#his excuse is that he's still in the middle of a growth spurt

[axewchao]

A Difficult Topic To Broach

Broach (v): To raise a sensitive or difficult subject for discussion.

In which the Rito and the Hylian have a long overdue talk.

Story's under the readmore! And it's a long one, longest I've probably ever written! Enjoy the wall of text, y'all :'D

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Revali could count on one wing all the times he'd been this nervous.

His first archery competition. His first flight race. The first time another Rito showed romantic interest in him. That time he challenged his endurance by flying nonstop for several hours, followed by him crash-landing on Satori Mountain and meeting the mountain's Lord face-to-face, ending with him shrieking in pure terror as he ran away.

But this… this was something else entirely. It wasn't his pride nor his life on the line, merely his heart.

It had been several weeks since he retrieved that accursed mask from the aforementioned mountain. Several weeks of replaying everything in his head, searching for any signs of deceit or truth, and giving himself a headache from his indecisiveness. Several weeks of lying awake at night with the mask in his arms, refusing to admit that he wished the mask's owner was there with him, to have those long-winded talks he'd grown so fond of.

Several weeks of avoiding the Hylian that caused all this, either hiding out of reach on Medoh or staying out of sight as much as possible when grounded by the other Champions as a group. Daruk and Mipha ended up having Revali as both backup and a sparring partner more often, not that either of them showed any complaints. If anything, Daruk in particular was overjoyed, assuming that their normally standoffish Rito ally was finally coming out of his shell. Rather than deny it, Revali for once held his tongue, letting the loud Goron think whatever he pleased.

The proud back "pats" he could do without, though.

And Urbosa? Revali never liked it when she tried lecturing him, or gave him that look that said 'I can read you like a book.' But it seemed as though this time she was just as in dark as everyone else, only commenting on Revali's shift in behavior a few times before moving on to more important matters, like the Princess' wellbeing, along with her knight's.

Speaking of that little knight…

Revali's rage over "the incident" had mostly died down, enough for him to stomach seeing the Hylian or hearing the other man's name without sneering. The knight in question didn't seem to make any effort to seek Revali out as far as he could tell, though whether it was because of guilt or indifference remained unclear. Revali's first instinct was to assume the latter; that the other boy was back to being his unemotive, uncaring, placid-faced self after his little stunt.

But those dark circles under his eyes, the signs of neglect in his hair, his ears somehow drooping even more than they already do, the overall faded complexion he'd displayed since that fateful night…

No one would take an act that far… would they?

If he truly wished to “toy” with you as you say, would he have bothered to reveal his true self at all?

That was the question Medoh probed Revali with, one he couldn't answer. Because truthfully, he was afraid.

Afraid that everything he assumed was right. That the perfect Rito, the perfect person he was able to form a meaningful connection with, was nothing more than a wicked, heartless lie.

Just this once, he wanted to be wrong.

~~~

Asking the Hylian to meet him alone was not easy.

Something always got in the way. A new monster to fight, a Yiga ambush, the knight just not being left alone for even one damn minute. For all of Zelda's efforts to get away from her appointed knight, he always found a way to keep her in his line of sight. And when she wasn't around, someone else was. From Mipha healing his wounds, to Urbosa dragging him off for sparring or lectures or Medli knows what else, to Daruk challenging his "brother" to random tests of strength. All in an effort to "get the little guy out of his funk!" in the big lug's own words.

Regardless of his "funk" being real or not, Revali had to give the Hylian credit where it was due; enduring such a complete lack of personal space for weeks on end wasn't something just anyone could do. Not without snapping, anyway. Revali would've undoubtedly started pecking at someone or plucking his own feathers by now if he were in the Hylian's talons. Er, shoes.

Was this the reason why he only appeared as a Rito at night, then? Because that was the only free time he actually had? And he chose to spend it with—

Revali forced the faint traces of hope in his heart back down. It was too soon for things like that. That was another thing Medoh told him: to not take his first guess and run with it. The ancient bird really was trying to act like a mentor of sorts, turning this into one giant "lesson" for Revali to learn.

The timing could've been better on her end. Maybe when Revali's ability to trust others wasn't in danger, perhaps? Just throwing it out there.

Now, with all these obstacles in place, simply waiting until nightfall was obviously the correct option, right? Oh, how he wished.

Even on the nights where he wasn't too tired to think clearly, all it would take is one glance at the Hylian and Revali's nerves would fly right out the window. He gave himself excuse after excuse; it's too soon, I don't know what to say, the others will hear us, he'll humiliate me. But the topic needed to be broached, whether Revali liked it or not.

It was either that or suffer in silence forever.

So with a heavy wing and pounding heart, he reached out and grabbed the Hylian's shoulder, stopping both of them from following everyone to the Highland Stable. He ignored the way the other man nearly flinched as he leaned in from behind, his beak barely brushing against a silver-pierced ear.

"We need to talk." He whispered urgently, "Meet me in Faron Woods. Tonight."

The burgundy-haired boy hesitated before nodding, not even turning to meet Revali's eyes. In a way, Revali was grateful; he felt like he would've cracked under the stress if he had to look at those darkened purple irises again. He pulled his wing away as though he'd been burned and continued onward, leaving the knight behind.

He kept walking, even passing the princess and other Champions, eyes firmly locked on his own talons.

He didn't look back, not even when several voices called his name in concern.

~~~

Night had come much sooner than Revali would've wanted.

The sky was clear, both the stars and rising moon were in perfect view, so Revali had no need to worry about getting lost in the dark due to his damned lack of night vision. Under any other circumstance, the moonlight streaking through the trees would've been a lovely sight, but it currently failed to ease his racing mind.

As he walked (he didn't run, shut up) across Fural Plain towards the woods, Revali made the choice to wait by the entrance instead of going inside. This way, he could keep an eye out for when the man in question showed up. The last thing he wanted was to be left sitting in the woods alone like some fool.

He already made a fool of me once, no reason to let him dig the knife in.

Enough of that, Revali.

Revali nearly set off his gale in a panic. Medoh?! Gods, I told you to stop scaring me like that!!

My apologies. But my point still stands, you must stop that nonsense.

What are you talking about?

Clinging to your assumptions. You are doing it again. Medoh paused, as if sighing. And you were doing so well earlier…

Revali scoffed. I don't recall asking for your approval.

Perhaps you did not, but I will express it anyway. Medoh wasn't capable of chuckling, but Revali could practically hear it regardless. You were indeed doing well before. And it is clear that you are trying to do well now. I am glad to see that you took my words to heart.

Revali growled under his breath as he smoothed down his feathers. …Thanks.

Hm? I detect a note of… what was it again… sarcasm? Are you being sarcastic with me?

Don't give me that, you know what sarcasm is, Medoh.

Yes, yes, I am well aware. I was simply trying to calm you down with our usual banter. Medoh's tone suddenly turned to faint concern. Your mind is filled with troubled thoughts…

Revali didn't reply, his crest drooping as he looked down. He leaned against a tree and hugged himself, despite there being no chill in the air.

Are you alright?

Alright? Revali's eyes burned, How could I possibly be alright? My heart could be shattered to pieces by sunrise. How do you expect me to feel?

So you decided to confront him after all?

Aren't you literally in my head all the time?

Medoh paused again before answering, her tone switching back to that of a consultant. Revali… I understand that you are fearing the worst. But I believe that you are… how to put it… overprepared.

Revali raised a brow. What?

You have made yourself aware of the worst possible outcome. Which is, again, understandable. But in the process, you are convincing yourself that the worst result is the only one you will get. Have you forgotten what I said before?

Revali sighed. No… I haven't. But what if…

…Yes?

What if… Revali gulped, his heart picking up speed once more. What if he really is sorry? What then?

Medoh made a confused trill. I do not understand your question.

If he really was just using me, at least then I know what I'll do; hate him for all eternity, never forgive him, and never give him the time of day again. But… If he wasn't, then… Revali trailed off, reluctant to finish the thought.

I do not have the answer to that. What happens next between the two of you is for you both to decide.

Yeah… Revali sighed, I figured you wouldn't. He looked up, gazing toward the distant stable. I know he agreed to come, but…

I am not nearby, so I cannot see him. Nor can I currently see him through your eyes. But the night is young, and you left rather early.

That much was true. Revali had opted to leave for the forest as soon as he'd finished eating that evening. Everyone (minus Mipha and Daruk, who ate their own fill of fish and rocks respectively) had carrot soup this time, but sadly they weren't the godly Kakariko carrots, so he couldn't distract himself with a delicious meal. All he could do was eat quietly while the others talked, and steal glances at the Hylian when no one else was watching.

He has a name, you know.

Oh, shut it.

Yet another preparation, perhaps? Teaching yourself to stop addressing him by name in case the worst comes to pass?

Revali felt himself flush under his feathers, mostly out of anger than embarrassment over the beast's correct guess. Shut up!

You are better off waiting until after your suspicions are confirmed or denied before you try something like this. You have been refusing to call him by name for weeks now.

If he really is as cruel as any other Hylian, then I don't even want to think about his name, let alone utter it. Is that a crime now?

It is if you are doing it before you talk to him. Must you be so dramatic?

It's not dramatic! If he saw no reason to treat me with respect then I don't—

Honestly, Revali… Medoh cut him off, It would not kill you to hold off on your judgement a moment longer. Now be still and hold your tongue. Revali's vision suddenly gained a faint blue hue. The Divine Beast was using his eyes.

The stable. Look again.

Revali did as he was told, but wasn't sure what he was looking for. The blue of Medoh's presence made everything blend together. …What? What is it?

…He is coming. It would seem that much like you, he has no intentions of wasting time.

Wait, what-?! Revali's feathers puffed in alarm. He shook his head and blinked several times, willing Medoh's vision away. Sure enough, there he was, walking down the path towards the now-panicking Rito. His head was down, so Revali couldn't see his face, just locks of burgundy that were much duller than they should've been, even under moonlight.

His time was running out.

No no no no no, not now! Revali hid behind a tree, hoping his feathers would blend in with the foliage. How long has he-? I don't even know what I'll-! He grabbed at his frazzled crest, Medoh, help me out here!! What do I do-?!

As I said before, what happens next depends on you. Both of you, and no one else. I refuse to interfere.

You couldn't give me a better warning, at least-?! Revali mentally yelled as he frantically smoothed down his feathers.

Calm yourself. Be patient and listen to his defense. Once all has been said, then you may pass your judgement. And not a moment sooner. Do you understand?

I… I…

Do you understand, Revali?

Revali's eyes started to burn, and he shut them tight. After a moment's hesitation, he finally relented. …Yes. I understand.

Good. I will leave you to settle this mess. Do not do anything rash, and do not act as though woe is all that betides you.

Was Medoh really about to just leave him to fend for himself here?? Sure, he never asked for Medoh's assistance in this matter, or any matter at all before, but him not asking never stopped her from meddling anyway!

I wish you the best of luck, my Champion. And with that, Medoh's presence was gone.

Of all the times to leave him alone… why now? It felt like Medoh had just thrown him to the wolves. Damned beast!!

All Revali could do was curl his hands into fists as he tried to force himself to calm down. Keep a straight face. Don't let the Hylian know that his will was unsteady. He had to be firm and direct, like always. He could do this. He had to do this. He—

…was cut off by the sound of someone gasping under their breath.

Oh dear Zephos and Cyclos, he couldn't do this.

Revali looked over his shoulder, and there he was, just a couple feet away.

He felt a brief chill as he stared into those pupilless purple eyes. Eyes that once shone with a light pink glow, eyes that once made him feel a number of different things. They were still rimmed with dark circles, implying that the Hylian either became a night owl from doing gods know what after dark, or he simply wasn't sleeping well.

Revali was afraid to find out the answer. But he already knew that through the conversation they were about to have, he'd get that answer anyway.

At Revali's lack of a reply, the Hylian ducked his head again, looking down at the ground. He raised it back up when Revali cleared his throat.

"Well, it's… good to know that you're punctual." Gods, even that was hard to say. He turned his back, waving the other over with a wing. "Follow me."

