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bluiex · 1 year

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Heyyyyyyy, it's me, Bloop Anon, back at it with their fake dating AU that seems to be possessed by the fluff and crack gods. Please enjoy watching cats interacting with each other bc i miss my cat gosh darn it, i just want to pet her, is that too much to ask? anyway, totally didnt based this off my own cat behaviour, no sireeeeeee

“Jellie, no! Come back here!”

He wasn’t quick enough, she already started to smell the cages. One cat, probably Pearl if Scar remembered how they each looked like, hissed lowly, backing into her cage. Jellie only looked at her before moving on to the next cage.

Maui was much more curious than Pearl, poking his nose out of the cage, making Jellie hiss. They had a staring contest before Grian clapped his hands, making both of them jump and making Jellie hide under the couch.

“Well, that went well.”

Scar gaped at him.

“What do you mean that went well?”

Grian shrugged. “They didn’t try to bite each other, I count that as a success.”

Scar closed his mouth, speechless. If it weren’t for the cages, he was certain Jellie would’ve fought Maui. He was about to express such thought when Grian took out his phone from his pocket and pointed at his room.

“May I call my girlfriend?”

Scar nodded, not quite understand what was going on anymore.

Grian closed the door and Scar could hear the faint conversation. A hiss brought his attention back to the cats, who were having a standoff, Maui’s muzzle still poking out and Jellie sitting on her hide legs, not looking impress.

“Oh no,” he muttered.

He tried grabbing Jellie, but she slipped under his grasp and hid behind Pearl’s cage, much to the gray cat’s chagrin.

“Jellie, c’mere girl,” he called, putting on his baby voice and extending his hand towards her.

Jellie frowned at the hand, tapped it with her paw (her claws were out, if Scar hadn’t retracted his hand, he would’ve gotten a scratch) and walked to Maui’s cage. Scar let out an offended gasp.

“Oh, you little rapscallion! Ignoring your dear old dad like that.”

Gently, he approached her, trying to get her away from those two cats, who were probably traumatized at this point. Except maybe Maui, he looked like he was having a great time.

“Now now, Jellie, no use to be difficult. Let’s just leave those two alone—”

Turned out, Jellie was a smart cat. She hid under the couch before he could grab her, cursing underneath his breath. He was on all four, trying to get Jellie who simply sat on all four legs, looking like your typical loaf of bread, as if she was mocking him. Knowing her, he wouldn’t be surprised if she was.

Grian came out of his room, at a very bad timing, and stopped in his tracks when his eyes landed on Scar.

“What are you doing?”

His accent was more pronounced than usual, catching Scar off-guard. He slowly raised himself on his two legs and gave the blond man a sheepish smile.

“Nothing,” he said innocently.

Grian crossed his arms, eyebrow raised.

“Uh-huh. And I’m supposed to believe that?”

“Yes, actually, sometimes I like to lay on all four and just look under the couch.” He pointed at his temple. “It recalibrates my brain.”

Grian let out a frustrated sigh, shaking his head slightly. He raised his phone and shook it slightly. Scar kept his gaze on the device.

“Just called my girlfriend and we agreed to leave the cats at your place until we come back from our vacation.”

Scar perked up at that, bouncing on the ball of his feet and clapping his hands together. Grian looked at the ceiling.

“I’ll come back with their food and another litter box.” He looked around the room, inhaling sharply. “Not sure where you’re gonna put the other litter box—”

“Don’t worry, I’ll figure that part out.”

Grian quirked his eyebrow, but shrugged it off.

“I’ll still show you how to give their food, and don’t worry, they eat from the same bowl no matter how many times I tell them they each have their own bowls.”

Grian joined him, sitting on the ball of his feet, and opened the cages. His cats immediately went to greet him, purring and rubbing their face against his knees. He cooed.

“You guys be good, alright? Daddy will be back in a couple of days.”

Scar had completely forgotten to ask him when he’d be back.

“A couple of days, you say?”

Grian chuckled. “Yeah, we’ll be out for almost ten days.”

“I hope you guys have fun.”

Grian grinned at him. “Oh, we will.”

He said it as if Scar was in on the joke, if it even was a joke, except scar was never good at understanding subtext, so he simply smiled and nodded.

Maui rubbed his face against Scar’s thigh, making him almost jump out of his spot. He tentatively scratched behind his ears and received loud purrs in return. He smiled softly, petting his ears, cheek, neck, you named it. Grian giggled.

“Aww, he likes you.”

Scar let out a laugh. “For now.”

Grian gently slapped his arm. “Don’t say that, I’m sure every cat loves you.”

Scar laughed at that. “You tell that to Jellie.”

Grian hummed and rose up, letting out a sigh. He turned his gaze to Scar, who was still petting Maui.

“Well, I’ll see you in a bit.”

Scar nodded, still in that euphoria of being chosen by a cat. Grian let out a chuckle, and left the apartment, leaving the residents none the wiser.

-- bloop anon (i am totally not projecting onto scar, what are you talking about? totally didnt make him neurodivergent coded (adhd, autism, anxiety? fuck if i know))

True and real cat behavior

I LVOE THIS AU I'M SO HAPPY YOU'VE GIVEN US MORE!!!

#bluie gets an ask poggers #long post #scarian fake dating au

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masonscig · 3 years

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i like it when you sleep

pairing | mason x sofía

word count | 2.2k

warnings | mention of anxiety, and general murphy nightmares. shameless smut. minors dni

author’s note | had an idea last night and was possessed by some kinda writing gods so here u go! my prompt fill for day five of hot in wayhaven, temperature. this is set sometime in the future where they’re not official and not living together, but they’re a lot more comfortable w each other – idk what book they’re gonna get together so have this vague scene mwah (i have not proofread this so enjoy the mess) also THIS TITLE IS SO LAST MINUTE SJDFJKKDFJ bc of that one song by the 1975 with a full sentence title that is v them

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She hasn’t had vivid dreams in a long time, and she’s not sure if she likes it that way or not.

Her dreams are just vague sensations with colors and shapes that never fully form, sometimes comforting ones that guide her through the night till she naturally wakes.

Other times, the creeping anxiety’s broken her into a cold sweat till she jumps awake, left with the distant feeling of Murphy’s fangs deep in her throat, her scar throbbing, the skin there hot.

Tonight’s one of those nights where she’s already woken up panting after outrunning something without a face or distinct features.

The room’s stifling already, but the air conditioning is on full blast. The old system isn’t nearly strong enough to cool down the apartment to her liking.

She shifts under the sheets again, trying to find a cool patch on the bed.

Can’t get comfortable. Can’t cool down. Can’t sleep.

She rolls onto her back, tracing lines from bump to bump on the popcorn ceiling. Her eyes are dried and each blink is scratchier than the last. Her lids are heavy, but her brain’s fighting sleep.

Mason’s next to her, arms folded behind his head, face gentle – his snores are soft and followed by sighs. He’s at his most peaceful like this.

Grabbing the cup of ice water from her nightstand, she takes a few refreshing gulps, tracing her fingers through the condensation on the outside of it, before tapping her cold fingertips to her cheeks.

There’s not much she can do besides lie there until her brain stops working overtime. Maybe then she’ll slip into the dreamless sleep she so desperately wants.

“Sofía?” He rasps groggily, his voice crackling.

It still gets her when he uses her name so casually.

“I can’t sleep,” she smiles weakly, making no move to curl up to his side.

“Didn’t you take some of that sleep shit before you laid down?” He asks, peering at her through a squinted eye, the other one squeezed shut.

It’s true she’s relied on sleep aids for a long time – but something about this summer’s made her immune to them. The drops she puts in the glass of water she chugs before bed are completely ineffective.

“I guess they just stopped working.”

Mason frowns, kicking the sheets off his legs. He’s wearing the soft shorts she bought him, the ones she picked because she knew the fabric wouldn’t make him want to claw his skin off.

“Did I wake you up?” She asks, rolling onto her side. She shakes her bangs away, brows furrowed.

He shrugs. “Not your fault. It doesn’t take much to get me up anyway.”

“It was the fucking water… I was drinking too loudly,” she murmurs, propping her head up with one hand. “I’m sorry.”

“Nah, I’ve got my fill. I’m rested.” A soft smile tugs at one side of his mouth. “Thanks for letting me crash here.”

“You’re always welcome here. You know that.”

He rolls his eyes. “I don’t say thanks often, and when I do it goes unnoticed.” He stretches, the taut muscle rolling beneath his freckled skin.

Her eyes widen. “Oh wow, you really did. Four leaf clover moment.”

He shifts so that he’s on his side, too, inches away from her. “Nothin’ lucky about me.”

“Now’s the part where you say ‘I’m lucky to know you, Sofía’,” she jokes, squishing his cheeks together with her free hand, his brow quirked while she’s tugging his jaw open and closed.

“That’s a given, sweetheart.”

Closing the gap between them with a grin, she presses a kiss to his parted lips, giggling when he darts his tongue out to lick her.

“You’re so annoying,” she laughs, trying to roll away from him, but he just wraps his arms around her, nuzzling his nose into her neck.

“Don’t I know it.”

They spoon for a little while (she’s not sure how long), the ceiling fan whirring above them, the grasshoppers chirping relentlessly outside of her window.

The sweat’s still coming, even more so now that she’s cuddled up to him.

She tries and fails to reach her phone that’s on the other side of the nightstand, so Mason leans forward to tap her dark screen. The time is in big bold letters at the top of the screen, and despite her reading it four or five times just to be sure, it doesn’t change.

