#uneditied

[pixelique]

Some eye drawing this evening!

[miraculous-ninjabird]

Posting this older work at the request of @rosiehunterwolf

No I don't have anything else context wise for you, sorry

No Working Title

Rating: T for swearing and tw

This is Angst.

TW for: panic attack, mentions of pain/injury, mentions of body modification

Word count: 1862

Summary: Lloyd wakes up after a dangerous showdown with his father that ended badly. Something isn't right, he knows it. He's just not sure what. It doesn't help he can't remember what happened

The first thing that Lloyd becomes aware of is the pleasant sound of singing. The melody is unfamiliar, but soothing. It reminds him of a memory he can’t quite fully grasp. Just a fuzzy feeling of warmth, and safety. It’s a feeling he feels the need to cling to with all his might. A large part of him wants nothing more than to stay just like this.

Another, smaller, part of him is telling him he should do...something. But he is tired. So incredibly tired. He would much rather stay as he is, comfortable and listening to the unfamiliar song.

If he had been in charge, he would have stayed as he was forever. Unfortunately, his mind was being incredibly uncooperative and it was becoming harder and harder to focus. There was still something… Lloyd tries desperately to remember what it is. His brain short circuits and in the end he gives up, allowing the music to lull him back to sleep.

When Lloyd comes to for the second time, he is more aware. Soft voices are arguing above him. A throbbing pain makes itself known to him, pressing behind his eye. He makes an attempt to blink, and instantly regrets the choice. Doing so causes the pain to morph from something moderately uncomfortable into a white hot searing sensation that, for a terrifying moment, completely overtakes him. It starts to fade quickly enough, but it leaves him uncomfortable and upset. In an effort to distract himself, he focuses on the conversation above him.

“Please. It’s been three days. You have to take care of yourself Kai,”

“It’s at least partially my fault this happened. I’m not leaving until I know he’s gonna be okay,”

“I’m not going to get into the fault argument since we’ve already been there. But we know he’s stable. I’ll be here the entire time. Nothing is going to happen. Just six hours. Sleep, eat, shower.”

“I can sleep and eat without having to leave,” Kai counters weakly. Even in his hazy state, Lloyd could hear the exhaustion in his voice.

“We both know you won’t do either of those things.” Nya pushes gently. “I can count on one hand the number of times you’ve left that chair for something other than the bathroom in the last week. That’s not good for him or you. You won’t be any help to Lloyd, now or when he wakes up, if you can't at the very least take care of yourself. The last thing we need is both of you out of commission.”

There was a pause, followed by Kai grumbling his agreement. Lloyd struggles with himself, making an effort to do anything to let Kai know that he was here. A movement. A sound. Anything to reassure Kai that he is here. He feels himself slipping back into unconsciousness. He tries to fight it, but as the soft singing from before resumes, he knows he’s lost. Barely a moment passes before he sinks into the darkness once again.

When he comes around for the third time, he is actually able to open his eyes. He is once again met with a stabbing pain, but this time it is more bearable. Blinking slowly, his vision begins to come into focus. Something about it was off but he couldn’t quite put a finger on it. All he knew is it was making it difficult to think and even harder to focus. The harsh lights do little to help.

The room he’s in is unfamiliar. Sparsely decorated with dull grey walls, there isn’t really much to look at. An empty chair is placed next to the bed with a blanket folded neatly across the back. There is a sink in one corner, and another door leading to what he assumes is a bathroom. He is alone.

As Lloyd struggles to push himself into a sitting position, the door slides open. Nya steps in, steaming mug gripped tightly in her hand. She looks up, starting in shock when she sees Lloyd. The mug slips from her grasp, shattering on the ground. She hardly seems to care as she rushes to his side.

“Lloyd!” She cries. “You’re awake? Since when? How are you feeling? Is there anything I can get for you?”

