#he has the EASIEST thing to do in our group all he has to do is get pieces for my part of the project

[theclosetedskeleton]

throwback where my teammate in my fifth period kept not doing anything and i just muttered "Thats why i know your death date. March 17th 2025" he DESERVED that

#mf literally said “shut up” and “i liked it when you didnt talk much” to me before #motherfucker ill talk all DAY if it meant you actually helped on the project you have no right telling me what to do #call me when you actually do stuff in class #he has the EASIEST thing to do in our group all he has to do is get pieces for my part of the project #and he COMPLAINS or takes like 3 minutes to do so #he cant even use his computer EITHER. BECAUSE HE CONSTANTLY HAS IT DEAD #im so fucking done with him shoutout to my friend for helping and telling him that he has to DO SMTH in class #i HOPE he gets failing grades in that class it would make me smile if he said he got a low grade in this class “”for some reason“” #i dont talk much in school but oh my god 5th period is the time i talk most because of him because im just telling him #“can you ACTUALLY help out?” but NOO HE HAS TO PLAY WITH THE ROBOT PIECES #making sure that death date prediction comes sooner #closet rambles again on tumblr

[lactoseintolerentswag]

Rise Characterizations Pt. 5!!!!!

Okay I promised I'd share my Splinter reference notes, so here I am! Also wanna take a moment to thank everyone reblogging the prev. parts. All the tags/notes are so sweet!!! Anyway, here's our one and only Rat Man,

Splinter Character Notes

Language Habits:

Catchphrase: "HOOOOOT SOUP!!!"

Will yell "whoa/oh nelly!" when in a tight spot or stumbling around

Makes puns/dad jokes, and laughs at said jokes to himself

A poor liar, will skirt around the truth until you drop it

Penchant for interrupting people if he's not interested, devout user of "yada, yada", "ah, bup, bup, bup"

Verbalizes his attacks/moves, something his sons pick up on. Could be a habit picked up from his action star days, such moves include: lights off jitsu, and slow motion jitsu

Uses 2010's slang, (i.e. "totes", "chillaxed"), could see him incorrectly using up to date slang to embarrass his boys

In a group refers to his sons as "boys"

One by one will refer to his sons by their designated colors, but will pull out the full name (not nickname) if the situation is serious

Also refers to Donnie as "the funny one"

Personality:

A performer, well he is an actor after all. He knows how to captivate an audience. Splinter likes attention--something that may be connected to his strict childhood with high expectations--but he also performs for his boys. To keep them happy, but most importantly safe. This also means he keeps his true emotions tucked closely to his chest

Jovial. Despite his dark past and heavy responsibility thrust upon him at a young age, Splinter is always laughing. He finds the fun in everything

Secretive. As mentioned before, Splinter tends to keep things close to his chest. Despite this, he's a terrible liar. He'll just avoid the truth until it comes back to bite him in the ass. This makes him sometimes a little emotionally unavailable

Lazy. He always finds the easiest way to do something, and procrastinate on his responsibilities as long as possible

Vain. He's glory seeking for all the proper attention he lost in his youth. So the Lou Jitsu aspect of his life boosted his ego in irreparable ways. He also uses the identity of Lou Jitsu to escape from the idea of being stuck as a rat. Glorifying the past is way to find comfort for him

Adrenaline junkie. Part of that glory-seeking and glorification of the past manifests into him needing adrenaline to feel alive. (i.e. when he steals the tank)

Attentive and empathetic. He can be a little hare-brained when it comes to remembering the details, but he's always very attentive to his sons needs. In flashbacks he's shown to supply them with items needed for their interests (i.e. little Mikey gets art supplies), and always apologizes when he messes up (i.e. the conversation he had with Donnie). This empathy also extends to other people and animals, as he was sympathetic with Cassandra when she was lamenting about the foot clan and was immediately worried about the turtles Draxum had in his lab

Protective. He would sacrifice everything to save his sons, and he does

Miscellaneous:

His tail is Very expressive, and one of the most active parts of his body, so if you want to subtley show emotion I'd focus on that

Has a Lou Jitsu body pillow

Remembers all his stunt double's names

Snores loudly

Talented singer, can sing opera and lived next to a karaoke bar in Japan

The show he watches the most is called "Soapy Treadmill", a Japanese game show where they throw things like scorpions at people who are soapy on treadmills

Has a "do not touch!" cabinet, full of trophies, mystic artifacts, and mementos of his past

I have a List of all the mentioned Lou Jitsu movie names mentioned in S1, but I'm probably gonna wait till the end of my S2 rewatch and post it separately (it's also long too). Will link here!

I'm also gonna add a recommendation here at the end.

This is for the white and non East Asian folks. I'm not as well-versed in East Asian or Japanese culture, but Splinter is a first generation immigrant! He keeps a distance from his heritage because of the trauma of his youth, and the role Lou Jitsu probably also forced him to westernize his identity to make it more palpable to Hollywood. But it would be a disservice to sever parts of his identity, because one is uncomfortable or not knowledgeable in writing it.

For my white folks intimidated by writing a person of color because they want to get it right, research always helps. Research helps with everything!!! writingwithcolor here on tumblr actually has a lot of useful resources, here's their guideline, and a research chart one of their moderators created, which I personally found to be very helpful. I believe their ask box is closed right now, but if you ask questions in the future be nice!!!!

Anyway I'm gonna do April next :)

#rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant turtles #tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt splinter #rottmnt hamato yoshi #character analysis #writing #fanfic #long post #critter talks #rottmnt lou jitsu

[biggestsimponhere]

angst to smut ask: #7 prompt for angst where the reader is actually the hyde and has been manipulating everyone into thinking it was Tyler. Eventually he takes things into his own hands and ties her up and hatefucking ensues

Hatefucking - Tyler Galpin x reader, OML, THATS A VERY INTERESTING PROMPT 🤭😈 this could easily have an actual angst pt 2 btw.

WARNING - Smut, dom/sub undertones.

You hadn’t meant to throw Tyler under the bus. He was just the easiest. He was there at every attack I mean it makes sense doesn’t it? So as Wednesday continued her hunt you subtly threw hints out about it being Tyler. “Where’d Tyler go after the dance?”, “Why didn’t Tyler follow you into the woods when you went after Rowan?” Of course you liked Tyler it was really such a shame you had to do this to him. Slowly the group started to question Tyler like you had been. You of course knew the truth. He wasn’t the Hyde. You were.

So all that being said. That’s how you ended up here. tied to a bed in what appeared to be an abandoned building. Tyler sat across from you in a chair. “Why’d you do it?” He asked leaning forward. “Do what Ty?” You asked trying to act concerned. You could easily break out of this if you tried. “Stop it, don’t act dumb” He spat, looking away from you. “Ty, I don’t know what you’re talking about, why did you tie me here” You said forcing panic into your voice. “Oh stop it, you manipulative little bitch” He said moving to stand over you. “Oh fine, but it was fun wasn’t it Ty” you said smirking. He just looked away from you, clenching his jaw.

“Oh just admit it Ty, you enjoyed our little game” You said looking up at him. “No I didn’t” he said glaring down at you. “Admit it Ty, you want me, I can smell it, the arousals coming off of you, is it me being tied up?” You laughed as he turned away again. “Enough” he said, his voice firm. “Come here Ty” Clearly the boy didn’t have much willpower cause he did come back. “Shut up” he said looking at you again. “Shut me up” You said smirking again. He leaned down and kissed you. You chased the kiss but he pulled away. “You want me too, don’t you?” He said laughing. “Obviously I want you, why do you think I’m still stuck to this bed?, you think I can’t get out?” You said shaking your head.

“Oh I know you can, I just wanted to see if you would try or not” He said before kissing you again. “Untie me please” You asked as he moved from your lips to your jaw and then to your neck. “No, I quite like having this power over you” he said sucking on your neck. You yanked at your wrists, the rope falling loose off of them. Then you flipped Tyler so he was flat against the mattress with you straddling him. “Power? Over me? That’s really interesting” You said grinding onto him and then watching him chase your hips. “Seems like the only one with power here is me” You said as you sucked on his neck. He went to thread his fingers through your hair before realising his wrists were now tied to the bed. “H-how, when did you do that?” He asked looking at his wrists.

“When I was kissing you, silly, men are so easy” you said pushing your hips against his again. You leaned down and captured his lips with yours again. “Is there something you want honey?, you’ve gotta ask. You know the drill” You continued kissing down his neck till he was breathing heavier. “You gonna ask pretty boy?” You said swiping the hair off his forehead. You quickly removed your clothes before sitting in front of him again. “P-please” He groaned out. “Please what?” You said, making him beg a bit more. “Please touch me, please” He said bucking his hips into your hand. “See that wasn’t so hard, was it?” You said undoing his belt. He was practically a mess beneath you and you’ve barely even touched him.

“Hey what’s your safe word?” He looked up at you confused. “I’m mean, not cruel” you said at his questioning look. “Red” He said as you pulled off his pants. Now that his jeans weren’t constricting him, you could see just how big he was. You bit your lip before pulling his boxers down. “Wait!” He shouted before you could do anything. “Yes?” You said looking up at him expectantly. “I- I wanna eat you out first, please sit on my face” He said making puppy dog eyes at you. “Are you sure? You don’t have to” You said, slightly concerned about crushing him. “Yes I’m sure, god I’ve never been so sure about anything” He said licking his lips. You moved up towards his face. You hovered over his face till he nodded at you. You were now fully seated on his face. He immediately started sucking on your clit.

You bucked your hips against his tongue. He then moved down towards your hole. He stuck his tongue in you feeling how you tightened around him he groaned before continuing to lap at you. You moaned out, bucking against his face. His nose rubbing against your clit making you moan louder. You threaded your hands through his hair as he continued to eat you out. “God!” You moaned out as you came into his mouth. You slid off of his face and back down his hips. You stopped for a second, untying his hands. “Can I suck you off pretty boy?” You asked to which he responded by rapidly nodding. You moved back down to settle in between his legs.

Leaning forward you licked his tip causing him to groan. You then moved your tongue from his tip down to his base and then back up. You took the tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it for a minute, before taking him deeper. He put his hand through your hair and pulled it into a makeshift ponytail. You hallowed out your cheeks before taking him deeper. Above you the hand that wasn’t in your hair gripped the sheets as he whimpered. You pulled your hand up to wrap around what you couldn’t fit in your mouth. You continued to suck him off till he couldn’t take your agonisingly slow pace. He gripped your hair a little tighter before fucking into your face.

You just let him chase his orgasm. He came in your mouth shortly after and you sucked him till he had nothing left to give. Then you slid off him with a pop and moved to kiss him again. “Please fuck me, please” he whined as you settled on his hips again. “Since you asked so nicely I suppose I can do that, are you gonna be a good boy for me?” You asked as you lined him up with your entrance. “Yes, yes please” he whimpered as you sank down onto him. It took a few to adjust to his size but eventually you got there. You started bouncing on him before eventually getting tired of doing all the work. “Be a good boy for me and fuck me, I’m sick of doing all the work” You ordered. So he flipped you around till he was on top.

He started his pace up again, and you moaned loudly in his ear. “God, I hate you” you moaned as he continued to pound into you. “Yeah I hate you too” He said moving to suck another hickey onto your neck. “For someone who hates me you sure seem to want to mark me a lot” you groaned as he pounded into you. “Could say the- same to you” he said gripping your hips. Surely tight enough to leave bruises tomorrow. You just moaned as you came around him. He followed shortly after, cumming inside you. He pulled out and laid next to you. “Y-you’re not gonna tell anyone I’m the Hyde right?” You asked looking him in the eyes. “Not until we figure out how to fix it sweetheart” He said brushing a strand of hair out of your face.

You wrapped your arms around him and he pulled you into him. “Goodnight, I love you Ty” you mumbled into his chest. “Goodnight. I love you, sweetheart.” You drifted off to sleep in his arms. He leaned down and kissed your forehead and then whispered “I’m sorry” against your hairline before he injected you with sleeping serum.

#tyler galpin smut #tyler galpin x y/n #tyler galpin x you #tyler galpin x reader #tyler galpin #wednesday #Wednesday characters x reader #hunter doohan

[emwheezie]

"Maybe you weren’t a terrible person maybe you were just fifteen" UPDATED

Each character in our story has an important event that helped shape their them. We thought it'd be cool to keep their age consistent across each of these stories. Possible TW in some of these.

Art of Enzo and Lennon in HS.

1996, Meg prepares for her Quinceanera. She doesn’t want to have that big party and have all the attention on her. Meg has been super depressed and kids at school bully her, saying that she is going to kill herself like Kurt Cobain did. She doesn’t want these people at the Quinceanera, but her mom invited all the girls in her class. Her Quince doesn’t go as planned, not ruined by her bullies...but by someone who has been stalking her... 

1999, Tony recruits his older friend Ashley to "be his mom" and sign off on a parental consent form for his first tattoo. He must hide this from his parents... When they find out, they fear this tattoo will halt his "future career as a lawyer."

2000, Liv is convinced by her older sisters go out on a mini “sister only road trip.” After driving around for an hour or two, they abandon Liv at a gas station, teasing her that it’s “sisters only” and she isn’t a real sister because she is adopted. 

2000, Gia fights with her first girlfriend, leading to their breakup. They share one last “goodbye” kiss. 

Gia’s story continues into Theo’s  

2000, Theo is super high and accidentally walks into the girl’s locker room where he finds Gia making out with some girl. Theo didn’t know girls could do that with each other. 

2001, Rosie is asked to step down from her school’s dance team because of her recent weight gain.  

2001, Enzo witnessed a murder. The criminal gang paid him off with a duffel of cash to forget what he saw. This moment changed his brain chemistry and explains how Enzo seemingly has an endless amount of cash and no job or parental assistance. (This is backstory is mostly comic relief and played off much less serious than the others.)

2001, Oli and his friends decide to wear dresses to school one day during spirit week. Oli steals a dress from his sister. After the group of boys make their statement and take pics, they change back to their regular clothes. Oli didn’t get the memo and is stuck in the dress all day. He gets teased and feels insecure. His asshole friends think it’s hilarious and won’t let him borrow any clothes. He’s stuck like that for the day. Once the teasing calms down, Oli realizes he kind of likes wearing the dress. O_0 

2002, Lennon hasn’t showered for about 4 months. He gets bullied for being greasy and cuts off all his hair in the school bathroom. Enzo is sitting in the big stall, skipping (art) class to draw dragons in his sketchbook. He thinks Lennon is such a weird little dude and befriends him. The next day, BigMac gives Lennon $20 to go somewhere professional to get his hair looking half decent after he went ham on it. Instead, he and Enzo spend the money on something stupid. He lies to his dad about how he spent the money. 

2004, Alyssa is severely bullied at school for her love of plushies. The one thing she cares about most is her mall job at Build a Bear. Her school bullies haze her while she’s at work, ending with them destroying the store. They throw the unstuffed bears and knock over displays. They get to the stuffing machine and let it rip fluff everywhere. The bullies escape before mall security and police arrive. Alyssa gets fired from her job because of this incident. It’s not fair, but her manager felt it was the easiest solution to avoid this happening again in the future. :(  

2004, Park makes a trek to Area 51 from his Florida home to find his dad.

#ocs #original character #backstory #oc lore #tw #cw #long post

[shineonyoucrazyyandere]

Hey how do you think Mista, and Sex/Six Pistols be with a darling having a favouritism over number 5? (it is so fudging cuteee)

“ Whoa, whoa…We can’t be pulling favorites with our kids” Is about the first thing that comes out of Mista’s mouth. Not that he blames you for having a preference for Number 5 since they get bullied by 3 so much. He loves seeing you interacting with all of them, it makes meal time a lot easier, that’s for sure.

Though since Sex Pistols is his stand, he at least has to show you the ropes on how to deal with them. He does get a bit flustered with how affectionate they all are with you even with him being right there. He’s not gonna be shown up by his own stand that’s for sure. Hey what do you know you both might’ve given number 5 a little more confidence even if it’s still the most timid of the group overall.

Hey if this is the easiest why for Mista to interact with you (within reason of course) The man’s not necessarily going to stop you, he just has to make sure he doesn’t crumble into a mess nor does his pistols, gotta treat everyone fairly maybe scold a couple of them. (It does make encouragement easier if he mentions you to them later when you’re not around as well).

“you gotta talk to 3 every so often like this, number 2 and 1 are like this….” He’ll ramble on and on carefully about the dynamics, could you look more cute wide eyed with him explaining? (please give himself some attention too, he’s dying here for some love)

#yandere jjba #yandere imagines #yandere jjba imagines #yandere #yandere guido mista #jojo sex pistols

[mmani-e]

Part 3 of the lineart teasers for Danganronpa Demix: THH, featuring:

Moral Compass Junko

Fashionista Kiyotaka

Biker Mukuro

Soldier Mondo

Sparkling Justice

Disguised Mondo (as Taka)

As always change will surely come for these designs and have some design insights below. Thank you for peeping, the final piece with all of them should be in the next few weeks.

Junko - Junko's a moral committee member known for being really really weird and off-putting but stupidly effective. She crocks up silly plans to basically cause everyone around her to sweat and be terrified of her despite her not really doing anything wrong. Essentially she's a fucking psychopath still but her focus is more on constantly entertaining herself rather than just dipping into despair, and mass-social engineering is the most fun thing for her. The easiest way to access that sorta thing is become part of the school morals committee.

