Our group currently consists of a half-orc fighter, a wood elf ranger, a genasi wizard, and a gnome barbarian. we’re also known for bumbling into high-level boss fights and generally causing a ruckus. in our last session, they wound up in a room full of treasure with a centaur mummy laid out on a slab
DM: as you touch the door, the mummy begins to rise. He says, “You may not–”
Ranger: Can I get his headpiece after we kill him?
DM: “Oh…I was just going to tell you not to touch the door. But sure, let’s get right to fighting”
Barbarian: Wait! -offers him a sugar cube from her hand-
DM: Well, he takes it but he’s still going to fight you
Barbarian: I offer another sugar cube
DM: you’ll have to roll persuasion for that. What’s your modifier?
Barbarian (OOC): literally zero but okay -rolls 16-
DM: Okay, so he starts to–wait, where did you even GET sugar cubes?
Barbarian: uhh…the town
Everyone: -completely losing it-
DM: you know, what, I’m going to allow it because you managed to bluff not only the boss but also me
10 Tools for the Armchair Astronaut, or How to Explore the Solar System from Home
At this very moment, spacecraft are surveying the solar system, from Mars, to Saturn, to Pluto and beyond. Now you can ride along to see the latest discoveries from deep space. For this week’s edition of 10 Things, we’ve assembled a toolkit of 10 essential resources for the desktop astronaut.
1. It’s Like Facebook, but for Planets
Or is it more of a Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Solar System? Whatever one calls it, our planets page offers quick rundowns, as well as in-depth guides, for all the major bodies in the solar system. Explore from the sun all the way to the Oort Cloud.
If you still haven’t tried Eyes on the Solar System, you’re missing out. This free, downloadable simulation app lets you tour the planets and track the past, current and future positions of spacecraft–all in 3D. Eyes on the Solar System uses real NASA data to help you take a virtual flight across both space and time.
With so much exploration underway, discoveries and new insights into the solar system come at a pace that borders on bewildering. NASA is rewriting the textbooks, literally, on a regular basis. Relax, though: there are several easy ways to stay up to date with what’s happening in space.
We’re in constant communication with spacecraft all over the solar system. The Deep Space Network is a global network of giant antenna dishes that makes it possible. With this online app, you can learn how it works – and even see which spacecraft are phoning home right now.
Spacecraft 3D is an augmented reality (AR) application that lets you learn about and interact with a variety of spacecraft that are used to explore our solar system, study Earth and observe the universe. Print out the AR target and your camera will do the rest, making the spacecraft appear in 3D right in front of you. Learn more about these robotic explorers as they pop up on your desk, in your hand, or on your dog’s head.
After you’ve toured the far reaches of the solar system, you can always come home again. When you have spent time studying the harsh conditions on our neighboring planets, the charms of a unique paradise come into sharp focus, the place we call Earth.
@avengerstories - The messages you sent me after editing this part let me know that I had successfully tugged on all of the right heartstrings, so thank you for that.
Whenever an uncomplicated task arises, people say it’s as easy to accomplish as breathing. The adage always made perfect sense to you whenever you heard it. Breathing is second nature. It can be done without having to think twice and, sometimes, it feels like certain tasks are the same way.
Today, that’s not the case. Standing here across from Bucky for the first time in weeks, you find that breathing is anything but easy. The air was knocked out of your lungs as soon as you stumbled upon the note he wrote on the canvas and you haven’t yet recovered. You have to keep reminding yourself to breathe, just breathe. But it’s hard. How are you supposed to remember to inhale and exhale in a moment like this?
“Are you going to say something?” You press, once the silence of the room becomes too unbearable. Your fingers curl tightly around the canvas as you wait for Bucky to speak. “Anything?”
Context: We were playing a session of 5e, the group consisted of a CN Female Aventi Bard (Aventis being an aquatic variant of Humans from 3.5, played by me), a CN Male Half Dragon Turtle/ Half elf ranger, a NG Male Wood Elf Monk, and a LE Female Human Cleric of some homebrewed deity. None of us liked the Electrum currency, but I hated it with a passion. We were in port after having fled from a kraken we had luckily spotted before it was able to attack us due to my trident of warning. While everyone was resting back on the ship, they decided to send me off to find some waterbreathing potions because we were going to look for a shipwreck later.
