for a while as he fought to keep the redness in his face down before he looked at you again.

"so?" you raised your eyebrow. "the night doesn't wait, pretty boy."

the nickname just slipped out of your mouth, and you cringed at the weight of it. how out of pocket. you were going to go home and contemplate this conversation later. but right now, you were trying to take out probably the sweetest looking boy you've ever seen, and that was a more important matter as of.

"okay," he said, and that was that.

"okay," you repeated. "let's start with finishing this, yeah?" you looked down at your bothersomely big bucket of popcorn. "we can walk to the park and eat it and feed it to the ducks."

"actually, it's not safe for ducks to consume popcorn because it causes digestive issues especially if consumed in large quantities and disrupts their natural diet," the man recited matter-of-factly, blinking at you obliviously as if he just didn't acted like a fucking android. you huffed out a laugh. handsome and smart. pretty much a package deal.

"the popcorn will be just for us then," you promised, standing up. he followed suit, as a lone line of people started to exit the theater. "i hope you aren't a serial killer in disguise," you said jokingly, but not really, because that was a genuine threat. he laughed. it was a sweet, syrupy sound that you could soak up and not get sick of for a long time.

"that's ironic," he mumbled, and it flew past your head, you being too busy maneuvering out of the rows.

"what was that?"

"nothing," he smiled, bright and easy. the initial nervousness was already beginning to melt away. when you were side by side, his hand accidentally brushed yours and when you looked up at him, he was already looking another way, pretending to be distracted by the movie posters but the red in his ears and neck gave it away. you smiled to yourself and grabbed his hand, holding your bucket of popcorn in the other.

"i forgot," you said, suddenly. his head whipped around to face you, but not before lingering his gaze at your intertwined hands. "i didn't get your name."

it was a foolish thing to say, you were holding a man's hand and you were pressed up side-by-side against him and you don't even know his name. he smiled softly, though, like he didn't mind. "i'm spencer reid."

"i'm y/n y/l/n."

"hi y/n," spencer said. you exited the theater and he started slightly swinging your joined hands. you laughed, the popcorn and candy in the bucket rattling and threatening to spill but you didn't care. "i'm a little disappointed," he said, pouting a little bit, bottom lip jutting out. "i was excited for the movie."

you breathed out an incredulous laugh. what a guy.

"i wasn't," you said, honestly. yours and spencer's arms were still swinging, and you resisted the uncharacteristic giggle bubbling at your throat. "rather be doing this instead." unexpected date at the park with a pretty boy in a red sweater vest or a boring silent film? the answer sounded pretty obvious to you.

"hm," spencer hummed, amused. "i guess i can catch the movie some other time."

"you can catch it with me," you blurted, and it sounded too early to say. you haven't had a proper conversation with the guy yet, you didn't know what he does and how he is, you didn't know whether or not he has a cat or a dog or a parrot or a ferret or if his room is kept tidy or messy, and you didn't know how much you were going to like him once the night is over. asking for a second date when the first one hadn't even started felt like too much, but it also felt like the right thing to say.

and if it's right, it's good enough for you.

spencer smiled shyly. when you turned right on the street, he pulled you back by your hand and redirected you left. "let's go the scenic route," he said, casually, and you could tell by the magenta tinge in his cheeks and the way he was firmly looking forward, avoiding your eyes that he wasn't feeling as casual as he sounded.

"want some of my popcorn?" you offered, feeling the large bucket was burdening you.

"oh, no thanks," spencer said. "i'm sure the pigeons will appreciate it more than me."

"does popcorn ruin their digestive system and disrupt their natural diet, too?"

spencer popped a large grin. it sat beautiful on his pretty face. "you listened," he said happily, and it felt like a large airbag had just inflated in your lungs. "no, i think pigeons are too used to picking our food, especially those in the city," a long pause, and "in fact, pigeons have a stronger digestive system than most birds due to adaptation, but the strongest out of all of them are vultures, whose stomach acid are so strong it doesn't get sick e eating rotten and bacteria-infested meats."

you hummed. you wished you had paid closer attention to what he said, but instead you paid attention to the smooth sound of his voice and how nice it sounded. well. you'll get there one day.

