#cutest frowny face ever

[satorusweetgirl]

𝐁𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐈! gojo satoru x fem! reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: hc’s about the reader being called bamni, fem reader, pure fluff, young! gojo, indicated that the reader has freckles.

gojo satoru who first started to call you bambi out of joke, when he’s teasing you about your freckles, when you slip, saying “careful, bambi, don’t want ya’ falling.”

gojo satoru who says it in such a teasing tone, seeing you get flustered, giggling and smirking at your cute expression.

gojo satoru who when you look up at him all doe eyed through long lashes, bottom lips slightly jutted out and cheeks all freckled, his breath hitching, realizing that there is a reason for calling you bambi and not in a manner of teasing.

gojo satoru who starts to (besides all his other petnames for you) constantly calls you bambi.

“careful there, bambi.”, “so adorable, bambi..”, “you’re sleepy, ain’t ya, bambi?”

gojo satoru who thinks it’s adorable how you get all blushy and shy when he calls you bambi, wanting to tease you more

“what got you so flustered, bambi? huh?”

(saying it in a soft tone, cooing it practically, making you melt.)

gojo satoru who can’t stand seeing your pretty eyes filled with tears, you’re too precious, he’s doing everything he can to comfort you.

running his hands through your hair, one hand on your cheek making you look up at him, you between his legs facing him as you sniffle.

“what’s got you so sad, bambi?”, “frowny face..”,

gojo satoru who constantly kisses your nose after calling you bambi, chuckling when he does so, then holding your waist firmly, heated kisses and heavy breaths.

“so fucking intoxicating, bambi.”

gojo satoru who thinks you’re the cutest sight he ever saw, and you’re his bambi.

#gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #gojo fluff #gojo satoru #gojo x you #jjk gojo #jujutsu gojo #jujutsu kaisen #fiction #geto suguru #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader

[dogbunni]

[begins coughing like a cat about to throw up a furball] [spits up several nendo headcanons and then looks at u proudly]

-nendo collects hot wheels. I have no justification beyond this except that I also collect hot wheels and I think we'd have that in common. if he was real I would take nendo to a toy shop to look at all the hot wheels. just stand there and observe them for an uncomfortably long time. my friends aren't deeply autistic enough to do this with me so I can never observe the little cars for long enough before making a purchase :(

-nendo trans ally #1

-nendo has no idea what his sexuality is but not in a confused/questioning way, in a "I have never thought about it longer than 1 second" way. he likes who he likes and has no thoughts beyond that. he is label-less in a [shrugs shoulders] way. (saiki is also label-less but in a "fuck you" kind of way)

-nendo loves rollercoasters and watches weird essay length youtube videos about theme parks and animatronics. its a hobby that deeply disturbs everyone around him bc this guy cannot do basic math but he can and will channel the spirit of akechi rambling about defunct animatronics. sometimes he shows saiki pictures of animatronics in late stages of decay in horrible pitch black nightmare settings and saiki reacts as if nendo has placed a live cockroach in his lap.

-he has a condiment problem. steals sauce packets from restaurants with diagnosable compulsion.

-he doesn't Get memes. everyone has tried and failed to show nendo a meme. it's like trying to show your mother a funny picture and she holds the phone as far away from her face as she can and then stares at it for way too long before silently handing it back. he just doesn't Get It.

-hes like, really good at making memes though. he will just absently turn a phrase or take an image so absurd that everyone is still saying and reposting and reacting with it years down the line. he has no idea that he has this power

-he feeds stray cats and makes little shelters for them outdoors <3

-nendo and kaido roleplay together sometimes. I'm talking like, warrior cats roleplay. sometimes dark reunion but kaido gets pissy if nendo messes up The Lore. nendo calls it "playing pretend" bc he has no concept of cringe culture and kaido dies inside every time

-he manages to forget his own birthday. every year. saiki remembers though, and it's the one and only day he will ask if nendo wants to get ramen with him, instead of the other way around. it gets to the point that saiki asks if nendo wants ramen, and he says "what, is it my birthday ahaha" and saiki is just like. you goddamn idiot. good grief.

-last time I did one of these I said that nendo loves cute things like sanrio plushies and holds them so gently. well I see that and I am correct, but I raise you nendo thinking that SAIKI is the cutest thing he's ever seen. something about the pink hair and glasses and the little limiter bubbles on his head and his purple eyes and little frowny eyebrows- nendo wants to. hold gently. sometimes he just grabs saiki by the shoulders and stares at him blank in the face and saiki is like [nervously] "what the fuck? what the fuck????"

-he and aiura actually get along weirdly well. they're unhinged in similar flavours and it gets saiki's blood pressure up. he tries at all costs to keep them away from each other. their singular brain cells cancel each other out on sight.

-akechi makes nendo's brain hurt a little. he just can't process all of akechi's akechi-ness and it makes him feel dumb. he's fine with being dumb most of the time but akechi just makes him feel a little self conscious for some reason. (definitely not because he's jealous that akechi was friends with saiki first)

-he still likes the funny lil guy though. akechi's the only one who will enthuse with him about rollercoasters and he values those talks. so much.

-toritsuka is afraid of nendo for some reason. no one is sure why but nendo LOVES it. he's always trying to jump out and scare him. saiki supports nendo in this endeavour ardently. toritsuka suffers.

-nendo falls down the weirdest tiktok rabbit holes. it got so bad once that they got teruhashi to distract him while kuboyasu lifted his phone and deleted the app off of it. it took nendo several months to realise he could redownload it.

#(projects all of my little idiosyncrasies onto nendo) #yeah that tracks #also #(sprinkles a little nensai into my headcanons. as a treat) #nendo posting #i love him a normal amount #saiki kusuo no ψ nan #saiki k #the disastrous life of saiki k. #nendo riki #nendou riki #nensai #saiki kusuo

[toomuchracket]

“nah, i've seen baby pictures of you, you're far cuter than i was", and genuinely you have the most wholesome debate about it in denise's living room while she laughs at you both and calls you daft

i really want to know what his favorite pictures of girlie were when she was younger🥹

i think i mentioned this in the blurb about him teasing you for fancying him when you were seventeen, but matty thinks the pics of you from your first day of school are some of the cutest things he's ever seen. like, he's tearing up looking at them lmfao. and there's one of you and your little brothers eating sweets on holiday that he absolutely loves (i think you bond over having younger brothers you love dearly), because you look so cheeky and it makes him laugh a lot, and he also loves the pics of you when you're like eight and dancing around with your slightly older cousin in someone's garden. as we also discussed in the same aforementioned blurb, the rare photographic evidence of your teenage emo phase is also a definite source of entertainment to matty, which you hate lmao. but i think his favourite pic of all time of little you is from when you're three, in your mum's arms, in a little snowsuit and bundled into a blanket to fight off the winter chill, with rosy little chubby cheeks and a tiny little frowny face - he's like "you still make that exact expression when you're cold or grumpy!! and it's just as adorable now as it was when that pic was taken", bless him <3

#mads answers asks #matty asks #fluff asks #d word matty

[carebearbro]

The Last Laugh is one of my absolute favorite UtM episodes.  There are way too many little moments in it that I absolutely love.   One of them is this part.  I’ve always loved it when Funshine goes, “It WAS funny!” and makes that little frowny face when he turns his head.  It’s just completely perfect.

#care bears #care bears: unlock the magic #funshine bear #cutest frowny face ever

[fruitcoops]

hi <3 i hope you’re well and having a beautiful day so far. i was wondering if you could write a fic about sirius or logan’s brother like relationship to adele - for example, how they would approach her when she’s having a bad day or when she needs advice about something or maybe even after a disagreement with her parents. no worries if you can’t, i just thought it would be a wholesome interaction 💕

Oh, for sure! Katie and Logan get so much attention (for good reason--they're adorable), but I like to think of Sirius and Adele as the blueprint. Hope you enjoy! Combined with asks for Logan and Loops friendship, Papa Dumo (for @ jinxedjaz), Sirius coming back from visiting his parents while living with the Dumais, and Sirius-learning-to-people from this hc list. SW credit goes to @lumosinlove!

I

A little hand tugged on the hem of Dumo’s sweater. “Papa?”

He glanced up from his crossword and smiled, turning to lift Adele into his lap. “Bonjour, mon papillon. Do you want to help me?”

“Is Sirius okay?”

Dumo paused. His first instinct was to lie—how could he even begin to explain the complexity of the situation to a seven-year-old?—but the brightness in Adele’s big eyes told him she already knew the answer. She was a smart kid. She deserved to know at least some of the truth. “He’s having a tough day,” Dumo said quietly as dishes clinked in the other room. No matter what he and Celeste tried, Sirius insisted on washing up. “He’ll be alright.”

A little furrow appeared between Adele’s eyebrows. “Is it because of us? Because he misses his family now?”

“No, sweetheart, not at all. He just…” The words were impossible to find. “He just doesn’t like holidays very much.”

She worried her lower lip for a moment before wiggling free of his arms. “I’m going to make him feel better.”

“Adele—” Dumo made a grab for her, but she had already scampered out of reach and around the corner to the kitchen. In the three days since Sirius had come back from Thanksgiving, he had already reverted back to his shut-down ghost of a self.

“Excuse me, please,” Adele announced. The sink shut off. “Are you sad?”

That’s certainly one way to do it. Dumo craned his neck to watch their reflections in the glass of the back door without revealing his position. Sirius was always more comfortable around the kids than himself and Celeste. “Quoi?” Sirius asked, turning to face her.

“Are you sad? You’ve been frowny.”

Silence fell for a few seconds. “Ouais, a little,” he said at last. “But I’m not sad because of you.”

“That’s good. Papa said so, too. He says you don’t like holidays, but that’s so silly, because we were just talking about Christmas last week.”

“I like some holidays,” Sirius said haltingly. There was a rustling noise; Dumo saw him pick Adele up and settle her on his hip with a thoughtful tilt to his head. “I’m very excited to spend Christmas with you.”

“Pinky swear?”

“Pinky swear.”

“Good. I want you to spend all the holidays with us. Will you be frowny on Christmas, too?”

“I don’t think so.” Dumo could practically hear Sirius’ smile. “See? I’m already better.”

“Will you open presents with me? Marc and Louis always open theirs together, and Mama and Papa, but Katie’s too little to do it with me. I like playing Santa, but it means I hafta go last.”

In the glass, Dumo saw Sirius press a raspberry kiss to her cheek until she burst into giggles; his grin lit up the whole kitchen. “Of course I will.”

II

“You have to smile,” Adele groaned. “You’re scaring off all my customers.”

Sirius raised his eyebrows. “Pardon?”

She turned a big, sunshine grin on him, pressing her fingers into her dimples to exaggerate it. “Big smiles! You like being here! These are the best cookies you’ve ever had! Everyone should try them!”

“They should!” Sirius agreed. “I don’t know why you’re upset!”

She heaved a sigh and clonked her forehead on his stomach, knocking some of the air out of his lungs. “You look scary when you don’t smile.”

“I do not.”

“You do! You’re built like a brick wall and when you’re thinking, you get frowny!” She adjusted her Girl Scout vest and straightened up. “You have to be perky and fun and the cutest little kid on the block.”

“…I might have a problem with the last part.”

“Then I’ll be the cutest little kid on the block,” she said, exasperated.

Sirius narrowed his eyes at her. “Do you think I’m scary?”

“No,” she snorted. “But other people do.”

“No way.”

“Yes, way. Mama looks surprised when her face relaxes, but you’re, like, looming.”

“So…you’re upset with how my face looks?” he teased, dodging her attempt to poke his ribs.

“No, I just don’t need a bodyguard to sell cookies!”

“That’s literally what I’m here for,” he laughed, tugging one of her pigtails until she stuck her tongue out at him. “Alright, madame, I’ll try to be ‘perky’ and ‘fun’.”

“The air quotes weren’t necessary,” she informed him with great gravity, though she couldn’t hide the smile on her face as she turned back to the people walking across the street. “Hey, lady, do you want cookies?”

III

“So,” Logan began, then shoved another handful of pretzel sticks into his mouth. “Dating the captain. What’s that like?”

Sirius looked up from his phone and glared. “I am sitting right next to you.”

“Shush. Loops?”

Remus sighed and let his head fall toward Logan’s armchair; he was starting to get lightheaded from laying upside-down for so long, but it was doing wonders for his lower back and sore feet. “Dating the captain? Pretty cool, to be honest.”

