#I said I don't draw him enough with headbands

[spacespheal]

Outfit doodles

[a-writer-on-elm-street]

I got a lil idea with Otis with a s/o that likes to were a beauty headband with bunny ears to keep they hair out of there face when there drawing or relaxing 👀👀👀 feel like it would be a recipe for trouble lol

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Rabbit

a/n: omg you have NO IDEA how much i love this!! thank you so much for this i had so too much fun writing it! <3

pairing: otis x afab!reader

warnings: smut, oral sex (m receiving), otis calls reader 'rabbit', no pronouns used but it's implied that reader has long hair

word count: 407

"What the fuck is that thing?" Otis asked, tugging at the bunny ears on your head.

"It's a headband," you simply told him, readjusting it. "It keeps the hair out of my face."

"Oh yeah? Well ain't it just convenient that they're little bunny ears," he smirked, toying with the ears again.

"Otis," you warned. "Where is this going?"

"It's going somewhere good is where it's going," he mused, crushing you under the weight of his stare.

"And what's your definition of good?"

You knew there was no way you could say no to him, and you could absolutely see where this was going, but you were more interested in seeing how long you could drag this out.

He leaned back on the bed, opening his legs slightly, an amused grin on his face as he looked down at his crotch. "Come on, rabbit, I know you want to."

"Want to what?" You teased, shifting closer to him on the bed. "I ain't doing nothing 'till you tell me."

Otis simply looked down at his crotch again, like that would somehow serve as a decent enough answer. And it did, but you weren't about to tell him that.

You swung your leg over his waist, straddling his lap, unable to hide your amusement as you leaned down to press a kiss to his neck.

"Am I getting closer?" You asked, your breath hot against his skin, your lips twisting into a smirk.

A dissatisfied sigh fell from his lips, as he dug his fingers into your thighs. "I ain't playin' no games, rabbit."

"Who said it was a game?" You questioned. "I was only askin' if I was close."

In response, he pushed his fingers harder into your thighs, making sure you knew he wasn't interested in messing around.

You sighed. "Fine, I'll suck your fuckin' dick."

You scooted down his body slightly, opening his pants, and soon enough, you had your hand wrapped around his dick.

"You know, I expect a certain level of enthusiasm when it comes to these things," Otis said. "And you don't look very enthusiastic."

You didn't bother to answer him as you wrapped your lips around his tip, his hips jerking beneath you from the sudden motion.

As you took him into your mouth, you could feel him playing with the bunny ears on your head, quiet groans falling from his lips.

"That's right," he muttered, petting your head. "That's right."

[ Main Masterlist ]

[ohbo-ohno]

Apparently I got a thing for closets (it’s because I’m in the closet currently, probably) because I can’t stop thinking about that A/B/O closet nest and now Kidnapper!Gaz and that little closet snippet.

Just….Gaz reinforcing the closet doors and soundproofing the small room, clearing out his clothes and taking out the lightbulb so you have no way of escape or light to help you see. And he can’t hear you with the soundproofing so he now he can just put you in there whenever you act up and doesn’t have to feel bad because he can’t hear you crying and begging anymore. Besides, he’s sure you’ll like it a lot better now. He made sure you have lots of nice blankets and fidgety toys. It’s the perfect little place for his perfect bunny. Bunnies love dark cramped spaces, don’t they? He calls it your bunny burrow. If you weren’t claustrophobic before, you will be soon enough.

ohhhh gaz making you scared of something so he can use it as punishment has me as;dkaskf;a

and he makes it nice, too. like you said - blankets, fidget toys, probably your favorite pillows and some of his clothes to cuddle with. it would probably be a really nice place to snuggle up in - if you could leave when you wanted, or if you could even stretch your legs out the whole way. but you can't, it's a tiny cramped space that stays dark.

and he only ever puts you in there when you need to calm down :( says he'll give you some time in your burrow so you don't stress yourself out too much, doesn't really listen when you wail and scream. says what else do you need in there bunny? and gives you anything you ask for. but of course he's not gonna leave open the door, it's not really alone time for you if he's staring in is it? i thought you wanted to be by yourself, bun?

can't hear you scream and wail and beg, so he just leaves you in there until he's decided it's been long enough. draws you into his arms, hides a smile in your hair (between the floppy ears on a headband) when you cling desperately to him because you feel like you've been locked up for days

[rosyjuly]

galex sugar rush au because i've been hooked on this terrible show and i want baker boys pining and whipping up gorgeous desserts.

The whole thing had been George’s idea. 

“No.” 

“Alex, come on,” George had said, trying to catch Alex’s eye, but Alex had been looking away, handsome face scrunched up in a grimace. 

“Be serious now,” Alex had scoffed. He had finished his coffee with one last gulp and sprung to his feet. George threw his paper cup in the trash and followed him inside, looking at the nape of Alex’s neck as they’d crossed out of the courtyard’s sunlight and back into the dark of the kitchen’s staff entrance. 

“I am being serious,” George had said, trying to keep his voice low, avoid drawing attention to the discussion now bordering on an argument. “Listen, it’s fifty grand – think about what we could do with that money.” 

Anyway, they’re watching the episode now with Alex’s siblings, piled too close together on the couch. 

“Don’t you start it without me,” Chloe says, pointing at Alex, when the microwave beeps. Alex’s apartment is only barely bigger than a studio; with the six of them crammed into the makeshift living room it feels practically claustrophobic, a train carriage at peak hour. The old couch doesn’t have the stamina to support three people anymore and every time Alex shifts it sags and sends George and Zoe tumbling down into the middle, the two of them pooling around Alex in a tumble of legs. George keeps his hands in his lap, just in case. 

“I’m telling you,” Alex groans, “you already know the result! Why are you making such a big deal out of it?” 

“If it was a big deal you’d have fucking made something,” Luca says without looking up from his phone. 

“There’s popcorn,” Alex tells him, nodding at Chloe who’s returning with two bowls from the kitchen. 

“Albono, you’re the laziest person I know,” George says. He drags a playful hand through Alex’s hair; the bleached strands are soft between his fingers. 

“I deal with enough food during my day job if you haven’t noticed, thank you very much,” Alex says, rolling his eyes. He doesn’t pull his head away though. He picks up the remote and presses play, which finally shuts everyone up, even if just while Hunter March explains the rules of the chocolate-themed episode. 

“Aww, I didn’t remember you guys had matching little outfits,” Zoe clicks her tongue. 

“George’s idea,” Alex says, reaching around blindly for the popcorn. He’s right. It was: but it’s just blue aprons, nice cotton ones in a deep navy color, big, practical pockets on both sides. George actually wanted headbands, too, but Alex took one look at the bandanas, and said it’s either them or him. It was an easy choice, after that. 

George crosses his arms over his chest as the other teams are introduced. Most of them look smooth, in sync; he’s been trying to avoid stressing about how he and Alex will come across. 

“We’re friends and coworkers,” he sees himself say on screen, over-articulating the words like he does when he’s stressed. Alex next to him looks almost bored, eyebrow half-cocked at the camera. 

“I got him drunk enough to admit that he hired me because he thought I was cute,” Alex says, flashing a bright smirk. 

“For the record, I don't have hiring privileges,” George-on-the-screen says after a guffaw. George remembered feeling caught out: it’s not like Toto hadn’t asked him what he thought of Alex after his trial shift, and Alex was definitely his type: tall and handsome with an attitude. And he hadn’t even bleached his hair back then. 

“Oh, you guys were laying it on pretty thick,” Zoe says, stuffing a handful of popcorn into her mouth. 

George hums, crosses his arm on his chest. He and Alex look like as much of a well-oiled team on screen as they feel in the kitchen, leaning close together over the countertop, notebook spread out in front of them. 

“I think we should do something a bit more out of the box,” George-on-the-screen says, sketching up the bottom of the cupcake. “Peanut butter, raspberry, chili – that’s done and dusted.” 

“Why don’t we do a pistachio one?” Alex says. He draws the frosting, dots the top part of the swirl. “Pair it with some nice dark chocolate in the dough, some crushed nuts on top, hm?” 

In the next interlude, Alex says, his apron clean, his hair artfully swept to one side, “He makes it tasty, I make it look good.” 

George snorts, nudges their knees together. “As if it wasn’t you coming up with that concept and like, half of the others.” 

Alex doesn’t answer, but he presses his leg along George’s. 

George still can’t believe Jacques Torres was in the same room, that he tasted their cupcake and liked it – liked it enough to name them the winners of the first round, blown away by the richness of the frosting, the satisfying, salty crunch of toasted pistachios. 

For the confection, the two other teams already picked ruby chocolate, so they settled on gold instead to set themselves apart. George isn’t sure how much footage will be shown of them – probably more, now that one team’s already been eliminated. But he isn’t prepared for the exact moment when Alex-on–the-screen says, “Why don’t we do ice cream?”, watches with avid mortification how George-on-the-screen immediately nods, face tense, mouth pressed in a thin line. 

“I can do it with liquid nitrogen,” George-on-the-screen offers, already checking the shelves for the equipment. 

“Those glasses are so funny,” Chloe says, phone pointed at the screen. She’s posting a story about it – George can’t wait to see the mocking caption. Better to focus on how silly he looks while he’s taking out the ice cream of the container, goggles and big, rubbery gloves on, instead of the immediacy he seeks to fulfill Alex’s every request. He’s never even used liquid nitrogen before; only knew the technique in theory. And it showed. The ice cream came out a touch too soft. Not even Alex’s carrot cake crumble could save it; the judges were more impressed by the flambéd bananas with the ruby chocolate soufflé. 

But they went through. The girls exhale in relief, and so does George, even though he knows the outcome, has lived it for months now. 

In the final round, they have to create a chocolate wonderland; whatever that means. George remembers the paralyzing fear he felt in the moment, blanking – but Alex was already sketching, his face lit up with excitement, hands moving in sweeping, relaxed motions. 

“And we can do the ferris wheel with salt sticks,” Alex-on-the-screen is saying. 

So they made a realistic Winter Wonderland cake; the fair in a cold, London December, covered in mud instead of snow. A large sheet cake with silky chocolate ganache, on top the barren trees, overpriced amusement rides. 

It must look impressive enough, because even Luca puts his phone away, watches the screen with barely concealed attention. Alex-on-the-screen is making the ganache, pouring heated up heavy cream over the chocolate. When he calls George over for a second opinion, he’s offering the spoon, his other hand cupped under it for any spillage. George-on-the-screen is taken aback, blinking owlishly for a few seconds before snapping out of it and tasting. It was exquisite, of course. 

When they’re done with the assembly and the piping, Alex-on-the-screen asks, “Do you need me to boss you around?” because George keeps hovering at the edge of the shot, fetching salt sticks and shying away from trying to build the freaking carousel. 