He heard footsteps following behind him, and that was enough for now.

~~~

Faron Woods was bigger than it looked on a map.

And in a way, that was a good thing. It meant that when Revali found a decent spot to sit, the view was lovely without looking too cramped or foreboding. The trees overhead provided cover, but still let streaks of blue light through, making even the leaves resemble sapphires. It was a scene worth painting, or taking a picture with the Sheikah Slate.

If things went well, Revali could look back on this clearing fondly. But if they didn't…

His feathers ruffled at the idea. Ignoring the urge to smooth them back down again, he glanced over at the Hy-

You are better off waiting until after your suspicions are confirmed or denied before you try something like this.

…at Dalex, who quickly turned away from him. Even under the shade of the trees, Revali could still see how disheveled he was. He was almost tempted to call this little meeting off and send Dalex back to the stable to rest. But it was too late to turn back; they were already here, and if Revali forced himself to delay this once more, he doubted he'd ever be able to fully shake off the shame.

Revali is many things, but a coward is not, nor shall it ever be, one of them.

He crossed his arms and braced himself. "You… you know exactly why I asked you to come here. Don't you." It was a statement, not a question.

Dalex's ears twitched as he nodded. His silence didn't sit well with Revali.

"You can't nod your way out of this. You and I both know that you can talk." If he looked away as soon as Dalex flinched, then it didn't happen, right?

Be patient. Do not do anything rash.

Revali sighed, "For the last few weeks, I've… been thinking about what I'd say to you. About… that." He couldn't hide the anger in his voice, only lower it. "I thought I'd have everything worked out, like I always do. But… I don't."

Dalex said nothing, the only indication that he was still listening being the twitching of his ears.

"You…" He crossed his arms, "We both know what you did. I don't see any need to waste time pointing it all out." And if he did so, he'd either crack or succumb to rage, and he wasn't about to do either.

Yet again, Dalex said nothing, but his ears drooped impossibly lower.

"There… ever since you… 'revealed' yourself to me, there've been nothing but questions running through my head. So many questions. And every time I thought about asking you, I just…" He squeezed his arms, willing his feathers not to ruffle. Now was not the time for that.

At the third lack of a reply, Revali felt his patience wane. They'll be sitting here til dawn at this rate.

"I'd like you to look me in the eye when I'm speaking to you, Sta-… Dalex." His crest lowered at the near slip-up.

He felt a wave of regret when Dalex finally did look at him. A light breeze had tousled the bangs that normally covered half of Dalex's face, revealing the right side that was hidden from everyone despite looking just as normal as the left.

He looks so exhausted…

If Revali was wrong in the end, that sight wouldn't be leaving his memories any time soon.

"I suppose I will just say it, then…" His beak hung open, piles of questions forming in his throat as though they were at war over which one could come out first. In the end, he settled on the one that was there the longest:

"Why did you pretend to be the Sta-… him?"

Dalex blinked, clearly expecting something else. For Revali to yell again, perhaps? Like he did that night? Part of him wanted to. But just asking that one question took all the anger out of him, leaving nothing but hollow longing.

You were at your happiest when you were with him. If the way he acted as the Starling had any hint of truth, then I want you to be able to see that.

Revali didn't need night vision to see the hints of reluctance in Dalex's eyes. "I won't yell, or scream, or cut you off, none of that. I want to hear what you have to say."

Listen to his defense. Once all has been said, then you may pass your judgement. And not a moment sooner.

He saw Dalex's mouth twitch, and he bowed his head. "…Please."

He heard Dalex take a deep breath, and then…

"I… I just wanted a break."

Revali raised his head, confused. A… break? "From what?"

"Everything." Dalex's shoulders fell, and his breath hitched. "I've been training to be the Legendary Hero for so long… I couldn't do anything but train, no one would allow me to do anything else. Not when Ganon could show up at any time and destroy everything. I had to follow Her Highness everywhere she went, even if she hated my guts and wanted nothing to do with me. I have to listen to other knights acting like jealous little pricks because I got the Master Sword and they didn't."

Revali winced at that last statement, but thankfully Dalex had already covered his face with his hand.

"Everyone looks at me like I'm either a god amongst men that will save them all or the bane of their existence, and I just-" He stopped, his whole body shuddering. "…Do you remember what I said at Warbler's Nest?"

He most certainly did. How could he forget?

"My life had barely gotten started and I already had to give it up. I couldn't say no; my-… what I had to do, what I still have to do is too important. Is… is it wrong if I'm upset about it…?"

Revali told him otherwise that night… He held the Sta- Dalex's wing in his own and told him that it wasn't fair.

"If I were in your wings, I’d be completely furious.”

"All this time, I never got the chance to do anything unless I had a reason, a damn good one at that. If it wasn't necessary for my role as the Hero, then I couldn't do it. I wasn't… I'm not supposed to be anything but the Hero."

Were… were Revali's ears tricking him or did he just hear a sniffle?

"I… have to be the Hero. I can't be anything else. Not until Ganon's gone. But I…" He pushed his bangs away, eyes now shining with unshed tears. "I was just so tired."

You look like you're still tired. Revali thought to himself. "That's why you used the mask?"

Dalex rubbed his eyes, nodding. "I didn't- I wasn't trying to… to quit, or anything, I'd never do that. I just, I just wanted to get away from it, for a little while."

"But… surely you've heard about those things before. Many have claimed that they'll curse those foolish enough to wear them." Revali personally didn't believe in such things, but he heard it through the grapevine plenty of times, especially near the end of autumn.

"Yeah… I know. That's what I said to the guy that gave me the mask in the first place." A tear fell before he could stop it, and Revali felt a chill run down his spine at the hero's admission. "But… but that first night, I just kept thinking about everything. About my duty, about Her Highness, about Ganon, about y-…"

About… me? Revali's heart fluttered, and he couldn't fathom why.

"I couldn't… I couldn't handle it anymore. I put it on, turned into- into him, and…"

"…Bumped into me." Revali finished. He remembered that night clearly as well. He never thought a Rito could be so clumsy, crashing into him just as he reached his favorite landing. That could've been the only time they ever interacted, but… "…Why spend your 'break' with me, then?"

Dalex made a choked noise, like he was holding back a sob.

"We both know that I've made my… opinions on your status as the Hero very clear. By all means, you should've wanted to avoid me as much as the princess avoids you. Yet you sought out my company above anyone else's."

"I-I wasn't- I mean, I didn't-" Dalex stammered, rubbing his eyes. "I just thought… I thought that things would be different. If I didn't have that damn sword."

Revali tilted his head. "Different?"

Dalex suddenly glared, the tear streaks somehow making his expression even more intense. "Everything I said to you as… as him. Think about what those things were."

Revali was struck silent as memories rushed to the front of his mind, one after another.

"Revali, that was incredible! How're you able to hit so many bullseyes from so far away?!"

"I never thought your bow would have so much weight to it… you're stronger than you look!"

"You're really lucky you get to see your mom all the time… I can't wait to see mine again."

"You know, I was wondering… You've picked up a lot of blacksmithing know-how from your mom. More than I've ever heard, at least. What made you turn to archery, anyway?"

"Ugh, how can you stand carrots? They're awful! Wha- EWWW! Keep them away from me, you- you featherbrain!"

"I never thought there'd be so many uses for your feathers… You guys are like, masters at repurposing."

"Fly across the Gerudo Desert, huh… I never thought about what lay beyond all that sand… but if your dad came from somewhere out there, then yeah, there's gotta be something! It's not like Hyrule is the only place with life in it, after all!"

"Maybe the other Champions were blessed. That's all well and good, but… I have to agree with you, nothing can beat hard work to get where you need to be. And your Gale is… It's more than just a skill. It's literally the start of a whole new legacy for all the Rito."

And one memory in particular stood out amongst all the others:

"To be honest, Revali… I can't remember the last time I talked to someone about anything other than my-… my journey. How important it is, how 'honorable' and 'noble' it is… I'm sick of hearing that. I just want to talk about literally anything else, and… I can, with you. It… It's nice, is what I'm saying."

Dalex, the Legendary Hero, the Hylian Champion, the mightiest knight in all of Hyrule… had said those words right to Revali's face.

"Would you have believed me if I said them the way I am now?" At Revali's silence, Dalex chuckled. "Thought so… You know, hearing you actually have a problem with me being the Hero… it was refreshing, in a way."

"Wh-Refreshing?" Revali was taken aback, "I fail to see how-"

"You didn't like that I had the sword, yeah. But… you weren't a complete ass about it. You at least offered to let me prove myself to you a few times instead of moaning and groaning nonstop." Like that time he suggested they battle on Medoh's back, followed by him bailing from Dalex's lack of a response. Not one of Revali's better moments…

"And… I've seen the way you act when, uh, 'off duty,' I guess. 'Specially around kids. It's sweet."

Revali's feathers ruffled at the compliment. It was true, he'd been known to dote on the children back in Rito Village; offering archery lessons, cooking large meals to feed them in groups, telling stories of his battles against the more powerful monsters, and so on. He'd caught Dalex listening in only once, but that was apparently enough.

"But… whenever you spoke to me, it always came back to my title. That stupid sword. And I just…" Dalex sighed, rubbing his arm. "I thought that… maybe if I didn't have it, then I'd actually get to talk to you. I'd been wanting to, anyway…"

"Have you now…?" Something about that statement made Revali's heart beat just a little faster.

"And I did. And it was… probably some of, if not the best nights I've ever had in my life. I could finally be… me. I actually remembered how to do that, even after a decade of being the Hero." Dalex's smile fell as soon as it came. "But as time went by, and I got to know you more, I…"

"…You what?"

"I started to realize it- it still wasn't-" Dalex pinched his brow, struggling to find his words. "It still wasn't me. Not in your eyes. Could I really count as your friend when you didn't even know who I really was?" He stopped to sniffle before continuing, "That's… that's why I…"

"…You took off the mask in front of me." Revali finished for him.

Dalex nodded, crossing his arms. "You… you deserve a real friend. Someone that can actually speak to you without needing to hide behind a mask the whole time. When I realized what I was doing, I… I had to stop it. I was being selfish and I was hurting you and…" He stopped to take a breath, then raised his eyes to meet Revali's. "And I'm so sorry."

Had… Had Dalex ever apologized for this before? Revali couldn't remember; most of that night became a blur due to his heartbreak and rage. He wouldn't be surprised if his outburst prevented Dalex from doing just that.

Hearing it now, though… it felt real. Revali wanted it to be real, so badly.

"You… you don't have to worry about me using it anymore. The mask, I mean. I threw it away." Dalex briefly looked away to growl under his breath, "Whoever finds it can have it, for all I care…"

Now the former, Revali remembered hearing Dalex say, before Revali silenced him with a gale as he fled. And thanks to a little (er, big) birdy, Revali had undeniable proof that Dalex had completely abandoned the mask. It took a fair bit of strength to not admit that he knew already, and that said mask was now hidden away in his own home.

As for what Revali could say… was there anything? Dalex had said his piece, so…

Listen to his defense. Once all has been said, then you may pass your judgement.

"…I would say that I knew what to think about all of this… but frankly, I don't." He ran a wing through his crest, "If I hadn't blown up at you when I did, then maybe you would've said all this already. Maybe we'd already know where to go from here. Or have an idea, at least…"

Dalex fell silent once more, ears twitching at his words.

I can't believe I'm actually saying this, but… Medoh was right. I was too prepared. Now I don't know what to do.

"I… don't know if I forgive you yet. Or even at all." He didn't see Dalex wince. He didn't. "But… It doesn't seem like you're lying, at least."

He did see the stunned look cross Dalex's face. Once again, it looked as though he was expecting Revali to say something else. An accusation, perhaps? A blatant disregard of his reasons behind everything that's happened between them?

When Revali thought about it, Dalex hadn't so much as tried to beg or fish for forgiveness in the entire conversation… Was he preparing for the worst too? If he was, then that would mean he…

The possibility is there. You know this. That he truly felt remorse for hurting you so.

Revali rubbed his temples as he felt a headache come on. The constant mental back-and-forths haven't been doing him any favors these past few weeks. He was so tired…

"Are… are you alright?" Revali heard the concern in Dalex's voice, and waved it off with a wing.

"I'm fine." Without giving Dalex a chance to reply, he started to stand. "…We should head back."

It was an abrupt end, Revali knew this. And he was pretty sure that they'd have to talk about this a bit more before Revali could make a decision. But again, he was tired. This whole conversation was probably the most exhausting thing he'd experienced in weeks, and all he'd mostly done was sit and listen. At this point, he just wanted to curl up in a cheap stable bed and sleep.

He was so tired, in fact, that he didn't even think twice about offering his wing to Dalex, who took it without uttering another word. Nothing was said when he gave that smaller hand a mild squeeze, and nothing was said when he held onto it, only letting go once they exited Faron Woods.

It wasn't the wing Revali held at Warbler's Nest all those nights ago. Not even close.

But… it still felt the same.

#botw #loz botw #Revali #botw revali #Rito #Rito Mask AU #Dalex Rathmore #Hylian!Dal #started making the bg first this time because I knew it would give me a headache #but i like how it turned out ;w; #ALSO- regarding their height difference or lack thereof- #I don't know Rev's canon height (if he even has one) #but one place suggested he's like 5'8 #and Dal's height (as a Hylian/Human/etc) is usually 5'10 #HA EVEN THE HYLIAN CHAMPION'S TALLER THAN HIM #his excuse is that he's still in the middle of a growth spurt #and that he's still taller if you include his crest #Ten days. TEN DAYS. that's how long it took me to write all this #I'm just as tired as Rev :'D #axewchaoscribbles

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Green first aid kit - Billy Hargrove x plus size reader

Summary: Back at school you find Billy worse for wear.

Trigger warning: This part does mention Billy's abuse and him having an injury from a fight, the fight isn't described or shown though.

Comments and reblogs are much appreciated and help more people read my works.

Part one - Part two - Part three

Come Monday morning Billy Hargrove wasn’t at first period History sitting near you passing notes, neither was he hanging around before class waiting for you with a big grin, nor was he slipping in after the teacher had left so he can talk to you, he was nowhere to be found at all.

Deep down you wished for him to be hiding near your locker in between the small nook where a fire extinguisher and fire alarm sits, him dressed in his denim jacket, his hair fluffy and curled. He would come up with a reason why he wasn’t there, something along the lines of hating your history teacher with all his heart or sleeping in late and missing most of the lesson. But no, when you rushed over to your locker he wasn’t there, he wasn’t anywhere.

He wasn’t in for the whole day, you knew for sure for you overheard a cheerleader bitching about it like she was entitled to flirt with Billy, like he was expected to come to school every day to flirt with only her.

To think you wore a nice peach sun dress to school just so maybe he’d see you and call you princess again.

So the next day you’re uncharacteristically angsty, every second your eyes flicking to the clock above the chalk board then to the nearest door wondering if he’d walk in all smirks and no apologies. Normally you love second period English Literature but you're too fidgety to listen in to your teacher talk about Shakespeare and sonnets, the Tuesday morning classes dragging on too long.

You are leaned into the small desks more than normal, the wood of the table pressing into your stomach more, your mind stuck on Billy fucking Hargrove’s face and not on the bold writing on the board that states you have homework due in next week.

Truly you would be lying to yourself if you said last night you didn’t have a dream of Billy, that the dream felt so real that you worried somehow it was and that something terrible had happened whilst you were sleeping. It’s stupid and frankly untrue having such a vivid dream about waking up at the bottom of a swimming pool only to be saved by Billy, the sky a dark purple, the grass coloured like burnt ash and Billy looking like the living dead could never be true.

Well you hope it never does.

If you were one of those zodiac sign, gem stone collector, ‘what time where you born?’ women then maybe you could deduce a meaning from the dream but really you’re too tired and too on edge to think up one.

Maybe you’ll ask a stoner friend about the dream’s meaning, minus mentioning Billy, then maybe you can get some answers about it.

Lunch time comes along and you feel too sick to eat any cafeteria food, so with a brief ‘goodbye’ to your small group of friends paired with a weak excuse to ditch gossip time you hurry out the double doors of the cafeteria, down the many hallways and out the nearest exit only your purse in your pockets.

Technically it’s still summer but the impending autumn winds are slowly coming in, a warm gust of air jostling your baggy jeans, bits of white thread from the rips at your knees and on the inside of your thigh blowing upwards, the sleeves to your t-shirt whipping around your chubby upper arms. Really your outfit today is the bare minimum, you’re trying to look like you’re not having a bad day, a stark opposite to yesterday’s dressed up outfit. The thigh hole in your ancient jeans are from years chub rub and the holes in the knees from before you hit puberty, younger you having to buy bigger sized jeans from the adult section thus tripping over the bottoms of them every five minutes for you were a middle schooler who hadn’t had a growth spurt yet.

The joys of being plus size am I right…

For a moment you wonder if you can sneak out and find the nearest shop to get a snack, you’re used to walking long walks in short amount of time, most days you do that because you don’t own a car. You could really go for some overly sugary candy from a gas station or a pre-packaged baguette (which you’d only eat half of, the rest of it getting crammed into your locker for later on), anything other than the grey school lunch burgers with watery ketchup or stale vending machine crisps that coast too much.

Like always there’s a decision to be made; walk to the nearest shop most certainly being late for maths after lunch or just take a breather outside on an empty stomach, not being late for the next class.

Whilst some would call you a goody two shoes for always being in all your classes, the overwhelming feeling of dread, that feeling of hunger mixed with the sickness that comes with not wanting to walk back into the school building until you feel better takes over you. Everyone gets it one way or another, the people who are too worried about attendance tend to stay in the classrooms until they explode and break down while others frequently skive off school opting to smoking weed and kiss girls to chill out. You’re of sound mind and sound idea that calming down before heading back inside is the best course of action, maybe even touching some grass will get you mind off Billy Hargrove and maybe quell the gargling nervousness in your stomach.

But then again you need to eat, that and you fucking hate maths.

So it’s decided that you’re going to the shops, the walk and food will make you feel better in no time!

Scuffed shoes pick up gravel as you walk across to the car park, a hand digging into a pocket to make sure your purse is securely in place. You’re in no rush however you do dodge around the many parked cars in a certain way to make sure no teachers see you sneaking away, not that they’d really care all that much but there’s always that one teacher who likes to snitch on students.

You walk pass familiar cars of classmates, narrowly avoiding eye contact with a band kid you know inside his car trying to make moves on his girlfriend. You clamber up and onto the grass nearing an exit to the school, hands in your pockets and eyes looking out for moving cars.

The sun shines on the exit like a place maker in a video game, so you speed up your steps to get out as fast as you can not wanting to explain to any faculty why you’re sneaking out but then you see it.

Parked underneath some over grown trees, shielded by chunky pickup trucks and station wagons borrowed from parents is a car so familiar that it makes you stop mid step. The grey 79 Camaro sits dormant and shaded, from where you stand you can see the driver’s sun visor flipped down and the car is completely turned off, the engine not revving or spluttering.

Now the right thing to do is just to carry on your walk not going over there to see if it’s actually Billy’s 79 Camaro and not somehow another Camaro some jock copying Billy has bought to seem cool but you’ve been worrying about the ‘king’ of the school for the last two days so you shift your step and head over to the low down car.

*Tap* *Tap* Tap*

You lean over somewhat, the bumper of the car pressing into your legs as you tap the wind shield of the car, a very asleep Billy Hargrove in the front seat. His denim jacket covers his face from beams of sunlight that cut through the trees through the front window, his hands balanced on his toned stomached, fingers knitted together.

You shimmy around to the driver’s side squishing in between his Camaro and the truck next to it tapping on the side window.

“Billy.” you call quietly not wanting to blow your cover to anyone else sitting in their car. You look around before banging the window some more, your knuckles hurting just a bit as you knock on the thick glass.

“Billy!” whisper shouting isn’t doing it, “BILLY!”

Your voice turns stern but almost needy, the fear in your head that someone might catch you and drag you away ever present as you bend down slightly so you’re at eye level with the sleeping man. Your body presses against the other car, your face turning sour as you stop knocking.

Stepping out from the cars, still close but no longer trying to wake up Billy, you debate whether or not you should leave a note or something like him.

You frown at the idea, firstly because you only have a purse on you but also because what would you write to him if you did have a piece of paper and a pen?

“Hey, you missed history – (y/n).” no, he never promised that he would be there, you just assumed he would be.

“Sleepy head see you at the pool. – (y/n).” no, no, no. You don’t want to seem weird, you don’t want him to think that you’re planning on going back to the pool on the weekend just for him. Anyway you have work this weekend so it’s not like you could go either way.

Maybe you could just leave you home phone…. Fucking hell no, that’s the worst idea you’ve had yet.

Really when you saw Billy’s car you didn’t go other there to flirt, really you’re just worried. Whilst your interactions with the Cali man have been all positive as of late you’ve heard things, you’ve seen the things his so called ‘friends’ do, you’ve seen his dad around town and you keep clear of him.

The family members you live with have told you about Neil Hargrove and well you do not like the sound of him one bit.

You hover around still wondering what to do before spinning around and walking away from the car, your plan to get food foiled, the frown on your face now permanent for you know you’ve wasted enough time banging on the car window that you can’t go to the shop without missing maths.

“Fuck!” you mutter, your eyes going back to the Camaro.

Now sat up, jacket off his face, his eye wide and staring right back at you, Billy Hargrove looks out of place, no thoughts in his head, not like the normal smirking flirt you’ve come to know. You raise a hand to give him a little wave which snaps him out of his momentary mind blank. He lifts a hand up back which prompts you to walk back over.

“Roll the widow down.” you say with a little hand gesture once you get to the car.

He does so.

There staring up at you with the eyes of a scared child, his baby blues so watery and wide that they look like the sad sea, his left eyelid a deep purple bruise.

His left eye must have been swollen shut at one point for his eyelid is still a bit droopy.

“Billy…”

You don’t intend your voice to be so wobbly when you say his name, your own (e/c) eyes watering up but your voice wavers and your eyes fill with salty water.

“I’m fine princess.” he barely gets out, “Just lost a fight Sunday night, that’s all.”

Fuck. You don’t want him calling you princess when he’s so sad. You selfishly want him calling you princess when his eyes are filled with mischief or even lust, not when he’s about to burst into tears.

He must think you’re pitying him for he looks away his forehead hitting the top of the steering wheel.

“Billy-“ his eyes flicker to yours, his curly blonde hair half covering the side of his face, “- I was going to walk to the shops but-“

You try to think of how to say your next words without sounding like you’re demanding a free lift from the obviously dejected man in front of you.

“-Do you want to come with me? I, well, we can share some food.”

He nods his head ‘yes’.

You don’t have a lot of money, that is clear, but today you have enough loose coins and crunched up dollar notes to pay for the things you need.

You enter the small out the way shop, the bell above the door stuck and not ringing. The shop used to be a petrol station before the chain company that owned it went bankrupt, now it’s just a shop with the worst painted parking lines you’ve ever seen.

