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I love writing a crackfic and having to put a warning for cannibalism within the first 500 words??

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AAAAAAAA I LOVED THE OL REQUEST SM!!! Could I perhaps convince you to do how Cove, Derek, Baxter, and The Family would react to MC being a teen parent? Can be separate or all together or even in the format you did! (PS. As always if this sort of ask makes you uncomfy feel free to ignore it) Much much love, 💫 Anon

HII MY FRIEND!! I know it's taken me a while to reply to this but I swear I've been trying my best 🙏

I hit a weird block trying to write this? I'm perfectly capable of writing pregnancy reactions and even full baby fics & oneshots, but apparently the reactions to teen parent!MC is where my brain short circuit

BUT I know my friend @starance's ask box is BONE DRY (/t), you might have better luck over with him!

Again, I'm so sorry this is so late, I've just been stuck on how to write it and concluded that it's probably just not happening any time soon. I'll be sure to link your ask if I ever do write something similar though! ;-;

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IT WAS ME I'M THE FRIEND

A Night to Remember

Blurb: Fluffy star gazing date with the sillies

Word count: 618

Fandom: Doctor Who

Ship: Ninerosejack

Authors note: I finished season one of nuwho with a friend and I am unwell. This was written as I was watching the last three episodes of the season as well so haha….. that was trip

Anyways, enjoy

To be entirely fair to the Doctor, traveling through space and time to deal with various world-ending threats did not leave a lot of room for a love life. And he didn't even mean to get one, he stumbled into it. Or fell into it. He wasn’t entirely sure how he managed to get one with these two but one he had. And love life meant dates.

He wished there was a sun blowing up right now. He would know what to do then at least.

“Oh Doctor, take a breath. It’s just us.” Jack tried to reassure him, patting him on the back. The Doc rolled his eyes, but couldn’t help the way his hands twitch and pick at his nails. The TARDIS was stationed, both Rose and Jack were by the door and all that was left was to walk through. And go on a date.

Was it too late to cause a nuclear war between planets-

The way Rose and Jack tugged on his hands and intertwined his fingers with theirs made it apparent it was, in fact, too late. But he let them lead him out the door.

He raised an eyebrow at the sight before him. He knew they were in charge of everything, but he did find it a bit odd that they chose somewhere in the middle of nowhere, and it was a bit more on the chilly side for his liking.

Rose led him to lay down on a ratty blanket, smiling sweetly as she sat next to him

”I know, seems a little basic for a group that can travel through space and time. But-“

Jack popped up from behind them both, brandishing a covered silver platter.

”Our life is anything but basic. So in a backwards sense, we thought it would be a bit more exciting”

Doc looked between the two with a small smile, shaking his head.

”Is that it? Can’t say I mind though.”

He looked up at the stars, smiling at the sight.

”I quite like the view of stars over most anything else.”

A wine glass appeared in his vision.

”Would some liquor of the gods make it better?”

Doc took the glass.

”Perhaps.”

Rose chuckled at the sight, taking her own glass from Jack as he finally set the silver platter down. Doc scoffed at the spread his partner prepared.

”Did you really bring only drinks to this?” He inquired. Jack shrugged, taking a swig from his glass.

“Did not know what ya liked. So I thought a bit of everything was a safe bet.”

Doc smiled, taking a drink of his own wine and spitting it out immediately.

”Yeah, good plan. Could I have that martini instead?”

With a new beverage in hand, Jack landed right next to The Doctor, shamelessly wrapping an arm around his shoulder and pulling him in closer. Rose sighed and followed suit, snuggling into Doc’s other side with her head on his shoulder, sipping her own wine.

Doc tried to relax. He felt Rose take his hand again, Jack kissing the side of his head. He heard the sound of crickets in the background, felt the blanket underneath him. He was right here.

Jack nudged him, grinning before glancing back up to the sky. Doc followed his gaze and blinked, chuckling again. Rose smiled, looking up herself.

”Well, it couldn’t be all that basic, now could it?” Jack pointed out. Doc laughed, leaning more into him.

”No, not with you lot.”

They all smiled as they witnessed the night sky light up in a small rainbow of colors, the rays streaking through the night. Doc held both of his companions tighter.

”Though I never am basic either.”

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AND I'LL BREAK FOR YOU, BABY.

synopsis. teetering on the line between "friends" and "more", you're content with the small moments.

pairing. pdh!gene x gn!reader

content. fluff, pre-established relationship, mentions of an (unlit) cigarette, skipping school (?), a few pet names from gene's side, teasing.

word count. 0.9k

a/n. woo june first, which means pride month!! happy pride month, everyone!! this lil piece is for this requester <3

“we really need to stop meeting like this.”

from where he stands under a nearby tree, an unlit cigarette slotted between his lips, gene smirks at your approaching figure. his hands are stuffed into the pockets of his rolled-up school blazer, back resting against scratchy bark, and you know he’s purposefully stood himself like that to look cool.

