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falcqns · 2 years

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𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐮

✰ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Chris Evans x foster!little!Reader

✰ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: when Chris falls down a rabbit hole one the internet about age regression and caregiving, he decides he wants to be a caregiver. he signs up to be a foster caregiver through a charity called 'The Big and Little Society of Massachusetts'. he went through the required steps and completed all the training, and just received news that he would be fostering his first ever little. his whole life was about to change, and he couldn't wait.

✰ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: age regression, ddlg, abdl, ADHD (based off my experience so please keep that in mind), slight angst with lots of comfort, crying, mentions of hospital and hints to past abuse but its literally just a mention, mentions of eating.

✰ 𝐚/𝐧: this is the first chapter of my au that i've said i was going to start months ago and never did, and is also my entry for @dadplease 's 5k Stuffie Writing Contest!! congrats on 5k Eun!! tagging @natashasera as usual, and some others that i think would enjoy this!! @uhmellamoanna @amazingarfield @thewritingbabe <3

don't forget to read and reblog, and i do not give permission for my works to be posted anywhere other than tumblr. thank you.

Chris was pacing back and forth in his living room, trying to focus his mind. he kept trying to tell himself that everything was going to be fine, and that he had nothing to worry about.

in reality, he had everything to worry about.

a few months ago, Chris was on TikTok before bed, and had come across a video of a man making a video about how he calms his little down when they're having a tantrum. Chris was going to just scroll past it, but something about the video captivated him, and he ended up binging his videos until 3 am. he watched the man, who's name was Luke, talk about what age regression and caregiving was, why it was beneficial, and breaking the stigma around it. Luke also had videos of him and his little day to day and doing activities such as going to the park, going grocery shopping, and getting ready for bed.

the next few days consisted of Chris doing all the research he could about age regression and caregiving, and that's when he came across The Big and Little Society of Massachusetts. it was a small agency based in Boston that focused on breaking the stigma around age regression and ensuring that age regressors were with quality caregivers, and helping those who weren't. what intrigued Chris was that this agency had a foster program for age regressors who had recently left a bad relationship, as well as an anonymous tip line to use if someone was concerned about an age regressor or their caregiver.

Chris had just got off the phone with his accountant, planning to make a donation to the agency, when he decided to click on the 'Foster A Little!' application. he read through the application briefly, and decided to apply.

he completed the application, and a few days later he was contacted by one of the social workers. his application had been accepted, and he was moved to the next phase.

he went to all the trainings, interviews and meetings. he enlisted Scott and his mom to help him clean his house for the inspection, and two months after his initial application, he was an official Foster Caregiver. all he was waiting for was the call.

the call that he got yesterday while on set. they'd called and informed him that there was a young adult female little in need of a foster caregiver immediately, and Chris immediately accepted. they told him that as soon as she was discharged from the hospital, her social worker would bring her over, something that slightly worried Chris. they'd emailed him her file, and he had practically memorized it at this point, especially her little age.

he'd spent the entire morning shopping. he had bought a crib, bibs, and a TON of toys. he didn't know exactly what she would need until she got to his house and he got to know her, but it couldn't hurt to be prepared.

Chris picked up the lion stuffie that he had bought at the store, smiling to himself. he'd gotten all he needed in the toy aisle, and was walking passed the stuffed animals, when the lion caught his eye. he contemplated leaving it and letting her pick one out for herself, but something in his gut told him to buy it, so he did.

Chris glanced at the clock one more time and gulped nervously when it said 5:58. the social worker had called him around lunch time and told him that his new foster little had been cleared to go home, and they'd be discharged soon. they'd be picking up her prescriptions, and then heading over to his house. ever since the call had come, he'd been running around like a madman, making sure his house was in order.

his head shot up when he heard tire against gravel, and he placed the stuffed animal on the table. he called Dodger over to him, and placed him in his crate. Chris knew the puppy would get overexcited by the little, and based on the little information he had been given, Dodger would scare the crap out of her, and she'd been through enough.

he heard a car door close, and two people walk up to his house. he took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves, as the doorbell rang.

he gulped once more, before opening the door. the second the door opened to reveal you, his heart broke at how sad and utterly exhausted you looked. the whites of your eyes were red and watery, and your eyelids were fighting to stay open. you were shaking in the cold night air, your leggings and thin sweater barely keeping you warm.

"hi," Chris said warmly, and the social worker, Kayla, smiled back at him, before grasping your hand.

"this is Chris," Kayla said softly. "you're going to stay with him for a while, okay?"

you nodded so small that Chris almost missed it, and Chris could see your chin wobbling under your baby pink paci in your mouth. Chris moved to the side, and let you and Kayla in. he saw the black duffel bag on the ground, and grabbed it.

"I'm going to have to go now, but everything is going to be fine. you're going to be safe here, I promise." Kayla said rubbing your arm. "if you need anything, you can call me, okay?" she said, and you nodded again. she smiled at you, and squeezed your arm gently before turning towards Chris and handing him a white paper bag.

"here's her medication," she said. "she had her nighttime meds at the hospital as the discharge took a little longer than expected, so she'll probably need to sleep soon." Chris nodded.

"okay. does she take any in the morning?"

Kayla nodded. "yes. she takes 50mg of Vyvanse, and it must be taken before 10am, and must be taken after she's eaten. the other two prescriptions can be taken with it, but isn't necessary, its just anti anxiety meds and pain management." she said, and Chris nodded, reading over the medication names briefly.

"awesome, thank you. has she eaten?" he asked, and Kayla glanced at you.

"i got her a happy meal, but she didn't eat the whole thing, so i put it in this bag incase she wants the rest of her nuggets tomorrow," she said, handing Chris a plastic bag. "she probably wont eat anymore tonight, but will most likely be very hungry tomorrow."

"okay. anything else i should know?"

