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[zombiemink]

Nothing brings me more joy in life than movie credits with animal names in them

[heavencanbeaprisontoo]

Strip Me to My Bones

Slowburn!Tommy x autistic!fem!reader Prologue: An Odd Woman

Summary: Tommy meets you in 1919, the beginning that feels like an ending in hindsight. Among betting men there is a vibrant culture of superstition and mysticism. It was in this industry you found your trade as a “psychic,” and met a man with a Red Right Hand.

Warnings: Period-typical sexism, contextual use of g-slur, Canon-typical violence, author is autistic, spoilers for series one possibly, slow burn, Tommy is shallow and confused at first. WC: 1.6k

1919 was an odd year for Mr. Shelby. His eyes were still bright, the boy who died in the tunnels still clung to his ankles as he stalked the roads of Birmingham. In those days, Tommy was still starving for money. For any sort of gain in power. He still slept on an old mattress with his drug of choice within reach. He still delivered his horses to mystics and magicians to psych out the competitors of the next day’s race. It was this Thomas Shelby who brought himself to the door of your flat. You, the newest little medium in Small Heath.

He had heard many things about you. How you seemed to just “know,” things. You weren’t gypsy, but there were whispers that you could see inside hearts and minds like no other. For a reasonable fee, you would read a person like a book tell them the next chapter of their life without hesitation. He was not normally the sort to seek your kind out. Thomas Shelby could see ahead just fine without the guide of psychic, genuine or charlatan in nature. Until, of course, a crate of guns came into his possession and an Irish woman sang to him from atop a table. Even the devil needs direction, sometimes. 

That morning, the devil had sought you out.

Your flat looked the same as any other. There were green vines and a purple curtain blocking his view inside your window. Plain bricks on the outside. Gutter hanging off slightly from your roof. Thinking it best to just get it all over with, he knocked. You answered. And he froze.

When he first saw you, there was nothing extraordinary about you. You didn't wear a silk turban or line your eyes with black to convince your customers of some supernatural gift. You were just a young woman dressed comfortably in her little flat. A long, thick robe suited for the winter chill was tied around your body and sensible slippers on your feet. Nothing overly frilly or fanciful. Tommy would almost call your presentation "dowdy." However, what had made him freeze were your eyes. He knows the power of his own stare. Your stare was something truly unique. It was something he couldn’t quite put into words. The color of your eyes was not exceptional, nor the size of your eyes or their shape. There was a force behind the stare that had him fixed to the spot. The sound of your voice was all that put him back into the world.

“Can I help you?” your tone is flat, but he can’t decide of its intentional.

Tommy takes a glance from the corner of his eye to ensure there are no onlookers. The roads are empty. He looks into your eyes once more and says, “You see the future, I hear.”

“I see people, for a price. Not the future. Nobody can do that. It’s rather early, so I hope you’ve got money in that big coat,” you step aside to let him inside. He almost hesitates. Second thoughts are not something Tommy likes to entertain. To falter, to ruminate, is to dance at the edge of cowardice. Tommy pushes onward and crosses the threshold of your home. Thus begins the start of a most unusual affair.

The lighting was dim in your little flat, and on the walls were dozens of shadowboxes were every assortment of insect on display. In fact, nearly everything in your home appeared to be some sort of collection. Orderly in their presentation but crowded due to lack of space. All the furniture looked inherited rather than new, but that was typical. There was the scent of lavender and cedar in the air. As he passed by two sticks of incense burning on the mantle of your fireplace, he found the origin of the fragrance. 

‘No trace of any other resident in the home. No husband. How modern’, he thought. As he made his observations, Tommy was painfully aware of your eyes on his back. You guided him silently to a small room with two sofas facing each other. He sat opposite to you, not bothering to remove his cap. As you sit across from him, your eyes are everywhere but him. Roving about the room as you tap your thumb to the tip of each finger on your hand. By the way you were sitting, someone just entering the room might assume you were a guest by how stiff your posture was. Back completely straight, both feet firmly planted on the floor. This was your home, your time, and Tommy looked more at ease sitting on your own furniture. 

“I normally have tea prepared, but you don’t drink tea anyway, so I won’t bother with the kettle this time,” you say as your bottom hits the sofa cushion. He hears you. He hears you make a correct assumption about him, but he does not show his acknowledgement. 

Tommy threads his fingers together on his lap, “They say you can see inside of people, tell them things about them that even they don’t know.”

Blinking owlishly at him you reply, “My, that’s a lovely review of my services! Should put that on a sign outside my doorway. Though I would rather know why you came to see me, Mr. Shelby. You are Mr. Shelby yes?”

“That I am,” he nearly laughs, “and I am not entirely sure why I came to see you either.”

Your eyes snap onto his own and again he feels caught off guard by it. Slowly, you lean forward, “It’s not like you to need help. You avoid seeking it. Something has happened to you that has never happened before, you do not know how to carry on because you cannot fall back on learned tactics to navigate the storm.”

He says nothing. Tommy finds you don’t require his input to carry on speaking as you tilt your head and continue. As you speak, you never break eye contact. Your gaze is one that leaves him feeling stripped to the bone. Flesh peeled back and pinned so that you may inspect him further with an objective, curious eye, "One of the walking wounded, soldier come home from war. You don't sleep well. None of you do. But, you hide it better than most."

"Quite the assumption," he deadpanned.

You carry on as if not hearing him, “A Catholic without Christ. Guilty but without remorse. You only follow yourself and yet you have lost faith within. So, you act out of your own character to try to find a solution to a problem you’ve made yourself. A problem with solutions you can't commit to.”

Tommy’s heart is beating faster in his chest. The plain-faced woman who greeted him at the door has been replaced. Your face seems to change, the sir around you shifting. There is a thrill in being seen. A thrill, but also annoyance. “And what would you do to solve such a problem?”

“It wouldn’t help you to know what anyone else would do. Even if my way was best, you wouldn’t obey it. Obedience is not something you do willingly,” there’s a smile in your eyes that makes his hands tighten around each other. “Is your greatest problem above, below, or beside you?”

His face remains stoic as he mulls over your odd question. He thinks of those beneath him, the factory workers who riot and cause him distraction. Beside him, his brothers in arms and brothers by blood. Ada. Freddie…. Grace. And then he thinks of Campbell and Kimber. “Above me, always.”

You nod, “There was no need for you to come see me. You know the answer to the question before you asked it. The greatest woe for you is that there are matters of the heart keeping you from stabbing upwards to the enemies who stand over you. You aren’t used to having that sort of obstacle... You need to decide what you want more and act accordingly. To have both things will end poorly, but I can't stop you. Nobody can but you.”

For a moment, he feels a sense of relief. It had been many years since the words of a stranger had done that to him. This feeling was overtaken by an immediate realization. He had come to you under the assumption that you were gifted by second-sight. Yet… You had no cards, no crystals, did not say a prayer or even a hymn in a nonsense language.

“You’re no medium,” he states it as fact. Not as a question or accusation. Though, he watches to see how you take it. Tommy likes to see how people respond to being caught, he finds it to be the most revealing time for most. For the third or fourth time since he laid eyes on you, you defied expectation.

With a slow shrug you say, “I’ve never made the claim that I was one. Everyone started saying so one day and I decided not to correct them. I just read people.”

‘What an odd woman,’ Tommy leaned back in his seat. Face still as stone. As he looked at you, your posture returned to that stiff, nearly-too-straight, position from before. He could see why the average man would see you as something beyond the natural. Ordinary to otherworldly. An odd woman indeed. You stand from your couch with a small, crooked smile, “That’ll be ten quid, Mr. Shelby, a discount for a first-time reading. It'll be thirteen for the next time.”

He pushed the money into your hands and said, "Won't be a next time." You gave him no audible response as you walked him to your door and released him from the dreamworld your home had trapped him in. Tommy did not look back as he walked three paces from your door and lit a cigarette. No one had seen him and he had a feeling you wouldn't share his visit with others.

Tommy pushed you from his mind to focus on what may come next.

The rest of the day moved quickly and slowly all at once after he left your little flat. He swore to himself that he would never go back. Swore that he hated every instant spent in your dark home that smelled of lavender and cedar. Swore that he despised the way you peeled back his skin with that glare so sharp. No, he couldn't feel them on him. Not at all.

[cleewii]

rating: r18

cw(s): 18+ content minors DNI, sub sanemi shinazugawa, dom gn!reader, pegging/m.receiving anal, no specified usage of “strap” or “dick”, overstim

you’ve managed to fuck him silent.

it’s uncharacteristic and, frankly, the best part of the night. reducing him to chaste groans every time your pelvis meets his ass, followed by the jolting of his body towards the headboard.

SANEMI'S practically sprawled across the bed. the only thing keeping him steady, keeping him grounded, is the rough feel of the sheets he’s clenching tight within his fists, but even then he’s certain he’s floating.

“uhn….uhn….uhn” spills from his mouth, timed alongside the way you bully into his body. his cheek is smushed against the bed, eyes staring off into space as his vision bursts with vibrant colors after each thrust, each deliciously timed, meaningfully brutal push inside of him. all parted lips and red faced. he’s stopped trying to swallow down the sounds that blossom from deep within his chest, but he’s gone so cloudy—mystified atop the silk sheets and plush pillows, that his voice comes only to follow the way you break him apart beneath you.

“uhn….uhn…o-oh—mmf!” he can feel it again. that knotting in his stomach, the twisting and pulling of his insides. it burns and aches and billows, and fuck it’s perfect, so good he finds himself chasing it, gasping and squirming, waiting for it to wreck him and spill out another mess on the bed.

it’s feels a little different this time, though. like closure. like an ending. an all encompassing, all consuming, soul shattering conclusion that he wants so bad; he needs it. he feels himself begging for it, but there’s no sound to follow, just those same breathy gasps and whimpers, but fuck, he hopes you know regardless, hopes you can taste it on him.

the way you fuck him is cruel, even at its most gentle. it tears him apart, rips away at him, and leaves him a drooling pathetic mess every time. when you manage a particularly hard thrust, one that batters against his prostate in a way that forces his voice back to him, he gasps, “fuck—! please….i’m g-gonna…g’na cum again…!”

“oh, already, sweetheart?” you smile. “hmm, doing so well for me. gonna give me one more, like a good boy?”

“mmhm,” he hums, nodding, drowning in it. then, he can manage nothing more. only soft hiccups and gasps as you wreck him. break him apart and rearrange him how you see fit.

you watch on enraptured at the sight before you, determined to make him crumble despite the burn in your thighs, and oh what a show he puts on. just for you.

the scars decorating sanemi’s skin twist and turn as he writhes beneath you, and the arch of his back, trained into him, forces each thrust of your hips to crush against that spot that sends him reeling.

a knot between overwhelmingly good and downright awful has tightened, and he catches himself pulled tight. but it’s not enough. he needs something else, something more, but he hardly understands what it is he’s aching for, doesn’t know how to formulate the thought, the feeling, the—

“cum for me, sanemi.” your voice splits through his muddled thoughts, and you plant a soft kiss against his spine.

it bursts.

the rope snaps and recoils, the colors vanish and he finds himself in the dark—a silent scream in the pitch black behind his eyelids. it’s as if all of the air inside of his lungs has been crushed out of him, and he chokes around his words, feels his fingernails dig painful crescents into his palms even through the sheets he clutches. wave after wave, his balls squeeze tight until the tiniest bit left of him to give is gone and a wet hot mess that coats his skin and the silk under his stomach remains

you drag him through the ecstasy, watching as he slumps—finished against the bed.

there’s a moment where the silence envelopes you both, but it doesn’t last for very long, ending once you’ve decided it so. “how many times was that?” you murmur as you pull out of him—careful and slow.

there’s no response. just the sound of heaving breaths and the steady release of the sheets in his fists. his lungs fill and deflate; his body twitches and ripples with the aftermath, and he’s left entirely worn—exhausted.

“sanemi?”

an ache is beginning to set in. he groans. A pitched rumble from his throat as he struggles to think up a reply, struggles to think at all, with the way his brain feels positively fried and the answer swims through his thoughts muffled and murky.

“fucked you stupid, huh?”

a hand comes to rub along his shoulder, soft kisses pressed against his skin, and he breathes through the fog, the rest of his energy fading along with it.

“shuddup….”

[august126]

Happy Valentine’s Day

Bakugou Katsuki x female reader

Summary: y/n has a surprise for Katsuki on Valentine's Day.

warnings:Spanking,Oral Sex,Vaginal Sex,and Body Worship

y/n had never been one to spend money on expensive lingerie—it just seemed too frivolous, and she was very practical with her money.

But a few months ago she had bought an electric blue matching bra and panty set. It was all lace and strategic cut-outs. Completely impractical. But Katsuki had lost his mind after she had shed her date night little black dress and revealed the set. He had worshiped and ravaged her for hours. She lost count of how many times she came that night.