Kiyotaka - Kiyotaka's family ruination goes a little worse in this AU, as Kiyotaka's family's grief really gets to him, he reminesces over the perfect world he had in his life, and seeks to create a world without pain or poverty or hatred... through eliminating free will, and establishing permanent control through despair! Can't have corruption when nobody's motivated to do anything right?

Mukuro - The events of Mukuro and Junko's early years still occur in this timeline, and Mukuro is convinced to run away to Europe, for what particular reason matters little, and Mukuro gets found by a gang of bikers in eastern europe, the violent variety, one she climbs up in and becomes leader of in record pace. Also she's still weird about her sister, but in a less screwed up way, she's just really clingy and the way she and Junko become better friends again is when Junko messes with her so much Mukuro gets fed up with her and bad mouths her to oblivion, something Junko highly appreciates.

Mondo - I'm still cooking this one up, but essentially Daiya's death sparks a way, way bigger catalyst than Mondo could ever hope to believe and his gang are impressed and indebted into becoming a private paramilitary group used by one of the people they'd wronged in the past. But this ends up being something Mondo would prove to be way too good at, something that'd blow up stupendously in the face of the person that initially forced them into working for them.

Sparkling Justice - He has a gun, a revolver and shoots bad people, bc in danganronpa 1 Makoro uses guns and truth bullets, I thought it'd be neat to give that to our serial killer. Also I gave him an ahoge styled after Takumi Hajirahara because it's heavily implied he is sparkling justice, also gave him a bit of a simpler mask. Probably will tweak it more.

Disguised Mondo - Yeah thtere's not really any kind of rhyme or reason for this I just think it'd be really funny if "Taka" didn't even remotely look like Taka but for some inexplicable reason Mondo can just do a perfect Taka impression and everyone's like "yep works for me."

#danganronpa #fanart #talentswap au #mani e. #danganronpa demix #kiyotaka ishimaru #mondo oowada #junko enoshima #mukuro ikusaba #makoto naegi #sparkling justice #usowa #usami #talentswap #danganronpa au #danganronpa thh

[vanwritesfan-fiction]

Can you write about Jack and yns first Christmas together?

Loooove ur work

"Cotton-Headed Ninny Muggins"

Warnings: language

A/N: I've had this idea for a while, but its super random lol Enjoy!

"Okay, bad news. Roads are too icy to get to the airport, plus flights are getting canceled left and right. Looks like we're stuck here for Christmas", Jack announced to the group as soon as he got off the phone. He rolled his eyes at the collective groan from the room. "Hey, I'm just the messenger. I don't control the weather."

"Aren't you Jack Harlow? Can't you call us a private jet or something?" Your best friend Raquel asked with a huff. You had invited everyone over for dinner and watch some Christmas movies before everyone went their separate ways to spend the holidays with their families. You and Jack have been dating for about six months, and your friend groups were finally starting to mesh together, and it was going a lot smoother than you expected, at least until you got the bad weather news.

"He's a rapper, not Jesus. Is he expected to control the weather too?" Urban bit back, rolling his eyes. "Not Jesus, you jackass, but surely he could throw some money at someone."

You and Jack looked at each other, Jack raising his eyebrows and stifling a chuckle. All night, Urban and Raquel had been going back and forth with flirty remarks and sarcastic quips, and you both new your best friends well enough to know that there was something going on between the two of them.

"None of us are going anywhere, at least for the night", you intervened, "Rocky, you can borrow some of my pajamas, and Urban, I think Jack has some of his things here that you can change into. I'm gonna see what snacks we have in the kitchen to hold us over till morning."

"I'll help you", Jack jumped to his feet, following you into the kitchen.

You searched your cabinets, but quickly came up empty, the fridge just as bare. "Sorry, we ate all the food at dinner. I was trying to clean out before I headed home for Christmas." Jack was behind you, mindlessly biting at his thumbnail. You caught his look of unease as you turned around. "What's wrong?"

"Huh, oh nothing." He gave you a weak smile. "I just realized this is technically our first Christmas together."

"Oh, yeah. I guess it technically is. Is that a bad thing?" Your relationship was the easiest thing you had going in your life right now, and you just wanted things to naturally progress with Jack, not pushing the issue like you had in all of your previous relationships. It was no secret that the holidays were eventually going to come around, but you hadn't thought about spending them together yet. You were going visit your parents in Atlanta and Jack would be with his, here in Louisville.

"No, no", Jack wanted to reassure you, "Honestly, I just thought it would be different than this. More, romantic, and less, Urban hitting on your best friend."

You let out a small giggle as you wrapped your arms around his neck, Jack's hands finding your hips. He kissed you on the nose and then the forehead, something he always did before saying goodbye to you. "They do have something going on, don't they? I have to warn you, Raquel is a spitfire, she will chew Urban up and spit him out."

"Knowing Urban, that's exactly his type." Jack hummed as he moved toward you, gently pressing a kiss to your lips, your hands finding the curls at the back of his neck as the two of you made out. Jack's hands were inching up your sweater, your bodies pressed tightly together just as Urban interrupted you in the kitchen.

"Should have known the two of you were suckin' face in here." Urban groaned as he shoved his phone into his back pocket. "Y/N, Raquel's parents live in Atlanta, right?"

"Yeah, why do you ask?" You grabbed a couple of random condiments from your cabinets.

"I just was hoping to get in touch with them and see if Raquel had ever been dropped on her head as a baby." Jack let out a humorous breath through his nose, his face dropping when you looked at him. "Hey! That's my best friend you're talking about." You rolled your eyes at Jack who was trying so hard not to bust out laughing.

"Okay, then you know she is the biggest bitch", Urban shrugged, grabbing a handful of M&Ms you had in a bowl on the counter, shuffling them into his mouth.

"The biggest bitch...that you'd like to fuck?" Jack's brow furrowed as he looked at Urban. Urban choked on the chocolate candy in his mouth, his face turning beet red. "What the hell man?", he choked out trying to catch his breath.

"Ok, that's enough. I don't wanna hear this right now." You filled your arms with a couple other food items and some leftovers from dinner. "You two grab those cookies and candy off the counter. I've got an idea."

Jack and Urban filed behind you back into the living room to find Raquel scrolling her phone on the couch. Her eyes grew wide as she looked at you. "Cotton-Headed Ninny Muggins?", she asked with a huge grin on her face, leaving the couch to help you clear the dining room table.

"Oh my god, she's gone crazy." Urban joked, Raquel flipping him the bird. "Has anyone ever told you, you talk too much?"

"No, actually. Not ever." Jack admitted with a head shake.

"Its a game that Rocky and I made up when we were like eight. If you've ever seen the movie "Elf", its named after that." You grabbed a deck of cards out of your hall closet. "Its basically poker, and whoever loses has to eat this crazy concoction that we make, you know, like when Buddy the Elf makes the pasta with chocolate syrup and candy."

"Do I even wanna know who taught you guys to play poker at eight years old?" Jack asked as he sat down at the table. "My sister, she's a decade older than us, and not a very good influence."

"Wait, there's another one of you somewhere out in the world?", Urban asked with a look of playful horror. "Yeah, and she'd hate your ass too." Raquel remarked. Jack leaned over to you, covering his mouth. "Five dollars says they kiss before the night is over."

"I heard that." Jack's head shot up as Raquel dealt him a hand of cards. "Let's make it $100, because that is never gonna happen. Rules are, winner of each hand gets to add an item to the plate of their choosing, we'll go eight rounds and the person with the least wins at the end as to eat the entire plate without throwing up." She glanced at you, who avoided eye contact.

You scoffed as you organized your cards. "You added cat food that one time! There was no way I wasn't gonna gonna be sick." Jack patted your hand affectionately. "Its okay, I would have done the same thing."

Jack won the first hand with a pair of nines. The plate started with some leftover pasta you made for dinner. Not wanting to add to his stomach's demise so early in the game, he kept it simple and added some chocolate sauce on top. He was a picky eater and already hated the thought of having to take one bite, let alone eat the whole plate, so he was glad he was actually good at poker.

At the end of seven hands, Jack had won three games, you had lucked out with two, and Raquel and Urban had each only won one game. The plate of food now looked like something out of a kid's fever dream, piled high with crumbled sugar cookies, a random assortment of Christmas themed candy, two week old sour cream, peanut butter, marshmallows, cold-cut ham, and a drizzle of mustard Urban had put on there when he was feeling confident in the last game.

"Okay, last game. Hate to say it, but one of you is going to be leaving this table with a stomach ache." Jack gestures to your friends as he handed out the last cards, face down. "How did you get so good at poker, babe?", you asked, massaging Jack's shoulder.

"We used to hustle these guys down at this record label so they would let Jack record in their studio." Urban answered, his eyes focused on the cards in his hands. You looked at Jack. "Seriously?"

"Uh... yeah." Jack blushed, "I was very serious about my music career."

After a couple of minutes, both you and Jack had folded with weak hands, leaving Raquel and Urban in the game. In all the years you played this game with Raquel, she was terrible at poker. She wore her emotions on her face, and her tell was that she would wiggle her nose whenever she had a bad hand. You felt bad for how badly she played, so a lot of times you would let her win. That was how you ended up eating cat food that one year, but she was your best friend, and you'd do anything for her.

As you watched Raquel wiggle her nose again, you knew she most likely had a weak hand and Urban was probably going to win. His eyes darted around the table, his leg nervously jiggling under the table as he flicked his cards with his fingers. "What's wrong?", Raquel smirked, "afraid you're gonna lose?" Urban's jaw flexed as he looked at her, quiet longer than anyone expected. "Yeah, I fold." He threw his cards on the table.

"Ha! A pair of twos. Eat up, you Cotton-Headed Ninny Muggins." She laid her cards out for everyone. Urban sighed as he grabbed the plate and began to dig in.

"I think I'm gonna be sick", Jack groaned, burying his face into the crook of you neck, laying across his side of the table.

"Its actually not that bad", Urban chuckled. "Could use a lil' bit more mustard though."

It was after midnight when your apartment was finally quiet, you and Jack getting ready for bed, while Raquel and Urban were already asleep on your couch.

"So much for Rocky and Urban getting together, huh?"

"I wouldn't be so sure." Jack countered as he threw himself on the bed, tucking himself under the cover as he closed his eyes. "Urban threw that last game, he had a full house."

You playfully slapped his chest, making him jump. "Are you serious? That's so cute! I have to tell her.'

"No, Urban will kill me if I told you. That's not his style. Don't worry, she'll give him her number before we leave tomorrow. He looks quiet, but he always gets the girl he wants."

"I think we're watching a relationship in the making, babe. Its a Christmas miracle." You gave Jack some dramatic jazz hands, making him chuckle. He pulled you down on the bed, tucking you into his side. You rested your cheek on his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat. "Tell me more about this romantic Christmas? What would we do?", you asked as you rubbed gentle circles on his stomach.

"Well, I want you to meet my parents so I'd invite you to Christmas dinner." You perked up, resting your chin on his pecs as you looked at him. "You want me to meet your parents?"

"I talk about you enough, they actually invited you this year, but I didn't want to push you or anything."

"You should have told me, I would have come." Just the thought was giving you butterflies, but from pure excitement, not a nerve in sight. "I have to warn you, my family. They like to sing."

"Like karaoke?"

"No, more like we all get in a room and sing church songs together", Jack said with a laugh. "I love that. I would love to meet your parents next year, babe." You gave him a quick kiss. "What else?"

"I would have given you a gift." He reached over to the nightstand and handed you a small velvet box. You ran your thumb over the top before looking at Jack. "We didn't say we were getting each other gifts."

"Just open it. I'm not expecting anything back from you", Jack responded. "Open it."

You flipped the box open to reveal a pair of diamond earrings. At first, you were at a loss for words as the studs shone in the light. "Jack, baby...they are gorgeous."

"You can wear them to our actual first Christmas together. This doesn't count." Jack gestured his hands in the air. You grazed your fingers along his beard as you moved to kiss him, your lips lingering together as he pulled you on top of him. "Merry Christmas, Jack."

"Marry Christmas, baby."

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[sailorblossoms]

Yet another Jealous Simon post

Saw this scene again here and it just hit me that this is lost in the hilarious irony of Simon saying “nobody is seducing a vampire” while Baz is Right There like “am I a joke to you?” but CO is already telling you that Simon answering “who am I jealous over, Baz or Agatha?” with “both, I guess” is bullshit right here too (it’s the easiest answer to avoid processing).

I mean… I was logging on here saying “Simon’s romantic jealousy is only about Baz” (and sexual, or however the fuck you want to name it) because he doesn’t give a fuck about Agatha having male attention or having had a boyfriend while he was mistakenly telling himself “he wanted her” (he didn’t want her, he wanted to be like her, he’s finding her aspirational in the memory he uses as an example when he’s tellingly like 12, when he should have plenty to draw from during their time dating or before if he actually wanted her – he has nothing!) (and we only learn shit like that in her own POV, or when Baz calls Dev), Simon snatching Baz’s handkerchief from her and keeping it to himself, “nobody knows Baz better than me” (he’s even seeing Agatha as competition), essentially making a jealous scene to Baz (can’t listen to what Baz is trying to say because he can’t get past “did you have to hold her hands??”) etc. But I can’t believe I missed this shit.

In the scene is question, Penny and Baz are talking about “seducing” Nicodemus (I’m pretty sure Baz is just being a little shit here). It’s Penny’s idea, and Simon’s response is basically “none of my female friends are seducing a vampire” (he, however, is perfectly allowed to seduce one) because note that Penny is presented as an option first, and Simon’s reaction is “no.” Immediately. Then Penny singles out Agatha, saying she was thinking about her seducing a Vampire… and Simon’s reaction? Fucking nothing. He’s completely focused on telling Agatha they’re not doing anything illegal instead. And after that, he says The Line. Simon has a much stronger reaction to Penny. Penny singles out Agatha, but Simon’s reaction singles out Penny… which firmly establishes this line as platonic concern over the girls, rather than jealousy because Agatha might be seducing someone. Agatha and Penny are grouped together here, put on the same level (and, as usual, Penny comes first… note that whenever Simon brings up important people in his life, Penny is always leading his list, even when he’s like “oh well I’m dating Agatha, shouldn’t I put her higher in my list?) (when it’s a general “important people” in his life, he mentions her second – he mentions her dad too, the mage is third iirc – when it’s Agatha The Girlfriend? She’s dead last) (tellingly, Baz is talked about constantly before either list is brought up). With Agatha, the only time Simon has a reaction to her being around a vampire is when it’s Baz. When he doesn’t feel like he can “trust her” to be around Baz. Even when he’s not explicit about this or it might deceivingly look like it’s the other way around, Simon establishes her as competition through his actions and behavior, and only ever cares if the “target” is Baz.

With Simon’s closest friends, he draws the line at “seducing” a vampire. With Baz? He draws the line at talking to them. When he’s kissing him, one of the things he’s thinking is “I’m not ever letting him go, I like him under my hands, not off plotting and talking to vampires.” Baz should be kissing Simon, not doing objectionable things such as “plotting” and “talking to vampires”…. I’m repeating this shit right here for emphasis because italics aren’t enough.

And if it needs to be more obvious… enter Lamb in the next book. Simon, who already had a problem with Baz talking to other vampires, goes along with this because they think it’s the only way to get information to rescue our good pal Agatha… he’s not even fucking contemplating seducing, and then All That happens. Then Simon has to hear Baz doing more than talking (he’s flirting!! And having milkshakes! And practically DATING the vampire!!!). He immediately reacts to Baz saying “maybe he wants privacy” with “fuck that, we’re all going” even while talking about other things and eating (only Baz gets more attention than food, which Simon puts no.1 in his list of favorite things when going to Warford, even before Penny) (with Agatha the reaction is the opposite: he’s focusing on the discussion). We know what happens later (Simon attempts murder) (screaming “I’m his boyfriend” at Lamb as his introduction… classic “he’s taken, so back off bitch” move).

Then in awtwb, he’s strongly opposed to sending Baz “alone on a mission.” Las Vegas has him traumatized. He puts “you’re not going alone because it could be dangerous” on the same level as “I’m not listening to you have another date.” Except “I’m not listening to my boyfriend talk to other men (who might be interested in him and might try to make a move while I’m here, unable to do shit about it)” is perhaps the most distressing thought, because in Vegas, Simon trusted Baz to keep himself safe, but after Vegas, he can’t trust Baz in the latter situation because he has no vibe-check. Important things are at play, and rather than focusing on that (like he focuses on “we’re not doing anything illegal”) he’s focusing on “no way in hell I’m letting my boyfriend go there by himself when he might end up on another date without even realizing while I listen. Fuck no, not again. I’m not strong enough.”

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[x-candy-guts-x]

Yautja x human ft worm on a string

I had some more thoughts :)

•It’s really interesting to me how humans are at their core a prey species. You can argue that forwards facing eyes are a trait of predators however it’s seen in basically all monkeys and apes and they are primarily vegetarians. They eat small prey like insects or small mammals but aren’t on the scale of say k-9’s, felines, and other obligatory carnivores. I believe it’s primarily a trait derived from our deeply social species. Our eyes are a huge part of our kinds communication wether we are looking at something or someone. We follow the direction of peoples eyes when talking. It’s been a great tool in our development.

