#mini mac au

[nekohime19]

Mini Mac # 48 : Babies first words

Sav is a lil Savage, Rumble is pouty, and the babies say their first words

Wukong had never thought he would ever say this, but as he ran after his daughter, he kind of understood Heaven's frustration with himself. Even if he was still upset for a number of good reasons he has to admit he felt pity for what they dealt with him. By the gods was it hard to reason with a monkey causing mayhem with their powers. It was like nature gave a sword to a pup. 

After realizing she had powers beyond what she thought, Savage decided to explore her every ability. She shot lasers at the most random time. Transformed without any reasons. And sneezed out clones as mischievous as her. Luckily, Rumble didn't seem interested in his sister's madness. For now, he only watched from afar without manifesting any powers of his own. Thanks the gods for that. 

Wukong finally caught the flickering tiny fish hopping on the ground and put her in a bowl filled with water. Savage swam happily, going in circles. Her powers were a mess. They were chaotic. Going from one to another without any warning. Luckily, she was still too young and inexperienced to use them properly. Her magic always fizzled out after half an hour of use. 

It was a very tiring half an hour though. 

“So is someone going to address the elephant in the room?” Huffed Bajie. They were currently settling camp near a river. Soon, they'll reach the borders of a new village, but for now they were resting. 

“What do you mean?” Asked Wujing with a tilted head. 

“How did the brat get the Monkey powers? I thought she was only related to Macaque?” Silence veiled them after the pig's question. It was a fair interrogation. Wukong wondered the same thing. Technically, the twins were supposed to only carry Macaque's genetics, but somehow Savage had his powers. 

Now that he looked closer, her amber-fur and light-pink heart-shaped mask also looked like his. Not that Wukong was against her daughter having his powers. He was somehow ecstatic about it. But it was odd nonetheless. 

“Did you two had intercourses without us know-” Macaque cut Bajie before he could end his sentence. 

“Of course not!”

“Perhaps it's an effect of the child giving river we weren't aware of?” Proposed Sanzang. A reasonable explanation. 

“Or maybe Macaque's feelings for Wukong manifested when the bud was still folded!” Chimed Ao Lie. Macaque flushed at that, his fur puffing out. He glared at the dragon-horse. Wukong smiled at the sight. 

Savage suddenly poofed out of her transformation and looked up at Wukong with weary eyes. Using magic was tiring. The great sage cooed, he dried her and groomed her with the edge of his claw, and then put her in the crib with her brother. Savage chirped at Rumble and got a hold of his tail, she snuggled it as if it was her personal toy. Rumble chirped angrily but let her do as she pleased. 

Wukong smiled, he petted both their tiny fuzzy heads with the pad of his fingers. They chirped tiredly at him. Then Savage got a hold of his finger and munched on it. Typical, snorted Wukong. The lil devil then looked up and mumbled :

“Pa…aaa.” Wukong froze. He had tried to get them to talk for weeks now. This single word shook him to the core. Rumble looked at his sister and imitated her :

“Pa..” He chirped at Wukong. 

Gods, Wukong was gonna cry. 

“M-Macaque!” He called. The black-furred monkey stopped arguing with the other and came over. 

“What is it?”

“Pa!” Chirped Savage as she munched on Wukong's finger. Macaque froze. 

“Pa…?” Repeated Rumble when he saw the both of them frozen still. 

Macaque immediately scooped up the two furballs and nuzzled them, drowning them in kisses. Wukong brought Macaque and the pups close to his face and nuzzled them, pressing his cheeks against them. 

This was one of the happiest moments of his life. 

The pilgrims watched the sweet moment with soft smiles. “Or perhaps, it's Savage who recognized Wukong as her father and thus inherited his powers.” Added Sandy. 

Later on that night, Wukong drew this scene in his sketchbook. He drew a lot of the cubs and Macaque in it. Scenes of their everyday life. Of silly things that happened. This was something he cherished more than anything.

+ cut scenes

Savage *swimming as a fish* : 😆

Rumble *watching her* : I will not be part of this madness😑

 

Fun fact : Now, Savage use the word "Pa" on Wukong when she's in trouble. She knows it makes him melt.

Fun fact : Now Wukong is trying to get the twins to say "Dad" for Macaque.

[guitarbomb]

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[kyri45]

Aww! I'm picturing the next night after Wukong made the bed bigger. Wukong stays up late hoping Mac will join him but losing hope. Mac sneaking in at 1AM hoping Wukong is already asleep and won't notice him cuddling up to him. Wukong still awake and trying his very best to hide it so Mac doesn't get spooked and runs.

He’s the little spoon (and also his warm stove)

Shadowpeach Bio Parent AU (PREV / FIRST / NEXT

Honestly I just needed a context for the next update and this anon vision was like sent from heaven. This is the calm before the mini-storm. Many frequently asks will be answered in the next 3/4 updates.

I see a lot of people asking the gays to kiss. I more than agree and I’m the first who would want that. I also must say though that, at this point, forgiveness is still in the process. Trust, at least from my ace perspective, should be earned gradually and with both sides not enforcing the other, but letting the door open so the other can take their time to step forward.

Maybe I’m just talking aimeless, but all of this to say that we need more platonic /queerplatonic cuddling in general media.

[alicedusstuff]

Quelques Cryptic Hunter au car j’y pensais, et j’avais envie de faire une pause avant de retourner bosser. Je penses que je dessinerais plus de mini Mac une prochaine fois, ou plus de past Wukong. L’un ou l’autre.

A few Cryptic Hunters at the because I was thinking about it, and I wanted to take a break before going back to work. I think I'll draw more mini Macs next time, or more past Wukong. One or the other.

[suhnshinehaos]

NO REGRETS | l. jihoon

synopsis : the one where you and your college band reunite for the ten year anniversary of your debut album pairing : woozi x gn!reader genre/s : mini smau, band au, angst, maybe some fluff who knows taglist? send me an ask or reply to this post :)

inspired by : fleetwood mac’s silver springs

part one | part two | part three

from reese, with love <3

my current series are all fluff, time to add some angst to the mix hehe will this have a happy ending? will this have a second lead? i don’t know and you don’t know hahaha anyways thank you for reading! as always, i would love to know what you think. all your replies/asks/rbs are much appreciated! hope you’re doing well and taking care!