DM: You see a small, unassuming building with a small sign hanging from it that says “Discount Magic Shop”
Me: I’ll go inside I suppose.
DM: Okay. As you walk inside, you see a cluttered mess of items and shelves. While you take in the mess before you, a small elderly gnome appears behind the counter.
Gnome (DM): “Can I help you Missy?”
Me: “Yeah, do you have any potions of waterbreathing? I recently learned that my friends cant breathe underwater.”
Gnome: “Yes, I do. That’ll be 75 gold per bottle.”
I had forgotten my money pouch back on the ship and only had a single Electrum piece with me. The Gnome and I struck up a conversation about Electrum and soon discovered our mutual disdain for the useless piece of coin. One thing lead to another and I ended up convincing him to awaken the electrum piece.
My DM decided that the electrum piece would be shocked at its sudden sentience and would do nothing but scream when taken out of my money pouch. So, I returned to the ship empty handed and was immediately given the third degree about my lack of waterbreathing potions. I told the group that I had forgotten my money but I had convinced the shopkeep to awaken my electrum piece. Suffice to say, my group was disappointed. Later on, we were getting ready to leave and they had sent me to pay the dock master (they made sure I had my coin purse). On the way their, I was pickpocketed without my knowing and didn’t realize until I had arrived at the dock masters office because I heard a distinctly familiar screaming sound and, a few moments later, a young man came into view and threw my coin purse at me.
Young Man: “Make it stop! I cant take the screaming anymore!”
Me: “Shh, shh. I cant make it stop, only you can do that. You see, you have angered my Goddess and she is a petty, vindictive Goddess and will only lift the curse if you make the proper offering.”
DM: Make a deception check.
Me: *rolls* 27
DM: He nods his head rapidly and asks what the proper offering is.
Me: “In your case, she demands a full return of what was stolen as well as an offering of equal value to her. That would be around 5000 gold.”
DM: “I don’t have that kind of money. I could barely do half that!”
Me: “Tell you what, give me my stuff back and 2500 and I’ll see what I can do.”
DM: He hands you your money back and takes you to the end of the docks where he pulls up a rope with a large sack tied to the end. He hands you the sack and asks you what happens now.
Me: “Now, we wait. If she accepts the offering the screaming will stop. If not…” I would like to close my money pouch to stop the screaming without him knowing.
DM" Make a sleight of hand check.
Me: *rolls* Nat 20!
DM: Yeah, you kinda just shake your waist a little and the screaming stops as the electrum piece is covered by the rest of your money.
Me: “She has accepted your offering. I will have to take this to her church so the proper rites can be recited and then given to her.”
I successfully conned a man out of 2500 gold because of that electrum piece. I later went on active cons with that piece of electrum until my DM finally got tired of me and had my Goddess punish me for using her name as part of cheap ploys to obtain money. I offered her half of the accumulated wealth and the Electrum piece as my way of begging for my life. That electrum piece has shown up in many of our games after that.
Can you do an imagine where Cameron kisses you and is really touchy/clingy with you all the time and the guys tease him about it but you love it and think it’s cute? Thank you ilysm 💕💖
Hey love, Wondering if it was possible for you to write an imagine where you and Cameron have a heavy make out session where you give each other hickies, grind etc?
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The setting sun cast a golden glow across your eyes as the end of the day drew near. You sat on the edge of the pool, swishing your toes into the cool water as you watched Cameron mess around with the guys. He’d invited a bunch of them over; the Jack’s, Nash, and Aaron. The guys were tangled in the grass in a wrestling match that you couldn’t help but laugh at, and as they rolled through the greenery, you saw Cam’s head poke up to look at you. His big goofy grin spread across his face as he cheesed at you happily from across the garden, so you reciprocated the gesture. You heard him say something, and then untangle himself from the boys to come jog over to your side. He plopped down on the warm stone beside you, and dipped his own feet into the water.