So she indulged in a little something to surprise Katsuki on Valentine’s Day.

She pulled the ensemble on and inspected herself in front of the full-length mirror they had in the walk-in closet. She twisted this way and that, trying to get a good view of the way the lingerie fit her. Finally she offered her reflection a small smirk, satisfied that her plan was in motion.

******

It had been a long day. Villains were out in droves. Katsuki must have resolved eight incidents during his patrol. He couldn’t wait to just relax at home with his wife. He pushed open the door to their apartment and was greeted with the tingling scent of spicy food. He inhaled deeply as he toed off his boots.

“Smells good in here, y/n!” he called as he padded towards the kitchen, wholly unprepared for what he was about to see.

“Welcome home, Katsuki,” y/n purred, and his cock twitched in his pants as he sucked in a breath.

Katsuki’s mouth hung open while he took in the sight before him. She was wearing a black lace bustier with red satin trim. Red garters clipped to the matching thigh high black stockings with lace trim. The ensemble was finished off with a redtrimmed black g-string. The red details seemed to perfectly highlight her curves and fuck, y/n had delicious curves.

“Holy shit,” Katsuki breathed as his eyes raked over her.

She bit her lip and smiled back at him, one hip cocked with her legs crossed at the ankles to further enhance the illusion of her curves. “Happy Valentine’s Day.” she said with a wink that had Katsuki’s brain short-circuiting.

Holy fuck she was hot. He was so fucking lucky.

Without another thought, he closed the space between them and harshly pulled her body flush to him as he crushed her lips with his. He palmed her bare ass before he lifted her and settled her on the counter, stepping between her legs. y/n giggled against his lips. He nibbled hungrily at her.

“Dinner has to simmer for a bit so I thought maybe we could do something to pass the time,” she said as she raked her hands through his hair, eliciting a growl from him.

“What…did you…have…in mind…Angel?” he asked as he kissed along her jaw, down her neck and collarbone, and finally found his place between her perfect tits. He nuzzled into her cleavage before turning his head to bite and suck at one breast.

She leaned towards him and nibbled his ear before her breath ghosted over him as she whispered, “Whatever you want.”

“You’re fucking perfect,” he growled as he lifted her once again and carried her to their bedroom, tossing her on the bed and taking a minute to enjoy the lingerie again. “So fucking perfect.”

He slowly crawled over her, trailing his hand slowly up one leg. She squirmed at his touch, and he knew if she had been wearing any other color panties, he’d see the damp spot at her core—displaying her arousal like a billboard. The black hid it well, but he didn’t need to see to know how wet she already was. He unclipped one red garter and drew the stocking down her leg, kissing along as he exposed more skin. With one stocking gone, he licked up the now bare leg as his hand traveled up her other leg, skimming over the nylon and lace. He repeated the process, unclipping the garter and kissing along her other leg as he painstakingly dragged the stocking off.

“Katsuki, please.” y/n begged, desperate for his touch on more than just her legs.

“I need to unwrap my present first,” he said as he kissed back up her leg. He paused at her cunt. “Hmm, what to unwrap next.” He playfully nibbled at the red trim of her g-string. His hands gripped her hips, fingers teasing the thin strings before he abandoned that and climbed over her.

He claimed her mouth, his teeth nipping at her lips before he pushed his tongue past her barely parted lips. He could taste a hint of wine on her tongue as he lapped up the moans that couldn’t quite escape her mouth. When he pulled back, she whimpered at the momentary loss of contact.

“Calm down, Angel,” he whispered as he rolled her over and slapped her exposed ass hard. And again. And once more, for good measure.

“Hnngh, Katsuki,” she moaned.

He admired the red mark on her cheek as he slowly started undoing the clasps on the back of the bustier, his fingers teasing her skin with each clasp he unfastened. She shivered under his featherlight touch. When he finally finished unfastening each clasp, he flipped her back onto her back again to remove the bustier.

He growled at the sight of her hardened nipples, and he quickly took one in his mouth—sucking and nipping at her. He took her nipple gently between his teeth and tugged slightly. She arched into the rough touch with a whine. He moved to the other nipple, repeating the motions before finally kissing his way down her body and taking the red trim of the g-string into his teeth again.

“Off now,” she begged, and he resisted the urge to rip the thong off with a small explosion. Instead, he carefully pulled it off and tossed it to the side, preserving the g-string to live another day. Her pussy glistened in the low light of the bedroom, her arousal clear.

“What do you want me to do next?” he asked, his voice husky as he hovered just over her, his hot breaths teasing her sensitive skin.

“Tongue,” she whined and pushed his head towards her cunt.

His tongue darted out eagerly, and he licked a long slow trail up her folds before swirling his tongue around her clit.

“Mmm, fuck, y/n” he whispered and closed his lips around her swollen clit again, sucking hungrily. “God, you taste so good.”

He continued to lick and suck, lapping up the juices collecting between her legs as she squirmed in pleasure from Katsuki’s undivided attention. His tongue swirled her clit again, and he pushed two fingers into her, pumping and flexing—curling his fingers to press into the bundle of nerves that sent her orgasm crashing into her.

“Fuck! Katsuki, yes!” she cried out as she came. He drank her in, continuing to lick and fingerfuck her through the orgasm.

Her hand fisted in his wild hair, and she pulled his head away from her body, pulling him up to her. She pulled his lips to her in a desperate fashion, needing to taste herself on his tongue.  breaking their kiss and settled herself on top of him.

“What the fuck is this?” she asked, suddenly realizing he was still fully dressed.

-he smirked—“I was a little distracted opening my present.”

“That has to change immediately,” she said, and Katsuki sat up so she could pull his shirt off. She hastily unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, releasing some of the pressure on his hard cock. “Need you,” she mumbled in determination, tugging his pants down his legs. He lifted his hips to help and started pushing his boxer briefs down as well.

y/n was quick to remove the offending clothing, and before Katsuki could react to anything else, she was wrapping her lips around his hard cock, sucking intently.

“Holy shit!” he exclaimed in surprise, trying not to cum instantly at the sudden, intense contact. 

“Fuck, Angel,” he moaned as she took him deeper into her mouth, gagging slightly. She kept sucking and licking as she bobbed her head. Her tongue swirled his head, licking up the beads of pre dripping out.

She released his cock with a pop, a trail of spit still connecting them. She licked her lips and moved to kiss him as her hand wrapped tightly around his cock, pumping a few times while they kissed. She broke away and lined him up at her entrance, teasing his head against her folds.

His hands gripped her hips, fingers digging into the flesh and his crimson eyes watched her intently, allowing her to take control. She slowly sank onto his cock, reveling at the stretch to accommodate his size.

“Oh fuck, Katsuki,” she moaned, “God, so good.”

Once she had him sheathed fully within her, she started riding his cock, and he gripped her harder, fingers digging into her plush hips.

“Oh, fuck, oh my— fuck, y/n,” he breathed out. She felt so fucking good. He wasn’t sure he would last very long with the way she was moving and the vision of her in that lingerie still floating through his mind.

“Suck my tit,” she commanded as she rode his cock. Katsuki was quick to obey, sitting up and pulling a tit into his mouth. He kneaded her other breast with his free hand, thumb ghosting over the nipple before he pinched it hard enough to elicit a gasp.

The attention made her ride him harder, the headboard slamming into the wall with the movements. Katsuki shifted one hand to swirl his thumb around her clit, and she threw her head back in ecstasy, her mouth hanging open, unable to form sounds as she came. He rolled them over and fucked into her with erratic thrusts as he chased his own release.

He cried out her name as he came and then collapsed on top of her.

“Fuck

She giggled as she threaded her fingers through his wild mane. “We probably have time for another round before dinner’s ready.”

“Be careful what you wish for, Angel,” he growled as he kissed her.

[snek-panini]

Today I've got binderary book #3 to share! It's a lighthouse (burning) by books-and-omens. This is a really excellent canonverse (sort of) historical setting liminal ghost story-esque fic that I read practically in one sitting sometime last summer. It's fantastic, well-characterized, angsty and fluffy and fairly plotty and with some really unique worldbuilding. I honestly can't sing its praises enough; it's one of the only times since taking up this hobby that I've known I wanted to bind something before I actually finished reading it.

Have a look at the rest of the photos under the cut; this one came out really well and I'm in love with it.

For this cover we have lineco book cloth on the spine, a strip of chiyogami paper that I got in one one ChibiJay's random paper packs, and blue-gray sketch paper for the primary gray space. It's a little hard to tell in the photos but the HTV for the titles is in two different colors, silver for "a lighthouse" and pewter for "(burning)". The effect is more pronounced in person and I love it. The pewter came in a multi-pack of cricut foil HTV and I can't seem to find it on its own anywhere, which is a shame because it's beautiful. The sort of streaky effect on the cover was unintentional but I'm kinda liking it? It's a more porous paper for drawing or painting or something, and I tried to wax it for waterproofing, but when I used the heat press to get the title on the wax darkened in the spots where the glue was applied to the cover board. At first I was disappointed, but the fic features a really massive unnatural storm, and it sort of looks like water running down a windowpane, so I'm leaning into that and calling it an aesthetic. The back didn't get this heat treatment, so it doesn't have the pattern.

Top view, showing the bookmark and handmade end bands. The bookmark is a navy blue ribbon cut from the inside of a shirt, and I chose red and white because there are so many picturesque lighthouses that have red and white stripes. It's the only color in the book that's not blue or gray. The endpapers are a navy blue silk moire, and I had better luck with them than I did with the platinum ones on my Persuasion bind even though they are the same brand. Maybe it's practice or maybe navy just hides more sins than platinum.

For the title page I went fairly simple (for me anyway) with just a frame I pulled from rawpixel. It suits the story, though, being set sometime around or before the early 20th century. I also played with text colors on the title page, with some words being grayed out to mimic the effect on the cover. The section break is me getting clever with a feature of my printer. I often use a gray line to denote section breaks, but for whatever reason my printer doesn't like them and often makes them blurry. It is only these lines that come out blurry; larger images don't do this even if they are complex. So for this one, where a major feature of the story is trying to figure out what's real and what's a supernatural occurrence, I made one that was deliberately heavier in the center so it would come out sort of smoky or fuzzy, like it wasn't quite real and couldn't be clearly seen. It doesn't look this fuzzy in the unprinted file but I love the effect and I feel very clever for manipulating the printer like this.

I'm going to show off some interior shots but this bit contains spoilers for the story, so if you don't want to see that then maybe skip the rest of the post.

I wanted to get creative with my title placement since a lot of my binds look very similar inside, and this concept really let me try that out. The plot of the story is that the reason there are so many supernatural phenomena at this lighthouse is that someone in the future ran an experiment to harvest energy and accidentally cracked spacetime with it, and bits of the future and the past and the might-have-been are seeping through the cracks, and the longer the cracks exist the more seeps through them and the worse the ghostly stuff gets. At first it's not clear whether there's anything weird happening at all, and it becomes clearer that something is wrong the further in you get because the cracks are worse. So I had this idea for a vintage lighthouse illustration with an overlay of cracks in glass, that become more defined as the story progresses until something is done and they're sealed up in the end. I am not a visual artist and even this straightforward concept was too much for my skills, so I chose the lighthouse and the crack overlay and my amazing husband did the actual image manipulation. There are five different images, with the cracks invisible in the first and final chapter and most visible in chapter 10 and 11, when the characters are trying hardest to fix the problem. I'm really really proud of how well this turned out.

And that's it! I have several more binderary books to post but they are all still waiting for titles before I do the photos, so I don't know when I'll have them up.

[collegetennisoriginstory]

So, I was romancing Sam on every playthrough but decided to branch out finally, and now I have a tier list; ‼️Potential spoilers‼️

Tobin: By far my favorite RO. I typically don't like the archetype of "brooding ro and their charming ro counterpart" It just doesn't interest me as someone who has seen a lot of het romances employ this trope. But giving Tobin the chance they deserve and finding that I like how they respond to my MC's own flirtatious nature and then discovering how they feel about my MC being the same gender, just adds an extra layer of interest for me that I appreciated. They're kind, considerate, and very thoughtful of their friends. Very quickly blew the rest of the competition out of the water for me. I think their mindset when it comes to tennis explains why they're not the no.1 Seed despite being the captain of the team, and it honestly surprised me. I think the full weight of their route is explored best when MC is similarly looking to go pro as it parallels Rayyan nicely. Their kidness is the space they give you is born from experience and the fear of doing to MC what was done to them and I just eat that stuff up. Also it is very rare to have a black RO who is treated with any level of depth, and I just 🥹love that we Tobin.