“I’ve gotta be up in a couple hours anyways,” she sighs, fully planning on brewing a pot of coffee and inhaling it throughout the entire day. “Might as well get up and finish the book I was reading.”

“How many hours?” He asks against her neck, kissing the scar there to punctuate his question.

“Three, I think.”

“You can fit a good nap in right after,” he chuckles, still buried in the dark sea of her hair between them.

“After what?” She asks, but it comes out more of a sigh when he suckles and nips her shoulder.

“After I fuck you senseless.” Her stomach flutters, her thighs clenching. He doesn’t beat around the bush, that’s for sure.

“Mason, you don’t have to, really. I’m a big girl – I can handle being tired for a day.”

“You’ve gotta patrol tomorrow, right?” His lips are pressed against her ear now, and his hands are splaying across her stomach.

He’s right. Tina’s cousin is visiting from out of town, so she jumped at the chance to relieve her for the night. Should be a huge regret, honestly, but she can’t bring herself to feel that way.

She sucks in a breath when his fingers inch past the waistband of her shorts, past the elastic of her underwear, past the trimmed hair above her folds, settling there with a slow swirl of his middle finger.

“Yeah, I do,” she’s already panting like a fucking fool – she can’t help what he does to her, though.

No one’s touch has ever made her feel this way.

“Gotta be well rested to protect the town.”

“Mhmm,” she agrees, groaning low when he adds two more fingers and picks up speed, rubbing her off at a furious pace.

She should be embarrassed by how fast he makes her come, but considering orgasms with Bobby were few and far between, she’s greedy with them now.

Once she got a taste of being thoroughly fucked and pleasured, she became shameless in collecting them from Mason.

Sucking her earlobe into his mouth, he nibbles the soft skin with a soft pant of his own. Her hand’s on his cock already, palming him through the thin fabric.

He slows his hand, setting an agonizing pace this time, and she’s rolling her hips to try and climax, but it isn’t working.

“Mason, please –”

“Begging already? We haven’t even gotten to the good part yet,” he breathes into her ear, pulling his hand from her shorts and bringing it to his mouth, sucking his glistening fingers over her shoulder.

She whines, barely able to see his tongue dart in between his fingers from her peripheral. “I wanted to come –”

“Impatient ass. You will soon enough,” he smiles into her shoulder, kissing the freckled skin there this time.

She feels the warmth of his hand between her legs, and she’s expecting them to sink into her, but instead he’s hastily tugging her shorts and underwear to the side, hiking her leg in the air.

The fabric rips, and he’s got the audacity to chuckle like he didn’t just ruin her favorite pajama bottoms.

“Hey, those are my favorite –” she barely finishes her sentence when he teases her with his tip, running it up and down her heat.

His hand’s holding up her leg from the knee when he pushes into her.

The sweat rolls down the small of her back – the heat had become an afterthought the second he touched her cunt.

He circles his free arm around her waist, tugging her back till they’re skin to skin.

His hips begin to roll, stroking in and out rhythmically, and all she can do is lie there slack-jawed.

“Oh fuck, that’s so good.” She’s praising him in his favorite way – complimenting him through the pleasure – and that always excites and motivates him.

“Yeah? You like when I fuck you like this? Tell me,” he huffs shakily while he tries to keep his voice even.

She knows she’s got just as equal of a grip on him as he has on her. He’s begrudgingly admitted in the afterglow that he’s never fucked like this before, with both lust and affection intermingling.

“Yes, yes, please, just like that,” she chants, eyelids fluttering shut when his hips snap harder and harder, his arm tightening around her waist.

She digs her fingernails into his arm to anchor herself while he fucks her relentlessly, and he grunts into her ear when she starts bucking her hips, fucking him back.

Her sleeping shirt’s almost completely damp on the back, and it’s gross. Thankfully, they’re in sync, so he helps her slip it over her head, immediately cupping her tits and toying with her nipples.

He’s still fucking her like their lives depend on it, and he’s pressing hot, wet kisses to her back, shoulders, neck… and tweaking her nipples with an expert hand…

It’s too much, and she’s overstimulated, clenching around him. “Shit, oh my god –”

With a quick maneuver, he’s tugged her underneath him, flat on her stomach, and rolls his hips into her steadily.

She’s open mouthed moaning into the pillow and he’s hitting all the right spots with the new angle and she’s clenching her legs so she feels tighter –

He’s singing his praises above her, shifting till he’s on his elbows on top of her, not a breath of space between them. The cool surface of his crystal necklace skims her back, raising goosebumps on her arms.

He’s pressing the weight of his chest onto her back, sinking her further into the pillows.

He’s everywhere.

He’s all she can hear. All she can feel.

Any coherent thought of the long patrol and her uneasy dreams are long gone, and there’s him. Only him.

“You’re so good for me, sweetheart. Get your face out of that pillow. Let me hear you.” She’s already putty in his hands, nodding along to whatever he gravels in her ear, so she obliges.

The noises she’s making aren’t flattering in the slightest. They’re an awful mixture of whines and groans, the cadence of them matching the slap of his hips against her ass.

“Fuck,” he huffs as she raises her hips to meet him, lifting them barely an inch or two off the bed.

If her sounds are getting him off, then his are sending her into another realm.

There’s something practically indescribable about getting another person off without trying to. Mason’s probably felt this high a million times in his existence, but it’s new to her.

With a few swivels of her hips, she’s got him just as worked up as her, and he lets her know.

“God, you’re fuckin’ gorgeous – so fuckin’ tight around me. Your cunt’s perfect for me, Sofía, oh my god,” he pants into her hair, gathering it in one hand at the nape of her neck.

He gently tugs her head to the side so he can kiss her, her eyes are already fluttering shut, her mouth parted as she’s nearing her high.

“What do you need, sweetheart? Tell me,” he murmurs, still watching her profile while she concentrates on the orgasm on the horizon.

“Just – fuck me like that – a little harder – and talk to me –” she manages a few broken demands.

“You’re doing so well taking my cock like that – can’t wait to feel you squeeze around me when you come,” he pants, curling his hips so he’s deeper in her, and she all but cries out, slapping a hand over her mouth.

“No, no, let me hear you – wanna see your pretty lips when you say my name –” his hips are stuttering. He’s close.

Thankfully, she gets there first, calling out his name, clenching her thighs to ride it out while he still pumps in and out of her erratically. He’s not far behind her.

When he comes in her, he groans this whiny groan like he’s the one being fucked into oblivion.

He slides out of her gently before plopping onto the bed next to her, tugging her to his side.

“I don’t know if I’ll wake up in 2 hours like I’m supposed to,” she murmurs, eyes heavy and half lidded from getting her back blown out in the dead of night.

“So I did a good job then?” He smirks, pressing a kiss to her sweaty bangs.

“A perfect job. You should just recreate this every time,” she sighs, pressing a kiss to the skin nearest to her, right on his outer chest.

“You’re asking me to fuck you like that every night? Don’t know if I can recreate it perfectly, but I’m up for the challenge,” he laughs, running a palm down her side.

She can’t remember what she says after that, as she’s fallen asleep topless, sweaty, and in ripped pants almost instantly.

He stays – watches her as she sleeps this time. And he thinks that she’s the most peaceful he’s ever seen her.

#the wayhaven chronicles #twc #twc mason #twc detective #hotwayhavensummer #n*fw #my fic #mason x sofía #detective sofía olmos

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dershloop · 3 years

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Cold Hands, Warm Heart

“Jeez Zane your hands are cold,” Jay said, taking his boyfriend's palm and spreading his fingers out, stroking his index finger down each of his fingers,”You can put it in my pocket if you want. My hands are pretty warm too so we can hold hands in my pocket.”

‘’Jay, you do realise I’m the elemental master of ice, right? I can create ice out of my hands, it stands to reason I’d be cold. I’m also a nindroid,” Zane said, raising his eyebrows with a small laugh.

“Well yeah, but it can’t be nice being so cold all the time,” Jay puffed out his cheeks indignantly, absentmindedly letting his hand run over Zane’s rough skin. It felt so human, so individually scarred. Every lump, blemish and line told a story. A story better than any human could wish to tell with their entire lives.

Zane just shrugged and smiled, watching and Jay traced a smile out on his palm.

“Either way, as long as you’re happy.”

“JJ, I’m perfectly happy whenever I’m around you. I couldn’t ask for anything more,” Zane said, wrapping his fingers around Jay’s with a smile. Jay frowned and rested his head on his shoulder, feeling the comforting chill run through him. There was something so… wonderfully juxtaposed about the feeling he got when he touched Zane. The ice shot through his veins like ivy lacing its poison into his blood, but he didn't mind. He didn't mind that whenever he moved away, the skin near Zanes own would turn an icy blue-purple or a rigid pale. He really didn't mind.

Yet… he did. The thought that Zane was constantly cold like this; he could feel human emotions, so why wouldn’t he be able to feel temperature? Dr. Julien was very intelligent, so he wouldn’t put it past him. On top of that, when they were trying to get the scroll of airjitzu, Zane wore a fluffy coat so he must feel the cold. That’s when it hit him. Jay stood up abruptly, causing Zane to jump a little.

“I have to go do some last-minute Christmas shopping. I think I forgot to get something for my moms… cat,” He said, walking towards the door and opening it.