“Hey gorgeous,” he said happily.
“Hey Cam,” you grinned, “having fun?”
“Mm,” he shrugged, “I think it’s more fun when I’m with you.”
He kicked his foot up, sending water droplets all over your legs, and looking pleased about it, too.
“Cameron!” you pouted and gave him a shove whilst you scooted away from him.
“Sorry, but I couldn’t miss the opportunity,” he chortled.”Now come back here, I wanna hold you.”
You raised your head and threw him a glare, trying not to break your angry facade.
“I know you can’t stay angry at me,” he teased.
Your face melted into a smile as you scooted back to his side, “Well, you’re right.”
You put your feet back in the water, bending your head down to stare at the crystal ripples across the surface of the pool. You saw Cameron’s wavering reflection in the water, his eyes on you as he noticed a stray hair in your face that he tucked gently away behind your ear.
“You’re really beautiful, but I like you better when you’re not just a reflection,” he said, signalling that he wanted your attention.
You giggled and raised your head, turning to lock eyes with Cameron. His big brown eyes held yours, his bronzed skin glowing under the light of the sun as he wrapped a warm arm around your waist. He bit at his round lower lip, his thumb gently caressing your back, but he only brought himself close enough to you that small gap lay between your mouth and his.
“Fine well if you’re not gonna kiss me,” you joked and pretended to pull away, causing Cameron to pull you forward and laugh into your lips. You brought your arms into a lock around his neck, Cameron’s hands holding your face to his as he molded his warm and soft lips gently into yours. He smelled like the freshly cut grass and he tasted like heaven, so much so that you found your chests pressed together, your nails digging into his skin as you urged him for more.
Suddenly, you were interrupted by a loud whistle, and out of nowhere a huge wave of water crashed over you and Cam. You stuttered and pulled your lips from his, wiping the water out of your eyes and turning to face four smug faced boys in the pool. The Jack’s, Aaron and Nash whooped at you from the water, “Sorry, did we interrupt you?” they called sarcastically.
You stuck your tongue out at them and folded your arms, “At least I have someone to kiss right now.”
Johnson shook out his blonde hair like a dog and swam at you, his hands grabbing at your exposed legs, “Say it again,” he dared.
Cameron kicked at Johnson’s shoulder with his own foot, “C’mon, give it a rest.”
Jack raised an eyebrow and smiled, “Can’t keep your hands off her for five minutes can you?”
“Don’t you get sick of him?” laughed Gilinsky.
Nash swam to the poolside and plopped down right between you and Cam, forcing you apart.
“Guys,” you smiled, eyeing Cameron, who’s cheeks were flared in embarrassment.
“I wonder what would’ve happened if we’d left Cameron for one more minute,” said Johnson.
“He was all over you, (Y/N),” Aaron added.
“I like him like that,” you smirked and extended your hand to Cam, who stared at it questioningly.
Nash grabbed your hand before he could take it, and laced his fingers right into yours. “Awh, look, we’re holding hands,” he sung out at Cameron.
Aaron and the others began swimming towards Cameron at the same time.
“Hey, what do you think you’re doing?” you asked them.
“Stop,” Cameron hissed as Nash pushed him towards the water, the other boys dragging him down.
“Ca-” you started, but he just shook his head at you and let himself be tossed into the water with his shirt on.
When he came up, all the boys had exploded into laughter.
You threw them a glare and kicked Nash back into the water to shut him up.
Cameron hoisted himself out of the water, and began to slink away.
“Babe, wait up,” you called, offering him your dry towel. You were in your bikini, but you’d dried off a while ago, so you stuck your hand out, and Cameron took it halfheartedly.
He tossed off his soaked shirt and looked himself over, “at least I had my swim shorts on.”
You pursed your lips and nodded, sighing a bit, “Sorry Cam.”
Cameron wrapped the plush white towel around himself, “Not your fault.”
He ran a hand through his brown-golden hair until he had it in place again, his deep brown eyes resting back on yours.
You smiled a bit and ran your fingers through his wet locks, “stray hair,” you smiled.