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tetsuskei · 5 months

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haikyuu may have like 5 and a half people reading for it now, but i’ve decided in my mind ill keep supplying for those five and a half people <3

#gonna upload a lil kuroo drabble today #it’s winter themed #and a repost but i think it’s cute #thank you in advance to my five and a half ppl who will read it 🙏🏾#risu’s rambles ☆

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tengens-4thwife · 1 year

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way to go nerd — katsuki bakugou

a post-homework katsuki drabble(ish) for @ifonlyitwasmidnight ! in which katsu pays the reader to do their homework with something better than cash. (college AU) content warnings: smut, fem!reader, praise k!nk mixed with just a smidge of degradation because its katsuki???, public sex, marking, all characters featured are 18+ notes: please don't repost or translate! feel free to reblog & leave feedback! no proofreading/alpha/beta so I expect there are some mistakes! now playing: moonlight — THEY. banners/dividers: @cafekitsune

"You fucking nerd." Katsuki mutters from where he's reading over the paper you wrote for him in the student lounge. "This is actually good." It's late so the place is deserted except for the two of you, relaxing on the overstuffed sofa in the corner of the room, hidden from anyone who could walk passed by a massive bookshelf. At first, you weren't really sure about Katsuki. He was loud and kind of full of himself, but then one day he approached you while you were studying in the library and asked for your help with the homework for your history lesson.

"I hate this stupid subject, what do I gotta know about history for?" he grumbled, kicking back in his chair. "When I'm the number one hero they're gonna write these damn books about me—knowing history is for extras!"

You sighed. You didn't really have time to listen to him—but then he offered you a fat stack of cash in exchange for writing his papers for the rest of the semester. That was four months ago. Four months of quiet meetings like this, where he would lay back on the sofa, his muscular body stretched out as he read over your most recent essay. You're sitting on the floor with your knees pulled up to your chest as you scroll your phone, watching TikToks on your phone while you wait for him to finish.

You are absolutely not noticing the way that Katsuki's t-shirt has rucked up to reveal the deep v of his hips and a glimpse at his cut abs. Because that would mean you'd have to admit that the crush you'd been fostering was real. And that you were actually a little upset that after tonight, you'd have no reason to talk anymore. Katsuki sighs, sitting up to grab his backpack, tucking the paper you wrote for him away neatly. "Way to go y/n," he grins, and you feel your heart squeeze. There's just something in the way he says your name. "Thanks to you, I actually passed."

"Well," you said slowly, clicking your phone screen off. "you don't know that until you submit this one, right?"

"Guess so," he huffed, running a hand through his blond hair. "But you're so smart, there's no way that isn't at least a B."

You nod, but its tense. Now that you're looking at him head on you can't help but feel disappointed. You stand up to leave, grabbing your bag and Katsuki frowns.

"Where are you going?"

"Home," you say tightly. "That was the last paper for the semester, right? That means that we don't have any reason to talk anymore."

Katsuki blinks up at you, his red gaze filled with confusion.

"What the hell are you talking about? Are you stupid or something?"

"Didn't you just say I'm smart," you say, rolling your eyes and turning to go

"I know what I said y/n," he said hotly, standing from the sofa and grabbing your wrist. His hand is so big that it circles the whole thing, his fingers overlapping as he turns you to face him. You have to tilt your head back to look into his eyes. "But now you're acting stupid. Don't you know we're friends?"

"Friends?" you scoff. "Bakugou, you literally only call me if you want something." Katsuki's eyes narrow and the tips of his ears turn pink, his jaw clenching. "That's not true."

"It is," you insist. You don't know why you are goading him. Maybe because you want to prove to yourself that you'll be fine without Katsuki Bakugou in your life, and pissing him off is a sure-fire way that he won't come back asking for more homework help that will lead to months of you pining for him.

"Y/n," Katsuki rumbles, pulling you to his chest. "Since the fuck when do you call me by my last name?"