[lagt-duck]

Inspired by @nekohime19 amazing mini Mac au

THE BLOSSOMING OF THE BABIES

I highly suggest going to their account and read all the story plus the memes, it's an adorable serie! (Also I hope I did justice to the kiddos fur)

Oh and read their other FICS as well! Personally I fell in love with their writing thanks to "the heart behind the lie"

Also have the photo without the modifications

Because why not. Look at my tiny sketchbook

[peachburger]

Yeah Mac has sickles in this vers-

I guess this is sorta an AU??? Idk lmao but I’m glad y’all like these fellas(also MKs design is still WIP so in this mini comic that isn’t his official design)

Also Macaque refers to Wukong as Monkey king as everyone does, but obviously the golden fur simian doesn’t enjoy it and tries making him call him by his old nicknames or his actual name since the two were open for each other back then

[doomsdaybby]

chapter two: a late night conversation. laundromat!steve au x fem!reader mini series. you can find the blurb and chapter index here 🫶🏻

content/warnings: strangers to lovers, barely any plot (no twists or turn, just watch two cuties fall in love), no use of y/n, soft!steve, steve is such a sweetheart, eventual smut (not this chapter), she/her pronouns and physical female descriptions used for reader character throughout.

word count: 2.6k

(feeling majorly frazzled and super defeated with this one so if you like it it’d make me feel so good if you let me know 💖)

Steve Harrington held on to that walkman in an iron grip. Of course he did, physically and metaphorically. As soon as he appeared back on shift bright and early the following Monday morning, he rewinded your Fleetwood Mac tape with utmost delicacy, assuming that he had done no further damage.

Your beat up walkman and headphones sat safe and sound locked in a counter drawer all weekend whilst Steve had some well deserved down time. Though that downtime was spent being impishly pestered by Robin and Nancy. The moment the pair had made it official, he spent more time with Nancy than he had during highschool, and of course she acknowledged that too. Steve didn’t think about it too much, though it felt easier now, an ease in the atmosphere around them where they knew one didn’t have to impress the other.

Between swapping crumpled dollars for handfuls of loose change and handing out laundry detergent as if it was going out of fashion, Steve attempted to work clumsy wonders on your walkman. Although the cassette door was wedged open indefinitely, and despite Steve’s best efforts to get the damn thing closed, it cracked in three more places once he pushed too hard.

“Fuck” he scolded himself under a breath, catching his thumb beneath the plastic once the eject button completely lodged into the edge. “Just making it worse, you idiot” he says with his thumb nurtured against his tongue.

Steve didn’t really like to admit it, but he waited for you to walk through that door the following three days. Cringing at himself when he would throw his head up at every shrill of the bell that rang throughout the laundromat. He died a little more every time, where was his self respect?

It wasn’t until his rotational graveyard shift that Thursday night that you decided to reappear, a graceful silhouette sauntering through the fogged up doorway, although the fatigue weighed heavy under your pretty eyes, shoulders slouched forward in a laze. Steve was slumped over the counter rather similarly, worn-out gaze tracing the rhythmic tick tick tick of the clock hands reading 12:50am.

“Hey, sparky” your voice rings in his ears, crystalline, full surround sound clarity in all of your worn-out glory. Steve attempts to stomp the creeping blooming of butterflies in his chest at the second mention of his new nickname, greeting him as politely as you could muster as you haul a weighted laundry bag over your shoulder.

Your sneakers squeak against the tattered linoleum flooring that was maimed with permanent muddy scuff marks and age-old water stains. The late night was on the colder side, dark gym shorts sitting high on your exposed thighs leaving you somewhat bare to the elements, Dad’s oversized Talking Heads sweatshirt pooling at your wrists and waist in an attempt to make up for it. But it was a dry night, clear, the navy sky twinkling with endless strings of the brightest stars that could only be seen this far away from the hustle and bustle of any major cities.

By the way the corners of your eyes crease and forehead crumples deep lines into your soft skin, Steve almost feels drained on your behalf. You offer him a weary grin, one corner of your lip higher than the other as you display two rows of pretty teeth whilst approaching the counter, slinging the rather hefty laundry bag up onto the chipped wood.

“What’re you doing here this late?” he asked with a clear of his throat, standing a little straighter now as preoccupied fingers fiddle absentmindedly with the handle of mesh polyester. His tender voice was laced with that genuine consideration again, like he really cared, as if he actually wanted to listen to your answer.

“Could say the same to you,” you cradled your aching head in your hand, cheekbone resting heavily on the heel of your palm, the other shielding your tired eyes from the too-harsh lights flickering above you.

“Well, old man Thomson owns the place. He likes variation, for some reason. So I kinda work whenever he schedules me. Thinks it’s better for the customers” he stumbles a little, especially when you don't take to his lightheartedness, and Steve winces with the ache it causes for a moment before moving on. You were clearly exhausted.

You lift your head a fraction to crane your neck over your shoulder, surveying the empty laundromat, eyes flicking back to Steve to bear a look he’s seen far too often on Robin. “Hey, I don’t make the rules,” he relaxes this time, grin tightening the corners of his lips as he holds his hands up in surrender.

You exhaled a whisper of a laugh through your nostrils with the quirk of a brow, “Better you than me,” you shrugged, chin tilted upwards to observe the creeping potted ivy suspended to the right of Steve’s head, a little worse for wear with the leaves browning at the dry edges.

“Been busy,” you continued, finally answering his greeting question, “Didn’t realise how many of the clothes I’d boxed up had been sitting in the back of my closet long enough to smell like my Granny Flo’s damp basement”.

Steve wrinkled his nose, frowning at the clear visualisation, almost compelled to lean his nose down to take a good sniff of the laundry bag sitting mere inches away. But that would be weird, far far too weird, so he very wisely decided against it.

“So you thought that one o’clock in the morning would be the perfect time to sit in Hawkins’ second best laundromat for an hour or two?” Steve’s voice is light, friendly, and warm. His chestnut eyes sparkle prettily as you shift across from him to weigh your head heavy in your hands, palms anchored against the apples of your cheeks, eyes closed and lips puckering pink and supple.

“You also still have something of mine” you cock your head, heavy lidded but open just enough to peer at him again, bones quadrupled in weight beneath your skin. The laundromat was warm considering the time of the late March night, a stark contrast to the cool stillness of the night outside, despite the low purr of the A/C that rattled the vents in the ceiling. It was an all-encompassing weighted blanket that had the promise of sleep become all too beautifully tempting right now.

“Oh… yeah” Steve cringes, pointer finger running along the freshly healing wound at the base of his thumb pad that he had clumsily self-inflicted. He toys with the fly-away chocolate strands at the nape of his neck with one hand and the collar of his yellow sweatshirt, bitten nails scratching at his hairline, the other searching for your walkman stored in the counter drawer.

“I tried to, uh, fix it. But, I think it’s past saving” Steve murmurs, his chest deflating in sheepish defeat as you fold your arms neatly over one another, pushing yourself forwards on the tips of your toes to trace your eye-line on his movements towards your beloved walkman.

Former beloved walkman.

Steve stretched out his hand across the counter, your fingers brushing along the back of his hand to his knuckles as you took it from him carefully. He was warm, really warm.

You stared at the cassette player in your hand, it was even more busted than you remember, coming to the swift conclusion that Steve would never make a gifted repairman. Though the effort was well appreciated, it fizzled somewhere between your ribs, the knowledge that he did something nice for you. You couldn’t remember the last time someone was so thoughtful towards you, half expecting it to be in some landfill miles away by now.

