#I could make a million little doodles like these

[mae-peachie]

this post made me think of them

[djsangos]

swore i didnt have any pics of me as a kid but somehow found this hiding in an old jacket that doesnt even fit anymore and thought id show tideblr

look its me age like 9 with the family shrimp chowder and my ass is NOT holding him very securely

[januaryembrs]

YOU'RE TOO SWEET FOR ME | Spencer Reid x Sunshine!Reader

Request: @avis-writeshq says -

HELLO HELLO jumping on your 2k celebration reqs because 2K OMG SO DESERVED ‼️🫶

may i perhaps request a spencer reid x fem!reader fic please 🥹 maybe him post prison w new reader and she follows him around everywhere because she’s just instantly enamoured to him 🤭

thank you so so much lovely and congrats again !!!

Description: thirteen years in the fbi and ten weeks in prison does a number on Spencer, only when he arrives back in the office he meets the sunshine rookie that seems rather taken with him.

word length: 2.6k (this really ran away from me)

warnings: post-prison Reid, slightest age gap, Spencer dealing with coming home from prison, gun shooting?

authors note: hozier’s new song 'Too Sweet' + post-prison reid is a need, not a want.

He smelled her french vanilla perfume before he even knew she was there. But then again, it was all he could smell the minute she waltzed into the office with a tray of coffee, like someone had stuck a sweet dessert in the oven and baked it on full. 

“Good morning!” She chirped, winding an arm over his shoulder and setting down a take out cup and a little chocolate donut on his desk, “Pen said you like chocolate, and I mean who doesn’t like chocolate, right?” 

She was potent when she was so close to him, and in one single breath he caught a whiff of her shampoo, before she had flitted over to her side of the desk that sat opposite his, where Morgan once sat. Noticing his hesitance, mistaking it for discontent she paused, almost spilling her own beverage over the potted plant she kept by her keyboard, scrambling to set it on the surface.

“Y-you do like chocolate right? I mean they had strawberry too, I can switch yours with JJ’s, I’m sure she wouldn’t mind-” She splurged, and her face was much too worried considering it was a matter of a donut, particularly considering he was already eying up the way the thick chocolate was melting in the pastry bag.

“Chocolate is great, I love…” He held up the bag to read the label with squinting hazel hues, “Cocoa Caramel delight,”

He had never heard of it.

He had never even seen this brand, but he wanted to quell her nerves even in the slightest. The BAU didn’t have the funds for a new keyboard, let alone time to send her to the ER if she ended up spilling her coffee over her hand. 

She seemed convinced, and he offered her a small smile, not exactly his most enthusiastic, but then again he hadn’t been much of a morning person since he’d come out of prison. He liked quiet, he liked a moment to himself before Penelope called them into the round table for briefing. But she was sweet, too sweet perhaps for the dark nature of their job. 

He could already see it chewing up her perky disposition and spitting her right back out within a year. It happened to the best of them.

But she smiled back at him, a million watt grin that made him think maybe he was being a little cruel. She was still brand new, still trying to make friends and he remembered how hard he tried when it had been his first few weeks on the team. He turned his gaze away from her in shame, reading the way she’d written his name on the cup in a pink sharpie, framing it with two doodle hearts. 

She all but skipped away, sensing he didn’t feel like talking much anymore, and he heard Emily exclaiming she was ‘A caffeine angel sent from the heavens,’ as she handed her the drink. He watched her braided hair disappear down the hall as she bounced over to Penelope’s lair. 

He picked at the cocoa caramel delight with a kind of self loathing he was familiar with, the french vanilla still a saccharine sugar in his nose. 

-

She caught him again; though this time he felt her bristle past his arm, watching the bullets pierce the target paper with an accuracy that only came from fourteen years of practice. 

“Do you reckon you could teach me how to do that?” Her cadence was light and airy, and he had to stop himself from jumping, from slamming the butt of the gun into her nose on reaction, because he knew she meant well, even though she had no idea how damaged he was.

He was still out of sorts from having to look over his shoulder at every second of the day, and he was surprised he was holding it together so far. He supposed shooting the shit out of a target helped.

Because it was just her, looking at him with soft eyes and a smile that could start wars, and he knew she had no idea the effect she had on the walls he’d tried so hard to build in prison. 

She must have mistook his look for annoyance, because she was quick to fumble with her own loaded gun, taking a step back in retreat, worried that she crossed some line she didn’t know he’d drawn.

“Or I could get Luke to show me, I didn’t mean to bother you, I just am really a shit shot and I know that’s pretty useless in the field-” It wasn’t until he flicked the safety on and took a step to follow her did she look at him again hopefully. 

“No, I’d be more than happy to show you,” He cleared his throat, setting his pistol in its holster and stepping behind her as she lined herself up for the fake body meant to resemble an unsub, “We all have to start somewhere. Show me your form,” 

She raised her arms up in front of her, aiming for a few seconds for the spot in the centre of the chest cavity, her finger reaching up for the trigger. 

She shot once, her face hardened for the first time he’d ever seen, and they both watched the paper rip about half a foot down the unsub’s leg. 

“See, in my head it’s hitting dead centre and then by the time I shoot it’s wiggling all over the place,” She explained, scratching her neck and frowning at the paper body, “I don’t suppose unsubs are willing to stand still and wait while the rookie figures out her shot,”

“Your hips are perfect, wide stance means you get more stability against the ricochet,” She tried not to simper at his words, or the way he sidled up behind her, his hands coming up to her shoulders as if he’d known her for years, as if JJ hadn’t told her how much he hated other people’s germs, “It’s in your shoulders you’re losing balance, try relaxing a little,”

But she couldn’t not when he was breathing down her neck, rubbing those long fingers over her shoulder blades trying to get her to straighten out her posture, hoping he couldn’t feel the way her chest rattled with nerves. 

“Relax,” He reminded, trying not to chuckle when he felt her shake her arms out as a means of hiding the way her skin had warmed under his rough touch, “You know, my unit chief taught me how to shoot. I wasn’t at all good at it when I first started,”

“Oh really?” She asked, her breaths feather light as he reached around her and adjusted her grip on the gun, “H-he must have been a good teacher,”

“He was the best,” Spencer agreed, brushing off the fact she was all but putty beneath his hands, “Three steps for the perfect shot; front sight, trigger press, follow through. Always keep your head forward, always keep your dominant finger ready, and wait until you’ve shot to drop your stance,” 

She looked up at him in admiration, and her soft smile was back as his own musk of laundry detergent and chamomile soap encompassed her as his arms did. 

He brought one of those big hands to the back of her head, moving her with gentle ease to look back at the target, a slight chuckle in his voice as he spoke: “Focus, what’s step number one?”

“Front sight,” She echoed him, fixing her shoulders with determination as he dropped his hands and stepped away from her. Taking a deep breath, she murmured to herself under her breath the next step as her forefinger rested over the trigger. She pulled it after a moment of courage, and froze in spot as she watched it hit where the stomach would sit. 

Not a perfect shot, but certainly a lot better than she had been doing. 

Her eyes widened behind the thick protective glasses, and her hands became fists above her head as she squealed in delight. 

“Did you see that- did you see!” She yelled over the sound proof ear muffs they both wore, and he was quick to grab the gun out of her swinging arms, clicking the safety on for her before she could end up blowing a hole in the ceiling. 

“Very good, give it a few months you’ll be a natural,” He complimented with a smile as she clapped her hands in glee, buzzing on the spot as if she’d chugged five energy drinks or doubled up on her coffee for the day. 

He tried ignoring the way his chest warmed seeing her so happy because of him, especially when she looked at him like that. 

--

“You said you needed those files, Dr Reid,” She’d appeared again, like she always did, and he had barely enough time to glance up from the paper he was already inspecting before he was hit by the perfume again, and he looked up to see two bright eyes watching him hopefully. Her arms were piled high with easily a box full of folders he had asked Anderson to find for him, and he saw the way she strained slightly to keep them held tight. 

“Jesus! Let me help you,” She prayed he couldn’t feel the way her heart thumping against the manilla folders as he leaned over to take them out of her grasp, the way her eyes fell to his light smattering of facial hair as his lips were little more than a few inches from hers. Even when his hands brushed hers, and he seemed to realise she was staring, watching her scramble to look somewhere else other than his amused eyes, embarrassed he’d caught her, “Thankyou. And just call me Spencer,” 

“Thankyou,” She echoed, shaking her head with a girlish smile on her face, her cheeks warm with humiliation, “I mean you’re welcome, any time,” 

For the sake of her self preservation he waited until she turned around to smile to himself, pretending he didn’t see the way she muttered under her breath, or that she almost walked straight into the filing cabinet on her hasty exit out of the office. 

“Seems like you have a shadow,” Emily’s voice met him as he heard her heeled footsteps approach, and they both watched their newest team mate almost bump right into JJ as she kept her head down, stroking her hair nervously, “She was super excited to meet you when you were away, said she went to one of your guest lectures you did with Hotch a couple years ago,”

His brows shot into his hairline, something warm flourishing in his chest when he saw her peek back to see the two of them watching her, and she immediately darted for her seat for an excuse to turn her back to them. 

Spencer smiled again, running a hand through his curled locks as if he was trying to think of something else other than the joy that had over come his features. 

She certainly was charming, in an incredibly girlish way, and he wasn’t the only one who thought it. He hadn’t heard Penelope giggling so much since Morgan had left, nor did he miss the way Rossi and Emily watched her darting around in the field, chasing after her as if she needed one of those leashes people had for toddlers.

Or the way Luke had had to talk her out of bringing a stray cat back to the BAU just two days ago because ‘it looked sad and lonely’. 

She was only eight years his junior, and yet he felt like the job had made him too hard, too mature, too tough against a softness like hers.

Girls had never really been interested in him, at least not for him as Spencer Reid, not as SSA Dr Reid. He had the occasional fling, even Maeve in the grand scheme of things had been a budding romance at best, and just the thought of Cat Adams viper-like eyes had him shuddering. 

He barely wanted anything to do with women at the moment, at least that was what he’d told himself every night he’d been fighting for his damn life in prison. 

But it was almost too easy to feel this way about her, like he couldn’t drink in her sweet smell or even sweeter voice fast enough, or bathe in her gaze that melted like rich chocolate when he took a glance her way. 

He didn’t bring it up with her until they were the last few people filing out of the office. 

“I can drive you,” She chirped, almost dropping the contents of her bag everywhere as she rooted for her car keys, and before he could protest, because it was like all he could see now was how eager to be around him she was and he wasn’t too sure he could keep himself from opening pandora’s box, she jingled her keys, that of course had crochet bluebells hanging from them and all but danced past him into the elevator. “Come on, you can have shotgun,” 

“I’ll be the only passenger, doesn’t that mean I automatically have shotgun?” He asked, following behind her as she stood in the elevator with a beaming smile, her finger clicking the ground floor button a bunch of times even though it made no difference how fast the doors closed. 

“Well, yeah, but it’s going to be the best shotgun you’ve ever had. I’m talking you can be Miss Daisy and I’ll be your Morgan Freeman,” And as if her spirit was infectious, he shook his head with a hidden chuckle.

There was a minute of silence between the two as she played with a loose thread on her cardigan, and it was then he took the chance to ask her the question that had been burning on his lips all day. 

“You didn’t by any chance go to University of Pennsylvania, did you?” Spencer asked, noting the way her eyes fell to the floor and how she licked her lips nervously.

“Yeah,” She replied cautiously, fingers clenched tightly around her keyring, “I know it’s not Caltech, but it was pretty good-”

“Didn't you see my lecture with Hotch?” He asked, and his smile widened tenfold when her hands slapped over her cheeks that burned with horror, moving quickly up to cover her eyes, “Little birdy told me you were quite excited to meet me-”

“Oh, Emily,” She groaned, burying her face in her palms, avoiding his teasing expression like the plague, “I knew, I knew she was going to tell you, I’m surprised she didn’t tell JJ first, unless she did and our whole team know I was some crazy girl who liked the FBI agents so much she switched her major,” 

“You switched your major for me?” He asked incredulously and he only laughed harder, one of the first times since he’d come home, when she groaned louder, turning away from him entirely. 

“Shut up, I did not swap my major for you,” She bit back, and she finally met his gaze, her expression an embarrassed wince, “I just… liked the material. You were very compelling,”

“Did you have a poster of us?” Spencer wanted to stop teasing, knew he was being a little cruel, but how could he resist when she shrieked in between laughter, shoving his shoulder with mortification.

“No,”

“Did you kiss Hotch’s picture before bed like an obsessive fangirl?” 

She gestured to him vulgarly as they left the elevator and headed for the car park, and it made a huge difference to the usual adoration she watched him with, but maybe, he thought, it made him like her even more. 

“No more shotgun for you, you’re going in the trunk like an old rug,” She snapped, though he could tell she was still horrified by the way she avoided his delighted hazelnut gaze. 

“Like an old rug?” He feigned hurt, but when they sat in her car, she finally looked over at him with something vulnerable and yet affectionate, like he’d seen her for all she was worth. He reached over the console to squeeze her hand gently, not missing the way her palm clammed beneath his and she struggled for words, so he continued for her, “That’s really no way to talk to your idol, you know,” 

Spencer swore his chest felt lighter than it had in months watching her laugh like that.

[localkiss]

Princess Sprinkles!

Vendetta Chris Redfield x fem reader!

cw: dd/lg, creampie, squirting (guys idk how squirting feels like....), multiple orgasms (reader), fingering, pet names, praise kink, oral fixation (reader obv), light mentions of breeding, soft dom!Chris!!, afab terms used, size kink ish.., Chris being silly, Chris being a lil mean one time, and some fluff :3 !! — Lmk if I missed anything.

wc: 2005 !! (🤭 birth year go crazyy LOL!)

notes: if you don't like ddlg just um. Idk don't read 💀!! I fr try not to make the reader teeny tiny but like dude Chris is huge asf.. size kink go brrr 🧎🏻‍♀️! I'll be making reader a lil squishy from now on bc I'm not skinny either ☝🏻.Also I used to watch the Bratz babyz movie on repeat sm that the disc got ruined 😭😭 soo.. yes that part is directly from yours truly! Not proof read 😵‍💫

tags: @argreion, @rigorwhoring bc ily guys 😇!!

"Daddy!" You squeal as soon as Chris picks you up and spins you around. Making your fluffy mini pleated skirt twirl upwards.

Chris hoists your pretty body over his shoulders and pats you on the butt, practically skipping towards your shared bedroom. It looks like someone dumped all the squishmallows possible into the master bedroom. He can't help but think of you every time he sees a stuffed animal. Shits rooted in his brain. Stuffies = his angel!

Yeah, he might have to fight with them to make room for himself, but he wouldn't trade it for any other way. He doesn't actually fight them, knowing you'd throw a hissy fit and say "Hate daddy! Forever 'n ever!" Chris's heart shatters like glass whenever you say that.

He's grown softer because of you and those little threats of yours make his heart drop down to the core of the Earth. Would he admit it to team Alpha? No. Never in a million years. But they've got eyes and ears, they're not Patrick Star. Dumb and living under a rock.

Lately he's been covered in hickeys and cute little doodles that're supposed to be like tattoos by yours truly. Goes to work and gets teased by his squad, telling him how you've got him wrapped around your pretty little finger. How much you've changed him, for the better. He always shrugs them off, putting them back to work.

You for sure made Chris cut back on smoking a fuck ton. Constantly crying about how the stench will ruin your stuffies and the coat the walls of the house with a film. You're right, that's for sure. And the fact that second hand smoke is even worse is what clicks it into his head for him. His baby. His sweetheart, could end up dying because of his stupid ass habits.

Chris has lost too many of his men because of his habits. Too many good men. You are his savior. He pounds away the guilt into your needy little cunt. Constantly craving him. Needing him. Loving him. Honest to God, he needs that more than anything in this lifetime.

"Sweetheart," he sighs and sets you down onto the bed. "I missed you. Whatcha been up to?"

"Slept 'n colored and um... Ate some snackies, watch movie, 'n had lotsa juice!" You mumble, eyes glancing around the entire room. Using your hands to talk, as your words get slurred when you're in this state of mind.

Chris presses a faint kiss to your temple and noses down to the underside of your ear. Carefully holding the back of your head with his hand. He gives you more kisses and blows raspberries into your ear, making you squeal and swat at him.

"That's good baby. Glad you had a productive day." Chris smiles at you lovingly.

Your heart then swoons, making you feel all mushy inside. Praise gets him everything from you. Just like you crying out for daddy gets you everything from him!

He lazily starts to unbuckle his belt, pulling it through the loops. Setting it down on the bedside table with a thud. He starts to undo his fly, pushing his pants all the way down, kicking out of them.

Only dressed in his boxers and shirt, he engulfs you with a hug. Nuzzling into your neck, feeling your hands grab ahold of his shirt.

"Daddy?"

"Just recharging honey, hold on." His voice is deep and gruffy, sending chills up your spine.

You lay there, body buzzing with warmth as his figure presses you into the mattress. His hips shift and move against yours, causing you to gasp.

Thighs squeezing against his fit waist and he sighs into your neck. "Daddy's not charge. He excited..." Your fingers tug on his shirt and he sits up.

"Off?" Pointing to his shirt and you clumsily remove your own shirt and skirt. Now both of you are only in your underwear. Well, you still have your white thigh highs on, but still.

He presses your thighs up to your chest and settles in the middle as best as he can. Feeling his skin on your skin feels like heaven. Makes your panties wet, which he's noticed but doesn't want to say anything about it. Knowing you get all shy and embarrassed when he points things out like that. He likes it. Thinks it's cute that you want skin ship.

"So pretty baby," he pushes his hips forward. His cock catching onto your clit with each slow roll. "Pretty pussy, pretty tits. Pretty girl. My pretty girl."

Chris leans back and gets rid of his boxers. Pulling your panties up to slip his cock between your folds. Laying back down on top of you. Humping you instead of fucking you.

You can't complain, his tip his pressing against your clit nicely. Your hips rolling up to meet his and his dick slips inside.

He bottoms out immediately with a growl. "Baby. Did I say you could put it in?" Chastising you with a rough thrust, acting like it's your fault his dick slipped inside of your tiny hole.