Rayyan: In a surprise twist, Rayyan gets the second spot for similar reasons as Tobin. I think the enemies to friends to lovers(partners) arc that is presented in their story is intriguing. Like Sam, they have a level of history with the MC that makes them familiar when heading into the new space, so I made it a habit to stay near them when at all possible. Rayyan isn't particularly cold, or as cold as ppl might assume, I think they have a very good balance of being a sort of quiet and reserved person that still manages to be personable. I feel that playing like I do, my MC might've come off as flippant to them, which only adds to the anxiety that they feel going into this season. Their struggle of being visually Arab in a world and country that sees non whiteness as punishable is very felt. It's really special to me that the two most prominent ROs are dark skinned people of color. Sorry for being biased, but even when I wasn’t actively romancing them, they got major points for that.

Sam: My baby gets the third spot and I think that's fair. What i adored about Sam is the pining of a friends to lovers story. I never make the first move with Sam, despite playing very flirty, bc I see my MC with not having to put up a front with Sam. So the things they do or say that signify to others that my MC is looking for something physical aren't used with Sam; they believe MCs closeness with them is strictly platonic while my MC believes that Sam has been lightly rejecting this whole time. Just something about those missed connections get to me. (Also, the varcity jackets!? So cute) Now, Sam loses points due to being away at another university for a majority of the story thys far. Which made me wonder if placing them in a new environment with MC might change things for them. Everything IS different now; so, who is to say that their relationship hasn't run its course? Juicy, but due to lack of presence, I'll keep them at 3rd.

G: They're French. Automatically, a point is taken off. They're also very sexy as a woman (my MC is a they/them lesbian) so I felt that, to remain true to character, I would have to ignore that and see what G has going on. Ngl, they do sort of play out like a romance novel character in the most obvious way so far 😭 no hate though. I just couldn't not think about "Oh, you sexy French student." Whenever they said anything. Smoldering looks from across the room at a crowded college party, like okay 400 days of summer <3. I think they're rather perfect for players who are looking for some steam outside of the locker room. They have the same issue as Sam, as in, they're not present in the locker room. They're not our teammate, so we don't really get the same level of relationship building with them as u would a Rayyan or Tobin. And I don't think that's a bad thing necessarily. I feel that speaks to the amount of work put in to make the team feel real and not just thrown together characters. Once I started to romance my teammates, I found it hard to flirt with anyone else, as I felt that they just didn't understand my MC on the same level.

Felix: ngl, they'd have to get security to get me off them, I have this burning rage in my heart whenever they show up. "🤼‍♂️ This is for Tobin, Cakepop‼️" I am sure there is indeed depth to them as a character, I am sure it hurts to hear someone say "I can not love you the way you want me to." And we are only human, we don't always behave the way we want to. But Felix makes my nipple itch they just remind me of men who just hold this anger for their exes unreasonably. I think there is an interesting parallel to be found in a Tobin route MC and Felix. I just don't have the language to put it together bc I will never romance them and I don't think I ever will, personally just can't bring myself to do so. They are what I felt Rayyan would be, and I'm fine with meeting them with hostility.

All in all, I'm glad I branched out to see what the other ROs were like it's definitely a testament to ur hard work and is greatly appreciated. I will continue to be messy and kiss Tobin, Rayyan, and Sam because I am toxic aim to be a learning experience, not a lover 🫶🏽

Oh my god~ It was so interesting to see your gradual evolution / journey through pursuing the different ROs.

I think it's really interesting in particular to see how Tobin's character is sort of 'hidden' beneath multiple layers, and you have to really work at unpeeling those layers, and it's really rewarding as a writer to see that route 'give' readers so much unexpected joy.

And, of course — I have a soft spot for stoic / unexpressive, overly-competitive, serious characters who are secretly just a giant sap. For Rayyan in particular, I think their drive to excel at tennis is counter-balanced against their loyalty, their ride-or-die-ness with the people they love. I love the extra bit of psychoanalysis that you did regarding Rayyan's anxiety about MC not taking tennis seriously, which is fine on its own, but really becomes an issue if they're partnered.

Sam having less 'screen-time' than the others is totally fair, and I think (or hope) will be made up for by the sheer amount of history they share.

As for the whole "French sexy" stereotype, I actually do think this is a crucial part of G's arc. The idea that perhaps they both see each other as 'archetypes' at the start (the jock-fling during one's exchange year, the sexy french exchange student), and then as they start understanding each other as real people, and then as they start (possibly) falling in love with each other (with all the eccentricities, all the imperfections), the relationship takes on more depth and dimension.

Finally, thank you so much for taking the time to explore all these different routes, and I'm so glad that doing so was rewarding for you :) I absolutely loved reading this message, so thank you also for sharing! It's always so fun listening to how different MCs, or different MC choices, and just different readers in general — have different takes on the ROs!

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The Wall

Polaroid

a Stobin Month 2024 prompt | 1167 words | CW: N/A | Rating: G

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“I can’t part with it,” Robin says. 

Steve stands beside her, hands on his hips. “Me either.” 

“We can’t leave it though.” 

“But we don’t have space for it at the new place.” 

“We’re not living together in the new place,” Robin points out with a sigh. 

Steve’s shoulders fall. He keeps forgetting that part. “How do we split it then?” 

“I say we don’t and just stay here,” Robin decides. She nods her head once, then claps. “Yup, that’s settled. We’re living here forever.” 

“Rob,” Steve sighs, “you know we can’t.” 

“Says who? We love this house. It’s our house. Why do we have to leave it?” Robin takes a seat on the floor and stares up at The Wall. Steve doesn’t hesitate to follow, even when his knees pop and protest at the movement. He looks up at The Wall in all its glory, eyes flickering around from one spot to another. It’s their most important wall in the house, their collective prized possession. It’s the most beautiful thing they’ve ever made. 

The Wall is the north wall of their living room that connects with the stairs. It’s a boring beige color, but that’s not the important part, it’s what’s on the wall that matters. The very first day Steve and Robin moved into the house, they commemorated the day with a picture using Robin’s brand new Polaroid camera. And since their walls were all bare, they decided to put the picture on this wall that would one day be covered. 

He doesn’t remember why they decided to take a picture every day, doesn’t know what possessed them to keep it up for over eight years, but here they are. The wall is covered with almost three thousand polaroids, some better than others, with little dates written on the bottom. The ones celebrating big milestones are the highlights, like special birthdays and graduations or the start of a new job or anniversary, with special attention taken to the doodles along the borders. They even alter the space around them so they sit in little pockets, standing out among the silly and blurred daily shots. 

No one else understood why they kept it up, but they’ve never missed a day. Even when traveling, alone or together, they make sure someone took a picture. 

And now that they’re moving out of their first home, moving in with their respective partners, the time has come to take it down. 

Steve’s more sad to see The Wall go than he is to leave this house and he loves this house. It’s just not big enough for Steve, Eddie, Chrissy, Robin, the cats, and the incoming baby that Chrissy’s carrying for Steve and Eddie. He almost wishes Robin and Chrissy would just stay here, keep the wall up even if they stop taking pictures every day, but Robin didn’t think that was fair. “There’s no way I’m living in this house without you, dingus,” she said, “who would fight the ghost on my behalf?” 

The ghost is actually their neighbor’s outdoor cat, Sally, who likes to sneak into their home to play with their cat, Tassel. At first, they thought it was some territory dispute, but it turns out the cats are just star-crossed lovers. So much so that their neighbor’s trying to figure out how Sally can still see Tassel. Steve didn’t peg the old man to be supportive of two lesbian cats, but then again he’s never had a problem with the big rainbow flag hanging in their living room or the fact he’s had to ask Steve and Eddie to keep the noise down a time or two. 

Damn, he’s going to miss Nathaniel, too. 

“We have to take it down,” Steve says. 

“No.” 

“Rob.” 

“Steve.” 

“Would you rather someone else does it?” Steve raises an eyebrow at her. 

She rolls her eyes and huffs. “No.” 

“Then we have to.” 

“Why’d you have to go and make your family bigger, dingus,” Robin whines, leaning into him. “I’m happy to be Aunt Robin and all, and like I know this is what you were meant to do, but it’s really throwing a wrench in our growing old together plan.” 

Steve kisses her forehead then rests his cheek against the top of her head. “You’re the one who introduced Eddie and I.” 

“And I regret it everyday for him stealing you away from me.” 

“Chrissy stole you first.” 

“She’s perfect, she can do no wrong,” Robin says. “Eddie’s a gremlin man and took you from me.” 

“I resent that,” Eddie says as he and Jonathan walk into the room. The house is pretty bare, minus the big furniture that still needs to be moved tomorrow, but the whole point of today was to take boxes out, yet they’re bringing boxes in. Eddie sets down a box in front of them and opens it to reveal several photo albums. 

Jonathan does the same, but he takes out a machine that he plugs into the wall and starts fiddling with. 

“What are you doing?” Steve asks. 

“We’re here to rescue The Wall,” Eddie says.” 

“This is a scanner,” Jonathan explains, “I borrowed it from work. We can take each picture and scan it to make another one and then you both have a copy.” 

“And you two can decide who gets the originals but this way neither of you have to cry over losing it anymore.” Eddie holds out identical albums to each of them. “They’re prepped and ready for you to do your thing. But we need to finish this before we call it a day if we want to stay on schedule,” he says. 

Steve looks down at the hefty photo album. They’re ornate with little doodles engraved in the leather of ice cream and anchors and VHS tapes and music notes and every other little icon Eddie could come up with to represent the last decade of his and Robin’s friendship. In the center, in what he’s sure is Chrissy’s script, it says “The Wonder Twins Years, Vol. 1” with a blank section to write what dates they can fit into the album. 

“Eds,” he whispers. 

Eddie darts forward to kiss his cheek. “No more tears, baby.” 

Robin sniffles beside him. “Fine,” she huffs, “I guess he can stick around.” 

“Was that up for debate?” 

“It always was,” Robin says as she heaves herself up. “Dingus, go get the ladder out of the office.” 

“On it,” Steve says. He gets up and sets the album on the coffee table. As he passes Jonathan, he squeezes his shoulder. “Thank you.” 

Jonathan nods and smiles. “It’s too impressive to destroy,” he says. 

Steve’s not sure why he’s surprised that Jonathan, their resident photographer, understands The Wall like he and Robin do, but it still fills him with so much warmth. He excuses himself before he can cry some more. Better to save those tears for when Robin’s decided to go down memory lane with every other picture. 

He can’t wait.  

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Thank you @lady-lostmind for beta reading!

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Love Speaks Volumes

Pairing: Syzoth X Fem!Reader Warnings: Fluff, Smut, P In V, Creampie, Syzoth Holding Back Because He Loves You. 🥺💚 Word Count: 1k A/N: Happy Belated Birthday, @charliedaltonsgirl! I'm sorry it's so late but I fell into a bit of a burnout and I wanted to make sure it was perfect for you so I decided to take my time so it didn't feel half-assed. I hope you enjoy it! 💚 Main MasterList: 🖤 Syzoth's MasterList: 🖤 Synny's Angels: @mornandil, @queenkhepri, @@bihansthot, and @mmeerraa.

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"I love you." He whined for the hundredth time that minute. "IloveyouIloveyouIloveyouIloveyou."

It fell out like a string of prayers as he laid on top of me, his member buried deep within me to the hilt as it twitched with desire for my heat. His face remained in the crook of my neck, leaving sloppy kisses down its slope between words.

"Syzoth," I said in a whisper, my breath faltering as his tip twitched up into the right spot once again. "I'm ready."

The simplest utterance of those words was all he needed to retract his hips and push them back in, repeating the pattern over and over until he ended up in a pretty simple pattern. He started slowly at first, just sweet and simple love-making. I knew that this was him holding back the inevitable—the burning sensation of his instincts telling him to ravage me.

Though the Zaterran still stood his ground, moving his hips back and forth at a slow pace as he peppered the length of my neck with soft kisses. His nails tore at the bedsheets as he gripped them tightly in his fists, trying hard not to lose control and fall into the temptation that was my vulnerability. It didn't take long for him to arch his back just right, pushing himself deeper within me to allow his tip to kiss my cervix before pushing tenderly into my g-spot upon reentry. 

That's when I saw stars.

Before I knew it, I was moaning out loudly with pure ecstasy. My nails dug into the skin on his back as my hips moved rhythmically against his, desperate for as much friction as I could muster. I could barely focus on anything other than the glorious feelings he was generously giving me.

He whispered words in Zaterran—words I assumed were of praise and admiration. His voice blew into my ears like a warm summer breeze and echoed through my mind like drips of water within a deep cave. It was amazing how much of an effect the man had on me, and I considered myself lucky to be blessed with the honor of calling him my mate.

No matter how many times we had sex, I could never comprehend how he worked me up so fast. It was like my nerves were guitar strings and he was a talented musician, plucking away at my strings tenderly to make the most beautiful song, which was my moans for him.

"Syzoth!" I shouted as I was finally pushed into my climax. My body shook beneath the Zaterran like a leaf on a windy fall day. When my eyes lolled into the back of my head and fell shut, I swore that I saw space—the entire galaxy—and I was floating in the middle of it all during my orgasmic bliss.