“Jay your mom doesn’t have a cat? Your parents have no pets what are you-” He was cut off by the door slamming shut, leaving him all alone in his room. His shoulders sagged as he let out a long, sad sign, looking down at where Jay had just traced a smiley face on his pal. Had he said something wrong? It wasn’t like him to lie, mainly because he was so inexplicably bad at it but that was just weird.

“Ok I’ll see you later then,’’ He said quietly to himself, getting up and straightening his bedsheets and walking out of his room.

Squatting down on the couch, watching as Cole continuously died to the same enemy.

“Cole, are you even trying?” Kai laughed, poking Cole with his foot.

“Yes, actually Kai now shut up and let me concentrate,” Cole said sternly, pushing his boyfriend's foot away from him.

“Aren’t you supposed to learn from your mistakes in these sorts of video games Cole?” Zane chuckled as Cole died to the same enemy yet again.

“Hey, you just got here don’t take his side!”

“Speaking of,” Kai said, turning to face Zane, leaning back on Cole, causing him to fall down an easily jumpable gap, “What are you doing? I thought you and Jay were hanging in your room.” Zane sighed.

“We were. Then he got all weird and just jumped up and ran out saying he had to get a present for his mom's cat or something,” He shook his head, letting out a long breath.

“His mom doesn’t have a cat? They live in a junkyard in the middle of the desert there's no way a sane rescue place would give them a cat,” Cole said confused, finally putting down his controller.

‘’Did you say anything before that could have triggered whatever that was?” Kai asked. Zane shook his head, pulling his legs underneath himself and crossing them on the couch.

“It was just normal topics of conversation, then he started talking about how cold I was. Then he went all quiet for a couple of minutes, like he was lost in thought and just jumped up and ran out.”

“Eh,” Cole shrugged nonchalantly, picking up a can of soda off of the floor and opening it, taking a long swig and putting it back down onto the floor, “Knowing him he probably forgot something. Don’t worry too much Z, it’s probably nothing.”

“Yeah. Anyway, he isn’t here so it's not like we can ask him. Just chill with us and watch Cole die to the same mob 100 more times,” Kai said with a grin which was quickly snuffed out as Cole smacked him on the back of his head with a cushion. Zane laughed, unfolding his legs and laying them across his friends and leant back, watching the chaos that ensued.

(I can’t be bothered to write a middle thing for this so it's Christmas day now bc I said so)

“Zane! Wake up!” Jay yelled, shaking his sleeping boyfriend. He opened his eyes slowly taking in his surroundings, including the overly excited boy sitting on top of him.

“Good morning JJ,” Zane muttered, rubbing his eyes to clean his optical receptors of any dust that may have accumulated overnight.

“Guess what day it is?” He continued yelling.

“Friday?” Zane said with a mischievous grin.

“Christmas!” Jay yelled, finally flopping down on top of him, tired of yelling.

“Merry Christmas JJ.”

“Merry Christmas snowball.”

“Can I get out of bed now? The sooner I’m up the sooner you can see what I bought you,” Zane said with a smile, knowing exactly how to get him even more excited Jay jumped off with a smile and raced back to his own room, presumably to begin getting dressed and ready for the long day ahead. Zane began to do the same, swapping out the baggy shirt and sweatpants for a comfortable blue turtleneck and black jeans, before heading to brush his teeth and heading to the living room, where Cole and Jay were already assembled, sprawled out and excitedly chattering about the day ahead.

“No Kai?” Zane said, moving Jay’s head and sitting down, letting it fall back down into his lap.

“Nope,” Cole said, staring, fixated on his phone, “He’s doing his hair apparently,” He paused, before leaning back across the arm of the sofa and yelling to his boyfriend “Kai you’re gorgeous as it is come down before I come up there and drag you down!”

“Alright, Mr Mardy I’m coming!” Shouted Kai, not too long after appearing in the room and shifting Cole out of the way so he could sit down.

“What about Lloyd, Nya and Pix?” Kai said after sitting down.

“Lloyd’s with his mom and Wu, Nya and Pixal are at Cyrus Borg’s then said they were gonna go to your parent's place,” Jay replied, not looking away from Zane’s hand he was fiddling with.

“Well then. Who’s first?” Cole said, looking at the others.

“Me!” Jay jumped up and dived towards the pile of presents under the tree, grabbed 6 and handed 2 to each of them, “I hope you like them.”

Cole ripped into the packages and pulled out a rhino plushie with large round eyes and a small smile and a grey and green donkey plush with polka-dotted legs.

“Jay, buddy, I’d kiss you if Kai and Zane wouldn’t kick my ass for it,” Cole said, wrapping his arms around his new children with a large, goofy grin. They laughed as Kai wrapped his arm around Cole’s waist a little tighter.

Kai was next to finish unwrapping his gifts after he finally loosened his grip on Cole, pulling out a small, shiny, red pocket mirror with his name written on it in an explosive font. The second gift to fall out was a red bandana.

“You’d said about wanting to start wearing more headbands like the one Cole wears sometimes so I figured to help you both out I’d get you your own,” Jay said with a smile as Kai wrapped the red bandana under his bangs.

“Jay that’s so sweet what the heck?” Kai said, looking at his new bandana in his new mirror. Jay just shrugged, his cheeks turning a slight red tint.

“Zane’s turn!” Cole said, pushing himself up slightly, stretching his legs back over Jay and Zane’s.

Sheepishly, Zane began opening the first gift, revealing a large, fluffy penguin plush toy.

“Oh my gosh,” Zane said, holding it up and letting his hands run over the soft, his eyes wide with unfathomable joy, “This is adorable, thank you so much JJ,” He said quietly, planting a kiss on his boyfriend’s forehead.

“Stop being gay and open the other one!” Cole complained, shoving his foot in Jay’s face and prodding at his nose and cheeks.

“Go away Cole no one likes you,” Jay said, pushing his foot away, glaring at his best friend.

Zane laughed and began to unwrap the second gift, opening his mouth in awe and surprise when he saw what it was.

“Why are there 13 hand warmers and 7 hot water bottles on my lap right now?” Zane said with a confused grin, looking down at the strange pile of items in his lap.

“Well,” Jay said, pushing himself up slightly, “Yesterday when we were talking about how cold you were, you didn’t say you couldn’t feel it. Plus, you wore a jacket when we went to get the scroll of airjitzu that one time and you feel human emotions so why wouldn’t you be able to. So I bought you hot water bottles and hand warmers to help warm you up.” He finished, looking expectantly up at Zane who sat there in shocked silence.

“So you weren’t getting a present for your mom's cat?” He said quietly.

“No my mom doesn't have a cat. I’m just god awful at lying.”

“Yes, I know she doesn’t. I just- I thought I’d said something wrong so you were mad at me,” Zane laughed, nervously touching the back of his neck.

“Do… Do you like it?”

“Of course I do blue-belle!” Zane said, pulling Jay up onto his lap and pushing a strong, affectionate kiss onto his lips before pulling him into a tight hug, which Jay happily reciprocated.

“If you don’t react like that to my present,” Kai whispered to Cole, “I’m taking them back and dumping you.”

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anonimissstarker · 3 years

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It's quarantine. Old WIP bc my old works are better than my recent.

Penny rolled over in warmth, snuggling closer to a firm chest before arms wrapped around her and pulled her closer.

A smile played on her lips as she hummed, "Hmm, morning. Sun's up."

Tony grunted, gathering her balled-up frame and pulling her against him before rolling them over onto his opposite side. Penny giggled. "What'd'ya wan' me to do? Photosynthesis?"

"Better than whatever you're doing." She sassed back.

Tony grinned against the back of her neck and Penny repressed a shudder as he spoke, his warm breath fanning across her redding skin. "You weren't complaining last night."

She swatted his arm and laughed, "Pervy old man."

He chuckled but settled once again.

Penny pulled back slightly to look up at him. His brown hair, attractively salted, was a mess and his skin was glowing softly from the sunlight bleeding through the curtains. She took note of his non-existent eye bags. Their agreement started months ago when Penny woke up in her room, Spidey Sense screaming at her to Get Up and Go, Go, Go To Tony. So she did and she found her mentor in the midst of a nightmare. She calmed him before climbing into bed and holding him when he asked her, half-awake, not to leave. And slowly, they realized both their nightmares were held at bay when they slept in each other's arms. Thus, Tony got his eight hours of sleep and so did Penny, usually.

"Few more minutes." He grumbled, burying his face into the crook of her neck.

Penny giggled at the tickle of his beard before burying her nose into his hair and inhaling deep. Despite the quarantine, these have been some of the most amazing months ever. Most of the team were enhanced in some way or the other, meaning they were immune. The only ones who were vulnerable were Tony, Clint, Rhodes, Sam, and Scott. But they had moved their families/work to the Compound, so everything worked out.

Superhero work didn't stop, of course. But even some of the villains seemed to get some brains for a little while.

Penny's lips parted and she exhaled a long, soft breath as his warm lips brushed against her collar. Sucking her bottom lip into her mouth and squeezing her eyes shut, she inhaled and exhaled through her nose. Despite their relationship and agreement, nothing romantic ever took place. Penny didn't know if she was thankful or not. Many nights, when Tony was asleep at her side, snoring, she'd climb out and walk around the Compound to distract herself from the feelings that wanted to explode from her chest. The same feelings threatened to do so now and she wondered why she ever thought she'd have the strength to continue this until... When? Opening her eyes, she slowly untangled her limbs from his before climbing out of bed.

Tony let out a groggy groan, peeking at her with one eye. "Where're ya goin', Penny?"

Penny offered him a smile as she combed her hand through her hair before looking away. "Time to get up, Tony."