“thought you liked meeting me out here, doll.” he replies, pushing off of the tree and taking long strides towards you.

your shoulders lift in a careless shrug, and your gaze fleetingly looks back at the double doors of the school, “i almost got caught trying to meet you here—” your confession is followed by a curious raise of his brow, prompting you to elaborate, “—by that sophomore girl, what was her name again. . . tony?”

gene barks out a laugh, slipping the cigarette from his mouth and into the back pocket of his uniform pants; he’s already tugging you along before you can question why that was funny.

instead, as the two of you begin the walk away from school, your attention drifts to the lack of posse following gene around, “no sasha or zenix today?”

“nah.” he doesn’t explain why, until your elbow pokes the side of his stomach. gene rolls his eyes, taking on a bored tone, “sasha stayed home today and zenix has detention.”

soles move upon solid ground, hitting the concrete pavement. it’s weird, and your mouth echoes your thoughts, “a detention has never stopped zenix from skipping before, though?”

at that, gene groans loudly and his arm is thrown over your shoulders like deadweight, “you’re killin’ me here.” he sighs exasperately, “it’s like you don’t want to spend time alone with me.”

“hey! that’s not what i—“

“seriously,” there’s that faux pout, the one that looks so out of place against gene’s usually menacing features — the one he loves to use against you, if nothing but to get a reaction from you, “you sayin’ you like sasha and zenix more than me?”

your feet kick the pavement, stray rocks tumbling into the gutter, and your arms fold across your chest. gene is peering at you, bright eyes examining your face as though it was his last chance to do so. it’s embarrassing, and it causes heat to rise to your cheeks.

“shut up.” the palm of your hand meets his cheek, pushing his head away and stopping the dark haired boy’s analystic gaze.

he laughs like a hyena, but you don’t seem to mind. this scene, despite how you’re both skipping fourth period biology, is oddly domestic. it’s becoming more frequent that the pair of you end up hanging out alone, and you can’t decide if it’s because of graduation looming in the distant future or something more.

his arm has settled comfortably across your shoulders, and you wonder if it’s intentional how gene keeps you pressed close to his side.

the gas station comes into view, “you think we’ve reached ‘regulars’ status yet?” you hum thoughtfully, to break the comfortable silence that had settled between the pair of you.

“maybe.” there’s a little bit of thinking done on his end before he answers you confidently, “guess we’ll just have to keep buying slushies from here, huh?”

the breeze is light as you step into the park, a blue slush in hand, and gene by your side sipping on his own, red, slush. as usual, the pair of you take a breezy stroll to your favourite spot in the gated area. there’s not many people mulling about, aside from those who found time between their schedules, and you take note of the lack of noise.

gene’s hand slips into yours, fingers interlacing, and he’s leading you in the direction of the riverbank. your steps fall into tandem with his, neither of you talking, neither of you mentioning that you’re holding hands. there’s an unspoken mutual understanding, that when later comes, you won’t talk about this.

that’s how it always is.

you find sanctuary at your designated hang-out spot, and it’s your turn to settle against a tree. your back hits the jagged bark, but you don’t care, enjoying the beverage in your hand. gene puts his mostly empty slush beside your outstretched legs, ducking under the bridge for a moment before reappearing with a spray can you know he got from a stored away backpack.

“up for a bit of painting?” he asks, tilting his head. his dark hair falls over his eyes, and your resist laughing at how he’s quick to push it back into place.

in response, you shake your head. at his disappointment, you offer, “maybe later?” to drive the point to home, you rattle the icy drink in your hand, “but have fun with that.”

he hums, uncapping the can of paint and experimentally spraying it against the linen stone. there’s traces of a past tagging on the light colour, and you’re reminded of earlier in the year when your friends had attempted to recruit a jittery freshman.

that thought is quick to dissipate from your mind when gene begins his artwork. he uses practiced movements, tracing the familiar logo as though it’s mere muscle memory. it’s silly, how such a simple sketch created during the middle of a particularly boring math lesson could lead to this. it’s on every surface you, gene, sasha, and zenix can find — all over the places the four of you enjoy visiting the most.

as he rounds off the tag with a flick of the ‘k’ for shadow knights, you find yourself staring up at the tree you’re resting against. it’s true, the shadow knights label is defaced on every other wall the four of you can find. in fact, it’s rare that you don’t see the tag when on an outing.

it’s a common occurrence.

your initials paired with gene’s carved into this tree feels a lot more secretive.