When I finally came to, Syzoth was still moving slowly. Sorrowful moans and whines emitted from him as he worked hard to keep the animal within himself at bay. Though the overstimulation was a bit uncomfortable, it wasn't so bad that I couldn't hold on for him. I wanted my beautiful boy to feel just as good as I did.

"Syzoth, let go." I murmured to him, running my hand through his hair to soothe him. "It's okay. I can take it."

He stared at me for a moment as his hips continued to move as if he didn't even realize it. He seemed so unsure of what to say, watching me with confusion, his eyes as his lips stayed parted to allow his uneven breaths to filter through.

"I won't hurt you..." He finally whimpered, his voice sounding needy and pained. "I won't hurt you..."

"Syzoth," My voice lowered to a hushed whisper as I ran my fingers through his soft locks again to keep his attention, my eyes burrowing into his lime-colored ones to show him I was serious.

He released a heavy sigh before moving his hips just a bit faster than before. Not long after, his soft thrusts turned into hard ones, pushing me just beyond what I could take. Still, I gritted my teeth and bore it for him. Just being in his arms and knowing I had the power to make him feel how he made me feel was enough to dull the aching sensation and replace it with something more beautiful and euphoric.

Though it didn't take long for him to release. He pressed his forehead against mine as he came, his eyes squeezed shut as he hissed the most unique sound I had ever heard. We shared breaths as our lips met and shared the moment as our eyes fell shut, basking in each other's presence as he burst through all the emotions that came with his high.

We laid like that for several minutes, panting and shaking as we tried to relax. Eventually, Syzoth's muscular arms snaked beneath me to hold me tightly against his large frame. Soon after, he was once again planting soft kisses all over my neck before lifting his head from its crook to attack my face with as many as possible.

"Okay! Okay!" I chuckled as I tried to push him off of me, but he eventually retreated to pressing a sweet kiss to my lips before resting his forehead against mine once again.

"Happy Birthday, my precious little human." He cooed as he gazed down at me lovingly, his soft eyes telling me all the words he wished to say.

"Thank you, sweetheart—for everything. I love you." I proclaimed it like it were words I wanted to use my final breath on. And truth be told, it was. I could spend an eternity telling Syzoth just how much he meant to me. After all he had been through and all he had done for me, how could I not?

He smiled broadly as his eyes beamed with nothing but love for me, and I could feel my heart flutter wildly at the gorgeous sight. He placed one final kiss on my lips before murmuring back against them, "I love you too, beautiful. I will for a lifetime and more."

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@steddiemas Day 6 Prompt: Baking & Cookie Decorating

Tags: Gingerbread Competitions, Banter, Holiday Fun, Steve Harrington Is A Little Shit, Eddie Munson Is A Menace, Competitiveness, Dustin Henderson Is A Little Shit, Established Relationship, Secret Relationship

wc: 2062 | Rating: G

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When Eddie first brought up the annual Forest Hills Gingerbread Competition, Steve thought he was exaggerating. Hawkins is a small town and he’s pretty sure he would have heard of such an event if it existed.

It also doesn’t help that Eddie has a tendency to exaggerate just about everything. Steve still hasn’t forgiven him for the time he walked in on him distraught on the floor because  Bradley’s Big Buy was out of Honeycomb Cereal for the second week in the row. The urge to call his own Code Red and ring Eddie’s neck had never been stronger.

The Forest Hills Gingerbread Competition is a big deal though, judging by the bustling activity he finds when he turns into the trailer park. It’s not unusual to see so many people out and about — no matter the hour Steve drops by, there’s always someone out smoking or playing with a dog or sometimes even doing laundry. What is unusual though is the sight of nearly every resident out and about.

The picnic tables that are usually scattered around the park have all been pulled together in the hub. Even with them all pulled together, there’s not enough space. Steve spots at least four or five fold-out tables in the mix. An assortment of chairs circle the tables which are all stockpiled with various gingerbread pieces and frostings.

Steve whistles, shaking his head as he b-lines for Wayne in the crowd. “Eddie wasn’t exaggerating about this event.”

“Not one bit,” Wayne says, offering Steve his version of a smile. “Braggin’ rights are on the line.”

“Screw bragging rights. I’m here for the $200!” Max chimes in from across the yard.

“$200? You said it was only $100!” Dustin squawks beside her. “If it’s $200, you owe us more than $25!”

“I didn’t know you four would be here,” Steve deadpans, crossing the short distance to their table. His delivery may be dry, but he can’t deny the warmth blossoming in his chest seeing Max, Lucas, Dustin, and El gathered around a table for something fun for once. He’s not going to tell them that though.

“Boyfriend duties,” Lucas smiles as Max rolls her eyes.

“Are you here to help us too?” El asks.

“Oh, uh, not I’m here to—“

“Steve! You made it!” Eddie shouts appearing behind Steve like some sort of magician. He slaps a hand on his shoulder and leaves it there. To the kids its innocent — one they’re used to thanks to Eddie’s affinity for touch. What they don’t see is Eddie’s thumb massaging soothing circles into Steve’s shoulder blade.

“I’m sorry, you asked Steve to be on your team? He can’t even build legos and those stick together!” Dustin scoffs, shaking his head in that judgmental way of his. “I would have been a better teammate.”

“Hey,” Max scolds, elbowing Dustin in the ribs. “Don’t make me regret choosing you.”

“Yeah, Dustin,” Eddie says, sticking his tongue out. “Don’t upset the team captain who picked you. Besides, building a team is all about balance. Sure, Steve can’t build for shit—“

“I’m right here,” he whines.

Eddie’s thumb digs deeper into Steve’s shoulder blame, soothing a knot he didn’t even know existed as he resumes his lecture. “But he’s going to make up for that in other ways. Like decorating! Right, Steve?”

“Uh…”

The only time he remembers decorating cookies was when he was eight and his grandparents came down to visit for the last time. His Nonna had sat him on the kitchen counter, handing him freshly cooled cookies and a bottle of icing, telling him to go wild. And go wild he did. So much so that a blue food coloring stain was permanently inked onto the wood table for three months until his parents finally replaced it.

He’s not sure that’s what Eddie is looking for when it comes to decorating, but he’s in too deep to back down now.

“Yeah, I’m a great decorator.”

“Now if you’ll excuse us, we have some gingerbread houses to build,” Eddie says before steering Steve away from the kids and back to the table where Wayne is.

Since they’ve been gone, Wayne’s organized the pre-cooked gingerbread pieces. They’re stacked by size and kind. A giant bowl of white frosting sits in the middle, two pipping bags are already filled, and a dozen smaller colored icing bags line the table along with copious amounts of candy.

“So, what’s the verdict?” Wayne asks, snubbing his cigarette out in the red ashtray at the very end of the table.

“Mr. Moore brought in another ringer,” Eddie seethes, collapsing onto the bench next to Wayne. “You know Flora? She works at the bakery on Main. Well, apparently she’s close friends with Moore all of a sudden.” Eddie rolls his eyes. “She’s practically a professional! It should be illegal!”

“Well, that ain’t seem fair, but nothin’ we can do ‘bout it,” Wayne says, patting Eddie on the shoulder. “‘Less you wanna get disqualified again.”

“Again?” Steve asks, brow raised.

“It was one time four years ago and it was a bad call, okay!”

Unfortunately, Steve doesn’t have time to ask Wayne for the details because an older lady is shouting into a megaphone she doesn’t need judging by her shrill voice. “You have two hours to execute your build,” she hollers before sounding an alarm.

As soon as the alarm sounds Eddie and Wayne are off. They work in total tandem, a practice duo who clearly have done this before. Eddie hands Wayne pieces of the gingerbread and he coats them in icing with all the careful, practiced ease of a construction worker assembling a real-life house.

They’ve got a real rhythm going, one that Steve’s hesitant to interrupt as they start assembling the second level based on Eddie’s blueprint castle he sketched out days ago.

“Can you pass me the 2x5?”

Instead of asking questions and distracting Eddie from the moat he’s assembling, he blindly reaches for one of the pieces in front of him.

“No!” Eddie scolds, glaring at Steve. “That’s a 2x3. I need that one.”

Caught off guard, Steve drops the 2x3 on the table causing it to break in half. If Steve thought the glare he got from Eddie a second ago was bad, this one is even worse. The apologies fall from his lips faster than he can comprehend as he gently hands Eddie the proper gingerbread piece.

“Why don’t ya let your boy handle fillin’ the moat,” Wayne suggests, glancing up from the angled roof he’s currently assembling.

Eddie hums in agreement and hands Steve a pastry bag full of icing, instructing him to fill in the moat and make it look like moving water. It sounds easy enough, but Steve quickly learns that everything is challenging when it comes to gingerbread construction.

He manages to get the front proportion filled before an air bubble forms in the bag and a giant blob of blue shoots out onto the moat. A second later the entire bag explodes with a loud pop that has Dustin and the rest of the kids snickering.

“Dammit, Steve,” Eddie groans, reaching for napkins to clean up the mess. “Don’t make me kick you off the team!”

“I’m sorry, Eds,” Steve says, trying his best to help mop up the mess he’s made while still salvaging the blue icing. “Maybe the kids were right. You should have picked a better teammate.”

“Hey, now,” Wayne scolds. “None of that. S’your first gingerbread build. S’hard thing to do. Eddie’s first year was a disaster.”

Wayne mumbles something else after, but Steve can’t hear him over Eddie’s interruption.

“Wayne’s right,” Eddie says, turning to give Steve an apologetic gaze. “M’sorry. I just really don’t want to lose again this year.”

Steve may not know a thing about gingerbread houses, but he does know a thing or two about wanting to win. That one little sentence is all he needs to hear to tap into his competitive side. If winning is what Eddie wants, then dammit he’s going to help them to victory.

With thirty minutes left, things are tense. Teams are bickering, gingerbread houses are starting to fall, and the wind is picking up sending candy bits all over the place. Steve can tell the pressure is getting to Eddie who alternates between crafting his detailed gingerbread villagers and shouting orders at Wayne and Steve. His complaints over Steve’s candy placement are background noise at this point.

The roof is barely holding it together and Eddie’s shouting about how Ms. Sanders clearly sabotaged them by giving them a broken icing recipe. A bit of quick thinking on Wayne’s part and a slight change to Eddie’s original design keeps the thing together.

With the structure saved, Steve lets his attention drift away from the cobblestone street he’s assembling with rock candy and glances up at Max’s table. El’s arms have turned a shade of green he didn’t even know existed. Dustin’s face is more frosting than skin. And he’s pretty sure Lucas’s arm is stuck in the middle of the gingerbread house Max is shoveling frosting onto. It’s obvious they’re struggling, but Steve can’t bring himself to care. Serves them right for being assholes to him earlier.

He’s considering taking a page out of Dustin’s playbook and going over there to gloat but decides against it. There’ll be plenty of time for all that when they get crowned the winner in a few short minutes. Turning back around, he finds Eddie kneeling on the bench, tongue sticking out and trapped between his lips. He’s the picture of concentration as he slowly lifts a gingerbread flag to the top spire of the castle.

It’s almost completely secure when a gust of wind rips through Forest Hills, sending a round peppermint soaring into the air. Steve watches as it glides in the breeze until a second gust picks up whirling it straight at Eddie until it smacks into his eye. He wobbles on the bench, hands searching for purchase but there’s no use. His body lurches forward and in an instant, he falls directly onto the castle.

Steve doesn’t think he’s ever going to forget the sound of a hundred pieces of gingerbread crumbling at one time. 

“No, no, no, no, no,” Eddie groans, burying his head in the crumbled remains of the castle.

“Christ,” Wayne swears, reaching for his pack of cigarettes. He lights one with ease, exhaling smoke into the air before reaching his free hand out to pat Eddie’s back. “S’okay boy. Least we got closer than ever before.”

“Wait,” Steve says, tearing his concerned gaze away from Eddie’s crumpled form. “This happens every year?”

Wayne nods, a gruff laugh escaping his lips. “Your boy always comes up with great ideas, but tends to crack in the final moments.”

“I don’t crack,” Eddie whines, pulling himself from the wreckage. His eye is already turning a light purple shade from wear the candy collided and the rest of his face is littered with icing and cookie crumbs. “It was the wind's fault.”

“This year, but last year you started celebratin’ too soon and—“

“We don’t need to relive the details!”

Before they can argue, an alarm blares and the older woman from earlier is shouting to put the gingerbread down. There’s a round of applause and lots of moaning and then everyone is up and moving.

“Come on, gotta check out our competition,” Wayne says, peeling himself up from the bench.

“What’s the point? We’re clearly not winning.”

“Definitely not,” Steve agrees, gazing around the structures on some of the other tables. He’s two seconds away from joining Eddie in embarrassed shame when he lands on the disaster mound of gingerbread on Max’s table. Maybe it’s mean, but he really can’t help but laugh. “Look on the bright side, Eds. At least ours isn’t the worst one.”