Logan made a noise of disagreement. “I don’t believe that for a second. Does he make you run drills in the basement, or is it just a cuddle party all the time? ‘cause there’s no in-between.”

“Tabarnak,” Sirius muttered, flicking Logan’s ear as he headed out of the room. “You two gossip like middle-schoolers.”

“It’s really not bad,” Remus mused as he stretched one leg toward the curtains. “I’m the one who likes running drills, so he’ll usually watch tape while I do that for a bit. Cuddles aren’t as frequent as you might think. We’re boring.”

“Mmm, with some wild nights in there, eh?” Logan wiggled his eyebrows and Remus chucked a pillow at him, though it did not seem to deter him. “I seem to remember hearing a certain conversation about a new bedframe?”

“A headboard,” Remus corrected, pulling a face at him. “And it was already almost ten years old. You’re just jealous.”

“Ugh, for him? Nah. Peanut might have carried a torch—”

“You’re kidding. Did he really?”

“Oh, yeah,” Logan snorted, as if it was obvious. “But he has better taste now. Honestly, though, I’m glad you two are together. And that you’re happy in your boring domesticity, even if you’re breaking beds left and right.”

“Headboard, and it was one time.”

“Did I ever tell you about—”

The front door slammed open; both of them jumped as something heavy hit the ground with a thud. “Sweetheart?” Celeste asked from the living room, audibly concerned. Remus’ heart dropped and he shared a worried look with Logan, who was already on his feet. “Adele, what’s wrong?”

“Adele?” Logan called, his voice laced with worry. Remus’ heartbeat picked up as Adele appeared in the doorway to the living room with tears streaming down her cheeks, only to throw herself into Logan’s arms with a harsh sob. “Woah, hey, qu’est—”

“Boys are so stupid!” she half-shouted, half-wailed. “And I hate them!”

Remus stood there, useless, as she tore away and sprinted for the backyard, yanking the door shut with a bang before tearing across the grass. “Logan?” he asked after a moment. There was no protocol for this. He had absolutely zero experience with preteen breakdowns, and the Dumais kids always fell into Logan and Sirius’ territory. He could count on one hand the number of actual conversations he had had with Adele.

Logan’s nose twitched; he opened his mouth to speak, but the words died in his throat when Sirius came through the doorway and made a beeline for the yard without a single glance to either of them. “She’ll be okay,” Logan murmured as Sirius walked slowly to the swings, where Adele was sitting on the bench seat with her arms wrapped tight around herself.

“She seems pretty upset.”

Logan shook his head, not taking his eyes off the pair. “I’ve got Katie, he’s got Adele.”

“Yeah?” Remus asked, surprised. Logan and Katie were famous for their bond, two peas in a pod. As far as he knew, Sirius was equally close with all the Dumais kids.

“Apparently, they bonded from day one,” Logan said with the flicker of a smile. Outside, Adele laid her head on Sirius’ shoulder and pulled his arm around her back, burrowing into the softness of his hoodie as he gently rocked the swing with his foot and gave her a light squeeze. “They’re both quieter. Oldest children and all that. You really didn’t know?”

“I…” Remus trailed off and shook his head. “You and Katie are much louder about it, but that makes sense. He talks about all of you all the time., I guess I just assumed it was different since he was so closed off at first.”

Logan hummed. “Ask about it sometime. Dumo always likes talking about them.”

Sirius and Adele walked back after a few more minutes, still attached at the hip as Sirius jostled her lightly and pulled half a smile from her; they entered the house in relative quiet and Adele wrapped her arms around him one more time. “Love you,” she said, voice muffled in his sweater. Sirius rubbed her back in slow circles until she pulled away and padded down the hall to the bathroom

“Children are so mean,” he said as soon as the door closed.

“Then I’m glad she has you.” Remus curled his hand around Sirius’ shoulder and felt him relax beneath his touch. “Is she alright?”

“Some little asshole told her nobody would want to date her because she plays hockey.”

Remus’ heart panged. “How can we help?”

“Teach her how to throw a right hook,” Logan suggested. In a rare turn of events, Remus couldn’t tell whether he was joking or not; from the look on his face, it seemed to be the latter.

“She’ll be okay, baby,” Remus said. Sirius didn’t look away from the closed door. “Kids have always been mean, but the best thing you can do is be there for her, which you just did. It’s hard and it sucks but as long as she knows you love her, that’s enough.”

“Does she?” Sirius asked, almost too quiet for him to hear.

Remus looped an arm around his waist and kissed the top of his shoulder. “She does,” he promised. Without a doubt.

IV

Sirius drummed his hands on the steering wheel with a wide smile. “I’m so excited,” he said for the fourth time in twenty minutes.

“I can tell,” Remus said, still reading through his missed messages. The cell service in customs had been abysmal, and for some godforsaken reason his dad desperately needed to send paragraph updates on his hunt for the perfect holiday lights. Some days, Remus wondered whether he was happiest with his family or in Home Depot.

“I missed them.”

“Yep.”

“And I can’t let Logan get there first.”

“Sure thing, honey. Speed limit.”

“Three weeks is a long time, did you know that?”

“Mhmm. Sirius, speed limit.”

“How do you manage being away from Jules for that long?”

“Very poorly,” Remus said as he typed out a quick response to his dad’s latest text. His mother would end him if he allowed their house to be decorated with anything green—in all honesty, he was starting to think she had a personal rivalry with the Snakes. They turned onto Dumo’s street and he felt the excitement radiating off Sirius kick up several notches. “Deep breaths, love.”

“Ah, fuck me, the cubs are right behind us,” he muttered, pulling over to the curb and unbuckling his seatbelt.

“Sirius!” Remus spluttered.

“What?”

“Turn the fucking car off before you get out!”

Sirius heaved a sigh and pulled the key out, then took off toward the house at a jog; Logan went sprinting past the passenger window half a second later, and Remus heard Finn shouting after him from the still-running car to no avail. They reached the front steps at the exact same time, shouldering each other in an attempt to reach the doorbell first.

“—want to push it!” Logan insisted, kicking Sirius lightly on the shin as Remus headed up the walkway.

“You did it last time!” Sirius argued.

“I’m the youngest, so I get to do it!”

“That’s not how it works!”

The door swung open just as Logan tried to bodily shove Sirius out of the way, only to be put in a scrambling headlock. Dumo regarded them with an exhausted look on his face. “Bonjour, Loops.”

“Hey, Dumo,” Remus called from the base of the steps. “Nice night, eh?”

He shrugged, ignoring the two grown men roughhousing on his welcome mat. “Not bad.”

“Are les enfants here?” Logan panted, trying to heave Sirius into the nearest hedge.

Dumo rolled his eyes and opened the door the rest of the way. “Kids, we have visitors!”

Thundering footsteps echoed off the walls; Logan and Sirius tripped over each other in their haste to get inside. “Tremzy!” Katie shrieked, launching herself into his arms with a beaming smile.

Sirius hoisted Adele straight off her feet and shook her back and forth as she wrapped her arms around his neck in a tight hug. “You were gone forever!” she laughed. “We missed you!”

“What am I, chopped liver?” Logan teased as he set Katie down and opened his arms for a hug of his own. Marc and Louis slammed into him, nearly toppling him in the entryway.

“No, no, no!” Katie giggled as Sirius blew a raspberry kiss on her stomach, only to mimic it on his cheek a moment later. “You’re all scratchy.”

“Tough for kisses,” Remus agreed. “You should tell him to shave, Katie-bird.”

Katie squished his cheeks in her hands with a solemn frown. “No more porcupines.”

“You got it,” Sirius confirmed. “What do you think, Adele?”

She pulled a face and they all dissolved into laughter, exhausted from the long roadie and unable to contain their happiness. It was a tradition Remus was coming to know as he spent more time with the team—Logan and Sirius just couldn’t resist swinging by the Dumais house after a long trip, no matter how drained and battered they were. It was a combination of a competition and a family reunion, and the kids loved it every time.

“Are you staying the night?” Marc asked, lazily tying Sirius’ shoelaces together.

“Not tonight, no.”

“But it would be fun,” Louis said from his place hoisted under Logan’s arm, legs dangling.

“They’re tired, boys, be nice.” Celeste winked at Sirius as he leaned down so she could kiss his cheek before moving to Logan to do the same. “We watched all your games. You were wonderful.”

“Merci, Celeste.” The corners of Logan’s eyes crinkled, and Remus saw Finn and Leo share a smile behind him.

Sirius craned his neck to look back. “Oh, she wasn’t talking to you.”

Logan stuck his tongue out as the kids laughed, still clinging to them both. Remus happily accepted a quick hug and a hair-ruffle from Celeste before she moved on to Finn and Leo, and settled in for a cozy evening at home.

#sirius black #remus lupin #adele dumais #logan tremblay #pascal dumais #celeste dumais #coops #katie dumais #friendship #siblings #sweater weather #vaincre #lumosinlove #my fic #fanfic

[sheloooveswomen]

fav gifs/photos - sarah paulson AHS characters

seasons 01-05

all of sarah’s characters

Billie Dean Howard (2011, 2013, 2018)

murderhouse variety

looking hot

S01xE06

S01xE09

devil’s night - S05xE13

manicure appreciation

S08xE06

Lana Winters (2012)

S02xE01

S02xE02

fur coat - S02xE13

ponytail lana - S02xE13 pt.2

sad lana

at kits wedding pt.2

variety pt.2

Cordelia Goode (2013, 2018)

[◉"] coven icons pt.2

coven variety pt.2

coven cordelia+in her glasses

in the greenhouse pt.2+with fiona in the greenhouse

“you are one hot shit witch”

completing the seven wonders

coven last supper

white blouse

“misty?”

apocalypse variety pt.2 pt.3

breathe

Bette and Dot Tattler (2014)

smiley

diaries

dot being cute

bts interview

Sally Mckenna (2015)

variety pt.2

serving looks

Audrey Tindall (2016)

that backless sweater (as shelby)

outfits appreciation (as shelby)+hair appreciation pt.2

frowny face (as shelby) pt. 2 pt.3

in the hot tub (as shelby)

the cutest (as shelby)

confessional

variety

Ally Mayfair-Richards (2017)

bath time

just being hot

expressive eyebrows

“that” outfit - S07xE11

variety

Wilhemina Venable (2018)

sassy mina

“don’t ever call me babe”

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more paulson + character gifs/photos

masterlist

#sarah paulson #american horror story #ahs murder house #billie dean howard #ahs asylum #lana winters #cordelia goode #cordelia foxx #ahs coven #ahs freakshow #bette and dot tattler #sally mckenna #ahs hotel #audrey tindall #ahs roanoke #ally mayfair richards #ahs cult #wilhemina venable #ahs apocalypse

[nbrook29]

robbe 1️⃣8️⃣

Warning: This is smutty, proceed with caution if it’s not your jam ;)

ao3

If anybody asked Robbe, bad weather in the summer should be illegal. Because what the hell? He needs sun rays and blue sky like he needs oxygen, he wants 30+ degrees temperatures and not a single cloud above, and he always welcomes it with all the small inconveniences it brings along, like clammy skin mere minutes after showering or freckles covering his nose and arms. So when it’s August and it’s raining, sorry, pouring buckets, sue him if he turns into a whiny mess for a bit. That’s just who he is.

Or, that’s who he was. Because right now, lying on a soft cloud-like throw blanket in a not-his t-shirt and sweatpants, head a mess of wild damp curls, fuzzy socks on his feet tangled with another pair, he’s feeling pretty good.

Even though the original scenario for his birthday was supposed to be different.

It all started at 12:00 am sharp with a dorky text from Sander because of course it did.

Sander: Hey there you sexy thing

Heard you're legal now 👅 

Robbe: Omg sander 🙈 

Sander: Yes, that's what you'll be screaming today during our own little celebration 😈

 Robbe almost spat out the water he was drinking, face burning hot as he tried to assess whether anybody was paying him any attention.

 Robbe: SHSHDHSHSJSJS STOP 

Sander: I'll do that thing you like 😏👅 

Robbe: IM WITH MY PARENTS DICKHEAD 

Sander: Am I bothering you cutie? 😏 

Robbe: Yessssss 😩 my face is all red they're gonna know what's up 

Sander: I think *I* know what is up 😏🍆 

Robbe: 🤣 GO COOL OFF 

Sander: Hehe

No but for real now

Happy birthday! 🥰🥳😘❤🎂

I love you SO much ❤❤❤💯 

Robbe: Thank youuuu baby 😊😘 

Sander: Can't believe you're an adult *wipes a tear*

You'll always be my baby tho ❤ 

Robbe: Haha yes ❤❤ 

Sander: I'll be waiting for you at 4 pm 

Robbe: But where?? 