Tony stared at her back in confusion and worry. Many mornings, or in the middle of the night, he'd wake up alone. In the beginning, it worried him. So he'd asked FRIDAY if Penny had a nightmare(no) and where she was. She'd return 30 minutes to 3 hours later and watch him before climbing back into bed and laying with her back to him on the opposite side. One night, he had yet to fall asleep and felt her shifting in his arms. He didn't dare open his eyes, but felt hers on him, searching, before she finally disentangled with a heavy sigh and left, returning an hour later looking calmer.

"Are you okay, Kid?" Tony asked suddenly as he pushed the sheets off.

Penny looked over her shoulder as she searched through his drawers for clothes. She tossed him a confused look before focusing back on her task. "Ya. Why wouldn't I be?"

Sitting against the headboard with arms crossed as he watched her, Tony decided. "I don't know. That's why I'm asking."

She stood straight and Tony's eyes were drawn to her perky, cloth covered ass. He watched her back as she pulled her sleep shirt over her head, leaving her in a sports bra and shorts. His gaze trailed over the few scars on her skin, from injuries too severe not to leave anything behind. He licked his lips, mapping the curves of her back and arms and legs for the millionth time. And then it was gone, apricot back and perky ass covered by an oversized Captain America shirt. Facing towards him, she watched him with a knitted brow before tossing a white wife-beater at his face.

Tony caught it easily but didn't bother putting it on as he climbed out of bed. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he buried his face into her neck once again, inhaling the soft smell of tea tree and peonies. He felt her tense under his hold and frowned.

"What're you doing? Go take a shower. You stink." She teased, pulling away from him with a half smile.

Half an hour later and Tony was making his way to the common level in his wife-beater and a pair of gray sweats, Penny trailing behind him in her shorts, shirt, and unicorn rainbow knee socks.

"Hmmm, I smell bacon." Penny murmured, skipping ahead of him. "I'm gonna gain ten pounds a day if Mr. Barnes keeps cooking for us. After brunch, wanna hit the gym?" She asked over her shoulder before running off without waiting for a response.

Tony chuckled at her youthfulness and followed, smiling softly at what he saw; the entire team hanging out. After Germany, he never thought he'd see, or feel, this way, ever again. The wholesome feeling of being a part of something bigger than any of them individually. And with all the welcome additions, life felt perfect. Everyone was slowly, but surely, healing themselves and each other.

Tony nodded to Bucky who was flipping pancakes and the ex-Hydra assassin quirked the corner of his mouth in response. Bucky wasn't totally healed, but he was getting there. More times than Tony could count, he had been ambushed by Steve and thanked and apologized to profusely for everything he had done. Taking all of them back in, plus more, and forgiving them.

/Corner me one more time, Capsicle, and I'm throwing you out. Along with the rest of you free loaders./

/Tony./

/I'm serious, Rogers. It's done and over with. I've moved on, so should you./

Penny jumped Harley, who had been talking to Shuri, Cassie, Lila, Pietro, and Wanda, and the teens laughed. Tony settled next to Bruce as the scientist munched through his stack of waffles while reading through some data.

Brunch was wholesome, the family scattered throughout the room. Laughter and playful yells going back and forth. Everyone felt content. Tony stood, eyes searching for Penny. He found her next to Steve, the blond gesturing to her shirt and the girl laughing in response. Tony watched her take care of her dishes before coming up behind her.

"Gym?"

She tilted her head back and looked at him, smiling. Tony smiled back in reflex. "Ya, sure. Lemme just get changed first." She brushed her hand against his chest and Tony felt warmth bloom throughout his body, simply because of her touch and the soft shimmer in her eyes. When her back turned, he shook his head, realizing for the millionth time just how hard he was falling for the young woman.

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marveloussupernerd · 4 years

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Hey! I was wondering if you would match me with a character from Mystic Messenger and Marvel? I have no gender preference so go hog wild. My form is pinned to my blog so I hope it wont be too inconvenient for you. I just find that humans have a tendency to be more complicated than 500 characters so it is difficult to accurately represent myself within those limitations. Thank you in advance, dear!

No problem!! Sorry this took a while but I hope you like it!!!!

Mysme

I ship you with 707!

I just finally reached the clarity that his real name is a spoiler for ppl that like they get upset if they find out so uh, I’m correcting that now lmaoo

Well you’re about as tall as him

Until you wear your boots

Then you’re taller

I know sometimes that bruises men’s egos but it literally does not affect him at all

Except when you’re walking too fast he whines that you need to slow down because your legs are longer than his

The first time he saw your resting face it kinda freaked him out

What did he do wrong? The two of you were just watching tv. Did you not like the way he had his arm around you?

Now that he knows that’s just how you look he doesn’t worry about it

He teases Yoosung by using it to his advantage

“Yoosung I think you pissed her off. Oh my goodness! Didn’t you know!? She can’t stand the color purple. Gives her bad memories. You’ve probably scarred her for life”

And then Yoosung is apologizing to you and you have no idea why

It’s Seven’s way of messing with both of you

The first time he tried to make his move by putting his arm around you and you flinched, he almost cried

No literally

He just... he hadn’t realized it was a thing to dislike it like that

Respects it so much

But he wants hugs so bad :( someone needs to hug this poor boy

So when you eventually invite him over and cuddle up to him during a very late movie night?

His heart jumps in his chest

He tries to tell you that you don’t have to!! He understands how it makes you feel weird and it’s okay; he likes you so so much and respects you a lot

But secretly he looks forward to whenever you want to cuddle with him; the rarity of it makes it even more special

707 is the king of witty comebacks

The first time the RFA sees the two of you bantering with each other they think you’re fighting? Because you’re both so passionate about being better and wittier than the other

You laugh about their confused faces later that night

He’s an over the top flirt too

Tries to woo you with ridiculous romantic gestures

He’s literally a theater kid too you cannot convince me otherwise I was a theater kid as well so I know

Literally every romantic gesture in a romcom? He does it

Of course he expects a reaction out of you but. You. Never. Budge.

Not even after he stole the microphone during the latest RFA party to confess to you that he was carrying your child

Which made NO SENSE

He’s not allowed microphones anymore. Or stages.

When you tell him you’re asexual he’s so respectful (as always)

You literally don’t have to do anything like that if you don’t want to

He’s more than happy with your cute lil domesticated life together

Okay this is off topic but I’VE ALWAYS WANTED TO TRY AERIAL SILKS

When he first sees your bruises he FLIPS

did someone hurt you? Who? He’ll hack into their computer, give them hell

The first time he sees you perform... wow

YOU’RE SO COOL AND GRACEFUL AND ELEGANT

he wants to try it and literally begs on hands and knees for you to teach him

He’s bad at it. Learns he’s afraid of heights too

But he tries to watch you perform as often as possible

Noticed you don’t give out compliments often

So it’s his job to come up with a creative new compliment to give you every single day

It ranges anywhere from “I like your shirt” to “you’re so beautiful” to “I admire that you’re able to parallel park my babies.”

Please help him with procrastination

You literally will not hang out with him if he has work to do

He pouts and whines, but ultimately gets his work done

You’ve really helped out his work and his work schedule

He literally hates parties and clubs and bars

Much prefers taking you out at night to look at the stars

If you’ll let him, he’ll drive you to a secluded place in the mountains so that you can see them better

After reassuring you 800 times that he isn’t gonna murder you (you weren’t worried, but he was afraid you thought he would)

He likes to watch murder mystery movies with you

It’s really just a contest to find out who guesses it right first

But after he kept losing he changed it to how ridiculous of a motive he could describe and how close to correct it may be

“She said she has a twin right? Well her eye color is different from her photos. How do we know they didn’t grab the twin on accident? Or the twin isn’t pretending to be her or something”

HOW could he have guessed that

Sigh this is rlly inspired by me bc I did this exact thing and guessed the plot twist

Overall, he’s just really respectful of you. Drinks respect women juice 24/7. Loves complimenting you and spending time with you and never letting you forget how amazing you are.

Marvel

I ship you with Loki!

The Seven one was kinda easy

Prob because there aren’t that many mystic messenger characters

But BOY I struggled here

Until I thought of Loki, I hadn’t even considered him at first (my sister brought him up, as she helps me come up with who to match ppl with)

And YES

He was first drawn to you by how elegantly you carried yourself

Most Midgardians just kind of, slouched through the day

But you stood with impeccable posture, resting most of the weight on your toes. He thought you were some form of royalty at first

And then he saw you perform hoo boy

Okay first of all he definitely had no idea what was happening for a majority of the show

But he kinda liked you and so when you invited him to go he was THERE

Couldn’t stop complimenting you. He thought you were elegant before oh wow

He’s literally not intimidated by you at all, think of all the people he’s had to meet and BS he’s had to deal with

You’re touch-adverse? That’s fine by him

Honestly he doesn’t like cuddling or anything like that himself. Blame it on his childhood or something idc

He will throw insults right back at you. In fact, he usually doesn’t hold back

Okay they’re never inherently mean but I don’t know they may be kinda questionable

He wouldn’t insult you if he knew you couldn’t handle it

He is NOT very flirty

And by that I mean he will not flirt. Like he just cannot

He still gets lowkey pouty when you flirt with other people, but he can’t blame you. It’s not like he does a good job showering you with that sort of attention and compliments himself

But he does give you attention in other ways

He likes to sit with you, watching as you bake or write or something. He finds it very relaxing

In those moments, that’s when he lets the compliments run wild, talking about how you’re so talented and he likes how you look when you’re concentrated

These moments are the softest he gets. He doesn’t like showing this vulnerable side around anyone else

HAHA can you PLEASE go knife throwing together

You’re both very competitive about it

You know that scene from brave where she shoots her arrow THROUGH another arrow!?