“Urghhhhhhh,” He groans, not quite able to quite form a coherent thought. Nya pauses her questions, seemingly realizing Lloyd wasn’t ready for that yet. Strong arms reach out, helping to settle him into a comfortable upright position. The lights are still too bright. He presses his hands into his eyes in an attempt to relieve the pain. It feels wrong, in a way. The skin under his one hand feels far too cool and strangely...metallic? That couldn’t be right. He must be imagining things.

“Is something wrong?” Nya taps his hand gently, bringing his focus back to her.

“Lights,” he murmurs.

“Oh! Let me fix that…” she gasps. There is some shuffling and the lights dim to a more acceptable level. He lowers his hands and squints. This he could deal with.

“Better?” She asks, and Lloyd nods. Nya gives him a smile. “How long have you been awake?”

“Since...a minute or two ago?” He blinks rapidly as one half his vision blurs strangely, almost like tv static. “Something is wrong with my eye. I can’t quite...I don’t know. It’s all blurry and weird.”

Nya’s smile drops instantly. She reaches out, grabbing both of his hands, fixing him with an intensely worried look.

“Lloyd, how much do you remember?” She presses gently. Lloyd racks his brain.. He remembers going to visit his dad, but the events afterwards are a terrifying blank.

“I...I don’t know,” he whispers. “I can’t remember anything from after I got there.”

Nya lets out a soft ‘oh’. The look on her face tells him there is something he should be remembering.

“Not to scare you or anything but…” She steps away, retrieving a hand mirror from the sink and handing it to him. Lloyd takes it, looks, and immediately drops it. He stares at the wall for a moment before hesitantly picking the mirror back up, studying the reflection.

“What the fuck. What is that? Nya. Tell me right now that I’m imagining things. Fuck. This can’t be real,” Instead of two completely normal matching human eyes, he has...whatever this is supposed to be. His left eye is now entirely black except the iris, which glows an eerie green color. Matching green lines etch the side of his face, extending up into his hairline and across his cheek. WHY DOES HIS EYE LOOK LIKE THAT? What the fuck happend to him?

As he stares, his vision once again starts to blur. Panic surges through him as he realizes what he is looking at. He has a robot eye. An honest to god robot eye that he has no memory of whatsoever. Someone had cut his eye out and replaced it with this monstrosity. Why can’t he REMEMBER?! Desperately he tries to recall something. Anything really. He comes back with nothing. Just one giant empty blank. There had to be something. You don’t just wake up one day with a robot eye and not remember it.

Out of nowhere, a thought strikes him. His eye. It looks just like Zane’s had. The lines carved across his face look just like the ones running up and down Skylor’s arm. The glowed the same shade as everything in his father’s stupid base. Did that mean…?

An uncomfortable constricting feeling takes root in his chest and he lets out a strangled gasp. No no nonononononono this couldn’t be happening. Stupid stupid stupid! He would never...but his dad. His thoughts begin to spiral as he desperately tries to stop himself from piecing things together. He no longer wants to know. Don’t think. Don’t remember. It’s too much. It’s all too much.

“Lloyd. Breath,” Nya’s voice cuts through his panicked haze. As she speaks, he becomes aware of the fact he has not, in fact, been breathing. He takes a gasping, shuddering breath. His lungs don’t like that and he devolves into a fit of coughing. The mirror is plucked from his grasp and firm hands squeeze his arms with just enough force to drag his mind back to the real world. Nya speaks again.

“Look at me.” He obeys, turning his gaze on her. She opens her arms, a silent gesture. Lloyd doesn’t hesitate, flinging himself at her with what limited strength he has left and pressing into her. With a start, he realizes that he is crying.

“You’re scared. I would be too. I wish I could tell you it was all a dream,” She murmurs softly. “This is undoubtedly strange and scary for you. There’s no avoiding it.”

Strange and scary? Life altering and utterly terrifying seemed more appropriate terms. Waking up missing part of his memories wasn’t a thing he really knew how to handle. Unexpectedly becoming part android was not something he was equipped to handle. Theorizing his father was responsible was NOT something he wanted to even think about handling. Not in the slightest. How was he supposed to move on from this?