•that being said I feel like predatory species like the yautja would find it fascinating to watch a human go from prey species to brutal predator in a matter of moments due to any given circumstances. Our instincts to danger are typically the five F’s. Fight, flight, freeze, fawn and faint. (For those of you who don’t know freeze is when you become unresponsive much like a deer in the headlight. Fawn is when you try to essentially suck up to the threat and get them to calm down and no longer be a threat. This is usually seen in abusive relationships where people will try to appease their abusor by avoiding conflict or doing whatever they can to get the abusor in a good mood again even at their own detriment. And faint is well.. faint lol.)

•Humans developed carrion stomachs due to our tendency to go after the largest strongest prey possible. We had so much meat we couldn’t eat it all and it would spoil. Our stomachs developed strong acids to kill bacteria in meat that has been sitting.

•humans are one of the only species on the planet to actively hunt the largest and strongest of any animal in a given herd/group. Which I think is something the yautja relate too.

•for humans this was out of necessity. The biggest animal provided the most food for our large social groups. We needed to provide the most food for our people. And our ability to kill from a distance and out do our prey in endurance allowed us to not have to worry about energy expenditure like big cats who hunt alone and need to conserve as much as possible thus hunting whatever is the easiest.

•we did this for so long that we developed predatory instincts. However at our core we still have prey instincts. Your yautja finds that cute. :)

•he is much larger, stronger and deadlier than you without armor and weapons. Sharp teeth and claws with a scaled hide and muscle structure that could knock over a bus is nothing to sneeze at. He absolutely adores the difference between the two of you. Your much smaller form with soft skin and tiny blunt teeth and nails is endearing. But this also makes him extra worried for you when you go hunting. He has to remember that humans are fine predators but only when they have someone else to rely on.

•humans are NOT meant to be alone. In virtually anything. Todays society will have you believe in toxic ideals like pulling yourself up by your boot straps and not needing to rely on anyone. But humans at their very core are meant to be in large deeply socially bonded groups. It takes a village to raise 1 human properly. And our society has forgotten that. Your yautja finds it deeply unsettling when he finds out that your culture is not as social as it seems from the outside looking in. With everyone living so close together and there being so many people in such small areas you’d think everyone would know everybody. But it couldn’t be further from the truth. Single parents and fear stricken neighbors run rampant in most of the cities. So when he sees you pack bonding with a roomba he takes it upon himself to be your best friend.

•that’s another thing. Humans are so social we pack bond with virtually anything. We crave intimacy so badly (not like that you pervs) that we will pack bond with ANYTHING. You name it. A dog? So common. A car? Strange to him but not uncommon for one to become at least a little attached to something important like that. A fuzzy noodle with googly eyes attached? It’s a worm on a string? Ok we’re getting you some help.

•your getting dragged to an oomanologist and he prescribes you a pet.

•your pet ate the worm on a string

•there were tears

•he’s secretly happy about it

•he actually tried to get rid of it several times. Garbage shoot? You walked in on him mid act. Burn it? The bastard wouldn’t even reach the fire because the string kept getting tangled to twigs and branches that hovered above it. A tall shelf? Well he found you sitting on top of the fridge like a gargoyle once so that was out of the question.

•your yautja regularly has to remember that he’s a lot bigger than you and you are so smol. His voice alone can startle you if your not expecting it! There goes the prey instincts again. Loud noises are not your friend that’s for sure.

•did you know that in alien vs predator they used tiger roar sound effects for the yautja roars? They actually do this in a lot of movies and it pisses me off especially when they attach it to things like mountain lions who literally can’t roar but that’s besides the point- anyway tiger roars are actually capable of STUNNING their prey. There’s something about the volume and frequency that actually temporarily stubs other creatures. If the yautja canonically roar similar to tigers and he accidentally stuns you OmG.

•so much purring

•he’s on his knees hugging you trying to make himself small.

•this dude cannot navigate your human home.

•he broke a dining room chair sitting in it

• he’s too big for the hallways without ducking and turning sideways partially sometimes.

•hand holding is so cute. Ur hands are just so tiny compared to his

•he does research on monkeys and sees how grooming is a very important social que and he connects this to humans. Unfortunately he didn’t think that humans were so prudish around nudity so when he just picked you up and threw you into a big tub he was NOT ready for those hands.

•predator instincts activate 🔫

•he almost drowned

•mildly scared of you

•your so small how are you that strong

•when y’all do get comfortable enough though he loves bath time :)

•scratches your little head with his claws (lightly) a lot

•plays with your hair a lot especially in the tub

•your self care routine becomes his care for human routine

•honestly? He fucking prides himself on how well taken care of you are. He flaunts you like you have a pedigree

• “my ooman is better than yours”

•que fight

•you become friends with the other human and while they’re fighting, you guys are sitting in the dirt playing games.

•they come back like ?? Hello? Did you not see us? WERE U EVEN WATCHING?

•you get mad at him? He went and got you new worms

•all the colors

•he has a worm for his ships dash. He chills. Sometimes you catch him playing with it

•I had more ideas but I forgot

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[batboyblog]

"My Name is Harvey Milk and I'm Here To Recruit You!"

If you don't know Harvey Milk was the first openly gay man elected to public office, to the San Francisco Board of Supervisors in 1977. To this day Harvey remains the most famous queer person elected to office maybe in the world. His short and tumultuous time in office was dominated by the fight for gay rights. In the late 1970s there was a huge backlash against the rise of gay rights spearheaded by a group called "Save Our Children". Across the country they organized elections to revoke local gay rights ordinances in Miami, Saint Paul, Wichita and Eugene in the summer and fall of 1977. In 1978 a California state Senator John Briggs brought forward a citizens referendum, Proposition 6, which would ban gay people and supporters of gay rights from being teachers any where in the state of California. The last year of Harvey's life was consumed with the struggle against Briggs who he debated across the state. In the end the Briggs Initiative was defeated 58-41% with Harvey's home of San Francisco turning out over 70% against. The national anti-gay fever broke and "Save Our Children" never recovered.

Harvey opened every speech he ever gave with "My name is Harvey Milk, and I'm here to recruit you" In the 1970s rather than accusing gay people of "grooming" children (an idea that didn't exist then) they were accused of "recruiting" them. "Recruiting our children to the homosexual lifestyle". So Harvey used it as a joke but also a battle cry

Today it feels like every day there's more bad news. Across the country state legislatures are trying to ban trans health care for minors and even adults. Local school boards are banning books about LGBT people (and others). States are trying to ban drag. violence and the threat of violence are trying to stop companies from doing Pride and attacking Queer events. The internet is flooded with "groomer" attacks on our humanity. There are days it does feel like the 1970s all over again.

BUT! we won then, and there are many lessons we can take from Harvey and his struggle and use to win the fight against the current wave of hate plunging American in darkness. Harvey's been gone a very long time so... My name is Max and I'm here to recruit you, here are some things I want everyone to do.

VOTE BITCH!

Are you an American citizen 18 years of age or older? Are you registered to vote? if the answer is no, register to fucking vote bitch, here check out what you need. If you want registered, click the link any ways and double check. If you're 16 or 17 years old good news more than half the states in America allow you to "preregister" so you're all signed up and become a registered vote right on your 18th birthday. Whats more ask every vaguely left of center person in your life, everyone who supports LGBT rights, if they're registered to vote and if any one says "no" bug the shit out of them till that changes.

But more than just registering to vote you have to go and vote, yes every election. Right now across America conservative queerphobes are using local elections that get little to no attention and are often very low turn out to take over and push wildly extreme and hateful agendas. Local school boards across America are banning books that have LGBT characters or themes. They pushing policies that refuse students the right to their correct names and pronouns. They want to require schools to out students to their parents against their wishes. Check Vote411 or ballotpedia to find what elections are happening around you.

Candidates on a local level, school board, town/city council, county government, even up to state Rep and state Senate candidates are almost always very responsive to questions. Email everyone running and ask them where they stand, you will get answers I PROMISE you will get answers. Its the easiest thing to do and everyone who has the right to vote in this country should do it, vote in every election.

"But I live in a super blue area my vote doesn't matter" SHUT UP! SHUT UP! even if every local election is Democratic it can be more progressive, ask local candidates what they're gonna do to push LGBT rights forward. Will your local school board push teaching LGBT history? respect trans students pronouns? will your local library board host a drag queen story hour and put together programs for pride? ask! push them! let local candidates know!

"but I live in a super red area my vote doesn't count" BULLSHIT! where ever you are there's a local election that can swing to the non-shitty side if people show up, you can be the difference in a school board election. No matter what stand up and be counted.

Come Out Come Out Wherever You Are.

Since the earliest days of the movement in the 1950s and 1960s before Stonewall, through Harvey Milk's time in the 1970s through to right now, the most powerful tool we have is to come out. It is easy to hate the homosexual, the transgender as an abstraction, as a stereotype as an unrefuted lie. It is so much harder to hate a brother, a sister, a son, a daughter, a friend, a neighbor, your lawyer, your doctor, the mailman, your 8th grade English teacher. In 1978 Harvey said:

"Unless you have dialogue, unless you open the walls of dialogue, you can never reach to change people's opinion. In those two weeks, more good and bad, but more about the word homosexual and gay was written than probably in the history of mankind. Once you have dialogue starting, you know you can break down prejudice. In 1977 we saw a dialogue start."

Thats what they're scared of, thats why they're freaking out in Target, why they're trying to shut down Drag Queen story hours and take away the books. Ignorance and hate lives in darkness and dies in the light. In 1978 gay men and lesbians went door to door in California and introduced themselves to strangers to explain the harm Briggs would do to them. They vote for us 3 to 1 if they know they know one of us.

It shouldn't be like this, it should be when you're ready when you have all the words, but they're coming for us all so come out come out wherever you are. If you know your parents will love you but you've been holding off because it's scary or stressful, nows the moment. If you're a grown ass adult who lives on your own and don't need mom and dad's money to pay your rent, tell them, no matter how much it hurts, call them on the phone, write them a letter if you have to. Does your family know but they asked you not to tell grandma, grandma, great-aunt Marge because they're old or whatever, or your aunt and uncle who are born again Christians. Listen if they still vote they could be hurting you and if they really love you they shouldn't want to do that, tell them! tell them who you really are, and it might be the work of years to bring that person around, but you never know till you try it.

Are there family members you have who know and love you but you know they're conservative and still vote Republican and you've been avoiding talking to them about it because it's awkward? Stop avoiding it, explain it to them, explain that it's not "just politics" explain to your loved ones that they ARE hurting you. If they don't hear it the first time, don't stop, if they love you they shouldn't hurt you.

Come Out at Work, Come out at your bowling league, come out to that friend of a friend you see sometimes, wear a pin, rainbow shoes, a shirt in public, tell your co-workers, your clients, your Church, your Synagogue. Wear that rainbow pin, that pronoun t-shirt, put a sticker on your car, your bag, your phone. If it's safe for you to be out in a space, claim it, COME OUT WHEREVER YOU ARE.

COMING OUT AS TRANS OR NON-BINARY

COMING OUT AS LESBIAN, GAY, OR BISEXUAL

Go To Pride This Year.

Conservatives are trying harder than any time in my lifetime to shut down Pride. Florida and Tennessee have passed laws that will limit pride events. Terrorists are threatening and attacking brands that are doing Pride themed events and products. These events and products go back at least 20 years but the violence of attacks against them is really new. So the only answer is to GO TO PRIDE. I don't care if crowds are not your thing, I don't care if its 97 degrees out the day your city does it, I don't care if your local pride is small and embarrassing, I don't care you might see that one ex, I DON'T CARE. If you physically can go to a pride event this June DO IT. If you're scared to be seen, wear a mask, go in drag, put make or body pant over your tattoos whatever you need to do. If we want to have Pride again next year in many areas this year needs to be a show of force. If you've never been and you never go again this is the year, do it, go, find the Pride event closest to you and do it.

Get Involved Whore!

So far I've offered you pretty easy asks for things you can do, voting, coming out, going to Pride. Now comes the harder ones, get involved. In 1978 gay men and lesbians knocked on doors and told voters across the state of California how an anti-gay measure would affect them personally. If they had the nerve less than 10 years after Stonewall to go to strangers houses and come out to them, I believe you can do it too. Get out there, knock doors, make phone calls, mail postcards, wave signs. Talk to Voters from anywhere, find your local Democratic Party, check out LGBT Democrats in your state, check out groups like the HRC and PFLAG

if you've got money give to HRC, give to GLAD, Give to The National Center for Lesbian Rights all 3 of whom have been the tip of the spear fighting the insane anti-LGBT laws coming out of the states.

If you don't have money, check out The Victory Fund thats supports LGBT candidates and find one close to you and sign up to help. Can't find anyone? try Run for Something that supports young progressives. If you live in a Blue area of a blue state, you can check the Sister District Project which links up volunteers with swingy districts across the country. Swing Left does much the same on a more federal level

crazy right wing extremists can count on organized support from Churches and far right groups. You, yes you, talking to you Glenn! HAVE TO be the support network, the volunteer base for LGBT candidates and their allies and supporters. You have to HAVE to get out there, give if you have money, knock on doors, call, text, write letters go to a protest, sit at a booth, register people to vote, hand out literature, WHATEVER whatever. You can do it, please give at least one weekend over the next two years to a political campaign, be it a local school board candidate, town council, working for the Democrats or volunteering through the HRC or a progressive group, the people who want to destroy you are out working to win elections, you have to be too.

Fucking Run, why not?

This is the last thing, the hardest thing and the thing I don't expect everyone to do. Run, yes really, run for office, yes you, yes I mean it. If the crazed insane conservative who thinks Hillary Clinton drinks child blood out of kids like a juice box is qualified for School Board to ban all the books with queer people or black folks, you are MORE than qualified. I don't care if you're a high school drop out with face tats, you're more qualified than these people, so do it, if you've ever thought of it, do it. Frustratingly dozens of dozens of offices across this country are filled every day but uncontested elections only one person signed up, hell that person can be you why not? Look into it Last year 41% of the seats in the Florida Legislature went uncontested, 37% of the seats in Texas, 53% in Tennessee, 58% in South Carolina. It's not for everyone, but if you've ever wanted to, ever thought about it, take this as your sign, do it. Do you have a friend who's so smart, cool, involved and just better than you in every way and you think they should run the world? Nominate them, give them a push to run

I think Harvey put the importance of electing queer people better than I ever could so

Somewhere in Des Moines or San Antonio, there’s a young gay person who all of a sudden realizes that she or he is gay. Knows that if the parents find out, they’ll be tossed out of the house. The classmates will taunt the child and the Anita Bryants and John Briggs’ are doing their bit on TV, and that child had several options. Staying in a closet, suicide, and then one day that child might open a paper, and it says “Homosexual elected in San Francisco,” and there are two new options. An option is to go to California or stay in San Antonio and fight. Two days after I was elected, I got a phone call, and the voice was quite young. It was from Altoona, Pennsylvania, and the person said, “Thanks.” And you’ve got to elect gay people so that that young child and the thousands upon thousands like that child know that there’s hope for a better world. There’s hope for a better tomorrow. Without hope, not only gays, but those Blacks, and the Asians, and disabled, and seniors. The us’s. The us’s without hope, the us’s give up. I know that you cannot live on hope alone, but without it, life is not worth living. And you, and you, and you have got to give them hope. Thank you very much.

If you read all this thanks, I can't make anyone do anything of course, but whatever you choose to do, I'll be out there knocking doors. I wish I did not live in such dark times but as Gandalf The Gray said "So do all who live to see such times, but that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us.” 

Finally to all my Queer brothers, sisters, and siblings, even though I do not know you, and even though I may never meet you, laugh with you, cry with you, or kiss you. I love you. With all my heart, I love you.

#Pride #Pride Month #lgbt pride #Queer #LGBT #Gay #Trans #Harvey Milk #Voting #protest #coming out #lgbt community #Hope

[cupcakeslushie]

At first they’re kind of just learning how to navigate around each other. Leo’s always training and meditating, Donnie is working on getting a new lab set up, and Raph, Mikey, and April are trying not to step on any landmines. Mikey tries to use the research he did for himself in the past year to help his brothers, but it’s slow going. Donnie is more receptive than Leo…or at least, he’s more willing to sit down with Mikey and listen to him talk. Dr. Feelings isn’t sure how much his older brother is actually taking in what he’s saying, going by the unsettling, thousand yard stare Donnie sometimes gives him. Eventually though, Leo stops being so stubborn and becomes more open to joining in the group activities Raph keeps trying to organize. Once they start spending time together, something just seems to click and they bond in the same ways we see them do in the show.

Donnie is the only one who’s never tried pizza. Raph’s practically lived off the stuff. Mikey’s more used to the fru-fru flatbread pizzas Big Mama’s chefs would cook, but he thinks the places they go to now are way better, and those idiots, Bebop and Rocksteady were easy enough to steal from when they brought outside food into the Foot Clan compound. Also (🤐) took Leo one time, after a successful mission ended with time to spare, probably one of the only nice things (🤐) ever did for him.

Donnie’s need for approval grows to a whole new, worrying level, just because of how generous with affection and praise Splinter is, and how much of a head-rush Donnie gets, every time he does something to earn it. But he does calm down his more violent impulses out of fear of doing anything that would get him sent back to Draxum. Splinter sees that fear behind all the need for attention and meets it with his own, in a way. It isn’t done consciously, but he lets Donnie get away with much more than his brothers. It doesn’t bother any of them at first. They can all see that Donnie needs the most attention in the emotional department, but after it goes on for so long, it starts to create more problems than it helps solve. Raph and April are the ones that makes Splinter see what he’s doing is really avoiding the problems, instead of confronting them. Once they bring this to Splinter’s attention, he sits Donnie down and the two have their first serious talk, and don’t walk away until Splinter has Donnie convinced that nothing he could ever do would make the man love him any less, or that Donnie would ever be handed back over to Draxum.