That’s all I can picture but with knives

Homeboy is doing 0 archery with you 0 horseback riding he doesn’t trust those disgusting creatures and archery makes him think of dealing with Clint

He makes fun of you when you see a moth

Like does not let it go

“I thought you weren’t afraid of anything. You’re afraid of this little creature? It doesn’t even know up from down,” he chuckles, pointing at the moth flying around and hitting walls recklessly

Needless to say though he takes care of it for you

He throws an Asgardian party just so he can show you off

Thor’s girlfriend was very unimpressive but you!? You’re so charming to everyone

He really just wants to brag about it to his brother, and you know this full well and let him do so

Y’all like to read together before bed

By reading together I mean sitting on the same couch reading your own books

When you yelp when you’re surprised???

What happened to your poker face?

As much as he wants to find different opportunities to jump out at you and make you squeal, he refrains himself from doing so

It makes the moments when you do freak out much more entertaining

I’d say you’ve very on par with Loki; you have a lot of things in common and a similar approach to life in general

#marvel #mystic messenger #mysme #matchup

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dearrinsecurity · 4 years

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Felony - Standrew

Rating: PG-13

This fic is based off of how Andrew reacted using the Felony knife. We can all agree that he probably has a knife kink.

TW: mentions of s*lf h*rm (no actual s*lf h*rm), mentions of knife play (no actual knife play bc I’m a tease)

Other Tags: first time, first kiss, light bdsm, dom!Andrew, sub!Steven, handjobs, bondage, smutty with a fluffy undertone (honestly it’s probably reversed)

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“I’m just gonna go put my jacket up. Why don’t you pick a movie?”

The two men walked into the door of Andrew’s apartment after a long day of editing in a small meeting room at Buzzfeed. When Steven replied with an enthusiastic hum, Andrew smiled at him, letting his eyes linger just a split second longer than they should before he snapped himself out of his daze and went to his room.

As he turned, Steven saw a box sticking out of Andrew’s pocket with the APL logo and “Felony Knife” on the side. Did he buy the Felony Knife? After quickly pulling up a random movie they had both seen a thousand times, Steven started to walk towards Andrew’s room, determined to get answers.

He flung the door open, remembering for half a second that his friend deserved privacy before the thought completely left his mind at the sight. Andrew was kneeling over a box of knives. Like. A LOT of knives.

“What the heck?” Andrew jumped as Steven’s voice rang through the room.

“Steven!” Andrew quickly shut the case, hiding it behind him and trying to exude an air of nonchalance, but his wide eyes betrayed his panic. “Hi! Do you- umm did you find a movie?”

“Umm. Yeah.” Steven pauses and looked first at Andrew, then to the case behind him. The silver-haired male watched pale skin flush as he directed his eyes back to his friend’s face. “What are you doing?”

“N-NOTHING!” Andrew’s loud tone visibly shocked Steven. “Sorry. I’m not doing anything. Let’s just go watch the movie yeah?” Andrew quickly ushered Steven out of his room, turning off the lights and closing the door behind them.

<3<3<3

Later that night, Steven couldn’t sleep. Persistent inquiries filled his mind.

Why does Andrew have all those knives?

Why are they in his closet?

Why didn’t he tell me he was buying the Felony Knife?

So, as a Buzzfeed employee, Steven did the only thing he knew to do when he had a question: research.

Steven knew that simply Googling “why does my friend have knives in their closet?” might not be the best idea, but at this point, he didn’t have any other choice. He had to know.

A lot of things popped up, from Reddit articles to other crazy things, and one of them caught his eye and made tears begin to form.

“The Best Places to Hide Self-Harm Tools”

Steven’s breath caught his throat. Andrew was self-harming?! Steven looked over at his alarm clock. 2:36 am. Whatever. Time didn’t matter. If Andrew was hurting himself, there was no telling how far he would go. Andrew didn’t even seem depressed or suicidal! Steven was sure he was ok, but he wouldn’t know for sure until he asked. And that’s what he was going to do. Now.

<3<3<3

Steven rapidly knocked on Andrew’s door, starting to regret trying to come over at 3 in the morning, but then he thought about what Andrew could potentially be doing and all rational thought went out the window. Getting the spare key from under the flower pot, he let himself in, quickly making his way to his best friend’s bedroom. He opened the door quietly as to not startle Andrew if he had anything harmful in his hand or...against his skin... Steven shivered at the thought.

He saw Andrew hunched over the box in the low light of his bedside lamp. He had a cloth in one hand and the Felony Knife in the other, cleaning the new blade. Steven slowly walked in and knelt at Andrew’s left side, seeing earbuds in his ears. He reached around Andrew and slowly stilled his hands. He held the wrist with the cloth in one hand and let go with the other to take out Andrew’s earbuds.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Steven’s voice was shaky and low, barely above a whisper. Andrew turned toward him with a frightened look in his eyes.

“I didn’t think you would want to be my friend anymore. It’s a little weird. I just can’t help it. It feels so good.” Andrew looked down in shame, fidgeting with his fingers which had long since let go of the objects.

“Why wouldn’t I want to be your friend?! You’re amazing! And there’s no reason to be ashamed. Just let me help you.” Andrew’s narrowed eyes shot up in confusion.

“Help me?” There was a tinge of humor in his voice. “What do you mean by helping me, Steven?”

“Drew don’t-“ Steven reached down to grasp his friend's hands and he looked at his wrists. No scars.

He looked at Andrew’s thighs, exposed from the bunching of his boxers. No scars.

“Wait. Where are they?”

“Where are what, Steven?” Steven stood up and started pacing the room. Andrew replaced the knife properly and watched him.

“Your scars! Your self-harm scars! That’s the only thing-“ Andrew grabbed Steven’s arms, stopping the silver-haired man in his tracks.

“Woah! Steven, what are you talking about?” Andrew looked at the man with concern clearly displayed on his features. Steven took a deep breath and calmly started to explain.

“I saw your knives and I couldn’t stop thinking about why you had so many and why they were in your closet so I googled it and one of the articles that popped up mentioned hiding self-harm tools in closets and my brain kinda ran with it. I’m sorry.” Realization quickly dawned on Andrew’s face and he chuckled at the way Steven’s brain worked. He pulled the man in front of him into a hug, squeezing him tightly. Steven clung to him, slightly shaking from relief.

“Steven Kwo Wey Lim,” the shorter man whispered into his friend’s hair, “I promise you that I’m not hurting myself. Thank you for worrying about me, though. It means a lot.” Andrew pulled out of the hug and held Steven’s upper arms.

“Ok. That’s good. Wait. What were you worried about me finding out? And if it’s not self-harm then why do you have...” The taller man trailed off as he looked over at the case. Taking it all in, there was more than just knives. There were soft-looking ropes and cords, cuffs, bandages, whips, and a box of black latex gloves.

“Do you get it now, Steven?” Steven shook his head. A predatory look took over Andrew’s eyes. He leaned in and spoke lowly into Steven’s ear. “I don’t use these knives in the kitchen.”

The way Andrew’s voice dropped drew a gasp from the taller man. “You use them...in here?” Steven’s voice cracked on the last word. Andrew pulled back.

“Yep,” said Andrew, popping the ‘p’. “Do you want to see how?” The shocked look on Steven’s face drew a smirk from Andrew. He knew he won.

The honey-haired man grabbed the hands of his taller friend, bringing him towards his bed. He nudged Steven onto the foot of the bed and knelt between his legs. Steven’s eyes darted around, not focused on anything but the thoughts filling his head. “I need you to say something, gorgeous.”

“O-ok...” Steven blinked a few times and focused on Andrew, letting a small smile overtake his features. “Y-yeah. Yeah. I want to. Yeah.” Andrew picked up on Steven’s hesitance immediately.

“What’s wrong, darling?”

“What? What do you mean? N-nothing’s wrong!” Steven’s high-pitched voice gave away how nervous he actually was.

“Talk to me, Steven. I know it may seem scary when I go into my ‘dom mode’,” he chuckled, “but you don’t have to be nervous. I promise that I won’t hurt you or do anything you don’t want. Tell you what. I’ll let you pick out what I use.” Andrew slid the box across the floor toward the foot of the bed.

Steven contemplated the bulky black case. He couldn’t deny that the thought of Andrew tying him up sent shivers down his spine. He bit his lip in anticipation. “Can you- umm...Can we use the ropes?” Steven didn’t meet Andrew’s eye. The blonde man chuckled and lifted the other’s chin with his fingers.

“You want me to tie you up, baby?” Steven let out a whimper. Andrew smirked. “Ok. We can do that.”

Andrew tipped up on his knees. “Can I kiss you?” At Steven’s responding nod, he placed a soft kiss on his lips, feeling the other boy immediately relax under his gentle touch. Andrew pulled back slowly with a soft smack, watching Steven’s eyelids flutter open. “Move up onto the bed, sweetheart.” Steven nodded at the order dazedly and began to scoot back.

He laid his head against the crisp white pillows. His silver hair and burning red cheeks stood out against the white cotton and Andrew immediately decided that this was a sight he wanted to see every day for the rest of his life.