Nya seemed to sense he was spiraling. Maybe the fact he has started to tremble uncontrollably had given it away

“Hey, hey. I wasn’t finished. You may be experiencing something horrible, but you aren’t alone. I’m here. Kai is here. The others are all here. Whatever happens. We are here to support you.” Nya pulls him tighter, pressing a light kiss to his forehead.

Lloyd doesn’t really know what to say. There isn’t really anything he can say. He finds himself clinging to her like she is a lifeline. His head is throbbing, and he finds himself feeling drained. Nya’s arms are warm and comfortable, but it’s not enough to drive off the fear. It clings to him, worming its way into every dark corner of his mind. He wants to scream, but the best he can get is a choked sob.

In response, Nya starts to hum. Lloyd recognizes the tune immediately. It was the same one from before. He latches onto the sound with everything he has. The effect was almost instantaneous. When focused on the soft notes, the panic fades to the background. It was still there, but more manageable than before. Slowly but surely, he starts to feel like he can breathe again. His whole body relaxes into Nya’s embrace. Maybe if they could just stay like this...

It’s only a few minutes before Nya hears the soft sound of snoring. Looking down, she sees that exhaustion has won out and Lloyd has once again slipped into unconsciousness. That was a relief. She’d screwed that up big time. Next time he woke, she would make sure to tread more carefully. And when Kai came in to relieve her, she would have to make sure to update him on the situation. He would undoubtedly be mad, but she wasn’t about to leave a panicking Lloyd to go wake him up. Looks like things were going to be far more complicated than they’d originally thought...

[sunnieskies02]

Museum Delights

Gargoyle! Kirishima x Reader

2.4k Words

I am taking part in another server collab with MHA & Readers and we explored three different universes this time. The other works were really amazing so if you wish to go into another au go to @liliesoftherain

Trigger Warnings: super fluffy and sweet

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‘They always come at 12:00pm’

Kirishima always reminded him of that time whenever they would stop by. Y/n..y/n. He loved their name, each vowel that rolled off of his tongue, the vibration of the constants that rang in his ears. He loved this human no doubt about it.

His infatuation with this human started when they came into the garden one day in a (f/c) blouse and denim jeans. Their (h/c) hair and (e/c) eyes were radiant in the sun, the shape of their body held some type of elegance that Kirishima couldn’t put his tongue on.

“Well, aren’t you a pretty little ‘goyle.” That was what they had first said to him and he was surprised. Were they talking to me? Do they know that I’m a ghoul? Kirishima shook himself of those thoughts and listened to their little ramblings. Everyday they would come to the bench, greet him and talk to themselves and just talk and through their little ramblings or phone calls he slowly learned more about them.

Their name was Y/N L/N. They liked history and traditional forms of art, science and traditions which was the reason why they came to the Traditional Japanese Museum. All this information that Kirishima was learning about y/n made him feel all bubbly inside and happy. He fell even harder for y/n when they would ask him (rhetorical questions) and look at him. It placed an ache in his heart when he wanted to answer but feared scaring them off so he stood still in his position.

However, when the museum was closed and the moon’s beam shined down upon him and his friends they sprang to life and he could talk about y/n all day.

“Aww Bakugou has a little faith. They’re amazing!!”

“That human would run away from you shitty hair and get your head out of the gutter.” Bakugou scoffed at him, during the day Bakugou was a blue-green oni with a black mask and

“Like you’d have any chance with y/n you speak of. They may not be as hot as you say they are.”

Kirishima darted a glance at Sero, he was clad in a male yukata that was orange black and white wearing dark brown getas. “You're a gargoyle, you aren’t the hottest thing walking Kirishima. I look a little more human than you so this cutie that you're talking about I might take them up for grabs myself.”