The man behind the till tilts his head up from his newspaper, his puffy eyes staring you down as you shuffle past a rack of crisps into an aisle filled with cupboard food. The metal shelves that tower above you are packed with every kind of dry food you’d ever need. Your eyes flicker from boxed yellow pastas to dusty lidded jars of red unnamed sauces. You move along, wallet tightly in your hands as you walk down the aisle to the very back of the shop where the wall to ceiling freezers and fridges sit. For a moment you look in the freezer a frozen mac n’ cheese catching your eyes.

Whilst the family you live with do cook the odd meal for you most of the time they’re out the house so you have to cook for yourself and well, the fridge-freezer at home is very much empty at the moment. There is probably some stuff in the cupboards but normally you don’t bother with that food for the last time you ate some cupboard food (some half stale frosted flakes) you were yelled at.

It would be nice to have a warm meal tonight, even if it’s a microwave meal, but you have to go back to school and having a frozen ready meal in your bag does not sound like a good idea.  You cringe at the thought of the flimsy plastic getting pierced by a rouge pencil and spilling throughout your bag.

Ew, no thank you!

Instead you walk over to the fridges filled with soft drinks.

Up close you can tell the fridges aren’t actually on, the little orange filament lights off and the drinks bone dry. It doesn’t bother you that much, you’re only planning on getting some drinks and not a whole meal of probably gone off food. Anyway, from working at shop yourself you’ve seen much worse things, you just glad that there isn’t any fuzzy mould on the bottle caps.

Quickly you open the sliding door and take out a boxed grape juice and a bottled flavoured water, the inked words ‘summer fruits’ smudged. You would love to have a milkshake right about now but you stay away from the milks on the bottom shelf, you face scrunching up in disgust.

You walk around the shop some more, not caring for any of the junk being sold. You do however find yourself at the sweets section. The little shelf is filled to the brim with colourful candy and plastic junk toys, everything from chocolate bars to lollypops shaped like diamond rings.

A small packet of hard boiled sweets catches your eyes, the red and white striped plastic bag reminiscent of the paper bags at fun fairs or cinema pick n’ mixes, the little clear window showing individually wrapped sweets in every colour known to man.

A yellowed price sticker sloppily placed over the logo says it’s only a dollar fifty so you pick the bag up to buy. You shove the bag between your fingers and the drinks, you other hand free with your wallet lodged between your arm and chest.

Slowly but surely, your eyes flickering all around to see if you’ve missed anything you might want as you arrive to the front counter.

The front counter is high up, a thick plastic pane with hand prints and unknown splashes of stuff shielding the man and the shelf filled with cigarettes from grabby hands and angry eyes of disgruntled customers. There’s a big enough a hole in the plastic that the man, a forty something year old with red irritated eyes and a bold spot a monk would be jealous of, can look at you with judging eyes whilst scanning your items.

“You better not want any alcohol Miss.” says the man. Despite his less than stellar looks he sounds more sad and fed up than judgemental or creepy, he probably get too many teenagers with fake ID’s coming in along with out of towners with visible guns on their hip.

“No alcohol just these-“ you say with an awkward smile, “-oh, but um is that for sale?”

Your eyes catch onto a flash of green hung sat snug in between a giant jug of vodka and a line of off brand cold remedies.

It’s a small first aid kit.

You point to it hoping that your finger isn’t pointing to the vodka.

“The first aid kit, yeah, it is.”

“How much?”

The man says the price making you visibly frown. The price isn’t much considering it’s a first aid kit but you’re not sure you have the right amount for it.

“I’ll take it.” you say as you place your items down and begin taking out handfuls of coins.

You know you are a dollar short as you recount your crumpled dollar bills. You look up to see that the man has already bagged your stuff including the first aid kit.

“I might have to put something back.” you sheepishly say.

“Nah, have it.” He passes you the bag, “If you’re needing a first aid kit then you’re needing it, you know? I don’t want anyone bleeding out because you were a dollar short and didn’t have it.”

“Thank you.” you’re really at a loss for words but you get you thanks out.

“I don’t own this place anyway, I only work here.” he says with the smirk of a man who often nicks a pack of smokes off the back shelf without the shop owner knowing.

You talk some more before walking out the shop, the pack of sweets already in hand, your fingers digging into the bag to find a sweet that isn’t strawberry flavoured. As soon as you pull out a bright green sweet you look up to see a pair of red rimmed steely blue eyes staring right at you.

Billy, eyes wide like a deer in the middle of a road watches intently as you walk over to his 79 Camaro (which is parked somewhat awkwardly in the wobbly lines of the parking space.) The car is parked close to the shop, right at the front of it in fact and ever since you were in the shop his gaze has been locked on the front door for the shop windows are covered in posters and adverts blocking any view of you inside he could have had.

For ten minutes Billy has been frozen still waiting for you to reappear so he can finally let out a long breath. He looks like he hasn’t blinked in the short time you were inside, his baby blues watery, the welling of tears threatening to spill once more.

“Want one?” you ask as you slide into the passenger seat, the bag of sweets shoved on the centre console closer to Billy.

Billy does not say anything, he just breathes like he just run a mile his chest heaving as large amounts of air enter his lungs.

“Billy?” you ponder, your voice small and quiet, “Billy.”

His eyes snap onto yours. For a moment you see something, a glimmer of fear maybe, in his eyes before his face droops.

“Hey, hey, hey-“ you begin, your body leaning over the centre console, hands grasping onto his arms as lightly as you can, “- you’re ok, I’m not going to hurt you.”

He looks like a wounded animal.

“Billy-“ you go to say something, something that probably wouldn’t help in the long run but something so he can hear you over his very present running mind.

Before you can though his right hand shoots up and grabs your forearm, his digits digging into your soft skin.

He doesn’t know if he wants your hands off him or if he’s forcing you not to move. Billy thinks for a long time his fingers flexing and relaxing but not letting go of your arm before said hand grabs at your own hand, his longer thicker fingers intertwining with yours in a death grip.

With you other hand, which you quickly take off his arm, you rifle through your plastic bag and pull out the two drinks along with the little first aid box.

“Here, take ‘um.” With your fingers aching from clutching three things at once Billy eventually takes the drinks and the first aid kit, his eye focusing on the first aid kit especially, “I have no clue what’s in the kit but I thought you could keep it in the car if you got in another fight…”

“…How do you know it was a fight?”

“Bruises that big don’t come from bumping into corners or falling down stairs.” you should know, you’ve bumped into many table corners and tripped down the stairs too many times to count and you’ve never gotten an injury that big and angry.

The car goes silent for a while the only sounds of you trying to quietly crunch the sweets and Billy unzipping the first aid kit to look inside it. There’s the normal inside; plasters that are an odd pale peach colour, gauze and safety pins, a couple individually wrapped antiseptic wipes, old yellowing instructions printed on thin paper and a small gel compress to help with swelling and aches.

“Thank you.” Billy whispers, his hands now clutching at the green first aid kit rather than your hand.

His eyes are trained down on the cross adoring the kit, the two drinks on his lap long forgotten.

“I-I know that home life ain’t that good-“ you start, not knowing exactly where you’re going with the conversation, “- but I’m here for you.“

“You don’t know what’s going on princess, you can’t help.” Billy says now looking at you.

“But I know about your dad, that’s how you got that isn’t it?” you vaguely point to his bruised eyes.

His eyes flicker away from yours giving you the answer you didn’t want but already knew.

“I don’t know much Billy-“ you duck down to catch his eyes, a small smile forming on your pretty face, “- but I do know that I wouldn’t piss on him if he was on fire because men like him wouldn’t even say thank after saving them, they’d just carry on like normal hurting and breaking everything in their way.”

Billy would have smirked at your words but his eyes have gone too wide in shock.

“Why don’t we skip maths hey?” you ask grabbing his hand in a warm but tight grip.

“Sure princess.” He finally replies with a small smile.

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A/N: If you want a part four please send in an ask rather than commenting for another part, this is just because asks are an easier way for me to track requests. Comments are still welcomed and requests are open!

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[fyrewalks]

officially meet tommy kinard, andie's (@lvebug) uncle

Tommy is born on Nov 10, 1980 to two successful parents - his dad is an award-winning chemistry prof at ucla and his mom owns an event planning business that has strong Hollywood ties 

His full name is Thomas Elijah Kinard, but he’s always gone by Tommy.

He has an older sister, Rebecca, who is 11 years older. Despite the age difference, they are very close. 

Tommy is a shy kid, mostly - and it works out. He doesn’t mind being left at home or hanging out in his parent’s offices or backrooms of events so long as he’s got books and comics and tv to keep him entertained. 

The trouble starts when he’s in middle school. He switches from a Jewish day school to a public school, and alongside a growth spurt, he starts to outgrow his shyness. He gets into sports, makes new friends, and it becomes clear that he was an ‘oops’ baby with two parents who prioritize their own careers and miss a lot of his games and extracurriculars.  They already did it once with Rebecca, and beyond keeping up appearances, don’t want to do it again with Tommy. 

Tommy is 15 (1995) when he moves in with Rebecca and her fiance, James.

He’s on the football team, popular both academically and outside of school, but he’s still a shy kid at heart and keeps an eye out for outcasts. 

After his third fight, his parents are done with his antics. No one cares that he was only standing up against a few bullies; he threw the first punches. 

Despite the potential for awkwardness, it’s a relatively smooth transition. He’s happy to spend more time with his sister and bonds with James over cars and football. 

Tommy stops attending synagogue. Rebecca encourages him to go but respects that their parents made it feel like an obligation. He keeps up culturally, though. 

Tommy graduates high school early; he starts college/rotc at 17 (1997) and finishes at 20 (2000).

While Rebecca and James are welcoming, Tommy’s aware he’s holding back their relationship. Plus, between Andie being born in ‘96 and him no longer living with his parents, there’s a fire to get started with his ‘adult’ life. 

His football coach is an army vet and knowing his interest in cars, figures Tommy would make it well as a mechanic or get some advanced training for something more technical. 

Tommy plans on just enlisting, but Rebecca pushes him to consider college. (They were, after all, raised by the same parents who put a heavy emphasis on education.)

He attends ucla and joins the rotc, considering it a compromise. Between the program and his father’s benefits as a professor there, most of his expenses are covered. While his parents don’t love his plan, they support him monetarily, and really, they know his success and future army career reflect well on them. 

Tommy majors in psychology figuring it’ll be easy since he had no real interest in going to college.

This chunk of time is also when Tommy starts noticing his interest in men. There are a few hookups, but it’s explained away with tiny excuses and the idea that he’s young and horny. Although, he is careful to keep it away from his budding army career. 

Beyond that, Tommy thrives in college. He was a popular kid in high school so this is no different. He’s charming and genuinely kind. (And being a guy’s guy, aka into typically masculine things, doesn’t hurt.)

Tommy secures a spot in flight school (20-21) and is an active duty as a helicopter pilot until 2004. 

He might’ve dragged his feet about his college, but he ends up grateful since his status as an officer comes with better pay and a chance to become a pilot. 

Given the timing, Tommy faces a lot of pressure to continue past his initial active duty commitment. While he’s faired better than some in terms of only suffering minor injuries, he didn’t understand the scope of his commitment nor did he imagine being in actual war when he was seventeen. He misses Rebecca and Andie; when the time comes, he decides to serve his remaining time in the reserves. 

Like college and high school, Tommy finds it easy to fit in. If his masculinity was praised in college, it’s tenfold during active duty. Of course, only as long as he plays up the same ignorance where his sexuality is concerned - he doesn’t think DADT personally affects him since he very firmly shuts down any interest in men. (Obviously, with reflection and time, he knows this was just denial and a way to keep himself safe subconsciously.) 

At 25, he is in the reserves, back in LA, and new to the 118. A few months before he finishes his probie year, Rebecca and James are killed in a car accident. In their wills, it’s their final wish that Tommy take in Andie, who is almost eight years old. 

His parents offer some financial support, but not much else. They further withdraw with the death of their daughter; as has been the case for a while, his parents find it easier to love him, and by extension Andie, from a distance. 

Tommy struggles a lot during this time. He’s navigating life post-army, grieving his sister and brother-in-law, and struggling to balance his job with taking care of Andie. Reserve duty also proves challenging since it requires a weekend away every month and two weeks away once a year. 

All this to say, his attitude isn’t the greatest. (It’s part resurgence of the shyness he felt as a kid and part anger at how hard everything’s become, only mildly tempered by someone who finds popularity and fitting in easier now.)

After his sister’s death, Tommy starts attending synagogue again.

While his attendance is spotty, he makes the effort to go because he doesn’t want Andie to go alone or miss out. This time, though, he feels a genuine connection to his faith rather than a familial obligation. 

The support he and Andie receive through their synagogue ultimately helps them adjust to their new life - frozen meals, car pools, babysitting, etc. 

Andie meets Chimney as his probationary year comes to an end (2007). Starting to feel more settled in their life, and having a community to fall back on, Tommy makes more of an effort to be friendlier and welcoming at the firehouse. He starts sharing more about Andie, his sister, and what his life looks like outside of shifts. 

At twenty-eight, Tommy officially retires from the reserves. He starts pursuing his flight instructor certification and becomes a certified instructor by thirty for extra income. 

Also, during this time, Tommy starts casually dating. He feels old, out of practice, and finds it hard to relate to people given he’s raising his niece. 

He dates both men and women at first, and experiments with labels, before realizing he’s gay and always has been. Andie is the first person he tells and he decides against being out at work too. 

In 2017, at 37, Tommy transfers to the lafd air station and decides he’s tired of living his life half in the closest. It’s not what he wants for himself nor the example he wants to set for Andie. He’s been proud of so much in his life (his military career, his piloting, and raising Andie through so much grief and heartache) that there’s no reason he shouldn’t be just as prideful and open with his gayness too.  

So, current season - Tommy is 44. 

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#hc: tommy kinard #and now time for a nice nap! #smooches to dee and ric for reading this over #and all the love and support on the sneak peak and in my dms while i wrote this

[riddles-n-games]

Awkward Teenage Years

I'm sure everyone went through or is going through their teenage years and puberty is not the kindest to everyone. Now, I know everyone in this fandom seems to think the Hawthorne brothers are these sculpture-perfect, flawless, handsome young lads and I'm sure they are. However, everyone also seems to forget when we first meet them, three of them were still teenagers. Yes, towards the end of their adolescence but not that long before they were still in the middle of the awkward phase. So, in honor of those awkward teenage years, here's what was going on with the Hawthorne brothers when they were handling those first few years of hormone imbalance:

Nash: His hair tended to get very greasy back then and so he also used his love of wearing cowboy hats as an excuse to hide his hair. Of course, he had to be sneaky so the teachers didn't tell him off for wearing hats in class. Not to mention, he also had a phase where he had a bad cowlick he just couldn't get rid of.

Grayson: At fourteen, Gray had braces because he had an overbite and he had to wear them till he was fifteen and a half. He rarely liked smiling with his teeth during that time, seeming standoffish to other kids for it and poor guy often accidentally bit the inside of his cheek. His chocolate obsession suffered for a while.

Jameson: This one had a long battle with acne. He often had it sprinkled over his face and even at one point it got so severe that it was also a bad case of "bacne" (back acne). Poor Jamie was miserable so much so that he literally cried (in secret, of course; a Hawthorne don't cry or that's what they tell themselves) and there was a period of time where he couldn't bare to look at himself in the mirror. Thankfully, it started getting better after he was prescribed his third medication (I know, took a while). Now he has the best skincare routine ever and it's not just water.

Xander: As a child, he was smol. He was among the shorter kids and Thea and Rebecca were taller than him by a head, head and a half by fifth grade. At twelve, the turn tables in his favor as he shot up to heights unknown, touching the sky, and breathed the fresher air for the first time as he saw over his classmates with no problem. However, he was all gangly limbs like a newborn foal walking for the first time as Nash often said as he got used to his baby brother towering over him at fourteen. Jameson was slightly jealous because his own growth spurt made him the taller one for a time and he was rubbing it in Gray's face (bragging rights were redacted).

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[lume7]

Bernard the Elf x Reader Part 2

This is a continuation from this post -> https://at.tumblr.com/lume7/bernard-the-elf-x-reader/pa56xg380ez3

- After the events of the first movie you and Bernard became pen pals. The two of you wrote to each other on a weekly basis and a good friendship of sorts flourished.

- You and Charlie would go up to the North Pole every year in the two weeks leading up to Christmas after school would end and help out around the workshop.

- Sometimes your brother and you would also get to visit random times of the year in which there was a little downtime in the year’s Christmas preparations but those rarely happened.

- It was at one of these random visits throughout the year that the passage of time became apparent and that Bernard couldn’t deny you were no longer the short middle schooler he had first met five years ago. You had hit a growth spurt and was now only a few inches shorter than him. Yet, the most frightening part to Bernard was that distinct difference in the speed of your aging. While he still looked like an older teen just as he had five years ago you had caught up and he knew you would quickly pass him up in the aging process. Your life was quickly turning into another blink in his long life.

- That’s when Bernard’s random appearances into your everyday life began. Ballet performance? He’d be there with flowers and greet you after the show. Visiting a museum? Bernard fancied himself a trip to learn more to help make Christmas better even if it was completely unrelated.

- When that year’s Christmas visit came you were a senior in highschool and in the middle of applications, essays,  some acceptance letters and trying to figure out what you were going to do after graduation that upcoming spring. In those two weeks leading up to Christmas you had your head buried in all of that and holed up in your room at the North Pole than being out and about helping like you did in the years past.

- One late night Bernard brought you hot chocolate as an excuse to get you to stop working and spend some time with you. The pair of you went for a walk, ended up below some mistletoe and shared a quick little peck.

- After the peck Bernard immediately began apologizing but you grabbed him by his shirt and gave him another and much longer kiss.

- Fast forward to the Santa Clause 2; The pair of you are in an established relationship, you finished college and now live in the North Pole.

- A good combination of pure genetic luck and spending so much extra time at the North Pole through college has slowed down your aging exponentially. (Think like fae folklore, e.g. Niamh & Oisin) Since your permanent residence at the North Pole you are unable to leave the magical/fae parts of the world without risking everything. As long as you’re with Bernard and in the magical/fae parts of the world like the North Pole you can stay with him but the moment you choose to return to the human world all the time that has passed will immediately catch up with you.

- However, Bernard does not share this fact with you and merely redirected you every time the risk of you going back to the human world came.

- The fact that you no longer are in the human world greatly damaged your relationship with Charlie compared to how it was when he was younger. This added to Charlie’s behavioral issues and how he ended up on the naughty list.  

- Bernard and Curtis discovered the “Mrs Clause” and kept you in the dark about it too.

- Abby was nervous about delivering the news about Charlie being put on the naughty list. She confided in you about it, obviously you’re shocked but promised to help Abby deliver the news to your dad.

- After Abby gave your dad the hot cocoa, you told him the news about Charlie being on the naughty list. Curtis came in and was excited about the thought that the “Mrs Clause” had been shared and that’s when stuff started falling apart.

- Being caught in between the divorce for most of your childhood did not make you quite keen on the idea of your dad remarrying. The fact that Charlie had ended up on the naughty list made you feel guilty because old habits die hard and you still felt like you had to take care of him like you did when you were younger.

- The duplicate toy Santa was made and you did not like it. Toy Santa gave you the creeps but you went along with it because it was the only plan you guys had in such a short response time. Also, you thought you would not have to spend much time with the Toy Santa as you were planning on going back with your dad to see Charlie.

- You were ready to go back with your dad and that’s when the final bombshell was dropped. Bernard was forced to tell you that the moment you returned to the human world all the time that had passed would immediately catch up with you. You were furious because he had purposefully left you in the dark about this fact and you were never given the opportunity to make the decision if you wanted to stop aging for yourself.

- Your dad is able to convince you to stay back by saying that he needed you to help around the workshop, not make any rash decisions and promises that you would all figure it out later. He would have hated to see you throw away something and someone that has made you undeniably happy.

- Nevertheless, you were fuming. Bernard and Curtis needed help with teaching Toy Santa? Nope, they were on their own. You busied yourself with other places in the workshop.

- You did everything in your power to avoid Bernard the next few weeks. Bernard was coming near the wrapping station? You would finish the present and go help Abby with the food. Bernard was on lunch and getting food? You went to go brush the reindeer.

- You refused to talk to Bernard unless absolutely necessary which was painful for anyone in the near vicinity when those moments came.

- Then things started going downhill at the workshop. Since Curtis had put in some of your dad’s memories to the Toy Santa (like knowing where his desk was) Toy Santa was convinced that he was truly your dad. When you were helping some of the elves in wrapping Toy Santa had come, one thing led to another and you ended up snapping back at Toy Santa.

- Next thing you knew you were locked in your room, grounded, for being disrespectful towards your “dad” aka Toy Santa. “How could he, ‘Santa’, expect the kids of the world to behave if his own daughter wasn’t behaving?”

- This whole ordeal went unknown to Bernard as he assumed you had gotten better at avoiding him in the workshop. He only realized what happened when he got put on house arrest by the Toy Santa. Bernard is being escorted to the room next to yours (which is Charlie’s when he comes up to the North Pole) when he sees the toy soldiers guarding your door.

- After the toy soldiers have tied him to the chair and locked him in the room you opened up the secret little peep door that connected the two rooms. The little door was tiny enough for your arm to go through and to peek. Charlie and you had added the secret connection one year as a way to coordinate secret midnight snacks. The pair of you would take turns sneaking up various goodies but you never imagined it would be used in a situation like this.

- Bernard is oblivious to it, since the little door had been a secret between Charlie and yourself.  You end up balling up pieces of paper and tossing them at him to get his attention since the toy soldiers are still right outside the room. In hushed whispers you caught each other what had happened with the Toy Santa.

- The pair of you were about to start your escape plan when Charlie and Curtis came to the rescue.

- The attack on the toy soldiers began, snowballs, snowmobiles etc. At a point during the attack on toy soldiers, Bernard and yourself found yourselves fighting off the same one. In a flash the toy soldier turned its back to you and towards Bernard. In a panic, you pulled off your shoe, threw it at the toy soldier and distracted it enough for Bernard to give the final blow to the toy soldier. The pair of you laughed at the oddity of it, “Aren’t you supposed to throw a show at the rat king and not one of the toy soldiers?”

- Then you guys hugged for the first time since the beginning of the argument. “I missed you.” “I missed you too.” “This doesn’t mean I’m not still angry.” “I know.”

- You stopped avoiding Bernard, you both decided to enjoy Christmas and discuss everything after the holiday.

- Your dad married Carol and Christmas is saved. Yay!

#bernard the elf #bernard the elf x reader #Bernard the elf x gn!reader #bernard the elf imagine #the santa clause #i did say there would be more