“Mate, the editors really liked you,” George snorts, trying to hide his embarrassment. “I had good moments, too! Where are they!”

“Natural charm, what can I say,” Alex says, but he nudges a friendly shoulder against George’s. 

It doesn’t even come as a surprise that they win. Their opponents’ cake was, well, cute, but lacked the kind of single-minded focus Alex and him brought to the table. 

On the screen, he and Alex hug long enough that something starts fizzing in his stomach, hot and uncomfortable. He excuses himself as the music starts up and Hunter March starts thanking them for watching another episode, stares at himself in the bathroom mirror. It can’t be that obvious all the time, he thinks, because otherwise Alex would have noticed it already, would have said something. Anything. 

When he comes out, Alex and Zoe are talking in the kitchen, voices low and hushed. He raps his knuckles lightly against the door. Zoe looks up, face sharp as she says, “I better go, I’m already an hour late to my friends.” Before she leaves, she fixes Alex with one last look that almost makes George flinch. It would be better to flee. Easier, at least. But Alex has always been kind; even if they hadn’t won the prize, if they hadn’t convinced Susie to invest in their confectionery, Alex wouldn’t just blank him. 

The front door closes. The flat is quiet again: it’s just the two of them and the dishes in the sink. George itches to grab a sponge and occupy his hands; shoves them in his pocket instead. 

“Felt weird to see ourselves like that.” 

“Yeah,” Alex says, giving him a small smile. He doesn’t seem mad, truly. “Kinda insane to think about it, still, you know? Winning. Um, the money, of course. Our own place.” He looks down and shakes his head, smiling to himself. 

“We make a good team,” George allows himself to say. 

“We sure do.”

For a few seconds, they watch each other, the silence stretching like a taut bow. Then Alex clears his throat – George tries to steel himself for the blow, school his face into something neutral enough for the rejection. 

“Um. Zoe said,” and he clears his throat again, “she said that I should man up – her words, not mine – that I’ve wasted enough time already.”

“With, uh, with me?” George asks with a valiant attempt to ignore the lump in his throat. 

“Yes– no! Not with the shop, of course, just–” Alex scrubs a hand over his face. “Fuck, I’m getting this all wrong, just, let me–” and then he’s stepping in, cupping George’s nape with a hand as he slots their mouths together. George makes a noise that he’d deny on his deathbed – Alex seems into it anyways, he thinks – and presses closer, kisses him back. 

[vera-deville]

"Curiosity Killed the Cat"

02/03/2023 - 02/06/2023

Pairing: Hitoshi Shinsou x Reader

Word Count: 2,375

Warnings: ANGST; there's a lot of death here; character death; reader death; let me know if there's more.

Gender: AFAB

Alternate Universe: College AU

Notes: Okay, so lowkey, never thought that I'd ever write angst in my life because I don't even like reading it, but this just happened, okay-

So, basically, I came across a video in YouTube where it asked people, if they wrote a book where the first and last sentences would be the same, but they had completely different meanings, what would it be? Well, the people in the comments section went the ANGSTY route, and like GOD DAMN THEY WERE WILDLY SAD-

But weirdly enough, I felt compelled to write my own version. Except, instead of just writing the sentences, I wanted (and ended up making) an entire one-shot fanfic (so this isn't a request).

I had no idea what sentence I was going to make, or which character I was going to write for, or what fandom I'd write for, or really, anything. But that didn't stop me, because pretty soon enough, I'd decided to write for Shinsou from Boku no Hero Academia, and use an idiom I really like - "curiosity killed the cat."

Now, with the idiom, I ended up adding my own little spin on the way the rest of the idiom goes. It's supposed to go "Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back." Mine went a little differently (which you'll soon see).

In which the Reader has to through a horrible experience like no other.

"I've heard that curiosity killed the cat."

"But fate brought it back!"

It was the same every time. The same words. The same little boy. The same little rockets. The same little happiness.

So why did it have to be like this every time?

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Shinsou remembered the first time he met Y/N.

It was at the playground back in school. All the other kids had their own little groups to play in, and as usual, Shinsou wasn't a part of any of them. Standing oddly off to the side, his childish heart yearned for companionship.

But he knew better than to try and involve himself in one of those groups. The last time ended badly enough. So, with a mind set on not interacting and a heart dismal, Shinsou sat down next to the sandbox and drew shapes in the sand with his fingers. The other children avoided him like the plague (nothing new about that), but it was noticeable to the young purple-haired child that he was gradually becoming used to it.

Shinsou was in the middle of adding legs to his rocket sand art when he heard a rather shrill voice.

"Hey you!" Shinsou flinched.

Slowly turning to the voice, Shinsou readied himself for the rather harsh words children were capable of, though it almost felt like a chore to even bother.

"What are you drawing?" Asked the shrill voice. Shinsou frowned at the source of the voice – a girl around the same age as him (obviously, they were in the same class) wearing a frock and headband that suited her petite frame nicely. She looked put-together. Unlike him with his baggy clothing.

"A rocket." Muttered the young boy. With her hands on her hips, and her brows furrowed, the young girl marched up next to the boy and judged the rocket as an art critic would. Shinsou awkwardly shuffled his feet around the area of sand untouched as he awaited the conversation's continuation (which would without a doubt be terrible).

"That's not how you draw a rocket." The little girl said firmly. Shinsou was slightly pissed. Who the hell was this girl who up and out of nowhere charged over to him, asked to see his sand art, and then judge it the way she did? But before he could get another word in, the girl sat down next to him, careful to not get her dress dirty, and started drawing her own version of a rocket next to his. With some amount of fascination (but still mainly annoyance), the little boy watched the girl draw the strangest looking rocket he'd ever seen.

Before he could stop himself, he muttered, "That's a really weird rocket." Stunned, the girl looked at him, and then chuckled. Without any warning, she suddenly bolted into the classroom, with the teachers telling her to slow down or else she'd hurt herself (she did not listen). Shinsou stared in the direction the new girl left in, before eventually turning back to the (now) two rockets in the sandbox.

Shinsou looked at both the rockets back and forth. His looked like a rocket. But so did hers. Even though it was odd. His looked like the rockets he saw in that one cartoon his mother would put at home. Hers looked...well, he didn't know what it looked like. It looked like there was a tiny airplane attached to the rocket (which looked like a stick). Why was there an airplane on the rocket? And if that wasn't confusing enough, there were two more sticks next to the main stick (which Shinsou could tell was the rocket).

The little girl furiously flipped through the pages of a few different books, determined to find a picture of a rocket to teach the boy what an actual rocket looked like (definitely not the childish one he'd drawn). Fairly soon enough, she found what she was looking for, and rushed right back outside with an even greater speed than when she rushed off to find the picture.

Just as Shinsou was about to erase the rockets to start drawing something else, a familiar shrill voice screamed, "THIS IS WHAT A REAL ROCKET LOOKS LIKE!" Confused, and not to mention slightly embarrassed by the looks he received from the kids around him, he wondered if the girl had something called tact. Clearly not as she was running towards him like a buffalo with the most crazed look he'd ever seen on a person's face.

The little girl sat down once again next to Shinsou, ever careful to not dirty her frock, and pointed at a picture that looked much like what she had drawn earlier. Shinsou was fascinated by the girl's ramblings about rockets and wondered where on Earth she'd learnt about such things.

Before he could stop himself, Shinsou asked the girl, "Why are you talking and being nice to me?"

Confused, the girl looked at him and retaliated his question with a question of her own, "Why shouldn't I?"

Shinsou pondered her words. Why shouldn't she talk to him? Why shouldn't she be friends with him? Oh right. Because eventually she'd find him to be a freak just like everyone else. So, in an attempt to sound cool and broody, he said "I've heard that curiosity killed the cat."

"But fate brought it back!"

Shinsou thought to himself that this girl who randomly popped up (somewhat literally) out of nowhere was a little weird. No scratch that. She was very weird. Typically, kids took one look at him and decided that they wanted nothing to do with him. Not this kid though. She was definitely weird.

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Y/N panted and gasped.

Her chest felt like it was on fire.

Her mind felt foggy and light.

She was late once again. And right when she said that she wouldn't be late. Shinsou would no doubt lecture her about punctuality. Ugh, screw her mind (and her severe lack of ability to run while she's at it) for getting carried away in a matter of seconds because her muscles can't keep up-

Running across one more street and crossing a corner, Y/N was finally in the home stretch of her destination – the café she and her best friend had agreed to meet up at.

And there, right in front of her eyes was the familiar mop of mesmeric purple hair she'd grown to love over the years. The figure who sported the hair had already sat down at a table for two, no doubt having saved a seat for her. He had earplugs in his ears, probably listening to music. He looked peaceful. And completely unaware of the girl planning on jumping him.

"OH MY GOD-" screamed the purple-haired man. "Y/N!"

"Hey~" Teased Y/N as she finally let Shinsou out of her deadly grasp and ruffled his hair before sitting down opposite to him.

"For fuck's sake, can't you ever greet people like a sane person?"

"But where's the fun in that? Besides, I'd never give up on a chance to sneak up on you."

Playfully pouting, Shinsou stated, "You're 9 minutes and 40 seconds (and counting) late." Sheepishly grinning, Y/N was about to explain her excuse when Shinsou said, "Let me guess, you just thought of a blueprint and got carried away with designing it and forgot about when you were supposed to leave the house?"

Y/N blinked. Curse this man who'd stolen her heart and continued to know her like the back of his hand.

Shinsou chuckled at his best friend's silence, and switched the topic. "So, how's Aeronautical Engineering coming along for our future rocket scientist?" Y/N's face morphed into one of extreme joy and immediately began her ramblings about how her university days were progressing. While the woman rambled, Shinsou couldn't help but think to himself about how pretty she looked, and how she'd barely changed since he'd first met her. Still obsessed with rockets and seemingly never running out of things to say about them. He didn't understand some of the terms she used, but he could care less. His mind was too focused on the ethereal goddess in front of him.

Somewhere along her ramblings (and after ordering a couple drinks), Y/N noticed the blissful face on Shinsou's visage and suddenly felt a little consciously aware of how she'd been talking this entire time and she'd not even once asked him how his degree was coming along. Abruptly quitting her thought process for the moment, she questioned Shinsou about how his Bachelor of Fine Arts was coming along.

A little surprised over the sudden change of topic, Shinsou composed himself quickly so that Y/N wouldn't catch him all day-dreamy over her. He explained that so far, his music composition had been great, and music performance was fairly easy as usual, but music theory did require a little more effort from his side (not that he didn't put his all into his studies, but rather they came fairly easy to him).