Cam chuckled sadly, his smile forced.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” you asked. “Please tell me those guys aren’t getting to you.”
Cameron flicked his tongue across his lips, his eyes flickering back to the guys, who were all watching you both.
“Oh come on, babe,” you laughed.
“They won’t stop getting on me being like this about you,” he sighed in frustration.
“I don’t mind, it’s cute” you said.
“But they piss me off so much,” he glared at them.
Your fingers grasped his jaw, making him look at you, “I love you so much,” you smiled wide.
“Am I too clingy?” he responded quietly, his eyes searching your face.
“I could never get enough of you,” you breathed seriously.
His lips twitched, “Your like a drug, (Y/N)”
You folded yourself into his arms, pecking him once, twice, three times. The water droplets sparkling on Cameron’s rippled chest were snuffed out by your skin on his. You moved your face from his, but his hand snapped up, bringing you back into his sugar sweet lips, his breath hot on your face as he paused for air before swooping back down on your mouth. You nipped at his lower lip, your eyes closing, hands moving to his soft hair and letting the sensation of his smooth lips pressing firmly to yours take you away. Cameron tilted his head, crashing his lips to yours for more, his tongue finding its way into your mouth easily. Your tongue slid between Cam’s lips, both your tongue’s fighting for dominance, a low growl rumbling hungrily within Cameron’s throat. You moaned quietly into him, your nails grabbing at his hair, his grip on you unbreakable.
It was Cameron who let go, his chest rising heavily, his lips satisfyingly raw. He brought his hands down onto your curved hips, a smile growing on his face.
“You know they’re all watching us?” you asked.
“Of course,” he smiled and turned you away from the boys, his lips finding your jaw. You bent into him, aware that every second he satisfied you, his eyes were right on the embarrassed boys in the pool. He groaned into your skin, sucking and nibbling at your jaw until he’d left his mark. You let the primal instinct in you take over, your back hitting the wall of the house and closing the space between your bodies. He wasn’t done with you yet, though. You bent your head to the side, Cameron’s hot lips back at your exposed neck and drawing noises of satisfaction from you. His body glued to yours, he held you pinned there, and began to grind his body gently into you, the rhythm of his body on yours matching the pace at which he worked his mouth on your skin. Flustered and aroused, he detached his lips from your neck, leaving noticeable purple marks across your flesh. You sighed in satisfaction, nuzzling your head into the crook of Cameron’s neck, one of his hands wrapped tight around your waist, the other holding your head to his sun kissed skin. Cameron ran his fingers through your tangles, dropping a kiss on the top of your head and lifting his head to the distanced boys, who stared dumbfounded at him, drool practically hanging from their open mouths. He threw them a smug expression and momentarily raised his hand to give them all the finger.
“We should go inside,” Cam mumbled faintly into your skin.
“Why?” you asked, raising your eyes to his mischievous ones.
“Because what I’m about to do to you would not be appropriate for the guys to see,” he chuckled.
trying,” you counter, fighting the urge to glare at Steve.
talk,” He instructs with a click of his tongue, sounding like an impatient
mother addressing a misbehaving child.
time, you have to physically force yourself not to frown or stick your tongue
out at him. The only thing that keeps you rooted in place is knowing that if
you move now, Steve will have to start all over again and that’s something you don’t
want. You don’t even want to be here right now, perched on a stool, trying
not to move a muscle to prevent Steve from reprimanding you for the fourth time
in half an hour.
all Bucky’s fault. He’s the one who told you to stop by the apartment even
though he wasn’t there. You were unaware of that fact when you knocked on his
door and were greeted by Steve, who looked a little too excited to see you.
I Thought We Already Weren’t PART 2 (Peter Parker x Reader Angst)
Request: anonymous asked: Ooh I love angst!! Can you do something where the reader has a huge crush on peter but he likes Liz and he asks her out on date and he asks the reader for help with everything so she basically plans the whole thing for him and he keeps saying things like “wow ur such a good friend” and out of jealousy she asks Flash on a date and they start to go out and Peter says he’s not good enough for her and they get into a huge argument and deicde it’s better if they stop being friends…
Word Count: 1,386
Warning: angst (yay), dating Flash (is that a warning?)