[heartthumpnovel]

Heart Thump: Chapter 6

“Seeking Answers”

Word count: 11493

Finally I get to release this chapter! :'D It's a long one but it's literally my favorite so far as we finally get to see and find out what he heck is going on with Jason, or at-least the hook of his issues.

cw: A little bit of cursing

Last chapter: Carrying the World

Next chapter: Growing Pains

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“Let go of me this very instant- YEUGH!” Jason squealed as his leather loafers had failed to get traction on the smooth concrete floor. He slipped about as he tried to pull away from Motor’s iron grip, trying to get away from his ridiculous rambling. Motor, however, had different ideas. He barely even looked at Ellie, who at this point was begging Motor to stop dragging Jason and was desperately trying to give any sort of explanation as to what happened in the conference room.

Ellie’s tongue tied itself in knots trying to explain Jason’s colossal affliction. It shouldn’t have been possible, but twice now she had seen him grow before her very eyes. And not in any way a human might be able to, like through exercise or aging, but… magically. It was far too surreal for her to put into words.

“It’s- it’s not what you think, it was just… Uh… An allergic reaction? Yeah…” Ellie sputtered out as Motor hustled Jason with a harsh jolt to prevent the squirming weasel from getting away from a confrontation.

"Motor, for Pete's sake, stop that!" She took the next course of action, stepping in front of the angry bull, causing him to halt in his tracks with a fed-up Brit still in his clasp.

Motor stared down at Ellie with a huff and pointed down at Jason, maintaining his furious eye contact with the sweating blonde. "I know what I saw back there," grumbled Motor in an accusatory voice. "I can't believe you two would seriously think I'm that dumb! You just can't leave me out of something cool like this!"

In the middle of the verbal onslaught, Jason was able to speak his mind. "Mate, this isn't some fantastical adventure! It's a disease!"

Motor responded with a dismissive "That's what you think." before sidestepping Ellie and reaching for the janitor's closet. Despite Jason's pleading Motor managed to get the door open with a sharp tug.

They stumbled into the pitch dark room, and Jason had to right himself when he was thrown upon a cold, sleek surface. He fumbled around, trying to get out of the dark void he had been trapped in. He tried to stand back up, however, right as he did, the room flooded with a bright, unnatural light that blinded his eyes.Flinching in pain, he covered his eyes with his hands.

 "Really, man?" The sound of Ellie's exasperated sigh convinced him to move his hands, and…

[Image Description: Jason is sitting at a counter within Motor's nerd domain. AKA, the janitor's closet with figurines, unkempt posters and his low-end gaming rig. It's obvious Motor is a fan of giant monster movies.]

A touch disappointed that out of everyone who might have been a kaiju, it was Jason, but excited nonetheless, he stared down at the terrified man. Ellie broke the silence, clapping her hands together while wearing a forced grin. "Soooo," she began, the air thick with tension, "Since we have the privacy and time, let's figure this out!"

Jason's eyes, filled with dread, turned to his best friend as he tried to find a reasonable explanation, but all he could feel was anxiety and panic, unsure what he should say. Before he could speak his mind, Motor slammed his hands on his lap, interjecting. “So are you actually an alien or what?”

Jason’s frown couldn’t have been more sour if he had drunk the world’s most expired milk. “I… excuse me a wha-” Before Jason could even express his shock at Motor’s audacity,  Motor interfered with a not-so-polite point to Jason’s chest, leaning over his comparatively small figure. “ARE. YOU. AN. ALIEN?” Motor repeated, more aggressively than the last time. 

The completely normal (barring growth spurts) human, who was definitely born on Earth, felt indignation and fear at the same time. He never liked how Motor jumped to nonsensical conclusions like that.

Feeling like a cat reeling from an overly inquisitive dog, Jason leaned back and pushed Motor’s hand away. “NO! Dear lord! Are you actually stoned right now!?” Jason yelled out, now more rustled than scared. 

Motor gave a slight smug grin, “Not at work.” He responded before Ellie had the chance to lightly push Motor at least a good few inches away but Motor kept egging on the theories with a grin that was too excited. 

"It's painfully obvious, you know!" Motor's words flowed unabated, his momentum building like a runaway train, "You practically radiate anxiety in social situations. I've never once witnessed you attempt to get behind the wheel of a car, and let's not even talk about how you obsessively scrub every inch of your desk, even though you wiped it down just a couple of hours ago on your break- Let me repeat, ON YOUR BREAK.” 

Motor was on a roll and nothing was stopping him at this point.

"Or, here's a wild thought," Motor continued, a mischievous glint in his eye, as he playfully scratched the tip of his work-in-progress beard. He pivoted towards one of his cherished movie posters, his finger tracing the outline of a colossal adversary. 

"Maybe, just maybe, you're actually a kaiju!" He emphasized the word with dramatic flair. "Picture it: 'Godzilla Vs Office Accountant.' Yeah, real box office gold right there." A wry grin crept across Motor's face, his amusement  growing more evident. He turned back to face Jason, who seemed less than amused, but Motor was undeterred, his excitement now matching that of a child who had just discovered their parents' unlocked phone with access to their credit card.

"Oh, hold on a second! What if, bear with me, you're this super crafty alien, all incognito as an ordinary office accountant? But here's the kicker: You've mastered the art of acting so brilliantly that you've actually forgotten you're an alien! And wait for it, your grand mission is to conquer the world and subject humanity to your rule... all while engaging in epic battles against a monkey!" 

With a flourish, a finger playfully booped the tip of Jason's nose, the idea seemingly too amusing to ignore. "And who knows, maybe you've got, like, a trio of heads tucked away somewhere secretly—"

"Motor." Jason interrupted the janitor's ramble in the most bitter tone that it had silenced him and the once confident index finger rolled cowardly back into Motor’s palm.

Jason's cheeks were burning red and it wasn't from ‘the love’ either. Feeling absolutely offended- Jason straightened his spine with a demeanor only an angered parent would have painted across his face as his fists were clenched up. 

"You've got to be kidding me. While I'm grappling with a crisis, you're off daydreaming about stupid movies?? This is no laughing matter, Motor! It's... it's infuriating!" His words erupted in a loud burst of fury, his hands sliding down his face in exasperation. As he sank back into his chair, Jason's emotional state shifted from rage to a more subdued sadness.

 Crumbling into a shivering ball, not being able to comprehend that this was happening to him and more importantly how. He could still feel the walls of that conference room squishing him in a tight hold and feeling like he had no air to breathe. Jason could have possibly suffocated if Ellie didn’t come into work.  

He couldn’t hold his tidal wave of feelings any longer and his eyes watered up- he tried to brush the tears away but it only made a couple more tears flow. Ellie noticed a small sniffle and immediately wrapped her arms around his shoulders, holding him tightly. She occasionally ran her hand through the stubble on the back of his neck to comfort him. Jason remained silent, his fingers tightly gripping the fabric of his pants. 

Ellie whispered, "Hey, hey..You're in a safe place... it's okay," even though she didn't completely believe it herself. She didn't know what was happening, and it was stressful trying to comprehend the situation. However, she knew that her best friend needed her at that moment.

Motor stood there- frazzled and when he actually stopped to think for five seconds he realized he did a huge woopsy. This particular woopsy just re-hashed an experience a lot of people would call traumatic. The janitor rubbed his forehead while following it with a deep sigh. His shoulders withering away like his excitement, he decided to speak up after several minutes.

"Look, I... I'm really sorry," he stammered, his fingertips guiltily tapping against each other. "I wasn't trying to make light of this. It's just... well, you know how my mouth likes to run without thinking." Ellie, having momentarily disengaged from the hug, cast a quizzical glance back at Motor, her raised eyebrow an unspoken question. Jason wondered if that was the extent of the apology they could expect from him. Motor pressed on, his words more measured this time. "This isn't an everyday thing, you know? It's incredible, and there are people out there who'd give anything to be able to do what you can.” A flicker of his trademark dorky smile emerged, although this time he tried to be sensitive to Jason’s feelings about his gigantism. 

Ellie and Jason cautiously pulled away from each other, with Ellie approving of Motor’s rather geeky nature. She knew that Motor tended to speak before reevaluating his thoughts, but it wasn't usually mean-spirited (at least not towards his friends). Motor could recognize when he said something that was screwed up... a minute or two after the fact. It's a work in progress.

Jason used his suit sleeve to wipe his tears off his face and tried his best to speak up again, but the congestion in his throat made it difficult for him to find his voice. Ellie decided to speak for him, and for everyone in the room for that matter, as Motor was still reeling from the awkward tension that had just passed a few seconds ago.

“So… what do we do now?” Ellie spoke up as her hands started to settle onto the chemical shelves with a shaking in her left leg. Jason looked over at her expecting an answer but Ellie was delivering the same gaze at him. Jason let out a sigh and buried his face in his hands as he slumped over in his chair. His mind felt like a high-speed race car hurtling towards a catastrophic crash - the anxiety of his reality being shattered colliding with the realization that his normal life was over.

“Can we pretend this never happened?” Jason suggested as he started to show his face again- only to be stared down at in disbelief by both of his coworkers. 

Motor shook his head with a sigh. "Jason, you can't just ignore-"

"I know, I know..." Jason melted back into his chair in defeat as he turned to Ellie. "I honestly don't know how to comprehend what's happening to me, let alone begin thinking about what I should do..." 

His hand clasped his chest, which at the moment felt like it wanted to explode from all the stress weighing him down. Something didn't feel right, and it wasn't the normal anxiety he had to deal with for seventy percent of his life. This was some other monster that had shown up on the front porch of his mind, standing eerily still in silence. It was lurking in the grass menacingly, waiting to strike at the perfect signal. What was that signal? Was there a signal at all? With the deadpan look Jason had on his face, Motor cued in that Jason was spacing out. It was time to bring up a daring plan he was constructing while the two were fretting over what to do about the situation. Motor didn't want to impede on Jason again, otherwise they would have more bones to pick. Instead, he waited until the coast was clear to bring up a suggestion that would save a lot of time and worry. “Hey,  why don’t we try to trigger the growth spurt intentionally? That’d be a quick way to figure out what the hell is happening.”  Motor spoke up. 

Ellie was the first to leap as her eyes lit up and a grin finally came back to her face with Jason lagging behind in the enthusiasm department. "That does sound like the next move- if we could figure out the trigger, we could get a bigger understanding of this… thing!" Ellie chirped as she stood back up. 

“I don’t know about that..” Jason said, “What if… something terrible happens? We know nothing about this thing.” His best friend just had to interject however by throwing a supportive hand on Jason’s shoulder.

"But we have to identify the root cause of this before we can even attempt to solve it, Jason," Ellie declared heroically, as she rose to her feet with a clenched fist, determined to help her friend. 

"Plus, we all finish work at the same time today! AH! We could go to the park and observe with our own eyes!" Motor gave a silent but resolute thumbs up in agreement. However, Jason could only mutter incoherent objections, as he had no other options aside from letting it happen again unintentionally. They couldn't be certain that the next time it happened wouldn't spell the end of Jason's normal life, both metaphorically and literally, as it could potentially be fatal.

“It’s settled I suppose.”                                                                   ---

Anyone could tell they were in the Pacific Northwest by the stunning, long-standing forests, emanating the earthy scent of life from the towering pine trees and the thriving wildlife, surrounded by a breathtaking environment. The region's misty weather, which is almost like a year-long depression, only adds to the fascination of the area. 

Nonetheless, it is undeniably beautiful and definitely worth a road trip, even for those who aren't looking to spend time with their regular ol' nuclear family, visiting tourist traps or finding a place to get weed without being chased down by the authorities.

Sometimes it was just three people in a red worse-for-wear pick up truck that proudly showed off its bumper stickers of a t-Rex eating a stick-man family and proudly displaying a blue-white-pink flag design on the back that was in the shape of a middle finger. The engine had a heart of gold though as it was running like a champion and the speakers on the inside were playing the screams of metal-heads just fine at an ear bursting level.

The driver of the vehicle tried to focus on the road, but he couldn't help stealing glances at his strange coworker in the backseat. The way Jason was zoning out was quite intriguing, and it was difficult to resist the temptation to keep looking at him. Thankfully, his passenger, who was sitting in the front seat, kept reminding him to pay attention to the road and not to be rude by staring at Jason. The driver huffed every time, as he was eagerly anticipating the growth to happen.

Jason’s right hand was fiddling with the edges of his retail brand blazer’s sleeve that was spread upon the rest of the back seat. His eyes were busy drifting off at the pine trees moving quickly past them. He found it kind of hard to properly process his thoughts as they had constantly been canceled by the boiling anxiety in his chest. All he could feel was this light sensation running throughout his skin that had a mild tingling that Jason hadn't noticed before. 

He moved his fingers from his jacket to the edge of his left collarbone and placed his fingers around his artery to gauge his heart rate. His heart pumped with stress, and it was so pronounced that he couldn't tell if he needed to make an appointment with his doctor or not. If he did go to the doctor, what was he supposed to tell them? That he had the same syndrome as Goliath? Jason deeply sighed as his fingers trailed down from his throat and landed on his lap. He directed his attention to the trees moving quickly past, and noticed that signs of civilization were long gone. The only thing out there were roads that would lead deeper into the woods.

Jolts to the truck’s wheels shocked Jason out of his dazed state as Motor veered off onto a gravel path that led deeper into the forests of Washington. How far was Motor planning to drive? Ellie grabbed onto the side of her seat as her hair nearly blinded her eyes. It was like they were all being tossed around like quarters in a washing machine. “Do we really have to be out this far Motor, geeze!!” Ellie exclaimed as she tried to look over the nonchalant driver acting as if they were on perfectly smooth concrete. His head slightly tilted up and took a millisecond glance in her direction as paying attention to the road was important after all. 

“Trust me Ellie, we are going to need the space. Besides, no one is gonna be out here around this time of year.” Motor responded as his gaze was searching around for a spot to park in the middle of the wilderness. Motor wanted to make sure to not set his precious baby under a bunch of birds that would take any opportunity to defecate on anyone’s prized possessions. 

Both of Jason’s hands planted on the window as he took a longer look outside, narrowing his eyes slightly in disbelief. 

“I don’t know if I really want to do this anymore.” Jason finally spoke up as the truck’s engine cut off. Ellie looked over from behind the passenger seat while Motor was unbuckling and throwing his seat belt out of the way.

 “You’re completely valid in the way you feel, but we did just drive all the way out here already,” Ellie then unbuckled her seat belt and opened the door to follow Motor outside. “Plus, we're here to support you in case anything goes wrong ya know?” 

Ellie slammed the door shut before Jason could protest with a “But, Ellie, a lot of things can and will go wrong.” He let out a harsh sigh and rubbed his forehead before eventually unbuckling and getting out of the truck.

Jason trailed behind his friends as they searched for a clearing with enough space to test his newfound curse, which Ellie referred to as his "ability". Motor was still tossing out theories about Kaiju or something related to old gods. Meanwhile, Jason remained silent, dreading that he was in the middle of all these conversations. Was the desire to not be seen a feeling that the kids called "a mood"? Well, Jason thought it should be.

“Yeah but come on wouldn’t it not be cool if Jason was the next in line in the Josta- OH HEY- this place looks perfect!” Motor shouted as they set foot into a sprawling clearing that wasn’t being occupied by too much flora or living animals that weren’t bugs. 

The dying grass here sank into the ground, having been trampled time and time again by deer. It looked like the place could hold a small circus if it wasn’t so remote. If it wasn’t obvious enough, this little area was perfect for testing out magical growing powers. 

Once Jason was politely persuaded, looking very mopey with his arms folded, to enter the middle of said clearing to start the test. The three of them were curious on how to actually start investigating this strange quirk of his. Jason stood there as his eyes tracked Ellie pacing around with a finger to her chin as she tapped lightly on her lips.

 “Let’s see… Do you have any inkling of what triggers it?” Ellie asked as she looked over to Jason as he was scratching behind his head as his eyes stared down at his loafers. Maybe it was a certain phrase that he said, though he was skeptical if he could even remember a lot of the things he said, especially since his perception of time had been skewed from fainting so much.  

Now that he thought about it,  he really should go see his doctor about that. In the meantime he started to hesitantly speak words that he could remember saying in the last couple of days. Jason shut his eyes and he quickly spat out random words he could recall saying before the initial incident. 

“No!” “Smashed!”

“Aaagain??” “Excuse me?”

“Oh dear lord- GIANT POWERS: ACTIVATE!!???”

With that last statement, Jason let out a desperate screech, like a squealing rabbit being pulled from its den. He nearly jumped out of his own skin, unsure if it would be enough to demonstrate his point. He held the flinched pose for a couple of seconds before Motor's dying laughter made him fold his arms in shame. “This is stupid.”

“Ooookkaay- Maybe it’s not that,” Ellie slid in as she knelt down, looking around in the umber pine needles and through the evergreens for inspiration.

She smiled as she looked back at her friends. 

“We at least got voice activation off the list! Yay, progress!” She clapped her hands together and stood back up. Motor on the other hand made camp on a nearby rock as Ellie patted the shamed Brit on the shoulder. 

“Jason. Think. What exactly were you doing and feeling when the growth occurred?” Ellie did a light finger snap in his direction to motivate him. The flustered man spat out vowels and rubbed the back of his head. 

“I-I don’t know?? I mean I guess the first time I was just talking to you while drinking at the water cooler and- uh. When I was just sitting at my desk alone just thinking about stuff!....stuff.” Jason’s tirade ended as he felt like he might have spoken about too much, especially in front of Motor, who at this point was just trying to catch his breath from laughing so hard. 

Before Motor made a not PG-13 suggestion, Ellie intervened and suggested conducting a pacer test to see if Jason's heart rate had any correlation to his abilities. Setting up the course was fairly simple, as they used rocks as markers and made sure there were no obstacles for Jason to stumble over.

Thus began the trial of running back and forth for what felt like forever to Jason, who didn’t take exercising that seriously in his early twenties. Watching the poor sight unfold told a story of sitting in a cheap office chair for the majority of his 9-5 work week, and while his natural metabolism kept him skinny- it definitely didn’t do him any favors in the muscle department.

His face quickly reddened as sweat poured from his forehead and soaked through his shirt. He loosened his tie, which was beginning to feel like a noose around his neck. Despite his efforts, he didn't make it to the tenth lap before collapsing, and Ellie had to step in to catch him before he stumbled over his ill-fitting shoes. Gasping for air, Jason instinctively moved his fingers to his neck, trying to steady his racing heart.

 "One hundred and fifty…," he managed to sputter out between coughs. "That's as high as... as it's going to get for me..." Ellie gently guided him to the ground and patted his back. 

"You okay, dude?" she asked, concern etched in her voice. Jason looked up at her, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. 

"Do I look taller?" he asked, his words punctuated by wheezes. 

Ellie looked at him incredulously. "No," she replied, kicking herself for not bringing a full water bottle. "Motor, do you have any water in your truck?" she asked, looking up at him. Motor was holding up his phone which was recording the entire scene. From concern to ticked off, Ellie motioned him over and communicated a silent ‘stop recording camera man and help us’. He quickly pocketed his phone and retrieved a can of water from the truck, offering it to Jason.

“Got seltzer water, that works right?” 

Jason fell over with a groan. 

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Something wasn't right. Ellie's eyes narrowed as she pondered a potential connection between the events. They weren't getting all the answers here, and Ellie was determined to uncover them, even if it was the last thing she did. She leaned against a trunk, observing Jason as he downed his fourth can of dark cherry seltzer.

"Are you planning on leaving any for the rest of us?" Motor interjected irritably. Holding the box of seltzer in his hands, he loomed over the sweaty and disheveled Jason. After a few gulps, Jason withdrew the can from his lips and wiped his mouth with his sleeve. Gasping for breath, he weakly responded.

"Sorry, I feel like death right now." Jason turned the can in front of him, sneering at the ingredients. "I can't believe you drink this stuff. It's sticky and gross." He handed the can over to Motor. 

"You're sticky and gross," Motor retorted, crushing the can in his hand and turning it into an aluminum ball. After telling Motor to shove off, Jason rose to his feet and returned to Ellie. Feeling more disgusted than taller at that point, he questioned how much more of this paranoia-inducing gym class he could endure. That’s when an empty seltzer nearly smacked Jason’s shoulder. Thankfully the can didn’t make it’s target as Jason flinched out of the way with a screech. “AHHHHH- !” Jason let out a loud scream and clutched his chest, glaring at Motor with a deep squint. "What was that for?!" he yelled in fury, stomping his feet. Motor, on the other hand, seemed unfazed and simply scratched the stubble of his baby beard. 

"Looks like it isn't a defense mechanism," he commented with a sly smirk. Jason rolled his eyes so hard that they might as well have been watching his brain.

Brushing his hair back and promptly fixing it back into its black and sleek professional bangs, Jason grunted in frustration facing away from his friends and into the far reaching woods.

This was starting to feel less scary and anxiety-inducing, but everything was becoming ridiculous, including himself. Jason took a deep breath in frustration, "Look guys, I know you want to help, but I don't think we're going to have any breakthroughs," he spoke, avoiding eye contact with his concerned friends. This was just something he didn't want to deal with anymore. Exhausted, he pressed his palms against his cheeks and closed his eyes, pushing his glasses up from the bridge of his nose to the bristle of his bangs. 

"We should just pack up and go home."

“But Jason,” Ellie spoke in a saddening tone that ended her sentence in a cold whimper, “Aren’t you afraid it’s going to happen again?” She approached him as leaves crunched under her shoes. She reached out to him- but, Jason’s eyes darted at her hand and jerked his shoulder away softly, still not willing to look her in the eye.

"I... I don't want to think about it, let alone try to intentionally bring back that god-awful feeling," Jason clenched his face, his voice trailing off as he avoided looking at Ellie. He was certain she was utterly disgusted to discover that Jason was a coward, but he was more than just a timid man.

"You don't understand. That feeling was so terrible, yet... I couldn't help but... enjoy it a little?" Ellie lowered her hand and tilted her head, her dark brown eyes fixed on him in confusion. She could only utter a confused syllable before falling silent. The absence of words intensified Jason's anxiety, and he turned around briefly to face her, his voice cracking.

"Not power hungry or sensual! Honest! Just before all that growth nonsense, I felt... elated and happy, and my heart was racing," his trembling fingers ran through his disheveled hair, tentatively parting the strands. "It felt like, for the first time in my life," Jason took a deep breath, "That’d I wouldn’t have to worry about anything." he concluded with a sigh. 

In that moment, he couldn't look any more broken as he witnessed his best friend of fourteen years struggling to understand him. 

Jason closed his eyes in bitterness, feeling even more repulsed for admitting that, for a brief moment, he had felt lighter than air despite the potential danger he could have caused.

“I’m- I’m crazy aren’t I-” “No. You’re not.”

Jason's eyes darted back to Ellie, who had a new expression on her face. She looked at him with enthusiasm, her mouth slightly open as her fingers touched the bottom left of her chin. A smile slowly formed on her lips, and life seemed to return to her as she gently grabbed the sides of Jason's shoulders.

 “That’s it!” Ellie exclaimed as her eyes had a twinkle of discovery. Jason couldn’t help but be confused about what in the world Ellie discovered. Before he could ask what she mean’t, he suddenly couldn’t see anything at all and felt fingers cover his eyes and a small shove spun him around. There was barely any resistance on Jason’s part- however he was still confused.