"just her doll. it's in her duffel bag, and she sleeps with it every night. i normally gift any littles i work with with a stuffy but i haven't had a chance to stop at the store, unfortunately."

"not a problem," Chris said with a smile. "i picked one up at the store for her."

"oh, thank you so much." Kayla said with a smile, resting a hand on her chest. "i was worried that she wouldn't have one. we're still working on getting her belongings from her old residence and she did have a few stuffed animals that we weren't able to grab in the 15 minutes we were there, and i didn't want her to be without them for too long. i'll bring the rest of her things by in a few days." Kayla said, and Chris nodded, seeing you looking around apprehensively.

"okay. thank you so much, Kayla," he said, and she smiled, looking at you as well.

"you're welcome. she's a sweet little girl who was not treated right, but i am confident that she'll be in good hands with you." Kayla said.

her and Chris exchanged goodbyes, and after she said goodbye to you once more, before leaving. Chris turned to look at you, and saw a tear running down your cheek.

'hi sweetie," he said to you, keeping his voice quiet and gentle. "you're going to be safe here, okay?" he said. "are you sleepy?"

you nodded, your paci bobbing in your mouth as you suckled on it.

"okay. i'll give you a little tour before we head upstairs as i want to put your food in the fridge. do you wanna hold my hand?" he asked, holding his hand out, his palm facing down, and you nodded, reaching out shakily. your palm, which was much smaller than his, wrapped around his pinkie, and let Chris lead you through the house.

he smiled when he saw the lion on the kitchen table, and grabbed it with his free hand.

"i got this for you, sweetheart." he said quietly. "Miss Kayla said she was going to come by with your other stuffies in the next few days, but i thought you'd like this one in the mean time," he said, and his heart squeezed, seeing your eyes light up, and reach out for the stuffy.

you cooed as you felt the soft fur, before rubbing it against your cheek. Chris smiled, fighting the urge to kiss your forehead. "wait here, okay?" he said, and he placed the food in the fridge, before leading you through the house. as you passed Dodger, who was asleep, in his crate, Chris stopped.

"this is Dodger, my puppy. he's sleeping now, but you can meet him tomorrow. do you like dogs?" he asked, and you nodded, your head tipping to the left seeing the snoozing pup. "well, that's good. he's going to love you."

he led you through the rest of the house, and into the bedroom, where the crib was standing next to his bed.

"this is your crib." he said, bringing you up to it, and letting you touch it. "when you're big, you don't have to sleep in here, but when you're little i want you to, atleast for a little while, okay?"

you nodded again, and yawned, your hand rubbing the soft material of the fitted sheet.

"let's get you ready for bed, alright?" he said, and you nodded. "what do you want to wear?" he asked, and you pointed to the duffel on his shoulder. Chris placed it down on the bed, and opened it. a Goldberger baby doll was laying on top, dressed in a red dress. "is this your baby?" he asked and smiled as you nodded and grasped the doll in your other hand. he lifted a weighted blanket out of the bag, and saw some sleep shorts on top. "these?" he asked, and you nodded.

"okay."

he helped you get dressed, and tried to take your new stuffy and your doll away just so he could get you settled into the crib, when you started crying and plopped on your bum, rocking slightly, shaking your head. Chris felt his heart breaking, and crouched in front of you.

"oh, sweet girl," he soothed. "i wasn't going to take them from you. they're yours, and i would never take them from you. i just wanted to set them on the bed so that you could get all snug in bed, and then i was going to hand them back, okay?" he said, and you slowly stopped rocking, and nodded, looking up at him nervously. you shakily handed over your doll, and then your lion, eyes following the two comfort items as Chris sat them on his bed. "there," Chris said. "they're going to watch us get all comfy, okay?" he said, and you nodded.

Chris lowered the crib bar, and turned to you. "can i lift you in?" he asked. "i don't want to touch you without your permission." he said, and you nodded, raising your arms.

Chris grabbed you under the armpits, and lifted you up, bringing you over to the bed and laying you down. he grabbed the weighted blanket, and laid it over you. you wiggled around as he grabbed the comforter at the end of the crib.

"do you want this one too?" he asked. "i'm guessing you're still a little cold, huh?" and draped it over you when you nodded, your eyes still locked on your stuffy and doll. "okay, sweetie pie." he said, turning and grabbing the items. "here's your doll," he said, handing you the doll and smiling when you gripped it tight and pulled her to your chest. "and here's your lion." he said, chuckling when he saw your legs kicking slightly in happiness as you snuggled the lion to your chest as well.

he crouched down near your head. "i'm going to be right there, okay?" Chris said, pointing to his bed behind him. "if you need me, just call, okay?" you nodded, eyes shutting, burying your face in your new lion stuffy.

Chris ran his hand over your back as your breathing evened out, smiling at your sweet face. "you're so beautiful," he whispered, his thumb stroking over your cheek. "you're safe here, okay? nothing is going to hurt you ever again, i promise."

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coccinelledemoiselle · 2 years

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Nightmares.

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Quick homage to @buggachat ‘s delightful Bakery Enemies AU! This dress is everything

Check it out, if you haven’t already! I can’t wait for it to wrap up so I can read it from the beginning and scream at all the foreshadowing I missed the first time around.

#i love her dress so much #I only spent like 30 min on this but I REALLY wanted to draw it #also love the pigtails shaped like ladybugs #such a good touch #anyway mari is an angel #and adrien is a ray of sunshine #match made in heaven #bakery enemies au #marinette dupain cheng #rough art #my art

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autisticlancemcclain · 1 year

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Keith doesn’t leave his apartment a lot.

Despite all of Shiro’s urging, Keith tends to stay home. His apartment is really nice, once he gets over the occasional mouse and entirely broken heating. Plus, the water is mostly potable, so it’s all good.

Look. It’s $500 a month.