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MEET THE RO'MEAVES !

synopsis. the idea of meeting your rich boyfriend's rich family is nerve wracking, but at least he's there to hold your hand.

pairing. mystreet!vylad x gn!reader

content. non-descriptive reader =), comfort/fluff, one reference of the endearment “baby” at the very start, reader is nervous, anxiety about not fitting in, garte doesn't make an appearance

word count. 2.0k

a/n. i’ve been super busy recently so hopefully this little piece makes up for the lack of content? anyway, this piece is for this lovely anon <3

your eyes traced over your own features once more, looking for any imperfections or problems. from where he sat in the passenger seat, vylad threw an odd look in your direction, “you look fine, baby.”

his reassurance did little to calm the quivering of your nerves, and your gaze was quick to dart back to the sun visor mirror in front of your face. there was a small frown threatening to tug at the corner of your painted lips, “‘fine’ isn’t enough.” you sighed, prodding at a crease between your brows.

your boyfriend, who was dressed in clothes far nicer than his usual attire, only blinked in response. then, his hand came to rest upon your mid-thigh, stopping the consistent and annoying jittering. vylad was much calmer, offering a gentle smile, “you look perfect, really. they’re going to love you.”

“hm.” you’d spent several hours tearing apart your wardrobe for something suitable to wear, dirty looks being shot at vylad every time he offered a positive response to an outfit that was clearly horrible. right down to your shoes and the bag of choice, everything had been meticulously curated and laid out for after a long, scorching shower where you could think about what to say and how to say it.

“besides, you already know zane, and he’s the hardest part of the entire night.” vylad grinned as though he had just made a very funny joke, tousling his brown hair with one comb of careless fingers. “dad is on a business trip, so you don’t have to stress over him,” he looks a bit crestfallen for a moment, before perking back up, “and mum hasn’t even met you, but she already loves you — why’re you so worried?”

you scoffed in response.

at least, with the added comfort of zane being there you could relax a little more tonight. it had been a stroke of luck that you had even managed to get to know the monochromatic man, having accidentally met him in the middle of a supermarket one time a year ago.

for the past fifteen minutes, the pair of you had been parked at the end of the street where vylad grew up. your car had seen better days and looked out of place in comparison to the sleek sports cars and large family homes lining the sides of the road. vylad’s father, as you had come to learn, owned the ro’meave corporation and therefore was extremely wealthy. you were just lucky that none of his extravagant tastes had filtered down into his youngest son, who preferred to order take out and snuggle on the couch as a ‘date.’

irene, you were nervous.

“oh, i dunno, maybe because this is your family we’re talking about?” you replied in a huff, about to continue examining your own appearance before vylad promptly snapped the sun visor shut, “seriously, these people might end up being my in-laws some day!”

“might?” at that, his nose scrunched and he shook his head adamantly, “no, no, they will be your in-laws some day. which is why, we’re going to get out of the car, walk to the house, and happily greet my family.”

he beamed.

you sighed.

noticing the worry covering your expression, he leaned over and pressed a single kiss to the round of your cheek, “trust me,” he murmured, “you’ll fit right in.”

“okay.” your agreement followed shortly, “i’ll trust you.”

stepping into the cold evening air, you instinctively looked down at your outfit once more. it was a little fancier than what you’d usually wear, but most of your clothes were designed for comfort whilst travelling for long hours. despite having scoured half of the world with your long-term boyfriend, you’d yet to meet his rambunctious family face-to-face, instead only offering to sign your name on postcards from different regions and extending your wishes during birthdays.

maybe most of your nerves stemmed from the idea that vylad’s parents would hate you for taking their son around the world without knowing much more than your name. in fact, a big part of you was scared that they’d blame you for his lack of presence in phoenix drop.

the man in question walked around the model of your car, his fingers curling around yours as he began to pull you in the direction of his childhood home. it was a little way down the street, a brisk walk at best, before you were both stood on the front door step. your hand fell from his, and vylad was offering the crook of his elbow in a gentlemanly fashion with a proud look on his face, “i wouldn’t hear the end of it if i didn’t escort you.”

you laughed quietly in response, the huff coming out as something of a nervous chuckle. both of you know that’s probably not true, since he uses your interlocked arms as a subtle way to pull you closer. curious eyes watched with mild uncertainty as his hand came up to push at the doorbell, a faint tune playing from behind the red painted door before it abruptly swings open and your face to face with a man; he’s not much older than yourself and appears the complete opposite to your boyfriend. he grins at you both, exclaiming happily, “baby brother!” before tugging vylad from your grasp and into a tight, welcoming hug.

vylad laughs, too, reciprocating the hug just as fiercely, “garroth, hey.”

when the pair pull away from one another, you’re able to get a good look at the one ro’meave brother you had yet to meet. he was tall, much taller than his younger two brothers, and had much sharper features. his hair was a jealous shade of blonde, curling in pretty swirls that had seemingly been made to sit neatly atop his head; like vylad, the button up shirt he wore was expensive and you faintly caught a glimpse of the embroidery initials woven firmly into the cuff.

the man, garroth, turns to face you, “you must be the person keeping my brother so busy.” he mused, sweeping you over once before you were pulled into the same crushing hug. you nearly yelped, had it not been for your merciful release only a moment later, “it’s great to finally meet you, i was feeling a little left out with both vylad and zane knowing you.”

you attempted to laugh along with garroth, albeit a little awkward as you nodded your head and agreed, “yeah, i was wondering when i could meet you, too.”

garroth brightens at the sound of your voice, “vylad was just scared i’d steal you away.” he muses, to which the younger of the two brothers huffs an equally amused chuckle out. you don’t miss how his arm encircles your waist.