“I’m sorry, I'll help you get a new one. I thought it looked like an easy fix but honestly I don’t know what i’m doing and-“

“Thank you, Steve” your kind smile set his soul on fire, high points of your cheeks lifting with gratitude, cutting off his panicked rambling and he’s muttering something along the lines of ‘if you’re sure’ and another string of apologies that you weren’t listening to too closely.

“Could I ask a favor?” You interjected politely, gaze sweeping back towards the boy behind the counter who was already eyeing you curiously. You were very much aware of the attention he paid you, especially when he acted like he wasn’t just ogling in your direction. The corners of your mouth upturned on instinct when Steve’s spotlight wasn’t burning you from the inside out, fighting back a small smile, a rush of gentle heat swarming at the very center of your chest.

“Sure, sure. Depends” he remarks, a humorous lilt within the response, heart rate slowing back down to a somewhat normal pace, grateful for the u-turn in conversation. Your cheeks rippled with smile lines at that, recalling Robin’s previous remark about him not being much of a ladies man anymore, so what else would he have going on to fill up his schedule?

“I still have some stuff to move into my apartment from storage. Think you could give me a hand with it? On Sunday?”.

Steve is silent for a moment, drooping his lower lip and sporting his best ‘I wonder what’s on my schedule’ face, it may have driven you away for good if he immediately sprung to an overwhelmingly zealous agreement like he ached to.

“Twenty bucks. Please?” you offered with a sing-song trail of a slightly bouncy plea, the last word ringing so fucking sweet in Steve’s ears, topping it off with a candied glossy-lipped smile and an innocent bat of your lashes.

“But, you also don’t have to. You can say no” you followed in a hurry when Steve blinked at you blankly, tone matching the dreary picture painted on your face once again. He floundered much to nobody's surprise, sucking a sharp and not-so-subtle inhale through the nose as he witnessed your face flood with rain clouds.

Steve still pretended to think about it for a second, head cocked to the side and glinting eyes surveying the ceiling, your face softening with his playfulness. There were three more moths that had met a tragic demise in the warm yellow light above him.

“Twenty bucks?” he queries airily, enjoying the rounding of your hopeful eyes and the tender purse of your lips as you nodded at him. Steve’s elbow slides further along the counter, tapping three rhythmic fingers against the tip of his chin, and within this closer proximity you could smell the earthy pine of his cologne. But most prominently, Steve Harrington smelt like lemons, particularly freshly squeezed lemonade you get at the fair; all the tooth-rotting sugary sweetness and citrusy tartness that made your toes curl.

“Maybe pizza, too. If you’re lucky”.

“Now that is an offer I can’t refuse” Steve shot his pointer finger in your direction. In complete truth, Steve’s off days were rarely penciled in, weekends were mainly for acting as the kids personal chauffeur, with Sundays reserved for giving Dustin the odd driving lesson if he was feeling generous.

“You’re a gem. Eddie should already be over to help too”.

Eddie? Munson?

Steve thought he had contained his inner monologue, but by your sudden puzzled expression and raise of a brow, he had actually spoken out loud without thinking.

“Yeah..” you drawled out slowly, a scoff hidden within a brief laugh. “You know him, right? Is that… okay?”.

Fuck. There was that look again. Unnerved, taken aback. Steve wasn’t wracking up many ‘you rule’ points on Robin’s made-up scoreboard, one that she only made to emphasize the utter disaster that was now his sexual magnetism; himself and the poor souls he attempts to flirt with meeting at opposite poles.

His cheeks flare a deep scarlet pink, eyes wide in a brief panic as he stutters out, “Yeah… yeah! My god, of course. Sorry, I didn’t realise that you two would know each other since you’ve only just moved here.”

You eyed him quizzically, and Steve was certain that you could hear the bellowing thud of his heartbeat amongst the dull electrical humming of the jarring amber lights above you.

“We’ve run into each other a few times over the years” you answered the question that he wasn’t asking out loud, but Steve didn’t really need to know the details.

‘How do you know Eddie Munson?’.

You had met Eddie one Saturday afternoon in the trenches of summer ‘87. Where the July sun sears your exposed skin akin to sizzling bacon in a hot oiled frying pan. Hawkins in the summer was your favourite time to visit. Considering it was such a small town, Roanoake, Indiana was an even smaller town. Approximately 1,600 people compared Hawkins’ ballpark 30,000 a mere 45 miles south.

Though it was just a little over an hour down the route 24 interstate, your 1972 Ford Pinto could only make a handful of trips before the grinding metal on metal with the odd sputter of suffocating black smoke began puffing in dramatic intervals from the exhaust pipe.

Barely a quarter of an hour from the closest sign of civilisation - a lonely billboard sporting ‘The Warzone! 5 miles’ in a faded grubby army green - you shuffled through the mountains of business cards, maps and other paper junk you had forgotten about in the passenger glove box.

Wayne’s Autopoint. Your Dad shoved the flier in your opposing hands with a roll of your eyes post your first journey down to Hawkins amidst the big move, now thankful for the fact that you didn’t let your stubbornness win you over. Stranded in the middle of nowhere at 3pm in the mid-July heat with only a gulp of lukewarm water left sitting in the cup holder was not on your to do list.

Eddie Munson pulled up beside your beat up car in a tow-truck - that was at least two decades old - a half hour after you’d punched in the garage number, kicking up copious clouds of dry dirt road that stung your eyes and tickled your nostrils.

You could say from there that the rest was history. Having to sit in the stuffy repair shop that only had one singular rusted overhead fan for the rest of the day allowed you to air out what seemed to be your whole life story to Eddie.

“If you ever need any help, uh, you know where to ask” he told you with an authentic grin, one that radiated twice the heat of the summertime. Spirals of flyaway hairs that had fallen from the low bun he had messily thrown it up in frame his face picture perfect, damp rag ringing in his oil slicked hands.

Despite Hawkins being so much bigger than Roanoke, you were almost surprised how run down the majority of it seemed to be, as though it had been blissfully forgotten in its only time capsule, an antique at the very back of the shelf left to collect dust.

“Sunday?” you searched Steve’s eyes, studying the flecks of honey gold that mixed with cocoa brown, another request that he had no reason to mull over again whether as a joke or not. You felt lighter then in his presence, when he turned to reach for the fancy branded laundry detergent - the lemony scented one that smelled similar to him - bobbing his head leisurely in agreement.

Steve guided the box towards you, digging out some loose change from his jean pockets that almost weighed him down, and he enjoyed the playful narrowing of your eyes when you waited a second too long for a vocal answer.

“Sunday”.