 “What in the blazes are you doing??” Jason responded as he couldn’t fight away Ellie’s fingers pressing his glasses on his face. 

“Trust me on this,” Ellie responded calmly, “Close your eyes, we’re practicing mindfulness”. Doing a double take, Jason stalled for a second before defaulting into what Ellie wanted him to do. ‘Surely she has a plan’ Jason thought to himself as he willingly closed his eyes. ‘Right?...’  

Motor on the other hand was watching this all go down with a very skewed frown on his face. He never really was big on this therapy stuff, and he really had no idea where Ellie was going with it. 

"Is this really a good time for a therapy session, sis?" Motor quipped, causing Ellie to shoot a quick glance at him and swat her hand in his direction with a scowl. She then turned back to Jason and patted his shoulders, causing them to jolt slightly.

"Alright, buddy, how do you feel about our friend Natasha?" Ellie asked casually, with a smirk on her face. Jason's shoulders immediately tensed up and a shiver ran up his spine, replacing his melancholy with shock and annoyance. He almost turned to look at Ellie, but her firm grip on his shoulders prevented him from doing so. He tried to cover up his shock with a quick lie, as he didn't want to reveal his secret to Motor, who would surely gloat about it. Plus, he couldn't see the relevance of Natasha to the whole giant situation.

“Wh-what are you talking about?! She’s our friend and an upstanding manager, You should know that Ellie,” Jason sputtered out before crossing his arms, “And that- that’s not appropriate to say.” 

This was going to be a low blow Ellie was about to commit, but in the end, it was going to be for his own good. She gestured her hands over Jason’s eyes so that they went back to being closed and it was followed with a tsk. “It’s okay to be honest here, Nobody else is around for miles," Ellie reassured him, patting his back gently. She took a step back, her arms wrapping around her own back as she tilted her head. "I know you trust me." 

Jason’s head lowered-- he could feel the confused and shocked stare of Motor, who at this point was starting to burn a hard glare at Jason hoping that he wasn’t about to say something that had his best friend involved. Hairs rose on Jason’s neck as he lowered his hand to the ground, keeping his eyes closed in fear that he’d accidentally meet Motor’s seething gaze. 

“You’re screwing with me.” Motor spat out, his glare now full-on directed at Jason, who was probably about to say something he didn't want to hear. Jason became a stuttering mess, keeping his eyes glued shut and not daring to look back at the angry bull behind him, who was huffing and puffing and ready to give him a good slap.

“Ok-okay I might have made my statement a little bit- misleading. I uh- I really like her in a different way,” Jason sputtered, finding that closing his eyes made him a lot braver, even brave enough to turn around to face his companions. 

However, his nervousness wasn't unfounded, as he could feel his heart pounding rapidly in his chest, and a chilling sensation running through his skin like a bad rash. Well, not really bad. In fact, it felt good having this tingling sensation slowly making its way from his chest to the edges of his fingertips. It only grew stronger the more he talked. “I mean, not just in a friendly way. Granted, she's an amazing friend and I don't want to expect anything in the romantic department, but..."

Warmth radiated from his chest from just thinking about talking about her. The heat from his center suddenly pushed through his limbs and ended at his fingertips. It felt as though pure dopamine was coursing through his veins, and his arms wrapped around himself in a tight hug as his lips curled into an anticipatory smile.

"She's just amazing, you know? It feels like we can be so open with each other, and man alive, I haven't met anyone who can get me to smile during a dreadful shift like she can, She's just hilarious." Jason continued, not waiting for a response as the words spilled out of him. 

The more he talked, the easier it became, and confessing his actual thoughts made him feel more alive than he had in a while. His palms grew warm against his cheeks as he pressed his hands onto his face out of slight embarrassment, unable to contain his excitement.

That wasn’t going to stop him droning on, “Not to mention she’s drop dead gorgeous like, I haven’t noticed before but you know how pretty her dim wine eyes are? I didn’t even know that eye color was even possible, right?” His fingers were becoming tangled in his hair with his peepers still glued shut to avoid seeing the expressions his friends were probably making. 

His words were met with a staring silence, but right then he could have given a heartfelt speech to a whole stadium of people as the butterflies soaring through his stomach preoccupied his thoughts.

In the moment he didn’t care about shame, and though a light breeze was making goosebumps rise on his skin, the warmth he felt inside was doing him just fine. A light buzzing felt all over his skin made him feel lighter than air. He continued to fill the empty void in conversations with mere rambling, “And her hands are so soft~ Have to wonder what lotion she uses but, I really want to hold them all day no-- all week!” 

“Uhm- J-jason??” A small voice peeked from the rambling. “Okay granted- that sounds creepy I'll admit. Though it’s just how I really feel about her. She’s a comforting and deep presence that I can’t ignore anymore and that’s..” Jason attempted to continue the conversation by himself.

“Holy shit…” Another small but disgruntled voice spoke as a shadow started to drape itself across the trees, causing most of the wildlife to screech and run for their lives. 

“Well. Yeah a problem. I know. That’s why I haven’t told anyone because if word got out I actually felt it would ruin our..” Before Jason’s tone could fall harder, he was rightly interrupted. 

“JASON OPEN YOUR EYES!!” Screamed a voice- not just any voice. Ellie’s voice. She would never raise her voice like that under any circumstances unless…

Jason's eyelids opened in astonishment. The wind tousled his wispy coal hair as he took in the breathtaking scene before him. Above, the sky stretched endlessly, adorned with gray clouds that seemed to go on for miles. They formed a captivating backdrop to the rolling hills of the distant forest, while even the city's man-made structures appeared remarkably close despite their supposed distance. It felt as though a brisk ten-minute jog would be enough to reach them, defying the time it took to get here.

In fact, he could even make out the faint outline of the Space Needle's peak from his current vantage point. However, this momentary awe was quickly overshadowed by the realization that he wasn't standing on a tourist platform but rather in the midst of nature just moments ago. 

A sinking feeling settled in his stomach as he observed the peculiar chest-high pointed shrubs surrounding him. Initially appearing alien, they gradually became familiar. The distinct scent of pine gave them away as the same trees that had towered over them before he closed his eyes. What made it even stranger was the inability to distinguish individual pine needles anymore, as they seemed to merge into one prickly yet pleasantly fragrant blob.

If Jason didn't know any better, he would have thought he had been taken to an uncanny, miniature version of a golf course as a cruel and extravagant prank. The trees appeared tightly packed and diminutive compared to their previous grandeur, but they swayed in the breeze just as they always had. There was no denying that everything around him had shrunk.

Either that, or he’s gotten bigger.

His throat tightened, and he swallowed hard, keeping his gaze level with the shrunken plant life. He was reluctant to look down, fearing the unsettling sight that awaited him. Each breath felt labored and heavy as he found himself inhaling rapidly. The once exhilarating rush of romantic feelings had now been replaced by sheer terror.

“Jason..?” A very hesitant Ellie spoke as she backed up from the gigantic leather loafers and ankles. Ellie wasn’t sure if she could reach out to him. He was so far away yet- an overwhelming presence that even made her stomach flip. She didn’t want to be afraid of Jason especially since he looked like he was scared out of his mind himself but she couldn’t help the feeling of being around a body that was so big and more importantly, unstable. 

Ellie’s traitorous brain decided this would be a great time to visualize the times when Jason had a fifty percent chance of knocking his head against a bus station pole or clumsily tripping over literally nothing, resulting in nothing more than minor embarrassment. Those incidents would pale in comparison to what blunders Jason could cause being as tall as he is now. As her feet instinctively moved, quietly retreating, Ellie couldn't help but question whether she wanted him to hear her.

Shortly after, Ellie realized that he had indeed heard her, Jason’s head darted downwards after what felt like a lifetime of not looking down. His gentle hazel eyes, filled with tears, locked onto the two of them with a mix of emotions, his face contorted in an expression of awkward despair. His eyebrows shot up, and his jaw slackened in shock. Jason couldn’t believe what he was seeing but, there it was- the proof was right in front of him. 

Both frozen in fear, neither of them dared to make a sudden move, terrified of the potential consequences that could arise from even the slightest misstep. However, their hesitations didn’t matter as Jason's legs began to tingle, the blood rushing to his head causing a loss of sensation, and his weakened heart unable to withstand the pressure. 

Slowly, his colossal form buckled under its own weight, a wave of panic coursing through his mind. Feebly, he managed to utter a series of pleading "nos," accompanied by a desperate shake of his head. With a sinking realization, Jason's heightened senses anticipated what was about to happen, understanding his lack of control in the face of it. What he could do however- was to make sure he wasn’t falling on top of his friends. 

Jason had leaned back, twisted his feet to the side and let gravity do the work. 

"WOAH- Wait, WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?" Motor's voice pierced through the air, a mix of shock and alarm. However, his protest was abruptly cut short by a violent upheaval that sent him sprawling onto the forest floor, his unruly curls mingling with the nearby vegetation. Annoyance etched across his face as he realized his beloved hoodie had become a canvas for dirt, courtesy of his impromptu encounter with the forest floor and an unfortunate stump.

The beanstalk had fallen.

Meanwhile, Ellie's luck prevailed as she found herself caught in the embrace of a sturdy tree, her arms wrapped tightly around a lower branch. Momentary whiplash left her disoriented, temporarily obscuring Motor's colorful stream of expletives. Tentatively, she turned her gaze back toward the spot where Jason's imposing legs had once stood, only to be met with the sight of him partially kneeling on the ground, his trembling arm straining to support his immense weight.

Jason traced a finger on his own face before he pulled it forwards to look at his twitching hands as he retracted them. Still buzzing from the blood rushing to his head he had his last thought of wondering if he was still dreaming this entire week; however, by now it would be less believable to think that his imagination was making this all up than him blowing up into a giant.

 He lost focus on his hand as he heard loud and clear swearing from the bushes. Darting his glaze over to his now miniature coworkers, he couldn’t believe how different the pair looked. Even big ol’ Motor, who normally stood a good few feet over him, and was definitely eating his wheaties as that man could probably take on a horse despite his loafing habits at work, was as big as an incredibly accurate figurine. Their features blended in and Jason could only tell it was them by the fact that they’re the only people there, and by the color of their clothing and hair. He saw Ellie start helping Motor up and pulling him to his feet with a good tug that just seemed so full of effort for such a small being. Their eyes meet once again with a small startle coming from Ellie seeing the monolith iris start tracking her again.

 Jason grimaced pitifully and spoke out without thinking about it. Now his talking wouldn’t bother anyone unless they had something against the British but this time his voice boomed, “Ellie, I’m not gonna hurt you!” Both Motor and Ellie covered their ears with Motor being really angry or really excited- he couldn’t decide either way. 

“Try lowering your voice a tad won’t ya?!” Motor retorted, “It’s going to wake up a whole ass city! That’s...kinda sick, though.” Jason immediately covered his mouth with his free hand, a pained expression on his face, hating that he had to go ahead and make things worse by talking. Ellie hesitantly drew closer. She slowly pulled her hands away from her ears to hold them together in an uncomfortable embrace; as if she was demonstrating reluctance to confirm something. 

Motor on the other hand was in awe- Never in a lifetime he’d thought he’d get to see a real life giant,let alone knowing the guy himself. Before Motor could go up and start doing a frantic inspection Jason removed his hand from his mouth and raised it in front of the two as he shook his head adamantly, and started talking at his usual volume, but his tongue caught him and continued speaking in urgent whispers. 

“NO- oh no- sorry! No no no no, That’s close enough you two,” He spoke in the lowest voice he could just so he didn’t further destroy their ear drums. “I… I don’t want to hurt you both… again.” His arm got tired so he lowered himself down on his forearm and leaned back. This was all around pretty terrible, Jason would admit to himself, he wondered how he was even capable of doing this, and what event caused this transformation in the first place. “Jason,” Ellie finally spoke up softly, staring downwards at the ground as she fiddled with her rings on her pointer finger. Rummaging through her head on what would be the best way to say what she needed to say but, it only looked like being straight forward was the only way to go. 

“This is going to sound so weird but,... I think.. I think it’s your crush on Nat that’s causing this.” She looked up sympathetically at the giant who had a vacant look in his eyes as if her words were bouncing off of his ears, yet it all sank in as his blank face sagged into a frown, with eyes becoming more watery as the idea repeated in his mind. He shook his head, but this time it was languid.

 “That.. that can’t be,” He whimpered, for a moment his voice rose an octave “That’s ridiculous!... That’s ridiculous…” He wanted to unhear that sentence, but deep down he knew that Ellie was right.

 She usually was. 

[Image Description: Jason, putting his hand over his mouth, is in complete disbelief while Ellie looks at him with concern.]

“Oh. Oh, no.” 

Out of all the ailments in the world it just had to be specifically that one didn’t it? He would have taken yelling silly catch phrases or being physically injured over the truth. His jaw dropped and he grew distant from Ellie’s counseling. She tried her hardest to give her best friend reasons to not panic; it didn’t help much. 

Motor wasn’t much help as he folded his arms with a gruff, “Man that’s lame.” He spoke without thinking but caught his tongue when Ellie darted back a glare he only wished he could unsee. “But uh- uhh… Being a kaiju is cool I guess.” No amount of backtracking was going to matter to Jason- he was just enveloped in his thoughts. 

Thoughts of wondering what he did to deserve this curse; he wasn’t a bad person, was he? He never intended to hurt people, he was polite to all he’s met, paid his taxes and even donated to every charity post he saw on social media even if that meant he’d have toast for dinner. The only sin he remembered committing was falling head-over-heels in love with someone who could lose their whole career if they reciprocated, and who he wouldn't be able to make happy in the long run.

Oh. 

Jason laid himself on the ground with only his arm to support his head. He groaned before making a small glance at his friends who went silent at the sudden movement, he buried his giant face into his free arm and curled up. Murmuring a request that was promptly followed by a deep sigh; “Can I have a minute, Please?”

Ellie and Motor gave each other knowing looks before Motor started to gently pull Ellie away as she didn’t take any action to walk away from her grieving friend.

 “Alright, see ya in a few,” Motor said as he glanced back to see Jason laying there, who was using his legs to cover his face. The last thing Ellie saw when she turned away was a glimpse of a very sad pile of giant limbs pulling together that had grown silent. 

Several meters away from the clearing, they both kept walking until they were out of sight and made sure that Jason couldn’t hear them if they kept a low conversation- knowing that man’s eardrums had to have been blessed enough to be able to hear a needle drop in the middle of highway traffic. Ellie finally released a tense sigh and started to rub her arms vigorously as she tried to relieve all that pent up stress.

 “Man… Maybe I shouldn’t have said that,” Ellie confessed as she looked up to Motor with sad eyes that peaked through her blonde hair. “I just really, reaaally wanted to help but…” Motor shrugged his shoulders as he decided that one tree he was conveniently next to was a great place to lean on. 

Giving her a quizzical look, Motor asked, “Wasn’t that your plan? Like, that was the entire point of this experiment, L.” Ellie paused her hair ruffling to dart her eyes right back at Motor. 

“Yeah but- Oh my gods he’s HUGE,” she raised her hands upwards in a grand gesture, “I thought he’d be a few inches taller, Not a few meters taller!” Ellie yelped out as her shoulders crept back into herself in shame. 

“That was more than a few meters Ellie-” he commented. “SHUT. You know what I mean…” she replied.

Whimpering under her breath trying to mask her words unsuccessfully, “This is my fault - I Completely messed everything up... I’m so stupid.”

 Motor wasn’t going to let her get away with that one. “Come on, don’t put yourself down like that- aren’t you supposed to be a counselor after finals or something?” he interjected. “A psychiatrist,” Ellie gave a quick correction, “Though I guess you have a point there.” She rubbed her eyes, trying to not engage too much with the thoughts she was having, letting the guilt sink in but instead of covering herself with it like a wet blanket she tried to understand ‘why’ she was feeling that way. 

“Just… none of this makes any sense, I don’t know about you but we don’t live in a fairy tale Motor, this isn’t normal.” Her shoulders dropped with the weight of the situation weighing her down from standing up to a nearby moss-covered boulder. 

“Back at the office, seeing that giant eyeball staring back at me was horrifying enough, but now that we were literally a foot stomp away from being made into pancakes…” Ellie started to babble as she sunk further into those baseline human feelings that first show up when their whole understanding of existence has been challenged.

 “Not going to lie, I felt like running.” Admitting that out loud made her feel like actual scum of the earth. Her hands clapped together and brought them to her crown with a desperate inhale. Was Motor’s awkward stare down and dirt-kicking coming off as judgemental? It was. According to Ellie it was. 

“So uh… Jason actually likes her back huh?” Motor asked, his stomach sinking from his doubt being proven wrong after all this time. He cringed as he frustratedly brushed his curly mess of hair in a declaration of being agitated. “Kinda messed up, he hasn't noticed by now she’s basically throwing herself at him this whole time. Seriously I haven’t seen her this down bad in years… The giant idiot has been leading her on?!” 

Those words weren’t going to fly, not on Ellie’s watch. She straightened her posture to glare at Motor and pointed aggressively at him. 

 “He isn’t leading her on!” she scolded back as she folded her arms, “It’s complicated, he doesn’t have a single idea that she likes him back.”

 “Then why don’t he, oh, I don’t know, JUST FUCKING TELL HER?” His patience dwindled as he paced around trying to not focus his anger on a person but the ground below him. “This whole star-crossed lover shtick got old the minute Natasha told me she liked him,” Motor spouted as he paced back and forth angrily, “I straight up told her that ain’t going to turn out because he’s a self-absorbed, spineless chicken!”

 The silence from Ellie pulled him away from his anger when he noticed she didn’t retaliate with his argument. She was sadly staring down at her battling thumbs, not sure what to say to that. “I know it looks bad,” she finally opened up to answer, “But they would definitely get terminated by Atlas if their feelings were known, and you know both of them have so much to lose.” 

Motor opened his mouth but it seemed he ran out of arguments. While he didn’t give a single shit about Atlas in the slightest, he knew that Natasha really cared about her career. 

Instead of continuing to bicker, he just took a seat on the boulder of shame next to Ellie and clumsily patted her back as they just let the silence of the forest do all the talking for the both of them. After a good minute Motor broke the silence first. “Capitalism can suck it.” Ellie sighed. “This is completely out of my league, Like, what do we do now?” She questioned not only herself but opened the suggestion to Motor. 

“We turn him into a superhero,” Motor delivered to her, which he continued before she could object. “Wait- let me finish, this is going to be helpful I swear.” He was granted permission by Ellie to go further into his wildly off-course suggestion just to see where he could have been going with it. 

Motor stepped back from the boulder with his hands gesturing to the area where a giant had been having a self pity moment.

 “If I learned anything from superhero movies, I know for sure that weird junk like this doesn’t happen for no reason,” he continued, as he closed his eyes to envision the classic hero origin story from the perspective of a common movie fanatic thinking of theories that could possibly happen in the next few chapters of Jason’s life.

 “You see, I think we’re at that part of the movie we figured out what makes him tick, it can’t be an unimportant plot point because that’d be dumb.” Motor spoke as his hands landed on his hips while his huff blew the tufts of his mess of curly bangs as he kept tacking on information,

 “There’s gotta be a reason for him to have super powers,”  The obviously confused Ellie sat there on the rock trying to find what connections Motor could be talking about and why in the world he’s bringing up fictional terms into this real life situation.

As if Motor could read her thoughts, he continued his spiel while scratching his baby beard, “Could be connected to Natasha, whatever Jason’s past is or something completely unrelated. Who knows?, The thing we need to worry about is,” Motor then talked grimly as he bent down to be eye level with the clearly nervous college student, 

“Whatever it is- Jason needs to be big to stand a chance.” 

It was completely unheard of to Ellie to take whatever comes out of Motor’s mouth with a grain of seriousness. In that bleak moment, the realization of impending doom crawled into her head. Being exposed to a phenomenon that broke her view of real world physics and scale had made her become more receptive to the idea. While Motor’s superhero rant is silly, she had to be there for her friends. Even if she was far from equipped to deal with it. 

No matter if it was just conjecture- it was all they had left. The big nerd has a point for once. 

“Well uhm… I guess we could help him adjust to this… thing.” Ellie asked as her eyes slowly met Motor’s with color fading from her face.

“Bingo,” Motor responded. 

Thunk

CRASH

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Jason couldn’t tell how long he’d been lonesome. Despite having a small fling in secondary school with a girl, well, it wasn’t a legitimate fling so much as it was the ending punchline to that girl’s sick joke to her friend group that lasted about 12 hours.

 Never forgive or forget Tracey. 

Lucky his teenage heart was broken not out of legitimate love for the girl but the pride of being in a relationship. He learned that he never cared for the race to be someone’s boyfriend or that ladies man nonsense. For years he concluded he just simply wasn’t meant to be attracted to anyone and let that matter rest, because he’d rather not place the burden of love on somebody. He’d always figured he’d be a terrible romantic partner. 

Sure, he idealized romance in his favorite rom-coms and paperback novels which didn’t hurt anyone, though one could say his tastes in quality media suffered. It was for the best he’d keep to himself and do the simple task of just having good friends in his life because that’s all he needed. He absolutely botched the plan when he realized he’d fallen head over heels for Natasha. It happened so abruptly that he could pinpoint the moment his heart decided that she was the one. It was a Saturday night after work when the gang decided to get drinks at this local indie band bar that Ellie suggested. It was just a few pints and music for crying out loud. Cupid must have had it out for him, because in a moment his friend of three years suddenly became the most attractive woman on Earth.

 Strange part was that nothing changed about her, she looked the same, acted the same and seemed to brighten the room the same. Nothing about it was her fault- just his dumb mediocre man feelings. 

She doesn’t deserve him. The bloody monster. Reflection time was abruptly shattered when Jason's body collided with the wooden pikes surrounding him. The tree pressing against his glasses and threatening to poke his eye served as a painful wake-up call, bringing him back to reality. With a sharp yelp, Jason jolted and surveyed his transformed surroundings. The boulders had morphed into skipping stones, and the trees appeared more fragile than before.

As the pieces fell into place in his mind, Jason let out a pitiful grumble. "Now I can't even wallow about my love life without everything shrinking around me? Unbelievable!" he exclaimed in a mixture of annoyance and desperation.

Attempting to gauge his own size, Jason estimated that the towering Douglas firs must have been at their maximum height, around 30 meters. That meant he had to be over 40 meters tall himself, considering the sticks around him only reached his lower chest. The thought induced a cringe that resonated throughout his entire being. 

Why did he have to be good at math?

This made Jason feel like throwing up, though he held back on following through because of the consequences of getting sick everywhere. 

Frustrated and questioning the purpose of his brain, Jason pushed himself up to gaze at the dark gray clouds gathering over Seattle, seemingly poised for an extended stay.

At least there was something looming above him, for the time being. Jason's mind began to wander, contemplating whether he could reach such heights to devour cumulonimbus clouds as if they were fluffy cotton candy. The thought sent a shiver down his spine, but he quickly pulled himself together, realizing that would be just absurd.

This was too weird for him. 

