#I can. hardly make that joke right now ahaha

[branzycrafted]

I can't autistic gayboy swag my way out of this one boys /cj

[daytaker]

Hey man, congrats on 250 followers. Can you do the "sleep cute" prompt with Solomon? Love your work, keep it up. It's really your choice but could it be platonic if you do it?

Thank you so much, Anon! I was about three quarters done with this when it occurred to me that it didn't quite fit the "sleep cute" trope, but they sleep, and it's quite cute, so hopefully you don't mind.

The Best Apprentice

Solomon x Reader Genre: Fluff Word Count: 1206 CW: minor injuries; a whiff of the suggestive, but barely

[Part of my 250 Followers Mini Event!]

It’s almost three o’clock in the morning when the sound of a small explosion coming from Solomon’s room sends you jumping out of bed and skidding down the hallway between his room and yours. Not bothering to knock, you throw the door open, only to find the sorcerer standing up beside his desk, blinking rapidly and looking almost as confused as you do.

“Oh! Ahaha… I’m sorry, did that wake you up?” He smiles apologetically, running a hand through his messy hair. He yawns, and you peer past him to see just what the hell could have made that sound.

On the table, you see what you once would have assumed was a chemistry set of some sort. Now, of course, you recognize that Solomon’s been brewing some potion or other. Or, he had been. One of the vials of liquid seems to have exploded. Tiny shards of glass cover the desk, and, you’re alarmed to realize, your mentor’s right hand.

“What happened?” You sound more annoyed than you intended as you step gingerly across the room. You have on socks, but that doesn’t make you feel much better knowing shards of glass are probably lying on the floor too.

“I…” He yawns again and chuckles sheepishly. “I fell asleep with one of my reagents stirring. It’s a good thing too, because if I’d been sitting up, I’d have gotten glass in my face.”

“If you had been sitting up,” you counter, “it wouldn’t have exploded.”

“Ahaha… Touché,” Solomon admits, then he holds his arm out, preventing you from stepping any closer. “Now, careful, or you’ll get cut.”

He utters a quick incantation, and the shattered glass dissolves from the desk. With that out of the way, Solomon looks grimly at the beakers that still sit intact on his desk. “I need more devilfish oil and sassafras.” He sighs. “I’m low on a few bonding agents too, so I guess it’s time I went shopping.”

“The only place it’s time for you to go is bed,” you say in a no-nonsense tone. This seems to only amuse Solomon, much to your annoyance. “I’m not joking. If you fell asleep at your desk, you clearly need the rest.”

He steps closer to you and cups your cheeks in his hands, smiling at you with an expression somewhere between ‘impish’ and ‘adoring’.

“Now, now,” he says lightly, pressing his forehead to yours. You deadpan as he strokes your cheeks with his thumbs. “That’s hardly something for an apprentice to be telling their master, isn’t it?”

“First of all, you’re my mentor, not my master.” You give a small scowl at this overstep of his and gently remove his hands from your cheeks, taking a small step back. “And second, I’m not telling you as your apprentice. I’m telling you as your friend.”

He cants his head to the side, his smile growing just a fraction of an inch. “Just as my friend?”

“Don’t push your luck, Solomon.”

“Well, pardon me. With the way you’re still holding onto my hands, you’re sending me mixed messages.”

“You’re impossible.” You drop his left hand but hold his right one up and look it over. It seems the glass that had struck him was magicked away by the same spell that took care of the rest of it, but there are still little cuts on the back of it. He could have taken care of this in an instant, you know, but he didn’t. Probably because he wants you to do it.  Muttering an incantation, you heal the cuts on his hand and let it go.

As you predicted, Solomon appears supremely pleased as he looks his hand over. “Well, look at that. All better!” He looks up at you again with smiling eyes. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Now go to sleep.”

“Hmm…” Solomon turns around and walks back over to the desk, tapping it with his forefinger. “No, I don’t think I will.”

“Excuse me?” You fold your arms and glare at him, but he’s no longer looking at you. He’s looking over the beakers on his desk again. Or pretending to, at least. You don’t trust this little stunt of his for a second.

“I’m so busy with my research,” he explains. You don’t need to see his face to know there’s a shiteating grin on it. “I’m just not feeling very motivated to go to sleep right now.”

“You realize you’re behaving like a child, right?”

Solomon peers over his shoulder at you and shrugs, his smile never wavering, before returning his attention to his lab setup, carefully capping some vials while preparing to mix some others together. He’s such a pain in the ass sometimes.

So you approach him and hug him from behind. “Please?” Two can play the childish card. You aren’t so easy to outdo.

For just a fraction of a second, you feel Solomon tense. Then he laughs.

“How badly do you want me to sleep, exactly?”

“Soooo badly.”

He swivels around and you’re hit with something like déjà vû. He cups your cheeks with his hands and presses his forehead to yours again. Only this time, your arms are still around him. And his smile is just so… Solomon.

“Alright. If you insist. But you’re going to join me.”

You sigh. And Solomon, interpreting that as a response, drops your cheeks and takes a step back, looking a little put out, but more embarrassed. It’s surprising to actually see him like that.

“Sorry.” He’s smiling again already. “That was a little out of line, wasn’t it.” Pink still dusts his cheeks as he looks intently down at the desk, as if he’s searching for something. “But alright, you win. I’ll go to bed. Sorry again about waking you.”

“Solomon,” you reply, crossing your arms. You’re almost sighing again. Almost. “I didn’t say no.”

He perks up almost instantly.

“But don’t get any weird ideas! You said you wanted me to join you! Nobody said anything about anything else, understand?”

“Of course,” he replies with a beam. “Surely you didn’t think I had any impure intentions? Or did you maybe hope that I did…?”

You turn around to walk out of the room.

“Alright, sorry, understood! Ahaha… You’re so tricky to please sometimes!”

Solomon flops down on his bed and scoots to the far end of it, patting the spot beside him. You’re a little bit more embarrassed than you’d anticipated as he watches you climb on up after him and get under the covers. You stare at the ceiling, uncomfortable and a bit on edge, when you feel Solomon roll onto his side to face you.

“Hey.”

You turn your head to look at him. He’s awfully close, unsurprisingly. You can’t stop a nervous giggle from spilling out. He smiles softly at this and touches your cheek. “You really are the best apprentice I ever could have hoped for. Thanks for everything.”

The tension inside you seems to melt away like snow as you roll onto your side and snuggle up to the sorcerer. “You’re welcome. Now go to sleep.”

“So bossy,” he chuckles under his breath.

“Don’t act like you don’t like it.”

“I never said I didn’t.”

“Goodnight, Solomon.”

“Goodnight, my adorable apprentice.”

[slytherinshua]

Ah I loved that, thankyou!! I feel like Yechan would hate me tho because I LOVE to tease. I am a menace to my younger sister (I once convinced her for about 5 mins that she didn't actually know what her middle name was, but then again I'm am extremely gullible and my brother has convinced me of things that I have believed for years 😭). He would definitely be so supportive though and I feel like it would be so interesting to have convos about music with him!

Sangyeop definitely strikes me as the reliable "I'm here if you need me" type of of guy. He would definitely be such an interesting person to talk to, the amount of random knowledge that he must know could keep me entertained for hours lol

I need Wonsang to help me through my fears even now lol. He's so sweet and I could see him being so patient with you while trying to get you to face them, why is he not in my life 😭😭

Songwriting with Gwangil would be so fun! And the amount of inside jokes you would probably have is amazing. I definitely agree with you, I think his hugs could solve anything and I absolutely need one lol.

I'm glad piano has been going well! How are you finding the teacher, do you like them? Ooh that's cool, do you have a lot of arm muscles from that? I always imagine that tennis players must have insane muscles but I could be wrong lol. That's so interesting that you lived overseas, can I ask where you lived? I'm sure it must have been hard to adjust! 2 of my best friends also lived overseas with missionary parents, but I don't think they struggled too much since the were so young and then moved back while they were still in primary school. I'm good! Not up to much either lol. I went on a mini roadtrip with two of my friends (funnily enough the ones I just mentioned). It was really good, but also really funny to see them interact with eachother since they are sisters. One is a year older than me and the other is a year younger, so being in the middle of it always very fun. I still live with my brother, but even then we hardly interact lol. Somedays the only interaction we have is when he's filling his bottle up before he goes to bed at like 1am and that's very short lol. We definitely have the same (broken) sense of humour, there was a period of time when we were constantly rickrolling each other and we both became very paranoid messaging each other ahaha. That's definitely the thing with family though, they are so annoying and some days you just want to slap them, but you also love them so much and would fight for them. If anyone touches my baby sister (who is only 3yrs younger lol) there will be hell to pay 😡😡

lmao yechan would lose patience fr 😭😭 my older siblings always gaslit me when i was little OMG like they fr convinced me my nose was blue and now they wont let it go even now like 13 yrs later 😭😭😭😭😭 yeah sangyeop is so sweet and reliable :( and hes so smart too i feel like he'd advice for anything!!! wonsang is the sweetest like stop.... im so sad :( gwangil has so much fun around the people hes close to but he can be so quiet to others i love him </3

i really like my teacher!! i had her back in 2020 too so its not completely new <3 i don't lol it doesn't take as much strength as you would think to hit the ball you just need to practice to get the timing right and accuracy down then its pretty easy in terms of strength!!

yeah i lived in the philippines for 3 yrs and i've also been to some other south east asian countries like indonesia, singapore, and cambodia <3 i remember having so much fun living in the countries and i would make friends really easy but the problem was i would always be moving away so i was never able to keep any friendships. even now im scared to make in person friends cause im scared im just going to move away again, so that's why i only have online friends :( its like a security net ig... cause i know we wont just lose contact one day <//3 omg that's so fun i miss roadtrips!! and i miss having in person friends too lskdjsk

yeah i live with my two closest brother and sister in age but sometimes we don't even see each other in a day not because we go outside but because they're sleeping... 😭 i love broken senses of humor tho like i fr have a teenage boy sense of humor with my best friend 💀💀💀 sibling relationships are so precious imo and so unique to any other relationship out there cause they could be so different from you that if you weren't siblings you would never be friends. but because you are you get along with them and love them to death <3

[aeoki]

Grand Slam - The Old-Fashioned Sports Festival: Chapter 6

Location: Yumenosaki Grounds (Sports Festival) Characters: Hinata, Yuuta, Mika & Ibara

TL Note: 

This is a combination of Ibara’s first name and “Doraemon”, a robot cat who has a variety of tools from the future.

< At that time. At the waiting place for "Team CosPro". >

Mika: I-It’s really lively, huh. Especially, “Team StarPro”.

Hinata: It’s like a complete funeral for us, though.

Yuuta: This is so unfair! Why did they split everyone into their agencies? On top of that, only the current Yumenosaki students can participate?

It’s a conspiracy! A punishment! They know there are way fewer idols under CosPro compared to the other agencies at Yumenosaki so they tricked us!

Hinata: Yeah, yeah~! They’re bullying us! They’re making us take responsibility for “Crazy:B’s” antics over the summer since we’re both under CosPro! Probably!

Mika: Ahaha. Despite making such a fuss, it seems we CosPro suffered the least over the summer, though.

Maybe it’s 'cause CosPro is the agency the "Crazy:B" people are under, but they didn’t attack CosPro at all.

Yuuta: Well, no one is stupid enough to break their own legs~...But, even so, I’m sure the public totally sees CosPro as the bad guys.

Hinata: That’s why, no one is going to sympathise with us, even though we’re in such an unfair position! They’re all heartless!

Yuuta: Don’t tell me it actually makes them super happy seeing us getting cornered…?

Mika: I think you guys are reading too much into it~ Just 'cause we’re from the same agency as the bad guys, I don’t think they’ll label all of us as villains.

Yuuta: Oho! You’re so sickly sweet and naive like sugar!

Hinata: That’s no good, Kagehira-senpai~ If people think we’re villains already, then we should be saying and doing more extreme stuff that’ll make their eyes sting!

Yuuta: Well, I think it’s fine not to~ No one’s gonna eat it if it’s only spicy.

Hinata: –Sugar!

Yuuta: –And spice!

Yuuta & Hinata: Makes a miraculous collaboration!

Hinata: “Sugar and Spice Equation” is on sale right now at your nearest store.

Yuuta: That’s all from “2wink”~♪

Mika: Wha, was that supposed to be some sorta commercial just now!? It’s hard to tell if you guys are joking or being serious.

Yuuta: …We’re not idiots so we won’t sum up everything to it being a conspiracy, but we want to complain, at the very least.

Hinata: Right~? They’re awful, aren’t they~? Why do we CosPro have to live life on hard mode?

Mika: Ahaha. If it’s an event consisting of all the schools under CosPro, then it’ll be completely in our favour.

Hinata: We don’t know if they’ll invite Yumenosaki students to events from other schools, though~

Yuuta: Yeah… ES helps a lot in that regard by giving us a push on the back, but for school events like these, we’ve got the short end of the stick.

Hinata: Yeah… Ahh, I wanna graduate already.

Ibara: Salute~! How are you all?

Mika: Ngh, Mr Vice President!?

Hinata: Yaaaay, it’s the vice president~☆

Yuuta: Vice-president~! Did you come all the way here to cheer us on in person~? ♪

Ibara: My, this is a very warm welcome! I am extremely delighted!