“Steve,” Eddie sighs, yanking his head up from the table. “Have you seen our wreckage? We clearly are the biggest losers. I mean look at—“

Before Eddie can finish, Steve grabs his chin and forces his head to turn in the direction of Max’s table. It takes a second for Eddie to recognize what he’s staring at, but when he does, his beautiful laughter spills out of him until he’s doubled over on the table again.

“You know what,” he wheezes, gripping his eyes. “You’re right. At least we’re not losers like that.”

“Want to go make fun of them?” Steve asks through his own laughter.

“Absolutely!”

[moonlightazriel]

Caring /// Azriel X F!Reader

Summary: “heyy! can i get an azriel x reader fic where she’s taking care of him like cleaning his wings and washing his hair and all while he tells her about his day? like super fluffy and cute and domestic. thank you bby and feel free to drop this request if you don’t feel like writing it <3”

Warnings: None

Word Count: 970

Notes: Thank you @cityofidek for requesting this, I loved writing it. Fluff Az is everything to me ❤️❤️❤️

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My eyes followed the words on the page, the book Nesta recommended was exciting, a little too obscene but it was the kind of book that made you devour the pages, eager for more as the story progressed. My hand gripped the cushion as the storyline came to an unexpected turn, the lead female having to decided between saving her lover or herself.

I wasn’t aware of my surroundings neither that i was holding my breath until Azriel’s voice sounded in the doorway, my chest rising rapidly as I closed the book, my eyes looking away from the pages and landing on my mate. My mouth fell open and my eyes were so wide that they almost popped out my eye socket.

“Oh Mother, what happened to you?” I breathed out as i kept looking up and down him, he was a mess, he had mud covering his body, some droplets of blood on his face, his hair completely disheveled and a shy smile on his lips.

“We decided to train outside Velaris, maybe fly a little, but suddenly started to rain and Cassian thought that it was a good idea and he started a mud fight.” Azriel eyed me from behind his lashes, like a child trying not to be scolded, my ears finally hearing the soft tapping of the rain on the windows.

“The three of you are really Illyrian babies, aren’t you?” I giggled at him and got up, discarding the book on my previous seat and walking towards him. “Let’s get you cleaned, baby boy.” He happily let me take his dirty hand and guide him to the main bathroom.

He stripped his clothes off while I filled the bathtub, choosing some of my favorite scents and shaking the water to form bubbles, sitting on the side of the tub, I waited for Az to climb in, his big body splashing water as he submerged his head.

He rose again, bubbles on his hair as I reached for the shampoo bottle, applying some in my hand and starting to rub his hair, he rested his head on my lap, I didn’t care about getting wet, as he already had me soaking when he entered the tub.

“How was your day my love?” My hands gently washed through his locks, his hair falling adorably on his forehead while he kept his eyes closed.

“We didn’t feel like training in the House of Wind today, so we just headed to the woods.” I lifted my eyebrows, they loved the space and how practical the sparring ring was there.”

“There was something wrong with the House?”His eyes opened a little and his cheeks were colored on a bright red, i leaned down, kissing the tip of his nose as he looked adorable that way.

“Nesta and the Valkyries wanted to do solo training, so she kicked us out.” I snorted and he smiled, picturing Nesta with her hands resting on her hips while she sent them away. “So the woods seemed a good idea, we used to go there to train when we were young.” I removed the shampoo and grabbed a cloth, soaking it with soap and moved, getting behind him to clean his chest and wings.

Azriel’s lips parted and a breathy moan escaped him, the cloth dragging on his wings, rubbing the spots where the mud had dried out, I knew that his wings were sensitive in a sexual way, but in these intimate moments, where we just did something together and listened to each other, this kind of touch never turned him on, he just hummed and enjoyed the comfort he would feel as my finger slid on his wings, the feeling of love suffocating the lust, he felt safe when I did that.

“We were doing a intense training when the first drops of rain fell, and suddenly it was a whole thunderstorm, the heavy drops soothing my sore muscles. Mud start flying everywhere as our feet hit the ground.” My hands got down his chest, cleaning his collarbone and shoulders, his head turned to the side and he placed a kiss on my arm. “Then Cassian fell on his ass, Rhys and i stopped and started laughing at him, you should have seen his face, he was so mad that he grabbed a hand full of mud, throwing at Rhysand, and he just did the same and we ended up hiding in the woods trying to hit the other.”

“Did you win?” His smile widened and he opened his eyes, looking at me.

“Not to brag, but I’m sure Rhysand and Cassian are still removing mud from their mouths right now.” I giggled and he rested his head against my arm.

“I knew you would beat those two losers.” I joked and Az laughed, his chest rising and the sound reverberating on the walls. “I think you’re all set, mister.” I said getting up and heading to our bedroom to find something for him to wear. He showed up behind me, the towel wrapped around his waist while he dried his hair with another, I gave him his clothes and got to the bathroom to clean the mess.

Changing clothes, I hopped on bed with him, pulling him closer until his head rested on my chest, one of my hands resting on his back and the other one caressing his hair, I could feel the slowly rising of his chest as he started drifting to sleep, his tired body gaining it’s deserved rest as i hummed, singing to him, a melody that I heard once the bond snapped, the kind of melody that tells me that I finally found my home.

[penvisions]

from grief to grace {javi g x reader drabble}

Pairing: Javi Gutierrez x Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Summary: Determined to work through your heartbreak, you end up spacing out until your boss comes to check on you.

Warnings: hurt and comfort, break up, heartbreak, asshole boyfriend, negative language, degrading language, disrespect, um idk if there's anything else?

A/N: written for @iamasaddie as part of their writing challenge 2.0! decided to go literal with the prompt of 'javi's blue jacket' and pick javi g since i've never written for him before. the genre i was given was hurt/comfort and the prompt was 'will you tell me about it?' i had so much fun with this even if i took an angstier route (apparently that's my thing lol)

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You were trying to concentrate on threading the needle, but your hands were trembling, and tears were brimming. Sighing, you set the needle’s pointed end back into the pin cushion atop the desk, beside the jacket you had been attempting to fix.

Footsteps echoed down the hall, and you quickly picked up the notebook you had scribbled Javi’s measurements on, double checking them against the thin white lines you had drawn onto the fabric as you heard him enter the room.

“Okay, my apologies, that meeting ran a little longer. It was unexpected.” He clapped his hands together, seemingly done with that part of the day and more than willing to move onto the nest.

“Th-that’s okay, senior.” You tried to sound normal, but your heart sank when you realized it hadn’t been convincing enough.

“Is everything okay, you do not seem like yourself.” Javi’s cheerful tone had dampened, worry creeping into him as you could feel his eyes look you over completely as you sat frozen at your desk. No doubt taking in the way the jacket that was supposed to be ready for him to try on was sitting in front of you in pieces.

“I know, I’m sorry. I’ve been too slow on this jacket, senior, please accept my apologies.”

“I am not worried about the jacket, I am worried about you. You’re crying, querida.” He intoned softly.

Quickly raising a hand to wipe at your cheeks, you were startled to discover that you were crying. The tears having fallen to the fabric you were supposed to be working on. Damp spots decorating the bright fabric. It was a mustard yellow, the color deeper where you tears had landed. You frantically tried to rub the wet spots off, patting at them with a tissue from the box near the edge of your desk.

“Oh shoot! No, no, no, I will fix it, I swear.”

“No need,” Javi strode further into the room, kneeling beside you to take your hands in his. They looked so small in his, the freckled tan of his feeling warm. “I worry for you, tell me what’s wrong?”

You shook your head, aware of a few errant tears flying away at the motion. You wanted to keep it inside, to not ruin the day or be the cry baby that vented to their sweet, understanding employer.

“I’m okay, I swear.” You wouldn’t look directly at him, knowing his wide brown eyes that glittered in the sunlight would make you spill the news far too quickly if you were to gaze into them. You always had a soft spot for him, for the way he was endlessly kind and wore his heart on his sleeve. Something that had been a thing to tease you over, from both your friends and your – well now ex – boyfriend.

“Will you tell me about it, querida, please? I will do my best to make it better, whatever it is.” He beseeched in that deep baritone he had, his hands squeezing yours reassuringly.

“My-my boyfriend, h-he broke up with me. He said he was embarrassed to tell his friends I was a seamstress.” You sputtered, the ache in your heart making the words flow from you to your boss. He was always so kind, so thoughtful. You hadn’t wanted to tamp down on his sunny and excitable demeanor today of all days. He was preparing to host a viewing festival, indie film makers from all over the world would be there and he had requested you to work overtime if you wanted to. You had taken him up on it, even in the wake of the breakup. You needed to save as much as you could to cover the down payment for a new place, your ex not too prideful to kick you out of the one in your name that he had moved into. “He ki-kicked me out of our apartment, I have nowhere to go.”

You felt a tug on your arms and you leaned into it, your bottom thudding on a plush pillow Javi had pulled from the nearby couch. He took you into his arms carefully, on the watch for any signs that this was not the way to go about this. But you went willingly, your arms going around his neck and your cheek going to his chest. You breathed in deeply, one of his hands rubbing up and down your back soothingly.

“I’m so sorry, mi amor. Why don’t you let me cook for you or take you out to a lovely dinner, mi amor. To help get your mind off of things. You can stay here in the meantime, there are countless rooms here for you to have.” His voice vibrated through you, comforting in how it caressing your ears at the same time. You could only nod, not trusting your voice to be more than a warble of nonsensible words. You tightened your on hold on him, feeling safe for the first time all week.

-

The next morning you woke naturally, the sunlight filtering in through the sheer curtains over the windows. You had opted to stay in, too nervous to be out in public lest you run into your ex. Javi had understood completely, whisking you toward the kitchen after he had dried you tears. Glasses of wine were shared over the course of making dinner and during. Two led to three led to four and you found yourself slow dancing with the graceful man in the kitchen once you had finished. The soft sounds of the distant ocean paired with the oldies flowing low from the radio too tempting. He whispered how he would never treat you in such a bad way, how he would always take care of you, make sure you were happy and healthy.

When he offered you a room again, you had been emboldened by the wine and casual touches. It urged you to lean up close to him, hands still around his neck from dancing to ask if his room was available. He had answered you with a deep kiss, his hands wide on your back as he licked into your mouth. He had assured you he was a man of honor before offering you a pair of pajamas and settled into his plush bed beside you. He hadn’t done anything more than tangle his fingers with your underneath the covers before you both drifted off to sleep.

Smiling to yourself, you stretched out. A moan bubbling up as you felt a few kinks work themselves out in your back. You felt heat rush to your cheeks, the sound so dirty in the warm bedroom. But when you looked over to the other side, you were the only one in the bed. Your eyes flashed to the pop of neon color on the bedside table.  

There was a post it note atop the alarm clock, blocking the display of numbers from view. Javi’s script penned in ink, a message for you.

‘Mi amor, I had to leave early but did not want to wake you.

Please join me for the festival if you’re feeling up to it. Just ask my assistant for a VIP pass.

I will bring home something for dinner. I hope you got some rest last night, please take it easy today.

Yours, Javi’

You liked the sound of that. Home.

[bbiemochi]

Hiii can i request natsume, leo, and ibara [separate] with a s/o who goes to a different school? They decided to pick then up one day as a surprise but the reader didn't tell anyone about their relationship since they didn't want to ruin the idol's reputation? Thank you!

𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚕 𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 | various enstars characters

[an]: yes, yes, hello there~ tysm for requesting, lovely ! sorry if this took a while, a lot of things have been keeping me busy these past few months ToT hope u didn’t wait long!

summary: it was time to head home, rest your little heads, enjoy your time for yourselves, for your boyfriend, this case was easy, but for you…it was the opposite, as the two of you live separate schools.

pairing: natsume, leo, and ibara x g/n!reader [ separate ! ]

genre: fluff <33 slight!angst

NATSUME SAKASAKI

IT HAD BEEN LONG TIME since natsume had been able to head home early first after idol practices. surprising to others, but not for the two switch members—as they knew exactly why his priorities to head home first after school. they know he was supposed to stay behind at his secret spot in the school’s library, but for some reason, he plans to always walk out first after school activities. sora and tsumugi both noticed how natsume was always in a hurry to scurry out of the academy like he was chasing after a sale’s in a grocery store

somewhere in reimei academy, a school somewhat a rival school to yumenosaki’s reputation—there stands a lovely individual named y/n. they were calm, collected, also very kind. everyone knew their name, even reaching to yumenosaki itself—it perks interest to others, and that includes natsume. it didn’t take long enough, as natsume one day announced to his unit that he was officially in a romantic relationship…with someone not from yumenosaki, but from reimei. the reactions of the two were opposite, with sora gleefully cheering ‘hooray! congratulations, master!’ out loud with his glimpse of positive expression, and tsumugi calmly congratulating their leader along with wishing the best for both of him and his significant other.

sora notices everything from the beginning. after all, the youngest member could see the small sparks of color. he would note of how his master would often screw up during practices (it wasn’t like him, and it was the first time sora ever saw the leader mess up a little badly), and sometimes space out at break time with ruby colored cheeks. natsume would even like to bring up ‘that’ name from time to time if he could when starting specific conversations. y/n, he remembers it as clear as day. after a week or so, sora asked the leader that one question he’s been longing to ask; “master, are you in love?”

the small glimpses of red mixed with a light pink glitter dusk of color floated around natsume like a wave—the vision was obvious to sora like the back of his hand. tsumugi had to scold sora whenever he would disturb the leader’s work, yet he knows what the jumpy blond was saying was true (and clear).

natsume had figured what they would react at first, however when announcing that his s/o was from reimei, it was tsumugi who let out a question first while sora just smiled. “they’re from reimei academy? you mean our rival school? and where eden studies? oh well…good luck to the both of you. y-you should be careful, though…fans are wild these days, i suggest you don’t get caught by them or else we’ll be facing a lot of trouble…” tsumugi says, looking over to natsume who had just finished reading a book. the red head shot tsumugi a perplexed look, shutting his book back into his bag. “and why is that? is it because the person i’m datiNG is just a normal student from reimei acadeMY?”