“you wish.” he snickers in a quick response and your hand covers the entertained smile creeping across your lips.

the brothers shared a look, before garroth was talking to you again, “come on, mum’s dying to meet you.” he waved you further into the house, turning to venture off down the hallway and giving just a split second of privacy between you and vylad.

your brunette boyfriend leaned in, his words coming out as a mere whisper meant only for you to hear, “garroth’s always been a hugger — try to get used to it, ‘cause there’s a lot more of those in your future.”

you snorted softly, “right.” you hummed, “baby brother.” the teasing words were followed by a light shove of vylad’s shoulder bumping against yours, shining green eyes rolling to the back of his head as he lead the way into the family room.

“hey mum, zane.” his charismatic greeting was met with a muffled acknowledgement from the middle child of the three brothers.

his mother, on the other hand, was quick to stand from where she had been poised on the edge of the couch and engulf you into a hug. it seems vylad had forgotten to mention that his mother, too, was an advocate of hugs, “oh, darling! it’s so lovely to finally meet you, i’ve heard so much about you from vylad.” she gushed, holding you by the shoulders with a gentle grip, seeming to take you in all at once.

“it’s lovely to meet you, too, mrs. ro’meave.” you replied, a smile gracing your lips at her soft demeanour. you’d heard a lot about vylad’s mother, from his favourite childhood memories to how he recently described her soft personality.

the older woman giggled quietly, shaking her head, “oh, honey,” her emphasis on the little nickname was almost deceiving, “you don’t have to call me that — it makes me feel old!” she was anything but, “call me zianna, we’re family, after all.”

your heart surges at the word family, jaw going slack, “r-right.” your stuttering is met by a muffled laugh across the room, and you throw a halfhearted glare at zane, whose snickering to himself, “family.”

there’s a loud whine from behind you, before vylad is draping himself across your back. his chin sits on your shoulder, arms holding you flush against him — in front of his brothers and mother. he huffs, “don’t spoil the surprise!” he all but scolds zianna, who squeals at the scene in front of her. your face blooms with heat, and you can feel the warmth trickling from your cheeks down your neck.

vylad’s never been one to shy from affection, but now you know he’s really playing up since you’re in the presence of his family; whether he’s purposefully embarrassing you or attempting to create the perfect image of a devoted boyfriend, you’re not quite sure.

your small embarrassed protest of his name goes unnoticed, as zianna reaches for her phone to snap a picture of the two of you. she gushes, fawning over the image of her youngest son holding his partner in such a loving way, only to gasp when the sound of an egg-timer dings from the kitchen. she takes off to tend to the cooking dinner, leaving you to deal with the three ro’meave brothers.

the silence doesn’t last long, with vylad tugging your body in the direction of a cute armchair. it’s snug, how he sits down and you’re practically sitting on top of him, but he doesn’t mind the added weight in the slightest — especially since one hand rests on your waist whilst the other is used as a support to your back.

“so, how did you guys meet?” garroth asks, having since taken a seat at the opposite end of the curved couch from zane. he muses with his blonde hair, before eventually giving up and letting his arm fall to rest on the back of the seat.

“travelling,” you say at the same time vylad sarcastically replies with “a dating app.”

garroth raises a brow, and zane looks up from what he’d been doing on his phone to look at the pair of you. laughing awkwardly, you reiterate, “we met whilst travelling, he walked right into me in a coffee shop.”

garroth gasps as though just hearing something scandalous, a scolding tone taking on his voice. it’s proof he’s the oldest of the three. zane snorts from beneath his mask, before covering it up with a cough.

vylad groans from behind you, “i said i was sorry!”

“he bought me another coffee afterwards.”

garroth nods in approval at that, “good.” he doubles down, “i’m glad to know my baby brother is taking care of you.”

“shut up garroth, you’re only saying that because you’re single right now.” zane retorts, scoffing when garroth splutters.

“wh— hey! they didn’t need to know that, zane!”

“it’s true, though.” he shrugs.

vylad is laughing again, resting his face in your neck to hide for a moment. you sigh and lean back into him, watching as garroth and zane squabble. it makes you smile.

there’s a feminine call from the kitchen, as well as the sound of a small bell ringing. zianna’s voice carries through to the living room, “kids, dinner’s ready!”

when both the eldest and middle child scramble to sit at the dining table, vylad makes a point of holding you for just a second longer, smiling to himself, “welcome home.”