“Out of all the curses in the world, I had to get gigantic, didn’t I?” Jason asked the nonexistent crowd with a strong distaste, “For Pete's sake, I would have taken being turned into stone or a vampire even! At least then I’d be able to fit in a house..” 

He clenched his fists with a large inhale, tensing himself up before exhaling a wind that blew through the quiet woods like a sudden, harsh spring gust. Covering his mouth once again with a startle, Jason took a second before huffing out a smaller, less affecting sigh.

 “How am I supposed to live like this?” He asked no one. No one responded with silence and small trembles of animals escaping the scene.

 Jason could already sense his mind trying to fill the void with the usual daydreaming which unfortunately, had romance most of the time. In defeat of calming himself down, His eyes searched the land for something to distract himself with- what he had at his disposal was trees. Fantastic. 

Jason reached his hand to touch one fateful douglas fir trunk as his whole body laid on the ground. In an attempt to distract himself from the panic swirling inside him, he sought solace in fiddling with something to turn off his overactive imagination. His enormous fingers gently cradled the trunk of the tree and slowly moved the tip of his fingers against the aging bark. His colossal fingers flinched away from surprise in a brief moment, he had expected the bark to feel completely smooth as his eyes told him, but it felt rough.  

“Woah, isn’t this bizarre?, “ Jason remarked, his voice filled with astonishment. His fingers continued to explore the tree trunk, brushing against the curves of the bark that his eyes alone could not detect, “Like- I can still feel all of your crevices and all that… How?” 

Driven by his curiosity, Jason leaned in closer to the trunk, his eyes widening with excitement. He realized that by focusing his attention, he could perceive even more intricate details of the trunk's curves and weathered wrinkles, each marking a chapter in the tree's long history. The bumps scattered across the surface became distinct under his scrutiny, and he could now discern the individual pine needles with remarkable clarity. It was a newfound perspective, one that revealed the tree's hidden beauty in ways he had never imagined before.

 Incredible, he had thought. 

Eyesight was one of those things he’d struggle with needing his glasses to be able to see far-sighted. His ability to see objects up close was serviceable but he'd never been able to pick out details to this extent. 

The excitement surged through his veins, causing his hand to tightly grip the tree trunk as a radiant smile spread across his face. "This is incredible... Could I have done this before?"

However, his blissful moment was abruptly shattered by a sharp snap that echoed in his ears. In an instant, the tree returned to its smooth appearance, devoid of any discernible details. Jason's elation turned to dismay as he realized the consequences of his newly acquired strength. His hand recoiled from the trunk, revealing the broken remnants where his fingers had once tightly clenched. The once-mighty tree, which had weathered countless storms and endured the tests of time, now stood fractured and vulnerable, like a worn-down pencil shattered by an overwhelming force.

Jason lowered down so that his face was a few mere meters away from the afflicted tree with a guilt ridden gaze. “I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to-! …God,” Jason’s panicked guilt turned into unfolding shame. He huffed before brushing his bangs away from his face. “Jason, you're apologizing to a tree for pete's sake.” 

Then why did he feel so bad about it? It’s not like the tree has the capability to forgive him right? He couldn’t even forgive himself. 

Jason also heard another thing with his excellent ears, the sound of crackling and birds screaming as they evacuated their homes. Before he could react, the towering timber leaned precariously, its weight shifting, until it finally crashed onto Jason's head with a resounding thud. A pained yelp escaped his lips, causing an eerie silence to descend upon the once lively surroundings.

With trembling fingers, Jason attempted to push the fallen tree back into its original position, his voice filled with desperation as he whimpered, "No, no! It's alright! Everything is fine!" For a fleeting moment, his efforts seemed to have some effect. 

“See? Good as new!” The creaking sound disagreed however and the tree made its second fall onto Jason’s face. Again.  

He dug his fingers into his knees as he stewed there with a tree adorning his forehead. Against his better judgment he made another large tidal wave of air flow through the forest aggressively.

“What the hell are you doing!?” Motor yelled out as Ellie and him scrambled into the clearing. 

“Destroying the environment, that's about it.” Jason responded solemnly, still with the tree resting on his forehead. 

He didn’t bother looking behind him because he could hear someone making an impressive low whistle. Ellie raced past Motor in a fit, "Are you okay?!" She yelled, pushing through the knee-high grasses and bushes as he bolted towards Jason. The giant hardly had any time to react and had only managed to raise his head off of the ground, letting the dead tree slide off of his nose. 

"Woah hold on a minute don’t get close to-" Jason's warning was cut short by a gentle force pressing against his lower leg. Swinging his head downward, he discovered a tiny figure attempting to grasp his ankle in a panicked embrace. It felt more like a light pinch than a warm hug, but the gesture was appreciated.

Figuring he already knew who was coddling him, the idea of using his newfound ability to focus on her came to mind, and he saw no harm in giving it a shot. Squinting his eyes and concentrating, Jason directed his attention towards Ellie. His head bent downward, his eyes squinting intensely.

In a sudden moment of clarity, the details came into view. He noticed Ellie's blonde, soft bangs brushing against his diamond patterned wool socks, and the elegant tattoos adorning her arms. Underneath her pushed-up sleeve, he caught a glimpse of a wrapped-up bandage on her upper arm. Her grimace was hidden as she buried her face into his sock, holding on tightly for a few more seconds.

“Come on, let him go.” Motor spoke up, “Gulliver said he didn’t want to be touched.” Ellie jolted off of him while patting herself down with shaky hands. “Oh geez- s-sorry dude, I… I just...” Ellie sputtered out embarrassingly as Jason pulled his head back to not scare her further.

 “It’s quite alright Ellie, the hug was nice.” Jason commented as he pulled himself slowly around so he was facing his mini coworkers. He traced his finger in the ground to lightly pet the grass with his finger tips. “This whole ‘giant’ thing has gotten me out of sorts,” Jason began to explain to his audience of two people, reaching his hands up to his face to flex them. 

“It’s not just that everything is small… Compared to me I mean, but I can- well. I don’t know how to explain this without sounding like I’m on some heavy drugs,”

 “Too late for that!” Motor interrupted proudly. 

Jason tried to sputter his words out to scold the little trouble maker without busting anyone’s ear drums. “No-NO! Oh my go- Motor please let me explain! I think I have, oh I don’t know, super focus or something!” 

Jason Leaned a bit forward to look down upon his friends, nervously smiling and trying his best to seem non-threatening as if trying to persuade a feral cat to become best friends. Ellie and Motor looked at each other in confusion. 

“Like- If I have my attention on something for long enough I can actually see and hear it just as if I was normal.” Jason continued to explain, bringing his eyes to track Motor this time and tried to dart his gaze on his clothing. Motor tried to speak up to ask what the heck Jason was even going on about, but he caught his tongue when he noticed Jason’s expression turned from a friendly inspection to a mischievous smirk. Motor hated that look, he could smell the superiority from all the way down there. 

Didn’t help Jason’s hulking form started to lean down towards him menacingly with that disgusting smugness filling his vision. Motor tried to step back a little bit when he saw that Jason’s hand was heading towards him. The audacity of this giant jerk. Motor gawked and yelled out:

“Hey, HEY! HEY! I THOUGHT YOU DIDN’T WANT TO BE TOUCHED.” 

The hand turned into a fist as it was a few meters away and Jason’s earl gray scented breath sent shivers down Motor’s spine. Was this a sick joke? Is Jason about to take his revenge on all those head rubs Motor has tormented him with? He braced himself and waited for… whatever the heck Jason was thinking of doing to him. When nothing happened, Motor peaked his eyes open and realized that Jason’s index finger was pointing down at him just a car lengths away from his chest. “You have a barbecue stain on your jacket.” … “I actually hate you.”  

#g/t #giant tiny #heart thump #gt community #gt writing #writing #giant #gt #giant/tiny #size difference

[pjshermann]

do you have willem headcanons. and may we know them

Ohohohoho I fucking love A Little Life headcanons I’ll never shut up about it

These are my Willem headcanons

- Is a Yankees fan, so he and Harold (A Red Sox fan) have gotten into many arguments over their respective teams

- Despite being very pale, he tans really good. Rarely gets sunburnt

- Was short growing up, then hit a massive growth spurt in middle school

- As a young boy, he would often create and put on one-man skits to entertain Hemming. This was how he discovered his love for acting

- Similarly to Jude, he has rough, muscular hands because he grew up helping his parents with work on the ranch

- Sometimes uses Swedish nicknames/petnames for his friends

- On his high-school football team, he was the wide receiver

- Celebrated St. Lucia’s day growing up, but stopped as he got older and left for college. Then, after his parents passed, he began to celebrate it again to remember them

- When he did track in high-school, he excelled the most in long-distance running

- Writes all of his notes and reminders in Swedish.

- He’s gotten completely used to seeing it, but on very rare occasions (usually on days where he finds himself remembering Hemming more intensely) he will sometimes look at Jude’s wheelchair and feel slightly sad because it makes him recall Hemming’s wheelchair. He has never mentioned this to Jude, because he knows Caleb used a similar reasoning as an excuse to hurt Jude.

- Annoys the makeup artists/hair stylists on set because he’s very antsy and fidgety in his chair. Can’t sit still for the life of him. They only tolerate him because he’s very genuinely apologetic about it

- Uses his grandfather’s silver mug as his coffee (when he stopped drinking coffee, tea) mug

- Back when the boys used to go to Pho Viet Huong, he was the one who most often got sick from the food

#I LOVE HEADCANONS!!!! #im so silly for them #a little life #a little life play #een klein leven #a little life book #willem ragnarsson #headcanons #a little life headcannons

[jeonqkooks]

strictly platonic | jjk (teaser)

READ THE FULL FIC HERE. posted 17.07.22

Sometimes, Jungkook can be a little selfish; and sometimes, the lengths you would go to for his happiness mean relinquishing your own.

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre/warnings: best friends to lovers, college au, fake dating(ish) au, pining!, fluff, angst, smut

release date: TBD. hopefully by the beginning of july

word count: 788 for the teaser (final word count should be at least 10k, we shall see)

note: posting the teaser to actually put some pressure on me to finish this fic instead of letting it collect dust among my wips. also can y’all tell that i got lazy with the banner lol 😭

— if you’d like to be tagged when the fic gets released, go here and fill out the form ♡

Over the years, you have accumulated a list of annoying things about Jeon Jungkook.

He’s very loud, and has absolutely zero subtlety. He’s competitive—perhaps to an alarming extent—and chews with his mouth open sometimes. He’s way too stubborn for his own good and would rather eat soap than admit he’s in the wrong. He’s childish and full of pride at the same time, which is always a combination for disaster.

He can be selfish though he doesn’t mean to; maybe it’s just a side effect of being an overgrown baby. He needs to cuddle when either of you sleeps over, or else he gets agitated and won’t stop whining until you slot yourself into his side.

Jungkook hogs the blanket. He forces you to go on 6AM runs with him. He thinks everything you own is also his by extension, but not vice versa. He constantly blasts music while you’re trying to study, and only turns it down a couple notches when you threaten to tell his mom about that time he was in middle school and broke one of her precious vases, but somehow managed to pin it on the dog.

Despite all that, Jungkook is very charming, effortlessly so. Ever since he had that growth spurt at 14, girls started flocking to his side and vying for his attention, and surprisingly, his previously quiet self morphed into someone more confident and outspoken.

Throughout high school and now halfway into university, Jungkook has become the person that guys wanted to be, and girls wanted to be with.

He looks as if Apollo had descended from the heavens and made himself home among mere mortals. With fluffy dark hair, sparkly Bambi eyes, a jawline that can cut glass, and a well-toned body underneath his oversized hoodies, he’s the textbook definition of “boyfriend material”. Wherever he goes, Jungkook just exudes that charisma that makes people stop and say, “Wow. That. I want that. Where do I get myself someone like that? Do they sell them on Amazon?”

He’s smart in that casual and infuriating way where he still manages to ace all his classes without ever really trying. All his professors adore him even though he’s almost always late to class and hands in his assignments at least a few days after the submission deadline without giving any kind of notice or excuse.

Jungkook seems like the total package—someone that mothers would love to call their son-in-law. (But, not everyone is privy to all his flaws like you are.)

And if all of that isn’t enough to knock the pants off of every wide-eyed college-aged girl, he’s a Fine Arts major who looks like he came straight out of a Pinterest moodboard, who wears a pair of those thin-rimmed glasses in class that always makes the TA just a little distracted. Who carries around a leather-bound journal wherever he goes like he’s a Shakespearean protagonist, just in case inspiration strikes and he needs a place for his sketches. It’s the journal that you saved up for three months to get him as a high school graduation gift, but also the very same one that everyone on campus daydreams about having a page dedicated to them in it.

There are, however, a couple of downsides to having godly looks and being the campus heartthrob.

You reckon this inconveniences you more than it does him. You can’t recall how many girls have come up to you for advice on how to approach him. Or how many love notes you’ve been asked to pass since ninth grade, only for him to skim and toss them.

(Jungkook doesn’t actually throw them away; he just never responds to any of them, thereby bestowing upon you the honor of watching smiles drop from eager lips when you regurgitate the same lines of “Sorry, he’s not looking to date right now” to his admirers.)

The attention gets to his head sometimes, but at least he’s never contracted the same asshole disease that guys get whenever someone throws a couple of looks their way.

You’re his messenger of heartbreak, as he once so annoyingly called it. It helps that he’s your best friend, and you make him treat you to a nice meal after each time. If it happens to be someone especially persistent who would constantly badger you unless you gave them his phone number, he would throw in five extra coffees for all your troubles.

What doesn’t make it easier, though, is the fact that you’re also one of those lovestruck girls whose hearts he breaks on a daily basis, but you’ll never let him in on that little secret.

You’ve known him nearly all your life, and you’ve been in love with him for half that time.

— all rights reserved © jeonqkooks. reposting, translating and/or modifying is not permitted by any means.

#jungkook #jungkook x reader #jungkook fluff #jungkook smut #jungkook angst #bts fic #bts x reader #bts fluff #bts smut #bts angst #bts scenarios #jeon jungkook #fic: strictly platonic

[lokislytherin]

streamer daniel au?

ok so i’m a vtuber watcher right. i Get the parasocial thing. lemme get to it im just gonna make this in bullet points

1) daniel is a streamer: he’s wannabe pro gamer! went from “i’m gonna game and beat up enemies as stress relief bc i get bullied irl” as a middle schooler to a high schooler being like “actually i can make some good money out of this” bc he got a growth spurt and went from og daniel to current daniel, his real name is park hyungseok (they all use their korean names) but he streams under the name ‘daniel’ and wears a mask to prevent being completely doxxed. it was beomjae’s idea bc you can’t tell me he’s also a gamer (he and daniel are a lot closer in this bc 1) jay does not go to the same skl 2) vasco and jinsung are not gamers and they both want Gamer Bros yk and daniel is hilarious when he malds he daipans and everything and beomjae has the time of his life watching daniel scream at npcs)

2) daniel uses pet names a lot: he calls people baby, sweetheart, honey, jagiya bc he’s a pretty boy and fansa pays SO WELL. he also does bfe sometimes so imagine he’s like vox akuma from nijisanji en fourth wave luxiem. hot guy with a smooth, comforting voice calls you baby. i’d be dead in seconds. people like lala kim eat that shit up

3) you know who also eats that up? hong jaeyeol. bc he’s gay and daniel is like The hot guy who coincidentally plays the same video games as jaeyeol (who games bc he’s a hikikomori loser /j), it starts from jaeyeol going “yo jaehye look there’s a guy who plays this game too i’m not the only one” to “o fuck he made me a mod bc i helped him bonk the backseaters” to “he. he just called me baby. excuse me im gonna pass out” (’jace’ is daniel’s other mod. the duality of having nice mod ‘asdf’ (jaeyeol) and mean mod ‘jacepogg’ (beomjae))

4) they graduate from high school and they end up at the same uni (STEM major jay? med jay? law jay? poll needed? + compsci major jace + business major daniel, they’re all in the same free elective (still unknown) with the rest of the j high gang) and hyungseok catches jaeyeol playing the video game (bc he’s bored, he’s just taking this for the credits he alr knows all the content) and he’s like “YO. you’re good” and jaeyeol’s like !!!!! bc those are daniel’s eyes?? is this guy daniel?? daniel his ‘celeb’ crush is sitting next to him??

5) they become friends and at some point jaeyeol casually reveals he’s a yt mod for a gamer and hyungseok like wait. WAIT. and the reveal actually happens bc daniel’s mod ‘asdf’ and hyungseok’s bestie hong jaeyeol text the same way + react the same way to being called pet names

#i sent scarle my first superchat ever bc first month anniversary of her membership (gifted memba thankuuuu) #me: might not be able to make it to ur bday stream tmr but i hope you know that ily scarle wub u MUAH #her (currently with a sore throat and half a voice): awww thank you rina you're so sweet i love you baby muah #me on the verge of passing out: s- supa virginity t-tskr- #when she calls me by name i go 🥺 #she called me honey once and baby today and i was just like. zoning out for the next five minutes recalling the memory #i write jay well bc like him i am also a simp for individuals of the same gender as me (real) #lookism #lookism au #lookism fic #ficling? #janiel #jaeseok #hong jaeyeol #jay hong #daniel park #park hyungseok

[ddaeng-danvers]

fleeting moments and daydreams

pairings: dick grayson x reader, jason todd x reader, damian wayne x reader, gar logan x reader

genre: fluff, general musings

summary: homage to my dc fictional crushes

warnings: discussion of nightmares, anxiety, general canon violence

a/n: i haven’t written in a long time but here we are...this is what happens when i get into simp mode

masterlist

dick grayson (as robin)

*reader is a meta-human on the young justice team, she has similar powers to Black Canary*

You know that the sweet yet predictable knock on the door is simply a gesture. You know Dick is coming to check up on you, regardless of your response. 

A recent mission left you with a few broken ribs, a hefty amount of bruising, and a concussion. Nothing a couple weeks of rest and low-profile couldn’t fix, and you would gladly use any excuse to get out of Dinah’s training and to finish the books you’ve had no time to read. 

Dick waltzes in, wearing your Gotham Academy hoodie that somehow still fits him (though you have a feeling he’ll finally reach his growth spurt sometime soon). His hair is messy, and his eyes are tired. He looks exhausted. You give him a smile and a small huff of amusement. 

“How you doing, Boy Wonder?” Dick gives a small chuckle in response. 

“School’s been rough without you. No one to gossip with, or cheat off of.” You laugh despite the ache in your chest. 

“I’m surprised the Bat hasn’t caught on to your suddenly high grades.” Dick smiles and moves from the doorway to sit on the edge of your bed. You can tell he’s keeping his distance. “You’re not going to hurt me, silly bird. Come here.” He scoots to move his back against the headboard, and you lean your head against his shoulder. 

“You need to get better soon, patrol is miserable without you.” Dick’s comforting presence and smell are already sending you off into dreamland. His hand drags up and down your arm, tracing your veins and the outline of finally fading bruises. “Sleep well, birdy.” 

dick grayson (as nightwing)

*reader is a meta-human, she has similar powers to Black Canary*

The only thing better than waking up on a sweet, warm Sunday morning…is being woken up by Dick Grayson falling in the shower after a night of patrol. 

Normally Dick is lithe and quiet enough to make it through the window, into the shower, and under the covers without waking you or Haley, but not tonight. The thud sent Haley running to the bathroom door tapping and scratching at the floorboards. 

“Shh, Haley everything’s fine.” You groan as you turn over in bed, using a pillow to muffle the noise. The puppy continues to bark and paw at the door. It seems she won’t be settled until she can discover what caused such a stark, sudden noise from the bathroom. With a grumble, you throw off the covers and stumble to the shut door to the bathroom. But as soon as you reach to turn the knob, the door swings open. 

“You miss me that much?’ Dick asks with a swirk slapped across his face. 

“You’re acting far too cocky for this late at night.” You laugh. Dick looks down at Haley, who is sitting calmly and politely at the sight of her owner. 

“At least someone is excited to see me.” Dick smiles and leans down to pet Haley. Now that the dog is calm, you find yourself stumbling back to bed and Dick isn’t far behind you. 

“How was the patrol?” You ask once Dick finally finds himself by your side. He wraps his arm around your shoulder, urging you to come closer and lay by his side. 

“Nothing eventful, I’m much better now that I’m next to you.”

“I’ve known you for too long for you to be flirting with me like that.” You laugh. 

“Well,” Dick muses, “I gotta keep you around somehow.” 

jason todd (as robin)

*reader is a non-meta-human on the titans team, with similar training to batgirl, spoiler, etc.*

“It’s the middle of the night, Jason your music is too fucking loud! And what in the hell are you listening to?” Jason is laying on the floor of his room, staring at the ceiling. There’s a vinyl spinning on his record player, something heavy and loud with absolutely no rhythm. “Hello? Earth to Jason?” 

He startles suddenly, like he didn’t realize you were there. “Sorry, spaced out.” He mumbled. 

“You sure you’re okay?” Jason doesn’t say much, but you can read the expression on his face. “Did you have a nightmare?” Jason nods, ever so slightly. “Do you want to talk about it?” A few beats of silence pass through the room. 

“I don’t really remember much, I just felt afraid, like something was wrong. A-and I woke up on the floor all sweaty and something just feels wrong-” 

“Hey, hey you're hyperventilating, take a deep breath for me, Jay. In-and-out, just like this.” You give him a demonstration, and when he seems to have some control you move your hands to cradle his face. “I’m gonna change this vinyl okay? To something a bit more relaxing, and I’m gonna get you a change of clothes.” Jason nods, his breathing approaching normal. After a quick flip of the vinyl you snatch the closest clean shirt and hoodie out of his dresser and come back down to his spot on the floor. He changes hastily, and you pick up his dirty clothes and throw them towards the basket in his closet. You begin to pick up his room, hoping a cleaner space will clear his mind a bit. 

“Can you come here?” You look up from his floor, and Jason’s sitting on his bed with his head in his knees. You drop what you’re holding, and sit next to him. He turns his head out of his knees and looks at you. His eyes are glassy, and he looks beyond exhausted. “Can you stay here tonight? I think I’ll be able to sleep better if you stay.” 

“Jason, of course I’ll stay.” You run a hand through his hair. “C’mon, let's go to sleep.’ You both tuck under the covers, and Jason wraps his arms around your middle. 

Neither of you wake until the following afternoon. 

jason todd (as red hood)

*reader is a non-meta-human, working as a nursing student*

“Sometimes I think you’re only dating me because I can patch you up so well.” You joke, because it seems humor is your only way to cope with the amount of fear and anxiety rushing through your head.

“Baby, I’m dating you for all kinds of other reasons too.” Jason laughs, which you take as an opportunity to close up his last stitch, causing him to wince at the stinging pain. 

“Sorry, sorry!” You startle. You hate seeing him in pain, but the alternative is to let him bleed out on your already dirty bathroom floor. “That was the last of them, Jay. All done.” He lets out a deep breath, a sigh of relief. 

“You’re gonna be one hell of a nurse, let me tell you that.” Jay laughs. You laugh along with him, leaning your head against his sternum. 

“I’m only so good because I have such a lovely test subject.” You press two chaste kisses to his collar and his cheek. “Do you need help showering?” Jason shakes his head. 

“No, you’ve helped me enough. I’ll be in bed in a few minutes.” You help Jason stand, and he’s steady, it’s clear that he’s been through worse. You help him pull off his outerwear and compression clothes, throwing them in a pile near the door. You lean in to turn on the water, making sure it’s warm enough for comfort and cold enough as not to disturb his bruises. Once he’s all in and settled, you pick the pile of bloody laundry off the floor. 

“I’ll be in our room.” You announce as you head to throw his clothes in the washer. By the time you’ve sorted everything and cleaned the blood off his chestpiece, he’s already waiting in your room, dressed, and laying down. You move to lay down next to him, and realize he’s already picked out your nightly read. 

“In the mood for a bit of Austen?’ 

damian wayne 

*reader is a non-meta-human…both are seniors in high school*

You wonder what prompted you to rearrange your room shortly after you started dating Damian. At first you assumed there was no correlation. You wanted a change, so you moved your bed from the middle of the wall to the corner, so it was pressed up against a window. You moved the rest of your furniture accordingly and viola, a nice change. Nothing more, nothing less. 