"Daddy, didn't mean to. Not m'fault," you whine out, kicking your legs.

"S'okay. Daddy will make it all better." Chris presses a kiss to your forehead and acts like he's going to pull it out. Only to harshly thrust it back into you. "Fuck, princess. She's not wanting to let me go. You hear her crying for me?"

Moaning, you dig your nails into his back, "Daddy, daddy, never leave," you start babbling already.

He groans and rabbits his hips, making the bed rock against the wall.

"Wait, daddy, stuffies no want look, turn," you try to speak as he continues to fuck you like he hates you.

"Shit, okay baby. Hold on," he grunts and turns them around as best as he can. "Better now?"

You nod and go in for a kiss and he meets you halfway. Drooling into your mouth and your tongues swirl together before you suck on his. Moaning as he drives himself deeper inside of you. Squelching sounds and skin on skin echoing in the bedroom. Surely you guys won't get a noise complaint this time!

He spits into your mouth and smears it all over your lips with his thumb, pushing it into your mouth. Who needs a pacifier when you've got daddy's thumb?

Watching your eyes flutter shut and your lips wrapping around his thumb, it sets him off. His other hand driving down between you both and rubbing harshly at your puffy nub.

Biting down, you furrow your eyebrows. Breathing quickly and moaning softly. "Close," you hum around his digit. Sucking on it as you get closer and closer.

Chris's dick hits a special spot inside of you and your body shakes underneath him. Pussy trying to push out his cock as a clear liquid shoots out of you.

"Goddamn, baby, squirting on me, mmhh—fuck..." His hips falter and he dumps his cum inside of you. Resting his body on you, burying you into the bed. Making sure his cum never leaves you.

Chris pulls his thumb out of your mouth and kisses you feverishly. "Putting a baby in you, s'that alright princess?" Your pussy agrees by clenching around his thickness.

But he's acting like you've got a choice, since he's already done the deed. He pulls you up into his arms and you guys slowly make your way to the bath. Still connected and full.

Keeping you in his arms, he reaches down to turn on the water and put in the plug. You giggle and some of his cum starts to spurt out and drip down his balls. He settles in the tub with you on his lap, grabbing the soap to fill it with bubbles.

Chris slowly lifts you off of his length and sets you between his legs. Back pressed against his hairy chest. While his cum dribbles out of you.

His fingers make their way down to your sensitive cunt and slowly dips them inside. "Shh, I know baby," pressing soft kisses to your cheek as you whine and claw weakly at his forearms. The other one is keeping you pressed against him.

"Daddy's helping you baby," he starts to curl his fingers and your legs shake. Clearly overstimulated from earlier. But Chris starts to be a bit greedy, smacking his palm against your pretty little pearl.

Throwing your head back against his shoulder, he coaxes you into another orgasm. With the disguise of helping you get his cum out. If anything, he's trying to fuck it back into. Serious about putting a mini him or you inside of your tummy.

"Baby, almost there. Y'got it princess.. mmh.. cum one more time for daddy? Promise I'll clean you up and get us some donuts with sprinkles on 'em, just the way you like." Man, he's even bribing you! Daddy knows what you really want right now. So you whimper in response.

"Daddy, mmhhff... Daddy oh god! Please, please, please!" Your heels dig into the tub as the water fills it. His lips sucking and biting into your neck is what makes you cream around his digits.

Body convulsing and breath raggedy and higher as you come down from your second high of the night. Chris grabs your face and kisses you all over, mumbling praises into your skin. "Good girl, daddy's so proud of you."

Then, he takes his time washing you off, letting you play with the rubber duckies and splashing water onto him. Putting bubbles on his beard and making one for yourself.

"I daddy! See?" You pout and furrow your eyebrows, taking a drag of an imaginary cigarette. Chris rolls his brown eyes and takes the imaginary cigarette and puts it out.

"Babies can't do that stuff, remember? Only daddies can do that, silly baby girl." He wipes the bubbles off of your face and his, nibbling on your earlobe. Making chewing noises, "Om nom nom, my baby tastes so yummy!"

You squeal and press your face into your shoulder. "Daddy! Got wash so we can eat nummy donut! Donut sprinkle!"

He hums and gets to work. Gently washing your back and hair as you wash your front side and down to your toes. Chris hauls you up and he turns on the shower to wash your hair and his. God knows he needs this shower after training his new squad mates today.

Chris washes his own figure as you cup the water in your tiny hands and splash it up in the air. Watching you pretend you have powers as the water runs down your arms and to the tips of your fingers.

"Alright princess. Let's go get some sprinkled donuts," he pats your heart shaped ass with a chuckle. Wrapping you in a fuzzy towel, he gets to work drying you off. It reminds you of that Bratz babyz movie. Sure reminds him of it too. From how often you guys watched it, the CD stopped working and you threw a fit.

So of course, he bought a couple more, just in case. It's not like he doesn't have the money for it. So why not keep his baby sated with something so simple as a 2000s movie? He even bought you some Bratz dolls and monster high ones. Likes how you squeal and jump around in excitement every time he buys you something so simple as a doll. Makes him happy.

"Princess sprinkles and daddy sprinkles! Getting donut sprinkles! Sprinkles, sprinkles, sprinkles!" You laugh as he puts on your blue matching cinnamoroll pajamas that he spent fifty dollars on. Worth it in his opinion. Looks so cute on you, he can't help but press kisses all over your cheeks.

"Alright, alright, princess sprinkles. Let's go get in the car. Daddy'll buy you all the chocolate sprinkled donuts there is at the bakery." Chris's heart thumps in his chest. Yeah, there's a sprinkled shaped hole with a sprinkle version of you in his heart.

[archangeldyke-all]

So uhm ….how..how about sev with a corruption kink and .. 👉🏻👈🏻 a really really sweet girl who … gets reeled in by sev‘s magnetic personality and ends up just … u know … getting corrupted 👉🏻👈🏻

i'm completely chill and normal about this ask. (i'm lying) (i'm clawing at my walls and ripping my hair out)

men and minors dni

sevika never thought she'd be into inexperienced girls.

she didn't think she'd be patient enough for it. when sevika wants to fuck someone, she wants to fuck them. she doesn't wanna teach them how to fuck, she doesn't wanna wait to fuck, she just wants to fuck and move on.

but then she meets you.

she thinks you're the cutest fucking thing in the world.

you're sweet. you're the only person sevika knows who will always toss her a smile, even when she's scowling at everyone who comes in her line of vision. it gives her butterflies.

you're kind. when sevika's upset-- most people avoid her. you don't, though. you see right through the angry glare she wears to cover up her hurt. and you ask. you ask her if she's okay, if she wants to talk, if she'd like some company. and you actually listen to her answers.

the first few times she says no-- confused by the question and trying to figure out your angle.

but after a while she realizes you don't have an angle. you're just kind, eyes genuine as you look at her, a sympathetic little furrow between your brows. so she starts being honest. no, she's not okay, no she doesn't want to talk about it, but yes. she'd like your company.

and after the first few times of that, of the two of you just sitting in companionable silence, as you occasionally tell her a funny anecdote, doodling on a napkin beside her, she starts talking too.

you're funny. you make her laugh when she least expects it, little quiet quips only meant for her to hear that make her snort and smack her hand over her mouth in embarrassment. you've got this subtle snark that not everyone picks up on-- but sevika always notices and giggles when you're a bit sassy.

and it's all these reasons-- you're kind heart and sweet nature and sense of humor-- that sevika falls in love with you.

but it's your innocence that makes her fall in lust.

you're innocent. so, so innocent. as your friendship grows and you start opening up to sevika, she's shocked to find out that you (you, the girl she's been having wet dreams about every other night) are a virgin. that you've never even had a girlfriend-- that your last kiss was in the second grade when a slimy little boy held your favorite stuffie hostage until you pressed your lips against his.

she doesn't get it. she has a million fucking questions about it.

she finally snaps one evening, drunk and deadly curious.

"so then the guy tells me they're not sellin' chicken eggs anymore and i'm like what's wrong with chi--?"

"do you masturbate?" sevika blurts. you choke on your words.

"s-sorry!?" you ask with a laugh. sevika cringes and shrugs.

"well... do you?" she asks. you blink.

"i'm a virgin sevika, not a prude."

"so... yes?" she guesses. you laugh.

"yes." you say. something in sevika's stomach flutters. "don't you?" you ask. she nods.

"do you... think about sex when you do it?" she asks. you blink at her.

"well... yeah..." you say.

"am i making you uncomfortable?" she asks, suddenly worried. you giggle.

"i'd tell you to fuck off if you were. i just don't understand where all the questions are coming from." you say.

"i--" sevika cuts herself off. what's she supposed to say? i can't stop thinking about all the ways i could ruin you? that's what she wants to say, but she thinks that might be a bit strong. "i guess i just don't get how you haven't found someone yet."

you furrow your brow.

"well, it's not like women are fuckin' throwing themselves at me, sevika." you say.

"that's not--"

"i'm not an idiot, you know, i know what sex is. just 'cause not all of us aren't fuckin' walking sex magnets doesn't mean--"

"that's not what i meant!" sevika screeches out. her eyes are wide and panicked.

"well, what did you mean?"

"i meant that you're hot as fuck and i'm trying to figure out if you're a virgin 'cause you wanna be or if i'd have a shot at fuckin' you!"

it's quiet for a minute as you absorb sevika's words.

she massages her temples with her hand, mumbling to herself under her breath. you catch a few words. what the fuck is wrong with you? and this is why i don't drink clear liquor.

"you'd have a shot." you choke out eventually. sevika's head snaps up to look at you. "i-i mean--"

"what?" she cuts you off again. you shrug.

"if you wanted. but, you know, i can't-- we'd have to--"

"take it slow, yeah--"

"and i don't think i can do the whole casual th--"

"i'm in love with you." she says. a second passes, and then sevika's brain catches up to her. she smacks her head on the table with a groan. "what the fuck is wrong with me?"

"are you serious!?" you choke out. sevika huffs.

"yes. but i really didn't mean to say it. please pretend i didn't. or if it's too weird for you now--"

you burst into laughter.

sevika's known she wants to corrupt you, but she's vastly underestimated how much she'd get off on it.

like, she thinks she's more turned on than you are-- and you're always soaking wet around sevika.

even in the beginning, when she's trying her very best to keep it romantic and polite (kisses on your cheek every chance she can, a hand around your waist or shoulders almost always, sweet goodnight kisses at your door) the sweet way you flutter your eyelashes at her as you blink your eyes in surprise, the way you shyly smile at her-- it makes her cunt throb.

she spends every moment she can looking at you. half of the time it's in sweet admiration or amusement, the other half she's daydreaming about fucking you, her eyes wandering up and down your figure.

she lets you control the pace-- but she doesn't hesitate once you give her a go ahead.

so, after your third date --homemade pizza and a movie on sevika's couch-- when you shyly smiles up at her and ask if, maybe, she'd like to stay a little longer? she just has to scoop you up in her arms and carry you back to the couch, pressing her mouth to yours.

you were fumbling against her lips, gasping in surprise and trying to keep up with her pace-- but she intentionally kept you guessing-- absolutely adoring the gentle, inexperienced press of your mouth against hers and the little moans pleasure escaping your lips.

she won't pull away from your mouth, won't let you breathe for more than a moment before diving back in-- so you push her down to your neck, moaning when she starts nibbling and kissing the skin of your throat. she growls against you.

"fuck, can i give you a hickey?" she grunts, before returning to her gentle kisses and nips. you shudder.

"yes please." you whimper.

she groans as she bites into the flesh of your throat.

you whine.

sevika's got one hand on your jaw, one gently scratching up and down your back. you grip her arms, redirecting them so one hand can fondle your ass while the other can play with your tits.

sevika moans against your neck and bites you so hard you're certain she draws blood. she doesn't-- but it was a close thing.

(it's only years later that she shyly admits to you that she bit you so hard 'cause she was cumming in her pants.)

you become obsessed with her kisses. any moment you can, you're tugging her in for a kiss.

she loves it. loves teasing you about how needy you are. loves the way you'll pout-- she always kisses it away.

(also, she calls you needy, like she's not the one tracing circles into whatever patch of your skin she can reach and staring at your lips with a cocky smirk while you talk.)

you start losing track of your dates with sevika. you guys were already close friends-- seeing each other multiple times a week-- and now that you're in a relationship (which sevika loves reminding you of because she loves the half embarrassed half proud little smile it gets out of you) but now you're spending most of your free time together.

sometimes you go out, sometimes you stay in, sometimes you just go buy groceries together or meet at each other's apartments to take a nap.

but all that being said, it's about one month into your relationship when sevika first sees you naked.

you've seen sevika naked plenty of times before. she's not shy about her body, and she loves the way your eyes get all wide and glossy, the way your lips part, and your thighs clench when she's, 'just airdrying babe, it's better for your skin or something,' after her shower for thirty minutes.

so it's really satisfying when the roles are finally reversed, and sevika's left speechless as you straddle her lap, still clothed in her boxers.

it's satisfying until sevika's eyebrows furrow and she bites her lip.

your stomach drops.

you're just like anybody else-- you have your fair share of insecurities about your body. and this is the first time anyone besides your doctor or yourself has seen you naked. you give it a second, but when she doesn't move or speak, you start to panic.

"sevika?" you squeak out. her eyes snap up to look at you. she gulps.

"fuck." she gasps.

"uhh...?"

"i'm gonna say it again, shit!" she bites her lip.

"say wha--"

"i'minlovewithyou." she says all at once. you freeze. "you're so beautiful fuck i- i wanna tear you apart but-- fuck, no-- i mean i do but-- i'm in love with you. i wanna-- you've fuckin' ruined me! and now i wanna ruin you, you know?" she babbles. you giggle.

"i knew you had a kink for the whole virgin thing!" you say, pointing an accusing finger at her.

sevika clams up, her shoulders coming up to her ears and her face cringing. "i--"

you kiss her to silence her. she slowly relaxes, her hands coming up to grip your hips.

she guides your hips down, slowly grinding your wet pussy in circles against her thigh.

you pull away with a gasp, looking down at sevika's pretty blushing face, and you giggle. "i think it's cute, baby." you whisper against her lips. she huffs.

"it's not about the vi-virgin thing. it's about you. fuck. you're so good. and i wanna make you feel so good. and it's s-s-so fuckin' hot that you let me. and i-i..."

"you love me?" you guess. she nods.

you laugh, then press a gentle, sincere kiss to her lips.

"i love you too, sevika." you whisper.

she cums, her arms wrapping around, digging her fingers into your back and tugging you to her chest. "b-baby, shit!" she gasps against your throat. you giggle, and press kisses against her head as she shakes beneath you.

you're so horny afterwards that you beg her to make you cum. she flips you onto the bed, hovering over you, pressing kisses to your face, your breasts, your stomach.

"anything, baby, you want my mouth or--?"

"mouth!" you squeak. she chuckles.

"perfect fuckin' choice." she praises, before ripping your legs apart and pinning them to the bed.

she hovers above your pussy, her mouth six inches away from you, the hot puffs of her breath making your cunt clench.

"sevika--"

"just a second." she whispers, eyes glued to your cunt. you whine and shift your hips.

"sevika!"

"fuckin' hold on a second, baby, i'm tyrin' to take a mental pictu--mpph!" you pres her face down against your cunt, cutting her off.

she tries to glare up at you, but the second she gets a taste of you, her eyes are rolling in the back of her head and she moaning louder than you are.

she doesn't let go of her grip on your thighs-- she keeps you pinned as she alternates between sucking your clit and ducking down to lap at your leaking entrance, occasionally pushing against it and slipping the tip of her tongue in.

you're squealing, scrabbling at her hair and twitching in her hold-- stuttering out half words that get cut off by moans.

she chuckles against you and pulls away, her mouth and chin covered in spit and arousal, a grin on her lips. one of her hands trails up your thigh for her thumb to begin rubbing circles on your clit.

"tell me how you masturbate." she demands. you shiver.

"fuck--"

"do you use fingers? or do you just play with this pretty clit?" she purrs. you gasp.

"i-i-- both i guess?"

"mmm. how many fingers?"

"one m-maybe two if i'm really--"

"do you want one of mine?" she asks. you groan and nod, tugging on her scalp.

"please please please please--"

"fuck, but you're so tight, honey. you know i got big fingers. you think you can take it?" she asks, her lips brushing against your clit as her thumb travels down to trace your labia.

"for fuck's sake sevika--" you start. she giggles below you before shooting up, her hand still pressed against her cunt, but her lips now smashed against yours.

she pecks little kisses on your lips as she runs her pointer finger through your folds, gathering your dripping arousal and her spit, and then she thrusts her tongue into your mouth just as she eases her finger into you.

you moan. she really does have big fingers, and a much better angle than you're ever able to reach. she chuckles against your lips.

"you okay?" she asks as she slowly eases her finger back out. you nod against her.

you're sensitive-- it's so foreign feeling someone else inside you, so pleasurable, but so strange-- it doesn't take much for you to start shaking and clenching around her finger. she keeps a slow, steady pace, and you gasp. "oh fuck-- i'm gonna!"

sevika whimpers against you, ducking down to press a kiss to your nipple before squatting between your legs and sucking your clit into her mouth.

you both cum. sevika cums at the way your tight cunt clenches around her finger, and you cum and from gentle circles she's rubbing into your g-spot.

she's obsessed with fingering you.

anywhere, anytime, sevika will snatch your wrist and drag you into the nearest empty room, before shoving her hand down your pants and massaging your cunt, sinking one or two fingers inside when you're wet enough.

"s-s-sorry baby," she whimpers against you as you claw at her biceps, muffling your moans into her shoulder. "i'll make it fast-- you just look way too fuckin' good tonight." she grunts as she sinks a finger into your cunt.

she fucks you slow and gentle against the bathroom stall, both of you giggling when someone rattles the locked door.

"shhhit you feel so good, honey." she grunts. she's always all needy and whiny right up until you cum. then: she just lets her mouth run, saying all the nasty things she's thinking out loud to you.

you clench around her finger, clawing at her shoulder. "shit baby, i'm gonna--"

"fuck, baby i love this pussy. so fuckin' tight for me an' 's all mine. god i can't wait 'til you can take my cock. stuff you nice and full, stretch you out, get you squirtin' on my dick--"

you come with a loud moan.