But, y’know. Every once in a while Keith actually can’t study over the sounds of his neighbours having extremely loud and largely disturbing sex — why on Earth would cheetos ever be mentioned in regards to anyone’s hole is something Keith wish remained a mystery to him — so he makes his way down to the campus library. It’s admittedly kind of nice down there. He’s currently sitting at a table that’s decently clean, and the wifi connection is certainly better than it is at home. He’s actually able to get some stuff done —

“Motherfucker!”

Keith jumps out of his skin as the hottie a couple seats in front of him slams his hands on the table. Hottie whips his head up, catching Keith’s eye. His hair is wildly curly, sticking up off his head so intensely that it almost defies gravity. His eyes are big and brown and a little crazed. His expression can only be described as ‘intense’, or perhaps ‘unstable’.

“You,” he snarls.

Keith points at himself with wide eyes.

“Have you ever heard of a mountain chicken,” Hottie says, still staring at Keith with the same crazed intensity.

“Please don’t hurt me,” Keith squeaks. Hottie may be one of the most attractive people he has ever seen, but Keith has learned his lesson about pretty people. They tend to be the most dangerous and likely to maim (looking at you, Allura).

Hottie stalks towards Keith’s table, deliberately placing his hands on the surface and leaning very, very close.

“Have you ever heard,” he says again, voice very low, “of a mountain chicken.”

“No,” Keith says, because he hasn’t and he’s a little (a lot) intimidated.

And attracted.

There’s admittedly a lot of attraction there.

Suddenly the crazed air shifts from Hottie’s face, but the intensity remains.

“Whaddaya think it looks like?”

He sounds almost curious. Almost.

Keith blinks. “Like a really big chicken?”

The crazed looks is back as soon as it left.

“That’s what I thought, but it’s this mother fucker!” Hottie yells, reaching over to grab his laptop and slam it in front of Keith. It’s open to a picture of a strange little frog.

Keith squints at the picture.

“…Huh,” he says, because that is strange, and he can kind of understand why Hottie is going a little nutty about it.

“Exactly,” Hottie says emphatically. “Fuckin’ taxonomists.”

Keith raises an amused eyebrow. “You sound like you have beef with taxonomists. I’ve never known anyone who has a personally problem with them before.”

“Okay, listen,” Hottie says, pulling out a chair and sitting down properly. “They’re really bad at their jobs. All of ‘em. Why are watermelons berries? No. That’s bullshit. And you know who’s fault it is? Taxonomists.”

Keith bursts out laughing. “I see,” he manages between wheezes.

Hottie sniffs. “I’m allowing your laughter because you’re stupid hot.”

“Are you.”

“Mhm. Also, because I couldn’t stop you if I wanted to. I’m about three seconds away from passing out.”

Hottie says it pleasantly, but not in the way that sounds like he’s joking, which sobers Keith up quickly.

“Wait, what —”

The words don’t even leave his mouth before Hottie’s eyes roll back into his head and his forehead smacks the table.

———

“Thank you, again,” the man says.

Keith shoots him a small smile. “It’s really not a problem.”

The man — who Keith has learnt is named Hunk, and is the best friend of the aforementioned Hottie, who’s name is apparently Lance — sighs. “It kind of is. He’s — I would like to say that this is not a regular occurrence. But he’s fuckin’ allergic to a proper sleep schedule. And peanuts. But the sleeping thing is a bigger issue. He’s given himself four concussions because he’s passed out mid-sentence and brained himself on a random surface hard enough to make an impact on his thick fucking skull.”

Hunk is clearly exasperated, and annoyed, but his words are so fond that Keith can’t help the smile that pulls across his face. He sounds just like Shiro, after Keith has managed to land himself squarely into one of his many Shenanigans. Loving and also five seconds away from throttling you.

It’s nice.

“You his brother?”

Hunk snorts, readjusting Lance’s floppy arm over his shoulder. Keith does the same, hefting him up — he’s surprisingly heavy for someone who’s about as thick as a toothbrush, but what does Keith know — and keeping on in the direction of the off-campus apartments. (The decently nice ones, that you can only afford with at least two roommates and a part-time job. Keith knows. He checked.)

“Nah, not really. I mean, I’m basically his brother in that he’s the annoyance who’s been latched on to my person for the last several years and who I love too much to murder, but you know. He has enough siblings without me thrown into the mix. Why do you ask?”

“Just curious,” Keith says. “You remind me of me and my brother, is all. He’s also the one who’s usually dragging my dumb ass to safety.”

Laughing, Hunk digs his key out of his pocket, opening up the door.

“I see.”

He struggles for a moment, trying to both keep Lance from falling — who is firmly unconscious, although Hunk has assured him that he’s not injured and it’s just been six days since he last slept and he’s just kind of Like This — and get the door open.

Keith isn’t sure how to help, so he just kind of stands there awkwardly, still holding half of Lance’s weight.

“Thank you,” Hunk says, once Lance has been transferred to his arms and he’s standing just inside the doors to their apartment complex. “I appreciate your help.”

“No problem.”

Keith forces himself to take a step back, shoving the random wistfulness deep down in his gut.

He’s not lonely. He’s not.

(He does kind of miss his brother, though. Ugh.)

“I’ll see you around, Keith.”

“Yeah. You, too.”

Keith stands there for a full ten seconds after Hunk turns around and heads down the hallway, and then he shakes himself, blushing, before speedwalking back to his own shitty apartment.

God, he needs a fucking hobby.

———

“What do you mean, I can’t get eight shots of espresso? It’s not like it’ll kill me. You need 76 shots to kill you. I checked.”

“Sir…it’s company policy. I’m not allowed to put more than eight shots in one cup. Sorry.”

“No, no, don’t apologise. It’s not your fault. Hm.” The man — who is he kidding, Keith recognised Lance as soon as he saw that poofy hair in the Starbucks line, as embarrassing as it is — rocks back on his heels, tapping a finger to his chin. “Can I order two drinks, with eight shots each?”