Andrew grabbed the ropes and placed them onto the bed next to Steven. Then, he positioned himself over the other man, using one of his knees to spread Steven’s pajama-clad legs before settling between them. His forearms were braced around a silver halo and he stopped, staring at the beauty underneath him.

Steven’s hands reached up from his sides to rest on Andrew’s flanks. “Dreeeeewwwww,” he whined.

“Yes?” Steven sighed in exasperation at Andrew’s smirk and teasing tone.

“Why are you staring at me like that?”

“Because you’re breathtaking, Steven. Absolutely stunning.” Steven flushed under the praise.

“You’re a liar.” Andrew chuckled at the childish tone.

“I only speak the truth.” They shared a small, genuine smile. Steven’s hands moved from Andrew’s sides to wrap around his neck.

“Stop being a sap and just kiss me, you loser.”

“Ok, baby,” Andrew chuckled. A new blush rose on Steven’s cheeks from the pet name and he smiled, humming into the kiss. The shorter man slipped his tongue out, running it along Steven’s bottom lip. His mouth opened at the request and Andrew slipped his tongue in to twist it around Steven’s. Andrew discovered that when he sucked on Steven’s tongue, he made the most delicious moan.

Andrew let one hand roam down, running along Steven’s side before grabbing Steven’s thigh and wrapping it around his hip. The surprised noise Steven made was quickly swallowed by Andrew.

Steven pulled Andrew down by his shoulders, causing him to collapse on top of him. Their bodies slid together like puzzle pieces. Both men gasped at the impact of their hips. “Oh,” Steven moaned as he bucked up into the friction.

“Look at you,” Andrew cooed. “My beautiful little virgin,” Steven whined at the praise through panting breath.

“Is- Is the virgin thing doing it for you?” Steven chuckled breathlessly at Andrew. His laugh broke off into a gasp as he felt Andrew’s lips and teeth working over his neck.

“It��s more the knowledge that you’re mine and no one else is ever going to see you like this,” Andrew mumbled against the pale column of his throat. Steven moaned at the words. The shorter man stared straight into dark eyes and winked. “But yeah. Virgin thing works, too.”

Andrew grinned down at the man beneath him. The mood changed in the blink of an eye. No longer was it hungry and desperate. When the two sets of sparkling eyes met, the loving mood set in. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” the shorter sighed. He moved one arm to stroke Steven’s cheekbone with his thumb.

“Ditto.” Steven beamed, his tongue sticking between his teeth as he smiled brightly.

Andrew leaned down to kiss him, using the hand on Steven’s cheek to tilt his head. With the bite of a lip, the desperation returned. Andrew moves down to Steven’s throat, biting and sucking wherever the moans were loudest. As his tongue ran over Steven’s carotid, the silver-haired boy used the leg around Andrew’s hip as leverage, grinding against him through thin fabric. Moans rose from both men.

“Damn. Steven! Wait.” Andrew pushed his hips down into the mattress, disconnecting their groins. “Wait.”

“Did I do something wrong?” There was worry in Steven’s eyes.

“No, sweetie. You did nothing wrong. I was just very very close,” he chuckled.

“Oh!” Steven flushed. “I was too honestly…”

“Well, we can’t have you coming just yet. We haven’t even gotten you undressed,” Andrew glanced over at the smooth black ropes. “Or tied up,” he said with a smirk. Steven whimpered.

Their lips reconnected as hands wandered. Andrew propped up onto his haunches and pulled his shirt over his head, leaving him in nothing but his boxers. As he pushed Steven’s shirt up, he kissed the exposed skin, watching the muscle twitch in response. The shirt was across the room in no more than a few seconds.

Dark eyes watched honey hair travel down to a pert nipple. Steven threw his head back as Andrew’s tongue circled that spot on his chest. “Heh. Sensitive, are you?”

“Shut up, Drew. Hng!”

Andrew stopped his ministrations and leaned over to grab the black nylon ropes from the other side of the bed. “Arms above your head, beautiful.” Steven moved immediately, a flush covering his face as Andrew smiled at how quickly he obeyed. “Good boy.” Steven moaned.

Andrew tied Steven’s arms up in a simple knot. “Is this okay?” The taller man tugged on the ropes a bit before nodding slowly. “Hmm. That’s good.” Andrew ran his hands down Steven’s arms, relishing in the male beneath him. “You look so good like this, all helpless underneath me.” Steven writhed at the attention.

Andrew kissed down the paler man’s body to his waistband. “Can I?” Steven nodded quickly, drawing a chuckle from Andrew’s mouth. “So eager,” he said teasingly.

Andrew pulled on the elastic, leading it down long legs and down to the floor, admiring the view presented to him. Boxers came next after another nod of consent. “You’re absolutely stunning, Stevie. I can’t believe I’m the first person to ever see you like this.”

“Heh. You’ll probably be the last, too,” Steven said subconsciously.

“Why do you say that?”

“No reason!” Brown eyes turned down, avoiding the searching pair of the man above him. “It’s just… I don’t think I could ever trust anyone the way I trust you. I don’t think I could love anyone the way I love you.” Andrew launched down and kissed Steven fiercely.

“I love you, too, Steven. So much.” Both men smiled brightly at the other before connecting their lips in a sweet slow kiss. “How far do you want to go, love?”

“Just- just touch me? I don’t think I’m ready for anything else.”

“Ok, baby.” Andrew moved his hand down Steven’s body, caressing his side as the pale man panted against his lips.

Andrew led his hand down to Steven’s cock, wrapping a loose hand around it. His hips jumped at the contact, trying to thrust into the fist. “Drew! Shit,” he gasped.

“There you go, sweetheart. So good for me.” He was still thrusting into Andrew’s fist. The shorter let go, drawing a whimper from Steven. Andrew straddled the other male, grabbing both of the pricks in one of his fists.

“O-Oh!” Steven bit his lip, moving as much as he could into the friction. Andrew started humping motions, rubbing their cocks together and stroking at the same time.

“Hmm. You feel so good, Steven. Damn.” Andrew leaned down to kiss Steven, immediately adding his tongue and letting it dance around with Steven’s.

The kiss broke, a whine coming from the bruised column of Steven’s throat. “Drew. Drew, I think I’m gonna come.” Andrew hummed.

“That’s ok. Just let go. Come for me. Let me see you.” Steven tensed, white ribbons shooting from the head of his cock and onto his stomach. Andrew’s come joined his a second later.

Both men lay panting, Andrew propped up with one arm outstretched with a hand on the pillow and the other resting on Steven’s ribs.

The ropes fell from Steven’s wrists a second later. He leaned down to kiss the taller man’s wrists, admiring the twisting patterns the ropes left, before waddling to the bathroom to grab a washcloth. He wiped Steven down, littering kisses all over his body. The rag was discarded and both men got under the covers, cuddling into each other, kisses placed wherever lips could reach as they both fell asleep, sated and happy.

#standrew #steven lim #andrew ilnyckyj #buzzfeed worth it #bfwi #worth it #standrew fic #standrew fanfic #real person shipping #real person fiction #i know its bad to ship real people... but come on!#based off the episode: eating a $132 steak with a $950.01 knife

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icyhotexplosionwritings · 5 years

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This time, the author’s note will be at the end, so it doesn’t get even longer up here

FYI: when your symbiote talks it’s in bold~, plus this rly is the reader’s side of things, not rly about how Baku bae feels and stuff, just so you know~

trigger warning: self harm mentioned, suicide attempt mentioned

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Glancing to the sides, once, twice, you finally sighed and relaxed against a tree, letting your chubby legs finally give in, hitting the ground, your face hidden between your hands. Another sigh escaped your lips. This was hard.

Looking at Bakugou, was hard. Since this school year started you did your utmost to avoid him, not get in his way and just live your high school life, hoping it wouldn’t end like your middle school one, but it was hard. You hated yourself.

Why? Why did your stupid heart have to beat faster whenever you would see him, he had done so many things to you, you should absolutely despise him, but as much as your brain hated him, your heart jumped whenever you couldn’t escape and you were near him.

Flinching a little, you looked up when you heard one of the teachers shout, it was time to eat, finally. You had helped everyone beforehand, however, you just needed a little break, this stupid training camp seriously was your nightmare, you were near that stupid explosive boy more than you liked.

However, this nightmare didn’t stop, as you were going back to get something to eat, everyone had already taken their food and the only place left was one beside Bakugou. Gripping your plate a little harder, you were playing with the thought of actually not eating and just going back and enjoying a nice bath, but then you heard a familiar voice that still made you flinch and unintentionally you were gripping your plate even tighter, almost breaking it.

“Oi, don’t just stand there and sit the fuck down, I’m not gonna fucking steal your food or anything.”, he said and for him, it might have been nothing, just words, just telling you, you can sit beside him, but for you, it hurt. You weren’t worried about that… did he really think you were afraid of not getting enough? Did you look like that? Is it because you were plump and chubby that he had to reassure you he wouldn’t steal your precious food? You couldn’t help thinking like this, your insecurities didn’t let you think otherwise, your past that had left scars on you, didn’t let you think otherwise.

No, you knew Katsuki, whatever he said, he always meant it in the most hurting way. “Ne? Can I finally eat him?” Crack. Your plate broke in half and you gulped when you heard the voice of your “partner”. A few students were now looking at you, you were standing there, the plate in two, the food falling to the ground, your head lowered, and your eyes shut tightly, as you thought, “You can’t, you can’t!” – “Why not?! It should have been done sooner! He is always like this! Even now! Remember his apology?! I hope you didn’t think he even meant one thing! Look at you!”, and that’s when your arm was suddenly a big, black claw and before you could realize it had ripped the other sleeve, you had been wearing long sleeves even while training, because now, your skin was exposed, both sides of your arm, covered in scars and wounds you had given yourself over the course of the past three years. “Look at this! And tell me once again not to eat him!?”