A/N: IT’S HERE!!! the much anticipated, highly demanded PART 2!! omygod i cannot express how EXCITED AND THRILLED i was to see how much you guys loved the first part. i was honestly so surprised and holy crap i didn’t expect it to blow up that much and that quickly! you guys have no idea how much that meant to me and just thank you for loving it ❤️❤️❤️
anyway this is much shorter than the first part, because i actually got an idea so this can be a sort of set up to a possible 3rd part???? also there’s this one part/line in here that i’m especially proud of cuz it’s especially sad/angsty and i decided to be evil like that haha sorry (not rly) but i’m curious to see if you guys can pick out which line it is.
thanks again SO MUCH to the anon who requested this, this was such a good request ❤️❤️❤️ (pls reveal yourself to me if you can so i can spam you with much love and thanks)
You tucked your hands under your arms as you anxiously waited by the curb. The crisp night air was brushing against your face. You checked your watch for probably the thousandth time. Even though there were still a good five minutes until seven, a different kind of cold began to grow in your stomach. The confidence you had when you started this mess was nowhere to be found.
What if he didn’t show up? You must look like such a hopeful idiot, waiting here on the curb in the nicest shit you could dig up from your mediocre closet. Maybe you overstepped yourself. What if you were seen as desperate? So desperate that you asked out the biggest ass in school?
This was a mistake you thought. I should just go back upstairs.He’s probably not even gonna show up anyway. But what if he does? Better I reject him rather than the other way around I guess? He does need a bit of rejection in his life.
You glanced down at your watch again. Two minutes. You’d wait here two minutes more. Give Flash at least one minute past seven, then that’s it. If he wasn’t here, you were going back up. You’d have to find some other way to distract yourself.
Just as you thought this, a flash of silver zoomed into your vision, screeching to a halt right in front of you. Flash leaned his arm over to the passengers seat, nonchalantly tilting his head toward you.
“Someone ask for a hot date?” he smirked, one eyebrow raised.
“I asked to be wowed,” you scoffed, reaching for the car door. Still unsure if you were going to regret this or not, you fastened your seatbelt. You didn’t hear Flash’s reply as an odd feeling washed over you, like you were being watched. You glanced around uneasily, but passed it off as maybe you were just really really nervous. “Let’s just get this show on the road, shall we?”
Unbeknownst to you, as the convertible peeled away, a figure leapt from a roof, swinging a safe distance behind it.
Peter watched grimly from the rooftop across the street as you turned back to smile and wave. He was relieved that there no sincerity in it at all. However, even with that comfort, he still couldn’t believe you had actually gone through with it. You had actually gone on a date with Flash. Goddamn fucking Flash.
He waited a little while after he saw the light turn on in your bedroom window. He did feel a little guilty for ‘tagging along’ the whole night. But it was for your safety, because he still cared, that’s all. Well maybe it was a little more than ‘just caring’, but he refused to acknowledge any more than that as he fired a web, headed home.
Those good ol’ crappy Monday blues washed over you as you yawned, lazily shutting your locker. Trudging to the cafeteria, you met Ned along the way.
“So,” he prodded, “how was it?”
You shrugged, “It was distracting.”
“Like actually? Like you didn’t think about you-know-who at all?”
“No, keep your voice down!” you hissed. “But yeah it surprisingly was really distracting, acting interested in his lavish, spoiled-brat life. The food helped too; it was all soooooo good.”
“Damn. Expensive though?”
“So, what? Are you gonna do it again since it worked? Is it even worth it?”
“Probably,” you replied. You felt a little guilty, using someone like this (even if it was Flash). As soon as you both had sat down at your usual spot, that raspy voice plopped down next you.
“Hey there, beautiful,” Flash leaned his elbow on the table, trying to appear cool.
You had to keep from laughing. “Hey, Flash,” you dragged out each vowel, hoping you didn’t sound too annoyed.