“well…” a single finger scratches across the male’s cheek, hinting an expression of nervousness, “i suppose that is the reason as well but not frankly? i’m sure natsume-kun already knows what can happen if you’re caught—

“and do you have any conclusION to why would i caRE if it did happen, tsumugi?” tsumugi’s sheepish smile disappears upon hearing his friend’s unexpected words, astonishment lingering in his feelings. sora’s mouth shaped into a curious ‘o’ as he listened into the conversation. a facepalm hit onto his face before natsume finished tidying his bag and slinging it over his shoulders, ready to head out of the library.

“it really doesn’t mattER to me…as long as they’re beside me, that’s aLL that matters..” was the last thing he muttered to his unit members before heading out of the library, leaving the two on their own. “i’ll be leaving the responsibilITY to you, tsumugi. close the library if you’re going to head home. see you two tomorROW.”

the afternoon sun shone among the grounds—whispering wind blew across the ears of others like rumors. natsume was quick to head over to reimei academy before y/n heads home. most afternoon hours after classes have ended in both academies, the two prefer to meet up somewhere quiet where less students visit in order to keep their dates private. tsumugi was not incorrect when he stated that idol fans these days are a little wilder than before—the things they do with the power of media is already strong enough to ruin one’s reputation. however in natsume’s case, he gives zero shits about what’ll happen. his personal life is his, and is supposed to not concern his fans as it is none of their business.

he had already been through troublesome times, including the renaissance of the war from last year in yumenosaki—where times in the idol course were much rougher than today. natsume wouldn’t really call his reputation ‘ruined’ today after he was claimed as an eccentric thanks to ex-fine’s works, but that was all a fabric of the past, he no longer wants to acknowledge of what is now history. even as a so-called ‘magician,’ natsume is wise of what will likely happen in the future—and that includes with his relationships. y/n, is somebody he adores and admires. his first love. they were gentle towards him, and that just made him more weak than ever.

sora was right about how the colors surrounding his atmosphere was lovely, like two birds meeting on a wire. a personification of somebody in love, the child was intelligent. till today, natsume wasn’t sure if he could still focus clearly on his daily life after deciding to work as an idol in a prestigious school. who would’ve thought an eccentric could easily find love from another academy?

at the gates of yumenosaki, a ring from natsume’s phone buzzed from the inside of his pocket. and what do you know, it was a notification from his lovely y/n. just in time, so he could ask them where they would meet up this time after classes. hurriedly opening the message, natsume was quick to read on what was written: “hey, natsu! im at the back gate of your school…! =(^.^)= sorry, i just don’t want other students to find me..”

‘they’re where now??’ natsume turns his head to where the back gate was supposed to be, and sure enough he wasted no time and ran straight there, avoiding other students who greeted him on his way. one thing about being an idol is that fame will eventually start growing one by one, from being known by a specific appearance or being known by a specific song. natsume grew to be familiar with these stereotypes as he is now an idol aching to reach for the top along with his unit. of course, he wouldn’t be so aching if it wasn’t for his lover’s help and courage…

near at the back gate where he stands, turning his head from left to right in order to see a familiar face he’d kiss. natsume did his best to avoid the gazes of the other idol students walking by him, he didn’t want to be stop by them just because his unit made it to the big stage the day before. not when his lover’s right over here somewhere, probably hiding as well. from plain sight did he spot y/n, face looking concerned as they glanced down at their phone. natsume waved at them, smiling as he did. he was happy they were here…although, there was something odd about y/n. they didn’t wave back like they always do upon seeing the switch leader, instead when they had spot their boyfriend waving towards them, y/n bashfully looks away—pretending to look lost.

it was natsume’s turn to grow puzzled. were they avoiding him? he doesn’t get it, they called him here. the clock strikes once again, now even more students were exiting outside of the building—from third years to the second years, everyone exited outside, chatting as loudly as before. natsume payed no mind to them, and nonchalant did he walk towards his lover who was ignoring his presence. they look sweaty, probably feeling nervous of how natsume began walking towards them with speed. yet, who cares? this was natsume’s business to occur after all.

the crowd paid no attention towards the two when natsume grab hold of his lover’s hand—surprising them. the familiar face of their boyfriend’s face came upon view, and y/n winces in shock. “heLLO, love…you must enjoy texting me to find yOU and ignoring me like tHAT.” natsume’s hand pulls them next to his side, ignoring how other students began to watch the two lovebirds walk away. a sheepish surprise came upon y/n’s expression when they saw natsume drag them out from the school complex like nothing had happened—they were definitely going to be a center of attention after this.

hand he holds tight, y/n hesitated to pull away, however the male did not take the signal. they knew natsume was bold in doing stuff like this out of in public, there were these times where he was a little shy…though right here at this very moment, it was as if all his confidence boosted right there, holding y/n’s hand tight in his.

“n-natsume wait…! slow down…! someone might see—

“that doesn’t matTER, now does it?”

the way y/n’s eyes shifted towards his view would forever become a core memory in his head, playing all and all over again like a broken record. the expression he wishes to see for the second time, natsume did his best to hold in an unbothered expression for his lover to see; ‘there’s nothing to worry about.’

“you’re beside me. i’m not beside the others, i’m beside you. they’re not dating me, i’m dating you. what my personal life is, is not theirs. it’s now become yours.” his hands tightened around their touch, warm and soft. his cheeks flared up, but he continues.

“it doesn’t matter whether i lose my repuTATION or not. as long as i’m with you, it’s enough for me.”

IBARA SAEGUSA

AS EXPECTED greatly of one of the biggest idol units in reimei academy, once again eden had made it to the big stage, satisfying their fans in every step they take towards the top of everything. with hiyori and jun going their own paths as always as eve, nagisa and ibara both had their own plans to dominate as adam. despite eve having more fans, adam has much more brighter ideas when it comes to taking over the whole stage platforms.

nagisa chuckles, “this wouldn’t have been easy without the help of the one and only…”

ibara saegusa

always at his excellency’s service when needed. no matter how far he is, ibara will always stay by his leader’s side. when it comes to ibara, there will always be one thing of how the other idols think of him, eden exception:

“oh saegusa-san? he’s kinda scary..he frightens me..”

“a scumbag, that’s what he is.”

“h-he can be pretty nice…! you just don’t want to…get under his skin…”

“if i hear that name one more time i will not hesitate to throw a plate and slice it clean with a kitchen knife one by one.”

the way others view him never really mattered much to ibara. of course, he has his owns ambitions and profit to care about other than nagisa’s well-being. he was even cocky to even accept if someone called him a scumbag. he knows he’s one.

however

other than nagisa, there was also one person he cares about knowing how they view him.

there’s been a rumor going on around the reimei academy campus, of an unfamiliar individual with a light shade blue of a uniform much different than theirs waiting nearby the gate. two students spotted them once, yet it seemed like the person wasn’t up into striking a conversation with them at all—in fact just sheepishly walking away, pretending like they weren’t standing near the gate from the beginning. this happened almost for a week straight—the odd encounter didn’t take long before words from others mouth began to circulate around the whole academy, even landing on the unit eden themself.

while others reaction were just collected, just highly suggesting they were merely just walking pass by their school, ibara had a much more different reaction. just the opposite of boredom, he felt refreshed and excited of whom that person may be. nagisa was complexed, however he no longer acknowledges of what his partner was doing behind the back of his head in secret.

this day, ibara heads home earlier than his other unit members, which is strange. jun would often note that ibara most of the time would spend his remaining break along with nagisa in talking about their work or plans for their unit, how they’ll be answering in interviews, idol scheduling, song recording, etc. yet this time after practice, all he did was wave his excellency a farewell and left without saying anything else. hiyori also found this strange. when the male turned to ask nagisa of why ibara was heading home early, the leader of eden just laughed, and pressed a finger on his lips, a sign of a secret.

the afternoon view was warm to gaze at, from the orange cotton candy clouds thicker than before from the grasp of a person’s fingertips to the cold touch to the skin, and the way it’s wind blew across their hair with such a level of perfection given. ibara happily hums as he heads down the street…onward yumenosaki academy.

others might think; ‘what is the ibara saegusa of eden doing walking towards his rival school? does eden have another business discussion with the school’s student council?’ yet the reasoning was way too far than that. a smile that reads chaos is what they’d describe whenever ibara would place a hand on their shoulders and ask if it was already class dismissal in the yumenosaki building, all for their choices was to say ‘yes’ or ‘no’ in order for them to stay away quickly from the male. what they didn’t know, was that ibara was just excited to see a certain someone exit out of the building.

with some small gifts in hand and a cheerful grin plastered on his face, ibara hums a small tune from his lips as he waited near the main gate—ignoring how the other students looked at him confused. it probably was rare for a reimei academy student to just come up at this school and wait by a nearby post next to a lot of students passing by, trying their best not to act like a rival right in front of him. for ibara, he just really didn’t give a fuck. what was more important right now was one of his favorite people will be heading out soon, and the male just couldn’t wait to tackle them into a large hug.

within the crowded area did ibara began to dive through his search of his lover’s familiar face—just nonchalantly ignoring the stares of other students who seemed to know him and his reputation as a member of eden or adam. his forefinger kept his glasses up on the hem of his nose, trying to avoid bumping into people who was in his way as he searches for y/n.

it didn’t take long when ibara’s lips curled up into a smile, as he finally saw their face along with the number 1 producer in the producer course; anzu, chatting lively as the two were laughing at the whereabouts of their conversation. not wasting his time, he quickly walked towards the two and pulled y/n into a hug, laughing proudly while anzu was struck with surprise. “i’ve finally found you, my love! i thought you weren’t coming out of the building yet! so, how was school? i see you’re with miss producer here, were the two of you about to do work??” ibara was excitedly bursting out a lot of random questions out of the blue, in fact he was also very loud as he spoke—even anzu wasn’t able to keep up with his questions without her stuttering.

y/n was more sheepish than ever, blushing madly as the eyes of others began to stare right at their situation with the eden member. the situation was of course, wasn’t going to stop soon unless y/n decides to shut their boyfriend’s mouth from saying anything further. taking his hand (which caused ibara to stop talking), y/n swiftly runs away with ibara to somewhere private and less seen from the other yumenosaki students surrounding them, not without sending anzu an apologetic expression before doing so. ibara too became dumbfounded soon enough after the two lovers hid at the back of the school building where no students can be seen walking around.

small coughs heard, ibara began, “y/n, what was the big deal? i was talking to miss producer, why’d you drag me out like that all of a sudden??” his obvious question swarms towards y/n. looking away, y/n sighs, before looking back at the male, “you were being a little too loud. there were still students out there watching us, y’know? i don’t want them knowing we’re dating..it would be a pain…” the tone that mixes in their voices escalates as fast in ibara’s body to react. he tilts his head, complexed of what his lover had just said, “huh? what do you mean that would be a pain?”

y/n looks away once again, bashfully this time. “it sucks…i don’t want your reputation to fall into dust just because your fans find out you’re going out with somebody like me. being a part of a big idol unit is tough already, you don’t have to go through anything like this anymo—

y/n’s sentence was cutoff short when a familiar pair of lips was landed on theirs—immediately shutting them up in an instant. the kiss wasn’t too passionate nor rough just like how ibara wanted it to be all the time when he and his lover would exchange kisses, it was just loving and reassuring. though he did push himself deeper into the kiss, letting them both lean onto the wall. when he let himself go, y/n took their time to catch their breath while ibara just smiled, still letting them hold on onto his shoulders.