You swallow hard. Like this, you can feel his body heat. It would be so easy to stand on tiptoe, to bring your lips to his. But you aren't like that. He doesn't want you like that. He's just mad because he thinks he's lost his ticket to good grades for minimal effort—right?

While you're pondering this, Katsuki grows more impatient, grabbing the back of your neck and crushing your mouths together in an unexpected kiss. You groan against his lips, wrapping your arms around his neck and rubbing your chest against his. "Katsuki—!" you gasp as your lips part, and for a moment, you can see the hero that he's going to be in the cocky tilt of his lips.

"That's better, y/n. Was that so hard?"

"No," you murmur, and just like you'd been thinking about you rise onto tiptoe to kiss him. With every pass of your lips, your breaths are coming shorter, the pair of you panting into each other's mouths as the desperate haze of wanting takes over. Katsuki lifts you by the waist and you instinctually wrap your legs around him, letting him haul you over to that stupid couch you'd been meeting at for months, dropping you onto it so he can cover you with his body. He presses you to the cushions and you can feel his growing erection through the material of your clothes, Katsuki's hands disappearing under your cropped hoodie to grab for the skin at your waist. His tongue slips into your mouth and you suck on it greedily, throwing the need for being careful out the window.

This might be the only chance you get. You aren't going to waste it worrying.

"Do you do this with all your friends?" You gasp as he breaks the kiss to nip your jaw, kissing a path down your neck so he can suck a bruise into the side of your throat, making your squirm and whine under him.

"No," he grunts, admiring his handiwork. "Jus' you." Katsuki pushes your sweater up, his rough thumb grazing over your nipple through your sports bra. As he makes a move to pull the fabric away you stiffen.

"What if someone comes in?" you breathe, your parted lips puffy from the intensity of his kissing. Like he was trying to mark your mouth too, ruin you for kissing anyone else.

He shrugs, pushing your sports bra up from the bottom to free your breasts. "I'll kill them," he says it so easily, like it was obvious, that you question if he's serious. But before you can get too deep in your head, Katsuki's thick fingers are pinching your nipples, his mouth returning to yours for a nibbling kiss.

Your hands drag down his back, interrupting your kiss briefly as you yank off his hoodie, his t-shirt coming along with it. For a second all you can do is just stare. He's covered in scars already and he's not even a pro-hero yet, his body a tapestry of hard years of training and working. It's fucking glorious.

"Whatcha lookin' at, nerd?" he growls, tweaking your nipple and making you cry out for the way your pussy throbs for him. If your neglected cunt doesn't get some attention soon, you think you're going to snap.

"Stop talking," you insist, grabbing his hair and leading him to your nipple. He takes it into his mouth for a long suck and you shudder. "Please—Katsu—I need you."

He groans and pulled back just enough to get his hands around the short's you're wearing, pulling them down to your knees. There will be time for exploring you with his mouth later—right now, Katsuki is too desperate to fill you up with him. You struggle to yank down his shorts, the pair of you laughing when Katsuki pop's the button for you, helping you to free his perfectly long, fat, and slightly curved cock.

He swipes his fingers through your folds, shivering at how wet you already are for him. "Such a needy little thing," he teases. "All of this is for me?"

You blush and turn your face but that same hand, fingers slick with your arousal catches your chin as he notches his cock at your entrance. "Look at me." he's demanding, but it sounds a lot like begging.

You look into his red eyes, finding a mirror of your own crushing need in his eyes.

Katsuki might be on top of you, but you are now painfully aware that you are the one in control here. That he's just as desperate for you as you are for him.

He takes him a few slow strokes until he's fully inside you, your tight cunt gripping him so tight that he's counting backwards from then just to stop himself from busting right there.

"Please," you beg, the rest of the sentence unsaid between you. Fuck me. Make me feel good. Use my body to make yourself come. They're all true.