“You wouldn’t DARE take them away from me.” Kirishima barked at him, but he bared his gums at Sero, snarling as heat rolled off of his back. “Whoa there, you're starting to act like Bakugou all possessive. I’m pretty sure you have a chance…. If they were also a gargoyle too!!”

Denki snickered as he punctuated his sentence. Kirishima sank down on the ench near the apocynum and sighed. He ran his clawed hands through his fingers and looked down into the stream of water that ran alongside the flowers.

He was saddened by his reflection, his friends were right though, his gray skin, red hair and sharp teeth were not and did not look appealing. All of his friends were good looking. Denki was a yokai in a painting, Sero was model in the painting and although Bakugou was a blue green oni, he was able to give himself a nice milky tan.

Then in a huff he smacked both sides of his face, he couldn’t be so down on himself if he truly wanted to be with y/n.

“H-hey Kirishima. W-what’s going on.” In shock he turned away from the flowing stream and was greeted with a pair of green eyes. “I-it’s nothing Izuku, I just am um...thinking about a few things.” Izuku was a samurai in the museum, wearing hismetal armor holding his katana with pride. He gets to be a samurai, that’s better than what I am.

“Well, it must be something very important if that always smiling face I see in the garden is frowning.” Kirishima smiled meekly at him, “It's about this person I… that I like their name is y/n. I want to talk to them, get to know them and eventually y’know. “

“Date them?” Kirishima nodded his head in agreeance “Yea but...I’mma gargoyle, I'm gray with red hair and I’m not as attractive as the others like you. I'm scaly and cracked in a few places, y/n would never like me.” Kirishima looked up at Izuku with tears prickling the corners of his eyes but Izuku’s warm hand wiped the tears away and showed him a beaming smile.

“The attitude you have is how the situation will present itself to you. If you have a defeated attitude you will be placed in a defeated situation. All you have to do is take it a step at a time Kirishima but the only thing stopping you is them seeing this side of you and not the statue they adore.”

“Y-your right Izuku but what should I do. How should I grab their attention.” Izuku placed his hand under the tip of his chin and thought for a moment; Izuku’s hand came down firmly in his palm in a fist and said “How about you move a little bit everyday. If they truly like you or have some admiration for you they should notice a slight change in your look.

Kirishima’s face lit up, “T-That sounds like an amazing idea Izuku! B-but now the problem is how are they gonna see me in my human form?” Izuku’s face frowned, he hadn’t thought of that but ochaco came in and said “There is supposed to be a stargazing event next Saturday! If we could somehow convince them to come to the event you could speak to them then!” Izuku and OChacho high-fived each other and stared back at Kirishima with wishful eyes, “So what do you think Kirishim, can you do that?”

Kirishima scratched the back of his neck, “Y-yea I can do that. I totally can.” Then as the sun showed over the horizon, everyone scrambled back into their positions and stilled. Kirishima’s plan tomake y/n fall in love with him had hatched and he was already at work.

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“Ahhh its nice to see you again Y/n and right on the dot too.” You waved at Big Paulie, he was the guard during the day time, he was big and plump and always keeps good company.

As you entered through the museum, something in you told you to look at the rest of the art work before you sat in front of your gargoyle friend. While walking through the museum, you ogle at the many faces presented before you and you found them to be amazing, you would walk up to the frame and run your fingers along side of it.

While gazing upon the picture it looked as if the painting blinked. You pull away from the painting and squint your eyes at the painting just to see if it would do it again but it did. You shrug it off and head to the flower garden.

As you make your way down the stone path you take in the sunlight that shows down in the garden making every flower shine in the light. You came to the garden everyday because the garden was your safe haven, the bustling of the day and the awful coworkers you had on your mind washed away when you came to the garden, especially since you adored the little gargoyle at the center.

You made way towards your little stomping grounds where you noticed that...the gargoyle looked a little bit different then the last time. As you inch closer to the center of the garden you see that your friend has shifted to the right of where you sit.