Jesus Christ.

The barista blinks at him. “I mean, I guess so. I think you’re going to die, but that’s not my problem, I guess.”

Lance laughs, and the sound is so bright and musical that it actually makes Keith sigh.

Like, out loud.

Jesus fucking Christ.

“That works! Let’s do that.”

“…If you’re sure. That’ll be $7.29.”

Lance pays, then heads over to the other end of the counter, humming as he waits. As soon as his eyes land on Keith, they narrow.

“Hey, wait a minute. I know you. Obviously. I would never forget a face so flawlessly beautiful. Why do I know you?”

Keith goes so red he can actually feel his heart pounding through the capillaries under his skin, which is humiliating.

“Um.”

Lance giggles, which makes the blush worse.

Oh, God, Keith is losing any and all game he possesses by the minute. Fuck, isn’t he usually good at this? He usually is! He’s usually a pretty decent flirt! What the fuck!

“Oh!” Lance says, snapping his fingers. “You’re the hot guy from the library! The one who called Hunk when I passed out! Keith, right?”

Keith can only nod. Holy shit, the force of those brown doe eyes at full intensity on his face is going to fry his brain.

He clears his throat. “Uh, yeah. I’m Keith. You — obviously, you knew that.” Keith resists the urge to slam his head through the nearest wall.

Lance giggles again. Keith wonders if the fuckin’ sweat is actually dripping from his palms, or it just feels like it is.

Gross.

“You’re cute. You should take me on a date. I have class until five, room A112 in the biology building. Pick me up, and we’ll go to dinner?”

Keith can only nod. Frantically. So quickly his hair escapes from his ponytail and smacks him in the face.

“Great,” Lance says, grinning. He grabs Keith hand — Keith offers absolutely no resistance and only prays that his palms aren’t actually as disgusting as he thinks they are — and takes out a pen, scrawling down a number and then drawing a big heart around it.

Lord above, Lance is the cutest boy Keith has ever seen in his entire life. He’s going to explode.

“That’s my number,” Lance says, and he’s still holding onto Keith’s forearm.

His fingers are freezing, and that’s the only rational thought Keith’s brain manages to form.

“2 coffees with more caffeine than I’ve ever seen one person consume?” the barista calls. She looks at them warily.

“Coming!” Lance chirps, and Keith mourns the loss of those cold fingers on his skin as Lance steps over to grab his coffee.

(Well. ‘Coffee’.)

Lance skips to the doors, pausing to smile and wiggle his fingers in a wave. “I’ll see you after class, okay, Keith?”

“See you,” Keith says, and his voice cracks so many times that the barista winces on his behalf.

Lance grins wider, then disappears out the door.

“That was the most romcom shit I’ve ever seen,” the barista informs him bluntly, and Keith can only nod.

———

Keith is buzzing out of his skin, he thinks.

So he does what he always does when he’s feeling Big Boy Feelings™️.

He bothers his brother.

to: takashit

shiro oh my god it’s almost five his class is almost done what do i do.

to: takashit

what if he was joking? it didn’t seem like a joke. but what if?

to: takashit

fuck, what if i screw it up? what if i’m a lame loser who says lame loser things? oh my god i’m so nervous

to: takashit

OH MY GOD SHIRO WHAT IF I YARF

to: keith kardashian

KEITH MOTHERFUCKING YORAK KOGANE. SHUT THE FUCK UP. I AM BUSY.

to: takashit

🥺🥺🥺 worst brother ever

to: takashit

🥺🥺 you don’t love me. you don’t care about me or my anxiety 💔

Keith can actually hear his brother’s guilt complex acting up through the phone.

It’s hilarious.

to: keith kardashian

the worst part about that is i know you’re manipulating me.

to: takashit

😔 😔

to: takashit

⬆️ my face rn as i realise my brother whom i look up to and adore wishes he left me on the street corner where i was standing 😔😔😔

to: keith kardashian

i should have, you little motherfucker.

There’s a solid minute of angry typing before Shiro continues.

to: keith kardashian

fuck you. call me.

Keith does. Shiro picks up immediately.

“You are a rat bastard,” he growls.

Keith pretends to sniffle, fully fighting back a laugh.

“I just thought you promised to always be there for me,” he says, as pitifully as he can manage.

Shiro makes a vague screaming noise.

“Fuck! Fine. Fuck. Tell me why you’re nervous.”

“It’s a cute boy with a lot of confidence and social grace, Shiro! Fucking obviously I’m nervous!”

“Didn’t y’all meet because he yelled at you about taxonomists and then brained himself on a library table when he passed out from sleep deprivation?”

“…Yeah.”

“That doesn’t sound very socially graceful to me.”

“Okay, fair, but he asked me out this morning like it was the smoothest thing ever. I blushed so hard I thought my heart was going to explode. I swear to God my voice cracked at least twelve times.”

Shiro sniggers. “It does that all the time, so no big thing there.”

“Fuck off,” Keith says, scowling, because hey. Being the shithead is Keith’s job.

“Anyway, you big nerd,” Shiro continues, “you’re going to be fine. In five minutes this ridiculously confident cute boy is going to waltz out of class and then you two are going to go on what’s probably the cringiest date of all time, but he will be charmed by your earnest nature and geek tendencies, and then you’ll get married and adopt every dog in the world. Okay?”

Honestly, yeah. Okay. That did make him feel better.

But Keith is the younger brother, and as such is contractually obligated to be a pain in the ass, so.

“Yeah, yeah. At least I didn’t trip and, in a desperate attempt to not land face-first on the pavement, pants my future husband.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Shiro says venomously, as is par for the course when Keith brings up his and Adam’s disastrous first meeting.

Keith smirks to himself.

“My bad.”

“Ugh. You’re so annoying. Do you feel better now, you stupid dweeb?”

