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  1. What sort of special things do you fo with your little (or CG, if you're the little)? Do you get a special cake or go to special places? Looking for ideas and suggestions.
  2. "Noooo." The shorter male whined, rubbing a fist into his eyes as he was moved away. "Gotta make grilled cheese." He said with conviction even though the his movements were uncoordinated and slow. A deeply buried sober part of Ari knew that eating carbs would help curb some pain of a hangover. "Kyyyyle. I'm not sunshine. More like pain." He said, tone turning somber as he was reminded of the hurtful words thrown at him by a former foster parent.
  3. "Yeah, but here's the thing..." he said, moving over to slide a glass of orange juice over to his brother. "I'm not going to spend the entire summer eating eating burnt eggs or cold cereal, so suck it up buttercup." He said with a bright smile before leaning over to cut up Billy's pancakes, the little boy thanking him politely. "So, what's on your agenda for today?" He asked Bobby before digging into his own food.
  4. Ari giggled as he was righted up, messily wrapping his arms around his roommate's shoulders, the room spinning erratically. "Ooooh yeah." He said, slurring his words and still laughing. The brunette broke away from the other, slowly making his way into the kitchen. He slapped at the wall until he was able to get the lights. He immediately went to the fridge and started scavenging for food.
  5. Sam rolled his eyes at his older brother's reprimand, straitening up from the refrigerator and turning around, crossing his arms over his chest. "Oh come on, Robert and Bob makes you sound like you're a 90 year old man. Well, someone needs to make sure you two troublemakers stay fed. Now, Bobby," the younger brother said, putting emphasis in his words. "What do you want to drink?"
  6. Sam moved around the kitchen, humming as he flipped pancakes at the stove, patting Billy's head as he set a sippy cup full of milk down in front of the boy, peaking over his shoulder as the kiddo colored away at the table. "Bobby!" he shouted, starting to fill up plates with scrambled eggs, bacon, and the toasty pancakes. He was honestly looking forward to this summer with his brothers. Their parents would be gone most of the holiday and he was excited for the one on one time with Billy and Bobby. The taller teen grinned brightly as he set the last plate at the table, tapping Billy's coloring book to signify that he needed to put it away. "There you are sleepy head. I thought I'd have to drag you out of bed or something." He teased, ruffling the other's hair as he moved to the fridge. "You want milk or orange juice?" He asked, voice slightly muffled.
  7. Ari stumbled as he fought to get his key into the lock of his shared apartment. It was nearly three in the morning on a Friday night, now technically Saturday morning and the short nineteen year old was obviously drunk. The boy had gone to a frat party where he could blend in and no one would give him a second glace; which was fortunate, given his appearance. The college student stood at just a little over five feet tall, head adorn in a halo of thick, chocolate brown curls, a smattering of freckles across his round cheeks, and bright green eyes. There's no way he'd be able to slip into a bar even with a fake idea, so the various parties on campus were perfect for him. The biology major gave a mostly silent hooray when he finally got the door open, not realizing or paying attention when it banged loudly against the wall of the apartment. The boy stumbled through the dark, wondering how difficult it'd be to throw together a grilled cheese at this hour and in his inebriated state. He stilled as his uncoordinated feet caused him to almost trip, bumping into a side table, effectively knocking over a lamp, the ceramic shattering loudly against the floor. "Oh shit." he said as he covered his mouth before breaking into a fit of giggles.
  8. Khole twisted his head to the side as his door was thrown open, trying to reel back from the woman as she moved forward with a long needle. He didn't have much room to move, held back by the seat belt and his own heavy backpack. He cried out as he left a sharp pinch at the side of his neck hands fumbling as he tried to get away from the attack. His eyes quickly grew heavy and his limbs became uncoordinated as he slumped back into his seats whimpering as he fell unconscious from the drugs. The green haired male groaned as he slowly started waking up, his head was throbbing and it felt as if weights were pressing down on his eyes. After what felt like hours, he was finally able to open his eyes and was met with the startling sight of a softly colored nursery. He instantly began struggling when he noticed the blonde, but realized that his movements were being restricted by restraints. "What the hell is going on?" He cried out in confusion, doubling is struggles to break free.