“such idiotic thoughts like that could let you feel insecure around others…listen…” steadily and lovingly did ibara caress his lover’s cheek, making them look at him into the eyes. “if those creatures are my so-called ‘fans,’ then they should be supporting me no matter what, whether i do this or what if they did found out about my romantic relationship with you. his excellency and i worked hard, yes…hiyori and jun as well did, too. those those ‘fans’ would have no idea that it’s me who should feel lucky to have you. not anyone other than my partner knows about my relationship with you…because i knew you wouldn’t like it if i announced it so suddenly…” your boyfriend shifted his curled lips into a small frown.

“not only that but eden’s current idol agency is also against such announcements. it’s annoying me quite a litte, why idols can’t enjoy somethings they want to have since they’re famous. it doesn’t matter if they’re a scumbag like me or not, they need something personal for themselves as well. always being treated like a fan service object on stage for satisfaction is disgusting…” as ibara looked down on the ground, holding you hand that was on his shoulder tight, he once again smiled. “but that no longer matters now…i will conquer whatever goes in my way…just how i conquered you, my love. i don’t care if our relationship gets leaked or whatever bullshit those fans call it. if it’s between you and the unit then…”

before he could even let out an answer, y/n hugged him close, causing ibara to widen his eyes open a little. how long has it been since someone pulled him into a hug? he wasn’t sure…however he knew it had been so long.

“darling?” the new pet name caused y/n to squirm in surprise. “ahahaha…! you hugged me suddenly out of nowhere, my love! ok, c’mere you just pulled the trigger…!”ibara swiftly wrapped both his arms around y/n’s hips, before carrying them up and twirling them around from the hug, laughing so proudly out loud with a grin over his face. it was just the two of them in that area, no wonder why ibara was being so affectionate at the moment. when he was done and put y/n back down, this time a proper hug was exchanged, and ibara happily sighs.

“how rare…i’ve never had this feeling before…other than the feeling when performing with his excellency and eden. heh, you really conquered me instead, my love. i’m lucky to have someone like you.”

LEO TSUKINAGA

STEP 1 in how to not disturb leo when he’s in deep thought of composing a new song is mention his secret lover’s name in the rehearsal room if upon walking in one of his song writing scenarios. the genius just can’t help but perk his ears up like a puppy when he hears that name specifically. even if he knew y/n was studying in another school, leo just can’t help but complain.

“arghh that’s not fair! why do they have to study there instead at yumenosaki?? they could’ve joined the producer course as well so they could be knight’s one and only producer!”

“the leader is whining about y/n again..”

“oh my god not this again.”

“zzz…”

“h-hey! ritsu, don’t just sleep on the floor during practice…!”

not only are the members of knights get a little tired of hearing their leader complain of his lover not being able to study at yumenosaki but at another school, but during practice is sometimes out of the line and it frustrates them, including izumi. he knows their leader would sometimes act like a child, but it’s just the next level of annoying that gets under his skin. despite the orange head being the perfect composer in any song he dedicates and writes to, mention the name of his lover and will he stop and have an hour talk to talk conversation about them.

love is effective to not everyone, but it did affect leo when he met y/n. arashi was the main reason why the two started dating at the first place, when she told the leader that: “you like y/n-chan, don’t you~?” of course those questions would not tame leo to not bold up and say ‘yes i do.’ he was confident enough to show them his feelings, and thank to whoever god existed that y/n liked him back. soon enough, the two were officially going out, and ritsu described arashi as the main ‘cupid’ for the two. nonetheless, he was still happy for their leader’s announcement. thing was…the members of knights had to be careful in hiding the two’s relationship in order to avoid such scandals just like what was happening to kaoru—knights had already been in such scenarios before, they did not want it to happen again.

going back to it, today was more calm than usual—other than practice, there was nothing much to do for the day instead of rehearsing, dance practice, song composing and nothing else. knights was also having the same situation, once in a lifetime not being bombarded with idol work and such, ritsu thought if this was a dream come true. leo however still wouldn’t stop composing for a new song, running away from practice and hiding underneath or behind the school trees planted ahead. tsukasa had to be the responsible to look for him, even if he had no idea that his other unit members were just giving the issue of finding their leader by himself. even if it was a difficult task, tsukasa luckily found leo underneath a tree as usual, pen and papers in hand as he wrote something down.

tsukasa lets out a heavy sigh, both hands on his hip. “LEADER, please get up. we still have practice for today, y’know?” the male says, scooting close to the leader’s side as leo only ignored his presence. still no answer. tsukasa groans, “oi, stop ignoring me and let’s go…practices are about to begin soon.”

“…”

“are you listen—

suddenly, a loud ring could be heard from leo’s pocket, making tsukasa jump in surprise and fall back a little from how blaring the sound was. a smile spreads across leo’s face upon hearing the sound, jump up he did and began to gather his stuff and push all of his papers inside of his bag before running out. tsukasa looks at him, reaching an arm to stop the leader of knights, “h-hey! where are you going?! we have practice!”

“i’m heading home early! leave practice for tomorrow! i have to fetch y/n from their school as a surprise, you take care of knights for awhile! cya!” leo yells back to him, running away towards the school gate, leaving tsukasa standing near the tree.

the feeling of fresh wind blowing through the orange head’s hair felt so invigorating to his face. maybe because his current expression was a rush of excitement as he ran towards his lover’s academy, just in time did the alarm rang from his phone the second he heard the tune. the adrenaline pumps through his veins the moment he saw students rushing outside the school gate, and leo was more than happy to see the familiar face of y/n walking out along as well.

leo merely ignored the way how the other students gasped and let out squeals when leo walked by their presence, while he just continued walking straight to y/n who was busy typing something over their phone. if he wanted to surprise y/n for sure, then he’ll need to hide from behind; is what he’s thinking. crowds at this hour are taking over so it won’t be too much difficult to sneak from behind and scare his significant other, yet there’s also this one part of him who just wanted to call their name loudly in joy.

and what did he choose? well, yelling of course.

“Y/N~! OVER HERE!” the echoes of his loud call caused y/n to immediately turn their head to where it had come from and turned pale upon seeing who it was. their eyes was wide, and the phone they were holding fell down on their palm due to astonishment. realization came in second when the now sheepish y/n tried to ignore leo who was obviously calling them, yet to no avail when the male was quick to run over by their side and tackle them into a tight hug, laughing aloud. y/n stammers, anxiously looking around if there was an audience watching around, and for once they were right when they spotted a group of possibly friends looking over at the both of them.

“ahaha..! y/n, i finally found you…!”

“l-leo?? w-wait, this is not a good place to do these sorts of things…!” y/n begins to push leo away from their side, making leo contort his face into an obvious complexion. the male frowns, pouting, “hey, what’re you pulling away for?”

“just…hold on follow me there…” y/n finally managed to grasp away out of leo’s tight hug and walked away to the back, leo following happily from behind. there were still stares and murmurs everywhere as they walked, leo who was familiar with these scenarios, paid them no mind. however, y/n was being squashed by them like butter. at an area where the location was more private (and away from other students), y/n sat down on one of the benches and pats the seat next to them, signaling leo to take a seat as well. leo obliges, and hurriedly made his way there.

upon sitting down, leo was straightforward to ask, “is there anything the matter? are you alright?” but, y/n decided to stay quiet and take a sip from their juice box. leo frowns more, “hey, what’s the matter? you look gloomy unlike earlier before i called you..”

“why didn’t you tell you were coming over to fetch me?”

“i wanted to surprise you! that’s all! sorry if i did surprise you, ehe!”’

“aren’t you scared of all of this?”

leo stops talking. “huh? what is it you mean?”

“i mean…you’re a famous idol now…a leader of a famous unit and…a well-known composer for idols. if people or even worse, fans, found out we’re going out then, i…we’ll be going through something not as one, but as the both of us…” y/n quietly fiddles with their fingers, eyes darting away to avoid contact with their boyfriend who was curiously glancing at them. “i don’t wanna be a burden anymore to your problems just because i’m between your life. even if you do like me, you shouldn’t really focus on me too much…all i do is study, go to my part-time job and that’s all. you’re going to waste your time with a boring person.”

“y/n.” leo leans closer to them, and their face burned into a fury red. “i’ll get angry if you keep insulting yourself like that.” y/n winces. if there was only a few times where their boyfriend would get angry, it would be on rare occasions for good reasons, however for a simple conversation like this—y/n never expected leo to get this serious. “what do you mean a ‘boring person?’ have you ever looked behind your back and see it that way?” a glimpse of curiosity catches y/n in a moment there. “looked behind my back…?”

leo smiles, pressing a forefinger on their forehead before giving it a light flick, “everything i love about you is written all over your back. you can’t see your worth all the time, but i do. y/n, do you really think i’d care about my reputation more than i care about you?” just a simple sentence, yet why did it sound like an emotional proposal to y/n? their heart started to beat fast in their chest, eyes pricking out tiny droplet of not so visible tears. leo lovingly caresses their face, smiling with a chuckle now, “aw, c’mon, don’t look at me like that. i might kiss you, y’know? would you like me to kiss you?” his ask was straightforward, however with a nod of approval from his lover, he didn’t hesitate at all to crash their lips together in a swift moment. the kiss was filled with pride, excitement, rush and a slight taste of red bean paste from a dessert.

maybe this was ok. idol or not, as long as they’re by his side, that was all that matters to him now. nothing else, nothing more.

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a/n: wow i fucking died at the exams but at least i got a high score

requests: closed :(

[nicoline1998enilocin]

''There's nothing wrong with her stutter!''

PAIRING | SEBASTIAN STAN x FEMALE!READER

WORD COUNT | 2.4K

SUMMARY | You get a job offering as a make-up artist for Marvel Studios, and quickly become great friends with Sebastian. He never cared about your stutter, and was always patient when you were talking to him. You grow really close, but when the paparazzi tries to hurt you, he is quick to shut them down in your defense.

WARNING(S) | Light swearing, a little angst in some spots.

A/N | Hi all! I decided to write this one-shot to show everyone who has a stutter and is struggling with it that it is completely normal, and you're absolutely perfect! A really good friend of mine struggles with it everyday, so I decided to share what it is like to live with someone who has it with their permission. I hope you will enjoy it!

Likes and reblogs will be very much appreciated 💜

Main Masterlist | Sebastian Stan Masterlist

Y/N still remembers the day she got the job offering to be a make-up artist with Marvel, it was such a big career move she even moved to New York City to be able to take it. Once she arrived on the set, she found out she would be the main make-up artist for both Chris Evans and Sebastian Stan, who she had both seen in a few movies before. The only thing that did really worry her, was the fact that she had a stutter, usually people didn't react to that all too well. Despite this, she decided to give this a chance because this could be the change she needed so bad in her life.

The first time you met both Sebastian and Chris was an absolute delight, they were incredibly nice. ''Hi g-g-guys, my n-name is Y/N, and I w-w-will be your makeup a-artist for now.'' you said, and your cheeks immediately turned a deep crimson color, and you really wished you could just run out of the make-up trailer and hide forever. ''Hey, I'm Sebastian!'' he said, and he decided not to comment on your stutter, he actually found it pretty cute. ''Hi, I'm Chris, it's really nice to meet you. I'm sorry and I don't mean to overstep, but do you have a stutter? It's completely fine if you do ofcourse!'' he asked, and you nodded, not wanting to embarrass yourself even more.

You did the boys' makeup and they were incredibly grateful, they asked all kinds of questions like where you are from, if you have siblings, stuff like that. ''W-w-well, I'm from a small t-t-town in Florida, w-where I lived with my ex b-b-boyfriend for a few years, and now I l-live here in New Y-York City, by myself. I s-s-sadly don't have siblings, but I h-h-have a three year old son n-named J-J-James.'' you said with a big smile on your face, thinking about your little boy. You don't see his dad anymore because he left after he found out you're pregnant, and he didn't want any of the responsibility.

''Want to know a little secret?'' Sebastian asked you, and you nodded. ''My character in these movies is also called James. I have a feeling this is completely meant to be!'' he said with a smirk and he let out a chuckle, you laughed as well. You have a feeling you would get really get along well with Sebastian, as well as Chris, because they both make you laugh and feel good, so you don't have to worry about your stutter. ''A-A-Allright guys, you're both ready. Have a good d-d-day on set today!'' you said and you started cleaning up your makeup kit for now, so you would have a clean space to work off of if they needed to be touched up.

The next few weeks were great, and you got to know both Chris and Sebastian pretty well, but there was this undeniable friendship between you and Sebastian. He never said anything about your stutter, but always carefully listened to what you had to say. He never interrupted or finished your sentences, which is something you absolutely hated, and it felt like a relief that he didn't do it. ''S-Seb? I want to say thank y-y-you for being so patient w-with me and my s-s-stutter. It is a r-r-relief that you don't interrupt me or fill in w-what I want to s-say.'' you say with a little flush on your cheeks. ''Ofcourse doll, I know how much it bothers you that people do that, but it doesn't take much effort to just be patient. Besides, I love hearing what you have to say!''