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a/n to say that I really dislike this chapter, but i’m feeling really rusty so I hope that I start trusting myself a little more when I get back into the swing of things. so if you enjoyed this I would really like to know 💖 it would make me feel real good to get some feedback

tag list: @the-fairy-anon 🫶🏻🧚🏻‍♀️

dividers by @inklore

[bookskeepers]

the bakery worker - tadashi yamaguchi

a/n: oh boy my first piece of fanfiction (not actually but like in the good ol' tumblr format at least). of course, in honor of my first piece of tumblr fanart, it's with yamaguchi because he's so soft and he would fit this perfectly, i think (and also i hope this happens to me one day since i work at the wfm bakery and lik e... it'd be so very cute) -- also it's short because first piece and idek if people will even like this and i debated between 3rd pov and 2nd pov for like 30 minutes before writing it so oops

also i relaly hope i characterized yamaguchi right bro

cw: whole foods; gn!reader (and hopefully appearance neutral too so you can really imagine yourself as the reader ahahahha)

pairing: college au --> whole foods market worker!reader x college!yamaguchi tadashi (he's in america! who knows why)

word count: 1,074

i made the fancy liner thingy myself

A sweet treat never hurt anyone, right? he thinks to himself as he approaches the automatic doors. A blast of cool air greets him as he steps over the threshold into the supermarket. The fruity scent of the produce section wafts in the air, invading his nostrils as he grabs a basket from the entrance before wading deeper into the market.

There are a few people milling around, but the store doesn't seem to be too busy beyond that. It's not like Yamaguchi had many things to get, either -- as a college student, Whole Foods' prices tended to be out of his budget and was reserved for emergency trips only, since it was the only grocery store within walking distance of his apartment. Unfortunately, it's an emergency trip -- he had just returned to the States after winter break, and his fridge was empty. The fatigue of a 16 hour flight is beginning to take a toll on him, too.

He meanders about the aisles, peering closely at the price tags accompanying each item. He pulls two boxes of mac and cheese off the shelf and places them into the basket dangling from his arm. Mac and cheese is, perhaps, one of Yamaguchi's favorite emergency meals. And the 365 brand version wasn't half bad, either. It was no Kraft, but it'd have to do.

Soon, he's added more items to his basket -- a jug of milk (always whole), a carton of eggs, and some butter. He's perusing the cheese options when a worker asks him if they can help him with anything.

"Oh, no," he says in his accented English, "I'm good, thank you!"

The worker nods before walking away, and Yamaguchi returns his gaze to the cheese. Parmesan's always a good option, and he really enjoys sharp cheddars, but he's not even sure cheese is something he should get at the moment. He frowns slightly before putting the specific chunk he was looking at down and walking away.

Before long, he finds himself standing in the bakery section. He takes his time here, enjoying the pretty sights of each individual cake in the refrigerator. Every now and then, when he has reason to celebrate and extra money to spare, he'd buy one -- his personal favorite was the Boston Creme.

He takes a few steps away from the cake case, shifting his head to look over at the assortment of mini tarts and cheesecakes and other small sweets at the service counter. He's bent over slightly at the hips to take a closer look, because each one is assembled so artfully that he thinks they deserve his full attention. He can feel his stomach grumble slightly at the thought of eating one of those treats. He'd had a long day. He deserves at least a small sweet treat, right?

His focus is so fully on the display that he doesn't hear the worker at first.

"Sir? How can I help you?"

Yamaguchi straightens up so quickly that his back creaks in protest -- even former athletes get plagued from moving too fast. As he opens his mouth to speak, he finds that the words aren't forming in his brain because he's so taken aback by you.

The way the light reflects in your eyes, the way the white chef's coat sits on your frame, the way the black hat holds your hair back. Even though he's unsure about the amount of effort you may have put into your appearance for work, he's starstruck.

"Sir?" you say again. Your voice is sweet, so sweet, like one of the cakes on display. "Can I get you anything?" You're looking at him expectantly, your head tilted slightly to the side. Yamaguchi's reminded of a puppy.

He can feel his face heat up, both in embarrassment and in awe. "U-um, yeah," he says, wincing internally at the stutter in his voice. "Can I get..."

His voice trails off as he realizes he's not quite sure what he wants, but you're standing there so patiently that he doesn't feel rushed. He tears his gaze from you and returns his attention to the desserts arrayed in front of him, peering closely at each one to try and figure out what he wants.

"Still unsure?" you ask, although you're not visible from where Yamaguchi's gaze is. "Take your time!"

He finds himself thinking about how none of these treats would compare to the sweetness of your voice before he quickly shakes his head. He literally just met you. Why are you having such an effect on him?

Finally, he decides on one. "Can I get the mini fruit tart?" he asks, thanking whatever forces are out there for his now-steady voice.

"The four inch or the two inch?" you respond, and it seems so practiced that Yamaguchi is, once again, taken aback.

"The two inch, please," he manages to say after another brief pause of silence.

He watches as you vanish behind the counter, re-emerging with a plastic box. "Just the one?"

He nods, his eyes tracking your every move. As you pull on two blue gloves that fit your hands snugly. As you slide open the door and bend, reaching your hand towards the edge of the case to grab one of the three remaining fruit tarts. As you straighten up and place the fruit tart in the plastic box, closing the lid. As you pivot and walk out of sight, fully gone for several seconds before returning. The plastic box containing his dessert has a label on it now.

You hand it to him with a brilliant smile, and he mentally captures the image in his head. Your smile might just be one of the most beautiful things he's ever seen.

As he takes the box, he notices that the gloves are no longer present when his hand accidentally brushes yours. He can feel his face heat up once more and he hopes he doesn't seem like a total dolt with how flushed he's gotten since the short interaction between the two of you started.

He places the box in his basket and returns your smile with a smaller, shy one of his own. "Thank you," he says and you nod in his direction before turning your attention to the next customer.

As he makes his way over to the self checkout, one thought in his head rings out louder than the rest.

I should come to Whole Foods more often.

[quitealotofsodapop]

Someone will decide go make the mistake of getting Luzhen a toy drum set after seeing how much he likes music. Macaque swears when he finds out who it was they'll regret it

Oh yes, It applies to multiple aus Luzhen XD

Luzhen inherited his love of music from his & Wukong's mother Shíhuā. It becomes very obvious around toddlerhood when he's still getting a hang of this whole "speaking" thing.

Why talk if banging sticks on coconuts more fun?

Mac and Wukong think its adorable. At first. Then Luzhen starts making music with whatever and whenever he can. Spoons, sticks, panes of glass, tin cans, etc. Soon the Shadowpeach parents are hearing Luzhen drum on the side of the nursery nest when him and Yuebei are supposed to be sleeping.

Its ultimately Pigsy who figures out (via babysitting) that the little guy just has a rockstar's energy. And gets Luzhen his first ever set of toy instruments. He gets Luzhen a gaudy-looking toy drum kit for his next birthday.

Luzhen treats his toy instruments like they are his greatest treasures. And he jams out on them when he's in a particularly musical mood (which is always).

Wukong thinks its an amazing outlet for his mini-me! Rock on little man!

Macaque vowes vengance for his 6 eardrums. Will wear earmuffs to survive one of Luzhen's "concerts" - he still wants to be supportive of the cub's creativity after all.

MK 100% encourages Luzhen's musical journey. Luzhen likes to drag the older cubs over so that he can perform for them - its the cutest (+loudest) thing ever. Mei has a bunch of recordings of these little concerts where she and MK are cheering like they're at a big irl performance.