(outside the bathroom, you hear a scandalized gasp. you both laugh as you quickly straighten up, sevika tucking you under her arm and sneaking you out of the cafe.)

it takes a while for you to get used to her big fingers but with how often she's touching you, it's not too long before you can comfortably take two, then three.

she takes it as slow as she can the first time she fucks you with the strap. she picks out her smallest, keeps the lube on the bed, tucks a pillow under your hips.

it still stings. not enough that you don't want it, not enough to outweigh the pleasure of sevika's thumb on your clit, but still enough for you to bite your lip and whimper, clawing at her abs as she inches inside of you.

"fuck, 's big!" you whimper.

sevika cums. obviously.

she tries to keep her hips steady, but the second the words leave your mouth she's thrusting the two or three remaining inches of her strap inside of you and collapsing on top of you.

the whines and whimpers you let out below her only make her cum harder.

the moment she catches her breath, she starts grinding small, apologetic circles against you where her cock is still buried to the hilt inside you.

"shit, shit, shit, take my cock baby, just like that. fuck." she whispers. you shudder beneath her, and she starts rocking her hips a little harder. "does it feel good, honey? do you like my dick?" she asks. you claw your nails into her back.

"sevika, sevika, shit, feels so good, fuck you're so deep--"

"i love you." she says, pulling away to gaze down at your body, fucking into you with fast little strokes. "look how well your tight little cunt is takin' me. 's so pretty, droolin' all over me. you've just been waitin' for the right cock, huh, baby? knew nobody'd be able to fuck you 's good as me, right?"

you're too busy moaning to answer any of her questions, but she doesn't seem to mind. she can tell by the way you're twitching beneath her that you're close.

"gonna cum?" she asks. you nod. "good girl." she grunts.

that's all it takes for you to cum, gasping and pulling sevika against your body as you shiver and moan through the most intense orgasm of your life.

sevika holds you through it, kissing your face and praising you gently. "so fuckin' good baby."

when you catch your breath and open your eyes again, you look up directly into the face of a cockily smirking sevika. you chuckle.

"pleased with yourself?"

"very." sevika says, grinning.

"'m not a virgin anymore. 's your mission accomplished?" you tease.

she bites her lip and looks down at you.

"i got a couple new missions in mind." she whispers. you laugh.

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His Favourite Pet Name (G/T Homelander x Reader)

1102 words. Pure fluff. Homelander is 8 feet tall. Reader is non-descriptive. Established relationship.

Homelander is a professional couch cuddler.

It's a lazy afternoon in Homelander's penthouse, a rare occasion where you both have a bit of time off to unwind. His gloves are resting on the coffee table as he is sprawled across his couch, with his head held up on the armrest. You're cuddling on top of his huge body, with your head perched on his chest.

Homelander's left arm is draped around you as he contently grasps onto your petite form, while his right arm is down next to you so you can hold his bare hand. You draw pictures in the softness of his palm, doodling various animals and scenery. Entirely fixated, he watches you use his skin as your personal canvas, cherishing the feeling of your fingers. Writing 'I love you' into his palm, you glance up to spot him grinning so wide you can see his pearly white fangs. He wishes he could do the same to your own hand, but just one of his large fingers could barely draw a circle in your tiny palm.

Seeing his pleased expression suddenly gives you an idea. Fascinated, he watches as you gradually flip over so your stomach is on his chest. His smile disappears as he swallows in anticipation, staring as you reach both your hands out to scratch his undercut. The second you make contact with his hair, he is fluttering his eyes shut and sighing heartily. 

"Mmmmm…" Homelander purrs, completely undone by your loving touch. His voice is so deep that you practically feel your whole body vibrate from the rumbling in his chest. It's a weird sensation, almost as if you're lying on a massage chair. Yet it's something you've grown to appreciate, all the little noises he makes when you drag your nails along his scalp. You know that he only does this for you, because you're the only one who can make him feel that heavenly.

Homelander can't fight the urge to clutch your body a little tighter than he'd prefer, but you know he just wants to feel closer to you. Besides, he would never hurt you. You giggle as he practically whimpers when you scratch just the right spot, wishing he could bury himself in your masterful fingers.

It's a funny sight seeing him like this. At work, he's a totally different person; a beast disguised as a man in a superhero suit, striking fear and awe into the hearts of millions. Once he is alone with you, any masquerade he was previously wearing disintegrates to reveal the kind, tender boy Homelander tries so hard to conceal. Sure, he could just pay some random schmuck to pet his head, but it wouldn't be the same. No one else would understand his needs like you do, and how much he craves to be doted on with your unconditional devotion. You do this for him, because you love him as much as he loves you.

Enveloping your small frame around both hands, he gently lifts you nearer to his face. His expression is so serene from how relaxed you’ve made him, his worries completely forgotten from your heartfelt affections. He brings you in for a kiss, involuntarily keening as he savours your warmth.

"Mmmph… love you… love you…" Homelander whispers in between kisses, repeating himself until he's drowning in your plush lips.

"Love you too, big boy," you hum as you bring your hands to his cheeks, feeling a smile spread across his lips while he exhales deeply through his nose.

Although he would never admit it to anyone, Homelander has always been self-conscious about his height. He has only ever heard the word 'big' used to describe him in a negative context… a big freak, a big monster, a big demonic goliath. Even if he killed everybody who insulted him like that, it would never heal the scars that were carved into his psyche. He knows the truth, that his 'adoring public' sees him as an inhuman giant.  

When you first started giving him pet names, he was enthralled at everything you would call him. Each name was just as special as the last. He beamed at every 'sweetheart', 'honey' and 'darling' that rolled off your tongue so easily, solely for his ears.

One day you happened to test out a new name, 'big boy'. At first you were worried you made a mistake upon seeing his face twitch and his eyes turn glassy, like you brought back some terrible memories. In reality, Homelander was so utterly overwhelmed to hear someone not use his height in a derogatory way, for what felt like the first time in his life. From then on it became his favourite pet name, and he always smiles at hearing those sweet words you speak so earnestly. There is nothing that makes him more proud than to hear that he is your big boy.

Eventually, you both break from your passionate kisses, but stay close to nuzzle your noses together. You stroke along his jawline with your thumbs, admiring the tranquil silence of the penthouse as if nothing else matters in this world except for you and Homelander.

"I never did thank you," he remarks, dreamily gazing into your eyes. He still has both of his hands on you, resuming his dainty touches along your back.

"For what, sweetie?" you question, unable to mask the slight confusion on your face. Lightly chuckling at the way you tilt your head at his words, he moves one of his hands to caress your face with his enormous thumb and finger.

"For the pet name," he tells you candidly, loving how perfectly your face fits in his hand, like it was always meant to be there. "You really have no idea how much it means to me. I wish I could show you."

"You already have," you promise him, kissing him delicately on his nose. "My big boy."

You laugh as Homelander peppers your face with more kisses, the both of you smiling as he showers you with his neverending appreciation.

There are days where he wishes that he was shorter, so he wouldn't have to deal with the horrified looks and isolation he felt from the general population. The way they perceive him to be a gigantic killing machine. But then, there are days where you are the shining beacon breaking through his dark and stormy mind. You let him feel glad that he is the way he is, otherwise he could never live up to your pet name. 

It doesn't matter what the peons have to say, as long as Homelander gets to be your big boy.

[rowiewritesstuff]

Soundwave Soulmate Prompt? You can see what your soulmate draw on their skin

Sorry this was super long lol!

TFP Soundwave X Reader Soulmate AU

Soundwave had thought for a long time that he would be forever alone. He’d watch as everyone else got small little marks on their plating that would fade in a matter of hours, while he had none. 

He believed that some just never got soulmates- him included. So when after millions of years a small doodle appeared on his plating, he was shocked. He quickly made his way to his berthroom so no one else could see. 

Once there he inspected the mark. It was a very-well drawn image of the Autobot’s insignia. He quickly felt irritation pull at his spark. Was his soulmate an Autobot? He hesitated for a moment before drawing a Decepticon symbol on his arm.

You were sitting in the Autobot’s base when you felt an odd sensation on your skin. You looked down to see a Decepticon symbol on your arm. It looked like someone had scratched your arm to make the symbol.

 You yelped in fear and held your arm out like it was burned. Ratchet’s eyes quickly fell to you, being the only other in the base.

“What’s wrong?” 

“The-there’s a thing on my arm.” He walked over and gently turned your arm over.

“You shouldn’t be drawing this on your arm.” He scowled.

“I-I didn’t! It just- just appeared there!” 

Ratchet’s eyes immediately furrowed. While humans didn’t have the concept of sparkmates, Cybertronians certainly did. The fact a human could be affected stumped him. 

“Did you draw anything on yourself?” He asked. You pointed dumbly to the Autobot symbol you had drawn on yourself a few minutes ago. His frown only deepened, realizing that your sparkmate must have been a Decepticon.

“What? What’s wrong?” You pleaded in fear. The other Autobots returned to the main hangar as you loudly interrogated Ratchet.

“I fear that you have a Sparkmate- which I didn’t know was possible for a human.” 

“A what?” You demanded.

“A sparkmate?” Optimus questioned. “How is that possible?” 

“I’ve never heard about this before.” Arcee commented. 

“It must be a Decepticon, look at the markings!”

All of the bots began talking about it as you grew more panicked. You yelled out unintentionally. “SOMEONE TELL ME WHAT’S GOING ON!” 

All eyes fell on you with guilty looks. Optimus gently placed a few digits on your shoulder. “It appears you have a… sparkmate. It is what you humans would refer to as a ‘soulmate’. A sparkmate, however, is someone you are actually bound to- not just someone you feel an emotional pull to. Anything you draw on your skin will show up on your sparkmate. Before you, there has never been a recorded case of an organic and a Cybertronian being bonded before”

You sat dumbfounded. You looked at your skin where the Decepticon symbol was fading. “So, this is like. I don’t know. This is a Decepticon? That I’m bound to?” 

Optimus nodded solemnly. “I think it may be best for you to refrain from drawing on yourself. We have no clue who you’re bonded to- and it may put you in danger. Many Decepticons have killed their sparkmates to prove their loyalty to Megatron.”

The fear on your face was obvious. When you went home, you could feel nothing but fear. What if they caught you? What if they killed you?

You were about to go to sleep when the odd sensation returned. On the inside of your hand, large letters appeared. They were foreign to you, being Cybertronian. 

You tried to resist the urge to write something back, but you ended up putting a question mark on your wrist.

Soundwave had realized you were a human when the question mark arrived. He had always wondered why he didn’t have a sparkmate- and now he knew. He had no idea how to feel about it, either. So he went to the one person he could always confide in- Megatron.

“They’re human?” Megatron thought. Soundwave thought Megatron would laugh, but he instead seemed thoughtful. “I didn’t know something like that was possible. If you wish to collect them, I will not stop you.” Megatron patted his oldest friend on the shoulder who only tilted their head.

Megatron noticed their confusion. “This will not leave this room, understand?” Soundwave nodded his head. “I had a sparkmate. It was before the war when I met him in the mines.” Megatron’s face pulled into one of sadness- something he’d only seen once on his leader’s face. “We had spent a few million years together when they became one with the Allspark. Energon deficiency. The senators refused to give us the energon we needed to survive- only enough to keep us running. We tried to save him, but there was nothing anyone could do.” Megatron grabbed his shoulder once again and looked at him in his faceplate. “Your sparkmate is destined to be with you. Don’t let them slip through your digits- human or not. You’ll regret it for the rest of your life.”

Soundwave was shocked by the advice given to him by the warlord. He trusted his advice nonetheless, and began searching for you. He drew on his arm plating, a simple question.

You were at base again when you felt it. You looked down to your wrist to see a name written in English- Soundwave. Your face went pale when you realized just who your sparkmate was. You read all about him and the atrocities he’d committed. You felt your head grow light as you began to sway. 

Bulkhead called out to you when he noticed you walking weirdly. You looked up at him with glossed over eyes and he just barely managed to catch you with a servo before you collapsed.

“Ratchet!” He yelled. Ratchet and the others immediately ran over. As Ratchet looked you over, he noticed the writing on your wrist. His face contorted in fear. 

“What is it, old friend?” Optimus’ deep voice sounded from beside the medic.

Ratchet almost couldn’t get his words out. “Their sparkmate is… Soundwave.”

Concerned looks flashed on everyone’s faces. They knew just how brutal he could be- he was a gladiator before the war after all. “We must have surveillance on them at all times. If Soundwave is contacting them through their bond, it cannot be good.”

When you woke up, they explained everything. You couldn’t help the fear you felt at the idea of someone so terrifying trying to contact you. However, the messages left were oddly… sweet. He would often ask how your day was, or what your favorite color was. When you were at home you would write on yourself- and this went on for months.

You actually began to enjoy talking with the silent mech- just as much as Soundwave. He was actually really funny, but also awkward. He often talked about his son, Laserbeak (and whatever Laserbeak got into that day). 

One day Soundwave asked you the question you’d been expecting for a while. “When can we meet?” 

You bit your lip as you thought of it. You weren’t even sure if you should meet him. Despite everything in your brain telling you not to- that he was just leading you on or he was going to hurt you- you wrote back. “Tonight.”

You went out back to avoid being seen by Bulkhead. You looked back at his vehicle mode from the small hill you climbed up in guilt. You looked back over the hill, and made your decision. 

You walked for a few miles. Your legs felt as if they were on fire. You plopped down onto the ground when you heard it- a quiet whooshing sound. You turned around to see an odd looking jet coming your way.

A Decepticon transformed midway and flipped to the ground, landing on his two pedes. You looked at him, and made eye-visor contact. He was beautiful- from his frame to his purple glowing biolights. He, too, thought you were beautiful.

You both took a step towards each other. Before you could say anything, he scooped you up. You both only looked at each other as he held you close to his visor- and it just clicked. It felt right to be in his hand. 

Before you could stop yourself, you spoke. “I love you, Soundwave.”

Soundwave pressed his faceplate against yours, signaling his love for you too. With that he whisked you away back to the Nemesis. For now, you’d keep your new-found relationship secret from the Autobots- but that would only last for so long.

[clowningaroundmars]

punkflower hcs bc i need to see more of them being cute teen boys together.... like, playful and creative and stuff

looong long wall of text under the cut (no nsfw)

♡ miles and hobie definitely exchange art often, even collabing on some punk zines and graffiti pieces occasionally. hobie also makes mixtapes on cassettes and slaps a million stickers on them just for his bf. miles appreciates the kind gesture but reminds hobie that he doesnt have a cassette player. "yet," hobie tells him with a wink :)

♡ miles draws a million little doodles for hobie on scrap paper, post it notes, hobie's gear, hobie himself. ofc hobie loves them all, esp when he gets to go home with his arms and chest covered in stars, cartoons, graffiti, and hearts

♡ miles is a lot more shy about dancing in public than hobie is, but whenever they manage to have any downtime at all hobie will wrap his arms around miles and sway them around. if music is playing anywhere, hobie will bop to it and get miles to join in

♡ hobie's love language? touch. any kind, anytime, anywhere, for any reason. words of affirmation come next

♡ miles' love language? quality time, and he's big on kissing. hobie isnt much of a kisser but loves his sunflower just the same, and does not complain at all when miles places little kisses on his hands, ears or his back

♡ sometimes hobie will be a lil mean to miles just as a flirty thing. just usual teenage boy stuff like kicking miles' sneakers, manspreading to get into his space if they're sitting anywhere together, using his height to bully miles into a corner away from everyone so they can flirt some more, crashing into miles on purpose just to be annoying

♡ anytime they get to go on multiverse missions together they somehow manage to get into the craziest shenanigans. breaking into a zoo to stop a villain from mutating the animals, saving a group of schoolkids on a field trip from a killer robot (?), one time hobie even drove a runaway car to stop it from crashing right into jamaica bay and miles was scarred for life

hobie tries to control the car as he haphazardly swerves it around pedestrians and barely manages to miss a group of elderly people.

miles clings onto his seat for dear life. "HOBIE!! you're gonna kill us man, where'd you get your license from!?" he yells.

hobie scoffs. "license?! i said i could drive, mate, i aint mention nuthin' 'bout no license!"