Yuuta: Actually, I’ve been feeling really lonely because “Team CosPro” has so few members compared to the other teams! I miss the company!

Hinata: Yeah, yeah! Take a look at this, our waiting place is the only one that looks this empty!

Ibara: Isn’t it good? You have more than enough space to stretch your legs and rest.

Look at “Team StarPro” and the others. They’re placed so closely together, there’s hardly any space to rest, is there?

Hinata: You’re right! We’ve always gotta look on the bright side!

Ibara: Yes. For example, the cameras are filming the others, so we don’t have to worry about talking privately ♪

Or the fewer people there are, the easier it is to control the entire group…♪ This is a very advantageous factor for the “Old-Fashioned Sports Festival”; a proxy war between the four big agencies!

Mika: Wha~... Hearing you say that makes it sound like you have no intention of losing, Mr Vice President.

Ibara: Well, thinking logically, the chances of us winning are slim. We’re bound to lose just by looking at how the roles are assigned within the team.

In that aspect, the proposal for the “Old-Fashioed Sports Festival” has been set up in such a way that it is advantageous in a certain manner. We are outplayed by His Eminence Eichi.

As expected, he is skilled in battle. The outcome of the war has more or less been set before it has even started…

However, I cannot tell you all the details. In truth, the winning agency of the “Old-Fashioned Sports Festival” will gain the ability to have a “bigger voice” in ES’ future plans.

So, even though our odds of winning are slim, I think it is worth putting your best effort in for that chance at victory.

Now, I shall give you all a secret weapon.

Hinata: Weapon…? Say what? That sounds shady!

Yuuta: Is it a tool that will annihilate the other agencies? You’re amazing, Ibaemon[*] ! 

Ibara: Who are you calling a robot cat from the future? It’s not that. I’ve come with advantageous information.

Even the participants in the events do not know the programme for the “Old-Fashioned Sports Festival”.

There are many reasons why this is, such as, they wanted to make things exciting or to make things fair.

In truth, this is because the preparations for the events are not yet finished.

Yuuta: It seems they’ve rushed the construction too~

Ibara: Yes. I can’t help but laugh at Yumenosaki’s hazardous method of doing things.

Hinata: Especially last year, it was more or less like this.

Yuuta: Yeah. I was pretty surprised to see that people are given proper periods of time to prepare for performances at ES.

Ibara: This is not a university circle with all the time in the world.

Well, putting that aside… In order to shorten the power gap between us and the leading team, an effective strategy is imperative.

Hinata: We’re just talking about the Sports Festival but the words you’re using are pretty out there.

Ibara: I’m honoured to hear such a compliment. Of course, they’ll be insisting to the public that it’s an energetic and wholesome sports festival, so rest assured~! ♪ 

In any case, the “Old-Fashioned Sports Festival” is exactly as its name suggests: It’s a nostalgic event– no, ceremony overflowing with tradition. 

As for what it was like in the past, only a few of the higher-ups, who decided the Sports Festival this year will be held in an old fashion, know the details.

Yuuta: I’ve never even heard of it before. 

Hinata: What is that? It was just a normal sports festival last year, though~?

Ibara: I’m currently investigating, but I do have a guess.

Combining the information I’ve gathered beforehand with the information provided by my spies placed in each industry…

It will make it possible for me to deduce parts of the programme for the “Old-Fashioned Sports Festival”.

I shall let you know the details as they are revealed. If we can see into the future, we can come up with the appropriate strategies.

Of course, I’m sure the other agencies are trying to figure it out on their own, as well. Although, it will only be knowledge on the surface.

A sports festival only appears a limited amount of times in your life. Doing these things would be much better than letting your memories of the event be summarised as something you accomplished nothing in and lost, no…?

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[msith]

Also, if it is okay, I would like to make a request !!

I'm not sure if you write for girls but could I get Nene + Toya(separate) meeting reader who had beat their score in an arcade ?

I need more Nene content. Though it's okay to deny this if you don't want to do it<3

Thanks in advance! :D

BUT... HOW???

Not for fic notes: cute idea!!:33 subbed and liked:3 Also doing fics because I don't write enough of it also ALSO happy birthday mod mafuyu *pulls out comically large birthday hat and comically large cake from doraemon's pocket*

For fic Notes: reader is a senior a year 3 to be exact (toya),reader schools in miyamasuzaka (nene),toya plays DDR and hardly fps!!1!1! Real im sonic and sega told me

I can't write fics goodly I'm so sorry mod mafuyu

It was just another day after school. Nene going to the arcade as usual and you too! You ran as fast as you can to the arcade! And you finally reach it! And you wanna try to break the score in one specific game.. that's right! Puyonara! A shooting game where we have to shoot incredibly cute but dangerous puyos! And of course you immediately sat down after securing that nobody is gonna play it and on the road to beat the high score!!!

As you walked down to the arcade you immediately went to the game puyonara and.. saw that someone is already playing it.. what a joke playing here.. maybe I can watch them play it? You silently watched behind them and.. SAW THEM BEATING YOUR HIGH SCORE THAT YOU KEPT FOR 2 YEARS?!? HOW?? you were utterly shocked and they noticed you watching them play. They immediately get embarrassed and blushed slightly

"erm hello?.. were you gonna play this game? Sorry! I'll let you play it.." they immediately rushed to another game like the official Miku ddr.. maybe you can see them again in the same place? You smiled idiotically and blushed slightly to yourself. Maybe you can get to know them better?

After a tiring and boring week spending time at school you finally can go to the arcade this weekend!! You wonder what game you will be playing.. DDR? Fps? Any comically cute Kirby game?? Ahh.. just thinking of the arcade makes your head hyperfixate it for another year (it's been 3 years) and you get ready and run as fast as you can to the arcade!

Finally you reached the arcade! After swiftly running and also swiftly getting tired you finally reached the arcade!! Now.. what game should I play... Oh I know!! One game that nobody's highest score have beaten the highest of them all.. the Hatsune Miku DDR.. to be exact.. AMARA THE GREAT INTELLIGENCE SONG!!!. oh you're so excited! You're gonna beat the high score of course! Isn't it breath relieving to finally beat the high score??!

You walked slowly going to the arcade you only go there on Saturdays now... Since your overly busy schedule especially since akito is gonna have a live show again.. it's better to relax a bit hm.. you walked to your favorite ddr just to find someone else playing it... Tough luck.. you got closer to see.. your upperclassmen? And.. they're beating your high score?! Huh?! They look so cheery.. you never.. ah it's better to stop talking.. "ahaha! Done and done!!" You saw them cheered and when they turned their back.. oh they were embarrassed.. oh so embarrassed.. "ah!! I'm sorry if you wanted to play it!! Erm I'll get going now!!" They wonder off as they left you dumbfounded

[topguncortez]

Why can I see when one of the guys jokes saying save a horse ride a pilot wolfman is just there pulling you into him smirking no she would rather ride a cowboy🫣

ahaha I love this:) @wildbornsiren pls accept my apology for the Floydsin angst with some Wolfie fluff:)

reader's callsign is Bronco

It was almost like it was a match made in heaven for the two of them. They both came from generally the same place, Bronco was from a small country town in BFE Wyoming, and Wolfman was from another small town in BFE Wyoming. They both grew up in the rodeo life; Bronco rode and showed broncos, while Wolfman rode bulls.

Wolfman could remember the day she walked into class, her hair tied back in a perfect bun, a confident swing in her hips, and sat down right in front of Iceman in the front row. Wolfman was already in love with her and he didn't even know her name. And the very next day when she walked in with a black stetson on her head. . . Leonard Wolfe was a lost cause.

It was no secret when the two of them started dating. One day Bronco walked in wearing Wolfman's white cowboy hat, and it didn't take a genius to understand what that meant (even though Goose still pointed out that the hat on her head wasn't hers). Wolfman just smirked and looked over his black ray bans at her and winked.

--- --- ---

"Save a horse, ride a pilot, baby," The group of pilots snickered as they read the ridiculous pickup line leave Mav's mouth.

The pilots were currently at the O Club, spending one of their scarce few days off, getting drinks and dancing the night away. Goose had dared Mav to walk up to some random girl and use that cheesy pick-up line on her and it crashed and burned. Y/N could hardly contain her laughter as Maverick walked over and ordered another shot.

"Crash and burn, Mav?" Y/N giggled and ordered herself a shot.

"Hey, not everyone can be as lucky as you, okay."

"Yeah," Slider interjected, "Save a horse, ride a pilot, Y/N."

"More like; 'Save a horse, ride a cowboy," Wolfman said, coming up behind her and placing his white stetson on her head. She bit her lip as she titled her head back and grabbed him by the back of the neck to kiss her. Wolfman placed one hand one hand on her hip and the other on the small of her back. Her free hand went to hold the cowboy hat to her head.

The kiss was hot and bruising, neither one caring that the full bar could see them making out. Wolfman could hear the whistles and shouts behind him, which only encouraged him to make more of a show. He held her body as he dipped her slightly and then stood her back up. They pulled back and both had a smirk on their faces.

"We fucking get it. . . you're screwing each other," Slider said, rolling his eyes at the lovesick couple in front of him.

"Sure are!," Bronco said, and downed the shot that was placed on the bar in front of her, "Now 'scuse me fellas, but I think I got some ridin' to do."

[albatris]

happy blorbo blursday! may I near some Alex facts?

hi hello? hi. I'm several actual months late but I was wandering through my drafts and was like, oh, today is the day I am going to finally answer this apparently. wahoo surprise motivation time

anyway thank you for the blorbo blursday ask n sorry I'm so late with it ahaha

Alex facts! I can offer Alex facts <3

so, I have a bunch of posts where I explain a tonne of stuff about Alex n its personality n its backstory n history with Quinn in excruciating detail and many paragraphs and I will not subject you to this level of in depth writings, but I will give you some Basic Rundown Of Alex In General facts then I will give u some other random Alex facts, because I can c:

the Alex overview:

full name Alexis Anders.... possible joke full name Alexis Alexander Anders..... making it Alex Alexander Anders. did its parents think this would be funny

they were fucking right, it is funny

it/its pronouns with extra special friends, he/him for everybody else

aromantic and in a queerplatonic relationship with best friend Quinn. not asexual. sexuality is shrug emoji, though

kind and compassionate, firm and diplomatic...... has a reputation among most for being warm-hearted but stoic

the most petty spiteful pissed-off chaotically stubborn bastard on the planet, but you are unlikely to actually notice this unless you're very very close to it and can pick up on some very specific subtle cues. like. Alex is a genuinely wonderful, gentle, morally-upstanding person. Alex is also a huge bitch (affectionate)

fatally allergic to sunlight

once fucked off to an abandoned house in the wilderness for three months to fistfight vampire god, isolating itself from society and refusing to feed on humans, enduring near-constant agony, mind-manipulation and gaslighting from the Garble, and starvation

(the general consensus is that vampire god didn't give a fuck, and Alex would have eventually just died there, but man, idk. idk. it's Alex. I think there's a chance no matter how slim that the Garble might have flinched first)

a personal injuries lawyer! for some of the year, at least! during the winter and autumn, it lives in Melberra City, Melberra, where the weather leans towards rainy and cloudy most days and Alex is free to go about its day job with no issues :3c during sunny summer and spring, Alex returns to Darwelaide and a nocturnal sleeping pattern, n hangs out with Quinn n does some freelance work

an intensely private person and incredibly picky when it comes to friends and who it opens up to, but this is not to be confused with coldness, standoffishness or sombreness

Very Very Very Very Very Fucking Tall

gentle and adverse to physical violence but will floor a motherfucker in a debate (for profit or fun)

does not want to be a vampire. hates being a vampire. doesn't wanna eat people. yearns to be human again. mourns the life it had to leave behind

is a vampire nonetheless, however, and tries to balance out its various moral crises by hunting down and killing almost exclusively vicious, despicable human predators society will never hold accountable for their cruelty

is a fucking pro at goofy sleight of hand magic lmao

has a huge greenhouse full of herbs and flowers and veggies and other such wonderful things because Hobbies Are Good For One's Health! and is constantly trying to pan boxes of fresh produce off to whoever will take them because it grows way more than it can realistically use itself, n it's very proud of its greenhouse and wants to share :3

n now extra Alex dot points that don't belong in an overview but r fun nonetheless

the neighbourhood kids have a bunch of very hush-hush rumours between them that Alex is a vampire, 'cause it hardly ever comes outside during the daytime and its windows are all boarded up to keep sunlight out. they're right, yeah, but this is, like. goofy little kid games. it is a topic for them to play make believe with, mostly, and get over-imaginative about

the kids are not NOT scared of the idea that Alex might be a vampire, but also whenever Alex is around on Halloween it has the best candy so they will dutifully protect its secret lmao. also it helped one of their mums out with a whole workers compensation asbestos thing one time so is probably not, like, an evil vampire

(but yes, the general story around the suburb is just that Alex has a medical condition that results in extreme sun sensitivity)

Alex does canonically possess a conspiracy-theory-looking murder pinboard for planning for and researching its targets. Alex used to use a notebook but Quinn was like "no no no where's your DRAMA where's your PIZZAZZ your AESTHETIC you MUST let me help you make a murder pinboard" and Alex decided it would allow this (it seemed like appropriate enrichment for its chaotic best friend and might keep them out of trouble for a bit)

Alex's tarot card is Temperance

Alex is terrible with animals and pretends this doesn't make it sad

Alex is the only ordinary vampire in the story capable of using its blood for hypnotism!