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hello! absolutely loved the one you wrote about Toasty from Blooming Panic with a really short s/o, and it got me wondering… what if they were with someone taller than for a change? would love it if you could write something for it too, thanks !

✰ The Universe in Your Hands ✰

pairingミ☆ nakedtoaster x tall ass!gn!reader word count ミ☆ 485 tagsミ☆ height differences (not as severe as the short!reader), they/he toasty, toasty's easily flustered, short (<500 words)

notes ミ☆ we NEED more people who can rival toasty's height in the world purely to fluster them. <33

Much like if you tell him you’re tiny, when you warn him you’re tall

He really doesn’t expect the real extent of it

Plenty of tall people are shorter than him

Again: it comes with the territory of being 6’4

They expected you to end up being an inch or two shorter, still plenty tall by normal standards, and able to look them in the eye without tilting your head or anything

They were absolutely not expecting you to have a few inches on them

They were the one to look up, even if only slightly, and that angle was one they weren’t used to 

Or, one they hadn’t been used to since they were a kid looking up at teenagers and adults

He got flustered when you first met

Not knowing how to navigate the situation in the slightest

He got used to it after a while, but it was still so... odd?

When you cup his cheeks ever-so-gently and tilt his head up to kiss him he dies

Especially if you pull the "I have the universe in my hands" bit

Like actually, the moment that kiss is broken he nervous-laughs and tries to hide his face

Which is actually why you started cupping his cheeks like that in the first place

It's significantly harder for him to hide his face when your hands are there than it is if you were holding him by the waist

They find they actually love not having to awkwardly lean down or sit on the ground for you to do their hair

It's nice that their back isn't aching from leaning down for you

They really learn a lot about themselves and others in this because

They don't often interact with people who are taller than them

He can lean over and rest his head on your shoulder when he's tired no problem

Heaven forbid you wear platforms or heels though

One day when you are he actually decides to try and see what the fuss was about yanking tall partners down by their collar

He's been yanked like that before, and was mildly curious what it was like to be on the other end

If you got really flustered, they found it adorable

If not, it was still something that made you both snort or giggle, or even laugh

They wouldn't go out of their way to do it very often, but it was a nice movement when they did

Not his favorite form of affection, he still preferred giving you little gifts and your hands in his hair

Still, there was something to be said for the little blush you got when he pulled you down

Your height difference was a fascination of his for a long time

Something he'll either adamantly deny or freely admit

Like I said: he's not used to being shorter, so the territory that came with was all new

And a little terrifying

But because it was you, it was also exciting

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EYE OF THE NIGHT.

synopsis. the worst part about life is growing up, but vylad is willing to forget about it all when it's just you, him, and the stars.

pairing. pdh!vylad x gn!reader

content. slight angst/fluff, from vylad’s perspective, weighted with a teeny bit of ro’meave law, bordering on end of pdh/beginning of mystreet.

word count. 0.8k

a/n. based on this request!! this was super fun to write <3

grass tickles vylad’s sensitive skin, a present reminder of the earthy bed beneath him. attempting to be subtle, he shifts his torso, only to groan when you huffed in protest.

“stop moving so much.” you pouted, sending a tiny glare his way, “‘m trying to look at the stars.” he flashed you an apologetic grin, hand on your head to soothe you whilst you continued observing the night sky.

it was funny to think that there had been a time in which he had been scared to break curfew, too afraid of his mother finding out or his adoptive father scolding him for being reckless. now, lounging in an open field, eyes on the universe, he couldn’t care less about if his parents found out.

at home, with garroth already a year into college life and zane being too busy with all the exam prep, vylad had never felt more like an outsider. his mother was adoring, she doted on him like with his brothers, but he could see the regret in her eyes anytime she looked his way. she was a delicate flower, getting overly emotional as she was reminded of her own infidelity. vylad’s father, whilst not biological, was kind enough to acknowledge his existence when he was around the family home, despite the obvious lack of similarity between them.

he’d never been all that close with zane, either.

time was a cruel thing, and ageing was worse. he would of liked to remain young and naïve forever, given the chance, but as a child prodigy he was forced to grow up faster than most.

“can you believe we start college once summer is over?” your voice carries through the night, and vylad wonders if you could sense his inner turmoil.

he hums in response, “it feels like i’m still a little kid.”

your laughter is prominent, and he already knows what you’re going to say before you say it, “you are a little kid.” despite the scoff of annoyance he responds with, vylad is smiling, as he always is when he’s around you.

“you’re only a year older than me.”