Katsuki jerks into action. He's fucking you so hard that you can barely breath, the couch creaking with every punch of his hips as his swollen cock fills you again and again. Your fingers fly over your clit, desperate moans and whimpers escaping your lips with every breath. "Good girl," Katsuki grunts into your ear. "I want to see you cream all over my cock. Can you do that for me?"

Just like that you muscles tense, the intensity of his punishing fucking never slowing as he fucks you right through your orgasm.

"So good for me," he praises. "

You drag your nails down his back and he grunts, holding himself up with one hand on the arm of the sofa he's crushing you against to fuck into you even harder. "Going to paint your insides with my fuckin' cum, baby. Make you look real pretty for me."

You can do little more than cling to him now, your legs wrapped around him, heels digging into his ass to spur him along.

Katsuki's hips stutter and he growls, like he's irritated that his climax is coming. "Fuck," he groans punching into you with a few more erratic, scattered thrusts before he's stilling. "I—I wasn't—done yet." You know he's come, felt the hot splash inside you as climaxed, but Bakugou is still going, like he was personally offended you brought him to bliss so quickly. "I'm not—done!"

"Katsu—" you whimper, your eyes rolling back as he toys with your clit, you moan loudly when you come again, legs trembling. But still, Katsuki won't stop his onslaught. It's too much.

"Katsu— Please! We can do this again."

Katsuki stills then, his expression guarded as you look dreamily up at him. "...That so?"

"Yes, you idiot." you sigh, wrapping you arms around his neck and pulling him down for a clumsy kiss. "You're right,"

"Obviously," he scoffs, a little out of breath. Sweat is glistening on your bodies, he rubs his temple against yours, leaving you wet with him. A couple seconds pass, and when you don't continue he narrows his eyes on you. "About what?"

"We're friends."

Katsuki scowls. "No the fuck we ain't. You're my girlfriend, nerd."

You kiss him on the nose and he softens, his eyelids drooping in post-orgasm exhaustion. "Sure, I'll be your girlfriend."

"I wasn't asking." he insists, snuggling in closer to you.

"No way, don't fall asleep here, dickhead! Let's go back to my dorm." you insist and he groans.

"Okay, fine. Five more minutes."

"I swear to god Katsuki if you fall asleep—" you start but he's so cute while he cuddles you that you just let it go. If someone catches you, they catch you. Your boyfriend will beat their ass.

#this is so long and for why #a lil rushed at the end my b #presents are presents #he's so cute I love him #I just wanna be his gf lmao #bnha bakugo katsuki #katsuki drabble #katsuki x reader #katsuki smut

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anothertimdrakestan · 2 years

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My Home - Jason Todd x Reader

Request: @the-midnight-duck "hi! so i love ur work and i was wondering if i could request jason todd and the song hide by juice WRLD?"

"Don't look at me all shocked Drake, you should've known this was coming."

"I- I guess I did... but, Jason you're like insane. And now you're getting ready to propose? I mean, Y/N is great don't get me wrong but I guess I didn't think you'd ever settle down."

"Whatever bird brain, you're too young to get it."

"So explain it Jace."

"You know when you've had like an insane battle, and you're exhausted, and every bone in your body is aching to go home? My body aches for her. I'd run to her, that's home."

"Damn. What about all the partying and shit?"

"I don't miss them at all, they just were distractions to take the pain away but she does that. She lets me lose control and it's not scary, 'cuz I trust her always."

"So you're gonna like settle down Todd? House, kids, Red Hood all done?"

"Never said that. We don't know what we want or where we're going but it's fine. Two lost souls but we have each other so it doesn't matter. God you're so thick skulled sometimes Drake."

"And she's okay with all your... issues?"

"Fuck's that supposed to mean?"

"Like your night job, the trauma, you dyi-"

"She knows everything. And loves me through it."

"All your demons?"

"Every last one."

"Then you're damn lucky Jason. Sometimes it feels like girls like that are hard to find."

"You'll find your home soon Timbers. And once you do I swear you'll get what I'm talking about. It changes everything. Seriously. When I fight it's to protect her, her world. She gives me purpose."

"I'm gonna start recording this you softie."