“Mhm, you look different today my friend,” you rub the underside of his hinged jaw and motion to sit down. When you look up from the bench you see that the head of the gargoyle is angled down just slightly. Your eyebrows scrunch up but you shrug your shoulders and mind your business, “Oh,” you started while talking to your inanimate friend.

“The weirdest thing happened, I was looking at the yellow yokai down the hall and it looked like it blinked. Thats crazy right, I thought I was going crazy for a minute but...I don’t know. I stared back at it again to see if it would blink but it didn’t. Am I going crazy goyle?”

You look up at the statue from under your lashes and laugh to yourself ‘I must be going crazy thinking that it would answer. You get up from your bench and stroke the ears of the gargoyle, you tilt your head and smile “I don’t know why I’m so drawn to you it's weird, I don’t get it. Welp… I have to go now. Until next time little goyle.”

You slowly back away from the still statue and smile at it. Little did you know that the beast hidden behind the statue beamed with joy.

Later than evening

¨ DENKI YOU IDIOT!” A hard smack landed on the back of his neck with a reverberating ow sounding right after. “Geez dude, what I did was harmless, I had no idea I should blab off to you.” Denki rubbed at his throbbing knot in his head while Kirishima continued to walk alongside Bakugou. Mina ran up next to Kirishima and grabbed onto his arm.

“They were really pretty though Kirishima, and I have a little note ready for you to give them all you need to do is put it in your mouth. A little starter, youd be like a secret admirer in their eyes. And every night before the sun rises you write a small note recapping on your day or give your opinion on it.” As she beamed a smile up at Kirishima he nodded his head in agreement, and sat down at the base of his podium. There he started to write out what he wanted to tell her, nervous about it he asked Bakugou to look over it.

“Get to the point, you can't say that you love them yet but… talk about how they look and your conversations between one another. You really are dumbass aren you shitty hair.” Kirishima looked up and pouted at him, “Well do yoiu know how to swoon someone that you can talk to.” Bakugou pinched the bridge of his nose and snatched the paper out of Kirishima's hands. He scribbled quickly onto the paper and shoved it back to him.

“The sun is rising idiot, you better get back in place.” With wide eyes Kirishima opened his mouth but closed it knowing that whatever he wrote was going to ensure that it was going to grab y/n’s attention. He just had to wait for the days that followed.

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(sorry I have to cut it short)

As the days passed you became so enamored with the notes that were left inside of your stone friends mouth. They always keep their identity hidden but sounded so charming, sweet and always spoke about being manly. However, this mysterious ‘Kirishima’ invited them to sneak into the museum at night to see him. You thought it was weird but wanted to see where this would take you.

So on the date of the request from Kirihsima, you spoke with Big Paule so he could give you a spare key and the password to the alarm system to get in. As you slowly open the door to the museum and take a few steps in you hear voices bouncing off of the walls.

You are taken aback in surprise when you go out into the garden and see it filled with people dressed in traditional japanese wear and of all colors shapes and sizes. Staggering back for a few moments, your foot catches onto a branch and you fall down on your butt. You sit up and rub you bottom and as you do so a blonde haired man pulls you up off of the floor. “Hey there beautiful...whoa Kirishima was right! You are beautiful, Im Denki Kaminari and you are?” His light sweet voice traveled into your ears as he spoke to you, staring back at him.

“Ummm… Iḿ Y/n. It's nice to meet you and who you.”A smile shone across his face as he looked at you and stuck his tongue out playfully. “Is that yokai that blinked that one time?” You open your mouth in awe and try to snatch your hand back “Y-you are a painting?!” He chuckles to himself and says “You havenŕ even met Kirishima and the others yet come one.”

You take a deep breath and pray that whoever this Kirishima person or….is he a person. Fear ran through your body… was kirishima not human?? At this point it's not even a valid question….you were talking to a painting for crying out loud. You walked further into the garden and you saw that it was filled with the statues you would walk by during the day, you stared in shock and shrank away when all of the ‘statues’ stared at you.