“yeah, i’m a year older. you’re a baby.”

the wind carries your snickers, and he resists the urge to confess everything he’s ever felt. instead, vylad pokes your cheek with his free hand, before settling against the grass once more.

a comfortable silence blooms between the two of you, lulling you both into a sense of peace. the sky sparkles overhead, twinkling against the darkness of space. he can’t pull his eyes away, even if he wanted to. he’s always been fascinated by the way the universe works, how everything in history had to align for him to be here right now, with you, under a sky full of stars.

“one day, i want to travel the world.” vylad reveals out of the blue, “i want to see all the big cities— like paris, london, barcelona.”

sitting up from where you had previously been resting on his stomach, you furrow your brows at vylad, “that’s gonna cost a lot of money.”

his lips twist, “i’m sure my dad has some to spare.”

giggling, you lean forward on your knees, “i’m sure he does.”

“is that something you’d be interested in?”

your head tilts, and, irene, vylad thinks you just look so cute. “your dad’s money?” you ask, “because that is something i’m very interested in.”

your legs are touching, and vylad can feel the way your body jolts with small huffs of laughter at your own words. he’s smitten, “i mean travelling.”

“with you?”

“with me.”

he finally builds up the courage to look away from the sky and towards you. your eyes are blown wide with awe, mouth parted in an ‘o’ shape. vylad continues, and he doesn’t think his voice has ever carried so much emotion, “after college, i mean. i don’t want to stop your dreams.”

“vylad, i. . .”

he tenses up, “you don’t have to answer now! i can wait until we finish college, or until you’re ready to give me an answer.”

you don’t respond this time and silence overtakes once more, with him returning his gaze to the sky; compared to it, he’s never seemed so small. you move, laying down beside him, your hands brushing against one another, and your head inclined towards his.

thoughts run amuck through his mind, and he briefly wonders if he should of said anything at all. you’re still here — that’s a good sign, right?

“what’s that star called?” your words ring through the air, and although you don’t point to it, vylad knows which star you’re referring to.

“sirius.” he answers, “it’s apart of the canis major constellation.”

“it’s bright.” your hand intertwines with his.

“the brightest.” he squeezes.

high school is over, summer is nearing an end, and adulthood is on the horizon. life is moving quickly, almost too fast for him to keep up, and vylad is scared.

you squeeze back.

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cove x derek

imagine derek’s crush on mc fading only for him to realize he likes cove

mc would be with baxter in this i think

mc and cove helping each other with relationship advice cause they’re the bestest friends ever

double dates

the world needs more derek x cove

✰ "Don't tell him, please-?" ✰

pairingミ☆ cove x derek word count ミ☆ 1,067 tagsミ☆ getting together, jamie last, mc and cove are the best even just platonically, I'm in love with them all, pictionary double date, cove's easily embarrassed & it's actually really cute

notes ミ☆ okay agreed though, they're such an underrated duo and I hope and pray I did them justice!! I'll be using "Jamie Last" and they/them for the MC because it's not a reader focused post, but feel free to replace those with your own MC/yourself!

Okay to start

Derek didn't know who to tell

So, naturally, he told Jamie

Who nearly spit out their drink because ?????

That was unexpected to them

He made them promise not to tell Cove until he was ready

And uh oh

They could see where this was going from a mile away

"Okay, just to be clear, even if I find out he has a crush on you, and he makes me promise not to tell you, I can't tell him?"

"No! Please- I mean- please Jamie?"

They groaned. "Alright, alright. No telling Cove no matter what happens. I reserve the right to set you two up if I have to though."

"That's fair! Thank you so much- so much."

Jamie smiled, snickering a bit. Still, they knew exactly where this was gonna go, if media told them anything. This was gonna be a long and grueling few years.

Cove's the last to know about his crush on Derek

This partially includes Derek himself

Partially.

Jamie snickered to themselves about this constantly, and talked to Baxter about it very often

Listen, the hell of watching these two do an annoying tango around the bush that was their feelings? They couldn't do it alone

Baxter wasn't the closest with Cove nor Derek, but even he was invested in if or when the relationship would happen

And when Cove finally realized his feelings and almost yelled his realization to Jamie, they fully laughed

Not at him, not at his feelings, just- they half thought he knew??? How could he not

Then again

They were the most autistic friendship this world has ever seen

So really, with as dense as they both were, it should not have been a shock

"IthinkIlikeDerek," Cove blurted out in one quick breath, having called Jamie at the prime time of- midnight? Jesus Christ, Cove. Jamie has insomnia, what's your excuse?

It took them a few moments to process what he said, but when they did they laughed. "You're realizing this at midnight on a Wednesday?"

"Why are you acting like you knew?"

Silence.

"Did you know I have a crush on him before I did!?" Jamie's laughter told him all he needed to know, and they could almost hear the embarrassment in his tone. "Was I really that obvious to everyone else?"