"You know I'd kick your ass."

"Y/N wouldn't like that lover boy."

"Add it to the list. *Cocks gun*"

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brionbroadway · 1 year

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Gerard had not seen Elody cry in years.

It was not always like that. In their early days at the pond, Gerard saw a young girl who was not allowed to act as one, who was asked to sacrifice the freedom her youth should’ve allowed her. She was still kind, and she was still funny, but she carried that.

“Elody,” he said, one night after her visits had become routine. She’d been strangely quiet, rolling her golden ball underneath her hand, but never letting it get away from her. “It’s ok if you miss her.”

Elody shook her head. “There are people who have more to miss than I do. I need to be there for them.”

Gerard did not know yet if Elody was his true love, but he knew that he loved her. “Of course,” he said. “But, here? It’s just me, Elody. It’s ok.”

Elody glanced at him, and Gerard watched her expression crack—but she did not seem broken at all once she started to cry. So, he made no attempt at comfort, other than to sit with her through it.

“I can’t do this at the castle,” Elody said.

“Then find me when you need to, and I promise to be here. I mean, I can’t exactly survive anywhere else—”

Elody’s smile was only stronger after its break. “Please don’t ruin the moment, Gerard.”

Years later, Gerard was a human, they were married, and everything was as it should be. Elody’s last tears were at their wedding, and Gerard thought it beautiful that her last cry was inspired by joy.

Until one night, she proposed a walk to the pond. Gerard heard the romance in the idea, but not the desperation in Elody’s voice.

He was rambling when they reached the pond—their first ball as a married couple was soon, and they should rehearse a waltz to impress. Elody broke his monologue not with agreement, or a tease that Gerard would cherish, but with her tears.

Gerard was startled; he thought they were past this. “My love,” he said, gentle. “What is it?”

“Is it ok if I miss this?” Elody asked. “I love you, and I love that you’re safe now, and fucking fine, I love that you’re handsome, but do you remember when it was just us here?”

“Of course,” Gerard said, genuinely confused. “But now we’re together, and we’re safe. There are people to carry the hard things for us now. You do not have to feel this way any longer.”

Gerard brushed the tears from her cheek, and she started at his fingers, more analytical than appreciative. “You couldn’t do that before,” she said.

“Things are better now, Elody.”

“…Right,” she said, then echoed him. “Of course.”

“You’ll feel better once we’re back home.”

He held her hand as they walked back, and for years, considered it a grace that was the last time he saw her cry.

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Elody weeps.

It’s been years. There were no tears when she found Gerad’s body; there was nothing when she found Gerard’s body. But now, that body was closer to the frog she fell in love with than the prince she tried to stay in love with. And it was turning its back on her, in a way she’d felt for years but never seen.

Cinderella holds one side of her and Snow White the other, her sisters keeping her standing. “I’m sorry,” she chokes out, to them, to the dead body she found who, surprise, isn’t actually dead after all, but who still isn’t with her, who can maybe never be with her again, to her fucking true love, she doesn’t know. She does not understand anything right now, and she weeps.

“It’s ok,” Cinderella says. “It’s just us.”

#d20 #neverafter #dimension 20 #prince gerard of greenleigh #princess elody of greenleigh #gerelody #i was going to write a cute lil love letter and wrote this instead whoops #prince gerard #princess elody #d20 fic #drabbles #dropout tv #brian murphy #brennan lee mulligan

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hellcheerficdatabase · 1 year

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you're (not) what i thought you'd be like

Author: @shroomyystar

Rating/Warning: Teen and up audience

Chapter Count: 1/1

Description: “What?” he mocks, dryly. “Am I supposed to be scared?”

Tags: drabble, cute lil drabble, flirting, mutual pining, teasing, Eddie POV, one-shot, status: completed

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mymreaderlibrary · 10 months

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Natasha Romanoff x m!reader imagine

After a night out partying together, the Avengers head back to Stark Tower to hangout and drink a little more. After a while it’s decided anyone too drunk to drive home will sleep over leaving most of the team to sleep in Tony’s living room. Everyone is scattered around the space and Natasha has made herself comfortable on the couch next to her plus one, and fiancé, y/n. While Natasha is sleeping peacefully, everyone else is stuck awake and wondering how the hell she sleeps through y/n’s snoring.