♡ hobie's universe is set in the 1970's and living in a dystopian police-state means it's too risky to bring back a phone with him, so he's often left out of spiderkid groupchats. miles still tries to keep him up to date on the latest memes and inside jokes though. they also have their own inside jokes too

♡ hobie wouldn't bring a smartphone with him anyways since he's so mistrusting of tech in general. video games, laptops, and "smart" tech mystify him, and smart watches? forget about it. when miles gets one for christmas one time, hobie clowned on his bf so hard the watch was never seen again

♡ that being said, they love exchanging music often so the only piece of technology hobie ever brings back to his dimension is an ancient half-busted ipod (it was probably rio's at one point) filled with music miles managed to download for him that week. spiderman-ing and living as a homeless teen means hobie doesn't get much time to explore genres outside of the UK punk scene and listening to brand new genres is often a trip! hobie finds out he loves drum n bass, grindcore, industrial techno, UK drill, deep house and 90's hip hop

♡ hobie gets miles to make him cool posters for whatever venue he plans on (or doesnt plan lbr) playing at every now and then

♡ rio LOVES hobie. hobie is the perfect gentleman (gentlespider?) around her and often tries to help her around the house when he can. miles... does not enjoy how much his mom favors his partner. jeff is also not so crazy about this smart-mouthed punk

♡ miles and hobie absolutely swap clothing as often as possible, with hobie "borrowing" miles' clothes more often. miles' parents keep commenting on how much of a rockero he looks with all the punk stuff and hobie never returns clothes without having altered them in some way (pins n bits everywhere, a mysterious rip or two here n there, pinned-up sleeves, etc)

♡ miles is absolutely horrible at cooking and feels left out when he sees hobie helping his mom in the kitchen. he desperately tries to learn, but it's a wonder how he hasnt sliced his fingers off yet trying to peel and cut platanos so they can make tostones

♡ for a person who's built like a lamppost, hobie is shockingly graceful with his movements. he always slips around a room like a cat and miles is so jealous of that. long gangly limbs should be a deterrent from moving like That and yet here he is, practically pirouetting around miles for fun

♡ which is a total TRIP when they go out swinging around a city. once the mask is on, every movement hobie makes is chaotic, frantic and unpredictable. spiderpunk and hobie are very different people sometimes

♡ rio often points out hobie's thinness as a typical hispanic mom does ("jóven, pero tu 'ta tan flaco, hobie honey come eat! i have leftovers here!") and miles also agrees that hobie could eat a lil more too. he is always sneaking bits of food into hobie's pockets or bags, saving fries and last slices for his partner. sometimes hobie brings home armfuls of tupperware filled with caribbean food back to his boat

♡ in return, hobie is like a magpie and brings back shiny gifts for them, some handmade stuff too. miles' drawers and nightstand are filled with jewelry, bottles, knickknacks, and other handmade accessories. his walls are filled with collages and zines hobie makes for him and rio bought frames for some of the pieces he makes her

♡ the first person to say "i love you" was miles, but by accident. after realizing it, he was nervous as hell worrying that hobie would clown him to death since he didnt seem like a big romantic. instead, hobie went nuts about it in his own hobie way, writing lyrics about miles' face when he said it, doodling them together more often, teasing miles about it often but lightheartedly. he flaunts miles' love whenever he can

♡ miles has a lethal puppydog face and he KNOWS it! one 🥺 look and hobie immediately folds and gives miles whatever he wants. but not before hemming and hawing about it first, playing up his hesitation just to make miles laugh

♡ speaking of laughter, hobie does Thee Most just to see his bf laugh or smile. he will always goof off in the bg, crack jokes every 2 secs and pretend to get hurt sometimes. hobie is naturally sarcastic and goofs off in general anyways but around miles he dials it up to 200

♡ hobie tries to get miles in on the whole anarchism thing but 1. the texts and manifestos from his dimension are different than miles' and 2. miles is a teen boy. he doesn't know anything about the theory of alienation or effective mutual aid and won't really care at the moment. "mm, you'll learn all 'bout it soon enough, though... eventually," hobie muses

♡ miles is not as big on pet names as hobie is. hobie has like 24984 nicknames for miles but miles mostly sticks to just calling his partner by his name. one day during history class tho a lightbulb moment happens, and when they meet up again miles is excited

"hobie!! guess what, i really got it this time. i have a nickname that i know you're gonna love!"

"spill," hobie says as he throws an arm over miles' shoulders.

"so you always call me sunflower all the time, right? and your name is ho... bee. get it? so i was thinkin' i'm gonna call you 'honey bee' now. y'know, you're not the only one who's got corny ass nicknames! it's good, right?"

hobie has to fight not to grin like a jackass

♡ hobie's sleep schedule is atrocious so whenever miles can manage it, he tries to wrestle his partner into any bed and tucks him in. hobie is touched that his sunflower cares so much about him ♡

♡ miles almost never gets permission to sleep over other friends' houses but on the rare occasions he does, he leaps into portals and goes to visit hobie in his dimension. his fave part of New London is hobie's boat, bc they set up a big hammock for them to lay in, feeling the sway of the boat and letting it lull them to sleep. not to mention that the boat itself is totally badass, and hobie more often than not encourages miles to cover it in graffiti

♡ hobie lowkey (but highkey) loves when miles gets a little bossy, forceful or stern. he loves ribbing miles about it (the "ill do it, but not cuz you told me to" line in mumbattan was a total joke from hobie btw LOL) and saying corny shit in response to a demand, but he loves seeing miles being confident and calling the shots every once in a while. it makes him proud

♡ if they can, miles and hobie try to gather up as much food as they can and take it over to the F.E.A.S.T. that's in hobie's dimension. miles meets hobie's "family" there and gets to know the community, which feels so much more tight-knit and welcoming than Visions. once miles gets over the major jarring differences between his world and hobie's, he finds he LOVES New London

♡ miles and hobie teach each other slang from their countries and time periods, you can't change my mind. miles walks around saying shit like "bloody 'ell" and "septic" all the time. the one time hobie said "deadass" completely unironically, all of the spiderkids DIED laughing

��� miles learns that EVERY spider is a total dweeb in some way shape or form. even hobie! hobie's awkwardness comes out when theyre in big groups of people. hobie is oddly comfy with performing in front of crowds but when he's invited to parties and tries mingling, it's so... sooo awkward. miles secretly rejoices when he finds out hobie's weakness

♡ i'm an adhd hobie truther and i hc that miles buys hobie the weirdest fidget toys he can get his hands on. along with his switchblade, jewelry, and whatever he stole that day, hobie carries various different fidget toys in his vest to keep boredom at bay

♡ hobie definitely writes songs for miles but takes a very very very long time to actually admit it. miles finally finds out when one of hobie's songwriting notebooks falls open when hanging out in his boat, and hobie comes clean about it. with miles' encouragement tho, hobie makes the decision to add some of those songs into the usual setlist his band performs

♡ if miles ever has time, he tries to attend whatever gig hobie and his band has going on. he loves to see hobie perform on stage, his energy and stage presence is always electrifying

[etherealyoungk]

for svt soft thoughts! i feel like wonwoo would be the type to totally melt whenever his s/o asks for something, esp for things wonwoo doesn't even think needs asking, like if you're walking down the street and you ask him if you two can hold hands, or if you ask him if you can kiss his cheek, etc etc — he won't say anything explicit but each kiss you ask for is a little deeper just cause you asking makes his heart swell a million times

also i feel like he'd be the type to not point out certain quirks you might have that he thinks are cute in case u become too conscious of them and try to stop doing them

hehe that's all thank u <333

no you're so right about this anon omg

wonwoo would be so sweet about these things and like it's so so endearing to him that you ask him for a kiss or of you can hold hands each time :( and he'd hold your hand a little tighter, giving it a small squeeze because he just loved you so much the fact that you asked him softly "can we hold hands" as your fingertips brushed softly ever so softly against his made his heart swell with pride and love for you.

and the other day wonwoo got you some macarons for your favorite cafe making you smile because you were really craving for them lately. "can i kiss your cheek", you ask so sincerely how can he say no. he'll watch as you go on tiptoes to kiss his cheek and he wraps his arms around you as you are asking if you can kiss him too and he smiles and nods. he finds it so cute and sweet that you ask him each time his heart could burst and he'll proceed to kiss you breathless.

and wonwoo still remembers the first time you guys hugged, he'll never forget that ever. you were having a shitty day and just needed someone to tell you that it was okay and someone to listen to you. wonwoo found you sitting alone under a tree near your house. you don't even notice him because you were so occupied in your thoughts. "hey", he says looking down at you before sitting down next to you. his hand immediately finds yours and he holds them. you don't say anything, just look into space. after a minute you finally look up at him with the slightest teary eyes. "can i hug you?", you ask and he's immediately pulling you into him as he hugs you and he wouldn't let go until you asked or were okay. and then once you were feeling better, he walked you home and he was about to turn around when you grabbed the sleeve of his jacket, pulling it ever so slightly making him look down and then at you. "could you maybe...stay the night?", you asked so softly he almost didn't hear you. he'd gladly stay the night as you slept wrapped in his arms and he'd whisper about how much he loved you as you slept against his chest.

wonwoo noticed that whenever you were bored, you tended to doodle. you somehow found a piece of paper and pen and would doodle. and if you didn't find paper, you'd draw on your hand. and he loved seeing the cute little doodles you made. and you always drew a little "wonwoo <3", doodle that never failed to bring a smile to his face. little do you know that he's been collecting and saving all these scrap pieces of paper you've doodled on.

he loves the small cute quirks you have and finds them so wholesome and that just makes him fall in love with you again <3

wonwoo best boy <3

[ohnonononononono567]

Artist - John "Soap" McTavish x gn!reader (fluff)

Quick drabble because i can't tell if the guy I like is sending me messages so if you want to comment please comment me advice im going fucking crazy im too socially inept to understand his messages

Johnny found that the world was his muse, his friends, his experiences, everything.

Catching himself drawing you over and over in his notebook, he knew he was too far gone. 

Your eyelashes, the slight jiggle of your arms as you walk, the way your cheeks could give away a blush no matter how much or little melanin you possessed. 

It was harmless. Just practice he told himself.

Entering your room, stiffening at the sight of you wearing nothing but casual attire...god he's done. Say this shit to the guys at the pub, and he's sure he'd die fom embarrassment. Gunfire, explosives, his lieutenant's testing attitude, his captains questionable ethics, he could handle it.

But choosing between gluing his eyes at the sight of you or avoiding his gaze from you completely was probably asking him to choose between a million dollars or causing the destruction of the world.

He allowed himself in.

He was goofy, charming, he was a social butterfly. You entertained him of course, how could you not? Johnny Soap Mactavish was bright. He brightened up a room.

And if you only knew how bright you smiled with him around.

He sat you down on your bed, and pulled a chair across from you, silently sketching your features. Gently holding your chin in one hand to tilt you to the side to get a better view of your jaw, his thumb seeming to idly rub across your lips momentarily, before he stopped himself. 

Don't ruin a good friendship.

Sketching you; he thanked you with a hug, no matter how badly he wanted to tackle you to the bed and tell you over and over he was infatuated with everything about you, to the most irrelevant iota of your being. 

Slowly...he started slipping little doodles of you at meetings. Walking past and allowing the touch of his gloved hands on your shoulder linger, a singular sticky note showing a little doodle of you unapologetically smiling.

He found himself in a room, giggling, but always glancing at you, to make sure his joke even landed. He could make a room of millions laugh, but your opinion would be the only to matter.

A drive back from the pub one night, he was sat beside you, and god bonnie you're exhausted. Laying your head on his bulky shoulder, he idly started to scratch at your scalp, stroking your hair aswell. 

Internally he was nervous. He could pick up a girl with ease, hell, he's been able to get some handsome blokes into his bed before. But you? You were probably his greatest fear. And here you were.

You were comfortable with him. Him of all people. A man who's known strife early on, a man who doubts you'd care to hear him bitch about his past, as you fell in and out of sleep on his shoulder.

He became bolder after that. Sitting next to you, holding your hand around, arm around your shoulder as he entered a room, standing by you even if you didn't do anything.

He entered your room one day, exhausted; stressed. He doesn't know why he chose this room today of all days.

But he did.

Laying his head on your tummy as you both laid down, scrolling idly on his phone, before he feels your fingers gently thread through his mohawk. 

"It's gettin' long, huh?" He mumbles against your stomach, looking at his phone still as you nod.

He sighs, leaning up, looking at the being in front of him.

"I'm gonna kiss you. I've wanted to for a while." He blurts out, looking at you deadpanned.

"John," You giggle. That goddamn smile, makes him weak every time, 

"What?" You say

"You heard me."

"Oh."

"You wan' tha'?"

"Yeah."

He chuckles, pressing his lips softly onto yours for a peck, leaning his hands down to hold your sides, before deepening the kiss. 

If only you weren't too dazed to realize you'r little artist was tracing little hearts as he held your sides.

Projecting with fanfiction instead of communicating with them is my favorite thing

[soulcandi]

𝑶𝑵𝑳𝒀 𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑲 𝑶𝑭 𝑴𝑬 | 𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭

synopsis: dalton doesn't have the guts to make a move on the cute sorority girl that he's been stalking since orientation, but the demonic entity constantly peering over his shoulder does.

warnings: probs 17+ (just to be careful), stalking, obsessive behavior, paranormal type-shit, reader is stupid and also hot (think jennifer from that scene in jennifer's body where she's flirting with the band), the smallest hint of somnophilia, demonic possession, identity theft (lol), extremely dubious consent, dalton is definitely a little ooc, written with afab!reader in mind, y/n gets referred to as a girl.

a/n: title ripped from the ghost song. i love me some goth masked men. forgot the name of the frat so i just made one up. also, i just imagined a random dark spirit possessing his body, not the one explicitly shown in the film. but you guys do whatever you want. also, this is probably really cringy. I wrote most of it on 🍃 and didn't bother to proofread.

word count: 2078

Dalton’s favorite hobby was a tricky thing. How could he bring himself to tell Chris or anyone else in his life that the first thing he wanted to do after a long day of classes was shut off all of the lights in his dorm and count back from ten until his spirit was standing over your bed, watching you sleep?

How could he ever come up with an answer for how he somehow knew every last intimate detail about you despite never having spoken to you a single day in his life?

The easiest solution was to keep his hobby a dirty little secret right up until he graduated and moved a million miles away from campus. It’s not like he could ever look you in the eye anyway—the cute little sorority girl who approached him shyly during orientation and asked him to help carry a mini-fridge up the staircase of the Kappa Delta house. You were all glitter and smiles and infectious laughter and ignoring you was like trying to ignore sunlight. It just wasn’t done. 

Dalton hadn’t smiled since long before the funeral, but you coaxed one from his lips like it was the easiest thing in the world. It was impossible for him to up and forget something like that, especially when, as he went to wipe the sweat from his clammy palms, there was pink glitter plastered across the lap of his jeans. You effortlessly infiltrated every aspect of his life, pumping through his veins like some drug he couldn’t name. His entire world revolved around you and the best part about it was that you didn’t have the faintest clue.

Watching you was more of an addiction than a hobby to Dalton. Not in person, god. Never. The last thing he ever wanted to do was freak you out—to scare you. But what was the harm in flinging his backpack across the floor, shutting off all the lights, and letting his spirit travel to your room on the second floor of the Kappa Delta sorority house? He wasn’t hurting anyone by sitting on the corner of your bed while you flipped through your homework booklets and nibbled on the tips of your perfectly polished fingernails. 

Dalton’s favorite moments were when he caught you in deep sleep, tossing and turning in one of those silky little numbers that he instantly grew to love. You had them in every color, alternating throughout the week. They hugged you in such a dangerously perfect way, riding up over your plush thighs as you mumbled under a thick blanket of dreams. He made a home for himself in the furry pink armchair across from your bed (when it wasn’t stacked high with laundry, that is), treating himself by watching you breathe. It was mesmerizing how the fabric would ripple across your body while your chest rose and fell with each shallow breath.

It only took a few days for that guilty pleasure to bleed into his weekly routine. Dalton only realized things were starting to get out of hand when he found himself drawing you. 

Doodles on the corners of his syllabi turned into sketches in his notebook, which eventually turned into 24x30 charcoal portraits that took up most of the wall space in his dorm room. Art was his second nature and as soon as he returned from one of his nightly haunts, he was powerless to control the charcoal nub that somehow found its way into his hand. Dalton had to immortalize you on paper. Otherwise, he would have no choice but you seek you out in the dead of night over and over again until your image was burned into the back of his eyelids. 

A full week after he first saw you during freshman orientation—informative sorority flyers stacked tall in your arms, barely hiding the Greek letters stamped across the front of your cropped shirt—he turned in his very first sketch of you for an art critique. Professor Amagan was pleasantly surprised by his change in subject matter. Goodbye bloody red door, hello sleeping beauty. 

She had wanted to pin it up in the showcase at the front of the arts building but the thought of you ever stumbling upon it made a fiery hot wave of mortification spill over Dalton’s entire body. What would you even say to a lifesize portrait of your own sleeping body drawn by someone you’ve never spoken to before? He would count himself lucky if he wasn’t expelled on the spot.

Dalton hastily accepted his passing grade and shoved the charcoal drawing to the very bottom of his portfolio, never to see the light of day again. Unless, of course, he was cram-studying for midterms and couldn’t afford the time to go and visit you. In this instance, he would lock his door and prop you up beside his desk to steal quick glances at while he worked. But it never sated that itch inside of him—the one that reared its head when he caught the faintest ribbons of your perfume in the air as he marched through the courtyard with his head down. 

Dalton wasn’t proud of himself. Not for this, anyway. White hot shame burned at his heart whenever he caught your eye from across the dining hall or the library by accident. You were forbidden fruit on campus—the sweetheart of the most powerful fraternity and the stuff of everyone’s dreams besides. He should have felt forever guilty for stealing your private moments for his own pleasure. But fuck if you didn’t make it so hard for him to quit. 

Tonight, like every other night this week, Dalton flicked off his bedside lamp and yanked the nightlight out of the wall, plunging the room into thick and heavy blackness. He counted back from ten until he no longer felt the weight of his physical body holding him down, then blinked his eyes open to see a world illuminated with an otherworldly faint blue light. 

The walk to sorority row only ever felt like seconds. The spirit realm was like a highway in that sense. He slipped through the front door of the Kappa Delta house like a ghost. He was a ghost. And you were his all-time favorite haunt. 

You were already asleep when he crept to the door at the end of the hallway with your name plastered across the frame in glittery bubble letters. You always went to sleep with your desktop lava lamp flipped on. It painted your face in a warm glow as you slept and Dalton couldn’t help but wonder if maybe you were just as afraid of the dark as he was. The thought coaxed a pleasant shiver down his spine. Maybe you were just waiting for someone like him to come around and tear that fear to shreds. 

Your face was buried in your arms, one leg hiked up to your waist over the sheets. A massive sleepshirt clung to your frame, slipping off of one shoulder just enough to highlight the fact that you weren’t wearing anything underneath. 

Dalton bristled at the sound of something soft and light floating through the air and reached down to pull the pair of boxy headphones off of your ears, cupping one side close to his face.

♫ “In the silence of your room, In the darkness of your dreams, you must only think of me, there can be no in-between.” ♫

You rolled over, limbs twitching with a sleepy moan as you subconsciously turned your back to the light. Dalton shook his head with a quiet chuckle, folding the headphones and setting them down on your bedside table. You shouldn’t go to sleep with your music so loud, he silently chastised you. It wasn’t good for you. But he honestly would have said anything to make this feel right—to relieve himself of even just an ounce of the guilt he felt for standing there above you in your most vulnerable state. 

He liked to think that you felt him there watching over you like some sick and twisted guardian angel. Maybe you actually took notice of all of the little things that he did for you when you weren’t even aware that he was in the room. Killing spiders, plugging in your phone when you were too sleepy to do it yourself, hiding contraband before the Kappa chapter president barged for a room sweep. 

Dalton didn’t want to believe that someone could be so effortlessly and unknowingly perfect every single moment of their life. But here you were, leaning into his touch when he failed to fight the urge to stroke your jaw with the edge of his knuckle. A shaky breath shivered past his lips in response to your sleepy exhale. 