Yeah, so, Jamie proceeded to play matchmaker

With Baxter's help, because there was no way in hell they were doing it alone

The two would never do it unless they were pushed, though

So while Jamie painstakingly tried convincing one (or both!) of them to confess, Bax started scheming up a backup plan

Unfortunately for him, Jamie actually succeeded in convincing Cove

Which was

Honestly a fucking miracle, have you seen the guy?

"Fine."

"Wait, actually?" Jamie was instantly ecstatic, grinning up at their too-tall friend.

"If you promise not to make fun of me for crying after it happens."

"'Course not! You're the best sentimental crier I know," while not a lie, Cove was also the only person Jamie knew who cried so often. "I'll have celebratory or depression treats ready for you."

Cove smiled, face flushed red from the whole discussion. "Thanks Jamie- you really think he feels the same?"

"I know it."

Of course, to no one but Cove's surprise

Jamie was right!

Cove and Derek were officially together

Now, I could write their first date

But frankly I don't want to right now (anyone reading can feel free to rq it and I'll make a oneshot or hc set though!)

Derek somehow got even brighter after they got together

And found himself making the way down to Sunset Bird far more often than before

He practically lived at Jamie's house, having sleepovers with them only to go visit Cove while they talked hours away with Baxter

When Jamie brought up the idea of a double date, Derek was immediately on board

Baxter agreed quickly too, partially because he loved Jamie and partially because he wanted to see the end result of the pining Jamie had spent years agonizing over

(Slow burns seemed to be a running theme in this group, looking at his and their relationship. But I digress, this isn't about them)

Cove agrees, a bit hesitant but happy to spend time with his closest friend, his boyfriend, and- whatever Baxter was to him, friend?

The four of them end up going out to dinner together and playing Pictionary at Cove's house

Cove is... horrible at it

He tanks his and Derek's points when he has to draw

But on the bright side!

Derek was good enough at doodling quickly that they got points that way

Jamie and Baxter were both decently good artists, but Jamie cracked under the pressure of the time crunch and could usually not get their sketch out properly

and Baxter's were so bare-boned that Jamie had trouble guessing until his time was almost up

Derek and Cove won pictionary against the artists, it's a miracle!

In his excitement of winning, Derek kissed Cove

Jamie almost cheered, because holy shit finally

And Cove

Was almost dead on the ground with how flustered he was

I think they're a really sweet couple

I mean, obviously, right?

From quiet nights on the couch watching movies together, to actually going out and doing things together, they just love being in each others' company

There is rarely a time you'll see them together but not touching

Usually it's subtle, hand-holding or wrapping an arm around each other

Other times, it's almost sickening how sweet and affectionate they are

It flusters Cove 24/7

But especially when they're in public and Derek decides to shower him with kisses

Derek will fumble to make up for Cove's bluntness and try and teach him how to be more situationally-aware/polite

It doesn't go well but hey, he tried

And Cove appreciates the effort, he really does, even if he does feel a little silly for not really getting it

Why would someone want you to be polite over being honest? Wouldn't you rather know what he really thought?

And Cove is adamant that Derek's not annoying

Any time Derek apologizes or backtracks or quiets down, he's encouraged to keep going on his rambles

"You're not annoying me, I just don't have anything to say" with a soft little smile that makes Derek's heart melt

I love them, they're so cute

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Doom is impending (finals are next week) but once doom is over I should have more time to actually knock out my reqs and work on some personal projects, so, woo!

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If your plot feels flat, STUDY it! Your story might be lacking...

Stakes - What would happen if the protagonist failed? Would it really be such a bad thing if it happened?

Thematic relevance - Do the events of the story speak to a greater emotional or moral message? Is the conflict resolved in a way that befits the theme?

Urgency - How much time does the protagonist have to complete their goal? Are there multiple factors complicating the situation?

Drive - What motivates the protagonist? Are they an active player in the story, or are they repeatedly getting pushed around by external forces? Could you swap them out for a different character with no impact on the plot? On the flip side, do the other characters have sensible motivations of their own?

Yield - Is there foreshadowing? Do the protagonist's choices have unforeseen consequences down the road? Do they use knowledge or clues from the beginning, to help them in the end? Do they learn things about the other characters that weren't immediately obvious?

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I will actually DIE on the Elliott x Alex (SDV) hill guys

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hiiii :D

Hihi!! How are you?

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Can you do any blooming Panic Li(Toaster if you would 👀) with an S/O who is short? I mean like, REALLY short 😅

✰ "You're Closest" ✰

pairingミ☆ Toasty x Short!Reader word count ミ☆ 485 tagsミ☆ height differences, x reader (as much of my stuff is), short (<500 words)

notes ミ☆ fun fact: I'm actually in love with everyone form Bloomic and would adore more reqs for this and my other silly little dating sim fandoms <33

They knew beforehand you were short, of course

They had kinda expected it, not being used to anyone taller than them

That comes with the territory of being 6'4

But truth be told they thought you were exaggerating when you mentioned barely broke 5 foot, and that you weren't even sure if you did

You were not exaggerating

He almost laughed, almost

You literally came up to his shoulder, he almost missed you you were so short!