“So… Friday… I’d say you were pretty wowed, weren’t you?” Pausing from pulling out your lunch, you dramatically cocked your head, thinking. You could feel Peter’s eyes on you from two tables away.
“A little,” you sighed, turning to face Flash. “Your choice in venue was the only thing that really wowed me. That and the food.” He raised an eyebrow. “I dunno, I guess I just expected a little more, considering how much you boast about you being such a ‘great date’—”
“Hm, not easily impressed I see,” he squinted at you. “Wouldn’t have pegged you for the picky type, (Y/N).”
You chuckled, smirking, “You’d be surprised, Flash.” You met his eyes, silently challenging him. Knowing there was no way your confession of ‘not being wowed’ didn’t offend him, you waited for his offer.
“Well, I got a sort of reputation to uphold, and I can’t have anyone less than impressed at my… wooing skills,” he began. Ned had to stifle a snort, averting his eyes from Flash’s glare. It was painfully obvious how suave he trying to appear. “How’s about same time this Friday?”
You raised your eyebrows, borderline flirtatiously (gasp! something you never did unless it was unconsciously to Peter), “I expect to be wowed.”
Flash swung his legs from under the table, spinning up, “Oh, and uh, don’t worry about what to wear; I’ll send you something nice,” he called back as he strolled away.
Eyebrows raised, impressed and somewhat uneasy, you turned back to Ned. He had the same expression on his face. You both exhaled, laughing in shock.
“Damn, (Y/N), I didn’t know you had game!” Ned snickered. “Got Flash frickin Thompson wrapped around your finger!”
A heat crept to your cheeks as you slapped his arm, hissing, “Dude!”
As you giggled, you caught a quick sight of those warm doe eyes out of the corner of your own. Instantly your cheeks fell and your lips pursed into a grimace. That blunt stabbing gnawed your gut. In that one short millisecond, you both connected for the first time in months through the same unacknowledged agony and heartache. Peter had quickly averted his gaze but you had already seen it. That sadness, that anger, and was that… regret? Everything you saw in him, you were all too familiar with.
Peter turned to Liz with a small grin that didn’t reach his eyes. He wasn’t just jealous; he was hurting. Just like you were. But you realized you didn’t feel the satisfaction you were craving. Peter was wearing that face that so often would cause you to immediately be ready to fight whoever/whatever made him like that. And now it was because of you. Hanging your head down, you felt the guilt settle in your stomach, wishing you hadn’t brought that upon him.
If Peter had laser vision, Flash head would have two eye-sized holes in them. “I’ll send you something nice.” That phrase echoed in Peter’s mind. Flash couldn’t do that. He couldn’t expect to just win you over by ‘sending something nice’. He looked back at you expecting to see that classic eye roll you reserved just for that asshat. Instead you laughed. You blushed. He could only register his clenched fists; the rest of his body had gone numb. His face dropped, weighed down by what felt like betrayal and sadness.
“So I guess they’re dating now?” Liz murmured, confused. “Huh. I would’ve never seen that coming.”
Peter turned to face her, trying to focus on the amazing human sat next to him. His girlfriend. Girlfriend. Odd. That word didn’t have the same ring to it as it did a few weeks ago. He was scared to realize that Liz didn’t have the same glow, either. Not like she had before. Not that she wasn’t any less beautiful, oh God no. Peter just couldn’t see her in the same light as he had when he’d so boldly and anxiously approached her that Tuesday so seemingly long ago.
Stop thinking like that, Peter told himself. None of this should be happening. He shouldn’t be experiencing what he was when he saw you. He shouldn’t be wanting to throttle Flash anymore than usual. He shouldn’t be thinking of Liz as any less than he had before. That word should have the same magical feeling to it. You and him should still be friends. Things should have never changed. There were all these things should be. But they weren’t.