He talked about how his best bud Denki Kaminari who studied Sound Technology was getting more popular with his YouTube channel. Y/N was happy to hear about it since she wished the best for Kaminari (though he was closer with Shinsou than her).

The two payed for their bill and walked side by side, with plans to head to the nearby mall, with Y/N still drinking her beverage. They exchanged whatever they wanted to exchange with each other (including shenanigans from their respective friend groups).

As the two neared the main street, they stopped and clicked on the call button and waited for the countdown to indicate that they can walk so that they could cross the road and get to the mall. Once it did, the two looked both ways before starting to cross the street.

And that was when a truck blaring its horn frantically crashed into the two of them.

The whole world was spinning and ringing incessantly, and Y/N couldn't tell what was what. But she remembered Shinsou so clearly and tried to move to see him, but she couldn't. She could hear screams and the frantic voiced of many people around her. What they were saying however, managed to evade her comprehension.

Slowly, her eyes shut and she could feel herself drifting away.

The feeling was nauseatingly intrusive.

Y/N tried to lightly open her eyes, and barely registered a room so unnecessarily bright and people in green (or was it blue) with masks on their faces crowding around her. But as quickly as she opened her eyes, they begged her to shut, and her mind slowly slipped away.

God, she knew what was coming. And she wasn't ready for it at all. She needed to see him one last time. 

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"I've heard that curiosity killed the cat."

"But fate brought it back!"

Y/N found herself back on that fateful day, in the same frock she wore, with the same hairband and everything. And with the same purple-haired boy in front of her. And the rockets drawn in the sand. They looked exactly as they did before.

What on Earth was happening? Was she dreaming? But this felt too real. Far too real to be a dream.

She noticed the little boy looking at her oddly, and she noticed that she wasn't saying anything and that her face had been scrunched up into a frown for who knows how long.

Immediately changing her facial expression, she decided to think about it later once she was home. Which she did. And for the life of her, she couldn't figure out what was happening. Her life was repeating. Almost the exact same way it did before (minus her own actions). It was rather horrifying. The last thing she knew, she'd been hit by a vehicle, and now she's a kid all over again.

For the first few weeks, Y/N tried to come to terms with her new situation whilst trying not to seem odd to anyone lest they realize that she isn't the same. Eventually, months later, Y/N had in fact completely come to terms with this reincarnation of hers. She still had no idea how or why this happened, but all she knew is that she had another chance at life, and more importantly, with Shinsou (who was alive and well).

And so the years went by, with Y/N obsessed with isekai manwhas (Shinsou never understanding the obsession, but found it cute and interesting that she was as obsessed with them as she was with her rockets) and her trying to keep Shinsou safe, away from harm.

However, it turned for naught as one day, she received a call from her mother who broke down and told her that Shinsou's mother had called earlier in absolute tears about how Shinsou had been on his way home on his bicycle, and had slipped and fallen into a canal and drowned. Apparently it had rained earlier and his bicycle had needed repairs, but before he could have the chance to have his bicycle fixed, he'd died.

Again.

And the strangest bit was when Y/N lied down on her bed after sobbing into her mother's arms, feeling her eyes begging to close and she could feel herself drifting away.

The feeling nauseatingly familiar. 

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"I've heard that curiosity killed the cat."

"But fate brought it back!"

Y/N felt like crying, but sucked it in the best she could and tried to seem as normal as she could to Shinsou.

This was the second time this was happening. The third time she'd live this life. And she'd already failed the first two times. Miserably so.

And just like that, multiple lifetimes went by, with certain revelations occurring, but the feeling of helplessness never going away. Y/N eventually determined after dying multiple times that her lifeline was somehow connected to Shinsou's and she'd die soon after he did. And what's worse, he would always die an early death. Meaning that she followed soon after. And then the cycle would repeat.

Again.

And again.

And again. 

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"I've heard that curiosity killed the cat."

"But fate brought it back!"

It was the same every time. The same words. The same little boy. The same little rockets. The same little happiness.

It never ended.

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[megabuild]

You shall talk about bdubs whether you like it or not (for the ask thingy) - Clovis xoxo

oh don't worry i like it so much.

1: i see him as a gay man! "but scott" you cry "what about cledubs". it still happens but in a very "what if a fag and a dyke could fuck ruthlessly" way. also he's cis but his gender is simultaneously sort of all over the place in typical gay fashion.

2: recently i've been drawing him as a bat hybrid so some stuff on that- he purrs instead of snoring, he has little wings on his back that never grew in properly, his leg+feet muscles are strong enough to support his weight upside down if he so desires! but usually he doesn't do this because sleeping upside down as a full sized guy is not so great for him.

3: on the appearance front still- he is littered with scars from his time in the jungle because late on he was caught in a ton of vines and the thorns left a permanent mark. this is part of the reason his moss hoodie has big floppy sleeves, because the scarring on his arms and hands are particularly bad and sensitive to touch, plus he was just a little self conscious about it for a while (but he's getting better).

4: for some reason i always saw him as... not actually being an "official" mindcrack member? like he IS but. i think i had a dream or something at some point where he was a builder that came on world to fix something up and he ended up just staying LMFAO. a lot of mc guys in my head were like this where they weren't formally invited (even though in real life etho and doc were i still see them as just stumbling in).

5: i don't have much backstory for him compared to some other characters i think he had a pretty normal life prior to the horrors. but i do think he grew up in a pretty remote place. also he grew up with horses because of course he did, he didn't live on a farm or anything but i think there was a ranch nearby and that helped foster his love for the beasts as an adult

6: re:ethubs (predictable) i'm a strong fighter for etho fell first but bdubs fell harder but also etho is an idiot and didn't have the experience or language to understand he was in love so maybe bdubs fell first too. however, he fucking HATED etho for a long time despite also clearly having a huge crush on him and not actually disliking him that much. he's like a tsundere to me, is the best way i can explain it. pause was his wingman on mindcrack for a while but this was a situation that literally nobody was happy about or wanted to happen.

7: i think he's a good baker. not excellent but i think he should get really into baking and making little treats. they probably look way better than they taste because decoration is his favourite part. also said this before but i think he'd get really into star signs for a while but he doesn't take it that seriously he just reads his horoscope every day and then if things go wrong he'll blame that.

8: i could go in depth here about something but this is a sfw blog so i'm just going to gesture vaguely at the one post that's like "i'm into bdsm be dozin so much" and leave it at that.

9: on sleeping- he is just a generally sleepy guy and always has been, but also i think he suffers from a touch of chronic fatigue. nothing that severely impedes him but like, when he goes to bed on time it's because he literally cannot stay up past his bedtime or he will Pass Away

10: when etho left in season 5 he left his headband behind. bdubs took the decorative metal clasp from the front and wove it onto a necklace, kinda like a dog tag. still wears it to this day under his shirt where nobody can see! when etho learned this for the first time he got very. Very emotional. but anyways .

11: (bonus ethubs one because i just remembered it) he HAS watched a lot of etho's lab but didn't before meeting him. he went back and watched some early stuff, but out of respect for etho after learning about his life he never finished it.

[unintentional-edgelord]

The second post promised regarding a ZXAU in which Grey/Ashe are on Albert's side and PnP are heroes working with the Hunters and Guardians! Namely their designs, which I put a fair bit of thought into (but again, pardon the messy colouring). The goal was to switch elements recognisable to both of them from canon into something new that still felt familiar and fitting to the world of ZX/A.

Ashe:

In Ashe's case, I wanted her to look villainous but still stylish, in a sense - so she's got the top that PnP would have when Megamerged, coupled with the bandolier belt from her original design. I thought double belts looked cool and somewhat more appropriate for a villain character, so she gets double bandolier belts with red highlights.

Regarding her colour scheme, it's orange and gold for two reasons: one, orange is sort of her primary colour in civilian form and it pays homage to her canon jacket collar, two, it resembles Serpent in his Model W form. Unfortunately I don't have a blue/black pencil dark enough to achieve the canon colour of the ZX/A bodysuits but hers should be that colour. I kept the red headband from her original design (come on, it's iconic!) but made her hair wilder and gave her a cybernetic eye (which spawned from a colouring accident but oh well), plus much more smudged double-winged eyeliner. I also adored the idea that she'd have a snazzy pair of boots. Additionally you could see in my last post that she's got a gap tooth, which is a staple for me whenever I draw her.

Prometheus:

You can see elements of both Ashe and Grey's canon designs here; Ashe in his Hunter jacket, Grey in his gauntlets. I figure Prometheus is a little bit vain no matter what universe he's in and basically saved up to get a purple sleeveless version of the Hunter jacket/top specifically made for him. This turns the red/purple in his OG design from something villainous to something heroic, almost regal even (which is reflected in the gold bits on his gauntlets). Still, the upturned collar does invoke his canon merged design, which as I've said with Ashe is a deliberately switched element.

Kept the shorts from his canon version but thought it'd be way cooler for him to also have a nice pair of boots, and left his grey bodysuit as a way for him to sort of stand out against the blue/black and immediately give away he's different in a sense from the other Hunters. I did also like the idea that he's still got wild hair to reflect his wild, hotheaded nature but again in the name of vanity takes the time out to braid it. That note on his eyebrows is also written specifically because my headcanon is that Prometheus in canon has some violently bushy eyebrows under his helmet, here he has more time to stop them from getting so bad. I also forgot to draw on his eyeliner here, but he definitely wears it in varying shades of black or red.