Leo has a soft spot for Mikey because of (🤐), but can be a bit awkward showing affection with everyone else. The easiest way Leo shows he cares is tending to their after battle wounds, and offering sound advice when they come to him with a problem.

Raph and Mikey are most affectionate with each other, and Donnie is affectionate with everyone, even though it still has something of a performative air to it. But they know he loves them by how fiercely protective he gets when one of them gets hurt. Raph is just as protective as he is in canon. He’ll check on them all before he goes to bed, let Leo take the lead in missions (after they stop butting heads, and figure out a way that actually works) so that Raph can focus less on strategy, and more on where his brothers are at, and who needs their backs covered. He’s patient with all of Donnie’s “quirks”, offers to spar with Leo when he sees he’s frustrated, but clearly trying to keep a calm face, and joins Mikey in the kitchen when the youngest is experimenting.

I’ll have to make a whole other post for our twin boys, since I’ve gotten so many questions regarding them!

These are all pretty much accurate to a T!

As for dynamics—Leo respects Raph, but they clash at first over how to run missions. Leo hates going in without having everything planned, and that’s not really how Raph, April and Mikey have done things. But Raph can’t argue when Leo’s strategies work so well, and it is something of a relief to not have to worry about being the plan guy, in addition to the protection guy.

Despite all the training Draxum put Three through, Donnie isn’t used to real combat, especially in a group, so he’ll often take a sideline role, at least until he gets more comfortable with the idea of training with his brothers.

Mikey takes down baddies effortlessly. It’s usually him and Leo on the offensive, flitting all over the place in the blink of an eye, Raph on defense unless he’s bowling down a whole group of attackers, and Donnie is in the shadows picking ppl off, or up high calling out positions. Like Raph, April switches between offensive and defensive based on the situation, but she can be a little quicker about it because of her size and speed.

Mikey is first because I love Mikey being the most in tune with Mystic energies. He’s the only one that unlocks his before they all reunite. Big Mama recognizes it as a form of Mystic art, and puts her feelers out in order to uncover more specifics, but doesn’t find anything before Raph and Splinter show up.

Raph unlocks his powers second. I do like the way it was done originally, but I’ll be throwing in a little fun twist to a much loved bit of angst we never got to see in canon 😉…

Donnie shocks everyone by being next. It’s mostly because he’s worked with Mystic energy before and it’s almost something of an underwhelming sort of “oh hey, I guess I can do this now.” Kind of reveal. He creates a bazooka to blast Rocksteady’s ass, when the mutant goes for an unsuspecting Raph’s shell with a sledgehammer.

Leo is last, because of how difficult a time he has accepting himself as part of the Hamato Clan after everything Shredder made him believe, but when an attacker is gunning for Mikey and Donnie, and Leo and Raph are too far away, he moves without thinking and is suddenly exactly where he needs to be.

(I’m not an expert on weapons so pls forgive me if my research reveals some inaccuracies 😅)

Raph has pretty much always used his sai (the ones we see in the turtle tots short. Here, they’re a bit more meaningful and don’t get broken so easily like they do in the first episode—at least I’m assuming the ones in Mystic Mayhem were the same?). Splinter started him off with a pair of tonfa when he was very young and switched him to the sai when he thought he could handle them. Mikey picked his nunchaku from the huge wall of weapons in the Nexus because he liked how quickly and fluidly they followed his own movements. He leaves them behind in the Nexus, but is thrilled to accept the pair Splinter offers. They feel different, but in the best way—like they were meant just for him.

Donnie still creates his tech Bo, and mentally scoffs at the wooden one that’s displayed in the dojo, but…after Leo tells him…🤐 🤐🤐

The weapons are only old, family heirlooms at first. But once each of the boys unlock their Hamato Ninpo, they get the powers they have in the show and use their weapons just like normal. I wont really be fussing with them getting Draxum’s mystic weapons because it would be kind of….clunky trying to figure how that would work. And as much as I loved the new take of them starting off with their traditional weapons, then getting different ones, then earning their iconic weapons in a very satisfying final showdown…I’m going more on the route of them accepting their connection to the Hamato clan, through each of them accepting their weapons from Splinter.

Check out my Separated AU tag for further lore and the art this all is based off and my pinned post at the top of my page!

As always thanks for all the kind words! You guys are the best! ❤️💙💜🧡💛

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seven sentence sunday but once again, who's actually counting?

gonna be honest with y'all, i still have no idea what this fic really is, but i'm having a good time writing it!

“Where’s…Big Bend National Park?” Henry asks out of nowhere.

It’s enough for Alex to pull his attention from the stars. “Um, like six hours west of here. I didn’t even know you knew what that was. Why?”

Henry shrugs. “Sheer curiosity.”

“It’s never just curiosity with you. There’s usually some meaning behind it.” Alex sits up. “What’s important about Big Bend?”

“A lot of westerns were filmed there,” he tells him.

“Oh yeah? I never knew that.”

But then it takes less than a second for it to hit him: the tight-lipped smile, the soft hum of a short laugh, the way Henry angles his head briefly before looking down at his lap, fingers drumming against the neck of the wine bottle.

“Your dad filmed something there.”

“One of his first big roles,” Henry begins, “a few years before he and my mum met and he had his Bond run. It’s less famous than them, obviously, but I’d argue it was just as good.”

“What’s it called?”

“All For the Autumn Son.”

“I’ve never seen it,” Alex tells him softly. “What’s it about?”

“Oh, the usual; outlaws and bandits, heists, a corrupt and cornered sheriff. He makes a deal with a group to free their bookkeeper from prison, only to be killed before they overrun the town and take it hostage. Then this lone wolf type comes into play and drums up a plan to save everyone, there’s romance and a routine ride into the sunset.” 

“Who did your dad play?”

“The hero.” At this, Henry smiles, chin titled up toward the sky. He looks so proud, and Alex has never been as sad as he is at this moment that he was never able to meet Arthur Fox. “It really is cheesy and Dad’s accent is…something else.” Henry laughs, and it’s a little more genuine this time. “I mean, it works, but it’s odd to hear when I’m so used to his voice, you know? But for all it’s worth, it’s brilliant.”

“Is it your favorite?”

Henry pauses for a moment. “Yeah.” Another pause. “It’s weird that any time I want to see or hear my father, all I have to do is turn on the telly. Literally the whole world knows him as this action hero, but he was so much more than that. They know one side of him — the actor side — and this might be hard to understand, but everyone gets to see him and there’s no sanctity in it.” Henry glances over at Alex, and even in the dim orange light of the fire, he can make out the emotion in his eyes. “He was world-renowned, beloved, it’s not like he was some random man from Cardiff. Everyone knew him, but not everyone knew him. They can miss him, but not like all of us do. He was our dad, and yet sometimes it feels like he doesn’t belong to us. Which is a whole convoluted thing with how my entire life has been; it belongs to the Crown, it belongs to England.”

It’s then that Henry releases a hefty breath and lowers himself down onto the grass, he and Alex swapping positions. Alex just watches.

“Maybe that’s why I love his lesser-known movies more, because less people have seen them, even if it’s only by a marginal amount. It makes it feel…more, I don’t know, personal.”

Henry’s right, Alex never is going to understand it. He’s lucky enough not to know what it’s like to lose a parent that young. And the thing is, until Henry, Alex never even thought to consider himself lucky about it. But there’s a whole other level of appreciation he has now, one he hopes he never neglects.

“Maybe I drank too much today,” Henry says mildly, sitting up again and shaking the bottle. There’s a little under a quarter of the wine left. “Getting all emotional.”

“No.” Alex scoots in closer, rubbing circles on his back. He’s warm through his shirt. “No, baby. It’s okay. Don’t minimize it.”

He watches as Henry goes to say something, but closes his mouth. “I—thank you, Alex.”

“What for?”

“Always listening.”

Alex could melt. “It’s the easiest thing in the world.”

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Cookies 'n Cream | S. Todoroki

Entry 05 | The Virginity Chronicles

Summary: The rules have been clear for a long time; no messing around, no wasting time on anything that isn't trying to get to the top, and no Shoto Todoroki. At least, until school is over. Your parents have a lot of influence in the hero world, but once you've graduated, you're free from their control. And there's only one more night to wait.

Only, you've never been the most patient person. And after years of hiding your feelings and your need for him, he's right there now, in your room, close enough to touch.

(Or, alternatively; Shoto fucks for the first time)

Pairing: Shoto Todoroki x fem!reader

Warnings: Forbidden romance, first time au, third year au, soft smut, hand jobs, vaginal fingering, unprotected sex, all characters are 18 years or over!

Word Count: 12 440

Note: So it's finally here, boys. This has been a long time coming, my apologies. Mental health has been a bitch, so writing wasn't the easiest thing for me, but I got it done eventually! I hope everyone enjoys :)

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It’s Aizawa who eventually comes to break up the party. The clock has just ticked past eleven pm and with the noise level in the 3A common room not decreasing in the slightest, you’re honestly not surprised. Your teacher looks exhausted when he shuffles his way into the room, the bags under his eyes having deepened in only the last day. He also seems reluctant as he stares around at your classmates, and you almost get the feeling that he’s sending you off to bed because he has to, not because he wants to. 

Which makes sense. You think your celebration is justified, after all, considering how your entire class had just passed the official hero licensing exams that afternoon. Although, you don’t exactly mind the fact that you’re being forced up to bed either - Kaminari still has so much energy, despite the late hour and exhausting day, and frankly it’s getting on your nerves a little. 

“Guys,” Aizawa says tiredly as he stands between two of the couches, looking around at your classmates. “I know it’s been an exciting day, but you all have to be up early for the graduation ceremony tomorrow.”

“Aww, but -” Mina tries, looking upset. But she cuts herself off when Aizawa fixes her with a particularly teacherly look. 

“You all also need to move all of your things out of the dorms tomorrow,” he continues, and you're almost able to ignore the distinctly sad tone of his voice. “And I guarantee none of you will want to do that if you’re all exhausted. I’m technically not your teacher anymore, so I can’t really make you go to bed. But you’ll be doing yourself all a big favour if you do.” 

The room falls quiet with his admittance because despite the fact that it has been on everyone’s minds, you don’t think you’ve actually heard someone admit it out loud yet. It being the fact that this is your last night ever in the UA dorms and from tomorrow, you’ll all be full-fledged heroes. 

It’s an exciting thought. But also much more sad than you think anyone ever anticipated.

Momo is the first to agree with Mr Aizawa and honestly, you’re not surprised. You recognise the look of slight dejection as she forces a smile around at the rest of you. “That’s probably a good idea. We don’t want to be exhausted on our first day of heroing!” Her tone is light, purposely light, but it still hits you in the chest a little too hard. Still, you force a smile back at her.

“Yeah, I think I’m about ready to turn in anyway.”

Slowly, your classmates start to agree, and then group by group, they begin to troupe upstairs. You get to your feet along with them and bid Aizawa goodnight. However, before you head up, you make a b-line for the kitchen, all with the intention of getting something that you’ve been saving for yourself up until this point. 

The kitchen itself is dark when you reach it, being illuminated only by the lights still on in the lounge. But you don’t have any problem reaching the tall fridge and then crouching down in front of it as you open the large freezer. The icy drawers are more empty than usual, with a lot of your classmates having either taken their food out or eaten it in anticipation of having to clear the entire space out. You find what you’re looking for immediately, tucked away in the back corner of a bottom drawer, untouched and waiting for you. The cold nips a little at your fingers as you reach for it, but you barely notice in anticipation of getting what you want. Then…

“What are you doing?” 

You jump, your arm instinctively tucking back into yourself as you retreat from the freezer.  Your heart thumps in your chest as for a split second your body goes into fight or flight mode. But then you turn to peer over your shoulder and find only the familiar, curious gaze of your best friend and classmate, Shoto Todoroki.

Your breath leaves you in a rush and you slump a little, placing a relieved hand over your chest. "Thank god, it's just you," you manage to wheeze out as your blood pounds in your ears.

Shoto, totally oblivious to the anguish that he's caused you, cocks his head a little to the side and blinks. "Who did you think I was?" he asks curiously, eyebrows furrowed. 

You shake your head and turn back to the freezer, eyeing your prize once again. "No one. You just… you scared me." 

"I'm sorry." 

You stifle a small laugh as you grab what you need and then go to stand. Shoto steps back as you do, giving you room to reach your full height and close the freezer door behind you.

"It's fine," you say, as the door seals once again. "I just wasn't expecting you to be there." 

" I wasn't expecting you to be here ," Shoto points out. He looks down at what you're holding. "I thought you were going to bed." 

"I just wanted to grab this first," you tell him. And when he gives you a questioning look, you hold up your prize. 

"Ice cream?" Shoto asked as he reads the label on the tub you've got clutched in your hand, and you nod, pleased with yourself. You'd managed to score the last tub from one of your favourite ice cream parlours on your way home from training yesterday, and you'd been saving it for this very occasion. 

"It's cookies ‘n cream flavour!" you tack on when Shoto raises an eyebrow at you. "That's the best flavour!" 

His nose wrinkles a little. "I prefer vanilla." 

"Why am I not surprised?" you mumble, turning to head back past him towards the elevator. He follows after you immediately, falling into step beside you as you begin to make your way back through the kitchen. 

"Why do you have ice cream anyway? Is it a special occasion?"

You shrug one shoulder and look down at the tub in your hand. "I guess it's… like a send-off," you muse. "It's our last night as UA students and while I liked the goodbye party, I figured this would be a more fitting celebration." 

Shoto gives you a blank look for a long minute, long enough that you almost start to think he might have forgotten the significance of the ice cream as you stop by the counter to grab two spoons from one of the cutlery drawers. But then the corner of his mouth twitches upwards and he offers you one of his rare smirks. 

"You mean because of how on our first night in the dorms, you skipped out on the room contest to eat ice cream by yourself in your room?" 

You shoot him a wide grin and point the spoon handle right at his face. "Exactly." 

"And I suppose I'm obligated to show up to this ice cream event too? Since you roped me into the last one?" 

"I did not 'rope you in'," you reply indignantly as the pair of you reach the elevator. Shoto presses the button to bring the elevator to the ground floor and turns to look at you as you continue. "You just invited yourself into my room because you didn't want to stay up and talk after everyone took their votes!" 

"I was still there,” he points out. "Do you want me there again or not?: 

You close your mouth, a little haughty. Of course, you want him there - Shoto is your best friend in the world, after all, not to mention the very unfortunate fact that you're completely in love with him. If anything, the worst thing about the goodbye party thrown by the rest of your class was the fact that you couldn't snuggle up with him on the couch like you wanted to. 

But you also know of how much pleasure he takes in the fact that you're a complete sucker for him and so you don't want to admit that now. 

"I guess…" you start, as the elevator doors slide open and the both of you step inside. "I guess it would be kind of difficult for me to eat this entire tub on my own…" 

It wouldn’t. But you put on your best innocent face anyway as you side-eye Shoto through your eyelashes. 

He only shoots you a pointed look in return. And then he hits the button for your floor and you smile triumphantly, knowing you’ve got him. 

“You can just ask me,” Shoto points out as the elevator rumbles into life around you. He turns a little, shuffling on his feet as he looks down at you. You shrug nonchalantly even as your heart leaps in your chest. 

“But it’s more fun not to.” 

“For you, maybe,” Shoto mumbles and you giggle, turning to face him properly. 

“Aw, do you not like my games?”

“Maybe not,” he tells you, giving you a pout. But you can see there’s warmth in the depths of his eyes as you reach forward with your free hand to catch hold of him. His fingers are cold as they tangle with yours. 

“I can’t resist though,” you say, tilting your chin upwards to look at him properly. There’s a bit of a height difference between the pair of you, after he’d shot up like a fucking beanstalk back in second year, and usually, it annoys you. Now though, as you watch the way he looks down at you with a raised eyebrow, it brings a certain kind of giddiness to your chest. “You’re very cute.” 

The corner of Shoto’s mouth twitches and he leans in a little. “I know I am,” he says quietly, almost smug. “That’s why a good majority of this school is in love with me.” 

Your eyebrow jumps and you lean away, putting a little bit of distance between the both of you. Your smile doesn’t falter though as you meet his gaze and study his expression, noting the sparkle in his eye. “You’re not supposed to know about that.”

Shoto almost laughs. His fingers squeeze yours as the corners of his mouth tug upwards and then he shoots you a smirk worthy of someone like Sero or Bakugou. “I may be a little oblivious,” he says and suddenly his voice has dropped an octave. You can't help but lean towards him again, your lips parting just slightly. “But I’m not stupid. Most of them are very, very bad liars. Including you.” 

The tip of his nose brushes yours. You smile again. “But I’m allowed to be obvious about the fact that I’m in love with you.” 

“That’s true,” he tells you and then you can feel his lips brushing against yours as he talks. Something in your stomach swoops. “I’d like to hear you say it more often though.” 

You almost kiss him. Almost. You can feel him, his lips, his torso beginning to press against yours, the way his hand is tight on your own. You’re so close to him and you almost kiss him right there, despite the fact that you’re supposed to be hiding the fact that you’re together with him. 