Sander: 😌 

Robbe: Sanderrr tell me 

Sander: Nope 

Goodnight 😌

 Sander absolutely loves to tease him and keep him at the edge of the seat which is why he told him the place only half an hour before their meeting, for which Robbe intended to tell him off. That is until he actually got to Park Spoor Noord and saw his boyfriend lounging on grass, blanket underneath him, surrounded by Robbe’s favorite food and wearing the most charming smile as soon as their eyes met.

And he got him a sunflower. A sunflower. How cute is that?

Needless to say, there was no telling off, Robbe didn’t exactly find time for it between kisses and laughs and Sander feeding him croques and fries and cupcakes (which Sander baked and decorated himself, swearing for dear life the small thingies made from frosting on top were not dicks, but Robbe knows him too well to believe him).

And then all hell broke loose and the storm that had been loudly talked about in the media came to Antwerp and made a puddle out of the two of them.

They looked really miserable, but somehow Robbe couldn’t care less as they were running to Sander’s house holding hands, water in their shoes, the sunflower cradled carefully underneath his shirt, huge smiles on their faces as they finally got there, tripping in their haste to get inside.

The hot shower that followed next and Sander taking the lead oh so well will definitely rank in the top 5 moments of Robbe’s life. He’s very grateful Sander’s parents are on holiday in London because he’s not sure he’d ever be able to look them in the eyes otherwise.

Afterwards, Sander made them ice coffee and handed Robbe his real gift which turned out to be a long weekend in Paris a week from now, shutting him up with a kiss when Robbe was about to protest and complain about it being too expensive.

Since the concert they were supposed to go to was canceled due to poor weather conditions, they resorted to eating cake in Sander’s bed and watching the show Robbe had been talking about for weeks now. Sander, being the thoughtful and amazing boyfriend that he is, graciously agreed to Robbe’s birthday wish and sat him down between his legs, kissed the side of his face, brought his laptop closer and pressed play, as Robbe made himself comfy in his arms, the smile that originated at midnight not slipping off even for a second.

***

Another thunder strikes the night sky and Robbe jumps involuntarily, only a little, more from shock than actual fear, but it doesn’t stop Sander from tightening his arms around him, lips grazing delicately the lobe of his ear.

“Don’t worry, Robin, I will protect you,” he whispers with a teasing note in his voice, grunting when a well-aimed elbow meets his side.

“Shut up, I’m not scared.”

Sander’s only reply is a low chuckle and a kiss on that sweet spot under Robbe’s ear that never fails to send a shiver down his spine. Without barely having to move at all considering how close they are, he tilts his head and noses along Sander’s defined jaw, leaving a peck or two on his cheek.

“Now shush, I can’t focus.” He unceremoniously turns away from Sander’s searching lips, a sly grin on his face when he hears an affronted huff.

“Oh I see how it is, you-”

“Shhhh, Wille is talking.”

Robbe loves to be a little shit sometimes, especially if he wants to get a certain reaction from his huffy other half.

“Look how cute he is.” He has to press his lips hard to keep the giggle in when Sander whines in protest.

“Stoooop, why are you being mean to me.” He now has a full-blown pout on his face. “Jerk.”

The laughter finally comes out and Robbe pauses the show, cooing at Sander’s little frowny face and brushing the runaway strands away from his forehead, leaning up to press a kiss there too.

“It’s okay, I still think you’re the cutest prince in the entire kingdom.” He runs a thumb over his jutting lower lip, kissing it once, twice, three times, until the corners of Sander’s mouth pull up.

“Whatever. Simon is cuter than the other one anyway.”

Robbe grins cheekily. “You just think that because he has curly hair like me.” Sander’s jaw drops at that.

“Wow,” he exclaims, voice faux-scandalous as he shakes his head at Robbe. “Someone’s cocky today.” 

“It’s my birthday so it’s allowed.” Winking at him obnoxiously, he turns back to the screen, hands reaching for Sander’s arms to wrap them around himself again as he settles in his embrace with a content sigh before pressing play.

Sander’s quiet behind him for a second, and then his lips touch his ear again, tongue slightly peeking out to play and lick the shell of his ear with just the tip, hot air hitting Robbe’s skin turning his insides into mush, butchering his focus again just as Sander purrs, “I think it’s hot when you’re like that.”

There’s something important happening on screen, but Robbe can’t make any sense of the subtitles because Sander’s lips continue their path down the column of his throat, stopping for a second to suck a kiss in the middle, killing any rational thought Robbe might have had. His hand rushes to Sander’s head to keep him there without his permission, eyes closing as he sighs when the kiss turns into licks and nips to the thin skin.

“Do you think he could kiss you and touch you like that?”

The question breaks the fog in Robbe’s brain for a second, and he barks a laugh at the slight possessiveness in Sander’s voice that’s poorly hidden under a joking tone. 

“Like what?” He presses, excitement bubbling in his stomach when one of Sander’s hands sneaks underneath his t-shirt, fingers grazing the skin and leaving goosebumps in their wake as they finally reach the place Robbe needs them most. 

“Like that.” He flicks his nipple with those black-polish covered nails of his that make him look so hot Robbe’s head spins. “For starters.” He keeps it up, tugging and pinching unhurriedly, with a dirty smirk growing on his face that Robbe can just feel on his collarbone, and he pulls on his hair as he arches his back a little, seeking more of those skillful fingers.

With his hooded eyes, he can see Sander closing the laptop and putting it away quickly before his other hand joins in the fun, a featherlight touch to the growing bulge in his sweatpants, nothing more than teasing for now.

When Sander’s teeth tug at his earring, Robbe lets out a frustrated whine because it’s too much and not enough at the same time, and his boyfriend reads him like a book because he pulls the t-shirt off him to gain full access, mouth latching on his neglected nipple just as his hand dives inside his pants. It doesn’t grant him any relief though, bypassing his dick completely and traveling lower, caressing the soft skin, one finger running back and forth without reaching any further, and Robbe grabs Sander’s thigh in desperation.

“Sander...”

“You didn’t answer me,” Sander whispers in a sweet sweet voice.

“Whaa?” It takes a second for Robbe to understand what he’s asking and he would laugh if his body wasn’t on fire, Sander playing him like a violin.

Also, this playful possessiveness is getting to him, whether he likes it or not.

He does though. Like it.

Oh fuck, he likes it so much.

“Tell me, baby,” Sander breathes into his mouth as he reaches for something Robbe doesn’t see, and he can hear in his voice how it affects him too, can feel him against his lower back, rubbing himself off with minuscule moves, clearly struggling to hold back. 

“You, just you-, fuuuuck,” Robbe’s cut off when two lubed fingers press inside him at the confession, back arching slightly, the feeling so intense he keens and searches blindly for Sander’s lips. Thankfully, Sander doesn’t waste any time and plunges his tongue inside his mouth, swallowing the little whines that escape them with each twist of his fingers.

The rocking behind him gets faster and this is not how Robbe wants this to end so he breaks the kiss, ignoring Sander’s protests as he pulls away from him, only to pull his pants off completely, green eyes following his every move like he’s ready to pounce, and the need inside Robbe’s stomach only grows. He tugs impatiently at Sander’s sweatpants, biting his lip when his hard cock slaps his abdomen, the smirk dancing on Sander’s lips at his reaction liquefying his insides and he crawls closer to him, needing his touch to ground him. 

“You’re still good to go?” He loves how even when it’s hot and heavy Sander still remembers to check in with him.

“Uh-huh,” is the only thing he can come up with now, especially when Sander’s hand settles on his hip bringing them so close there’s no space left between them, guiding his movements just like Robbe likes. He kisses his glistening neck, licking the sweat of his body as Robbe reaches behind to position his slick cock at his entrance, forehead resting against Sander’s as he sinks down fast.

He gasps at the feeling of fullness because it’s always a lot, but Sander’s hands are always there, brushing his sides in a comforting motion, even when his own body is probably screaming at him to move.

“Happy birthday to me,” Robbe lets out a shaky chuckle that ends up in a gasp when Sander laughs too and involuntarily moves inside him. He’s quick to lick into his lips and distract him from the momentary discomfort, and once he’s done with him, the overwhelming need is back double force. 

Sander notices right away, guiding Robbe’s hips to keep grinding for a while before planting his feet on the bed and holding them in place giving several hard jabs that make Robbe hide his face in his neck, cries leaving his mouth with each thrust.

“Like that?”

Robbe just nods helplessly, mouth leaving a wet trail on his skin, but Sander doesn’t seem to mind because he continues his pace, completely taking over once Robbe’s thighs give out and turning him into a mess.

“You’re so hot like this, fuck.” The strain in Sander’s voice tells him he’s getting close so he goes back to bouncing, meeting him in the middle, and it only takes a minute for things to become too much, Sander’s uncoordinated jerks when he’s coming triggering Robbe’s orgasm too.

They stay like that, cooling off while kissing lazily, tongues sliding against each other, but without a rush for now.

Sander pulls back first, their lips smacking when they disconnect. "I'm sorry today didn't work out." Scrunching up his face, he reaches to comb through Robbe's hair consolingly. He leans into the touch before cuddling even closer, seeking warmth when the cold air makes goosebumps appear on his heated skin.

"But I loved today, really. We can go to a concert another time." He kisses the underside of his jaw, sighing dreamily. "And I can't wait for Paris with you."

#wtfock #not my best work in a long shot #im sorry robbe :( #you deserve better

[ticklishpeter]

boop (diego/lila)

a/n: for u, @spritewrites​ & @peachytickles​ ♡ i love these two and you two!!!

fandom: the umbrella academy prompts: “nice try. but you’re gonna have to do better than that to make me laAAUGH!” & “had enough?” & “aww, is it too much for you?” summary: diego’s a grump and lila just won’t deal with that. she starts to question whether he knows how to laugh and let loose.

“boop,” poke, “boop,” another poke to diego’s shoulder. number two, arms crossed, flashed the grinning woman a look that silently asked, ‘what do you want?’ 

“c’mon,” lila’s british accent piped up, annoyed, “do you even know how to laugh? or smile even? because if not, what a sad, sad, little life you live.” she shook her head, popping a cigarette between her lips. 

“‘course i do. maybe if you tried actually doing something funny instead of jabbing me in the shoulder over and over.” 

“oh, pardon me.” lila laughed sarcastically, “how ‘bout a joke, hm? right,” she hummed, conjuring up a joke from the back of her mind, “surveys say that 4 out of 5 people suffer from diarrhea. that means the 5th one likes it.” cackles at her own joke filled the car, slightly disappointed, however, when she looked over at diego rolling his eyes and glancing out the window.

diego’s reply was an annoyingly sarcastic laugh, “nice try, crazy lady. but you’re gonna have to do better than that to make me laAAUGH! —” a grunt followed the sudden yelp that slipped through his lips. a single finger floating next to the spot on his side she’d poked.

“what was all that about jabbing? maybe i just... hit a sweet spot, yeah?” she tilted her head with a sinisterly teasing grin, and a twinkle in her brown eyes. diego hardly had time to respond before the other let out another cackle, beginning to repeatedly poke around his left side.

within two seconds, diego snorted loudly, twisted his entire torso away, and grabbed the offending wrist with cat-like reflexes, only to make yet another embarrassing noise, this time in the form of a squeak. lila’s other wrist had shot over to attack with light and quick pinches around his tummy. his knees instinctively flung up to his chest to defend himself as he covered his face, squirming as his shoulders bounced with laughter. “s-stop ihihit! —” he snorted, not able to speak without audible giggles slipping out. turning his head into his shoulder to cover his face, his hands flailed around in attempt to catch lila’s ruthless fingers.

“a big strong hero like you; ticklish?” lila’s grin, at this point, was plastered on her face, “you’ve got a ticklish little tummy, don’t you! how adorable!” she cooed, the most surefire way to get a blush onto diego’s face. her hands moved quickly around his midriff, poking and skittering around every spot she could reach. “tickie, tickie, tickle!” laughing louder than he was, lila turned her whole body and attention towards her goal of getting him to laugh out loud. 

a clawed hand made it’s way right over his bellybutton, which is what broke the dam. snorting again, he doubled over, long hair teasing the dashboard in front of him, before an endless stream of high-pitched giggles slipped through his grinning teeth. the man jerked his body away as he aimlessly grabbed at lila’s hands, “okayokay!” a hiccup. “i’m laughing, i’m laughing, okay, stop it!” he choked out between giggles as she poked all five fingers around his stomach again. 