Hope you enjoy :)

[thebomb-thebird-andtheburntbitch]

Tayyy~ can i ask for more of a reader that draws? Perhaps the reader was painting something and it got messy, paint all over their face and hair, but they’re wayy to focused and kyojuro just sat there looking at them and just :) Maybe bonus scene where he helped them clean up after they’re done, took a damp rug and wipe their cheek from paint and.. “well, you should be more careful, an adorable face like yours should be kept neat and tidy -“ *cue blush as he realises what he said 🫣

a/n: anything for you E! this is technically an addition of this scenario here! it features kyojuro getting nosy and peeking into y/ns sketchbook teehee. however, you don't need to read it to understand/enjoy this!! <3

-x-x-x-

tbh, his swooning starts even before you start painting

he'd be behind you while you're sitting in your chair/stool with a canvas in front of you, lining out paints and brushes and cleaner with rags and sponges, etc.- anything you may want to use

and he's behind you bc he has put himself in charge of your hair while your setting up

whether he's pulling all your hair back into a ponytail/bun to keep it out of your face, or placing a headband over your head to keep your bangs out of your face if it's not long enough to pull back, or if you dont have much hair/shaved head, he'd be wrapping a bandana over your head to keep what sweat may accumulate in your concentration away from your face and eyes

plus, it gives him an excuse to be close to your and touch you while also being helpful so that makes him very :DD

kyojuro is a chatterbox, more than happy to share his thoughts and feelings and while you set up he tries to speak as frequently as he can to you bc he knows that once you start painting the less you'll speak since you get so focused

"what are you planning to paint, my dear?"

if you had no plan, he'd start throwing out ideas and if you had an idea of what to do he'd rub at the nape of your neck, or your shoulders if you dont like your neck messed with, to try and relax you before you start

he always asks!! if he can stay and watch!!!

he would hate to be seen as a distraction to your painting process, but when he asks he always hopes you allow him to stick around

sometimes he would try and be a lil sneaky with asking- like if you were setting up on the engawa so you could sit in the nice weather, kyojuro would run to get supplies to clean his sword

"would you mind if i sit here and take care of my blade? the weather is too wonderful to pass up!" you just inwardly roll your eyes in a very endearing manner bc he could've just asked if he wanted to watch you

its not like you'd say no

he was very much not sharpening or even cleaning his sword's blade- just constant hearteyes <3

anyways, during the process of painting!

you would usually go silent or only mutter under your breath bc you're concentrating very hard to achieve the outcomes you want

Kyojuro actually finds it very humorous if you start cursing under your breath bc something may not be turning out the way you want and it's the 'fifth damning time' you've redone that specific part

he'd watch as your hand comes to brush at your cheek to your nose due to an itch or maybe a piece of hair that had broken from your scalp or even just dust- or if your outside some annoying bug- and smear small dots of paint over your skin

he finds it very endearing that not only are you painting on your canvas, but on yourself. and you hardly seem to notice!

if he notices your water or paints going low, or getting too discolored with all the mixing paints he's quick to jump up and change it all out for fresh stuff

he does it without you having to ask, and he knows that you wouldn't mind doing it yourself, but he doesn't want you to break your concentration for something he could do!

and you wouldn't really notice until you start coming out of your 'zone' and see that your station isn't as messy as it should've been with all the water and whatnot

"how many times did you change out my water?"

"just a few!" it was definitely like 4 or 5 times, even more if you're painting for a very long time!

there are times when kyojuro does have to leave or has a few errands to run while you're in the midst of painting, but he always makes sure to gain your attention before leaving

he hates to break your concentration, but he doesn't wanna just disappear while you're focused

he'll always try not to spook you though so, he'll come up to your side and gently push his fingertips on your back before setting his palm fully against you and sliding it up and down your spine to get your attention

"I have a few errands to run, but I will be back shortly," he always speaks to you quieter in these times, knowing you're still semi-focused and his louder voice may jerk you out of your space

will always kiss the top of your head instead of your cheek, nose, lips, etc. so he wont cover your face or impede your vision/block your view of your work

he's also good at reminding you to take small breaks!

drink your water, stretch, get up and pace around a little bit, have a lil snacky-snack. he's making sure you're taking care of yourself during your work

aside from his small acts of aid, he really does just enjoy staring watching you work

the way your lips curl inwards or purse, how your nose scrunches when something doesn't look right or the colors dont come out the way you want so you have to mess around with it, the way your brow creases or even how they jumps when something works out way better than expected

when you finish, or finish the work for the day, you'd always call him over to look at what you've done

"kyojuro, come see!" and with that smile on your face, how could he say no?

he's always impressed with your work, not only because he himself isn't artistically inclined, but bc you truly do impress him with your talents

"it looks wonderful, my dear!" and he always asks how you did it, or where you started, or if it was inspired by something. he wanted to know about it all if it made you that happy

even on the days where you dont like anything you create, he reminds you that you make art bc of how you feel when everything works out right- the fulfillment and satisfaction you feel is always so worth it

even on the bad days

"do you want help cleaning up?" he would always ask before touching any of your stuff while you started cleaning up your little station, wherever you may have set it up at

"if you want to help, you may. you don't have to though, since it's my mess."

"nonsense! i'm more than happy to help!" and help he does. you're cleaning the table that had your paints on it free of any paint that landed on it with a wet rag and kyojuro is moving your easel so that no one runs into it or knocks it over

when all the paint is lifted off the table, kyojuro asks for your rag

"may i take that rag from you for a moment, darling?"

you just assume he sees more things you flung paint on so he wanted to clean it up, but instead when you hand over the rag he comes closer to your body

he gently grabs under your chin and lifts your head, holding it up so he can get a good look at your face while he starts cleaning off the spots and swipes of paint you had on your cheeks and nose

you even had some on your brows and temple close to your hairline

"my dear, you're not supposed to paint on yourself," he would tease "you should be more careful, an adorable face like yours should be kept neat and tidy."

maybe it was the unfiltered words

or maybe it was the fact that your face, that he held up to his, was suddenly painted in flustered emotions instead of paint that made him suddenly halt in his actions

he would clear his throat and quickly try finish up, not wanting to leave the cleaning half-finished (although he's a little more clumsy now)

but even he couldn't deny that the red creeping up his neck and along his cheeks wasn't paint- he was glad when you didn't ask him about it

kyojuro was someone who spoke from the heart, but sometimes his heart was too eager to speak and made his mouth say something ridiculous embarrassing/cheesy without consulting his brain first

(also uzui 10/10 gives him pick-up lines to use so sometimes they just sorta... slip out)

[soupbabe]

Hsiadviqbje2h2k- uh-If you're feeling up to writing,,, May I request a platonic star dust crusaders with a child stand user on dios side-? Maybe the kid is hesitant on actually harming them and more or less trying to convince them to leave-

You don't have to do this aiahskapow

An Odd Enemy (Platonic! Stardust Crusaders + Child! Reader)

Dio forced you to be sent off with Hol Horse to defeat the Crusaders.

Kakyoin isn't here because this is low-key replacing the Boingo and Hol Horse episodes oops-

Warning (?) : Hol Horse being a jackass and mistreating reader

You've been living in Dio's mansion for a while now. Your mother being a servant of the ancient vampire, you had to come with her by default. To make yourself as useful as a 10 year old can be, Dio questioned what can you do to make yourself worthy to stay here. It was then you revealed your stand to him, only taking form of a sketch pad and a pencil. You drew your best interpretation of Dio. With a stick figure body, long hair, and the heart headband, your stand was able to register what you wanted to create and there stood an eerily similar looking Dio standing in front of the real one. Dio was impressed that your stand could replicate his likeness from a simple stick figure, although if you look at his doppelganger's pupils, they were just messy scribbles like in the drawing.

Dio saw potential in you and a lot of your time was spent with one of his servants training you on how you could use and improve your stand's ability. Soon enough with your training, you were able to figure out that the more detailed the drawing was, the better chance your stand had to manifest the drawings physically rather than it becoming an illusion. With the loss after loss of Dio's stand users, he sent you off on the big task to kill Jotaro Kujo and his crusaders.

Though with you, he paired you up with a cowboy named Hol Horse. He had been getting on Dio's nerves lately and thought to get him back by using his hatred of children against him. Hol's task was easy: look after you and if you come back with any physical injuries and/or you both fail in killing any of the Crusaders, Dio would kill him off. It would be the third time Hol Horse would encounter the group. If he couldn't succeed the third time, he would be useless from here on out.

Hol Horse glares at you, grumbling about how he has to "babysit" you while you both walk out of the building. "Hey cowboy, what are you talking about?" You looked up at him. "Nothin' of your concern, let's jus' move on and get this over with." You both walked around Cairo (you were more so dragged, Hol Horse deciding to do so because of your "short chicken legs") until Hol abruptly stopped and shoved you into alleyway to get out of sight of a familiar tower of silver hair.

The man held a tough grip on your shoulder and he kneeled down to your height. "Alright, here's what's gonna happen. You get out there and do whatever the hell you gotta do to get the French idiot with the bad hair back here. I'll take care of the rest. Got it?" He hardened his grip until you nodded, tears gathering around your eyes. There's bound to be a bruise later on your shoulder.

He gave you a smirk and shoved you out of the alleyway, causing you to trip and fall. The Frenchman you were supposed to distract was walking and talking to another man clad in gold jewelry and a red robe. You didn't think much of it and ran towards them, yelling for them to get their attention. Avdol was the one to see you and stopped Polnareff "Is something the matter?" He looked down at you with a smile. "I-I..." You were at a lost for words as your stress caved in into you. What was Lord Dio thinking? These men could crush you under their palm if they wanted to and the thought of how disappointed he would be in you alone could make you cry; the mean cowboy only making you feel worse. "Spit it out kid, we're on a tight schedule here." Polnareff looked down at you too, his features softening greatly when he saw you crying.

The two giants kneeled down next to you "Wait, kid, are you okay? I didn't mean to come off that mean..!" Polnareff panicked and you shook your head. "I-I can't d-do it...I'm so sorry!!" You hiccupped. Avdol and Polnareff looked at each other with confusion before mentally agreeing with each other on something. Avdol gave you a light pat on your shoulder and gave you a comforting smile, "Breathe with me okay? 1, 2, 3 take a deep breath in...1,2,3 take a deep breath out. Do you feel any better?" You nodded, "Y-yeah, thank you." Avdol gave you a little headpat. "What's your name? I'm Jean-Pierre Polnareff and this is my friend Muhammad Avdol." You looked at the both of them "I'm Y/N L/N."

You explained to them that you were paired with a man named Hol Horse to lure them into a trap. Once his name slipped from your lips, Avdol and Polnareff's face grew more serious. Immediately, they asked where he was hiding and you gladly told them. When you were close to the alleyway, Jotaro, Joseph, and Iggy caught up with the other crusaders.

"Okay Y/N, do you mind to tell me what's going on? You said that you 'can't do it.' Is someone making you do something you don't want to do?" Avdol asked. You looked around for any sign of Hol Horse and looked back at the two. They didn't seemed to be mad at all or have some sort of cold exterior. It was different from the people you had to deal with at the mansion, for the first time in a long time you found comfort in somebody. Even if they were the supposed 'enemy.'

Polnareff whispered to Joseph about what's going on and asked for them to take Y/N away from the scene that was going to be fighting grounds. Joseph looked at you and nodded. Before Hol Horse can get close to you to drag you back, Joseph took your hand and walked off to a nearby cafe with Jotaro and Iggy, leaving Polnareff and Avdol with Hol Horse. They both smirked, more than ready to get some revenge on the cowboy.

On the walk to the cafe, you clung to Joseph's arm, shying away from the large teenager everytime he glanced back at you. You've heard a lot about Jotaro Kujo, he was the one that landed a lot of people you hung out with in the hospital. Although Dio claims that he isn't a big deal, you couldn't help but to have that underlying fear that he was going to hurt you.