But then there’s a small jolt as the elevator reaches its stop. And you step back just in time for the doors to slide open, revealing the dark, empty hallway of your landing. 

Shoto pulls back a little too, a faint look of annoyance passing across his features. You give his hand a final squeeze as you say, “All in due time.” Then you drop his fingers and, with another smile, turn to lead the way towards your bedroom. Shoto follows behind you with only a soft sigh. 

No one bothers you on the way to your bedroom door. You don't even see anyone, and the evident strips of light appearing from under other people’s bedroom doors lead you to conclude that they’re all made it upstairs before you and Shoto had. You don’t mind though; actually, it’s far more convenient to be undisturbed. Because despite the fact that everyone in the class knows you and Shoto are close, they don’t know how close. And it’s still important to hide the fact that you’re not-together-but-together from the rest of your class, at the very least until you’ve both left UA for good. 

Your relationship with Shoto has always been complex like that. Right from the start, when you’d so boldly introduced yourself to him on your very first day at UA. There’d been a connection between the both of you from the beginning - probably because you each came from well-established hero families and understood each other’s pressure - and you’d been unwilling to let that go. And so your relationship with him had grown into something very special, if still tainted by the disapproval from both of your parents. 

You’re not dating Shoto. That’s the truth, you’re not . You’re not with him, he’s not your boyfriend. Because he can’t be, not like this. You can’t go out and do couple things, you can’t cuddle and kiss in front of anyone else, you can’t address him as yours for fear of the anger of both your families. Not after your parents had told you specifically if anything happened between you and him, they’d pull you from UA in a heartbeat. He’s still your partner though, your person . And you love him more than you’d ever thought you were capable of loving anyone. Just not publicly. 

Which is why slipping him silently into your bedroom is practically a routine at this point. Shoto follows on behind you, a cover story already poised at the both of your lips. He keeps his head down as you open the bedroom door and steps inside first when you let him through, keen eyes scanning over your empty room once before his shoulders relax. And then, once you’ve shut and locked the door, and are turning back to him with the tension already flowing out your own body, he closes the distance between you two in a few long strides. You practically fall into his kiss when he reaches for you, his left hand sliding right your waist while his right clasps your jaw gently. You inhale in surprise and almost don’t register the kiss before he pulls away again and drops his head a little to fix you with a dark gaze from beneath his bangs. 

“You take far too much joy in teasing me,” he tells you in a soft voice. You giggle in response and shake your head, letting him go when he steps back to run a hand through his hair. 

“You make it too easy.” 

Shoto only grunts in reply and turns to take his usual spot on the floor beside your bed, his back to the bed frame. He crosses his long legs and watches on as you first go to switch on the fairy lights strung across one wall and then discard your phone on your desk. Neither of you speaks a word until you turn again and take your seat next to him on the floor, stretching out your legs before you. 

Shoto takes the spoon that you offer him and then continues to watch silently as you wrestle the lid of the ice cream from the tub and reveal the creamy substance to the cool of the open air for the first time. Neither of you go to take a spoonful though, something hanging in the air between you, holding you back. 

“Hey, Shoto,” you start eventually, staring hard at the ice cream before you. “You’re not… nervous for tomorrow or anything?” 

You can feel his soft gaze on the side of your face as you speak but you don’t dare look at him. For some reason, bringing the question up almost makes you feel… embarrassed? No, ashamed is probably a better word. 

For a moment there's silence as Shoto seems to think about it. Then he shifts, moving a little closer to you. “I don’t think so,” he says eventually, almost sounding thoughtful. “I’m not nervous to graduate or anything. Why do you ask?”

You shake your head and go to dig into the ice cream with your spoon. “Um, no reason,” you say. “I was just… wondering.” 

Shoto watches you for a moment more. Then he reaches out to take hold of your wrist, stopping you from massacring the surface of the ice cream any more. “There’s something bothering you,” he observes, his voice quiet. You just shake your head again in response. 

“It’s nothing,” you mumble before shoveling a spoonful of ice cream in your mouth. “Really.” 

But, just as he’d rightfully said earlier, Shoto isn’t stupid. Oblivious, not stupid. And so when he reaches out to take hold of your chin gently and turns your head so he can meet your eyes, you can see the clear concern burning in his gaze. “Please,” he asks, softly, sweetly. “Tell me?”

For a moment, you’re not going to. For one long moment, you honestly think you’ll just deny him again and, when he inevitably stops pushing you, go back to eating ice cream while talking about happier topics. 

But it’s only for a moment before when you meet his eyes, you realise you really don’t want to hide it from him. So much of your life is hiding, it’s already come between you and some of the people you love the most. You don’t want that to happen to Shoto. 

So you purse your lips and let out a short sigh. And then you say, “I’m kind of scared.” 

Shoto lets go of you, his eyes narrowing just a little as he gives you a confused look. “Scared.” 

“Yeah,” you affirm and look away from him. “Really scared, actually.” 

“Of what?”

You shrug. “I’m not sure. Graduating, maybe. Or… I suppose it’s more just, I’m scared of being an adult.” 

You take another scoop of ice cream, which prompts Shtoo to do the same, and for a few seconds, the pair of you just sit in silence, processing what you’ve said. Then you shrug again and shake your head. 

“It’s like… we’ve spent three years here, right? In these dorms, with each other, learning all these things that should help us when we actually have to be heroes. But… now that we’re almost done, and we’re leaving tomorrow , I can't help but feel like… like I don’t really know anything at all.” 

“You’re in the top five of our whole year though,” Shoto points out. You bite at your bottom lip as your nose scrunches a little in response. 

“Yeah but…” you start, “that's not really the same. That's all theory and practice of how to be a hero . I don’t even know how to be a person , and now we have to go out there, completely alone, and just figure it all out.” 

Shoto seems to think over your words for a minute as he takes another mouthful of ice cream. “I suppose I understand,” he admits eventually. But then his head turns and you can feel him looking at you once again. “But… you won’t be completely alone.” 

You turn your own head and meet his gaze straight on. 

“Yeah?”

He nods. “You’ve got all the friends you’ve made here. Uraraka and Asui and Yaoyorozu… all of them. They’re not just going to leave now that we’re finished with UA. And…” and here he pauses for a moment as something wells up in his dark eyes. “Well, you’ve got me.” 

“You?” 

He nods once. “Even if it hasn’t been … officially, these past few months, you’ve got me. And from tomorrow… we won’t have to hide anything anymore.” 

“Right,” you mumble. "From tomorrow…" 

Tomorrow you're officially free. That's how you've always thought of it. Your graduation from UA and into the vibrant world of pro-heroes acted as somewhat of an official-unofficial step into adulthood. From tomorrow, your parents would have no real agency over your life, not if you didn't want them to. From tomorrow, you'd need to learn to handle your own affairs. From tomorrow, you could be your own person, properly, with nothing in the way. 

And from tomorrow, you could be with Shoto. Because from tomorrow, the bounds of the ultimatum your parents had stung over your head fell away. They couldn't "forcefully remove you from school", they couldn't put a cork in your dreams. They couldn't lock you at home like they're threatened. They couldn't even cut you off financially because you'd have your own job and be earning your own money - you have a place at an agency that's not theirs, working under a hero who has no connections whatsoever to your family. From tomorrow, you'll finally be free. 

That thought alone is enough to ease the knot of anxiety growing inside you just a little bit. 

"I can take you on a real date tomorrow," Shoto continues quietly. "And I can hold your hand in public, and not care who sees." 

"Not even your dad?" 

"Not even my dad," Shoto confirms. He nudges at your knee lightly, a little cheerily, with his own, and then you hear the small smile in his words when he speaks again. "I don't have to care about him ever again." 

You turn to look at him properly then, and his eyes catch yours immediately. They're sparkling, you realise, gittering in the twinkle of the fairy lights on the opposite wall. His whole face really, is illuminated in a way that makes you think he could be an elf. Or a fairy. Something kind of inhumanly beautiful creature, especially with the way he's staring at you right now. 

A smile finds its way to your own lips and slowly you reach over to set the tub of ice cream down on your nightstand, so you can raise a free hand up to brush his bangs away from his face. 

"That sounds good. Really good." 

"Just a few more hours," he tells you in a soft calm voice. And you repeat it back to him in a warm tone. 

"Just a few more hours." 

You're not sure who leans in first but when your lips meet after that; it's very soft. You feel Shoto’s fingers on your jaw, holding your face with a touch lighter than feathers, and at the same time, your own hands curl into the fabric of his shirt. He tastes like cookies and cream, you realise with a soft start. And you're sure you must taste that way too, especially so when Shoto lets out a soft sigh against you and presses closer. 

Something bursts in your chest, heat that spreads outwards until it feels like your entire body is tingling. You grip Shoto a little tighter in an attempt to ground yourself and in response he lets go of your jaw completely, allowing his hand to slide downwards to rest against the side of your neck instead. His lips are as soft and sweet as ever, coaxing you gently, moving only the slightest fraction to draw you in as much as possible. And then suddenly he pulls away, leaving you to chase after him with an unhappy sigh. 

When your eyes open again, you find that Shoto is already looking at you. His hand is still on your neck, thumb rubbing back and forth against the warmth of your skin comfortingly. And there’s something questioning in his expression that has your eyebrows furrowing a little in concern. 

“What?” you ask, and it comes out as barely a mumble between the pair of you. Shoto purses his lips, his eyes dropping from yours to where your fingers are still tightly gripping the front of his sweater. When he speaks, his voice is just as quiet. 

“You… You do want this, right?”

“Want what?”

“Us,” he clarifies, looking up at you again. “Everyone about not hiding anyone, being able to be together properly, all of it… you do want it?” 

Something inside you wilts when you pinpoint the self-doubt in his tone. And then you let go of his sweater to put your hands on either side of his face, holding his gaze steady as you stare into his eyes. 

“I want it, Shoto. I can’t even begin to explain how much.” 

His hand comes up to cover yours, and then he leans into your touch, his eyes falling closed for a second. “As long as you’re sure,” he mumbles. 

Your own eyes slide shut and you lean in too, your forehead pressing to his. The tips of your noses brush and you feel yourself relax a little against him, as the familiar hot and cold of his body overwhelms you. You can feel him breathing and you find your own breaths matching his; in and out, in and out. Until his hands close a little tighter around yours and then he pulls them from his face, tugging them down so he can curl his fingers between yours in his lap. 

You want to open your eyes and look at him. And yet, as he shifts a little and his energy changes, and the sound of his body shuffling around teases your ears, you find that you can’t. It’s like your eyelids are glued closed, your heart beginning to beat a little faster as you wait in anticipation for him to do … something. 

It takes him a minute. His thumbs rub over the back of your hands, smoothing across your skin in a gesture that sends tingles rushing up your spine like ice. And you feel the soft warmth of his breath against your lips, like he’s drawing closer but only by a fraction. Your eyelids flutter and your lips begin to curve as you go to say his name. “Sho-” 

But Shoto cuts you off completely by kissing you again. 

Only, this time, it’s a little different. 

There’s an energy in him that you don’t recognise as his lips caress yours. It’s warm, and eager, excited even, and it draws you in, turns your muscles to liquid and your bones to jelly as you allow him to pull you closer, eventually tugging you right onto his lap. Shoto lets out a soft sigh against you as your legs slot around his hips and your hands slide to his shoulders, fisting in the fabric of his sweater. He’s not usually so forward, so pushy with what he does, and yet there’s not even the tiniest semblance of doubt in his actions as he settles his hands around your waist and holds you against him as his lips move a little more vigorously against yours. They tug a soft sound from you, something of a very low whine, and then immediately take advantage of your parted lips to deepen the kiss. His tongue tastes even more of cookies and cream as it slides to find yours and for a long moment you genuinely think you’re going to completely melt against him as every molecule in your body seems to liquidate and crumble as everything about him overwhelms your senses. 

A groan rumbles through the depths of Shoto’s chest when he seems to feel you totally submitting to him. His grip on you tightens, going from your waist to rub soft circles into your hips. And then his hands slide up your back, trailing first up and down your spine over your shirt and then sneaking under the hem to caress your skin beneath it. 

You shiver violently at the feeling, loving it, and press closer. Your hand slips up to hold Shoto’s jaw as you move your head a little and kiss him even harder. There's a burning sensation beginning to rise in you now, a deep longing that's pressing you closer and closer to him, making you want more and more. You don’t entirely understand it but you do recognise it to some degree; it’s the same feeling that you’d used to get months back, before you and Shoto became… well, you and Shoto. It’s the desperation that would burn in your stomach as you’d stared at him back then, the deep, all-consuming ache that came with knowing you couldn’t be his in the way you wanted to. Neither of you had spoken about it back then, neither of you had confessed . You didn’t know about his feelings, you didn’t really even understand your own. Which is why, when you think back to it, and try to recall that feeling, it comes with a great amount of pain. Pain and sadness and grief , even. 

None of that is present within you now, as you kiss him like your life depends on it. Only the longing and the desire, but nothing else. It’s overwhelming, to be honest, because it’s so pure. Pure and unadulterated and primal and so fucking suffocating. But it also feels good. Really good , in a way you haven’t truly ever felt before. 

It scares you a little. But… 

But it excites you even more. 

You think Shoto must feel it too because finally, he pulls away from you. And when he does, his eyes are wide and his lips are swollen and he almost looks a little dazed. You can’t help the smile that tugs at the corner of your own mouth at the sight of it, and your fingers slide up into his hair to twist between the strands affectionately. 

He mumbles your name, very softly. His hands continue to move up and down your back but it's more delicate now, less frenzied. You catch his eyes and then hold his gaze as you try to read him. And, surprisingly, you actually can. 

“I need you,” he whispers out and it’s so quiet you barely catch it. Just barely, but you do and it feels like your entire chest explodes with love and affection. Your fingers move gently through the soft strands of his hair, stroking it back, messing with it as you use your connection to him to ground yourself. And you take a long moment to stare deep into his grey and blue eyes and take in all that you find there; the love, the compassion, the excitement, the desire, the fear, the exhilaration, the nerves… all of it. 

“Are you sure?” you ask him eventually because you don’t really know what else to ask. And Shoto nods without a single millisecond of hesitation.

“I want you,” he mumbles and it’s so much more intentional . You almost squirm. 

“Okay.”

You shift a little in his lap, trying to reorganise yourself. But you’re distracted when Shoto leans in to begin pressing soft kisses down the column of your throat. 

Your brain seems to short-circuit for a second and it gives Shoto the perfect opportunity to collect you in his arms once again. He slips his hand from under your shirt to gently caress your jaw, turning your head to his liking so he can reach your skin properly. You let him with absolutely no resistance as your eyes flutter shut all over again and a long, contented sigh slips from between your lips. Shoto’s mouth on your neck is addicting in a way you’ve never thought you’d ever be addicted to something in your life. His lips are hot and the few tiny licks he gives, with just the very tip of his tongue tracing your skin - they burn . Like fucking fire. And it makes something well up inside you, a heat that makes your head spin and your blood pound in your ears, and everything about you just feels… oversaturated. 

You feel his lips curve upwards into a smile against your own skin. It has warmth flooding your cheeks, making your whole face feel flushed, especially when Shoto pulls back a little to stare up at you with half-lidded eyes. You can barely find it in yourself to meet his gaze as your fingers find purchase in his hair once again and you blink down at him dreamily.

“What do you want from me?” Shoto asks softly. You have to bite your lip for a second to suppress a deep sigh. 

“Just,” you mumble in reply, trying to stop your voice from shaking, “Just touch me.” 

“Touch you how?” 

“However you want,” you breathe out without even needing to really think about it. “Just… Shoto….”

You let your words die out when he goes back to kissing your skin. Only now his lips glide along your shoulder, before dipping down to your collarbone area. He hooks a finger into the collar of your shirt and tugs it down a little to get more access to the warmth of your skin. But, ultimately, it’s not enough, and before long - and perfectly in sync as if you’re reading each other’s minds - Shoto pulls away to give you room to haul your shirt upwards and over your head, ridding your body of it entirely. 

It’s not a big deal for Shoto to see you in your bra. You’ve known him long enough for him to have witnessed you in various swimsuits on a number of occasions, not to mention how he’s never been incredibly affected by nudity to begin with. You’re comfortable like this, completely. And he doesn’t gawk or stare at you as you ball the material of your shirt and throw it away from you over your shoulder. 

No, he just seems to appreciate . With adoring eyes and lips that are just the slightest bit upturned at the corners, he lets his gaze travel up and down your body. And then his hands find your back again, between your shoulder blades, and he pushes you into him, bringing you into the softest hug you’ve ever experienced. 

You stay like that for a moment, you and him. Just breathing softly, eyes closed and arms tangled around each other as you sit, content just to exist like this. You can feel Shoto’s heart beating from where your chest is pressed up against his, and it’s steady, unwavering, and perfectly calm despite the heat of the moment. It calms you somewhat in response and your muscles loosen slightly as you sink against him, burrowing into his presence as much as you possibly can. 

Shoto sighs against you, his body relaxing just as yours does. His head drops onto your shoulder, his forehead pressing into the warmth of your skin. You can feel his eyelashes fluttering, the tickle of them sending goosebumps rushing along your arms. And then you feel his lips, pressing warm, feather-like kisses into the dip of your shoulder joint. 