Alex is the only vampire in the story, ordinary or otherwise, capable of using its blood for healing others as well as itself!

Alex will and often does sleep on its own, but likes to have company n only ever really sleeps comfortably and deeply next to Quinn, and later Nat

as far as vampires go, Alex has fuckin godlike levels of self-control and even seasoned vampire hunters like Zeke can rarely pick up on the fact that it's a vampire

and the most important Alex fact of all

it deserves a little kiss on the forehead and a warm mug of coffee with lots of cream and sugar <3

[dreaming-roses]

°˖✧ KINKTOBER 2021: DAY 1 ✧˖°

Pet Play: Genshin Men x m!Kitsune (NSFW)

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!

SUMMARY: You're a kitsune boy. You're their kitsune boy.

WARNING(S): Pet play, degrading, teasing

CHARACTER(S): Kaeya, Diluc, Childe, Zhongli

AUTHOR'S NOTE: this is kind of a cross between kitsune boy and cat boy but do not question me i have questionable morals

ALSO idk if i can stick to my posting schedule whoops ahaha

°˖✧ Kaeya ✧˖°

"Well, aren't you an adorable little one. What fluffy ears you have. You like it when I pet you, don't you? There, there, what a good boy."

"That's right, my dear. Beg for me just like that. I want to hear you screaming my name. I want to see myself all over your skin."

Kaeya would definitely worship your body and care for you. He loves petting your ears and stroking you and having you around him. He makes jokes about how fluffy you are and how it's like having a pet, only better, much better, and we both know why, hmm?

He'll put a collar and leash on you, and if you beg nicely, he'll let you sit in his lap. He'll tell you what a good boy you are, and what good boys get from their masters. He'll dance his fingertips over your skin, finding all the places that make your body heat up.

He'll murmur soft words into your ear about how good you look and how he's having trouble controlling himself when you're around. And because you're a brat, you'll tease him some more.

He'll smile that glittering, dangerous smile of his, his eye glinting to warn you that you're in trouble. But because you're you, you'll smile back as you grind on him, noticing his breath hitch as he tries to remain calm and collected.

But how can he do that when you look so fucking good?

Kaeya's going to undress you, his eyes never missing an inch of your skin, and gently lower you down onto him. He'll let you get used to the feeling, and he'll savor the little whimpers and noises you make.

And then he'll pull a 180 and leave you breathless as he dominates you aka rails you so hard you're left panting and trembling out of your mind and you can't walk until the next day AHEM

And we both know he knows exactly what he's doing. Oh, he knows. You're addicted to it.

And he won't stop until you're panting and dazed and completely out of your mind, hungry for him, wanting him, wanting nothing else.

Yeah, you're his. For a long, long time.

°˖✧ Diluc ✧˖°

".....Hm. I suppose. If that's how you want it."

"You're not getting away with this. You're mine. Don't you dare leave me. Don't you dare call someone else's name."

Diluc would take some convincing for pet play at first. He would object to the idea because he thinks it's degrading, but he also feels guilty about wanting to do it. He already likes to hold you and nuzzle your ears, so why not?

He would be worried at first about how you feel (he's so emotional inside but he hardly ever lets anyone in, poor guy), but once you reassure him that you're okay, he'll start to give in to his desires.

He'll admire you at first, but then start to get physical and sensual. His eyes will darken with hunger, with lust. You said it was okay, right? You said you wanted to. Well, now he does, too.

He'll get you on your knees. He'll make you beg for it. He won't give in until he thinks you've done enough.

He won't go easy on you, though. Diluc either likes it rough as fuck or sensual and sweet. There's no in-between.

Tonight, though, you said you didn't mind, right? So he'll pound you right out of your fucking mind. He'll hit all the right spots, making you cry out again and again as you beg for more, your tail swishing frantically behind you, your ears curling in, your body arching, crying out for more, begging for it.

Yes, you're his, you belong to him, you don't want anybody else, you're his, you won't leave, just please, let me, you're so close, please!

Don't worry. He'll make sure you do until you're too tired to do anything but fall asleep in his lap.

°˖✧ Childe ✧˖°

"Oh~? Is this the kind of game you want to play, my dear? Well, it would be my pleasure to entertain you tonight, my love."

"Ahaha, do you really think you can stop me that easily? We're not stopping until I say so, my love. But don't worry, I'll make sure you enjoy every second of it."

Childe would happily play along as the dutiful, loving master. He'll coo sweet words in your ears and tell you how very good you are, yes, what a good boy, the best boy I've ever seen. He'll toy with you too, tugging on your collar playfully and fondling your ears.

But if you disobey him... well, nothing can help you here.

You'll see the light go out in his eyes when you disappoint him, replaced with the cold, blank, calculating stare, as if you're nothing more than his property.

Childe will watch emotionlessly as you whimper in fear, your body trembling in anticipation of what's coming next. You never know what it will be; he's unpredictable, a dark storm brimming with lust and immoral anger.

Perhaps he'll tie you up and leave you with a vibrator, disappearing into the other room for hours on end as you cry and mewl and beg for release. Maybe he'll force you again and again, or maybe he'll tease you until your whole body throbs with desire.

Maybe he'll hurt you instead, beating you, degrading you, sneering down at you, his eyes alight with a sadistic glee as he looks down at your pathetic, shivering body.

Whatever he does, he'll have you begging by the end of it, begging for him, promising that you won't disobey him again, promising that you'll belong to him and only him, pleading on your knees.

He knows all the right spots too, knows just how you love it, knows just how to push you until you break, knows just how to love you, knows just how to do all of it until you're lost, lost, lost in him and you don't know if you love him or hate him, all you know is that you want him.

Then he'll flip the switch and love you again. After all, this is the game you agreed to play, isn't it?

"I love you too, darling."

°˖✧ Zhongli ✧˖°

"You look rather interesting today, my dear. I wonder who you are all dressed up for, hmm? Me? Well, what a pleasant surprise."

"If you cannot remember who you belong to, I will be rather disappointed. Do you need some form of reminder? I shall provide one gladly, if you desire so."

Zhongli is more composed than the others. Perhaps Childe has an equal amount of self-restraint, but he has no morals. Zhongli, on the other hand, has a few. Well. Probably. Maybe. Sometimes.

Seeing how beautiful you are right now, maybe it's one of those times where the morals go away, followed by your clothes. His gaze, so animalistic with hunger, will trail over your body, your perfect body, all his.

If you tease him, he'll chuckle and play along with it until he gets bored or needy. Of course, you can't forget that he's the one who's in charge, can you? Good boy.

If you start to defy his authority, his golden eyes will darken, his voice deepening, and you'll know that you're dancing on the line pulled tight as a bowstring, ready to snap.

And when he does finally snap...

Well, you're in for it.

Did you forget that he's not fully human? Well, here's a reminder for you. You're not getting away now. There's no escape.

His stamina is seriously a feat. He can go for hours, literal hours, at a time, until you're so tired that you can barely manage his name, until your lower half is numb and throbbing, until he finally thinks that you've been punished enough.

"Hmmm. You lasted longer than I believed you would. Commendable. Now, perhaps I shall do it one final time, just to make sure that you know who is in charge here."

"N-N-No... p-please... ah... n-no more... ah..."

"Perhaps you should have thought of that before you tempted me."

"No—no—AHHH—"

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« Progressive Rivalry

Omg I love your blog 🥺 could I get a scenario or one shot with iwaizumi or Sakusa (or honestly any character you’d like!) where u run into each other at every tournament and it started out as a bitter rivalry but then they got rly worried bc u got hurt and they’re like “why do I care!?” Does that make sense? Ahaha 😅

~ just why do you keep running into the guy you hate most, especially when he equally hates your guts as well?

format: One-Shot 

genre: fluff

- includes: Iwaizumi Hajime

Warning(s): swearing, slight mention of blood, enemies to lovers trope 

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“Oh look, my best friend’s here.” 

“Fuck off.” 

A sarcastic grin tickles your lips as you place a hand over your chest, pouting mock-affectionately as the dark haired spiker wipes at his sweaty neck with a damp towel. You adjust the gym bag on your arm as the rest of your team begins to warm up, already used to this turn of events. 

“Aw, Iwa! You always manage to warm my cold, dead heart. If you have a crush on me, just say so. Are you some kind of stalker?” 

“Hah? A stalker? You wish.”  Iwaizumi stands as the red-headed one and popular brunette behind him stifle their amused laughter into their fists. “Who would like looking at your ugly mug all day?” 

The spiker’s failed attempt to intimidate you with his height had your smile widening in challenge, the insult not hurting a bit.  In fact, you lean a little closer, fake sniffing as if he had genuinely hurt your feelings. 

“Yep. I definitely want this temperamental six year old in the body of a seventeen year old to show an ounce of interest in me. How’d you know?” 

“How can I not show interest in things that perturb me?” 

“So you are interested.” You wink. “Don’t hurt your pretty little head over using words that are too complicated for your brain.” You lean around him to shoot a sweet smile to his teammates, ignoring the flash of irritation across Iwa’s face. 

“Issei, Oikawa, Hiro!” You flash a thumbs up, your pretty smile almost blinding. “You guys were cool.” 

“Y/N-chan~ you’re such an angel!” 

“Angel my ass.” 

“Oh. You’re still here.” Your voice falls dejected as Iwaizumi gains an irk mark on his forehead. Glancing back at your team, you smile and wave at the other three. “Gotta go warm up, cheer for me!” 

“Good luck!” Matsukawa calls after you, merely grinning when Iwaizumi shoots him an irritated stare. 

“Not gonna wish the love of your life a good game?” Hanamaki questions, already beginning to walk off while smirking into his water bottle as his dark-haired friend merely scoffs. The teasing from his trio of “friends”  wasn’t anything new. 

“I don’t think that thing is capable of loving.”

“Yeah yeah, you love her, we get it.” 

Iwaizumi groaned inwardly, sitting down tiredly on the bleachers to rest up as your team littered your side of the net. His jaw clenched when you offered him a lazy wave, kneeling slightly in your position as a libero. 

There were many things Iwaizumi had could say about your character or even the irritating smile on your lips at his blatant annoyance, but he couldn’t deny how well your team mixed. Oikawa whistled lowly as Hanamaki absently mentions to Matsukawa about how the other team hardly stood a chance. 

Iwaizumi blinks, feeling a pit of annoyance in his gut as the boys in the stands whistled at every save you made, the pit deepening even further at the smile you cast in their direction. 

“You’ll get frown marks Iwa-Chan!” 

“Shut the hell-” 

“Oh shit! Y/N!” 

Iwaizumi’s head whips back in the direction of your match at the sound of Hanamaki’s exclamation just in time for the collision. 

And then his breath caught in his breath so abruptly he almost choked. 

You clutched your ankle, teeth biting so deep into your lip so hard Iwa swore he could see a bead of blood as you withheld an obvious wail of pain. Your teammate knelt by your side with a hand clamped over her mouth in shock, Iwa being able to make out from your teammates’ panic that someone had accidentally shoved you so hard to the side you swore you heard your ankle snap in an attempt to stabilize yourself. 

“Y/N-chan!” 

“Is she okay?” 

But Iwa wasn’t listening, all distaste for you seeming to drown out of his system as he wondered, 

wondered why the hell he cared so much about the girl who tried her hardest to get under his skin. Your witty retorts, your wide grin, the softness of your irises, and the pang in his chest every time you jokingly bumped your shoulder against his in passing- 

that same girl who’s cheeks were now shining with spilled tears causing him to rise to his feet. 

“Oi Iwaizumi, where are you going?” 

He didn’t spare a glance to your teammates as they silently made way for the wide-shouldered spiker, dark eyes assessing the damage as he bent down, swooping you up into his arms as if you hadn’t weighed a thing. He ignored the stares and wolf whistles from his team as he hurried out of the gym and in the direction of the infirmary towards the specialists who were trained for these events, heart tugging at the sound of your whimpers. 

“I’ve had dreams about this.” You mumble, eyes clenched shut as tears built up on your closed eyelids, arms wrapping around his neck tighter as you buried your face in his neck. “Please be hot, that’s all I’m asking for.”

“You’re still joking at a time like this?” Iwa’s voice cracks at the proximity, wondering why on earth his chest was pounding in his ears as your eyes shot open. Immediately, you begin to squirm, your face heating up as Iwaizumi continues his hurried stride, barely sparing you a glance. 

“You’re taking me?” 

“No.”

“Don’t be sarcastic with me!” 

Iwaizumi leans his head in the opposite direction, away from the volume of your voice, but he couldn’t stop the slight tilt of amusement on the right side of his lips as you seemed distracted by the obvious pain in your ankle. Mission successful. 

He ignores your protests to set you down, frowning at your claims to wanting anyone else to have taken you. Even the brunette one.