Keith started feeling better the second he started pestering Shiro, but he supposes he can be grateful for a change.

“Yeah. I guess your dorky pep talk helped. I can’t do any worse than you did, anyway.”

“I’m hanging up and blocking your number. Goodbye.”

Keith snickers as the call drops. It’s 4:59, and Lance still has another minute of class.

to: takashit

you didn’t say u love me :(((

to: takashit

u just hung up without any care in the world :((

to: takashit

i’m telling adam he’s my new favourite brother now

to: takashit

adam would never hang up without saying i love you

to: keith kardashian

oh my GOD

to: takashit

:(((((((((

to: keith kardashian

fine. fuck.

to: keith kardashian

i love you, you booger. tell me how your stupid date goes.

to: takashit

Keith puts his phone away, grinning, and the second he does, the door to room A112 pushes open and students start spilling out. He waits, scanning everyone as they pass, but there’s no sign of Lance until the very last person walks out.

He beams when he sees Keith leaning on the wall.

“Keith! Hi!”

Keith grins back.

“Hi, Lance.”

“Ready to go on a date?” Lance says, strolling up and tangling his free hand in Keith’s, like it’s the easiest thing in the world.

It might be.

“Yeah. I’m excited, really.”

“Awesome! Did you pick a place?”

Keith was a little stressed about that, to be real, because he wasn’t sure if he was supposed to pick somewhere or if Lance already had something picked.

The he remembered he had Hunk’s number “in case my dumbass best friend passed out in your vicinity again, because neither of us can afford an ambulance in this economy”, so he texted him in what could not be technically called a panic.

Maybe a light anxiety.

Hunk had sent back several laughing emojis, and then told him to take Lance for an ice cream dinner and then to the park on campus for him to get very excited about beetles.

“I figured I’d take you to Coran’s ice cream parlour,” Keith says. “You seem like an ice cream guy.”

Lance lights up, and then narrows his eyes in playful suspicion. “You asked Hunk, huh?”

Keith shrugs, cheeks warming. “I’ll be honest with you. I haven’t stopped thinking about you since the library incident, and you’re so pretty you kind of make my brain go mushy. I panicked.”

Shockingly, that makes Lance’s jaw drop. He’s quiet for several moments, before his ears go read and he looks away.

Holy shit. Did Keith make Lance all blushy?

“Point to Keith,” Lance says eventually.

Keith laughs, scratching the back of his neck with one hand. The other is still firmly clamped in Lance’s. “Didn’t know it was a competition.”

Lance winks. “Everything’s a competition with me.”

———

Ice cream is fun. Keith shouldn’t be eating it, not really, and there will be Consequences with his digestive system later, but he’s not afraid of hell and mint chip is delicious.

“You are eating frozen toothpaste.”

“I can only assume that you’ve never tried mint chip or you’ve never brushed your teeth, Lance, because mint chip does not taste like toothpaste. It’s delicious. Besides, you are having cotton candy. That’s essentially frozen blue food colouring! Besides, what flavour is cotton candy even supposed to be? Like, what does cotton candy taste like?”

Turns out that Keith had no reason to be nervous. He and Lance just… click. And, besides, Lance thinks Keith is funny when he’s not trying, which is excellent.

They go to the park, just as Hunk suggested, after they finish their ice cream. They spend the whole time just chatting, talking about nothing and everything, interspersed with Lance’s regular mini-lectures whenever he spots something particularly cool. Which is a lot of things, because Lance seems to be endlessly fascinated with the world at large.

It’s adorable. And also enlightening. Did you know one tree can be home to over 2.3 million life forms at one time? Keith didn’t. That’s dope as hell.

“…and oh, hey, an incipient hornet nest! Cool! Did you know wasp larvae can spin silk?”

Keith did not know that. He is also not fond of wasps, nor has he ever felt any sort of inclination to be near them. But he is becoming increasingly fond of Lance. Also, Lance seems to be some sort of animal whisperer. They’d been swarmed by yellowjackets outside of the ice cream parlour, but before Keith could even panic Lance had stood very still and said “no” in a firm, calm voice, and they all flew away immediately.

It did make Lance hotter, truly.

“I did not,” Keith says magnanimously, peering over Lance’s shoulder to look at the nest. Luckily, it’s empty. “That is pretty cool, though.”

Lance turns back to him and grins; a big, beaming smile that makes him glow.

God, he’s beautiful.

Keith can’t stop staring at him.

“You should kiss me,” Lance says bluntly, after a moment of them just softly looking at each other.

Keith blinks. “Okay.”

He lets go of Lance’s hand, reaching over to cup his face. He stays there for a moment, gently cradling Lance’s face in his arms, stroking his thumbs over sharp cheekbones, cataloguing the splash of freckles on his nose and the curve of his cupid’s bow.

Lance reaches up, after a few seconds, sliding careful fingers across the skin of Keith’s neck to tangle in his hair. He doesn’t pull, just — holds it, carefully.

“You going to kiss me now?”

Keith swallows. “I’m nervous. I don’t want to mess it up.”

Lance’s eyes flutter shut, and he sighs. “You don’t need to be. I want — I really want you to kiss me. I like you.”

“I like you too.”

“Okay.”

And that’s all it takes. The ‘okay’, breathy and quick and soft and maybe a little nervous, too, like for all his straightforward brazenness Lance is a little scared of messing this up as well.

He leans forward, faster than he thought he would, and presses his lips to Lance’s. The air is warm but Lance’s lips are still chilly from the ice cream, and his cheeks are hot beneath Keith’s hands, blushing. His lips curve into a smile that’s pressed firmly to Keith’s mirroring grin and he sighs again, a little, a happy sound, and tilts his head so their mouths fit together even better. And then his fingers are tracing little circles at the back of Keith’s neck and he makes a little humming noise on the back of his throat and Keith leans the tiniest little bit closer.