  9. Khole felt slightly chastised as the woman commented on the roughness of the area. He knew that the crime rate was a little elevated in this part of town and it was a bit sketchy, but it was honestly all he could (barely) afford. He wasn't receiving any support from his parents so he was essentially all on his own. He was just thankful that it was dark and the older man wouldn't see the slight blush of shame staining his cheeks. "Yeah, I try to not make a habit of being out here at night." He responded, gazing out at the dark roads. The dark haired boy sat up straight as Anastasia pulled off the road slightly; Khole hadn't heard or felt them hit anything, but it was her car she'd know better. "Ok." He said, bouncing his foot anxiously as he sat in the quiet car. He tried to tell him he was just being paranoid and that nothing weird was going on.
  10. Khole sighed as he heard the heavy lock shut behind. He'd been working at the library since earlier that afternoon and they were finally kicking him out; to be fair, it was nearly nine o'clock and time for the building to close. That didn't change the fact that the male was not looking forward to the mile long walk back to campus. Most people assumed, based of the student's appearance, that there was surely no way he could be a college student. Reaching barely 5'4, the male understood where they were coming from, but it frustrated him none the less. His chocolate brown curls, large green eyes, and freckled skin did nothing to help him appear to be even close to his 19 years of age. Shouldering his heavy backpack, he stated on the treck back to his dorm, shivering slightly as the chilly air cut through his thin clothes. He stilled as he heard a car roll up alongside him, turning to gaze at the woman in the driver's seat. She was quite beautiful and seemed to have an almost protective aura to her. Khole would normally never even consider hitch-hiking, but he was absolutely exhausted from having spent his entire day studying, not even taking a break to eat, and he didn't know how he'd possibly walk all of the way back to his dorm. He nodded at her offer, taking off his backpack and sliding into the front passenger seat. "Thank you so much. If you could just drop me off at the campus, I'd really appreciate it." He stated as he buckled up his seat belt, holding his full backpack to his chest.
  11. Hey there! With current state of affairs I am scared and stressed and am naturally looking for a distraction in the form of something I (and my partner) can control. I have been roleplaying for approximately 11 years and at least semi literate. I tend to be rather detail oriented and can produce anywhere between 2-16 paragraphs depending upon my interest. I will say, the higher extreme tends to be primarily for the intro post, which I am more than happy to do in most cases. I am open to fandoms (as long as we both enjoy it) and OCs. I'm also relatively open to plot ideas, elements, and kinks. I do tend to prefer playing the little, but, depending upon the plot, am also fine playing more than one character to allow my partner the chance to be taken care of as well. I don't have any specific plots at the moment, aside from a few one off ideas, and would love to talk over some ideas and get something going. Please shoot me a PM or leave a comment below. Thanks!
  12. The weight of the entire building upon his back crushed him to the ground. His chest barely had room to expand. Even so, the bits of concrete in the air filled his mouth making it feel gritty. Every breath took all his energy to make. “Help! Someone help! Please!” The concrete wouldn’t yield no matter how hard he pushed. Super strength or no. “Please. Someone help!” He begged. The tears came fast and heavy down his cheeks. Peter became desperate. Frantically pushing against the ton of concrete on his back as if, by some miracle, it would move. He wished for Mr. Stark to show up. To save him. Hell, he’d take the lecture it’d get him. He’d even take being suspended from the suit even longer. If only it’d save him from being crushed. Soon enough, his breathing grew quicker as the air around him grew heavier. He was using up all the oxygen which didn’t help as he struggled to keep enough room between him and the ground to breath. Suddenly, the thought hit him like a freight train. He was going to die here. Peter felt his heart sink at the idea. Nobody knew where he was. There wasn’t even a tracker in the suit to tell Mr. Stark where he was. Aunt May certainly didn’t know. Peter sobbed. She’d go in to wake him up the next morning and would panic when she wouldn’t find him. She’d fill out a missing person report with the police who’d swear they’d look for him. They’d chalk him up as a simple run away a week after. She’d worry herself to the grave wondering what could have happened to him. Another sob wracked his body and made his body shake. It felt like another ton of weight was added to his load and Peter simply couldn’t hold the concrete anymore. “Please! Help! Aunt May! Ned! Mr. Stark! Anybody! I don’t want to die!” He called out in a last ditch effort to maybe get someone’s attention. Peter coughed several time which disturbed the dust around him. The dust stung his eyes causing him to want to rub them. He couldn’t though. His arms were busy holding up the rubble. Even so, they shook with the effort. Slowly, oh so slowly, he