You were so pliant. So defenseless. Swallowing thickly, Dalton took his opposite hand and brushed a flat palm over your exposed thigh, watching with sick fascination as goosebumps rose across your flesh in the wake of his gentle touches. He simply couldn’t help himself, only flinching when your face screwed up in that adorable way that it always did when someone dared to deny you of something you wanted. 

Dalton paused with his hand outstretched toward your body, a sudden tidal wave of realization washing over him. God, I am such a creep.

 “Jesus Christ,” he whispered before realizing he’d spoken out loud and slapping a hand over his own mouth. He never knew if you could hear him when he passed between the realms like this, but just to be sure he always made a point of never saying anything until he was back in his own body. 

You shifted again, pulling the blanket up over your chin to ward off the sudden chill that crept into your room. 

What am I doing? 

I need to get the hell out of here.

Dalton never considered quitting his little addiction cold turkey. But whatever spell you had put on him for the last few months had finally run its course and he was going to take back whatever semblance of dignity he could before it was too late. 

The walk back to his dorm felt decades-long and he took the time to mull over everything in his head, searching for any way to make himself feel right about this. But it was hard to do anything other than mourn the loss of what had quickly become his saving grace while he navigated this new phase of his life. Portals and demons meant nothing to him as long as he could watch you sleep, knowing that he would be there to ward off anything that tried to hurt you. 

Dalton stopped dead in his tracks outside his door. It had slid open with ease but the tension in the air was so thick that the thought of crossing the threshold made his blood run cold. His body was there, right in the corner where he left it earlier that night. 

Only…hadn’t he been lying down in bed when he left to visit you? Why was his body now halfway across the room? And why was it moving?

“What the fuck?” he breathed, drawing out each syllable as he watched it blink. The eyes of his physical body shifted to an inky black for just a split second—he saw it—before they melted right back to blue. Dalton watched frozen in the doorway as the entity inhabiting his body glanced down to inspect the hands of its new vessel, turning them over to study his palms before squeezing them into tight fists. 

Satisfied, its gaze fell to the doorway where he stood in spirit. It couldn’t see him, not truly. But it could still smell the horror oozing from him through the hole he had torn between the realms. 

“Hey!” Dalton barked, but his voice was an echo that barely reached his own ears. It bounced off of the empty space all around him. The demon compelled his body forward, walking to the mirror on the other side of the dorm and leaning all of its weight against the glass. “That’s—hey!”

It combed a hand through its hair—his hair—and ran a slack hand over the bottom half of its face. An inhuman smirk grew over its lips and Dalton shivered as it made direct eye contact with him through the mirror, testing his voice like it had gone eons without a set of lungs to force its words through. 

“You’re pathetic.”

[factual-fantasy]

Heya Factual! Just saw the Pokemon post- and while obviously the art is amazing as always- it's even cooler seeing you do some on paper art! I've always just doodled on paper myself, so it's sweet seeing you making some art the ol'fashioned way- and despite you claiming to be rusty, it came out great regardless! I especially like that haunter- a haunter named Grimace is the best thing I've seen all week!

And Thanks a million for answering my last Ask regarding goombas despite your cold- and I greatly appreciated you letting us know how much you appreciate our Asks- even if I can get a bit long winded at times... And staying on the theme of Koopa Troop related questions, another thing I wonder is what place the hammer bros and their variants have in the main Mario AU?

I imagine if they were included, they would maintain their status as elite soldiers- but function more like their original cartoon interpretations rather than the modern ones- as its suggested the modern variants use power ups- and magic- which the average Koopa in the AU simply cannot do- so they'd probably just be unique sub species with perhaps specialized gear and training- but what do you imagine that would include? And would all the variants be included- such as fire, ice, boomerang, and sledge- or none at all?

Oh, and just a goofy little side question- you mentioned the quadrupedal, more animalistic Koopa breeds such as the Spineys and Buzzy Beetles would be kept and treated as pets by their more intelligent relatives- how do you think one would go about taking care of such a creature? Would they be more like dogs or cats? Would they perhaps still be used for battle like in the movie- where Bowser took advantage of the buzzy beetles great strength by mounting bullet bill blasters upon their shells? And, most importantly- would your AU perhaps include the long held fan head cannon that cross breeding of Spineys and Buzzy Beetles eventually lead to the creation of the most powerful, fire proof, spike bearing, and creatively named beast of all time- the Spike Top!?

(Pokemon post in question)

:DD Thank you so much! I'm glad that you like my traditional art! :}} The hardest part about it is trying to take a nice picture of the drawing with my phone- 😅

I'm also happy to hear that people like the name Grimace! I was inspired by the McDonalds guy- XDD

As for the hammer bros, you got a lot right. They can't use power ups so the fire and ice bros gotta go. I also don't intend for them to use magic so the hammer bros endless supply of hammers also has to go-

I pictured the hammer and boomerang bros being regular koopas that just happen to be big and brawny. They were probably selected based on their body type and given special training. The B-bros still have their usual boomerangs, but the H-bros would get one giant hammer. As opposed to a million tiny ones-

Their status is nowhere near blue shells. They're probably above standard koopas but below parakoopas. :0

As for the more "animal like" Koopa relatives.. I'm not sure what would go into taking care of them.. I assume a good diet, scrubbing their shells.. stuff like that? I also imagined them ranging in size. Some of the spiny breeds growing big enough to be used as cattle/worker/farm animals. :0 not so much dogs and cats- I pictured them being a bit grumpy and slow. Not really a great pet-

Also I don't know if mixing a Buzzy beetles with a spiny would make a spike top- at least in my au.. but I can see where the headcanon comes from!

Speaking of spike top, they could be the same as spinys. But perhaps they don't grow that big- These little cranky turtles that could be taken in as a pet. And perhaps some Koopa families have! Though most koopas aren't interested in adopting a grumpy spike top- 😅😅

Also thank you for the ask! Bringing stuff like this to my attention and really getting me to think my AU through more! :}}✨💞✨

[madeintheniamh]

i want you now.

stmf one shot #14

a/n: guess what book harry is actually reading from (hint, it's harry's house related).

warnings: fluff.

song- i want you now- the feeling

“I’ll only be gone for a week, I promise,” were the words uttered by Harry as you were forced to pull away your five-year-old daughter from being wrapped around his shins as he walked out the front door. Tilly got upset enough when you dropped her off at school every morning- there were often tears, and although her reception class teacher assured you that this was normal for her age, it never got easier, with Harry always being tempted just to take her back home and snuggle up on the sofa with her all day. If she found him leaving her at the gates every morning hard- him leaving for tour was a million times worse.

He had tried to make it easier for you by chunking the shows together and coming back home in-between, and making sure you could follow him to the US- but it was still bloody difficult, and he knew that. With a three-year-old who liked to doodle on the walls in sharpie and a sensitive, anxious five-year-old, it was always hard, and even harder to explain what Harry actually did whilst he was away at ‘work’.

She had seemed fine when you had tucked her in that night and read her a story, but an hour later, you could hear her muffled sobs through her bedroom door. Sighing to yourself, you opened it slowly, her cloud shaped nightlight illuminating her tiny frame which was snuggled in blankets.

“Hey, dolly,” You whispered, walking over to perch yourself on the end of her bed. “What’s made you so sad, hmm?”

“D-Daddy,” she sobbed, hiccupping slightly as she took in another shallow breath. “I want Daddy,”

“I know you do, mumma,” You sighed. “But Daddy is going to be home in a couple of days, and he’s got presents for you,”

“I don’t care,” she snapped, her eyelashes wet with tears. “I just- I want Daddy,”

You exhaled slowly, before tucking a strand of hair behind her ear and reaching for your phone. You checked the time in Tokyo, which was where Harry was playing the next night. 5.28am. You didn’t even know if he was awake yet, but you knew he would understand, even if he was barely awake. Luckily for you, Harry was a morning person, and his body clock seemed to acclimatise no matter what part of the world he was touring in. You quickly rushed out to grab your Mac from the office, before marching back into Tilly’s bedroom and placing it at the end of her bed, propped up on pillows so she could see the screen properly. Scrolling through the contact list before pressing the green button on facetime.

After a good thirty seconds of waiting, a tired looking Harry illuminated the screen. His hair was all over the place, but his lips were set in the cheeky morning smile that he always gave you.

“Daddy!” Tilly screamed, jumping up to grab hold of the screen, as though she could touch him through it.

“Hi, baby!” He smiled, his voice still raspy with sleep. “What are you doing up so late?”

“I miss you,” She replied, her eyes still glossy. “Are you going to come home now,”

“Not today, Tilly bug, I’m sorry,” he sighed slowly. “I’m going to do a show tonight, and then a couple more, and then I’ll be all yours next week, I promise,”

“No,” She scorned, her lips set in a pout, a line forming in-between her eyebrows like Harry’s did whenever he was annoyed. “I want you now,”

“I want you too, babygirl,” he exhaled. “But you know that Daddy has to work,”

“I don’t care,” She howled, her five-year-old stubbornness still coming through, although she was beginning to yawn slightly. “I want you now,”

“Wait, I’ve got something,” He replied, as you could hear him shuffling around his hotel room, frantically opening drawers and suitcases, before he finally found the book. “Look what I’ve brought with me,”

Tilly’s little face lit up as she saw him holding up her favourite book through the screen.

“Do you want Daddy to read it? Would that make you feel better,” he smiled, his dimples now fully exposed.

“Maybe,” she sniffed, her face still slightly sticky with tears.

“Okay, but you need to be in bed properly first, and then I’ll read it,”

She nodded obediently, before climbing back under the covers, as you tucked them over her shoulders to make sure she wasn’t cold.

“Our house is made out of four walls, and a door,” he began. “Some wonky old bricks, and a wobbly old floor.” He held the book up to the screen so she could see the pictures, as you left to go and wash your face in the bathroom, still able to hear the hum of Harry’s deep voice through your laptop speakers.

When you came back, Tilly was already fast asleep in bed, as he read the final lines to her.

“But under the ceilings, behind all the doors- I wonder if our house, is rather like yours,” He finished, as he shut the book and stared at you through the screen as you picked up your laptop from the end of her bed.

“You know she’s going to want you to do that every night now?” You laughed, as you placed the laptop back on the desk in your office.

“I don’t mind,” He smiled. “I mean, I got to wake up to my favourite people,”

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who wouldn't want harry to read them a bedtime story? that man could literally read the dictionary and i would eat that shit up

i am still taking requests! so if you have anything, even if you think it's silly- make sure to request it now, because i'm going to be busy with work in a couple of weeks time. so make use of me whilst i am bored lol

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for the soft prompts if it sparks inspiration I offer laughing while kissing and/or fixing the other persons clothes absentmindedly or like tucking their hair behind their ear U KNOW WHAT I MEAN THAT SOFT STUFF

ps. I love the fact that you're doing this as well as a fwb fic aksndmfngmg

16. laughing while kissing rating: G | word count: 1.6k thank you so much for sending this in!! someone else also asked for the fixing clothes so i'll probably complete that tomorrow :)

the 118 are hosting a fundraiser. eddie gets roped into doing the kissing booth. buck's not happy about it.

For the record, Buck absolutely supports the fundraiser. One of the counties in Northern California got completely wiped out from a forest fire, a flame that took root in the trees and spread to the small town that sat on the edge of the woods. 

Most fire departments in the state have set up some sort of fundraiser to help. Buck knows Bobby’s planning on using the 118’s donation money to help out with the elementary school. It’s in the worst state out of any of the buildings, he’s heard, and, unless they raise enough money to rebuild and figure out accommodations in the meantime, it’s gonna leave a lot of kids schoolless. 

Of course Buck believes in the cause. 

He’s just…okay, he’s not a very big fan of how they’re planning on getting that money.

Hen managed to talk everyone out of doing a date auction, saying it was objectifying their incredibly dignified and respectable line of work. Buck wasn’t over the moon about the idea, either. He’s had to reject a lot of unwanted advances just about any time he’s in uniform; the idea of people trying to outbid each other for a date with him that he couldn’t say no or do anything about made his skin crawl.

Especially, especially because he’d have to watch Eddie get bet on, too.

And Eddie’s the most beautiful person he’s ever seen in his life. Buck doesn’t have enough money to out-bet all of Los Angeles county. 

There are countless single, millionaire women in this city who would take one look at Eddie and immediately spend their millions to get him to look their way for an evening. 

And it’s—it’s Eddie, of course they would. Eddie, who is beautiful and genuine and kind. Eddie, whose smile is bright and cheeky, who winks at Buck from across the room with the sweetest grin. Eddie, whose laugh makes Buck’s chest feel like it’s fizzing like a shaken can of coke, feels like he could spill over from how giddy he feels when that laugh is because of him. 

Eddie, who Buck is so irrevocably in love with it makes him stupid. 

And that’s the problem.

Because Hen, bless her, may have talked everyone out of doing a date auction, but just about everyone thought it’d be a great idea to get a little barbecue going and set up some carnival style games to get people in to donate.

Chimney was the genius who suggested a kissing booth.

Eddie was the kind (stupidly attractive, kissable) idiot who got roped into participating. 

Buck tries very, very hard to think of the children. He does. It’s in vain, because he’s pretty sure he’s about to burn a hole through the floor while he stares at Chimney and Ravi set up the banner that says Kissing Booth in hot pink. Lucy doodled hearts all over the paper. It looks great.

Buck hates it.

The worst part—the worst part—is that he has no right to be jealous. Not really, anyway. He’s pretty sure what he feels is reciprocated at least a little. It feels silly, getting his hopes up. It’s only ever been crushed, his hope a small bug under the heel of a shoe, so he tries his hardest to keep his feelings tethered and watches helplessly and they float up, up, up anyway.

Because sometimes Eddie will come up behind him and drag a broad hand across his shoulder, letting it linger a little too long on the base of his neck. It’s sweet, it’s so sweet, because Eddie is sure, is solid, is confident, but he blushes so pretty when he grabs Buck’s hand to play with his fingers as they watch a movie or sit up in the loft at the station. 

It’s easy. Loving him is easy. Being with him is easy, but it hasn’t always been. There’s been miscommunication and traumas and words that got stuck in that tricky part of their sternum as they tried to come out, but they worked through that. 

It took a while to get here. They’re still getting there, really. But, goddamn, at the rate Buck’s jealousy is simmering, it just might boil over enough to get them there right fucking now.

“Careful, keep your face like that too long it’ll get stuck like that,” Hen says as she slides over to him. “You could just kiss him yourself instead of trying to blow up the damn kissing booth stand with your mind.”

Hen’s in charge of selling tickets. She looks two seconds away from smacking some sense into him using the large roll of them she’s holding in her hand. 

Luckily for the back of the back of his head, she just mutters something about idiots as she walks away.

Buck’s supposed to be helping out. In general. He’s not sure what his actual duties are, seeing as Bobby explained them to him while Eddie was getting gently kissed by sunlight as he got out of his truck. Unfortunately for, well, probably everyone, Buck was not paying attention.

He’s pretty sure he manages to do some good, anyway. Teaches a little girl the difference between being a firefighter and a paramedic, helps a young mom by fetching her kid off the top of the ladder truck, and manages to pie Chimney in the face. 

The day’s almost wrapping up when Hen walks back over to him. 

“You know,” she starts slowly. Conspiratorially. Buck narrows his eyes instinctually. “He’s been looking for you all night.”

She nods over to Eddie, who’s slumped sadly in his kissing booth. He perks up the second their eyes meet, his cheeks so rosy Buck can tell even from across the station. 

“He–he hasn’t,” Buck stammers. 

“Buck,” Hen’s tone is gentle. Patient and kind, and she’s got that kind of big sister smile she’s been using on him since they met that always makes him feel like a kid. In a good way, though. He feels loved. Cared for. “You don’t even need a ticket to go kiss him. He’d do that for free. But, if you need a push, here.”

She rips off a ticket from what’s left of the roll. 

“Go.”

Buck trips on his way to the kissing booth. It’s–it’s ridiculous how heavy his heart is beating, how it skips a beat or two when Eddie’s smile grows as he realizes Buck’s heading his way. 

“Hi,” Buck breathes out. They stare at each other for long enough that a line starts to form behind him, the people who were still loitering cashing in their last chance to get a kiss from Eddie. Buck’s been sort of, kind of, maybe watching him. It’s been chaste pecks and kisses on cheeks, and Buck’s seriously hoping he falls in a secret, third category where Eddie kisses him within an inch of his life. 

“Hey. You’re–you came. Here. To the kissing booth.” It’s the shiest, most awkward Buck’s ever seen him be. The hope sparks and burns so brightly, nearly brighter than the forest fire. Feels just as big and brazen, anyway. 

“I did.”

“Are you—”

Buck slides the ticket across the table, cutting Eddie off. 

“One kiss, please?” His voice is small, but his smile is genuine. The weight of the day seems to slide off Eddie’s shoulder as his eyes go brighter than Buck’s ever seen them.

Eddie nods as he stands. His hand finds purchase in the dip where Buck’s neck meets his shoulder. 

God, Christopher’s gonna call them so lame when they tell them how they finally got together. 

Warm, golden, sparkling brown meets blue. Holds the gaze for a beat, and then another. The corner of Eddie’s lips turn up, his eyes flick down, Buck leans in, and—

“Oh my god, can y’all just kiss already?” a girl says behind them.

They both erupt in breathless giggles. 

“Yeah, Eddie,” Buck teases, still laughing. “Can we just kiss already?”

Eddie answers by pressing his smile against Buck’s. It’s barely a kiss, too much teeth, just the right amount of overwhelming love. 

“This is ridiculous,” Eddie murmurs, and Buck feels the words. “We’re being ridiculous.” He laughs again. Eddie’s laughter has always been Buck’s favorite sound, but hits a little different when the laughter is for him. “This isn’t even a kiss!”

“Show me what a real kiss is, then.” 

Eddie takes a breath to sober up, and when he leans in again it’s…God. Buck feels alive and settled all at once. Eddie’s lips are soft, a little chapped from a day of kissing everyone, and they taste like strawberry chapstick. They’re a gentle pressure against his, and they move slowly. Drag gently, like they’ve got all the time in the world. 