“show me then!” she grinned, “i won’t stop til you show me.” 

“fuck yohohou!” he cursed into his arm, giggles muffled before looking up at her weakly, body still shaking, “look! okay. — plehease!” diego fell against the door of the car, and it was just about the cutest thing lila ever saw; big tough diego squirming and kicking dangerously close to her head, with a childlike grin spread across his blushing face. and begging???

“aww, begging, are you? had enough, frowny pants?” his giggles were bright and full, but still quiet. “aww, is it too much for you to handle? too tickly?” she couldn’t help but coo at the man.

“yehehes!” he whined, covering his face once more, “fucking stop it!” 

“fine,” lila scoffed with a not-so-subtle smile.

relief washed over diego’s entire being as soon as she let up, immediately sitting back up, straightening his shirt, and clearing his throat as if nothing happened.

lila was the one snorting now, “you're super fucking weird, y’know that?”

“you do that again, and i will shank you.” the previous giggle puddle of a man shot lila a threatening glare, tone laced in warning.

“sure you will.” she smiled as they drove off. the rest of the ride was silent.

#ticklish!diego #tua #tua tickle fic #the umbrella academy #i picture this like... in the car in 2x02??? #what a weird ending im sORRY #i hope yall enjoy :') #my fics

[gildedmuse]

And now, the even cuter sequel to...

Top Ten Cutest Kids In One Piece

Part II | Part I

7. Nami

Nami has a bit of an unfair advantage in that we see her through our her cute growth. I mean look at this. She a cute baby:

[Before you can fully laugh in the face of death you must first learn to smile at it. Smile and lure death in by pretending to be it's friend.]

She a cute kiddie:

[Pictured: Nami, right before her One Piece required tragic backstory kicks in.]

She even somehow a cute kid as a fully grown adult:

I mean, look at her pigtails! That's right, sweetie, one day you'll grow up to be a big, strong navigator!

Although, I have to say that part of what makes actual kid Nami so adorable is her precious little smile. For some unknowable reason (Arlong, having her mother killed in front of her, carrying the stress of her entire town's welfare on her shoulders before the age of ten, growing up way too soon, finding herself stranded in a rowboat with a smile ball of sunshine idiot and a frowny faced SWORD idiot) Nami doesn't seem to smile so much anymore (being one of the only rational people on a ship full of suicidal stupid children or perverts, constantly being placed in peril by said children, being one of the few people on the ship with an actual responsible that if she s fails at means they could easily all wind up dead... Really, it's a complete mystery). Certainly,it doesn't have that same quality of innocence and unrestrained joy.

Basically, Nami has a Luffy smile as a kid and she totally rocks it.

6. Baby 5 & Derringer

This is a baby Baby 5 babying a baby Derringer.

I mean, honestly? What else do you need?

5. Killer "Murder Machine" Killer

[I just want to say how hard it is finding pictures of Killer as a kid. We hat do you search? "Killer Child"? "Kid Killer"? "One Piece Killer Kid"? Also, sadly, "One Piece Killer as Kid" does not return a bunch of pictures of Killer and Kid clothing swaps. You disappoint me, internet.]

Okay, so I only learned about this cutie after I decided to make this list and let me say - HOW FUCKING CUTE IS THIS MURDER CRAZED LITTLE PIRATE ANGEL!? He is SO cute. Look at his fluffy blonde hair! Ah, I'll bet he was such a sensative little gentlemen, too, you know? Everything about him says, "I will call you ma'am, share all my toys, and def cry every time Bambi's mother dies even though I've seen it like THIS many times."

I'll bet Kid (who gets second place shouts outs for also being a adorable little tyke but has slightly less pinchable cheeks than my boy here) got him in sooo much trouble. Can't you just imagine baby Killer following Kid around on the playground.

"But Kid, we're not suppose to... The adults said so."

"Come on, Killer, it'll be so much fun."

"Mmm.. I don't know... it sounds dangerous (and scary)."

"Killer, don't you want to be my first mate when I become pirate king?"

"Of course, Kid! More than anything!"

"Well, pirates don't go around listening to adults or not doing something just because it's scary, do they?"

".... No, I guess not. No, they won't be very good pirates if they did."

"And you and me, we're going to be the best pirates EVER, aren't we?"

*Nods Eagerly*

"Well then....?"

"... Okay, but just this ONE time, okay Kid? Than can we please go make sand castles like I wanted to?"

"Yep! Right after, we'll make awesome pirate sandcastles! I promise!"

And that is how so many fires got started.

[I have no reason for posting this except I just love it so much.]

Worst generation? More like cutest generation amiright?

4. Donquixote Rosinante (Corazon)

Maybe I should have combined this one with Killer. They have a lot of the same things going for them. They're rocking the same fluffy blonde hair, they both have cheeks you want to kiss and pinch at the same time, and, yeah, of course Rosinante cried whenever Bambi's mother died. Though, to be fair, that wasn't just when he was a kid.

He definitely had to leave the room during that part when Law, Baby 5 an Derringer were watching it (for the record: Baby 5 would bite her lip and tried to act unaffected, Derringer would laugh and then start pouting about the lack of blood, while Law... Law would just stared down the TV while thinking on the inevitability of death and how it eventually comes for all living things.)

Also like Killer, the soft and adorable Corazon has a much more badass (but in a cute way) bestie/brother who should have maybe made the list of they didn't insist on standing so close to someone else who is just So. Fucking. Cute.

[Though Doffy tots rocks those sweetass sunglasses.]

The one thing really seperating them, besides the incredibly different circumstances of their births placing them in opposite economic and social spheres entirely at random is this Straight Outta Mariejois top hair curl.

Ack, this kid is just too fucking cute.

And yet still not top three level of cuteness.

So who do you think the final cute? Who are the top three cutest little babies in the world of One Piece? Stick around for that, runners up, and.... I don't wanna say a Loser List but, yeah, that.

#one piece #top ten #cutest one piece babies #cute smile #one piece killer #nami #luffy smile #corazon #donquixote rocinante #donquixote brothers #donquixote doflamingo #donquixote corazon #eustass kid #the worst generation #worst generation #more like cutest generation #baby 5 #baby baby 5 #one piece Derringer #cutie pies

[sparkmender]

💭

“Please don’t take this the wrong way, but I think you’re adorable. There’s just-- I don’t know! The descriptions of you never did you justice, really. Everyone always talked about your strength, and you have strength in spades, of course, but...

You also have the strength to be kind and gentle. That is admirable.

But, uhm, I think you have, and again, I’m really sorry if this is embarrassing, the cutest optics I’ve ever seen. I want to squish your faceplate when you make that little frowny face you do.”

[stitchwitchsapprentice]

Fullmetal Alchemist Liveblog Ep.14

Fullmetal Alchemist Ep. 14: Destruction's Right Hand

Ah, we're back in that city from the first episode, and it is a mess and a war zone. Well, that's sad. Not a surprise, but sad.

This conversation is incredibly depressing

So all the sins have a tattoo somewhere on their bodies, which may or may not be related to who they are (Gluttony's is on his tongue, Lust's in on her chest, etc.)

New theme song! This one's less perky, much better tonally. But also, a little sad. Farewell old, perky theme song. You will be missed.

New theme song feels like a theme song you might have for a magical girl show. And... well... I feel like this isn't *that* far off.

So they're looking for the philosopher's stone too. And they needed to tear apart a town to do that? Or did they just do that because they think it's fun?

Ooh, so Scar's up to nine kills. Run Ed, run!

"Thinking not even a killer would come to this backwoods place." lolol think again!

Hughes is still the cutest. And I finally remember his name now. (though I thought lt. col. Dad was a good one)

So Marcoh's changed his name, but he's still doing his doctoring.

So the fuhrer's got someone following them so he can track down Marcoh? Oh shit! gunfire!

Annd... someone mistaking Al for the fullmetal alchemist again. I love the boys' faced when this happens. Ed is so upset he has an additional frowny face that suddenly appeared in his hair!

So the military wants him back because they want his research...

The "uprising in Ishbal" That's where Winry's parents died. Hmm...

Also, the cuts with what's going on in Rose's city with this voiceover is just really nice storytelling.

"You're way too small for these concerns." *cue All holding Ed's coat to keep him from running at the guy*

lol "I know I'm stupid! But I have a right to be stupid so leave me alone!" *sulks like the teenage boy he is*

Oh great. Ed, you've brought the military right to it, whatever it is. (I don't think it's the philosopher's stone.... though it could be like... the philosopher's jello?)

Yup. They wanted Marcoh for his research. And they still like their machine guns.

Ed, you gotta rescue the doc!

Orr... maybe everybody's gonna get blown-up by Scar. Didn't see that one coming.

Hurm. Maybe Scar *is* the philosopher's stone... or some weird thing like that. Okay, probably not, but you never know

And who is this god that he's praying to? What is this religion he practices? Are we going to see more/learn more about it?

"What have I ever done to make enemies? Okay, bad question" lol

Actually, his arm might be connected with the philosopher's stone in some way, since it's got that same red glow that the last three fakes have had.

Well, if you're after people who are creating grotesque things and trying to play god... whelp, yeah, yeah, I guess Ed fits into that

"I come as a (literal) right hand." Wouldn't it have been interesting if his weird arm was his left?

Ah, his brother was killed by an alchemist, wasn't he?

*does alchemy on Ed's metal arm* *looks at hand* wtf, that should have worked

They really like pitting Ed up against people who suggest similarities between them, don't they?

Hughes put a tail on Ed to *protect* him? Actually... that's not a bad idea. Lt. Col. Dad is pretty smart.

There are a lot of people with weird right arms in this show.

Poor Rose. I see she's still quothing Ed though.

Look at Ed, growing and learning things. "I can't steal your stone. You use it to help people. And they should keep getting that help." Could he not ask Marcoh for help? Oh wait, he must bear all the wait of the world on his shoulders and do it all by himself with no help at all because he is the Ed, the drama queen protagonist. Whoops, sorry. I forgot. Still, good for him.

Actually, with Al there, it probably wouldn't matter whether or not Marcoh had legs. He could surely carry him.

I think the credit theme changed too.

Anyway... Predictions:

Ed will find a way to keep Marcoh safe.

Ed may ask Marcoh to help, but he's not *that* talented

Questions:

Ed-transutation circle

#fullmetal alchemist #liveblog #first time watching

[for-my-life-still-ahead-pity-me]

A Bit of Sunshine (Gardner Langway x Reader) (pt. 5)

Summary: While a new arrival on the end of Gardner’s postal route starts to stir-up his schedule, he becomes a comforting constant in theirs.

Previous          Next (?)

Warnings: Cotton-candy sweet, may get a toothache.

Word Count: 3,398

A/N: Gardner is a sweetheart, and I wrote this to distract myself from the fact that I am starting my final year of college in a few days :)

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Gardner stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom, staring at his reflection intently. It was like he’d never really looked at himself before. Like everything was new and different—the way his hair curled up and away from his forehead after brushing it, the crinkle between his eyebrows, the depth of color in his eyes. It was as if, before this moment, he hadn’t been concerned with how he looked, how everything about himself tied together. When he put on his postal uniform in the morning, it was an easy comfort. He knew that the sky blue of the shirt matched the grey-blue of his shorts, which––he had been told––accentuated the red tone of his hair. When he changed into civilian clothes at the end of the day there was never much worry if it looked good; he only ever hung around Cal and his friends from the post office. None of them cared if he wore a polo shirt or shorts, or if the colors matched.

But, now, Gardner suddenly found himself worrying about those things. Did the yellow of his shirt clash with the khaki color of his pants? Or did it match too closely and look funny? Were sneakers okay? Was his hair brushed enough? Did he always look so frowny when he concentrated? He suddenly wished that there was a full-length mirror somewhere in the house or the boat. Gardner had never felt so concerned about how he presented himself; but he was about to embark on a date with you and he wanted everything to be perfect.

A rapid, quirky knock sounded on the door, which then swung open without Gardner responding. The door nearly hit the contemplative postman, who had to shuffle quickly to avoid being struck. Calvin leaned into the tiny bathroom, hanging off the door frame and clinging to the door knob.

“How’s it goin’?” he drawled in a sing-songy voice. Then his nose crinkled a little upon eyeing Gardner’s shirt. “You’re going with yellow?”