Now, the teachers were finally acting, you were now clawing at your hair with your free hand, trying to get the control back as you mumbled something, ignoring anyone who tried talking. No, you didn’t want to remember, not now, you could suppress these emotions for so long, why did he have to say something so stupid, why did it have to trigger you like this? You told yourself, it was nothing, harmless words, you were just interpreting to much into it, but at last, it didn’t work.

And then, you just looked up, your piercing (e/c) eyes looking directly at Bakugou who couldn’t help but flinch a little. “What, wanna fight?!”, his hands were ready as a few explosions were going off and it was enough for the thing inside you to finally overwhelm you. It was gross to look at, really. The way you were transforming, your symbiote overwhelming you and before the Pussycats or Vlad could do anything, your “partner” had already punched and swung them into the building’s wall, totally shutting them down. “Stop it, (L/N)!”, Aizawa said, his quirk activating, however, it was not your quirk and you weren’t changing back “Hm, nice try, Sensei.”, it said, almost giggling, laughing at how stupid your teacher was, “I’m sorry, but, you can’t just erase me!” and Aizawa was hit with your extended arm, landing beside Vlad and by now, everything was a mess, the friends you had made, screaming at you to stop, other students hiding and running and Bakugou? Bakugou was up for a fight.

Katsuki was the first to jump and take you down, however, your symbiote was faster, quickly grabbing his neck, the explosions hurting it a little, but it was strong and not backing down just from that. “Oh, how I love when I don’t have to chase my food.”, the evil grin exposed all its sharp teeth and its tongue licking along Katsuki’s cheek, making him shiver in disgust, but before he could use another explosion, two claws wrapped around his hand and with a crack, Bakugou’s scream echoed through the forest, both his wrists broken and turned around, so he couldn’t use his hands anymore.

“Mhmh, don’t fight, little one. Do you know, how long I’ve wanted to do this? Ever since middle school, ever since you made her jump off the footbridge, I wanted to see you dead, bite your head off and leave you to die. If I hadn’t saved her that day, you would have killed her.”, its arm extended, lifting him higher into the air, the claw around Bakugou’s neck tightening, making him squirm as he was struggling to breath and everyone could just look and listen, too shocked to react, you were their friends… right?

“And then, you dare to “apologize” to her. Ne?”, your symbiote was pulling Katsuki back, getting really close to him when your “partner” almost only whispered, “I wonder, Bakugou Katsuki, why? Was she just a nice target, because she never said anything, were you disgusted by her appearance or were you just jealous of her because she also had a nice quirk? What was it that made you bully her, embarrass her, humiliate her, every day, one year… after another? And now, tell me, Bakugou Katsuki, tell me a good reason why I shouldn’t finally eradicate you from this earth? You are not worth becoming a hero. Remember what you said? “You are just a waste of oxygen, why don’t you just jump off that roof already?”. I think, that’s how you said it, right? So now, I’m asking you. You are just a waste of oxygen, Bakugou, why don’t you just die already?”, there it was again, that grin that made even Bakugou shiver and he couldn’t help but feel a twinge of fear, he was pale and for once, all the things he had done in the past were crashing down on him.

Bakugou couldn’t do anything, his hands were twisted, his neck almost breaking from the tight grip you had around him and no one was there to help him as you, or the thing inside of you, were lifting him once again and he came down hard on the ground, once, twice, and another time, and another, and another.

Though, before he lost consciousness, you could make the symbiote stop as you were desperately trying to fight against it, screaming inside your head, you didn’t want to kill Bakugou, getting just enough control back, so your tight grip loosened up and Katsuki fell to the ground one last time. You could fight back enough to make the symbiote stumble back a little, but it was stronger than you and in the end, it had the control back, though this time only looking back as the teachers seemed to regain their strength and consciousness. “Remember this. You can’t escape from me, I have waited all those years, seeing her suffer, this will finally end. Bakugou Katsuki, I will hunt you down.” and with that words, it was gone, running through the forest into the night, leaving not only a big chaos behind, but also a shivering Bakugou Katsuki and before he finally drifted into unconsciousness, for once in his life, tears of fear in his eyes as he wondered if tonight would be his end.

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Now, to finally let go of all my negative emotions, I wrote something I’d normally never write, so anon, I guess you were lucky this time, bc otherwise I probably wouldn’t have accepted this request. This is also the first and last time I’ll be accepting requests that come in even tho the requests are closed, (but ofc sharing your ideas and other thoughts is always welcomed, like that monster musume one… still a fav of mine thanks to that anon~) you know, if everyone would tell me to “save it for later” I would never see an end, but yeah, this came in handy now. Also, this will be first and last time I’ll ever write bully!Bakugou or bully!bnha boys in general. I want this to be a happy place where they’ll love us and defend us from such bullies and not be one themselves, that’s why, with this, I could reset my feelings, get everything out and we’re gonna write all the smut and fluff again from now on and I hope you’re looking forward to that~ <3

#tw: self harm #tw: suicide attempt #bnha imagine #bakugou imagine #mha imagine #mha scenario #bnha scenario #bakugou katsuki #Bakugou x reader

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neversatisfiedswitch · 6 years

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So this would’ve been done sooner, but a power surge went through my neighborhood and all of my work on this was lost. Whoops.

Anyway. The lovely @eleniel221b asked me to write a story featuring my OCs Myarel and Colton with the prompt “Do your worst!” from this post! I love these 2 so much, they’re literally like my favorite OCs to write about/with, sdkljflk.

Warning for language, but prrrrobably not as bad as last time. My boys curse like sailors. :P Also just a tiny bit of Colton-related angst bc I love that shit.

Summary: No matter how many times Myarel has seen Colton’s metal limbs, he’s never been able to figure out if the places where they were attached are sensitive or not. Colton really should’ve known not to take a challenge from him, because he never plays fair...

Words: 1590 (bc everything I write becomes a novel)

There’s never been a good time to ask Colton about his limbs-- because in doing so, you’d be asking about his dad, too. It had taken him years to open up to anyone besides his adoptive mother, Rowan, about any of it-- and it wasn’t because she could read his mind. It had just come spilling out while she was cleaning his wounds, the years of fear and the pure terror that washed over him when he woke up to see that his own father was the one who’d hurt him like this becoming too much for him to keep inside--

And she’d listened. She’d held him like he was a child, despite him being fifteen and far too large to fit in her lap, and she’d calmed him. Every night until he’d left to live with Lyn, she’d done this, and eventually he’d been able to get over the sight of the shining metal attached to his body without wanting to saw the limbs off. Now he was... he wouldn’t say “comfortable”, but at least he could stand the sight of them.

Usually he didn’t have an audience when he polished his limbs-- he did it twice a day, to keep them from rusting-- but Myarel sat down next to him this time, and honestly, he didn’t really mind. They bickered and messed with each other, but he enjoyed the demon’s presence, choosing to lean against the older man’s shoulder as he rubbed the rag across his arm.

“Hey...” Myarel rested his chin on the younger man’s shoulder, watching him as he carefully cleaned the crease in his elbow, the place where flesh and metal melded together. He noticed the small shiver in Colton’s shoulders as he did so, and at first he decided against asking his question-- but considering Colton let him get this close, it had to mean something, right?

“Can I see your arm?” Colton looked over to the white-haired man, blinking confusedly as he held out his left arm to him. Myarel snorted, moving his head from the blond’s shoulder. “Not that one, your other one.”

Raising a brow in slight confusion, Colton shifted, turning to face Myarel. He’d already rolled up his pant legs and removed his shoes and socks, revealing the same shining metal that made up his legs from the knee down-- though his feet were facing the floor, Myarel had seen them enough times to know they weren’t like his legs, they were still skin, meshed with metal like the crook of Colton’s elbow and his knees.

Placing the rag on the coffee table, Colton held out his metal arm to Myarel, and the older man gently took it, holding the arm by the back of the forearm. The cool metal was intriguing, but it wasn’t what he was looking for. He looked at Colton’s face, a grin on his lips. “Close your eyes. I’m not gonna do anything to you, you know me.”

The reassurance was unnecessary-- the two had been close for a long time, and they trusted each other immensely, so it took no time for Colton’s eyes to slip shut. Myarel took his fingers and laid them on the metal wrist, gently trailing them up Colton’s arm. At first, there was no reaction, but as his fingers brushed over the tiny crease on the inside of Colton’s elbow-- scar tissue-- the blond’s reaction was immediate. He jumped slightly, fingers twitching as he pulled lightly at his arm. Myarel traced the scar with his fingers, unable to stop himself from chuckling when Colton began to giggle, his nose scrunching up as he pulled Myarel’s wrist away.

“What was that fohor?” Colton was still giggling as he rubbed the tingling sensations from his elbow, and Myarel snickered. “Just testing something... are your knees ticklish, too?”

He didn’t wait for a reply, fingers gentle as he reached behind one of Colton’s knees and ran his fingers across the skin-- again, he got the reaction he was hoping for, but this time his laughter was louder, and the reaction was quicker. He almost got a foot to the chest, but thankfully he was able to teleport to the other side of the living room before the bone-breaking kick reached him.