[humorisstoredinthetits]

The Heathers+Veronica play D&D

What a surprise, another random AU that I came up with

So one day the gang is hanging out and JD mentions that he wants to play D&D with them and he thinks it would be fun

Everyone but Chandler is all for it while she, like usual, is being a bitch about it

'Its a nerd game and I'm not a nerd' and 'It sounds boring'

Eventually Mac uses her puppy-dog eyes which makes Chandler relent and agree to play the stupid nerd game

JD DMs while The Heathers, Veronica, Betty and Martha play

He's the kind of DM that goes all out, spending untold amounts of money on minis and other kinds of shit

Eventually the day arrives where they start playing

They enter the room and holy shit JD decked the place out

He put blackout curtains on all the windows and turned the lights off so the room is pitch black besides the candlelight of a chandelier he hung on the ceiling

He put a fancy looking blood red tablecloth over the table

At each seat there is a set of dice in each person's assigned color (The obvious for the Heathers and Veronica, Pink for Martha and Purple for Betty)

They aren't the cheap plastic ones no, they are the metal ones that are as sharp as a knife

JD himself is wearing a gray cloak that covers his face

They sit down and JD begins the campaign

The premise is simple, they are students at a magical academy where a series of murders has happened recently, and they have decided to take it upon themselves to investigate it

However, there is a twist

One of them is the murderer, and it is their job to make it to the end of the school year and graduate, thereby being able to flee the investigation and live freely

Of course, they don't know that the killer is one of them, except for the one who was assigned the role

He starts by going over each of the player's characters

Betty drew a picture of everyone's characters to get an idea of what they all look like and she shows off the picture when they introduce themselves

The Heathers are all named Hecate bc of course they had to have the same name in D&D too

There's Hecate Carnation, Hecate Dahlia, and Hecate Magnolia

(Their last names are all different kinds of flowers bc their actual name, Heather, is a type of flower so they thought it would fit)

HC is a Sorcerer who comes from a long line of powerful magic users and came to the academy like her parents and grandparents before her to hone her skills

She looks pretty much like what she looks like IRL and she acts like how she did in High School, acting superior to everyone bc she thinks she is

She thinks that solving this simple Murder Mystery case won't be a problem for someone as talented as her

So basically she's Claire from I'm In Love with the Villainess

HD is a Wizard (Or Witch ig, the class name is Wizard but she's a girl sooo) who came to the academy to learn the Wizarding arts from the talented professors the academy employs

HD also looks like IRL Duke, but much taller and with longer sleek hair compared to Duke's short curly hair

HD acts as the check to HC's id, being the ego and the one who can rationally look at a situation and make the best course of action from there

She's not very good with emotions, however, and can struggle to act appropriately in emotional situations

HM is a Druid who hopes to get some hands-on experience with the Druidic Work while studying

She is the superego to the other two's id and ego, the one who can look at a situation with both emotion and logic and determine the best course of action from there

She also looks generally like IRL Mac, but she has light brown hair compared to blonde and is a bit less muscular and more well endowed in certain areas

The Hecates joined the investigation as they are obviously the most capable of doing so, and as such they have a responsibility to be apart of it

Veronica is Vadina Siannodel, a High Elf Cleric

She picked Cleric bc she just knew that the Heathers were gonna do some dumbass shit and she was gonna need to bail them out with her healing

She is also the only one of them to pick a non human race

She joked Duke should pick a dwarf bc she's so short and Duke elbowed her in the stomach

She looks kinda like Frieren from that anime (She watched it with Duke around the time JD said he wanted to play so it influenced a lot of her character choices)

Vadina is a model student, the one who always aces her exams and does everything she can to help those at the academy to prove those who didn't want her there wrong

The academy is generally only open to humans and other races, especially half-elves and other mixed races, are looked down upon and by and large not accepted to it

But, because of Vadina's overwhelming academic talent she was admitted despite the prejudice at the academy

But with the murders occurring, many suspect the non-human students of being the murderer, especially Vadina, who many assume to be behind the attacks as an attempt to off her academic competition, and so she joined the investigation to prove her innocence

Martha is Megara Deepcrest, the Warlock, who made a deal with the demon Jami for power in exchange for the occasional sacrifice (animal, not human)

While everyone assumes that she is the one who did it, she knows that it wasn't her bc her patron desires the blood of fauna, not humanoids, and this school ain't big enough for two Warlocks

Everyone is just kinda stunned bc they assumed she would be a Druid or something but they did not expect Martha the Warlock who sacrifices animals in elaborate rituals every full moon to maintain her power

She looks nothing like Martha, she is a tall, lanky figure who wears a cloak which covers all but her hands, which reveal an elaborate tattoo on each palm and her fingers are covered with rings with unknown gemstones in the center

She is not in the uniform of the academy but all the professors are too scared of her to say anything

Finally Betty is Barnabas the Bard

Out of everyone Betty is taking this the least seriously, she heard the stereotype of bards seducing everyone and thought that was hilarious and decided to make her whole character around it

She put all of her stats into making sure that her seduction rolls would have the highest chance of being succesful

It kinda ruins the whole vibe JD had going on but whatever as long as she's happy

Her plan is to figure out who the murderer is then seduce them into not killing anymore

Once JD got all of their character descriptions he had to decide which of them is the murderer

He ruled out Martha immediately because it would be too obvious, he couldn't think of a motivation that would fit Betty's, and Veronica, while giving him a reason to pick her as the murderer, would probably have more fun trying to find them instead of being them

That left him with the Heathers, which works as they had created their characters together as a well-oiled machine, so by throwing a wrench into it he could make it more difficult

He settled on Mac bc he thought it would be unexpected, but then he realized that she is a terrible liar so he switched to Duke who agreed to be the murderer

Duke is smart enough to know how to cover her tracks and has that element of chaos that would make it more fun

HD's motivation is that the wizard track was overcrowded with students who weren't born with magical abilities and were forced to study, and it made it hard to stand out, so she eliminates other students, knowing that the school would turn their attention to the wizarding track, where she would be able to show them how talented she really is and hopefully be placed into higher-level classes

She also knows that even if the other three get suspicious, the other two Heathers would never suspect her and that infighting may allow her to get away with things

**Line break bc tumblr is dumblr**

So from there the campaign starts

They meet once a week, Wednesdays at 5:30 to 8:30 at JD's, Betty's and Martha's house in what became referred to as the D&D room

It starts with the group forming after the 3rd murder this month and an overview of all the evidence found so far

So far there had been 9 total murders over the school year

JD put a dossier on all of the students on the table and had all the players look over it

They quickly discovered that all 9 students had been in the Wizarding Track, but besides that they had little in common

They had a range of academic scores, came from a variety of different backgrounds and had varying social standings

The group came to the consensus that their culprit was probably in the Wizarding Track

They decide to then get a list of everyone currently enrolled in the Wizarding Track from the School Dean, to which Duke suggests that they also find anyone who used to be in the Wizarding Track as well

By doing that Duke hoped to increase the suspect pool and introduce the idea that it might not be someone directly in the Wizarding Track