Almost like sixth sense, Jotaro sighed. "Good grief kid, I'm not going to hurt you. You can stop looking at me like that." Joseph rolled his eyes "Be nice Jotaro! They've been through a lot today. Besides Y/N, you did a good thing today, you fessed up before anyone got hurt. I'm proud of you." The old man gave you a headpat while you all went to get seated. You smiled. Yeah, Dio has told you that he was proud of you when you were able to successfully hit targets during stand practice, but it never held anything behind it. It felt empty and cold compared to the warmth Joseph's voice had, spoken like a truly proud father.

You all sat around the cafe, talking to Joseph and Jotaro and bribing Iggy with food to get a couple of pets. You showed off your stand to them and told them how it works, using a glass of water as an example. Later on, Joseph asked you about Dio's whereabouts and you were able to give the best mock up of a map to them on a small notebook from Joseph's pocket. Your memory wasn't the best, but it made great progress in their journey. When Avdol and Polnareff returned, Polnareff puffed his chest out in pride, announcing that they were able to "burn that cocky cowboy to a crisp" and went to check up on you.

You all talked some more about yourselves and once they decided to leave, you didn't hesitate to run up to each crusader to give them a "Good luck" and a quick hug. Although Jotaro did push you away, it didn't stop Star Platinum from coming out to give you a hug himself, he even gave a little 'Ora' in goodbye when he was forced to retreat back to his user.

[gemgirl28]

A prompt:

An AU where Katara has severe prosopagnosia (face blindness)

It's incredibly frustrating because she can't recognize her own family members and has to use other little markers to help identify them.

And then one day, Katara enters the recently opened tea shop and the tea server's face is so wonderfully distinctive.

She can't help but stare...but not for the reasons Zuko might think.

Hello anon! Thanks for the prompt!

Not gonna lie, I've SUPER struggled with this because I, like my father, have a memory for faces. Names? No. Faces? Haunt me. So this might be a bit rough.

Katara didn't understand why she couldn't remember faces, but from the time she was a young child, she struggled to remember the face of anyone she met. She spilled enough frustrated tears to drown Ba Sing Se over the course of her short life.

Once they realized what was wrong, Hakoda and Kya did everything they could to work with Katara. It's why her father started keeping his braids in the same place, on the sides of his face. It helped that Kya already wore the same necklace everyday. Hakoda made Sokka a whalebone necklace, so she could recognize him, too.

When they met Aang, it was easy to remember his tattoos. Toph was identifiable by the headband she wore that didn't keep her bangs from falling in her face. That, and the distinct layer of dirt she kept over her skin.

So when Katara walked into a new tea shop in the Upper Ring, she never expected to recognize someone.

But the second she laid eyes on him, she was overwhelmed with the feeling that she knew who he was.

She just couldn't remember how they knew each other.

The tea server looked nervous as he approached her table. His eyes kept darting between her and Momo, his hands wringing on the notepad.

Katara studied his face, willing any memory to remind her who he was. His gold eyes, still shifting about, looked warm. His skin was pale and his complexion clear, except for the angry scar over his eye. Katara felt herself frowning. Whoever he was, he'd been through a lot of pain.

"Good afternoon," said, drawing her from her study of him. "Welcome to the Jasmine Dragon. What can I get for you today?"

Katara tilted her head, trying in vain once more to recall who he was. "I'm sorry, but I can't help but feel like we know each other," she said.

He blinked, stunned by her statement. "You... you don't recognize me?"

Katara shook her head. "I'm sorry, it's a- a curse I have, I can't remember faces. Yours feels so familiar, but I can't place it."

He stood very still, as if frozen from the inside out, an awkward tension growing between them. Finally he said, "We did know each other."

"Did?"

He nodded. "Back when I was- when I was chasing after something I shouldn't have been. But I'm different now. I've changed. I'm trying to be better for my uncle."

Katara smiled warmly. "What's your name?"

"Lee."

"Well, Lee, I think I'd like a cup of jasmine tea." He nodded, jotting down her order. "And- and if it's ok, I'd like to try and get to know who you are now."

His eyes widened, a small blush dusting his unmarred cheek. After a moment he cleared his throat, ducking his head but she thought she saw a smile forming on his lips.

"I'd like that," he whispered. Meeting her gaze, his eyes were burning. "I'll get your order right in."

Katara grinned at him. "Thank you, Lee."

[juliafernandez]

Thanks to @psychoberry10 for being so sweet and showing interest in this WIP I was very unsure of. Here's a snippet I thought I'd share.

Yuriy scans the creased piece of paper in his hand. Eyes narrowly squinting over the encoded message in illegible letters. At that moment, an acute click-clacking sound hit his ears. It was coming through the hallway. He strained his ears in concentration, thrusting himself into an in-depth analysis of the sound. It kept growing sharper, eventually causing him to build a mental picture of a female wearing stilettos. He warily slipped the paper into his suit jacket and soon enough, felt a shadow crept up behind him. He whirled around in utmost irritation, half drawing his twin revolver from his hip pocket but his arms stopped midway as he became conscious of the sharp narrow-pointed weapon that was levelled at his neck. His gaze instantly shifted to the person who held it. She was a young woman, not very far from her late teen years. Her teal sapphires, in a sharp contrast to her pale complexion, glimmered in the dark. Something of perpetual violence persisted in those energizing eyes. She donned a form-fitting white dress with red straps accentuating her curves. The front of her dress was mid thigh while the back of it reached below her knees. Dark blue fingerless gloves and thigh-high boots were a part of that attire. Her gold headband was fashioned into the form of hares on either side with two spiked antlers attached to them. It secured her silky smooth hair reaching just below her ears which was an attractive shade between lilac and lavender. Uneven air bangs emerged from under her headband that covered her forehead ending just between her top lashes and eyebrows. Locks of hair fell over her cheeks from both sides, moving much as softly in the wind, back and forth, revealing and hiding the blaze in her eyes. Her earlobes were adorned with a pair of studded gold earrings in the shape of spiky wings. "May I have the honor of taking your life, Agent волк?” she asked grinning, breaking the silence in a sickening sweet voice with a pleasant touch of German accent. As it gradually dawned upon him- a jerk shoot through his nerves. His features still composed but jaw clenched hard enough for the muscles to tick- she was the German assassin prowling in Moscow and she knew the codename he acted under. As he attempted to whip out his gun, she took a step towards him, faster than he could comprehend, lifting his chin with the tip of her arrow. "Don't. Bother. Trying." she whispered sternly, looking at him with a piercing gaze. Impassivity made it difficult to determine his state of mind. He was still and peaceful, as it all seemed. But she wasn’t fooled. His eyes were frantic, fists tightly clenched around the revolver- he was evidently distressed and she took whole hell of a lot pleasure at his discomfort. "Drop the blade" he said in a stolid tone, refusing to back up, ''I don't have anything against you." "Why don't you drop the attitude first, Yuri?" she suggested, tilting her head in the slightest. His fake aliases had somehow narrowed the field of her inquiry immensely, even as far as to guess his real name. He observed the smirk that played across her lips. That smirk of her brought out a sense of mischief, radiating her face with pure malevolent glee. Somehow, it made her look tantalizingly gorgeous. She'd definitely be the top smirker if there was a world leader board. His train of thoughts was abruptly disrupted by a startling realization that made his body freeze-eyebrows lift in surprise. If she had been expecting to confound him, she had certainly succeeded. All traces of his actual identity was erased before he joined the Moscow Intelligence Bureau. In a way completely unknown to him, she'd figured out his real name. This was undoubtedly one of the biggest blows to befall his career as a spy.

[farfromhome97]

Living Life In The Night

Chapter One: Following One last look in the mirror, just a red hoodie with black details, shorts that were probably too short. Thinking back to what the doctor said, you're going to have to start being more careful Miss L/N, referring to the deep cut on your left leg from ankle to your knee. Having to wear not only a bandage but thigh high black compression socks to keep blood flow regular, then light pink slide Ons the doctor gave you. "I look fucking ridiculous." You murmured to yourself, thanking yourself to put a thick red headband keep the wind from bothering your hair putting it into a donut bun slicking it back with light hairspray, then pulling your ears underneath it, blocking the future cold, and also some of the loudness that came with New York. It was a lot different from Kentucky, missing home often and the quietness that came with it, well at least compared to here. Finally throwing your backpack over your shoulders and grabbing your thick black fluffy blanket that kept you warm in the cars that drove you and smelled like vanilla cookies, you were ready to get your errands for the day over with. Grabbing the crutch by the door you put it underneath your right side to finally support yourself on one leg to relieve some of the pressure, finally walking out of the safety of your apartment to the concrete jungle below.

Gavin, your most trusted and loyal security guard, was already standing outside of your apartment door. "It's cold, Gav," you mumbled at him starting to limp past him. Instead of saying anything he just gave a short laugh and followed behind you. It wasn't long into the walk to the outside of the apartment building reserved for the people in the company and their families that Gavin strode up next to you and whispered into your ear, "Your Uncle got a new security detail for you," he stated. "First, why the fuck are you whispering, and two what do you mean?" You turned to where you heard his voice, looking up to him until your searching E/C eyes found his brown ones, knowing you had to stare to focus he stopped walking and let you stare at him. "I don't need more protection what I do need is for my Uncle to stop being a pompous ass, I didn't ask to be here so why would I want to draw attention my self with a bunch of big men in suits," You scoffed, your eyes focusing long enough to see the shocked look on his face. Walking again you heard him falter for a moment before following you again. "Are you really that upset? It'll just be one with you all the time, just two more guys that are more than willing to do this work for your Uncle." Stopping one final time before exiting through the lobby doors, you spun around to him, "Two MORE people GAVIN?!" You screamed at him, the blanket almost falling off of you as you shook, nearly dropping your crutch as well. "You're loosing your eyesight F/N, you're getting more and more clumsy by the day and your Uncle is all you have left of your past that wants to keep you from harm, let him help you, F/N." You sighed, gathering the blanket up and handing it to Gavin, walking out the door to where the black Lexus he drove you both around in was parked a little ways from the entrance, two huge ass men stood in front of the building near the edge of the sidewalk, seeing you and Gavin, stood up straighter.

A/N: Reader is a brat for a good reason I promise. My very first anything to do with writing, I hope you enjoy. This will be very very long. Next post coming very soon.