But aside from the occasional teasing comments on it, I imagine he probably wouldn't mention it much

He was used to everyone being shorter than him, so by how much wasn't a big deal

However

That height difference got abused by the both of you

You had something high-up you needed to grab? Oh toastyyy~

They drop something? "Well you're closest to the ground"

You need to kiss them? Well it's not your fault they're so tall, you practically have to pull them down by their shirt!

He was trying to hide a present from you? That shit's going on the highest shelf in the house

On the note of you pulling them down to kiss, or to just be face-to-face

You could be married to the guy and they would still get flustered over it

Especially if it's just to pepper kisses all around their face, or just hold their face close to yours while you talk

It's like their heart stops, it's horrible (please never stop)

If you like being carried he'll do his damndest

Like he said, he likes pampering his partners

If that means giving you little piggy back rides around the house or carrying you bridal-style to the bed, well

Neither one of you is complaining, are you?

He's never needed a ladder or stop-stool a day in his life but when he notices you struggling to reach things, he gets you one

For those times he can't just grab things for you for one reason or another, and besides, he doesn't want you to be dependent on him

One time he was kneeling to do something and

It was so weird seeing you from this angle and not breaking his back to do it

You two were almost eye level

Almost

He was still taller

That bastard

When you're doing his hair

(Which is often, mind you, they love it when you do their hair)

They actually don't mind having to sit on the ground in front of the couch for you to do it

The pros outweigh the cons

Ultimately I don't think the height gap is very prominent in how you treat each other though

You tease him for being tall, he'll return the sentiment, and then you'll go about your day like normal, utilizing each others' heights for each others' benefits

And besides, you're not the one bending down, and he's super easy to fluster

So really, you win

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I'd love some Projects Blue head cannons, this game doesn't get enough attention. What kind of icecream do you think Asher likes?

✰ ice cream ✰

pairingミ☆ asher x reader word count ミ☆ tagsミ☆ ice cream date, asher's autistic (real!), fluffy

notes ミ☆ So I know it's just a hc about what kind of ice cream he likes, but like, I never get to write about Asher so you get more >:)

summary ミ☆ you and asher go on a little ice cream date <3

To actually answer your question: rocky road

I could not tell you why, I just think he does

BUT, in addition to that: here, have a little ice cream date hcs

he'd order for you if you asked him to

I wholeheartedly believe that if you're the type of person who can't talk in public or to strangers very well, he'd do it for you

he wouldn't even think about it if we're being honest

you'd ask him and he'd be like "oh sure, what do you want?"

no weird looks or hesitance

anyways

he doesn't like normal eye contact but he loves looking at you, so if you guys are eating your ice cream at a table together he'll end up looking pretty much anywhere that isn't your eyes

your forehead, your lips, your nose, even trailing down to your hands

kinda berates themself for it because they don't know if that's weird or not to do

if you're walking around somewhere, like a park, it's easier for them to avoid the eye contact

there's things to look around at as you two eat and talk

they can look at your face and eyes just fine if you're also taking in the scenery

he can't help but make little comments if something reminds him of a movie or animation he saw

he feels safe enough around you by now that that urge is hard to repress

(not that he genuinely wants to, he sees the way you smile when he talks about films and while he doesn't quite get why you care about his hobb- passion that much, he likes making you smile)

you get a bit of ice cream on your face and it's OVER

he'll tell you after a bit and, after your failed attempts to get it off, he'd lean over and kiss it off your face himself

and then pretend he's confused when you blush over it

"What's wrong? I was just trying to help, number 2 :>"

yes that emoticon is VERY needed to understand that man's tone

and yes, that nickname is entirely necessary

don't worry though, you get him back for it

just compliment him enough and run your fingers through his hair when you two finish eating and watch him get so red in the face

he'll blame the blush on the fact that his face is always red

to his credit, it is

to your credit, it's not always that red

I really don't think he'd offer his ice cream to you

but if you ask he'd probably find another spoon and offer you a small bite

they won't let you just kinda toss your trash anywhere and will actively go searching for a trash can to put it in

that's just their vibe to me

after you're both officially done eating your ice cream, they have no problem just holding your hand, walking and talking together

he's the type to rub circles into the back of your hand I just know he is

and also

if it's cold and you suggest it, holding hands in the pocket of his jacket <3

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Woah new theming? On Sol's blog? More likely than you'd think apparently

No but actually I've been on tumblr for years and still don't know what I'm doing, I think that's just the vibe of the site

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✰ sol | he/it | gay / polyamorous | autistic dumbass ✰

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