“I believe everything happens for a reason. Whether it is decided by the Mother, or the Cauldron, or some sort of tapestry of Fate, I don’t know. I don’t really care. But I am grateful for it, whatever it is. Grateful that it brought you all into my life. If it hadn’t… I might have become as awful as that prick we’re going to face today. If I had not met an Illyrian warrior-in-training,“ he said to Cassian, "I would not have known the true depths of strength, of resilience, of honor and loyalty.” Cassian’s eyes gleamed bright. Rhys said to Azriel, “If I had not met a shadowsinger, I would not have known that it is the family you make, not the one you are born into, that matters. I would not have known what it is to truly hope, even when the world tells you to despair.” Azriel bowed his head in thanks. Mor was already crying when Rhys spoke to her. “If I had not met my cousin, I would neer have learned that light can be found in even the darkest of hells. That kidness can thrive even amongst cruelty.” She wiped away her teas as she nodded. I waited for Amren to offer a retort. But she was only waiting. Rhys bowed his head to her. “If I had not met a tiny monster who hoards jewels more fiercely than a firedrake…” A quite laugh from all of us at that. Rhys smiled softly. “My own power would have consumed me long ago.” Rhys squeezed my hand as he looked to me at last. “And if I had not met m mate…” His words failed him as silver lined his eyes. He said down the bond, I would have waited five hundrend more years for you. A thousand years. And if this was all the time we were allowed to have… The wait was worth it. He wiped away the tears sliding down my face. “I believe that everything happened, exactly the way it had to… so I could find you.” He kissed another tear away.”
“So, you like cats? You
got something against birds, or is it just me?” Sam asked with a grin, tipping
his drink back as he laughed. You
reached out to give him a slap on his arm but he shifted his stance quick
enough to evade it, spilling his drink down the front of his blue
button-down. “Dammit, woman, this is
Prompt: Can you do a Tadashi one where he acts like the reader’s older brother and the reader gets frustrated at him cause he’s being overprotective but later finds out he has a crush on her?
You sighed as you dragged your eraser across a sketch of your latest SFIT project. It was going to be a solar powered plant watering machine, and it was going to be wonderful, if only you could get this blueprint finished.
At this point in the night, there was only one person left in the building: Tadashi Hamada. He had this thing where he wouldn’t go home until you did, and then he would insist on giving you a ride home. It was almost as though he thought you couldn’t handle yourself. And although it was very endearing, it was also a bit frustrating. It was like because he was a year older than you, he thought he had to protect you.
You began to pack up your stuff, and sure enough, Tadashi was right there almost immediately.
“Hey.” He offered a soft smile and rubbed the back of his neck. Okay, you had to admit, he was hot. But still.
“Want a ride home?”
“You know I can handle myself, right?” You asked. He offered a somewhat confused expression and slowly nodded.
“What are you talking about?”
“Every night you wait for me and offer to take me home. I can handle myself, you know. I don’t need a babysitter.”
“Ohhh, that’s not what this is about at all.” He told you as he wiped a hand down his face.
“Oh yeah?” you put a hand on your hip.
“It’s not that I don’t think you can handle yourself. Believe me, I know you can. I just…I care about you and your safety and it makes me feel better knowing you got home all right.”
“Oh.” You stated. You felt the heat rising to your cheeks. There was nothing but warmth in his eyes. God, the way he looked at you made your heart flutter. He made you feel like you were the only other person on earth, the only other person that mattered. You couldn’t help but smile up at him.
“So, do you want a ride?”
“Yes, please.” You replied. He walked with you to his scooter outside, but noticed your shivering as he handed you his spare helmet.
“Here.” He shed his jacket and had it wrapped around your shoulders faster than you could protest.
“Don’t mention it.” Even his voice radiated unimaginable warmth. He sat down on the scooter, and you sat behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist and leaning into his back. After a few minutes of quietly riding down the SanFransokyo streets, you finally arrived home. Tadashi parked the scooter and helped you off. Then, as a change of pace, he walked you to the front door.
“So, I was thinking…” He started. “Would you maybe like to leave school a little earlier tomorrow and go out for sushi? There’s this great place downtown, and I just thought maybe we could-”
(Actually I also made Kiyoko as a set, but I haven’t finish it ; __ ; ) It’s quite late but happy valentine day!! If you celebrate it, I hope you had an awesome time(At least, there’s sales on chocolate everywhere) I love all of you!!