“Yeah,” Gardner responded. He watched his expression morph into something less pinched and little more openly worried––eyes wide, brows both arched and pinched. He turned away from the mirror and faced Cal full-on. “Is it bad?”

Cal shrugged, holding his shoulders up by his ears; his lips puckered and pursed as he considered the yellow shirt, which was interrupted in thin, tasteful white stripes. “I mean... it’s yellow.”

“I like yellow.”

“But does she like yellow? It’s a very controversial color. You either love it, or you hate it.”

In all the conversations that Gardner had with you, he had never thought to ask about a favorite color. That’s what people did, didn’t they? Ask about favorite colors and food and animals? He presumed you liked yellow. You had enough yellow flowers in your garden, and enough yellow clothing and accessories to make him believe that you at least liked the color. But maybe you were indifferent. Maybe you had no opinion on it. Regardless, he associated the color with you; he’d never really thought yellow to be a particularly inviting color until you’d handed him that pansy. It made him happy, now, made him feel warm. Even the most garish shade felt like the warmth of the sun on his skin.

“It reminds me of her,” Gardner admitted, panicked expression softening.

Calvin, still hanging through the doorway, staring at Gardner contemplatively. Then, slowly, he started to nod. The hand that had been gripping the doorknob lifted and pointed.

“That’s good. Chicks like to hear stuff like that. Keep the yellow. You look confident,” Cal praised with a nod. Gardner wondered if he meant that wearing the color was a bold choice, or if he actually looked more confident. Then Calvin made a face, one that scrunched up in friendly concern. “I’d change the pants though.”

“Too similar?” Gardner pinched the hem of his shirt, bringing attention to the color again.

Cal nodded sagely, as though he had the best wealth of information on the subject of getting ready for a date. “Too similar.” Then his brows perked up and he held up a finger. “And!” Calvin darted down the hall––to his room, presumably––and dashed back into view. He held a bottle of cologne in his hand, which he then proffered to his friend. “Chicks go crazy over this stuff.” Gardner frowned down at the bottle and the amber liquid inside. There was a buzz from the kitchen. With a delighted sound, Calvin gave a little jump. “The zucchini loaf!” Calvin bolted towards the kitchen, running on his toes excitedly.

Gardner popped the cap of the cologne off and lifted it to his nose; a sniff revealed its scent. It was over-powering and tickled the back of his throat in an unpleasant manner. With his nose crinkling, Gardner placed the cologne on the sink counter, untouched and unused. Best to go without it. He looked back up into the mirror and pursed his lips. Tentatively, he reached up and ran his fingers through the front of his hair, which gave it a bit of a messier look, and made him look less of a kid on picture day. With an exhale that puffed his cheeks out, Gardner nodded to himself in the mirror.

It was now or never.

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You wished that you had a picnic basket.

It would have been a lot cuter than the reusable shopping tote that you’d taken out of your closet. But the tote had to do, and it was large enough to carry everything you needed. Instead of going out to a restaurant or a movie, you’d suggested a picnic. Gardner had agreed to the idea after admitting sheepishly that, despite asking you to go out on a date with him, hadn’t thought up where to go. He’d just wanted to go out. The park was an agreeable spot; you both liked the outdoors. The park was nice in the evenings, and it was rarely crowded, which would give you both some semblance of privacy.

The spot you chosen was situated in the ever-growing shade of a large oak tree. The blanket you’d taken from home was an old quilt and, like your tote bag, not the cutest thing in the world. But it was well-loved and comfortable, and that was all that mattered. Gardner was sat crisscrossed to one side of the blanket, hands primly folded in his lap. He watched as you started to take things out of the tote bag, and reached out to take them from you.

“You’ll have to thank Calvin for the zucchini bread,” you said, laughing lightly. You were holding the mentioned loaf, which was wrapped in tinfoil and a checkered dishtowel in hopes of keeping it warm. Gardner smiled, took the carefully wrapped loaf, and set it down gingerly.

“He wants to know if you like it. Fair warning, if you do and I tell him, you’ll be getting them once a week,” Gardner forewarned with a smile.

You laughed and pulled out two cling-wrap covered sandwiches. “I’m a bread lover, I think I could handle it.” Then you held up the sandwiches. “Though, if I knew that this was going to become a bread-heavy meal, I would’ve made something a little more... inspiring than sandwiches.”

Gardner shrugged with a sweet smile. “I don’t mind. I like sandwiches.”

When you’d been getting ready for the date, you’d panicked about what to actually bring for a picnic. You were fairly sure the last one you’d ever been on was when you were twelve, and you probably had been more interested in making daisy chains than eating whatever had been packed. Bringing cheese and crackers seemed a bit inconvenient, and while it seemed romantic, you’d have had to tote around different cheese knives and probably plates. Sandwiches were easy. You could hold them in your hand, they weren’t terribly messy, and they were filling. Sandwiches had been a gamble––not everyone liked them––but they were simple. And, thankfully, you’d made the right choice.

“Good, ‘cause otherwise I’ve just got potato chips in this bag,” you laughed, extracting the mentioned snack. You made a bit of a face and set the tote aside; the look that you flashed the man on the other side of the blanket was apologetic. “It’s not a lot. Sorry.”

Gardner shook his head and picked up one of the sandwiches, smiling just as sweetly as he had been since you picked him up outside Calvin’s house. He had been standing at the foot of the driveway with the towel wrapped loaf of bread in hand, rocking on his feet. When you’d appeared in your car, he had smiled; it was a soft look, a heart-melting look. And he’d been dutifully wearing it ever since he opened the door of your car.

“It’s perfect,” he assured. You beamed and started to unwrap the other sandwich, the cling wrap making a sticky sound as you pulled at it. Then you watched as Gardner surveyed the food laid out on the blanket. His eyebrows furrowed, then, and your smile waned a little. “There’s something missing.”

You, too, looked at what you’d brought––the bag of chips, the zucchini bread, the sandwiches, the two plastic cups and the water bottle beside it filled with lemonade. It wasn’t the most substantial early dinner, but you thought it would probably be enough. You wracked your brain nervously, trying to recall if Gardner had mentioned wanting something in particular.

“Oh?”

With a nod, Gardner rose to his feet and walked away from your little picnic area. You watched, bewildered, as he padded in an aimless direction, no further explanation given. He stopped suddenly and dropped into a crouch. After a moment, he turned back around and revealed he was pinching something in his fingers. Upon returning, you saw that it was a very tiny bouquet of clovers and sunny dandelions. When Gardner plopped back down, he placed the small pile of flowers in the middle of the blanket proudly.

“There,” he said with an equally proud smile. He leaned back on his hands, sitting more casually than before. “Perfect.”

You grinned at him, your heart jauntily skipping a little beat. Gardner was beaming. Perfect teeth on display, eyes twinkling and crinkling in delight at the corners. It was the most relaxed you’d ever seen him, slouching back on his hands, shirt a little rumpled, hair a little mussed. You wondered if it would be weird to take a picture of him, because you wanted to capture and keep that image of him forever.

“Yeah,” you agreed gently. “Perfect.”

Gardner’s smile relaxed into one that was close-lipped, but still lovely. His head lolled to the side a little so his cheek rested on his shoulder. For a comfortably quiet moment you both just gazed at one another. You basked in being in the other’s presence without the pressures of anything––no jobs to finish, no dinner plans to get to, no friends peering through curtains curiously. You could talk leisurely and enjoy the oncoming evening. But you would just be equally as happy sitting side-by-side quietly, not talking at all, just enjoying being with Gardner. And the way he was watching you, with the gentlest of expressions, made you think that he’d be okay with doing that, too.

“I’ll, uh, try the zucchini bread first,” you decided, setting aside your half-unwrapped sandwich. You picked up the loaf and started to unwrap the dishtowel with a chuckle. “Calvin seems to be very intent that all his food be eaten warm. He mentioned something about an eggplant parmesan congealing when I stopped in to get my car fixed.”

Gardner shrugged as much as he could with his arms in the position they were in. “It’s his favorite dish, he’s a little protective of it.”

You peeled open the tinfoil and tore a chunk of the bread off, and you regretted not having brought a knife of any sort. You smirked over at Gardner. “He seemed very upset that you let it cool off.”

Gardner arched his eyebrows. “It was you who kept me out late,” he pointed out. You scoffed teasingly and Gardner jutted his head forward as though to wordlessly further his point.

“Oh, so it’s my fault?” you laughed brightly. “You chose to say, so I think that we’re mutually responsible for causing the parmesan to congeal." With that you popped the bread into your mouth and started to chew. Your brows furrowed briefly before you let out a hum of content; you slapped a hand down over your heart. “Oh, that’s good." You said it with your mouth full, but held a hand over it to block any unfavorable sights. Once you swallowed you pointed at Gardner. “You tell Calvin you’ll never be late for eggplant parmesan again, because I will drive you home and join you if it’s as good as this bread.”

With a laugh as warm as the fading sunlight, Gardner shook his head and pushed off his hands. He started to unwrap his sandwich carefully, a smile still split across his face.

“If you praise his food enough he won’t ever let you leave,” he warned with a small laugh. You playfully rolled your eyes skyward in contemplation. The corner of your mouth rose into a smirk.

“I dunno, living with someone who makes great food and lives next to you sounds like a pretty good deal to me,” you hummed with a coy shrug. Your eyes fell to Gardner, your smirk growing into a smile. The smile he returned was quickly hidden in his sandwich, head ducked as he took a bite. He looked sheepish, almost, and it made your heart flutter.

The two of you chatted amiably as you ate. Gardner told you about some rare stamps he had that his friends from the post office coveted, so much so that each week one of them tried to see what they could trade to get them off him. You told him about how you were planning on starting a vegetable garden in the back yard, something that you’d tried before, but had never succeeded in doing. This led to you complaining about a sudden influx of beetles in your garden, and Gardner mentioned he’d seen a couple in the gardens of neighboring houses. The conversation was easy, and though there were lulls, one of you always eagerly brought a new topic up when it came to mind.

By the time the sandwiches were gone, the zucchini bread was picked at, and the lemonade half drunk, both of you were reclined on the well-loved quilt. Gardner had his hands folded atop his stomach, a position that you had mimicked when every other way to lie down felt uncomfortable. Your elbows were touching, though you wished you felt confident enough to turn on your side and wrap your arms around him. You turned your head to look over at Gardner, who was observing the purple hue of the sky with a gentle look. With a smile quirking at the corners of your mouth, you gently nudged your elbow against his. When he shifted his gaze over to you, you smiled a little wider.

“We swapped,” you said. Much to his confusion, apparently, because his brows furrowed. With a little laugh, you gestured to his shirt. “You’re wearing yellow.” You then pointed to the comfortable sundress you’d opted for. “I’m wearing blue.”

The furrow between Gardner’s brows smoothed out, and a smile pulled across his face. “Are you gonna deliver the mail, now?”

“Absolutely,” you laughed. Your dress was postal-uniform blue. “You gonna make the wedding bouquet arrangements for the end of the week?”

Gardner’s reply was a silent nod, though his smile was genuine and sweet.

You rolled a little so you were laying on your side, arms tucked under your head. For a quiet moment, you admired him in much the same way he had been admiring the sky. It hadn’t been long ago that the two of you were complete strangers. You had never thought, when you’d given him that flower, that you would end up where you were––and you were okay with that. Because where you were was really quite nice, and you wouldn’t exchange it for anything in the world.

After a moment, Gardner also shifted onto his side, which left the two of you closer than you had been before. The smile had drifted off his face, but his expression was still gentle. Still as admiring as it had been when it was directed up towards the sky, which was starting to darken in color. You watched as he reached down and grabbed something from between the two of you; his hand rose to show one of the dandelions from the tiny bouquet he’d picked. Quietly, he pressed the bloom to his nose, twirled it a little, and then held it there. Gardner then reached out to place it behind your ear, pulling at the stem so it sat snugly and securely. The action prompted a fond little giggle from your throat.

Once the dandelion was secure, Gardner’s fingers slowly danced along your jaw. The touch was light, ticklish almost. The kind of gentleness he used in touching your skin, was the same as the kind he used when examining his beloved stamps. When his fingers reached your chin, they paused. They slowly splayed out to cradle the expanse of jaw he’d just touched, and his thumb gently swept over the corner of your mouth. When Gardner repeated the action with his thumb, your lips parted a little. His eyes had become singularly focused on your mouth, and his own had opened somewhat. He shifted a little, wiggling slightly closer and bunching up the quilt in the process. You could just barely feel his breath against your skin. Everything about the moment was intimate, so sweetly intimate that you nearly felt hypnotized.