Buck’s teeth dig into Eddie’s bottom lip, tug at it enough to make Eddie tighten his hold against his neck. The angle could be better, but Eddie’s still leaning over a table, and Buck’s not about to complain about finally being able to kiss him. 

“Jesus Christ,” the same girl mutters. 

“Shush, lady, can’t you see they’re in love?” Buck hears Chimney say. 

All it does is make them laugh again. 

When Eddie kisses him again, it tastes sweet. Like love, like the rest of his life. Buck’s laugh bubbles and bubbles and bubbles out of him, stains the whole damn station with the amount of love that pours out everywhere. 

Eddie kisses his cheek, his chin, his birthmark. Whatever he can reach because Buck’s smiling too wide to be able to reciprocate. He’s distantly aware of the fact that they have an audience and there’s gonna be copious amounts of paperwork to complete, but then Eddie whispers a soft I love you in his ear and Buck kinda stops caring about everything else. 

And, okay. He can admit. Maybe the kissing booth wasn’t actually all that bad. 

(He’s still vehemently against the auction, though.)

[welcometomyoasis]

17 | Dino

Synopsis: In the midst of all the uncertainty that comes when you are 17 years old, Dino comes to realise that he is certain of one thing - you.  Caratsland’s 1st event, song choice: 17 (ft Joshua and DK) Dino x gn! reader | high school au, fluff, friends to lovers | approx. 5200 words | warnings: mentions of insecurities

Dino thinks that 17 is a weird age. It’s not so much about the moment when you turn 17, but later when you’re in your senior year of high school, when you are on the cusp of turning 18. That time makes you feel like you are at the first of many crossroads in your life. You haven’t even turned into an adult. Yet others have already started to treat you like one. You are faced with so many decisions about your future that could and probably will impact you for the rest of your life. You have to start thinking about your choice of university, the entrance exams, study plans, and what you want to achieve in the future as an adult. Plus you have to juggle that and all of the pre-existing wonderful things that come with being a teenager. Relationships, friendships, family dynamics, insecurities etc. 

So, at 17 years old, amidst all that goes on in life, Dino only knows that he can’t be certain of anything. 

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“Now that you are all seniors, you should be taking everything more seriously. Settle down and let me explain why you have to write down all your university choices on this sheet of paper.”

Rolling his eyes, Dino turns to look away from your teacher. He fiddles with his pen and lets his eyes roam around the classroom. There are some students who are taking this seriously. Others, not so much. Dino can see Vernon zoning out again at the back of the classroom. Seungkwan looks like he has given up all hope, and Jeonghan is sleeping in class again. Then, there is you. You are sitting quietly on the opposite end of the classroom, writing something down on a piece of paper. Dino chuckles softly, knowing that while you look like you are paying attention, you are probably just doodling little dinosaurs on your paper. 

Feeling someone’s gaze on your back, you turn around only to meet Dino’s amused eyes. You raise a brow at him before pulling at your cheeks and sticking your tongue out at him. You smile as Dino sucks in a deep breath to try to keep himself from laughing. Shaking your head, you point back to the teacher to indicate that he should be paying attention. Dino only shrugs his shoulders.

“Oh that’s right. We received some exciting news. It has come to our attention that Lee Chan applied for a dance scholarship for the Korea National University of Arts two months ago. Lee Chan, your application has been accepted. Congratulations, and please come find me after class so I can go through it with you.”

Your teacher’s voice snaps you out of your little moment with Dino. You whip your head towards your teacher in shock. A million thoughts raced through your head. Dino was your best friend, you had been friends since you were six. So you know that Dino loves to dance, and that he danced semi-professionally for years. But you did not know that he applied for a scholarship. Just last month, he told you that he hadn’t thought of what to do in the future, and that he wasn’t even planning on doing anything related to dance in the future. You thought he told you everything. You thought he never lied to you. Guess you thought wrong. 

From across the classroom, Dino can feel the shock, confusion and hurt radiating off you. He feels a slight pinch in his heart when you don’t turn back to look at him anymore for the remainder of the class. 

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Slamming your locker shut, you turned to face Dino. 

“Dino, why didn’t you tell me?” 

“I wasn’t sure of what I wanted. I just applied on a whim.”

“No, I get that. It’s just, I thought you said you weren’t sure of what you wanted to do in university. Plus, you said you never wanted to do dance in university. I guess, I just thought you would tell me.”

“You’re not mad?” 

“No. Surprised. That’s all.”

Dino knows you are lying about not being mad. He knew everything about you after all. He can see the way your eyes dart around the hallway and the way you chew the inside of your cheek. You were the worst at hiding your feelings. What’s worse than that, is that he can see the hurt in your eyes. The eyes that always looked at him with so much adoration, now stares at him with a sense of betrayal. 

You sighed, knowing that Dino saw through your facade. Pushing down the hurt feeling in your chest, you tap lightly on his cheek to try to reassure him, and you say gently, “don’t worry. Really, I was just surprised. You know, I’m really happy for you.”

Still unsure, Dino nods as an awkward silence envelopes both of you.

Just then, you heard your name being shouted from a distance. Looking towards the sound of the shout, you see Soonyoung enthusiastically waving you over to him. Heaving a sigh of relief that you will soon be out of this awkward situation with your best friend, you hurriedly give Dino a side hug and run towards your savior. 

Dino watches longingly as Soonyoung excitedly slings his arm over your shoulders and leads you away. Somehow, he feels his chest tighten at the sight. 

“What’s his name? Soonyoung? He’s new here right? He just transferred from somewhere, Pledis High? Doesn’t matter, they seem close. You know, I’m wondering what your relationship with y/n is. You always say you two are friends, but I can practically see the jealousy seeping out of your eyes,” Jeonghan lazily asks as he strolls up next to Dino.

“We’re just friends.”

“Really? I thought you two were dating,” Seungkwan chimes in, surprised. 

“Yes, we are just friends,” Dino replies firmly. Huffing in annoyance because his mood was already ruined and he does not want to deal with the two of them, he turns to walk away.

Jeonghan’s voice stops him dead in his tracks. “Are you sure? I see the way you two look at each other, the way you two act with each other. Friends don’t go around tapping each other’s cheeks lightly. Besides, your eyes were practically screaming don’t go as y/n ran over to Soonyoung. But I guess if you say you’re just friends. You’re just friends.”

Dino stills. Both of you are just friends. Right? You were definitely childhood friends. Although he couldn’t quite say what the status of your friendship would be going forward, that aside, you could say that you were best friends. But something about what Jeonghan and Seungkwan said rubbed him the wrong way. What were you two? What were you to him? Did he really just see you as a friend? Why did those two words, just friends, make him feel so unsettled? 

Cursing Jeonghan and Seungkwan under his breath, Dino storms off. Because now, they planted a little seed of doubt in him, and he had a feeling that the seed would definitely grow from there. 

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A few months have passed since then, and it’s finally vacation time. Sadly, you and Dino have drifted apart since your little encounter in the hallway. You still talk in school and text occasionally, but your previous dynamic shifted. Everyone could tell you weren’t as close as before. 

You don’t hang out together anymore. No more late night tteokbokki sessions, no more mall excursions. Duo activities that you used to do together became solo activities for Dino. Sure, it was because of what happened, but also because life at 17 gets to be overwhelming. On top of studies, there were extra curricular activities and extra lessons. It certainly doesn’t help that Soonyoung seems to be dragging you away from Dino whenever he tries to talk to you. Whether Soonyoung is doing it on purpose, Dino will never know. He doesn’t even know why he feels so bad whenever it happens. All he knows is that his heart aches from the widening distance between you, and even that small apologetic smile you shoot him every time doesn’t seem to fix that. It’s the way your smile doesn’t reach your eyes like it used to, the way your eyes still look at him with hints of betrayal. And it’s definitely the way he can see you withdraw yourself away from him.

Dino grunts in frustration at the thought of you drifting apart and turns his attention back to when the bus would arrive. He had been on his way to the dance studio, but all it took was a little ding on his phone, and a message that made him change his course immediately. 

It read: From Little Miss Muffet 🍄- Dino? Do you think we can meet at our usual spot? It’s been a while and I thought we could talk? I miss you…

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Feeling the breeze in your hair, you checked your phone for the upteenth time. You were waiting for Dino at the playground in the park you had first met in when you were six. You still remember how it happened.

You had just moved to the neighbourhood and it was the first time you went to play at the playground. You were sitting at the swings alone watching all the kids playing with their friends. You were feeling a lonely but didn’t have the courage to try to make friends.

When you were trying to pluck up the courage to walk to where the other kids were, a little boy came running up to you. He was wearing a dinosaur t-shirt that looked disheveled and had dinosaur bandages on his arms to cover up some bruises. He gave you a toothy grin, saying, “my name is Lee Chan, I’m six. You look like you are from that nursery rhyme. Little miss muffet that sat on her tuffet. So I’m going to call you little miss muffet. Let’s be friends!”

Annoyed that he called you little miss muffet, you retorted, “Yea? Well, my name is y/n and I’m also six. I guess we can be friends. But since you are going to call me that, I get to choose a name for you too. You look like a dinosaur so I’m going to call you Dino.”

And that was it. You were inseparable from that day onwards.

Smiling softly, you moved to sit on the swings and rocked yourself back and forth. A familiar voice broke you out of your thoughts.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Dino asked.

“Just thinking of old times,” you mused. 

Nodding his head, Dino hesitated before sitting in the swing next to you. Like the last time, there was an uncomfortable silence that enveloped you. Feeling it get more intense as the seconds passed, you both blurted, “I’m sorry” at the same time. 

Gesturing with your hand, you urged Dino to speak first.

Biting his lip, Dino muttered, “I’m sorry y/n. I should have told you about the scholarship application. I’m sorry I applied and didn’t tell you.”

Fiddling with your hands, you whispered, “It’s really not about you not telling me. I’m hurt because you lied to me. You told me you didn’t apply for anything when you did. I guess I should have told you earlier about my feelings, but I didn’t know how. Sorry Dino.”

Dino sucked in a deep breath at your revelation. He didn’t realise the impact that his actions (or inactions) had on you. A feeling of guilt washed over him. With his eyes downcast, he could only choke out broken apologies and a rather incoherent explanation of why he didn’t tell you. 

Shaking your head, you give him a tight lipped smile, “It’s okay. I’m over that for the most part. I’m happy for you, really. I’m really sorry, I shouldn’t have pulled away from you like that without giving you an explanation. It wasn’t fair to you. Over the past few months, with everything going on, kind of not having you in my life, I missed you. I missed us.”

“I guess we’re both idiots in a way, me more than you.” Dino notes. 

“I guess we are. Truce?” You ask him, sticking out your hand. 

Dino takes your hand in his, and says, “truce.”

The rest of the afternoon is spent catching up. You both start off by telling each other everything that has been going on in your lives. At some point, that turns into a heart to heart session where you both spill all your frustrations, hesitations, and insecurities to each other about what had happened between you. Then you spend the next couple of hours making amends with each other, repairing the damage that had been done to your friendship. By the end of it, you both felt much better having talked to each other, and you were both happy to have each other back. 

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Soon, vacation time had come and gone, and you and Dino had restored your previous dynamic. You called each other up for late night tteokbokki, did homework together, and stayed over at each other’s houses. Today was no different. You were spending time at Dino’s house just chilling. 

Throwing one of Dino’s tennis balls in the air repeatedly, you remarked, “Do you remember the time when you pushed the swing too high in the playground? We were eight? I fell and scraped my knee. I still have the scars from that.”

“Oh yea? Why would you bring that up?”

“I don’t know, just reminiscing I guess. We’re 17 now, so that was almost 10 years ago since we are turning 18 soon.”

“Hmm. Well since we are reminiscing. Remember the time when you accidentally bumped into me in school while you were holding grape juice? It spilled all over my white t-shirt. Remember how Jeonghan called me Barney the purple Dino for ages after that?”

“I plead not guilty. I still think you bumped into me.” You retorted. 

Chuckling, you sit up and look around Dino’s room. It hasn’t changed much since you were kids. You noticed a piece of paper sticking out from under his books, and grabbed it. 

“Dear Lee Chan, congratulations, you have passed your interview. We are pleased to inform you that we are prepared to offer you a full scholarship to the Korean National University of Arts.” Your eyes widened as you read each line. 

“Dino! This is huge! So I guess that means you are pretty set on dance in the end huh.” You exclaimed. 

“I guess so. Since I applied I thought I would just go through with it.” 

Humming, you carefully slid the paper back onto Dino’s table. Taking his hands in yours, you babbled on about how he was definitely going to have so much fun, and how they made the right choice by offering him a scholarship. Afterall, he was the best dancer you had ever seen. 

However, as you babbled on, you failed to notice Dino’s intense gaze on you. Your touch was electrifying. As the light from the setting sun streamed in through his windows, he watched as the light illuminated your features. The light reflected the sparkles in your eyes. The way you animatedly talked, flailing your arms around as you talked about him made his heart beat speed up. You were beautiful. The thought hit him like a truck, and when a wave of discomfort started to creep up on him, he knew. 

He knew that he was uncertain of what he wanted. He was uncertain as to whether he should accept the scholarship because that meant being away from you. And now, more than ever, Dino knew that he was uncertain of how to describe the feelings he had towards you. 

[Because he knew that he would need a million words if he tried to define all the things you mean to him. Every time you touched him, you reminded him that he was still alive. And he never, ever wanted the relationship between you two to change.]

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For the past few months, everything has been going great. Or at least that’s what you thought. In Dino’s opinion, the last few months have been blissful and painful. While he was happy to have you in his life, he started to realise just how much he liked you. He felt his heart pounding in his chest every time you were near him. Your soft taps on his face, your laughter, everything about you made him feel butterflies. It was a confusing feeling to realise that you had fallen for your best friend. 

Soon, confusion turned into frustration. Add that to the fact that everyone was getting antsy since finals were nearing. It was crunch time. Stress levels were at an all time high. Yet, for some reason, the teachers decided that this would be the perfect time to announce the homecoming dance. Obviously, this meant that there was now an additional thing for you 17 year olds to worry about. 

Dino was definitely pissed about it. It was only two days since homecoming was announced, and all he heard since then were some variations of these two sentences. 

“Did you hear? Soonyoung is going to ask y/n to the dance!”

“No way! Y/n is so lucky! Soonyoung would treat her like a princess!”

Shaking those thoughts out of his brain, Dino slams his locker shut, jumping in surprise as you suddenly poke his sides. At the sight of you looking at him curiously, his anger fades away, just slightly. His heart starts beating faster and he has to resist the urge to smoosh your face together. He thinks you look adorable, like a little baby otter. 

You blink your eyes and grin at him, asking, “Dino! So, I was wondering, what are your plans for homecoming?”

Homecoming. Again with homecoming. Dino is starting to get really sick of it. He sighs tiredly, “I don’t know y/n.”

“So, no one asked you yet?”

“No, why are you asking?”

“I was just wondering… you know, if no one asked you, maybe we could go together?”

Dino raises his eyebrows at this. You take his silence as hesitation and quickly add on, “I mean, not as dates of course if you aren’t comfortable with it. I mean, we could go as friends right?”

Friends. There was that word again and his heart clenches. Once the word comes out of your mouth, something in Dino snaps. To say that he is stressed is an understatement. He’s stressed and tired of everything. He has to deal with school, his confusing fondness towards you, and jealousy towards Soonyoung’s close relationship with you. He’s only 17. How many things is he supposed to deal with? Everything is too uncertain. Everything is just too much for him to handle. 

Running his fingers through his hair, he says exasperatedly, “Look. I don’t know y/n. Honestly? I don’t really want to go. Plus, I’m really busy. I have a scholarship interview coming up along with the other 10,000 things I already had to do. Everyone is saying Soonyoung wants to ask you to the dance. Why don’t you just agree to go with him? You’re super close anyway. Let’s leave it as that? Hmm? Don’t ever ask me about this again.”

Shocked at Dino’s outburst, you blink rapidly to try to mask your shock and the hurt that you feel. You simply nod and whisper an apology to him before scuttling off. 

“DAMNIT!” Dino exclaims. He aggressively bangs his fists against the lockers. He had watched as your face morphed from happiness and hope to hurt in a matter of minutes. All because of him. You were trying to be nice and ask him to the dance, but he let his heightened emotions get the better of him. He snapped at you. Now, he had caused another tear in your friendship. He wasn’t sure if this one would fix itself as smoothly as the previous one. Resting his forehead against his closed fists, Dino replays the moment when your face fell in his head again and again. He messed up. 

Peering out from behind the corner, Seungkwan and Jeonghan had winced when they heard the BANG of the lockers. Having watched the entire exchange, they felt bad. They were the ones who had encouraged you to ask Dino to the dance. 

“Jeonghan? Seungkwan? Hey, do you know where Dino is? I need to ask him about something.” You enquired.

Nodding his head in the direction of the lockers, Jeonghan teases, “Why y/n? Looking for your boyfriend? Asking him to homecoming? Is it a date?”

At this, your face flushes and the two boys let out low whistles. 

“I guess you really like him huh? You should go ask him. He’ll definitely say yes.” Seungkwan notes.

Rubbing your palms against your warm cheeks, you can’t stop yourself from smiling. Shyly, you admit to them, “Yea, I guess I will.”

As they watch Dino storm off, Seungkwan sends Jeonghan a knowing look. They had to fix this. And so, they hatched a plan. 

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About a month later, finals are over and it’s time for the homecoming dance. You haven’t really spoken to Dino since his outburst aside from a few brief “hellos”. You inhale sharply as you think about it. It wasn’t the time to be crying over the boy who you had given your heart to. Patting your outfit down, you opened the doors to the ballroom where the homecoming dance was being held. Looking around, you feel your heart drop. Although you see so many familiar faces, you don’t see one you had been longing to see. Still, you harden your resolve and enter the ballroom, mingling with your other friends. 

What you fail to notice is Jeonghan and Seungkwan sneakily take a photo of you entering the dance alone. Somehow they had managed to capture the exact moment when you had a brief crestfallen expression on your face. Sending Dino the photo, they attached a well crafted text to it. 

It read: Her date stood her up. Y/n is really upset and we don’t really know how to console her. 