“Shoto,” you whisper to him then, and begin to shuffle, slowly detangling yourself from his grasp. “Shoto, c’mon…” 

He seems to understand as you struggle to your feet, following you as you rise to climb up onto your bed. You find your spot there first, back pressing into the cool sheets as Shoto crawls on the mattress beside you. And then you reach for him, already missing the contact of him, your hands search desperately to feel him once again. He doesn’t deny you for too long; just long enough to grab at the back of his sweater and tug it over his head to reveal the slightly crumpled white school shirt beneath it. 

Your fingers delve deep into his hair the moment he leans back over you, and pull his face down to yours. You kiss him again before he’s really even settled, his body still shifting before his hips find their spot between your bent legs and his torso ends up flat to your own once again. His kisses are still soft but they feel so much hotter now, with his body right atop yours and his warmth so, so close. 

You whimper a little against his lips when one of his hands begins to creep downwards, heading from your neck to your shoulder and to your chest. His long fingers are cool when they envelop your breast for the first time and it makes you shiver and squirm as tingles dance along your spine. Even through the fabric of your bra, his touch is so intimate . He barely does anything but feel you gently, cupping your breast in his hand and massaging at the flesh just enough to make you whine. But it’s overwhelming nonetheless and your fingers dig even tighter into his soft hair as you kiss him even harder, already beginning to slip under as the pleasure within you rises. 

“My love,” Shoto whispers against your lips and you can feel him smiling through the words. “You’re addicting.” 

“Fuck,” you breathe out softly as your hand slides down the back of his neck. Your fingers find the collar of his shirt and then slip beneath it, fingertips ghosting along the strong lines of his shoulder blades and back. “Shoto…” 

He kisses you again, and his hands leave your body, going to the buttons of his shirt. You help him as best as you can with your eyes squeezed shut, fingers fumbling as you try to get the piece of fabric off as quickly as possible. Shoto hums at your eagerness, his smile remaining the whole time, and when he pulls back just enough to discard the thing, you see the sparkle in his eyes. 

He’s very comfortable , you realise, with the slightest twinge of surprise, as you watch the way he throws his shirt across the room before ducking back down to pepper your collarbone area with kisses once again. Even as your head falls back and your chin tilts upwards as the feeling of his mouth on your skin makes your toes curl, your mind is spinning. He’s more comfortable than you ever would have expected. For him especially,  considering not only is he just as inexperienced as you are, but he’s definitely not the most sexual being in any aspect of his life. You don’t even think you’ve ever had a full conversation surrounding any topics even remotely PG13 with him in the entire time you’ve known him. 

He’s good though, you can’t help but think as his hands sneak to your chest again, this time slipping his fingers beneath the cup of your bra to touch your skin properly. Your back arches upward at the feeling, sensual and languid as your grip on his shoulders tightens again. He’s very good.  

“Shoto,” you mumble again as your fingernails dance across the skin of his back. Instinctively, your thighs tighten a little around his hips. “Take it off.” 

He doesn’t acknowledge you verbally beyond a low grunt into the crook of your neck. But you feel it in his touch; the eagerness he responds with as his hand all but raced from your chest to your back. He fumbles for a second, fingers twisting at the strap of your bra a little awkwardly as he learns the mechanism. You’re about to help him out when you feel the thing snap open, the band around your ribcage becoming immediately looser. Then all that’s left is to shrug the straps down your arms and chuck the fabric away, leaving you totally bare-chested and exposed underneath Shoto. 

You half expect him to gawk at you. Or comment. Or just react in any way, considering the fact that he is a young man with a pair of boobs less than a ruler's length from him. You can remember some of the horror stories you’ve heard from your friends regarding some of their experiences and you’ve braced yourself for however, Shoto decides to react to seeing you this way for the first time. 

What you’re not ready for is for him to do nothing but dive right back into what he was doing before. He barely spares your chest a second look before he lowers himself again to mouth along your neck. His own bare chest presses right into your own now, as one of his hands slips between the pair of you to cup the outer curve of one of your breasts, barely touching it with just the light rubs of his thumb against the warmth of your skin. 

You almost say something about it - you’re not exactly sure what you plan to say but the words are there - however, your voice completely dies in your throat when Shoto decides to nip just a little at the skin of your shoulder. It sends a sudden ripple of shivers down your back and you have to bite down hard on your own bottom lip to prevent yourself from moaning outright. Shoto lets out a breathy snort against you and pulls his head back a little to give you a long look from beneath drooping eyelashes. 

“You like that?” 

You blink up at him and bite the inside of your cheek, feeling the heat flood to your cheeks. You nod anyway though, pushing back your skittishness for the sake of encouraging him to do it again. Shoto’s smile grows. 

“Noted.” 

And then he’s ducking down again, but lower this time. You suck in a sharp inhale between your teeth when the warmth of his breath first hits the bare skin of your boob. And then you let out a whine in earnest when his lips meet it, kissing the warm skin and flesh in a touch so light it’s barely there. 

Shoto smiles against you at your reaction, his eyes darting upward to take in your expression as his mouth continues to caress your skin. One of his hands slides down your body, from your shoulder to your waist to hold you in place with a firm grip against your skin. The other starts to journey around to your back before you grab at his wrist and interlock your fingers with his. He responds immediately, his grip on you tightening, and then the back of your hand is being pressed into the mattress next to your head, as his thumb rubs comforting patterns down the skin there. 

You feel his tongue poke out, tracing the curve of the flesh of your breast. And then he nips again, very very gently, sending spikes of heat bursting through your body and down towards your lower abdomen. 

Your free hand slides up along the back of his neck, and then back down to trace the contours of his back. He’s so warm, the skin of his left side especially, and you can’t help but pull him even closer, trying to have his body cover more of yours as his weight presses you further down into the mattress. Shoto lets out a low hum against you at the feeling, and then he pulls back. Sits up, his arms sliding around your back to pull you along with him. You follow along blindly, pushing yourself into a sitting position before letting Shoto drag you forward to straddle his lap once again. 

For a moment you stare down at him. In the dim light of the room, his blue and grey eyes are glinting. His hair is messy and his cheeks are a little flushed, and you honestly don’t think you’ve ever been more attracted to him in your entire life. Your hands slide up on their own accord, cradling his face, tracing his features. Your thumb rubs along his bottom lip. And then you smile, and he smiles right back at you; a cheeky, warm, lopsided grin that has one dimple appear on his right cheek. 

“Hi,” you whisper down to him, unable to hold back the giddiness that rushes through your chest when he chuckles lightly in return. His arms have circled around your back by now, pressing warm into your bare skin and you bask in the feeling, realising suddenly how happy you are to just be here, like this, with him. 

“I love you,” you mumble out to him, your voice a little muffled when he leans in. His nose brushes up against yours and for a moment the pair of you hover like that, lips just inches apart as your hearts pound against each other. Then Shoto takes a deep breath, his grip tightening on you just a little. 

“I love you,” he breathes back on you in return, his eyelashes flickering so close they brush over your cheeks. “Stay with me.” 

You kiss him in answer and he still tastes like cookies and cream. It draws you in completely, suffocates you, and suddenly you’re both moving again, much faster, much more hurried. Shoto’s hand goes to your hips and then he’s adjusting your position on top of him, moving your body very precisely. You almost want to ask what he’s doing but then you feel something pressing right up against you, against the fabric of your panties, and you realise immediately. A hot sigh escapes you,  a sigh that morphs itself into a very thinly veiled moan, and your eyelids flutter. 

Your hand slips down then, between your body and Shoto's, trailing along his exposed skin and then right to the buckle of his belt. It lingers there for a moment as you find yourself searching for Shoto's gaze, your free hand going to the side of his face. His eyes meet you're, one blue and one grey, and both hazy with too many emotions to count. Your lips brush against his as you whisper, "Let me touch you?" 

You feel the flutter of his sharp breath against your skin and then he's nodding, his hold on your body tightening just a little. You're still staring into his eyes, looking deep, searching for whatever you might find. And the amount of trust you find reflected back at you, it floods your chest with warmth. Love and trust are the two things that have been notoriously difficult for Shoto to entirely understand throughout most of his life, and yet they're the two things he's provided you with unconditionally. And you can't express in words just how much that means to you. 

Your fingers ghost over him, fluttering first up over the clothed bulge that's now straining at his pants. Your fingers shake just a little as the nerves get to you, so much so that you barely touch him at all. And yet the small pressure that you do provide is enough to have Shoto groaning, his eyes sliding shut as his lips part in a huffed exhale. 

You bite your lip, spurred on, and move your hand so you can tackle the buckle of his belt. You fumble with it for a  moment, the way your heart is pounding in your chest making your entire body jittery. But then Shoto slips a hand down to help you, his forehead falling onto your shoulder as he does so, and the pair of you are able to get the thing undone properly. You waste no time with popping the button of his trousers then, and soon they’re laying open too, exposing the dark blue briefs he’s wearing beneath. 

For a moment you hesitate, your heart in your throat. You’ve never done this before, never even attempted it - the two romantic partners you’d had before Shoto had both been at an age when sex wasn’t even a viable idea for you, and since you and Shoto, despite being you and Shoto , weren’t really together, it hasn’t really come up in the past. At least, not like now. 

You’re almost inclined to think that Shoto doesn’t want it, since he’d never expressed any kind of sexual attraction to you, or anyone else, throughout the entire time you’ve known him. At least, not to your knowledge. This thought makes you falter just for a moment, suddenly unsure as your hand hovers over him, and you wonder suddenly - despite everything that has already been said - if you’re taking things too far. 

Shoto seems to realise your dilemma. And he completely dismisses it with one small move, by taking your hand gently in his own and then pressing it down, to where his cock is still swelling in his briefs. The both of you suck in sharp breaths at the feeling, yours in surprise and his in bliss, and then your body relaxes, tipping forward slightly until your head falls into the crook of his neck. 

“Shoto,” you mumble against him, your heart racing. “Shoto, you’re-” 

You feel his hand on your back, rubbing up and down gently. “Shhh,” he whispers back to you as his other hand guides yours, helping you palm him over his clothes. “Here… it's okay.” 

You follow his movements, allowing for him to show you what to do at first. You’re a little flustered, both embarrassed because you’d frozen up, and curious at being encouraged to touch something you’d never had the chance to before. 

Your hand maps him, guided by his own until he eventually pulls it away and lets you touch him alone. He’s so warm, and hard enough that you can make out the shape of him through his briefs. And then, as you add a little more pressure, he lets out a soft groan. 

Your eyes jump to his face immediately, at first worried. But then you see it; the pleasure on his face, the way his cheeks are a little flushed and his lips are slightly parted.

Without thinking, you lean in to kiss him again, hard. Your tongue slips against his, as your heart races and he pushes back against you. You feel his hand against the back of your head, pulling you in. And you start to feel a little braver, turning your hand so you can rub against his crotch with more purpose. Shoto all but chokes against you.

“Does that…?” you whisper out, pulling back a little so you can gauge his reaction properly. “Does that feel… good?” 

Shoto exhales, a little shakily, and then looks up to meet your eyes. Slowly, almost nervously, he nods. 

“Keep going.” 

So you do. Growing in confidence with each second that passes, you start to rub him properly, trailing your fingers up and down his clothed cock, mapping its full length and shape until you feel like you might understand it. Your eyes dart up again then, wide and curious, and you catch Shoto’s gaze. The corner of his mouth twitches upwards. 

“You can touch it… properly,” he tells you, like he’s read your mind. “I want you to.” 

You can’t ignore the way your stomach jumps, full of butterflies. Then you nod at him and slide your way off his lap, allowing him to hook his fingers into the waistband of his briefs and begin to tug them, and his trousers, down his legs. 

He lies back once they’re gone, completely naked in your presence for the very first time, and you're… breathless. You can't stop staring at him, at all of him. The way his soft, floppy hair falls back from his face against the pillow, the way his skin glows golden in the flickering glow of your fairy lights. His eyes; ocean blue and stormy grey blink up at you, filled with warmth and care. His torso, lined with layers of muscle; not buff or built, but lithe, lean, like a figure skater. His chest rises and falls softly, the dips and curves of his abdominal muscles slipping between light and shadow. For a moment, you actually want to lick him, but then your eyes catch his once again and you lean up, towards his head. 

Your lips brush over his, feather-light and only for a moment. And then you move, pressing soft kisses along his cheeks and then up to his forehead. His eyes close when you reach his scar, a sigh slipping from him as you trace the burn mark with your lips as you’ve done so many times before. 

And then you slip down, down to his chin, to his jaw. You take a moment to nip along his neck, tasting his skin but careful not to leave any marks. And then you move to his pronounced collarbones where you can suck properly, and leave purple lovebites along his skin. He groans at the feeling, his hands sliding up your own body, up your back, to hold the back of your head. And then he pulls you back up to kiss you properly, his lips so soft and sweet against yours. 

“Touch me,” he breathes against your mouth, his eyelids fluttering. “Please.” 

So you do. You slide your hand down, to where his cock is standing tall, no longer restrained by the tight material of his briefs. And you begin the process of feeling him out again, with nothing to restrict you this time. 

As soon as you touch him, Shoto hisses. His eyes squeeze shut as you let your hand wrap around him, before sliding up towards the tip, and then you both let out soft sighs. It’s a new sensation for both of you; his cock feels unfamiliar in your hand, the skin is so soft and there’s a weight to it that you’re not used to. For him, it almost seems overwhelming, his head tilted back and his eyes tight shut. You watch the way his lips part as you run your thumb across the tip, your own lip caught between your teeth. He just looks so pretty like this; really, he always looks pretty but there’s something special now. Something. Maybe it's the flush in his cheeks or the way his breath isn't quite even. Or the way he responds to each touch from you. But it has you shifting, your eyes widening slightly as you feel something tug in the base of your gut. Involuntarily, your legs squeeze together, and a spike of heat flashes up your abdomen. Your lips part in a muffled whine. 

“Shoto…”

“More,” he mumbles to you then, eyes opening to give you a half-lidded look. “Please. More.” 

And so you give more. You speed up your pace, you find a proper rhythm, and stroke him. You make an effort to watch his reactions closely, repeating something when he seems to like it. And eventually, you have him moaning, whining under you. 

“Ho-ly shit,” Shoto chokes out, raising an arm to hide his face in his elbow. His hip buck involuntarily. “ Fuck-!”  

And then suddenly his hand snaps downwards, locking around your wrist to hastily pull your hand back. “Shit, shit, shit ,” he mumbles, eyes now wide as he pushes himself up to look at you. 

You look back, worried. “What’s wrong?” 

“I -” Shoto shakes his head. Then he flashes you a small smile. “Nothing’s wrong, I just almost…”

Your eyes widen a little. “Oh.”

“Yeah,” he mumbles. His smile grows and then he reaches forward to run his fingers along the side of your face. “You’re… really good at that.” 

Warmth sparks in your chest and floods to your cheeks. You glance down and then back up, shuffling forward a little. “I am?” 

Shoto leans in. ”Yeah,” he breathes to you, pulling you closer. Your lips brush his as you break into a small smile, allowing for him to guide you up onto his lap once again. You kiss him properly, hands sliding up to tangle in his hair. His go to your hips, his grip loose until you make the voluntary effort to roll yourself against him. Then his fingers tighten, digging into you as he whines against your mouth. 

You do it again, smiling more so to yourself than anything else when his breath hitches in his throat. And you want to continue, until he stops you, pulling away from your lips to stare up at you with hazy eyes. 

“Wait,” he tells you softly. “I want … Can I touch you?” 

You suck in a short breath when you realise what he means, your hands tightening in his hair on instinct. And then, a little shakily, you nod. 

“Okay.” 

“You sure?” Shoto mumbles, seeming to sense your nerves. “It's okay if you don’t want to.”

But you shake your head, gnawing on your lip a little before flashing him a soft smile. “No, I want to,” you mumble, your nose bumping up against his. “Please, touch me.” 

For emphasis, you grab his hand, like he’d done for you, and guide it. Down your front, to where your skirt is still fastened around your waist. For a moment, he hesitates. And so you take the lead and shift, tugging the zipper down so you can rid yourself of the green fabric. 

Shoto sucks in a small breath at the sight of your panties beneath; they’re nothing special, just black, with little pieces of lace detailing. They’re not even the nicest ones you own and yet, as he looks down at you, you feel so warm. So loved. When he reaches a finger out, to trace across the tiny bow on the front, a shiver passes up your body. And then you reach for him, take his hand once again, and guide it down between your legs, to where your need for him is burning .

You feel more than hear the way Shoto gasps when his fingers first brush over the space between your legs. You’re sure your panties are soaking when by now, with how turned on you were from seeing him almost reach his climax. And when he presses a little harder, up into the warmth of you, you feel it too; the way the fabric is completely soaked through. 

“You…” Shoto mumbles out, his eyes still fixed on where he’s stroking back and forth over the fabric. “You’re so…” 

You bite your lip and pull him a little closer, arms sliding around his neck. “Yeah,” you mumble out in reply, letting your head rest against his shoulder. “Keep going.” 

He does, fingers exploring your folds over your soaked panties, feeling up every inch of you like you’d done with him. And then, with a glance to your face to make sure you’re okay, he pulls them to the side to touch you properly. 

Your body tenses a little when you feel him there for the first time, his fingers so cold against the flaming heat of your pussy. But then, as he swipes his fingers up and down your slit, collecting your slick, you grow accustomed and roll your hips into the feeling. Your breath catches in your throat when his knuckle rubs up against your clit, and then Shoto pauses to observe you, just like you had done with him. The corner of his mouth quirks, and he does it again, rubs every so softly against you. You let out a sharp whine as pleasure shoots through your gut, and Shoto’s grin grows. 