[kreidewaltz]

more than enough | k.t.

pairing. kageyama tobio x f!reader

about. he's beating himself up because he didn't have the time to prepare. but his worries disappeared when you offered him a smile and said it's alright.

word count. 1.4k

genre & warnings. fluff. slight comfort. established relationship. timeskip. soft kageyama.

author's note. this is for @marviesss! happy birthday again bub ( ꈍᴗꈍ) ik we don’t always talk but i love it when we do :( sorry for the three day delay sobs i wanted it to make it perfect </3 also thanks to eva for beta-ing this kisses you !! pats myself on the back for posting another fic <3 

"god, finally." kageyama sighs after as he cocks his head to the side. he opens his suffocating collar button. he fixes his dark blue long sleeve and rolls the sleeves while he admires his work on the dining table. he leans back on the counter and anxiously rub shapes on his legs, checking if the presentation is up to his standards. (you argue he sets himself up for failure and it was definitely a wrong move).

guilt forms in his chest, failing to cook your favorite food. before he could explode with frustration and throw things around the kitchen, which he knew you wouldn't appreciate, he called and ordered your favorite food. snapping out of his thoughts, he notices the baby pink envelope on the table so he slips it under your plate.

the heat he feels on his cheeks makes him curse under his breath. you messaged him twenty minutes ago that you're off work and can't wait to celebrate with him, your king as you quote so many damn times that the nickname is growing on him, for a different reason.

how are you so understanding? he thinks earlier when you just woke up, he brought you into his embrace and whispered happy birthday, love. both of you had indulged in the early mornings full of sweet murmurs in your ear, his hands gently running across your waist and giving you kisses on the forehead.

deep inside him, he wanted to skip practice, take the day off and face the consequences later. he wants to spend your birthday together and make it so memorable but reality said otherwise.

we're adults. kageyama sighs in distress after realizing that the teenage years, where you can have fun with your friends and be carefree, are over. he didn't realize he was drowning in his own thoughts, the loud knocks on his door making him tense, almost hitting his head on the top cabinet.

"tobio! the door is locked!" your sweet voice shouts from the other side and he hastily unlocks the door. he pulls you in his arms when he sees the lopsided smile on your face and whispers another happy birthday while burying his nose in your hair. he grabs your bag and puts it away, fidgeting with his fingers when you see the simple presentation. too simple, he comments in his head but he stops before his negative thoughts go for a drive.

"ah, happy birthday again- sorry i didn't prepare much, i hope you understand-" he rambles quickly while playing with his fingers behind his back. he fails to notice the genuine smile growing on your face. and if he were to cup your cheeks, he'd see the tears forming in your eyes, and you wipe them quickly before they fall. you walked in front of him before hugging him, locking your fingers and tightening your arms, feeling warm and lighthearted.

"babe, calm down. the fact you tried and did this… thank you." you say against his chest and you hope he hears you clearly. he runs his hand on your lower back while the other plays with your hair, partially relieved that you didn't demand for an extravagant celebration. he heard the sniffle you didn't mean to let out, and a chuckle leaves his lips. he didn't comment further and continued to draw shapes on your back, which melted you like a puddle.

"i ordered your favorite." he whispers after a few minutes of silence, you loudly peck both of his cheeks and giggle once you hear him murmuring idiot under his breath. you made yourself comfortable on the chair and started eating the food. you let out soft moans often because you haven't tasted this for a few months now, living off instant noodles even though the refrigerator is packed with all sorts of food.

"you're so sweet, writing me a letter." his eyes widened and he scrambled in his seat before standing up abruptly. he knocked his leg on the table leg in the process and you sent him a sympathetic look, but you waved the letter he wrote while squealing, your happiness leveling up if it was even possible.

"open it when i'm not around." he looks to the side and scratches the back of his neck. you nod too quickly before putting it on your bag, excited to spend time with your boyfriend. 

-

"kags! tap it gently on your face." you scolded him while he still looks at you, brows furrowed cutely. after washing the pans and utensils stacked up in the sink for an hour (he got distracted by your dancing to your favorite song).

you're in the bathroom in your comfortable pajamas and you actually convinced your boyfriend to do your skincare routine together. although he has a different one with only a few steps, he'd like to try your products or spend time with you and always be near you but he can't say it out loud for now.

"alright." he leans to see his face in the mirror and attempts to copy you, tapping the cream on his face. after rubbing your face for a few minutes, you watch him in the reflection and see his lips slightly puckered while he taps his face. warmth blooms in your chest while watching him, your mind envisioning doing simple things together and making it memorable.

you squish his cheeks tightly to get his attention before you even out the cream on his face, and don't notice him smiling to himself because of your concentrated face—a pout on your soft lips, the deep furrow of your brows, and the occasional tsk when you do something wrong.

"all done baby!" you quickly clap your hands together in front of him, and both of you chuckle loud hearing the wet sound. he clings to your side and wraps his arms around you, nuzzling his head to your neck, the fluffy headband and his hair making you squirm in his embrace. you swipe your balm quickly before running your fingers through your hair, checking if there are knots before patting kageyama's head.

"babe… the bed." you whisper and tug his wrist and he groggily walks to the bed, the exhaustion after his practice settling on his body you noticed. you plop onto the bed and immediately grab the sheets, hovering it over your body, about to roll over to cuddle your boyfriend. yet he turns you around, covers you with the blanket and rests his hand on your stomach, tangles his leg over yours, clearly not wanting you to go anywhere. 

"happy birthday… i don’t know where to start,“ he mutters softly as if he’s talking to the air, afraid to break the intimacy and warmth of this moment. you don’t say anything and bury your head on the pillow, your heart pounding loudly in your chest because of your boyfriend’s touch and his low and groggy voice in your ear.

even after being together for a while, some things remained the same.

kageyama is devoted to drinking a glass of milk every night, even if he’s exasperated after his practice. his cheeks always turn red whenever you drop him a casual compliment while you’re talking. the way you always peck his lips many times before both of you go out, and a wide grin comes to your face and you touch your lips, as if you haven’t kissed him before. 

“i know we started off bad, we had this love-hate relationship in high school... but when we became third years, things changed. my feelings changed,” he stops for a moment, while you suddenly turn around and hide in his chest. his body is frozen when you move, but he cuddles you nonetheless.

“‘m really glad you also had a change of heart and decided to love me. even after seeing my other sides that i don’t like, you continued to love me.” he ends his little speech with a kiss on the top of your head and he moves you closer. he hears your sniffles and the way you fist his shirt tight.

he hears you say, “thank you… i love you so much.” and a smile appears on his face, content with your response and everything that happened. 

kageyama narrowed his eyes to check the time and he realized one thing. the clock hits midnight which ends your birthday.

but, he thinks to himself, he wouldn’t stop showing how grateful he is for you, and he’ll keep loving you until the end of time. 

[gr0vndz3ro]

Object of Desire

Demon!Bakugou x Reader (NSFW)

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Dub-con, public, barely plot??, swearing, dirty talk, degradation, choking, mentions/use of alcohol, semi public?, oral, unprotected sex

Word count: 2,459

A/N: im soRRY but ya girl is  i n s p i r e d. I started writing this at 5 am and im convinced that is when I get my best writing done, and that's on a fucked up sleep schedule. If you want the same effect I had when I wrote this listen to Leviathan by G-Easy. Art is not mine, if you know the artist let me know pls. 

It was late and you were way to drunk to be walking the streets by yourself. Your friends had begged you to come out with them to go partying, you knew you would come to regret it in the morning. You and your friends slammed drinks after drinks without a care in the world, it was Halloween night after all, what else were a bunch of single ladies suppose to do. So this is how you were now carrying a pair of heels by your side, in a dress that was just a little to short, and a headband with fuzzy black ears now digging into your head because you can’t go out without a costume according to your friends. 

Your feet patter against the rough concrete, the only thing protecting you from the ground is the pantyhose you threw on earlier in some attempt to be modest. The street lights in your neighbor hood shine a dim yellow light across the street, the only other light coming from decorations from houses you pass. No body was out on the street except for the other occasional drunks, seeing as it was some ungodly hour in the morning. 

You would have called a cab if you had any clue what had happened to your phone, you faintly remember your friend taking at the beginning of the night so you couldn’t ditch them. Smart, because you NEVER did stuff like this. You’re considered the “mom” friend of your group. At this point you just wanted to plop down in your bed and forget about tonight.

Suddenly you’re taken out of your thoughts by the sound of foot steps behind you. You end up ignoring it, assuming it’s just another person trying to get home after a long night of partying, like yourself. You keep your pace and decide to take a short cut wanting to get out of your ridiculous “costume”, dipping into an alley you were very familiar with, never realizing how poorly lit it was, seeing as you were never out this late. 

Red eyes, unknown to you, watch your every move. A smirk growing on his face as he enters the alley.

Walking down the road, you suddenly start feeling like you’re being watched so you quickly turn around to calm your nerve. Not seeing anyone behind you, you continue on your walk. You make the turn around the corner and confusion takes over as you face to face with a wall. Did I take a wrong turn? I could have sworn this was the right street.. You shrug your shoulders turning around to exit the dead end when you feel your heart stop. The only light in the alley was the moons glow, but that was all you needed to see those vermilion eyes staring into you. You go to let out a scream but are stopped as a hand covers your mouth.

“Hey, hey, we wouldn’t anyone to hear you and think something is wrong...” The man infront of you pauses, breaking your eye contact to let his eyes roam over you. A smirk takes over his face and you can see sharp canines peek out from his lip. He tilts his head to the side and reaches to your head fixing your ears “...now would we kitten”.

Your eyes dart behind him to see if there was any way someone could see what was happening and come help, but you knew deep down, no one was going to make the same mistake you did and walk into an empty dead end. The man infront takes a step toward you slowly closing the gap.

“So what’s a pretty girl like you doing out here all alone huh? Don’t you know there are bad men out walking the street at this hour.” He voice sending chills down your spine as you do everything in you power to keep your eyes off of him. Looking all around you for something, anything to get you out of that alley. You let out a gasp as you feel a hand make its way into your hair, “I asked you a question, you going to answer me?” His eye brow quirked as he waits. 

“I was heading home from a party my friends invited me to, we all ended up getting really drunk. I was going to call a cab but I think one of my friends took my phone and she went home with some guy, even though she told me the reason she was taking me out was to get laid.” The truth spilling from you mouth without missing a bet. You hadn’t meant to say a that to the stranger but between the alcohol and his enchanting gaze, you couldn’t stop yourself. Your mouth drops open as you slam a hand to your lips, mortified at what you had just said. “I didn’t mean to say that.”

“You meant it though. Here I thought you were a good girl but all you want is some dick, such a dirty little slut.” His head dipping into your neck, licking a wet strip from your collarbone to just under you ear, stopping to nibble on your ear lobe. “I can make you feel so good you just got to say the word and I’ll make it happen.”

Your breath caught in your throat at the mans lewd words. All you could think of was to push him off of you but the growing heat in-between your legs prevented you. You felt as his hands traveled you body lightly, sending all types of chills down your spine and into your core. Quickly, you grab his wrists when they dip under your dress to your outer thighs.