They get the list from the Dean and in total there are 30 students in the Wizarding Track and 9 Former Students who transferred out

The group goes back to HC's dorm and they discuss the game plan

Vadina says that they need to eliminate suspects one by one and narrow down their options, which everyone agrees too

HC tries immediately eliminating HD form the list, arguing that if she was the killer she wouldn't be part of the investigation, but Vadina counters back that this could be a cover up and a chance for her to mislead them

Duke is sweating bullets and trying to seem as inconspicuous as possible but thankfully both Chandler and Mac stick up for her and even Betty and Martha think it would be unlikely that someone would join the investigation if they were the killer

That discussion stops when Chandler threatens to make Veronica sleep on the couch if she keeps accusing Duke so she backs off

From there, they spend each session looking into one or more of the suspects, interrogating them and comparing their testimonies against the evidence, and eliminating those from the list who could not possibly be the killer

Chandler rolls so many Nat 1s and she swears up and down that the dice are rigged (They totally are, JD and Duke both thought it would be funny to see her get mad over it when she didn't even wanna play in the first place)

Much to JD's horror, Betty's seduction strategy works more often than not and despite his attempts to put a stop to it, she always finds a way around them

JD (speaking as the NPC): "I appreciate the gesture, but I'm not attracted to women"

Betty: "Ya wanna bet?" Out of character "JD, If I roll a Nat 20 and add that with my +5 bonus can I still seduce him?"

JD (Done with her bs): "Sure why not"

Betty: rolls a nat 20

JD (Doing just fine he lied he's dying inside): "You all watch as Barnabas somehow seduces a gay guy, and as JD regrets all of his life choices"

It becomes Mac's mission to make as many animal friends as possible and to stop Martha from sacrificing animals to her demon overlord

Whenever they have to fight an enemy that is even remotely animalistic, Mac tries to roll for Animal Friendship and to make it her friend

Like one time they were fighting this Tabaxi (Cat person) and Mac tried to use Animal Friendship, arguing that even tho its humanoid its still a cat and therefore an animal

She ends up somehow becoming friends with an Owl Bear and she plans to use it to smell some cloth left by the killer and track the killer

Duke acts quickly by sending a quick text to JD while hiding her phone under the table so no one sees saying that she does something to agitate the Owl Bear, sending it into a frenzy which allows Duke to kill it, saving herself

When the party questions JD on that he says that somebody did something to anger the bear

Mac got pretty upset after this so after that session they all went out for ice cream

Over the course of the sessions Veronica becomes more and more suspicious of Duke but no one believes her despite the mounting evidence that points to her involvement

Sometimes at the start of sessions JD will add that another student died, sometimes just a random that they hadn't gotten too or one they had decided wasn't the killer, but sometimes it would be someone they heavily suspected, forcing them to question themselves further

Eventually they get who they think is the culprit and they are arrested and the group thinks they won, only for JD to start the epilogue where he says that because of all of the deaths that she caused, Hecate Dahlia was able to stand out more among her class, allowing for her to be placed in the upper classes and get a better job once leaving university, and that she lived the rest of her life guilt-free for both the murderers and the innocent person she condemned to death by framing them for the murders she committed

Veronica jumps out of her chair screaming that she knew it the whole time but the rest of them didn't believe it and that she was right and they were wrong

Mac, Betty and Martha look betrayed

Chandler storms out of the room and tells Duke that she's sleeping on the couch for a while

Meanwhile Duke and JD are just cackling about how they actually got away with it

Duke ends up sleeping on the couch for a month before Chandler lets her back in

Whenever someone brought it up Chandler would get pissy and they would say "But I thought you didn't wanna play the stupid nerd game Chan-Chan?" and she would only get more pissed off

[nekohime19]

Mini Mac memes

Let's go for Mini Mac memes !!

[snowdice]

Envisage a Better Place to Sleep, Virgil! (Part 2) [Part of the Envisage Series]

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Relationships: Roman & Virgil

Characters: Roman, Virgil

Summary: A collection of mini fics detailing all of the times Roman has found Virgil… sleeping in odd places after moving in together.

Chapter Summary: Virgil goes from best to worst roommate in a matter of seconds.

Notes: Superhero AU, Fluff, Inappropriate Sleeping Places

This takes place after Best Laid Plans and is part of the Labeled Universe.

When Roman returned to the apartment from his superhero exploits, he was exhausted. He’d had to run all over the city because a villain had released a flock of robotic murder birds, and Roman had had to catch all of them before they achieved their purpose. It had been like a city-wide game of Duck Hunt, except Roman had been using his fists instead of a gun and the half a dozen police officers wearing tactical gear took the role of the dog, scaring the birds out into the open, and then picking up the pieces after Roman took them down.

It was now 3am and Roman had class at 8:30am. Yet, he knew if he collapsed into bed right now, he’d be in for a mega migraine in the morning. He’d burned far too many calories and, even though he didn’t even feel hungry at this point, he could feel the effects on his body already. If he slept for 4 hours, he’d pay for it.

So, he forced himself to walk to the kitchen and flip on the lights. He was about to grab one of those horrible, but necessary, energy bars his moms always made sure he had, but then saw a note on the counter.

Calorie enriched mac and cheese in fridge. Blue Tupperware.

-Virgil

“Fucking, bless you, Virgil,” Roman mumbled to himself, turning to the fridge. It was nice to be roommates with someone who knew about his superhero work. The Tupperware container was right there as promised, and Virgil had even put it in one of the microwave safe bowls, so Roman popped off the lid and put it in the microwave. When stirring it halfway through, he noticed there was even bacon in it. Virgil got the best roommate reward tonight.

When the food was warm, he grabbed it and took it to the living room. He fell heavily onto the couch. The couch grunted in surprise.

Roman was on his feet in a second, the fork in his hand going flying, though he managed to keep a grip on the bowl of food. He was even more freaked out when he noticed he had not, in fact, sat on someone. No one was on the couch.

“Uh…” he said, stumped.

But then there was the sound of movement and suddenly dark eyes were peering up at him from the floor.

“You’re under the couch?!” Roman shrieked. There was some space under the couch, enough that he’d thought of getting one of those rolling storage compartment for under it, but there wasn’t that much space. “I didn’t even think you could fit under there!”

Virgil grunted. “Barely.”

“Why do you do these things to me?” Roman bemoaned as his heartrate started to slowly calm. He found he wasn’t tired anymore.

“Why don’t you eat at the kitchen table?” Virgil returned, wiggling back into his place under the couch.

“You are the worst roommate ever!” Roman declared.

“Just eat your mac and cheese, Prince Dumbass,” came from the monster under the couch.

Roman just sighed and picked his fork up from the floor. He considered going to get another, but then shrugged. He was a bit more cautious when sitting on the couch this time and did not get a sound of protest.

He ended up falling asleep on the top of the couch minutes after finishing his bowl of macaroni while his roommate slept below.

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Labeled Master Post.

My Masterpost.