But now, you think it was some subconscious part of you predicting the future, because now you now your boyfriend is not only the son of a billionaire, but Batman’s one-and-only bird-themed sidekick who loves to crash through your window at odd hours of the night while he’s out on patrol. 

Normally, it’s all innocent. Damian just wants to check up on you while he’s making his nightly rounds. But every once in a while, he’s got a bit more on his mind. Tonight, he’s clumsy. He struggles opening the window, he stumbles right over your legs and manages to roll over onto the floor. As you wake up from your slumber, you notice that he’s breathing hard, harder than usual. And he’s not wearing his Robin uniform. Only a solid navy blue hoodie and gray sweatpants. 

“Were you out on patrol?’ You mumble sleepily. Damian has since moved back into your bed and underneath the covers. His breathing is somehow still heavy and erratic, despite having time to relax after making it through your window. “Damian?”

“Um, no. I was not on patrol.” You suddenly feel much more awake, your head filled with questions. If he wasn’t on patrol, then what was he doing in your room at three in the morning? But before you could even ask, he answered, “I had a nightmare. Just wanted to make sure you were okay, beloved.” 

“I’m alright Damian. I promise.” Immediately, just with your words, he begins to calm. “Now let’s go to sleep. You just have to be gone-”

“Yes, beloved, I know. By seven.” The two of you lay together, quiet, breathing syncing. “But for now, sleep.” 

bonus: gar logan

*reader is a meta-human on the titans team, with the power to read minds*

At first, being saved by Dr. Caulder seemed like an honor and a privilege. He saved you from certain death, and gave you the gift of telepathy, something you could use to be better. But on days like today, you cursed the ground that man walked on, and only wished he could see and feel all the pain he has caused. 

This morning, you were woken up not only by the aching in your legs and core as a result of training from the day before, but a splitting, mind-numbing migraine, which is a direct result of your gift. Gar only noticed something was wrong when you didn’t come out of your room for your morning coffee, so he decided it would only be right to deliver it to you. 

He cracked open the door, expecting you to be hiding away somewhere in the dark. He’s been with you through enough of these episodes to know what to expect. “Hey, you doing alright in there, bub?” Your only reply is a softly mumbled no. The door closes with a gentle click, and Gar’s footsteps to your bed sound like stomps. He sits by your feet, and sets a few things down on your nightstand, as softly as he can. 

“I’m sorry you aren’t feeling well,” He whispers. I left some coffee and water on the table, okay?” You nod, making a light swish swish with the blanket. Gar leans over, takes two pills out of a bottle, and taps your shoulder. “Bub, I’m sorry, can you just sit up for me real quick, just for some medicine.” You sit up slowly, as not to disturb your head any more than it already is. Gar hands you the medicine, and you take it as you have hundreds of times before. 

“I’ll leave you be, bub. Text me if you need anything.” As Gar makes a move to stand, you reach out and grab his wrist. 

“Stay, please.” You whisper. Gar nods and swiftly makes his way around the bed to your other side. He tucks himself under the covers, and lets you grab at his arm and squeeze his hand through the rest of the pain.

#dc #dc comics #dick grayson #nightwing #jason todd #red hood #robin #damian wayne #gar logan #beast boy #garfield logan #dc comics imagine #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson imagine #jason todd imagine #jason todd x reader #nightwing imagine #nightwing x reader #red hood imagine #red hood x reader #damian wayne imagine #damian wayne x reader #gar logan imagine #gar logan x reader

[jedibongrip]

Bp anakin wants to learn how to have some stamina and not to nut the minute someone goes down on him so he asks his master to teach him 🥺

hi i went insane again and made a one shot about this: ready to launch

read under the cut but check out the link for tags and whatnot

The first time Anakin realized what his cunt was for, it was mostly by accident. A growth spurt left his pants just a bit too tight, the seam bisecting his crotch. He laughed with Obi-Wan about how silly he looked, the hem of the pants ending high on his ankle before going to class. It was only when he sat down that he felt the pressure on his cunt, pressing and grinding against him with every movement. He squirmed, blushing and sweaty, but it only served to rub him more. In the end, Anakin excused himself to the washroom, touching himself through his clothes until he shuddered. It took so little to get there, just an extra press of his fingers before his legs shook and he had to lean against the door for support. When he returned to his room later that day and peeled off his clothes, there was a string of slick connecting his pussy to his underwear, a little wet patch right in the middle. When he ran his fingers through the wet lips, another zing of pleasure shot through him. 

It was the start of Anakin’s love affair with his body. Every chance he got, he was shoving fingers inside himself, rubbing himself, finding objects with the right level of soft firmness to grind against. All it took was thinking about touching his little cunt, how wet it felt, the smoothness of its lips, the sounds it made when he stuck three, four fingers in, and he was making excuses to sneak out of class or meditation or mock negotiations. 

Obi-Wan certainly did not approve of Anakin’s frequent tardiness, but he never asked why Anakin always returned flushed and relaxed. Perhaps he knew, Anakin sometimes thought. His master was very smart and no stranger to carnal pleasures himself. (And that thought always inspired a new wave of want and pleasure to course through him. His handsome Master, hairy chest bared, muscles straining, sweaty as he fucked or got fucked. Anakin imagined what Obi-Wan would look like in Anakin’s bed, showing him pleasure even more adult than shy teenage masturbation.)

Anakin became so well-acquainted with his body that, if he wanted, it would only take a few touches to come. Some nights he would draw it out, building up to a grand finale, making him muffle his sounds into his pillow. But most often, like in so many other aspects of his life, Anakin valued speed. Wanted to reach that peak of pleasure as quickly and as powerfully as he could, basking in a full-body warmth until he was ready to go again. It was great. It was fun. 

It did not prepare him for being with other people, though. If Anakin was fast by himself, it went at lightspeed with others. The novelty of having someone else’s hands on him, having someone look at him, consumed with desire, something as close to love as Anakin could get, shot through him like a blaster bolt every time. And at first, it was cute. His partners would get an ego, thinking that it was skill or beauty that reduced Anakin to a mewling mess. They’d whisper filthy things and try to move forward. But each attempt would push Anakin further and further until his pussy ached and tears filled his eyes and he would push whatever padawan he shacked up with away. 

He was ready to have sex, for real, but his body wasn’t, still stuck behaving like he had never experienced touch before. Anakin only started to care when his agemates, the ones who always sent him winks and pulled him into empty classrooms, stopped looking at him with desire. When he spoke to them, flirted with them, in his awkward, clumsy way, they didn’t smile or laugh or blush. They looked annoyed. It was only after Aayla told him about his new reputation that he understood what had changed. 

A tease. That’s what they thought he was. A tease, a slut, a pillow princess. What they once thought was fun was now irritating. Other agemates were willing to go further, ones that weren’t as awkward or icy or forceful. No longer looking to fuck him, his fellow padawans saw no reason to invite him to parties or city outings. Sparring and during classes were the only times so many of them spoke to him, acting as if nothing had changed. But things had changed, Anakin knew. And instead of seeing his tendency to come quickly as something convenient, something fun, he saw it as embarrassing. Like he was a kid pretending to be an adult, without the skills or the restraint to sell his role. 

His agemates wouldn’t help him. He couldn’t fix the problem himself. The only person he could ask was his Master. His beautiful, careful Master. Obi-Wan balked and flushed when Anakin asked, a refusal on the tip of his tongue. But Anakin knew how to beg so prettily, and the tears in his eyes weren’t entirely fake. He wanted to push himself and no one pushed him like his master. 

He just didn’t realize how hard it would be, until he was laying in bed - his master’s bed! - naked, legs spread, watching as his master crouched between them. His hair was askew, pushed out of place by his nervous fingers, beard was still groomed to perfection. His eyes focused, staring at Anakin’s pussy. It was already dripping, was the thing. Already wet and pulsing with want. All it took was Obi-Wan’s acceptance to take Anakin to bed, his watchful gaze as he undressed, and Anakin felt like the slightest gust could make him come. 

When Obi-Wan sank to his knees, pulled Anakin’s hips to the edge of the bed, and, without fanfare, without warning, wrapped his lips around Anakin’s needy clit, Anakin didn’t have the time or desire to hold himself back. He let out a shriek of pleasure, thighs clamping around Obi-Wan’s head, hips jerking as he came. He ran his fingers up his tensed stomach, relishing in the dull pain of fingernails on skin. 

Firm hands gripped his legs, spreading them so that Obi-Wan could pull away. His lips and beard were damp. He looked at Anakin, peering through the valley of his legs, with awe, want, and hunger. It made every look anyone else ever gave Anakin feel juvenile and stupid in comparison. 

“I never realized how needy and deprived you were, dear padawan,” Obi-Wan said, kissing Anakin’s thigh. “If only I knew about your wonderful little problem before, I could have helped you long ago.”

Anakin meant to reply with something snarky, but all he could manage was a shuddering inhale as Obi-Wan’s blunt, calloused finger circled his hole. Petting it, almost, getting it covered in wetness. 

“Let’s see if we can’t get two fingers in you before you come again,” Obi-Wan said, in the same way he says Ten more minutes of studying and then we’ll train. “We’ll work our way up to having my cock in you.”

“That might take a while,” Anakin moaned. Already his pussy clenched when Obi-Wan pressed inside him, tingling with too much pleasure. “Master, I need a minute-”

Obi-Wan withdrew his hand and imparted a sharp slap to Anakin’s ass. He yelped, feeling as a drop of come dribbled out of his hole, making its way down his ass. Obi-Wan hummed, almost appraisingly. 

“Well, would you look at that,” he whispered, finger tracing that wet pathway. He grinned and looked at Anakin, looking like he would give anything to consume him. “Don’t worry, Anakin. We’ll train your body together. As long as it takes.” Anakin gave a smile, head flopping back against the mattress as he felt another kiss get pressed to his thigh. “Catch your breath for a moment. Then we’ll try again.”

The words were meant to be reassuring, but all they did was send another pulse of heat up Anakin’s spine. He bit his lip, swallowing a moan when he felt Obi-Wan rubbing his folds. He wanted to make his Master proud, wanted to race ahead and get his fat cock inside him. But his master valued patience. Restraint. Poise. Things that Anakin could admit he was lacking at the moment. 

“Can you,” Anaki swallowed, voice rough. “Can you, afterwards… finish with me?” He raised his head to look when he didn’t get a response. Obi-Wan stared at him, cheeks red, an eyebrow arched. “I’ve never lasted long enough to finish anyone off. I want. I want to watch.” It was humiliating to admit, but the way Obi-Wan’s eyelids fluttered and the way he groaned, replaced any pain with pleasure. “Please, Master.”

“Of course, Anakin,” Obi-Wan whispered. “Of course, I’ll do that for you.” He grinned devilishly. “I’ll fuck your thighs later. Maybe then you’ll have better restraint.”

Anakin doubted he would. But he smiled and nodded shyly, letting warmth fill his body as Obi-Wan once again pressed his lips to his pussy. It would certainly take a while until he had the restraint to fuck. But his master didn’t seem to mind. Suddenly, Anakin felt like he had all the time in the world. He moaned as his thighs started to shake once more. Through their bond, Anakin could sense Obi-Wan was pleased. Maybe, just for a little bit, Anakin wouldn't try to hold back. Just for fun. With the way Obi-Wan was flicking his tongue, it probably didn't matter even if Anakin did try.

He almost laughs when he comes again, when he spots the look of fake-disappoint on Obi-Wan's face.

"Guess we'll just have to keep trying," Anakin pants out.

"Guess so," Obi-Wan sighed. "There are worse ways to spend an evening, I suppose."

It was barely six PM. Anakin bit his lip nervously, realizing that his master planned to spend Force knows how many hours pulling him apart. His eyes were watery from stimulation already, thighs coming together when Obi-Wan tried to touch him again. But he didn't want to push him away. Didn't feel ashamed or tired. He steadied himself and leaned back.

"I'm ready to try again," Anakin said. He wasn't, his body still singing from his master's touches, but it was still so good. "I can do it this time, Master."

He couldn't, and they both knew it. He also knew Obi-Wan was smiling as he leaned back down. Like Obi-Wan said, there were worse ways to spend an evening.

#bongrip answers #bongrip writes #obikin #obikin fic

[phoenix-downer]

Enchanted Neighborhood Chapter 3

~1080 words. Sora/Kairi. Post-Canon. Family AU, SoKai Parents AU. Reunions, Fluff, Winnie the Pooh.

This is a sequel to After Ever After and Love’s Cost. There are five chapters total and the story will update weekly on Fridays.

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5

Summary: Sora joins his kids on their adventure and reunites with an old friend.

Even after she was safe on the ground, Miyu needed a moment to grapple with the fact that Dad was really here. And not just here but de-aged, like she was looking at a photo from years ago that had come to life. 

That was the weirdest part about all of this, seeing him not as the middle-aged man he should be, but as a teenager. As someone around her age. She’d only ever seen him like this in pictures, and seeing him in person like this was unsettling. He was so young, and yet still so… so… Dad. That much was clear as he carefully lowered Emi and caught her in his arms.

“Daddy!” she cried, throwing her arms around his neck. “You look pretty!” 

He raised an eyebrow. “Pretty? Not strong and handsome?”

She giggled and touched his cheek. “Strong and pretty. Your voice is different too. Still Daddy’s voice, but you sound more like Haruto.” 

Emi was right. When he spoke, his voice was a little higher. Still his, but not as deep as it should be. 

“Speaking of Haruto…” He set Emi on the ground, and it was weird how he didn’t tower over her anymore. He was still taller than Emi of course, but Miyu figured she was about Dad’s current height, and Haruto might even be a little taller thanks to his recent growth spurt. 

Yep, the moment Haruto’s feet touched the ground, he was just barely taller than Dad. Just barely. Though maybe that was his wild hair. Then again, Dad’s hair was pretty wild and spiky too, so it was a tossup. 

“This is really weird,” Haruto said, his voice cracking like it had done a lot lately. “Cool, but weird. How old are you supposed to be?” 

Dad twisted this way and that to look at himself. “Sixteen, if I had to guess? Man is this surreal. No aching bones, no creaky joints, no dad bod. And yet I definitely don’t have the brain of a teenager.” He paused for a moment. “Do I? I mean I have all my memories, all my experiences.” He looked at them and smiled. “My kids.”

Miyu found herself smiling back. This was definitely Dad. Some things never changed, no matter what his physical appearance was. That was what Mom always said, that she could see Dad’s heart no matter what, and Miyu wondered if she’d passed that along to them or if Dad’s heart really was that strong. 

“So yeah,” Dad said, “definitely still myself, just younger with the help of some of Merlin’s de-aging magic gone awry.”

“But we wished for you to come here!” Emi said. 

Dad’s eyebrows shot up. “Oh, was that what it was? Maybe that’s why things went so wonky. Wishes and dreams are powerful things, you know.” He smiled softly. “They helped bring me back when I was—”

“Excuse me?” Pooh interrupted. “Might someone put me right-side up?” He was still floating and spinning in slow circles, as anti-gravity spells usually made their targets do (something Miyu and Haruto had discovered by accident, sorry Dad).

“Pooh!” Sora cried. “I’m sorry, I got distracted.” He jumped up and grabbed Pooh, landing gracefully on his feet with the little bear in his arms.

“Sora?” Pooh asked, and Dad’s entire face lit up. He hugged Pooh tightly before setting him down on the ground, then kneeled to be eye-level with him.

“It’s so good to see you.” 

“And it’s good to see you, Sora. But I thought you were supposed to be a grownup.” 

Dad rubbed the back of his neck. “Oh, that. Yeah, I am one. But some special magic let me come visit you again. Sorry it’s been so long.”

“Why did you become a grownup?” 

Dad glanced at the three of them, then smiled softly. “So I could get married and have kids. I see you’ve met them. Well, almost all of them. Kairi and I have another one on the way now too.” 

Miyu bit her lip. So Dad really had given up his friends here to start their family. 

“That’s very good news,” Pooh said. “I hope Kairi is doing well.” 

“She’s doing great, and she sends her regards.” Dad took a deep breath and sighed. “Man is it good to be back.” He stood there for a moment, letting the breeze ruffle his hair and tug at his clothes like an old friend. 

“Daddy? Why are you standing there with your eyes closed?” Emi asked. 

He opened his eyes and smiled. “Because every second is a gift. Every moment is precious. And I wanna treasure them all.” He reached for Pooh’s hand on one side and her hand on the other. “C’mon, you’ve gotta meet my other friends!” 

Emi and Pooh grabbed his hands, and he glanced back at her and Haruto. “You guys too.” He winked and grinned. “You’re not too old for this yet.” 

With that, he and Emi and Pooh took off skipping, leaving her and Haruto behind. Haruto was oddly quiet.

“What is it?” she asked him.

“After Dad got hurt really badly protecting us, I realized he’s not invincible. And in my head, I knew how old he was when he fought Xehanort and stuff too. But today it’s like I’m seeing he’s a normal guy for the first time.” He looked at her and smiled sadly. “I guess it’s just weird seeing him like this, you know? Realizing he was like us once.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Yikes, listen to me, I’m starting to sound like him even.”

“There’s nothing wrong with that,” Miyu said softly. “We are his kids. His legacy. Mom’s too, of course.” She fiddled with her bracelet. “I wish she were here right now, she’d know what to say.”

“Probably something about how she’s glad we got to have a normal childhood.”

“Right. They’ve given up so much for us to have that.” 

“Yeah.” The silence lingered for a few moments, then Haruto slapped on a smile. “Well, guess it’s time to meet more old friends of Dad’s.” 

She nodded. “Guess so.”

Haruto bounded off after Dad, and Miyu was left staring after all of them. She rested a hand over her heart and sighed. 

“Maybe living for someone is just as much of a sacrifice as dying for them,” she said softly. Her words lingered in the air for a moment till they were carried away by the breeze, then she followed after everyone else. 

#kingdom hearts #sokai #sora #kairi #sora x kairi #sora/kairi #kh fanfiction #sokai parents #sokai parents au #sokai family #sokai family au #phoenix writes #phoenix-downer #post-canon #reunions #fluff

[hijinxensues]

The Cloaking Brooch Dilemma - Part 5

RotTMNT Donatello x OC!AFAB

Synopsis: Donatello considered himself, nay, deemed himself the greatest mind of his generation. He was known for his skills as a scientist, inventor, engineer and was a technological genius. Dare he throw in that he was a damn good brother and held the title of being ¼th ‘Protector of New York City’.

He could barely fathom that he didn’t piece together that the pretty barista he was falling for was simultaneously his gaming buddy (might I add, for the last eight years) and was working for Big Mama.

At this very moment, Donatello was sure of two things in his life. One of them being his life was a joke and the second being that he was fraternizing with the enemy.

All because he decided to run errands whilst donning his cloaking brooch.

Warnings: Aged-Up turtles, fluff, Half-Yokai OC, AFAB OC (does use she/her/they pronouns in writing), swearing, light angst

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Ch.5 – Lavender

Donatello is exhausted when he wakes up, which is a regular occurrence between satisfying his brothers need to spend time with him, inventing, hero duties and gaming. He squints at his phone screen and the time blares at him, 11:30am- he had slept in. Their ‘Jupiter Jim’ marathon ran much later than anticipated as Leo had abruptly left halfway through to who-knows-what.

He claps his hands, and the room illuminates in a soft purple. The family had moved around quite a bit, after the battle with Shredder and after the Krang invasion. The lair became bigger and bigger, ready to accommodate the steady increase of inventions he created for his family and the rapid growth spurt all of them went through hitting their early adulthood, he was certain Raphael was still growing, slowly but surely putting on height and width.

Sluggishly he drags himself out of bed, “Shelldon, a coffee please.”

His “lab” was more equivalent to his own penthouse suite attached to the lair than just a lab for experiments and inventions. He had the lab portion mostly separated for safety and sanitization purposes, going past that was more of a loft-living type of area which had a kitchen area with the works as well as a sectioned off part for his sleeping arrangements.

‘Bootyyyshaker9000 sent a link’

Bootyyyshaker9000: Sources from what I was talking about last night.

“Perfect coffee yet again, Shelldon! Thanks.” He raises his mug as a thanks to his robot friend.

Donatello shuffles out to the common area and into the kitchen and takes his seat at the table.

“He’s up! Glad to see you finally joining us, Donald.” His starry-eyed brother croons at him as he rests his chin on his shoulder. The genius pats Michelangelo on the head lightly and pulls his plate of pancakes closer to him.

“And where did you go in the middle of our ‘Jupiter Jim’ marathon last night?” Raphael quirks a brow at his blue clad brother. Leonardo spins his chair around so he can straddle his chair and lean on the back rest, “Just needed to take care of something quick, hermano,” with a grin he pops a piece of a waffle in his mouth. “Oh, this is amazing, Angelo! You outdo yourself every time.” He scarfs the rest of the waffle down and pulls another onto his plate.

“Awe, you really think so?! I tried a gluten-free recipe this time just to see how it’d turn out. I’m glad you like it!” Michelangelo smiles brightly at his brother while he digs in as well. He turns towards Donnie, “Were you going topside by any chance today?”

“Tired sigh, I wasn’t planning on it, Michael.”

“Perfect! So, what you’re saying is that you totally have time to go pick up more waffle mix for me.” Donnie doesn’t have his robotic arms to stop the onslaught of his younger brothers’ arms as they wrap around him, “Thanks so much, Dee! There’ll be extra pancakes on your plate tomorrow morning, baby!”

Donatello was soft for his younger brother, he seldom said no to him, and it was a good excuse to get a lavender latte topside.

“Say,” Leonardo starts, “is there such thing as half-rabbit Yokais?”

“You mean Kitsunes?” Donatello offers. Leonardo shakes his head, “No, like Kitsune but Rabbit version?” The genius hums, “Not that I’m aware of, no. There is a Rabbit Yokai that works at Hueso’s, but they aren’t what you’re describing.” There’s a glint in his twins’ eye at the mention of the Rabbit Yokai but doesn’t get to say anything as Raphael interrupts him.

“What’s with the sudden interest in types of Yokai? Does this have something to do with where you went off last night?” Raphael inquires and crosses his arms. Leonardo lets out a laugh, “You’re rather suspicious of me this morning, Raph-a-la! I solemnly swear I am not up to anything.”

Cavaletty: ooo, looks interesting /gen thanks

‘Cavaletty sent a link’

Cavaletty: plz explain this science meme sir i want to laugh lmao, im also off today if you wanna vc or just game today?

‘Bootyyyshaker9000 sent a link’

Bootyyyshaker9000: Here’s the meme explained, short video. It’s 1 minute or so long. Perfect, I also need to head out for a bit then I’ll be free for the day. Perhaps voice chat? I have to work on a few projects and would appreciate the company.

Donatello holds his forearm flush to his body to avoid Michelangelo’s wandering gaze as he types back, “Angelo, send me the brand of the waffle mix. I’ll head out now.” He nods and Donatello gets a ping on his monitor on his wrist with the brand name and picture.

The rest of brunch goes smoothly as everyone helps wash up after mealtime. Donatello gets back to his living quarters, gets dressed and hesitates whether to fasten the brooch on or not. He settles on pocketing it and heading out the door. Just in case I need it.

It’s chillier today and he opts to wear wrap a scarf around his neck and dons his trapper hat as well, along with his signature mask. Gloves on his tridactyl hands and boots on his feet he faces the weather topside.

--

Donatello gets to the grocery store quickly, not a fan of the weather or wasting time. He gets a few rapid pings from Michelangelo requesting more things for tomorrow breakfast which he begrudgingly agrees to get.

He rounds the corner to the aisle listed to have flour and baking ingredients, he begins to scan the shelves, but his breath gets caught in his throat as he catches a glimpse of ebony hair and a familiar face: Violet. Thankful of his quick reflexes bestowed upon him due to the ninja lifestyle, he backs out of the aisle silently and shoves a hand in his pocket frantically searching for and fastening his brooch then pulling off his bandana and trapper hat and shoving both items in his pocket. He checks his arm band, arrythmia- odd, he’ll have to do a health scan when he gets back to the lair, he didn’t have a history of heart problems or palpitations.

Clearing his throat and wiping his palms down his jacket he enters the aisle again to find Violet still browsing, in the area he needs to find the waffle mix. Maybe she’s gluten-free? No, he thinks he’s seen her have pastries at Rendezvous that we baked with regular flour. Shaking his head to clear his thoughts and fluff his hair out a bit he casually makes his way to the waffle mix section.

“Violet, right?”

She startles and takes a tiny step back for proximity, “Oh! That’s me. Lavender latte with a cinnamon bun?” she laughs politely, her glasses still a bit foggy due to the temperature change.