“See, now that’s just plain insulting.” Iwa’s eyes narrow at you as he finally sets you down on one of the cots, about to walk off to find the doctor before a hand weakly tugs at the bottom of his jersey. 

“....I think they’ll come soon. Can you...just stay? Just until they come?” 

Iwaizumi blinked. Then blinked again. 

Iwaizumi clears his throat, recovering from his shock before pulling up a stool and grabbing a nearby first aid kit. He tilted your chin up with his fingers, his gentle touch causing your cheeks to flare up as your eyes took on a vulnerable edge. 

“Why do you hate me so much?” It was genuine curiosity, anything to alleviate the strange heaviness in his chest when he acknowledged that fact that you despised him so.

Your eyes widen at the sudden attack, wincing a little as the cotton pad dabs at your lips, soaked in alcohol. “Why do you?” 

“I don’t hate you.”

“Oh-” 

“I just think you’re annoying as hell.” 

“Well I think that not a single thought goes on behind those pretty eyes.” 

“So you think my eyes are pretty?” 

The silence is heavy as you shake your head no quickly, causing Iwa to click his tongue and scold you to stay still as he keeps his eyes trained on your-

oh god he’s looking at your lips. 

“Yes.” You’re almost whispering, shyly avoiding his widened gaze as you lean away from him.

He stumbles over his words at your direct response, unprepared for the way in which you lean a little further back, eyes nervous and not at all the sarcastic gleam he knows as he swallows back the lump in his throat. 

“Well,” and then his hand is cupping the side of your face as he tugs you closer, confusion swirling in his head as his heart surges him forward, practically mumbling against your lips in a daze before he could stop himself. 

“I think you’re prettier.” 

He wanted to smirk at how he could practically see smoke puff out of your head. 

“Even if you hate me?” 

“I’m honestly not sure I ever did.” 

The distance is closed by you, a hand coming up to run your fingers through his dark locks as his thumb strokes your cheek, lips moving feverishly together as you attempt to pull back-

If he let you go, would you go back to hating one another? 

only for him to kiss you back even harder as if he was satiating some sort of hunger, a smile growing on your lips before a shot of pain shoots through your leg, bringing you back to reality as you whine against his lips. Iwaizumi gasps, ignoring your giggles and assuring words that you’re fine, carefully laying you down on your back while elevating your ankle. 

“Y/N.” 

“First name basis? Look at us skipping all the necessary steps.” you tug your hair out of it’s knot, attempting to redo it with a hair tie between your lips as the pain in your ankle falls to a dull throb. 

“What did....are we...?”

“Does the Iwaizumi Hajime want to know if we’re a thing or not?” Your smile has his cheeks flushing, stare becoming irritated. 

“Oi. Nevermi-” 

“Yes, idiot. Now run along and fetch my things, will you?” 

He rolls his eyes at your playful wink, ensuring your injured ankle was positioned properly before beginning to exit the infirmary-

“And Iwa?”

“What is it, doll?” 

Your chest leaps at the nickname, Iwaizumi beginning to smirk at the change in expression on your face before you clear your throat. 

“Thank you.” 

It was one of the most sincere things you had ever said to him. 

Your unexpected boyfriend kissed you on the lips a second time after a few strides, any confusion within him seeming nonexistent as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. The way you gazed up at him had his chest doing somersaults, wondering if you were both just denying the attraction you felt towards one another before fate took its turn. 

“Nah, I should be thanking you.” 

“For what?” 

“Hurting your ankle-” 

“Get out.” 

Iwa’s feeling like an idiot with the lilt to his lips when the door slides shut and something hits the door where his head would have been, the slight smile fading back to his usual scowl at the sight before him. 

His three friends had identical grins on their faces, Matsukawa holding a #1 fan balloon and Hanamaki decked out in merch from your school. He narrows his eyes at the bouquet of flowers tucked behind Oikawa’s back. All obviously from the themed store of the tournament. 

Guess he didn’t need to worry about whether or not you would enjoy his idiotic friends’ company. 

“So you're whipped. Didn’t see that one coming.” 

“Whatever.”

“Iwa, where are you going?” 

“...to go get her things.” 

“You so love her.” 

“Shut the hell up and don’t enter her room until I get back.”

It was only when the dark-haired spiker turned the corner, looking behind and in front of him before his back hits a nearby wall as he attempts to calm his heartbeat, swearing he had never felt such a wild surge of energy through his veins as his lips tingled with the taste of you. He sighs, touching the hair tie that he stole from you when he kissed you a second time from within his pocket, wondering just when his hatred melted into the exact opposite. 

He was so whipped.

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[humancomedy]

Human Comedy: Humanity - 10

Nazuna: Ooh... They transformed the stage in no time at all. No matter how many times I see this, it's always like magic to me.

Location: Repayment Festival Stage (Valkyrie)

Nazuna: Ooh... They transformed the stage in no time at all. No matter how many times I see this, it's always like magic to me.

Hajime: It's great craftsmanship, isn't it... The Yumenosaki staff always does impressive work.

Tomoya: Ahaha. But let's retreat to the stage wings, otherwise we'll get in the way of the professionals.

Mitsuru: Yeah, let's go, let's go! For the rest of the show, we'll be part of the audience~♪

Shu: ...Woah there. Careful.

Mitsuru: Uwah, I'm sorry! Running without looking ahead is a real bad habit of mine, y'know~?

Shu: Well, it's a good thing you're aware of it. ...You're not hurt, are you?

Mitsuru: Yeah, I'm always in tip top shape~☆

Nazuna: ...Itsuki. Aah, so you guys are up next, huh.

I've gotta admit I was a bit concerned about you, but I see you've safely won your way through the first half of RepayFes~

Shu: But of course. Our popularity has been on the rise lately, and Kagehira did a satisfactory job today, too.

Simply performing the way we are accustomed to was more than enough to vanquish those small fries.

In any case, I cannot say whether the fate that binds us is a desirable one... But one way or another, it appears our turn comes right after yours.

Heh. The audience must be quite fed up after having to witness your quaint little playtime. Allow us to show them what the fine arts are truly about. ♪

Nazuna: What did you just say~? You must've had your eyes elsewhere, Itsuki, 'cause these guys have grown so much!

It wasn't some kind of playtime, they've really become the greatest idols on earth...!

Shu: I'm aware. My words were nothing but a joke, albeit a somewhat cruel one. ♪

Nazuna: ...You're in an awfully good mood, huh, Itsuki? Gross.

Shu: How harsh. ...Even my feelings get hurt sometimes, you know?

Nazuna: ...My bad. But you really do come off like some kind of freak sometimes, so watch out for that.

People are gonna get the wrong idea about you, y'know~, especially overseas, where it's gonna be even harder for you to get your point across.

Shu: Heh. "Freak" is a compliment. At least, that's what I've come to believe from observing a certain friend of mine.

Tomoya: Umm, Itsuki-senpai!

Shu: Hmm? Aah, I didn't intend to ridicule your senior, whom you hold in such high regard.

Wataru is one of the few people in this world that I can call my friend and equal... Think of what I just said as a frivolous, lighthearted jest.

Tomoya: No, I really couldn't care less about that guy right now...

Itsuki-senpai, would you accept this bouquet from us?

Here... Happy White Day. ♪

Shu: Oh? I'm happy to receive this, but why me...? Could you be handing these out to every senior that looked after you?

Although I did my utmost to keep my distance from you...?

Tomoya: Ah, actually this bouquet is a bit of a bribe.

You see, we finished our earlier performance just before using up all the time we were given.

Would you let us make use of that extra bit of time after Valkyrie's performance?

Shu: Hmm? Well, we procrastinated on deciding whether or not to join RepayFes, and consequently, the repertoire we prepared is somewhat insufficient...

We'll hardly make use of our allocated time, so it wouldn't pose a problem for us to give up a part of it.

If anything, your proposal is more than welcome. The longer I get to appreciate the fine arts, the better.

And while all of you are exceedingly lovely by yourselves, it is on the stage where your mannerisms are the most mesmerizing.

If it means that I will get to see you perform once more, I cannot think of a single reason to refuse you.

Tomoya: Um, actually... If possible, we want Valkyrie to sing together with us.

Shu: Hm? I cannot fathom why you would want that.

Tomoya: We want all of us to give Nii~chan our blessings together, as he sets out into the world... Of course, this is just for our sake, so if you don't want to do it I won't insist.

Back then, Nii~chan suddenly transferred units without even giving you any notice, right?

There are people who still unfairly hold suspicions against him because of that.

They call him irresponsible and insincere because he quit Valkyrie for his own personal reasons, without explaining a thing...

We've been gaining popularity, but as our number of fans increases, so does the amount of weirdos like that.

Some long-time Valkyrie fans even come to our handshake events just to kick up a fuss there.

Shu: ...That is, well, inexcusable really. For better and for worse, there are many eccentrics among our devotees.

I understand. In other words, you want us to formally declare that we acknowledge Nito's withdrawal from Valkyrie and give him our blessings, correct?

"We gave our approval, so quit whining already, outsiders."

That's what you're asking us to assert, am I wrong? I see. Indeed, this is entirely for your own sake.

Tomoya: Yes. That's why there's nothing we can do except bow our heads to you and beg.

Shu: ...I don't have any objections, though. You gave me such beautiful flowers, and I don't desire people to speak ill of Nito, either.

In fact, I consider such foolish undertakings to be on par with scrawling all over a breathtaking painting.

But what are your thoughts on this, Kagehira? If you say you're against it, I will abide by that.

From hereafter, you will be the heart of Valkyrie both in name and substance... The right to decide lies with you.

Mika: ......

Shu: ...Nito. This is unrelated to the matter at hand, but why did you name us Valkyrie?

Nazuna: That sure is unrelated. Is this really the time to be talking about that...?

Umm. Itsuki, do you still remember the time we first met?

That day, you jumped from the second floor of the school building for some reason, remember?

You must've been working on an outfit, because your entire body was enveloped in some kind of lustrous, sparkling cloth.

And you said, "We meet at last! My soulmate! Aah, how lovely you are!"...

The way you spoke and acted was so strange that I didn't think you were human.

I dashed away and managed to escape you then, and I was seriously terrified of you for a while...

While looking up information on ghosts, demons, and the like, I found an illustrated book that talked about the gods of foreign countries as well.

And what came closest to my impression of you were the shield-maidens of Norse mythology...the Valkyries.

When we were trying to choose a name for our unit, this memory just somehow came to my mind again.

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[waatermelon-sugaar]

Half-Priced Chocolate

Words = 2.8k

Summary = You hate Valentine’s Day. Nick tries to change your mind. 

Warnings = One swear word

A/N = Reader is described as a similar height to Nick, and taller when she wears heels. Also I didn’t mean to write this, it just sort of happened so sorry if it’s not very well thought out ahaha

Posted to AO3

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“You know, I’d pegged you as the type of girl who would do anything to ensure she had a Valentine’s date.” This observation comes casual as anything from your boss, Mayor Wasicsko, as the two of you work together to build beds in the town hall. 

A combination of a lot of snow, an early thaw, and then rain, had resulted in flooding all around the city, many having to be relocated. And so here you were, on a night that most were celebrating with their loved one across an over-priced bottle of champagne, some heart-shaped chocolate and probably something red themed, in the town hall, setting up extra accommodation with Nick. 

Who you should probably call Mayor Wasicsko in your head. 

You’d been here for hours, first building the beds with other volunteers, all of whom had melted away as the night had gone on. All, apart from you and Nick.

“Yeah? Well I pegged you as the type of mayor to sit on his ass all day.” You snipe back, not thinking for a moment, before slapping a hand to your mouth in horror. “Sorry, Mayor Wasicsko, that was really unprofessional of me-”

You stopped your rambling, because … was he laughing?

You flip your end of the sheet the two of you are attempting to fit to the bed, successfully causing his end to yank out of his hands, flying up and causing enough of a breeze to dislodge his hair enough for a strand to flop onto his forehead. 

Not that you’d noticed. 

“I told you, call me Nick. And it’s ok,” he’s still smiling, annoyingly. “I just - you don’t have some annoyed boyfriend who’s sitting at home waiting for you?” 

You shake your head. “Not that it’s any of your business, but no.” You finally tuck in the corner of the sheet at the top of the bed and move to the bottom. “And anyway, I hate Valentine’s.” 

Nick throws you a pillow and a case when you hold your arms out. “So you hate love? And happiness?” 

You roll your eyes at him, busy stuffing the case, leaving him to struggle with the duvet, gathering the new sheets for the next bed as you talk. “No. I just … I hate the commercialisation of it.” 

You wait for Nick to finish with the duvet, before attempting the next bed. “It’s like … so what? If my hypothetical boyfriend doesn’t get me flowers, and chocolate and some shitty card on this one specific day of the year, he doesn’t love me?” You scoff. “No thanks.” 

Nick tucks in his corner, thinking about his response. “I think it reminds people to be thankful for the people they love.” Oh God he’s one of those. As if he hasn’t managed to drop in the fact that he’s woefully single for the last two hours whenever the opportunity arose.

“Only romantic love,” you remind him. “And,” you continue, remembering more and more reasons. “It’s all over-priced anyway, and it’s just so couples can feel smug while they walk hand in hand down the street, trying to get a table to a restaurant, where the prices have been upped for two people, and so single people, specifically women, can feel shit about themselves?” 