“Holy fuck, Colton-- you’re ticklish all over, aren’t you?” He wasn’t as concerned as his friend about what could’ve happened, Colton’s laughter having stopped as he stood to be sure the other was okay. “Hey-- shut up! I could’ve hurt you!” But Myarel wasn’t listening. He wasn’t keen on getting kicked again, but he did want to mess with Colton a bit.

“I’ve got a challenge for you.” Colton’s brows raised, and he made room for Myarel to sit down as the demon continued. “If I tickle your knees and you don’t tap out before I stop, then you win.” There was no winning condition-- with any competition between them, there never was. It was friendly competition at its finest, even if it was something as silly as this.

At first, it didn’t seem as though Colton wanted to take the challenge-- and if he didn’t, Myarel wouldn’t force him. But the cyborg spread his legs out so his knees were across the other man’s lap, and he crossed his arms over his chest, gunmetal blues piercing sapphires with their gaze.

“Do your worst.” Myarel placed his hands on the backs of Colton’s knees, and the smallest movement of his fingers was enough to make the younger man tense up like before-- this time his whole body was tense, laughter already pouring from his lips with the barest touch. And yet, he only gripped his shirt with both hands, ducking his head as a blush rose across his cheeks. Myarel kept his knees from bending by sliding one leg over both of Colton’s, making it so the backs of his thighs were against his legs and his knees were over open air. Really, he felt almost like an annoying older brother, tormenting Colton like this-- but he knew the kid well enough to know he enjoyed this kind of attention.

However... like most brothers, he didn’t think Colton was laughing hard enough, or that he actually wanted him to win. So while he kept one hand behind Colton’s knees, he pushed the blond’s shirt up, tickling first around his waist and one of his hips. A loud gasp left Colton’s lips before his laughter kicked up a notch-- surprisingly, he was able to get a few words out before it got worse.

“N-nohoho! Thahat’s cheheheatihihing!” He shrieked as Myarel’s finger trailed across his tummy, jumping as the digit swirled around his belly button-- but he still kept his grip on his shirt, determined to outlast the torment, no matter how much of a cheating bastard his friend was.

“I never said I wouldn’t tickle you anywhere else... you did tell me to do my worst, and this is it.” He wiggled his finger inside Colton’s belly button as he spoke, causing the poor boy to shriek again before falling into silent laughter. Having tickled Colton before, he knew his limits-- and while he was near them, he wasn’t quite close enough. On a hunch, he looked toward Colton’s feet, which were attempting to flail despite his legs being trapped. All it took was a single finger gently running up the sole of his foot, and Colton let out a wheezy screech of laughter, his fist pounding against the couch-- finally tapping out despite how badly he didn’t want to.

Myarel released Colton’s legs, chuckling when the other curled up into a ball, rubbing a hand against his belly to rid himself of the tingly feelings on his skin, giggles still escaping him. “Better luck next time.” The words were said in a gentle, amused tone, and it was clear there was fondness behind them as Myarel ran his fingers through Colton’s hair, lightly scratching at the back of his scalp as his eyes fluttered shut. He pulled his hand away after a few moments, however, not wanting to make Colton fall asleep on the couch.

“You want me to leave you alone? I could get your arm, if you want.” As Myarel picked up the polishing rag, Colton lifted his head to glare at him. “No tickling, or I’ll really kick you.”

Snorting, Myarel moved to sit on Colton’s right side, resting it across his crossed legs and beginning to lightly wipe it down, avoiding the crease of Colton’s elbow as to not make him jump. “You know me better than that.”

As Colton started to polish one of his legs, Myarel finally noticed what the bottoms of his feet looked like-- the very centers of his soles matched the rest of his skin, but nearer to the sides of his feet, they were grayish, though still the texture of his skin. “I didn’t... hurt you when I touched your foot, did I?”

Colton looked up at his friend, shaking his head with a bright smile on his face. “Nah, you’d know if you did. My feet are sensitive, but they don’t hurt unless you dig in. But,” he elbowed Myarel’s ribcage, getting a soft snort in return, “don’t get any ideas.”

Shaking his head, Myarel gently turned Colton’s arm over to polish the other side. “No ideas here.”

They continued their work in a comfortable silence.

#fldksjflk #I love these 2 #they have a great friendship tbh #and they're both so precious to me #thank you for the request lovely! <3 #eleniel221b #; myarel #; colton #; ticklish!colton #and a lil bit of #; ticklish!myarel #Myarel is such an antagonist jfc #I'mma need to fix that at some point

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novocaine-instinct · 6 years

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Oh also sorry for going silent for like, a week lol

I’ve been developing Beda and Peach’s world a lot and that’s been taking up most of my time!! I have a LOT of characters to introduce to you guys, all of which I’ve already fallen in love with and won’t be forgetting about any time soon lol (aka prepare to be flooded with drawings of these characters, as I haven’t even finished digitalizing the first ref and I’ve already got five drawings and a comic relating to them. :)) (I’ll probably post the traditional refs pretty soon, bc I don’t feel like waiting until I get all the digital refs finished bc thats gonna take me forever in a day)

BUT while you wait on the refs and the inevitable flood of drawings, here’s a list of characters in this world with some background info! (all under the cut)

Beda: A nonbinary blacksmith. They were once a part of the royal guard, and have many scars and awards to show for it. But, due to an incident that occurred while they were protecting the royal family (which lead to one leg being cripple, one of their wings to be torn off, and the other to be severely and permanently damaged), they were forced to retire, and now they help the royal family by making weapons for the army they once served. Due to an accident while making a sword that is far too embarrassing for them to openly talk about, they were blinded. This hasn’t stopped them however, as they still make a living as a blacksmith, with Peach as their assistant (and their new-found lover).

Peach: Beda’s loyal (nonbinary) assistant! They’ve had trouble with money for as long as they can remember, so, as you can imagine, they were relieved when they managed to find work at Beda’s shop. Of course, after watching Beda work (and accidentally hurting themself due to being distracted, multiple times), they eventually fell in love with the blind blacksmith. Now, they live happily with their new lover, still working as their assistant. Peach absolutely admires the royal family, and once they found out that Beda was (and still is) considered a very trusted friend of the royal family, they were ecstatic. They eventually got to meet the royal family, and ended up crying tears of joy. They were just THAT happy.

Queen Pelora: There’s no doubt about it, this transgender bird is the perfect image of elegance. She has the stunning bright colors most male peacocks would, and you better believe she flaunts it. But, though she lacks a humble attitude in regards to looks, she is one of the most caring rulers that her kingdom has ever known. She takes every chance she gets to help those in need, and is more than willing to take anybody, regardless of status, into her castle to let them stay and get back on their feet.

King Jacques: The king of his land, he rules not with an iron fist, but rather with an open wing. He is accepting of almost anything, and works as hard as possible to maintain the peace. As he goes about his day doing his work, he likes to take breaks in between to try on new dresses. His favorite dress will forever and always be the blue-green gown given to him by his wife, which he wears very often. He treats almost everyone as if they were his own child. Do you have no dad? He’s your dad now. Already have a dad but you hate him? King Jacques is your dad now. Already have a dad and you’re perfectly happy with him? Too bad, new dad.

Princess Viola: The bubbly daughter of queen Pelora and King Jacques. She lived with her father in the castle after her mother died, and was thrilled when the king got married once more. She loves her mother very much, and appreciates the support she gets from both of her parents in her endeavors. She is married to a small duck named Sylvia, who is the adopted daughter of the two emperors of a neighboring empire. She considers Beda to be one of her best friends and trusts them with their life (She kinda has to though, I mean, if you don’t trust your own guard with your life then maybe you need a new guard lol).

Emperor Thorton: The highly respected emperor of the Teporal empire. After seeing this swan for the first time, one would expect him to be regal and leaderly, but the truth is, he’s just your average dad. He loves telling dad jokes, and will jump on any opportunity to embarrass his daughter, Sylvia, with the worst possible joke in all of existence. He is more than capable of ruling his people, but he can be a bit... Bird-brained (GET IT AHAHAHAHHAHA HE’S A BIRD I’M SO FUNNY). He has had more than his fair share of slip ups, but his people and his family are very understanding and don’t hold it against him. He was the one who had the idea to adopt a child, and when his husband finally agreed, he was overly excited. When they adopted Sylvia, who was just a little duckling at the time, He wouldn’t leave her or put her down for two weeks. He absolutely adores his daughter, and will stop at nothing to keep her safe.

Emperor Fallow: The husband of Emperor Thorton, he is the responsible one in the relationship. He handles most legal matters, and tends to be the one who plans and attends any meetings with other rulers. However, do not be fooled. This trusted swan has a taste for dad jokes (most of which he gets from his husband). He loves telling horrible jokes just as much as the next dad, and has surprised visitors with his sense of humor on more than one occasion. But, he loves his people and his family deeply, and can take matters involving them very seriously. He’s a swan you wouldn’t want to make angry, ever.

Sylvia: The wife of Princess Viola, she is more calm and collected than her easily-excited lover. She is a duck smaller than most of those her age, but that has neither stopped nor discouraged her from moving forward in life. She does her best to take responsibility, and will rush to aid when she is needed. She lives with her wife in the castle, and regularly takes walks in the garden in her free time. She loves both of her fathers, and will jump to defend them. It takes a lot to make her angry, but if you somehow manage to do so, you’ll know. She can be pretty frightening at times, but not to worry, she is quick to forgive someone, as she is usually very good at telling when someone is giving a sincere apology.

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