You were so grateful to hear him say that, it felt great to have someone in your life who didn't fill everything in for you, you can think and talk for yourself thank you very much. By the time the end of filming rolled around, you really got close with Sebastian, and you often ended up talking in his trailer for a little while before going home, where you talked about everything and nothing, the good and the bad. James was usually at daycare, but when he got very sick during the day, you had to go there in a hurry. By the time you got to your car you found it had a flat tire, and you didn't know what to do. ''Want me to drive you? I'm done shooting for today anyway!'' Sebastian offered and you happily agreed.

''Oh b-b-baby, what's going on? Are y-you okay?'' you asked James when you saw him. He was very pale and warm, definitely spiking a fever. ''He ate his lunch, but sadly he didn't keep it down and he got sick. He has been spiking a fever for a little bit, but it doesn't seem to go down. We're so sorry we had to call you out of your work!'' the lady at the daycare said, but you said it's fine. ''Hey buddy, are you feeling sick?'' Sebastian asked, looking worried at your son. He nodded slightly and he started crying, so you really had to go to the pharmacy and pick something up in order to bring down his fever. ''I'm s-s-sorry, but we really need t-t-to go now. H-Have a good day!'' you said. ''Yeah, you too and again, I'm so sorry!'' the lady said.

Both you and Sebastian hurried back to his car, you sat in the backseat this time, with James on your lap trying to comfort him a little bit. ''It's o-okay buddy, we'll get you s-something for your fever, and you'll f-f-feel better in no time!'' you said to him, softly stroking his cheek while giving soft kisses on his head. ''Sebastian w-w-will drive to the pharmacy and get you s-something to feel better, okay?'' you said, with tears welling up in your own eyes, because you hated to see him in this much distress, you absolutely despised seeing how bad he was feeling. Most of all, you hated the fact that you had to go through this alone, since your ex left you during the pregnancy.

Sebastian arrived at the pharmacy and went in after you told him what to get for James, so you could stay with him in the car. ''Here you go, James!'' he said when he came back, and he brought some of your favorite snacks as well, to make you feel a little better. He drove all three of you to your apartment, and you invited Sebastian in. ''Oh no, it's okay, really! I should really go, if I come with you I'll only be in the way of you taking care of this little guy.'' he said when he softly stroked James on his back with his big hand. ''It's okay S-Seb, really. I could use t-t-the company!'' and he agreed.

After a few hours you finally managed to get his fever down, and Sebastian was making dinner for the both of you so he was able to help. James didn't feel like eating yet, so you could always make him something simple later. ''Allright doll, dinners ready.'' he said, and he put down a delicious looking pasta salad, and your mouth started watering at the sight of it. ''Wow, i-it looks delicious!'' you say and you immediately put some on your plate. You realized you hadn't ate anything since breakfast, because it was hectic at work and when you got the call from the daycare, you completely forgot about lunch.

A few days later, you suddenly notice a lot of notifications on Twitter and Instagram, but you don't understand what it is all about. When you open Twitter, the first thing you see is '' Does Sebastian Stan have a new girlfriend? '' and you click on it. There are a couple of paparazzi photos of you, Sebastian and James from when he was sick, and Sebastian was there to help you both out. You get really nervous because of this, and decide to call Sebastian. ''Y/N? Is everything okay doll?'' he asked when he picked up after the second ring. ''S-S-Seb, have you seen the p-p-photos yet?'' you say and tears start to prick in your eyes. You were afraid that if he saw all the things they said, he didn't want to be friends anymore, you knew he didn't want a relationship for a while. Even though you were definitely not together, those thoughts still crossed your mind.

''Ah, you mean the ones where they say you're my girlfriend?'' he says with a sigh, he was hoping you wouldn't find out what the paparazzi said, since he knew how you felt about those people. ''It's okay doll, I have already put out a statement that I'm not in a relationship, but that we're just really great friends, that's all.'' he said, and you felt a bit relieved when he said that. You thank him and he asks how James is doing, since you had a few days off to take care of him. ''He's really d-d-doing great, and he has b-been asking about you! H-H-He wants to know where m-mommy's friend is, and asked i-i-if you wanted to come and p-play with him.'' you said with a smile, thinking about when James asked for Sebastian. ''Oh, I would absolutely love to come by later today. Is that okay? Maybe we can all go out to dinner together if he's feeling better!'' Sebastian suggested and you accepted his offer.

The three of you were on your way to dinner, and Sebastian got recognized by some fans who wanted to take a photo with him. He looked at you apologetically and asked if it was okay with you. ''Yeah, o-o-ofcourse!'' you said to him and stepped to the side with James, so you could give them space for a few photos. When the fans walked away you could hear them saying something about you stuttering, and you started to feel very self conscious again. ''Seb, m-m-maybe we should just reschedule. I'm s-sorry.'' you said, and James noticed the tears falling down your face. ''No mommy, no cyring! Mommy can't be sad!'' he said while wiping the tears away, which made you smile through the tears. ''Doll, it's okay. There's nothing to worry about, they don't know anything about you. If you want to go home that is okay and I will come with you, but if you still want to go to dinner I would love to go with the both of you.'' he said, holding your face in his hands. He gave you a kiss on the cheek to make you feel better, and you decided to go to dinner.

When it was time for the premier for Captain America: The First Avenger, Sebastian invited you to come along as his plus one. You gladly accepted, you could really use a night out for a change. The babysitter was more than happy to take care of your little bundle of joy, and you got to spend some quality time with Sebastian and the rest of the cast, who you've grown to love during the shooting of the movie. ''Hey Chris! H-how are you?'' you ask when you see Chris, you haven't seen him since the last day of shooting. ''I'm doing really great. I'm kind of nervous ofcourse, but I'll be fine! How are you and James doing?'' and you tell them about how we was sick a little while ago, but he is back to his old happy self now, and really growing up way too fast.

When it was time for the red carpet, Sebastian gently guided you there, and you both posed for some photos. ''Sebastian, how does it feel to have a girlfriend now?'' some people ask, and you are finally done with it. ''He's n-n-not my boyfriend! We're j-j-just really good friends!'' you say and you get angry, but instead of them stopping, they just started laughing and making fun of your stutter. ''Oh please, why would anyone listen to you? You can't even talk like a normal person!'' someone said, and this is what drove Sebastian over the edge this time. ''Dude, what the fuck is wrong with you? There's nothing wrong with her stutter! She can't do anything about it, and it makes her special! It's too bad assholes like you can't seem to get that into that small brain of yours!'' he yells at the guy, and he storms off the red carpet with you closely behind.

''S-S-SEB, WAIT!'' you say, only earning more laughs behind you. You start walking slower and tears are streaming down your face, Sebastian then stops when he hears you sobbing. ''Oh god doll, I'm so sorry for what just happened. I know how you feel right now, and I am so sorry that happened to you.'' he said, and he wrapped his big arms around you to comfort you. ''I-I-It's okay, I'm used to it.'' you say in between your sobs, but it still hurts that they make fun of your stutter. ''No doll, it's not okay, and someone had to set the record straight. I think you're absolutely perfect, and you didn't deserve that. No one deserves to be treated like that.'' he said in your hair whilst he kept holding and soothing you.

''I-I-I'm sorry. I should just go h-home...'' you say and you let go of Sebastian, but he doesn't want to hear any of it. ''Doll, how about we get you cleaned up in the bathroom real quick, and we will just enjoy the rest of the evening with our friends? You really deserve a night out, and those assholes can just fuck right off to where they came from!'' he said, earning a light chuckle from you. ''Okay, b-b-but you can't c-come into the bathroom w-with me!'' you say and the two of you make your way over there. Whilst you walk into the bathroom Sebastian goes to get you a glass of champagne and hands it to you when you walk out of the bathroom. ''T-t-thank you again, Seb. This m-means the world to m-m-me.'' you say and you give him another hug, and this time you give him a light kiss on his cheek, making him blush a little where your kiss just touched him. ''I love you, doll.'' he said. ''I l-l-love you too, S-Seb.''

[legendofmorons]

Time gives you a flower

Rating: G

Reader: gn

Pairing- Time x reader

Genre: Fluff, mutual pining

Summary: Time gives you a flower, and you press it. He is amazed by the other pressed flowers and plants you have.

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Time takes first watch as the others all start winding down... or are already asleep in Sky's case. He pays special attention to your form as you struggle to get your bedroll to cooperate.

He smiles softly to himself, watching your triumphant little wiggle as you cover yourself up.

The fire is warm, dancing and flickering as the others slowly fall asleep.

Time stands from his spot by the fire. He wants to do one last permitted sweep before he settles in for the watch shift.

He walks around the permiter- slow and methodical. His sword at the ready.

The night air is cool as stars come to life above.

He can hear the others moving to get comfortable. And he's just glad everyone is on one place and safe. They've all had a rough few days

As he makes it to halfway around the perimeter, he sees a bit of color among the grass. Bright and stark against the lush green field bordering the forest.

He stops beside the color- a flower.

He's found a flower.

It's pretty, and he recognizes it from his own home. The first of the flowers around it to bloom- it's a violet. The purple is a light shade- but a cheerful color.

He feels a soft smile at the sight. His mind flits to you if all things- how you might look holding the flower.

Oh well- he knows he's down bad. Why shouldn't be think about giving you a flower?

You deserve one after all you've done. Especially today! You had to solo a silver lynel after they got separated.

You deserve more than a flower for that ome- but it would be a start.

Time isn't sure how to give you a flower without betraying his feelings- but he's way more interested in you having it than anything else.

So he picks the violet, gentle with it as he does. He stands, flower still in hand.

He finishes the permiter check, his mind barely focused on it. Thank the stars for muscle memory.

Time sits back down by the fire, stating into it as he contemplates how to give you the flower.

How would you react? Would you be happy and like the flower? Are you allergic to it? He hopes not.

Maybe this isn't such a hood idea-

He hears movement.

Time looks up, gaze landing on your figure as you get out of your bedroll.

"Y/n?" He asks, loud enough to hear bit not enough to wake the others.

"Time." You say, walking towards him.

"What's going on? I thought you were exhausted. "

Your soft smile makes his heart do a funny two step. He loves when you share such a gentle moment with him.

"I am. I just can't sleep." You sigh, moving the last several feet to the log he is on.

You sit beside him. Leaving a little space between you but only a few inches.

"Oh. Well... If you want to talk I'm here."

"I appreciate that but I'm okay. I think I'm just jittery."

"That makes sense... The whole hero gig means you attract trouble- with so many of us...."

"I don't mind. I'm glad we're not alone doing this."

Time looks at you- you who seems to always understand what people need.

"Me too."

You looks at him, eyes landing on the violet. And you aren't sure what to think, it's pretty- his hand dwarfs it of course... but something about the flower in his hand makes you feel all soft.

"The Violet is pretty."

"Oh-!" Time starles before he continues, "I found it. You can have it if you like."

You can feel your face warn- though if asked you will blame the fire. "I'd like that."

Time could kiss you- you just saved him the trouble of figuring out how to gift you this. He won't kiss you, not without consent. He is a gentleman.

But he could.

He holds the flower out to you, watching with bated breath.

You take the flower, admiring it.

"Thank you, Time." You say, and you sound so awed it nearly breaks him.

"Anytime."

"I'll have to press this." You say, more to yourself than anyone else.

"Press it?"

"Yeah, press it! I have a bunch of pressed flowers. With all the shit life throws at anyone, I like to hold on to nice things."

Time shouldn't be suprised. You've always been hood at uplifting people. You would have something to make you happy to- or he would hope so at least.

"Can I see?" He asks.

You grin, "Yeah! Just give me a second."

You stand then, moving towards your bedroll and belongings

Time mourns the loss of your body heat as you leave. But he loves how happy you loon.

You kneel by your pack, pulling out a large book. It's bound in leather and looks well loved.

Time watches you come back, violet and book in hand.

You sit back down. This time, your knee touches his.

"I use the book to press flowers." You explain, opening the book to a random page before setting the violet on the open page- setting it bloom side up.

You close th book on the violet before opening the back cover.

In the back cover is a pressed clover and a pressed daisy. Both are preserved just so.

"Oh-" Time manages, suprised by the good condition of the plants.

"I have a lot of them- more back home."

"How often do you do this?"

"As often as I can."

"They're really pretty ." Time says, though he wants to add that you're also pretty.

"Thanks."

You look at him again, shutting the book gently.

He looks- well his gaze is soft. And he looks so open and relaxed it's hard to not feel special.

The others joke about how you're his favorite- you don't believe them... but moments like this make you wish they were right.

"Thank you again for the flower." You say.

"I'll bring you more of you like."

"I'd love that. Thank you, Link." You day- though you wish you hadn't said his name. That's so personal. What if you made it weird.

Time has to stop himself from grinning, instead he settles for a soft smile. "It's nice to hear my real name."

"Well... Keep bringing me flowers and I'll keep calling you by name."

"Deal."