You harrumph again, handing Nick the other end of the sheet. “There is good about it though.” He’s looking at you differently, and you’re not sure how, but maybe it’s because you’re having the first real conversation with him tonight, despite having worked for him for the last year. 

You’d talked before, of course, but it usually had something to do with politics, Nick ducking out of his office to ask your opinion on something, before returning back to his phone and papers. It had never been a two-way conversation like this, never nothing to do with either of your jobs. 

You raise an eyebrow, tucking in your corners as you wait for him to make his point. “What about the half-priced chocolate the next day?” And … he nearly has you. Until you remember a counter-argument.  

“So it’s back to its normal price?” 

Nick looks at you like he’s never seen you before in your life. But he changes tack, which you take to mean that you’ve won that particular battle. 

���And what’s wrong with celebrating love? Even-” He anticipates your response before you do, “-if it is just romantic love?” He grabs the pillow before you can, leaving you to struggle with the duvet this time. 

You’re smiling now, unable to help yourself, as you watch the Mayor of Yonkers, of all people, pick up a pile of bedding. He looks good like this, you think, shirt rolled up to his forearms, collar open, tie left behind somewhere with his jacket. Not that he doesn’t normally look good. 

You’ve become more relaxed too, you can feel it, as though every bed that the two of you have completed has shod you of another layer, making you feel lighter. Your heels are by the door, and you are a similar height to Nick without them, which you’ve never noticed before, either being taller than him, or sitting in his presence. There’s something weird about it, but also nice, in a domestic sort of way, as your stocking feet pad around the beds, occasionally catching on the wooden floor. You hope you don’t get a hole. Or worse, a ladder. 

But you know it’s your mind which has relaxed the most. Allowing you first to smile at his jokes, then joke back, the tension in your shoulders melting away. And now this. A deep conversation. Which you suppose was bound to happen, the two of you alone after the last volunteer had called it a night at 1am and gone home. But love? Really? 

“There’s nothing wrong with celebrating love. It’s just forced, somehow. Like you’re a bad person for not doing it, just because of some long-dead guy who’s now in our calendar.” You finish your duvet, and move to help Nick. 

“I think you’re wrong.” And maybe it’s the way he says it, like it’s the most simple thing in the world. “I think it makes sure that people take a breath and appreciate what they have.” 

He looks so hopeful, you stop the scoff in your throat, instead letting yourself consider his point. “Well it doesn’t matter, it’s …” You pause and check your watch, blinking in surprise. “Fuck. It’s four in the morning. It’s not Valentine’s Day anymore.” 

And then you look up. Properly. 

There’s one bed left. You turn around, admiring all the made-up beds. Ok they could be neater, but so what? 

“Well.” You turn back to look at Nick as he speaks. “Do you want to take advantage of those sales, or not?” 

You blink at him, even as he gestures at you to take the other end of the sheet, unsure if you’re dreaming now. 

***

When you exit the town hall, the sky is the cool blue of pre-dawn. Grey clouds still hang, heavy and angry over Yonkers, a precursor of the rain to come. It’s been a cold night, a glimmer of frost on the ground, but you can already feel that it won’t last the day.

You yawn, rubbing your eyes with one hand, while your other holds your heels. Nick’s thrown his blazer over one shoulder, the tie hanging out of his trouser pocket. “C’mon.” Is all he says as he walks towards his car. 

It takes a second for your brain to engage. “What?” Your voice has become hoarse from a lack of sleep.

“Can I show you something?” And how can you say no, when he leans against the car roof with one arm, opening the door for you, and looking like that?

Inside the car it’s warm, and tiredness sinks down on you until you can hardly keep your eyes open. Nick only asks for your address, which you give him, and then you’re asleep. You wake when he stops the car on the high street, but fall back asleep when he tells you he just needs to pick up some groceries. 

You don’t wake up when he comes back, nor do you wake up when he sets off again. You open your eyes when he gently shakes your shoulder. The sky is much brighter now, the sun peeking over the horizon and you blink, looking at your watch. It’s nearly 7. Which means Nick let you sleep for 2 hours. It takes a second for your surroundings to fall into place, green and brown surrounding you.

Nick’s sitting next to you in the driver’s seat. And in the back seat are his groceries. 

You blink again. Harder this time.

Praying your makeup isn’t smudged all down your cheek, you move to sit up straighter, where you’d fallen asleep against the window. “What … where are we?” 

Nick doesn’t answer until he’s grabbed one of the bags, clambering out and opening your door for you. “We are in one of the city’s finest parks.” He announces, using his Official Mayor Voice.

As far as you can tell, it’s a pretty basic park. The only notable point is the view. You can see the full scrawl of Yonkers below you, as the sun rises to your right, still fighting the storm clouds left over from yesterday. Funny. You’d heard there was going to be more rain. 

As you step out of the car, you put your heels back on, and wince a little. Nick hands you a blanket to carry and sets off towards a clear area without too many trees, and you follow him, spreading the blanket for the two of you to sit on. Nick’s put his blazer back on and you try not to be disappointed, reminding yourself that he’s your boss. 

He places the bag between you, and … it’s stuffed with half price Valentine themed food. Chocolates, champagne, even a small teddy. You can’t help it. You let out a laugh as the two of you sit next to each other, the bag between you. 

“I never knew the Mayor would be a cheapskate.” You’re only half-serious, and you think Nick knows this, catching the glint in his eye as he replies. 

“You’d rather I bought you this full price?”

You shake your head, grinning, but confused on the inside. You must be tired. Hearing that the Mayor, your boss, wants to buy you something for Valentine’s? You must be misinterpreting this. 

“And I’ll have you know, that everything in this bag came to less than what it would be in a normal month.” He winks and you groan, theatrical and over the top. 

So instead you open the chocolate, grabbing the first one you see and popping it in your mouth. “Nice though,” you mumble, without having swallowed your mouthful, savouring the sweetness of it as it coats your tongue, eyes closing as you lean back on the blanket, missing the way Nick looks down at you. 

“Yeah? Worth every cent, aren’t they?” You smile, shaking your head. 

“Yes, Nick.” You finally sigh, giving in. “Worth every half-price cent.” You squint open an eye, waiting for his reaction, glad when he laughs, propping yourself up onto your elbows so you don't fall asleep again. And then you look down, and your eye catches on a bottle of champagne. 

You reach for it, twirling it on the ground. “So Nick, seeing as how you’re the Mayor and my boss,” you start, sure you’re going to get what you ask for, “and we worked all night long, can we have today off?”

You look at Nick to see him watching your face, amused at the long winded way you’re going about this. Finally he nods. “Yeah I think we deserve the day off.” 

You grin widely then, sitting up properly with a burst of energy, and pop the cork. You take the first sip straight from the bottle, leaving a small ring of lipstick behind. You use your thumb to wipe it off before passing it over, the bubbles still tingling on your tongue, washing away the chocolate. 

Nick takes a healthy swig as soon as his hand is wrapped around the cool bottle, and you can’t help but watch the way his throat bobs when he swallows, wiping at a drop that escapes his mouth. 

You turn to the rest of the bag to distract yourself. There’s at least 3 boxes of chocolate, a pack of strawberries, and a small bear. All of them have the tell tale yellow half-price stickers in clear view. You pull out the bear, amused. “He’s cute.” 

Nick hands the bottle back to you, running a hand through his hair. “Got a name for him?” 

You think about it for a minute, before deciding. “Arthur the Fourth.” And you place Arthur at the bottom of the blanket, so he’s looking at the two of you. 

Nick frowns, looking between the two of you. “The Fourth?” 

You laugh, biting on another chocolate. “Yeah. Throughout my childhood, I have had three other teddies, all named Arthur. He will be the fourth.” 

“And you lost them all?” 

“No, I still have Arthur the Third.”  You wash the chocolate down with another sip of champagne, and when you go to scrub away your lipstick again, Nick’s hand stops you. He shakes his head, like he’s having a secret conversation within your public one. 

“Shame to hear about the first two though.” You let him take the bottle from you, watching as he - his mouth - touches your lipstick. You can feel your heart rate raise, thumping inside your chest like a drum. You can still feel the ghost of his hand, warm where it touched yours. 

You look down on Yonkers again, unable to cope. “Yeah, well. It’s how it happens in real life, I guess.” 

The two of you fall silent as the sun climbs pathetically further and further, finally disappearing behind angry storm clouds. Conversation is quiet observations, both of you feeling wrapped up in a bubble of tiredness. 

You lie back down, ignoring how the cold of the ground is seeping through the blanket now and closing your eyes as you take a chocolate from the box which you intend to be your last, and you can hear Nick’s smirk when he talks. “Chocolate’s not too bad then?” 

You just hum, pretending to think about it. “Yeah not bad,” you finally agree, opening your eyes and turning your head to watch Nick as he leans back on his hands, “But it’s not Valentine’s day so you haven’t changed my mind …” 

And Nick’s looking at you like that again, and you could never in a million years anticipate his next question. “So you wouldn’t count this as the best Valentine’s Day date you’ve ever been on?” 

You freeze, what? You decline in that moment to mention that it’s the only Valentine’s date you’ve ever even been on, and you also choose to ignore that it’s not Valentine’s Day anymore, shaking your head. You can’t quite believe what you’re about to say, heart beating faster than normal, blood thrumming in your ears. “I would count it as the best date I’ve been on.” 

And then you’re laughing at the look of shock on his face, quickly stopping when he ducks down to kiss you. 

Nick, your boss, the mayor of Yonkers, is kissing you. 

It takes you a second to respond, shock freezing you where you lie. But then your hands are on his neck, pulling him back down over you as he deepens the kiss, tongue exploring your mouth. His forearm is resting on the blanket next to your head, supporting his bodyweight, his other hand cupping your cheek. His moustache is tickling you slightly, but you don’t care. 

He tastes sweet, from the chocolate. But then, you can taste the bubbles from the champagne, you can taste how cold it was, you can taste the birds chirping in the trees above you, and you can taste how warm the sun’s rays felt five minutes ago.

It’s perfect.

Until the clouds open above you.

It starts gently, and you don’t feel it at first, and when you do, you ignore it, more interested in snogging Nick. Your feet are becoming wet quickly and the rain falls in large drops. 

Nick’s the first one to pull away, and you follow him, chasing his lips with your own, not wanting to open your eyes. When you do, you realise your feet are wet from the bottle of champagne falling over, and Arthur’s looking to be in danger of rolling away. 

You can feel the rain on your head, and the drops are falling faster. You snatch Arthur and the now-empty bottle up, Nick scrambling to get everything back in the bag. At the last second, you ball up the blanket, ignoring how it brings half the floor with it, and the two of you run towards Nick’s car, laughing as the rain soaks the pair of you. 

***

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[taetaespeaches]

“I think you need to tell me the truth about how you feel towards me.”

taehyung x reader (or oc) genre: angst; fluff word count: 2.5K

a/n: ok, so of course, I made this way more complicated to follow than it needs to be. But basically, it takes place during and after my Yoon fic “I love you more than coffee” and before my Tae fic, “We’ve already taken it slow for six years.” So this is basically the biggest fight our lil Tae/Peaches get in, but obviously, we get fluffy again. Ok, so, I hope you all enjoy and can follow along ok. Thanks for reading :))

WAKING up, Taehyung felt sick, but it wasn’t from the large amount of alcohol he consumed the night before. Instead, it was the immediate realization upon entering consciousness that he had sent you a bunch of drunken texts that all but confessed his feelings for you. His best friend. And of course, you had answered them because you never ignored anything, and you especially never avoided tough conversations when they came up.

And a tough conversation was coming.

He reluctantly checked his phone, not really wanting to see if you had texted him again, which he was sure you had. And yup… two messages from ‘Peaches’.

Unlocking the screen, he immediately opened the messages. The first message read, “Jimin texted. We’re going to pick up some coffees (and juice) and come get you.”

And the second message said, “Don’t panic, but we do need to talk.”

Taehyung’s heart immediately began to race and he felt like he was going to vomit. Looking back over the conversation he had with you the previous night, he groaned, mentally kicking himself.

Tae: “Peaches I love you” Peaches: “Hi Dearest, I love you too. Hope you’re having fun tonight.” Peaches: “INVITE ME NEXT TIME” Tae: “You always have an invitation” Tae: “I’m glad you dumped that idiot” Peaches: “Ahaha I hardly dumped them, there was nothing really there” Tae: “Well I’m happy you’re not seeing them anymore. Don’t see anyone else please” Peaches: “And why shouldn’t I, Dearest?” Tae: “I already told you” Peaches: “??” Tae: “I love you” Peaches: “I know. I love you too” Tae: “In” Peaches: “What?” Tae: “You make me so happy but so sad” Peaches: “I do?” Tae: “Yeah” Peaches: “I’m sorry” Peaches: “Let’s talk more tomorrow ok? You need to rest” Tae: “I won’t want to talk tomorrow” Peaches: “Well I’m not having this conversation when you’re drunk. I love you. We’ll talk tomorrow” Tae: “Yeah ok” Peaches: “Goodnight”

Taehyung quickly typed out a simple, “I’m sorry”, and sent it to you before locking his phone. Taking a deep breath, he walked from the couch to the kitchen, plopping down next to Jimin on one of the stools that sat next to the counter.