#yeah this one is a lil silly #but I liked the idea cause I thought it was kinda funny and cute #male reader #m!reader #this one could honestly be neutral but since I used he/him pronouns ill only tag it as that #marvel #my writing #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x male reader #x male reader #drabble #imagine #x reader imagine #mw

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kivaember · 1 month

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im sleepy from work so im just like. gonna write a cute little coffee shop au drabble of rusty teaching 621 to ride a bicycle ok

Raven was rarely self-conscious. It wasn't because he lacked any sense of shame or awareness, but because Walter and the Hounds had taught him early on that it was pointless to stress over the opinions of complete strangers. It was a liberating mindset to have, and he stuck by it religiously.

However...

"It's alright, buddy, I'm here. I won't let you fall."

...it seemed there were some things that still got him flustered.

Raven fought down the flush he could feel scorching his cheeks, painfully aware of Rusty's hand against his own. It was a bright summer's day, which brought with it a sticky heat that made Raven horribly aware of how hot and sweaty he was - how hot and sweaty his hand was.

But that wasn't what was flustering him. Around him people ambled past, enjoying their time at the sprawling public park while the weather was good, not paying much attention to Raven, awkwardly perched on a bicycle, and Rusty, who was gently keeping him upright by holding onto the handlebars.

"Just try cycling slowly, and get your balance," Rusty said, either politely ignoring or oblivious to Raven trying not to spontaneously combust. "Once you've got your rhythm, I'll let go, alright?"

Raven nodded stiffly, and cautiously he lifted his foot from where it was braced on the cycle path, immediately keeping the bicycle try to pitch to the side. He made a small noise - startled - but Rusty tightened his grip on the handlebars, easily keeping him upright through pure strength alone.

"I've got you," Rusty murmured.

Argh.

Raven couldn't really pinpoint what was getting him so hot and bothered and self-conscious about this whole scenario. He'd been intrigued when Rusty floated the idea of teaching him to ride a bike - so that they could go on bike rides together sometime - but now that he was sitting on said bike, in public, with Rusty murmuring gently at him, hand over his... he felt like he was going to explode, his stomach a nest for carnivorous butterflies.

What a novel experience, he couldn't help but muse, I hate it.

But he tried to power through it. He started to pedal, awkwardly, and the bike moved forwards at a snail's pace. Rusty walked alongside, keeping him steady, and the bike gradually picked up speed.

"You're doing just fine, buddy," Rusty said. "See? Not even a wobble this time. I'm gonna let go in a sec, okay?"

Raven nodded stiffly, horribly aware that his face was likely bright red, and his heart leapt in his chest when Rusty let go as he warned, taking away that steady support.

The effect was immediate: his bike wobbled, and Raven sharply turned the handlebars to counteract - only to feel himself start to pitch, so frantically turned them the other way-!

"Whoa, whoa-!" Rusty hurriedly grasped onto the handlebars, stopping him from colliding right into a lamppost and steering him back down the path. "That was close...!"

Raven groaned quietly, and lowered his foot onto the ground, stopping the bike.

{I'm too bad at this,} he signed.

Rusty laughed. "Everyone's bad when they first start."

Logically, Raven knew that, but illogically he still felt self-conscious and embarrassed. He wasn't sure why... it wasn't that he was embarrassed about struggling to ride a bike in public, he didn't care what people thought when looking on-

Oh.

Raven looked at Rusty, realisation dawning. No, he wasn't embarrassed about struggling in public, but in front of Rusty...

Since they'd met, Raven had excelled in most things they did together. Building model kits, fighting in the AC arena, playing video games... Raven lost in their little competitions, but he never failed. Even that disastrous hiking attempt they'd tried, Raven hadn't felt all that embarrassed about it because it had been a health issue - even if he did feel guilty about ruining Rusty's plans.