felt himself sinking. Peter’s breaths were forced to be shorter and shorter as the space closed around him. “No! No! No! Please! I’m sorry!” The space got smaller. There was no hope now. He would die before they’d dig him out even if they were there to hear his pleas. “Ahhh!” He screamed one last time as he tried to force the slab off his back. All he succeeded in doing was losing more air and more room. He could barely pant now. Each breath hurt his rib cage. Was this what it was like to be constricted by a snake? Peter tried to hold his breath to keep from losing so much space. Even another second could keep him alive long enough for rescue to come. They had to have heard the building collapse! Still, the work he was doing to hold up the building was doing him in. He simply couldn’t hold up the building and the rubble! His next breath caused his ribs to burn. He couldn’t even breathe in anymore. There was no room. It was only a matter of time now. Each second that passed made the pain grow in his chest. He couldn’t do it anymore. Any second his ribs would crack and he’d suffocate. It was unbearable now. With his final breath he gasped out, “Please…” in a weak whisper. Finally his arms gave out. He couldn’t fight anymore. All he could do was give himself over to the darkness clouding his vision. It’d be over so quick. Just then, Peter darted up in his bed. A cry broke free from his lips as he fought to bring a deep breath into his lungs. Sweat dripped from his brow as he tore the blankets off. It was too hot. Not enough air. His door burst open as Aunt May came in wielding a bat. She looked for an invisible intruder to enact her wrath. Her eyes locked on her nephew and she dropped the bat in her rush to make sure he was okay. “Peter what’s wrong?! What happened? Are you okay?!” Peter didn’t know he was crying until the sobs filled the room. “Oh Petey…” Aunt May said gently. She seemed to understand what had happened as she sat on the bed next to him. It was then Peter realized his pajama pants were wet from something more than sweat. Oh god. He wet the bed. “I-I’m sorry!” He sobbed. “Shh, it’s okay.” She pulled him into a one armed hug as she tried to soothe him. “Noooo!” He couldn’t help but say. This was just too much. “Yes, Petey. It’s okay. It’s okay. It happens with kids your age. We can fix this…” “H-How?!” Aunt May was quiet as she tried to think of how she could help her nephew though what she could tell was a rough time. “Go get cleaned up, Petey. I’ll clean up here.” “I-I can do it..-” “No. It’s fine, Petey. I got it. Go. Take a shower. I’m calling you in tomorrow.” Peter didn’t fight her too hard as he headed for the door. As long as he didn’t have to look at her pitying look anymore. When he came back into his room, his bedsheets were changed and his aunt was nowhere to be found. He considered himself lucky and crawled under the sheets without a second thought. There was no way he was staying home tomorrow with two exams and a final project due. No way. So, he tried to fall asleep as fast as possible. To saw that May was concerned would certainly be an understatement. Ever since she had discovered that Peter was the friendly neighborhood Spiderman and that his "internship" with Stark Industries was a shame, she could see a toll being taken on the teen. Between school, his nightly patrols, and the few times he'd been called in to help the Avengers, the stress on the boy was increasing tenfold. Peter constantly said that he was fine, getting enough sleep, being able to balance his teenage and superhero lives, but May could spot a bullshit smile a mile away, especially when it came to her nephew. Chewing her lip and peeking into Peter's room to ensure the boy was asleep, she consulted the time on her phone. Throwing caution to the wind, she pulled up the contact for Tony Stark and shot off a text to the man, expressing concern and wanting to talk about Peter when he had time. Fortunately, summer vacation was just a few days away, so at least some stress could be taken off of the boy.
  13. Skylar let his eyes close at the other went to work on brushing his teeth. It honestly wasn't an awful sensation and the surprise kiss at the end almost seemed like a reward for his good behavior. The blonde kept up his good behavior by quietly following the taller male, but grew huffy when he realized he had been placed in more girly clothes. The material swayed around his milky pale thighs, above his knees. He crossed his arms, conveying his displeasure with the ensemble.
  14. Skylar froze at the reminder of the lurid act that he had participated in the night before, a slight shiver wracking down his spine. He contemplated the words, wanting to continue fighting and arguing, but he was also weary of any kind of punishment. Huffing, the boy rolled his beautiful eyes but still opened up his mouth, waiting for the other to take care of him yet again.
  15. The blonde felt that same, warm cozy feeling brought on by the praise directed toward him and easily followed the other upstairs. Skylar look scandalized, glaring down at the offer toothbrush. He wasn't a baby and he sure as hell wasn't a girl either; he could only play along so much and had to draw the line somewhere. "I can brush my own teeth, but not with that." He said, brattely crossing his arms over his chest. "Not a girl."
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