Everything around Taehyung felt like a blur. When Yoongi’s girlfriend entered the kitchen, he barely took notice, much preferring to stare into space and internally freak out over seeing you in a matter of minutes.

When Yoongi came in, he again barely acknowledged it. His eyes followed the bodies around the room, but their words went through one ear and out the other. It wasn’t until Yoongi told his girlfriend he loves her more than coffee that Taehyung made a noise, in the form of an involuntary gasp. Where the fuck did that come from? Tae thought to himself.

“Sorry,” Taehyung spoke, his eyes looking from Yoongi’s girlfriend to Yoongi to Jimin. “Just surprised me.”

“Why would that sur- are you even alive right now?” Yoongi asked Taehyung, and before Taehyung could even decide whether to respond or not, a knock sounded on the door, resulting in his chest nearly bursting from the drum of his heart.

You were stood behind Jimin’s girlfriend, one of your closest friends, when Jimin opened the door, greeting his girlfriend cheerfully accompanied by a kiss to her cheek. She stepped into the apartment and you took a deep breath, slowly trailing behind.

It’s just Tae, you thought. Just Tae… what a joke. Tae was everything to you. He had been your best friend for about six years, but more and more recently, you realized your feelings had changed somewhere along the way. Just Tae had the ability to break your heart if he wanted to. You were his.

When you entered the kitchen, holding a drink carrier of coffees and a bottle of strawberry juice for Tae in the other, your eyes locked on Tae’s. Meeting his worried expression, you felt the need to assure him. You set the coffees down, telling Yoongi and his girlfriend which ones were theirs before taking yours out and making your way around the counter to your best friend.

You gave Tae a small smile, trying to silently assure him it was all going to be ok, and it seemed to relax him just the slightest bit. Standing next to him, you were surprised to see his boxy smile form on his face, a low chuckle sounding when Yoongi told his girlfriend, “I do love you more than coffee, Kid, but right now I think I love her the most,” referring to you.

You smiled at the ridiculous comment as you handed Tae his juice, running your fingers through his tousled hair in an attempt to comfort him. Taehyung instinctively leaned into your touch as you combed through his strands. Yoongi and his girlfriend kept talking, but neither you or Tae were paying much attention.

You removed your hand from him and crossed your arms over your ribcage as you stared at him, Tae carefully removing the cap of his juice and taking a sip. “Thank you,” he whispered to you, nodding to the bottle.

“You’re welcome,” you gave him a small smile.

“Fuck that’s good,” Yoongi’s girlfriend suddenly said, you and Taeyung looking at her. “Never mind, I’m in love with you too,” she said to you, both you and Tae giggling at the comment.

“Hey,” Yoongi said in offense to his girlfriend, all on eyes on him as he spoke. “She’s mine,” he teased with a small grin, very obviously fucking with his girl.

Looking back to Taehyung and seeing him smiling had you thinking that maybe clearing the air with him would be easier than you initially thought…

“Jeez, you might want to cancel your date tonight, you have suitors right here,” Jimin’s girlfriend, your good pal, said to you jokingly.

“What?” Tae asked pointedly to you, your eyes widening.

“Tae,” you said in a hushed tone.

“Your date?” he questioned, everyone’s eyes glancing to you and Tae before they awkwardly averted their gazes, trying to act normal.

Jimin reached for her his girlfriend’s hand to warn her to not say anything further.

As you and Taehyung stared at each other, studying one another, Jimin stood up, placing his hand at the back of his girlfriend’s back as she sported a guilty look. “I think we’re going to head out, but thank you for your hospitality,” Jimin said, trying to lighten the mood as him and his girlfriend walked out of the kitchen.

“Yeah, no problem,” Yoongi’s girlfriend called out, Yoongi nodding as they exited.

“What the fuck?” Taehyung whispered to you, as if that would keep the other two from hearing him.

“Can we go talk,” you whispered back. Taehyung took a deep breath, letting it out in a quick exhale before nodding.

“Thanks for everything,” he told Yoongi and his girlfriend sincerely, using the last shred of his composure to be polite.

“Of course, Tae,” she said, giving you a small smile as you waved goodbye to them.

“Yeah, see you later, Taehyungie,” Yoongi said gently, more aware of the situation than you even realized. “Get home safe, both of you.”

Stepping out into the hallway, Taehyung kept a fast pace as you followed behind him, trying to keep up. “Tae,” you called after him, only for him to keep walking. “Tae, will you stop and talk to me.”

His movements halted but he didn’t turn around. “A date?”

“It was just a stupid thing, I’m not even going,” you explained calmly.

“No, no, don’t cancel your plans on my account,” he said as he turned around. “Enjoy it.”

You huffed, annoyance building up. “She’s just some girl, it’s nothing,” you told him, only for him to shake his head, pissing you off further. “I’m not canceling anything on your account, by the way, why would I?” You knew you shouldn’t have said that, but frustration over his lack of openness with you had been building up.

“Good question,” he responded coldly.

“You need to be honest,” you told him harshly.

“Honest? With who?” His face was scrunched up in confusion.

“With me, with yourself,” you said, the volume of your voice louder. “I think you need to tell me the truth about how you feel towards me,” you said more quietly, staring into his intense gaze.

“I have been honest,” he insisted. “I love you, you know that.”

“What does that even mean, Tae?”

“It means I-” he took a quick pause, “just, do whatever you want,” he said dismissively, preparing to turn his back on you.

“What do you want from me?” You cried out, tears pricking your eyes.

He scoffed, shaking his head. “I want you to go on your date and leave me alone,” he told you. The tears threatened to fall, causing you to blink your eyes quickly as you turned your face from him. He watched you for a moment, and you were sure he was debating what to do next. He had never made you cry before. At least not that he was aware of.

He made his decision quickly, turning away and walking further down the hall. “Tae,” you quickly called out in your broken voice.

“This hurts,” he admitted, turning back toward you. “My heart hurts.” He spoke the words as tears formed along his water line. You opened your mouth to speak but he cut you off. “My heart hurts more when I look at you,” he added, his voice shaky. “And that’s the truth about how I feel about you. Why do you think I don’t date anyone?” He asked you rhetorically.

“What does that mean?” You questioned. You knew he shared similar feelings to what you had for him, but he never admitted anything until this moment, and you were scared to assume.

“Don’t be dense, y/n, it’s not a good look for you,” he said coldly.

“And being a fucking asshole isn’t a good look for you,” you countered.

“I’m done with this conversation,” he told you, his expression defeated.

“Don’t walk away, spell it out for me. What do you mean?” You said, an edge of panic in your voice. Were you losing him?

He looked at you for a moment before shaking his head. “It’s nothing. Please just, get home safe.” And with that he walked into the elevator and disappeared behind the closing doors.

You didn’t cry. Maybe it was refusal to believe that your and Tae’s relationship may be over. Or maybe it was because you and Tae were meant to be, and you were holding onto that. Maybe it was just shock.

When the elevator doors reopened, revealing the empty carriage, you stepped inside just as your phone buzzed. Checking the device, the message on the screen was from the girl you cancelled your date with. The text read, “Sorry I didn’t respond last night, I went to bed early. Don’t apologize, I was looking forward to getting to know you but I totally understand. Good luck with your friend.” With a sigh, you locked the phone.

Taehyung always called you stubborn. Affectionately. “It’s one of my favorite things about you,” he’d said before. “No matter how annoying it is sometimes.” He always wore that charming boy-like boxy smile when he put you in your place, and you adored it.  

He was right, you were stubborn. Maybe that trait was to blame for you knocking on the front door of the Bangtan dorm, telling yourself you wouldn’t leave until the fight with Tae was resolved. You had a key but that probably wasn’t appropriate considering how you and Tae left things.

A few moments later, the door opened to reveal a tired looking Taehyung, his hair cleaner than that morning, but just as disheveled. If you hadn’t had six years of learning about the depths of Kim Taehyung, you probably wouldn’t have noticed the expression of relief that flashed across his face for a very brief second before it was replaced with an empty expression.

“Please spell it out to me,” you pleaded softly, your eyes glistening which caused Tae to sigh sympathetically. He looked behind him into the dorm, scanning the area quickly. “Who else is home?”

“Just Hope-hyung,” he told you before placing a hand to your waist gently. “Here, let’s just close the door real quick.”

When the door latched shut, you both stood there awkwardly, both wanting to say a thousand things to one another but neither sure where to start.

You bit back a grin as you pathetically joked, “We’ve gotta stop meeting this way,” as you looked around the hallway. When his expression didn’t change, you timidly started explaining the joke before giving up. “You know, in hallways, we don’t seem to have the best luck and yeah, never mind.”

His lips curved up just the slightest bit as a tiny chuckle vibrated from his throat. “I’m really sorry, Peaches,” he apologized.  

“Tae, don’t, don’t,” you brought a hand up to wave him off, trying to shush him.

“No, I’m really fucking sorry,” he continued. “I shouldn’t have lost my temper like that, you don’t owe me anything and I don’t get to be upset over your dating life.”

“Don’t you though?” You countered, Tae’s mouth opening to respond but nothing coming out. “Look, Tae, I know how I feel about you and sometimes it seems like you feel the same way, but I can’t put my life on hold because I think you may reciprocate.”

“I know,” he told you softly. “I know, Peaches.” His hands reached for your face, gently holding your cheeks. “You know how I feel though. I don’t know exactly when the feelings changed, or if they were always like this and I was just slow to realizing, but-” he trailed off, gathering his words. You waited patiently, though your heart was beating so loud you were sure he could hear it. “You’re my best friend,” he nodded, “but you’re more than that.”

You let out a sigh of relief, staring at the sincerity in his face, knowing you both were on the same page, finally. “I don’t know where to go with this though,” he admitted with a small smile, you letting out a breathy laugh in response.

“Me either,” you admitted.

“I can’t lose you,” he told you seriously. “There was a moment today where I wondered if we’d be able to get past this and the thought of you not being in my life was the worst pain I’ve ever felt.” You nodded in agreement, tears gathering once again.

“We can’t be rash,” you told him.

“I agree,” he nodded.

“But we can’t hide these feelings again. We can’t go back,” you told him, Tae nodding in understanding.

“Maybe we can start with you coming inside and just hanging out with me. Like normal?”

“Like normal,” you nodded.

“Yeah, only this time, there’s no hidden feelings. We’re just taking our time, letting it progress naturally,” he added with a soft smile.

“Ok,” you accepted, returning the smile. “To the couch?”

“To the couch,” he giggled, taking your hand in his and leading you back inside the dorm.

And just like that, it was so easy. Taehyung was the both the easiest and most complicated relationship you’d ever had, and you wouldn’t change it for anything. You wouldn’t change him for anything or anyone.

[tillitbreaks]

OMG hi baby i just saw the prompts u asked us to send u and maybe,, 27 with tsukki but if you want make it angst??? tho if you'd prefer to write fluff i understand (^^) thank u angel!

a/n: ahaha hiiii so umm I’m kinda back maybe possibly?? I’m honestly not 100 percent sure bc school is beating my [redacted] but uh I wrote this! i’m a little out of practice so I’m not sure if it’s any good but nonetheless I hope u like it!! ^^

warnings: angstangstangst omg this one hurt me writing it lolol, also there’s a fem!reader for this one I hope that’s okay!

⊱ ────── {⋅. ♡ .⋅} ────── ⊰

Maybe it was he who had let go first. Maybe it was he who had gotten too comfortable, complacent, stopped being a lover and started being a burden.

But those are uncertainties, speculation, and he needs fact, something solid and true to bring him back to reality. And the truth he chokes on like bitter medicine is that you were the one who had called it quits, not him. You were the one that gripped his heart over the line and tore it out with the words I can’t do this anymore, Kei.

Your back is the one he saw drawing further and further along the road you two used to take together and seeing is believing, after all. Your contact is the one he’s staring at, your smiling face staring back. He doesn’t know why he’s doing it, he doesn’t know why he’s doing much of anything, really, when you’re not there to be with him. To give him sharp, warning looks whenever his jokes go a bit too far and to hold his hand when he can’t be as cold and detached as he tries to be.

You had seen all those soft, raw parts of him, had wrapped yourself around them like armor and now that you’re gone he feels cold and exposed. He hates it- he hates you for making him feel so vulnerable, so weak.

Maybe that’s why he’s still staring at your contact. Even though it’s been three months since you broke up he still hasn’t changed it yet, my one and only y/n is still your contact name (you had changed it, from the simple y/n it had been before). It’s ridiculous, but still not nearly as ridiculous as his thumb hitting the call button.

“Hello?” Is your groggy response, your voice still thick with sleep.

Right, it’s nearly four in the morning. Time seems to slip past him these days.

He doesn’t say anything- he doesn’t know what to say, a foreign feeling that leaves him floundering a bit.

“...Kei? Is that you?” Your voice is softer now, soft in the way only you can be when his name falls from your lips.

“Yeah.”

“Are you alright? Did you need something?”

“I remember practicing how to ask you out in the mirror.”

It’s stupid, such a stupid thing to say in the current situation but he can’t seem to feel the slightest bit embarrassed, he can’t seem to feel much of anything without you to remind him how.