[torukmaktoskxawng]

ok this is based off a female spider fic just not the really barfy ones with hints of your Kayla fic

Ok so female Spider or FS, looks like a mini Quaritch but with Paz's eyes

Her hair is blond on top but brown on the bottom

First work was akey (jakey)

Most likely had a crush on neteyam or lo'ak

Since she has been around Kayla alot sometimes she rolls her eyes like Kayla

If it wasn't for the Blond hair she looks alot like Kayla

Tonowari is the over protective dad, who would never let his princess date

Probably has a crush on Rotxo

Calls Kayla ma, tonowari dad, ronal mom

!!!

If Spider was female, Jake would be in more trouble than he already is.

For one, because she would have QUITE the attitude, especially if she hangs around Kayla more.

But also because Kayla would get a sense of deja vu seeing FS. She realizes Jake abandoned not only his sister but this little orphaned girl, who is almost the same age as Kayla was when her brother abandoned her on Earth.

(Unless you're thinking of an AU where Kayla went with Jake to Pandora and had raised Spider since infancy. Then that's a different story. If that were the case, Spider's first word would definitely be (J)akey because her uncle's practically wrapped around her finger.)

If Kayla doesn't show up until F!Spider is a teenager like in the fic, then I think her first word would be Mac (Max). Norm has to hand over his secret, dwindling stash of chocolate bars to Max after losing the bet as to whose name Spider would say first.

DEFINITELY had a crush on Lo'ak and Neteyam, but grew out of it when she realized she only sees the Sully boys and girls as her family.

Rotxo, however, developes into more than just a crush 👀

Ronal is overprotective of Tsireya, and Tonowari is overprotective of Spider. Kayla doesn't need to worry about either of her daughters cause she lets her mates do it.

If anything, Spider and Tsireya are pretty traumatized with how laid back Kayla is because she overshares all the stupid things she did when she was their age, knowing that her girls can't top what she's done in the past. Jake can confirm.

If Ao'nung found out Spider has a crush on Rotxo, he's going to give his best friend Hell for it. If he doesn't like whatever Tsireya has with Lo'ak, then he DEFINITELY wouldn't like whatever Spider has with Rotxo.

[mayariviolet]

.°⋆.°⋆𐚁 Sasha Braus modern au .°⋆.°⋆𐚁

𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑺 𝑰𝑺 // Sasha Braus

a/n:The second instalment of my Attack on ‘Tunes’ mini series! This is how I’ve been picturing Sasha in a modern au! Here are some headcanons I have for my favourite girl🥺

Her dad introduced her to his music taste when she was little and feeling under stimulated while working the ranch. (See Springsteen, Johnny Cash, and other country classics!)

Sasha’s mom definitely played Fleetwood Mac when doing stuff around the house, driving her to school, etc. It’s kind of been ingrained into her daily life!

Even though she’s been surrounded by very secure romantic relationships, she LOVES angry white divorce mom music. Played it all the time when she worked as a camp councillor!

When she went away for University, she was getting kinda bored of the residence food. So every time she wanted to eat something different she’d find some culture club mixer and eat some of their free food (me too). Anyways, she tumbled into the Korean Student Association mixer and started to really fw kpop! (not featured on this playlist).

She loves TWICE, New Jeans, LE SSERAFIM!

Recently, she went on vacation with Niccolo and her airplane seat was broken so it could only play Latinx music? So she’s been slowly getting into that (Kali Uchi, Rosalia, Bad Bunny). Unfortunately not featured that much on this playlist 😣.

[clementinesandwine]

Snowed In…

✧˖° includes~ fluff Gyutaro x Fem reader; established friendship, suggestive ending, modern au

Gyutaro had surprisingly invited you over to his house to finish an assignment for your biology class. You guys had been partners the entire year, as you sat at the same table, but normally did the work at the library. A friendship had formed due the repeated homework “dates” and other activities you invited him to, like when you wanted him to come to the movies with a group of your friends. Gyutaro really didn’t understand why you wanted to actually be seen in public with him, but he adored your presence and loved that you always included him. He had begun to develop a small crush on you, even though you probably didn’t think of him in that way, and wanted to get closer to you. The only way to get closer to you, he figured, would be to invite you over, since he couldn’t invite himself over to your house.

Leading up to the day you were supposed to visit, he had deep cleaned everything. Even Ume’s room, which proved to be tedious. Gyutaro had also done some food shopping for snacks that you might like as a human. He bought mini mac and cheese cups, oven bake pizza, hot chocolate packets, tea, water bottles, milk, and even bread. Him and Ume had some human stuff, like pastas and spices, for when they felt like experimenting. Overall, though, he really didn’t know how to cook and didn’t want to risk it for the first time you came over.

The day arrived and Gyutaro sat anxiously in his room, second guessing himself because todays weather wasn’t gonna be good. However, the assignment was due tomorrow anyway, so better late than never. You were still home getting ready, feeling nervous to be alone with Gyutaro. Not because you were scared of him, but because you had a huge crush on the boy. In public, it was easier. You could leave at any time if you felt embarrassed. But you had agreed to come over for the assignment and you were sure nothing would happen. You sent him a quick text, letting him know you were dressing like a bum, considering you were only gonna be in the house. You put on some sweatpants and a tight, cropped t-shirt. It wasn’t too short, only sitting right above your waist, an inch or two above the waistline of the sweatpants. Since it was cold, you put on an oversized crewneck and your jacket, heading out the door with a slight blush.

Gyutaro sat smiling at your message, looking himself over. He was already in his gray sweatpants and had a simple black t-shirt on. He grabbed some blankets from his bedroom closet and put them on the couch in the living room, in case you got cold. Of course, the heat was on, but he knew you got cold easy. He was glad Ume had decided to stay at a friends house tonight. She knew about Gyutaro’s crush and would tease him repeatedly as he set up. Suddenly, there was a small knock on the door, barely audible, and he ran to open it. His heart was pounding and he felt like throwing up; you were actually outside his door.

“Oh, its snowing,” he said, as he opened the door. You giggled slightly, hiding your blush behind the scarf you wore. You thanked yourself for being so forgetful when you found it in the car. Gyutaro looked so cute with his hair, half up half down, and a confused expression on his face, you couldn’t help but turn crimson. “Don’t you watch the news? Its supposed to snow all night. I think we will be fine though, I can leave before it starts to get bad,” you respond.

Gyutaro felt terrible. It would be dangerous for you to drive home in the snow, why did you even come see him? Was he actually worth the trek? “Well,” you interrupt his thoughts, “may I come in?” He opens the door and you take off your boots, leaving them at the welcome rug.

“I’m sorry, I really didn’t know it was gonna snow,” he says. You push his shoulder playfully as he leads you into the living room. “Its okay, I know you’re lying. Of course a dangerous demon like you would want your best friend to die in a snowstorm,” you joke. He looks back at you over his shoulder smiling, his daggers flashing at you. When he turns back around, you look him over, eyeing his muscles, which were visible through his t-shirt. Gyutaro was considerably taller than you, and his muscles made him all the more attractive. The gray sweats, black t-shirt, and bun made things even harder. Your heart began to beat wildly in your chest, ears tinged pink, as you began to take off your outer layers.