This was different. This was him humiliating himself over a simple activity that children as young as five could achieve. This wasn't the first time he'd almost crashed, or fallen over, or whatever. They'd been at this all morning, and he still couldn't cycle more than a handful of seconds by himself before pitching or swerving wildly.

His shoulders slumped slightly. Rusty had been pretty excited about the idea of them cycling together too...

{I'm really bad,} he signed, not bothering to hide his despondancy. {I'm taking too long to learn, I'm sorry.}

Rusty didn't immediately say anything, and Raven avoided making eye contact. After a pause, Rusty sighed quietly and rested a hand atop of his head, his fingers gently running through Raven's hair.

"Hey, it's alright. This is just the first lesson, so it's not like I'm expecting you to be a cycling master after a few hours," he said gently. "But... if it's stressing you out, we can just leave it here. I don't want you to force yourself if you're not enjoying it, Raven."

Ugh, that wasn't what Raven meant! Rusty was always making compromises for him like this... just once, Raven wanted to compromise for him!

Raven ducked his head out from under Rusty's hand, and when his boyfriend made a puzzled noise, pushed off the ground and started cycling hard.

"Ah-!? Raven-!??"

No more hesitating. No more moping. He was going to become a good cyclist, no matter how clumsy or bad at steering he was! He was going to catch up to Rusty-!

"Raven! Wait, wait, wait! You're going off the path- RAVEN! THE POND-!"

One unintentional pond dive and a broken bike wheel later, it was mutually agreed that maybe they should've started with training wheels...

#armored core #armored core 6 #v.iv rusty #c4 621 #viv621 #cute drabble fluff #when ur tired so u just write cute lil' drabbles....#coffee shop au

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noctilucous-sunni · 1 year

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now from this…

what about in an imposter au? because if creator!reader was trying to run away it would not work. the man can fucking fly—

but in the case of scara being the only one who recognizes creator!reader and eventually enjoys their presence and wants to protect them aaaaa

imagine scara flying creator!reader in the middle of the night to see the stars, because the only way they’d be able to fall asleep again after a bad nightmare was if he flew them around a little, allowing the calm night air to relax them and let them fall asleep again as he carries creator!reader in the air

#like thats so cute #scara trying to help comfort creator!reader but struggles with it so this happens #sunni’s bits and bobs #sagau #scaramouche #scaramouche sagau #sunni rambles #i kinda wanna write a lil drabble for this #OR #OR ILL INCORPORATE THIS INTO MY (old) SAGAU FIC draft that ive almost forgotten abt

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myymi · 1 year

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For prompt, how about Amy and Tails sibling bonding?

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“Alright, Tails,” Amy smiled, holding up two separate bottles, “you sure about these colors?”

The kit nodded shyly, toying with the fur on one of his tails, “You’re sure nobody’s gonna make fun of me?”

“Of course not!” The hedgehog shook her head, patting one of his knees a couple of times, “And if they do, I’ll handle it.”

Tails hummed, looking at the floor. Amy clicked her tongue and poked the younger’s nose, giggling when he blinked at her in confusion.

“You’ll have your gloves, anyway,” She gave a sweet smile, “but we don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”

“N-No, I want to.” Tails shook his head and looked at his gloves for a few seconds before gently tugging them off, revealing his paws.

Amy giggled and gently held one of the younger’s paws, pulling it closer to her, “alright, where do you want the pink?”

The fox pulled his knees to his chest, resting his chin atop it, “just on the rings.”

“On the rings,” The hedgehog repeated with a nod, unscrewing the bottle of pink nail polish and setting it on the floor next to her.

Tails stayed silent as he watched Amy dip the brush into the polish before swiping it across his nail, leaving a trail of a lightly saturated pink color.

She repeated the process on his opposite hand, humming along to the gentle classical music playing from her radio.

“And,” Amy sat the brush back into the bottle, picking up the other bottle of polish, “I’m guessing you want the rest to be this?”