It’s good. It’s great.

It’s everything, really, and Keith doesn’t want it to end.

“You’re a good kisser,” Lance mumbles, not moving away even an inch.

“I like kissing you,” Keith says, pressing just as close.

Keith doesn’t remember why he was nervous.

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to: keith kardashian

how did it go????

to: takashit

i beat your mess by a mile

to: keith kardashian

low bar, boogerbrain. also, shut up.

to: takashit

no :)

to: takashit

but it went REALLY well. we went for ice cream and then walked around the park for hours and then we kissed and he is so fucking cute, shiro. oh my god. seriously.

to: keith kardashian

good, kiddo. really. are y’all gonna go out again?

to: takashit

yeah

to: takashit

tomorrow night actually

to: keith kardashian

that’s awesome! i have a really good feeling about you guys.

to: takashit

…

to: takashit

me too :)

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nicodrawings · 1 year

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My goal is to make a comic cover that looks so real that it fools the companies and they think that they have a comic release that they forgot about

Another comic idea I had based more so around Gankee Lee (comic book Ganke not ITSV Ganke cuz he’s only in the movie for like 2 minutes ) and what it’s like to be surrounded by hero’s but for you to not be one. Also themes of love, support, living in the moment and enjoying the little things in life with the people you love because they’re hero’s and could die at any moment and you’ll never see them again.

I really like Ganke’s character but there’s always seems to be melodrama connected to his character between him and miles and he’s never developed enough in the comics imo so I would write about his development a lot and about him just being a cool dude cuz I love him.

Honestly this was just an excuse to talk about Ganke and make up a new fake comic book series. There needs to be more love for Ganke, ik he’s not a popular character but I want him to be, I want fanart and fics. I hope he gets more love overtime…wishful thinking.

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hoperaypegasus · 3 days

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Beyblade OCs in Pokémon time!

Meet Sun-Hui, Mei-Mei's son and the eldest descendant of Team Wang Hu Zhong. He's an absolute golden retriever of a character and has an oshawott like his mom did!

Inspo under the cut:

#mfb #metal fight beyblade #mfb oc #mfb fankid #sun-hui has never had a negative thought about anyone in his entire life #a literal ray of sunshine #terrible taste in men tho #his bey would be an otter btw #another inheritor au character has appeared #technically he and luan are eventually cousins too so thats fun

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captainkirkk · 4 months

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Concept: trans!His Radiancy AU where the Moon Lady gives him the "gift of life" during the lunar eclipse.

It's not like the God Emperor can hide a pregnancy for 9 months so suddenly the retirement plan becomes so much more important. They're not just rescuing HR from the throne, they're rescuing his daughter Aurelia too.

HR tells them he's having a baby and doesn't know how he can do this alone and almost immediately the household are like

#aurelia is the household's baby!!!#nine worlds #hote #atfots #my posts #au ideas #i cannot stop thinking about HR and kip and ludvic and rhodin and conju being dads together #HR is so conflicted - he loves this little ray of sunshine but he's suffering seeing her born into his prison #meanwhile conju is SO STRESSED #her toddler years are hell on conju personally #rhodin and ludvic would kill for this kid #and kip isn't a step dad he's the dad that stepped UP

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geralts-yenn · 11 months

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Ray of Sunshine

Modern AU Melot (Tristan&Isolde) x OFC (second person pov)

summary: just some simple fluff and smut containing a beach, a bonfire, a guitar, a motorbike and a tattooed guy

warnings: alcohol and drug use, fingering, oral (f receiving), protected p-i-v sex

word count: 3,1k

A/N: My lovely @raccoon-eyed-rebel finally made it! She worked through the same new years eve party eight times with all of the 8 lovely inhabitants of 179 Crescent Street. I am so proud of you, babe!

You really deserve a treat for that one!

So I wrote this one just for you, Nina - hope you like my Nina-indulgent Melot 💜🖤

“Come on, Isa, I am already in my pajamas. I'm pretty sure you'll live if I don’t join you.“ Isa whined a little more into your ear, but in the end she said goodbye and you were finally able to sink onto your couch and drown in your misery. You were so awfully tired. You struggled with your classes, with your job and with your life.

You zapped through the TV channels, but nothing could get through to you. Frustrated, you grabbed your book and tried to read, but when you realized you were staring at the same words for minutes you gave up.

“Fuck it!” you told yourself, got up and changed into some shirt and jeans. This should be enough for a beach party.

When you arrived, you knew that it had been the right decision. The sounds of laughter, conversations and a girl singing to a guitar reached you as well as the scent of fire and marijuana that wafted through the air. Your mood was already better than it had been all week.

“Nina!” you heard a cheering voice and in the next moment Isa hung around your neck. “You changed your mind!”

Isa and you got back to the bonfire and she handed you a bottle of beer.

As the night went on you felt at ease, surrounded by happy people, music and the sound of the ocean. Isa handed you a joint and you took a long drag before you passed it on to the girl next to you. You were really glad that Isa had asked you to join her, finally your head had stopped ruminating for a while.

After some time you heard the sounds of bike engines. You looked over to Isa. “Tristan is coming?” you asked with a smile. You really liked Isa's new boyfriend. She has been so happy ever since she met him. You had never seen her so much in love.

“I hope so. He didn't know if he could make it.” Just a minute later you saw two guys parking their bikes at the side of the road nearby. Both men left their helmets and leather jackets on their bikes and headed over to the party.

Your eyes widened when you realized it was not only Tristan who came to join you, but also his foster brother Mel. You had met him a couple of times before, and to say that you had a huge crush on him was an understatement.

Which was no surprise because who wouldn't fall for him, looking so damn handsome with his long curls and his cute face covered with something that was more than stubble but not enough to really call it a beard.