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At home, Dino was just staring at the wall. Part of him wants to rush over to the dance, to rush over to you. But the other part of him just wants to run away. Hearing a notification sound on his phone, he opens the text only for his heart to fall. There lies the most heartbreaking photo of you Dino has ever seen. You look so beautiful, wearing his favourite shade of blue. In contrast, your face just looks empty as if the life has been sucked out of you. 

Feeling his heart pounding, waves of realisation finally crash down on Dino completely. He likes you. He hates the feeling of being the reason for your frowns and pain. Now, when someone else was the reason for it, he wants to be the reason behind you smiling again. He wants to be the reason for your little giggles and the light in your eyes. He just wants to be with you. 

As the realisation sank in, Dino fumbles around his room. He grabs his blazer that was hanging on his closet and threw it over his dinosaur pajama shirt. Bounding down the steps of his house, he skids to a halt in front of his mother’s garden. Quickly peeking to make sure his mother wasn’t looking, he grabs a handful of flowers and runs off in the direction of the homecoming dance. 

Dino throws open the doors to the dance. The loud sound attracts the attention of everyone on the dance floor. Dino scans the room and he feels his heart fall once again when he sees you are not there. Snickering to themselves that their plan seems to be working, Seungkwan and Jeonghan make their way over to Dino.

In a matter of fact tone, Jeonghan states, “she’s in the garden.” 

Thanking Jeonghan under his breath, Dino runs out. 

Meanwhile, you were tracing your fingers against the flowers’ delicate petals as you strolled along the garden path. It was a beautiful, cloudless night. The stars sparkled across the dark sky. 

Loud stomping and someone’s heavy breathing interrupted your quiet stroll. Turning around, you raised your eyebrows at the sight in front of you. You took in Dino’s haggard attire and appearance. 

As your eyes locked onto his, Dino felt like the world came to a halt. You looked even more beautiful than in the picture. Sucking in a deep breath to calm his beating heart, Dino stuck out the flowers he picked towards you as a tumble of words escaped his mouth, “i’msosorryyourdatestoodyouupyoudon’tdeservethat.”

Giving him a confused look, but taking the flowers anyway, you inquired, “Dino? What are you talking about? I can’t hear you.”

“I’m so sorry your date stood you up. You don’t deserve to be treated like that.”

Now you really were confused. What date? You had come to the dance alone. 

“Dino, I came to the dance alone. Who told you I got stood up? And are these flowers from your mother’s garden? She will kill you.”

Glancing at the entryway to the garden where two silhouettes could be seen, Dino’s voice trails off, “Jeonghan and Seungkwan… I don’t understand, they said…”

Shifting your eyes to the two silhouettes, you sigh. 

“You should know by now Jeonghan is a pathological liar. Seriously, I think someone needs to get him checked out. You add Seungkwan to the mix and you know..” you make circular motions around your temple, indicating that you thought they were crazy. 

As Dino throws an annoyed look to where the two culprits were, you start to give him a sly smile. 

“Did you run down here just for me because you thought I got stood up?”

Dino’s eyes widen at the accusation, he sputters, “Maybe? Okay, yes I did. But they said you were really sad.”

Amused, you bite your lip to keep yourself from bursting into laughter. Your heart melts at the thought of him scrambling to get to you just because he thought you were upset. You really did like him, and the thought sparks a small flame of hope that maybe, he liked you back. 

Seungkwan and Jeonghan’s little scheme long forgotten, you stand there, under the fairy lights that illuminated the garden, staring into each other’s eyes. 

Dino breaks eye contact and coughs into his elbow awkwardly. Embarrassed and full of regret, Dino says, “Look y/n. I’m sorry about what happened. I didn’t agree to go to the dance with you not because I didn’t want to. I really did. I was handling some conflicting feelings and I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know what I wanted. But I think after all this, I now know.”

Stepping closer to you, Dino hesitates momentarily. He has to do this now. He needs to tell you how he feels about you. Hardening his resolve, he says, “I’ve been feeling this way for a while now but never really figured out what this feeling I had towards you is. I couldn’t even figure out what I wanted. I guess, I finally figured it out. I like you. More than as a friend. More than as a best friend. I understand if you don’t feel the same, especially since there are rumours about Soonyoung liking you. I just need to get this off my chest.”

Letting Dino’s words sink in, your mind races. You’re feeling a combination of emotions. Surprise and elation that your crush actually likes you back, and bafflement at why he would ever think Soonyoung likes you. 

Giving a disgusted look, you exclaim, “Ugh, you think Soonyoung likes me? Yuck! That’s horrifying actually. Dino, Soonyoung is my cousin.”

“Cousin? You have different last names?”

“Maternal cousins you doofus.”

Deadpanning, Dino lets out a soft, “oh.”

You burst into a fit of giggles at Dino’s expression. You give Dino a shy smile and tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear. Chewing on the inside of your cheeks, you admit, “Actually, I like you too. I’ve always liked you. I thought I was being obvious. I don’t just tap anyone else’s cheeks or go over to their house at 3am for tteokbokki you know. I understand why you reacted that way. Believe me, I had a mini crisis when I realised I liked you.”

Heaving a sigh of relief Dino asks, “So what now?”

“I don’t know. You tell me?”

“Honestly? I don’t know. With everything going on, with the future and where life will take us in the future being so uncertain, I really don’t know what I want. What I do know, is that I want to at least try to be with you.”

Humming in understanding, you agree, “I get it. I know I want to try to be with you too. I really really like you you know.”

Dino flushes at that, and he holds out his palm for you to take, “I really really like you too. Since we are here, and before I get killed by my own mother for plucking her flowers, shall we dance together as a couple?” 

Placing your hand in his and guiding him towards the marble floors in the ballroom, you say, “we shall.”

[Dino didn’t really know what’s right but he could never call you wrong. He wanted to dance with you over those marble floors. You are like an angel. You do something to his mind and heart. When he looked into your eyes, he swore he could see you both spending thousands of years together.]

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Sitting down at the dining table, Dino takes a sip of his hot coffee and sighs, content with his life. It was now 17 years later from that fateful night of the homecoming dance. Since then, there have been many laughs, some fights, some tears, and a lot of love. Whispers of “i like you” turned into “i love you”. To think that those 2 teens from that day were now married. Dino guesses that he has Jeonghan and Seungkwan to thank (not that he will ever tell them).

Dino watches as you busy yourself around the kitchen getting breakfast ready. He offered to help but you declined, banishing him to the dining table. He took the time to take in your appearance. You looked just as beautiful to him as you did when you were 17. You had grown up, your features were more mature. But as he locks eyes with you once again, his heart still doing flip flops at the sight of you, and you give him the same shy smile you had given him when you admitted you liked him, still chewing on your cheek bashfully, Dino knew you both had never changed since then. Returning your smile, Dino just knows that you both would be dancing to the same groove of your relationship for many years in the future. Most importantly, he knows your love will still be as strong even when you are ninety two, the same as when you were 17. 

Because, although nothing was certain at seventeen, the one thing Dino was certain of, was you. 

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You were beyond out of place right now.

Donning a flat expression, you sat in the far corner of a rickety plane, journal open and in your lap limply. Various paragraphs and doodles lined the pages; a few having been added since you boarded this death trap. So far no one had commented on it, so you were content to keep scribbling away.

Glancing up and over the cover of your book, you took a moment to properly evaluate the foul smelling plane and its inhabitants—some just as smelly as the aforementioned vehicle. You had been the last to arrive just a few hours ago, give or take. Naturally, everyone had already separated into their own friend groups or were just sitting on their own. Too immersed in themselves, they hadn't noticed you sit down on rock hard seat to embark on the plane ride with them.

Looking to your left, you observed a certain sleeping ginger from last season. Scott, if you remembered correctly. From the little you had watched of him last year, you were kind of glad he was asleep. He didn't look the kind to brush his teeth twice a day, and you're not sure you could handle a cloud of halitosis swimming your way.

With a snort, your lips curled into a slight smile as you remembered how he almost became shark food last time. It had been kind of funny, considering karma and all. In your opinion, anyone who was stupid enough to mess with a mutated shark got what they deserved.

The small noise from the back of your throat seemed to wake the beast, the red head giving a start as he began to shift in his seat.

You watched with a hooded gaze as his eyes snapped open, revealing a pair of beady eyes that looked well-rested. Instead of jumping at the sudden noise so close to his ear, Scott quickly turned his head to meet the gaze of you next to him.

He took a good second to observe you from head to toe—sweatpants and all. In the time it took for him to bring his line of sight back up to your own, he had already concluded that you weren't any threat to him and the million. You were wearing sandals for fucks sake. Not really as intimidating as Heather or Jo's outfits.

"Well hello there," Scott spoke in his nasally voice. "See something you like?" He said, referring to your staring. Your face scrunched up a significant amount at that but dropped after you considered your situation. Making one of the main antagonists from last season upset with you wasn't really the smartest move as the new kid. So with a considerable amount of forced politeness, you stuck your hand out for him to shake.

"Sure let's go with that country boy." You fought the urge to cringe at what he probably thought was a cunning smile before giving him your name.

"Scott." He offered while dropping your hand. "But I'm sure you already knew that."

"Yeah. I saw bits and pieces of season four. Good strategy by the way. Even if it was a bit scandalous, I have to congratulate you. Must have really put your last two brain cells into overdrive coming up with that."

The insult went right over Scott's head as he inwardly snickered at your choice of words. He didn't think anyone had ever called him scandalous before. A big jerk, evil, and smelly maybe, but never scandalous.

"Aw really?" He responded with a sickeningly sweet voice, batting his eyelashes. "Thanks."

You couldn't stop yourself from letting out a little noise of disgust at that. Once again, Scott missed your obvious disgruntled nature, already moving on to peak into your personal belongings.

"Whatcha writin' there?" He asked. Scott pointed at your lap when you sent him a curious look, eyeing the various bullet points you had made with ink. You were quick to slam your journal closed in his face, nearly taking his finger off in the process.

"None of your business hillbilly."

"Alright alright! Message received newbie." Scott smirked and put his hands up in the air defensively. But a bit of his mischievous nature still poked through. He wondered what was in there. Secrets? Blackmail? You might not pose a threat to him now, but neither had Cameron last season and that string bean had almost won.

"So—" He dragged out the 'o' like a small child, "—what brings you to this hell hole? The money? Fame?" He quizzed you, wanting to know a little bit about you.

"Er, none of those. Although the money would be nice." You answered slowly. "I'm mostly here to help with my resume. I'm trying to get into college for film and all, and I couldn't find any other shows that wanted me on it. Set work or otherwise. Some friends would be cool though. Not a lot back home when you spend all your time applying for jobs to put you on the map."

Scott had stopped listening at college. Mentally eye rolling, he tried not to scoff. School? Friends? Those were the last things on his mind right now. His brain only held room for two things. The million, and his mama's gruel. Oh, how he loved his mama's gruel.

Why the fuck would Chris choose to put someone new in this season? And a season full of former competitors nonetheless.

By the time Scott had turned back to face you, you had already written him off and were staring out the plane's window. Shrugging, he put his hands behind his head and closed his eyes once more, content to get some more shut eye before the torture began.

A couple more minutes passed filled with chatter from other people on the plane. Insults were thrown, small talk made, and pleasantries exchanged. You paid no mind to it, watching the glittering sea below pass by in a blur.

All of a sudden, the plane came to a soft stop. Not as in, they had stopped flying. Now they were merely hovering. You looked around confused. No one else seemed to pay any mind to this. They were still all talking—or in some cases glaring at someone.

You took a moment to peer out the window once more, watching as a familiar island below swerved in and out of vision at a steady pace.

A loud noise diverted your attention from the window. A big, burly man had pried the rusty door to the pilot's cockpit open and stepped out. Chef looked around with a disgusted look on his face. You could almost hear his internal monologue, complaining about young people and how he should get a raise.

“—and here they are now! From Revenge of the Island, say hello to multiple Mike!” A familiar voice said enthusiastically. It was then that Chef stomped over to a boy with spiky hair. You admired him from afar, smart enough to appreciate when someone was attractive. But you waved away any further thought of that, seeing as the only person he had talked to the entire time was a nice looking redhead. Zoey and Mike, you remembered. The fan favorite couple from last season. Nice people. Both good looking.

“Uh, hey Chef! Let's talk about this!” The boy laughed nervously before being picked up. You proceeded to watch with wide eyes as he was kicked off the plane and plummeted to the ocean below.

Chef wasted no time ignoring the screams of the teenager he had just pushed out of a plane, already moving onto the next person with a considerable amount of force. The announcer from below, who you had now identified as the one and only Chris McLean, continued to call out names

“Mike’s friend pushover turned powerhouse, Zoey!” The mentioned girl jumped after Mike in a panic after he said that. After that, it was just you watching from a corner as Chef picked people off one by one depending on whose name Chris called next.

“Athletic non-supporter, Lightning!”

Splash! There went the cocky white-hared boy.

“Bubble Boy brainiac Cameron!”

You frowned a bit at that one. Cameron seemed nice. Well, nice enough to not be deemed a wuss for the rest of his conceivably short social life. Besides, it's not unlike Chris to—

Holy fucking shit what is that.

You looked over in shock to see a feral boy with a balding head and green tinted skin. He bared his teeth and panted, revealing sharp yellow teeth. The boy—is that even a boy?—noticed your stare and turned to face you. With a snarl and a lunge, your face was stopped from being clawed off as Chef snagged the back of his hoodie. The creature looked at you with a violent expression, one could even call it murderous, before squirming and yowling underneath Chef's grip.

“And feral freak show, Ezekiel!” Chris sounded off from below. Gasps could be heard as Chef dropped the mutated canadian from his hoodie. You leaned over the edge of the plane a bit to see a plunger come out of nowhere and grab onto him.

“Ha! Only joking! No way is that guy coming back again!” Chris laughed before having a robot shoot him off to god knows where. You weren't one to openly wish harm on others, but thank fuck that thing was gone.

“I feel like I'm forgetting something." Chris sang, his voice far away.

"Oh yeaah! That's right! All Stars, say hello to your new competitor, the movie enthusiast!” He said loudly, your full name following suit. You could practically feel the confusion coming off your future teammates/opponents in waves, already so excited to take the plunge and meet them. Note the sarcasm.

Holding out a hand to hault Chef—who had been sneaking up behind you—you shoved the journal that you had been clutching into his hands.

"Make sure that gets down safe and you won't have to toss me like a sack of potatoes. Deal?" You offered. It was a stretch, especially considering that Chef most likely enjoyed throwing people off high places.

But you were met with a shrug as he tucked the book under his arm.

"Sure kid. Just hurry up or Chris'll have my head. Or yours." With a little cackle, he walked off, leaving you staring at where he had just been.

Nice guy.

Again. Notice the sarcasm.

"Sign up for the show, they said. You'll have fun, they said."

Next thing you knew, you were falling through open air with a loud yell, holding your nose and preparing for the impact of salt water on skin.

A cold feeling seeped into your veins and straight to your bones as you plunged into the water. In no way, shape, or form were you an adrenaline junkie, but you did understand a little bit why people would do that.

As fish of all different shapes and sizes passed by, you almost failed to notice the squirming figure under you. Almost.

A sharp jab to your calf prompted your gaze to be pulled below, where you saw a struggling figure resting under you. With a start, you realized you must have landed on someone and drug them under. Acting quickly, you grabbed onto their arm and began to swim upwards, hoping that you hadn't done any serious damage. Upon breaking the surface, you immediately swam to shore, dragging them with you. They offered no complaints, and you began to wonder if they even were conscious.

You trudged onto shore and would have collapsed like everyone else if not for the person you had been carrying like luggage. Whirling around, it was revealed to be a coughing and gagging Mike that you had so ceremoniously drowned. You felt your neck heat up with embarrassment as he spit out more and more salt water. Oops.

"Uhm—" You began unsteadily, unsure of what to do now that he seemed to be fine. "—sorry about that dude. Didn't mean to wreck your day."

“It’s al—” Mike paused to hack his lungs out some more, “—right. I wouldn't have signed up for this show if I couldn't handle a little water, right?” He said smiling a little before spiraling into another mini cough attack at the end. His comment made you grin a bit, the most anyone had managed to get out of you so far.

"Yeah, that's fair." You punctuated the end of your sentence by holding your hand out for him to take, hauling him off the crunchy sand. For a moment, your eyes locked with his. You couldn't stop yourself from smiling a bit more, watching as Mike mirrored your expression shyly.

Yeah. You had been right earlier. He was a cute one.

The two of you might have just stayed there forever, staring at each other, if not for Chris’s regrettably loud voice.

“—but the winners get to sleep in an all new, eco-friendly McLean spa hotel complete with butler, hot tub, and 24-hour masseuse!” The host finished his introduction smugly. You couldn't help but roll your eyes at that, dropping Mike's hand and missing the way his smile dipped at that. But really, naming a building after yourself? Come on Chris. The other campers had instead cheered and jumped up and down, happy to have the chance to not sleep in a cruddy cabin, no matter how slim the chance.

“And in honor of your past performances, excluding our new addition—" You glared at Chris for singling you out, not appreciating all the new attention. “—this season's theme will be Heroes versus Villains!” Chris finished excitedly.

“Heather, Ducan, Lightning, Joe, Scott, and Gwen.” He started, using the robot to kick an already bewildered Gwen on the team. “You will now be known as the Villainous Vultures!”

“What?! Why am I on the villians team!” Gwen cried. You had to side with her there. Even if she did kiss Duncan, technically he wasn't Courtney's boyfriend at the time. And Courtney is a raging monster who used to be nice, so not much sympathy for her there. Emphasis on the used to be nice part.

“Because you stole my boyfriend and became the new Heather!” Courtney retorted with a look of rage on her face. Again, not your boyfriend at the time.

“What she said.” Chris cut your thoughts off, agreeing against the protesting Gwen. A bit more of an argument occurred before a happy Duncan said something to Gwen. Clearly he didn't get the reaction he wanted, instead ending up with Gwen slumping over and his own face contorting into a less positive one, leaving you to wonder what had been said.

“Mike, Zoe, Cameron, Sam, Courtney, Lindsay, and Sierra! You're now the Heroic Hamsters!” Chris shouted out, taking the attention off the villians and towards the others. "You too, new kid." He added on with a sadistic laugh.