“Can I kiss you?” Gardner asked, voice barely above a murmur.

You bobbed your head a little in a nod, his hand still gently cradling your cheek. “Yes.”

He closed the distance between the two of you and pressed his lips against yours. The kisses that you’d shared with Gardner had always been gentle and sweet; he seemed to be incapable of being anything but. He had started to kiss your cheek after delivering your mail, just before he sauntered up the street with his hands in his pockets and a grin on his face. Those kisses were always quick, nothing more than a peck, but they left you giddy and giggly.

These kisses, though, the ones where your lips actually met, left you feeling breathless. He’d first kissed you on Wednesday, and it was Sunday, now. There had only been one other instance where he’d asked to kiss you, and that was on Thursday, when he’d asked about going on a date. That kiss, just like the others, was something completely special. They may have been gentle and slow, but they conveyed a world of emotion he didn’t seem to know how to communicate yet.

You threaded your fingers through Gardner’s hair at the nape of his neck. He hummed in response and drew away, only to kiss you for a second time. A giggle that you couldn’t fight off bubbled in your throat and you smiled into the kiss. When the second kiss broke, Gardner continued to lavish your face with attention. A kiss was pressed to the corner of your mouth, your cheek, and your forehead. In response, you shuffled a little closer and kissed the tip of his nose, which spurred a blissful smile to split across Gardner’s face. You then cuddled yourself into his chest, comfortably nuzzling your head underneath his chin.

The sky was turning dusky and the air smelled sweet. The quilt beneath you was cushioned by the grass underneath, and the warmth of Gardner’s arms as they wrapped around you was immensely comfortable. The moment was perfect. And, like so many others you’d shared with Gardner, you wished that it could last forever. But since you knew that, once it was dark enough, you would have to leave, you contented yourself to be happy in the moment. So you smiled gently into his chest; and you could feel Gardner press a smiling kiss to the top of your head.

Tag List: @honimello, @someone-get-a-medic, @dearestdeaky, @bohemiandeakyy, @sleepyblossom, @gardnerlangway, @ramibaby

#gardner langway x reader #dear sidewalk imagine #joe mazzello x reader #a bit of sunshine #joe mazzello #gardner langway #dear sidewalk #my writing

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Idk why I didn't notice this before but when you're having tea time with Edelgard and click Banter, she gets this frowny/pouty face and blushes and it's the cutest thing ever asdfkdhdjshsksjs

#Las speaks #Edelgard von Hresvelg #I would post a pick but that'll have ti wait cuz it's 4 am amd I need to sleep

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Oblivious

Words: 2899 Summary: Valentine. The worst day of the year for a guy like Okuyasu. At least he could count on his best bud, Josuke. Okuyasu just can't take the hint, yo! AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17758787

This is a gift for the Valentine Event on a JoJo Discord group! Now that the reveal has happened, I can post it here too!

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Valentine. The worst day of the year for a guy like Okuyasu. Girls just didn’t seem to like him. He didn’t even have female friends, besides Yukako, if you could call her that. And she was too into Koichi to even consider giving him giri choco. Damn, the lovebirds would have their first anniversary that July. Who would have thought, considering their rocky beginnings. Thinking about their friends, only made Okuyasu sadder. At least he could count on his best bud, Josuke. He was so so lucky Josuke hadn’t got a girlfriend yet, or he might have just cried. And crying on Valentine Day was just pathetic.

He knocked on Josuke’s door. And waited. And waited some more. Josuke sure was taking his time. He heard a slight commotion behind the door and it was suddenly wrenched open. A blushing Josuke was pushing Okuyasu out of the threshold, while Tomoko could be heard laughing in the background and calling out to them. Josuke answered half annoyed half panicking.

“Good luck, Josuke!”

“Shut up, mom!”

“And have a nice Valentine, Okuyasu!”

“Thank you, Tomoko-san!”

Okuyasu didn’t ask what that was about and Josuke didn’t tell. His face was all frowny, and his lips were pouting slightly. He looked so cute that Okuyasu was sure he was staring like the dumbass he was.

"So, what's in the bag?" Okuyasu pointed at the Owson plastic bag Josuke was carrying along with his schoolbag.

"Just stuff for an assignment." Josuke grinned mischievously at him. Okuyasu felt himself blushing and cleared his throat. He decided it was a good time to shut his mouth.

Still, the silence wasn’t uncomfortable. Sometimes they didn’t need to talk to have a good time together, and Okuyasu was glad about it. Halfway down to the school, Josuke suddenly smiled and turned to him.

“Okuyasu…”

But whatever he wanted to said was suddenly interrupted by the arrival of three girls from their highschool. They were all pretty.

“Josuke!”

“How lucky, we are the first!”

“Please, accept this!”

The girls were out of breath, it seemed they had been running all the way from whatever place they came from. They pushed beautifully decorated boxes towards Josuke.

Okuyasu froze. The hell?! They didn’t even make it to school yet, and Josuke was already getting honmei choco!?

Josuke accepted all the gifts with a tense smile. Okuyasu frowned. These girls seemed nice, but the smile on Josuke’s face was not the carefree one he was used to. They started walking again towards the school, making chit-chat, talking about fashion, his hair and make-up. Josuke was surprisingly knowledgeable about the latter, commenting on skin-care routines or whatever with a girl with a dark bob.

What the hell is even a BB cream?

Another girl, with short brown hair, suddenly hugged Josuke’s arm, and Okuyasu felt a slight pain in his chest. But it went away quickly when his friend shook it off with a laugh. It was done so smoothly that the girl didn’t take offense at all.

‘Wow, he’s so cool’. Okuyasu was sure if he ever slighted a girl like that, she would have slapped him. No that he knew any girl who wanted to walk arm-in-arm with him.

The conversation turned to food, and Josuke managed to find a way to include him in the conversation, praising his cooking skills.

“Don’t let his lovable thug face fool you, this is a guy with a refined taste. He makes a mean spaghetti, that you wouldn’t know it wasn't actually made by a real Italian chef!” And the tall teen put his arm around Okuyasu’s shoulders in a half-hug.

“Aww, Josuke. It’s not that great!” he blushed, but was happy to know Josuke appreciated his efforts after learning some tips from Tonio.

“Ooooh!” All girls looked surprised, and the girl with the long wavy hair joked, “You should bring some to share at lunch hour, Okuyasu-kun!”

Okuyasu blushed even harder. No girl had ever given him the “kun” honorific before.

Josuke suddenly cleared his throat. And was that a growl? “Nah! I’m the only one that gets to taste his cooking, because we are best friends!” The hug suddenly felt tighter, and Josuke’s smile showed teeth. While the girls laughed, to Okuyasu it seemed more like a threat.

Weird.

They arrived at school, and the girls suddenly hurried up to meet with their friends. They all started laughing loudly. It seemed like they were bragging about something. Josuke just sighed and they walked together to their classrooms which, luckily, were side by side.

On their way there, they found Koichi holding huge bouquet of white roses. He was blushing, but he grinned when he saw his friends. “Hey guys!”

“Hey Koichi, guess Yukako already gave you your gift?” Josuke raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah, I haven’t got anything from a girl before, except some giri choco when I was in elementary school! And she said this is the first of her gifts” Koichi’s grin got even wider.

“You are so lucky!” Okuyasu could feel his eyes get teary.

“You aren’t going to cry, right Okuyasu?” Josuke hip-checked him. “Besides, who knows! Maybe you’ll get a Valentine today!”

“Don’t make fun of me! Maybe I’ll get some repurposed choco if you share your stash with me!”

“Stash?” Koichi asked.

Josuke groaned. “Just some girls from our class!”

“Oh, your fangirls!” Koichi teased. Okuyasu couldn’t help but feel a bit bothered. OK, a lot bothered.

Josuke wasn’t happy either. “Sheesh. Don’t call them that. I am not Yuuya!”

And with a huff, he grabbed Koichi to push him into their classroom. Before fully entering he turned to Okuyasu and smiled a real smile. “See you at lunch, Okuyasu!”

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He almost didn’t manage to have lunch with Josuke. His friend was accosted by a bunch of girls as soon as the bell rang, giving chocolate and cookies and stuff. Thankfully, Yukako used Love Deluxe to push the girls aside, in order to enter the classroom to find Koichi.

Okuyasu sat beside his best friend, while the lovebirds did their thing. Yukako apparently had made a Super Special Valentine Bento or something for them to share. The scarred boy thought that Josuke sure looked annoyed for someone who got so many Valentine gifts. After eating and chatting for some time, Okuyasu gave the stash another look. Some of those chocolates looked fancy.

“Are you gonna eat any of those now?”

“Nope.”

“Can I eat some then?”

“NO!”

Okuyasu jumped at that, surprised. Josuke immediately looked contrite.

“I’m sorry. It’s just… You know what, I have something to do after classes. It won’t take long. Just wait for me at the school gates. And we can eat all the chocolate together. At home.”

The way Josuke was looking at Okuyasu flustered him, so he just nodded and continued eating his bento.

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After classes, Okuyasu was waiting for Josuke. Koichi and Yukako had long since left to their Valentine date, not without saying ‘Gook Luck!’ to Okuyasu. That had been weird. He wondered what was taking Josuke so long. The image of some girl confessing to him came to his mind, and he frowned. Then a worst image of Josuke confessing to some girl appeared, and he suddenly teared up. No. He wouldn’t cry like a wuss. He inhaled, and held it. ‘I wish he could like someone like me.’

“Okuyasu!”

He choked on his own saliva. Josuke was running towards him, and here he was, wheezing like a dumbass.

“Hey, Josuke”, he said weakly.

“You alright, man?” Josuke frowned, his lips pursed in the cutest pout. Dammit.

“Yeah.”

The looked at each other for a bit, until Okuyasu asked, “So?”

Josuke bit his lip, and Okuyasu gulped. “Here”, he shoved a long dark purple box with a light green bow at the scarred boy. Okuyasu hadn’t even noticed Josuke was carrying it. He looked at the box again, and opened it. Inside was a single tulip. And it was made of chocolate.

“The petals have strawberry filling. I know you like chocolate and strawberry together. But the leaves have mint! Because you know I like mint. And when you eat it, you’ll think of me”, said Josuke, smiling nervously.

“Thank you!”, Okuyasu smiled his big smile. He got chocolate on Valentine! And from Josuke. Even if it was repurposed from one of his fans. Thinking about that, Okuyasu saw the rest of his stash in the Owson plastic bag.

“What about those?”

The question seemed to bother Josuke. “Why would you want any of those. This is the one I gave you, so it’s the best. Right?”

Well, it was a strawberry-choco Valentine, with some mint too, so Josuke did give him the best of the stash. Quality over quantity! It sure was lucky there was one gift that appealed both their tastes. And besides it looked like the chocolate was very well-made. The details of the flower looked great. It almost made him sad to eat it. He wondered which girl gave Josuke that particular gift.

Okuyasu smiled. “Sure it is!”

Josuke cleared his throat. “So you accept it. Right?”

“Of course I accept it! It’s my first Valentine gift!” Okuyasu joked, even if he was really touched.

“I’m glad, Okuyasu.” Josuke grinned.

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The rest of the week passed without issue. A small part of Okuyasu’s Valentine gift still remained in his little fridge. He was going to make it last the week, dammit! But it was so hard. The chocolate was every bit as good as it looked. He even shared a bit with Josuke since it was his in the first place. And he did share bits of his stash, just to prove Okuyasu the one he gave him was the best. It was true. The cardboard box and bow were stored in a big wooden box he used to put all the stuff he wanted to preserve.

Things were slightly different from the routine on Thursday though. On their way back home after school, Okuyasu was complaining about an important test they were going to take next week.

“Yeah, we are getting that test too”, said Josuke. “Do you want to stay the night? Tonight I mean.”

“Huh?”

“Mom has a conference for teachers on S-City, and she won’t be home until tomorrow afternoon. You could stay the night.” Josuke looked away for a moment. “We could order food, and do stuff… like a date!”

“A study date?”, Okuyasu offered.

“What?!” Josuke gave Okuyasu the cutest scrunchy face look.

“A study date for the test?”

“Yeah sure, we can study too. But we can also do fun stuff. Right?” Josuke nervous laughter was confusing to Okuyasu. For a moment he thought Josuke meant an actual date. Like if he were a girl, and Josuke was asking him to spend the night alone at his house. ‘But… there’s no way that could be.’