“You like that?” he whispers to you, peering up at you through his eyelashes. And you can only manage a nod in return as he does it a third time, letting his finger linger now, and you all but melt into his chest. 

Something glints deep within his eyes and when he looks at you again, his gaze is filled with a determination you don’t quite recognise. He leans in, his lips ghosting along your neck. “Noted,” he mumbles softly, pausing for just a moment. And then you have to stifle a full moan as he draws a circle right over your clit and sends shocks of pleasure crackling up your spine like bolts of electricity. 

You barely need to tell him what to do. Shoto’s always been unusually observant and he gets the hang of how to pleasure you so quickly it’s almost scary. His focus remains on your clit, his thumb positioned over it and drawing constant tight circles against you. But his other fingers explore too, dipping down to swipe up more of your arousal, exploring your slit and your heat, slipping inside once or twice. The whole time, you’re whimpering and whining, shaking in his arms as he figures out how to make you feel good. And then you feel it; the tug, the build, the rise towards your climax. 

“Sho -” you choke out, hands sliding up into his hair to get his attention. “Sho, I’m close.” 

“You want me to stop?” he breathes back to you, pausing only for a second. And immediately, you shake your head because god , you’ve never felt this good before. Not ever. 

The small smirk returns to Shoto’s face and he leans in to press a kiss to your shoulder.

“Then let go for me, okay?” he mumbles into your skin, lips tickling you as he speaks. “It’s okay.”

You whine as his pace speeds up again, his thumb in particular sends waves and waves of bliss through your core. You're practically dripping now, it would almost be embarrassing if Shoto didn’t seem to be spurred on by the feeling. And then suddenly something tugs in your gut, pulling taut, and your whole body goes rigid with the realisation that he’s actually about to make you cum. 

“Shoto,” you breathe out, grabbing onto him tighter as you search for something to ground yourself. “Shoto, fuck !” 

He kisses your shoulder again, and then your neck, trailing his lips across your skin. “You can do it,” he whispers to you, so soft and so gentle that you’re sure something in your chest melts. “Just let go, my love.” 

And then you do, your orgasm rippling through you as the tightness in your abdomen snaps and you slump against Shoto, your entire body tingling. 

He doesn’t let go of you, not for the whole time, even as your limbs tremble and your hands tug at his hair and you suck in heavy, choked breaths from where your head is buried in his shoulder. His fingers slow to a snail's pace, just milking you enough to draw the pleasure out while his other hand runs up and down your back, soothing you. And when you do eventually pull back, finally recovering, he sends you the softest, most breathtaking smile you think you’ve ever seen. 

“You’re amazing,” he tells you in a whisper when you lean your forehead against his. “So amazing.” 

You kiss him in answer because you haven’t quite got the words to reply properly. 

There’s a pause then, a long moment of silence as the both of you seem to get your bearings again. And then, as your senses return to you, you realise you can still feel him, achingly hard and solid beneath you. And you realise the need is still there within you, deep down and not entirely satiated despite just having had the best orgasm of your life. 

“Shoto,” you whisper to him, your voice shaky and weak. “Shoto, I…”

“We can stop,” he tells you softly, raising a hand to cup the sides of your face. “If you want to, we can stop.” 

You shake your head immediately, already shifting yourself on his lap. “No,” you mumble out, “no, I want… I wanna keep going…. if - if that’s what you…?” 

“I want that too,” Shoto tells you immediately, his gaze so warm and loving. “I want that. Can… can I roll you over?” 

As you nod in agreement, he winds an arm around your waist. And then he flips the both of you over onto the mattress, so now you’re beneath him, staring up at him, getting to see the way the fairy lights flicker off his messy hair and the side of his face. 

For a moment, you pause, reach up just to stare up at him with a look of absolute adoration clouding your features. He is gorgeous , you can’t help but think again. So, so gorgeous. 

But then you feel him as he shifts, settling himself between your bent legs. You feel his cock, still hard, rubbing up against you, and you moan because you want him. You want him more than you think you’ve ever wanted anything in your whole life. 

Your hand slips down, practically ripping your ruined panties from your body and then, finally, you’re both completely bare and pressed up against each other, for the very first time in either of your lives. 

“Shoto,” you whisper, blinking up at him. And then he’s leaning down, his nose bumping yours before your lips find his. His kiss is soft, sweet, innocent, and you can’t help but be taken back in that moment, to the first time you’d kissed him, over a year ago on his birthday, when the pair of you had ended up alone together out of pure coincidence. You’d been crying then, because you’d know about the rules, about your parents' ultimatum and their threat to pull you from UA if you tried anything. You’d felt guilty about wanting him back then like you were doing something bad. 

You don’t feel any guilt now, as he pulls away from you to stare down at you with a gaze filled with love and wonder. You don’t feel any guilt, just love. For him. 

“Please,” you whisper up to him. “Shoto, I need you.” 

“I need you too,” he breathes down to you. His head dips and he begins to kiss along your neck. At the same time, you can feel him taking himself in hand, positioning his hips, readying himself to slide into you. 

When he finally does, it feels… weird. There’s a pressure that you don’t recognise, and don’t quite like. It makes you tense up as he pushes forward, your thighs clamping around his hips as your hands dig into his shoulders. Shoto pauses when he feels your body go rigid, looking down at you with worry in his expression. Then he leans down to press his lips to your forehead, pausing for one long moment to let you situate yourself. 

You take a few seconds, suck in a long slow breath, and then send him a nod to tell him to continue. He does and it’s almost bearable - the stretch and the pressure, it almost is. Until it’s not and your eyes begin to burn with unshed tears. Shoto stops again. 

“Shhh,” he whispers to you, his hands on either side of your face. “It’s okay. Do you want me to stop?”

“N-no,” you mumble out, your eyes squeezed shut as you try to breathe through the burn. “No, don’t stop. Just… give me some time.” 

“Okay,” Shoto tells you, nothing but calm. “Okay.” 

You nod in thanks and turn your head to press your temple against his. He’s so warm and he smells like him , like he always has. He’s so familiar despite the unknown you’re facing right now, and it slows your heart rate a little. When shoto’s thumbs brush up against the sides of your face, you almost smile. 

“Does it hurt?” he whispers down to you. “Are you in pain?” 

You bite the inside of your cheek. “It…” you mumble eventually, not wanting to lie but also not wanting to worry him. “It… does hurt. But it’s fading. I can deal with it.” 

“As long as you’re sure,” he tells you and presses a kiss to your forehead. 

You take a few more seconds, breathing as calmly as you can. And then you tell him to continue. And this time, you don’t ask him to stop, not until he’s filled you completely as you’re clinging to him, eyes wide and heart racing as you experience a completely new feeling, one you’d never even imagined before. 

You feel so close to him, to Shoto. You can feel him, so much of him. You can feel his heartbeat, pounding in his chest which is pressed right up against your own. His head drops into the crook of your neck and then you can feel his breath, warm along your skin. His hands on you are gentle, warm, and for a moment you almost think you’re going to cry. It’s overwhelming, to say the least but it’s also… good. Really good. 

“Can I…” Shoto starts out, raising his head to look at you again. “Can I move?” 

You swallow, staring up at him with hazy eyes. And then, slowly, you nod. 

His first thrust is completely overwhelming, for both of you. The feeling of him moving inside you, the slide of him against your inner walls, it’s so much. You can feel so much. And Shoto too, seems to feel it, as his face contorts and he lets out a choked groan. 

“Oh my…” 

“Sho,” you mumble out as your eyes flutter. “Sho, more.” 

His hips pull back again and then slip forward. And then again, and again, until he’s found his rhythm. It’s unpracticed, a little sloppy, but you can feel everything. So much it has you choking on your own moans as your hands scrabble for purchase in his head and his head drops to press against your collarbone. 

“B-baby,” he mumbles out, his lips brushing up against your skin as he presses into you over and over again. “Baby you feel so…”

“Sh-Shoto,” you whine to him as finally, it starts to build. The warmth in your gut, the pleasure, it starts to expand, tightening up your throat and making your legs shake. One of Shoto's hands slides down, down your body and to your thigh, and without missing a beat he hooks it around, over his body. This changes the angle a little, the angle at which he’s sliding into you, and suddenly you feel like you’re seeing stars. He’s hitting a spot inside you now, a stop that’s so deep, and yet, it makes your entire body tremble. Especially when his hand moves from your thigh to between your bodies, to play idly with your clit. You actually jump then, tears flooding your eyes as you pull him even closer and bury your moans in the muscle of his shoulder. 

Shoto reciprocates your grip, his arm sliding around your back so he can pull you in. And he keeps going, rolling his hips steadily as the both of you begin to rise, riding the wave of your building orgasms. 

“Fuck,” Shoto chokes, moaning your name against you. And you whine back s your hands scratch down his back and then up into his hair. 

“Shot,” you squeak, your legs squeezing around his hips. “Shoto, oh my god I'm gonna-!” 

“Yeah,” he hisses back. “M-me too. C-can I stay-?”

“Inside,” you choke back. “Please.”

Shoto nods. And then he presses forward again, nose to your shoulder and holding you as close as is physically possible. You moan a few more times, your hips rolling in time with his. And then your body seizes up as finally, you get there, reaching the peak and then crashing down as a thick wave of pleasure all but wipes out every sense you have. 

Vaguely you register Shoto grunting out your name before he too reaches his climax. And then he collapses on top of you, pressing you down into the mattress as the both of you tremble and whine and experience the euphoria together. 

It takes you a while to come back from it. A good few minutes of holding onto Shoto like your life depends on it, your muscles shaky and weak and your entire body buzzing. Shoto doesn’t move from on top of you either, his head remaining where it is buried in your neck. You can feel his hand on your back, rubbing slow circles into your skin. And then, suddenly, he rolls, pulling the both of you over so you’re resting on top of him once again. 

You look down at him with heavy eyes, your lips parted just slightly and your chest still heaving. Without a word, Shoto pulls you down into a long kiss. 

You only pull away when you're breathing is evened out. And then you’re able to look at Shoto a little clearer, with eyes less clouded. He sends you a small smile. 

“That was good.” 

You can’t help the snort you let out, which devolves into a breathy laugh as you flop forward and let your forehead rest against his chest. 

“Yeah,” you agree eventually, still smiling. “Yeah. Really good.” 

“I love you.” 

“I love you too,” you tell him. Your eyes meet when you raise your head again, and the pair of you share a long, warm look. 

Eventually, you roll off him. Pull yourself away, allow him to slide out of you, and settle down beside him on the bed. You’re warm, very warm, but you still reach for your blankets. Pull them up and over the both of you as you stare up around your bedroom, allowing your heart rate to stabilise. 

Shoto reaches for you, hand going to the side of your head so he can press a long kiss to your temple. When he pulls back, he smiles. 

“So… can I call myself your boyfriend now?” 

You shift yourself, rolling onto your side to face him. And you give him a cheeky smile back.

“Still gotta wait until tomorrow.”

One of Shoto’s eyebrows quirks. Then he turns himself around, and pulls away from you for a moment to reach for something on the floor beside your bed. When he comes back, you realise he’s got his phone in his hand. The screen glows, brighter than anything else in the room, and you catch a flash of the time. 

01:16 am

“Technically,” Shoto mumbles, rolling back over to look at you. The corner of his mouth twitches upwards. “Technically, it is tomorrow.’ 

Your own grin grows and then you lean towards him, hand going to the back of his head so you can pull him towards you to kiss him. 

“Then I guess you are my boyfriend,” you mumble out when you pull away, smiling uncontrollably. Shoto smiles back and nuzzles into you. 

“Guess I am.” You feel him let out a long sigh. “It feels good.” 

“It feels good to be your girlfriend,” you tell him in a low voice, before pressing a soft kiss to his shoulder. “Real good.” 

The pair of you stay like that for a moment, basking in each other. Then something catches your eyes over Shoto’s shoulder and you pull away from him. “Shit.” 

“What?” Shoto follows you as you sit up and begin to shuffle off the bed, his eyebrows furrowing in concern. “What’s wrong?” 

“I -” you shake your head as you reach the end of the bed and peer over it, towards the tub that’s still sitting on the bedside table. Your face crumples and your voice comes out in a disappointed, childish whine. 

“My ice cream is all melted!” 

Shoto doesn’t stop laughing for almost five minutes. 

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[oakwave]

Van palmer x reader- tensions rising

Warnings: nothin just a little smooch 16+ babes

Description: enemies to lovers vibes

Words:1200

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Hates a strong word and not something I use for just anybody but I do hate one person and that's Van palmer. Her stupid ginger hair and freckles haunt me in my dreams,not at all attractive! Making cringy movie references every time anyone says literally anything, it's sooo annoying! Not at all interesting or cute! But I deal with it for the good of the team, the only thing more annoying then vans movie references is the constant bickering when your trying to play a game of football. Of course I never start it, Van hates me as much as I hate her, if not more so. Me and Natalie are in the locker rooms getting ready to play when Van and tai start snickering as us before barging into me as they walk past, "bitch" I mumble as she moves away from us. "Why do you two hate each other so much anyway, it kinda came out of no where" Natalie speaks. She's kinda right me and Van used to be friends, not even that long ago before she started acting all mean and better then me, i actually started to like her before all this, I assumed it was because she got friends with tai and I became friends with Nat so she just didn't need me anymore but really I'm not sure. "I don't even know she just hates my guts" I reply sounding slightly sadder then I meant to, i dont really want to let Nat into the labyrinth that is mine and vans relationship. "Yeah I'm sure" the blond speaks back sarcastically, looking at me curiously. " guys come on your late!" Jackie shouts through the locker room, saving me from Nats interrogation.

Everyone gathered round coach listening to him tell us about how practice was gonna run, doing a skirmish (meaning a practice game) so we get put into two groups, unfortunately me and nat got split up and she was on vans team, meanwhile tai was on mine. We all got into position and coach martinez blew the whistle. We'd played for a while when I got the ball I'm on attack so I ran with it getting into the box and getting ready to strike, I pretended to kick the ball one way, leading to van leaping towards that side, before moving  and hitting it in the other side of the net, successfully scoring! Everyone on my team ran towards me and cheered whilst tai rolled her eyes and Nat smiled at me. It was all going great until a certain redhead started screaming about how I'm a "fucking cheat" and cant play soccer. Usually this wouldn't have bothered me but come on she's been bitching all day, I walked over to her before saying "god sore looser much?" To the very angry goalie. She started toward me "oh yeah well at least I'm not the one who cries whenever she gets out on a team without her fuck buddy" she screams, making me confused as Nat and Lottie came between us, coach blowing the whistle loudly to get our attention. "Y/l/N, PALMER GO GET CHANGED YOU'RE DONE FOR THE DAY UNTIL YOU CAN WORK AS A TEAM" he booms.

I sigh before heading towards the locker rooms, Van trailing behind me. When we get through the doors I can't help but ask "what did you mean back there about the fuck buddy thing?" I question directed at the red head sat on the bench. "Oh what you think no one can see what's going on between you and Nat" she spits. "Huh?" I say starting to giggle, does she think there's something going on between me and Nat? "We're just friends, honestly" I say. " and for the record I don't cry when we get put on different teams, I just don't like being put on a team with people who hate me with no backup". She looks up at me, now it's her turn to question " your seriously just friends? And what do you mean people who don't like you, has someone said something?" she starts becoming almost protective. "Yeah you Van, and taissa. You've both been pretty mean to me you know". "Yeah well you haven't exactly been the easiest to deal with either", now I can't really argue with that. " okay fair, what even happened to us, we used to be like best friends" I say, feeling a little sad that the girl whom I not only loved as a friend but I really started to like more then that. " I didn't think you like me anymore and to be fair you did kinda replace me with Nat" "not really you kinda replaced me with tai, and anyway didn't you think Nat and i where dating or even just fucking, can I not be friends with you and someone else, or better yet fuck someone else; that's not even interfering with us or our dynamic" i state laughing a little, did she really think I was replacing her?. She stares at the ground before opening her mouth "y/n" she whispers, "Van" I whisper back smiling at her before realising she's being serious. She stands and come closer to me. "I couldn't be friends and think you where messing around with someone else, I got jealous I'm sorry. I started being mean to you because of it and that wasn't fair." She stops and I start to take everything she just said in "I get it if your mad I should've just told you I liked you or kept my feelings to myself and dealt with them this wasn't on you" she finishes. "Van I-I like you too, I was mean to you in retaliation, I didn't want to like you when you where being all sucky" a smile creeps up on her face, "I was kinda sucky huh", "oh absolutely" I state giggling at her. She comes closer to me and holds my waist, I look up at her, resting my hands on her shoulders. " how about we try this again?" She says smirking, "I'd love that I say"closing the gap between us, her soft lips meeting mine. We walk backwards a bit until my back meets the cold metal of the lockers, making me sigh a bit, our lips never leaving each other. Vans hands start to explore my body, untucking my shirt before making their way up my rib cage and meeting my bra. I tangle my hands in her hair, making her groan. "AND here I was thinking you two hated each other" jackie shouts down the locker room, alerting us of her presence and making us pull apart (reluctantly). I wipe my mouth quickly, Van doing the same, feeling my cheeks burn up. "Coach sent me here to make sure you two hadn't torn each other apart, looks like I got here just in time thought right?" "Okayyy enough" van replies going red herself. "Anyway now you've put aside your differences and seem to finally be 'working as a team'" she states using air quotes, " you can come to the last half an hour" Jackie finishes. "Cooool" I say, secretly wishing me and Van could finish what we started. And begin to follow her to the pitch, Van right behind me, both still red, exchanging a final glance.

