Is this something or nothing?
The rules of public travel are simple: do your best to stay in your own space, stay aware of your surroundings, and don’t stare at anyone.
Most people adopt the thousand-yard stare, simply staring through the floor or the window until their stop, where they pop up out of their seat (or straighten up, if holding onto a bar), make their way to the door, and wait to exit.
Steve knows the rules of public travel. He’s been bussed to and from Cincinnati too many times to count: the dubious perks of having rich parents who send you off for school.
He knows to stay in his own space. He knows to keep his eyes to himself.
But he hadn’t slept well the night before. He hadn’t slept well for the previous week, actually, and is going off of roughly twenty combined hours of sleep in the past six days.
None of which happened last night.
He hadn’t realized he was tired enough to fall asleep standing up. Hadn’t realized that was something people could actually do, until the bus was suddenly braking and he was flying through the air, no idea what was happening until he was caught like a goddamn maiden in a story, swooning on a random guy’s arm.
He blinks.
Random Guy blinks, then grins. “Well, hey, big boy,” he starts. “Looks like you just fell for me.”
Steve’s brain isn’t currently working, so all he gets out is a string of cut-off curses as he tries to get his feet under him. “Sorry,” he finally says, which feels really fucking inadequate.
Random Guy just shrugs and grins. “Accidents happen.” He looks up, pats Steve on the shoulder, and says, “Well, you’ve got great timing. This is my stop. See you ‘round, big boy!”
Big boy, Steve mouths as Random Guy turns around, feeling himself flush. Goddammit.
And it wouldn’t have been terrible if that was all he’d seen of Random Guy.
But now that he’s been made aware of his presence, Steve sees him everywhere.
Even worse? He sees Steve, and usually winks, which only serves to make Steve blush.
And even worse than that? Random Guy is hot.
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also whats falin doing in the college au. is she also in the dnd club . is she havin fun . tha silly <3
falin's chilling! she's into entomology and zoology. marcille's more of a philosophy/theology major but she met falin through electives and fell for her instantly. love at first sight. u-haul lesbians.
she and marcille have been dating for a while and unfortunately they have become laios' lesbian Parents when he's having his own gay crisis about toshiro. he would come to their dorm at like three in the morning with his favorite pillow because he's in his feefees and falin's just like. sighs, "i'll get the hot cocoa" and marcille says, "i'll get the couch blanket" and they listen to laios vent his feelings about how cool and pretty and out of his league toshiro is and that he doesn't know what to do because he's just some lame broke college student that lives vicariously through their dnd club meetings because he wants to be as legendary as he is in his campaign.
falin and marcille listen to him mope and console him. marcille is just looking at falin like "do you think he's gonna cry himself to sleep anytime soon" and falin shakes her head and pats laios' head, saying "it's okay brother, i'm sure toshiro's just as nervous as you are. maybe he has his insecurities too."
and marcille's like "dude's family's fucking loaded falin, pretty sure his bodyguards have bodyguards." and laios starts sobbing even further. safe to say laios ends up sleeping over at farcilles' for like the thousandth time. marcille is praying he gets over his stupid fucking gay feelings and confess his feelings to toshiro already because not even she herself was this pathetic. but they stay with laios until he falls asleep anyway they barely get any sleep later in the morning themselves.
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✨PJO X SOUL EATER AU
Okay so i’ve had this idea in my brain for a while-
Jason and Nico being a Weapon and Meister duo, where they where forced to team up due to circumstances-
and turn out to get along really well,
a kinda Rivals>Friends>lovers type situation,,
I also have thoughts on other pairs, like Percy and Annabeth, Leo and Piper, The stolls and katie!
idk maybe i’ll draw some more of them- but it you have questions about them and the au plz ask!!
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(re: reqs) it was baby me's dream to have some angst about milos bad luck 👉👈 i dont know how in character thatd be though hehe! current me also thinks you should draw that thing you mentioned about milo and melissa and zach being older time travellers
they are in so much trouble with the time bureau 
to me they are very much Star Trek🤝Star Wars🤝Doctor Who in that order.. channeling this.. Milo, banned from time travel: I think i will become a time traveler :)!
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Batfam Prompt #3
Give me an au where Jason Todd doesn’t die bc he just never becomes/stays Robin.
Like he still found out Bruce is Batman and that’s cool as shit but he tried being Robin for like a week and decided it wasn’t for him bc of how sore and sleepy it made him. (And then he found out that’s what Dick’s mother used to call him and adds it to the list of reasons he’s not gonna be Robin bc Bruce doesn’t have the right to give him the name)
Bruce has been providing Jason with a safe place to live with plenty of resources he could take full advantage of and he intends to do so. Jason wants to learn, to travel outside of Gotham, to do something he enjoys, to help people and give back to his community.
Let Jason be a nerd. Let him enjoy classics and join the school theater. Let him go to college and get a degree. Let him find a profession he’s passionate about. Let him get involved in charity and humanitarian work. Let him have hobbies he does for the thrill or for fun. Let him live the life he could only dream of as an alley kid.
Give me civilian Jason. Give me Jason the Scholar. Jason the Patron of Arts and Theater. Jason the only living Wayne with doctorate. Jason the Gotham Celebrity, beloved particularly by the Alley folk for all he does to help them. Jason the big brother that helps his vigilante sibs with homework. Jason the man who lives his life to its fullest potential
Give me a Jason Todd who gets to live.
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"This is completely irressssssssponsible..." Chase slurs, flopping into Heatwave's lap. "I did NOT! I dunnooooo..."
"Mhm, real interesting bud," Heatwave mutters, crossing his arms tighter around himself. "You're a lightweight, who woulda guessed."
Heatwave doesn't know where Boulder got the engex, but he's willing to bet they made it themselves. They have been sneaking off to work on a secret project lately...
Boulder and Blades are sitting a little ways away on the floor, laughing and talking loudly. Their fields are hazy, far more relaxed than he's ever seen them. And they seem to be having a way better time than Chase or Heatwave.
He's pissed at them for talking Chase into drinking, because that means that he can't. There's going to be a car crash at some point tonight, nothing major, but enough that at least one of them has to be ready to go.
And just his luck, it's him.
Primus, Heatwave needs to get drunk. Too much has been happening lately, he would love to just have an evening to loosen up, but no! Glorified babysitting duty.
"Heatwave. Wave. Wave." Chase is looking up at him, letting his now empty bottle clatter onto the floor.
"What is it, Chase?" Heatwave asks. Thinking about it now, he's pretty sure this is the first time he's ever seen Chase drunk... which means he's probably going to need to assure him he's not a complete moral failing when it wears off tomorrow morning.
"Do I ever-" he stops, scrunching his nose, before breaking out into a grin that seems too big for his face. "Love ya!" He throws his arms around Heatwave's waist and holds him tight.
"Uh, thanks-?" he starts, when Blades' and Boulder's helms snap up, locking on. Oh, of fucking course.
"HEATWAVE!" they shout, before stumbling over to wrap their arms around him as well.
Oh, Primus. That damn car crash'll be lucky if he's able to respond at all.
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