Then out of the crowd of looking eyes a tanned man with a grey tail and red hair walked forward nervously.

“H-hey y/n. It's me, K-kirishima.” You walk up to him in amazement, and take in his pretty alluring and attractive features. His spiky hair, taut muscles and everything on him just looked interesting. “I hope you aren weirded out but this is what happens at night and I wanted to see you. A-and I was the one who was leaving those heartfelt notes in my mouth everyday...and I was the cause for your ‘goyle’ shifting everyday.”

You couldn believe your eyes were staring at Kirishima, your secret admirer, your crush and to your surprise you fell in love with a shapeshifting gargoyle. “I know this is weird and you may not like me back and I-” His lips are silenced by your hand over his and placing a kiss on it. You take several steps back and send him a loving smile “I don't mind dating a gargoyle, that will be interesting.”A small squeal erupted from Kirishimaś lips as he wrapped you up in big bear hug.

This relationship was going to be interesting for the both of you, human and ghoul. But in the back of your mind, what more could you ask for with your newfound gargoyle boyfriend.

[friskdaferret]

Okay so I was in a long car ride the other day and I wrote a poem about them moon, and its really crappy right now cause I meant to edit it later but Im really lazy soooo Im just gonna show it to you now in all its crappiness galore

Maybe I'll edit it later so then you can see the before and after or something idk

[ficsnsht]

Rafinha Alcantara

Waking up at 8 am on a Saturday morning should not be legal. But the constant knocking on you door made it impossible to fall back asleep.

You made your way down the hall to open your apartment door.

"Morning sunshine!!!" Your best friend Rafinha said

"Ugh it's you," you said as you let him in and made your way to the living room.

"What do you want?" You said yawning,

"I have some bad/good news," he said, " well remember the party i was suppose to have tonight? Well turns out I can't have it at my place  because my kitchen sink broke and the plumbers made a complete mess"

"Well that sucks. I was actually looking forward to it," you said as you scrolled through your phone.

"Well i'm glad your bummed out about it because i kind of told everyone we were gong to have it here at your house," he said, like it was the most normal thing in the world.

"You did what!?!" you screamed,

"I said i told the-,"

"I know what you said! Why would you do that? Didn't you think about oh i don't know asking me first if it was alright?," you said fuming.

"Well i just thought that you would say yes because your the bestest friend in the world and like you should only want whats best for me and this party tonight is what's best for me," he said pouting.

"oh shut up" i said, throwing a couch pillow at his head and walking back into my room.

i laid on my back with my arms crossed on my chest. I had to admit that the party sounded really fun. Raf is known to have one of the best parties in the city and everyone always enjoy them.

*Knock8

"Can i come in?" Raf said in an adorable voice.

That boy is too cute to stay mad at.

i nodded and he came inside.

"Your right. I should've asked your permission first. I'm sorry," he said sincerely.

"i forgive you." i said,

He got off the bed, "I guess i should tell everyone the party is cancelled," he said dialing some number on his phone.

"Raf wait," i said,

"I guess you can have your party here tonight,"

"YES!!! I-I mean okay," he said, trying to play it off as if he wasn't too excited.

"You won't regret this! Your going to have the time of your life Y/N" he said rushing out of the bedroom.

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After a couple hours of watching Raf go crazy while trying to get everything ready, i managed to escape and get ready.

Putting on my red strapless body con dress, i went downstairs and was in complete shock. Somehow Rafinha managed to turn my house into a nightclub. There was lights, a bar, a dj, the couches were pulled to the side, the pool was filled with beach balls, and of course the main event, the mechanical bull.

"Wow," i whispered,

A tan arm wrapped around my waist, "Cool, isn't it," Raf said,

"You outdid yourself Raf, this is amazing," i said giving him a one arm hug.

"C'mon lets go have some fun," he said, dragging you away to mingle with some people.

After tons and tons of drinks, i was feeling a little adventurous. I spotted Raf with his friends and made my way over to him.