“Kei. You can’t keep doing this.” You breathe out, and your voice isn’t as soft now - it’s impatient. “This is the third time this week.”

“I know.” He chokes through gritted teeth, and he does know. He knows a lot of things, really, but just because he knows doesn’t mean he wants to accept it.

“I-I’m with someone else, Kei, and I really like him.” Your voice is gentle, careful, but no amount of care could make plunging a knife through someone’s chest feel like a pinch, a bit of pressure until it‘s over. “This has to stop.”

“Who?” It’s the only question that comes to mind, the only thing he can think to ask, and he almost laughs at himself, at the pathetic, pining mess you’ve reduced him to. He’s never at a loss for words, there’s never not a witty remark perched at the edge of his tongue, but there isn’t now. Even as he wracks his brain for something to say that’ll save the few shreds of dignity he has left, he comes up empty.

“Kei, do you really want to know that?” You’re just trying to save him any further heartache, but he hates the patronizing tone of your voice, like you’re talking to a child crying over spilled milk.

“I asked, didn’t I? So clearly, yes I want to know.” He snaps, anger flaring in his belly. You only sigh on the other end of the line, hardly registering the harshness of his tone.

“Fine, since you’re so dying to know.” You hiss, and there’s a shuffling noise on the other end of the phone before another voice, deep and equally thick with sleep, rumbles in Tsukishima’s ear. “Hello?”

He feels like he’s suffocating, like the air was ripped from his lungs in his shock, because he knows that voice. He knows a lot of things, after all, and he knows that that voice belongs to none other than Kageyama Tobio, the boy you had told him not to worry about.

We’re just friends, Kei. You had reassured him after he caught a glimpse of the numerous texts you had been exchanging with the setter. There’s nothing to worry about, I promise.

I promise. He does laugh now, a bitter, nasty thing that burns in his throat like bile. “Of fucking course it’s you. I should’ve known.” He spits into the receiver.

“Tsukishima?” Is all Kageyama says in response, sounding confused. “Why are you calling my girlfriend at 3 in the morning?”

My girlfriend.

Unable to take a second more, Tsukishima quickly hangs up, launching his phone across the room. He tucks his knees to his chest in an attempt to stop his chest from heaving, but it’s not working, and hot, salty tears spill from his eyes despite his desperate attempts to keep himself together.

He’s not sure how long he stays like that - a sobbing wreck, but eventually his breathing calms and his cheeks dry and a heavy feeling of resignation settles in his chest where there was only pain and rage before.

He knows what he has to do. He knows a lot of things after all, and now he knows that it’s time to move on.

[moonlitberrry]

not so popular

➀ ᴀ/ɴ: based from what wonho wore last halloween i'll be following in pursuit of this school themed au where he's a football player and you're his best friend off the same year and i won't disclose that you're a nerd in this but be whoever you want. kinda christmas theme actually

➁ ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: football player! lee hoseok/wonho x reader

➂ ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: fluff, school au

➃ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: none

once the football team opened vacant spots for new comers that's where wonho popped in

he trained a whole lot for this to join the football team and that include:

working out and staying fit

he plays as their new tight end offensive line

you wouldn't worry much about his well-being since he never skips meals or anything just like a couple of people who would prefer protein bars and drinks instead of other food

he uses that but also eats

he healthy boy

always attends practices and would never skip a single one unless there's an emergency

have grown popular in the football team quickly after one game

he was really nervous in playing in their first game like,

he can't focus and kept jumping like a lil bunny all around, trying to convince himself

"i can do this, i can do this."

"of course you can, hoseok!"

he felt so relieved that you’re always there with him. you’ve always been there with him ever since childhood

the both of you are friends since grade school and have always hanged out in each other’s homes. whenever wonho’s parents were out he always stay in around yours

as usual some people and a few of your friends thought that the both of you were a couple because of how close you are with him

you refused 

you weren’t in a denial but you just saw him as one of your family members, like a brother and everyone respected that

no one from your classes ever decided to push you about your relationship with wonho and you were glad they stopped because it gets annoying when they do

so, you’re comforting wonho and his anxiousness over playing in the field

at first you’re not allowed inside the locker room of the football players until a few of wonho’s teammates, the captain, let you in

you almost resulted to kicking one of them until they let you in but decided against detention than anything else

wonho would flip and ask you how you end up there

once you were by wonho’s side you comforted him and pat his back, telling him you’ll be cheering him on 

he keeps asking questions regarding his worries

“what if i mess up?”

“this is my first game, omg omg. this is my first!”

“oh hoseok, you won’t mess up. you’ve been practicing this all week. kill that game!”

because of your encouragements, it made him more pumped up into playing on the field

his teammates found it impossible to bring his mood up, but somehow you’re able to cheer him up for every crisis he receives

from that day on, wonho’s teammates allow you inside the locker room every time wonho becomes nervous 

ever since wonho’s first game his popularity grew

he became busy over the following years that the both of you hardly even talked to each other

you proposed on talking every night but he’s always tired after practice or hanging out with the guys

he promises to hang out with you, which resulted to movie nights every month 

the both of you scheduled on every friday night of the week but wonho kept canceling your plans with him

he’s very guilty about it

he wants to spend time with you everyday like before, but the both of you grew busy over your academics and school curricular activities 

expect random texts from your boi

to: [ your caller I.D ]

from: hoho

hey! have a great day, don't forget to eat your breakfast. i got you a pancake bunny :D see you then!

when you got downstairs you found oddly shaped pancakes but it cutely formed into a bunny

with whip cream as the tail

because he's whipped for you, get it? :'D ahAHa i need to stop laughing at my own jokes

a cute lil bunny just like him

you never cared how different it looked like, it honestly looks unique and cute making you snap a photo of it and save it for keep sakes

almost everyday whenever he had the time he would always leave little small texts to you which you happily see at any given time of the day

and you text him back the same kind of affection and his heart goes CRAZY

you don't know that yet because the both of you hardly see each other but when he looks at you he has heart eyes

that whipped that you aren't aware of but anyway

you wish you could see him in person somehow

i mean, you do see him in school but he's usually busy with practice so you weren't sure

he also found a new group of friends recently that are not much of your status level

they all seem nice but you're not exactly sure on how to talk to wonho's new friends

somehow you find his name being off and across the campus of how a lot of people thought he was cool and how much a couple of them had a crush on him too

you aren't lying, you also find wonho that way

except for the crush

there is no way you would be crushing on your best friend, that would be awkward to handle

but you did

and you didn't know how to handle it

but one night

FINALLY

you get to hang out with him again after so long and it made the both of you relieved

thanking it all to your holidays break! (happy holidays! :D)

wonho made you pick out the movie for the both of you to watch while he chose the food

ever since then

he NEVER changed

well except for the fact of being really obvious of how much he likes you

would sometimes consult a couple of his friends on how to talk to you about it

and or ask you out

because

i mean he has asked someone out before and you were aware of it until he broke up with them around some year ago

so yes, boi is nervous

what else didn't change from him?

oh yeah, ramen

expect two bowls of ramen that he prepared for the both of you to have

"i. really. love. ramen. owki?"

"aww, more than you love me? ;("

"... but i do love you."

you laughed it off and decided to eat but he was serious though

it made you stop and stare at him like,

wait wait wait

you love who?

"i love you, (y/n)... i really do."

ok so you actually thought he liked someone else and not you

he has a bunch of admirers recently that you can't count how much because THEY'RE A LOT

and wonho is hot so

oh wow look im rhyming

you can't blame them for it but i guess you stole his bunny heart already

for a very long time really

"i actually thought you liked someone else."

"you might think that way but you never failed to cross my mind ever since we were busy. i like talking to you and ever since we were separated like that it made me miss you a whole lot, you know?"

and here you are, gradually melting

honestly, the both of you don't know what to do next but one of you should speak

"i'm so thankful to have this time with you again. so, will you spend it now with your best friend?"

"oh hoseok, not best friend."

"iM nOt yOur fRienD aNymOre??? D:"

"no, but my boyfriend, silly"

"oHhhhh"

this made you laugh at how cute he is

"well in that case ;)"

of course, made the move to kiss you first right on your break with him

had the need to initiate it right when the both of you confessed

"time to watch some sweet holidays flicks to start the day with my favorite person"

"oh, absolutely"

that's not your last kiss though

kisses you a lot lot ever since then

also made a make shift headband where a mistletoe hung

only wears it when the both of you are alone and he can have his sweet time of kissing you,,, under the mistletoe

he just wants your affection, owki?

he just wants all of your loveeee

but wow though, your friends cheering you both for finally getting into a relationship

they thought it was so obvious

that the both of you would like each other at some point

and you guys did ♡

so this is not over guys, i got a little more info as football player wonho aight?

you always come to his games of course and he always asks for a kiss before a game starts

its to boost up his energy and you're just,

"don't you have a lot energy already?"

"pllleeaaaassseee"

he won't stop whining about it

honestly just wants your kisses and your love

and so it became a habit of you kissing him before a game starts

when he looses you give extra affection

when he wins he will take you out somewhere or just host up a lazy date at your place

he always ask for a hug or a kiss every after practice

"babe, i'm home! now how about a-."

"i'll give you a kiss after you shower-."

always sweaty after practice, the sweat of hard work

you only give him a peck on the cheek after he's done with practice but no cuddle until he showers

you would always help him catch up whenever he misses a class or two because of practices where a big game is on

boy lacks a bit of sleep so yes

always remind him to pack extra food and water just in case

sometimes you would do it because he forgets

am i done now? yes yes i am finally done.

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[myherowritings]

Whenever Bakugou and his s/o have an argument, he turns on the air con and the reader always comes back to him to cuddle because is cold? I saw a Yoongi fic about this and thought it'd suit Bakugou a lot ahaha💕💕

pairing: pro hero!bakugou katsuki x reader

author’s note: THIS IS SO CUTE i love it and the fact that the request was inspired by yoongi makes it even better ;) hope ya enjoy xx

- - - - -

“Can you stop staring at me like that?” you huffed, frowning as Bakugou sent you a look he knew you could never resist. “I’m still mad at you.”

“No, you’re not.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “Yes, I am!”

He hardly bothered to hide his amused smirk. “You won’t be for long.”

You felt your annoyance grow when you realized he wasn’t taking you seriously. He tried tugging at the ends of your hair and you swatted his hands away, scowling when he pinched your cheeks. You gave him an exasperated look.

“Oh, soon you’ll see just how long I can stay mad at you, baka,” you grumbled under your breath, standing up from your seat next to him and storming off into the kitchen.

“Is that a challenge?” said Bakugou with gaze fixed on the small of your back as you marched out of the room.

“No, it’s a promise!”

As you heard his low laughter from the distance, you angrily opened the refrigerator to welcome a cold blast of air. You sighed. There was nothing a good meal couldn’t solve– Besides, cooking was a great way to release anger.

Especially when you had all the ingredients to make Bakugou’s favorite dish and the brilliant idea not give him any.

That would show him.

A good half an hour had passed and you finished making the perfect meal. Tonkatsu with extra karashi on the side. Your plan was to make only enough for one serving, but you accidentally happened to make the perfect amount for two.

But that most certainly did not mean you would let Katsuki have any. Nope. You supposed you just had to eat double tonight.

(The tupperware of the extra servings you put in the fridge were more definitely not for him when he got hungry later. They were only in there for safekeeping.)

Grabbing a pair of chopsticks out of the kitchen drawer, you began to eat your dinner as you walked over to the living room where Bakugou sat. He was lounging on the couch with a book in his hand when he saw you plop down on the opposite end and eat in silence.

“That looks good,” he said, closing his book and scooting closer to you. He opened his mouth, resting his chin on your shoulder as you glared at your rice. “Can I have a bite?”

“No.”

Thinking you were joking around, he snorted. “C’mon, babe.”

When you pushed his arm off you and dipped the tonkatsu in a huge dollop of karashi you knew would be too spicy for you, his eyebrows furrowed.

“Y/N.”

You didn’t reply, trying to stifle a wheeze from the overload of spices.

“Are you really still angry with me?”

No, you thought. In all honesty, you hardly remembered what you guys were arguing about in the first place. The only reason you were so upset now was only because Katsuki didn’t seem to believe or care that you were mad at him.

“Yes,” you said firmly, shovelling rice onto your chopsticks and indignantly stuffing your mouth so you wouldn’t have to talk.

Bakugou looked at you but didn’t say a word, trying to gauge your emotions. Under the pressure of his intense stare, you felt a grain of karashi-covered rice slip down the wrong pipe and you started coughing uncontrollably. Katsuki didn’t even attempt to hide his chortles of laughter as he rubbed small circles into your back.

When you stopped coughing, he handed you his glass of water and you accepted it with a begrudging mumble of thanks.

For someone would could be so frustrating any other day, Bakugou was making it damn hard to stay mad at him right now. You frowned.

“You okay there?” he asked with traces of amusement in his voice.

“Peachy.” You straightened your back haughtily, turning away from him.

“You’re still giving me the cold shoulder, huh?”

You didn’t reply, tilting your chin up.

From the corner of your eye you saw him pocket the remote control for the air conditioning unit and walk out of the room.