𓂂𓂂𓂂

A few hours later, the assignment was finished. You held your hand up for a high five, to which Gyutaro sheepishly touched. “Well that was fun, but I should get going before it gets bad out,” you say with a frown. You were kinda glad it was over, being in such close proximity to him was killing you. You were having the same affect on Gyutaro, but he was sad to see you go. He wanted you to stay and maybe even eat with him or watch a movie, but it was best to go early, in case the roads got bad. Gyutaro walked you to the door and gasped when he opened it.

“I guess I won’t be leaving any time soon,” you say softly. The snow was already up to your knees and plows had not even made it down this side street yet. You began to panic, you really didn’t want to intrude. You were well prepared, always having a sleep bag in your car, but the thought of staying with Gyutaro all night made your heart race. On the other hand, Gyutaro was excited. Trying to relax himself, he says, “I don’t mind if you need to spend the night. Ume won’t be home, so you can stay in her room, or I can sleep on the couch and you can stay in mine.” The image of you sleeping in his bed starts an onslaught of dirty thoughts. “Okay, I have a sleep bag in my car,” you say. “I have to put on my boo-“

“I’ll grab it!” Gyutaro yells, immediately putting on his shoes and running out the door. You pop the trunk with the remote and he quickly makes his way back. His cheeks are red and you aren’t sure if its from the cold or if he’s nervous you would be staying the night. Either way, you grab your bag and head back inside. “Let me put on my pajamas, then we can figure out what to do,” you say with a smile. He nods, thankful you suggested something because he had no idea what was next. You walked to the bathroom and pulled off your sweatpants. You only ended up putting on some boxers, keeping your undies, t-shirt, and crew neck on. You liked the mens boxers because they could double as shorts in the house, but it didn’t matter because the crew neck covered your bottom. After setting up your bathroom supplies, you made your way back to the living room, where Gyutaro sat on the couch scrolling through netflix.

He looked back at you and almost fainted. Were you even wearing pants? Of course you were in shorts or something, you would never show yourself like that to him. But it looked like you had nothing on and the blood just rushed straight down. Your thighs looked plush against the hem of the sweater, Gyutaro couldn’t help but imagine his hands running along them. “Did you want to watch a movie?” You ask, plopping down next to him. When you don’t get a response, you add, “I really like horror, but we could watch one of those cringey Christmas romances? Those always make me giggle.” He nods.

“I bought hot chocolate, would you want some? I really like horror, too, but I’m up for a laugh,” he responds. You nod, feeling nervous, but follow him to the kitchen. He grabs two mugs, some milk, and a hot chocolate box. “I’m not actually sure what to do,” Gyutaro says. You look up and see he has his hand on the back of his neck, looking off to the side. “Oh,” you say, “thats okay, I can show you. I can even show you my special ingredient.” He gives you a look of suspicion and watches as you begin to pour some milk in the mugs. “Put these in the microwave, please.”

He grabs the mugs as told, his hand sliding past your own and his vision goes blank. Your hands just touched. You must feel so dirty and he instantly regrets offering this idea up. But you don’t say anything. And you don’t seem to care that he had touched you. This was the opposite though, as you felt like your heart was yelling at you to grab his hand and pull him close. Of course, that was only a thought. You knew he probably didn’t like you like that. “What’s this secret ingredient, hm?” Gyutaro asks. You look up at him again, hoping your blush isn’t obvious. “Cinnamon,” you say softly.

After the hot chocolate is all made and you both sit on the couch, you pick a random movie. You’re shaking too much to really read the descriptions and figure it doesn’t matter anyway, since you guys want something cliché and stupid. “Wow, this really is good,” Gyutaro says. You can only manage to smile at him. Sitting this close has your stomach spinning in circles and you’re not even sure you can take a sip.

You’re about half way through the movie when Gyutaro finishes his hot chocolate, getting it all over the corners of his mouth. You had relaxed by now and instinctively wiped his mouth with your thumb. You look at each other, realizing what you just did, and snap your hand away from his face. But he just keeps looking at you, not speaking. His eyes look soft and you think, maybe he didn’t mind you. Maybe he liked you being this close. Maybe, you think, you should get closer.

Gyutaro can’t believe you just wiped his mouth. You were quite possibly the prettiest girl in class, hell the prettiest girl at university. The prettiest girl he had ever met. There wasn’t any way in this world that you thought of him in that way, he was sure of it. But here you are, watching a movie with him, wiping his mouth, inching closer and closer. Wait. He’s confused. Why are you moving closer?

Suddenly, he feels your lips against his, leaving Gyutaro’s eyes wide open. Did you willingly just kiss him? He couldn’t believe that. When you pull away and see him, you know you fucked up. “I-I’m sorry, you just… you just kept looking at me and I thought,” you start. Gyutaro smashes his lips into yours again, letting his hand find its place at your cheek. The feeling of your tongue grazing his lower lip smacks Gyutaro back into reality, making him pull away.

“Did you actually want to kiss me? Or was that just a spur of the moment?” He asks, hesitantly. Even though you both leaned into each other, he can’t help but think he is tainting you with his dirty hands. How you probably only feel pressured to kiss him. He feels nasty, like he has just ruined his one good thing, and begins to tear up. “Gyutaro,” you say, drawing his attention to you. “I’ve liked you for a long time. I don’t know what came over me tonight, but I couldn’t stop myself anymore,” you say, hands fidgeting in your lap. This can’t be possible. You like him. You like a monster like him. You want to kiss his lips, the ones that hide his shark-like teeth. “Can I keep kissing you?” you ask, not knowing where you are getting this confidence.

He can only nod, and you lean in again, pressing softly into him. Gyutaro swipes his tongue on your lower lip, practically begging for access, which you allow. His hands slowly slide up your thigh, but retreat quickly. The thought that he is dirtying your pure, beautiful body was deafening. You wouldn’t let him go, though. You grab his hand and place it back on your thigh, before swinging it over his lap. Straddling him, you are taller. He looks up at you, breathless, hands sliding up your thighs, along your back. You lean in for more of him, deepening the kiss, until you feel him growing. Gyutaro’s hands are still on you, one on your waist, the other on your cheek, when you decide to grind down on him. He groans into your mouth and squeezes the plush of your waist, causing you to squeal.

“Y/N,” he groans. “What do you think you’re doing, hm?” Gyutaro is unbelievably shy, but wants to make sure you are consenting to this. He needs to know that you really do want him, that you need his lips the way he needs yours. He needs to know that you want to be in his lap. That you don’t find him dirty for enjoying this so much. To Gyutaro, this just can’t be possible.

You grind down again. “Gyutaro, please,” you whine, feeling flustered. Your cheeks are bright and burning, your lower half throbs against him. He runs his hand up the back of your neck, softly grabbing the hair at the base of your scalp and pulls you into another heated kiss.

Part 2 coming soon :)