"Let's dance!," i said pulling him into the dance floor. We danced a lot and i noticed he had this look on his face that i haven't seen before. It was kinda hot. Oh what am i saying. I can't fall love with my best friend. Right?

Somehow the music changed and now we were slow dancing. He kept his eyes on me. The alcohol was kicking in and i didn't realize that he was leaning closer and closer to me. I closed my eyes for a brief second and opened them quickly when i felt his lips connect with mine. We kissed. We actually kissed. The moment was ruined when his friends came to his side and starting taking about how great the party was.

I used that to my advantage. I rushed out of the dance floor and made my way to the restroom. I splashed water on my face to control myself.

"It's okay, it was the alcohol" i kept repeating in my head to reassure myself that what had happened would be okay and it would not matter in the morning.

I left the bathroom and meet up at the bar with some friends i recognized. We kept drinking and drinking. During the time at the bar, i could see Rafinha burning a hole on the side of my face but i dared not to look.

"Let's go on the bull," i said, stumbling a little bit as i walked up to the set up. Yup, the alcohol had definitely hit. Alcohol and mechanical bull, bad idea. Did i care? Nope.

once i managed to get on with the help of the lovely man working the attraction, i manged to stay on and for a long time. A crowed gathered around and cheers erupted. The bull stopped for a brief second and Rafinha was standing on the side with a look of panic/ worry on his face.

In the moment of weakness, i lost control and went flying off the bull. I literally flew off and managed to make it out in the lawn. Groaning i tried to get up but that didn't work so well.

"are you okay," a concerned voice said, while grabbing me and standing me on my feet.

It was Raf. My Hero.

"Huh? oh yeah fine," i said trying to get out of his grasp.

"Your bleeding," he said looking down onto my right knee that managed to get scraped up. "Let's get you cleaned up," he said, directing me to the bathroom.

He grabbed my waist and sat me on the counter. He grabbed a cotton ball form the medicine cabinet with alcohol and cleaned the wound.

"Ouch," i squeaked,

"Sorry but i have to clean it up," he said,

After he was done, we stayed quiet for some time before i broke the silence.

"well thank you for helping me,"i said hopping off the counter and making my way to the door.

"wait," he said,

i didn't dare to turn around, still facing the door, i could feel him coming closer and closer making me nervous.

"about what happened a while ago-" he started.

"It's okay, already forgotten," i said quickly.

"What if i don't want to forget it,"he said, making me turn around. "You have been the only constant thing in my life. You have always supported me through everything and always manage to keep a smile on my face. After all these years of hanging out and being only best friends, has changed the way i look at you. Well what i'm trying to say is if maybe we can give us a try. Like relationship kinda try," he said looking super nervous that i had to chuckle at that.

"okay," i said, bringing his lips down to mine.

"That was easy," he said.

I slapped his shoulder and said, "Don't push it mister,"

We left the bathroom hand in hand and continued to enjoy the party.

*unedited*

[moar-pixxls]

because I can’t be bothered to edit but looooook! those angles~ those booois~ ♥

[tieflingboi]

Ack!! So sorry!!! I understand, it's all good!!! Maybe something like a little Georgie feeling bored and Caregiver George decides to take a break to play with him? Or, if you can't do that, maybe some Middle John fluff? Sorry, I just love your work! Any things fine!

1. no need to be sorry fam -finger guns- I gochuu

2.  how do we know John is actually a middle, it could have been a mistake on the other caregivers part -wiggles eyebrows- we shall have to wait and see~

3. I love that you love my work! if it wasn’t for the support of you guys I wouldn’t have written anything but the first fic i wrote.

ficlet under cut

Honestly, Washington was surprised. Obviously, it wasn’t a bad thing that Georgie still wanted himself and Martha to care for him, but it had been many years since they had begun this journey. With the Brit living on the other side of the city and Washington constantly flat out with work, it was most certainly a surprise that they got any time to spend together at all!