He huffed, muttering under his breath so quietly you could hardly hear him. “If cold is what you want…”

- - - - -

You were huddled in a ball in the corner of the bed when you noticed just how cold it was.

It wasn’t cold– It was freezing.

The tip of your nose felt frozen solid and no amount of burying your face in fluffy blankets could do anything about it.

Meanwhile, Bakugou sat on the other side of the mattress in nothing but his boxers as he flipped through the pages of a book. Despite the abnormally chilly temperature, he didn’t look the slightest bit bothered. If anything, he looked quite content.

Stupid quirk, you thought crossly.

His side of the bed seemed to radiate an unnatural amount of warmth that tantalized you with every passing goosebump that rose on your arm. But you would not–most definitely not–give in to the desire to snuggle beside him and bask in his heat.

Not when you were supposed to be mad at him.

“Can you keep your chattering down? I’m trying to focus.”

You blinked, glaring at him through a shiver. Why the fuck was it so cold in here? “S-Sorry. Should I just duct tape my mouth shut so my teeth s-stop clacking?”

A thinly veiled smirk appeared on his face. “Maybe.”

With a huff you plopped onto the pillows, turning so your back was towards him. When you made no signs of relenting like he had planned, Bakugou sighed.

“Why don’t you come here and let me help you? Your lips will turn blue if you don’t.”

You gently pressed the tip of your index finger to your lower lip and frowned at the chill. “Why don’t you apologize first?”

He let out a long, deep breath as he placed his book on the nightstand, moving closer to you.

“I don’t even know what the fuck we’re fighting about anymore,” he admitted begrudgingly. “But I know I hurt your feelings by not taking you seriously when you tried to tell me why you were upset.”

You stayed silent.

You were originally arguing over him missing a date you had planned out for weeks due to his work, but you quickly got over that. Instead, you were more angry he brushed you off when you tried talking to him about it.

“I don’t like it when you’re mad at me, baka.” He sounded tired. “You’re the only one so damn infuriating you make my head hurt like this– But you’re also the only one I care enough about to make me feel this way in the first place.”

Eyes flickering briefly to his, you felt your cheeks flood with warmth.

“I’m sorry,” Katsuki said, his voice sounding gruff. “I’m sorry I’ve been busy with work and I know I should’ve listened to you when you tried to tell me how upset you were.”

You knew it was hard for him to say. His mother–though you adored her and knew she only meant well–didn’t exactly set the best example for apologies and emotions. So the fact that Bakugou was trying his best to understand you was enough to thaw the cold in the room.

“I’m sorry, too,” you said, your chest feeling noticeably lighter. “I should’ve been more understanding that you were tired and it wasn’t the right time to start that discussion.” You exhaled. “I don’t like being mad at you, either.”

Bakugou extended his arm out you scooted closer to him.

“Good,” he said as you rested your head against his shoulder. He wrapped his arm around your waist and pulling you flush against his torso. He rubbed soothing circles above your navel, instantly warming you up. “The only time I like fighting with you is at the gym.”

You hummed. “Right. When you get your ass handed to you by me.”

He laughed and you felt the low rumble from his toned chest as you snuggled closer to him. “So you’re not mad at me anymore?”

You shook your head, feeling your eyes grow heavy. “I’m too cold and you’re too cozy for me to stay mad at you.”

“Hmm.”

He had a satisfied smile on his face as he glanced over at the remote control on his nightstand. As you drifted off into a deep sleep, Katsuki continuing to run his warm fingers down your sides. He murmured something so silently you weren’t sure if you heard him correctly.

“The air conditioner never fails.”

[overdramatic-queer-antagonist]

And They Knew

I felt very bad about this fic so, as retribution I wrote a fic twice it’s size that is pure fluff.

"Tim, I want you to know I'm never going anywhere with you again," Jon said, drying his sopping wet hair off. Of course, everyone and their mothers knew that the threat was an empty one. So Tim hardly blinked. "Whatever you say, boss," He said with a smile as he slung his arm around Sasha. "Oh, come on, Tim! I'm the only one who wasn't thrown overboard!" Sasha complained as she tried to escape his grasp. "Exactly! It's really not fair to the rest of us if only one of us is dry, now is it?" "Well, maybe if you weren't so keen on jumping out of kayaks, you wouldn't be wet." "Oh, so it's my fault that my girlfriend is so perfect I couldn't resist giving her affectio- Hey!" At some point, Martin had come up behind the pair with a bucket of water and had, graciously, poured the entire bucket on Tim's head. "You know the rules," Martin said, "no being a simp. You agreed to it, Tim." Affronted, Tim argued, "It's not my fault, I'm in love with a goddess!" Or at least that's what it sounded like he said. The moment he said the word, "love" Martin had placed the, now empty, bucket on his head. Getting a muffled laugh from the now thoroughly bucketed man. Jon had dried his hair as much as he could and was now reading. He looked up and nodded towards Tim, "If you're done being gross-" an offended gasp from the bucket went wholely ignored- "Should we check out that restaurant we saw on the way here?" Sasha shrugged, "I could eat." Jon, Sasha, and Martin walked through the beach to the parking lot wordlessly. This decision was made through ridiculous hand gestures and pointed looks and was entirely to mess with Tim. Who, even as they left the beach, was Still. Wearing. A. Bucket. On. His. Head. This wasn't much of a problem until he got into the driver's seat, still refusing to take the bucket off. "Tim, why are you driving with a bucket on your head?" Sasha asked. "Spite," Tim said, tilting his bucket to make a pointed gesture at Martin. Martin groaned, "Okay, fine! You can take it off-" "Fuck Yeah," A freed Tim exclaimed. "-If you promise not to simp." "Slightly less fuck yeah." His freedom from the bucket is all well and good, but why not just have someone else drive?" Jon asked. "Oh, you sweet summer child," Tim said, clasping a hand to his heart, "Well, since you asked so nicely. Sasha was asleep on the way here and has no idea what we're talking about. I can tell by looking at you that you drive like my Grandpa, and gay people can't drive," Tim finished out the list by gesturing to Martin, who nodded solemnly, "It's true. I'm gay, can confirm." "I drive at a perfectly fine speed, thank you very much," Jon responded. Tim was gesturing wildly at Sasha, shocked that his and Martin's joke went unmentioned. Jon paused to look at the horrified Tim and asked, "What's with that look?" Tim recovered and grinned, "Sorry boss, we're just in shock that you would tell such a bold lie to our faces," he said in a tone that could almost be mistaken as hurt, if not for the snicker at the end. Sasha made a noise of disagreement, "I don't know, Tim. Maybe he speeds like a mad man. All that pent up stress. It's better than when he took it out on Martin."   Jon stared at the ground and nodded, "I am really sorry about that, Martin." Martin gave him a soft smile. "I know you are," he whispered. "Are you two lovebirds gonna get in the car, or do I have to grab the bucket?" Tim yelled from the driver's seat. Honking the car's horn as he did. Jon rolled his eyes but acquiesced. *** The drive didn't take long in the sense of nothing ever takes long on vacation. The twenty-minutes it took was dulled into peacefulness by the knowledge that they were in no rush. Sasha and Tim were arguing about the music, and somehow Jon had suggested they listen to a band he used to be in as a compromise. The car was silent as the first song faded out. Then it exploded into excitement. "Oh, my God! Jon!" Sasha exclaimed, twisting around from the front seat to face him. "That was amazing!" "Hell yeah, it was!" Tim agreed, "Man, boss. Didn't know you could sing!" Jon, for his part, folded in on himself, half preening, half mortified. Martin was grinning at him in silent awe, and that was Not making it any better. Jon bet the others could practically feel the heat radiating off his face as Tim drove them into the parking lot. "Man, we are learning so much about each other today," Tim marveled as he parked. "We should go kayaking more often." Martin looked at him in confusion as he stepped out of the car, "We already knew you were a simp, Tim." "I meant you coming out to Jon but, okay, be like that," Tim scoffed without any actual bite, following Martin onto the asphalt. Jon looked at Tim like he'd grown an extra head as he caught up with the pair, "Martin and I have been dating for six months." Tim looked disbelievingly between the (apparently) couple. "No way! No fucking way! How? Why?" He asked. Sasha patted him lovingly on the back, "I think he's having an aneurysm." "Did you know?" He asked. Sasha shook her head and shrugged, "No. I just don't really care. All this really means is Martin'll get the Simp Bucket too." Martin shook his head at Sasha."Check your preconceptions. Last week, Jon wrote me a love song." Tim doubled over in shock and pointed an accusing finger at Jon, "Who are you, and what have you done with my friend?" he yelled. "No, really! He's quite romantic!" Martin laughed. "And you're sure he hasn't been replaced by some shapeshifter who fucked with all our memories?" "Shapeshifters don't exist, Tim," Sasha said as she placed the Simp Bucket on Jon's head with a decisive thunk. "Even if they did, why would they need to fuck with people's memories? They could just act like their victim," Jon said from the Simp Bucket. "Ahaha!" Tim yelled, getting very into the joke despite having stepped into the restaurant. "They'd keep the memories of one person to psychologically torcher them!" "Wait. Why would a shapeshifter need to gaslight someone?" Martin asked as Sasha went and got them a table. "Because they feed off of fear!" Jon looked at Tim, amused as he removed the bucket from his head. "Okay. I'm not a shapeshifter. I just got therapy. But you should write a book." "Thank you! At least someone appreciates my vision. Even if it is NotJon." *** After a meal that was not as good as they wanted it to be but still alright, the quartet made the decision to head back to their hotel (also pretty not great.) The sun was setting, and everyone else had figured that they were done for the day, everyone except Tim, that is. When Tim and his brother, Danny, were little, their parents used to take them out here, and on the last day, they'd always sleep under the stars. This was their last night, and Tim wasn't about to let that tradition die. He ignored Sasha's confused looks as he packed a hell of a lot of blankets, some flashlights, and booze. "What's up?" She asked. Tim beamed at her and said, "Come with me." as he grabbed her hand and pulled her out of their hotel room. A few seconds later, and Tim was knocking on the door of Martin and Jon's room (Suddenly making a lot more sense why they got a couple's. Wow, they weren't even trying to hide it.) Jon opened the door, blearily, as if he had been sleeping, and gave him a questioning look. "No time to explain, boss man! Just get all the blankets you've got and meet me by my truck," Tim said, excitedly turning around before he was even finished. From behind him, he heard Jon ask, "Why would we have brought our own blankets?" Followed by Martin saying, "I've got a few!" and after a pause that Tim could only imagine being filled by Jon looking at Martin confused, Martin added, "What? Bed bugs." Tim felt like a kid again as he waited in the driver's seat, tapping at the steering wheel, giddily. Sasha kept asking him what they were doing, but Tim wanted it to be a surprise, so he just promised her she'd love it. Eventually, he heard the doors to the backseat close and, after looking back to wave, Tim drove off out of the parking lot. For the car ride, Tim was mostly silent. He didn't want to ruin the surprise, but he couldn't think of anything else to say. Martin and Jon were asked him questions, which Sasha answered for him. After what felt like ages to the excited Tim, they made it to the clearing. It was the exact same clearing his family had used because if he was going to be sappy, he was going all the way. "O-kay. We're in the woods now," Martin said as the truck slowed to a stop. "Why are we in the woods, Tim?" Tim whipped around excitedly, "We're going to sleep here!" There was a pause for a second before Martin replied," You get that that's the kind of thing a serial killer would say before killing us, right?" Tim shrugged and made his out. "I meant like, in the truck bed. That's why we brought all those blankets. My family used to do it when I was a kid." "I don't really think you can fit four people in a truck bed," Jon said. "Then I guess we'll just have to cuddle!" Tim laughed as Jon groaned behind him. They did end up cuddling. They didn't actually need to, but you cuddle your homies, Steven. Through the silence and the stars, Martin had asked, "Tim? How did you find this place?" Tim stiffened and looked away from the others, towards the sky, "Danny found it. When he was ten, he never could stay still." "Danny?" Tim heard Jon's voice say. "Didn't he die." Tim heard a smack and Jon saying ow, and he laughed. "No need for violence. Yeah, he- he did" Tim's composure was quickly wavering, but he felt Sasha's hand on his, so he squeezed it tight and continued. "He was big into urban exploration. One day he went into some tunnel place alone, and he never came out." Tim felt a head lean against his. Not Sasha's. She was on his other side, still holding his hand. Jon bumped his forehead against Tim's cheek and said quietly, "Sorry for asking." But it was fine. They both knew it was good to talk. They sat in silence for the rest of the night. It wasn't oppressive like they had all dealt with far too many times. It was quiet because there didn't have to be noise. They had tomorrow to be loud. Tomorrow was for Jon and Sasha debating the pronunciation of words. For Tim making the same joke until it wasn't funny anymore. For Martin to defend spiders like they were people. For the chaos, they would create to make their boring-ass office job bearable. They didn't Know what tomorrow would bring. Hell, they didn't even know it. But they knew that they could get through it. Like they'd gotten through shitty jobs, and missing brothers, and oppressive silence. The stars didn't know they weren't alone. There was too much space between them to see it. Sometimes people are like that, as well. Too caught up in their worries that they can't see just how loved they are. But you are not ever alone. And in that truck bed, in the dark, the four knew. And they knew what a gift that knowledge was.