Tails nodded, his ear flicking as he continued to watch his sister paint his nails, this time with a minty green on the rest of his bare nails.

“Y’know,” The hedgehog said once she finished with his left side, “this is a really cute color combo! I should use it more often.”

“Really?” The kit’s head tilted to the side, his ears flopping as he did so. He hadn’t chosen the colors because they looked good, he hadn’t even thought of that.

“Yeah!” Amy smiled up at him before refocusing on his nails, “Can I ask why you picked them?”

“Oh– uhm,” Ears tipping back in embarrassment, the little fox turned away from the older, “i-it’s embarrassing.”

The girl shrugged as she finished applying the polish to the final nail, “It’s okay if you don’t want to tell me, Tails. Was just curious.” She gave him another sweet smile as she placed the brush back into the bottle.

“Well,” Tails took a deep breath, the tip of one of his namesakes flicking as he looked at his nails, “the green’s because of my favorite food.”

“I guessed that,” Amy said with a grin, giggling when the younger ducked his head down, “and the pink?”

Tails went quiet, causing the hedgehog to wonder if she’d said the wrong thing. Just as she went to apologize, the kit mumbled out his reasoning;

“It’s for you,” He went to pick at the fur on his tails, but stopped himself when he remembered the polish was still wet.

“Me?” Amy said, taken aback slightly.

"W-Well, yeah," Tails’s ears pressed against his head even more, "because you're doing this for me, an-and it's really nice of you so i thought it'd be a good pair with the mint. Y-You're also like a big sister to me, s-so-"

He stopped talking when he was suddenly pulled into Amy’s chest, the hedgehog herself squeezing him as if she was trying to crush him.

“Awwh, Tails!” She laughed, pressing her cheek against the younger’s head, “That’s so sweet of you! And adorable!”

“O-Oh, uh–” Tails moved his hands out of the way, not wanting to mess up the girl’s hard work.

Amy suddenly pulled away, cupping the fox’s cheeks, “You are just the cutest!”

The kit laughed awkwardly, not sure how to handle the sudden compliments.

“Alright, it’s decided,” The tween moved her hands to the fox’s shoulders, “I’m stealing you from Sonic.”

“Wha–” Tails wasn’t really sure how he should respond to that, but Amy was already talking again so he didn’t dwell on it.

“Once we finish with yours,” She said, touching one of the younger’s nails as lightly as possible to check if it was dry before picking up the bottle of pink nail polish, “you’re doing mine in yellow and mint. We’ll match!”

“I’m not sure,” The kid said as the other applied a second coat of polish, “I don’t think I’ll be as good as you are at this.”

“Nonsense!” Amy shook her head, pointing the brush at her little brother, “And it doesn’t matter! We’re matching, end of story.” She determined, going back to painting the kit’s nails.

Sensing she wouldn’t take no for an answer, Tails just nodded and continued to watch as she continued painting his nails.

“And, for the record, young man,” The girl spoke once she finished, twisting the bottles of polish closed, “I absolutely am your big sister. Don’t you let anyone tell you otherwise!” She finished with a wink.

Tails just smiled in response, his namesakes gently wagging behind him. Amy returned the smile and reached into her bag of nail polish, pulling out a light yellow and offering it to the younger.

“You can’t get mad at me if I ruin it.” The fox said as he took the bottle of polish, unscrewing the lid.

“It’s gonna be fine,” The hedgehog rolled her eyes as she tugged off her gloves, “and it’s like I said, it doesn’t matter. It’ll be perfect no matter what it looks like!”

Tails shrugged and grabbed the tween’s right hand, pulling it towards him so he could apply the nail polish.

Amy watched as the boy became laser-focused on painting her nails. She smiled, whispering a quiet, “Just like you.”

#they are my fav big sis/lil bro duo ever #they're so cute #i love tails and amy's bond so much #ahhhhwefownef #miles tails prower #tails miles prower #tails the fox #sonic the hedgehog #sonic #sth #sonic drabble #sth drabble #drabble #amy rose #amy and tails #anonymous #anon ask #anon #myydrabs

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