“Sure, man! I’ll be there!”

“Great!” Josuke grinned and took Okuyasu’s hand in his, prompting him to look down at their joined hands. He smiled back at this friend.

That Josuke, trying to act though, when he was nervous about the test too.

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With Josuke sleeping by his side on the bed, Okuyasu realised they didn’t get to study much that day. Sure, they managed to finish their homework, but in the end they just played videogames and watched a scary movie. Not unlike many other days they spend their afternoon together. Except Josuke was basically glued to Okuyasu’s side the whole time. Specially during the scary movie. Not that he minded. They also ate a pizza, and he even let Okuyasu have the last slice. It was a great night. Even if Okuyasu was confused about their lack of studying.

Looking over at the lightly snoring Josuke, Okuyasu couldn’t help but think his best friend looked really cute. He knew Josuke was attractive, because he had working eyes; but since Valentine what he saw when he looked at Josuke went above and beyond appreciation for his good looks. Josuke suddenly turned on his side and cuddled his arm. Dammit. Okuyasu stared at Josuke’s long eyelashes brushing his high cheekbones. ‘I guess I’ll deal with it.’ He sighed and tried to sleep. His arm fell asleep before him.

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Okuyasu woke up fast to see Josuke on top of him. Both froze for a beat, and then Josuke blushed hard. His face was the reddest color Okuyasu has seen on him. Ever.

“I’m sorry! I just wanted to go over you to go the bathroom because…” Josuke gulped and shifted slightly.

“Oh”. That was a boner. Josuke’s boner. Okuyasu felt Josuke’s boner against his hip. OK, no problem. It’s just a boner. Just teenage hormones. Josuke had probably been dreaming about a hottie with a hot body. Oh, how Okuyasu wished Josuke was dreaming about him. ‘Yeah right! He’s way out of my league anyway.’

“I’m so sorry!” Josuke was so embarrassed his eyes teared up a bit.

OK. Feeling Josuke’s boner through some layers of clothing was embarrassing. But he could, ahem, take it. Watching Josuke cry though? Not going to happen if he didn’t want to start crying too!

“It’s ok! It happens to all of us!” Okuyasu’s hand almost touched Josuke’s teary face, before his mind caught up with him, and he made his hand touch his own hair.

“Thank you!” Josuke leapt over him and practically ran to the door.

Okuyasu sat up and sighed, both sad it was over before anything interesting happened, and happy Josuke ran away before he noticed Okuyasu’s body had reacted too. He gulped, and touched the waistband of his sleeping pants.

And Josuke came back abruptly.

Okuyasu threw his hands in the air like a cornered criminal in an American cop show. “Okuyasu! Don’t think I was taking advantage or trying to pressure you or something! I’m a pure love kind of guy!”

“Okay?” What the hell was Josuke talking about?

“Good then. So… erm. I’ll just go to the bathroom… and take a cold shower! Yeah.”

Okuyasu was left alone in Josuke’s bedroom once again, wondering what was that all about.

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That Friday after school, Josuke invited Okuyasu to Tonio’s trattoria as an apology for the boner incident. Okuyasu had already forgiven him of course, but free food is free food and he accepted.

The food was delicious of course, even if Tonio was acting all weird, offering congratulations and wine. Okuyasu had to remind him they were minors, and then mentally kicked himself because what kind of delinquent turned down free booze? Tonio just mumbled about confusing Japanese laws. For dessert, Tonio brought a Torta Caprese with strawberries and chocolate flakes on top. It looked delicious and it was big enough for two. Which, apparently, was Tonio’s intention since he told them to share and congratulated them again.

“Tonio is acting super weird today!”, Okuyasu said before putting a bit of cake in his mouth. “So good!”, he moaned at the first taste.

“It is very good”, Josuke said distractedly, watching Okuyasu intently. “Erm, you do know why I brought you here, right?”

“Because of your boner”, Okuyasu pointed at Josuke with his dessert spoon.

“No! I mean… I do want to apologize. But it’s not only that!” Josuke was flustered and drank some water to calm down. He breathed in. He breathed out.

“Hey, uh.” Josuke started, and then stopped. He cleared his throat and touched the back of his head.

“Yeah?” Okuyasu wondered what was bothering his friend so much. He would be there for him of course. But the suspense was killing him!

“I love you.”

“...” Was Jotaro suddenly there? Time seemed to have stopped. Or maybe it was because Okuyasu stopped breathing and oxigen wasn’t getting to his brain.

“Okuyasu?” Josuke leaned in, looking very worried.

“WHAT THE HELL!” Okuyasu stood up screaming. And like a deflated balloon, fell back on his chair, with his head hanging down the back of it.

“Okuyasu!” Josuke hurried to Okuyasu’s side, but before he could touch him, Okuyasu grabbed Josuke’s right hand in both of his.

“Please tell me this ain’t a joke!” Okuyasu’s eyes were tearing up, but a small fragile smile was trying to punch through.

“Of course not! I’m a love kind of guy! What the hell do you think I’ve been doing this whole week?”

“You mean the repurposed chocolate, the study date and the apology lunch because boner?”

“Repurposed chocolate?! I made that chocolate!” Josuke sounded quite offended.

“You made me giri choco?” Okuyasu grinned.

“It was honmei choco, you dumbass!”, Josuke went pass offended and landed on pissed. He sure didn’t take his hand out of Okuyasu’s though, he noted.

“Oh!” Josuke had made that delicious and beautiful chocolate! By himself! With his own two hands!

“Yes, oh!” Josuke pouted, looking away.

“OH! I accepted your honmei choco!” Okuyasu could have punched himself, he was such an idiot!

“Yes! You did! But you didn’t know! I must be the biggest dumbass!” Josuke moaned, and finally reclaimed his hand to bury his face in both of them.

“Guess we are right for each other, eh?” Okuyasu grabbed Josuke’s both hands this time, and smiled shyly. His maybe-boyfriend smiled back.

“Yeah. We are!” Josuke leaned in and gave Okuyasu a small but heartfelt kiss. It tasted like Italian cake.

“Wait, so did everybody know but me?!”

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Totally based on this comic!

#josuyasu #valentine fic #JJBA #JoJo's Bizarre Adventure #Josuke Higashikata #Okuyasu Nijimura #josuke x okuyasu

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Your Name Remains The Same [15/END]

[This is it everyone. The last chapter to YNRTS. I hope you all had fun reading it cause it was a blast to write. I want to thank each and everyone of you for loving this story as much as you have and a special thanks to @loser-dot-com for the little moodboard of the story. I hope it's ok that I use it for this last chapter😊 ah ok i'm gonna stop rambling. Enjoy this last chapter of Your Name Remains The Same]

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Pairing : Park Chanyeol / [Fem] Reader

Genre : angst, some fluff, smut, Mafia! AU

Words : 2.1k

Pt 1. Pt 2. Pt 3. Pt 4. Pt 5. Pt 6. Pt 7. Pt 8. Pt 9. Pt 10. Pt 11. Pt 12. Pt 13. Pt 14. Pt 15.

-Chanyeol’s P.O.V-

I buried my head in the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent as I hugged her to my body tighter. She was crying in my arms, tears of joy and relief but that didn’t mean that having her crying in my arms hurt me any less. I squeezed her in my grip tightly, wanting to make her tears stop but I knew I just had to let her cry it out rather than have her bottle everything up inside. I felt a few of my own tears falling down my face at finally having her in my arms. When the others had told me how long I had been unconscious my heart sank to the pit of my stomach. For five months Y/N had waited by my bedside for any sign that I was still in there. She never lost hope that I would wake up but Baekhyun had told me that just a few days ago she had started doubting if I’d ever wake up. He told me how he woke up one night to hear her crying to herself and that’s what broke my heart.

I let out a sigh, placing a lingering kiss on the side of her head. I went to pull away from the hug but Y/N just held on tighter, making a chuckle fall from my lips. I placed my hands back around her shoulders, knowing that she wasn’t going to let go any time soon. I let a small smile grace my lips as I was suddenly reminded of old times. Y/N used to do this sort of thing often, whenever we would hug she would refuse to let go, it was the cutest thing. I chuckled once more, my heart doubling in size at the love I felt for her. I can’t believe that after all this time and all that I’ve put her through she still loves me.

“I really hate to break this up but can I talk to you for a quick minute Chan?” Jongdae asked, cutting into our little moment.

Y/N sighed before pulling away, glaring at Jongdae as she walked away from us. Before Jongdae could say anything I pulled him into a hug, a slight laugh leaving Jongdae’s lips as he patted my back.

“Thank you.”

“For what?” He asked in confusion, pulling back from the hug.

“For being there for Y/N. The others told me that you were the one that did the most for her while I was unconscious…”

He smiled softly at that, “Well I was her best friend at one point in time.”

He stayed quiet for a few seconds before his face became serious, “She’s not the same anymore…”

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion, “What do you mean?”

“She’s...changed and not in a good way. Chan after we found out you weren't going to wake up for awhile...she--she lost it,” He paused, combing his hair out of his eyes, “She not the same Y/N you know.”

“Jongdae stop being so vague...you’re scaring me.”

“She’s...been trying to hunt down Jiho. She wasn’t able to track him down so she started looking into the people that worked for him. At first she would just question them but as time went on she got frustrated with the lack of answers she was looking for. Each person she interrogated...Chan...they never made it out of the room.”

I felt the air leaving my lungs, as if someone had just punched me in the gut. Jongdae must’ve seen the look on my face but he quickly looked away, offering nothing to debunk my suspicions, “But...she--she was a cop? H-How…”

“Seeing you like that...made something in her snap. She threw away all her morals and everything she learned in her line of duty. Chan...the things she would do to them--I wouldn’t wish those things on my worst enemy.”

I took a step back, bringing a hand up to my mouth. Just how much of her did I break? Ever since I’ve known Y/N she’s had a strong moral compass and she’s always prided herself in that. When I found out that she had become a detective it made so much sense. She had always talked about wanting to do something to help people which is what made it so much easier to find her. To know that her morals had completely crumbled because of me caused a wave of sadness to wash over my entire being. If I hadn’t of looked for her, if I didn’t force her into this life...she wouldn't have had to go through any of this. She wouldn’t have had to throw away something that was so important and fundamental to her entire being.

“I overheard you saying you want to get out of this life...I’m begging you...please do it. I can’t bare to watch the woman that I’ve loved as a sister for years become a shell of the person she once was.” Jongdae spoke up after a while, his voice full of emotion, “We can ruin our lives all we want to, hell we can all turn into the devil himself, I don’t give a fuck but Y/N...she’s too good for this. She has her son to think about and once she comes to her senses I know she’ll never forgive herself. So please, I’m asking you, as her best friend, her brother, your brother...save her before it’s too late.”

I looked into his eyes before avoiding his gaze and searching the room for Y/N. It wasn’t hard to find her, her eyes already trained on me. If I didn’t know her as well as I did I would’ve been fooled by the smile on her face. She looked completely content with everything, happy that I was back but I knew better, her eyes were always a dead give away. Her eyes that were once filled with a fire so intense you could feel it deep in your soul has burned out. Her eyes became hollow, frightening me and making me think just how much of her I could still save. She’s been through so much and I have no idea if I’ll be able to put all her pieces back together...I’ll be damned if I don’t try though. She’s gone through all this for my sake and if I can’t put her back together…

-3 Years Later-

Y/N’s P.O.V

I giggled against his lips, amused with how impatient he was. I had been sending him some teasing pictures all day to which he responded to with one frowny face emoji. I didn’t expect that he would come running home within the next few minutes after finally seeing them. I was amused to say the least but I wasn’t complaining when he brought me into a rough kiss.

He grabbed a hold of my waist, his nimble fingers making their way under my shirt. I moaned against his lips, walking backwards until I felt the back of my knees hit the bed. I wrapped my arms around his neck and let myself fall backwards onto the bed taking him down with me. We landed with a thud, a chuckle leaving his lips before he trailed his lips down the side of my neck. I let out a low moan when his lips met the place where my neck met my shoulder.

“Chanyeol…” I breathed out softly, weaving my fingers through his hair.

I felt him smirk against my skin, his hands trailing down my body until they cupped my clothed core. A moan left my mouth as he bit at my neck, using that to distract me as he slipped his hand into my shorts. A choked gasp fell from my mouth as his fingers slowly ran up and down my folds.

“Fuck...you’re so wet already and I’ve barely touched you.”