You watched him approaching the fire. He looked like he belonged on the cover of a magazine, rugged and impossibly cool. He wore some ripped jeans and a black tank top that allowed you to ogle over his tattooed arms. It was just rude how good he was looking.

Isa got up and ran over to the men, jumping right into Tristan's arms. They immediately started kissing as if they were alone and not standing in the middle of a whole crowd of people.

Mel just chuckled and continued to walk. When he reached the bonfire he glanced around and when he saw you he smiled and dropped at the spot Isa had left seconds before.

“Hey Nina, nice to see you again.” Your heart skipped a beat when he gave you a hug. You were glad that you were intoxicated just in the right amount, so you'd be able to talk to him without being too nervous. And so you did.

He asked you about college and your job but you didn't want to talk too much about that as it was too frustrating. So, when you both saw Tristan and Isa leave the party for a more quiet place, you took the opportunity and talked about them.

Mel told you that Tristan, as Isa, was very much in love, almost unrecognizable, but that it did him really good. “He's a completely different person. He's so happy, it almost makes me puke sometimes.” Mel chuckled deeply, a sound that made you shiver.

“Yeah, I know what you mean, it's awful how cheerful Isa is at the moment. It's so sweet, you get a toothache just from watching.”

Mel and you continued your conversation and you couldn't help but notice how he looked at you. His eyes were following every one of your movements, and every once in a while he shifted and seemed to get nearer to your side.

You tried to ignore the hopeful feeling that built in your stomach. You didn't want to add another disappointment to your life right now.

The girl that had played the guitar stopped and put the instrument against a rock.

Mel got up and went over to her. “Hey, do you mind if I play for a while?” he asked her.

You weren't aware that he knew how to play, and you were more than thrilled to see him doing so.

Mel sat down again beside you and you watched as his fingers started to move expertly over the strings. The sight of his hands and arms moving over the instrument and his face in a deep frown, eyes closed in concentration, made you melt completely in adoration for him. You thought you couldn't fall harder for him until he started to sing. His voice was deep and rich, and your whole body was covered in goosebumps as soon as you heard him.

Everyone else around you disappeared from your vision, it was just Mel and you, the fire, the sea and your racing heart.

And then you listened to the lyrics of his song:

She enters the room and all eyes are on her Her tales bring joy and her smile is pure Her voice, a melody that touches the soul All fears melt away, you feel whole

She's the perfect blend of light-hearted, cute, and beautiful No one else compares, she's truly wonderful With her around, life is always bright

So here's to the girl with the rainbow hair You're a ray of sunshine, beyond compare May your radiance never dim, shine on with all your might For there's no one else like you, you are my light.

Your mouth fell open when he sang the last verse. You just blinked at him, unable to form a thought and not even realizing that you had stopped breathing.

Mel put down the guitar, leaned over to you and let his hands run through your colorful strands of hair. His face was so near, you could feel his breath.

“Can I kiss you?” he whispered, the words coming out soft as the sound of the ocean.

You nodded, your eyes closing as Mel leaned in, his lips brushing against yours, and pulling you in close.

You kissed for what felt like an eternity before you finally pulled back and looked into Mel's eyes. His pupils were blown wide.

He got up and held his hand out to you. “Come with me?” he asked you and you were happy to follow him to the outskirts of the party, where the noise of the people faded.

He sat down on the sand and pulled you in his lap.

“I've wanted to kiss you so bad since I first saw you,” he told you. And as if to prove it, his mouth was on yours again.

Although you were far away from the fire now, you felt heat pooling in your center. Your hands traveled over Mel's arms and neck and finally settled in his chocolate curls.

Mel pressed his hands firm on your hips and as you grinded against him, you could feel him growing under you.

Your hands moved to his chest and you pressed against his hard pecs, parting your face from his.

A small whine escaped him when you denied him another kiss.

“Take me somewhere else, Mel!” you requested with a smile.

He looked at you, confused.

“What? Why?” He almost sounded like a child who got told to stop playing with his favorite toy. And the puppy eyes he gave you melted your heart.

You chuckled and played with the collar of his shirt.

“Because fucking on the beach is only fun in movies and cheesy novels.” you explained with a wink.

Mel's eyes got wide when realization hit him and he got up so fast that a loud laugh escaped you.

You both walked over to his bike, holding hands, and he gave you his helmet and jacket. You climbed onto the seat behind him and wrapped your arms tight around his waist. Mel brushed his fingers over your hands and turned to check that you were seated comfortably.

The vibrations when he started the engine made you bite your lip. Mel was driving along the ocean road. The wind was blowing through your hair and you felt free and happy like never before.

When Mel turned into a driveway and stopped his bike, you were almost sad that your ride was already over. But as Mel wrapped his arm around your waist and started to kiss you, you knew what came next would be even better than this motorcycle ride. You both couldn’t stop with kisses and touches as you made your way upstairs to Mel's apartment.

Mel opened the door and guided you to go first. He gestured with his arm and even bowed slightly.

“Welcome to my castle!” he said and you giggled at the silly comment.

“So, are you a prince or a robber baron?” Mel's smile grew over his face.

“Guess tonight I was the minstrel” You both laughed. And you knew that seeing him like this, as an absolutely adorable dork, you would just fall harder for him.

His apartment was small but cozy. You always loved to see someone’s home for the first time, as you thought it gave away a lot about the owner. There was a dark leather couch that looked comfy, a small kitchenette, a big bed with disheveled sheets, quite an impressive bookshelf, two guitars hanging on the wall and, surprising you, a lot of well-kept plants. You really liked what you saw.

Mel guided you to sit on the couch. “Can I get you something to drink?” he asked as he was walking over to a vintage record player and put on some music.

“No, just come here and kiss me.” you told him. That Mel didn’t need to be told twice. He sat down next to you and pulled you close. His hands rested on your hips as you started kissing again.