And yet here they were. Georgie sprawled out on the floor, crayons and colouring sheets discarded, lying haphazardly near the similarly abandoned dolls and stuffed animals. The toddler in question made a noise similar to an angry cow. 

George hardly reacted, only lifting his eyes off his paperwork for a second before bringing them back down to the fine print. He wanted nothing more than to play with the kid, but Georgie or not, Washington had work to do. 

“Daddy I’m boreeeeeeed” 

“Hello Bored, I’m Daddy.” 

Georgie screwed his nose up at the joke, it was old and was funny. 

An eternity later ( read 10 minutes) Washington placed the paper back into his briefcase, it's not like he was really able to keep his focus anyway. 

“Okay Georgie, what do you want to do?” 

“Painting!” 

“Definitely not.”

“Water fights!” 

“We’re inside and it’s the middle of winter. Think again.” 

“Dollies?” 

“Dollies, I can do.” Washington chuckled sitting on the floor in a swift graceful movement. Georgie all but raced towards him, jumping into the caregiver's lap.

Geroge reached behind him and picked up a handful of dolls, chose one for himself and offered the rest to Georgie. 

He made his voice into a high pitched ‘vally girl accent’ 

“OMG guess what?!” 

Georgie was already in a fit of laughter. 

[writtenthroughtime]

Can you write a fic about Young Ian and Rachel? Aside from J and C they are my favorite couple!

Hi @lindseyylu17! 

Thank you so much for dropping in! I have a confession, Rachel is one of my least favorite characters….ever. Maybe it’s the way DG writes her, idk. She bothers me to no end. Perhaps it’s her incessant use of the word “friend.” I felt like she was never good enough for Young Ian. In my opinion, she wants to change him too much and I don’t think she understands him, nor do I think she fully respects him, his upbringing or religion(s). 

With that being said, I took a step out of my comfort zone to give you this little drabble set in the Mo Chridhe universe. I do hope you enjoy!

“Ian! When did ye get here lad?” Jamie said, pulling his nephew into a hug and thumping him on the back.

“This morning,” he responded, a hand holding the back of his head. “I’m dog tired, Uncle. Do ye have a place I can sneak a quick lie in?”

Jamie looked puzzled but guided Ian back to his office, and pointed to the lumpy, paper-strewn couch. “It’s no much, but it’ll do. Have ye no gone to the house? I ken we’re a noisy lot, but Claire would have kept them quiet long enough for ye to get yer bearings straight.”

Ian laughed and shook his head. “I havena gone over there, no. Mam said to come straight to the paper and find ye, so that’s where I had the cabbie drop me.”

One hand drug down Jamie’s face in exasperation. “Jaysus. O’course yer Mam wouldna give us any warning and have ye come to work immediately.” Bending over, Jamie cleared away a few loose papers at the same time Ian slumped onto the couch, his head resting on a stack of newsprint.

“I’ll be fine, Uncle. Just give me a few minutes to…” Ian’s eyes drooped shut at the same time his words ended.

“Mr. Fraser!” A loud, high-pitched squeal shook Ian from his uneasy slumber.

“Oh!” The girl said a hand clapped over her mouth. “I’m so sorry. I was looking for Mr. Fraser.”

“Uncle Jamie, aye. I heard ye.” They said simultaneously.

“I dinna ken where he is at the moment, but I’m sure ye can find him about.”

“Right. I’m sorry really. I didn’t know anyone else might have been in here, let alone take a nap.”

Ian smiled at her, his bleary eyes starting to focus. The girl that stood before him made his heart skip, and a cold sweat broke out on his palms. He gulped, trying to wet his now dry throat.

“I should…” she pointed to the door.

“Wait!” Ian stumbled off of the couch and caught her wrist. “I didna catch yer name.”

She smiled brightly at him, stuck her hand out and said, “My name is Rachel, Rachel Hunter.”

He grabbed her hand and never wanted to let go. “Nice to meet ye Miss Hunter, my name is Ian Murray.”