Donatello nods and offers a small smile while picking up the waffle mix, her eyebrows furrowed, “My brother likes to experiment with cooking,” he shakes the bag of flour gently, “I’m doing his grocery shopping.”

Violet smiles, “That’s super nice of you, just grocery shopping with a friend.”

There’s an awkward silence and Donatello reminds himself why he hates small talk so much. A ping on his phone comes through and he breathes a sigh of relief, what was he thinking? Small talk with a stranger?! He pulls his phone out and fumbles it, the crack of the phone hitting the ground cause them both to wince and reach down.

“Oop, I got-“

“Ah, shit-“

For the second time that day, Donatello is caught off guard. Violet’s wide eyes stared at him, her glasses had slipped farther down the bridge of her nose from her quick descent to grab his phone. Her ebony locks fall loosely around her face, the fragrance of her hair flooded his sense, vanilla. The tip of her nose and her ears pink from the cold weather.

There’s a quick zap at his fingertips which causes him to lose his balance and fall backwards, “Ah! Sorry! I shocked you.” She supplies his phone and her opposite hand to help him up.

His jacket is too heavy, it’s too hot and the lights are too bright in here. The collar on his jacket is suffocating and he wanted to dunk his head in ice cold water to bring him back to his senses- is he having a panic attack? Sensory overload, perhaps? A heart attack? No, that’s absurd. He steadies his breathing and takes her hand, a bit dazed from the literal spark he had gotten from her.

Violet pushes the phone into his hand and the bag of waffle mix into his chest, “You dropped this.”

Donatello swallows thickly and mumbles out his thanks and excuses himself then heads straight to the check out and then back to the streets. The crisp air brings him back to his senses and he practically dives to the nearest alleyway to regear himself in his bandana and trapper hat then unfastening the brooch. Quickly checking his vitals on his arm band, he concludes them normal enough to head home via rooftop instead of the streets, lest he run into Violet again on the way home.

--

‘All vitals unremarkable.’

The terrapin frowns, odd, he was a very self aware turtle but he simply could not place physically why he reacted the way he did earlier in the day. He could rationalize that he scrambled for his cloaking brooch to make conversation with her based on their last encounter at the coffee shop and almost entirely biffed that due to him very quickly leaving them with barely a ‘goodbye’.

Donnie had a decently sized ego, he’s been told, so today was out of the ordinary in his regular behavior. He’s inclined to blame it on something mystic or otherworldly. He’s never previously reacted that way around Violet when running into her at her workplace, what had changed? What was different? Throwing on his brooch made sense as that’s how he had last talked to her. Hypothesis and experimentation were where he excelled- he would need to run into her more often the phenomenon of what happened today.

Pacing around the lab, he settled in front of his computer screen and opens a spreadsheet.

‘Incoming call from Cavaletty’

“Hey bud, how’s it shakin’? Just playing ‘Hades’, it’s single player so I can do this while you do whatever nerd shit you need to do on your end. ”

Donnie snorts, “Greetings to you too. What was going on with that customer that made you hang up on me the other night?”

He had no reaction to running into Violet at Rendezvous so that would be used as his control. He created a section where he would record symptoms when he was wearing his brooch and when he wasn’t, then a section for the morning and then the evening. He created a final section for organic run-ins, like today.

“Oh, they just literally popped out of nowhere?”, there’s some shifting and rapid button clicking on the other end, “Literally though, like, they came out of a portal? Nothing bad happened, I was just startled. What were your thoughts on Yokai, by the way?”

His fingers stop abruptly over his keyboard and his chest constricts; has he been found out? Does she know?

“Portals and Yokai- what a segue.”

“Is it really? Magic literally exists now, how many Yokai do you think travel by portal? I’d probably think a lot. I mean, I feel like portals are the most baseline magic.”

“It’s mystic, not magic. You’d also be correct; portal or transportation mystic is widely used and is very common.” He pushes the conversation away from Yokai, his palms begin to perspire.

“Mystic- ah, fuck!”, he heard her slam her controlled down on a desk, “for fucks sake.”

“Get wrecked, you’re actual trash at that game.”

“Am not, you’ve never seen me play it so you can’t know that, science guy. Aren’t all about the…hypotenuse or whatever? No proof I suck.”

“Hypothesis. I do have proof, we regularly play multiplayer games and I’m always the carry. The MVP, if you so will. The Amazing Othello Von Ryan, I’m waiting for applause.”

There’s a few claps on the other end, “Thanks nerd, anyways. About Yokai’s. Er, I’m totally fine with them, you avoided my question, so I’ll just go first. My best friend is a Yokai, I don’t think I’ve ever told you? I’m totally a-ok with sharing space with them. I’m not xenophobic, I’ll put that out there.”

Donnie lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

“Oh.”

“Yeah,” there’s a very tense pause, “Is that going to be a problem with you?” he can hear the malice on the other end of the call.

“No, no!” he scrambles and hits a few buttons on his keyboard, accidentally deleting the spreadsheet he just made in a flurry of panic to get some words out, “Definitely not, I’ve got Yokai friends as well. I frequent one of the ‘hole in the wall’ pizza joints here. It’s ‘Run of the Mill’- have you heard of it?”

Here’s his chance! He has the urge to spill his guts, this is perfect opportunity to come out to one of his dearest friends as, Donatello Hamato: scientist, inventor, engineer, technological genius and mutant (that could absolutely be misconstrued as ‘Yokai’).

“Yes! Totally, oh my god, I was literally there a little while ago. The garlic knots are to die for there! Another food venue we totally share and are clearly in walking distance of but you won’t hang out with me~”

Donnie’s brain is screaming at him to take the opportunity to just tell her the truth, to agree to finally meet in person, but he can’t shake the nervousness he feels. Rejection is a feeling he’s familiar with and it makes his mouth dry as he pulls his lips into a tight line. Bouncing his leg, he wrings his hands together nervously. Letty confirmed that she was fine with Yokai’s- better yet, she had Yokai friends and went to Yokai establishments. She wasn’t going to reject him because he was part turtle, but what if she rejected him? Rejected Donnie? What if he wasn’t everything she thought he was? What if he disappointed her in person? There was always the possibility that they meet in person and Letty just didn’t like him as person, regardless of being a terrapin.

Her nervous laughter and deflated tone come through the headset, “Ah, I’m just joking. I know you don’t want to meet in person. You know I’m happy just being online friends with ya, Otto.”

Donnie. His name is Donnie and he yearns to hear her say it. There’s a pang of sadness that wells up in his chest and stays there, he’s missed his opportunity yet again to come clean about his online persona. He sighs into the mic, forgetting it’s not on mute. “Sorry, not sighing at you. Just tired, I’m happy being online friends with you as well.”

“No, no! Don’t apologize, I shouldn’t have asked. I know you like your privacy.” A beat, “Is it me?” the inquiry is so soft and uncertain it makes him want to curl around her to shield her from himself, from his insecurities and doubts.  

“Letty, you’re never, ever the reason.” It’s me.

The silence is suffocating, there’s no clicking on either ends of the phone.

“Well, I’ll let you go Otto. Chat soon.”

“Right, bye-”

A shiver goes down own his spine as the line goes dead.

Donnie throws his headset down as he sees his friends name greyed out as she logs out of Discord, “fuck.” Running his hands down his face, he decides it’s time for a nap.

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TBC

#donnie x oc #donnie x reader #RiseDonnie #2018 donnie #tmnt #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt #rottmnt donatello #rottmnt oc #the cloaking brooch dilemma tmnt

[blankie-greenie-anon]

I finished watching both seasons of Class Of 3000, and I totally agree it deserves to be continued.

There has to be some changes, though, to keep it from stepping into the same pitfalls that caused the cancellation. Here's what I propose:

Hire more composers so the deadlines won't be as tight as when there's only one composer

Keep the insert songs within 1½ minutes

Make the episodes 15-minute blocks

Focus on only a few characters at a time unless the plot truly requires the whole crew

Next, I want to update the setting. It'll still be in Atlanta, of course, with all the magic, colors, and bendiness of the original series. However, the story won't happen in Westley Middle School; the kids are high-schoolers now. It's a good excuse to:

give them new outfits and hairstyles.

have more leeway in writing their personalities.

make them better singers.

expand their instrument range.

Besides being taller, the height differences between the characters will also change. Li'l D will get pretty big, so he becomes "Mid'l D". He also starts sporting a vest like Sunny. Kim and Kam grow to be the tallest, with Kam looking taller because he has better posture. Poor Philly Phil expended most of his growth spurt early and ends up being among the shortest. I'd keep Eddie shorter than Philly Phil's ears because he might look like Fred Jones if he got too tall.

Sunny probably won't appear as much since he's a middle school teacher. Maybe after his first class graduated, he graduates, too, and rejoins the music industry as an indie artist. That way, Sunny retains most of the freedom he had as a teacher. The only problem is, the plot of Class Of 3000 generally revolved around Sunny's unique music lessons, so if he's not their teacher anymore... 🤔

Or maybe Sunny won't have to appear often because he's already imparted pretty much everything he knows to the kids, who have become teenagers capable of exuding Sunny's energy on their own.

Anyway, I like making the joke that no one in Class Of 3000 is straight, and I'd totally love for everyone to be queer. I'm not done thinking through my headcanons, though; I just finished revisiting the series.

#BGA blabs #Class Of 3000

[therisingphoenixden]

Prompt #12: Moogles Dancing in the Moonlight

Prompt: “Miss the boat”

Characters: Alisaie Levilleur, Alphinaud Levilleur

Content Warnings: EW spoilers

Author’s Notes: This went in a weird direction and I have no excuse. Not even being trapped at the DMV for almost an hour. You’re welcome for the mental image of Louisoix dancing with moogles in tutus.

It was the perfect morning for sleeping in. Mor Dhona was blanketed by thick clouds that threatened torrential rain, the sorts of clouds that made telling time from the little light streaming through the windows of Alphinaud’s quarters a nigh impossible task. So, his body, fully confident that it couldn’t possibly be any later than seven bells past midnight, demanded more rest.

It wasn’t entirely unreasonable that his body was demanding a longer lie-in than usual. He was a teenage elezen in the middle of a late growth spurt, and had more responsibilities than others of his age. Many more responsibilities. Like helping run an organization that had just recently saved the Star from the Final Days. He had even sacrificed himself to light the way for his dear friend in Ultima Thule!

A long lie-in was just what Berude would order, anyway.

A sudden pounding on the door startled the young elezen from odd dreams featuring his grandfather dancing with a moogle in a tutu and surrounded by pirouetting chocobos.

“YOU HAD BETTER BE DECENT, ALPHY!”

Gods, he had almost forgotten that Alisaie could shout like that. Clearly she had learned a thing or two from Gosetsu during the liberation of Doma. He tried to crawl out of bed, but his limbs had become tangled in the blankets. He attempted to land gracefully like he had seen Berude accomplish during many fights at her side, but all he managed was a loud yelp and an even louder crash as he fell in a heap of blankets.

Without further warning, Alisaie pushed the door open and stared at her brother for a long moment. “I hope you’re still alive in there,” she grumbled as she nudged the blanket-elezen tangle with her foot. “How did you even come into such a state?” With a sigh, she crouched down and began to help free her brother from his blanket gaol.

It was times like these where the simplest answer was honesty. “I had a dream of Grandfather dancing with moogles and chocobos.”

For a moment, his sister’s brow furrowed with worry and he felt her hand on his forehead. “Not a fever. Although that’s the last time you’re sampling Thancred’s attempts at cheesemongering, since it’s very nearly a bell past noon.”

“WHAT?!” The two of them had loosened the blankets just enough where Alphinaud could spring free, which saved him from another humiliating fall as he leaped up in shock. “Please tell me our dear friends haven’t departed yet!”

Alisaie hummed for a moment, truly torn on how badly she wished to torture her twin. But she knew he looked up to Berude enough to see her as a second mother. “Not yet, although you did miss the absolutely delightful pastries Berude brought with her from the Bismark.”

While utterly undignified for a young man of his age, Alphinaud couldn’t help but pout at the news. Berude had brought pastries from the Bismark? And he missed them?! “If this is the price I must pay for a long lie-in, I have no choice but to accept.”

“Good.” Alisaie turned after depositing the blankets onto his bed in a heap. “Now, if you hurry you might be able to catch her before she departs with Urianger and Thancred.” She hadn’t even finished her sentence before he bolted from his quarters.

Staring at the tangled heap of blankets, Alisaie shook her head in disbelief. “Dancing with moogles? Really?”

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Flirting? Touching? Maybe Both?

Izuku x blk fem!reader

warnings: NSFW!!! oral sex (m), handjob, cum eating, cum swapping, sub!Izuku

a/n - this is my very first smut so please don't expect no out-of-this-world type of smut. This is just a concept some of my moots gave me and I wrote what I could. I had them read it and they said I should post so I did. Enjoy! (excuse any errors)

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Izuku was a very shy and awkward boy back in high school when it came to girls. Would freeze up when a girl talked to him and turn into a literal strawberry when even touched by a girl. That went on for his first year in high school. He thought he would remain that shy awkward boy the rest of his time in grade school, but he was wrong, fortunately.

In the middle of his second year, he started to get more acquainted with the girls around him. He felt more comfortable talking with them and wouldn't blush all crazy when they gave him a simple touch like a handshake. By his third and final year of high school, he began to get admirers. Izuku had gone through a growth spurt the summer before his third year began and the attention he received from his female counterparts surprised him.

Since he was more confident in his words and looks, he would take the compliments, small gifts, and even date offers. But since none of the girls felt right to him, he would let them off easy. Some would understand and offer to be friends while others would be offended and tell him how much he's missing out on. Because of this Izuku has never done anything remotely sexual with a girl besides kissing.

Girls have tried to get him to go to second base, but Izuku just pushed them away and said,

"You’re a really nice girl, but I just don't want to do that with you."

He kept this streak going until he met you late in his third year. You both had first met in your AP Psychology class. You were a new transfer student from the states and couldn't find a seat in the overly filled class so he quickly offered the seat next to him. Unknown to you the seat belonged to another girl but Izuku got annoyed with her persistent flirting and took this as a chance. And he was so glad he did.

In your first couple of encounters with Izuku, you only showed him the surface of your personality. Easy-going, funny, witty. Just an overall kind girl that he had to keep around. And that he did. Now in your first year of college, he began to call you his best friend since he kept you on a pedestal as high as Bakugo's. Since your friendship progressed so quickly you began to show him more sides of you. That's when he started to notice how flirty you had become with everyone, even him. You were always close to him, very touchy, and made slick sexual innuendos. Everyone always said you were a very flirty person, noticing it early on, but Izuku picked up late on it. Not too long in, he got used to it, the comments still made him blush though.

Although, the more he received your comments, the more he wondered if you would actually act upon them. He often wondered how far you would go, specifically with him. You were a very attractive woman so the thought of doing anything sexual with you did not put him off. It actually turned him on more than anything.

Right now, you both were in his apartment, trying to cook a Japanese recipe that you found in a cookbook.

“Hey, Izzy? Say this for me,” you held up the phone to his face so he could see the highlighted Japanese word.

“Ummm tsukune” he said with wide innocent eyes. You looked back at him, but this time you were biting your bottom lip. You then smirked and leaned closer to your green-haired friend.

“Your voice sounds so nice and smooth, Izzy. Say it again for me baby.” Izuku blushed violently, making you laugh. “You’re so fun to mess with, oh my god.”

Izuku laughed along with you. If Izuku didn't know you any better, he would think that you liked him. Which would help him ease the small crush that he has on you. But it was just a small crush so he wasn't too worried about it. He's more worried about his sexual attraction towards you. The flirting is harmless, but actually trying to take the next step was something that he didn’t know how to do.

“I flirt with you so much, I figured you'd be used to it by now. You still blush like a little middle schooler though,” you grinned putting the chicken meatballs in the oven.

Izuku gave you a wobbly smile while scratching the back of his neck, “You’re the only one that doesn't make it creepy. When other girls do it, it feels just wrong.”

“Oh! So you saying I'm a top-tier flirter?” you quipped, leaning against the counter. Hearing your amused tone made him roll his eyes.

“Yes, Y/N, you're such a ‘top tier flirter’.” Izuku drawled, throwing up air quotes, “But seriously though, when you do it I'm not uncomfortable with it.”

You hummed, nodding your head, and stepped around the counter to get closer to Izuku, “So…..do you like it?”

“Huh?” Izuku faltered, with wide eyes.

“Do you like it when I flirt with you, sweetheart?” you purred, leaning more into his space. He could smell the cocoa butter that you spread on your brown skin earlier from how close you were to him.

He didn't know what to do but sputter like an idiot. Usually, when girls push up on him like this he rejects them quickly, but this was you. He couldn't reject you. He wanted this but he didn't know how to go to the next step and the last thing he wants to do is embarrass himself more than he already has. Maybe I should’ve messed around with more girls so I wouldn’t be sputtering like an idiot, he thought to himself. Luckily, his sputtering had ceased when the timer on your phone went off. Saved by the bell, he thought to himself. You backed away with a small smirk and pulled out the tsukune.

“Come help me plate these please, Izzy,” you requested innocently as if you didn't just almost put him into cardiac arrest.

Izuku pulled himself out of a daze and proceeded to help you. After plating the food you both sat down and ate while watching Cadillac Records. Well, while you watched the movie because Izuku was too busy thinking about the kitchen encounter. Was that just playful flirting? Sometimes you would lean close but never to that extent. Plus your voice sounded different. It wasn't flirty, no, it was more seductive and serious. The tone had his blood pumping straight to his cock just thinking about it. Would you use that tone with him if you were to touch him? He doesn't even think he could handle your touch, especially on his cock. Your hands were as soft as silk and the thought of them wrapped around him, pumping him up and down-

“Izzy, you okay? You're breathing kind of shaky over there. And you're all red, too,” you reach to touch his cheek and he swears he almost moans, but instead he shivers.

“I-I’m fine, Y/N. Just a little hot, that’s all.” he trembled. You proceeded to caress his red cheek before giving him a smug smirk.

“I don't see how. The AC is on-” he finally looked up at you, and the smirk on your face never faltered-“You never answered my question earlier, Izzy.”

For a split second, he forgot what question you were talking about, but his memory was quickly regained when he looked down and thought of your flirting.

“Do I like it when you flirt with me?” you nodded, turning his face so he could look at you, “Y-yes.”

Your hand then moved from his cheek to running down his chest slowly.

“Is that all you like that I do to you?” you whispered.

Izuku couldn't believe that you were doing this. He didn't even think that you liked him sexually. Always thought flirting was playful when it came to you.

“I umm, I like when you touch m-me.” he murmured while his heart raced and his nails dug into his thighs. He felt like he was about to lose it. He hasn’t stuttered this much since his first year. You then leaned in so close that just a centimeter closer, your lips would touch.

“Do you want me to touch you more, baby? Will you let me touch your cock?” you purred, kissing the corner of his lip.

Izuku whined as he let out a weak “fuck” from his lips. By the time you were done speaking, your hand was inches away from his cock and he was dying for you to touch him. He would start begging at this point, but he wanted to let you know about his lack of experience. So with the last bit of sanity, he has left, he grabbed your wrist, stopping your movements. Looking up at you and he saw a concerned look on your face, hoping you didn't truly make him uncomfortable.

“I want to, it’s just that I never got touched like that before.” your eyes widened in shock before they softened up.

“Are you really okay with me doing this for you, Izuku?” he nodded slowly but surely, letting go of your wrist.

“Please, Y/N.” The sound of his desperate plea made you want to devour him.

Adjusting yourself to sit on your legs, with your other hand you gripped his chin and placed a soft kiss on his lips. Pecks turned into kissing and soon enough you slipped your tongue into his mouth making him whimper. As your tongues played together, your hand slipped into his sweats, wrapping around his cock. He pulled away in surprise, moaning out loudly. Giving him a few quick pumps, his eyes focus on you pulling his sweats down to his thighs and his cock springing out. Precum spilled at the tip and just seeing the size of him made your mouth water.

“Fuck, Y/N, please” he begged.

“Please what, baby? Tell me what you want.” you breathed, placing soft kisses on his neck. Index finger slowly dragging on the underside of his dick, his body shuddered causing his head to fall back to rest on the couch.

“P-please touch my cock” he mewled.

Deciding to not tease him anymore, you held your hand to his face, “Spit on my hand, baby.”

He did as told so you proceeded to uphold his request. You pumped his cock slowly at first, making his tense body relax into the couch. Mixing his saliva and his precum, your movements got faster and more smooth. All the while you were sucking and biting on his neck, breathy moans escaped his lips.

“F-fuck fuuuck, oh god” he closed his eyes tightly trying not to cum too quickly.

Your thumb swiped over his slit causing him to gasp sharply. Pulling away from his neck you take notice of his reactions, making a promise to yourself that you'll see this face more often. Seeing him so relaxed and feeling good made you uncomfortably wet. You just wanted to ride him until you both were overstimulated and crying. But right now you just wanted him in your mouth. You leaned down and slowly dragged your tongue over the tip of his cock while still gripping him firmly.

“Oh shit! Shi- nnngh, please, please” his voice trembled, feeling your tongue swipe over him almost made him cum so he gave a death grip to your thigh to stop himself.

You continued to roll your tongue all over his slit and tip, moaning at the taste of him. Suddenly, you lift up slightly, still close to his sensitive dick. He whined in protest, wondering why you stopped.

“You want me to suck your cock, Izzy?” you breathed over his sensitive tip. He moaned out a yes, but you wanted him to request nicely. Moving to the floor, you placed yourself in front of him and spread his legs open.

“Yes, what?” you dragged your tongue on the underside of his cock. Tears puddled at the corners of his eyes as small whimpers escaped his mouth.

“Yes, m-mommy”, your eyes widened slightly, but a smirk followed.

“Wasn’t expecting that, but I ain't complaining. Keep your eyes on me, okay?” he nodded shakily.

Izuku choked up, feeling your mouth finally wrap and suck hard on his red tip. The sudden action caused his hips to jerk slightly and a deep groan left his throat. You hum around him, pleased with his reaction. You take him deeper in your mouth, practically swallowing around his cock, making a series of whines and pleas leave his drooling mouth.

“Sh-shit, your mouth feels so good.”

“Nnnngh, fuuuck, please. W-wanna cum…”

“M-ommy can I cu- fuck!”

You pulled off of the overwhelmed boy, opting for massaging his aching cock.

“ I never said you couldn't cum, you just wanted to be a good boy for me, huh?” he nodded with tears running down his red face, “For that you can come in my mouth.”

He groaned out loudly from you saying that. His hips bucked when you suckled hard on his sensitive tip while also pumping his cock. His breathing became more erratic the harder you sucked and the faster you pumped.

“Mommy, nnnngh fuck! I’m c-cumming, I’m cummin-”

His body shook as he finally released in your mouth in spurts. He came a lot so you swallowed around his cock to gather as much as you could. You looked up to see a fucked out Izuku with his eyes closed tongue lolling out of his mouth. Smacking him softly his eyes opened and he whined because you were still giving his soft cock lazy pumps. You gripped his chin and slotted your mouth with his, kissing him with a mouthful of cum. You can tell he wasn't expecting it, but he moaned and went along with it when you swapped the cum into his mouth. The kiss was messy and sloppy but you both didn't care, too lost in the high. He started to whimper and paw at your hand that was still on his cock. You removed your hand as you both swallowed his obscene amount of cum, and caught your breaths. With your foreheads resting against each other’s, you both sat in a comfortable, messy silence. You decided to break it.

“So,” you sighed, “Mommy, huh?”

“Oh god.” He whined shamefully, burying his head in your chest as you laughed.

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