But soon both of you got impatient. You climbed onto Mel's lap and your hands tugged on his shirt. Mel took your hint and pulled it over his head. As you saw his wide bare chest, you couldn’t hold back a gasp. You sank your hands on his pecs and traced the tattoos that covered his skin with your fingers.

Damn, you wanted him so badly. So you got up and pulled him with you as you made your way to his bed. You unbuttoned your jeans and roll them down your legs. Mel let out a small growl as his hands brushed down your naked thighs. His eyes traveled over your whole body and he leaned down to you and whispered: “Nina, you're fucking gorgeous.”

You answered him with another hungry kiss and hands that wandered all over his body.

Hastily, you worked on the belt of his jeans. “We need to get rid of those, baby!” you told him. Both of you were fumbling with his buttons until his pants finally dropped to the floor. Next, Mel took care to remove your shirt. Your underwear were the last bits of fabric that needed to go, and when that was done, both of you dropped onto the bed, relishing the feeling of skin on skin.

Mel's lips trailed along your neck while his hands were on your rib cage, one of his thumbs carefully brushing over the curve of your breast. He sank a little lower and took one of your nipples in his mouth. The sensation of his warm tongue made you moan. You nuzzled your face into his dark curls, taking in the scent of his cologne that clung to his hair.

Mel's fingers slowly trailed down your side to your hip bone, resting there for a few seconds and drawing circles on your skin. Then he changed direction and his hand found its way between your thighs.

When his calloused fingers ran through your wet folds, you both groaned. His movements were as skillful between your legs as they were with the guitar. While his thumb took care of your clit, two fingers pumped into you and you soon felt tension building in your core.

You felt his erection pressing against your thigh and your hand sank down to touch him. But as you wrapped your fingers around his cock, Mel withdrew himself.

“No, sweetheart, not yet. I want to take care of you first, I want to cherish you!“

He pressed your shoulder down onto the bed and started to place feathery kisses on you. From your temple over your jaw, down your throat to your sternum and then going down to your belly, he was exploring your body with his lips. Mel looked up at you teasingly as you both knew where you wanted him to move his lips next.

“There’s so many things that I want to do to you!” he whispered with a deep, raspy voice. “Please tell me what you want me to do!” His eyes were dark as they rested on you.

“I want your mouth between my legs!” you replied, almost whining. Mel smiled contently when he heard you pleading and obeyed. He began with soft, chaste kisses on your inner thighs that soon changed to needy sucks and small bites. His mouth slowly approached your core with every kiss until he finally found your wet folds. He flattened his tongue as he lapped through them.

And as if your taste awoke something in him, he finally stopped his teasing and he dove right in, devouring you like he was starving. His mouth worked on your clit just in the right way to make you squirm beneath him. You were already on the edge when he dived his tongue into you, his thumb replacing its spot on your pearl.

“Oh, fuck, Mel, don’t stop!” you cried out and Mel did his best to follow your wish and fucked you with his tongue while his thumb rubbed over your clit in just the perfect pace and pressure. Mel worked you up so fast and intense like you had never experienced before when you were eaten out and you came hard, screaming his name and arching your back.

With small kitten licks he guided you through your orgasm until you were able to move again and you pulled him up to you. As Mel bent down to kiss you, you felt his shaft pressing against your stomach, twitching between your bodies.

“If you really want to take care of me, you better shove that cock into me soon!” you said, and Mel chuckled mischievously at it.

“How can I deny you anything like this when you look so gorgeously spent.” After another ravishing kiss, Mel pulled a condom out of the drawers of his nightstand. He knelt between your spread legs and slowly pumped himself, while his eyes never left yours. Swiftly he wrapped himself with the latex and then he sank down onto you again.

You felt the tip of his cock running along your slit and then slowly pushing into you. He spread your walls and when he was fully buried in you, he stopped his movements. Mel pressed his forehead against yours and you drowned in the dark pools that were his eyes.

That moment felt like the world had stopped turning, everything felt like it was in slow motion. You took in the music playing in the background, accompanied by Mel’s panting breaths, the mixed scents of cologne, fire and sweat, and the salty taste of Mel's skin that still lingered on your tongue. And then you felt him move inside of you.

He started with long and slow rhythmic thrusts that made you squirm under him. You wrapped your legs around his waist and grabbed him at his shoulders, trying to feel him as deep as possible.

Accompanied by breathy moans, Mel bit by bit increased his pace. Soon he was pounding into you erratically. He bent your legs over his shoulders and with the new angle he hit you exactly where you needed him with every stroke.

You were losing your composure, with every move your moans got louder as you felt your climax approaching. Mel lost his rhythm, too, he was rutting into you desperately now. Pearls of sweat ran down his temples. You watched how his cock disappeared into your body, how his hand kneaded your breast firmly, how he hovered over you, mouth agape.

Mel felt your walls clenching around his cock and he responded by jerking his hips into you hard. You were finally falling apart under him, your legs trembling as you felt your release rush through your body. With a whimper, Mel pushed one last time hard into you and reached his own peak.

Slowly, Mel retreated and left your cunt gripping around nothing. He slumped onto the bed next to you and reached for your hand. You entwined your fingers, both still catching your breaths.

A ray of sunshine was falling onto your face, disturbing your sleep. You blinked a few times, not yet really conscious. The sun was way too bright, so you shut your eyes again. But you enjoyed the other sensations that you took in. There was the scent of fresh coffee, the warmth of the sheets you were buried in and the tunes of a guitar playing softly.

As you slowly stretched your arms with a yawn, the guitar stopped playing and soon you felt the mattress dip beside you and a warm hand was softly stroking over your back. Mel’s face appeared above you, he cupped your cheeks and pressed a kiss onto your mouth.

“Good morning, sunshine!” he whispered in your ear before he pressed more kisses all over your face. He lay down and pulled you in his embrace.

“Hey!“ you answered simply and just blinked at him, smiling uncontrollably.