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Helllloooooo, this one's a little spicier then the last. Let me know you're thoughts requests are open!!! <3.

Part 2 here

First time publishing on tumblr any tips or recommendations welcome <3

Please don’t copy any of my work as it is my own and it is copyrighted thanks xxx

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[sometimesibewriting]

Ferris Wheel Kiss

✨Summary: You, Uryu, and friends go to the amusement park in Karakura Town for a day of fun. But get separated on the Ferris Wheel, what will happen when you two are alone.

💙Long time no see. I originally intended to drop this one shot in the fall, but life got in the way. Very happy that this fits for winter as well somewhat. Dropping this on the first day of 2024, so HAPPY NEW YEAR. 🥳🥳

❌No warnings, tis the fluffiest of the fluff fics I have ever written.

📃Wordcount: 1398

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52761025

Rukia and Renji had gotten permission to visit the world of the living. Orihime being Orihime thought this was a good excuse to enjoy some end of fall activities—one of her many ideas being to go to an amusement park in Kurakura town.

Despite coming there as a group, you and Uryu walked behind the group you have come with.

"Doesn't it feel...like…” You began.

“Were third wheeling, yes, yes it does." He pushed up his glasses. "What was Chad's excuse for not coming?" You asked. “An emergency at work.”

“What type of emergency does a GYM have?!? You're a medical student even you came!”

"Well in my defense, the semester just ended. Therefore I was free to come." This didn’t do anything to curb your annoyance which Uryu just sighed at. You’ve been in a sour mood ever since everyone split off into their own pairs. Uryu has been trying to knock you out of it since it started but he was failing miserably.

Orihime walked up to the both of you. "We were thinking the next ride would be the Ferris Wheel. Unless you guys want to ride something else? We're open to suggestions." 

"We pretty much rode and played everything. The Ferris wheel is a good way to end the day." You smiled back at her. "I wanted to get hot chocolate at one of the stands. Maybe after." Uryu added.

"That sounds wonderful. I’ll tell the others that you guys like the idea.”  Orihime skipped back happily to the group, you went to follow after her but was stopped by Uryu. Causing you to turn around.  "What now?" You huffed.

“Aren’t you forgetting about something?” He asked nonchalantly. “I have my wallet, and you and the rest of the gang are here so no.” Uryu kept a straight face at your sarcastic remark. "Your fear of heights."

You waved a hand at him. “I’ll be fine.” He gave you a look, a look that said he knew you were lying.

"I don't understand why you don't tell them. Having acrophobia is nothing to be embarrassed about, it's common. Besides you almost passed out on the small roller coaster."

“But I didn't so…” Uryu tried to fight the urge to roll his eyes. “Besides, if I have you with me I’ll be fine.” He hid his face deeper in his scarf as his face warmed. “You cloud also just fake a sickness to get out of riding.” He suggested. 

You thought a moment, “Like I said, I will be fine.” He pushed up his glasses with a sigh. “It’s the easiest way out.” 

“Yes. But then you’ll stay behind with me and then people would think they were, ya know.” He raised an eyebrow at you. “Together.” 

"That's rich coming from someone who has been gossiping all day about the same thing.”

“I was not gossiping, just venting my frustrations on how this will affect our group dynamic going forward.” You put on your most straight face, all while Uryu shook his head. “Even if true, I think all our friendships would be fine…unless someone in the party has unrequired feelings.”

He looked in your direction. “Not me.”  

“Then you have nothing to worry about, let's go.”

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Everyone lined up to get on the Ferris wheel, it was late in the evening the temperature had dipped a little. You had your hands in front of you constantly fidgeting. 

Uryu grabbed your hand causing you to stop, he held your hand in his. “You’ll be fine, your with me remember?”

It was cheesy but it helped your unease. “Four people to each cart." You both turned as Ichigo read the sign aloud. "That's perfect. The girls can ride in one and we boys can ride in the other." Renji elbowed Ichigo in the side. "What was that for pineapple?!?"

"Cause you're not thinking.” Renji pulled Uryu away without warning, his hand slipping out of yours.

Orihime tilted her head as they walked off. "I wonder what they are discussing?" Rukia looked unimpressed. "Probably something stupid."

Renji kept his arms around the boys. "So what we were thinking..." He looked at Uryu. "There is no we." Renji ignored him. “Two girls and two boys in one car, and then one boy and one girl in the other.”

“You pulled us aside just to say that, when it was going that way anyway.” Uryu pushed up his glasses and began walking away. “I’ll take the single cart by the way.”

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You were led on by the staff, taking an inner seat, while sat Uryu in the outer seat. The ride started rocking slightly, you grabbed onto the bar gripping it too tight. Uryu put his hand over yours, the warmth from his gloved hand making you feel instantly better.

The higher the ride got the more anxious you became, trying your best to hide it from Uryu who caught on to it immediately. Soon you guys were halfway to the top. 

Your chest began to heave in and out, and your mind started to spin as it came to a stop again. If it wasn’t for your fear of heights it would have been a site to behold. The park looked gorgeous in the evening light.

It was then you felt something warm on your cheek, it being Uryu’s hand for the second time that night. He turned your face so that you were facing him. “I know it’s obvious, but it’s best not to look down, and if you do try not to think of falling…which I know is hard but….” He trailed off.

“So, the best way to get through this is to only look at you.” Uryu cleared his throat while his checks turned a faint pink. “No-ot necessarily you could look anywhere in the basket. Just not out the window.” He stuttered.

“I think looking at you is better.” You said casually. “Your just gonna stare at me the whole ride?” Uryu shifted awkwardly. “Not in silence though.”

“I doubt that.” He said glancing elsewhere. You looked down searching your brain for something to say, suddenly focusing back on his eyes. Tilting your head slightly, “Yah know, your eyes are pretty.”

All Uryu wanted was to curl up into a ball and disappear when you said that, yet he stayed calm, although his red face and ears told a different story.

“There’s no need to say all that.” He kicked himself for that response. “Is it cause you already know?” You continued the conversation. “I mean…I don’t think about my looks all that much.”

“Mm. That sucks cause your not that bad looking.” He raised an eyebrow, he knew he had looks somewhat. But he never entertained the idea of someone being attracted to him, especially you.

“You find me attractive?” He blurted out and you froze. Did you? He did look handsome in the outfit he came in today. But if you were being honest that was every day, he always knew how to dress so well. It also didn’t help how attentive he was to you in battle and real life. And you weren't lying when you said his eyes were pretty. You always thought that even as a teen. 

You looked back at him, his face red but serious. “Does this mean you're asking me out?” It was the first thing that came to your jumbled up brain. Uryu’s facial expression changed. “I was just asking a general question. I didn't mean for it to come off like that.”

The way not only his expression changed, but the every changing pitch in his voice had you thinking other wise.

“Your such a lair.”

“I don’t see how that was a lie.” He moved his hand from your cheek, the cold hit your cheek feeling unpleasant. “I do find you attractive, happy?” Without any warning you put both hands on each side of his cheeks.

You don't know what came over you. Maybe it was because you two were alone? Maybe it was because of the conversation you were having but you inched closer and closer to his lips, his eyelids slightly closing as you did. It didn’t take long for your lips to find his. Pulling away only after a few seconds.

What you didn’t expect was for Uryu to put his hand behind your neck and pull you in for a longer and deeper kiss. He pulled away after a few seconds leaving you painting, while he was stable. What kind of breath control does he have you wondered.

After a few moments of sitting in silence and staring at each other, the cart started moving as if on cue.

“I wasn't asking you to be fair, but I do wonder if we can we hang out alone more like this.”

"I wouldn't mind." 

That was all you said as the car came to a stop.

#uryuu ishida #uryu ishida #uryu x reader #uryuu x reader #bleach x reader #bleach fanfic #bleach fanfiction #ishida x reader #bleach reader insert #uryuu #uryu #x reader #bleach #fluff #sometimesibewriting uryu

[rozaceous]

the time being had is of ambiguous quality, but we're certainly here

(ttbh for abbreviation purposes)

below the cut is the scene i wrote as gift fic for @vermillioncrown as a spin-off of our collab 'we're here for a good time, not a long time,' which we've hinted around in previous posts. (we were talking abt our beef w kidfic and this happened.) abt 1.7k words

to re-cap, general premise is that allie and korvin got de-aged in their respective universes, have to camp out in canon-verse for a little while as things settle down at home. whfagt events were abt six months prior.

Allie doesn’t think it’s unreasonable that when the very beautiful man who told her to call him Conner attempts to set her down amongst a group of vigilantes that she’s been assured are an alternate universe version of her family—and whom older her has apparently visited before?—she tightens her grip on his t-shirt and her knees around his hip.

The even more (somehow?) beautiful man who is first to approach them makes her hide her face in Conner’s shoulder because he’s so nauseatingly good-looking. Well, it’s a combo of that and people staring at her in general. Is everyone stupidly pretty here?

Someone makes a cooing noise.

“Jason filled us in,” says the Even More Beautiful Man. “This is Allie?”

His voice is all cheerful-gentle and Allie hates it, she does not want this man paying her his undivided attention, it’s mortifying, it’s even worse than when Duke and Jason had had to calm her down from a panic attack a few hours ago and had treated her with kid gloves and looked at her like she was the saddest, wettest kitten out in the rain.

But part of what he says makes her perk up, and she looks around the cave which is apparently called the Batcave because everyone sucks at naming things. “Jason?”

Conner snorts. “The more things change…”

“—I just don’t think it makes sense to leave me in an alternate universe with people I don’t know,” comes a child’s voice, only barely petulant, and Allie’s distracted from her search. “Can’t I be protected at—home? Don’t you have superpowers?”

“Yeah, but you’re extra squishy human right now, Korv,” says a fond-sounding Conner. A Conner who is not her Conner, or at least not the one holding her. It’s a Conner carrying a little boy piggy-back who looks about her age, walking down a set of stairs. Hm. She had gotten flown in through an entrance directly into the cave. It had been really cool.

“And the true dynamic duo is reunited,” mutters another pretty boy, trailing behind. He catches Allie’s eye and smiles.

Allie wants to die. Just how many beautiful people’s company can she be expected to endure?

“Reunited?” Allie redirects her attention. She looks at the little boy who looks back at her with equal discernment, and doesn’t recognize him though the preternatural canniness is viscerally familiar. “We’ve met?”

The Even More Beautiful Man clears his throat. “You and Korvin met the last time you were both in this universe, Allie.” He sounds slightly constipated. Unfortunately, it doesn’t diminish his charm.

“Yeah, and now it’s something something, latent agents of chaos and order, multiversal shenanigans never letting up, achieving balance in the force,” says Korvin’s Conner. “Easiest if you and Allie are in the same place for the time being while the rest of us do clean up. You two even each other out, existentially speaking.”

“That’s a stupid explanation,” Korvin grumbles. He darts another look at Allie, scans the cave.

Anything his Conner might say in response is drowned out by the sound of a motorcycle engine echoing, and Allie’s attention is stolen by the figure on the bike, who, besides Conner, is the only one she recognizes thus far. Though that’s not saying much.

Jason—or this universe’s version of him, and wow this is all getting confusing—eyeballs her once he’s parked and takes his helmet off, hair mussed and a little sweaty. He gives a little wave. “Hey, Allie.”

“Hi,” she replies, and she can feel her cheeks reddening again. She turns away.

“No memories at all?” asks Jason in a tone of confirmation more than interrogation, and she’s not a hundred percent on who he’s talking to, but she decides it’s not her. Besides, he should already know this since her Jason is the one that initiated contact with him about her coming here.

Conner answers. “Nothing past the age she is now.” He rubs his hand on her back.

Time to lean in.

“I’m seven,” she announces in her best ‘I’m baby’ impression.

“Me too,” says Korvin.

“Fascinating,” says the pretty boy. “You had at least a ten year age gap last time.”

“So, this is a situation that is potentially hilarious, and I’d love to stick around for multiple reasons not even to do with the hilarity, but unfortunately there’s a time crunch.” Korvin’s Conner sounds genuinely apologetic.

“Ditto.” Conner is similarly regretful. “Believe me, I want to hang around, and you are wicked cute as a kid—” he directs this part at Allie “—but the universe-saving thing. Kind of pressing.”

“They’ll be safe here,” assures the oldest man in a gruff voice. He’s handsome, but in a dad kind of way where he looks like he needs a nap and a shave. Allie bets he gives really good hugs if you’re able to surprise one out of him.

“Hopefully less mayhem than last time,” says the Even More Beautiful Man with a laugh. “Admittedly not a high bar to clear, though.”

Everyone has been extremely vague about what had happened the last time Allie had universe-hopped, her Jason especially, and he had seemed to know the most. Maybe she’ll get some answers here.

“This is child abandonment, I’m pretty sure,” protests Korvin when his Conner detaches him and sets him down. His Conner winces deeply.

“I’ll be back, Korv,” he promises, crouched down to eye level and more serious than an adult making those kinds of promises to a kid usually is.

“Hm,” is all Korvin says.

“You too, now, Allie,” says her Conner. He’s wearing a reassuring expression. “Back soon.”

She doesn’t put up a fuss this time, though she feels a little silly standing there in the Wonder Woman t-shirt her Jason had given her—older-hers, apparently, and she swims in it even with the hem tied in a knot at her waist—and the jeans and shoes that had been hastily purchased in her home universe.

The two Conners eye each other, and then Korvin’s Conner says, “Good to know I can pull off a nose ring.”

Her Conner scoffs. “I can pull off anything.”

Korvin’s Conner grins. “It's true, I can.”

“See you in a bit, Allie.”

“Real soon, Korv.”

The two of them have some universe-traveling bracelet doohickey and vanish in short order, and Allie looks around the gathered inhabitants of the Batcave—seriously such a stupid name—and then at Korvin, who looks back at her, and, in unspoken agreement, they move closer to each other.

“I think this means we’re best friends now,” she says solemnly.

Korvin nods back with equal solemnity.

The Even More Beautiful Man squats down and smiles at them. “Either of you hungry?”

“Is Steph here?” Allie ignores him and peers around the cave for effect. ”Or Duke?”

“Steph and Duke?” Korvin asks her, also ignoring the Even More Beautiful Man.

“They're nice,” Allie informs him. ”And Steph's really pretty.”

The Even More Beautiful Man makes a noise in the back of his throat, apparently of confusion or dismay, because he quickly clears it and that noise is different. “Steph's wrapping some things up and Duke has class. He'll be back for dinner.”

“Oh.” Allie stops looking around. She still doesn't look at the Even More Beautiful Man; it'd be like looking at the sun if the sun wasn't an indifferent ball of burning gas and instead actively liked you.

“Who are you, anyway?” says Korvin to the Even More Beautiful Man, though Allie notices that he doesn't look at him straight on. Still. Respect.

The Even More Beautiful Man smiles again. “I'm Dick—”

Allie chokes, shares a frantic glance with Korvin.

“That's a bad word,” Korvin accuses instantly.

“I can't say that, I'll get in trouble,” Allie follows up.

“Are you trying to get us in trouble?”

“That's not nice.”

“You shouldn’t try and trick people.”

“I don’t like this.”

Korvin latches onto her hand; she squeezes back. They shuffle even closer to one another.

The pretty boy is clearly biting his cheek in order not to laugh, his face pinking. Dick—and not only is everyone pretty here, the bad names aren’t limited to places, apparently—just stares at them, shell-shocked.

“I—it’s not a bad word, my name is—Dick is short for Richard. It’s a nickname.” He sounds thoroughly lost.

“Sure, Mr Richard,” returns Korvin derisively.

The pretty boy loses it at the same time as Jason bursts into a full-on cackle and Dick’s expression turns to one of horror. Allie, trying not to observe everyone else laughing so that she doesn’t crack, manages instead to make eye contact with the old guy, who gives her the most subdued yet intense smile she’s ever seen, causing her to reflexively smile back.

“His name really is Dick,” the old guy says, subdued-amused. Wow, everything about this guy is subdued, but strictly in a lurking-under-the-surface kinda way. “I’m Bruce. Allie, you’ve met Jason. Korvin, you’ve met Tim. The others will be by eventually and we’ll do further introductions as needed.”

Smart, not offering up information until it’s immediately relevant. Also, paranoid. Allie notices Bruce noticing that she notices, and, judging by the grip on her hand, Korvin notices, too.

“Holy shit, this is great,” Jason wheezes.

“Language,” Tim wheezes back, setting them both off again.

With an air of trying to regain his equilibrium, Dick looks to her and Korvin, jokes, “What, you’re not going to reprimand Jason for using a bad word?”

Korvin scuffs his foot on the concrete, looking down, hand swinging in hers. “Not my business.”

Allie, feeling a little emboldened by the general good humor, interprets: “He’s not trying to make us say anything bad, so it’d be rude to reprimand.” Then, enunciating as clearly as possible, she continues, “And we have fucking manners.”

Even Dick loses the ability to hold it together in the face of such impeccable logic; he snorts loudly, claps a hand over his mouth.

Korvin grins and laughs, then, and Allie grins back.

#folie a deux #whfagt #ttbh #this spawned a lot of other stuff #the og scene if you will #but verm can take it from here lol #but seriously can you imagine looking dick grayson in the eye when he's smiling at you????? i cannot personally