“Oh what do have here, are you going to stop me princess. Go ahead tell me to stop, I dare you to try.” You open your mouth but no words come out. You were frozen between the wall and his gaze. You couldn’t find the words to make him stop. But honestly you didn’t want to. The burning trails his fingertips left as they dug into the sensitive skin on your legs was enough to make shiver in anticipation. “That’s what I had thought, now your going to be a good little girl for me now aren’t you? Going to do everything I tell you too”. 

“But I-I don’t even know your name” you let out as a feeble attempt to get him to stop.

“It’s Katsuki and you can bet it’ll be the only name you remember when I done with you.”

He shakes his hands from your grasp and moves them to inner thigh, nudging your legs apart. Your leg open without you even thinking and a warm jolt gets sent to your core as you feel him rip open your pantyhose. He moves his head from his assault on your neck down your torso until he is met with your lacey underwear now on view. A blush crosses you face as you watch him lick his lips when he sees how wet you are from how little he has done to you.

“You’re soaked and I haven’t even touched you yet. You really are just a dirty little slut aren’t you.” Now on his knees he brings your legs further apart as he brings his face to your heated core. Locking his eyes with yours, he runs a long strip with his tongue against your clothed core. A wine escapes your lips at the action causing your already damp underwear to now be soaked. His teeth catch hold at the top and rips the garment off of you, you gasp as the cold air hits your newly exposed area. His warm breath fans across you as he sticks out his tongue again. You soon realized the situation you were in and how dirty it made you feel.

“I..I never do stuff like this” trying desperately to clear your image. You look down at the blond between your legs and notice two horns that stick out of each side of his head. Your eyes travel down his body taking in his large build and to the large black and red wings that come out form his back. “W-wait are you supposed to be the devil or something?” His eyes light up underneath you and he smirks

“Oh you have no idea” A load moan rips from your mouth as he plunges his tongue past your lips deep into you. You squirm as you feel it travel up inside of you, what the fuck no normal tongue can do this, but you are taken out of your thoughts as it brushes against your soft spongey wall. Just as quickly as the overwhelming sensation had came it left, his tongue retreating out of you as you let out a whine at lose of contact. “Quiet now, you don't want anyone to hear how desperate you are now do you?”

You nodded your head and bit down on your lip as the familiar feeling sends warm surges to your core. His tongue was going to be the death of you. The things you’d sign away to feel like this forever. The way it moved inside of you like no other, pressing against all the right spots perfectly. With how hard you were biting down on your lip you were sure you would draw blood but it was to good for you to handle. If this is just his tongue imagine if...the dirty thought causes you to clench around him. His moan vibrates against your clit at the feeling making you roll back your eyes at the sensation. The warm knot growing bigger as you felt yourself coming closer by this stranger.

“I-I’m so close” You barely manage to get out, not able to think due to the pure pleasure seeping through you. He lets out a groan against you, giving you permission to come undone. And that final vibration was all you needed to release that building pressure in your core. You bit down most of your moan but a small whimper still manages to make its way out. You feel his tongue leave and lick up every drop that may have escaped.

“You taste so good angel, wouldn’t want any of this to go to waste.” He moves to your thigh leaving light kisses that soon turn into harsh attacks, his sharp teeth grazing your skin. Finally he manages to peel himself away and moves back up to your face, just inches away you can see his once bright red eyes darken with lust. “Now I am going to fuck you so hard you wont be able to walk the rest of the way home.” His hand finds its way around you neck lightly giving it a squeeze “But I bet a little slut like you would love that huh?”

You feel your airway constricting, not only from his hand but the words that he said, a throb surging through your already sensitive core. You hear him shuffle and then move his hand from your neck to the back of your thighs, giving them a squeeze making you jump. He lifts you up with that momentum and you instinctively wrap your legs around his hips. A whimper leaves your lips as you feel his head slide against your folds, coating in your slick.

Suddenly he drops you onto him, as he plunges fully into you. You throw your head onto his shoulder, biting at the fabric of his shirt as he stretches you out. You weren’t expecting him to be that big, but he filled you up perfectly. You can feel his smirk against your skin as he lets you adjust to his size. The cold feeling of rough brick against your back as you try to get used to it.

“Pleease… move” you let out, barely louder than a whisper.

“Oh with pleasure” He moves out of you completely, with just his tip at your entrance before slamming back into you. A groan escapes his lips at how tight your walls hug him. “For such a slutty girl you’re so fucking tight kitten” 

His movements speed up sending you into a state of euphoria. His dick hitting your g-spot with every rut. He dips his head into your neck, searching for your sensitive spot. As a moan rips from you mouth he knew he had found it, and starts his attacking, earning all kind of noises from you. 

His speed was starting to pick up even faster and you don’t know how much longer you’ll be able to with stand this. His dick moving in and out of you at an inhuman speed. Sensitive to every move he made, you could feel the way his thick veins rubbed against your walls causing your toes to curl as you felt a burning sensation start to build back up.

“I-I don’t think I c-can last much longer” was all you can say as he slams into you.

“Let everyone know who is making you feel this good, let them know who you belong to now.” He growls against your neck, teeth drawing blood due to his bit.

“You! God, you Katsuki. I’m all yours!” You scream out, pleasure starting to completely take over you, note even caring about your volume. A devilish smirk takes over his face.

“Then cum for me.” His says as he slams deep into you. His words making you come undone for the second time that night. This was so much more intense then the first one, your legs squeezing around him hard as you loose all control. His pace starts to falter as he watches you come apart in front of him causing him to reach his own high. He twitches within you, hot ropes filling you up as he moans at his release.

Your breathing rough as you try to regain your senses. He hold you in place against him and the wall as you catch you breath, as he does the same. Eventually he pulls out of you and lowers you to the ground, your knees wanting to instantly give out but they don’t. You eyes meet his as you realize what has just happened. 

“Am I ever going to see you again?” You feel dumb even asking the question, until you hear him chuckle infront front of you.

“You’ll be seeing lots of me” His gaze drops down and you follow it to your wrist. Gasping as you seeing a binding mark on your wrist with a red glow to it. You quickly look and lock eyes with him, the same red glow meeting you. He lowers his head back to your ear once again as his next words send chills down your spine.

“You’re mine now.”

[mosshead-lover]

The Snowflake & The Kitten

Shoto x Reader

Summary: It’s your first Christmas with the Icyhot. You know he shows little or no enthusiasm in the holidays. How will it end up after you go against your instincts and decide spend the Eve with him.

A/n: Hey y’all! Hope you had a fabulous Christmas. I wanted to post this in time for Christmas, but my lazy ass was well..busy procrastinating. Any ho, I'm a Lil late, but hope you like the Present :D

It was late evening, and you were strolling through the streets, slower than usual, observing the decorations on the buildings and homes. Christmas sure brightened up your otherwise mundane city. You go back to wondering the same thing that's been in your mind for so long, whether you should get him something and if yes, what should you? It's been almost ten months since you and Shoto started going out. If you had to point out one thing that you not necessarily liked about him(not until recently), it would be how minimal Shoto's reactions or expressions were, almost all the time. It just made it really difficult to gauge his likeness or dislike-ness towards something. It was hardly a problem or something that bothered you until you had to pick a gift for him.

*Buzz Buzz*

You have a new text message.

Jirou: Yo! Coming?

Y/n: Will be there in 5 min.

Jirou always played her gigs to you before she actually performed. This had become a ritual more of. You started walking faster, paying lesser attention to the decorations along the way.

Jirou rocked it, as usual.

"Are you sure you don't want to join?"

You Jirou and few other girls in the class who couldn't go home for the holidays had planned a night out. Jirou still couldn't digest that you were missing it. Her reaction was only normal considering the enthusiasm your boyfriend had towards holidays.

'I want to spend the holidays productively,'

is what he had told the last time holidays came up in one of your conversations.

"Yes." You replied with a hint of uncertainty.

"At least buy a tree and some decorations on the way. Pretty sure he wouldn't have put one up." Jirou sighed.

"You don't know that!" You defended, regretting it a second later.

Jirou shrugged.

Your head was filled with ambiguity. You knew Jirou wasn't the kind who joked around or even talked much. You knew there was weight to whatever she said. You draw the cell phone and type a quick message.

y/n: Hey, I am on the way and stopped by to get a tree. What size do you prefer?

*Buzz Buzz*

Doki: What tree?

You despised Jirou for a second for being so accurate. Was not bothering Shoto with the pressure of celebrating the best gift you could give? You wondered if it was too late to join the other girls.

Doki: Oh, I see. Whatever works for you.

You picked a tree small enough for you to carry and some decorations along with candy canes. You had forgotten about the Christmas present for him until you came across the headband section with cute cat ears. You bought a white one and read one. At the billing counter, you struggled, You still had time to put it all back. Maybe just have dinner and watch a movie like any other weekend and not bother your not-so-festive boyfriend. But, you made up your mind. There was no turning back now.

--

"Hi, y/n."

Shoto helped you with the shopping bags and the tree. You reluctantly unzipped your bag and took a white sweater out. It matched the one you were wearing. The couple-Christmas-sweaters that you drunk ordered three months ago. Before you could say anything, He checks the time and,

"Hey, the webinar that I was supposed to attend this afternoon? They postponed it to seven. It will take an hour, Hardly, okay? I'm sorry, but I hope you understand."

He rushed through his sentences.

"Oh! This is for me? Thank you"

He grabbed the sweater from your hands, pecked your cheek, and hurried to his room.

You crashed into the couch. He didn't even notice that you were wearing the same sweater. You sulked and buried your face in the couch pillow and let out an inaudible scream. You took a deep breath and reminded yourself why you wanted to do this in the first place. It was your first Christmas together. You had to make it memorable for both of you. Moreover, Shoto never got together with his family to celebrate anything. You couldn't blame him for not getting excited about the festival.

You decided to look at the brighter side of it. You had an hour to make the house Christmas friendly. You went and bought some more lights and bells, set up a tree, put the lights around. You had to go to his room a few times to get the stapler, tape etc., He didn't mind. You had time to modify the cat ears as well. You removed one of the ears and carefully sewed the other color ear to match his hair color. You took one last look at the setup. It wasn't much, but it was a pleasant sight. It was almost ten. He wasn't done yet. You were too hungry to cook, you'd end up eating, and eating without him was the last thing you wanted to do. You decided to stay away from the kitchen. You fired up the TV and started surfing through the channels. Another hour passed. You gave up and went to the kitchen to fix yourself a cup of coffee. You were too sleepy and didn't want to doze off.

Finally, after what seemed like forever, you heard his door open. You set your coffee aside and sat up. He was wearing the sweater. He wore an apologetic face that transformed into a delight when he saw the tree.