“Chanyeol….please…”

He smirked as he continued his assault on my neck, two of his finger suddenly slipping inside me with no warning. I moaned loudly, digging my nails into his arm as I arched my back. He started off with a fast pace, giving me no time to adjust as he was already getting ready to insert a third finger. I could feel my orgasm coming, my walls pulsating around Chanyeol’s fingers.

“Fuck. Chan...I’m--I’m gonna cum…”

“Not without me your not.” He all but growled out as he pulled out of me.

He wasted no time in stripping himself of his clothes, removing my own as well. Without a word he flipped me over so I was laying flat on my stomach. He placed a gentle kiss on my shoulder blade, lining his member up with my entrance. I fisted the bed sheets as he started pushing in the tip, a groan leaving his lips as he started filling me up. A loud moan of his name fell from my lips when he bottomed out, Chanyeol pulling out almost immediately before slamming back in.

“Fuck Y/N...you feel...so fucking good…” He groaned out, snapping his hips into me.

I said nothing as I buried my face into the pillows, trying to muffle my moans. My orgasm was fast approaching and it didn’t seem like Chanyeol was going to last very long. I had been sending him teasing pictures since he left the house this morning and I’m surprised he held out for as long as he did.

My thoughts were cut off Chanyeol started hitting a new spot, making me see stars. I reach back and dug my nails into his thighs, a choked moan making its way out of my mouth, “Holy shit~”

Chanyeol’s thrust picked up in speed, the only sound being heard was the lewd sound of my moans and skin slapping against skin repeatedly. Before I even knew what happened my orgasm ripped through my body, a loud moan of his name leaving my lips. My walls clenched around him tightly as I came, sending him into his own orgasm. He groaned loudly as he kept thrusting in and out, riding out our highs, his seed mixing with my own juices inside me before he pulled out. The both of us we panting heavily, completely out of breath.

I felt Chanyeol snake his arm around my waist, spooning me, my back flush against his chest. Before long I heard his snores filling the room. I  couldn’t help but let out a chuckle, giving a shake of my head. I was always amazed at how quickly he was able to fall asleep after sex, something I were never able to do. What I did end up doing was something I hated the most about myself.

Every time silence settled into any room I was in I couldn't help but let my thoughts run wild which never ended well. After all I did three years ago I couldn’t bring myself to forget all the terrible things I did. I hurt...so many people...I tortured and killed...so many people. After priding myself in my upstanding morals I let myself get swallowed up by a...demon. I couldn’t even recognize myself back then because that wasn’t me, that was a monster.

No matter how far away Chanyeol, Jihyun, and I moved the things I did to those people will always follow. No matter how many times Chanyeol would tell me it wasn’t my fault and I did what I had to do I know that I’ll never be able to forgive myself. It’ll take more than a few years for me to even accept that I was the one to do those terrible things and another decade to even think about forgiving myself for them.

“Stop that…”

Chanyeol’s voice cut into my thoughts, startling me.

“Let it go…”

“I can’t. Those...things I did I-”

“You were desperate Y/N...no one blames you…”He spoke out softly, his arm around my waist tightening.

“I...killed all those people Chan...and I-”

“Did what you had to. Y/N please forgive yourself in your moment of weakness. We’ve all done terrible things…”

I turned around to face him, burying my head into his shoulder as I started to cry. Chanyeol held me tightly, combing his fingers through my hair to try and calm me down. It was going to take awhile but I knew that I had to forgive myself eventually. Not only did I have my son as a constant pillar of strength but I now had Chanyeol. Chanyeol gave me everything he had to offer and more and for that I was grateful. I know that if I have both my boys by my side I’ll be able to overcome anything, big or small.

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[miriyos]

i’m a little stitious (wc: 1,858)

(I definitely took the title from The Office, no shame. Based on this. Written as if it was the start of the season.)

Geno hates the connotation that comes along with being superstitious. Like most other players, he has his routine that he sticks to. That’s what he calls it. He’s played hockey for what feels like his entire life. Very rarely does he take something that works out of his routine, and only if he feels like he’s in a drought does he consider taking something out.

Some people he’s dated have taken the time to be considerate of the schedule he keeps. A few long-term relationships down the road, none of them have ever really played a role in preparing Geno for a game.

Except, now, Sid.

Sweet, a little bit shy, and most certainly, hockey crazy, Sidney Crosby. Geno has never really met someone like Sid before.

The Penguins are visiting Minnesota for a game. They’re given a day off while Minnesota is busy on a back-to-back when Geno catches word that St. Cloud University is having a women’s hockey game. Their arena is an hour away but if the young boys plan on going out to pick up, Geno would almost rather have them mingle with girls their own age than mess with cougars.

What a concept. Geno never heard of it until he came to America.

That’s where he meets Sid for the first time, always the first person to jump up out of his seat during an exciting play, complete with an embarrassing sign with his sister’s name on it clearly made with their mother’s touch. It’s nearly a full house for a women’s college game and Sid just might be the loudest person in attendance whether it be cheering or simply talking to himself.

The Huskies are on a 2-3 lead at home hoping to solidify the win when the away team pulls their goalie. Crosby in the net thinks about freezing the puck, decides against it, and sends it flying across the ice so fast Geno’s not even sure if McDavid could catch up to it. Huskies get the empty net and Geno promptly smacked in the face with Sid’s cardboard sign.

He might play up the pain a little bit in front of the boys, but he’s the captain so he can always glare the rookies into submission later. Right now, he’s focused on the beautiful man holding his face, checking for paper cuts.

Sid must apologize a dozen times in his Canadian politeness before he agrees to let it go.

“I’m so sorry,” he apologizes again after apologizing for apologizing so much.

Geno just laughs, ignoring the shocked faces of his teammates. “If so sorry, you come to Pens game tomorrow? Cheer me on?”

Me, not us. He suffers from chirping on his pickup line skills for weeks. It’s well worth it the way Sid’s face gets a blushy red. Geno doesn’t usually do this, try to pick up where people can see him. It’s one thing to do it at the club where it’s dark and there’s so many bodies around it could be easy to mistake Geno for anyone. But here, Geno can hear some whispers of people who’ve recognized them and he doesn’t care.

“I’d love to,” Sid says, a bit shocked and breathless. “Can I bring someone? My sister?”

“Of course, I’m love to meet her.”

*

Sid lives in Pittsburgh and after four months of dating Geno, moves in with him. A notable amount of Sid’s things were already in Geno’s house and with Sid’s lease up, it seemed like a good opportunity to bring the topic up. He steps back long enough to make sure he isn’t rushing things and decides screw it.

The worst Sid can do is say no.

Sid doesn’t. He asks every other variation of making sure Geno thought things through and making sure if Geno won’t get tired of him if Sid moves in too early. Geno doesn’t think that’s possible.

“He makes a good trophy husband,” Flower teases Geno one day. Sid has successfully gained Scarlet’s favor and is showing her his best impression of his face off look.

Silently, Geno agrees.

*

While Geno is prepping for his pregame nap, Sid is coming out of a fresh shower after coming home from the gym. He just looks soft with his hair wet and dressed comfortably in a Pens shirt Geno is pretty sure Sid stole from him. It doesn’t take much to persuade Sid to lay down with Geno for a while, just until he falls asleep, but when Geno wakes up, Sid is still tucked under the curve of his arm, perhaps even closer than how they started off.

Geno has never taken a better nap.

Sid wakes up with him and makes enough pasta for the both of them as a late lunch, early dinner. Geno spends the majority of that time admiring how good Sid looks in his kitchen. No longer awkward and afraid to ask where things are or if he can use them. Some things on the higher shelves Geno had to move down just so Sid could reach them.

Geno never mentioned it but Sid must’ve appreciated the gesture if the spontaneous makeout on the couch was an indication.

On the way out to the arena, Sid gives Geno a good luck kiss in the doorway of their house. Sid gets perhaps a lot more handsy with Geno in his suit, which gives him so many ideas he’ll have to touch on with Sid later, however, he gathers his inner strength and walks away.

The jumbotron catches Sid later filming the replay of Geno’s second goal of the night. For the rest of the duration of the game and an hour after, Twitter is buzzing wanting to know who the attractive man behind the glass was.

Flower screenshots every last one of the comments and sends them to Geno.

*

The Pens take bets on how many open practices Sidney will show up to. So far, since meeting Geno, he’s five for five.

Tanger and Flower have completely monopolized Sid’s time away from Geno. In the midst of their poorly veiled interrogation on his intentions toward their captain they discover Sid played hockey. So now, the rest of the boys are equally impressed.

At some point, someone gets Sid one of Geno’s sticks and a roll of tape. The rookies watch awe of Sid’s meticulous taping skills, his tongue poking out of the corner of his mouth in the cutest way as he gets Geno’s stick the way he wants it.

Geno doesn’t have the heart to tell Sid that that isn’t how he likes his sticks taped. He just asks Dana on the side to prepare another one. Somehow, the stick ends up on Geno’s rack and later in his hand anyway. It takes until the puck hits his stick that he notices something different. He still manages to score on Flower so maybe Sid didn’t tape it badly, just not the way Geno would have.

The stick stays, taped and all, a weird request Geno has never given before. It goes with them to Philly where it ends up in Geno’s hand again. By the end of the night, Geno has three assists and a new method of taping his sticks.

He can’t manage to replicate Sid’s method on his own though.

“You do much better than me,” he tells Sid with four sticks lined up to be taped.

“Are you sure?” Sid still asks. “Wouldn’t you rather tape it the way you like it?”

Geno shrugs. “I like your way better.”

“I could just teach you,” Sid suggests although clearly in hockey mode. His tongue is poking out again. Geno briefly thinks that he should definitely kiss his boyfriend.

So, he does.

Sidney has to tape the stick all over again from scratch though for being distracted. Worth it.

*

The Metro Division is something of a mess right now. The Pens are trying their best to secure a wildcard position. It’s going to happen. Geno won’t let this go on for much longer if he has anything to say about it. The Capitals, however, are top of the Metro. Ovi aside, the Caps need to win a little less so the Pens can rise through the rankings.

And Philly. And maybe the Devils too.

Geno just wants to win. As back to back Stanley Cup champions, they’ve been doing that a little less often than they were expected to.

Caps play the Detroit Red Wings, a team Geno couldn’t really if they won or lost, except they’re playing Ovi so he’s officially Team Detroit.

Sid misses much of the heart attacks caused from the three periods played. Regulation ends in a tie, they take a commercial break to prep for OT just as Sid walks through the door, home from work finally. He gets out greetings for Geno and all his teammates, barely kisses Geno on the cheek when bam. Tomas Tatar scores in OT.

Red Wings win.

Right after the Devils play the Bruins at home. Sid isn’t allowed to leave the room unless there’s a commercial. The Devils also lose.

Now the Pens are that much closer to a playoff spot.

*

Roadies were difficult before, but now they’re even moreso. Geno’s routines are all messed up.

He can’t call Sid before practice, not when Sidney’s at work, but Sid does manage to call him later on the way home. It’s later in Pittsburgh than it is in LA which works in their favor. Geno gets enough of his Sid time before he has to start trying to nap. He ignores all the kissy faces Flower is giving him.

Later, he goes out, plays hard, feels his stick crack in his hands while he’s coming down from an adrenaline high from having one of the best shifts of his career.

“Broke?” he asks Reaver on the bench for a second opinion. A few cracks are probably nothing.

Reaves at first nods, then begins to shake his head when he sees the damage. “Yeah, pretty sure sticks don’t crack that much.”

Geno curses in Russian briefly. “I’m sore, I can’t change!”

Unfortunately, Geno’s stick doesn’t hold on.

During intermission Geno sends Sid a long string of frowny faces without eyes.

When he can finally go back to Pittsburgh, he and Sid sit on the couch. Sid taping five more of Geno’s sticks while Geno randomly fills out bubbles on a blank scantron. He colors in six C’s in a row before Sid leans against his side.

“You should probably throw some other letters in there, too. The kids get panicky when they’re the same letter for too long,” Sid advises.

So Geno does.

He spells CAB three times before he comes to where Sid told him to stop. It’ll probably be the most second-guess endusing quiz Sidney will ever give his students.

Sid ends up sprawled out on the couch, petting their foster cat, which certainly will end up being adopted by them anyway, his legs on top of Geno’s. Domestic, Geno thinks.

“What?” Sid asks eventually, seeing Geno staring.

Geno shrugs. The kiss probably does most of the talking for him.

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