“Hey, how come I'm on this team? You know literally nothing about me.” You said in a confused, but not necessarily disappointed tone.

“Look, in the five minutes I have known you, you've saved someone's life, apologized about it, and have had proper sense of hygiene! Which is more than I can say for some people.” Chris said, evil eyeing the vultures. Most of them just shrugged with smirks.

“Wait a minute!” Jo said, jumping in on the conversation. “They have eight people to our six! No fair!”

“Since when have you been about fair?” You mumbled sourly, earning a laugh from Mike. Who, at this point, had saddled up next to you. Tossing him an easy grin, you held your hand out for a first bump, Mike was quick to accept it with a gleeful smile.

“I needed the extra seat on the plane for that Ezekial prank,” Chris continued over you and Mike, shrugging. Jo just glared at him until he huffed a breath of defeat.

“Fine!" He said, dragging out the 'e' a generous amount. “You can have the robot,” Chris grumbled, pulling out a remote and pressing the only button on it. You took the moment to observe said robot. It was rusted and old looking. Very poorly designed with lots of scuffs surrounding its metal encasing. And the way it moved was strange. It was much smoother than a hunk of junk like that should be. You wondered where on god's green earth Chris had found it in the show to afford to revamp the robot.

“Thought your robot could talk man.” Scott piped up.

“Aw, the communication chip cracked when I was in the hosgow.” Chris said, waving it off with a smile that didn't seem entirely genuine.

“Was that english?” Lindsay whispered in a loud tone. You just looked at her and shrugged, as clueless as the blonde bimbo for once.

Everyone proceeded to watch as the robot scooted closer and closer to Heather, causing her to snap at the machine and call it a toaster. You just laughed at that.

“Ahem! Anyways," Chris cleared his throat forcefully, annoyed that the attention had been taken off him.

"This year's challenges are all nods to classics from the past. But with harsh new tricks to make this the hardest Total Drama Season, ever!!” He cackled. You stiffened significantly at his words. You had seen most of the previous seasons. If those were pale in comparison to this year, well let's just say you were having second thoughts about the college credit this would earn you.

“Your first challenge is this. Find the key to the spa hotel—"

Well that's not so bad.

“—and in an homage to Total Dramas' first ever challenge, cliff diving into water infested with ravenous sharks!”

Nevermind.

You watched from across the beach as Scott visibly shuddered—normally his smug face replaced with one of mortal terror. Sure, the other campers were scared, but Scott was shaking like a leaf in the wind. Guess Fang left a lasting impression last year.

Chirs then launched into an explanation with a terrifying example playing on a tv of a suffering intern attempting to do the challenge. You got the gist of it. Dive off the cliff, get the key, don't get mauled, repeat until victory. And some weird touch about baby carriages?

“First team to unlock the spa door wins! And someone from team loser will be going home tonight. Meet me at the base of the cliff in 15 minutes, chop-chop!” The host said, clapping his hands before jumping into and driving off in a Jeep with one of his poor interns.

“Shouldn't we change into our swimsuits or something first!” A worried Mike yelled at his retreating back.

“Sorry! No time!” A far away Chris shouted, not sounding sorry at all.

You sighed. This was going to suck.

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By the time everyone had made it to the beginning of the island's monstrous mountain, you were all sweaty and spent. Meanwhile, Chris didn't even look like he had broken a sweat. And where had he gotten that jetpack? More importantly, how in hell was he paying for all of this?

"Fuck you McLean." You gasped for air in between words, hands on your knees as you paused to catch your breath. Chris just chuckled, saying something about having to mute that on national television while you ignored him.

This place was already turning out to be a shit stain on the bed sheet of life, and you had only been here for less than an hour.

It wasn't all bad though. During the run, you had started to insert yourself more and more into the weird ecosystem that was this reality show. You had struck up a conversation with Cameron—Zoey and Mike not far behind. Your previous observations of them had been right. Cameron was scrawny, and definitely nerdy as hell—within the first minute of meeting you he had started to spew out the mathematical odds of you winning—but he was nice, if not a pushover. In fact, he was just as nice as Zoey and Mike, who quickly welcomed you into their little group. You accepted it thankfuly, albeit a little more cautiously than the standard person. At least Zoey seemed a bit less naive than last season. You weren't sure you'd be able to put up more than one weak willed team member for too long. Sorry, Cameron.

And Mike was—well, he was Mike. For someone that you had almost killed no less than five minutes ago, he seemed to find every little joke you made funny. If it were you that he had landed on back there, you would have popped up to the surface cursing him, his mother, and his mother's mother. But the longer you ran side by side with him across the longest fucking beach ever, the smaller that feeling got. What can I say? You've always had a soft spot for outcasts.

“Greetings All Stars!” Chris piped up over the noise of everyone's suffering with a cheery voice. “Here are the carriages!” With a wave of his arm, he gestured to two different colored baby carriages resting on either side of him.

Whilst Chris continued to terrorize the campers with instructions on how to play, you took in your surroundings. You felt as the salty sea breeze skimmed off your face, and listened to the crashing of the waves against the nearby shore. It was a peaceful alternative compared to listening in on Chris. Anything at this point was, though.

“—decide on your carriage drivers. Starting now!”

You broke out of your trance to see both teams scrambling for the position of carriage pushers. For some reason. Well, more like the villains were. Your team was instead politely offering the opportunity to one another.

“How about Mike?” You cut through all the talk with a monotone offer, just ready for someone to decide at this point. Mike's head whipped your way at your words, face contorting into one of pleasant surprise that you once again missed. Everyone else just stared at you expectantly.

“What? He’s smart and has got enough strength to push most anyone on our team. He should do fine.” You shrugged, arms crossed stubbornly in front of your chest. Zoey awwed at your comment happily, only stopping with a nervous giggle when you sent a warning glance her way.

Everyone seemed in favor of it as Mike made his way to grab the cart, only for Courtney to scoff loudly.

“Lindsay will do it!” She grumpily said, pushing the lovable, but dumb blonde into the yellow carriage. You groaned. As nice as Lindsay was, you were pretty sure she didn't know the difference from an apple and an orange. Might as well forfeit the challenge now.

“Alright. Everyone but Jo and Lindsay, up the cliff!”

Grumbling, you looked upwards at the steep cliff you now had to prepare yourself to climb. How fun.

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The sun. You forgot how much you hated the stupid sun. How could one star a gazillion miles away manage to be so hot and yet so annoying? It was probably your fault you were this sweaty, seeing as you wore sweats to a place like this. But still. The sun sucked. It didn't help that certain teammates were being a real pain in the ass either.

"Hurry up!" Courtney snapped at you for the umpteenth time since everyone had begun their trek, her name making it pretty far up your People I Would Like To Punch list in the process.

"I told you. I don't run. Much less more than once a day." That was all you rewarded her griping with. The girl took to letting out a shrill yell of frustration and pointing a finger at you angrily. Clearly she wasn't happy about your attitude. Or lack of one, therefor.

"I hope you like being here! Because I can assure you, if you don't pick up the pace, you won't last much longer!"

You simply took to sticking your tongue out at her when she turned her back again, earning yourself a smooth high five from a passing Duncan.

"Is she always like this?"

"Hah! You have no idea buddy."

Staying true to your lackluster method, you ended up being the last one to reach the top of the cliff, ignoring a seething Courtney with gusto as Chris explained today's challenge for the third time. He really just needed to put a powerpoint together at this point. Keeps it short and to the point.

Walking over, you stopped at the crest of the hill to peer over it with Zoey. You were met with the sight of a grinning shark waving back at you, looking way too hungry for your liking.

"Fang, right?" You asked. Zoey nodded slowly, looking a little greener in the face than normal. Looking at her and then back down at the creature below, you placed a hand on her shoulder with a wince, not really used to comforting people as much as you should be.

"Er, it'll be okay Zoey. You're strong and fast. I think. You'll have no problem doing this challenge." A pause. "Probably."

"Wow." She looked at you blandly, attention no longer on the mutant shark as she cocked her head to the side. "Has anyone told you you're terrible at pep talks?"

"More than you'd believe."

That got a laugh out of her, curing the squirming in your gut that had come as a side effect with the little interaction. Anxiety is a bitch.

"See? Looking normal already." You severed the physical content with a clap to her back, hand retreating into the confines of your pants pocket.

"Better. It's better, already. Not normal." Zoey corrected you with a quirk of her lips, eyeing you with a smile as you pretended to know that.

“Ahem. If you two are done chatting, its challenge time." Chris's disgruntled expression suddenly appeared in front of you and Zoey—courtesy of his jetpack—sending a good amount of smoke directly into both of your eyes. Great. Now you were sweaty and blind.

"Places people!” The bane of your existence clapped, zooming back up into the air and away from you. "Its diving time!” He cackled at the last bit. You shot him a glare before turning to your team, ignoring whatever squabble was going on over on the villians side. You had a feeling you'd have to get used to that.

“One diver per team at a time. The next diver has to wait until their team's carriage returns.” Chris spoke, pulling out a blow horn.

“Ready, set—!” He didn't get to finish his sentence as he pulled the trigger, the fog horn letting out an unearthly sound as the campers covered their ears.

“Yeah! Lightning strikes!" You watched while the white haired boy, Lightning you remembered, took a running leap of the rocky edge. He was quite quick to dive off the cliff, Courtney following close behind screaming her lungs out. Everyone watched as both of them dove down to get a key. It didn't take long for bubbles to reach the surface, everyone eager to see who would come up with a key first.

The faint call of "sha-bingo!" gave you your answer.

Somehow, Lightning ended up in the lead, jumping in the baby carriage with a shiny key. Eventually, Courtney dragged herself out of the water, snapping at Lindsay to get a move on by the looks of it. It was no surprise to you when Courtneys pick for a driver instead responded by lamely looked around, showing no signs of moving anytime soon. You frowned. Lindsay might as well leave the island now, because there was no way they were going to win the challenge. Less shame in it for her overall.

Sierra jumped next, screaming in a cowboy like fashion on the way down. Not much to say on that beyond that the key was a dud.

"Alright. Let's do this." You stepped up as Sierra and Lindsay returned from the spa-hotel, somewhat eager to prove your usefulness as the newest cast member. A quick breath or two made its way out of your mouth as you bounced on the balls of your feet, hyping yourself up for the plunge to be. You flinched at the view of the drop below but squared your shoulders up anyways in preparation to jump. You were only stopped by a jubilant cheer from behind you.

"Yeah! You've got this!" Mike whooped, Cameron and Zoey backing him up with two pairs of thumbs up. A wiry smile crossed your face as you mock saluted them, already beginning to make your way down the cliff's edge. You were a split second too soon for your competitor, not seeing how Gwen tripped and went tumbling down alongside you.

Your three sort-of-friends—and everyone else—watched as you and Gwen splashed into the water, only to come up and immediately be confronted by sharks. You were in the unfortunate position of sitting wide eyed on Fang's head while Gwen floated in the middle of two more of the deadly sea creatures. Before anyone could sink their teeth into someone else, a rock flew out of nowhere and hit Fang in the nose. Both players looked up the lengthy cliff in surprise to see Mike and Zoey yielding rocks of all different sizes.

Sending a (very) thankful wave up in their direction, you wasted no time basking in the absence of the sharks to dive down in search of a key.

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CONFESSIONAL

[Name]

The footage shows you sitting on a filthy looking toilet, following your gaze as you try not to accidentally inhale a stray fly. It takes you a second to get used to the humidity of the outhouse, not liking the way your clothes begin to stick to your skin like glue. Really gross glue. You continue the look of disgust before remembering what you came in there for.

"That was nice of them to help. Zoey and Mike I mean. Day one and I've already found some likable people. I was expecting to come into this riding it all out on my own, but this is much better. I mean, it wouldn't hurt to brush up on some of my people skills after all. At least, that's what I'm told back home."

You toss an awkward look to the camera at that last part.

CONFESSIONAL OVER

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The ride to the hotel was bumpy and rough, only to be filled by the sounds of Lindsay's huffing and puffing.Feeling sorry for her, you did your best to send her an encouraging smile. That fell into a glower pretty quickly when her gag reflex kicked in at the sight of it. Alright, no smiling around her then. The fucker.

Sticking the key that you grabbed into the lock of the spa, you huffed in annoyance at its refusal to move. Damn.

“It's a no go! Back to the beach.” You huffed already racing to the cart. Lindsay just flopped on the ground, causing you to pause.

“Hey? Are you ok?”

She just groaned in response. Looking around momentarily, you decided to put matters into your own hands with a stick and sheer will, using it as a makeshift oar to row you back to the beach. Lindsay trudged on behind you, designer boots occasionally tripping her over a root or a rock. As you neared the sandy quarters, a very beat up Sam came into view. Suddenly, you were feeling very lucky that Mike and Zoey had such good aim.

“Jesus christ dude, what happened?” You questioned as you began to hop out of your ride. Sam muttered some gibberish about keys and sharks before collapsing in the carriage, taking up for your absence. As they disappeared farther and farther away into the forest, you looked up at the cliff to see a terrified Scott holding onto a rock for dear life, Lightning doing his best to pry him off of it. A few words were exchanged, but being at the bottom of the cliff, you couldn't really hear them. Well, Lightning at least. Scott's screams of protest probably were audible an island over.

You squinted as various pairs of arms and legs went flying in the air before the robot that had been standing nearby was pushed off the edge. So distracted by it bashing into rocks on the way down, you didn't even notice Zoey sprinting past you with a key and a determined expression on her face.

All that the campers could see from above the water's surface were a couple of solitary bubbles before a loud explosion rocked everyone to the bone. As scraps of metal flew out of the water, you saw a man's outline through it all. Was that- ?

"Oh, you have got to be kidding me."

Gasps from all around could be heard as a scruffy man emerged from the wreckage with an award winning smile. Alejandro flashed it at the surrounding crowd and camera as he landed on the beach, proceeding to snatch a key up out of thin air.

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CONFESSIONAL

[Name]

You squint at the camera, looking less than pleased while you lean your arms on the top of your legs.

"Yeah. We definitely lost this one."

CONFESSIONAL OVER

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“Welcome to our first ever elimination ceremony of the season! How do you like the new peanut gallery, huh?” The host of the show said.

It was nighttime on the island now. The moon was out, and so were the elimination marshmallows. Sitting on the lumpy excuse for a seat that Chris called this log, you struggled to balance swatting mosquitos and paying attention, really hoping that today had given your teammates enough of a reason not to vote you off.

"Thanks to me, now winners can watch their opponents give someone the boot before heading to the spa hotel for a deluxe dinner!” Chris said, dragging out the last part. Your stomach grumbled at the thought of food. It had been over twelve hours since you had eaten anything decent.

Staring at the flames to the campfire, you relived today. It seemed like forever ago when you had been sitting in the plane instead of meer hours. Night had fallen way too quickly for your liking, and you could only guess if Chef had gotten your journal back down safely with the rest of your stuff. Although, by the end of this ceremony it may not matter at all.

“Before we start, we need one winner to volunteer for a special reward!” Chris said with a smile.

Yeah right. Since when had there ever been a real bonafide reward in the history of this entire show.

“ Ha! Sha-Lightning!” The athletic junkie volunteered, swiftly jumping out of the peanut gallery and running over to Chris with an arrogant smile.

“Great! Your reward is spending the night in exile at Bony Island with all the hungry, wild, animals!!!”

Reward my ass.

“Aw! How is that a reward!” Lightning whined, voicing your thought for you.

“Because, there's a McLean invincibility statue hidden somewhere on Bony Island! Find it, and you're golden!”

“Now he tells us.” Scott said, clear annoyance in his words.

“This year!” Chris said, moving on and pretending to have not heard Scott. “You get to vote by placing an X on one of the eight by tens of the person you want to eliminate! Now—” He said in a more serious tone. “—get voting.”

You were the first to hop in the outhouse house. Inside were pictures of everyone. Shuffling through them, you glanced at all of the faces on your team. Lingering on one a little bit longer than the others.

Swiping a quick red X on the separate picture of Lindsay, you climbed out of the commode and took a seat at the campfire. Surprisingly, it only took about 5 minutes for everyone to get in and out, and for the votes to be counted. Finally, everyone was back on a log—tensions just as high as they had been before. The only humorous part of the night was when Lindsay got out from voting with an X on her face.

“Okay,” Said the raven haired host, now holding a plate of marshmallows in one of his hands “The following people are safe. Cameron, Sierra, Zoe, Mike, and Sam.” He paused to add your name as if an after thought, earning a nasty look from you.

When your marshmallow was finally thrown at you, you just opened your mouth, letting the soft food find its home in your stomach. An impressed look was shot your way from Zoe, to which you responded with a grin full of marshmallow.

“Lindsay! You're on the chopping block for your terrible driving skills. And Courtney, you're on the chopping block for making Lindsay drive.” Chris said, referring to the only two people left without a marshmallow.

It wasn't a surprise to anyone when Courtney was handed the last marshmallow, rounding out the ending of the first episode with a stink. Literally. The elimination process compared to last year was just downright cruel. It wasn't enough that the eliminated had to be flushed down it, but everyone else that watched had the pleasure of getting stuck in the splash zone.

You were really beginning to hate Chris.

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With a grunt, you ruffled the little bit of your hair still drenched with toilet water out while sitting on the darkened steps to your cabin. Face contorted in disgust, you sniffed your clothes curiously, only to become a bit green in the face.

Groaning, you flopped backwards onto your back, running your hands down your face frustratedly.

True to his somewhat nonchalant word, Chef had gotten your prized novel back into your hands safely. It was sitting on your cruddy cabin bed when you walked into the room, proving to be one of the only good parts of your day. Besides not being voted out of course.

You had been quick to swipe your journal up, not wanting anyone to get ahold of it.

You frowned as you thought about it. Shit. This place was already messing with you. But could you really blame yourself with a super stalker teammate like Sierra on the prowl?

Grumbling half heartedly, you made your way over to the confession booth.

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CONFESSIONAL

[Name]

You didn't take long to start talking this time.

"Alright. Day one." You began tersely. "Almost died on a few occasions, and felt like killing someone else the rest of the time. But what can I expect from former convict Mr. McLean"

A pregnant pause filled the room as you considered your next words carefully.

"Fuck. I can already tell this is going to be interesting."

CONFESSIONAL OVER