"There is .. on your.."

Before you could process what he was implying, he bent down and cleared the foam mustache above your lips with a kiss.

"Coffee? at this hour?"

Shoto spoke up softly as he settled down next to you.

"I had to stay up, so..

”Did you eat?” He sounded tired too.

"No..I.."

He widened his eyes as a mother would, reacting to her kids skipping meals.

'Wait a minute, I am the one who should be mad!' You shouted on the inside.

"That was one heck of a long webinar." You comment, trying to suppress everything that you were feeling.

"I know." He acknowledges and takes you by your arm to make you sit on his lap. You put your legs on either side and sit on him, facing him.

"The fact that you were here, waiting, made it even more difficult for me." he continued as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

The sincerity in his voice was something you could never bypass and stay mad at him even if you wanted to.

"I am sorry."

"You are forgiven," you murmur and begin arranging his bangs. His face was ever charming against the constantly changing TV lights.

You both stayed there for a while, making out. You might have, longer if it wasn't for your grumbling stomach.

"You think that Soba place will still be open?"

You both go out and eat stomach full. Shoto offered to hold your hand on the way back. You were surprised as he never did that before. He always stayed away from PDA.

"It's too cold. I'm just keeping you warm." He justified.

"Besides, this way, there is a higher chance of people noticing that we are twinning."

You felt warmer as his heterochromatic eyes met yours. Your eyes dilated further at the sight of his tender smile. It was almost midnight when you reached home.

"Hey, It's almost Christmas." You squeak. You weren't worried about him being non-festive anymore. He reacts with an equally encouraging smile. As the clock struck twelve, you swing your arms around him and raise your toes, he helps by lifting you a bit, you kiss and wish him a merry Christmas.

"Merry Christmas to you too, y/n" He kisses you back and puts you down, gently.

"Hold on." He said and rushes into his room. He came back with two tiny boxes and placed them under the tree.

"Too Late?" You nod and join him to near the tree.

"Open!" his excitement was palpable. You carefully unwrapped the first box and saw a tiny glass slab covered in transparent resin shaped like a cuboid that was decorated to look like a charm.

On further inspection, you realized what was inside was a slide. You bought it closer to your eyes and tried to make out what was inside.

Shoto handed you a magnifying glass.

"Doki, Is this a ...?"

"Yes." He sounded proud.

"A real ...?"

"Yes."

You were awestruck.

"I didn't know Snowflakes can be preserved like this!"

You finally took your eyes off the charm and looked at him.

"Apparently, we can."He beamed a brighter smile, soaking in every inch of your reaction.

”And this way, an important part of me will always stay close to you."

He meant it. It was obvious from his tone and expression.

The present had exceeded all of your expectations. It was thoughtful, symbolized much more than Christmas. It was perfect. You were left speechless.

Shoto handed you the second box. Your vision blur from teary eyes. You managed to stop the tears and open it. It was a silver snowflake bracelet.

Shoto went on to explain it.

"Since the actual one is quite delicate and I couldn't morph it into a bracelet like I wanted to, I got this too, you know a ..."

You interrupted him the midway with a kiss, followed by another, and another.

He returns all your kisses with equal passion and holds you close.

He reaches out to grab his gift, you push away his hand, and take the present away from the tree. You felt so stupid. You were flustered with embarrassment suddenly.

"Hey, let me see it." He complains.

"No!" You exclaim and hide it behind your back.

"Why not?" He was confused.

"B..B...Because... It’s is not for you!"

"What?" He chuckles.

"Y/n... Are you sheltering someone else here without my knowledge?" He narrowed his eyes to look serious.

"Wh..what...No...I mean.."

Shoto pounced upon you and snatched the gift while you were in a state of confusion. You tried to snatch it back, but it was too late.

"Cat ears?" Shoto turned it back and forth, inspecting the band.

"Looks adorable. Should I put it on?" He asks innocently. You nod, still looking down.

"Like this?" You finally look up, and all your unworthy feeling lifts that just how adorable he looked. He smiles and brings his palms closer to his cheeks, trying to imitate a kitten. You almost had a nose bleed. Your reactions must have been so obvious, for he burst out laughing.

"Here, you try it on."

"No! don't you dare take 'em off!" You warn him.

"There is an extra pair." You beam ear to ear and get the other one. Of course, you had enough time to mend the other set.

After you pet each other, you take a bunch of photos together, you took his solo shots. Near the tree, in the kitchen, in front of the door, in the bedroom. You wanted to take a couple more, but you decided against it, reading the growing annoyance in his face.

Then you both sat by the tree, checking the cards he received. You were honestly a bit shocked to know he never went through them.

"Wow. Isn't this your sister?"

"Yes. and her Boyfriend." he eyes at the photo and gets back to his phone.

"They look so cute together!"

You were a little annoyed he wasn't paying attention to the cards. You snatch the phone to find him looking at the cat-ear pictures of you both.

"I think we look better." He states, unaffected by your barbaric snatching.

”We should use one of these pictures to send out cards”

You ruffle his hair and giggle, not because of the comments he just made. But because he could make such cheesy statements with a straight face.

Suddenly, you couldn't recall why you were worked up the whole day.

”Hey”

Shoto breaks the silence. You were on the couch, sitting between his limbs, as he wrapped his hands around you, warming you up and letting you rest on his chest.

”Um?”

”We should do this every Christmas”

”Do what?”

”You know, the tree, the matching sweaters, the cards...”

You chuckle.

”We will, Doki”

’Oh My baby Kitten, this is how Christmas is supposed to be!’

[pbandjesse]

Today was a pretty excellent day off all things considered. It's my brothers 26th birthday. He has a lot of hardships in his life right now and a lot of uncertainty, but I love him so dearly and only want the best for him. Whatever direction that goes.

I am so so so glad to have James back home though. He got back to Baltimore around 730 and went to his parents to get his bike. Which had a flat tire because he cannot win. So his mom took him back here. Stopped up real quick to see the apartment. It was just so good to see him.

We had peach cake after dealing with a few things. He made whipped cream which made it a 1000% better. And then we just chilled on the couch together and it was really nice.

I slept okay. To warm but you cant win them all. I actually woke up in the middle of thr night because the nightgown i was wearing was hurting my arms. So I got changed and came back to bed.

James woke up early abd i stayed in bed until about 830. I got up and he showed me how to make a waffle. And soon he was going to work. I was sitting on the couch mostly. Eventually i got dressed.

I spent some time lazing about. But I also worked on my drawing. Which I finished tonight. And i turned a dress that Jess had given me into a skirt. Spent forever pinning in an electric waistband. I had never tried to do that before. It's a little messy. Its hard to pin without a dressform but I did a fairly good job i think.

I went around and did a base stitch. Was able to take all the pins out and do a zigzag stitch on the machine all the way around and it fots pretty well. Im happy. And it was fun. Maybe I'll wear it tomorrow.

I had a grilled cheese and was kind of bored and wanted to get out of here. I did some research on what buses can take me we're. I wanted to see if I can get up to Towson because kind of a nicer area and there's more shopping out there. Chain stores and stuff. I figured out that I could go down to the old neighborhood and catch the green line to go all the way up to Towson to go to the mall. It looks like it's closer to an auction vallier Warminster. And I needed that today. I needed that familiar radios Big Mama. Even though I don't really do that kind of shopping I just felt like I needed that. Just a walk around. Be in the air conditioning.

So I got dressed again. Because I wasn't wearing something I wanted to be outside in. I got my backpack and I headed out.

Because my bike tire had fallen off I couldn't bike downtown. So I walked. First I stopped at Blick and said hi to James. Didn't realize how hard it wasn't side until I got in the air conditioning. But that was fine. I had a nice walk and I had to podcast to listen to. The bus came fairly quickly and I have a 40 minute bus ride out there.

It was a nice ride. In the mall is great. When I first got into it it was very empty. But it was early in the afternoon and I was kind of closer to like an edge of the mall. Once I got into it there was more people. It was never crowded though. I like some kind of people watching and going in some stores. Catching things. I did buy a couple things. I went to lodge because my shampoo bar is going to run out eventually. No reason not to buy a while I'm there. I want an apology and Forever 21 and H&M and all those types of stores. Went into Sephora and looked around for a while. It was mostly me just looking around. Taking pictures of things I like. I went to Aerie though and they were having a killer sale on their underwear. 10 pairs for $35. That's $120 worth of underwear. At least at the price that they saw him out. And I've been hemming and hawing if I was going to get an underwear subscription box and this really is a better plan. And I got some very cute pairs that I'm very happy with.

I had some soup at the food court. Tomato with pieces of a grilled cheese sandwich on top. It was honestly excellent.

I enjoyed the people watching. And I found some awesome new stores. Like this Sephora type store except it was a makeup/cutesy home goods/candy store??? It was in credible. At one point I turn the corner and saw a dome that's in the middle of the mall. And I literally gasped out loud it was so beautiful. I always love a good dome.

I got another pretzel. And then walk around a little bit longer. But I was getting tired and my phone was starting to die. I wanted to have enough headphone battery to get home and it didn't work out but that's all right. I had some trouble figuring out how to get outside the mall. Figure out where to get on the bus. But I remembered I came in next to the Macy's and then I got lost in the Macy's. But not for too long. I got outside and realized I was at the wrong bus stop and had to go around the corner to get to the correct one. And the most was sitting right there. It all worked out.

My back didn't feel as long. I got off and you'll neighborhood and walk the Blick because James was going to be done work soon. I got a couple things on clearance there. Including a letter board because I thought it was cute. And it was very cheap. And then I went to Rite Aid to wait for him. I bought a giant bag of Gummy Worms, but they're to put in one of our glass canisters because I thought it would be funny. And then James was getting done and we walked home together

It was a nice walk. It's too hot and I was starting to get a headache though. I don't know if it was from the combination of the Heat and the headband I was wearing. My energy level was not good. And my head hurt.

Inside and I went and got a shower while he took her laundry downstairs. He came back up and started dinner and we had a nice meal. It's good to be together again. After he went down to put the clothes in the dryer he came back up and we worked on the bikes. Well he worked on the bikes and I did Art. He put the new handlebar tape on my bike and gave me the bolts off of his bike so I can bike to work tomorrow and get new bolts and a new inner tube for him. That all worked really nicely.

Now he's in the other room and I'm laying in the studio. I'm going to go join him soon. Maybe we'll have more peach cake. I work a short shift tomorrow at the BMI. I'm just giving one tour. I think it might be too older people? Unclear. But I think it will be fun either way. I learned some facts today to expand on point I make during my tour that I think will be good. So I'm looking forward to it.

I hope you all have a good night. Send Good Vibes to my family and my brother. Take care of each other. Be safe.